You + me + a car = let's see how foggy we can make it be.
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You + me + a car = let's see how foggy we can make it be.

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this goes above the fire place
thinking about boyfriend haechan who always has a hand on your hip, regardless of where you are or what you’re wearing, even if that means the skirt of your dress bunches up beneath his palm and exposes more of your thighs, even if that means slowly slipping out of the conversation because the circles he’s rubbing beneath the denim of your jeans, thumb slipped beneath the waistband of your low rises, are undeniably more stimulating. in a busy airport with a delayed flight, he’ll sit while you stand in front of him, steering you with his hands on your hips, bringing you close enough to rest his forehead against your navel, breathing in the sweet notes of your perfume, and imagining a much more titillating scent just out of reach. your hand drops to the top of his head, twisting strands of hair between your fingers while you watch the screens changing rapidly with updates, awaiting one for your flight to jeju. one tug and he’s kissing your stomach through a soft moan, through the material of his mask, imagining a wet spot against the delicate cotton of your tee.
Heya, loves! 💜💛 Here's a small treat for you this cozy sunday morning: just Ed and Stede being all soft and kissy.
the predator stalks his prey (the wendy's bag)

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I wasn't bothered by them splitting the bill i was freaking out that they didn't deny that it wasn't a date.
svt finds out you were married before you met them
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seventeen find out you were married before being with them
seungcheol: he’s at the bodega around the corner because you’re out of… he forgot the excuse. luckily, it was mumbled and difficult to make out, so he’ll bring back coffee. his palms are sweating and he looks up at the ceiling as if the answer’s in between the popcorn. now, you’re his. he’s yours. you’re one. but you were someone else’s, and that idea isn’t new to him, but knowing that someone was your husband makes it feel different. he looks up again. “please give me something here.” a light flickers. he leaves without the coffee
jeonghan: he stops to watch you spoon strawberry jam onto slices of toast. they’re golden brown triangles beside scrambled eggs, and you’re making sure the bright red covers the golden brown surface perfectly, just like you always do. the only red he can think about is the blood his heart is pumping, and the fact that his heart stopped pumping for a moment or two
joshua: “now everything makes sense.” “what do you mean?” “sometimes you’re just too good at being my partner.” “that has nothing to do with being married before. i’m literally just in love and obsessed with you. actually, being married did make me strict about the dishes. i’ll never go to bed with a pile in the sink.” “baby, you won’t go to bed if there’s a spoon in the sink or a crumb on the countertop.” “and how good does it feel to wake up and see a clean kitchen, hmm?”
jun: he’s confused. he’s wearing it, swallowing it, holding it in his gaze, and suddenly wondering how well he knows you— why it took you so long to tell him
soonyoung: “i knew it was a mistake by the next morning. i woke up craving my mom’s pancakes.” “have her send us the recipe.” you squeeze his hand and bow your head so your lips can brush its palm. “don’t worry, history won’t repeat itself.”