~˚⊱ angels have brunette hair. ⊰˚~

you and your husband, conan, are really close and have been ever since you met.. at age 3. (crazy, right?)

anyways, being so close has its benefits and.. well, drawbacks. like, he eats your food, and steals your clothes, and is a total baby sometimes.

despite both of your silly qualities, you both love each other very very much, and you both make sure the other knows it.. coffee and dancing late at night, writing songs about each other and publishing them (without the other knowing), etc.

now is one of those times; you sit on the couch, braiding conan’s hair, and he gets off of your lap to sit in between your legs, looking at the TV in front of you both.

“hm..”

he hums softly, leaning a bit so you can better braid.

“did you want to go see your family tomorrow?”

he asks.

even the simplest things he asks are so full of admiration for you; yeah, he adores you, silly.

god, you love conan gray.