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kindly requesting “washing their hair for them” for quinn hughes. thank you. 🤗

coming right up anon! thank you for requesting :)

wc: 663 // gn!reader x quinn hughes a/n: overuse of pet names (baby, sweet boy, sweetheart) and no bodily descriptions of reader

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there were many things quinn looked forward to in his life; playing against his brothers during the season, making childish digs at petey and brock during practice, but nothing outdid the feeling of you gently twirling his curls around your finger as you washed the soapy suds out of his hair.

he had just gotten back from an east coast roadie, jet lag and missing hours of sleep were settled deep into his bones, his eyes closing shut the second you brought him into the shower. warm steam enveloped the both of you the faint scent of eucalyptus filled the air from the bundle hung around the shower head neck.

you stumbled back half a step as quinn draped his entire body onto you, an amused chuckle rumbling against your bodies, "ok sweet boy, you've gotta work with me here."

"oh... yeah, sorry." quinn managed to mumble out, thick arms already wound around your middle and his head heavy on your shoulder as he helped slowly shuffle the both of you closer to where the water fell.

you took your time with the defenseman's hair, making sure it was properly wet before grabbing the bottle of shampoo, and massaging it into his locks. fingers moving with purpose from his hairline to the base of his neck, scrubbing away all the negative thoughts of the three game losing streak, taking care to also gently wash then sensitive skin behind his ears.

you felt a puff of warm hair hit your skin, "''s tickly baby." his hands moving to grip at your waist, fingers flexing ever so slightly as you neared your completion of step one, "'m almost done here, hold on for a little longer." a goofy smile settling on your lips.

flicking your hands down to rid most of the soapy suds you then brought them back up to hold his chin, "ok, tilt your head back for me- there you go." you cooed, his dark lashes kissing his freckled cheeks as the white soap flowed down the column of his neck, using gravity to let the water rinse out his hair.

gazing up at him, you thanked your lucky stars for whatever let you be here with him, his face void of any stress he brought back from the long roadie. finally, with clean water washing over the soft slope of his nose you brought a hand up to coax him back into you, "gotta put some conditioner in honey, we're almost done."

as quinn pulled back from the water and closer to you, he finally opened his eyes. and though they were still heavily hooded, you could finally see the flecks of green in his hazel hues and to your hearts desire, a small smile was placed on his lips.

his thumbs drew languid circles into the flesh of your hip, relishing in the gentleness of your fingers looping around his curls with the conditioner of yours he loved so much. the smell of oats and shea butter filling the steamy bathroom as you meticulously worked across his head, your brows furrowed in concentration before quinn's hand came up to sooth the wrinkles that found their way there.

a cheeky smile prodded at your lips, "looks like we're all done here, just gotta wash it out one last time." you said, pressing up on your toes to press a sweet kiss to his lips. you held onto his biceps for just a fraction longer than normal, your mind entirely elsewhere as warm water cascaded over the both of you, his calloused hands running up the space of your back and hugging you impossibly closer to him.

pulling back centimeters from his lips, a rosy blush adorned his cheeks, "thanks for helpin' me sweetheart," he said in a low tone, "gotta do your hair next." already moving you to be under the shower head as you nestled into his chest, ready to be pampered with the same amount of care and tenderness.

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“leaving a peck on the corner of one's mouth.” w joseph woll

i feel like he’s so sweet and would totally use that as like a pregame routine, or like meeting up after the game and doing it w a big smile on his face

ANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT HE WOULD DO THIS, cheeky mfer fr!

wc: 540 // gn!reader x joseph woll a/n: licherally i think this is the cutest and fluffiest blurb i've written so far, hope you like it anon!

kesh's post-grad blurb celly, send me something! (though saturday the 17th)!

the first time he did it you were a little stunned, your heart stuttering in your chest as it felt like time had stopped for a few seconds. it was after your second date and he had just dropped you off at your apartment door (like the gentleman he is) and you just- froze.

joey had leaned back from the peck he had delivered with his cheeks flushed and a private smile reserved on his lips, before tucking a lock of hair behind your ear and bidding you a good night.

it was a sweet and innocent gesture, the warm feather like kiss leaving your skin tingling with want, and then it was like a firecracker went off. you wanted him to kiss you silly all over your face, from the corner of you lip, to the space between your brows; you needed more love from him in any way you could get.

and as your relationship progressed you did get more of those kisses you were hoping for, but the one that came to the corner of your mouth stayed the most consistent.

he'd do it before he left the house for a game, he'd do it when he woke you up in the morning, he did it after every game win or lose when you were waiting outside of the locker room for him. and as much as it drove you insane, it also made joey's insides melt in affection, always lingering for a little longer to make you squirm.

such was the case, you were standing against the brick wall outside of the locker room generally chatting with steph when joey exited for the night. a big dopey smile already spread across his face as he walked over to you, casually wrapping a limber arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "hey steph, good game tonight yeah?"

cheeky motherfucker you though, talking to your friend as if he hadn't reduced your will down to a puddle, heat flaring against your cheeks and neck as you tilted your head up to look at him.

