#cutsie

“honey—you’re not gonna like it.” nanami warned as your eyes goggled his bowl of rare looking food, this was your third time asking him for a bite. “oh my god nanami! how am I gonna know if I don’t like it if I never tried it!”

he twists his in the bowl, food going into his mouth whilst your mouth began to water, her makes it look good and you—well you just wanted one bite! “y/n, honey. please stop pouting your making me feel horrible.”

you send him glares from the couch, his shirt swallowing you whole as you crossed your arms, you look back at him—sat at the table enjoying his meal. “baby please! just one bite!”

he puts his fork down, looking annoyed as ever his patience wearing thin with you. “no I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not gonna like it—and then you’re going to ask me, and I quote—‘nanami how the hell do you like this?”

you’re stubborn as hell, the reason he predicts you is because this has happened on multiple occasions, “okay fine whatever—just say you hate me.” you now face the tv, arms crossed once again as you mock him under your breath. ‘not gonna like it—blah blah blah.”

“sweetheart,” he tries but you ignore him, your gonna do this until he gives you a bite. “honey.” he stands up now, his feet pattering over to you his bowl in his hand.

you try to hide the smile that sneaks onto your face when you see the bowl in his hand, “ah, there it is” he murmurs, twisting the fork and you widen your mouth, the taste is so bitter. but to your surprise nanami has a napkin in front of you—handing it over. “go on.” and you spit the food out. “yuck! babe how the hell do you like that?” he throws his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “god i know you so well.”

he leans in pressing a kiss to your cheek, “maybe because I’m not a picky eater.” you scoff, “I’m not a picky eater—I just won’t eat anything you eat..”

“exactly a picky eater.” he states

“are you trying to argue with me right now?”

“what—no y/n.”

“hm.”

he places the bowl aside, now placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you—even if you are a picky eater, and think I don’t know you.” you give him a glare, “yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes sarcastically, “i love you too.” you smile.

“you really drive me up the wall.” and you smack with the couch pillow.

Ghost: What are you doing...?

Soap: *hesitantly* cuddling?

Ghost: *glances around empty room*

Tags: grumpyxsunshine, only nice to you, no use of Y/N, just like kissing and cursing,established relationship, tell me if i forgot anything

Summary: emo rockstar eddie with an attitude towards everyone but his sweet sunshine younger girlfriend

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You and Eddie have been dating for about three years.

Those years consisted of your parents and friends trying to convince you to break up with him.

All they saw was a 30 year old, aspiring musician, emo drug dealer, preying on the previous bubbly girl they all adored.

Little did they know how much of a sweetheart Eddie was behind closed doors.

He’d learn your favorite song on his electric guitar, cook on those days you really needed a good home cooked meal, paint your nails for you, buy you anything those green eyes he loved so much lingered on for more than half a second.

And the best part? He’d let you test all of his new products before selling them to his buyers!!

Free weed, a loving boyfriend, amazing sex might i add, what more could a girl want?

You two were like fire and water. Eddie, the fire, who’d threatened to fight someone whenever a guy stood too close or held a conversation for too long. You, the water, rushing in to pepper his face with kisses in order to stop your ever so loving boyfriend to spend a night in jail. Again.

You swoop in whenever his eyes got that look in them, the one where it was almost as if a fire was behind them. You’d be all,

“Ed’s baby..cmon, it’s not worth it!! Baby..baby please, cmon..i don’t want your side of the bed to be cold tonight..”

and his demeanor would instantly change. The honey in your voice, pout of your lip, those doe eyes of yours… his biggest weakness was..you. So naturally, he’d back off, bring you home in his van..smoke some weed and then fuck you to his favorite Iron Maiden album.

Why would anyone ever want to deprive you from this life?

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