Take a moment to imagine Francis and Sadik living together.
The mix of classic French and Turkish interior decorating. Antiques from both countries fill the house along with art, music and, whenever the TV’s on, the sound of soap operas in French or Turkish. But no matter what, everything’s dusted in a fine layer of cat hair from the house cat, who they both spoil, Francis openly and Sadik more on the sly.
The massive bed with the most expensive silk sheets they could buy because they’re both terrible hedonists sometimes. Topped with pillows you could use as a flotation device and at least two mattresses. Them sleeping late on weekends and days off while the sun filters in through the curtains. Francis waking up a bit early and snuggling against Sadik’s chest to go back to sleep. Both of them waking up early on the other one’s birthday to cook them a special birthday breakfast.
Speaking of cooking, imagine then cooking together. Teaching each other the traditional dishes from their home, sharing family recipes, learning each other’s favorite dishes. Cooking is a ritual with them, an intimate thing because of how important it is to each of them. Francis knows just what to make to cheer Sadik up after a rough day and Sadik’s food is the only thing other than his dick that can make Francis beg.
Them decorating their house for both Ramadan and Christmas, and taking turns visiting family for the holidays. One year they go to Istanbul to stay with Sadik’s family for a week or two during Ramadan, the next they stay with Francis’ mother and brothers in Bordeaux for Christmas.
Francis wheedling and coaxing and nudging until Sadik agrees to come to the Paris Pride parade with him. Sadik being a little awkward and unsure at first, because he’s not used to being “out and proud” like Francis is, but slowly starting to get into it. Sadik deciding he wants to try to make the Pride parade in Istanbul at least once.
Them snuggling on the couch after work and watching movies or critiquing the fashion in the TV shows they like. Competing over whose preferred pairings will become canon. Sadik teasing Francis for getting so involved but secretly watching ahead because he has to know what happens.
Requested by layawayseason:
Can I please have a Sammy imagine where I’m really good friends wih his family except him and he acts like he hates me but when me and his brother start flirting he admits he Actually loves me thanks love ❤️
Sorry if it is short, hope you like it
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
“Y/N, it is so nice to see you again” Mrs. Wilkinson said pulling me in a hug.
“Nice to see you too Lori”, I said hugging her back.
“Everybody is in the loving room, come in”, she said pulling me through the familiar house.
Mrs. Wilkinson used to take care of me when I was little, so you can say that I am pretty close to them. Samuel and I used to be best friends until half way through freshman year when he stopped talking to me out of nowhere, but that didn’t stop his mom for inviting me to their movie night at least once a month.
After greeting everyone I sat between Benny and Sam, since that was the only place that was empty.
“So, what are we watching?” I asked to Benny.
“I think my dad putted on a scary movie!” He said with a smirk in his face.
“Really? I hate scary movies” I said.
“I know but don’t worry, you can cuddle with me if you get scared”, he said opening his arms.
I cuddle into his side and noticed that Sam was looking at us with what looked like anger in his eyes.
Half way through the movie I stood up to go to the bathroom. After doing my thing and washing my hands I opened the door to find Sam outside the bathroom.
“Shit, Sam you scared me” I said putting a hand over my heart.
“Sorry” he said quietly.
I tried to get past him so I could go back downstairs and watch the movie.
“Can I talk to you?” Sam said putting his hands on my shoulders to stop me from moving.
“S-sure” I said confused.
Sam and I haven’t had a conversation without arguing in a long time.
“Let’s go to my room” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his room.
“You know, I haven’t been in this room since freshman year” I said quietly.
“Look, I just want to tell you something, I like-no screw that I love you, I have since freshman year and I thought that if I stopped talking to you I wouldn’t feel like that anymore, but that didn’t work because I am in love with you even more and seeing you and Benny flirt makes me fucking jealous an-“ I cut him off by placing my lips on his.
“You talk too much” I said pulling away from the kiss.