Imagine...
Your brain was a mess of words as your glasses sit perched on the tip of your nose, your face mere millimetres away from your laptop screen. You had an essay due next week weighing seventy percent of your final mark, and you had decided to knuckle down and try to get it done.
The sun had since gone die , and your once tidy and organised desk had quickly become a clutter of pens, an assortment of different coloured highlighters, pastel sticky-notes and loose paper with your handwriting scrawled over them, along with numerous books with underlined phrases that you deemed important. It, much like your current frame of mind, were disorganised.
You sigh, pushing your glasses on top of your head, as you reach to the back of your head, fighting your hair tie out of your tangled h/c hair.
"Hey, Angel! I'm home!" Sitting up straight for the first time in hours, your spine, neck and shoulders expressing their relief with loud pops and cracks.
"Angel..." your boyfriends tone drops off as he takes in your little...space.
"Hi," you mumble, as he stands behind you, bending down to hug you, as his eyes scan your notes, his lips pressing gentle, reassuring kisses to your jaw.
"Hello, angel... is this for your essay that your working on?" You nod, before explaining the ins and outs of what you plan on writing, attempting to show him your notes but he quickly picks up on your frustration when you can't find your notes.
"What about a break?" He suggests, quickly realising how deep down the hole of despise which you had spiralled into with in a range of less than a day.
"No. I need to finish this." Your tone was hard, but it didn't offset your boyfriend from his mission.
"No, you need a break." If your tone had been final, his was the finish line, the end result. You rarely heard him use the tone on you, as he usually kept it for business meetings and arrangements, when trying to settle a negotiation, though there were special times where he used it on you, and every time you gave in, following him.
Just like now, as he spun your chair around, helping you stand as he led you into your shared bathroom. Sitting you on the closed lid of the toilet, he ventured to the bath tub, where he puts in the plug, and turns on the water, checking it with his hand was you watching on, his suit sleeves rolled to his elbows as he corrects the water temperature to your preference.
"Strip off, angel." You do so, slowly moving your achy muscles as you take of your (his) shirt, a y/f/c sports bra, and slowly peel of your leggings and panties, standing completely naked before him. Offering his hand to you, y/bf/n helped you into the tub with a gentle fragrance of your favourite bath soap floating out to kiss your nose. The familiar chime of your speaker being turned on then connected to your phone caused you to open your eyes as you watched your boyfriend place the speaker next to you, your favourite playlist (correctly titled "hot girls do self care) began playing as you relax.
"Stay here, relax, do what you have to do." He lent down to press a soothing kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away. "I'll be downstairs making dinner. Come down when your ready." You smile sinking down into the bubbles letting the music soothe you into a sense of calm.
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"Well, hello there, Angel." You grin, pressing your face into your boyfriends back, your arms wrapping around his front, and you can feel the way his chest moves with laughter as he sprinkles some salt on top of two identical dishes of y/f/food, and you can barely hold in the moan you have from its aroma.
"Hi, is it almost ready?" Your stomach grumbles half way through your sentence, a sheepish grin coating your face as your boyfriends laughter becomes full blown, and you join in.
"Yes, here let's sit." You walk over to the table, cradling the plate / bowl of your favourite mean, smiling as you dig in.
Your boyfriend knew what you needed to relax.
I guess that's why he kept a black box in his pocket with a gold band he's been planning to give you for months.
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Written: 23/January/2023
Happy new year AND happy Chinese New Year!!
Hope this was okay, rafecameron33 <3
What's the best thing that has happened to you this year?
For me it was officially being accepted into my year 11 English advanced class!! I start back on the 31st of jan, so next Tuesday.
Love,
Outcastkido
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