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[solxamber]

Hi!! I would like to request somn! (Twst)

I've been thinking, since early in the story the ramshackle dorm is rundown and old and basically abandoned

so what if MC/Yuu tried to sleep on their bed but ofc since its old it just breaks and hurts their back

so may i request to see if Ruggie, Azul and Idia (separated) would let MC/Yuu sleep with them on their bed? (romantic btw)

(or they can let them sleep on the FLOOR-)

Sharing a bed with Ruggie, Azul, Idia

I wanted to make them sleep on the floor just for giggles but I love the single bed trope too much to let it go. thanks for the request <3

You’d think after everything that had happened to you—being thrown into some magic-filled hellscape, dealing with literal monsters and chaotic students—that the universe would cut you a little slack. But no, apparently, even when you’re just trying to go to bed, Ramshackle Dorm has other plans.

You had just flopped onto your ancient, creaky bed, exhausted from a day of not dying, when—CRACK.

The bedframe split right down the middle, sending you crashing to the floor with the most undignified yelp you’d ever made. You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how the universe hated you this much.

“Well. That’s just great,” you muttered to yourself, rubbing your sore back. You tried to push the mattress back into place, but it was hopeless. The bed was dead. There was no fixing it tonight.

Which left you with only one option: find someone to share a bed with.

Ruggie Bucchi

You trudged to Ruggie’s dorm room, knocking on the door with the energy of someone who had been emotionally crushed along with their bed. The door creaked open to reveal Ruggie’s grinning face.

“Eh? What’re you doin’ here at this hour, huh?”

“My bed broke,” you deadpanned. “I need somewhere to crash.”

Ruggie blinked, then snorted. “The ghost bed finally gave up, huh? Figures.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny he had a point. “Can I sleep here or not?”

Ruggie grinned wider, obviously enjoying your misery. “Yeah, sure, come on in. But don’t expect me to give up the whole bed. I ain’t got much space.”

“Fine,” you sighed, “I’ll take a corner. Just… let me sleep.”

You climbed into his surprisingly cozy bed, and he made a big show of sprawling out, starfish-style, as if trying to take up every inch of space. “Comfy, huh?”

“Very,” you muttered sarcastically, but as you shifted to find a spot, you felt the warmth of his body near yours.

Somehow, as you drifted off to sleep, you both ended up gravitating closer, until you woke up in the middle of the night, realizing your head was resting on his chest.

Your eyes flew open, and you froze, realizing that you were completely snuggled up against him. And worse? He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his arm was draped around you, holding you close.

You blinked, heart racing. This was... actually kind of nice?

Ruggie stirred, blinking down at you with a sleepy grin. “Well, well. Cuddle monster, are ya?”

You wanted to die of embarrassment. “I didn’t—You—The bed—”

He just laughed softly. “Relax. Not so bad, huh?”

You hesitated, then sighed. “I guess not.”

“See? I’m always right.” He grinned, then gave you a gentle squeeze. “Now, go back to sleep, or I’m charging you rent for hoggin’ my warmth.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“Azul, I need to sleep in your room,” you announced the second he opened the door to Octavinelle.

Azul blinked, adjusting his glasses. “Excuse me?”

“My bed broke,” you said with all the exhaustion of a person who had given up on life. “And I need a place to sleep.”

Azul stared at you, clearly processing. “And… you’ve come to me? Of all people?”

You sighed, too tired for this. “Floyd’s a maniac, Jade will probably cook something weird at 2 a.m., so yes. I came to you.”

Azul pushed up his glasses, clearly flustered but trying to act composed. “Very well. But I must inform you that my quarters don’t have a spare bed. You will have to share mine.”

You blinked. “Fine. I’m too tired to care.”

Azul looked mildly scandalized, but he stepped aside, letting you in. His room was surprisingly neat, but there was only one bed—one very large, comfortable-looking bed. Without another word, you climbed in.

Azul hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons of sharing a bed with you, but eventually he slid in beside you, keeping a respectable distance.

At least, that was the plan.

You both woke up in the morning tangled in the sheets, Azul’s arm slung over your waist, your head resting on his shoulder.

Azul’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then, very slowly, he looked down at you, eyes wide with confusion and panic. “I—this wasn’t—”

You blinked up at him, realizing just how close you were. “Uh… morning?”

Azul turned an alarming shade of red but didn’t move. In fact, his arm tightened just slightly. “This is… highly unprofessional,” he muttered, though he made no effort to pull away.

You snorted. “Yeah, sure. But it’s not so bad.”

Azul blinked at you, his panic melting into a soft, almost shy smile. “No… I suppose not.”

Idia Shroud

When you knocked on the door to Ignihyde, you half expected Idia to ignore you. But to your surprise, the door cracked open, revealing his glowing yellow eyes.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, eyes darting around nervously.

“My bed broke,” you said bluntly. “I need a place to crash.”

Idia blinked. “Uh… okay? But I don’t have a guest bed.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’ll take the floor.”

Idia looked even more nervous, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, well… it’s just me in here, so I guess you can… share mine?”

You stared at him for a moment, realizing what he was offering. “Sure. Why not.”

Idia nearly short-circuited at your casual response, but he let you in anyway, leading you to his surprisingly large bed. You both climbed in, and Idia immediately plastered himself to the very edge, leaving a wide gap between you.

“Y-you can have more space,” he mumbled, staring intently at the ceiling.

“Thanks,” you said, too tired to worry about the awkwardness. But as you both drifted off, the cold air of the room seemed to pull you closer, until, somewhere in the night, you ended up pressed against Idia’s side.

When you woke up, your head was resting on his chest, his arm slung loosely around you.

Idia’s hair flickered wildly when he realized where he was, his entire face turning bright red. “Wha—how—uh—what are you doing?!”

You groggily blinked up at him. “Sleeping?”

“I—I didn’t mean to—this wasn’t—” Idia was flustered beyond belief, but he made no move to untangle himself from you.

You smirked. “You’re warm. This isn’t so bad, you know.”

Idia blinked at you, his panic fading just a little. “R-really?”

You nodded, settling back against him. “Yeah. Kinda nice, actually.”

Idia’s hair flared bright pink for a moment, but then he relaxed, his arm resting a little more confidently around you. “O-okay. Just… don’t tell anyone.”

You grinned. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Masterlist

[4drianaaaa]

Distance to embrace \ Hamzahthefantastic

+ extra fluff ONLY !!!

You’ve spent the last 3 weeks at your parents house back in your hometown. They felt as if it was months to you. Sure spending time with your family and cousins was great and all but you missed your caring, clingy boyfriend - Hamzah.

Today was the day you’d see him again because you wanted to at least be with him on new years. You were finally landing in the cloudy skies of Toronto excited to see your boyfriend again.

You took a Uber home wanting to surprise him.

“Thanks!” You smiled to the driver as you walked to the door of the lonely home. You knocked on the door to see Hamzah swing it wide open due to him always expecting the same guests like Martin,Mandy, Claire, or chase. His mouth hit the floor as he swung his hand over his mouth noticing it was that face that he adored seeing. You!

“Y/n, my LOVE!” He squealed as he picked you up lifting you off the ground as you missed being wrapped around his firm arms and his nicest smelling cologne. You squealed as you wrapped your legs around his waist as your hands did so around his neck too. He quickly took your luggage and pulled you inside immediately as he placed your against the kitchen counter. He’d hate to ever admit it but he’s the clingiest ever. He loves when your around him and him. Or he always has his hands on you. Him seeing you leaving for such a long time practically kills the man.

“God I missed you so much baby” he kissed your check nipping your ear, you completely melted under him

“I missed you so much too” you added as his lips molded onto yours as his hands gripped tighter on your waist crawling onto the low of your back, his lips humming due to satisfaction as well as a small tension in the room. His hips bumped up against you as you groaned in response

“Hamzah!” You growled as he poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek, “let’s just go cuddle please” he whined as you agreed.

You both decided to take a quick shower and got into some comfy clothes and watch a movie. It wasn’t quick enough for the cats to crawl onto your lap.

“And I had Claire and chase visit a little here and there y’know to keep me company” he hummed as his head rested on your lap as his hands traced circles on your thighs. “And I think blue and red missed you a lot too” he said gracing the two playful cats that were sound asleep.

“M’just so glad you’re here again” he sighed as you smiled. He shifted himself to sit up as he left soft kisses on your jawline down to your neck grabbing your hand pulling ever so lightly as you crawled onto his lap. Your hands placed onto his shoulders as his were on your waist. “I’m so glad I get to call you mine” he hummed as you pouted to his compliment.

“I love you so so so much babe” you added as his hands fully embraced around you sending you into a safe space.

| i certainly will post more fluff but if you guys have any requests/ ideas yall know where to drop em!! (also sorry if this was so short, having such a bad brain fart 🫤) |

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

may i request a gi-hun x fem reader running into him after he wins the games? reader happens to be on the street they toss him onto (she’s prob getting a late night snack) she sees him and rushes to help him and invites him back to her place to wash up. maybe she could draw him a warm bath so she can wash the knots out of his hair, lends him some comfy clothes and makes him some tea uwu

(i was rewatching season 1 and i just want to tuck that man into a warm comfy bed after all the trauma)

tysm ^^ 🤍

FUCKING FIREEEEEEEEE

“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 ��𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩”

Gi-hun x f!reader

Warnings: established friend(?)ship, angst with comfort, gi-huh tells reader abt the games, f!reader, gi-hun is going through shit.

A/N: fire request. I also recently rewatched season one and my heart longs for fluffy hair gi-hun back. My shaylaa <\3 this is 4 u fine shyt.

———-

You never guessed this is where your life would have lead you. Alone in a shitty apartment. When you were younger you thought you’d be a doctor or teacher- a lawyer at least. Now you had little money and even fewer friends. The only friend you had really made was long missing. And oh did you miss him.

He was a very sweet man, he always came by the food vender with his daughter. You knew he was also poor, sometimes he wouldn’t have enough money to pay for their dinners. And you’d always cover the rest, telling him it was no huge deal. You could tell him and his daughter were thankful. He would come by without his child too sometimes. He would order something small and cheap… then chat with you the rest of the time. Telling you about all the money he won!!!… then the next day he’d tell you how he had just lost it all the same way he got it- gambling

Though it wasn’t your place, you’d tell him to relax on the gambling. He’d tell you he isn’t in too deep and can stop whenever. You hear it all the time from countless people who decide to share their life’s stories with you. But it didn’t make you see him any less, if anything it showed you why you SHOULD care. Why you should look out for those less fortunate because you never know who might need it.

After so many times of him coming in you guys shifted to a first name basis. You greet him with a smile and a “hello, gi-hun! Welcome back.” Or a “hey, it’s been a while since you’ve stopped by, gi-hun” he became a core part of your shift, you’d see him at least three times a week. And he always had some crazy story to tell you while you worked. You listened to him talk about life. His debt, his destructive habits, what happened to his family. You’d give him real advice and listen to him if he needed. Sometimes you’d even share parts of your fucked up life. How you got to where you were.

But it wasn’t always problems he came to you with

Every one in a while he would win big and come in to tell you about it. Leaving a heavy tip with a joyous smile “keep the change” he’d say as you laugh at him. You’d always get a good laugh in whenever he’s around. If not at his jokes then at his goofy situations he’d get himself in. Over all, you had felt you made a friend. You even got his number so you could reach out when needed

Only he’s been gone for a while. He stopped popping in to say hi and buy a snack, he stopped running by to tell you what he’s won and he stopped flying into your shop asking to be hidden in the back to hide from his loaners. He was just gone. And day by day you figured he either got caught up by the people he was running from or he some how moved far away. And it saddened you, you never realized how lonely you were till now. Up to this point you’ve had someone to occupy your thoughts and time, and now that it’s been gone you struggle to see how you made it without those stupid conversations over street food. And you had no clue where your gi-hun went.

You let out a very long and somber sigh, pulling yourself off your dingy discount couch and shuffle to your room before pulling on a sweater and some sweat pants. You checked yourself over once in the bathroom mirror before lazily walking out of your apartment, locking the door. You then descended down the elevator and onto the Main Street. You had a few extra dollars to spare and a rumbling stomach, so you decided to head down to your local convenience store to pick out some food.

