mello what if I told u I just wrote watfies being happy....... i mean it's not a watfies fic but they are happy in it............ will u forgive me for my crimes against ur heart...............
i would've forgiven you anyway saiint don't even worry about it 💜
also, here's a doodle of them being happy
sickeningly sweet. they will get Here one day in coffeeshop au but that day is not today
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Wifies woke up slowly, but well-rested. His arm was a little numb, but that was fine, because Parrot was the one lying on it.
Parrot was also blinking his way into the waking world. The barely-restrained light of the morning sun cast a soft glow over his freckles and hair.
“Morning,” Parrot whispered. “Sorry if I woke you up.”
Wifies bent his head forward to kiss Parrot’s forehead, the motion slow like he was moving through molasses. “Morning. You didn’t, and I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
Parrot hummed, the sound turning into a giggle when Wifies started kissing his freckles. “Dude, that tickles.”
The next time Wifies tried to kiss a freckle, he found his lips brushing against Parrot’s slightly chapped ones instead.
At the same time, two cold hands touched Wifies’s waist.
The undignified yelp that came out of his mouth could’ve woken up the entire apartment complex. “Parrot, oh my god—“
Parrot laughed, removing his hands. The sound pooled in the air like honey. “What was that noise?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wifies mumbled. A snort escaped despite his best intentions, spiraling into a smile when he caught Parrot’s arched eyebrow. “Do you know what time it is?”
Parrot craned his head to see the clock. “8:53.”
“Mm. Should we get up?” Wifies liked to be at the farmers’ market before ten in the morning; he usually arrived at nine-thirty.
Gossamer-light fingers came forward to touch his face, and Wifies let the barely-there contact pull him forward, bringing his mouth a whisper away from Parrot’s.
Parrot grinned, a sparking, mischievous thing. “Seven more minutes?”
The morning was still slow, the sun spilling in warm and lazy, and Wifies hadn’t finished kissing all of Parrot’s freckles, so he smiled back. “Alright.”
Who the hell is bacon waffles
