favorite type of character is the kinda guy who’d stand outside in the miserable cold and stare utterly forlorn through an window, watching warmth and love on the other side and feeling convinced that he simply cannot have it. this is of course the same type of guy who would run out to a cliff on the moors in his long underwear when it’s absolutely torrentially raining and yell at god
Imagine getting to sleep in the same bed with your F/O for the first time after having been apart for a long time.
The two of you lay under the covers, curled against one another as close as you can get yourselves. You press yourselves skin to skin, entangling your legs with each other and holding each other tight.
Your feel their body against you, safe , and comforting and there, finally there again with you, after so long. Neither of you will let go.
When you fall asleep, all you dream about is holding them, and they are having the same dream.