The night air was chilly and the stars that hung in the sky were drowned out by the light pollution of the city lights. You clench your hands into fists and jam them into your pockets to protect them from the freezing cold. You picked up the pace and continued to walk, ignoring people and minding your own business the best you could. You turned down this one back street, dangerous at night but a much quicker way to your destination. That was until you were stopped dead in your tracks, mouth agape.

There he was, gi-hun! Your gi-hun!! Stood at the corner of two streets, looking very lost and confused. You could distinguish that messy hair from any distance. Your hunger was forgotten as quickly as it came, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out to him. “G-gi-hun?!” You yelled, waving your hands at him. His head snapped harshly in your direction, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It seemed like he aged 20 years, he looked incredibly roughed up and exhausted. Seemed like he was barely upright, and he carried large bags with him.

It took a moment of him staring at you until it clicked. It looked like he had forgotten you for a second before it all came rushing back. You didn’t get a smile back though, and you dropped your waving hand. Your smile began to fade as you approached him, only he flinched away and took a small step back. “Gi-hun? It’s me, remember? I work down at that corner noodle stand?” You say, gesturing to the general area of your store. He nodded a bit before relaxing, looking around a bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask, worry laced in your voice as you close more of the distance. He just looked at you as you inched closer and closer, this look of pain seemingly permanently etched into his face. He looked like he wanted to say a million things but couldn’t find the words. And most of all he looked like he had just crawled through the deepest pits of hell. “Do you need to sit, oh god. Come with me” you say as you lightly reach your hand out to him, beckoning him to follow. He looks at your hand distrustfully, skeptical for a reason unknown to you. “Cmon, I can help you.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding before turning to follow you silently. You were glad for that, you had no clue what the hell happened to him but it was clearly something. And he clearly needed help. Your snack venture was long forgotten as you lead him back to your place, trying to get any information out of him. You asked where he went, what happened, why he was gone for so long, how he got back… every time he tried to say he would tear up, and he’d choke the words back down. Telling you he can’t tell you yet, and even if he could he doesn’t know how.

And that was ok with you. You eventually got back, and you guided him to your couch. He analyzed basically your whole house, eyes scanning back and forth and back and forth, looking for danger. Like something could reach out from the walls and get him. You got him a glass of water which he thanked you for but didn’t drink, instead he just stared into the reflection in the water. Lost in thought. You tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of the reeling memories he can’t express.

“Hey, it’s ok. Look, do you want to take a shower or something? No offense but you look like you need one” you say, half trying to help and half trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work though, his lips barely twitched. He would have found that funny a few months ago. He did agree though.

The shower wasn’t long at all, maybe 10 ish minutes. You had set him up with some of the over sized things you have, including a hoodie he had bought you months ago after a winning particularly handsome prize. His gazed softened when he saw those laid out for him. He put the clothes on, happy to finally be in something clean, soft, and comfortable clothes. After taking a long, sad look at himself in the mirror he walks out to you waiting for him on the couch with a brush and some tea. “Come here” you call.

At this point in the night he’s so exhausted and shell shocked he was barely awake. The weight of whatever he experienced weighted down heavily on him and you could see it draining the life from him. He hadn’t even smiled yet, the thing you found you missed the most. He sits down next to you. You slide the cup of hot tea to him across the table with the brush in your other hand. He looks at it suspiciously before you reach your hand holding the brush up, flinching a bit before returning to normal. That’s when you noticed the slight bruising across his face.

“It’s ok if you can’t talk about it yet… I was just so worried about you” you start “I missed you coming to say hi at work” you added, chucking slightly as you moved to brush out his wet hair, careful to not rip it out. “I’m sorry” gi-hun says, voice wavering as tears prick his eyes. “I’m sorry”

Your eyes widen a bit as you rub his shoulder lightly “no no gi-hun, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong”

Though you were trying to comfort him your words of reassurance only fueled the tears to fall. You didn’t comment on them, instead you kept rubbing his shoulders, brushing his hair till it was dry, and listened to him softly cry. Cry over everything that happened, that he had to do, and that he has to do going forward. So much had happened and he’s the only one alive to tell the tale. The only one out of all those people to live. The only one…

Eventually, after much comforting, after many “shhh I know”s and “it’s ok I believe you”s gi-hun was finally able to sleep for the first time outside of the games. Games that no one knew of. But you told him that you believed every word of his story. And you did, saying you’d help him find who he was after, but only when he went to bed. That man slept in your arms, on your couch for HOURS. From the story he told you this was probably the first safe nights sleep in days, and you could tell he needed it.

And you needed him. And now he’s back. Talking about mysterious death games and a sales man with a briefcase, but back none the less. And you were grateful for that.

[luvingjeanie]

jealousy | s.r

hey guys and gals! someone dm’d me and asked for my ops on spencer handling jealousy :) i haven’t wrote fan fics in a while but i have no problem writing stuff like this atm! i honestly just need good ideas for fan fics to get back into my groove so please if you have any ideas for stuff you’d like to see me write (no smut) go ahead and send me an ask <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ baby spence

♡ poor baby spence would hide his jealousy :(

♡ i feel that he would be too scared of the conflict that could arise from confronting you about what you or someone else did to cause his jealousy.

♡ ESPECIALLY if you weren’t in an exclusive relationship, in his mind it wouldn’t be his place to say anything :(

♡ he would become avoidant and visibly insecure

♡ “oh, no i’m okay :)(“

♡ derek would eventually get it out of him though, as he always does!

♡ when you finally find out he would be SO apologetic even though it literally isn’t his fault😭

♡ but everything would be okay the end and you guys would kiss and make up <3 and with hard-work and communication you guys both do everything to make sure this doesn’t happen again!

♡ post-revelations spence (dilaudid addicted spencer)

♡ technically still baby spence but not. he feels so much anger, confusion and guilt during this stage of his life with everything that happened with elle and gideon and now, his addiction.

♡ for the first time in his life, he reacts with anger, as we saw with emily.

♡ he’ll become snarky, and passive aggressive without ever telling you what’s made him like that in the first place.

♡ “obviously i’m fine, can’t you tell?”

♡ it will take you a lot of pushing, and a lot of little spats to actually get the cause of his upset and anger out of him

♡ but, when you get it out of him, some yelling and crying ensues. even if your interaction with whoever it was that caused him to be jealous was entirely innocent, he’ll be in denial at first but ultimately, you apologise for making him upset unknowingly and he apologises for his reaction to the situation.

♡ i imagine you’d spend the rest of the night on his comfy little sofa in his green apartment and watch a little movie with some chinese takeout, cuddling and laughing and gossiping snd whispering sweet nothings to each other.

♡ s5-9 spence

♡ he’s older, more mature, but also less scared of confrontation. i imagine he would walk up to you and whoever it is making him jealous and insert himself in the conversation literally just to be petty😭

♡ if you’re exclusive at this point an arm is 100% getting wrapped around your waist and he’s going to bring up some date night plans.

♡ “hey, we’re still going to dinner after this right? or do you just wanna stay in tonight, sweetheart? :))))))”

♡ you’re SO confused because he doesn’t really do that like, ever? and ESPECIALLY at work so you’re even more like?????

♡ when you ask he’s just like “just thought i’d see what you guys were talking about!!!😁”

♡ although, he will eventually admit himself that he was a tad jealous BUT! that he had reason to be! that guy was all over you! (even if he actually wasn’t)

♡ you guys talk it out a bit, but it’s mostly just jokes and you teasing him for getting jealous and you definitely still go out for dinner that night :)

♡ older spence (Pre-Prison)

♡ honestly, he is significantly more secure. i think a lot of people feel that spence is perpetually insecure simply because he’s awkward, but at this point in time, he KNOWS people find him attractive.

♡ awkwardness≠insecure

♡ he absolutely wouldn’t be happy that someone was flirting with you, but he isn’t going to make a scene or grow angry.

♡ he trusts you to put a stop to it with yourself

♡ and when you do (because obviously you would, why would you want some rando when you currently have the good doctor?), a proud, cheeky little smile makes its way onto his face.

♡ in all honesty, i believe he’d even make a joke or two.

♡ “oh, what about your other boyfriend?” he’d say with a little snort

♡ you’re both very secure and trusting in this relationship so there’s no need to kiss and make up afterwards, because there was never a problem in the first place!

♡ this spence would only ever grow upset if whoever it was was very obviously making you feel uncomfortable!

♡ THEN he would go crazy. as in just a tad annoyed and worried for you. he’d approach, again not causing a scene, and make an excuse to allow you both to exit the situation!

♡ post prison spence

♡ after everything, he’s insecure again.

♡ not about you, he still trusts you of course, but he feels insecure in the sense that he feels unsafe

♡ that he could lose everything in the blink of an eye, and no one would be there to bail him out this time.

♡ therapy is helping him but only so much.

♡ i feel that he would feel a mixture of anger and sadness.

♡ sadness because someone is trying to take you from him, and anger because he can’t believe someone would even TRY to take you away from him.

♡ thankfully, with age and his therapist, he knows to communicate this. so he doesn’t hide it, but that doesn’t make it any easier for him.

♡ he requires comfort, a distraction.

♡ just be with him :)

[icallhimjoey]

Reinvent Love

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You and Joe are treading new waters. You’re no longer flatmates, but still close. More than friends, but nothing defined. Nothing labeled. Determined to not lose what you have, though. But, can you?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, fluff, season 3 of my flatmate!joe

Author’s note: we're getting closer and closer to jealous!joe making some weird and questionable choices, best be prepared - and, again, you don’t need to have read define close or explain us, but it’ll obviously give you backstory, which might help!

Wordcount: 3.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Joe jolted awake at the sudden loud vibrations of his phone on his bedside table. The loud abrasive sound of it felt almost offensive to the silence of the rest of his flat. Joe twisted his head towards the sound too quickly and hurt his neck in the process. It was pitch black dark in his bedroom still, and Joe instinctively knew he’d not been asleep for that long.

He answered his phone without looking.

“Hey,” Joe whispered, already turning over the other way, squinting open one eye to press the speaker button.

“Hi,” you croaked back, and from the rustling of covers on your end of the line, Joe knew you weren’t outside his flat, waiting to be let in.

That happened sometimes. Where you called Joe just to tell him to buzz you up. He’d open the door with small squinty eyes and would silently shake his head at how silly you were for taking an Uber in the middle of the night, just to get a few hours of sleep in his bed with him.

This happened sometimes, too. Middle of the night phonecalls from bed.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mmno, my pillow is hurting my ear and giving me a headache.”

It was a weak excuse to call him, and also, a fat lie. You weren’t kept up by a painful ear or a headache. You were kept up by your own brain, thinking of all things stressful in your life, and it was rude how Joe wasn’t there so you’d have other things to focus on. Like his heartbeat. Or his breathing.

You heard how Joe inhaled deeply. Not quite a yawn, but it served the same purpose. The sound instantly made you feel better.

“You’ve got like...” Joe fell silent a second as he rubbed a hand over his face, and you knew it took him longer to think straight just because he was half asleep still. “...eight pillows.”

“Four.” You sighed, eyes closing to Joe’s low gruff voice, and you felt how your shoulders relaxed into your mattress more. It was unfair how you hadn’t even been aware of how tensed up they were. Unfair how the baritone of someone speaking just above a whisper had your muscles relaxing like that.

“Four pillows.” Joe corrected himself.

There were a lot of pillows, was his point, and he was right. And all were very soft, too. The one you were lying on probably just needed a little fluffing, Joe thought.

You remained silent, just wanting to hear Joe breathe. It was the reason why you’d called him in the first place. Something to focus on besides your own thoughts inside your own head.

“Hmm? Grab a different one.” Joe was still on the painful ear fix. “Get comfy. And get another one to hug.”

That was actually good advice.

Joe listened as he heard swishing of fabric again, the sound of your skin over your duvet cover and soft linen against the cotton of your sheets, muffling sounds loud against the microphone. It took you some actual effort to wrestle one of your pillows underneath your covers, your arms far too tired to get it sorted in one swift move.

“Yea? That better?” Joe asked once he heard you’d settled.

“Mmhm.”

“Good girl. Now stop thinking about bad things.”

Joe knew you hadn’t called because of issues with the fucking bedding. It was always something else that kept you up. That had made you sad. That had you worried. It was why he always answered, no matter the time. Why he always let you in when you had already made your way over, never complaining at your cold body warming itself up to his. Joe was a good sport and would always pull you close, tuck you right into him, your face either pushed into his neck or laid gently onto his chest so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat.

