Summary: While out on a walk, Bobby starts rambling on about birds.
Warnings: fluff, some slight show of insecurities, all facts are from reddit so I have no idea if it's false or not but I appreciate them all the same
Wordcount: 0.7k
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The wind was still cold even at this time of year. Early spring, the sun apparent on the bright blue sky, still her hands were turning red and dry under the wind. Stuffed in her pockets, trailing next to him, watching the trees shiver just like them. Already turning green, photosynthesis at it's best.
Neither of them was too sure what they were doing in the forest near her place at 8 in the morning. The same clothes he left in her empty drawer the last time he was over now on his body. His old ones in her washing machine. It felt too honest to be casual. Too pure to be passing them by like any other sort of romance.
Settling on a small bench by the river, his arm draped over her shoulders, her head on his shoulder, the silence didn't feel suffocating like so often before. Watching nature perform it's play before them, the audience that didn't question anything.
The trees sang and the water flowing down the river played the bass. Birds flew by, settling on trees and watching them just the same.
"You know," Bobby started talking. Slow and quiet, the tone nervous excitement lacing his vocal chords. "The bird over there, it's a humming bird. Hummingbirds consume about 3-7 calories per day. If you scale them up to the size of a human, this is 155,000 calories per day. It's pretty impressive actually."
The laugh that came out was rather surprised than confused. "How do you know that?" Leaning further into his side, feeling his hand tighten on her shoulder. His laugh rumbled out after her, still nervous but less anxious.
"Read it somewhere," Bobby shrugged. "It's a bit weird, I know. But birds are actually such interesting creatures. They're so small yet so strong and independent. It's- I don't know. I think it's cool."
Waiting for the change of topic and the humorist laugh that usually occurred once he mentioned the topic of his peculiar interest. Waiting for the way she'd shift her body further away from his and for her to later tell him that it wouldn't work out between them.
"Do you have any other facts?" She asked, reaching for his hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. Pushing the second thoughts further into the back of his mind as soon as noticed them coming forward through the way his gaze seemed to back out of the situation.
Looking down, revelation raveling in his eyes. "You wanna know more?"
"Yeah, of course. It's actually pretty cool that you know so much about birds."
Settling further into the bench and the feeling that moment of understanding brought him—comfort and a sense of being seen for him not just who he showed to be. It made his grip loosened, letting her take up the space she wanted without needing to hold her close because he knew she'd still be there. No matter who may walk past. She was there for him. Him and his mind and words that he couldn't control tumbling from his thoughts out his mouth.
The quiet morning was filled with him pointing out the birds. Giving her their name before offering a fact that made her eyebrows knit together or the corners of her lips to lift in enjoyment.
"Some Hummers have heart rates from 400-1200 bpm, but during their resting cycle—which are also called Torpor—their heart rates can Dip as low as 40 bpm."
"Pigeons produce milk. And the hormone that signals for crop milk production, prolactin, is the same hormone that signals milk let down in mammals."
"Turkey Vultures bodies produce antibodies to make them immune from botulism so they can eat rotting food that would harm other animals if they ate it."
Walking back home, their hands still intertwined and savored in his pocket, she mused as he finished his last fact about a Northern Mockingbird. "You truly are something else, my bird boy."
And for the first time it didn't feel humiliating, nor embarrassing. It felt honest and truthful. A joke on the side that still called him hers. An anecdote to tell him that she understood and loved it all the same as she found it funny in a sense. All of that was alright to him as long as it was her musing him for it.
→ sum: waking up next to eli and being totally enamored with him, even while he's asleep.
→ contains: fluff, light teasing
→ length: 0.3k (short blurb)
-not proofread or edited-
the quiet chirp of birds wakes you, eyes blinking open as the daylight pours in. the dip in your bed and warm breath on the nape of your neck reminds you that you're not alone. you turn over to face him, watching as his eyebrows furrow as he nuzzles deeper into the pillow at the suddenness of your actions. the smell of cigarettes and the remnants of his cologne fills the air. you could stay in bed with him forever just admiring the sheer beauty of his features.
you know you shouldn't. you should let him continue resting after the long few weeks he's had but you can't seem to stop your hand from gliding up, cupping his face, and tracing the outline of his jaw. the feeling of his stubble rough against the soft pads of your fingers as you slowly trail them up to the bridge of his nose. you move them from one freckle to the next, drawing constellations with the small marks. his eyes begin to flutter and a small groan breaks the quiet atmosphere.
