Note: These are short hcs with characters of things that i personally see as cute. Gn!reader. No Tws, Just soft characters!
March 7th: 📸
Sometime ago March had gifted you a plushie and ever since she’s called said plush “our son.” She has some stuffed animals herself that she’s put small accessories/clothes on; so it only makes sense for her to dress y’alls “son” up too. March also takes your shared son on shopping trips and tucks it in at night.
Aventurine: 🎲
Aventurine frequently gifts you custom tailored clothes and shoes. Some that are in your style, some that are matching with him, and some for more… intimate occasions. He knows your measurements by heart. Along with your preferences in fabrics, length, and style.
Gallagher: 🥃
Every time you bend down he slides one of his hands above your head so you don’t bump/hurt tour head. It’s not even a conscious decision his body just moves on its own to protect you, even in the smallest of ways.
Gepard: 🛡️
Walks on the side facing the road. It’s in his nature to protect others. This comes in various forms including blocking your body from the road. If anything or anyone dangerous comes from that side he can be your knight in shining armor. Truthfully this doesn’t stop at just roads. If you’re walking by a construction site he’ll also block you from that as well. He’d rather get hurt than have you hurt.
Sunday: 🪽
Sunday puts little post-it notes in your room + shared areas as a reminder. A reminder for what? All different things!! Some notes are reminders for any tasks you may have to do, including eating/drinking water. Others are just positive affirmations like that he loves you and is proud of you!!
Robin: 🕊️
Styles your hair and lets you style hers too. She has an image to uphold so she won’t wear the hair style you gave her out if it’s too crazy, but if it’s subtle or classy she’ll def wear it. She likes to run her hands through your hair and braid it (if you’ll let her.) She likes to think of this as a relaxing bonding moment. Since you gifted her this moment of relaxation she’ll sing to you. Sometimes it’s one of her own songs. Sometimes it’s just one she knows you love.
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GALLAGHER── while you were sleeping, i fell in love
he finds comfort in you in the waking world the same way people do in their dreams.
sleep comes easier in penacony. the reverie where locals and outlanders alike seek some semblance of escape from their truths and the hedonistic what-ifs that can become reality in the dreamscape is simply gallagher's "daytime" job ─ the meticulous dream-to-dream routine of maintaining peace and some semblance of order in a world where it is so easy for one's perceived reality to warp. those in the dreamscape prefer it to the rigid frame of the waking world, but gallagher knows all too well that the warping images of an illusion so easily influenced by the slightest shift of one's mood is anything but a utopia.
so, really, it's no surprise he finds such dear solace in your arms.
"you're back!" you beam, so sweet and darling when you catch sight of gallagher dragging his shoes past the drunken revelers ─ who will no doubt be stumbling back to their rooms where their dreampools lay, the portal to even more hedonistic pleasures and drunken revelries.
"that i am," he grunts, sliding onto an empty barstool just as you slide him his usual drink over the countertop. the gin burns through his throat, just enough to warm him up some. gallagher doesn't care how much dreamers fawn over the aesthetic of dreampools and the further bonus of their purpose. he's not fond of waking up in anything other than a bed, no matter how dreampools have been designed to offer the semblance of one. dreampools mean work, and he's had quite enough of that for the next 24 hours or so.
but stars know he won't be so lucky.
"tough time at work?" you offer him a sympathetic smile, wiping a glass with a clean rag. your customers at the bar had begun to dwindle, the few that remained idly chatting with their companions or indulging in their drink in personal quiet.
gallagher sighs ─ straightens his shoulders and tries to look less disheveled; he's here and out of work to enjoy some time with you, not to bitch and moan about his day. "sorry, darlin'. it wasn't that bad, 's just─"
he sighs again, not wanting to think about how the pillars that are supposed to uphold the dreamscape and his work seem to be crumbling every time he goes back to sleep. gallagher hasn't been on the scene yet, but he's heard reports of stuff that might be going on, and if they were true, then he was going to have a hell of a field day and a bunch of paperwork to do.