You could always sleep just fine if you just stopped thinking for a second.

“Okay.” You answered, and pretended that it was easy to just follow the order.

And then for a while, it was just quiet.

Joe was falling back asleep, his mind already drifting off when he suddenly got pulled back into his consciousness by you softly requesting for him to move his phone closer to his face.

“Can barely hear you...”

“This better?” Joe said after scooting down his pillow a little.

You listened to check.

“Yea, tha’s better.” You hummed, happy to hear Joe’s steady breathing a little clearer, tightening your arms around the pillow in your grasp. The slow and steady in and out helped tremendously. “Don’t hang up, okay? I’ll hang up.”

“Hmm. Go to sleep.” Joe instructed in whispers.

“Can’t.” you murmured, the because you’re not here remaining unsaid, but you already sounded like you were barely even awake still. “My room’s not right.”

Joe couldn’t even begin to try to process that in the moment.

“I got you.” he promised, every word taking more and more effort to make its way out of his mouth. “Won’t hang up.”

“Okay.”

Hours later Joe woke up to his alarm and a stupidly low phone battery. He quickly hung up, praying that his alarm hadn’t traveled down the line to wake you.

He ran both his hands down his face, rubbing and pulling his skin in all directions before deciding he was going to have to figure out how to fix this nightly-phonecall thing.

You didn’t call him every night, but it was enough for it to not be normal. And if that wasn’t everything he was going for lately... normal.

Normal was difficult. Hard. But ultimately worth it, he knew.

He sort of loved it, these needy phonecalls, Joe couldn’t deny. He liked you vulnerable. He liked taking care of you when you felt small. But he’d rather you’d get some actual normal sleep. That you didn’t need to go lay down the minute you’d get home from work only to struggle with it when you were meant to get a long stretch of hours in at night. Not that he didn’t love watching you curl up onto his sofa, knees pulled all the way up into your chest, as he worked on the other side of the room. But sorting out a normal sleeping schedule for you seemed healthy. Healthier than whatever you had going now, anyway.

And you agreed.

It was why you were right in the middle of hauling all of your bedroom furniture across the hall when Joe came over late afternoon the next day.

“What’s going on here?” Joe asked after letting himself in, the key to your flat still on his keyring. You’d started this bit of having Joe hand over the key every time he used it, but you’d slip it right back into his coat pocket when he wasn’t looking.

You popped up from behind a chest of drawers, hair all over the place, eyes sort of manic.

“I’m moving!” you smiled widely and walked around to push the dresser into its new spot.

“You’re– .... into my bedroom?” Joe questioned as he stepped aside to let you get past him.

“Correction,” you said, disappearing into the room that still held most of your things. “Into my bedroom.”

Joe turned his head from your old bedroom to your new one and frowned a little.

“You’re giving up the ensuite?”

Joe vaguely remembered you telling him your room not being right, but this... this was a choice he wouldn’t have made. Advice he wouldn’t have given. His old bedroom was smaller and had south-facing windows, which was fine in winter, but also meant you always had a couple of sweating-on-top-of-the-covers weeks in summer.

“I know - ahh, she’s gone mad!” you said in a high pitched funny voice, huffing a laugh straight after. “Will you help me with the bed?”

No further explanation was given, and Joe dared not ask. You were moving bedrooms, your new future flatmate was going to be getting the bigger bedroom with the ensuite, and that was that.

“Sure.”

Joe took his coat off and pushed the long sleeves of his T-shirt up his forearms. You seemed excited over the prospect of change, sort of enthusiastically eager, all giddy, which was new to Joe. When he’d moved out, you’d hidden yourself away in your bedroom the whole time, and he remembered how terrible he’d felt. Guilt would’ve eaten him alive that day if he hadn’t had been so busy with the actual move then.

This was definitely better, but this also felt like a spur of the moment thing that maybe you’d regret later.

Joe hoped the regret would come before a new flatmate would, so at least you would be given the time and space to right the wrongs.

But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t help now. He could let you learn from your own mistakes. And, you know, maybe this would also help the general sleep issues you had going.

“Ready?” he asked, squatting down right next to you, hands on the frame.

You smiled at him a second, and he smiled right back. You had to bite at the insides of your cheeks for it to ease.

“Ready.”

About forty-five minutes later, you stepped into what used to be your bedroom and took a jog around the empty space.

“So empty! Look at all this room– it’s, wait…. echo! No. There’s carpet here.”

You laughed at yourself.

Silly.

“Of course that doesn’t work. But look!”

You kicked a leg high up in the air and swung your arms around widely.

“I could like… I don’t know, do aerobics in here!”

You kicked and punched the air some more and turned your moves into a strange dance as you took big steps around the room.

“I don’t know how to do aerobics.”

But clearly, that didn’t stop you.

Joe watched you from his spot, leant in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and a stupid grin spread across his face that he couldn’t even try to hide.

God. You were really fucking cute.

Look at you.

His chest could barely handle it, he felt like he was about to burst.

“You know aerobics? Sounds like robots. Aerobots. Air robots.”

Your movements turned into robotic dance moves, the classic stiff arms that you turned into plane wings as you spun around. Joe laughed, no longer able to contain his joy, head thrown back, mouth wide open, and you used the sound as raw fuel for your own giggles.

You spun until you were dizzy, and you felt like a child.

When your vision start swimming and the room kept spinning even after you’d stopped, you let yourself fall onto the dusty carpet, flopping down right in the middle of the room.

Joe watched you come down for a moment, and he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as you stared up at the ceiling, slowly steadying your breathing.

When you turned your head to look at him, practically beaming still, it provoked him to launch himself onto the carpet right next to you. Joe pretended he was going to dive right on top of you, making you squeal and brace for impact, but he only bumped into your side as he laid down.

And then, for a short while, you just laid there, side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually you turned your heads to look at each other.

“You’re cute.” Joe smiled, his hand finding yours to intertwine his fingers with, and it made you scrunch up your nose.

“I’m being weird.” You corrected him, curling your fingers to dig your nails into his skin.

“Tomayto, tomahto.” Joe meant, same thing, and used his other hand over yours, pushing to flatten your finger tips and you laughed as his face contorted from the effort.

“Potayto, potahto.” You parrotted, trying your best to mimic Joe’s deeper voice, making him chuckle once more.

You were winning the weird hand-battle you had going, and Joe ended up pulling both hands away when you started trying to move them towards your mouth, teeth already bared.

“Yea, all right. Just weird.” Joe prodded a finger into your side when you sat up, making you yelp and prod him right back in his thigh.

“Do you think I can charge my new flatmate more rent for giving them the larger room with the ensuite?” you asked, looking around once more.

“Um... you’ve never paid more for it.”

“That’s not what I asked.” you said pointedly. “I asked, do you think I can?” you looked at him over your shoulder and your eyes twinkled with a mischief Joe hadn’t seen from you in a while.

“Well...” Joe sucked air through his teeth. “Maybe find a new flatmate first before you–”

“I did!”

Joe slowly blinked at you.

“You did?”

“Yea. Josh.”

Joe felt it then. A little twang inside of his chest. Something small, but definitely painful. Like someone had a teeny tiny guitar in there and pulled the thickest snare, the heavy plunk of vibrations slowly fading out, but never completely going.

Just a small little something that said, no, and it lingered.

And you were so nonchalant about it. Yea. Josh. Like it hadn’t just unearthed something disgustingly ugly inside of Joe. Like it hadn’t just bitten off and swallowed up a huge chunk of his joy. Like it wasn’t even a big deal at all.

Josh.

You shrugged up one shoulder, turning on the spot as you criss crossed your legs, explaining that one of your friends had given him your number to contact you about the flatshare. And yea, you’d been a little apprehensive, because a friend of a friend moving in and turning out to be a bad flatmate had every potential to ruin said friendship. But he’d stopped by that morning, and he seemed sort of normal. He also wasn’t 19 and hadn’t tried to get a sweet deal on his rent, which was refreshing.

“He’s moving in next week.”

Joe’s mind went all sorts of places then, but he managed to keep a straight face as he reached up to pull some dust from your hair.

“If you want to charge him more, maybe you should hoover first.” Joe held the fluffy piece of grey in between two fingers to show you.

“We can do that later.” You slapped one of Joe’s legs and used it to push yourself up onto your feet.

“We? Excuse me, I know I look extremely muscular–” that made you snort, which Joe skillfully ignored, “–but I came over for pizza and a film, not for hard manual labour! I’ve already done too much!”

Joe was not going to hoover Josh’s new bedroom for him.

He also thought you shouldn’t do that.

Josh could take care of that himself.

He was a big boy, surely.

Josh.

“Okay.” you smiled, holding out a hand to help Joe up. “Pizza and a film, then.”

And Joe immediately felt silly. He was going to spend the evening in his favourite spot, on the corner of your sofa, doing his favourite activity, sharing a pizza with you, and, you know, maybe Josh was actually really kind. You were a good judge of character, of course Josh was going to be kind. Joe had no business having an opinion of the man before even having met him.

He had moved out, hadn’t he?

That had been his choice.

His decision.

Rational thought was enough to will the uneasy feeling away. Rational thought dampened it enough to where he could no longer feel where exactly it sat within him, and he was able to swallow the sour taste it had left in his mouth.

But then Joe made sure to let you choose a pizza, let you get one with toppings that you really liked. Made sure to let you choose a film, something he’d never turn on had he been by himself.

Joe let you sit right in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, let you have the best spot.

Joe made sure it was a little more obvious that he thought of you first, and that he let himself be just an afterthought.

You happily accepted every sweet gesture and when you slung a leg over Joe’s lap after wrapping both your arms around one of his, Josh was no longer on his mind.

Just you.

How warm you felt. How soft you were. How much he loved this.

Loved you.

You hugged his bicep and watched the film Joe didn’t like, but the evening was perfect, because he got to press his nose into your hair as he held your thigh in place with both his hands. He hoped you’d fall asleep soon, just so he could stare at your soft features for however long he wanted without making you feel weird about it.

He was meant to home and sleep in his own bed tonight, another early morning for which his alarm had already been set.

But, fuck it.

If he was going to fall asleep on your sofa tonight, he was just going to fall asleep on your sofa tonight.

And if he was going to wake up hours later with a sore neck and painful knees from overstretching for too long, he was just going to have a sore neck and painful knees for a bit.

And then, if he would decide to pick you up from the sofa and carry you over to bed, he would just pick you up from the sofa and carry you to bed.

Slip right in there with you.

Why not?

Just for tonight. Because somehow, leaving you to sleep all alone, all by yourself in that big empty bed of yours, felt impossible right now.

If he wanted to pretend, just for a little while, that all your stuff was still in your bedroom and that all his stuff was still in his, he was just going to pretend. Just for a little while.

Joe had made his bed, had moved out and forced you to get a new flatmate, and now he was forced to go and lie in it.

But not tonight.

Tonight he could lie in your bed and pretend it was his own. His old bed in his old room that you had snuck into when he was already asleep.

Just for a little while.

Just for tonight.

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[httpdwaekki]

bad day | s.c.

summary: you messed up at work, leading to an anxiety filled, draining day but luckily your beautiful boy is there to make it all better.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: not proofread, lots too many of pet names, nudity (nothing sexual), mentions of anxiety and dissociation, pure fluff. lmk if i missed any.

a/n: v self indulgent because i fucked up at work a few days ago and have been anxious and need some good ole binnie fluff in my life. i haven't written in a while so feedback is always appreciated. love u, drink ur water, take ur medicine and remember ur loved <3

*lowercase intended*

my library

(pictures not mine! credits to owner)

to say you were having a bad day would be an understatement. you were tired, you were grumpy, and didn’t feel good. but it all came crumbling down the moment you realized you had missed an important deadline for work. you misread the date for an important project, which meant you had to send in it yesterday and not today.

you were defeated. you wanted to go home and curl up into a soft blanket and shut the world out. but unfortunately you had to finish out an anxiety riddled work day, waiting for your boss to come in and berate you. luckily that never came but it didn’t stop the side comments from your coworkers, about how much of a headache you’ve caused. you finished your work day but the anxiety never left.

you’ve never driven home faster, just wanting to shower and cuddle with your boyfriend and forget about your day. as you opened the door to your apartment, you kicked off your shoes, threw down your work bag and leaned against the door, letting out a sigh of relief.

