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Foolish love, but damn if it isn't true
Fool!Guy and Fool!Honey
It's really fucking bad yall
They were bored.
They were the only one awake at 6:30 AM, and they hated it. Years of waking up early out of fear that they would be late for some sort of event or that if they didn't wake up early enough, they wouldn't be as productive was biting them in the ass.
So they decided to bother their adorable, grumpy, currently asleep boyfriend.
"Guy."
"Baby."
"Darling."
"Sugar."
"Flour. Egg. Butter. Vanilla extract. Baking soda. "Salt. If you don't answer me, the pet names are just gonna get weirder, Guy."
"Nothing? Alright."
...
Radio silence.
"My oatmeal cream pie. My tomato soup."
"My honey-"
It only took a second for Guy to grab the back of their head and shove their face into a pillow and lay on top of them. Rendering them immobile.
"Oomph!"
"First of all. I call you honey, not the other way around. Second of all, It's too early and you should go back to bed. Third of all, why were almost all of those "pet names" food related?"
"I'm bored... and I can't go back to sleep, and also, I'm hungry, and who said that you trademarked the nickname 'honey'?!"
He replied dryly. "I did."
They squirmed for a minute before giving up under him. "Can you get off of me now?"
He questioned them slightly, still mildly crushing them under his weight. "Are you gonna chill out?"
"Maybe..."
"..."
"....Okay I'll calm down... lame-ass..."
"Did you say something?"
"Nothing, sweetheart~"
"That's what I thought." He got off top of them and laid on his side while Honey wrapped their arms around him so he could nuzzle his face in their chest.
They eventually started scratching his scalp, and they made a small smile at him leaning into their touch. "Your roots are kinda showing. Do you want me to touch 'em up for you?"
Guy scrunched his face in confusion and slight judgment at their behavior, still mumbling into their neck. "Honey. Did you just sniff my hair?"
Guy buried his face in the crook of their neck and wrapped his arms around them even tighter, mumbling a tired response. "Yeah... Tomorrow."
Honey slightly shivers at Guy's warm breath on their neck, smirking at his clinginess. "Okay." Letting out a soft confirmation before burying their face in his hair, taking a deep whiff of his natural scent mixed with his coconut and mango shampoo.
Honey smirked at Guy's convicting tone. "What? You smell good."
Guy scoffed at honey, finding their fascination for his smell odd. "You're such a weirdo..."
"What? You want me to say you smell bad? 'Cus I could."
"I mean, you could, but then you'd just look like a liar..."
"Do you want me to appreciate your smell or say you smell gross?"
"You could just... not smell me. That's an option." He says, throwing out the proposition, knowing full well it won't be taken into consideration.
Honey, fake-considers his suggestion, very obviously not actually thinking about not smelling him. "Mmmmm nah I'll pass."
Guy rolls his eyes and holds Honey tighter, wrapping his legs around them like a koala. Squeezing them tightly while they play with his hair.
This was the life to Guy. Silence and cuddles, Honey's fingers tangling into his hair and Guy secretly taking in their scent. (Hypocrite) Who wouldn't love this serene, still moment...
"Has anyone told you you're absolutely perfect?"
Guy was stunned to say the least. For Honey to say something so out of the blue and something so sappy had his heart skipping a beat.
"Um... no? What's up with you?" Guy was confused. Confused but not that surprised. His Honey was always one to speak their mind, but sometimes they said things that had him flustered. And he wasn't exactly the best at preparing for their unaware sweet words.
"Just sayin'. You're adorable, you're sweet, you smell amazing all the time, and you feed me. That seems like perfect boy behavior to me."
Whoooo boy. Yep. This is how he dies. Four years of being together, and he still turned into a bashful mess whenever Honey was all mushy with him... which was most of the time.
"God you are so..."
"Sooo...? What?"
Guy lets out a soft, resigned sigh and leans into them. "Charming."
Honey snorts at Guy somewhat dropping the tough-guy act and admitting he finds them charming, their ego rising at his simple word of affirmation.
"And that's all the sappy shit you're getting out of me today. No more."
"Ahhh I knew it... you're no fun..."
