#and bc they don't like having cat food in the fridge they give each cat half a can

[ryanthedemiboy]

Good news: i'm home safely

Bad news: my luggage is not.

Further bad news: I hate living here.

Fuck sake, I ran out of tags. Second half of the tags is here. First is in the actual tags.

Navi's food has his anxiety meds in it. Tael doesn't need them. And Navi needs the full dose. But fuck that I guess.

And they started relying on a weird system that alerts them when an animal goes out the doggy door at night. so they can yell at the cat if that's who went out. Except if they've already fuckinh run away to be eaten by coyotes or hit by a car. Or ignore it bc they're fucking asleep.

And then when i'm upset at them for fucking up, they tell me i'm being ungrateful and that the cats are fine.

They just couldn't be bothered to take an extra few minutes out of their day to do what I asked in the way it needed to be done.

Just. I've been home 17 hours and I already feel like shit and hate living here.

I'm so fucking tired.

[spoopdeedoop]

hi i have some disorganized thoughts/hcs abt the found family human doctor au

(one of the thoughts being i should really give it a better name. another being YES this is only the nuwho doctors atm bc that's the only series i've watched so far apologies. if i ever get around to watching classic who i will add them trust)

BEHOLD my random, not at all in-depth headcanons

nine is the only one with a car out of all of them. they all keep bugging him to drive/pick them up from places -- he has mixed feelings about being the assigned taxi driver

both twelve and eleven are teachers -- college professor and preschool teacher respectively. twelve's students love them because he will say the most stupid, hilarious shit with a straight face without even knowing and eleven's students love him because he is the only teacher at the school that will dance with them during musical chairs (he doesn't even play the game. he just dances)

i want to make one of them an actual doctor but i don't think any of them could handle it unfortunately

they all share an an apartment flat on the same level -- nine, twelve and fifteen live in one room, ten, eleven and thirteen live in the one across from them. of course there are other people in the building too but they're all used to the strange loud hyperactivity of that particular flat. i think i'm using the right terminology here. yall know what im talking about

(i'm so tempted to make some companions be their neighbors)

nine and ten are the most insomniac of all of them, so they're used to bumping each other in the dead of night on their way to raid each other's respective fridges or something. very rarely thirteen will join them and they're like "WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE"

twelve does sleep, but like. he's nocturnal

eleven and ten hate each other in a sibling kind of way (see: day of the doctor). they are constantly sending each other death threats or tripping each other over. everyone is sick of it

sometimes when they're out shopping you'll hear ten yell "GET OUT OF THE FROZEN FOOD YOU NUMPTY WE ARE NOT BUYING FISH FINGERS" over the aisles and you'll hear eleven whine "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH" back

(if you're lucky you'll be able to catch fifteen mumble "why did we put them in the same apartment. are we asking for an eviction notice")

eventually eleven will pick a random stray cat off the side of the road, take her home, and name her bowtie, which is a stupid name, so everyone just defaults to calling her kitty

kitty's favourite person is twelve, to eleven's absolute despair

(my original idea for this was to initially have ten hate the idea of living with a cat, since he's stated full on in the show that he doesn't like cats, but apparently there is some very obscure doctor who comic run in which he falls into a depressive spiral and adopts a cat whom he names rose-the-cat, so he might actually like cats idk?)

anyway ten hates her until he doesn't lmao. he vents to her when there's no one else home and she will Stare at him back and it is a very nice friendship

kitty and nine watch shitty romcom together

they have a joint groupchat together -- half of it is just thirteen and fifteen assigning everyone outfits they find on pinterest and the other half is eleven asking where everyone went (he keeps getting lost when they go out)

nine doesn't know how to download pictures off the internet and so resorts to manually editing memes together to send to the groupchat and everyone's like "girl that's so much more effort........."

