softlyunwell

He does unravel your yarn for you when you crochet next to him, though. He noticed how often you'd have to stop to pull yarn from around the skein to feed into your current project. Soon enough, his hands found their way to the skien and began to unravel it for you.

He didn't drink coffee, but you did. He made it for you every morning. There was always creamer in the fridge for you and coffee grounds for you to use. Your lotion didn't ever run out, and neither did your shampoo or conditioner. If the cabinet creaked a little too loudly one day, it was closing silently smooth the next.

He loves you, God, he loves you, he prays its enough... The look in your eyes when he brings home your favorite takeout after a long day tells him all he needs. The same way you look at him when you hold him at night. The way you look at him when you say yes to his proposal. The way he loves has always been enough.

If only he could understand that.

Yes, you're absolutely obsessed. Ghost has the kind of thighs that are packed with muscle and wrapped in a delicious layer of fat. They bulge out of his much too tight jeans and squish whenever he sits down.

The first time you saw the bare skin of his thighs properly, when he was getting undressed for bed, you nearly passed out.

"Jesus, si, you're so soft." You gasp, shamelessly reaching off the bed to try and grope at the soft pale skin. You nearly fall off, thumb making a dimple into stretch marks "to think i couldn't want you any more."

"....'s just my legs, lovie." Ghost grunts out, forced and obviously embarrassed when your palm smoothes over the inside of his thighs, no gap between them.

"Yeah, legs that I need as my pillow yesterday," you announce, already dragging ghost back onto the bed. Ghost is shockingly easy to manhandle in the way that a loyal animal is easy to lead "c'mon, open them up."

"What...what are you...." ghost mumbles, brows furrowed. He watches, bright red, and you shove hid legs open and promptly place your entire head between them.

"Getting cozy, simon." You purr, the soft fat of his thighs cushioning your head perfectly. "Can't i enjoy my sleep?"

"You actually like this?"

"You could crush my head right now and I'd never complain." You smile, pulling a blanket over yourself. Indulgently, you pinch his hip "I should fatten you up more, this is amazing."

simons reaction for the first time when you cradle his hands so softly instead of flinching. he wonders how he’s even capable of receiving something so precious, alive, and warm as you. questions himself out of fear if he’ll handle you good enough.

johnnys reaction for the first time when you’re laughing and leaning into his embrace like you fit right there all along instead of recoiling. he wonders how many more nights does he get to have with you, and if there was a number, he wouldn’t want to miss you in any of it.

gaz’s reaction for the first time when you lay with him under the stars and talk with him not at him. he wonders this time he’s got someone standing beside him, not at his six.

price’s reaction for the first time when you trace over his scars and gaze at them with wonder not disgust. he wonders how someone like you could even hold him so tenderly even when it all was falling apart.