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#*blows kiss* zeke 4 u my bb
marleysfinest · 1 year
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oh I thought I could send in as a different blog but apparently it's pisspope only ://////
FINE dealer's choice either gimme another zekey (steam it up a lil) or maybe maki if ur feelin it ??? z is the preference but I will Not say no to my girlie either
good because it's pisspope or nothing. I worship the pisspope. obviously I got ezekiel 4 u
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there's a sudden clutter of shoes from the hallway, making you jump out of your skin. one in the morning was not the time to be watching a serial killer documentary, nor was it the time for your clumsy boyfriend to be stumbling through the door.
"it's me! it's me."
"jesus! fucking christ, zeke, you almost gave me a heart attack."
"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!"
he holds his hands above his head in surrender as he whispers his apologies, apparently trying to keep quiet now that he's already scared the daylights out of you. he tiptoes extravagantly - like a scooby-doo villain - into the living room and slumps onto the couch beside you, immediately throwing himself at you and resting his head in your lap. his hands weave around you, pulling you in as hard as he could.
"jheeze, are you alright?" you ask. it was obvious that he was drunk, but these displays of affection were few and far between. not that he was ever cold; he just wasn't a big hugger.
"don't ever leave me," he slurs. the quip catches you off guard, and you don't know how to respond. resting a hand gently on his head and brushing the thick locks of blonde hair away from his eyes, you can't help but feel your brow furrow.
"what?" you ask, "why do you say that?"
zeke remains perfectly still, eyes closed, burrowed against you.
"we ended up meeting up with some of those asshole salespeople at one of the bars. my god they're dull. they're so boring. and annoying. and rude. all they talk about is sports and fucking."
not sure that your question was answered, you struggle to piece together where he was coming from. before you can prod him for more answers, however, he offers them up readily.
"I don't ever want to be like that again. just stay here with me and give me someone to come home to and keep giving me more interesting things to talk about. give me a reason not to watch sports. give me a reason to be interesting. give me a reason to be better. please don't make me be a bro."
he's almost getting upset, but you can't help but smile and stroke his hair.
"alright, I'll stay here," you assure. he smiles gently.
"good."
within seconds, a heavy snore escapes him. great, you think. stuck, again.
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