“jagiya?” you had to keep your tears at bay, just hearing his voice after the day you’d had, made you crumble. you make your way to the living room where you find your boyfriend in sweats and a t-shirt, hair in its natural, slightly disheveled state and glasses, slightly slipping off his nose. 

you couldn’t stop the pout from forming before dropping yourself next to him, shoving your upper body into him. “yah! jagi, what’s wrong?” he asks, confused by your sudden move and mood. you just shake your head, burying yourself further into him. he understands immediately, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head.

“okay, jagi, okay, it’s okay.” he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on your back. you two sit like this for a while, him whispering sweet nothings, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. once he felt you relax a bit,  he pressed a long kiss to your hair before pulling back a bit. “bunny?” he moves his hand to the nape of your neck. “can you look at me for a second please?”

you sniffle before wiping your eyes, moving so you were sitting in front of him on his lap, legs resting on either side of him. his hands drop to your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs. you start playing with the hem of his shirt, just collecting your thoughts.

“what’s going on, hm?” he taps your chin lightly, “ what’s got my jagi so upset?” you sigh, finally glancing up to meet his eyes. “i just had a really bad day.” you mumbled, fiddling with the hem of his shirt once more. “oh, bunny.” he coos, placing his hand on your cheek, wiping a stray tear because gently caressing the soft skin.

“do you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. you shook your head, “i just want cuddles and maybe a nap.” he nodded, “okay sweet girl. come on then.” he slowly scoots to the edge, “ wrap your legs around me, sweet girl.” he whispered, tapping your thighs. you wrapped your legs around his torso, before wrapping your arms around his neck, shoving your face in his neck.

“good job baby, you ready?” he asks, placing his hands under your thighs. you nod against him, tighten your limbs wrapped around him. he effortlessly stands up, adjusting slightly before making way to your shared bedroom.

once in the room, he gently lays you on the bed. “i’m gonna get you something comfy to wear, okay baby?” you nod, reluctantly letting go of him. you grab a blanket, hugging it, waiting for his return.

minutes pass, you feel yourself dissociate before your beautiful boy appears in front of you with shorts and your (his) favorite hoodie. he places the articles on the bed before sitting in front of you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. snapping you back to reality, looking at him, a small smile forming on his face. “hi my baby.” he whispers, thumb gently caressing your cheek. your eyes soften looking back at him, “hi.” you mumbled back.

“i’m gonna help you get changed, okay?” you nodded, gently grabbing the hand on your cheek, kissing the palm, a token of your gratitude. he smiles, rubbing your cheek, kissing your forehead, standing up.

“i’m gonna take off your shirt. okay?” you nod, putting your hands up. he grabs the hem of your shirt, bringing it up and over your head. “do you want me to take your bra off too, baby?” you nod, reaching behind to undo the clasp. he grabs the straps, pulling it from your body, giving each shoulder a peck.

“my beautiful girl.” he mumbled, kissing your cheek before grabbing the hoodie, slipping it over your head, letting you slip your arms through the sleeves. “do you want shorts or no?” he asked holding them for you to see. you pondered for a second before shaking your head no. he nodded, putting the shorts back on the bed, before lightly tapping your thigh, “stand up for me bunny.” you stand up, pulling the sleeves over your hands.

changbin makes quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping your itchy jeans, leaning down to pull them down gently. you place your sleeve covered hands on his shoulders to stable yourself as you step out of the uncomfortable material. he lays the jeans to the side for him to deal with later.

he places a soft kiss on each thigh on his way back up. he reaches behind you, moving the soft blankets, to give you space to slip under them. “come on, jagiya.” he says softly, watching you make home under the covers. he pulls the covers up to your chin, tucking you in before placing a callused hand on your cheek, stroking it a few times before placing a loving kiss on your forehead.

you let out a sigh of relief, feeling the anxiety leaving your body little by little. he pulls away, grabbing the shorts and your work clothes from the day, making his way to your closet, throwing the clothes in the laundry baskets and placing the shorts back in their place.

he walks back over to his side of the bed, repeating the same process with the blankets before pulling you into his chest. you relax into his chest as he wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. you place a soft kiss over his heart, as a silent thank you for taking care of you.

“i don’t know what happened,” he starts softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “but whatever it was, i hope you know how proud i am of you and love you no matter what. you put your all into what you do and i know you and i know you’re beating yourself about it but please don’t” he pauses.

“ i know it’s easier said than done but fuck baby, i hate seeing you tear yourself down. you work so hard, and you never give yourself a break and it breaks my heart.” you feel the familiar lump begin to form once more. you shake your head before covering your face with your hands, before shoving it back into his chest.

“i just feel so stupid and defeated.” you cried. you feel him tightened his arms around you, one arm around you back, the other cradling the back of your neck. “baby you’re not stupid, please never say that again.” he places a kiss on your hair. “you’re the smartest, most intelligent person i’ve ever met.”

you shook your head, pulling away slightly, before taking a breath. “what’s going on, what happened today?” he asked softly, wiping your tears. “i fucked up.” you whispered. “i thought i had another day for my project but it was due yesterday.” you explained, playing with strings of your hoodie. “my boss is upset, everyone’s mad at me, they keep making side comments about how i’ve caused a headache and it’s all too much.” you roll onto your back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to stop your tears.

“baby.” you don’t move, scared of what he’s gonna say next. “baby, look at me.” you turn head to face him, tears glistening on your eyelashes. “ you are not stupid. you are human and you made an honest mistake, okay?.” he paused, waiting for you to respond.

you nodded. “and you know what, fuck your coworkers and your boss, they’re all bitch made and complain about the stupidest things anyway.” you giggled, covering your face once more..

“shut up, bin.” you laughed. “no no no, i just got you smiling again, don’t hide from me.” he joked, grabbing your hands, revealing your smiling, tear-stained face. “there she is.” he cooed. you blushed looking up at him, suddenly tugging im down to you. “yah!” he exclaimed, giggling with you.

you hugged him tight, his arms coming to do the same. you shove your face into his neck, staying there for a moment before placing a kiss there. “thank you, bubba,” you murmured into his skin. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” squeezing him one more time before feeling him pull away.

you let him go, arms resting on his biceps, looking at each other for a moment. he then starting smothering your face in kisses causing you to giggle once more. “binnie! oh my god, please.” you say laughing pushing him back. 

“okay okay, i’m sorry i just wanted to hear you laugh again.’ he conceded.”but seriously, you never have to thank me for that, it’s what i’m here for, okay?” you smiled and nodded. “good, now naptime for my favorite sleepy girl.” he said before giving you a kiss followed by a loud “muah!” laying down, pulling you into him again. 

you settle against his chest once more, feeling lighter and tired. “i love you so much my sweet, smart girl, never forget that.” you blush, kissing his heart once more. “i love you too binnie, more than you know..” a light smile, gracing your face once more as you feel yourself falling into dreamland, in the arms of your favorite boy.

a/n: ngl i got lost in the sauce and it was taking too long to finish this so i kinda rushed the ending but i'll try to revisit it when i proofread it to improve it :)

[lemonyko0]

Drabble in which jk just rlly wants you to play with his hair...

» koo drabble since his recent live inspired me <3

» fluff, established relationship

so, you made a mistake. well, by normal standards it's not really a mistake, but definitely a recurring pattern since jungkook has learned it's a sure-fire way to get attention and affection from you. it'd be more interesting to say it was some sexy look, or a particular pair of jeans, but unfortunately that's not your reality.

instead, for the third time in one day, you hear the footsteps of your oh-so loving boyfriend pad around the house undoubtedly looking for you.

you tilt your head back on the couch and watch as he comes into view, smiling as he sees you, “y/n~” he coos, excitedly hopping over the back of the couch and right into your lap.

when you last saw him he was playing video games, occupying the tv in your bedroom so you left the room. therefore, there is no true reason why his hair should be as horrifically messy as it is right now, and yet he’s snuggled himself between your legs and is staring at you expectantly, waiting for you to fix his hair. he wants you to run your fingers through it like you always do, to fix his part and comb it with your nails, massage that pretty head of his and sprinkle it with kisses and you'd love nothing more than to give into him, but you don't.

you pretend like you have no idea what he’s after, and smile at him, “hi baby, done playing?”

he nods, leaning his head against your chest and ruining his hair even further, “yeah, my team won each round.”

you grin and instinctively reach a hand out to his head and pull back quickly, and instead rub his cheek. he pouts in response and you ask, “what?”

he sighs as he picks up your hand and moves it to the top of his head and staring at you in wait.

you chuckle as you let your hand slide down to his jaw and pinch his cheek, “does your head hurt? i bought more ibuprofen yesterday.”

“no.”

“then what?”

the pout grows each second you're not petting him and he whines into your body, “why aren't you fixing my hair?”

“you want me to fix it? i thought you were trying to leave it messy since you keep making it like that.”

you hear him quietly sigh between your arms as he starts to piece it together, “i was just making it messy so you’d fix it. i didn't think you’d catch on.”

you hum, “ahh, so you just wanted me to play with your hair? you could’ve just asked koo.”

he shook his head, “that's not as fun.”

“so it's more fun when you're tricking me into doing it?” he nods cheekily, staring up at you with a grin. “you think you're soooo slick.” you roll your eyes and start to poke at his ticklish places as he squirms around on the couch trying to escape you, but you've got him tied between your legs and weakened by your relentless teasing until he’s pleading with you between giggles and his reddened face.

“pl-please! y/n! i'm s-sorry! please!” he laughs and you pull back, resting against the couch once more as he catches his breath, and if at all possible, his hair is even worse now than it was before.

“gosh, now your hair’s actually a mess.”

he rolls dramatically off of the couch and onto his butt on the floor, “guess i'll go fix it myself.”

you chuckle, watching him not even move a muscle. he slowly looks up to you and just stares in wait. he then pushes himself closer and closer to you until his head is practically in your lap, staring at you with a cheesy grin. “please?”

you take his face in your hands and lean down to him, “i love playing with your hair koo. just ask.”

he nods excitedly, “so will you?”

you pat the couch and he resumes his original spot, just without the pout. he relaxes against you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his torso, arranging you exactly how he likes it and asking if your comfy.

“of course.” you kiss the side of his head and you don't need to see his smile to know he is, and to no surprise at all he’s practically purring the second you run your fingers through his hair, and asleep in your lap within only a few minutes.

you can't fault him though, as you're out like a light too in half the time.

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thanks for reading and if you wish it didn't end so soon, i have tons and tons more in my masterlist, coded and everything <3

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[ghostmoon1]

Dusted Rivalries - Chapter Five

Chapter Four | Master List | Chapter Six

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You find a dog show being held locally in the newspaper, with a prize that can surely save the farm! But Simon is opposed to the idea...

Paring: You'll find out soon :3

Words: 2,072

Warnings: Swearing and arguments, mentions of smoking, Johnny being a flirt

A/N: RAHH I love this chapter quite a lot guys :3 I can't wait to move my focus back fully onto this fic, Comfy-Vember is a very nice break but I've been watching Yellowstone and now I'm getting more ideas for this. And a reminder, TAG LIST IS OPEN AND ALWAYS IS!!

Golden liquid you call it. Warm tea, warming up your insides on a cold morning. Sighing as the cool mug touches your lips, letting the liquid pool in your mouth for a moment to savour the sweet taste, then letting the warmth spread down your throat, feeling it warm you up like the sun. Pure heaven.

Until it was ruined by a thump on the dining table behind you.

Big bastard

You twirl around to see Simon throwing the newspaper on the table and slumping down in a seat, grumbling to himself as he takes out his phone. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” you mutter, more to yourself but he obviously heard.

“Shut it,”

You roll your eyes and grab the newspaper, sitting your tea on the table as you flick through the pages. “Hm… Dog show? Prize can include… oh my god up to ten grand?! That-”

“No.”

Simon's voice was sharp and cold as he moved across the kitchen to make his own tea. His movements were stiff, and tense. 

“What do you mean no? Ten grand could save the farm, John said-” you begin to argue back, but are quickly cut off by Simon again, slamming his mug down on the table. 

“I said no,” he growls, narrowing his eyes as he studies you, disapproval dripping off his features. You stare back, showing him that he didn't scare you. Well, he did a bit with the way he towered over you, but letting that show would only fuel his disapproval and judgment more.

“Why not?!” you argue, throwing the paper back onto the table and crossing your arms. You meet his gaze, fighting the urge to pull back and not be so stubborn. But if something like this were to work, it could help. He’d be eating his words if you got Dolly into it and won.