(yes he doesn't know how to press save image to camera roll but he knows how to use a photo editor flawlessly. such is the logic of the idiocy of the doctors)

eleven and thirteen get along very well i think. they're the only two of the group to play video games and so they bond over that. they also have ridiculously similar clothing taste

sometimes they'll succeed in getting fifteen to play pokemon with them and then they'll proceed to not see him until the next day when he comes out of his room and goes "you didn't tell me plusle couldn't evolve i've been levelling it up all fucking night"

friday is assigned movie night (it's always big hero 6)

eleven is the only one to actively seek out physical affection, usually really abruptly like clinging to thirteen's back as she passes him in the hall or bapping ten with the palm of his hand until he sighs and gives him a hug. he does expect a platonic kiss on the forehead from anyone before he goes to bed and will complain if he doesn't get one

anyway thats it i'm sick in the head and really sad. if this keeps up i may be forced to actually write a fic

[the-demonus-aunt]

Demon bros reacting to MC slapping their ass and walking away without saying a word?

Sorry for the delay! Loved writing this, though.

Listen, I don't know if you wanted something sfw or nsft, but I know what I wanted, so nsft is always marked as such.

CN minors dni. Reader x brothers. Reader has a clit. Consentual manhandling.

The brothers reacting to MC slapping their ass and walking away without saying a word

Belphie

He's probably lazing on the couch or dozing off in the attic, so he's too lazy to do more than moan

However you've now started an elaborate game of surprising each other with random booty slaps

His slaps actually hurt but you still think it's fun

Mammon and Levi are crazy jealous of him bc they want to join in but wouldn't dream of just touching you

NSFT:

You just walked away? How dare you just walk away after jump-starting his horny thoughts? And by Dia, why is he too lazy to follow you and drag you back? To push you onto this bed, far up in the attic and away from everyone else to hear how he would pay you back? To tear your clothes off of you as quickly as you had seized your opportunity and hurt you in all the right ways?

Oh, how he wants to dig his teeth into your shoulder and his nails into your thighs until you beg for mercy like the little slut you would become for him. Yeah, he might be drifting off again, but it will not be a peaceful sleep.

Beel

You catch him stealing food from the fridge at night and seize the chance

God, his butt is hard??

He does not notice. His cheeks are too strong and his food fixation is too overwhelming.

Only when you start laughing and turn around will he realise what happened and look at you dumbfounded, cream still smeared all over his face

NSFT:

Bad timing. He's kinda horny from all the tastes on his tongue and the workout from the Fangol game he just came back from. You may try to walk away, but his hand is around your wrist before you can take another step and your head hits the table in the middle of the room before you can yelp. He apologises indistinctly, but his lips are already on you, kissing down your neck, hot breath already dizzying you.

It's good you get wet so fast for him, because he's in you in seconds, taking you on the fragile wood like no one could ever come in. Well, nobody will, now that you're screaming his name so loud.

Asmo

You know that anime moan that super self-ironic 14-year-olds do before they scream "yamete"?

Yeah, that's the sound he makes but he means it.

He will give you a cheshire cat grin and ask if he can follow your lead

Your ass is now permanently red for the rest of your days

NSFT:

You might have done this with his brothers around, but he will give you a visit tonight. And when he does, you can bet that his hands are down your underwear as soon as your door's closed. He'll push you onto your bed, legs spread wide and pull your panties to the side to immediately draw wide circles into your clit. He'll spread your slick all over your twitching cunt, lick his lips and dive right in until you've cum an unbearable amount of times. And when your hole pulses, skin raw from the overstimulation and your pretty little bud is all swollen, red and soft against his tongue, he'll finally give you the chance to retaliate.

Satan

He is stretching to reach a book on the top shelf in the library.

He yelps and almost falls over tbh

He's kinda mad at first because he dropped the book and it is a really fragile first edition

However, he soon gets over himself and realises: you just touched his butt???

Oh, he's following you now.

NSFT:

One minute, you were walking past the closet where you store towels, shampoo and tooth paste. The next, you're in there, tongue deep down Satan's throat, his hands firmly on your waist and your nails digging into his shoulders.

The smell of clean cotton mixes with his taste of pine and old books. The wetness between your legs mixes with his precum, as he slides into you, moaning and crying. His thrusts are slow, but his teeth are rough as they nibble on your lower lip. He's going to devour you for what you've done.

Levi

He is taking a CD out of his gaming console, crouching down with his ass high up, it's too tempting.

