omg fluff friday… dennis doing yard work or whatever and he’s all sweaty n gross and robby goes out to give him a glass of lemonade and he gets flustered despite being a fiftysomething year old man and not, like, a college kid looking at the hot neighbour. but dennis looks sooooo pretty all flushed from the sun and a tan line by his shoulder and he’s saying something to robby but robby has no idea what the fuck it is because he just really wants to kiss dennis, man, his nice boyfriend is doing all this work for him and robby really wants to kiss him. cue dennis being like “? robby? are you okay? do you smell toast”
of course jack is watching from the window laughing his ass off and does not give robby a single moment’s peace when he comes inside
Robby and Jack doing rock paper scissors on who gets to take him a drink. Only for Robby to immediately fumble whatever plan he had. He thinks he was going to try and kiss Dennis. Maybe it was going to be a few inappropriate touches.
Not anymore. Now he’s just staring at how the sweat makes Dennis glisten and how his curls have gotten tighter with the heat and there’s even a few freckles peeking out from his time in the sun.
God Dennis is just so pretty.
“You missed a spot over there” is what Robby manages to get out pointing at a perfectly even line of cut grass.
Leading to Jack throwing his hands up in the air “Jesus we were going to fuck him now he’s going to be busy for another two hours. Great going dumbass next time just stay inside”
Summary: When on vacation with your boyfriend, things are great, the drinks, the sex, and the pool. What wasn't great, was the sunburn? But you're dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age! He’ll take good care of you!
A/N: As someone who lives in the desert, this happens a lot. My S.O was sweet enough to rub aloe on me last week, thus my muse!
“Oooh fuck me.” You whine, shuffling into the bathroom. “Fuuuuck me.”
Satoru is right behind you, towel wrapped around his neck, sunglasses pushing his bangs out of his face. “I told you to put on sunscreen! But nooo, somebody stayed by the pool because someone wanted to live, laugh, and work on her tan.”
Your boyfriend was right; you had said those exact words to him earlier that day. When he specifically tried to get you to put more sunscreen on. You had a shirt for him and that you were fine. The sunscreen you put on four hours prior was waterproof, as you floated in a donut.
But the sunscreen had to be reapplied every four hours. If you had taken the time to read the bottle, you think you would know. You really should have listened to your boyfriend. But you were so excited that summer was just around the corner; the only sound you wanted to listen to was the sound of margaritas being made and beach balls bouncing.
If your skin ever felt like skin again, you would listen to whatever the sunscreen bottle and your boyfriend told you to do.
Your skin was so burnt it wasn’t even funny. It was painful and hot; it hurt to move with every step you took towards the shower. Satoru winced, watching as you whimpered, stepping out of your swimsuit and turning the water to a lukewarm temperature.
You don’t even have a chance to step in as arms gently wrap around you. Satoru intended it to be a comforting gesture. Instead, it had you jolting in pain as the cloth of your boyfriend's jacket rubbed against your burnt, sensitive skin. Your yelp had him pulling back, arms held out in front of him.
“F-Fuck baby! I’m sorry!”
“N-no, it’s okay, it’s fine, I-I’m just going to sit here and suffer for all eternity.” Satoru doesn’t say anything as you step into the water. You try to hold back the cries of pain that threaten to pass through your lips, but Gojo can still hear them. The tiny, pained whines have him wincing along with you. He hated seeing you in pain and regretted not making you put on more sunscreen. If he had been more stern with you, then maybe he wouldn’t be in the position that you are right now. But it wasn’t like he could go back in time. You had neglected to put on more sunscreen, and he had failed to pin you down on the pool deck and rub it all over your stupidly cute face. He could not go back in time to change the outcome.
There was, however, one thing he could do.
“Hey, I’m going to step out for a little bit. I need to run to the store in the lobby and grab a couple of things. Are you going to be okay?”