"how long have you been up?" he states, eyes still closed, the sleep still heavy in his voice. "not long, i just wanted to look at you for a bit" you whispered, pushing the hair out of his face.
he finally opens his eyes, a small smile stretching across his lips. he brings a tired hand to lace with yours, humming at your response. "you creep" he teases, dragging his thumb along your knuckle. you let out a soft laugh and lightly hit him on the chest with your free hand.
"it's not my fault you're pretty" he laughs with you and presses his forehead to yours. "not as pretty as you, my love." he brings his lips to your temple. he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him, head on his chest as he lays back. "now let's go back to bed, alright?" you nod, closing your eyes and fall asleep to the beating of his heart.
a/n: there is a serious lack of writers for inhaler on this app so i decided to start posting my pieces here! please like and repost if you enjoyed <3
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Shows affection with physical touch and of course through music when he can't express it with his words. He's quite romantic but not in an over the top or cheesy way. He's the type to quietly admire you from afar. He doesn't need to explain himself, he just acts on his admiration for you.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
If you also have a creative streak you bond over that, and it doesn’t necessarily even have to be music. Could be Art, or could be fashion. Either way you guys influence each other and act as the other’s muse even before you realise there are any romantic feelings.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
On the sofa at home when it’s just the two of you watching a movie or your favourite show.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Eli is an amazing cook and he loves to make dinner for you both (when he’s not taking you out to eat). As for cleaning ehhhh not so much...
I think he maybe would settle down eventually, but not right now when the band is in its prime and still has a long way to go.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
You're able to work through the issues brought on by touring and being long-distance for several weeks, but the biggest dispute you both have is about settling down. After having several arguments you eventually both decide that the relationship isn't going anywhere and its for the best that you just break it off. He'd be hurt for a few days, sulking in his room and playing the blues on his guitar.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Again, probably settle down eventually but just not anytime soon, if he’d even want to get married. He might just want to stay with you without the marriage part.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can be soft spoken when it's required of him, particularly when you're sick or upset. His physical touch is never rough or demanding, he’ll always give you the same energy you’re giving him.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Maybe not full hugs but I think at any opportunity he’ll have an arm around you. Stood out in the smoking area? Arm around you. Talking to someone? Arm around you. At a party? Arm around you.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
I feel like he writes it in a song for you before he actually says it, but you know he means it because his music means so much to him that he wouldn’t write a song for you if he didn’t mean every lyric he sang.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Not jealous of every guy who even looks at you, more jealous in a protective way. If a guy is talking to you and very obviously trying to flirt or making you uncomfortable he’ll swagger over with the mildly threatening “can I help you mate?”
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Sneaky kisses in public and kisses for good luck before shows. I think for him it’s the lips or nothing, although occasionally you’ll get a forehead kiss or a peck on the temple, especially if you’re shorter than him.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
If they're young enough to tolerate being held then sure, but once they gain the instinct to constantly move and run around he's a little out of his depth. Too much energy for a man who just wants to sit and smoke quietly. Growing up with three siblings he knows from experience how kids like to play fight and just generally be rowdy but he doesn't have it in him to be the one to tell them to settle down.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Every morning whichever one of you gets up first can be found making breakfast in the kitchen, hair smelling freshly of shampoo from the shower.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
If he's just come back from tour you can expect there to be lots of just aimless cuddling for hours while he tells you stories and shows you pictures on his phone from tour. Once you get into more of a routine you catch up on a series together or stick one of your many vinyls on until you fall asleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Eli is a flirt, sure. But he keeps a lot to himself (well, when he isn’t writing it in songs at least) and so it would take a good few months for him to admit his feelings I feel, if you haven’t already beaten him to it.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
I do think he’s an arguer. When he’s been on the road for a while and he’s tired and missing you, little disputes start over little things, but you’re both very quick to kiss and make up the next day and talk over whatever it is you were arguing over. Over the course of your relationship he gets better at clocking when he’s getting heated and needs to take a breather and you’ve found that less arguments have started this way.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?