"i get it," you say, reaching over the counter to squeeze his hand. it's been hours since your shift started, and you smell of something akin to cinnamon and spice, the undertone of brandy and whiskey underneath. he thinks it fitting ─ you're so sweet, such a darling, so that must have translated into the drinks you brew even in the waking world, where the taste of one's mix relies simply on ingredient and skill.
gallagher manages a smile ─ one that doesn't strain at his lips and makes him feel like he's cosplaying in someone else's skin ─ and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the soft skin of your knuckles. the metal of your wedding band is cool, but fills his blood with heat and his heart with warmth. "i don't deserve you, honestly."
"now i think that's just the gin talking," you tease, pinching his chin playfully.
"gah," gallagher feigns annoyance ─ badly, if the amused grin on his face is any indication but ─ and swats your hand away. "'s your shift ending soon?"
"mhm," you nod, giggling as you pull back from him and retreat back into your personal space ─ and gallagher misses you already. god, maybe the gin really is getting to him.
"what do you say we head back to our room and catch a nap after this?" gallagher asks, idly tracing his finger along the edge of his empty shot glass. the band on his finger ─ the mirror of yours ─ glints in the hazy yellow light of the bar. "or i can tell you about the day i've had and you can doze off because of how boring it is."
you give him a cheeky grin. "hard pass. your stories always keep me up at night. tell me about that masked fool who gave you a nightmare about me divorcing you."
"never again," gallagher deadpans, and when you burst into laughter, he's convinced that no sort of illusion a masked fool or xipe themself can conjure could ever compare to you ─ his very own dream come true.
Summary: You're perfectly content with being a princess. But it seems Gallagher wants to steal you away.
Pairing: Gallagher X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff Drabble
Word Count: 464
Warning: N/A
Masterlist
“Run away with me.”
“I’d rather not, but thank you for asking.”
Gallagher frowned, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”
You rolled your eyes, fighting the growing smile threatening to show. “And I’m finding you annoying. You’re missing your mark here.”
“Well! Robin said it would work.” He muttered with a scoff.
You let out a bark of laughter. “And you listened to her? C’mon, you’re better than this! You know Robin will say anything if it sounds romantic enough. You know you drive her crazy.”
“I do not!”
“Fine, you're not crazy." You pause to think. "You’re just, how should I say, unique.”
Gallagher scowled. “That’s just mean.”
You scoffed. “What do you want me to say? Look, I know you’ve heard all those stories about princesses wanting to be saved from their ivory towers, but I’m happy where I’m at. I have a lot of plans for the future of the kingdom. I’ve trained my whole life for this and I’m ready to prove myself to my people.”
“What about, like, arranged marriages and all that?”
Shrugging, you answered, “I mean as long as they don’t get in my way, then we should be fine.”
“You just really don’t want me to be romantic, huh?” He sighed. “You know, it took me a long time to come to terms with my feelings for you and tell you how I feel. If you didn’t feel the same, you could just tell me instead of stringing me on like this.”
With a frown, you said, “First off, I’m not stringing you along. I just find your attempts to woo me lacking. You go for the stereotypical stuff. It’s like you’re not even trying. And secondly, who says I didn’t like you like that? I know I have never said those words to you. So maybe if you stopped sulking and were actually direct with me, I would actually tell you that I want you to court me!”
“I-what?” He paused and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his brain from your balcony. “You actually… like me back?”
“YES YOU STUPID BOY!” You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated laugh. “You’re a bit thick sometimes, but I still like you an awful lot.”
“Ah, right.” He chuckled, his cheeks a flame. “So does this mean we’re officially courting?”
“Well, you have to bring up your courtship proposal to my father, but it’s the middle of the night. So do it in the morning. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” You explained, sending him a sincere smile. “And I will gladly accept it as well.”
“Good.” Gallagher blew you a kiss. “I shall see you in the morning, Princess.”
in which he lets her measure his body for a new set suit for him, riddling him with her innocent touches; his view meaning the fic is written in his point of view
fluff with a lot of tension, like drenched with it. Gallagher lowkey being obsessive and loves to tease and spoil his little lady; 2K words!!
It’s Saturday.
She said she wouldn’t be home until later tonight, so I’m alone for the rest of the day. I’ve been sharing my roof with her for around 3 months now. Funny, I seem to forget how quiet this place is without her. At this hour she would be on the couch with the television on, her favorite shows would air around this time.
Am I being a creep for knowing her daily schedule like this?
Hope not, I mean that brat has been stickin’ beside me ever since day one.
