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today's mini fella is lsw!4c
happy birthday to the best most wonderful amazing mcyt eva
does he realise Iâll be using this photo every time something vaguely good happens to mclaren
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sound asleep
squiddo duo no 4-LEAPFISH DUO
âYouâre as bright as the sun.â
happy pride month! remember you are always loved :))
0105 shippers BLOCK MEEEE
i understand we are free to do and think whatever we want BUT what we are not about to do and what i will never tolerate is someone shipping a pair when the youngest was FUCKING 14 AT LEAST when they met
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couplecraft!!
POINT AND LAUGHHHHH
i shouldnât laugh. but i did.
I JUST STARTED CRYING AT AN EDIT OF JOEL AND LIZZIE
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IâM HAVING A VISION
how it feels to be the ugliest, fattest, least funny, and boring friend in the friend group
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The apartment is quiet when Anton slips in, the soft click of the door lock followed by the shuffle of his shoes. It's late â much later than he wanted â but rehearsals ran long and no one had the heart to leave until everything was perfect. Still, he hates being away from you for this long.
He drops his bag gently by the door and heads toward the faint blue light coming from the living room.
You're there, curled up on the couch, one leg tossed over a pillow, the other peeking out from beneath the hem of hisoversized shirt â a shirt that hangs off your frame like a blanket. The TV is still playing Ginny & Georgia â of all things â and the remote is loosely gripped in your hand, thumb resting just beside the volume button.
Anton smiles.
You mustâve tried to wait for him.
He pads over and crouches beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your cheek. Your face is relaxed, lips parted slightly in your sleep. The kind of sleep where nothing could wake you.
Gently, he slips an arm beneath your knees and the other around your shoulders, lifting you bridal style. You stir a little, nose scrunching as you unconsciously curl against him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.
His heart melts.
âOf course you're cuddly now,â he mumbles with a grin, carrying you to the bedroom.
He lays you down carefully, but before he can even pull away, your hand tugs weakly at his shirt.
âNoâstay.â
He chuckles softly. âBaby, I need to shower. I smell like a gym.â
âDonât care,â you mumble, eyes still shut. âSmell like⊠Anton.â
âI donât even know if thatâs a compliment,â he says, amused. But he presses a kiss to your forehead anyway, lingering for a second longer than necessary.
You let go, eventually, and Anton slips into the bathroom.
The sound of water running fills the apartment. You drift in and out of sleep, only properly waking when you hear the door click open and the faint whirr of a blow dryer. You peek through barely opened eyes.
Heâs standing in front of the mirror, towel around his waist, head bowed slightly as he runs his fingers through his damp hair while drying it. The muscles in his back shift with each movement, and even in your sleepy haze, you canât help but admire the view.
Without a word, you stand and pad across the room. He doesn't notice you until your arms snake around his waist from behind and your cheek presses into his back.
He stills.
Then: âWhy are you awake?â His voice is quieter now, low and sweet, like itâs reserved just for you.
You smirk against his skin. âGod forbid a girl misses her boyfriend.â
Anton lets out a breathy laugh. He turns the dryer off, setting it on the counter.
He twists in your hold, turning to face you. Your arms stay wrapped around him loosely, and he dips his head until your foreheads touch.
âStill sleepy?â he murmurs.
You nod. âMhm.â
âBut not too sleepy to sneak up on me in my towel?â
You smirk. âMaybe I like what I see.â
He raises an eyebrow. âOh? Should I dry my hair more often, then?â
You giggle, fingers tracing the edge of the towel just to mess with him. âYouâre so cocky.â
âAnd yet,â he leans in, brushing your nose with his, âyouâre wearing my shirt. Again.â
âItâs comfortable.â
âItâs mine.â
âAnd Iâm yours,â you counter, eyes twinkling.
He kisses you then â soft, slow, like heâs been waiting for this all day. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs brushing the skin above your shorts, and when he pulls away, you chase his lips instinctively.
âI missed you,â you whisper against his mouth.
âI missed you more,â he says, voice almost a sigh. âCome back to bed with me?â
You nod, eyes fluttering. âOnly if you carry me again.â
He laughs, shaking his head, but he lifts you easily. âSpoiled.â
You nuzzle into his chest, a content smile on your face. âYours.â