“Need help?” You snicker, and he smiles a little back, letting out a sigh as he turns his head to face you and rest his forehead against yours.
There’s a long pause where he remains like this, before he finally let’s out a soft, “fuck you, Egbert,” and you laugh, a little too loud for the time of night and the silence of the hallway. - The Complex Art Of Playing House, fanfic.
guys
guys guys
i. this, this fanfic. it’s
so fucking cute. no giant black drama, just the feelings of marshmallows.
marshmallows.
i just want to draw every paragraph.///
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