hi my babies ! i’ve gone so longgg omg, honestly writing was so hard and draining i wanted to meet all of your expectations with a new fic and that was like taking so much mentally but i don’t know something shifted i guess , so here we on a random ass wednesday way past my bedtime i’m writing this short little thing for yall 👁️ anywhom enjoy this silly fic and if yall behave i’ll write a wedding 😛 i love you sm baee :)
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Sitting beside your soon-to-be husband, Jack. You both stared off into space dreaming of a hearty meal “Hungry?” he said licking his pink lips “What do you think?” You said giving him a pained look, Jack hopped off the couch pulling you by your hand and dragging you to the kitchen. “Alright? What to eat?” He said sighing scratching and ruffling his curly hair, “Nothing in this bitch but salad does Romi hate us?” Jack groaned looking at you who was equally frustrated. Romi was your wedding planner who strictly prohibited fast food and any meal besides veggies and other keto crap so you wouldn't gain a pound and be able to fit flawlessly into your tailored tux and gown.
“Romi does hate us, I'm going to bed Jack, I can't live like this.” You whined before you could get away Jack pushed you against the marble counter sitting you on top of it “Stay, please.” He begged softening his gaze, you caved. “Alright baby what are we doing?” You asked, “I don't know but there isn't anything in here palatable besides you.” He replied watching your cheeks redden, he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened an app then flashed his phone at you “Pizza?” he laughed “Pizza.” you said breathlessly.
30 minutes later a delivery guy arrived at your house and you ran to the door took the pizza from him and shut the front door, you and Jack immediately got to work devouring the pie not even leaving a crumb in the box. After you and Jack laughed for at least 2 minutes straight over the greedy act the two of you just committed, ridding yourselves of the evidence. Jack walked towards you “You got a little sauce mama, eh hold on?” He took his thumb and wiped it from the corner of your mouth. “Hey J, do you think we'll be this impulsive when we get married?” You look up at him “No, I'll think it'll be worse. But on the topic of impulse, look at you.” He said running his hand up your shirt as you giggled “Stop! Jack.” You laughed as he claimed your lips.