He is speechless. Buffering. Data still loading, don't press the off button.

You just? Had your hand? On his ass? Just like that? Nani the fuck?!

Everytime he sees you, he wants to retaliate. He never does, he's too shy

NSFT:

Levi watches you walk away but his thoughts are already exploring all the other places he'd let you touch. Fuck, how he wishes he had the guts to act on it. Instead he returns to his room, turns the key in the lock and wraps his desperate fingers around both of his lengths at once.

He adds pressure to the base and shakes, he spreads his precum around his tips, he whimpers as he imagines your clit under his fingers. Imagines how he slaps it with one of his cocks while the other explores your depths. Imagines how you sigh his name when it rubs you in all the right ways with each thrust. And he comes undone in thick spurts right into the loose sweat pants he's still wearing, panting, thinking of you.

Mammon

Oi, what the fuck, human? He was just minding his own business, searching that drawer for some silverware to sell.

Blushes but plays it off

His eyes go back and forth between the drawer and you. In the end, he follows you.

Tells you you can't just do things like that, but secretly hopes you'll slap his ass again

NSFT:

You smile innocently at him, but it automatically turns into a seductive smirk. Oops. It only takes a hand on his cheek and a small tug to make him bow down to you and let you kiss him. And a few minutes later, it only takes two strokes and a needy moan for him to cum on your chest.

Good thing he's willing to make up for it. His tongue sloppily grazes your clit everytime he licks up more of your slick, while his index and middle finger press right that sweet spot inside of you. No mercy, just overwhelming pleasure. And when he can tell how close you are, he variates: firm little licks on your clit switch rapidly with the pressure on your g-spot until you cum so hard on his hand that he has trouble swallowing your juices.

Lucifer

Excuse you?

What business do you have with his butt cheeks when he was just pouring some demonus into his chalice?

Dia damn it, lamb, it's staining his best pair of pants now?

The feeling lingers, though, and when it leaves, he wishes you'd replace the ghost of your hand with the real thing again.

NSFT:

Of course, that wouldn't work. No, his hands were supposed to be on your ass now, beating it red.

There's no way you made it out of his study and there's no way he'd let this go. Instead he pushes you beneath his desk: "You made the mess, now suck it off."

And that's how you end up suckling on his pants while he continues his work until his hard cock hurts from the strain. When he finally allows you to take his clothes off and he bends you over his desk, his arm wraps around you and he takes care of your swollen, needy clit while his crop comes down on your ass and leaves gorgeous red streaks. Oh, how he loves how the feeling of your soft bud under his fingers and your smell and your destroyed little whimpers mix.

[closeted-goth]

getting insane bc the partner and chef in law don't use the fucking bins I bought. the bins I specifically bought bc they are foot pedal operated bc touching bin lids to open them is a no no or whatever. every morning I wake up and do laps of the kitchen and loungeroom and put all the rubbish from the previous night into the bins. I am policing and asking and begging as hard as I can but it just isn't working. don't get how people don't just bin as they go.

I am cooking noodles. I open the noodles packet and transfer the contents to a bowl whilst I await the boiling of the water. I break the noodle cake into quarters in said bowl. I put the bowl down. I put the noodle packet in the bin (<- like 10 cm distance away from the stove/bench). I get back and the water is boiled and I put the noodles into the boiling water. I open the flavour sachets and dump their contents into the water. I give the noodles a quick stir. I go put the flavour sachet in the bin. I come back and finish cooking the noodles.

I am drinking beer (for the sake of the hypothetical). I finish a can, I pick up the can and walk to the fridge (the bin is in a direct line between couch and fridge). I put my empty can in the bin as I pass by. I continue on to the fridge. I get my next can and return to the couch. Repeat.

I am eating a Drumstick™ iced cream. I unwrap the top bit so I can eat the iced cream. I place the top bit of the wrapping on my leg or knee (I am sitting down whilst I eat iced cream). I have finished my iced cream and I am left with the bottom bit of wrapping in my hand and the rest of the wrapping on my knee/leg. I pick it all up. I stand up. I walk to the bin and I put it in the bin.

