♥️ 🤭 Hold My Head 🤭 ♥️ (F4A) (Dullahan GF) (Cuddling My Head Whilst My Body Cooks for Us) (Cheek Nomming)

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Easy on the garlic, please. Some of us would like to kiss this evening. Thank you.

Okay, veggies done, sauce done, garlic bread is perfect. Now, the bad boys. So, yes, men separate and.

.. Okay, now roll the meatballs into even balls and then place in the frying pan. About 30 minutes.

Low heat, low heat. Well, so far, the kitchen hasn't exploded. So, so far, we're ahead.

Come on, that was funny. No sense of humor. Hello, my darling.

You're home early. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's my turn.

Because you always insist, so I'll do the cooking. Honestly, I don't mind. No, I don't mind.

It's me. I tell you, I promise. Never mind.

Come here and give me a hug. No, body is busy doing something in the kitchen. You'll have to do all the hugging.

Hmm. Does it smell good? It should be edible.

That is the aim. Spaghetti and meatballs, very adventurous. Well, when your end game is for it to be edible, I don't really think you should throw adventurous into the mix.

You're welcome. No, I just figured you do most of the cooking, so I don't want to be a beast of a burden. Well, no more than I already am.

Cause it's not fair on you. I know you like to, but sometimes it's okay for you to be spoiled. In fact, I wouldn't even call it being spoiled.

I'd call it somewhere close to an even partnership. I know, in this economy, how shocking. I think body should be okay.

We're just at the simmering stage, so really all she has to do is just make sure nothing burns. The water's boiling, pasta's not in yet, cause it only takes like 10, 15 minutes tops. So we now have adequate time to press our faces together and snuggle and whine about the day.

Oh, yay. I missed you. I miss you cause you have your stupid job.

And while I respect your right to form your own money and have a bank account and all that jazz, I just, I really wish you didn't have to go. Well, one, I don't want you to have to work cause you're adorable and I just think, meh, labor. And two, I am needy as feck and I can't seem to apologize for it.

And also you give the best head scratches in the world. Oh, I love you. Oh, I love you so much.

You are a unit of a wholesome person who gives peak head scratches and I will just. Words fail me. Brain is mush.

Head is very happy. When body's done in the kitchen, I promise I'll reciprocate. Mm hmm.

Mm it's fine. Oh, just emailing and talking and people. No, nothing bad.

Just. I do not live to email Susan, and yet I am forced daily to email Susan. Oh, Susan, Susan, Susan, Susan, how I vaguely dislike you.

I'm sure she was once a vibrant and fun woman, but she has become a very, very particular individual in her work. She's just never, ever pleased. And she always follows every email up with, just checking in, it's like, no, no, you're not Susan.

You're being passive-aggressive. What you want to say is, hurry the fuck up. And honestly, I would respect that more.

And hope this email finds you well. Do you? Do you, Susan? Or do you just wish I'd respond to you ASAP? I think I know what she is.

How was your day? Well, that doesn't sound too bad. I don't know.

Do you have the strength to watch something tonight? I'm not mocking you. I understand when you've had a long day, you don't want to have new information pumped into your skull.

I understand. Just because I'm a media junkie doesn't mean you have to be one. And while we don't have to watch something new, we could.

.. re-watch The X-Files for the thousandth time. Stick on a vintage Simpson episode.

And the world is your streaming service. Mmmmmm. Why are you squishing me into your chest? Oh, I can't resist either way, sir.

I love you. Thank you very nice and stuff. Such complicated, convoluted compliments, I know.

How do you keep up with my rapid wit? Don't make fun of my chubby cheeks, damn you. Oh, you're just pinching them because they're so dignified, okay.

Whatever. No, no biting. Buddy, come rescue me.

And she does not. Thanks. Feel so protected by my own body, she's prioritizing meatballs over my safety.

Thank you. Well, at least the food should be edible. No numbing the cheeks.

Oh. I am not food. Mmm.

I know I used to think my curse was really annoying. I had separated from a body. What good could come from that? Well, sometimes it's just nice to have you this close.

Face to face. Being weird and nerdy and up in each other's cranium. Well, as close as our craniums can get, anyway.

You have a beautiful cranium. And a beautiful mind and a fantastic skull and amazing eyes. Strong chin.

And very adorable. Cheeks. And I might just have to nom them in return.

You're not putting up much of a fight, are you? I fight what you want. I'm fair.

Eskimo kiss me immediately. You're really great. And don't laugh at me for saying simple things.

Because they need to be said. You need to tell someone that you love them every day if you love them. And you need to tell someone who's great that they're great every day.

Because it is very important. And you see all the rubbish that's online and have people talk to each other and it's just so, like, cancerous, evil, miserable, loser-ish. So much hate and rage and what a shit.

And yeah, sometimes I get stuck in an Instagram loop and I can't help but just vacuously consume the garbage. I don't want to put it out there. And since you and a small number of others are the only people I give a shit about, I'm going to tell you that I give a shit about you a lot, obnoxiously, all the time.

Because one day I'm not going to be able to tell you how great and wonderful you are and give you Eskimo kisses. And it's scary and we should just make the most of saying that we're great and Eskimo kisses. And when I say that, it sounds really morbid, but I don't mean it in a morbid way.

I just mean I'm here and I love you and I want you to know that. Because that to me is worthwhile. And I hope it's worthwhile to you.