Jul 23, 2023
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uh. uhm.. men's tummy hair..
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I need a boy to cuddle with, like now. I need to put my face in his neck and I’ll run my hands through his hair. Just on the couch, watching whatever comes on. Sharing a few kisses and just enjoying each others company like is that too much to ask? 😩
“i’m gonna shut up” boy x “but i love your voice” boy
credits: mlmcandy on twitter
c'mere so i can kiss ur stupid pretty face n tell u how ur so stupid n pretty. ily. :(
Anyways the fact that im not baking a cake for someone right now is homophobic. I want to be someones baker boyfriend so that i could smudge frosting on their lips. It’ll be okay though ill kiss it off.
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time to write my boyfriend a 3 page love letter because I'm hella gay for him and he deserves to know how much he is loved
Chapter 9 : Sleepwalking
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A little breather chapter inspired by a particularly difficult day I was having. So Sky gets to have a hard time too.
< Chap 8 : Chap 10 >
the only thing I can think about rn is moving in with him.
falling asleep in his arms every night, feeling safe and more comfortable than I would be with 10 pillows.
waking up and feeling his warmth on the crisp morning, listening to my beloved speepyheads gentle snores as he completely ignored the alarm. (I'm not helping by dismissing it as soon as my phone makes the slightest sound)
coming home from work to him, collapsing into his arms and complaining about the karens and bosses and minor inconveniences. or, on nights he works later than me: greeting him with a comforting cup of herbal tea and and listening to his stories and cuddling him on the couch.
it's the little things. it's all the small things.