Sunday Softies: The 141 and Spoiling
I think the fandom generally agrees on how this would go, I just wanted to write it with my little brain ideas. :) Inspired by friend, u know who u r <3 U deserve to be spoiled.
Price: He takes care of things before you even realize they needed taking care of. Paperwork done. Groceries stocked. Car serviced. That task you didn’t want to do? Already finished. He spoils with reliability, steady devotion. He’s a gift giver, but not flashy, practical things that show he’s been paying attention. A good knife with a grip that fits your hand perfectly. A coat that’s just your color. A book he thinks you’ll love, already book marked on his favorite page. And no, you cannot say no, or don't do that. It's already happening, love. He doesn’t say “I love you” often, but he shows it in every little thing.
He’ll brush a hand over your back in passing, make your favorite tea without asking, pay a bill you didn’t mention was due. And if you try to thank him, he’ll just huff a soft, “Don’t need thanks, love. Just want you alright.”
Simon: Quiet spoiling, always thoughtful. He doesn’t make a show of it, doesn’t always say what he’s doing, just does it. You’re cold? There’s already a blanket around your shoulders. You’re quiet? He’s pulling you into his chest, pressing a kiss into your hair, no words needed. He notices the things others miss: the way your shoulders tense when you're overwhelmed, the little sighs when you're tired. And he acts.
He’s the one who starts your bath before you even say you’re sore. Who loads your playlist before a flight. Who stocks your favorite snack in his go-bag, not for him, for you. He’s not flashy. He’s constant. A pillar you don’t have to lean on, but he’ll always be there if you do.
Johnny: He’s all heart, all noise, all joy. He spoils with laughter and food and physical affection that never runs out. He shows up with your favorite takeout, grinning like he just did something brilliant. He’ll pull you into his lap, kiss your forehead, tease you about how “needy” you are. while holding you like you’re made of glass. He’s a giver in every sense: touch, time, warmth, comfort. He wants you to take it. All of it. And expects absolutely nothing back. (Okay maybe just a kiss.)
He’ll cook for you, even if it’s absolute chaos in the kitchen, just to see you smile when he says, “Aye, try it. If you hate it, I’ll order pizza.” He’ll kiss you between bites, laugh when you spill something, clean it up like it doesn’t matter. He’s a lover, through and through.
Kyle: Softest form of spoiling, quiet doting with precision. He’ll make your appointments, massage, nails, therapy, whatever you need, and pay for them without blinking. He’ll pick out pajamas that feel right, fluff your pillow, draw your curtains, and light your favorite candle before you even come home. He spoils with a gentle consistency, with warmth that feels like safety.
He’ll run a bath, make sure the water’s perfect, and leave a clean towel folded by the tub. And he won’t say a word, just kiss your cheek and say, “Go relax. I’ve got dinner handled.” And he does. Always.
