#but his fondness in particular gives off such boyfriend energy 🥺

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MEOWDY julie!! may i humbly request my beloved diego with either "i’m very lucky to have you." or "i’m not staring at you, i’m admiring you." as far as extra details it'd be cute if the setting was just at home.. you know me, i'm a sucker for domesticity 💜🥺 THANK YOU in advance

Hi Kat! I hope this is domestic enough and you enjoy it 💖

Pairing: Diego Brando/Reader (gn) Rating: SFW Notes: Modern setting

Cleaning out your wardrobe is a task easier said than done. It’s not starting the deep clean that’s the problem, nor taking the haul of unwanted clothes to the thrift shop to sell off. It’s everything in between that’s the issue. In particular, trying to choose what gets the honor of remaining in your closet and what doesn’t. You have a bad habit of finding things long forgotten within its confines and promising yourself to wear them, only to forget about it and end up repeating the process all over again next time you have the energy to clean up.

Cleaning out your wardrobe is a task easier said than done. It’s not starting the deep clean that’s the problem, nor taking the haul of unwanted clothes to the thrift shop to sell off. It’s everything in between that’s the issue. In particular, trying to choose what gets the honor of remaining in your closet and what doesn’t. You have a bad habit of finding things long forgotten within its confines and promising yourself to wear them, only to forget about it and end up repeating the process all over again next time you have the energy to clean up. 

Your husband not offering a shred of assistance doesn’t help much, either.

“You need to make a decision, love.” Diego says, lounging on the bed across from your spot at the full length mirror. He’s trying to appear nonchalant, but the angle of his brow and slight curve of his lips give away the impatience lurking just beneath the surface. 

“And you need to quit staring and give me your input.” You reply, holding the coat you’ve recovered from the depths of your closet back up against you, “Keep, or toss?”

Diego doesn’t bother to suppress his eye roll at your quip, “I’m not staring at you, I’m admiring you.” In one smooth motion he’s off the bed and in front of you, crowding your space as he rests his hands on your waist and the citrusy-mint scent of his cologne fills your nose, “You look good in pretty much anything, so my opinion on the matter would be quite moot, don’t you think?” 

The heat spreading across your face lasts the same amount of time it takes for Diego to smirk at the effect his words are having on you, before lightly shoving him back so you can throw the coat over his head. You both scoff at the same time, him from the indignity he’s just suffered and you from his attempt at being a flirt when you’re seeking genuine opinions. At this rate you’re not going to get anything done today. 

“I was being serious!” His voice is slightly muffled by the thick cloth but his defensive tone is still clear, though you’re unmoved. Yellow-gold hair flies around in a halo as Diego pulls the offending coat off his head with a huff before it settles to frame his striking, slightly pink-tinted face again. He mulls over the offending piece of outerwear held tight in his hands for a moment, “I will say though...I haven’t seen you wear this in quite some time.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, though it’s more out of fondness than exasperation. You point at the minuscule pile of clothes already on the chopping block and Diego throws the coat into it like the thing personally assaulted him of its own free will as you say, “The faster you can help me with my clothes the faster we can get through yours too.” 

“Excuse me.” Your husband gasps with a cross of his arms, “I don’t have nearly as much—”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.” You shoot back and gesture to the other half of the shared closet full of your boyfriend’s high-end clothes. Diego doesn’t try to defend himself because he knows you’re right. He hoped to distract you from cleaning his own side and now that you’re not falling for it he lets out a low growl, crossing his arms with a slight jut of his chin. 

“Fine.” He spits out, lip curling slightly, “On the condition that you don’t buy anything at the thrift shop this time. You deserve to wear nice clothes that haven’t been used.” 

As touching as the sentiment is, it's on that's misplaced in your eyes and you’ve had this argument a million times by now. Still you gasp and hold the top you’ve just taken off a hangar to your chest. The imitation you put on of Diego is immaculate as you say, “Excuse me, what is wrong with wanting to buy things second hand—”

From the other room Diego’s beloved bearded dragon, Anguirus, slowly blinks awake from his nap under the heat lamp to the sounds of your bickering. Hidden in the cubby below his tank is a sizable stack of the lizard’s own little outfits and hats that you have plans to look through later. For now though, you continue to argue your point about thrift shopping with your husband. The little dragon makes his way to his water dish to take a quick drink before finding a new spot in his generously sized tank to settle in and enjoy the lit and timbres of your combined voices even if he can’t understand the words. 

It’s just another relaxing day in the Brando household.

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