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Music Is My Boyfriend Meme!
There are 557 songs on the prompt playlist. Pick a number and give me a fandom/pairing, and I write you a little
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When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight,tight,yeah
It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
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It’s four in the fucking morning when Nicole finally gets out of her costume and makeup, and she considers sleeping in her trailer instead of driving the half hour home. She did that last night, though, and the night before, and even if it means adding an hour to her commute and subtracting it from her sleep time, she’d rather go home and curl up with Spencer.
There’s noise coming from the basement when she walks in; Spencer must have left the dogs down there. Obviously he needs another lecture about how Fendi needs cuddles to live, and by not letting him sleep in their bed Spencer is sentencing him to an early grave.
It’s not the dogs, though. Well, they’re down there, dozing together on the dog bed that is in no way big enough for two monsters and her medium-sized baby, but the noise is coming from the studio.
Spencer stops whaling on his drums when he sees her, just a few seconds after she pushes the door open and pokes her head in.
“Late night?”
“Or early morning,” she says, and walks in the rest of the way. “You waited up?”
He shrugs, which might or might not be a denial. “Couldn’t sleep, I guess. You look like hell.”
“I feel like hell. One more week, though.”
Spencer gets up and walks over to wrap her in one of his excellent hugs, kisses her on the top of the head probably just because he likes feeling tall. This is the first movie she’s worked on with Spencer home instead of touring, and it’s a little obvious how much her awful schedule is bringing out his mother hen streak. Obvious, and sweet.
“Wanna go to bed?”
“Mm, no, wanna go to the beach?”
“Uh,” Spencer pulls back and looks down at her like she’s being crazy. “At five in the morning?”
“Sure. We can watch the sunrise, get breakfast. I’m gonna have to chug coffee all day to make it through, anyway, what’s a couple extra hours going to hurt?”
Spencer’s frown deepens for a second, then shifts to a grin. The impulsive-idiot-beach-bum part of him always beats the mother hen part. “I’ll drive,” he says, “so you can sleep in the car.”
“Best boyfriend ever,” she says over her shoulder as she bounces off to find their beach blanket and sunscreen. She means it.
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luckily Nicole is home more often than Spencer so the dogs get plenty spoiled
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those dogs are the most spoiled dogs in the neighborhood, there was a poll
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