˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚↷drew's blue collar hands
warnings ;not proofread sorta... , FLUFFY ! not much else.
notes ; went MIA again i hateeeee uniiii, anyways i hope you enjoy this shoooort drabble. so sorry no angst this time but this is my first drew fic !!
drew comes home smelling like sawdust and sweat, the scent of fresh-cut wood clinging to his clothes. his boots are heavy on the floor, his shoulders tense with the kind of exhaustion that settles deep in the bones. you hear the front door shut, the quiet jingle of his keys landing on the counter, and then—his voice.
“baby?”
you smile before you even turn around. “in here.”
he finds you on the couch, blanket pulled around your shoulders, some show playing in the background that neither of you have been paying attention to. his hair is a mess, pushed back and damp with sweat, and there’s sawdust dusting his forearms, catching in the fine hairs on his skin.
“long day?” you ask as he drops onto the couch beside you, exhaling like he’s been waiting all day to be right here.
“mhmm,” he hums, leaning his head back. “missed you.”
you reach for his hands, rough and calloused, streaked with dirt and remnants of the day’s work. his fingers are strong, capable. you trace along his knuckles, pressing soft kisses to each one, and he watches you with something quiet in his gaze. something warm.
“y’know, i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this,” he murmurs, voice low, like he’s saying it more to himself than to you.
“used to what?”
his lips curve into the softest smile. “comin’ home to you.”
and just like that, the weight of the world slips from his shoulders. because no matter how hard the days get, no matter how sore his hands feel or how much work still waits for him tomorrow, this is what makes it all worth it. you.
( no taglist again unfortunately, when i have time i'll redo it i hope )