Lander oneshots 🫶🫶

Working late ⌨️

Groaning a tired groan and dumping his keys into the dish they had by the door, Luke kicked his shoes off and shuffled into the house , cold and tired and wanting to sleep. With a big bearish yawn, he walks down the hall and into the kitchen. The smell of soemthing good enters his nostrils: sweet, tangy and yummy. Then he spits soemthing nicer than the food. His amazing loving caring partner, too many things about him to name, Luke walks up behind him and wraps his arms around him from behind. "Mmmmmmh, hi" he lazily drawls into his lovers neck, it warns a huff of a laugh from the black ombré haired male as he says. "Hey" in a silky smooth voice.
"Long day?
"Long day" he confirms , nuzzling further into his neck, like his own private pillow.
"Overtime is killing you hun" he says softly, leaning his neck to the side so Luke can pepper some more kisses there like he knows he wants to.
"Is'not" he says, rubbing Zanders arm softly.
"Honey...you don't have to lie"
"Mmmmm...shhhhh" he whines. "I want us to have money- well- just more money..so I can buy you presents and take you out and then one day get you jewellery for thiiiiiiiis finger" he gently grabs Zanders hand that was stirring some chicken and wiggles his ring finger.
"That finger?"
"Mhm. I'll get one you love" he teases, smirking, squeezing his lovers waist that makes him roll his eyes.
"I'd like that" he giggles.
"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Still though" he says, turning round finally to look his beautifull boyfriend in the yellow buttery eyes. "You promise you'll stop the overtime in the next two weeks like you said?" He asks gently. Luke nods lazily, yawning. "Mhm, yessir" he tiredly says, these last few weeks, overtime has him getting less sleep because he wants to spend more time with me when he gets home which results in the amazing sleep drunk Luke, a very majestic and beautiful sight. And such a way with words.
"What's for dinner tonight chef?" He jokingly says as he ambles over to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses.
"Hm? Oh, honey chilli chicken— and I haven't burnt anything yet" Zander triumphantly grins.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well done baby" Luke coos as he pours some coke for both of them. "Getting better at the whole time management thing..you'll be better cook than me one day" he teases, waggling his eyebrows.
"Yeah yeah, whatever stop teasing me" he scoffs.
"No" he grins, before I feel a rebellious pinching at my side , causing a stupid squeal to erupt out of me. "Stop it!"
"I'll stop when you stop laughing"
"I'm not laughing!" I protest, shoving him. "Go get changed out of your stupid clothes" I snort , which, just like an adorable puppy, he nods and shuffles down the hall to our bedroom.

I love our quiet life it's sweet and it's simple and it's ours. We still have the band, and it's taking off, we are a kind of big deal. We have big ish venues and people are starting to notice us, but it's just a big enough buzz for me. We have our own jobs that link to our own interests , I'm an editor for a news company, it does get a bit mundane sometimes, but doesn't any job? , and Luke is currently trying to climb the ranks at his architecture company, thus the overtime that's wearing him out. We do all this while  still maintaining our hobby. I didn't think I'd ever get such a...normal life.
Wait. Normal seems like I'm insulting my life.
Such a content life? A happy life.
Luke can't either , we've both talked about it, how weird it is to not have an issue creeping up round the corner.
Jakey and Jake are doing good too, Haley teaches music at schools, and Jake does networking at a big company: he talks and kisses ass  for a living. How truly fitting, I make sure I bully him for it every time I see him. Sean works as a consultant at a tech shop, loves tinkering shit for a living and Milly is in the training to be a security guard at big venues.
Life is perfect
Life is little and intimate and I love it.

I hear the freak of floorboards in the distance, then it changes to soft padded socks on cool tile floors.
"I'm back...and hungry" my favourite voice yawns behind me. "I'm up for chicken. It smells amazing, as good as you" he teases and I scoff.
"Oh please, i always smell immense"
"I know you do, it's what makes me want to eat you up" like murmurs , standing beside me now, rubbing my waist. Wow. Didn't expect freaky like tonight. I'm not complaining.
"Keep it in your pants" I roll my eyes.
"I'll try" he laughs softly, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "Want me to help plate up?" He says, grabbing some clean plates from the cupboard. "Il l also wash up before I go bed, I know the house rules" he huffs, knowing as going to ask. Whoever cooks (mostly Luke) the other has to wash up. (Mostly me)

"Yeah you do" I grin, I'm still precious with my smiles, never with any sunshine though, he could pull one out of me with the click of his finger.
I love him so much. Sometimes I get scared ill wake up and it will be the day after the confession, and the horrid wave of embarrassment will wash over me when I realise loony have I been dreaming, but that day didn't go as planned, that I'd been rejected. Slowly but surley though, those thoughts are becoming less frequent. I glance over as I see Luke opening the fridge to grab something, then waiting patiently for me to tell him what needs playing up.
"There's some veg in the oven I did- roasted shit because google told me it would pair well with the chicken, and microwave rice that is about to bing" I provide the answer to his imaginary question.
"Ah, okay" he smiles, trundling over to the microwave, to help plate up.

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Stuffed and well fed, we end up on our sofa, bundles up in a blanket watching the trashiest of TV: married at first sight Australia, Luke has admittedly roped me in on his strange addiction. I rue the day I caved and said. 'Fine, one episode'

"Thanks for dinner" Luke says, cuddling up to me, incredibly sleepy. "Your cooking skills are actually surpassing burning things" he remarks. Laughing stupidly , and way too much at his own, unfunny  joke.
"I know, I'm getting amazing" I say, kissing his head. "Now shut up, I wanna see if this hitch writes leave on her pad at the commitment ceremony, I feel bad for the poor guy" I say, putting a finger over his mouth. He kisses it, obviously, and says. "Look whose hooked no—"
"Shhh! I'm not proud of myself in this moment"
"I'm proud of you in this moment, you got of your high horse and stared slumming it in the trashy tv world" he snorts before shifting a little in my arms to get comfy.

I look down at his gorgeous self. His hair is a bit messed from lying on me, but it's still fluffy and soft, the colour of crispy autumn leaves, the three moles on his face that add to the constellation on his whole body I'm privileged enough to see (He has 26 over the course of his body, don't doubt me) and his tan sunny skin. He's perfect. He's mine. I love him. I can't believe that this is our life.
He also must Phsycic senses , or just Zander senses, because he looks up. "What you thinking bout?" He murmurs, tilting his gaze upwards.
"Nothing" I shrug.
"Liar" he grins, dimples popping out to say hello.
"I was thinking about how lucky I am." I admit, stroking his hair.
"Oh...how lucky we are" he corrects, smiling still, so I nod., before saying.

"I love our little life, but more importantly I love you"

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1365 words!!
But a little sweet one because you CANT take domestic lander away from my heart EVER. I love love love them.
And it's an apology for making them exes in the last one.

And you cannot change my mind that Luke loves trashy tv shows like love island and the only  way is Essex but during high school  land college he hid them because he's a put together boy, he shouldn't Be seen watching such a trashy show.

But one time on a road trip Luke fell asleep and Zander and milky wanted to see what he was watching and found that he'd downloaded three episodes of that years love island and was on the finale.

Zander originally thought he was just perving at  the men and women , so did Milly. But then he came out as pan, and realised wait, pan people out looks at the bottom, and upon some interrogation , they soon came to realise he was VERY versed in all the drama that happens, leading them to beleive that the looks were the least of his concerns.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this little oneshot, I'm getting back into writing it's so fun, so much so I might actually get back into my OWN series of books! It's a romance, and I also have a murder mystery I shelfed like 4 years ago now....
Hmm...
The possibilities 😈‼️