willmack for "You don't get points for suffering quietly."
Something was wrong with Will.
Mack might not be the most emotionally aware person in existence, but he could see it.
He could see the way that Will was drawing in on himself. How he was making himself smaller in hopes that no one would notice him. He went from being relaxed around the team to forcing his smiles and laughter in a way that made Mack's skin crawl.
No one else seemed to notice the way Will cracked jokes just to disappear into the background. How he started debates to keep people from looking to him when he was normally the social butterfly of the group, constantly making sure people were okay including the vets who would chirp him and ruffle his hair as if he was still a rookie.
Everyone else seemed to place the blame on the end of the season, but Mack knew better.
He knew better because he knew Will better than anyone on the team.
Will was Mack's person.
That was the best way he could describe the way he felt about Will. He was simply his person. The one that made sense when nothing else did. The person that made Mack feel like Mack and not some product that was being sold to people to keep them filling seats at the rink.
Mack knew Will better than he knew himself, and whatever this was had been buiidling for months now.
Maybe that was why he found himself staring at Will's side profile while some movie played on the tv of the apartment they were renting in Boston.
Will's jaw tensed. His shoulders had been stiff for weeks now. His body language, to Mack, screamed "don't look at me, don't talk to me".
Even when they had met up with Gabe, Will had kept his defenses high and Mack hated it.
He hated the fact that Will was hurting and locking everyone out because he thought he had to carry whatever it was alone.
"Stop staring at me"
Will's voice cut through the noise and the thoughts that were swirling in Mack's head.
He didn't even turn to look at him.
His eyes remained focused on the television, unseeing and unfocused.
"No", Mack replied without even thinking, "Not until you admit that something is wrong. Cause it is. I know it is"
The muscle in Will's jaw jumped as if he clenching his jaw even harder than before.
"Nothing is wrong", Will huffed, keeping his gaze on the couple arguing on the television, "You're imagining things"
Mack resisted the urge to grab his face and make him look at him. He knew that wouldn't make things better or right.
"I hate when you lie to me", Mack knew he was aiming low with that one. Will let out a hurt sound and finally looked at him, eyebrows pinched together in concern, "I know you're hurting. I want to be here for you. I'm your....I'm....what we have means something. I don't want to watch you hurt silently and pretend it's not happening"
Will's gaze softened a fraction at Mack stumbling over what to call this thing had because despite having no label, both of them just how much this meant.
Mack had toyed with the word love. He hadn't said it out loud. He didn't think it encompessed everything he felt for Will, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it.
"Mack....Macklin, you know I..."
Mack reached out to wrap his fingers around Will's wrist, squeezing soft because he did know.
They didn't need to say it or label it yet for him to know.
"Then let me in", Mack whispered, almost afraid incase Will shut him out again, "You don't get points for suffering quietly. You told me that, so now it's my turn"
Will looked at him, and his gaze wavered. He blinked, and suddenly those blue eyes Mack adore were watering, filling with tears that Will had been holding back for months now.
Mack moved.
He didn't even think. He just moved. Placing himself in Will's lap so he could bundle him into his arms. Will's forehead hit his collarbone, and Mack just wrapped him up in his arms, letting Will finally fall apart in a place that he felt safe to do so.
"I've got you" Mack whispered against blond curls, "I've always got you"
It wasn't a solution.
They would need to put words to what Will was feeling, but for now, it was enough.
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It starts small. After everything that happened, Mark just wanted to find someone who was so far removed from his hero life and somehow, he found you.
Bright smile, easy eyes, and completely unaware of his truth. Or even his name.
He was just a face in the crowd but god the way you smiled at him, the way you treated him so... normally. Like a human. A real person. One without responsibilities. One without the weight of the world on his shoulders. Not Omniman's son, or Mark Grayson who was always breaking promises. None of that. Just ... Mark.
Something he hadn't been since before he got his powers. Something he'd always taken for granted until afterwards. When he couldn't have that anymore.
And to you?
To you, he's just the guy who you bumped into at the bookshop and then somehow ended up seeing everywhere.
It was weeks of randomly seeing him at various location that you finally gathered the courage to approach him.
"If you're stalking me, you're doing a very bad job." You'd said with an easy laugh and gods above, devils below, Mark felt his heart skip several beats for it.