A pained yes is all he hears before you slowly sink to the shower floor, allowing the cold water to run over your burnt skin. Gojo wastes no time; the second who knew you would be okay on your own for a bit, he was bolting out of your hotel room and running down to the hotel store.
You shower to your best abilities without being in excruciating pain. Skipping on the rag and the loofah, you gently wash your body with your hands, which still hurts. You made a vow to yourself with the showerhead that you would never forget to reapply your sunscreen again. Even if you were to fail, your boyfriend wouldn’t.
For the time being, the only thing you could do was try to relax, even though it felt like you wanted to peel your skin off of your body. After your shower, you shuffle back into the main room, collapsing onto the bed, bare butt naked, enjoying the cool crisp sheets underneath you. Between your still-wet skin and the air conditioning, You felt some form of comfort as the hotel room door opened.
At first, you jumped, searching for anything to cover your skin, but quickly, the door shut a second later, and you heard the wrinkling of a plastic bag heading further into the room. “Toru?” You call down gently, lifting your head to search for your boyfriend.
“It’s me; you weren’t doing anything naughty, were you?” he teases, even though he knew the only thing you could do was cry in pain from the sunburn that covered most of your body. Having sex like this was out of the question.
“If by naughty you mean laying my naked ass on our bed, then yes, I am being naughty.”
You can hear his running footsteps just before his shadow spreads on the bed before you. For a second, you think that he’s going to wolf whistle or fist pump or even make some crude comment about how sexy you look naked on his bed, and he didn’t even have to ask you to do anything. Instead of crude comments, the bed dips under his weight as he flops near you.
One second, you're lying there in silence, and the next second, a cold jelly-like substance is squeezed on your back. Said jelly instantly eases the burn on your back, making you moan softly as Satoru’s hands gently rub the cooling, earthy-smelling liquid over your irritated skin. The contrast of cool against your burning skin felt magical. The pain subsided from a persistent throbbing or a mild sting.
“Mmm, Toru, that feels good~” You smile happily, “Thank you, baby.”
“You're welcome, sweetheart. Just remember this moment when I'm lathering sunscreen on you from now on.”
You scoff as Satoru rolls you onto your back so he can rub aloe vera over the front of your body. “Oh please, you think I’m ever going to get this burnt again?”
“You won't once I lather you up in sunscreen.”
“I just wanted to get a little tanner to give off goddess vibes.”
“Babe, you already do that.” The way your eyes widen and glimmer at his words makes Satoru fight the urge to pat himself on the back. “My sunburnt goddess.” He admires the lighter skin tones from where your swimsuit was to the darker tones of your sunburn. God, your skin was so pretty, even when it was burnt.
“Oh, haha, asshole. Sunburnt Goddess, my ass.”
“It's true; allow me to lather you in aloe vera and fan you with a palm tree leaf.”
You rub your face against the sheets. “But of course, my devote ivory follower~”
“Heeey, why am I the ivory follower?”
“Have you seen your pasty ass?”
Your boyfriend's hands stop their treading as he sputters in shock. “Pasty ass?! Pasty!?” You laugh out loud, lifting your head to look up at him. “I do not have a pasty ass!”
“I'm sure the astronauts in the space station can see your pasty ass when you're naked,” Gojo grumbles, digging in the bag and opening something. “The aliens can see your glorious ass from galaxies away. The honored one's ass, the strongest ass of the modern age.” Gojo perks up with a smirk, nodding as he slaps a cool patch on your forehead.
“Keep going, sweetheart~ I'm almost there~.”
You don't get any further as Gojo grabs one of his oversized t-shirts and carefully slips it on you. “Thank you, Satoru, for taking such good care of me, Satoru.” Your boyfriend grins, eyes shutting as he lies down next to you, teaching into his bag, handing you a popsicle.
“You're welcome, sweetheart.”
You both lick at your popsicles in the cool air of the hotel room. When a single thought crosses your eyes, wander over your boyfriend's exquisite body. “Hey Toru?” the man is sucking down on his popsicle like he was giving it the gluck-gluck-five thousand.
