"Imagine this; a house on the beaches of Costa Rica.." Literate Finn McNamara >Semi selective >multi-ship >NSFW themes >English only

tired sigh.

“Nap time?”

“Wow, I’m so honored you’d do something like that for me,” he chuckled, casually scooting toward him to rest his head on his shoulder.

“So busy. I suggest you just stop being busy so that you can give me more attention,” he said, squeezing his hand gently. Being close to him like this always made him feel better.

why am i always so fucking tired uggggg what the fuck

Sean smiled, feeling that genuine warmth and comfort that often came from spending time with him. “Yeah, it is. Easy to forget the rest of the world.” He agreed, gently brushing his thumb atop Finn’s hand.

“Yeah, can’t seem to escape that,” he sighed, wondering if there would ever be a point where things were just easy. Was that even achievable? At least when they were in it together, making it bearable. He leaned into his touch a little, smiling. “Least it’s not all bad.”

“I think about it often, actually.” He admitted, sighing contently as his gaze fixed onto Finn. “I imagine one day life will be good and all the shit will feel like a bad dream someday. Or something.. cheesy like that.”

He nodded, holding him close, just taking the time to linger in the moment. He never knew when it could just.. end. “Yeah, I want that more than anything.”

S t r e t c h e s.

awoooo

you into that?~

Well.. I’m into you, too, so.. [tugs him closer.]

Lays head in 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝓃 ‘s lap.

Dumbass sleeps all day. More at 11

uwu

Groans.

Looks over at him and frowns. “Slammed my finger in a door—“ holds it up for kisses :(

// this account did not get purged. nice.