"I thought it was ok," you hummed, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth.

you felt the rumble of his deep laugh against your shoulder, "just ok? not like I got a shutout or anything." he said, angling you closer to him, yeah he was going to be the death of you.

boldly, you pressed your index finger to the edge of your mouth, a scheming smile tugging at your lips, "dunno maybe if you give me another kiss I'll change my opinion."

joey's eyes crinkled in adoration, "you drive a hard bargain, doll," leaning down and pressing a warm kiss to the crown of you head, then a longer one to the corner of your lips, "so, what do you have to say about the game now?" he asked, face merely inches away from yours, his deep midwestern drawl breaking your resolve.

"it was pretty epic joey, you played amazing." you relented, a bashful smile covering your face as you pressed a kiss of your own to the apple of his cheek, reveling in the little bubble you were in before heading home for the night.

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could i also request the “showering together” and “taking off their makeup when they’re too tired” prompts with luke hughes? 🥰

IEEEE this is a vv cute pair of prompts, hope you like it !!

wc: 707 // gn!reader x luke hughes a/n: no bodily descriptions were wrote in place of reader, just comments of the makeup reader was wearing so this should still be able to be read as a gn!reader :)

kesh's post-grad blurb celly, send me something! (though saturday the 17th)

luke had already stripped down to his slacks, crisp white button up and black blazer discarded behind the shut door, somewhere in the dimly lit bedroom as you sat on the vanity counter in the bathroom with your fingers curling over the cool edge.

you were using every little ounce of will left to in your body to hold yourself up as you nearly melted into his touch- one of his hands gently cradling the size of your face as his other delicately wiped away at your makeup.

there were many things you loved about luke, from the way he'd send you random photos throughout the day of things he saw, to the way his curly hair was an unruly but adorable mess when you woke up next to him every morning.

but the best thing you loved about him, was how tender he was. not only from his words and emotions, but how he physically cared for you as well. never rubbing too hard on your eyelids to get the glittery eye shadow off, never scrubbing away at the nearly indestructible eyeliner with too much force, and always making sure to make gentle swipes at the blush adorned on your cheeks.

it was unbearable almost, your heart virtually crushing at the softness of it all. nearly purring into his hold as he threw away the last make-up wipe, then bringing both of his hands up to gently cup your cheeks and tilt your head up so he could press a tooth-achingly saccharine kiss to your lips.

as he pulled back, you both harbored dopey grins- eyes crinkling at the corners in adoration for each other. your heart hammered against your chest as you took in luke's curls, the bathroom lighting creating halo around his head causing you to miss most of what luke seemed to have said to you.

"sorry, what?" you deliriously giggled, shaking your head a little to get out of your haze.

"I asked if you wanted to take a shower, 's late but I you hate going to bed without one." luke asked again, already moving to get you standing and towards the shower door.

you nodded, robotically peeling off your gala attire as luke set the temperature of the shower, kicking off his pants and boxers before guiding you under the water. a chuckle bubbled out from his chest as you were essentially using him as a crutch, loose arms wrapped around his middle and your cheek mushed against his chest as the water ran down your back.

he made quick work with your body wash, making sure to get under your arms, the sensitive parts of your neck, and behind your ears. he then gently pushed you off of him for only a moment so he could apply and rinse your face wash before you came crumpling back onto him.

"you're so warm lukey." you mumbled, tilting your head up so you could gaze at him with big doe eyes, taking extra enjoyment in the sturdiness of his toned arms keeping you up.

