A/N: Self indulgent fluff for my favourite self indulgent ship and my main fave @kurtwxgners who had a bad day and deserves cuddles from our favourite boys
Your brain feels like it has melted and is about to come pouring out of your ears. Fumbling for your keys in the bottom of your bag, you slump against the wall next to your apartment door, doing your best not to think about the terrible, awful, no good, very bad day you just had. There had been no real coffee that morning, so you’d had to settle for decaf, nothing seemed to go right at work, everything felt hellishly stressful and all you really want to do is curl up in your cosiest pyjamas and stay in bed for the next hundred years or so. Finally locating your keys at the bottom of a pocket in your bag they definitely were not supposed to be in, you walk into your apartment and straight through to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes.
Pulling a sweater over your head (you’re not sure whether it’s Warren’s or Alex’s, and you really don’t care at the moment), you head out to the main living area where both boys are watching TV on the couch and flop down into an arm chair, curling up against the cushions. A couple seconds later, you hear the volume on the TV drop, and then Warren is scooping you up, lifting you gently out of your chair before carrying you over to the couch and settling you in his lap, rubbing soothing circles across your shoulders.
“Bad day?” Alex asks, voice gentle. You mumble incoherently, burying your face against Warren’s chest, too tired and brain dead to form a comprehensive reply, and Alex hums sympathetically, giving your hand a comforting squeeze before getting up from the couch. Warren presses a soft kiss to your temple, tucking you closer against him.
“You wanna talk about it or no?” He asks gently and you shake your head, leaning back into the circle of his arms.
“I just wanna eat dinner, watch some bad TV and go to bed early,” You mumble tiredly, and he just nods. You hear footsteps as Alex returns to the couch, sitting down beside Warren and slinging an arm around his shoulders.
“I put a frozen pizza in the oven. I figured you didn’t want to cook and none of us want to endure my terrible cooking, so we can eat pizza in front of the TV,” He suggests, reaching out to tilt your chin up so he can lean in and kiss you. “How does that sound?” He asks, thumb brushing softly across your cheek, and you smile gratefully up at him.
So it appears the channel making the Raven Cycle tv show is only in America…. of fucking course it is. 🙃 if it doesn’t air on another channel in my country then it better do what shadowhunters does and have it air on Netflix the day after for other countries or I’m going to be so unbelievably angry- I just wanna see my raven boys on tv this isn’t fair :(
my school changed the cable tv so you can’t just plug a fuckin cable cord in cause that was just too easy and made too much sense i guess cause now they just expect you to have one of those fuckin roku things or a smart tv to connect to this app that lets you access live tv and it’s like…………. i’m not made of fuckin money and this is dumb as shit
The minute they get back to the bus, Michael and Luke still bickering over the success of their Pokemon hunt, Ashton hops aboard first and blocks off the narrow hall to the bunks with his body, spreading his arms out so that no one can pass.
“What are you doing?” Calum asks, brow furrowing as he narrows his eyes at Ashton.
“Nothing yet,” Ashton says smartly, pulling his arms down. “But I’m about to begin some very important home renovations, and as such I request that none of you come back here.”
“As such?” Luke repeats, making that same incredulous face that always makes Calum want to laugh at him.
“Home renovations, Luke,” Ashton repeats, taking a step back. “It’ll only be a few minutes I think, and then you can all resume your regularly scheduled bunk-related activities.”
I want someone to love me like Booth loves Bones.
He just accepts her weirdness and moves on. Sure he doesn’t fully understand her out why she thinks the way she does. He obviously is in love with her even thought they are about as the same as glue and peanut butter.
He loves her for her. And never asks for anything different.
I want that kind of love. Im kinda hard to love like that. I confuse people and they don’t understand me.
I just wanna meet my Booth.