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You barely glance up from your chopping. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” he replies, his grin widening. With a playful sidestep, he’s right beside you, giving you a light hip bump that makes you stumble a bit, almost cutting off your steady chopping. A small smile creeps onto your face, despite your efforts to stay focused on dinner. You roll your eyes, though it’s clear you’re not annoyed—just amused.

Jake raises his eyebrows and starts rolling his shoulders, leaning into the beat with that funny little dance he always does to make you laugh. It’s half shoulder shimmy, half confident strut, and he exaggerates it with a serious face like he’s performing for a grand audience. You can’t help but laugh, and the sound only seems to encourage him further.

“You’re ridiculous,” you giggle, trying to concentrate on the vegetables.

“Maybe, but I’m ridiculous and on beat,” he says with a wink, adding in an even more exaggerated shoulder move, trying to coax you into dancing with him. “Come onnn, dance with me.”

“Jake, we’re cooking! And I am not dancing,” you insist, though the laughter bubbling up makes it hard to sound serious.

He shrugs, “Fine, I’ll just dance for the both of us then.” But before you can protest, he reaches over, setting your knife aside and gently pulling you away from the cutting board. His grin only widens as his moves get increasingly dramatic with every beat.

“Just one dance,” he coaxes, holding out his hand. “The last time we danced together was at our wedding, don't you miss that?”

You narrow your eyes, trying to stay composed, but a grin starts tugging at the corners of your lips. “Fine,” you sigh dramatically, slipping your hand into his.

He pulls you close, and the two of you sway together to the music, moving in sync with a bit of silly exaggeration and a whole lot of warmth. You let him twirl you once, twice, until you’re breathless with laughter, stumbling as he dips you unexpectedly. He lifts you back up with a smile and a wink, making it all feel so natural and lighthearted.

At one point, he holds you close, swaying gently with a tenderness that softens his expression. “See? Told you it’d be fun.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help grinning back. “Fine, maybe I will admit it was fun.”

“Only maybe?” he asks, his voice low and playful as he dips you once more, bringing you back up only to spin you again. He’s savoring every second of this, holding you as if you might just float away if he lets go.

You shake your head, feigning exasperation, even though you’re clearly enjoying every second of it. “Alright, you win. I’m having fun,” you finally admit, laughter laced in your voice.

“Look at that smile,” he teases, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face. Before you know it, he’s leaned in close, his gaze dropping to your lips. He pauses, just long enough to see you smile, before pressing a playful kiss to your cheek.

“You’re impossible,” you murmur, though the warmth in your voice betrays you.

He laughs, the sound wrapping around you like a soft blanket. “Only for you,” he whispers, pulling you close once more.

You feel a warmth settle over you, one that has nothing to do with the cooking. Because with Jake, even the simplest moments—like a silly dance in the kitchen—feel like they’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Gun

He got tattooed an old-school traditional mermaid with your traits.

You were watching him make dinner when suddenly he rolled up his sleeves, his usual tattoos were accompanied by a new one, a mermaid. You approached him and took a look "I'm not really fond of the idea of you having another woman than me in your body, but I kinda like this one" he remained silent and watched you inspect his new permanent art piece.

The hair of the mermaid was pretty and kinda similar to yours, her nose too, and her lips, her breasts covered by her hand in the same way you cover them when you are naked in front of your boyfriend... You lifted your head to look at him, Gun would never say it out loud, but he got his girl on his skin, the only woman that seduced him to the point he couldn't think of anything else, Gun who needed you on him, so when he physically couldn't have you over his body all the time (believe me, he would love it to happen) got you on his skin instead.

"If you cry over this, I'm going to leave, and I mean it, y/n"

Jake

Jake was surprisingly more discreet, he got your name on his chest, over his heart, hidden over his previous one.

You rested your head on his naked chest while your hand was feeling his skin from his abdomen to his chest, there, on his heart, you felt a little protrusion like a little scratch. Your eyes focused on that spot and found a fine line hidden on his tattoo, your name was written over his heart.

You gasped and raised your head to see his face, "you've got my name!?" he smiled and nodded. "Just a little permanent reminder that I have you in my heart always" you watched him surprised and thought about the words permanent and always "have you really thought about the permanent thing? what if we break up?". Oh, Jake looked at you as if you insulted him "no, honey, you are my soulmate I'm not giving up on us, never" you smiled and kissed his lips, "I love you, permanently".

Vasco

This lover boy decided to get your portrait in an old-school style next to the bird on his chest, right over his heart.