"I know baby," he hummed happily, a soapy hand pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "'m almost done here, I just gotta wash the soap off of us then we can get out." he cooed.

he angled you both so the shower head drained away the soapy suds, all the while rubbing a comforting hand across your back, trying to keep you upright for just a few more seconds till he could sit you back down on the toilet to dry you off.

perfumed steam had filled the bathroom leaving luke to open the door to vent the air out. where when he turned back around, he was greeted with the most adorable sight of you shrouded in one of the many hotel bathrobes he had stolen for you while on his roadies.

your eyes were seconds away from drooping shut with the serenity of it all, only just registering luke's large hands towelling you off as your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, "I really love you luke." you sleepily droned.

luke stopped his actions for just a moment, "I really love you too baby." doting smiles covering both of your faces.

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Hey Kesh! So excited you’re writing blurbs 😍 could you maybe write something for Wyatt Johnston and “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” please?

thank you!! glad to be trying my hand again at all of this, hope you like it :)

wc: 646 // fem!reader x wyatt johnston a/n: I know this says fem!reader but that's only because of one use of 'ma'am' near the end of this all, otherwise it's mostly all gn!reader friendly :)

kesh's post-grad blurb celly, send me something!

laundry days in the apartment weren't by any means done on a set schedule, leaving wyatt or you to start a load in whenever the laundry basket was starting to top off, or, whenever wyatt had one too many many sweaty post-practice shirts stacking up on the chair in the corner of your room- causing you to wrinkle your nose and gingerly pinch the garments between your fingers to throw into the washer with a hefty amount of tide.

much was the case though when running multiple loads of laundry in a day, it left you with the reality of wearing 'laundry day' clothes, an oversized dallas stars tee paired with whatever shorts or pants you could find lying around the home. it was comfy, well worn (by more than just you), and had a little 53 on the shoulder sleeve that was starting to peel away from the multiple washes.

soft padding was heard between the laundry room and your bedroom as you put dirty clothes into the waster, clean clothes into the dryer, and warm clothes back into the basket to be folded. with the addition of a podcast droning on in the background it was a quaint and familiar domestic rhythm you found yourself in, dumping the freshly dried clothes onto the king sized bed to begin folding.

you heard the soft click of front door closing, and with a bright smile on your face you bolted to the entrance, fuzzy socks on your feet allowing you to slide perfectly in front of wyatt and throw your arms around his middle for a hug.

a chuckle rumbled though his chest as his own arms drew you closer to him, it wasn't a long morning practice, but you also weren't awake when he left so the excitement of seeing your favorite person for the first time today was palpable.

"hey baby," wyatt cooed into your hairline, pressing a warm kiss against your head, "I got us chipotle for lunch" shaking the brown bags behind your back for emphasis.

"hmm, thank you wy!" you chirped, pressing a quick kiss to the edge of his jaw in reply, grabbing the bags out of his hands then instructing him to put his shirt on the floor next to the washer so you could run the next load.

"yes, maam," he agreed, pinching at your waist as he walked past you to do so, a content smile making his eyes crinkle in the most adorable way. it wasn't until after he was shirtless and looking for a spare shirt, that there actually weren't any left, rather there weren't any left in his size... other than the one you were wearing right now

making his way back into the kitchen where you were plating up your bowls his eyebrows pinched together in moderate confusion, "isn't that my shirt?"

without missing a beat you answered back, "you mean our shirt?"

wyatt snorted in befuddlement, "since when was that our shirt? it literally has my number on it!" he whined, joining you at the kitchen table, "plus as far as I know they gave me that shirt not you."

bumping your shoulder into his you simply just hummed in amusement, "it became our shirt when I moved in here doofus, plus it's not like you don't have five hundred other shirts exactly like this."

on cue with your rebuttal, the dryer timer went off, the melodic tune prompting the final nail in the 'laundry' coffin, "I would know, I'm the one who cleans all your shirts anyways wy," you giggled poking a finger into his torso, "you can get the load out when we're done though, I've still got some clothes to fold."

"hmm, sure" was all he said, content with sitting down with you for a few more minutes before completing the rest of the household chores for the day.

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ok sorry this is so last second but congratulations!!! and can I request a blurb for Joseph Woll and waking up together? like still sleepy and the world is still quiet just enjoying the moment together? Thank you and congratulations again!!!!

thank you so much anon!!! this is genuinely The Prompt of all time bc this is what I personally love to read any time of the day so thank you again :))))

WC: 570 // gn!reader x joseph woll a/n: food talk right at the end! - also took a break from my req's and my writing feels very rusty again so apologies if this is ✨ass✨

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it was a sliver of morning light that snuck though the closed blackout curtains that slowly started to awaken you, and from the eerie calmness that was settling into the room you already knew the day was melting into the latter hours of the morning, perfectly content in how you were situated.

