( @troubledtm. ) -- sc. / micah.
you could not pay frankie to get out of bed today. to him , it seems like the worst idea to ever come to mind. he’s cold , he’s tired , and he feels like absolute garbage. like , on fire garbage. on fire garbage twice ran over , or some shit like that. he groans as he stirs , shifting to bury his face in his husband’s stomach. ❝ i’on need’a move. neither d’you. we live in this bed now , permanently. SOUND GOOD ? ❞