“She’s too old for that shit,” he snaps, putting his mug back down on the sink with a bit too much force. 

The words ‘too old’ leaving his mouth made you want to yank his hair and yell at him. “What. So, old dogs can't learn new tricks?” you bite back, anger coursing through you at the idiotic words you were hearing.

“Poor thing would break a leg if she tried doing the shit they do in those!”

“You just don’t believe in her.”

“I don't want our fucking dog getting hurt because of your stupid antics! This isn't even your place to be arguing back with me. If you want to do it get your own fucking dog!” he yells, striding across the room to get closer to your face, trying to get his point across. 

How satisfying it would be to just slap him. Of course you wouldn't, you’d probably be flying across the room within the next second if you tried. You settle on staring at him with a cold expression.

“Do you have any other ideas then? Or are you just gonna do shit nothing” 

“This is our fucking farm, our fucking home. Not yours. This isn't your battle,” he snarls before leaving, striding out of the room with anger radiating off him, it might as well left a sour smell behind. Your eyes stay on him until he’s out of sight, then sigh and bury your face in your hands.

Who knew trying to help would be so hard? He almost felt as stubborn as you, if not more. But what if doing this helped? What if you could save the farm, with the help of Dolly? Surely he’d be grateful after. If he wasn’t well… that's not your problem. Do it for the rest of them, they’d be grateful.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as John stepped into the room, walking past to pick up the newspaper. “What’s happening today, birdie,” he mutters, holding the newspaper out to read.

You huff and rest your chin on your hands so you can look at him. “The front page is talking about a dog show.”

“A dog show eh? Lemme see…” he mutters, glasses placed on his nose as he reads, his eyebrows knitting together as he concentrates. “Ten grand prize? Bloody hell… that could help the farm a lot.”

You nod, lifting your mug to your lips again, frowning as the liquid touches your lips. Bloody gone cold. “Simon doesn’t like the idea…”

“What’s the muppet got against a dog show?” He takes his glasses off and sets the paper down on the table again. He moves around the table to the kitchen counter, beginning to make himself some coffee.

“He thinks Dolly is too old. Has the mindset of ‘old dogs can't learn new tricks’,”

He hums in thought as he brings his freshly made coffee to his lips, the aroma staining the air. “He’s right about that, she’s an old girl. But that doesn’t mean she wouldn't enjoy doing something like that. She’s old, not unable.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, still active as a pup. She’d do well,” you murmur in agreement, aimlessly running a finger over the rim of your mug. You meet John’s gaze for a moment, studying the determination set in his features and the slight furrow in his brow he always carries.

“Think it’s time to teach the old dog some new tricks.”

You were heaving for air, hands placed on your knees to keep yourself upright. Your chest constricting in ways you didn't think were possible. You couldn't help but watch Johnny and laugh to yourself, seeing him running around the makeshift course you made to train Dolly with a treat in his hand to keep her following him.

“Old dogs’ more fit than you!” you tease, laughing as you watch him snap his head around to glare at you. 

“Bloody hell. I haven’t done this shit in a hot minute!” he yells back, almost losing his footing as he guides Dolly up a ramp, who was happily bounding over the course, nipping at the treat in his hand. “You're the one standing there doing nothin’! All outta breath and shit.”

“I ran around with her for an hour before you even got here! About time you're helping.”

He scoffs and pulls his hand back as Dolly tries to nip at the treat again, letting out a high-pitched bark of annoyance at him.

You sit down on one of the hay bales that you had carted up to the paddock behind the house. Setting the course up was hell, but if this all worked out in the end, it’d be worth it. Watching Johnny run around the course with Dolly was a sight you didn't expect to be witnessing today. You let your heart rate calm down, waiting for the thumping to stop ringing in your ears.

Soon enough Johnny retires from running around with Dolly, flopping onto the hay bale next to you, heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You watch as his chest rises and falls as he breathes, his mouth slightly open as he tries to take in as much air as he can. 

“Not as fit as I used to be…” he mutters, placing his hat on his chest and holding it there.

“You're still fit. Better than I am.” 

He lets out a chuckle and rolls his head over, looking over your features. The way your brows knit together as you thought, the sweat dripping down your forehead, the way your lips parted as you took in each breath, the shine of your eyes in the bright sun, the way his face reflected in your eyes.

“You ever get told how pretty you are, lass? Wee bonnie lass…” he mutters, noticing the way your cheeks become pink and warm.

“O-oh thank you,” you stutter, a smile spreading across your lips. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for longer than they should have, feeling the way your cheeks become warmer under his touch. 

“You love birds done there?”

Your whole body jerks up at the newcomer's voice, your head snapping towards the direction it came from. Kyle stood near the gate, arms crossed over his chest with a singlet top on, his muscular arms in full view. You feel your cheeks become even warmer, your skin burning and turning more red.

“It's not. That. We-” you stutter and stumble over your words. Darn, Johnny for being even the slightest bit handsy at the worst of times.

“Hey, Kyle!” Johnny cheered, his grin wider than ever, ignoring the fact he just had you blushing and stuttering like a schoolgirl.

Kyle laughs and shakes his head, coming to sit on the hay bale with the both of you. “How’s training with Dolly going?”

“She’s like a pup. Gonna put me out of commission soon with how much she's dragging me around,” Johnny mutters, watching as Dolly does a lap of the paddock before jumping on the hay bale with everyone, panting and nudging Kyle's hand as she flops onto the soft hay.

Kyle rubs her ear, watching the way she rolls over and leans into his touch with a grin. “Worn the old girl out.”

“She’ll do well for the dog show. If she can’t win, I doubt any other dog can,” you chime in, joining in with adoring Dolly with love and affection. She lets out a happy whine of contentment, tail hitting the hay as she calms down from her morning of training.

“She’ll win, for sure,” Johnny says, watching her with eyes full of affection and love. Everyone knew she’d do well, their Dolly would win the show for them.

Simon's hands grasped onto the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white as he looked out of the window onto the paddock where you had set up the makeshift course for Dolly to train on. He didn't want this. He knew Dolly could do it, he had faith in the old girl. But what if she got hurt? He’s seen what they do. What if she breaks a leg, and they can’t fix it? He can’t lose his old girl. She keeps him sane. Yes, so do the boys, but they make him feel insane sometimes too. 

He stared at you, Kyle and Johnny lying on the hay bale with Dolly in the middle, drinking up the affection and love she was receiving from everyone. He’d never admit how scared he was for her. That he could care about anyone, especially a dog this much.

“Don’t let it eat you, Simon,” John’s voice broke the silence of the kitchen, making him release a breath he didn't know he was even holding. His voice was like an anchor, bringing him back to reality, the present time where he was supposed to be.

“What if she gets hurt…” he mutters, his gaze not moving from the window as he unconsciously grips the counter tighter, enough to bruise his fingertips.

“She’ll be okay. The old girl keeps up with us when we go get the cattle in, a little dog show won't hurt her. She’s enjoying it. Look at her, lapping up all the attention,”  John says, joining him in looking out of the window at everyone else. “She looks happy.”

Simon sighs and rubs his face and leans over the counter. “I know… It’s just. She’s my dog, I picked her out as a pup. I can’t help but feel overly protective of her. If she gets hurt I can’t help but feel like it was me. I’m supposed to make sure she's okay and safe.”

John sighs and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently giving him support, trying to keep him grounded instead of floating off into his own mind. 

“I feel like it’s not only Dolly you're worrying about, is it?”

His jaw tenses and he keeps his gaze on the others, his whole body stiffening. “No. Just Dolly,” he grumbles before pushing himself off the counter and walking out of the room. John watches and sighs. There was something more behind it, he knew it. But he couldn't tell what.

With a sigh, John moved to the porch to continue watching you and the boys with Dolly, lighting a cigar before bringing it to his lips and letting the smoke fog his lungs, watching as he breathed the smoke back out and disappeared into the air.

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[cyborg-franky]

Hello franky san! Hope ur doing okay

Is it possible to ask for comfort hcs of thatch with a s/o who struggles to fall asleep? I’ve been having this problem where my breathing seems to stop when im dozing off, which I then have to get up in my place and gasp for air. It goes on and on like that the rest of the night till I somehow manage to finally sleep. Sometimes I never even go back to sleep coz im just scared it will happen again.

It’s kind of a personal thing and I apologize to you and everyone else if it’s not something that u can relate to.

I hope u having a great day🩷

First of all. I think you MIGHT have sleep apnea [spelling?] and should go to a sleep doctor. That sometimes happens to me and my wife shakes me awake. It's pretty common and I think in severe cases you need a machine to help you at night. I am not a doctor I just know a big bunch of people who have this issue! I would go and check it out ASAP <3

Thatch x GN Reader SFW

Thatch was the type of person who would be fast asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. He was always out like a light, ready to rise with the sun.

But you were his complete opposite. You struggled to fall asleep and even struggled to stay asleep.

Every day, you wake up groggy and feeling unrested, yet you get ready for your job, doing your duties as a member of the 4th division. Thatch knew you had a hard time resting, so he would try to go easy on you in the kitchen, leaving you to simple chores that didn’t involve anything sharp or hot.

Thatch noticed you tried to avoid going back to sleep sometimes, too shaken up from gasping for air, much like a man who’d been drowning, breaking the surface of the waves to gulp in a breath.

He would comfort you as much as he could, and you’d feel a large, rough hand on your back, rubbing you gently and soothing you as your heart raced. You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to focus on his voice, trying to ground you.

“Shh, shhh, darlin’, it's okay.” he cooed and started to snuggle behind you when he was sure you wouldn’t mind his body against yours when your breathing normalized, and you didn’t seem to be in a state of panic.

“Ugh, I hate it, Thatch. I’m so worried I won’t wake up again,’” you confessed and turned to face him, your tired eyes meeting him as he hummed in thought. We should take you to talk to Birdbrain tomorrow. It’s not right to keep this to yourself. Ya never know. He might have the answers,” he said as he carried on rubbing your back. 

You nodded only half here as your eyes grew heavy. You kept trying to wake yourself each time you heard your breath deepening in a light snore. 

Thatch sat up, leaning against the headboard, his hand now running through your hair, fingers playing with the strands. 

“I’ll stay awake and make sure you're okay. How does that sound?” he offered, and you blinked.

“But won’t you be tired?” he shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “I’ve already slept a near-full night. Let me stay up these last few hours, and if you stop breathing, I’ll be here to make sure you get up. How's that? My word!”

You felt warmth bloom in your chest. He was such a wonderful man, a perfect partner. “Really?” “Anything for you, darling. You just have to promise me you will see the doctor tomorrow.”

“I promise,” you sleepily mumbled and got comfy.

“Sleep tight,” he said, and you were already snoring softly, feeling safe with him.

[ncity-agere]

hi bunnieee! can i ask for cg!chenle taking care of a little with stomach issues :( i'm struggling with reflux recently sooo yeah :< it would be great if you can write something like this :3

slight warning: the sickies (oh no), mention of nausea, tummy issues, acid reflux, etc. please proceed with caution if those topics make you feel icky, or read one of my other works! thank you!

Oh, Caregiver!Chenle would be worried sick. Of course, he looks so nonchalant that you’d never know it… but he’s very worried, I promise.

You waddle up to Chenle, who’s babysitting you for the day. You’ve stopped playing with Daegal, an upsetting feeling arising in your tummy.

He notices and looks up from his phone, eyes brightening a bit when he spots you. “Ah, hey there y/n. What’s wrong?”

“Somfing huwts.” You groan, feeling the bubbling in your stomach and the tightness of your chest.

Chenle furrows his eyebrows, putting his phone down quickly. “Hurts? Wait, hurts where?”

“Huwts here.” You point to your chest, which feels sort of tight. You point at your tummy next and frown. “An’ here. A lot here.” You murmur and it clicks in his mind.

You’d told him about your tummy troubles in passing, but he didn’t think you’d have any issues today while he was watching you.

“I should have been paying more attention. I’m sorry, y/n.” Chenle pouts, feeling bad now. He vaguely notices Daegal nipping at the bottom of his pajama pants, but can’t help but focus on you.

“I feel like I’m gonna…” You mutter, trying not to focus on the nausea bubbling up. “I feel…”

“Come on, let’s get you laid down, okay? Goodness, poor thing.” He holds your hand, getting up from where he was sat to lead you towards the sofa. He helped you sit down, eyebrows knitted in thought.