Ah shit, it’s supposed to be the other around. She’s my secretary, but here I am acting like I’m some sort of personal assistant of hers, ah that little minx had me all wrapped around her pretty little manicured fingers huh?
Can’t complain though, not when she does her job perfectly.
It’s just that I rarely wanted her to work, to begin with. Her day consists of following me around like an assistant yet she treats me like I’m her assistant instead. Ahahaha I ain’t setting up a good example as her boss, but then again no one could blame me.
I mean with those fucking doe eyes and pouty lips, she’s the type of woman people wrote on their poetry. At this point, It’s clear as day that I miss that little brat. Y’know I’ll just take a quick shower before she comes home, I don’t want her to drag me to the bathroom again like yesterday.
Stepping into the shower made me realize that every single thing here smells like her. Her vanilla-scented shampoo bottle sits next to mine, her body scrubs, her soap. Damn, I never realized how much product she used, no wonder she cooped up in her for a good hour or more, being a pretty lady like her looks like hard work, perhaps harder than my line of work.
She smells like heaven afterward though, so I won’t complain.
Never mind, I would actually complain about one thing.
The fact that her scent drives me crazy sometimes, not to mention the fact that while working she often clings to me like a second skin. The amount of questions I get asking about why my clothes smell like vanilla and roses is crazy. The other hounds, hell even Siobhan tease me for smelling like a lady.
Well, as long as I don’t reek of smoke and alcohol like I used to I guess it’s a good change. As the cold water rinses through my body, I start to worry about her. She’s an adult, she would be fine traveling around Penacony, but why am I worried about her like I’m her old man? Probably because she didn’t tell me where she was going, this girl goes on a shopping spree almost every week and the one thing she never forgets to bring is her walking ATM, which is me.
Should I go look for her?
Nah, she must’ve needed some time alone. She’s probably sick of an old geezer like me, all I could entertain her with is my crappy dad jokes and a little mixology classes here and there. She seems to like my cringe dad jokes though weirdly enough and she also learns quickly on mixing beverages.
Once I finished rinsing my worries away, I put on a pair of sweatpants. I sigh as I brush my damp hair back remembering that I forgot to bring my shirt inside, my age is starting to catch up on me. Oh well, it’s not like she’s coming home soon. I let out a small chuckle as I looped the small towel I used for my hair around my neck.
The mirror in front of me reflects my rugged face, my fingertips graze upon my stubble feeling the sharp little hairs protruding from my cheek. I’ve been thinking of shaving it clean off for a while, but I remember her weird fondness for my stubble. That girl loves rubbing the back of her hand across my face like I’m some sort of a dog, which in this case relates to my line of work funnily enough.
I figured I’d let it be for now, can’t have her whine about my appearance now like she did last month when I talked to her about cutting my hair short. Her argument was if I did cut my hair she wouldn't be able to play with it anymore, such a silly girl that one.
I should fix myself a cup of coffee before cleaning around the house, it ain’t like I have anything better to do other than waiting for her like a lost puppy. I let out a hefty yawn as I walked towards the kitchen. It's easier for me to find things these days since she arranges it in a specific way. Before her, it took me around 5 minutes to search for the coffee bean, but now I can see the labeled jar from far away.
I couldn't help but let my lips curve into a small smile as I twisted the jar open, the charming scent of the coffee beans she picked emanated through the air, that little lady has good taste I must admit. Heh, she must’ve learned it from me. She used to be a tea gal before she met me, but now it seems she quite enjoys a little more caffeine here and there.
Can’t help to let out a small smirk as I brew myself a cup of coffee. She utterly consumes me at this point, every single damn thing reminds me of her it ain’t funny. I never thought I could still feel this giddy like a teenage kid at my current age, but then again she had always said that I still have my child-like wonder.
I rest my body against the counter, the cold marble hits my bare waist making me wince at the sudden temperature difference. After this, I’ll do laundry and then afterward I should start preparing for dinner.
As I lost myself in my thoughts I could hear the sound of a key twisting inside the keyhole, ah she’s home. “I’m back. Miss me, old man?” she muses as she turns her head towards me.
“Nah, I’m starting to miss my short-lived tranquility though,” I smile, pressing the rim of my glass against my lips to hide my smirk. She on the other hand has her eyes wide open, her mouth wide agape.