“Yeah?”
“Can you get sunburned with infinity?”
“Huh,” he blinked slowly, “I mean, the special grade curse Jogo didn't burn me—so I'm assuming not. Just another benefit of being the honored one.”
“The honored one with a pasty ass.” A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as Satoru chokes on his sugary treat.
She doesn't realize she's been holding her breath until she sees him at the altar.
It isn't that she thought he might not be there; no, there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd voluntarily be someplace else. But a part of her had anticipated one last obstacle. A car accident, even a case. Because even though she's off for the next two weeks, she wouldn't completely dismiss the possibility of being pulled into some major case.
Luckily, nothing went wrong. Rick got to the house, marriage license in hand, and now she's standing in front of him, her hands in his, barely registering the officiant's opening remarks.
Somehow they both make it through their vows without completely losing it, although seeing her wedding band fit so perfectly with her engagement ring almost does it. But she manages to remember her vows, and in a move that is so completely them, his are almost identical to hers, even though they worked on them separately.
Shared brain thing, indeed.
Before she knows it, they're pronounced husband and wife, and she cups his cheek and presses her smile to his.
Fluffy Friday with King!John. He is back from „deployment“ - he was away negotiating a conflict on the border or in other kingdom honouring their alliance - whatever. And now he is back, meet with small celebration. His Queen is proper, greets him with courtesy and politeness. But once they are in the privacy of their chambers, John snaps - she is there with him, warm, beautiful and soft. Their feelings for each other just started to blossom, something more than just a duty and John can’t resist. He will have whatever affection she gives him - is it a kiss? Is it a hug? Is it something more intimate? Doesn’t matter. He will have anything she gives him 🥰
The sight of the castle walls encroaching upon the landscape give not just him a bout of hopeful energy but the two knights he had dragged with him. The heaviness of the burden laid upon him to secure the border and reconfirm alliances had been a long campaign. It was no easy decision to not only leave his Queen behind but to pull the two most loyal knights he had out of retirement. The long standing time away from their wives had taken a burden on all of them, and it wasn’t just John who was eager to return.
Though the two knights had left him behind only a half hour before to head to their estate, John had pressed on. He kept pushing until his loyal mount could be taken to the stables and cared for, taken into protective rest like his horse so desperately earned. With the steed taken to rest, John had followed a path toward the castle, being welcomed by a celebratory event to welcome him home.
His Queen, his darling wife, welcomed him with a tender exchange and a kiss—one that was dignified like she always presented herself to be. John had sat beside her at the head table discussing the events that transpired when he was gone, while feasting on roasted duck and mead. The flavours were subdued on his tongue compared to the real desire he had been quelling, forced to save the proper welcome for the quiet hours of the night.
He was growing impatient, tired of the conversations around him when all he wanted to do was be with his wife. The Queen, beautiful and elegant as she was, smart and intuitive, had the sense to end their celebration early. While concisely telling the guests to enjoy themselves while the King took rest and recovered from the long period spent away from the kingdom. As she led John away from the dining hall toward the private wings allotted only to them, he had passed some of the guards who were instructed to keep everyone and everything away.
And finally, as the door was shut behind them, he had felt true peace.
“I missed you,” John slipped an arm around the Queen’s waist to hold her close to his body, to feel her pressed against him, “my wife.”
He nestled his nose into her hair to breathe in her scent, to surround himself with that fair perfume she had been gifted by him almost 6 months ago. John’s hands slipped down her waist and back up again, his calloused hands and fingers feeling every line, curve and ridge of his wife that he could. There was an irrevocable need to feel his Queen, to feel his wife that he had longed for so many days, weeks and months.
“Here,” she pulled away and grabbed his hand and John had watched her with nothing short of complete adoration as his Queen led him to the baths, “I asked my new maid to prepare for you.”
John followed. He would always follow his Queen, and had no qualms about the level of affection he had showed. The Queen was his, and he was the Queen’s. He made it no secret that she was his entire wold, that she was the sun and moon and stars that he loved to bask under.