He had shaken his head and laughed nervously. Something about coincidences and how the universe works in strange ways.
But he couldn't help himself. You were so beautiful. So untouched by the cruelty he knew.
So he did what he shouldn't have done. He asked you to sit. To join him.
That little meeting turned into a day's worth of conversations. About everything. About nothing. And when you parted ways, he wanted to keep you. Or maybe have you keep him? He wasn't sure but he knew he wanted more. More than just this fleeting connection.
So... numbers got exchanged and the dates- well, no, not really, not officially- but the meetings continued. The conversations became softer, lighter.
Random texts of hope you're dry whenever a storm rolled in or did you see this? with a new clip attached.
Mark was just grateful for it all. He didn't have to save you. He didn't have to fight to be your friend. He could simply say BRB and disappear for hours before coming back and the conversation continued as if he never left.
There was a simple warmth to the way you existed that brought him to his knees, honestly. When you listened with full attention. When you talking about random things without expecting him to have a world changing opinion.
And he knew it wouldn't last forever. His secrets always threatened to claw their way out, bubble up at the back of his throat like bile. But he was selfish enough, for the first time ever, he wanted to be selfish enough to take whatever he was given and say thank you for it.
I slowly move my hands up to his orange mask. Carefully removing it off his face. His blue eyes seemed to stare into my soul. I traced his face with my pointer finger, feeling the texture of his skin against my finger pad. The hairs of his eyebrows tickle my finger, the slight bumps on his cheeks that you wouldn’t know are there just looking at him, the stubble of his chin lightly pricking my finger. He looks perfect like this. I ghost my finger over his mouth and lean in. The kiss is soft and gentle, like he’s scared to hurt me. I move my hands to hold his face. His hands hesitantly wrap around my waist. We pull away only when our lungs lack oxygen.
Hi deary, I have a request, if you are in the mood for it. Take all the time you need of course!
Something fluffy with Safin and his little sister Irina? Teaching her a game, for example?
Hi sweetie, here it is sorry for the long delay, i had this small idea hope you like it <3
Sibling Bonding Lyutsifer Safin
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Lyutsifer Safin sat cross-legged on the grass, his little sister Irina perched next to him. The sun was shining high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the sprawling countryside. It was a beautiful day, and Lyutsifer had decided to spend it with his sister, teaching her one of his favorite childhood games.
"Okay Irina," Lyutsifer said, holding out his hand. "Give me your hands." Irina looked up at him with wide eyes, giggling as she placed her hands in his. Lyutsifer began to clap his hands together, creating a rhythmic beat.
"Clap, clap, clap, your hands," he sang, "to the rhythm of the band. Clap, clap, clap, your hands, and dance across the land.."
Irina laughed and clapped along with him, her tiny hands slapping against his. They continued the game for a few minutes, moving to the beat and laughing as they played.
Lyutsifer stopped suddenly, pulling out a small flute from his large pocket. "Here, Irina," he said, handing it to her. "Try playing this."
Irina's eyes widened with excitement as she took the flute, holding it carefully in her small hands. Lyutsifer showed her how to hold it properly, and with a little encouragement, she began to play a few notes.
It wasn't perfect, but Lyutsifer didn't care. He was just happy to see his little sister so joyful, her eyes lighting up as she tried something new.
"Good job, Irina!" he said, clapping for her. "You're a natural musician."
Irina beamed with pride, her cheeks flushing with happiness. It was a simple moment, but it was one that Lyutsifer knew he would cherish forever. His little sister was growing up so quickly, and he wanted to make sure that she had plenty of happy memories to look back on.
As they lay in the grass, looking up at the clouds, Lyutsifer felt a sense of peace wash over him. In that moment, he knew that there was nothing more important than the bond between siblings, and he vowed to always be there for Irina, no matter what.
ok ok, so this one may be a litttlllleeee self indulging because- hey, I'm feeling a bit love dovey, AGAIN lmao.
I can see you having favorites with Zenitsu, sure he could be raucous, wildly eccentric and a bit of a cry baby, but hey- he was adorable and you immensely admired his fighting spirit (whenever he "fell asleep"). So after a long day of training him, Tanjiro and Inosuke, you decided it was time for a well needed break.