She stares at me a little too long before I finally break the silence between us, “Why'd ya look at me that way kid ?” I ask as I gaze toward her small face, analyzing her expression.
“You’re practically half naked, but wait that’s good actually,” shit, I forgot about that. She starts to walk towards me with a nasty smile, oh she’s scheming something alright.
“What? why is it a good thing? you've never seen a man’s body before ?” I snicker, masking away my flustered interior.
“Oh because I could clearly measure it now,” she smiles. Now hold on, measure what ??!!! The seemingly ambiguous sentence drives my mind toward possibilities that would definitely put me behind bars.
“Measure what huh ?” I let out a small chuckle, I put my cup down and leaned towards her eye level.
“You definitely won’t fit a size XL,” she sighs. Well ouch! cut me some slack little lady. I might be slacking off on my training, but I’m still in good shape. “What a way to break this old man’s heart you little brat, fyi I’ll definitely fit a size L,”
“Said that to your shirt. The poor thing needed its button to be stitched back up yesterday,” okay maybe she’s right but it still stings, my lips curve downward as I look at her, she’s out here breaking my heart to pieces.
“I’m not saying you’re putting on weight, what I’m saying is I want to measure your measurements so that I can buy you something custom-made,” she caresses my chest as her eyes lock towards mine.
I could feel my heartbeat drumming against my eardrum as her touch burned against my skin, marking it as hers. Fuck, feels so fucking good to feel her touch. Is it greedy for me to want more of her?
Her pink ‘nd soft lips curve into this delicate smile.
Fuck, she looks so pretty like that.
“Oh, what’s the occasion for dressing up this old hound ?” I smile as I lean forward to close the gap between us, trying to take control of my not-so-innocent thoughts about her lips.
I can’t recall anything worth celebrating between us, maybe the fact that I’m cutting down on smoking, but that’ll be worth something when I fully ditch it.
She merely chuckles before lightly hitting my chest like I’m telling her a funny joke, “You are an old man after all, how can you forget that three months from now is going to be the annual family?”
Ah right….
I was never the person who enjoyed those fancy parties, but hey I have her by my side so maybe I might change my stance.
“Those types of events were never my thing,” I avert my gaze, my finger drums against my nape.
“Well those types of events are my thing, so you’ll come right?” I mean with those puppy eyes, of course I’ll come.
“Fine, I guess this year’s gala could be bearable with you by my side,” I could only sigh as I stroked her hair, truly she dictates the same way as an old friend of mine.
With a smile that rivals the sun curving on her lips, she pulls out a measuring tape from her purse. Ah, so this is the ‘measuring’ part she talked about.
“Since when you’re a tailor,” I snicker as her fingers trace the long tape to find the zero mark.
“Oww hush, you’ll be the first person I’ll measure so be kind,” she mutters as she unravels the tape, “Alright lady,”
She leans closer to me as her finger holds one side of the tape beside my bare ribcage, “Stay still,” she mumbles, easier said than done.
How can I stand still when her fingertips press against my skin? It’s my damn Achilles heel. She’s too close, way too close. I don’t know how to act nor what to think when she’s soo damn close to me, the air feels stuffy and the atmosphere feels way too intimate and somehow sexual?
Kill me now.
She almost has her small face pressing against my chest, my bare chest to be exact which made this seemingly harmless interaction so dangerous.
Her other hand still struggles to find the tape behind my back. “Your chest is too broad,” she complains, I just let out a snicker at her statement which made her lose her focus.
“M’sorry anything I could do to help ?” I couldn’t do anything though, I could only extend my arms to the side to let her in, closer to me.
“Just stay still,” she huffs. Alright then, I’m cool as a cucumber. Without any warning, her cheek presses against my chest as she hugs me.
The warmth of her skin seeps through my cold chest, now this warmth burns inside me. “Ah! This works,” well I’m happy for her but there’s practically no distance between us, not even an inch.
“Stay still ol’ hound,” I must’ve been moving too much. I look down at her, her fingers skillfully bring the other side of the tape in front of my chest.
Now her forehead rests against my chest as she struggles to read the number that transpires, “Uhhh how do I read this again ?” she huffs.
“Can’t read a simple measurement now ?” my hand finds its way back toward her head, brushing a loose strand back behind her ear.
“Don’t tease,” well of course I’m going to tease as if I’m not the one who's secretly flustered as hell.
