#guggi04

Jan: Um, sure, okay.

Next day

Jan: *hands Kris a bouquet of flowers*

Kris: What’s this for?

Jan: I don’t know, I’m as confused as you are!

As for a prompt?? Mmmm, I’m thinking something silly and lighthearted. It almost has to be when it’s those two, yeah? 😉

So my prompt is BoJure + ‘Pay attention to me!’

Maybe this could be of inspiration: https://pin.it/3BuOiAI1G

Ayyyy it’s about time I write them, no? Thanks for the prompt!

BoJure, 400 words, rated G.

The only thing that betrayed Jure trying to sneak into the kitchen was the soft sound of a hushed giggle he wasn’t able to keep in. Bojan pretended not to notice and allowed himself to gasp in surprise when his boyfriend’s arms slung around his waist from behind. The shocked hitch of his breath that followed was real though, when Jure’s lips brushed over the side of his neck.

“What are you doing?” Bojan asked through a chuckle.

Jure pressed a kiss to his skin. "Just appreciating my snack."

Bojan wants to kiss every freckle too but after the 40th kiss Jure gets impatient 😅

yesssss cutiessss <33 and maybe he draws constellations between them, because its so cute ✨️

Who’s sitting together and making weird faces..?? Could it be.. HÄÄRIGUARD!🤩💛 (It’s their wedding and the fancy room is the venue where they’re currently having the party lol. And yeah, Hä *would* wear Käärijä merch at his own wedding)

#hääriguard

Aw yes I am looking!!! Thank you for sharing 🧡🧡🧡 this mushroom is under special protection hihihi 🤭

Joe traps Booker in an elevation adjustable bed by pressing both buttons on the remote and sandwiching a panicking Booker in between the mattress.

Nile and Nicky fill their cart with every. single. thing. they see and have plans of assembling ALL the furniture at home. They manage half a nightstand when they get back home before giving up.

Andy is in it for the meatballs and cinnamon buns! The rest of the guard goes looking for her. Joe runs all the way through IKEA three times (that’s almost a Marathon!) when they finally find her ordering three servings of ice cream.

Quynh waits in the car outside.

At the end of the day, they forget Booker who’s still trapped in the bed.

Dear God and all the saints, I laughed so hard at this.

Friend, this? This is pure joy. Thank you so much for bringing this to my inbox because I physically felt my spirits lift. Who needs yoga to undo the stress in my shoulders when I can think about Booker being accidentally left inside a bed in an IKEA. How does no one even notice, he’s so big??

That’s inside-joke content for the next decade. “Hey Nile, how’s it going?” “Physically I’m here but spiritually I’m trapped inside a bed in an IKEA.” “Oh, worm?” “Hey, congrats on using that correctly, you’re just a couple years off relevancy now!” “Shut up, I’m gonna make it so you’re physically inside that IKEA bed.”

Also, Nile and Nicky in this are a Whole Mood. I, too, have optimistic aspirations about my furniture assembling skills that in no way correlate with reality.

I just got this 🌶🍋 thought a couple of days back. Booker and Nile being besties, but recently she’s getting irritated that she’s never able to spend any time with him because he sleeps all day. (Of course thanks to Joe and Nicky because they keep him up all night) 😉

A/N: Hello friend, long time no see! Thanks for the prompt. I hope you’re doing ok. There’s a lack of spicy lemons here - haven’t been much up to writing spicy lemons lately - but I hope this suffices nonetheless x

- -

Nile can barely stop the frisson of annoyance and frustration that prickles under her skin. In the bright morning light that halos Joe’s dark curls and crowns Nicky in gold, she can see the bare leg that hangs out from under the covers. Even without her gaze to follow that trail of form and skin, Nile knows that Booker is sleeping the sleep of the dead.

Joe smiles, rueful and full of boyish innocence that she doesn’t buy. Nicky deftly shrugs around pulling on a fresh T-shirt while puttering around the room, picking up their discarded clothes on the floor. Nile narrows her eyes suspiciously at them. She’s so sure they’re doing this on purpose! 

Every single time she has planned an outing with just herself and Booker, it’s always derailed by Joe pulling Booker in to pose for him or Nicky needing the man to head on a treasure hunt for this one specific ingredient for a meal he last made in the 50s or some shit. Or even, ridiculously happening a few times, distracting Booker with enough sex to tire an immortal.

Honeymaren: No, I don't.

Elsa: Ah, well, then my sister here, Anna, she'll tell you.

Anna: Elsa is a queen.

Elsa:

Anna: Um, uh a great queen!

Elsa: Anna, is that all you can say? Why don't you tell the lady here that I am a unique queen, unsurpassed, the greatest that ever lived?

Anna: Well, there doesn't seem much a point now. You've already told her yourself.

Elsa: Ah, yes. But it is more agreeable to preserve the modesty.