i noticed that darwin is the that one mf i return to for some rest from everything
idk drawing and watching darwizzy videos feeling like therapy and then i’ll go to the hell again (drawing others) letting darwin go and this shi repeats again and again (only two times bra) TS SO FUNNY😭😭😭😭😭😭
A/N: missed writing requests so much!! based on this request. thank you for your patience and sweet words <33
W/C: 1.412
"stop moving, babe. you're messing the parting up.."
you whine, frown forming on your face as your fiancé moves his head again, ruining the braid you were weaving into his long hair.
"lo siento amor. i didn't realize it would get messed up.." darwin apologizes, moving his head when he notices your hands moving away from his hair.
"why did you stop?" he asks, shifting his body so he can face you.
you grasp the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it in annoyance.
"you keep moving.." you scrunch your face up, making a small sound of annoyance.
"i said i'm sorry, cariño. come on, try again, please?" he says, grabbing your hands to squeeze them into his.
it was silly really, but you just wanted to have some peace and quiet in the park with your fiancé.
the season had just ended, and darwin had a couple days off before his international duty started.
with the sun shining this afternoon, he had suggested having a little picnic date in the local park.
you had agreed, obviously- because who wouldn't want to enjoy mother nature and her beauty pre-summer?
"wait, stay here.." darwin suddenly perks up. slipping the birkenstocks you had gotten him recently on and walking away from your little set up on the grass.
a big, comfortable blanket and an ice box for your drinks and snacks.
darwin had carried it all out of the car, of course. because in his words: "why would you carry something heavy, when i'm right here?"
you raise your brows in confusion, pulling your sunglasses off your face to enjoy the sun beaming down onto your face.
living in england for the past few years meant limited sun exposure, so you'd be crazy not to enjoy the sun when it was out.
you look to your side when you hear the rustling of grass, making immediate eye contact with your fiancé. cheeky expression on his face as he holds his right hand behind his back.
"what's that?" you ask curiously, smile pulling at your lips.
"my apology gift.” he states, stepping closer and sitting next to you on the checkered blanket.
"show me.." you urge, moving to sit on your legs in anticipation.
he nods, grin on his face, when he pulls a mini bouquet from behind his back. consisting of little dandelions and violas plucked from the bushes and grass in the park.
it’s a huge contrast from the huge, colorful bouquet he’d give you or send you when he was gone for work. you could never get enough of the pretty and delicate arrangements of flowers he’d choose specifically for you.
you chuckle at his gesture and cuteness, grabbing the petite bouquet of wildflowers from his outstretched arm.
"you're so cute, baby. apology accepted.." you cave in, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips.
you pull back, squealing when you get tackled onto the soft blanket by darwin.
his body hovers over yours in a second, and you look up when he chuckles.
"you're definitely the cuter one here, cariño.." he dips his head down to trail kisses down your neck and collarbone, making you gasp in surprise.
the kisses were usually welcome, but definitely not in the middle of this public park.
you bring your hands up to stop him, his luscious, untied hair falling in front of his face and tickling your skin.
"what? i can't love on my own fiancée now?" he smirks, feeling your hands tangle into his brown hair.
"your hair is tickling me.." you protest, feeling his hands move around your back to help you sit up again.
"braid it then, please amor..." he asks, eyes twinkling as he looks at you. beaming sun, almost making his hair look a reddish brown.
"i won't move this time, promise." he adds, turning away from you, so he's sitting right in between your legs.
"you promised." you remind, hands reaching up to rake your fingers through his soft hair. the smell of his shampoo and conditioner still present from the shower earlier that morning.
"where is your hair tie?" you ask, looking around for the black elastic. even if darwin had an entire drawer full of them, you'd bet he'd lose them all within the span of one week.
"here.." he says, slipping the tie off his wrist and handing it to you.
"surprised you didn't lose it picking flowers for me.." you tease, parting his hair neatly into three sections, making sure there are no fly-aways before pulling each strand over the other.
you can hear him hum in relaxation, knowing he absolutely loved it when you ran your fingers through his hair.
after a particularly hard day or intense match, you'd always help him calm down from the day's activities with hair care.
it was a great way to bond with each other, both in figuring out what worked for his hair and basking in the calm after the storm.
"your hair has grown a lot since the last time you cut it.." you say, tangling your fingers into the strands and finally pulling the hairtie off your wrist. tying the end of the braid neatly and tightly so your work won't come undone easily.
"i know, but i like it long.."
his reason? you being able to play with his hair, of course.
"if you like it, you should keep it this way, baby." you reassure, moving your hand to smooth out the braid, and the ends of it. your engagement ring glimmering in the sunshine.
your eyes flicker to the wildflowers he'd plucked minutes ago. getting a little idea, you grab one of the flowers. beginning to poke the small stems through the single braid.
"what are you doing, amor?" darwin questions, wondering why it's taking you longer than usual.
"just a second.." you murmur, smiling to yourself when you place the last yellow dandelion into the braid.
"tada!" you lift your hands up, smiling brightly at your work.
"what? i want to see.." your fiancé whines, comically turning like he's going to be able to see what you did to his hair.
"let me take a picture." you say, grabbing your phone off the blanket next to you and snapping a picture. making sure you get a good shot of all the flowers neatly placed in his hair.
"look.." you chuckle, moving to sit on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck. pressing your chest against his back and placing your chin on his shoulder as you show him the photo.
you raise your brow, having difficulty holding back your smile as you watch his face scrunch in happiness.
"the flowers- you made it all pretty, cariño. thank you.."
you let go of him, seeing him turn around, so he can face you again. you feel him press a tender kiss on your temple, feeling warm and giddy inside.
he wraps his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to his body.
"do you still want those strawberries i packed?" he questions, reaching over to open the blue cool box when you nod eagerly.
"they're perfectly ripe this time.." he comments, opening the tuperware and poking a fork through a sweet strawberry.
"i got them at the farmers market. they looked delicious." you say, opening your mouth, so he can feed you the sweet fruit.
"it's good. try one baby." you convince him with a full mouth, watching him try one as well.
he hums at the taste, nodding in agreement, before placing the fork down.
"it is good, very sweet- but not sweeter than you, amor.."
you roll your eyes at the corny tease, though a grin shows up on your face.
"i'm not, but can you give me another one, please?" you ask, mouth open, ready for another yummy strawberry.
"in denial? why don't we pack up and go home so i can show you?"
you almost choke on your spit, squinting at him as the sun shines directly into your eyes. his eyes widen in surprise at your sudden fit of coughing, making him pat your back quickly.
"I'm fine, but.." you begin, smirk pulling at your lips when you start to tease him back.
"will you carry everything back to the car again?"
"is that really a question?"
he’ll pack everything up in a matter of seconds if it meant that he could get home and give you all of his love, and you knew that..
