“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” heheheh -@minssmutblog <3
min!! my beloved!! hello!! one soft drabble coming for u 🥺
we're having a hard knocks drabble night! come send some prompts in from the first or second prompt list! (or read hard knocks here if you have no clue what the hell those words mean)
You and Jonathan's current mission landed you both in the same bed again.
If the two of you weren't "fraternizing"—or whatever Angela had teasingly called it—and still hated each other, you would absolutely hate how you're practically wrapped up in him. But, that was missions ago. Now, as you lay in the warm bed, you can't help but find yourself being content.
His scent was invading every sense, from his arms wrapped around you protectively, all the way down to his legs tangled with your own just from demand last night.
You laughed to yourself. Last night.
Last night Jonathan had acted like the drunk idiot this time around, and ended up wacking his forehead into the corner of the wall on your way up to the elevators. He had a small cut on his forehead, but he seemed to end up okay even if he's sleeping like a rock.
Wiggling out from his iron grip was easy when you were stripped down for the most part, in your usual panties and small top combo you sleep in, the skin on skin contact between the two of you so early made you shiver. Once you were standing on even ground, staring down at Jonathan as he snored away, you noticed the sun was fighting to trickle in through the curtains.
It must have been early, then. You could barely make out anything.
You shuddered before you could make it to the bathroom, holding back a huff in annoyance before you padded around the room quickly to grab at the first shirt you could feel. Anything was better than this cropped shirt now that you were out of bed.
Your hand was met with a soft fabric that was tossed over one of the chairs in your small seating area the hotel room provided. You trailed your hand further along the seam to feel for the sleeves.
A long sleeve, you finally determined.
You were quick to pull it on then, blindly tugging it over your head as you make your way to the bathroom. It doesn't take long to pull your head through the hole and have your arms find the arm holes as you just step over the soon to be bright bathroom's threshold.
After reliving yourself and brushing your teeth, you exit the bathroom only to be met with Jonathan awake, and sitting on the bed as he stared at the bathroom door intently.
"Uh, yes?"
"You left the bed."
"I did," you reply plainly, trying to hold back a laugh. "What's wrong with me going to the bathroom?"
Jonathan didn't reply right away, scanning your body up and down as you start to tug the long sleeves of the shirt you're wearing down since your hands were picking up the chill of the room.
"Is that my shirt?"
You tilt your head, the other sleeve finally falling over your hand. You turn your head down to look at the shirt.
It was a deep navy fabric. Small knit patterns.
The same shirt Jonathan wore just the other day when you went out to dinner together.
"You mean our shirt?" You question back casually, hands grabbing the bottom hem that rested against your thighs. Jonathan let out a breathy laugh that still sounded thick with sleep, shifting slightly on the bed.
"Just shut up and get back to bed before we have a bigger problem to deal with."
"Bigger problem means your cock, doesn't it?" You tease, smirking as you make your way back to bed.
Jonathan held back a laugh this time with a fond smile, extending his arms towards you as you take your time. "Shut that pretty mouth of yours before I do it for you."
afskhjdfsjkh YES! a bookstore au, because my dumbass will miss working with books as much as she hates to admit it aloud.
though, unsure as to who or WHAT the plot would even be. this is really just to let loose, goof around with the idea and if a fic comes of it, so be it. maybe i'll just reblog a prompt list and make bookstore au related drabbles so i can keep writing to feel idk. Inspired? Motivated? Interested In Writing Things? (she says, having abandoned a whole new OC with an Aizawa Shouta storyline that involves a bookstore)
i’m all for bullying rachael into bed bit you don’t really seem that tired—?
-@minssmutblog
YAAAAAY GOOD SPLAT!! and i'm NOT IS THE THING JKDHSSD like
i just ate lunch a bit ago? i kicked bijou out of my room? my plan is to write out day six, start day seven of kinktober then relax a bit again before doing laundry and starting my book over (unless the writing gods smack me)????? i'm simply existing my brain is just fuzzy 110% of the time, man i don't have a clear head ever