I am feeding the cats! I grab two packets of wet food. I open the packets of wet food and empty the contents of each packet into separate bowls. I walk ten centimetres to my left and place the empty packets into the bin. I return and pick up the bowls and put them in their designated spots. The cats enjoy a delicious dinner meal.

the point is the cleaning up happens as part of the task itself. I do not understand how every morning I wake up and there are six (6) empty beer cans on the living room floor or empty noodle packets on the bench or empty cat food packets on the bench (frequently these have tipped over and cat food juice has spilled onto the bench). we have talked about this. many times. and once again I am just a broken record at this point.

clearly the solution is more bins. I am going to buy more bins and put one at every major rubbish point of the house. surely this will work yes?

[og-danny-dorito]

[ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 ]

v v hard to explain this concept but basically it's what pieces of them they leave behind with you that would make it known that they live with you/come to your house often. the only people not included is the blonde dude bc i didnt really think his character was around long enough to mention and all for one because hes stinky. enjoy!!

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢:

- black hair dye stains on your bathroom sink

- the lingering scent of weed and cigarettes in your bedroom

- stolen hoodies on your couch for convenience

- takeout boxes with his name on them that you've most definitely eaten from

- an extra pair of shoes that he could wear for taking a smoke outside since he almost ruined yours last time

- a half finished beer bottle on the kitchen counter that he'll take a sip from and then promptly pour down the sink next time he comes over

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢:

- his nintendo switch that he keeps "forgetting" to take back to his place (its just an excuse to come back over even though he doesn't need one)

- anti-dandruff shampoo and conditioner on his ledge of the shower

- the scrunchies/bracelets he gave back on the coffee table so he could steal other ones of different colors

- fast food wrappers near the foot of your couch

- scented lotion you told him you liked on him for his skin

- a card for kurogiri's bar so you could come get him if you needed help and couldn't contact him

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞:

- dirty undershirts and sweatpants in your clothes hamper

- the smell of cigarettes and musk on your couch, bed, and blankets

- a razor and some shaving cream on your bathroom sink's ledge for when he needs to shave at your place

- the cologne you bought him on your dresser that he wears when ya'll go out

- a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand for "emergencies"

- some mugs he put in the freezer so ya'll could have something cold to drink the beers he brought out of

- a few extra towels he brought when ya'll first started sort of living together cause he thought it would annoy you if he used up your clean towels

- not really in your house but i thought i should mention it: theres a few photobooth pictures of y'all in his wallet

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞:

- a few dresses/nice blouses in your closet that she put there in case of surprise dates

- a few things of expensive lip balm that she thought you would like

- a written note that says "don't forget to eat today <3" on a container of food she packed for your lunch

- a list of movies on a piece of paper on the counter that the two of you could watch next time you meet up

- some rubber bands under the couch that she lost because she keeps having to tie her hair up

- old mascara in a drawer in the kitchen that she can't use anymore but you never threw away

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚:

- stickers. EVERYWHERE. mostly lisa frank and cute ones she got off etzy

- sticky notes on your bedroom wall and fridge with encouraging notes on them so you'll be motivated to get through the day

- scrunchies that she gives you to wear with each outfit so you're never under-accessorized

- smiley faces with little fangs all over your notebook pages along with little doodles of y'all holding hands

- a framed polaroid of y'all's first date

- a cook book with stars next to the recipes she wants to try out with you next

- some cat-themed utensils that she thought were cute

- "how to raise a child" books since she's trying to convince you to adopt a cat with her

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫:

- his laptop and headphone set

- some extra blankets on the couch because he likes to be warm at all times (he is technically reptillian so it makes sense)

- a small dent in the bed since he literally doesn't move from there if he doesn't have to

- a few scratch marks on the floor in the kitchen where he fell and accidentally scuffed the ground with his talons

- the armor plates for his gear that he was fixing at your place because you had the very specific tool he needed

- an extra pair of keys to his place on the key rack

- a five dollar bill with a frowny face sticky note because he lost a bet

- so many hoodies. so many. its a problem.

