summary - you and your boyfriend are corny AF at midnight
pairing - andrew garfield x reader (established relationship)
word count - >1k
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“If we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me?"
You and Andrew were lying in bed together, watching a new true crime documentary. It was past midnight and you had work in a few hours but nothing would stop you from this time with your boyfriend.
Andrew had been working so hard on his new movie recently that you’d barely gotten to see him over the past few weeks.
You hated being that clingy girlfriend who doesn’t want to do anything or go anywhere unless it’s with your boyfriend, but that’s just how it is.
“I don’t know.”
You’re laying back against his front, both of your in pyjamas and underneath the duvet that Andrew insisted on paying extra for.
He claimed you needed the extra comfy one for when he wasn’t here so you wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable.
You didn’t argue.
“You can’t say something stupid like… Mars.” You laughed.
Andrew poked your side at that, making you flinch and laugh. Being ticklish was a curse.
“I wasn’t going to.” He mocked.
“Yeah right. You would’ve made up some celestial shit if I don’t stop you now.” You snickered and you heard him scoff behind you.
He pushed you then.
Making you flop over onto your side of the bed - seeing as you had both decided to sit on top of each other on his side. You were still laughing as you fell over yourself.
Your shirt must have ridden up, because the next thing you knew was Andrew’s hand snaking up your exposed side and tickling you.
“Piss off!!” You screamed, kicking your legs and tangling the duvet cover as you tried to escape him.
“Sorry what?” He teased.
“I swear to…” You let out a belly laugh as he got you on your stomach, “ANDREW! I can’t….”
Two minutes of hell later he stopped, knowing you would actually start to get upset or annoyed if he kept going.
The fun for him was over.. for now.
You rolled from your belly onto your back, your hair a mess now and your clothes twisted on your body.
Andrew was sat beside you and once you’d cleared your vision of hair and sheets you noticed he had his pinky finger stuck out.
Truce.
You two did this when you were settling a debate or an argument. It was admitting defeat or quitting without having to verbalise anything.
You took his pinky in yours and gave it a soft shake.
“All of that because I asked one stupid question.”
You smiled when he came to over you, arm pressed near your head to hold himself up.
He cupped your jaw with his hand, eyes tracing over your face to double check you actually were okay and he didn’t go too far with his tormenting.
“Wasn’t stupid. Y’know I like those kind of questions.”
“Mhm.”
“Just.. didn’t feel like I had an answer that was good enough.”
“I would’ve accepted anything other than Mars - anything spacey - Antarctica or Atlantis.”
“Right, okay.” Andrew chuckled at your answers, knowing they were very far from his true answer. “Think I would’ve just said here, anyways.”
“Here?” You questioned.
“Here. This. This room, this bed. This house and its magnolia coloured walls. This home.”
Your eyes softened as he spoke.
His brown doe eyes stared back at you with a warmth that you could feel in your belly.
“You’re such a sap.” You whispered, even though it was just you two.
