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kjdkive · 8 months
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couple questions with vogue — jjk.
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summary: yn, world-famous model and jungkook world-famous artist are invited as a couple to answer some questions for vogue on a video. both known to be a chaotic couple are expected to show their competitive side.
pairing: idol! jungkook and model! yn (afab)
warnings: cursing, some dirty jokes? jungkook being the best boyfriend ever i want him so bad, third person narration
a/n: thinking about doing this for some other bts members but not really sure lol let's see how this one goes and go from there. also i used to be a wattpad writer and there we use — not " and i actually hate writing dialogues with " oh and also i mention a few things that are not true about jungkook but this is my universe and in this universe that happened yn happened
— hello, vogue! i’m yn and it’s so nice to be back here — yn says to the camera. 
— hello, i’m yn’s boyfriend, jungkook — jungkook says, smiling to the camera — i am also in a band but not that that matters. 
— i’m your fianceé, babe, remember? — yn lifts her left hand to show her engagement ring.
— she’s my soon-to-be wife, guys — jungkook giggles and stands up from his seat a little to give her a short kiss on her cheek.
— okay, my boyfriend’s humble as you can see but we’ll see if he’s a good boyfriend/fiancé because we’re gonna do the couple questions challenge! — an assistant hands her some cards with the questions on them — are you nervous, babe? 
— not at all, i actually think i’m gonna crush you — jungkook responds. 
— confident much? — yn asks. 
— dude, come on, let’s go, i’m ready. 
video cuts abruptly to the intro, showing a few pictures of the couple and jungkook’s seven playing in the back. 
question no.1 for jungkook: how did you first meet? 
— it was at a party in L.A. — jungkook replies — june 28th, 2017. she was wearing a black dress and her favorite manolo heels because she told me that the same night, also her purse from a special chanel collection because she told me it gave her luck. 
— it definitely did, baby — yn couldn’t stop smiling — it made me met you, so bless the chanel bag. so, answer’s correct! 
— ever since that night i fell in love and my band members were sick of me talking about her. 
— just want to say that it took him two months to ask me on a date — yn laughs — like i literally said no to a few guys in those two months because i was waiting for him to ask me out and when he did i just told him “finally, bro.” 
— you guys don’t understand, she was and still is too pretty for me — jungkook whined, making yn laugh — i thought she was gonna say no and also tell me that she doesn’t date ugly guys? 
— weren’t you literally like on the top 5 of the hottest guys of the world? — yn asks him and he stops. 
— i think i was? i don’t remember. 
— of course you don’t, darling. next question. 
jungkook: 1 
yn: 0
question no.2 for yn: who initiated the first kiss? 
— oh! oh! this one’s good — yn says — i did! and it was a mess.
— no, you didn’t — jungkook tells her. 
— oh, yes, i did because you were shaking when you grabbed my face and you literally froze so i was like “well, let ME do this” and then i was the one to grab your face and kiss you — yn points at him. 
— okay, fine, i did froze but you tasted like fish — jungkook starts — and although i love fish, tasting it from someone else’s mouth isn’t that delicious. 
— you had just taken me out to eat sushi! what were you expecting? — yn asks him — besides, you tasted like banana because you had to eat your banana dessert of course. 
— guys, if you ever go out on a date and you think you’re gonna kiss — jungkook looks at the camera — do not take them to eat fish or pasta because else they’ll get pesto on their teeth or their breath will smell like fish. 
— oh, right — yn laughs  — in one of our dates you got pesto on your teeth. 
— stop, i don’t wanna remember how you had to get me a tooth pick cause i couldn’t get it out — jungkook rolls his eyes and yn keeps on laughing at him — if your girl gets you a tooth pick, marry her, that’s what i’m gonna do in a few months — he winks at the camera and laughs at yn blushing. 
jungkook: 1
yn: 1
question no.3: which songs did jungkook write about yn? 
— now this is a good one because you always get confused — jungkook laughs — which songs did i write about you? 
— still with you, dimple, love maze, home, seven the explicit and clean version — yn winks at the camera. 
— babe! — jungkook blushes and giggles.
— oh, so you can be no.1 on billboard, mind you the explicit version but your girlfriend can’t talk about it? 
— don’t get off topic, finish the list — jungkook laughs again — and you’re my fiancée, not girlfriend. 
— okay, fine — yn moves on her seat — your part in my universe, dna, paradise, best of me, my you and that’s it. 
— WRONG! — jungkook yells at her and stands up from his seat to jump and laugh at her — you’re a loser! 
— jungkook, what? i got them all correct! shut up! 
— you forgot the one i have performed the most! — jungkook stands in front of the camera — vogue subscribers, my wife doesn’t love me. 
— oh my god! — yn yells — i forgot euphoria and jesus christ, jungkook, sit down now, stop being dramatic. 
— how dare you forget the amazing and unforgettable euphoria? 
— i’m sorry, my love, please forgive me for i have made an awful mistake — yn holds his hand. 
— i shall forgive you. 
— thank you, my king. 
— i love you — jungkook kisses her hand and doesn’t let go of it — but i’ll never forget this. 
jungkook: 1
yn: 1 
question no.4: what are the top 3 celeb crushes of yn? 
— this one’s so easy — jungkook says — it’s matthew mcconaughey, chris evans and bradley cooper but as his character in the hangover. 
— wrong — yn laughs. 
— yn, you know i’m not wrong, those are your top 3. 
— babe, you’re a celebrity too, you’re my no.1. 
— don’t lie, yn, i’m not your celeb crush. 
— yup, you’re right — yn gives up — he got the answer right, whatever, next question. 
jungkook: 2
yn: 1
question no.5: when jungkook first started as an artist, what did he do to calm his nerves when he performed? 
— I PRAYED — jungkook yells before yn can say her answer — I PRAYED AND I PRAYED. 
— he didn’t — yn looks at the camera with a serious expression. 
