genre/prompts: fluffity fluffer fluff w/waking up reader, wearing each other’s clothes, just a lil bit of suggestiveness and absolutely no plot whatsoever
word count: 1618
summary: In his excitement of seeing you after so long, he forgets to be a little more gentle when it concerns waking you up.
Vernon looked forward to Tuesdays the most.
To others it might be that random meh day in the middle of the week, not exactly Hump Day but at least not a Monday. But his Tuesdays were special, because once practice was over he could spend the rest of the day to himself. Usually he’d be songwriting with the guys in the studio, or finally getting around to reading that Vonnegut novel his mom had been bugging him about.
But this Tuesday was even more special because he could spend the day with his girlfriend. Today’s practice ended early (and by early, meaning really late from Monday night into Tuesday morning) and seven out of the thirteen members knocked out in the middle of the dorm before they could even think about scheduling another practice. A sudden shot of energy ran through his system as he took the trip to your apartment, hardly even bothering to shower or change his clothes.
Bitty stood in the doorway, his eyes wide open and his hands clasped over his mouth. He had come downstairs to investigate the noise of shuffling furniture only to find himself with his mouth hanging wide open.
“Oh my lanta! You boys actually did it!” Whiskey and Tango looked up to see Bitty. Between them was a gorgeous sofa in brilliant robins egg blue. The cushions were fluffed to their fullest, and a soft scent of lavender filled the room instead of… whatever that smell used to be. Bitty could barely contain himself.
“What… Where… How did you convince… Oh lord, it’s just so beautiful. What did you do with the old one? I’ve been trying to burn that thing ever since I moved in. I can’t believe Holster let you get rid it!”
“What?” Tango blinked at Bitty with his usual confused look as they dropped the sofa into place. “We didn’t get rid of the couch.”
Bitty’s eyebrows lowered. “Then… then what happened to the old couch?”
“Bitty, it’s right here.” Whiskey gestured in front of him. Bitty tilted his head at him, looking for an explanation.