"Not my problem."
"But you know what is your problem?"
Guy groaned, clearly not excited for whatever was about to come out of his Honey's mouth. "What?"
Honey spoke up with a smirk in their voice. "Breakfast~"
"Ughhhh...."
"Soooo. What should we have for breakfast? We could have waffles, hashbrowns, Omelettes, grits? Ooh! We could have French toast and sausage?"
Guy rolled his eyes as they rambled about various breakfast foods, but deep down he knew he'd make a four course breakfast meal for his Honey. Because they deserved it. They deserved the world after dealing with his sass and sarcasm and monotone, lackluster personality, and his absence of... everything for years and even deciding to date him after putting up with all of it.
So he'll gladly make them breakfast.
And gladly give them the whole world if they asked.
Anything for his Honey.
sketchish Enjolras and Feuilly for the Les Mis fanwork challenge Wk 1 Sprint (Meal) and also the Touching prompts list I’m working through (sitting close, knees touching)
Zeus: I can't believe you're late. Where have you been all this time?
Hermes: I had urgent circumstances...
At that time, urgent circumstances:
↬part twenty — snitch
↬watercolor
↬hwang hyunjin x reader | college au
you have a crush on him, he feels nothing. you'd do anything as long as you get to spend time with him, he takes it for granted. but even those who have feelings for someone can reach their limit, and hyunjin is the only one to blame.
a/n: i feel like this part is on the cuter (?) side, idk about you guys but i would love to read your thoughts on it 👀 tysm for reading and for your support, i hope you enjoy!!
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Anne nods, for want of anything better to do. It’s been her great piratical shame to have been brought up without wanting. Even before his first wife, her father had been independently wealthy and mildly successful. By the time Anne was born into things, comfortable may have verged upon insult: the only thing that had separated the Cormacs from the rest of the aristocracy, scandals aside, was birthright. Her upbringing has been in equal measure a gift and a burden, but it hardly warrants mentioning aloud now.
“Well, thank the gods ye’re rich in something, then, what with time and luck running out on us. All I’ve got’s a mean wit and a meaner mug.” And a knapsack full of novels nobody else has seen tucked away in the corner of her…could it be called a tent, small as it is?
She grins at Karlach and blames tief’s easy way for that lapse in judgement. It’s all jokes tonight; despite inviting the introspect in, this isn’t the night for it. She sets down to close to Karlach, out of burning radius but a smidge closer than she had set herself. She enjoys the heat, truthfully: the days are blistering hot and the nights shivering cold at sea, and this sudden change in weather isn’t sitting well with her.
“—Camp catches fire, ye’ve only time t’grab yer blades and three other things,” she says suddenly, as if inspired to ask. “What’re ye grabbing, assuming the fire can’t be put out?”
‘ all the wealth within these walls will never buy the thing called love. ’
HADESTOWN SENTENCE STARTERS PT III
Anne glances back in mild surprise at Karlach, the gold piece she was inspecting still held in a loose grip between thumb and forefinger. The waves of heat radiating off of Karlach’s body makes the air around her dance, giving the mounds of treasure around them mirage-like quality. Anne glances back down at the gold in her hand and huffs through her nose, standing and turning to Karlach with a softer expression. She’s a hard-nosed bitch to most of them—the Blade, the wizard, the cleric, the gith—but Karlach has an indomitable spirit that Anne likes and friendly cajolingness to her that makes her hard to dislike to boot.
“That’s ’cause live en’t bought, big girl.” Anne flips the coin to her. “It’s caught. Like a fire catches, maybe, or like a trap does.” She should know. Twice now she’s been in love, and twice burned and captured—one each literally, all metaphors aside. “Money buys nice things, and love en’t a nice thing.”
Superhero/ HotGuy-CuteGuy Au
Any similarities with mlb are mere coincidence we write it better /hj
Lovely diagram by @xmaruu11
Classic Jared & Jensen 🥰
Credits for every owner
Retired Timelords 😃
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Have some Sketchy Broppy~
Shut up, I love them, okay?- Fight me.
(Listen, I s w e a r I’m capable of coloring them in, I’M JUST LAZY-)