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fae we’ve all seen ur receipts

[mowehhnk]

almost sets the kitchen on fire trying to bake and oh no now she's crying over a pan of burnt brownies.

               SHE’S ON THE FLOOR, CRYING ABOUT BROWNIES,               &&  he  soon  realizes  he’s  never  been TRAINED on how to DEAL                     with a  p r e g n a n t  wife.           he can only go over & kneel down                     beside her, cupping her head in his hands. he offers her a SMILE,                     trying his best not to LAUGH at the situation. ❛ hey, hey— it’s OKAY.                     i don’t even LIKE brownies,  ❜ he assures her, kissing her forehead.

[mowehhnk]

crawls in ur lap :|

                  HE’S SITTING ON THE BED,     paperwork on his lap                   when he feels her get onto the bed. he knows all TOO WELL                         that she’s going to disturb him.         he leans his head back,                         staring at the ceiling as she makes her way onto his lap. he                         looks back down to her,    brows arched up & a small smirk                          on his lips. he chuckles softly & leans down, kissing her on                          the forehead.                   ❛ can i HELP you with something?  ❜

[mowehhnk]

just hugs him tbh. hugs are nice. uwu

                        HIS ARMS ARE AROUND HER THE MOMENT SHE                         TOUCHES HIS CHEST. he smiles just a bit, head tucking                                into her shoulder.               he does nothing but hold her, hand                                 brushing  her  back  before  moving to gently TANGLE into her                                 auburn locks. she’s cold, as usual. he can only try & squeeze                                 her tighter,      gently swaying them.       he’s not one for being                                 overly affectionate,     but, she’s his WIFE. not just some girl. he                                 kisses  her  head  before  smirking  a  bit  &  picking  her up,                                 spinning her around before setting  her  back onto her feet.                                 ❛ you should EAT more.               i can feel your ribs, anya.  ❜

[mowehhnk]

draws invisible patterns on his back with her fingertips, tracing the words "i love you".

                 HE’S LAYING ON HIS STOMACH, eyes closed as he                       focuses on leveling out his breathing.        he can feel her soft                       fingers on his skin.   she always gets sentimental AFTER.  he                       doesn’t mind. he might,    if she were anyone else.    but, for                       once, he doesn’t MIND being tethered to someone.    so, he                       cracks open an eye to watch her,    seeing the far-off look in                       her bright gaze. he smiles just a bit & leans over,   pressing                       a kiss to her chin.          ❛ i love you, too, anya, ❜ he mumbles,                       nose raising to nudge against her own. ❛ ——–your fingers                      are cold. come here,  ❜   he murmurs, pulling her gently into                       his arms & kissing the top of her red-head. he tangles their                       legs together & wraps his arms around her,        almost too                       tightly —— & it’s on purpose, cued by the laugh on his lips. 

[kazachxk-blog]

—-    ▌ ✕ ❞▐ The con artist clenched his teeth as he leaned against the chipping door frame and stared at the female sitting in the room before him. Sure, he knew Anya well, they had a past. Or whatever the hell one would call it. He would even dare say he quite enjoyed her company. BUT this time she came in dripping blood all over the peeling carpet and that would mean strangers coming in and cleaning that and.. ugh.

❝ I don’t suppose you’re going to ask me how bad it looks, are you? ❞ The man took her leg and turned it slowly as to get a better look at the rather angry wound that he had already attempted to bandage once. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh.  ❝ What was it you were doing to cause this, again? ❞

[hofdingi-arch]

breathe and i'll carry you away into the velvet sky

                                        hiccup  &  anya                                                                                                  for spoopyduchess