Setting up a little picnic by the tallest wisteria tree, you laid out the blanket, set up the delicious bento boxes and beverages and let the boys have their fill of what they desired. With Inosuke constantly swatting between Tanjiro's and Zenitsu's food, you'd gladly give the two boys your portion of your bento box. Even though Tanjiro would feel impeccably bad for you to hand out your share of the food, that you single handily made from scratch. But of course, you persisted, ignoring the gentle, kind soul's inclinations.
After indulging in the delicious meals, the boys had sprawled all around you, soundlessly and peacefully snoozing away. With Tanjiro leaning his head on your right shoulder, Inosuke leaning against your back with his, and Zenitsu simply nudged comfortably on your plush lap, you couldn't help but form a small, graceful smile. Adoring the strong, young three Demon Slayers peacefully resting around you with such ease and contentment, you couldn't help but feel the warmth that infused in your heart resonate throughout your nestled body.
"My! I must've just missed such a delectable meal!" the familiar vibrant, boisterous voice chanted out before you, lifting your gaze, you were met with the spirited, lively flame Hashira himself. Blonde and vermilion locks glimmering out so brightly and beautifully with the suns rays peering from behind him, his golden, glistening irises illuminating just as much so "Rengoku-san!" you gingerly smiled, feeling the budge of Inosuke's head rustle behind you "I see you have been working them quite thoroughly!" he chortled enthusiastically, arms crossed his broaden chest "A bit yes, haha, but they do deserve this...they've earned it" you gently raked your fingers down into Zenitsu's brighten, blonde locks "Hmm, they are quite spirited and dedicated! such promising boys!" he hummed with approval, glimpsing curiously over to the last bento box you had saved on your left, following his prying gaze, you couldn't help but lightly giggle.
Patting the empty spot beside you, as you lifted the sealed lunch you welcomed your fellow Hashira to settle beside you "Please, join us, there's an extra lunch here for you, Rengoku-san" you offered kindly, watching the elevated glint in his sparkled optics radiate brightly, nodding to your welcoming hospitality, he'd gladly nestle his self beside you. Gently accepting the generous offer you had handed him "Thank you, L/n-san!" he beamed you a heart warming smile, opening the box and pulling out the chopsticks. Saying his thanks once more, he took a bite from your home made bento box and hummed with such elated delight "Mm! Delicious!" he chanted robustly, stirring the slumbering blonde beneath you briefly, drifting his piqued irises back to you with such elation "This is incredibly delicious! did you make these, L/n-san?!" he embarked another bite, expelling another lively chant, chuckling amusingly at his little bursts of joy, you simply nodded "I did, home made them myself, is it alright?" you tilted your head, noticing the cute little flush tinting on his puffy, adorable cheeks "Indeed! this is the most exquisite meal I have ever consumed!" he inquired with such joy, finishing the last bit of his food.
Feeling familiar warmth creep into the lush of your flesh, you gently curved your head to the right. Halting, as you felt the soft breathing of Tanjiro's sleeping figure brush down the stride of your haori.
Another humble smile pressing into your warm skin "Mmm...I will be quite envious of the man that will marry you someday, L/n-san" it nearly came out so much as a soften whisper, with the sudden erratic bellowing of the trees flowing through the bristling wind and the looming noises of the three boys snoring, you could feel your heart patter frantically against your rib cage. Pupils slightly dilated, as your lips parted mildly, feeling the added weight collect onto your right shoulder.
Blonde and crimson tresses capturing your peripheral vision, carefully glancing over to the comforting blonde, resting cozily onto your shoulder "R-Rengoku-san..." you spoke with breathy mutters, lips barely motioning "Mm, is this alright, L/n-san?" he inched closer into your shoulder, warm breaths trickling along the structure of your under jawline "Y-yes...I-it's quite alright..." you softly spoke, feeling the heat that seeped into your lush cheeks, deepen in hue, listening to his infamous, comforting hum, braze through the air and into your fluttering heart.
