note; trynna write stuff before being busy again
tw; nothing cus its just pure fluff
you whine to your girlfriend who looks like she’s tired of your shit, and is just trying to watch the tv with you on the couch, “viiii, i told you i can pay for them myself.”
“and i told you that i can pay for them myself, princess.” vi grumbles under you, adjusting your position so that you're sitting on her lap sideways. she presses a soft kiss on your shoulder, “and i love your nails.”
when you two got together, she vowed to you that you won’t ever spend a dime, and she’s been trying to keep that vow. trying because you seem to always pick a fight with her every time she pays for something.
you knew that her life back then wasn’t always this easy, growing up in poverty isn’t a stranger to you, but you always felt a tad guilty when she paid for something. she must’ve noticed your train of thought because she bounced her knee, catching your attention.
a beat passes before you reply, you lean forward towards her, “you take good care of me, vi. i’m really grateful and thankful for you, but don’t you think that i shoul–”
“baby, we literally split the bill–”
“sometimes,” you roll your eyes, but you let your kiss connect with her cheek, wiping off the lipstick you left behind.
“wish that was never though. don’t feel bad, baby. i literally want to and insist on paying every time. i want to take care of you, of your needs, of your wants because i love you.” she pulls you closer, her strong arms encircling themselves around your waist, “i love you.”
she is the epitome of contentment: a state of peace, satisfaction, and quiet happiness — not needing more, just at ease with what is.
she buries her head in your neck, nuzzling the top of her head under your chin. “i love you more.” your left-hand travels to grasp vi by the side of her neck, while the other one rests on her nape—your manicured nails softly scratching the back of her head, “got my nails painted red for you.”