— YES, I DID — jungkook sits back on his seat — I DID. i did. 
— can you shut up now? — yn asks him — he used to- — yn gets cut off. 
— PRAY. HE USED TO PRAY. — jungkook yells again and all yn does is stand up from her seat and put her hand on jungkook’s mouth. 
— he’s licking my hand right now but i couldn’t care less — yn still had a serious expression — he used to touch his bandmates’ butts and when they would question him he’d say “nothing better than your butts, you guys!” 
— she’s wrong — jungkook says. 
— jungkook, ew, you left my hand freaking wet — yn wipes her hand on jungkook’s shirt — and yes, i’m right, you can call up jimin and he’ll tell you i’m right. 
jungkook: 2 
yn: 2 
question no.6: yn has a scar and has had a broken arm, how did both happen? 
— on her chin — jungkook replies fastly. yn nods and lifts her head to show up her chin. — that’s like the only one from an ugly accident the other ones are just her being silly cause she has some scars, blame of our cats when she tries to shower them and another one from when she was trying to make some chicken nuggets on the air fryer last month and she burned herself.
— he’s correct. 
— the broken arm… she told me she was playing outside when she was in kindergarten and she fell and broke her arm, she also told me the school didn’t call her parents right away and waited until her grandma picked her up from school but she took her to the hospital right away. sadly, they didn’t sue the school because they’re good people, the teachers weren’t. 
— that story is also correct. 
— ugh, so tiring being the best boyfriend/future husband out there — jungkook sighs. 
jungkook: 3
yn: 2 
question no.7: how many tattoos does jungkook have? which one was for yn? 
— jesus christ — yn says — i kid you not, jungkook doesn’t even know how many he has himself. 
— i don’t know the total number but i do have a close number, if she reaches it she’ll get the answer right. 
— fine, uhm, the eye he had before was my eye but i told him to cover it because it was done really bad like the eyelashes and the color were a mess but there are other ones about me, the thunderbolts and the flower on your elbow, right? 
— yes — he nods with a smile. 
— and i think, you have a total of 21? 22? with the new seven tattoo behind your ear i think so, yeah. 
— she’s not close in the number but she’s right about the tattoos about her — he smiles at her. 
jungkook: 3
yn: 3 
question no.8: what are yn’s favorite hobbies? 
— reading, learning languages and trying out new restaurants everywhere she goes. 
— that is correct. 
— she’s currently reading beach read but her favorite book is the portrait of dorian gray because my girl is into classics but they have to be a little gay; she speaks 4 languages those being english, italian, korean of course and french. the latest new restaurant she went was momofuko ko here in new york and she loved it.  
— i love you — yn couldn’t stop smiling as she got close to jungkook to give him a little kiss.
— i love you more — he said, after kissing her back. 
jungkook: 4 
yn: 3 
question no. 9: what is jungkook’s pet peeve? 
— damn, he has a lot — yn laughs — but i can name a few. 
— i don’t have a lot! 
— oh yeah? — yn asks and then turns at the camera — jungkook can’t eat if he notices people being loud while chewing but he is the loudest chew-er ever, he gets mad if whoever is driving doesn’t know how to park and oh! he despises when people walk slow but he had to be patient with me because i am a slow walker. 
— she’s really slow but since i love her i can be patient with her. 
— thank you, means a lot. 
jungkook: 4
yn: 4 
question no.10 (final question, decides the winner): if yn hadn’t been a model, what would’ve she been? 
— oh, my girl’s born to shine — jungkook holds her hand — because she wanted to be a UN ambassador when she was young because she loved learning languages. 
— oh my god, i did! — yn intertwines her fingers with jungkook’s — but i don’t even remember telling him about this. 
— you said that on an interview but you also said that to me when we were on one of our first dates — he smiles at her. 
— i did? 
— you said you saw it on tv — jungkook nods — and that you wanted to travel the world like them. but now you travel around the world as a model, either way you were gonna be successful. 
— reached full success now that i’m marrying you. — yn kisses him — i guess you won. 
the interviewer behind the camera asked them if they wanted to say anything else before finishing the video.
— my soon-to-be husband has released a song called seven, not that it needs promotion because the song's killing it but if you haven't listened to it you should, the song saves lives.
— yeah, i released a song, i wrote it and it was just for her — jungkook smiles — my girl is also releasing her own clothing line so make sure to check that out too — jungkook points at the camera — and before we finish i want to say i won, yn lost — jungkook looks at the camera with a serious expression — vogue subscribers, i am here to tell you again that yn is a loser and i will write on my wedding vows to always call her a loser until death do us apart. 
yn hits him on his arm and jungkook giggles.
— i hate you, jungkook. 
— i love you too, my sweetie cutie pie, come here.
jungkook brings her in for another kiss.
— thank you, vogue! see you next time — jungkook says while squishing yn's cheek with his own cheek.
— save me — yn mouths.
and the video finishes.
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wonwayne · 2 months
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then because she goes ☁️ yang jungwon
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pairing : idol!jungwon x gn!reader genre : angst, some comfort warnings : cursing, one violent thought word count : 0.8k
a/n : just read wuthering heights so here comes the brontë-infused angst !!
“—because you’re never home when you say you’ll be, and it’s actually— you— how much of an asshole do you have to be to think you can take me out on the one night i don’t want to? when i’ve cleared out my schedule in the evenings for months to be with you? this is the night you choose, and i have to go along with it?? that’s pretty fucking amazing, won. pretty fucking insane.”
jungwon kept quiet as your voice raised, aware that you were absolutely right. if he had really seen you as a priority, he could’ve worked quicker through a practice or left a team dinner early to get to you sooner. he wasn’t sure how he’d ever looked at that heavenly face — this heavenly face — and thought to pass up on it. and he certainly had no words of justification now, you staring daggers at him with heartbroken eyes. they took his breath away.