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢:

- a dress shirt in your closet that he left that you've designated as your personal nightshirt for when you miss him

- his "special pillow" he brought from home since yours were hurting his neck

- a bottle of expensive wine above the sink for special occasions

- a few potted plants that he got you in your living room to "spruce up the space"

- some books on your nightstand that he likes to read you to bed to

- a printed list of places to go eat out at (he's old don't @ him)

- expensive matching pajama sets that ya'll rarely ever wear

- a list of people to call on the fridge if anything were to happen to you and he wasn't there

𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬:

- a vase of red and orange roses on your kitchen table that he bought you last time he visited

- a bunch of really expensive jewelry he bought (NOT stole this ain't dabi) in your dresser

- some fairy lights the two of you set up in your little backyard dining area since he said it didn't feel romantic enough

- a magic book he bought for you on a shelf in your room after you kept asking him how his tricks worked

- a handwritten note from him saying "you look stunning, darling <3" on your mirror in his fancy ass handwriting

- a pair of red gloves sitting on the kitchen table that he forgot on his way out this morning

[ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) ]

[ionlycareaboutyou]

henlo it is me sending u a prompt!! u can pick either pairing that u mentioned i don't mind but can u do them moving in together for the first time, specifically dealing with all the weird quirks + household habits that you discover when you start sharing a space with someone? what odd things do each of them do + what makes the other person annoyed or enamoured? ty ily 💖

hello thank u! i thought i’d do sethon for this one bc it seemed fitting for them! ily 2! this turned out SOOO sappy so i’m sorry if it gives you a toothache fkdajs

cw for smoking and references to sex

After their wedding, they go to Seth’s place right away, skipping the cast and crew after-party to drink wine in bed and kiss, undressing each other slowly and almost carefully. Their lips are stained and bittersweet, and Seth’s delighted to find that Stefon had worn something pretty under his skinny jeans and Ed Hardy shirt.

“I can’t believe I almost let Anderson have this,” Seth half-jokes, mouth hot over the lacy front of Stefon’s panties.

He giggles. “I knew you’d chase after me.”

“Am I that predictable?” Seth quirks an eyebrow, one hand coming up to squeeze and stroke his husband’s inner thigh.

“Mm...not predictable...stubborn,” Stefon replies, then lifts his hips up a bit. “Now, can we please consummate this marriage, Seth Meyers?”

“Is it considered consummating if we’ve done this before marriage?” Fabric is pushed to the side. A kiss is pressed to a sensitive place. A gasp echoes in the room.

“Well--oh--no, I think that just makes us sinners.” Hands thread in between dark hair that’s streaked with silver.

“Sounds about right,” Seth decides, and shuts up from there on out. 

Afterwards, they’re thoroughly exhausted, but manage to keep their eyes open for a little longer, to clean themselves up and brush their teeth side by side. When he looks up in the mirror, Seth is struck at the tender image of them, and he can perfectly picture a future where this is an everyday occasion. 

They slide into bed, legs entwining and lips pressed to jaws, necks, underneath ears. “I want to ask something,” Seth says, before he can forget it and drift off. 

“Mm, ‘kay.”

“You wanna move in with me?” He lets his hands run up Stefon’s chest and over those broad shoulders that have been a subject of maybe ten different fantasies.

Stefon cracks one eye open. “Like, here?”

“‘Course. Where else? I mean, if it’s too soon--”

He gives a light and airy giggle. “We’re married, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are,” Seth replies, a finger trailing up his husband’s neck. “But I’m open to whatever you’d like, I don’t know if you’re really attached to that apartment.”

Stefon doesn’t actually live in a garbage can like he joked about once on Update, but it’s barely a step up from one. Seth had picked him up from the place a few times, and Stefon always claimed that he was barely there, it was a place to sleep every other night if nothing else. It’s a tiny studio above a shady drugstore that keeps odd hours and always has flickering lights. The ceilings are low, and Seth isn’t sure how Stefon manages to get around with his long legs without hitting his head constantly. So it’s not really a surprise when he says, “No, not too attached. I like it here better. My lease is up next month anyway.”

“Good.” He gives him a sleepy smile. “I’ll help you move.”

