yungblud imagines / oneshots

aint it sad, sad, sad

You feel the world is on your shoulders and everyone you know is against you when you step into your flat.

Your day was absolutely horrible. Your boss, and most of your co-workers as it seemed, were being a pricks to you for no reason and as one to get irritated very easily, it was so hard to keep your mouth shut and eyes from spilling tears of anger. You went to get a sip of coffee and spilled it all over your new pink blouse that Dominic had bought for you, and the stinging was still in your chest. It was raining so badly and on the run to your car, your small heel broke, causing your ankle to twist quite painfully. And the rain was freezing cold too.

You immediately kick off your shoes and you feel a few tears leave you as you start to unbutton your blouse, heading back to your bedroom when a sudden face pops into the hallway. You freeze, widening your eyes as Dominic scans his gaze over your appearance, a frown settling on his pink lips.

"What happened, sweetheart?" he says softly, and his voice makes you break down completely as you run into his arms. They wrap around you tightly and you squeeze his middle, sobbing into his black shirt.

"I fucking hate everybody!" you shout, your body shaking against his as he rocks you back and forth, letting you cry, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I hate everyone so much, Dom."

"But not me, right?" he whispers and you chuckle out of your tears. The male leads you back to your bedroom and decides to backhug you as he unbuttons your blouse and your bra, pulling the two articles of clothing off of you. He sits you down, unzips your skirt and takes it off, before grabbing a shirt of his and putting it on you. His eyes catch sight of your bruised ankle, and he frowns again.

"I kinda twisted it while I was walking to my car," you said sheepishly and he shakes his head at your clumsiness, getting up and disappearing. He comes back with what looks like ointment and ice, pressing the cold ice to your bruise before rubbing the cold cream all over your ankle, and you sigh softly at the relief. "Thank you."

"Ya need to be more careful," he grins at you, pieces of his hair bobbing as he leans up between your legs to kiss your lips. "Don't want ya to break your leg like me, sweetie."

He crawls into the bed and pulls you into his chest, covering you both with a blanket. He's warm and the blanket is warm, and you rub your cold feet against his legs, making him giggle instead of shying away from you.

"Want me to sing to ya, baby?" he whispers, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine. "Know you love it when I do."

"Please." you murmur, curling up against his body, and his hands find your hair as he starts to sing your favorite song.

"A version of Romeo and Juliet, this time with Adidas sneakers and cigarettes," he sings, and you can't help your smile of amusement at his pronunciation of Adidas. He's so adorable.

"I love ya, will you marry me? Oh what a shame we gotta pay for reality-"

"Ain't it sad, sad, sad." you murmur, not wanting him to hear you but you grow flustered when he stops singing and looks down at you with a big smile, like you're the greatest thing in the world.

"You're soo cute," he gushes, making you flush as he grabs your cheeks to leave kisses all over your face, and not once did he stop smiling. "Love ya so much."

After the kisses, he gets back into the song, obviously getting a bit into it once the slight rap came on. His energy was so infectious that you sang along with him, his fingers tapping your skin along to the rhythm.

"I love ya," he starts.

"Will you marry me?" you continue, smiling up at him, your heart full.

"Oh whatta shame we gotta pay for reality~. Ain't it sad, sad, sad?"

He continues and you sing along with him the entire time. By the end of the song, you feel so, so much better, and that was done just by your boyfriend's singing. You feel tired, too, and you start to think he was being energetic just to tire you out.

"Sleep well love," he says when he sees you dozing off, and a kiss to your forehead causes your eyes to close.