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A whole lotta domestic fluff (purely self indulgent). Forgive me for any incoherency or mistakes, this was written at 4:00am.
Timothy Wright - Lazy Mornings
The sun had yet to rise when Tim's alarm went off, the window next to your bed showing that it was still nearly pitch-black outside. You cracked one eye open to look at your boyfriend, finding that he was still dead asleep, snoring softly into your hair. Blinking a couple times, you squinted in the darkness and drew yourself closer to him with a groan. You patted his arm, which was currently wrapped securely over your torso with a whine.
"Your alarm is going off..."
Tim mumbled something inaudible to you, aimlessly reaching for his phone without opening his eyes. Eventually he grabbed a hold of it and turned off the noise, settling back into you with a heavy sigh.
"Don't you need to get up?" You asked drowsily.
"Five more minutes." He muttered back, tucking his face back into the crown of your head. He silenced anymore questions with a peck on your nose, prompting you to tuck your face back into his collarbone.
Now that you were awake, you found it difficult to go back to sleep, but you didn't find yourself minding much. Tilting your head back a bit, your gaze settled on your boyfriend's sleeping face. His mouth was slightly open, drooling a tad and snoring softly. You hummed fondly under your breath, scooting closer and resting a hand on the side of his face, gently rubbing his cheek with your thumb while you admired him.
Slowly the sun crept into your room. Tim had definitely overslept, but as he pressed a kiss into your forehead, he couldn't find it in himself to care. The two of you got up together, silently brushing your teeth and passing each other the other's meds when asked.
"What are we feeling for breakfast?" He asked, standing behind you while you brushed out your hair.
He slinked an arm over your waist and leaned against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he did.
"I'll go pick up whatever you want. We can have breakfast in bed." He continued with a grin, flashing yellowed teeth and raising his eyebrows at your reflection in the mirror.
You smiled back, turning your head to kiss his cheek and brushing your face against his sideburns.
"We've both already overslept enough, don't tempt me," You giggled, "How about we go to that diner down the street instead?"
He rolled his eyes playfully, still grinning.
"Fine fine.. I'd be a hermit if not for you." He replies.
"You were for a little bit, weren't you?" You teased, setting your hairbrush down and turning to face him.
He leaned forward more, pushing your back against the counter as you cocked your head back to look at him.
"That was uncalled for, sugar." He said, poking your ribs as he did.
You giggled again, swatting at his hand and slinking around him with ease, his eyes trailing you as you walked to the closet. With a smirk he came up behind you again and reached around you, grabbing himself a shirt and a pair of jeans out of the closet. As he did, he kissed the side of your face.
"The diner it is then. Don't worry about bringing your wallet, I gotcha."
Brian wakes you up, peppering your face with kisses until your eyes flutter open.
"Time to get up, come on," He whispers.
You bury your face in his chest, making him laugh quietly.
"No, no hiding. Come on."
He bribes you with the promise of some sort of caffeinated drink. Both of you work early mornings. You think he's weird for enjoying the structure of it, meanwhile he doesn't understand why you need to sleep as much as you do. He offers to brush your hair while you brush your teeth, and you happily let him.
He's careful, gently untangling any knots with his hands in case the brush wasn't doing the job. At one point, the brush catches on a tangle and yanks your head backwards. Brian presses a hand on the back of your head and kisses the back of your neck.
"Sorry baby, I'll be more careful."
He continues brushing out your hair, taking the time to be slow and methodical with it. You start falling asleep standing up, enjoying the sensation of having your hair played with. He brushes his knuckles over your shoulder softly, mumbling to you.
"All done, baby. Come on now,"
He takes your hand and pulls you along, letting you trail behind him while half asleep. He pulls a chair out for you at the kitchen table and guides you to sit down, before moving to start making breakfast. Your eyes drift to the kitchen window, admiring the start of the rising sun. You gaze trails to Brian, admiring him as he worked.