“i’m so sorry,” he said slowly, ready to be cut off at every next syllable. “i know i’ve been terrible these past few months. i’ve been meaning to make it up to you, really. i just—” he glanced at the clock. 8:14. was it worth saying? “i got a reservation at your favorite place, i thought you’d want—”
“you must not know me at all.” could a gaze pierce any harder?
jungwon attempted not to appear hurt. “i know your favorite restaurant,” he offered, half-playfully.
you shook your head. “you don’t know me. you don’t know how to listen.” you looked up at him forlornly. “i just told you i have no intention of leaving the house with you right now. didn’t you hear me? don’t you… ugh, can’t you…” you searched blindly for the right words. “can’t you just let me have my way for once?”
as soon as the question left your lips, you felt so hopelessly like a child that your whole body seemed to physically contract, surrendering its capacity to keep tears in. you were choking up.
jungwon took a step forward, some vague motion of aid, but you couldn’t bear to fall apart in front of him — the last thing you wanted was his assistance, him treating you like something small, something solvable. with a sharp pivot, you ran hastily into the bathroom and shut your boyfriend out. as soon as you did, your knees gave in and your body sank to the tiles, back pressed against the door.
when he came to knock, softly, desperately, you could feel the thumps through the wood.
“baby?” he sounded so gentle, it sent shivers down your spine. “can i— can i come in?” silence. “please?” silence. “if you want to be alone, i’ll go, but— i promise i won’t say a word.”
silence; then sobs, from your side of the door, so quiet they could’ve been gulps. jungwon winced, leaning back for a moment to tune out the weeping — otherwise, he knew he, too, would crumble in two seconds.
“darling,” he resumed after a pause, voice thin, practically begging: “please, please don’t cry. please, darling, y— love, you’re killing me. please. i love you. and i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. please.”
the bathroom grew hauntingly quiet. something in jungwon’s gut told him that any minute now, when he least expected it, you’d smash the door in his face and leave him bleeding there as long as one ethically could. not because that was your nature — obviously it wasn’t — but the noiselessness was terrifying, and at this point, he sincerely felt that he deserved nothing better for making you cry, if for nothing else.
an anxious eternity passed before the door cracked open, and jungwon could finally talk to you, face to tear-streaked face. only, everything he had planned to say deflated immediately at the sight of you.
you broke the silence this time. “i think we missed dinner.”
jungwon stared back at you, unable to control the pout taking shape on his lips and the tears welling in his eyes. “i missed you.” he shook his head, trying again: “i missed you.”
you brushed away his tears gingerly with your thumb, taking his whole body in your arms. it was the most natural thing you felt yourself doing all evening. “baby, i was right here,” you whispered, as if you needed to confirm your closeness through words, too.
“i know,” he sighed, “but you were gone forever. almost.”
“mm. something to consider next time you tell me you’re coming home at 7 and come at 7 in the morning.”
jungwon nodded firmly, taking your hands in his. “there won’t be a next time like that. promise.”
your silence sanctioned his resolve — no words were needed to confirm how you trusted jungwon to keep his promises.
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MC's light isn't supposed to be on this late at night.
Mammon just happened to be walking past Cocytus Hall, definitely not on purpose, after a night out.
He also just happened to glance up at MC's window and saw that the light was still on.
He definitely didn't worry that they'd fallen asleep at their desk, working and would wake up tomorrow with a sore back. It's pure selfish self-preservation over dealing with a grumpy attendant that drives him toward the door.
It's not even locked, what are these two, insane?
Two humans alone in the Devildom who don't even lock the front door, he's going to get Lucifer on them for that later.
He's visited a few times now and follows the light under the door up the stairs until he stands in front of their bedroom door, only to freeze up once he got there.
What the fuck is he doing?
What now, knock? He's already walked into their house without permission, MC's gonna think he's a weirdo, or worse, that he cares!
He debates turning tail, but before he gets the chance, the door creaked open.
MC's the picture of tired, cotton sleep shorts and a lazy tank top, hair a dishevelled mess with blue light glasses tangled among their locks.
The human doesn't look at all surprised to see him there, cradling an empty coffee cup in one hand, leaning heavily on the door as they eye him tiredly,
"What the hell are you doing up?" He blurted before MC could ask what he's doing in their house.
Tired eyes gaze up at him, lazily fishing their glasses out of their hair. "I can't sleep."
Their voice was soft, cracking and lethargic; behind them is desk covered in paperwork lit by a stub of candle, wax built up around it almost spilling out of its tray.
"So you're working?" Mammon gaped, pushing them backward into their room, scooping both the cup and glasses out of their hands. "Z'at supposed to help?"
"No, but I figured I may as well be productive."
"Screw that, you need sleep damnit."
The demon set MC down on their bed, urging them to settle down while he blew out excess candles, submerging the room in almost complete darkness.
"What's keeping you up anyway?"
MC shrugged, cheek buried in the pillow Belphie gave them last week. Mammon can still make out their blank stare, fixed on some far away point, jaw hinged tight.
"Hey...what's keepin' ya up?"
MC sighed, scooting away from the edge of the bed, lifting the covers. "C'mere, please?"
Mammon froze, gulping down nerves as his body practically moved on its own, sinking onto the mattress beside them.
As soon as he was within arms reach, MC cuddled close, tangling their legs together as the buried their nose in his chest, breathing deep before relaxing completely against him.
He hesitated, hands hovering nervously before giving in to the urge to hold them, letting them press to his chest, relishing in the way they relaxed so completely with him.
"Can you stay, please?"
Mammon replied without hesitation, burying his nose in their hair, pressing his lips to the crown of their head. "Long as ya need me, darlin'."
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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year
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Eddie was acting weird.
Well, he was always a little weird. But this was weirder than usual.