The first thing he did was elevate your head, propping two soft pillows right under your hair.

“I’ll be right back, okay? You won’t even know I’m gone.” Chenle promises and before you can dispute it, he’s gone. You can hear him rustling around the kitchen but you don’t turn to look, feeling dizzy now.

Chenle comes back, balancing a banana in his arms and holding a bowl of warm, soft rice. “You’ve gotta eat something. Rice and bananas are good for tummy aches, my mom always told me that.”

You made a face at that, unsure if he was kidding or not (A/N: yes! you should eat rice, bread, apples, and/or bananas when you’re feeling general tummyaches! fun fact!), but deciding to just open your mouth and let him feed you. You chewed the first spoonful of rice, sighing happily when the rice touched your lips and into your mouth.

Chenle praised you for eating so well, a soft expression on his strong face. “Good job! You’re eating a lot, I wish we had more rice but I don’t feel like cooking it.” He mused, spooning the last handful of rice into your mouth and moving on to peel the banana.

“No banana.” You scowled, pushing away the fruit. Chenle nodded in understanding and shrugged, placing the banana on the coffee table and going back to stroking your hair.

“Okay… no banana, then.” He agreed. “You should get some rest and let your stomach settle-“ He started to say, before you felt a jolt in your stomach and bad, bad feeling bubbling up.

Suddenly, you threw the blankies off of you and got up to run to the trash can, eyes widening. Chenle followed you as you steadied yourself against it, but nothing came up.

Chenle pouted a bit as he watched you slump over a bit in exhaustion and hold your arms out for him. The idol picked you up and walked you back to the sofa, deciding that a bit of sleep would do you well.

He gets you super duper comfy and tucks you in like it’s your regular bed, smoothing out your hair and fluffing your pillows. He even sings to you a bit and starts to get up when he notices your eyes fluttering closed.

But you fought off the sleep and peered up at Chenle as he got up to leave, holding onto his arm. “Lele? Can you rub my tummy, pwease?” You ask him politely, frowning as you felt another rumble resonate.

He thinks for a moment, then nods. “Yeah.” Chenle replies softly. He sits on the edge of the couch, careful not to sit on your legs, and places a gentle hand on your tummy. “Is this okay, y/n?”

You nod as he lays a warm hand on your stomach, petting as softly and soothingly as he could. Your tummy started to feel less bubbly and the room was quiet as you drifted to sleep, trying your hardest not to slip away into dreamland.

“I hope you feel better:” Chenle stops rubbing your tummy and instead pulls your blankie over your shoulders more, worried if you’re feeling cold.

“Thank you… Lele…” You whisper, feeling your tummy begin to settle as your eyes fluttered shut for the night.

[plussizefantasia]

i miss you

Flufftober Day 3: Morning Snuggles

Tony Stark x f! plus size reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: I'm a sucker for soft Tony. Please reblog if you liked the story and I'll see you all tomorrow for day 4! (it's one of my favorite prompts of the whole month)

divider credit: @royallaesthetics

Mornings like these were far and few between. Tony came to bed in the early morning hours most nights and you had to get up early for work. It wasn’t very often when you both had the time to just lay together and exist. 

You craved these moments of small intimacy, where you were able to see a side of him that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. During his waking hours, his worry and age were evident on his face. You cherished every wrinkle and line, they showed how much he cared, about the world, about you.

Bathed in the soft sunlight of the morning though, his face was clear of any of those signs. He looked more at peace in this moment than you had seen him in the entirety of your time together. You are content to just watch him, to memorize his features all over again, and to fall in love with everything about him. 

His arm flexes in his sleep and pulls your body closer to his. Your face easily falls into the space between his neck and shoulder. Taking a deep breath you inhale everything that is Tony, he has a naturally woody scent and you can tell that he used your favorite body wash before he got into bed last night. You easily sigh and feel as the tension leaves your body.

You aren’t used to being held, past insecurities keep you from wanting your partner to feel your body even if it's innocent. But Tony had spent the first few months of your relationship doting physical affection onto you whenever he could. He would come up behind you while you were on the phone with a client and wrap his arms around your shoulders, leaving a kiss on your head before letting go. During movie night he made sure you’d be leaning into his side, sometimes he would rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair while the two of you only kind of watched whatever was on the screen.

The more affection he gave you, the more you began to crave it. Feeling loved in that way was addicting and you’d happily let Tony dote on you for the rest of your life if you could. Laying in his arms in the early morning has got to be one of your favorite things to do, and sometimes it makes you sad when you realize just how rare it is. 

That is why you cherish moments like this one, where you have nowhere to be and nothing to do. Just laying in bed with the love of your life. 

It's the rumbling of your stomach that wakes Tony up. The first thing he notices is how nice your hair smells. The second is how comfy he is with you in his arms and the third is the light that streams through the window. He wasn’t expecting to sleep this long, but he's glad he did. He loves these moments just as much as you do.

“Morning” he whispers against the top of your head.

“Good morning, Handsome you mumble right back into his shoulder. 

He places one two three kisses against your temple and rolls over onto his back taking you with him. This new position has you resting your arms on his chest, laying your head on top of them, and gazing lovingly at the man beneath you.

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, it always is. Tony’s mind is loud and fast-paced and he loves being able to relax in the moment with you. No words are necessary to share the love you have, just glances between the two of you are enough to know what the other is thinking. 

Tony brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek and a gentle smile creeps up on his features. You’re sure you already have one on yours.

“I miss you,” he says. You almost don’t hear him, so wrapped up in your thoughts about how lovely he looks right now.

Your confusion is evident on your face. “Miss me? We sleep in the same bed, you see me all the time.”

“Yeah, I see you. But we don’t get moments like these. Where I can just be with you and not have to worry about the world or anything else. I miss being able to love on you whenever I want.”

“You can love on me whenever you want Tony, I’ll never say no to your love.” You tell him. The honesty and pure love oozes out of every word you say.

For a second Tony doesn’t know how to respond. He doesn’t think he’s ever been loved like you love him. He doesn’t ever want to live without it again.

“Good,” he says, and he pulls you closer once more. The two of you spend the rest of the morning in each other's arms. First in the bed and then when your stomach started making too much noise for Tony to be comfortable with, he took you to the penthouse kitchen and made you an omelet. One of the few things he's gotten really good at making by himself. When the two of you finished eating he pulled you to the big plush couch in the living room and laid his head on your chest.

Sweet nothings were whispered between the two of you for hours. And as morning turned to afternoon and then to night a promise was made. You both promised to do this every week, exist with each other, and soak in the love that you two shared. It was the easiest promise you’d ever made.

[kuroosdarling]

(୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) : you’ve been matched with … USHIJIMA !

@qichun

[garoujo]

YOU OPEN UP THE BLANKET FOR THEM — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

♱ warnings — sfw ; none just fluff !

♱ note — some more sfw since my brain has been so full i feel dizzy . getting dis out of my system while i’m suffering from cramps </3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

“quit teasin’ me by looking so comfy.” satoru was already up busying himself to get ready for work, although it amused you the tight lipped pout he’d always send you when he met your gaze from where you’re still curled up in bed — stealing the heat he always leaves behind on his side. but his lingering body heat never came close to how warm he felt pressed against you, so with the next longing, pouty look he sends you, you giggle before opening up the comforter with an expectant look.

“oh? you’re gonna make me late, sweet thing.” satoru hums, a smooth drawl that you feel warm your skin but despite his words he’s still fast to approach you, mattress dipping underneath his weight as he takes his place next to you once more even though he’s already dressed and showered. “but you’re warm.” you sigh, nuzzling into his chest when you feel his arms wrap around your waist — pressing you close as his slender fingers trace the length of your spine with a croon of a laugh sounding afterwards.

“yeah? well i guess wouldn’t want you missing me too much, angel. were basically beggin’ me for a goodbye kiss, aren’t you cute?” you feel satoru squeeze at your skin affectionately before one of his palms are resting against your cheek and he’s pressing his lips against your temple, cooing when your eyes flutter closed and you melt into the touch. it’s adorable how quickly you melt back into him, already breathing softly as you find yourself drifting off against his chest and satoru makes sure to steal an extra kiss before he leaves for work that day, it was well worth the scolding he got from yaga for being late.

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

suguru was already getting ready for bed but he was taking too long in your opinion and you were getting impatient, already wanting to be pressed against his broad chest when you watch him pull his shirt over his head with a hum. “sugu, hurry up!” you sigh and he turns to give you a gentle sort of smile when you’re lifting the comforter, shooting him a pout that makes his grin tug even wider before he’s playfully rolling his eyes and approaching you.

“couldn’t wait, pretty? so impatient.” suguru hums playfully when he leans in next to you, muscled arms guiding you against his chest as he leans his lips against your temple with a laugh. “yeah well you were taking to long.” you reply quickly and you feel your boyfriend grip on you squeeze before he’s tracing his fingers along your sides soothingly, making you melt into him like you’d been waiting to.

“well i’m here now, sweetheart.” his words are a low drawl, muffled slightly against your skin but there’s an honesty to them when he pulls away to meet your drowsy gaze with his own, pulling you in for a kiss that lingers and makes you feel hazy with how sweetly he holds you close. but then suguru pulls away and guides you back against your chest and you don’t have anything more to say when he’s tucking the comforter over you cozily and curling into you with a content sort of groan.

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

you’d been a little bored since yuuji had went to the gym with megumi, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch before you finally heard the door to your apartment open and your boyfriend voice following a few seconds after. “i’m home, baby!” he calls, bounding into the living room a few seconds later with flushed cheeks from his workout but a bright grin all the same.

you didn’t really consider your decision before doing it, greeting him with a drowsy welcome back as you open up your blanket and yuuji approaches you so quickly you almost lose sight of him until he’s on you, trying to fit his body over yours on the small couch. “wait, yuuji! you’re all sweaty still—ew!” you giggle, trying to push away you’re huge hunk of a boyfriend as he nuzzles into you but he only shoots you a pout before he’s wrapping you in his arms. “but you invited me in, baby! i missed you.”

but the way yuuji’s looking at you is so sweet despite the way his blush coloured hair is still slightly damp across his forehead, so you give yourself a few more seconds of bliss against his muscled chest before his hulking figure is almost falling off the couch. “go shower and then you’ll get more cuddles.” you reason and it’s almost immediate the way he leaves you with a kiss and a giddy grin as he rushes away to the bathroom.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

there’s a slight pout on megumi’s lips when he returns home to find you bundled up in blankets on the touch, clicking his tongue when you mimic his expression — but it’s an action that makes a slight dusting of pink grow on his cheeks before he approaches you. you feel the couch dip underneath his weight when he sits next to you, grumbling about something under his breath as his fingers rest gently along your thigh.

he feels you shuffle slightly, opening up the blankets that are wrapped around you in the hopes to guide him inside but you’re only met with a blank expression before he mumbles again. “what? are you hot? i can open the window.” megumi stands again and the blush on his cheeks only burns brighter when you giggle at his words, making him huff before he’s telling you to stop laughing through another tight lipped pout. “no, ‘gumi! get in.” you finally sigh out and you watch your dark haired boyfriend rub the back of his neck awkwardly before he slides in next to you, a little rigidly at first.

“you could’ve just asked.” you hear him mumble under his breath when he presses his chest close to you, wrapping you in his arms as he rests his cheek against your temple. “yeah but you’re too cute.” and your words only make him nuzzle deeper into you with a tight lipped shutup and another blooming flush.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

nanami had gotten home late from work as you lay wrapped in the comforter on the bed, watching him rub the heel of his hand against his eyes before he’s sending you a drowsy look — one that’s followed by a smile that’s still gentle despite the sleep lacing it. you watch him pull at his tie before he tries to make his way to the bathroom, but you cut his trip short when you call on him — opening up the blanket wrapped around you when your gaze meets his.

but you hear nanami hum out a laugh before his features seem to relax slightly, and as much as he wants to go shower off his day and get ready to really sleep with you — he can’t deny how inviting a cuddle would be right now. “just for a second, sweetheart.” sounds followed by the gentle sound of his foot steps before he’s pushing in next to you, wrapping you against his chest with an exhale that has you pushing closer to his chest.

but then you feel nanami turn onto his back as he keeps you held tight against his chest, one of his hands moving to intertwine his fingers with yours before he grumbles again, but there’s still a whisper of a smile on his lips when he speaks. “i’ll make sure to leave on time tomorrow.” knowing it’s only so he can have a few more moments like these with you.

