Riley: "knock knock." poking your head through the door of your boyfriend's room, you hoped he would finally take a break from editing the latest tour update to spend time with you. much to your dismay, he only turned for about half a second.
"oh, hey (y/n)," he muttered, eyes glued to the laptop on his desk.
"your mom let me in; she said you were working on a video, but she didn't think you'd mind if i came up. if it's a bad time, i can leave though," you said.
"no, no, it's fine. it's never a bad time for you," riley replied, turning for another half second to smile at you and pat the bed. "sit down." you did as he said, taking a seat on his bed and he went back to his computer.
"so how's it coming along?" you asked, trying to make conversation that lasted longer than two seconds.
"good," he replied shortly, not turning around at all. you huffed, looking around the room and trying to come up with a plan to make him pay attention to you.
"you should bring this over here," you said, patting the bed next to you, thinking you could at least snuggle with him while he worked.
"no, i'm okay here," he said, obviously immune to your attempts at cuddling. with one last attempt, you got up off the bed and stood behind his desk chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. with a little smile, he turned to peck you on the lips, but was focused on his work completely almost as quickly. that's it. desperate times called for desperate measures. ripping the cord from his laptop, you slammed it shut and took it, wrapping your arms around it tightly.
"(y/n)!" riley jumped up from his seat, reaching for the stolen laptop, but you held it out of his reach.
"no! not until you cuddle with me!" you replied.
"you wanted to cuddle?" he asked, cocking his head to you, and you nodded. "well, all you had to do was ask!" he reached for your hand, pulling you over to his bed, both of you laying against the pillows. wrapping an arm around you, riley set his computer on his lap and your head rested on his chest. you happily watched him finish the update, simply glad to be wrapped in his arms.
braiden: "babe?" you called, entering braiden's apartment, a bag from the grocery store in your hands. having not heard from your mia boyfriend in three days, you confronted connor, who told you that braiden had been holed up in his apartment working on things for his clothing company. with that in mind, you decided to pick up the necessary items to make dinner and surprise him. using the key under the mat, you let yourself in. "braiden?"
"whoa!" you head a scream and a crash, and a weary looking braiden came around the corner, hair mussed up and glasses resting on his nose. "(y/n)?"
"hey," you replied, shutting the door. "you okay?"
"yeah, fine, you just scared me," he said, coming over to kiss you. "what are you doing here?"
"well you kind of went missing in action for three days, so i thought i could come over and make you some dinner. is that okay?"
"yeah, sure, it's fine!" he replied enthusiastically, leading you towards the kitchen. "sorry about the mess." order forms and envelopes littered the table, along with his laptop, multiple tabs open on the screen, as well as food wrappers and take-out boxes. "i guess i haven't really moved very much."
"i can see that," you teased, making your way to the kitchen and unloading your groceries.
"so, what's cookin' good lookin'?" he asked, making you blush lightly.