For one thing, he kept sneaking into the bedroom as soon as he got home from work, not even acknowledging that Steve was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He always came up behind him and kissed his shoulder before going to shower. Always. But not for the last couple of weeks.
Then, Steve noticed he would be on the phone with Hopper of all people. It’s not that they didn’t get along, they’d moved well past that, but they didn’t exactly seek each other out for conversations. He waited until Steve was in the shower or already in bed, which rubbed Steve a bit wrong. Eddie never hid shit from him.
But the turning point, the moment that Steve decided he needed to say something, was when Eddie went to dinner with Robin. Alone.
Eddie and Robin were friends. Some would even say close friends. It’s hard not to be when you face what they have together. But they always hung out with Steve.
So when Steve found out they’d been out without him, he confronted Eddie.
“What the hell are you up to?”
Steve was maybe coming off as a bit of an asshole. His hands on his hips like he was ready to discipline a child, his face serious, voice stern. But he had to know what was going on.
Eddie raised an eyebrow, not used to being at this end of Steve’s mom pose. He usually stood behind him with a smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest to emphasize his disappointment and amusement at whatever child had earned it.
“What do you mean?”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Dinner with Robin? Without me?”
“Am I not allowed to be her friend without you?”
Eddie’s voice had turned guarded in a way that it hadn’t been with Steve in years.
Steve paused. Something was wrong. Eddie wouldn’t be acting like this if it wasn’t something big.
But what could he possibly be talking with Robin and Hopper about secretly? Was he in trouble? Were they trying to charge him with something from years ago? Why would he go to Robin about that and not Steve? Why would he have to sneak into the bedroom every evening?
The math wasn’t adding up, but Steve nearly failed math two years in a row so maybe he shouldn’t try to make the calculations.
“Are you in trouble? I can help. We can go somewhere. Hopper doesn’t have to know. Is he helping you? He should, he knows you’re innocent. They can’t even charge you for anything anymore right? There’s like, a statue of limits or something?”
Eddie was staring blankly at him.
It must be worse.
Maybe he was going into Witness Protection and Steve couldn’t come so he was trying to plan how to tell Steve. Oh God, Steve couldn’t let him go with no idea where he would end up or what his name would even be.
“Eds, please. You can’t go. They may not give you a choice, but you could maybe write to me so I can follow you? I’ll change my name too.” Steve felt tears in his eyes, and he hated it. He hated that his reaction to this was panic and crying as if he was the one in trouble and on the run. “Do they know we’re a package deal? And Robin. Robin will have to come. Is that what you talked about at dinner?”
Eddie was still just staring at him.
“Eddie please. Talk to me.”
Eddie shook himself out of his stupor, looking down at the floor and mumbling something Steve couldn’t quite hear.
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“I’m taking you to Disney World.”
That was not a sentence Steve ever thought he would hear. Especially not from Eddie fucking Munson.
His first reaction was to laugh, but when he saw the way Eddie’s face fell, he stopped.
“Um. Okay. You’re serious,” Steve let his thoughts wander as he watched Eddie’s whole body tense the way it did when he was working himself up.
Steve thought about how they had watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade last year and saw a float from a new Disney film, he couldn’t remember which one now, but he remembered turning to Eddie and saying, “you know my parents never took me to Disney World? All that money and they spent it all on their exotic vacations and cruises and left me at home.” Eddie had looked at him like he broke his heart before he said “Wayne could never afford it so I never really bothered to ask.”
And it wasn’t that a lot of their friends had been. Growing up, more kids spent time at beach resorts or the lake for summer vacations. Disney was still so new to people, it seemed like a pipe dream for anyone who didn’t have at least a middle class income.
But Steve saw the commercials. He watched the movies. He secretly loved the idea of a whole park dedicated to the childhood happiness and magic he felt when he watched them.
But he never asked his parents, and by the time he thought he could try to go, he was “too old.”
He’d given up on the thought.
Eddie was playing with his rings nervously, still avoiding eye contact with Steve.
“You’re taking me to Disney World?” Steve felt his voice break as the realization washed over him.
Eddie was somehow finding the money to take him to a place he’d secretly wanted to go since he was a kid, even though it was a place he probably didn’t want to go, and he’d wanted to take him so badly he somehow involved Robin and Hopper in the planning process.
God, he loved him so much.
Steve stepped closer to Eddie, hesitantly reaching out to pull his hands apart and lace their fingers together.
Eddie finally looked up at him and Steve couldn’t help leaning in to kiss him softly.
“You’re taking me to Disney World.”
Eddie nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
“How? When? Why does Robin know? Why does Hopper know?”
Eddie chuckled before he placed a kiss on Steve’s forehead.
“Robin knows because she’s been arranging everything. I couldn’t really do it here and work’s been busy so I couldn’t do it there. She offered to help. We’ve been planning it since last Christmas.”
Steve felt himself fall even more in love. Somehow, the love of his life and his platonic soulmate have been planning this incredible trip for him for six months and had only recently given anything away.
“Hopper knows because I did have to make sure I could leave the state. I know my name was cleared, but I just wanted to be certain. Then, he got involved with the planning because he wants to take El and Will this year.”
Steve was gonna start crying, probably any second. He could feel the lump in his throat getting thicker.
“I’ve been saving up anything extra for months. The kids all put in some money to buy your ticket. Mrs. Wheeler let me use Mr. Wheeler’s airline miles to book the flight so it was only about half the cost. Mrs. Henderson gave me her work bonus to put towards the hotel at Dustin’s insistence. Apparently she usually uses it to send him to camp, but he didn’t want to go this year. So. Yeah. Surprise?”
Steve was crying.
Everyone had played a part in this happening, and Eddie was the man behind it all.
Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s neck and jumped to wrap his legs around his waist. He did this all the time, so Eddie only stumbled a little before settling with his hands under Steve’s thighs to hold him up.