“Perfect,” Stefon says, and nestles his face into Seth’s neck. They’re asleep within minutes.

--

Stefon doesn’t own too many things, but what he does own is extravagant. The closet in Seth’s--their bedroom is suddenly filled with color. The top row of shirts are a mix of patterns and neon and pastel and strange sayings. The bottom row is filled with button ups in neutral colors: greys and blues and light greens, and maybe a plaid patterned one to switch things up. It’s apparent to anyone whose clothes are whose. The living room is decorated with strange and abstract art that Stefon got from friends. Each tiny sculpture or painting or sketch has a story. Russian and French literature in their original languages joins British literature on the bookshelf. Boots with sequins and heels go next to loafers in the coat closet. Intricate and pretty bongs are not very well hidden in the living room. It’s something that requires adjusting, that’s for sure, but Seth loves it. He loves the color that his husband brings to their home, and his life.

There are other things that require adjustment, too, and they’re a bit harder to adjust to than the new things that clutter their place. Seth knew Stefon kept weird hours, but experiencing it firsthand is another thing. He’ll roll over at 3 AM, open bleary eyes, and find the other side of the bed is empty. Stefon is pacing in the living room, feet light and silent, like some sort of cat. Seth always tells him to come back to sleep and Stefon will tilt his head, eyes half lidded as he nods slowly and waves a hand. He’ll slip between the sheets sometime before the crack of dawn. Seth will sometimes ask in the morning why he woke up, and Stefon will shrug and say “I was just thinking”. It’s something that they’ll work up to, Seth reminds himself.

They find differences that they didn’t notice before. Seth wears socks in the house, often mismatched, and often a point of teasing by his husband. “No one sees them except you!” He insists. “They’re no-shows!” Stefon, on the other hand, wears slippers that slide across the tile floor of the kitchen every morning, or just pads around barefoot with his toes always painted a different color. Bark Ruffalo usually trails behind him.

Stefon has an interesting affinity for healthy vegan food despite not being vegan himself. The freezer has dairy free ice cream (that, Seth has to admit, isn’t so bad) in it, and one week Stefon finds himself on a kale salad kick and eats them for dinner nearly every night. Seth can’t understand the appeal, but Stefon is the one who does most of the grocery shopping, so Seth is just quietly amused by the presence of all the green foods in his pantry and fridge. It doesn’t stop them from drinking sweet wine now and then, or buying a small cake just to buy one and kissing the frosting off the corner of each other’s lips.

Seth quit smoking a few years ago, but sometimes he’ll smell smoke from the balcony of their place, and Stefon will be out there, smoking a long and skinny cigarette and looking over the city. “It’s not good for you,” Seth always says, even though they’ve smoked together plenty of times outside of 30 Rock. 

“I know,” Stefon says, one time. “But I can’t stop giving in to peer pressure. Everyone tells me I won’t be cool if I don’t smoke.” His voice is adjacent to a bad Fonz impression.

Seth kisses his lips, not minding the smoky taste at all. “I thought coming out here while you were smoking would make me crave a smoke, but--”

“Oh, I know what you crave, Seth Meyers. I can see it in your eyes.” They kiss some more, until Seth pulls him inside so they don’t get in trouble for balcony-indecency.

Despite their many differences, there’s things in their life that come together with incredible ease. Their shower schedules match up perfectly; Seth in the morning, Stefon in the evening, but it doesn’t stop them from sharing one every now and then. They still brush their teeth side by side in the morning when they’re both up at the same time, smiling around their toothbrushes when they make eye contact. Sometimes Stefon will prefer to languish in bed while Seth gets ready for the day, but he stays awake until Seth leaves so he can give him a goodbye kiss.

Within weeks, they’ve “christened” every room of their place, and found out countless things about each other, and they’ve had moments where they’ve been frustrated and they’ve needed time apart, for just a few hours. But they always come back, they always curl into bed at the end of the day, closely intertwined with their dog at the foot of the bed. Lips will press against lips, jaws, ears, foreheads. It doesn’t feel like the first time every time, rather, it feels better than the first time. There’s new things to discover and fall in love with and laugh about together every day.