“I missed you.” Soft words exchanged while she stood before him and removed the pieces of clothing blocking his bare skin from her. John was observant with heavy lidded eyes that conveyed only a small manner of the great love he felt for her. “I missed sleeping with you.”
“My love,” John’s hands rest upon her, thumb stroking the flesh of her cheek in small circles, “I wish I was back sooner.”
When his Queen had stripped him naked, bared before her, John felt the soft caress of her lips against him. The feeling of her tender kisses against his chest was enticing, and the depth of love he had felt for her had only skyrocketed. There was no limit to the amount of tender care he would adorn her with, no shortage of affection he could ever spare her.
“You have my heart and soul.” John would whisper into the quietude of the private baths while his Queen perched behind him, running her hands over his shoulders and chest. Her fingers were massaging his sore muscles, her lips trailing a path against his neck that only she could plan out. John felt himself melting into the touch of the one that he loved, the one that he would fight and die to protect. “You are my life.”
“You are mine.” She would whisper into his ear, crooning softly when John closed his eyes and leaned back against her.
for fluffy friday do u think u could write a fic where hobie takes u to an appointment while pregnant with the twins to find out the gender (obvi hobie is rooting hard for a girl) not knowing ur having twins and thennnn surprise!!!
Aahhhh I love this prompt sm 🫶 thank you!!
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, reader is pregnant, Billie and Ramona au, dad! Hobie, FLUFF.
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You lay on an elevated cot, back straight as you anxiously wait for the doctor to do the ultrasound. Hobie looks cool as ever, save for him tapping his boot relentlessly on the linoleum floor of the hospital.
You look at Hobie, he gestures for you to exhale deeply. You follow his instructions. He nods, squeezing your hands as they lay on top of your growing stomach. Anxiety bubbles in your gut, you don't know if it's just because you're pregnant or you're worried what the doctor will find on the ultrasound. It's your first time getting it since finding out you're having a baby, add it with the fact that you'll be finding out the sex of the baby, it's safe to say you're properly worried.
"What do you think the baby will be?" Hobie cuts the silence in an attempt to ease your anxiety. He secretly hopes for a girl that's a perfect mix of you both with a carbon copy smile from you.
"Don't know as long as the baby's not a spider hybrid having eight arms, I'm good" you gnaw at your bottom lip.
He rubs your lips to prevent you biting it till you bleed. "The baby won't have eight arms" he reassures, you smile appreciatively at him. "They'll have eight eyes and organic webs"
"Hobie!" You slap his arm weakly.
"I'll love them the same, lovey. I'm sure they'll look cute with eight eyes"
"Not funny" you pout, blaming your pregnancy hormones with how your leg bounces against the bed.
"It'll be fine, yeah?" He places his hip right next to the cot to get closer to you. Hand placed lovingly over your stomach, tracing the circular pattern on your maternity blouse. "Doctor won't find anything wrong with you or the baby" Hobie's last comment was more of a reassurance for him, he keeps telling himself that everytime he goes out on patrol, repeating it like a mantra in his head, keeping him afloat.
The doctor knocks, she peeks inside with a polite smile. "Hi Mum, are you and dad ready?" Hobie has never heard someone else call him that title except for you occasionally, his stomach somersaults.
"Hi, doc. Please start, I'm dying out here" you joke that has Hobie snickering in agreement.
The doctor prepares the device, putting on some kind of jelly on the ultrasound wand. She wheels it closer, prompting Hobie to leave your side for a brief second. You reach out to him instinctively, he circles around the machine to get to you as fast as he can.
Back to your side, Hobie clasps your hand again.
"Excuse me, Mr. Brown" the doctor moves closer to you. Hobie raises a brow, you stop a laugh from escaping with your palm. He sees the smile on your eyes, he makes a face that says: do I look like a Mr. Brown?