“Alright got it, now I’m going to drag this down to your waist,” she smiles as she drags both of her hands down and tightens the tape around my waist.
I never thought of myself to be a squeamish person, but I am now. “Oh wow, your chest and waist ratio are quite something….”
“What d’ya mean by that ?” I ask as she looks up towards me, “Your waist is quite slim and also your shoulders are broad so you do have that hourglass silhouette…” she muses to herself.
Well, ain’t that interesting…..
“Oh yeah your shoulders and back !” she naps herself back from her trance, cute.
With that, she took a couple of minutes to measure my upper body to the best of her abilities. Albeit the fact that I need to crouch down a bit for her to be able to measure my shoulders and back.
She takes a couple of steps back with newfound determination exuding her. I guess it’s from the fact that she’s getting the hand of measuring me.
“Are we done now ?” I ask, rather impatiently. Her fingers still linger in any direction she wants. Mapping every single inch of me into her memory.
“Still a long way to go,” she huffs. I see that she wants me to be as still as a mannequin, the things I do for her…
She hums a familiar tune, a song I like to hum. She crouches down bringing the tape around my hips, then she circles back in front of me, “Pardon my intrusion,”
Well the sentiment is rather too late now, she had been breaching my personal space since the very beginning. She couldn’t help but rest her forehead against my lower stomach as she looked down, reading the tape.
“Take your time, s’not like I could go anywhere,” I sigh as I stroke her hair, letting her silky smooth locks stream through my fingers. “I thank you for your coordination,” she snickers as she looks up at me, pretty little thing she is.
So stinkin’ cute. I smile as I cup her cheeks, letting my thumb graze against his lower lip, “Anytime, Lady,” I reply, before casually folding my arms back against each other.
Why the fuck did I just do that?
“I’m going to go lower now, I need to get some measurements for your pants,” she continued her current action without any signs of discomfort, thank god. “Oh wow even a pair of pants, you spoil this ol’ hound too much,” I feel as though my chest cavities were filled with cotton, making my heart all warm and soft.
“We both know you spoiled me rotten, Gallagher,” she cuts me, the tape now encircling around my thighs.
“Have I now?” Honestly, she deserves more than I could afford.
“You have you silly hound. Now let me repay your kindness,” her face now rests against my thighs as the tape travels slightly lower.
“Heh is this your way into getting to my pockets again,” I snicker, knowing that it’s one of her best manipulation tactics. Acting all cute and then stealing my money.
“Hey! I’m spending my own paycheck on this mister,” she protests as she stands up. “Oh, she’s a big girl now. She doesn’t need my money anymore right ?”
“Well technically no,” she looks away to the side, biting her lips in annoyance.
“She doesn’t need my money, but I’ll give it to her anyway because she has me wrapped around her little fingers,” I cup her cheeks, guiding her face to see me. “Cuz she’s my lil lady,” I smile as I press our forehead together, I can feel a thin imaginary veil between us.
“Of course I am and you’re my old hound,” she wraps her arms around my neck as my hand rests on her waist.
The thin barrier that puts a blur in our relationship, but somehow it just feels right, whatever we are it’s perfect. I don’t need more or less, just her warmth against mine.
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fluff; she likes to touch, he likes to see her touch.
a/n : starting now every fic of mine that has his view on it means the fic is in his pov
She likes to touch.
She would let her fingers traverse through any surfaces she could find, whether it’s soft or cold she doesn’t mind. Her fingers seem to have a mind of its own.
I find it cute that she has this unquenchable curiosity, it’s oddly charming. Another thing I'd like to add is that she adores touching me. Well, I can’t really say what she finds so interesting about an old guy like me, my skin ain’t soft or anything.
It’s full of scars, it’s rough, coarse. Hell, my arm even glows, ain’t that creepy for a pretty girl ?
But she adores it like a kid holding her favorite toy, keeping it close and never letting it go. Once she sets her eyes on something, she’ll get it. Aghh perhaps that’s my fault for spoiling her too much, but how can I not ?
Maybe I’m a fool to let her boss around me, but then again I don’t mind it.
Not even a bit.
“Hey lady, can ya stop tickling my biceps ?” I sigh, looking at my arm that’s currently resting on her lap. It looks ridiculously big against her thighs. I couldn’t see her expression properly, I was too struck by her eyelashes, has it always been that long ?
