That moment when you wear a black button up shirt to bed just to imagine that it was one of Dino’s so you could feel better.

mandakatt:

Dino heaved a bit of a sigh as he slipped back into his room, only to pause at the door, one hand grasping the towel at his shoulder that he had taken on his run, the other still on the knob as he noticed the light was on in his bedroom. He blinked once, trying to remember if he left it on before he left when he heard movement. He cocked his head a little to the side as he inhaled a bit, catching a bit of the scent of your favorite perfume and a quirky smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. 

Slipping further in, he called out to you softly. “Doll?”

When you stepped into his line of sight he paused again, his jaw falling open slightly as he took in the sight of you. You were glancing at the floor, standing there in nothing but a black button down. One of HIS black button downs–he knew that shirt anywhere–and he snapped his jaw shut. He let his eyes rake over you as you tugged the hem down a bit, pulling it taught against your chest. 

That action gave him the vibe that something was off, and he took in your appearance again, but with a bit more of a critical eye. Your shoulders were slumped, your hair was a bit disheveled, and your eyes were rimmed red. He knew instantly now, why you had put on his shirt. 

He smiled gently, unable to help the light dusting of pink that danced across his cheeks as he made those quick strides across the room and he reached for you, cupping your cheek briefly before wrapping an arm around you as the towel slipped off his shoulder, the other moved to rest at the back of your head as he pressed your face gently against his shoulder

When he felt you tense a moment, he whispered gently into your ear. “Shhh, it’s alright sweetheart, I’m here,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, nuzzling his cheek against your own there after. “I’ll always be here, I swear.”

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