You let out a snort, already embarrassed at the sound you made. Hobie smiles widely at your reaction while the doctor lifts up your shirt with your permission.
"Inhale deeply for me momma" she instructs.
You follow, cold jelly hits your skin that makes you shiver. Squeezing Hobie's hand tighter. He blames your unusual pregnancy strength with how his knuckles are aching from your tight hold. He can't imagine how strong your grip will be when you actually give birth.
Faint heartbeat hits your ears, you already know whose heart it is. The doctor swivels the ultrasound closer so you could see the screen. Even though the picture is grainy and grey, your heart soars at the first picture of your baby.
"Look at her" Hobie says in amazement, the low quality picture shows the outline of your baby moving around in your belly.
You look in awe, sparing Hobie a glance, you're glad you did because of the rare expression on his face. It's awe and love mixed together, your eyes are glossy at the sight. You knead his palm with your finger nail affectionately since you probably can't form a coherent sentence right now.
"Dad's right." The doctor looks at you both with a smile, "you've got a little girl. Congratulations"
You chuckle breathlessly while Hobie kisses each of your knuckles. He asks for your sakes, judging by how you look like you're about to burst into tears, he concludes you won't even remember to ask the question.
"Is she okay? Healthy? Only have two eyes and a human nose?"
The doctor laughs at his joke, while tears stop spilling from your eyes for a second.
"Seems everything's fine– wait" the doctor stops in her tracks, squinting at the grainy picture, moving the wand all over your stomach.
"What do you mean wait?" Your heart leaps at your chest, Hobie stops you from sitting up with his hand, massaging the skin right under your collar bone. "Is she okay?" Your face snaps towards Hobie. "Hobie?" He sees desperation on your face, the last he ever wanted to see.
"Oh"
"Oh? Doc don't keep it a secret" Hobie sounds angrier with every word he utters.
"There's two babies" she answers quickly.
"What?!" You and Hobie yell simultaneously. Fear evaporates from your body, replaced with something you can't quite name.
Then he hears it, a second heartbeat.
"Yeah," the doctor nods with a smile. She moves the wand further down to show you. "And she's quite shy"
Your eyes are glued on the screen, sure enough, another figure moves right behind the first outline. You gasp in astonishment. She hides with her miniscule movement behind her sister, but you can clearly see her now with her knuckles closed tightly in a fist.
More tears flow out of your eyes, you're sobbing right in front of your doctor. She holds out a box of tissues, you thank her with a wet smile.
Hobie hasn't moved since he spotted and heard his second daughter. Like a statue, his eyes never left the screen. Flabbergasted, his heart feels like escaping his chest.
"Hobie" you call out to him through tears. "We're having twins" you can't believe it yourself, sliding your hand to his elbow to get his attention.
"Girls," he says in awe, "we're havin' girls" Hobie doesn't spare a second to press a chaste kiss over your forehead. You hum in happiness. His hand drops to the side of your stomach, imagining he's holding his girls' hands.
He hesitates at the threshold to his bedroom - their bedroom - watching her. Although she'd left her coat and the impossibly tall boots she'd worn all day in the closet by the front door when they got home, she hasn't yet shed the rest of her armor, instead floating through the main areas of the loft in her jeans and her cream turtleneck for the evening. She hasn't been in their room at all as far as he can tell.
Until now.
And now Kate stands in her socked feet, staring at their bed with her lip pulled between her teeth. There's a tightness around her eyes that makes him wince, an exhaustion he hates seeing from his partner. After a moment, she sighs, runs a hand through her hair, and steps over to her side of the bed and starts tugging at the covers. Not with the intention of sliding into bed, but to strip the linens from the mattress.
A glimpse of red, already dark and browning with oxidation, reminds him why she can't just climb into bed and surrender to a restful night's sleep. He slips forward at that, joining her at the head of the bed on his side.
"Are you mad?" he asks as they work in an almost choreographed tandem, stripping the pillows and the duvet while she untucks the sheets and bundles them, carefully avoiding the blood - his father's blood - on her side.
"Well, I did like these sheets," she says, dry and contained. It's exactly the response that tells him she is angry, even if she doesn't quite realize it yet.
"That's… that's not what I mean. Are you angry about… my dad?"
Her face twitches just a bit and she sighs. "I'm frustrated that you kept it from me," she admits after a beat. "You had this entire experience in Paris last year and not only did you shut me out then, you continued to do it until now, until this case - until you had absolutely no choice but to bring me in on the family secret. Would you have even told me about him had I not stumbled upon him bleeding on my side of the bed with your mother tending to him?"
He opens his mouth to reply, to defend his decision not to tell her a year ago when Alexis was kidnapped and then to continue to hold that secret until just a few days ago, but sound doesn't make its way past his lips. Her fingers clench against the bundle of sheets and he moves to take them from her; though he's not sure if they are salvageable, he'll send them to the cleaners to have professionals try.
At first it doesn't seem like she's going to give up the linens, but when she does, she speaks again as well, "For years, you made it your mission to turn my life into an open book for you, whether I wanted it to be or not, but you're happy to stay locked up tight, to be a volume that's just high enough on a shelf to be considered off-limits, so nobody will try to read it."
"That's not-" Is it? He's not locked up tight; he shares plenty - doesn't he?
She licks her lips, running a hand through her hair before adding, "I'm trying. I'm trying to read it- you. I want to read you, as strange as it sounds to say out loud like that. You told me earlier tonight that you realized he's not family; that I am. So, start acting like it, Rick. Talk to me - tell me things."
"You don't need to be off-limits anymore," she adds, lifting a shoulder quickly as if it will distract from how deeply she feels about this subject.
Taking a deep breath, he leans over to drop the sheets on the floor near their bedroom door. It's not a perfect solution (and a little bit gross if he thinks too hard about it - he'll make sure to clean the hardwood, too), but he needs his hands free to reach for her and draw her into his chest.
Beckett sighs, relaxing into his embrace and slipping her arms around his waist. Her breath skims across his neck and he feels her sink deeper against him.
"I think… more than anything, I think it hurt my feelings," she admits into his skin. "Being left out like that."
His hands flex against her back, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm sorry. That was… it was never… I'm sorry."
She nods after a moment, accepting his fumbled apology. "I know. And I know that was how you felt with the AG job and the interview."
Castle brushes his fingers through the ends of her hair, contemplating her words. They'd done the same thing to each other - unknowingly and unwittingly, but they had.
"Kate-"
Her lips brush his jaw, cutting off whatever it is he'd been about to say (though he's not entirely sure what it had been, beyond another apology, maybe even an assurance that he hadn't been trying to even the score or something like that).
"I know, Rick. I know it's not some kind of tit for tat. But…tell me now?" she asks, lifting a hand to cup the back of his neck. "While we make the bed?"
He nods, resting his cheek against her forehead. "Okay. But I warn you, it might give you more information about my mother's sex life than you ever want to know."
Kate laughs, giving his neck a squeeze. "I think I can handle it. I do sort of live with her now, you know."
Castle touches his lips to her hairline. "And you know what she's like."
"Oh hush, she's not that bad." Kate steps back, reaching for a bottle of disinfectant that he takes and sprays for her.
"Now. Imagine back then."
Kate hands him a rag to swipe over the mattress as well. There aren't any visible stains, thankfully, but he's not going to argue with her directions.
"I don't need to imagine," she says, rubbing a hand down his back. "Because you can tell me."
Her lips dust the back of his neck, the gesture soft and relaxing; it's not an interrogation, she just wants to know, wants to listen. So, he talks, telling her his mother's side of the story from when he was growing up, weaving it into the tale of the harrowing days when Alexis was missing and his father's daring rescue in Paris.
When that story concludes, all it takes is a soft look from her and a squeeze of her hand on his forearm for him to offer up everything else that's been on his mind since they caught their most recent case.
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Long time, no see! It's been a time recently, and putting words to paper has been difficult, but I was able to finish this yesterday so I figured I would offer it to the world today. Thanks for reading.
You and Noah have been together for 2 years but now you're slowly drifting apart for various reasons 🥺 He's always on tour or in the studio, he forgets your birthday and anniversary, when he's home he's tired and quiet, etc etc... Well, on the day of your 3rd anniversary he surprises you with a song he wrote (the acoustic version of Just Pretend). He's always loved you even if he isn't good at expressing it, so he thought the song would be the best way. Fluffy hugs and cuddles after the song and maybe a proposal??
I loove a good flangst. I got a little carried away with this one.
Questioning if Noah still loved you after almost 3 years wasn't on your bingo card for 2024.
You knew he was busy for the most part of the year, so you always tried to work around his schedule and he always helped you out.
But in the past weeks you felt a shift in your relantionship.
You noticed he secluded himself in his studio for longer than normal.
Because of that he is more tired and when he gets home he doesn't give you the attention he usually did. Now he just showers and goes to bed.
You could probably count on one hand the words you exchanged with each other during the day.
And today wasn't any different. You get home tired from work, and decided to just take a bath and make something simple for you to eat.
You knew Noah wasn't going to be home before you hit the pillow anyway. You weren't going to wait up just to have yet another awkward conversation.
You went up to your bedroom, dropped your phone on the nighstand, grabbed your favorite candle and went to have your bath.
You didn't hear the front door opening and Noah ascending the stairs to your bedroom. He could smell your candle burning and decided to not disturb you, figuring you had a bad day at work.
While he was changing into some comfy clothes, he heard your phone ping a couple of times.
He knew he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help but take a peek. He saw your best friend's name on the screen and a text that shattered his heart.
I'm sorry you're feeling this way, honey. Why don't you ask him if his feelings have changed in these years?
As he finished reading, another one came through.
I'm sure he has an explanation for having been treating you this way.
You think he doesn't love you anymore. And as he thinks to the past couple of weeks, he doesn't blame you.
He walks over to the closet and picks up the ring box he has hiding in there along with his work laptop.
As you finish your bath and get yourself dressed, you go downstairs to make yourself some dinner.
You see Noah sitting on the living room couch, doing something in his laptop.
Great, now he is bringing work home too, you think.
"Hey, why don't you sit down with me? I need to talk to you", he tells you, a nervousness in his voice.
"Before I say anything, I need to show you something. It's a song I've been working on and it means a lot to me that you listen to it"
You nod and a few seconds later the soft strumming of a guitar fills the living room.
Noah's voice is unlike anything you've ever heard from him in a song. You can hear the emotion and vulnerability and it brings tears to your eyes.
Somehow you know he is singing this to you, and your confirmation comes when he stands up from the couch and kneels in the carpet right before you.
"I know I haven't been a good boyfriend latetly. Truth is, after buying this ring for you, my head went down a rabbit hole, with thoughts of losing you and not being a good enough partner that I turned into that without even realizing it. I made you doubt my love for you and that is something I never want to do again. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and appreciate you, if you would let me. So, will you marry me?"
To say you were in shock was an understatement. You honestly thought he was breaking up with you when he said he needed to talk.
You found yourself nodding and saying yes over and over again. Kneeling with him and engulfing him in your arms.
"Whenever you feel that way, I need you to tell me, because we're gonna work through this together. You don't have to feel caged in inside your own mind, okay?"
After a few seconds, he pulled away and slipped the ring in your finger, and you stayed there, feeling the love you have for each other.
happy fluffy friday my wife!!🪻been thinking about your pug babies and wishing our doggie children could be friends :(
anyways, hope you have a great weekend!! 💌
Another week passed already?!😭
Anyway, so that's funny because I've been thinking about that too! I feel like they'd have so much fun together.
But enough about my puggy babies. Reblog this with a picture of your doggy children! They are too precious to keep from the world! Others should know of their glorious existence!
