𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉

[Debbie gasps when he takes the cup from her hands and very dramatically sings a line from Bette Midler’s ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’, extending her hand out to him] Did I ever tell you you’re my hero? [giggles, dropping her hands by her sides as she lets go of her cup]  Cappuccino, double shot, one sugar packet. [she hands him a $10 bill] and get yourself something pretty, Eze. [pats his hand]

[Without getting the reference himself, Ezekiel still mimics Debbie’s expression, his own hand outstretched so the tips of their fingers touch only for a moment before he bursts into chuckles.] Only, uh, pretty much every fucking day, but I’ll take it regardless. [He narrows his eyes when he tells him her order, as if it would help him remember it later.] Uh, okay, cappuccinooo... double shot... one sugar packet. Cap 2-1, gotcha. [He takes the money from her and raises a brow.] Shit, something pretty? Sugar mommy vibes over here, dropping tens on me: what a flex. Real talk, though, why can’t you go in there? I’d ask if the Boogeyman’s inside, but that sounds like exactly the kind of place we’d die to go to.

ezekiel grayson as one of the five new and improved love languages; playlists

love to you is sitting down after you spent a day with your favorite person, and collecting every song that spells out how you feel inside, giving that to them the very next day, with just simple, “these made me think of you”. you don’t really know how to articulate your feelings, and on top of that, everything you say feels like a confession. you tend to be a bit melancholic, a simmer in your feelings. you don’t ask for a lot back in love because you don’t really expect it. but you’re allowed to let your shoulders rest, you are allowed to take love in. it’s so much easier for you to take your lover’s hand, a point to here, and here, and here, and say this is how i feel: