Dec 26, 2015
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arzaylea: you won't take me there so i'll take myself. clearly. independent ass internet influencer.
✨merry christmas & happy holidays ✨
dingy mustard bathroom
1 with michael? i love your blog so much im so excited for these😍😍
001: “You’re really soft.” // 004: “Is it possible to love too much?” (insp.)
“You locked the door, right?” you mumbled into the fluffy duvet pulled over your body and held tightly beneath your chin, blinking blearily at your boyfriend as he shucked off his shirt.
“’Course, baby,” Michael answered you, stumbling the slightest bit as he yanked his jeans off his legs and rolling his eyes fondly at the giggle of yours that followed. “Shut up,” he snorted, lifting the covers and laughing at the whine that fell from your lips at the cold rush of air before crawling into bed beside you, sighing contentedly after he fluffed his pillow and plopped his head down square in the center.
After a few seconds of silence, Michael turned to face you, his eyes finding yours already staring at him with a glimmer of amusement shining in them. “What?” he implored, his nose scrunching.
“Mm, nothing,” you replied, smiling at him before trailing your hand in the space between your bodies and following the warmth of his body beneath the covers until your fingers lightly brushed the smooth skin of his side. Lightly laughing at the reaction Michael had to your abrupt touch, a slight jump that caused his stomach to clench, you lazily continued your journey to the hand of your boyfriend’s nearest to you, laid gently across his chest, and lazily entwined your fingers together, noting the slight acceleration in his heart beat at the action.
Again, your eyes met Michael’s in the room only lit by passing cars outside your window; the smile blooming across his lips causing one to form on yours.
“Hi,” he greeted you, giggling as he lightly squeezed your hand after.
“Hi,” you responded, shuffling closer to him and practically melting when he lifted his arm so you could slip under it; his hand still coiled around yours now resting on his tummy as his arm held you close to him.
“Did you have a good day?” the redhead inquired, his lips brushing against your temple before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
“Mhm,” you exhaled, intertwining your legs with his so that your pebbled skin, littered with goosebumps, was cosily pressed up against his. “You?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his free hand raising to your face, his index finger beginning to trace the slope of your nose. “‘S good ‘cause I got to come home to you.”
You snorted, muttering something along the lines of “You sap,” while Michael smiled absentmindedly at the slight vibration felt on his finger before continuing his trek across the features of your face; the slightly uneven tilts of your eyebrows, the raise of your cheekbones, the smattering of black heads across your cheeks and the curve of your lips. Gently, he continued his descent downwards, your boyfriend’s hand trailing just above the tender skin of your neck and over your chest so his ghostly touch sent a shiver down your spine. Idly, his fingers found their way to your tummy and idly drew shapes across the sensitive skin.
“You’re really soft,” Michael whispered, his tone dreamy and absent.
“Mm,” you mused, your eyes drooping as his innocent touches lulled you to sleep.
“Do you think…” the redhead drawled, tugging you closer as you nuzzled into the crook of his armpit. “Is… Is it possible to love too much?“
For a moment, you didn’t reply and Michael had come to the conclusion that you’d fallen asleep before your tired voice quietly declared, “If there is, I suppose I’m fucked.”
Chuckling, the rumble of his laugh against your chest luring you further into sleep, your boyfriend softly questioned, “Why?”
Shrugging, you answered, “‘Cause I don’t think anyone will ever love anyone as much as I love you.”
Despite the warmness that flooded Michael’s cheeks at your confession, he couldn’t help but quip, “Except for me. Because, you know, I love you more than that. So I win,” giggling at the light slap you landed on his chest before pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering a hushed “goodnight” to your already asleep figure.
thank you!!! i hope i didn’t disappoint!! // [pending requests] // +masterlist
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hello!!!
so on Friday night, my blog fightlashton was suspended for hoarding URLs and I haven't been able to get a hold of staff to bring it back. so in the meanwhile, I will be using this blog until I can get it back!
heY im 100 from my next k, help a friend out?
URL change!
hi guys! i was “tranquiluke” but i changed my url...i like this one better hehe :) my masterlist will be under construction for a little bit, i’ll let you know when i’m finished with it xx