it was ridiculous how perfectly tucked in you were into into joey's chest, as if the universe was taunting you with a vortex of spending all day in bed with him. your eyes begrudgingly pried open from a night of thick sleep, slowly blinking away the morning fog as your chest expanded with a deep breath in, your body gradually remembering how to exist again.

it was so peaceful like this, unsure where your limbs started and joey's ended, like a cocoon of warmth lulling you back to sleep. nevertheless you persisted though the haze, taking time to revel in his presence where both of your arms were tucked in close to your body against your own chest, and your legs in a pretzel-ed mess with joey's. it was it was impossible to even try to get up and use the bathroom through the entanglement of limbs and sheets.

not like you were complaining, inching back from your curled in state just enough so you could take in his face, his summer freckles starting to come out tenfold across the bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes kissing the apples of his cheeks- oh how angelic he looked. still snoozing in dream land as his brown hair was splayed against the dull blue pillow sheets, smaller tufts of hair by his forehead fluttering in the gust of the overhead fan.

you couldn't help yourself though, the urge to just touch him in the serenity of the morning where you had him all to yourself, especially where times like these during the season were far and few. wiggling a spare hand from between your bodies your index finger grazed the slope of his nose, tracing invisible constellations between this freckles, and smoothing out the ever so small furrow between his brows.

then came a grumble, so deep it reverberated against your front as a heavy arm tightened around your middle- a small puff of air blowing past your lips as you let him bring you back into his hold.

"g'mornin honey," you mumbled into his chest, "d'you sleep good?" pressing a feather light kiss to his front.

something ajacent to an mm-hmm tumbled out of his throat, "yeah, slept just fine doll." immediately your lips quirked up in a smile upon hearing his voice in the quiet room, the bass reverberating in your mind.

his midwestern drawl drew deep as his mind started to wake up, "thinkin' maybe blueberry pancakes?" and you just had to stifle a giggle, he was always thinking about food or legos.

"'m thinkin' maybe we order in instead?" you suggested.

"order in blueberry pancakes?" he countered, a slight voice crack as he asked again.

finally a sharp laugh broke though, "yeah, we can order out blueberry pancakes you freaking child." you said, shuffling back so your head was level with his, blue hues dark in the dim room with smile lines sprouting at the edges.

and for a moment you both just laid in silence, dopey smiles covering both of your features with joey's fingers gently sweeping against the soft flesh of your waist.

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having those deep conversations together (whether it's personal or discussing future plans for eachother) with oscar pastry!!

this reminded me of a fic where i read abt im and reader talking about if he would still love her if she was a worm and it kinda just snowballed into this :)

wc: 665 // gn!reader x oscar piastri

kesh's post-grad blurb celly, send me something!

sat on the back porch of your home, you were quite content being all bundled up in a mclaren blanket with oscar's arm draped across the back of the hanging swing and onto your shoulders, allowing you to nuzzle deeper into his side. the cup of coffee warming your hands as the sun started to rise above the bushes that lined your backyard.

dew tickled the tips of each blade of grass as the ever rising sun made the lawn sparkle like glitter, vibrant shades of orange, pink, and red painting the sky in natures most beautiful masterpiece. humming into a sip of your coffee you felt oscar press a kiss to the crown of your head, then leaning his cheek into your hair as he ever so gently tightened his hold on you.

"y'know what I can't wait for?" you spoke lowly, not wanting to break the bubble of the peaceful morning.

"what's that?" he hummed, vibrating against your head as his thumb brushed against your shoulder in a soothing manner.

"I can't wait for us to have a cat that wakes us up every morning meowing for treats, and then lets us take them outside to lay with us in our laps while we watch the sunsrise." you mused, still watching the sun ahead of you.

and like an explosion oscar's chest was full of warmth, there was something so domestic and casual of how you said that, like the statement wasn't an 'if we get a cat' but a 'when we get a cat', and it made his heart flutter in adoration at the thought of a potential new addition to your little family, one you had both obviously spent much time thinking about.

"you're so sure we're going to get a cat then?" he asked, prodding a little more to see where your pretty little mind was running, "not a dog?"

"yeah a cat, maybe a tuxedo or an orange cat, our cat needs a little personality, yet would be ok being put in one of those cat backpacks to go to the gp's with us," you confirmed, twisting your body ever so slightly so you could gaze at the aussie, warm yellow light highlighting the smattering of freckles on his face, "a dog wouldn't fit our temperament much I think." a thinking pout set on your lips.

"how so?" he wondered, "I'd thought you'd want a dog to hang out with leo, or roscoe?" eyes analyzing every micro expression you made, trying to read your response before you could speak it into existance.

"sure, a dog would be on brand I suppose for what it's given, but with how much we like having our quiet time, a cat would be perfect," you explained, the gears in your mind churning even faster now, "plus, our cat could have the same energy as the dogs on the grid if we found the right one, but overall they would require less maintenance. and I'd have a cuddle buddy while waiting for you at the hotel after races." you finished with a smile.

"our cat," he tested on his tongue, oscar already knew that he absolutely loved the sound of that, "our cat with a personality it will be then," oscar admitted, "I agree though, our cat would be mellow like us, I'm sure we'll find one that fits all your boxes, love. and it's not like I haven't seen you looking up cat backpacks, we could mclaren-customize it?" he offered, eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

"plus, I wouldn't mind a little purring fur ball, besides you of course, snuggling up next to me." a boyish smile flashing across his face.

you gasped in faux astonishment, "oscar piastri I know you did not just call me a fur ball!"

cradling your head close to his chest he pressed a kiss to your head, "yeah, but you're my fur ball, and for the record I also can't wait for when we get a cat, lovey"

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“You’re safe now, I’m here.” prompt for our boy simon pls uwu ty kesh 💖✨ also congrats!!! so happy for u!!!!!

thank you so much!!! I also wrote this prompt the way it is bc I wish I was a critters/bugs girl but I so am not, they make me jump out of my skin in a way that is so laughable I am not kidding. also this highkey happened to me last night and I wish I had a boyfriend to just kill or get rid of all the bugs that are in my house

wc: 802 // gn!reader x simon edvinsson a/n: creepy crawly bug talk!

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pros about summer in michgan: unadulterated access to any of the lakes, almost always pushing simon out of bed at 8am if it meant you could spend the whole day being silly in love on the beach and playing mermaids. secondly, you loved going out and getting ice cream with simon after the fact, even when he tried to balance three or more scoops of ice cream on his cone- usually resulting in him smearing the cold treat across his face as the first scoop was wolfed down in a race against the heat.

the cons? bugs trespassing inside of your apartment, flies buzzing around in your bedroom when you swore you hadn't even left the window open for that long! stink bugs you could handle, having done the rounds with them over the years of sub-par college apartments. but flies? things that could suck your blood or sting you, or god forbid a spider? you were done for, and you knew it was irrational, but something about it just made your skin crawl, nose wrinkling at the fact that the outside nature didn't always stay outside and would sometimes take residence in your fresh AC controlled unit.

simon was in the kitchen, prepping some post lake-day sandwiches while you were putting away your swim gear in the bathroom to dry when you heard it.

bzzt. small at first, you thought maybe it was the passing of a car outside of your unit.

then again, bzzzzzztttt! it was right against your ear- your head whipping around faster than what your cracking neck would have liked, eyes rapidly scanning the decently sized room.

"where the fuck are you." you muttered under your breath, damp towels tightly gripped in your hand as you eyed around the room for the stupid bug to fly past you, hoping your reflexes would let you get it.

but your eyes were of no use, your heart rate spiking as a long bbbzzzzttttt was heard around your head, you dropped the towels as you started to inch yourself back out of the room, "ok, yeah no I'm not dealing with this." setting the fan in the room to high and hoping if you left the space for a few minutes it would find it's way out, somewhere that wasn't near you.

you made your way into the kitchen, slotting yourself next to a shirtless simon as he was putting the finishing touches on your sandwiches, bumping his shoulder as you looked up at him. golden curls unruly from being in the lake and air drying, and his chest starting to form a warm golden tan, he's going to be warm to sleep on tonight, you thought making a mental note.

"sime, there's a fly in our room," a small pout starting to form on your lips, "stupid fly, why is it even in here?" you whined, knocking your forehead against his arm.

a smile pulled at simon's lips, understanding your silent ask, "I dunno älskling, do you want me to get it?" he asked, gently rubbing up and down your back, a small yeah mumbled against his tantalizing warm skin.

you followed simon to your bedroom like a shadow, peering your head into the room as simon couched near the foot of the bed, the large and annoying crane fly sitting on the wall under your window.

the defenseman palmed the layers of paper towel in his hand as he slowly crawled to where the fly was, head ducked down in concentration as his curls fluttered from the fan. then in an instant a thud was heard against the drywall, and simon peeled his hand back checking the bug stain on the white paper towel before crumpling it up and crudely scrubbing away the fly stain on the wall.

"ok, all good in here." he said standing up to his full height, striding over to the bathroom to throw away the trash.

"are you sure?" you questioned, always a little nervous that maybe there were more little creatures that just hadn't come out into your vicinity. you were still stood by the door, a large red wings t-shirt of simon's hanging off your frame as your eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sure, you're safe now," simon promised, "no more stupid bugs, I'm here now." he walked over to you, unfairly large hands rubbing at your arms to ease your tension, "come on I made lunch, I pinky promise you there are no more bugs in the room, and if there are I'll take care of them, ok?"

you linked your pinky with his, pressing up on your toes to press a sweet kiss to his sunkissed cheek, "ok, if you say so." you concluded, a reserved smile growing on your lips as you followed him back into the kitchen for lunch.

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swooping in at the last second to request “you’re so warm” with joseph woll! huge congrats on graduating!!!

thank you so much anon!!!! finishing out the last handfull of my requests for my celly this week <3 this one is for all my joey and leafs fans bc, oh dearie me, what a terrible game 7 I am so sorry :(

wc: 764 // gn!reader x joseph woll

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if there was anything to know about you, it was that you did not mess around with dressing comfy and dressing warm when at home. the second you walked though the front door of your apartment you'd make a bee-line straight to your bedroom, nearly jumping out of your work clothes like fire and pulling on some oversized pair of sweats (that were most probably joeys) along with a well worn hoodie and a pair of fuzzy socks.

only then would you allow yourself the sanctity of sighing in utter contentment, padding your way to the kitchen to grab a container of dinner meal prep to throw in the microwave so you could bundle into the couch for the night. heart fluttering in your chest with excitement knowing joey was due home from a roadie in only a few more hours.

nesting into the plush couch with a tasteful amount of throw pillows you put on some TV show reruns, slowly feeling your eyes start to droop from the exhaustion of the day. it was only a little past 10pm when you checked your phone, then double checking joey's text saying he'd be home around 11.

one second you were upright, blowing air out of your nose at a stupid Bob's Burgers joke, and the next thing you knew someone was carefully rubbing at your arm, a gentle hand pushing the folds of the blankets surrounding you out of your face.

"'m back, doll." joey whispered, a love sick smile hung on his lips as he took in the state you were in, wearing his maple leafs hoodie that nearly swallowed you whole with a pair of toronto socks to cap it all off, he was so utterly in love with you.

in love with the fact that whatever was his, was yours and you took that upon yourself to make that true every day. even more so, he was in love with you right now all because you had stayed up for him even when he said he'd meet you in bed when he got back. he didn't want to exhaust you anymore than you already were after having a long workday.

"joey?" you mumbled, eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room, realizing he had turned off the lamps in the living room, the tv being the only source of light in the late evening, causing his hair to glow angelically in neon hues as the scenes changed behind him.

"you're looking awfully comfortable here, mind if I join you?" he asked, already taking off unnecessary layers of clothes till he was down to his boxers and a tee, where he then peeled back the layers of blankets you were buried under, chuckling softly at the absurdity of it all.

he remembered the day you moved in, with a whole tote filled with just blankets, poking fun at the fact that no sane human needs this many blankets! but oh- how grateful was he now for them all.

slipping himself between your body and the back of the couch was an easy enough task as you shimmied your way to the edge before shortly being pulled back into joey's sturdy chest. a satisfied hum coming from the man behind you as you felt his arms snake around your middle and under your hoodie, long fingera splaying across your stomach as if trying to leech off of your entire being.

you took a second to reposition the blankets that had cocooned you earlier, taking good care to cover his long stature with a few extra blankets, and then yourself with one as well. while joey wasn't a body hog while sleeping (or so he said), he most definitely was a blanket snob, so you always took extra care in making sure yours would stay with you.

you felt his muted heartbeat thump against your spine, a comforting rhythm you found yourself drifting away in, a lone confession of "you're so warm," spoken into your hair causing an instantaneous smile. tightening his grip on you even more than what you thought was possible, you felt the back of your legs knocking against his knees where your legs then became tangled, "could probably stay here forever I think. you're like a human radiator right now doll."

"yeah? I try to keep up on my radiatior appearances, really is a hit with the boyfriend." you teased sleepily, content in your position for the night, ramifications of tight limbs be dammed tomorrow morning. you were just glad to have joey back and to be in his arms.