❝ there are seven billion people on this planet, yet you’re the only one for me. ❞
because i'm a sucker for lines like this and have been since my star trek days. but for austin because fluff for the floof puppy of a man
sfw!
note ; oh ally. we need more austin fluff and you delivered with this request. like i just need him to read me some lines from a shakespeare novel or something
warnings ; none this is pure fluff balls
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it’s all warm on this sunday morning, where rain patters on the glass window, thunder softly echoing off in the distance. warm, fuzzy blanket lazily tossed over your entangled naked bodies, warmth radiating from his aura. warm heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings.
you don’t want to get up. in fact, you refuse. it was the first pocket of peace you two had experienced in weeks, a blissful moment that you could relish in when he was apart from you for too long. he was constantly being dragged in different directions, across oceans and lands you never dreamed of going to, but in that moment, he was just yours.
your body curls into the crook of his arm, his light snores not bothering you in the slightest as they normally would. now, they sound like a melancholy harmony that you want on repeat. it’s moments like this, moments where it’s just the two of you, in a room that’s cozy and welcoming, moments where he belongs to only you, that remind you of how much you love him.
your eyes wander up to his features. cotton candy plump lips, nose curved at just the right angle, golden locks messily spilling over his forehead, beauty marks decorating his face as if kissed by an angel.
as if he can feel himself being watched, his eyelids flutter open, his ice-blue eyes painted with the haze of a fresh slumber. his lips almost immediately curl up into a smile at the sight of you peering at him, in his arms. “morning, baby,” his voice is rough, tone timber.
“hi,” you whisper, just enough for him to hear, just enough beyond the sound of the rain falling and the thunder clapping.
“watching me sleep?” he rubs his eyes, a smug grin painted on his face. even this early in the morning, he still manages to make a shit-eating comment. you spare him the dramatics.
“so what if i was?” you tease.
“oh, no, no. don’t worry,” he presses a kiss against your forehead, “i watch you sleep sometimes too.”
“creepy.”
he laughs, a sound that bellows from deep in his stomach into your eardrums. the grip around your body tightens for a moment, “gotta make sure no one hurts you in the middle of the night.”
and you think to yourself, all those times that you stayed up late, reading reviews of austin’s films and downvoting any hate comments. all those times you argued with hateful people on twitter about austin’s acting style. all those times you watched his chest rise and fall, ensuring he was taking adequate breaths. you smile, a soft one, as you realize that you’ve been doing the same. making sure no one hurts him, even when his eyes are closed. you reach out to brush a lock of his hair from his forehead, “you know, aus, there are seven billion people on this planet, but you’re the only one for me.”
he’s not confused by your sudden confession of adoration, just leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “oh, i know. what other man would put up with your snores?”
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