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[jade-parcels]

🌱🌱🌱Silly little Haitham bf hcs to celebrate his banner 🌱🌱🌱

🌱Haitham is a relatively good cook but he doesn’t venture into cook books for new recipes. If it was up to him, you’d eat the same 4 meals over and over. He enjoys rice, meat and veggies so every dish he makes will include those things. When you make something new for him, he’s always appreciative and willing to try it and even if he isn’t a big fan, he’ll eat it to make you happy. Food is food to him, it doesn’t have to be his favorite in order for him to eat it.

🌱Al Haitham’s the type of guy to take a ‘little sip’ of your drink when you tell him to try it except he’s a Big Man and he takes a HUGE mouthful… then hands back the almost empty glass with a “yeah, that’s pretty good. I might get some for myself”…. This bitch… get your own >:(

🌱Haitham would fold your laundry for you and put it away if he noticed that you were overwhelmed by it all. However, the downside is he reorganizes as he goes, putting things in places that ‘make logical sense’. Now your shirts are in color order and socks are separated by length

🌱He’s secretly a cuddle bug ;-; he wants you to be close to him whenever possible. He isn’t a fan of pda but behind closed doors he wants you to sit close against his side, lay in his lap, rest your head on his chest, run your hand through his hair, kiss his cheek… Poor guy is so smart- he’s so straight forward but that’s his own downfall cause when it comes to affection, he gets embarrassed to ask for it. He doesn’t know how to word it. “Hug me” is too demanding… “May I have a hug?” Sounds too childish… “I want a hug” sounds out of character to him. So he just hopes you catch onto what he wants. Sometimes actions speak louder than words

🌱When he’s out jogging or taking a walk after work (he’s gotta stretch his legs after sitting doing paperwork) he’ll slow down when passing by fruit stalls. He makes a point of buying your favorite fruits for you almost daily so you have a lil snack for after dinner or for breakfast the next morning. He’s a regular at these stalls now because of you :) <3

🌱Haitham’s favorite part of a party is leaving. He will happily take the blame when you get tired and want to leave. Like the true gentleman he is, he’ll use the excuse of ‘I have work in the morning. It’s time for us to get going’ so you two can go home. Are you going straight to bed? Maybe. Are you going home to cuddle and read together? Very likely

🌱While he prides himself in his self control, you’re Haitham’s weakness. He’s easy to rile up, easy to pull into an alleyway to kiss behind shops or between trees. He can’t really hide when he blushes cause he doesn’t just blush lightly, he turns beet red from his neck up to his ears so please don’t embarrass him at work but if you do he’ll return the favor later so… ;)

🌱Haitham prefers to be the big spoon when you guys sleep cause hugging something or someone is comforting for him. In his college years when he wasn’t getting laid, he went to sleep hugging his pillow… That’s what he did before he met you too. Now he has you in his arms, you’re secure and keep him feeling comfy n warm. Sweetie pie <3 if you ask why he likes to hold you that way you’ll get a long winded lecture about emotional security, couple co-sleeping and so on lmao

[infinityerlingx]

Baby Fever

erling haaland x (fem)reader

plot - babysitting erling’s nephew has erling’s mind all over the show

genre - fluff

a/n - i do not know the name of erling’s nephew, so he will be called Isaac in this fic :)

part two here !!

part three here !!

You loved babysitting Erling’s nephew, the way his big eyes would stare up at you, with a little toothy grin as you made him giggle. The small boy only being 2 years old, he was beginning to talk a lot and wanted to run around everywhere.

Gabrielle had brought him over to Erling’s apartment one afternoon, with her struggling to find someone to look after him, you were always happy to take care of the little boy. His smile grew as he saw your face, opening his arms to be held by you. Gabrielle thanked you once again before making her way out. Erling was in the kitchen, making some food for Isaac as you brought him into the kitchen to meet Erling. Erling’s face lit up as you passed Isaac to him.

The afternoon was spent in the living room, Isaac on the carpet, multiple toys around him and colouring pages scattered around, Erling sat on the edge of the sofa, watching with a smile as you and Isaac drew pictures together. His mind couldn’t help but wander and think of you doing this with your own child in the future. Erling knew for a fact that he wanted children with you, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Isaac was beginning to get tired, his little yawns made Erling get up from the sofa and pick him up, taking him into the guest bedroom and letting him have a short nap.

“He’s asleep” Erling spoke softly as he wandered back into the living room, finding you on still the floor, picking up Isaac’s toys and cleaning up the papers, before stretching your body and standing back up. You sent him a smile before sitting back onto the L-shaped sofa, getting yourself comfy as Erling joined you, throwing himself down next to you, pulling you into him for a cuddle.

“Glad he’s asleep, tired me out all of this today” You hummed into Erling’s chest.

“I guess it can’t be that bad can it? I mean look how much fun we’ve both had today with him” Erling spoke.

“What do you mean?” You spoke sitting yourself up, watching his face.

“Y/N, you’re so good with him, seeing you with him has 100% made my mind up” Erling spoke seriously. You knew what he was insinuating but you wanted to hear him say it, so you played dumb, not wanting him to catch on with your mind. Your eyebrow cocked making him sigh before speaking again.

“I want a baby with you” Your eyes widened at his confession, even though it wasn’t a surprise, you didn’t think you’d hear them words ever come out of his mouth. “You’re the only person I want to have in the rest of my life. You’re everything to me Y/N, I don’t see myself with anyone but you, I want it all with you, the big house, with 2 maybe 3 little versions of us running around the garden” He carried on, his hand linked with yours. “If that’s what you want, but I really want a baby with you”

“Of course that’s what I want Erling, I want a baby with you too” You spoke and you’d never seen Erling smile so much in his life. His hands on your hips pulling you on top of him, sitting on his lap, he pulled you into a hug. His head tucked into your neck. His arms tight around your waist, your cheek resting against his head. “You’re the only one for me Erling” You spoke softly. Erling squeezed you in response, your heart fluttering at his actions.

Isaac had woken up just less than an hour later, finding you and Erling cuddled up on the sofa, his little arms extended wanting to be included. You picked him up, placing him on your lap, Erling watched you with a smile on his face. It was like you were made to be a mother.

Gabrielle arrived at the apartment after another hour had passed, Isaac jumping up and running straight for his mum. Gabrielle thanked the both of you and you said your goodbyes to her and the little boy, giving him a little kiss on his forehead.

Once the door was locked, Erling had his arms wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder, you leant into his touch, resting your back against his strong frame. You let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut after a long day. Your hands rested on top of his own. Your eyes opened again, turning your head you placed a short kiss onto Erling’s cheek.

“Wanna go get in bed and watch some Netflix?” You questioned quietly, Erling hummed and you felt his head nod. His arms loosening from your waist as he pulled away and walked with you to your shared bedroom. The pair of you getting changed into comfy clothes before getting into the large bed.

After a while the movie was forgotten about, you both lay facing each other, your leg pulled up over his waist, one of his large hands on your thigh, one of your hands resting around his shoulders, playing with his long hair.

“I mean every word I said today, seeing you with Isaac confirmed everything, I know we’re only young but, I mean, I think we’re both ready aren’t we?” Erling spoke “Unless you don’t want to yet, I’m ready whenever you are” He carried on, not wanting to rush you.

“Erling, stop worrying. I think I’m ready” You spoke with a smile. Erling looked at you with widened eyes. “Yeah we’re young but what’s stopping us? Nothing” You assured him.

“I’m so excited min kjære” He spoke softly, leaning down and giving you a long kiss. “Plus there’s one other thing” He said, a smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Hm, what’s that then” You replied, confusion spread over your face.

“You’d look so sexy pregnant, my baby inside of you” He smirked, his hand pushing against your lower stomach making you bite your lip slightly.

“Is that right?” You teased, pressing a small kiss over his Adam’s apple.

“Indeed it is” He replied, looking you up and down, his tongue darting out before kissing you again.

“Let’s do it then” You spoke against his lips, Erling didn’t need any more encouragement, he was bound to make sure that he would do anything to please you and make this the best night for you both.

Next thing you knew you were lay back on the bed, Erling’s large body covering you, his lips on yours and you knew that you were in for an incredible night.

[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Proposal

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

WC: 3528

Warnings: language, established relationship, 2nd POV, mentions of food and drinks, im going to refrain from any other things to not give anything away, but it’s all fluff

A/N: It’s here!! I’m excited and nervous!! Happy to give these to a little more love and a little bit more backstory to them. Normally I have a full blown moodboard (and I do) but it would give away too much so I’m opting to not have one but if you’re interested in seeing it, I can post it in like a separate “spoilers below” post. Also, reader’s nickname is revealed in this, so any future posts will have it when referring to her (so much easier to when trying to avoid a name). And last but not least, their song picked by y’all is Lover by T.Swift and there’s a playlist linked below.

Edited to add a big thank you to @noisynaia for letting scream at her my thoughts!!!

Okay. I hope you like it. And if you ever want to scream about these two with me, my ask box is always open.

Previous / Series Masterlist / The Proposal Playlist / Weekends Masterlist

Sometimes the beauty of life is allowing it happen organically.

Delicate bits of time woven together through fleeting moments— in varying degrees of inconsequential or life changing events.

Momentous is how you would describe your life in a single word at this very moment in time.

The last 6 months had been a whirlwind for you and Frankie. Since that night you’d both not only confessed your love to each other, but also deciding to spend the rest of time together.

You’d convinced your landlord to let you out if your lease early, due to you being a exemplary tenant for several years. With the help of Frankie and the guys, you were able to box up your things and move into Frankie’s house across town.

It had taken a few weeks to unpack your life into this new space, but you felt a sense of accomplishment once everything had a place and mixed in effortlessly with Frankie’s belongings.

You’d both decided early on to keep your engagement to yourselves— a secret for the two of you to savor and enjoy.

Not that you were worried about what others might think, but this felt like a special kind of thing you wanted to bask in before sharing with your loved ones.

And when the time was right, everyone would know.

*

Your schedules had been booked and busy, so you’d both decided to take a random Friday off to spend some extra time together. You were excited to have a 3 day weekend, alone with your fiancé. Which also meant sleeping in as late as you wanted and taking your leisure time to extricate yourself from your cozy lush surroundings.

The bed dips a bit as you turn and stretch out your slow waking form.

“Time to get up sleepy head.” His voice is still your favorite part of waking up. The soft cadence tickles every inch of your body, better than any cup of coffee ever could.

“You let me sleep in, thank you.”

“You looked comfy all wrapped up, figured you could use a few more hours.”

He kisses you, it’s sweet and laced with a hint of bitterness from his morning coffee.

“Mmm! Good morning handsome.”

“Mornin’ Beautiful. There’s a coffee and a danish on the nightstand for you.” You shoot him a questioning look, amusingly taken aback and confused. “Don’t look at me like that. They were all out of croissants this morning, so I went with your second favorite.”

You accept the offer, rolling on to your stomach to reach for your coffee. You get lost in the first sip and savor its creamy rich flavor as it hits every waiting taste bud.

“Alright sleeping beauty. Time to get your ass outta bed and get ready.” Giving your backside a few pats before heading for the bedroom door. “Our appointment is at 3 and then dinner reservations are at 6. Gonna go iron my shirt and clean up my shoes.”

“Hey!” Playfully yelling for his attention as he walks away.

He stops just outside the door, turning back towards you.

“I love you.” He serious expression relaxes and his face lighting up instantly.

“I love you too.” He shoots you a wink before turning to carry on.

It takes you a minute to get yourself up and moving. Bites of your delicious danish and sips of your warm latte aid in your efforts to get yourself ready.

Your mundane routine of showering and prepping for the day were taken at a deliberate pace. Enjoying the balmy spray of the water, soothing the slight aches and pains that had built up over the last week, the feeling of relief is almost instant.

Toweling yourself off and slipping on your cozy rob, you finish readying yourself with a simple makeup look— nothing too fancy or bold, just enough to accentuate your most favorite features.

The garment bag containing your dress for the day was tucked away in the back of your closet. You were so excited to finally get to wear it and eager to see the look on Frankie’s face when he sees you in it.