“I love you so fucking much,” Steve said against Eddie’s shoulder, tears staining his shirt. “Thank you.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Eddie placed a kiss on Steve's temple, letting his lips linger for a minute before pulling away.
“So we leave this weekend.”
Steve dropped his legs, immediately panicking about the trip.
“What? What about work? I have so much to do. How long will we be gone? I’m supposed to bring Dustin and Will to a show Sunday. Oh no. I don’t even have a bathing suit. There’s a pool at the hotel right?”
Eddie kissed him, effectively shutting him up, though not quite quelling his panic.
“I’ve already arranged all that. Mike got his license and got permission to drive them. Robin got you off the schedule. There’s a bathing suit in the bag I’ve been packing slowly for weeks.”
“Oh my God, that’s what you’ve been doing. I’ve been standing here waiting for my hello kiss while you secretly pack things for a surprise trip to Disney World. I’m so stupid.”
“Hey. None of that.”
Steve nodded once distractedly. Yeah, yeah, no talking negatively about his own intelligence or whatever they all made him agree to.
“When were you gonna tell me? When we were on the plane?”
“As if you would have arrived at an airport without asking me ten million questions,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I was gonna tell you tomorrow night at dinner. Will even made this card that had clues inside.”
“Shit, I ruined it.”
“Sweetheart, no. It’s okay. I won’t tell Will. You can still keep the card. It’s a really cool design. He made Disney World look like a D&D game, said you’d probably not get all of it, but thought it was cool. It is, and I think I want him to design a tattoo for me when we get back, but I may have to call the shop in Indy I go to and –”
It was Steve’s turn to cut off his rambling with a kiss.
“I can’t wait to go with you. I can’t believe you would want to.”
“I’d go anywhere with you, you know that.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
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ohimsummer · 1 month
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husband! gojo finally convinces you to stop staying up til the crack of dawn awaiting his return home. he cares too much about your well-being, and someone would have to kill him dead anyway before he just never came back. you go to bed at a decent time that same night, and your lover comes home to find you passed out in his shirt and all snuggled up with his pillow.
he loves that you’re getting some sleep, but he’s also….jealous of the pillow? usually gojo comes home to your warm embrace and sleepy kisses—something he does miss right now, but he’ll pester you for plenty of your affections in the morning. that should be him cradled up in your arms, him being squeezed to your chest. him cuddled up and being clung to like he’d disappear if you let go.
blue eyes narrow at what should be an empty spot beside you; the feelings haven’t subsided when gojo finishes his shower, and he borderline yanks the cushion from your grasp, slotting himself between your limbs and mentally cursing when you begin to rouse from slumber. he gives your forehead a soft peck, whispering sweet nothings to lull you back to sleep, and then places that blasted, home-wrecking pillow beneath his head to drift off.
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tagz: @elusivemoon @anthoosies @staryukis @yunymphs @sttoru :3
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crabsnpersimmons · 2 months
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thanks for the positive response to himbo Moon! he also wanted to say thanks:
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some extras under the cut!
Edit: Image descriptions added!
no text version:
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oh and in case you're curious about what his new body looks like, i managed to remember to take a picture of the sketch before inking! he basically has glamrock freddy's model design, except his legs and feet are more slender so he can be more light on his feet:
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also... i did the math (meaning, i eyeballed a height chart with freddy's model and put the numbers in an ellipse calculator i found online)—freddy, and therefore moon here, has a bust size of 179.74 cm or 70.76 inches (almost 5'11" circumference).
writing muse: not thicc enough. the world record for the largest muscular chest is 74 inches!
...do with that information what you will
this is what i did with that information (with a cameo of @vacantfields's android moon! they've got a bit of rivalry/affair/kismesis between each other ♠️)
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poor hairdresser himbo moon isn't as flexible as he used to be :')
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lokischickadee · 6 months
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🤤🤤🤤
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etherealyoungk · 7 months
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bf!mingyu drabble
after scrolling through your entire fyp page that was filled with pastries, cakes and everything sweet, it was natural you were craving cake it something sweet. and it didn't help that you were on your period and your cravings were x10 intensified. you'd seen a bunch of videos on souffle pancakes and you remember telling mingyu as you were snuggled in his arms that you wanted to try souffle pancakes once.
when you stir awake and find yourself alone in bed, you frown because you'd surely fallen asleep next to mingyu, in his arms, warm and comfortable. so when you woke up alone, without mingyu's touch and warmth, a pout instantly formed on your lips.
too tired to call out to him, you call him on the phone and hear his phone ring outside before throwing your phone to the side and turning over burying your face in the pillow, the dull back in your lower back still there.
"love? are you awake?"  he asks, his voice filling the room and you feel the bed sink as he placed his hand on your lower back, rubbing soft circles to help ease the pain.
"hmm you weren't here when i got up", you reply turning around slowly so you were facing mingyu.
"are you feeling better?", he asks, looking at you.
"a bit", you mumble, reaching out for his hand.
mingyu gets up and protests leave your lips asking him to sit back down. you wanted nothing more than to cuddle in his arms again. he smiles and chuckles at your cuteness before saying he'll be right back.
when mingyu comes back, he's holding a plate of something and when places it in front of you is when you realised what it is - souffle pancakes. mingyu had made you souffle pancakes.
"gyuuu", you let out looking up at him with. "you did not make me souffle pancakes" you tell still in denial.
"i sure did my love, anything for you", he says with a grin before sitting in front of you. you take a bite and cover your mouth dramatically at how good it is. you could cry right now (blame the hormones)
"mingyu. baby. babe. gyu", you tell and he chuckles watching at all the names you call him. "this is so good", you tell lifting your fork to feed him a bite", he eats and nods his head in agreement.
"i might have outdone myself with this one", he says.
"you did, you outdo yourself everytime you make me something", you tell smiling as you take another bite of the soft and fluffy pancake.
after you've polished the place, mingyu puts it on the side table and just as he's sitting back down on the bed you pounce in his arms, hugging him. you hear his chuckles as his hands wrap around you, holding you close.
