YOOO I MADE SPAMTON SYMBOL ART
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Okay but domestic vernon whos literally obsessed w your cooking and is glued to your back absolutely fascinated just watching you make anything in the kitchen bc god knows this man only knows how to use a toaster without burning down the kitchen
BABES............ I GOT YOU...... I GOT YOUUUUU....
"Honey I swear to god, if you don't put that knife down." She threatened as she watched him attempt to cut into the onion with a sawing motion, his fingers dangerously close to the blade.
He had a long day of schedules and she wanted to do this one thing for him.
She always did love cooking, it was her love language. Just as his was quality time and physical touch – unable to leave her alone even when she was in the kitchen.
He was like a little puppy hot on her heels.
"I want to help." Vernon frowned as she took the utensil from him; motioning for him to sit on one of the barstools.
"You'll also lose a finger."
"I got nine others." He wiggled his fingers in her face.
"Sit."
He was still full of energy from filming with his band of brothers, typically allowing her to give him orders, but today was not the case. "No." He grinned, following her back to the sink – towering over her as she went back to washing the vegetables for the stirfry she had promised him.
"Honey, please" She laughed.
Vernon wasn't touching her but she could feel the heat of his body radiate onto her back as he watched her over her shoulders.
"I'm just watching."
"Sit."
"Okay." He shrugged, sitting in the floor by her legs — his back against the cabinet.
"On the chair!"
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