It was muted in coloring, an off shade of white, it wasn’t anything you’d ever considered for yourself but the moment you’d tried it on there was an instant reaction of sorts. It’s silky smooth fabric hugged your body in such a way that you couldn’t help but feel like it was made for you.

Jewelry and shoes finished off the look, taking yourself in fully as you stand in front of your full length mirror. You hands smoothing over the dress, admiring every detail of your reflection.

“You look stunning.”

Your eyes immediately drawn to Frankie in the mirror leaning against the door frame.

Your breath catches at the sight of him. His head cocked to the side as he admires you, hands tucked into his pant pockets, suit jacket hugging his broad shoulders over his freshly ironed shirt— the top buttons forgotten about in true Frankie fashion.

He pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a few long strides until he is crowding behind your spot in front of the mirror.

His eye contact is direct, holding an intensity that makes you dizzy. Your body tingles when his large hands slowly rest on your shoulders, his thumbs toying at the delicate straps of your dress.

“Frankie…” His name floats over your lips as you look at him with an ardent smile.

His eyes never stop watching you as he leans down pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, your eyelids flutter as the sensation of his lips ripples through your body.

Your hand comes up to caress the side of his face, his beard trimmed down, the stubble causing a bit of resistance to your touch.

You can’t help the tiny moan that escapes from your throat as Frankie begins to press kiss after kiss along your neck, tilting your head to completely give into to his wandering mouth.

“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to be on time.” Your breathless, knowing that it’s a slippery slop of carnal desire once things start to heat up.

He kisses you one last time before standing to his full height.

“You look so pretty.”

“Pretty?” His eyebrow raises at your comment, not he doesn’t think a man can be pretty, he’s just never saw himself as such.

You turn so you’re fully facing him, hands resting on his chest as you look at him with a sweet gaze. “Yes, pretty. And your hair looks good too.” Your fingers lightly combs through the sides just purely for the experience of touching him some more.

“You think so??” You nod softly and lean into kiss him gently.

“Let’s go handsome.”

*

It was a 45 minute drive, which gave you both plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company. Chats about work and plans for the next few months permeated the truck cabin. 70’s ballads filled the in between silence, but usually evoking laughter from you as Frankie would do his best to stay in tune with the music.

This was now a regular feature in both of your lives. These days spent together, relishing each and every moment, were your favorite. Weekends alone or with friends had you craving adventure as much as possible. But even the slow paced weekends, at home had become a cherished time for the both of you, wanting to absorb each and every moment before the work week was knocking at the door.

The large building towers over the street as Frankie pulls into the parking spot. Its florid design was beautiful for a giant cement building, the front covered in windows and ornate decorative details that are reminiscent of older times.

The weather is warm and sunny as you make your way to the building, Frankie’s grasp on your hand is grounding, giving it a few subtle squeezes as you walk through the glass doors.

The air inside feels cold and stale as you wait for the next available window, very on brand for such a building. A slight shiver has Frankie pulling you in to him, wrapping you in his warmth.

“Next!”

“Good afternoon ma’am. We have an appointment, should be under Morales.”

She doesn’t respond as she clicks away at her keyboard, squinting at her computer screen through her wide-rim glasses.

“Do you have all your proper documentation with you today?” Straight to the point and zero enthusiasm in her tone.

“Uh, yes ma’am.” Frankie hands her the small stack of papers she had asked for. You squeeze his hand now, 3 times as a silent ‘I love you’.

“It’s says here Mr. Morales you’re previously divorced. Do you have proof of dissolution? Otherwise you may not proceed with your application.” She asks as she continues to hold the papers that she hasn’t looked at yet, not even looking away from the screen.

“Yes. It’s in the with the other papers. It was an amicable dissolution, we both signed and agreed to end the marriage—“

“I don’t need your life story sir, just the proper paperwork.”

“Right. Sorry, ma’am.” 3 more squeezes to his sweaty hand, thankful that Frankie is handling her crankiness so calmly and with a smile. She clearly has been doing this for years and has zero intention of small talk.

Her fingers continue to click more buttons and she scans through the papers, inputting the information into the proper boxes. And after what feels like a long process, she’s printing out some new documents, stacking them with the ones you’d given her and hands them back to Frankie.

“Please wait for your name to be called.” Barely making eye contact as she adjusts herself in her chair.

“Thank you ma’am. Have a great weekend.”

“Mhmm. Next!”

“Clearly your charming good looks had no effect on her.” You snicker into Frankie’s shoulder as you both walk to the sitting area, trying to keep your comment contained between the two of you.

The minutes tick by, the space is eerily quiet, so you keep talking to a minimum while you wait.

The other chairs are filled with what look like other couples, all most likely there for the same reason.

You take in the sweet older couple who sits across from you. They must be in their 80’s and yet they have a young innocence that seems to envelop them. Their hands anchoring them to each other as they sit snuggled in sweetly. You can’t make out their conversation, but the way she is smiling and looking at him, it feels like she completely taken by him as has been for awhile. He pats her fragile little hands as he talks and every few minutes he looks at her like she’s the only one in the room— your heart nearly implodes at the gentle kiss he gives her forehead.

It’s like you’re looking at a glimpse of your future. A love so authentic and undying, strong enough to endure hardships, a vivid and passionate life together that never gets tiring.

The soft whisper of your name catches your attention.

“You okay?” 3 gentle squeezes to your hand, the reciprocated gesture tugging at your heart.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just happy to be here with you.” You smile emphasizing your words.

“Alight, we have Morales up next! Please make your way through these doors and the commissioner is waiting for you up at the front.”

*

Entering the room, you’re welcomed by a lady standing behind a wooden podium— she’s already more inviting than the older one at the front desk.

Frankie’s hand is anchored to your lower back as you both make your way closer to her. Frankie hands her the papers she’s needs and you both wait for her to begin.

“Welcome. I have a few more couples after you so let’s get started. Do you have any witnesses with you today?”

“No ma’am we do not.”

“Okay, that’s fine, not a requirement in the state of Florida. And will you be exchanging rings today?”

“No ma’am, we do not have rings.”

“Well, this might just be the easiest one today.” She laughs a bit as she shuffled her papers around a bit.

“I’m going to ask you both to face each other while I read the declaration of intent.”

You can feel the emotions already flowing through you, as you look at Frankie. This man has gifted you with so much in such a short amount of time and you can’t help but feel so grateful for this life you’re about to begin.

“Please join hands.”

Frankie takes yours in his, his is touch is the most powerful thing you have ever felt.

“Francisco, do you take—“ There’s an pang in your chest as she says your name, but it’s not a heavy feeling, it’s light and airy as she continues reading from her paper. “To be your lawful wedded partner?”

“I do.”

His thumb sweeps back and forth across the top of your hand, his smile is beaming with elation.

“… do you take Francisco to be your lawful wedding partner?”

“I do.” There’s a slight crack when you say it, emotion fully overtaking your voice.

“… you have come here today on your own free will and declared your love for one and other.”

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you look back at Frankie, your whole body feels like it’s floating on a blissful cloud. He wipes each tear and gently rubs your cheekbone, you lean into his touch.

“You have joined yourselves in matrimony. May you aim all your lives to meet this commitment and celebrate

in each other's company. And now that you have given and pledged your love and have stated so by joining

hands, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of Florida as Deputy Marriage Commissioner, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss.”

And you do. It’s unlike any kiss you have ever experienced before. It’s all-encompassing and heart-stopping, pouring out all the love you have for one another— his lips feel like forever.

Wedded bliss is intoxicating. An indescribable feeling of starting this new chapter together and looking forward to a future where it’s the two of you steadfast in your fidelity and aspirations.

*

Driving straight from the courthouse, you’d both felt slightly over dressed at your favorite restaurant, it’s casual setting a stark contrast from your wedding attire. In the short time together, you’d both become regulars, dining in or takeout had become a weekly occurrence.

Frankie had made the reservation and must have mentioned it was a special occasion because the table is nestled in a corner that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. Lit candles and small arrangement of flowers placed in the center.

You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect post wedding celebration. Indulging in your favorite dishes as you reflect on the day, it all still feeling surreal and fresh. The staff also gifting a slice of cake, a little congratulations on your new marriage.

“How long should we keep it from them? Santi’s going to be pissed when he finds out. I can already see that assholes face.”

You laugh because you know he’s right, but you know he’ll be happy for you both, they all will.

“How about we wait a month. Then we can invite everyone over for dinner, the weather’s been nice too, so maybe we pull out the bbq even and we tell them then. I mean, we made it 6 months engaged and none of them had a single clue. I like the thought of this being between us for a little bit.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” He leans over and looks at you with an almost devilish smirk. “Now, let’s get home so I can get you out of that fucking dress.”

“Mr. Morales, you have quiet the mouth on you.” You tease amusingly.

“Well Mrs. Morales, this mouth also has plans for you this evening.” His tone hushed as he spoke, a wink to seal his response.

You close the space between you, feeling his plush lips against yours. “Then take me home soldier.” Your tongue peeking out, the softest lick to his lips before pulling away and settling back into your chair.

“Can we get the check?!”

*

It was dark by the time Frankie pull the truck into the drive way. The stars like little fireflies lighting the sky and the moon silently vigilant as it settles in for the night.

“Did we leave a light on before we left?” Unbuckling yourself and noticing a faint light illuminating the front room, a slight panic creeping in your eyes.

“Hmm, I thought we turned them all off. Go head on in and check it out, I’m gonna lock up the truck and grab the leftovers.”

Thankfully the door is secured and you don’t see any sign of a break-in or anything out of place, relief washing over you.

Stepping through the threshold into the house you’re met with an unexpected sight. Dozens of white roses on every surface surround the open room, the floor draped in a sea of white petals. Bouquets covering the kitchen island where small candles are lit, the glow you saw from the window, more bouquets as you look into the living room.

You’re completely speechless and in awe of the beauty of the room and you’re so confused trying to figure out where they all came from. Clearly someone did break in? But decorated with flowers and locked up after they left…

Footsteps through the doorway bring your attention back to your surroundings, their presence stopping behind you.

“Frankie? What are all these flowers doing here?”

He doesn’t respond, but you can sense that he’s there. Pulling your eyes away from the flowers you turn to face Frankie, except he’s not level with you when you do so.

There before you is Frankie, your husband, kneeling on one knee looking up at you holding a small box in his hands.

“Frankie?” A wave of shock and elation crash over you in a matter of seconds. “What are you doing?”

“Hermosa… I know you said you didn’t need some big extravagant proposal and seeing as how we just got married just a few hours ago 6 months after meeting, we definitely don’t follow traditions.” His voice is so soft, and his eyes have never looked brighter.

“This is me promising you a future, a life where you are not alone. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to be apart of your life in some capacity and I wanted to make you smile everyday because it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Everyday I wake and think of you and when I sleep I think of you, you consume me with your laughter and your words of encouragement and your ability to live without abandonment.” You gasp as he slowly opens the small box revealing a ring. The design is simple and elegant, a beautiful stone setting with a unique design on a wider gold band.

“Te amo Hermosa. Will you be mine forever?”

You can’t stop the tears that are pouring down your face, you can’t even properly form any words as you nod your head reaching out for him, standing to his full height, placing the ring on your finger.

“I just need to double check that was a yes?”

“Yes! A million times yes!” You laugh through the still streaming tears, swatting at his chest as you look down at your hand, the ring sitting perfectly on your finger.

“How did you manage to get this all set up? It’s beautiful by the way.”

“I enlisted Hannah to help.”

“Hannah knows?!”

“No. No she doesn’t know what it was for exactly. I just said I wanted to surprise you after a dinner with flowers, I didn’t realize she was going to go all out. Remind me to check my credit card later.”

You kiss him, soaking in the moment with him. “I love you Frankie.” You whisper against his lips before you begin kissing him again.

“Wait, there’s one more thing.” He states as he pulls out his phone. “I also had Hannah show me how to use my phone with the speaker, something about blue teeth?”

It takes him a minute to get it connected, but he manages to get it hooked up. Music begins to play, it’s a softer song and you realize it’s one of your favorites. You’ve played it numerous times over the last few months, claiming that the song remind you of yours and Frankie’s love for each other.

“Can I have this dance?” Tossing his phone to the couch and holding his hand out to you.

“Always.”

The song played on as you both held each other, the soft sway of your bodies around the room. The flicker of the candles still adding a touch of light, laughter and kisses exchanged as he spins you about.

This was only the beginning.