"i miss you", you tell, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"im right here though", he tells, confusion in his voice.
"still you were gone when i woke up and i just miss you okay", you add.
"can't have you missing me now can we", he says as you lift your head up and finally look at him. you nod your head in agreement.
"you look tired", he says observing your face.
you did look tired and drained and he wished he could do more to make you feel okay.
"that's because i'm dying gyu", you tell dramatically. "you didn't give me any kisses gyu, where are my recharge kisses",  you tease looking at him.
he grins his pretty smile as he looks at you with pure fondness.
"one serve of recharges kisses coming right up", he says leans, kissing you.
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dumbificat · 4 months
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mammon, after a long day of degradation from his younger brothers and punishments from his elder brother, requires only one thing. your love. and your attention but that’s two things.
he makes his way into your room, head down and in no mood to talk. he doesn’t need to say anything when you’ve already moved the blankets for him before he even reached your bed. he lays between your thighs, head on your stomach and your hand in his hair. he tentatively reaches out with his other hand and intertwines your fingers. the only sounds in the room are the soft breaths from you both, and the occasional movement of sheets.
you’re not surprised when he slowly shifts and moves up your body until his head is buried in your neck. placing a soft kiss on his temple, you wrap the blankets around the two of you and settle in for the night. you know on nights like these, he needed the comfort of your embrace as a reminder that he was loved; the events of that day made him question if he was even wanted by his brothers.
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idubiluv · 7 months
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how svt would comfort their stressed s/o
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a/n. probably my last post for a while :( i will miss u tumblr dot com but i will be back !!!!
genre. hurt/comfort
wordcount. 0.8k
warnings. crying, stress
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seungcheol
if you cry, there’s a 99% chance he’ll end up joining you. he just can’t stand watching you struggle or just be sad. you both cuddle on the couch, with your head on his chest and bawling your eyes out to some hallmark movie as an outlet for your emotions. he'll kiss your head when you fall asleep halfway through it, wishing only good things your way.
jeonghan
you want to cry? he offers his shoulder, the shirt he’s wearing is old anyway. you don’t wanna talk about it? simply holds you and strokes your hair and whispers into your ear how much he loves you. you want to cuss out every single person and thing that pissed you off today? he’s already wishing the worst upon them because how dare they inconvenience his baby >:(
joshua
“aww, what happened?” it’s so easy to talk to him. he’s attentive and such a good listener. holds your hand throughout your entire rant and wipes your tears away with a fond smile, dragging you to eat the bowl of your favourite soup he made you. there’s no way you could continue feeling down when your boyfriend is a positivity bug.
junhui
listens to you patiently and offers advice if you need it. probably tries something cheesy to cheer you up instantly, like making you dance with him right there in the living room to some stupid love song. when he spins you around and pulls you close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat feels like everything will be okay after all.
hoshi
he’d probably want you to tell him what’s bothering you, since he’s a vocal person and would be able to understand your situation better that way. but if you don’t feel like talking he’s still there for you, ready to give you anything you need. a hug? a kiss? a cookie? a tiger plushie? he’s got them all and more, just for you.
wonwoo
he’s not the best with words, but he'll listen to yours. hears out every single thing you have to say, and offers some pretty solid advice if you’re willing. afterwards, he’ll either force you to play cooking mama with him or just wrap you up like a burrito instead, safe and sound in bed. he’ll read to you till you’re fast asleep.
woozi
tells you to breathe, breathe and breathe. once you’ve somewhat calmed down, he’s all ears. when you’re done with your rant, he might just pick up the guitar and play some song he wrote about you a million years ago but never had the courage to show you. tells you that you are his star, his inspiration, and that you’ll be just fine.
minghao
patience in human form. he handles you with so much care, as though you were a little flower with petals on the verge of breaking off. he has you figured inside and out, so it’s no surprise when he understands exactly what you are going through. hugs you and tells you that it will all be okay and that even if it won't, he will still be by your side.
mingyu
he would be absolutely heartbroken. would probably hold you like that one time he did with drunk hoshi (you know the one) with the biggest pout, and listen to you– even if it all comes out jumbled with your cries. kisses your tears away and makes you a warm mug of hot chocolate with the tiny marshmallows because he knows it always makes you smile.
dokyeom
one thousand percent would cry along with you :( at one point, you’re both just hugging each other and crying about what went wrong and how nothing is fair in life. collects himself for you and rocks you back and forth in his hold to ground you and then sings you to sleep.
seungkwan
“why is this happening to you?” bursts into tears at the mere sight of you not being able to form comprehensible sentences because of how crushed you are. suffocates you into a hug, kisses your entire face and your head and your hands and repeats that you are strong enough to face anything, till you begin to believe it.
vernon
nods along, adding appropriate reactions wherever required. “oh, screw them actually. i hope there’s a cockroach in their food tomorrow.” would hold you for three hours straight and not let go first even if his arm has been in the same position for so long that he can’t even feel it anymore. he’d rather his whole body go numb before ever letting you go.
chan
he’d be on the verge of tears, but would put on a pretence for you. would do everything in his power to ensure that you don’t continue feeling like shit– be it buying you flowers you once mentioned that you loved as a child, or taking you out for pancakes with chocolate chips and a whipped cream smile that resembles his own.
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moo-blogging · 1 month
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Lord I just want to melt in Levi's arms. I want him to pat my head. His palm strong but gentle on my head, moving left and right as he ruffles my hair. The way he would caress from the top to the back of my back, landing on my neck before hooking his arm on my shoulder.
He would pull me in as I crash into his shoulder. I would let go of a breath I didn't know I want holding, sinking myself into his embrace.
Idly, Levi would pat my back, humming whatever song that came to his mind. And I would be in his arms, melted, safe and loved.