⤜❥ lol idk, I just had this adorable image of reader and the boys enjoying a nice, breezy, cloudless beautiful day with the added company of Kyo! ♡ ٩(ᵔ▿ᵔ ۶)🏵
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A/N: I think I got a cavity from writing all this sickening fluff but I have zero regrets and want to wrap myself in Dr Spencer Reid for the foreseeable future, so here's one gratuitous Spence drabble
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
There were few things Spencer Reid truly loved more than the days where the sun filtering through the curtains woke him rather than the scream of an alarm or the BAU’s ringtone. To be able to curl into the duvet further instead of slipping silently from the bed and dressing in a hurry. So often he felt as though his feet never really touched the ground. When it wasn’t jet trips to crime scenes or international incidents, it was days at his desk piled under paperwork or guest lectures to give. He loved his job and was infinitely grateful for all the amazing opportunities he'd had since leaving college, but sometimes a man needs to lie horizontally in his own bed for a bit. These four walls and the life held within them were a safe haven away from the overwhelming, often awful, world outside it. There were no murders or kidnappings or snide law enforcement in here, only plush sofas surrounded by bookcases and filled with your favourite smells in candles and flowers.
On a lazy spring morning, Spencer finds himself reaching out toward your peaceful body before pulling back to take the quiet moment to observe, legs still tangled in the sheets and face nuzzled against the soft pillows littered across the head of the bed. The light that had awoken him, now illuminating your face and the hair that fanned out in a halo on the sheets, drove him to lazily drag an arm over your waist to bring you back against his chest. A light purr of contentment rising from your lips earns a smile on his own as you burrow deeper into the warmth, beginning to stir from your dreams.
“Good morning beautiful,” a kiss pressed to your temple then to your cheek, another to your forehead and jaw, his lips brushing against yours before leaning back with a smile.
“Mornin’ Spencey” you coo, sleepily reaching out your hands in grabby motions in his direction until you’re satisfied your bed partner has settled against your chest.
Spencer finds himself running his hands through your hair, pushing it away from your face to watch your lashes flutter along your cheeks and nose scrunch when you grin, humming in appreciation. The two of you lie there for some time, wrapped in one another surrounded by the rare comforting silence filling the room. There was nowhere the two of you felt safer than in your self-made slice of paradise.
It was your turn to take in the man you got to call yours. Derek might have originally started referring to Spencer as ‘pretty boy’ as part of his brotherly ribbing, but he’d hit a bullseye. Everything about your lover was pretty – the curls he’d let grow out brushing his cheeks, the angle of his jaw you always pressed quick kisses to, the eyes that glittered with laughter or love or excitement, and the soft lips currently curling into an amused smile at your intent observations. Allowing your eyes to wander away from the cheeky look he was throwing your way, you twist in the sheets to free an arm before reaching up to caress his cheek.
“Did you know a study found that couples who kissed often were more likely to share the same microbiota which builds a stronger immune system? Apparently, by often, they mean at LEAST 9 times a day…” You mutter softly with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
“Well, a person can always be healthier I’d argue,” comes the thoughtful reply, before you suddenly find yourself pinned to the mattress beneath a ruffled and flushed man now pressing kisses to every area of exposed skin he can find. Giggling together at the onslaught, you let him have his way, enjoying the carefree moments where his brain stops whirring and clicking for once. Spencer can’t even begin to believe his luck, that someone is so eager to stick around for all his quirks and baggage, who would take a morning of cuddles with him over any lottery in the world (whilst giving as good as they got with the information flowing from their brains).
When his lips distract him in finding that soft spot below your ear, you take the moment to wrap your legs around his bare waist and flip the two of you over. A surprised gasp releases from your bewildered boyfriend, quickly swallowed when you join your lips to his. Drawing your hands behind you to pull the duvet over your heads in a cocoon-like cushy fort, you get lost together in the warmth and adoration filling the air. Pressed together, never possibly close enough, heated kisses to keen mouths, urgent hands running through sleep dishevelled hair and across flushed cheeks.
After what feels like millennia have passed in the clouds of your bed, Spencer attempts to roll away and stand, hunting out his pyjama pants. Casting a glance behind him he sees only the content look across your face, eyes closed in heady bliss. Before he reaches the door to head toward the kitchen and his friend, caffeine, there’s a rustling in the bed behind him.