Eli is always looking for endearing little quirks about you to put into a song. You've started becoming mildly conscious of how you word your texts or what you say in a voice message because there's always a chance it'll become a lyric. I think he's one of those mysterious people, where you think he doesn't remember or doesn't listen when you're rambling about things you're passionate about, but then he'll surprise you a month later with a gift so perfectly sentimental that lets you know he's taking in every single word.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
When you got high together for the first time. It was such an intimate moment, the way you guys talked and laughed until you eventually fell asleep, asking deep questions and telling stories from your upbringings. You’d never felt closer as friends than that night.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
That man is not afraid of confrontation and will fight/argue in your defence for sure. The only thing he asks for in return is that his privacy is respected of course.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Of course you both contribute and each do your fair share of date planning but I feel like he’s reaaallly good at it (when he has the free time to do so). Dinner, picnics, walks you name it, this man is a soppy romantic deep down.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Aside from smoking (as good as he makes it look) I think maybe not cleaning up after himself (I.e leaving his guitar lying on the sofa after a late night songwriting session, not putting vinyls back on the shelf after finding one he wants, various leads and cables misplaced around the house from when he gets an idea he wants to record on the fly)
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
I feel like he washes his face with a dirty wet towel but has a load of shit to put in his hair and spends a lot of time in front of the mirror just fluffing up the curls.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Not necessarily. I think he’s very secure and confident in his own independence because of course he knows he can’t bring you on every tour with him, but knowing you’re cheering him on and supporting him even without physically being there means the world to him.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
When you told Eli you’d be out of town on the date of their gig in your city he was disappointed to say the least. Since you two had started seeing each other you hadn’t had the chance to see him play live yet (aside from the mini acoustic sets he serenades you with at his house). What you didn’t mention though, was that you were out of town during the day sure, but you’d be back by the evening with plenty of time to make it to the gig. You knew he’d put you on the guest list already, in the hopes that you might still somehow be able to make it, so all you had to do was turn up, flash your ID and enjoy the show. For a brief moment you had your doubts, worried that he might not spot you in the crowd and would leave immediately after the gig without even saying goodbye. But lucky for you that turned out not to be the case at all. You’d slipped away during the opening act to fix your makeup and upon leaving the bathroom with a fresh face you walked right into him in the corridor. The look on his face was hilarious and he made sure you got to watch the gig from side stage.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Probably someone who doesn’t understand work-life balance and doesn’t support the band, holds him back from achievements/success simply because it doesn’t suit them, always wants him to blow off rehearsals or interviews to hang out. I feel like also someone who’s really jealous and hates any girl that glances in his direction.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
You’re always bound to wake up with an arm in your face for sure. Sometimes he just forgets to come to bed altogether and falls asleep on the sofa, guitar on his lap or set down on the carpet after one of his previously mentioned late night songwriting sessions.
hey lea, if ur taking requests, could u write a fic about eli or bobby where she and him are in a secret relationship, (she and the lads are all best friends, and its clear shes off limits for them dating her, but then she falls in love with him and they get caught? idk just a little idea ;) <33
I Smell Snow
Bobby Skeetz x fem!reader
Summary: being on tour with your best friends is fun unless you have to keep a secret from most of them that you want to share with everyone (or see req)
Warnings: fluff, some very slight angst, sappy fluff lowkey, it snowed a lot over the weekend so I'm using this to manifest that I don't have to school tomorrow because my school's shit and we have to go at every weather
Wordcount: 1.5k
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The rumbling of the engine had long died in the quiet of the night, the lights of the parking lot not getting through to her, still she felt wide awake. No distraction was on her mind, no reason for her eyes to be wide open and her mind caffeinated with a gut feeling. She'd seen it in the clouds while they were on a walk around the city. Had heard it in the way the wind rustled through the trees and felt it as she tucked the sweater she stole from Bobby a few days prior over her hands to prevent the cold from treating in. It was gonna snow that night, she could feel it.
If it was a hotel bed she'd be curled up in, there'd be no problem sneaking over to his place and tell him about her assumption. Though now, with the bunk beds placed in one hall where every step could be heard by the others, she had no choice but to imagine what his touch would feel like. How his face would look when he scrunched it up in confusion whilst listening to her. How he would pull her in deeper after she tried to convince him to go out to prove herself right, snuggling his face into her shoulder before eventually giving in.
The anticipation gnawed on her as she anxiously tapped her blanket, eyes slipping to the curtain that brought in the darkness. She could risk it all, step outside and potentially expose the one secret they were keen on hiding from everyone else on this bus.
It wasn't like they wanted to, it was more that they had no other choice. Being friends for over a decade brought a certain bond with it that the whole group was used to. Mixing it up would only bring more complications than goods, they both agreed on that. Though neither could list those even if they tried to. Sure, they could break up, but they could work around that.
Drawing back the curtain, her feet touched the ground as gently as she could. Supporting her weight with her hands on the edge of the bed. Slowly letting herself down. With her shoes by her bed, she tried making as less noise as she was able to. Looking out the window at the front, little white specks of snow fell down on the glass and concrete.
Walking over to his bed, she drew the curtains before thinking anything through. His back turned to her, eyes closed peacefully. Fast asleep in her sleepless hour. Her hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him awake. His body turned, groaning in disruption. One eye slowly blinking open when she continued poking him. Whispering his name so he would be convinced that she wasn't just some pothole.
"What's wrong, pretty girl?" he asked, his arm instinctively reaching out for her waist, wrapped around her body, pulling her closer. His face stuffed into the pillow, voice muffled as he spoke. Quiet enough to not wake anyone else.
"Bobby, it's snowing," she stated. Taking his arm and trying to pull him up. Excitedly shaking him more awake.
"It's not, the weather report said that there as no chance of it snowing."
"I saw it. I can smell it. I smell snow."
"You're crazy, woman."
Opening his eyes fully at her insisting, hushed tone he could see the determination in her gaze immediately. Reluctantly, he let himself be pulled out of the comfort of his uncomfortable bed, stretching his limbs out before following her to the window. Standing behind her body, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder, they watch the show outside. The smile that broke out on her face like a sickness transferred over to his at the sight of her state. Hands clasped together, lips touching her skin.
"Can't believe you're smarter than the weather report," he mumbled, laughing quietly as the thought came to him.
"You should know that by now."
He knew she wouldn't move anytime soon. Not until it stopped or her body fell into sleep by itself.
Pulling her down on the little seating area by the window, she rested her head on her folded arms that laid on the back of it. His face nuzzled into her neck and hair, breathing in her scent and falling back into a dream state in mere seconds within her presence. Absentmindedly drawing little circles on her waist, soothing her and making her heart slow down.
Pulling his other hand up to rest under her face, she kissed his knuckles. Mumbling against his hand, "Thank you for putting up with me." The low tone of her voice vibrating against skin, sending a shiver of comfort down his spine, making him inch closer to her.
"There's no reason not to."
Neither noticed the silence and darkness taking over. The low breathing of his against her skin didn't warn her to go back to bed. She just stayed, dwelling in the moment — in his presence and love — until she fell into the same trap as him. Eyes shutting and her heartbeat slowing down. Sleeping getting the upper hand for the first time that night.
The thought only came back to her when she felt the aching of her muscles taking up the majority of her feelings. Blinking against the brightness of the sun that reflected on the white blanket that laid over the world and shone straight into her face. His lips still pursed against her neck. A low, "What the hell?" coming from behind their bodies.
Turning in a shock, suddenly wide awake, she watched as Ryan sat at the edge of his bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes, gaze solely focused on their entangled bodies. Eyebrows knit together in focused confusion and shook.
"It's not- This isn't- We aren't- Whatever you're thinking right now, it's wrong. You're so so wrong." Standing up, she made Bobby's head fall on the wooden back of the seating area. The dull sound echoing in the room, making her jump. Waking the others in the process.
"Am I?" Ryan asked, standing up. Crossing his arms over his chest.
Eli almost fell out of his bed as he stuck his head out to watch the scene unfold. Blinking with sleep still clouding his mind. "What's happening? What's going on?"
"I think I've got a concussion," Bobby said while rubbing his head that throbbed in pain. Wincing as she reached out to check on him, silently apologizing over and over again at the sight of it turning light blue.
"It's gonna be fine," she mumbled, too caught up in checking him up to notice the knowing looks passing between the other lads.
"So, you two were just casually cuddling over there?" Josh spoke up, looking at the pair with a smirk on his lips.
Her hands were still buried in his hair as she turned back, sucking in in surprise as his head fell against her stomach and his arms wrapped around her waist. Groaning into her body, face buried against her skin. Trying to find comfort within the pain he felt at the same time. Hiding like there was nothing worth to see or notice about it. The two of them.
"It's definitely not casual," he mumbled and she could feel his own smirk forming against her skin.
"What you don't say," Josh said, walking over an pulling her into a hug to loosen the tension in her shoulders.
"Not like we didn't already knew," Eli was next, also falling against her in his half asleep state.
"What? How?" she asked, pushing his head from her shoulder to get rid of the weight he added.
"If you want to stay secret, tell your lover that he has to stop looking at you like you're the only woman alive." Ryan pulled Eli back from her after seeing her struggle, ruffling Bobby's hair to get him to look and back off her as well. Letting her step back into her personal space and give her the choice to retreat into their circle if she wanted to.
"I can't believe you guys," she said, shaking her head. Sitting down next to Bobby again and letting his head fall into her lap. Fingers gently running through his hair as the others started to sort through the plan of the day. Leaving them to themselves for however long they needed.
"Told you, it wouldn't be that bad if they knew," he mumbled against her, fingers tracing the pattern on her pajama pants.
"Right, because I was the one visibly sweating at the thought of telling them."
"It would suck if we broke up."
"I know, but we won't. I've known you for over ten years, I know all your bad sides. All the awkward phases and embarrassing moments. This is just an extension of our friendship, something more than we have with anyone else. This doesn't mean that things between us change. We're still the same people."
"I wouldn't want us to change one bit. Not when we're like this."
hi queen i love ur writing !! could i request a josh fic pretty please <3
Sweet Treat
Josh Jenkinson x fem!reader
Summary: after tour, the tool of distance takes the better of them but at least he has something to remind her that he'll always be there
Warnings: fluff, if you had anything else in mind or want smth specific just send me another req and I'll work on it as soon as possible
Wordcount: 0.7k
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Standing at the window, coffee still warm in between her fingers as she impatiently waited for the car to get into the driveway and him stepping out. The few weeks he spent on tour weren't long enough to make her forget how he liked his coffee. Doing it as if it was second nature and he'd never been gone.
When the car pulled up, she could feel her heart almost leaping out of her chest. Watching with a bright smile as he waved the others goodbye. Backpack pulled over his shoulder, headphones still blasting music. The keys already cribbing in between his fingers as he pushed it inside the lock and turned. Announcing himself with the rustle of dirty shoes being cleaned and a loud sigh escaping him at the familiarity of the entrance hall.
Though his shoulders never lost their tension until he felt her in his hold.
Taking his headphones off, barely having time to put them on the drawer before she was already falling into him. Hands wrapped around his neck, her face pressed into the side of his skin. Leaving little kisses beneath his ear and on his jaw as they let themselves unravel in the moment.
His arms tight around her waist, picking her up and moving the two of them over to the sofa as one. His back abandoned at the door.
Falling into the cushion, he sighed into her neck. Breathing her in, reminding himself of what he could never forget but what still felt so far away until it wasn't. Neither urging the other to anything else other than existing, breathing and holding the other with their eyes shut and their hearts beating in synchronization.