Things are going to be okay.
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shoulmate · 9 months
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Suna's not sure how to handle this.
The last thing he expected when he got back from lunch was to find his manager, the strong-willed stubborn and sometimes a little thick-skulled EJP manager, crying.
But here you are.
Tucked away in a corner of the gym hastily wiping your eyes when you realize he's seen you.
"You, uh...You ok?" he clumsily asks.
You hold his gaze for a moment with such resolution that he expects you to say something snarky or joking back to him until your features crease with stress and you start crying again.
"No," you wearily admit, "I'm not."
Suna stands there awkwardly too far to pat you on the back--unsure if that's something he should even do--but too close to walk off without making it seem like he's just abandoning you.
"Shit just gets like...really hard sometimes, you know? And...And I didn't have a great home growing up but sometimes I just...I just need a hug.
"I need a hug from my big brother that's all-encompassing hug that tells me I'm not alone like when we were kids and I felt like someone always had my back. I need a hug from my dad that gives me a place to fall apart, a hug with security. I need a step-dad hug that's reassuring and supportive. But I can't.
"I can't have that because my stupid older brother moved away to find his own safe space and build a healthier life for himself and his family. And how can I blame him for that?!
"And I won't get a dad hug because we don't talk. We haven't talked in years and our relationship isn't strained it just doesn't exist. I have no respect for him and he doesn't respect me or the improvements I'm trying to make in my life.
"And I would ask my step-dad for a hug because he treats me like his own child and makes me feel like I'm actually deserving of basic human needs but I know he would drop everything and drive hours just to give me a hug and how can I ask that of him!"
You cover your face, uncomfortable with the emotional dump you just took on Suna.
Through the gap in your hands, staring at the floor, you see Suna's sneakers then his knees as he squats in front of you and one of his veiny hands appears reaching up to tilt your chin until you're looking at him.
"Can I hug you?" His normally disinterested gaze is furrowed as he searches your expression. "I'm definitely not any of those people so I don't know if I can give you any of those things but..." He gently cups your cheek. "You're definitely not alone.
"I'm here. The team's here. We know we make you life a living hell sometimes," -you snort and he smirks- "okay, I make your life a living hell sometimes... But you're not alone. You've got us.
"You've got me," he quietly adds, unable to read your reaction.
You look like you're on the verge of tears again.
"Can I hug you?"
When you nod he pulls you into his arms, somehow maintaining his balance as your weight shifts against him.
He clutches you as if he was the one who just revealed more than he meant to about his own life.
Like you're adrift in a storm with only each other to stay afloat.
You hug him back, arms struggling to wrap all the way around his beefy, toned torso and he squeezes you a little tighter as if he's keeping the pieces of you together.
"Thank you, Rintarō," you whisper into his chest and he just nods into your hair.
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florasuno · 7 months
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Choso didn’t realize how much he would like it. He always was fond of the physical affection he received - when Yuki had slapped him on his back with a big grin, and every time Yuuji would wrap his arm around his shoulders and muss his hair.
But he didn’t know how different it would feel with you. Safer, almost. When you tucked his head into your shoulder, and his nose brushed against the soft skin of your collar, all he could smell was your body wash. It was clean and lightly floral. Green, maybe? It made him think of wildflowers and moss. Your arms looped around his shoulders and back and he was so much bigger than you. Not in height - he was actually fairly average height at 5’9. But in body mass, he dwarfed most people. He was broad shouldered and didn’t have a tapered waist like Gojo.
“Choso’s built like a brick house!” Yuuji once said. He didn’t know what it meant, but his younger brother said it with a grin and love in his eyes, so he took it to be a compliment.
You wrapped your limbs around him. Your fingers tangling in his hair, and tracing the scars along his lower back while your legs drew his waist closer to yours. He blushed against your neck, feeling his face heat as you sighed and nuzzled your nose into his hair.
“Choso’s built like a brick house!”
You touched him like you wanted that house to be a home.
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starrylevi · 4 months
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Better Days ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
You don’t know if it’s the comedown from the meds, your period, or one of your disorders making you feel this extreme sadness but you need this feeling to go away. It’s more annoying than anything. You’re not one to compare anyone’s pain but Levi’s been through an entire war in which he lost his eye, a couple of fingers, and his ability to walk. The war in your head is nothing compared to that. So what you do is you grit your teeth and just try to ride this almost debilitating wave of misery until it’s over.
Of course you’re silly to think that Levi wouldn’t be able to tell something’s wrong. He’s lost some things but he definitely hasn’t lost his perceptiveness.
“Oi…” His tone is soft as he places a hand on your thigh, taking you out of your thoughts. You realize he’s right in front of you and he’s wearing a small frown. When did he get here?
You blink rapidly, your surroundings slowly coming into focus. “Hey.” You reply, your tone also soft but there’s an underlying tiredness in your voice and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi.
“You okay?” He asks you, giving you the chance to open up and be honest, his eyes looking at you with concern.
You blink a few more times, still in a bit of a daze. “Yeah, I’m just-“
“Don’t do that.” He cuts you off gently. You know what those words mean. You know better than to lie to me. And you do know better. But you also don’t want to burden him.
You give him a tired smile and continue. “Really, Levi-“
“C’mere.” He cuts you off again with a pat to his thigh, beckoning you to sit on him.
“Your legs, Levi.” You remind him, worried your weight on him will put too much pressure on the lower half of his body.
“I don’t care.” He sighs before he grabs you by the waist, surprising you with his upper body strength despite you knowing that he continues to keep himself in shape, especially when it comes to his arms and core. He places you onto his lap and positions you so that you’re sitting bridal style on him in his wheelchair.
“Levi…” You whine, although you let out a slight chuckle as your arms find their home around his neck.
“Mm?” He looks down at you, his eyebrows raised as his arms encircle you.
You roll your eyes playfully as he feigns stupidity.