Your boyfriend always carried a distinct sadness in his eyes that seemed to fade in moments like this. He always seemed like his own mind tired him, his hands heavy with weapons often. But here, he is just yours, and that is all. That sadness seems far away, barely existent in the eyes of the man making you breakfast.
When walks back to the table, setting his plate across from you and your plate in front of you, you reach up and pull him down. Your lips brush against his, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
"Thank you." You smile.
"Anything, baby," He replies.
He doesn't match your smile, already steeling himself for the day. But he holds your hand across the table as you eat, watching him gaze out the window as the day approaches.
The hardest part of waking up for Toby is letting go. You're the first to wake in the mornings, squirming and blinking awake. You lean forward and brush a kiss against his lips. He follows you subconsciously when you pull back, his eyes flickering open, lips pursed expectantly for another kiss.
"It's time to get up," You whisper to him.
He groans and squeezes you tighter, curling into you like he's trying to climb into your skin. Toby looks up at you, resting his head on your chest and tilting his head forward with his lips still pursed.
"Nope. Only awake boyfriends get second kisses." You say, turning your head away from him.
He looks baffled each time, no matter how many times you do this. Eventually, your bribery works and he pulls himself out of bed, dragging you with him. He's always quiet when he first wakes up, leaving you to do most of the talking. You ramble to him about dreams, about your plans for today. He hums little noises of agreement and interest. By the time you're both in the kitchen, he's started rambling to you as well.
"You wa-wanna try and make wa-ffles this mornin-ing?" He asks, "I never see yo-u use that waffle ma-maker of yours, might a-as well give it a shot, hm?"
When you point out you don't have any materials for batter, he simply grabs his car keys. The two of you end up wandering a 24-hour convenience store at 7:00am in your pajamas, giggling as you try to find appropriate substitutes for certain ingredients. You get lucky and find waffle batter. Toby insists that you take three bags just to be safe.
This was a good decision on his part as both of you can't even seem to boil water for tea. The first batch of waffles leaves your house smelling burnt and sickly sweet. While waiting for the second attempt to cook, Toby dares you to take a bite of the ruined waffles.
"How much money will you give me?" You ask with a skeptical look at the pile of charred waffles.
"I h-have a quar-quarter."
You take his deal. The waffles taste like ass, and despite telling Toby this, he still takes a bite out of guilt for making you try them. His whole-body shivers when he does so and he apologizes to you profusely. The second batch is actually edible and the two of you share your victory, drowning them in syrup.
Jeff is always awake before you without fault. His missing eyelids provide no clues on whether he's awake or not, so instead you've learned to recognize his breathing. At night when he's asleep, he breathes slowly, almost wheezy through his mouth. Meanwhile, when he's awake, he breathes more through his nose. Jeff's nose whistles a bit when he breathes. He hates when you mention it, but you find it cute.
Currently, you were laid on top of him with your head on his chest, listening to the whistling sound of his breathing and watching as the sun slowly peaked through the closed blinds of the bedroom. One of his hands slowly combed through your hair, while the other rested on your lower back, rubbing up and down with his thumb. You allowed the silence to last for a little longer, shutting your eyes and enjoying the incoming sunbeams on your skin. After a while, you let out a yawn and turned your head, resting your chin on his chest and staring into his eyes.
"Finally. I've been laying here for hours, jeez." He muttered, his voice sounding extra hoarse in the mornings.
You dragged yourself closer, smushing your face into his neck with a sigh. He huffed, rolling his eyes and replacing his hand on your head.
"Just woke up and already clinging to me like a parasite," He grumbled, scratching your scalp, "You really are like a leech, ya know that? You take my food, my body heat, my clothes. Greedy little bastard..."
"Mhm..sure am." You mumble back, a sense of pride in your voice.
You lean your head further into his hand, enjoying the sensation. Eventually, he scoffs, removing his hand from your scalp and flicking your nose with his finger.