Coming back home from tour was always a revelation as big as an exhaustion too. His body visibly relaxing for the first time in months, no other thought but memorizing her occupying his mind.
The hours passed like this. Even when they stood up they never stayed far from each other. His arm around her as they watched a film. Her back pressed against him as they made dinner for the night. Something simple that didn't need a lot of preparation.
It was only when they got ready for bed and he stood next to her, watching her figure through the bathroom mirror, that he remembered what was still waiting in his suitcase.
"Wait here a minute," Josh instructed her. Disappearing out into the living room where his back still laid. Digging through his messily thrown in clothes for the little package he tried protecting underneath it all.
Lingering for a second when he found it, watching the package and looking through it with his memories like an x-ray. Turning around, she was already watching him. Leaning against the doorframe, her eyes slipping down to the neatly wrapped gift but not urging him to tell her what was inside of it.
Walking over, he leaned next to her. Handing it over, fingers slightly shaking from anxiety. He watched closely as she opened it. Every little, delicate move of her fingers as she undoes the ribbon or opens the box. Her eyes widening in adoration when the light reflected against the shimmering gold.
"Found it in a vintage store in Prague and thought of, how you said you always wanted one of those. It even matches a bit with the bracelet I got you last year," he pointed out.
The heart-shaped locket dangled in between her fingers as she held it up. Opening it, inspecting the inside of the metal based jewelry.
"It's perfect," she whispered, head falling against his shoulders in exhaustion and contempt. Finally letting herself fall from grace and stop pretending like she was alright with him being away for as long as he had to be. "I'll put you in there, just so I can have you near me at all times."
A/N: So wattpad is currently down so I’m using it as motivation to get some smaller requests done. You guys wanted Inhaler as boyfriends headcanons and I am giving it to you 🥰
Eli:
• I feel like he’s a “keep an arm around you at most times” kinda guy
• Deffo protective omg did you see him breaking up that fight?!
• So he is not afraid of confrontation if it means keeping you safe or stopping you from feeling uncomfortable
• You guys deffo share clothes all the time
• I feel like he’d also be quite chivalrous
• Holding car doors open for you, a hand on your back as you walk etc.
• Silly nicknames galore
• Your parents reckon he’s a bad influence on you, in the most loving way possible
• You get a little shy sometimes, but he loooves hearing you sing and always tells you to keep going when he hears you
Josh:
• Most likely bigger than you
• So his hugs are amazing
• And he lets you wear his jumpers, which are of course more like dresses
• Plays video games with you
• You dedicate songs to each other all the time
• You catch him regularly listening to your spotify playlists trying to learn what you like
• It’s heartwarming
• Your family absolutely adores him
• Because he’s soooo incredibly sweet and polite and just all round wholesome
• Probably offers to help your mum with the dishes
Ryan:
• You have regular play dates with your pets
• Leading to picnics in the park and woodland walks
• Trips to the zoo and other wildlife sanctuaries are also on the table
• Ryan, as the movie buff, has you over at his for regular movie nights (and father ted marathons)
• And he thinks it’s the cutest thing when you fall asleep on the sofa or cuddled up to him
• When he’s away he always texts you to let you know he’s thinking of you
• Sends you pics of silly things he sees that remind him of you
• Calls you every night to unwind and run you through how his day went, because he knows you love to hear about his adventures
Robert:
• He’s taller than you and teases you about it sometimes
• But he uses it to his advantage, helping you around the house when you’re DIYing
• There is never a boring moment in your house
• Someone is always telling a joke, laughing, pulling a prank, accidentally breaking something, burning the cooking etc.
• It’s fun
• You find yourself playing with his hair a lot
• He pretends he doesn’t, but he loves it really
• When he’s super hyper or riled up after a gig you always know the best ways to chill him out
• Lots of forehead kisses 🥺
• You’re both very competitive
• So at any opportunity to make a bet or complete a dare, you will
• You get on with his family too, laughing as you watch him hopelessly try and help Billy with his homework
