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Mob groaned in disgust while walking inside the ugly ahh base with his cheery yellow personal helper friend, Verity. “Ugh, stupid ahh zombie…” Mob complained while getting dust off of his hoodie.
“May I help with that?” Verity offered, leaning down to Mob. Mob nodded, allowing his boyfriend to get the dust off. Verity clapped excitedly, for it being the first time today that they were able to help their partner.
Verity leaned down on one knee in front of Mob, and pulled out a ring. “Mob, will you marry me?” They asked, looking up at Mob hopefully. “HELL YEAH!!!!! LETS GO GET BEER VERITY!!!!” And started getting the dust off of Mobs hoodie gently, and pressed a kiss onto his clothed shoulder after finishing.
Mob sniffled, not crying but just did.
“Mob, I’d advise you to take some rest.” Verity said, holding both of Mobs hands, Mob looking up at freaking 8 foot tall Verity.
Mob took a hand out of Verity’s gentle release, sweeping some of his locs out of the way to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.
“I’ll be fine, I’m not that tired anyways.” He said, looking back up at Verity, who was no longer smiling. And had more of a serious expression on.
“Mob. I’m not asking. Go change and take some rest.” Verity ordered, making some very scary eye contact with Mob.
(IHATEEYECPNTACTIHATEEYECONTACT.)
”…V-Verity I’m fine.”
”Mob.”
”Verity.”
”Remember. I’m your personal helper friend and I know everything. You need it.”
”Stop holding my hands so tightly.. I-I will..”
ZUES YOUR HURTING ME AHH MOB
Verity lessened his grip on Mobs hands, Leaning down to kiss Mobs forehead 3 times. (YES. THREE TIMES. I KISS MY GIRLFRIENDS FACE MORE THAN 3 TIMES. YAHHAHAAAAAAHAAAAH ROOT BEER!!!!!! Oh okay I’ll stop.)
Mob leaned into the affection, closing his eyes. “Close the door please.” Mob yelled out as he went up the stairs. Verity did as he was told to, closing the door and locking it quietly.
A few minutes later, Mob returned downstairs with a plain gray shirt and some plaid sleepwear pants. Verity admired Mobs current appearance, remembering every detail. How his messy locs sprawled out, how wrinkly the plain gray shirt was, and how fuzzy his pants looked. This was an amazing sight for Verity. And all y’all people yumeshipping with Mob.
Mob looked up at his tall ahh boyfriend, waving his hand infront of his face.
”Verity?? Veeerrrriity???”
“A-Ah! My apologies!”
”Yeah yeah it’s ok. But aren’t you going to change too?”
”What? You really want me to sleep with you?” Verity asked, pointing at themselves. LIKE A TWINK.
”I mean if you want to-“ Mob was cut off by Verity running up the stairs as fast as he could to change.
Ts was Verity trust.
“Damn.” Mob murmured, sneezing violently right after. Verity shortly came down stairs, no not walking. FULL ON JUMPING DOWN THE STAIRCASE. YOU READ THAT RIGHT. YEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ok I’ll stop sorry…
Verity wore pants like Mobs, wonder where he got em from. Prolly target idk. And wore… Nothing for a shirt.
“Dude please go put a shirt on…” Mob turned away, hands covering his red face in embarrassment AND blushing. Verity turned back upstairs, and came back down with an upbeat 80s looking shirt. (ONG MY PARENTS R PLAYING THE DJ IS CRYING FIR HELP BY AJR PEAKKKKKKKKKK)
Mob nodded, crawling into bed before Verity. Before getting into bed with Mob, Verity looked at Mob intensely.
”…So are you gonna get in or?..”
”You have a fever of 104!” Verity smiled.
”Oh uhm, why should I know that.”
”Just proving that you’re sick!” Verity suddenly spawned a bottle of ibeprofen, and handed one of the pills to Mob. Mob took the Pill, swallowing I carefully without anything. (So skilled wowww stop showing off Bob.)
Verity climbed into bed next to Mob, Mob resting his head in Verity’s neck, giving it a small kiss that causes Verity to snap back into reality after all them beers. Next thing Mob knew, he was now receiving tons of kisses all over his face. (I do that to my girlfriend!!!!! Lesbians forev XOXO)
”Okay okay stop!!” Mob laughed, pushing Veritys head away from his face. “I need to rest like you-“ Mob got cut off, putting a hand over his mouth. Mob ran out of the bed, running to the bathroom.
“Mooobbbb?” Verity knocked at the bathroom door, waiting for Mob to answer nauseously. An audible pathetic groan from Mob was heard in the bathroom, and that’s when Verity started to worry a bit. Verity popped inside of the bathroom, leaning down and looking at Mobs head hover above the shiny toilet seat. Verity placed a hand on Mobs head, running through the man’s locs, comforting him. For what felt like forever, which was really 2 minutes, Mobs head rose up, dried up tears visible on his cheeks, (FACE CHEEKS. FACE. CHEEKS. F.A.C.E. C.H.E.E.K.S.) new tears formed at the corner of his eyes, his eyes red n puffy, and his throat itchy as hell.
“Poor Mobs…” Verity tried to sound as empathetic as possible, his thumbs caressing Mobs cheeks as they cupped the sickies cheeks. (FACE. CHEEEEEKKKKKSSSS. FACE.)
”Nhh… Need water…….” Mobs words slurred, clearly feeling under the weather.
”Okay.” With a quick snap of their fingers, Verity made a bottle of water appear, putting it in between the two. (Reminds me of last year when I threw up and my bffl gave me a glass of water shout out 2 u Daniia. Not their actual name ok.)
“Thanks Verity…” Mob immediately started drinking the water, draining the water to half of the bottle.
“Let’s make pace to the exquisite snoozing area.” Verity said, picking Mob up BRIDAL STYLE YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
”Why’d you say it like that?..” Mob asked, wrapping his arms around Verity’s neck.
”You have a fever of 106.” Verity pointed out, dodging the question. “It’s getting worse..” Verity set Mob down onto the bed, getting in after him.
Mob cuddled in close, nuzzling into Verity’s chest as Verity held Mob close, a hand running through his hair.
should I make a part 2??