"Alright, that's enough. Your breath stinks, get up and go brush your teeth."
"Ironic coming from you," You tease, grinning at him and pushing yourself off of him.
Jeff rolls his eyes again, stretching as he pushes himself out of bed as well. His bones audibly pop as he does, shooting you a glare when you snort.
"You're annoying." He mutters, standing next to you at the bathroom mirror.
"Right back at you." You reply, giving him a petty wink as you get to brushing your teeth.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Jeff try to apply his eyedrops, grumbling to himself.
"Need a-"
"No." He cuts you off with a sharp glare in your direction.
You watch him struggle for a couple more minutes, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. You focus on your phone, until he steps between your legs, holding out the eyedrops and avoiding eye contact.
You grin, setting your phone aside and take the drops from him. Gently, you play a hand on his chin and tilt his head back and to the side, applying a couple drops to each eye. He looks up at you the entire time, allowing you to direct his head however you please until you finish.
You wake up alone, sometime past 9:30am. Despite waking up on your own, you smell your lover's cologne all over you, thanks to the oversized sweatshirt hanging off your shoulders. Climbing out of bed, you are met with traces of EJ. In the bathroom, your meds are already sorted in their correct dosages in your pill organizer. On the chair next to your wardrobe, a shirt of his sits, folded as an offering for you to wear during the day. Walking out into your kitchen yields an already cooked breakfast with instructions on how to reheat the pancakes he made so they don't get soggy. A stack of twenties sits on the counter as well, a handwritten note in cursive, reading:
"I love you; you looked beautiful this morning. Get yourself whatever you need for today. See you tonight."
You don't remember him getting out of bed at 5:00am to go do his job, or the kiss he pressed into your forehead, but you know he would never leave without doing so. Jack is quiet on his feet, allowing him to slip out of your room and make your day a little easier before it even starts.
When he gets home at the end of the day, he sits with you at the counter, listening to you ramble about your day and answering you with any questions you might have about what he did all day. You make dinner together, mostly consisting of him trying to keep you out of the kitchen for his own organizational sanity, and watch movies on the couch until you fall asleep. He nitpicks any medical show you watch and any horror movie with the slightest bit of unrealistic gore. His voice is calming. You wake up in your bed regardless of where you fell asleep, and he's gone again by morning.
Natalie stares at your face as you sleep, your entire body balanced on top of her. As uncomfortable and crushing as it may seem, she actually slept better this way. The compression helped soothe her nerves and quiet her mind for a bit. She also certainly didn't mind getting to stare at your face. Nat passed a glance at the clock on the bedside table, huffing under her breath when she saw it was almost morning. Turning on her side, she pulled you down with her so that you were sandwiched between her and the wall the bed was pushed up against.
"Mrph..Nat.." You mumbled, turning your head to look at her.
"What is it, sweet girl?" She cooed, curling up more against you.
"You're squishing me." You pointed out.
"Just trying to keep you trapped here forever and ever~" She hummed, tucking her face against your neck and beginning to pepper it with soft kisses.
With a soft sigh, you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling yourself closer to her as well. You gently nudged her legs, slotting your thigh between hers when she parted them for you.
"You aren't hungry at all?" You whisper to her, gently nudging her face out of hiding with your shoulder.
"Not enough to move." She replied with a shrug.
You admire the way her hair falls over her shoulders and frames her face, reaching up to tuck part of her bangs behind her ear. She met your gaze with a smile.
"What a sweet girl.." She whispered teasingly, leaning forward.
You met her in the middle, pressing your lips against hers, feeling as her hands came up to cup your face and pull you closer. She nips at your bottom lip when you pull away, grinning to herself proudly.
"You're a menace, Nat." You say with a smirk to match hers.
"I know," She states, "You're going to force me to get up with you now, aren't you?"
You do your best impression of an innocent smile, and she swats at your shoulder.
"Oh yeah, and I'm the menace, huh?" She huffs, finally loosening her grip on you.