He gives you a small smirk before his expression softens, concern still present in his eyes. “Seriously, what is it?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.
You sigh yourself before your shoulders raise in a defeated shrug as you look back up at him. “I don’t know…I’m just sad.” You give him a glum smile.
And there’s the truth. It hurts him to know you’re feeling this way and there’s no way for him to realistically help. He wishes he can reach inside you and pull all of the negative feelings out. He would swallow them himself if he could. He can deal with sadness but it’s a struggle to watch you deal with it. So for now he tries to help as best as he can through his touch, holding you tight against his chest as he places kisses on your skin. He might not know what to say but he knows how to touch you to remind you of the promise he made to you before the war, of living through better days. You are his better days. They don’t exist without you. But more importantly, you deserve better days. You deserve the laughter, the hugs, and the happy tears. Better days are coming, but they’re also here. And Levi’s willing to go through hell and back to make sure you stay for them.
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TTD - Dastardly Hug
Being a hero had its inconveniences. You could be called for help at any hour, you could be harassed by any angry civilian because you didn’t do a good enough job, or of course you could be hit and killed by some villain on the loose.
However, what worried Hero at the moment was the paperwork. It was the dreaded time of the month when they had to log in the agency website and describe every one of their good deeds to be paid. It had taken a bunch of tries to finally access their account, and now they were wondering if bringing a dog back to its family counted as “security” (the dog was certainly safer inside the house) or as “improving the well-being of citizens” (a category that could embrace all kinds of actions, to helping an old lady to cross the street from stopping the apocalypse – who designed these things ?).
Behind their back, the door creaked in an ominous way (they really needed to lubricate the hinges). For a brief instant they fervently hoped that it was only a gust of wind, but the light of the room suddenly went off. They sighed and saved their progress while their roommate solemnly declared:
“I am darkness. I am the creeping blackness that cannot be killed by any light.”
“Sure, but I’m certain you still will be in fifteen minutes. Can you come back then ? I’m doing paperwork.”
“You wish to surrender to the horrors of bureaucracy rather than mine?”
“I don’t wish it, but we kinda need the money, you know. What did you want ?”
“Why, tis but a common reminder to surrender in my presence that should strike fear and reverence in your heart. Every activity of yours should pale into insignificance.”
“Can you be more precise ?”
“I’ve come for intimidation and invasion of your personal space.”
Hero looked at the screen of their computer. It had been already two hours since they began. Oh, fuck it.
“Yeah, okay.”
They patted their knee and extended one arm. For a moment, they couldn’t see anything, then they felt the weight of a person on their lap and a head on their shoulder. It was impossible to see the shape of the silhouette huddled up them, only a vague black cloud, but it wasn’t a problem. They were getting used to it by now. They closed their arms gently until their fingers met a back, that they rubbed.
“You have so many knots.”
“It’s because I’m very twisted.”
“Maybe you should straighten your back more.”
Former Villain shrugged and didn’t answer. They both stayed like that for a while, silent and quiet.
“Hero ?”
“Yes ?”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you ?”
Hero’s hand froze on their roommate’s back.
“Why would I do that ?”
“Just checking.”
“Of course I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Still no answer. Fingers clutched at their shirt, almost desperately. Hero knew by now that asking if their roommate was okay was a lost cause. They never answered in a straight manner. So, after clearing their throat, they awkwardly said:
“Uh, if you let me suffer into the hands of the bureaucracy for a little while, you could beat me to video games if you want to. Or we can watch a movie together. But, uh, in a really evil way ?”
“In a really evil way ?”
“I don’t know, I try to make it sound appealing to you.”
“You’re terrible at it. Nevertheless, I will graciously accept your request.”
“How kind.”
After a moment, Former Villain slid from their lap and went out. Hero didn’t turn back to their paperwork immediately. The truth was that despite Villain being their roommate, they didn’t know much about them. Who needed to pretend that wanting a hug was very evil, and what kind of past did they have ?
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Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.
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photo albums & recovery
SUMMARY: Azul's mom sends him home with some photo albums that leave him feeling...icky.
CHARACTER: Azul Ashengrotto.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: Azul my beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The prompt I used was "Start your story with a character looking through an old family photo album."
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Azul never did like looking at photos of himself when he was younger.
After his self confidence was destroyed by his classmates, you couldn't blame him. Being as bullied as harshly as he was would leave anyone reeling, insecurities bubbling up inside of them and solidifying.
You’d been chipping away at them, slowly but surely.
Now, back at NRC from a recent trip to Azul’s home, you watched as your partner shuffled through the old photos his mother had given him, his facial expression shifting from uncomfortable to heavy cringing depending on how old he was when the picture had been taken.
“You were a cute kid.” you mumbled, sitting down beside him.
He didn’t respond right away, but you didn’t expect him to. He wasn’t trying to hide the pictures from you though, which was progress.
“I would tell you that you need not butter me up, but I have a feeling you’d argue with me if I said so.” he sighed, brow furrowed as he stared at a picture of him holding his small treasure chest full of coins he’d collected.
“You’re right, I would argue.” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder, “You were cute then, and you’re cute now. You’re also really smart, and reliableeeee, and haaandsome!”
You laughed as he blushed, turning his head away from you.
“Must you insist on saying those things?” he gritted his teeth, eyes flickering to your slouched over form.
“Yes. Azul, I might die if I don't tell you how cute you are every day. Or that I love you. Or that I could never find anyone better for me than you. Or that you’re so amazing and talented and such a strong person, or that you’re so hard working and caring. Did I mention how much I love you yet?”
He groaned, pushing his glasses up his nose as he avoided your gaze. You laughed and smacked your lips against his cheek. His eyes went wide as he turned to face you, slack jawed.
“And it’s cute how you’re still not used to my affection.” you hummed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “Now, tell me about this one. I see Jade and Floyd were here, too!”
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