headcanon involving the morning after with dacre?
AH YES SOFT DACRE. THE REASON I LOSE SLEEP @ NIGHT
- hOKAY so there’s two glorious ways you can wake up honestly
- the first is with him, his arms around you pulling you close to him, or maybe you’re laying against his chest
- he’s probably awake first, watching you sleep for a little bit, running a hand through your hair, kissing the top of your head
- and when you wake up, he looks like a dream
- sandy hair tousled from sleep, hard jaw covered in a thin veil of stubble, eyes heavy having just woken up, and a faint smile on his face as he admires you tangled up in him like this.
- the way his hands are on you is protective and loving, just like everything last night
- he whispers a quiet, almost husky “good morning” to you with that same smile
- tells you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you
- asks if you want a shower, or for him to draw you a bath
- probably jokes about Round Two
- he’s only half joking
- and then there’s the second way to wake up, tangled in the sheets and blankets, eyes blinking through the sunlight from the window as you begin to smell food
- you manage to pull yourself from the bed and slip on your underwear and his shirt, achy all over but in a way you don’t mind too much
- you come out to the kitchen and he’s at the stove in sweatpants, making you eggs and bacon and coffee and toast; what a dream, right?
- so understandably you can’t help but come up behind him, your arms coming around his middle as you press a kiss to his shoulder
- his free hand comes to rub your arms gently - you can’t see it but his heart eyes are fucking intense right now
- he loves his best girl so much
- “should you really be cooking bacon without a shirt on?”
“there’s nobody else i’d risk a grease burn for sweetheart”