“Hey there, Dr Reid?” Turning to see you’ve propped yourself up on your elbows, peeking from the duvet still entwined around you.
“Love?”
“Did you know a study found that men who kiss their partners every morning missed less work because of illness, got in fewer accidents, earned more, and lived about 5 years longer than those who didn’t kiss their spouses on the cheek on a daily basis?”
One poor attempt at holding in his full body laughter at the sight of such a serious science proposal coming from a person half-naked and resembling some angel with a bird’s nest on their head has him stepping to kneel in front of the bed once more.
“Is this just another clever excuse to coax me back to kisses and cuddles?”
I need some soft softness right now, preferably maybe a soft scruffily Dan with his curls or maybe a big burly Michael, that can cuddle me and tell me that everything is okay.
I’m sleeping at my own apartment for the first time tonight and I’m really anxious about that 😬 so I need two/ or one aussie or maybe a brit who can hold me.. 🥺
Awww babes I know being on your own can be scary at night, but it’ll get easier 🤍 hope you enjoy this drabble!
The Impromptu Sleepover: a Dan!Drabble
You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried not to focus on how hot you were under the two blankets and comforter you’d stacked on top of your body and partially your head. With the pillows leaned on your head, your whole body felt like it was boiling under your bedding.
It was so stupid to you. You were an adult. You were finally on your own, just as you wanted. No more family, no more friends, no more obnoxious roommates, just a place all to yourself. This was what everyone strived for, right?
Then why did it terrify you?
You had been giddy all day, unpacking and listening to music. Even making yourself dinner had been a blast. But then nighttime came.
Every sound in and around your home sounded amplified from your bed. In the stillness of the night, you laid buried under all these barriers that promised to protect you if they didn’t smother you first.
This is ridiculous, you thought as tears filled your eyes.
Ripping the covers off yourself and kicking them to the edge of the bed, you snatched your phone off the bedside table and turned on your lamp. You couldn’t stay up all night, but you also couldn’t imagine staying the night alone asleep like this.
Your eyes glanced around the room as the silence threatened to swallow you whole. Fear over pride, you swiped the call button your screen.
Three rings later, a sleepy “Hi?” greeted you.
You took a breath, not quite knowing what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety from every direction
Daniel called your name again, the background creak of his bed told you he was sitting up, “Are you okay? Is everything alright?”
“M’scared.” You mumbled.
“What?”
“I am scared.” You said louder, your voice with a slight tremble.
“Of what?”
“Everything.” You breathed out, “it’s so quiet, and I-I I keep hearing my neighbors and it s-sounds like they’re here and I just hear every little sound and I-I locked my bedroom d-door even though I’m alone and I know I am-“
“I’m coming.”
Your jaw dropped, “What?”
“See you in a minute.”
The double beep of him hanging up had you swinging your legs out of bed, and pushed yourself to your feet. You hurried to the door before you paused. Taking a deep breath, you pulled it open and ran down the hallway to where the switch was. Flipping it on, you ran across the next room, the kitchen, and flipped that light switch on.
You weren’t sure why no one had ever mentioned to pay attention to light switches when apartment hunting. With them in the far corners of the rooms, you had to sprint across them to turn them on. Your cardio would end up impeccable during your time here if your anxiety failed to cease.
A knock at the door made you gasp, and you cursed yourself as you pushed yourself on to your toes to look through the peep hole, instantly seeing Dan at your doorstep.
“You really didn’t-“
“Shhhh,” Daniel walked in past you, “I know how it is. Aren’t you happy we ended up down the road from each other now?”
Earlier in the day, the two of you had joked about how you ended up just down the street from each other after you both had apartment hunted without talking to each other about the specific places you were looking.
“Lucky for me,” you teased as you walked toward the kitchen with him, “not so lucky for you.”
“Oh stop.” Daniel groaned before he peeked down the hallway, “Did you turn on all the lights?”
Your face burned with embarrassment.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as he walked toward you and wrapped his arms around you, “it’s okay.”
You hugged him tightly as you held back tears, “M’just not used to being alone.”
“You don’t want to get used to that.” He said flatly in your ear.
You instantly felt your guilt double as you realized you complained about loneliness to the one man who was constantly traveling the world, never in one place twice or for long, even if he was in one of his homes. He was so physically unavailable, that even in your weakest moments your mind didn’t allow you to toy with the idea of his emotional availability.
