“There stood the famous detective in his long Belstaff, holding tightly onto the little pathologist in her white lab coat. Her feet continued to dangle some inches above the ground as he held her in place. Neither of their faces were clearly visible, as they were both pressed into the other’s neck. Not that it even mattered. Faces clear or not, it wasn’t exactly a mystery as to what they were feeling in that moment.”
“Thank you,” he whispers, his fingers running through the hairs on Aaron’s chest. His muscled, gorgeous, chest made all the more beautiful for it being Aaron’s.
Aaron’s hand runs absentmindedly through Robert’s hair, gentle and soft and so loving Robert just sinks into it. Their relationship has always just been something Robert sinks into; after a long day, or a hard day, or any day, they fall back to each other, touching and kissing and talking with an ease that sometimes scares him.
“Today,” he says, his head lifting to meet Aaron’s gaze.
Their legs are entangled, their naked bodies pressed against one another, still warm and slightly sweaty. They are relaxed in a way only really felt after intense release, and it’s almost the facet of their relationship Robert loves the most. Almost.
“I can’t remember the last time I had such an amazing birthday,” Robert says and the corners of Aaron’s mouth lift in a small smile.
“You’re just saying that because of all the s-”
“No, I’m not,” Robert interrupts. His hand goes to Aaron’s cheek, thumb caressing the skin there, before bends down and presses a sweet kiss to Aaron’s lips.
“I love you Aaron,” he says, their lips inches apart. Their foreheads touch and it’s grounding, his mind overflowing. He has been in love before, but never as all-encompassing as it is with Aaron; heart bursting, toe-curling, ‘I can’t stop smiling’ love, and it’s moments like these where Robert doesn’t know how to contain it.
Aaron pulls him back down, letting him rest his head on Aaron’s chest again as he continues running his hand through his hair.
“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you,” Aaron says quietly. “I wanted to show you how much I love you.”
Robert’s heart swells, and he wraps his arms around Aaron’s middle, squeezing, holding him close. The nights he spent alone, on a sofa, sleepless, fitful, awful run through his mind and he holds on tighter to the most important thing in his world.
“You have,” Robert whispers, pressing his lips to Aaron’s skin. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have; you’ve given me a home, a place I feel loved and protected and wanted.”
“Likewise,” Aaron says.
Robert keeps his right arm around Aaron’s waist, his other arm curled up beneath his body. His breathing slows, his mind peaceful, tired after a day of being so relentlessly happy.
“Good night, Mr Dingle,” Aaron says as he presses a kiss to Robert’s temple.
“G’night, Mr Sugden,” Robert manages through his exhaustion. Sleep takes him soon after, wrapped in the peaceful arms of his husband.
A and B are lounging around their house on a Sunday morning. A is sipping their morning coffee/tea and B is on their phone. Out of no where B starts giggling. “What are you laughing at?” A asks, leaning over to look at B’s phone. “Nothing!” B says, defensively pulling their phone away. A and B end up wrestling on the couch over the phone.
“B, let me see.”
“It’s nothing A, I swear.”
“Give me the phone!!”
A ends up getting ahold of B’s phone and looks at what’s on it. Uncomfortably they look up at B and say:
Without further ado, I present the long awaited Marliza song, “I Love You”.
I started writing this while I was half asleep at 2:30 in the morning because I was feeling things and I had to distract myself. I had an entirely separate song that I scrapped because it didn’t feel….. soft enough.
I’m not even entirely sure if this fits, but I hope you guys like it anyway!
LATER, CHIRRUT SLEEPS next to me. […] He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have? (insp.)
@mutuals stop and think before you reblog a post that has the word “lgbtia+” in it. advice from your friendly intersex mutual, archy: STOP dragging intersex ppl into the lgbt community. idc if you think aces/aros are lgbt just stop dragging other ppl into this. stop putting a fucking i in the acronym. intersex isn’t a gender OR a sexuality- it’s a medical condition. we have time and time again asked for you guys to recognize this, time and time again asked for you guys to stay out of our issues, but you continue to misgender us and use us as props for your arguments. your “lgbtia+ positivity” isn’t nice, it’s hurtful, it literally makes me so dysphoric because i’m basically being told that my genitals and chromosomes somehow make me inherently nonbinary. i’m not lgbt because i’m intersex, i’m lgbt because i’m trans and gay. y'all aren’t being “inclusive” or “recognizing our issues,” most of the time y'all don’t even know what intersex means and it’s obvious when you group it in with genders and sexualities. by dragging us into the lgbt community you are misgendering so many people and intersexist as fuck.