My head leans forward right beside her face so I could see her better. From the bridge of her nose to her pouty lips painted by the pink rouge that I bought her yesterday, “Husshh I’m doing something important here !” she shushes me, the audacity of this brat.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I let her finger trace my veins, is she counting my heartbeat or something ? I can’t tell. She starts from my wrist to the farthest part of my arm that’s not covered by the sleeve. I rolled my sleeves earlier since it was annoying but I didn’t know my arm would be a plaything for the girl.
“Care to tell me what is this important thing ?” I ask, now her hands grip my biceps, perhaps squeeze is a better word to describe it.
Is she massaging my arm ?
“You know how you could read the future based on your palm,” she explains as she lifts my biceps towards me, well she struggles at it.
I lift my biceps for her to entertain her explanation,“Yeah ?”
“I’m doing it but to your veins instead,” that’s a cute excuse.
“So miss fortune teller, what do my veins say to you ?” I laugh as I tilt her chin up to look at me, never noticing how pretty her lips are.
Ahhh I’m gettin distracted.
“It said that we should eat steak for dinner,” she smiles, that’s a smile men would go to war for.
Including me naturally.
“Is that so ?” I ask, not noticing that my lips curve into a smirk.
“Yes, if it’s not for dinner then there’s an unlucky event that’ll happen in the foreseeable future,” she continues, I mean she wouldn’t have to do make up this little stunt. Hell, any desire that comes out of that pretty mouth is like a mission to fulfill for me.
“Well, I can’t have that now can I ? steak it is then,” I let out a small chuckle, before leaning closer to her. I brushed her hair back to press a small kiss on her forehead, then her face turned as red as a strawberry.
fluff ; the night’s cold and the warmth of your roommate might help you succumb back to sleep
Cold, your fingertips feel like it’s cupping bare ice.
It’s a chilly evening.
And sadly you’re wide awake in the middle of the midnight rain, even the warmth of your blanket couldn’t coax you back to slumber.
You arose from your bed, your fingers resting on the back of your neck. It elicits a sudden sting on your skin, your fingertips are freezing.
With a long sigh you pry your eyes open, you can’t sleep like this.
You need warmth, shared warmth.
And there’s only one source you could think of. Gallagher, your roommate.
You walk across the hall, eyes struggling to flutter open as your finger traces the wall waiting for it to finally end at his door.
Once it does, you simply turn the knob open. He never locked his door, most likely because it is often for you to sneak away into his room during the night.
He doesn’t mind it one bit, he even makes it accessible to you.
Stepping into his room reveals to you a sight of him wrapped around his own blanket, he rarely looks this soft, perhaps the fluffy material of his blanket is the source of his new look.
Your footsteps leave no sound as you walk closer and closer towards his bed, how convenient that the right side of his bed is vacant.
Slowly you peel the blanket off, it reveals a sight of him facing towards you, one of his hands resting underneath his head while the other rests beside his body.
You pay attention closely towards his arm that looms across your fated resting spot. Slowly you lift his arm, it’s heavy but you manage to rest it upon your thighs as you sit on the bed.
With light movements you rest your body upon the warmth of his bed, while also resting his arm around your waist as you huddle closer towards his chest.
When you hide him and yourself again under the blanket, it’s when everything feels right, it feels just right.
He smells nice, like a mix of something sweet yet woody. You can’t really make sense of it as your eyes grow heavier and heavier by each second.
Feeling his warmth embracing your body is like a natural melatonin pill you could get addicted to.
As your mind succumbs to the land of dreams you feel a familiar weight pressing against the top of your head, “Feelin cold again little miss ?”
“Yes, too cold,” you mutter against his warmth. He could only chuckle at the sight of you gripping tightly on his shirt, trying to hasten the exchange of warmth.
“Oh yeah ?, c'mere let me help you out,” he smiles as he grip your waist and pulls you closer to him, your face nuzzled comfortably against his neck, “Warm enough for ya ?”
“Perfect, thank you, but the bed isn’t too cramped for the both of us right ?” you mumble against his skin, feeling somewhat worried if he felt uncomfortable.
“It is cramped, but in a good way,” he yawns, leaving you to smile as the land of dreams greets you.