“I’m so sorry. I know you probably have a flight or something.” You tried to pull yourself from Dan but he didn’t let you.
“Today at noon,” he answered, ignoring the way you flinched when you realized it was well after midnight, and placed his hands on your shoulders, “plenty of time for a friend.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” He smiled, instantly lifting the mood, “I have a flight at noon, soooooo-“ he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind him down the hall, all the way to your bedroom, “we’re sharing the bed.”
You blanched for a moment before you quickly recovered, “Yes! Yes, of course, I didn’t even- yes, you came here so obviously you get the bed.”
Daniel looked at you, “I meant the both of us.” He leaned down toward you, “As long as it won’t make your head explode.”
“Shut up!” You yelled as you shoved him playfully.
He laughed as he backed out of the room, “You stay here, I’m gonna get the lights.”
When he was gone, you looked down at yourself and panicked. You were in shorts and a hoodie, and your bed sheets were clean. Daniel might’ve been your friend, but that didn’t mean you were stupid. He was a very attractive, sweet, successful, caring friend and you’d be damned before he slept next to you as a mess.
When he came back into the room, he shut the door behind him and looked at you in the bed. He froze for a moment before he walked over to your desk. With his back turned to you, he pulled his hoodie off and stepped out of his shoes. You took a deep breath when the t-shirt he had on under his hoodie lifted and showed half of his sculpted back.
You couldn’t even properly admire the glimpse with the way your hands were still shaking from anxiety.
When he got the lamp with the switch near the now closed door, your sharply inhaled, the only light in the room coming from the window.
“Relax,” he cooed as he climbed on to your bed beside you, “not gonna let the monsters get you.”
You scoffed as you pulled one of your sheets up to your chin.
“It’s okay.” he said softly, laying down and facing you with his eyes closed, “M’not gonna let anything happen to you.”
Your heart pulled at his words and you felt yourself melt as he rubbed his cheek against your pillow and deeply inhaled, no doubt able to smell you in the sheets. His hand laid between you both and you tentatively reached out and let your fingertips brush against his.
The reaction was instant.
Without even a flinch in his face, his long fingers wrapped around yours and he pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your fingertips before pulling it against his chest. Your hand was so close against him, you could feel the snuggly heat he emitted.
“M’right here.” He mumbled sleepily.
You watched him for a few minutes, trying to discern whether or not he was asleep and actually get some rest before he took off across the world again, or just pretending to put you at ease.
You looked away from him and realized how not scary it was with him there, and decided to enjoy being spoiled for the night. Scooting closer to him, your head ducked under his chin and got as close to him as you could without actually touching him. Enveloped by his warmth, you peacefully closed your eyes.
With your head in his chest, you completely missed the small smile on his face as you settled.
A shiver ran down your spine, causing your body to jerk awake. The sun was barely up and just peaking through the curtains as you dragged yourself out of bed. The icy air hitting your skin as you shivered once again, wanting nothing more than to get back into bed. Padding downstairs you checked the heating quickly realising it was broken, letting out a deep sigh. No wonder it was so cold. Before you could move to put some coffee on a pair of strong warm arms wrapped round your waist, a chaste kiss placed on your shoulder. ‘Come back to bed baby...’ Daichi’s husky voice barely reaching your ear as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. ‘I have stuff to do Daichi...’ You chuckle as you lean back against him, giving in to his warmth. ‘Doesn’t look like you’re in a rush to do them though...’ He responded as he peppered kisses on your neck. You couldn’t deny the fact you loved seeing your boyfriend like this, he was always so affectionate when he was sleepy. ‘I have to ring the guy to fix the heating! Its freezing baby!’ You whined trying to wiggle free from his grasp which only caused him to tighten his hold. ‘We can always warm ourselves up without it...’ He breathily whispered into your ear gently nipping your lobe, causing you to ache between your legs. A smirk graced his lips as he scooped you up carrying you back to bed, safe to say you might leave the heating broken for a bit longer...
A/N ~ So i should be writing my actual birthday drabbles for him but here i am instead... writing random soft drabbles for him instead😂🤤
