What if we were plushies and held hands? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺👉👈

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I LOVE YOU'S ALL SO MUCH AND WILL PERSONALLY GRILL YOU WITH CHEESE ON TOP 🤧🤧🤧🥺🥺🥺 GET IN THE AIR FRYER.

"Sevvvvvvvv."

Seven woke up at the sound of his husband's voice, immediately looking over his shoulder.

"Mono? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"Coldddddddd."

Ah.

Seven took a hold of the covers, placing them over Mono's shoulders, and going back to sleep.

"Noooooooooooooo."

Seven sighed, rolling over to face his husband.

"What do you mean no?"

Mono didn't respond, instead he just did a grabby hand motion with his eyes still shut.

Seven knew exactly what that meant.

"Mono, it's too hot to cuddle right now."

–and there was the pout.

"I thought you loved meeeeeeee."

"Mono, I do love you. It's just way too hot. I have no idea how you're even cold right now."

"But... but... you're so far awayyyyyyy." Mono opened his eyes, looking up at Seven through his lashes. That same pout on his face.

"Mono. I'm literally right here."

"Seeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvyyyyyyyyyy..."

"Alright, fine." Seven sighed, "But. Only on *1* condition..." He trailed off with a mischievous tone.

Mono looked up at Seven with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"You..." Seven whispered, before lunging over at Mono, "COME OVER HERE!"

"AHHHHHH! NO, PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!" Mono yelled, a giggly mess as Seven raised him up into the air.

Seven fell back with Mono below him, laughing as he looked down at his husband with a smile. Mono's hair was disheveled from rough housing. His black eyes were covered up by matching black messy strands of hair. His cheeks were flushed pink as his chest heaved up and down, catching his breath with a smile that matched Seven's own.

After catching their breath Seven laid down behind Mono, wrapping his arms around his waist, spooning him. Before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Well, you asked for it." Seven said with a smug smile. Mono huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Did not."

"Hum," Seven hummed, absentmindedly finding Mono's left hand, pausing to brush his thumb over the little golden band wrapped around his ring finger.

Mono looked down at their intertwined hands.

"What is it?" Seven noticed.

"Sometimes, I just can't believe that we're married."

Seven chuckled, "I really hope that's a compliment, and not an insult."

"No, no! It's a compliment." Mono reassured with a panicked outlook. Leading Seven to think he might've taken it a bit too seriously.

"I was only playing with you." Seven tried to reassure his husband with a sincere, and caring look.

"Right! Yeah, I know. Sorry..." Mono trailed off with a sheepish laugh.

"Hey, it's okay. No 's' word. You have nothing to be sorry for." Seven replied, brushing away a strand of Mono's hair that was covering his face.

"I love you." Mono said out of the blue. Even he didn't seem to realize he'd said that until Seven smiled at him.

"I love you too."

You've heard of gamers, now get ready for GAYmers

SWEATER THEIF!!!

"Heyyy *hic* Sevvv"

Seven spun his head around to see his small and *very* drunk friend. Six, Rain, and Ghost having heard Mono's voice, paused their conversation.

"Mono? Where have you been! I was looking around everywhere for you– what are you doing?"

Seven was cut off as Mono buried his head into his chest, holding onto him like a monkey. Seven had to wrap his arms around Mono so he wouldn't fall down.

Mono mumbled something that Seven couldn't pick up, his breath reeked of cheap alcohol.

"Argh!" Seven yelled, plugging his nose. "Dude! How many drinks did you have!?"

"I have to *hic* tell you something!" Mono brought his head up to look at Seven.

Seven frowned at his friend's condition. Mono's face was flushed red from the alcohol, and his eyes were shone over with a far away look.

"Okay. What is it?" He tried to be patient, knowing his best friend was completely out of it. But he couldn't ignore the looks he got from other people across the bar. Not to mention Six was laughing like a maniac.

"S' a secret." Mono said, waving Seven down so he could whisper it to him.

Seven sighed, but followed his friend's request.

"I want to be with you!"

Seven choked. Six spit out her drink. Ghost fell off his bar stool, and Rain just watched with hidden intrigue.

"You– WHAT!?" Seven yelled. Okay, now people were staring at him, shit. Okay, um damage control.

"Mono, you aren't making sense! You can't just–"

Seven decided they should probably have this conversation somewhere else.

"Can you guys, um, excuse us for just a minute–"

Seven whispered, before guiding Mono away from the bar table.

"Mono, you can't just– you aren't– that's a big decision to make!"

"I know it *hic* is! But, I've been thinking about it for a long time! I just never had the *hic* courage to say it! Do you think I don't mean it?"

Seven gave his friend a sympathetic look.

"I think, you are *way* too drunk right now, and that this... conversation. Should wait until you're sober."

Seven tried to say it in the gentlest voice he could muster. What he didn't except, was Mono to burst out into tears.

Fuck, shit, fuck.

"No, no, Mono! Don't cry, please. I–"

"Y-you *hic* don't *sniffle* understand!"

"No, no, I do understand! I do! I just– what are you doing now?"

Mono had latched onto Seven, burying his face into his chest, still crying.

"M' *sniffle* *hic* tired..."

Seven sighed, holding his friend close.

"M' *hic hic* tummy *hic* hurts..." Mono whined, his voice muffled by the fabric of Seven's jacket.

"Okay. Let me drive you home." Seven suggested, feeling Mono nod into his jacket and cling onto him even more as they started to walk out the door of the bar.

"That's it. One foot at a time, c'mon." Seven gently encouraged as he guided a sobbing and stumbling Mono back to his car.

"You just take a seat, you can ride next to me if you want. I should have some tissues and stomach medicine here somewhere..." Seven trailed off, opening up his glove box.

"Aha!" He quietly yelled, pulling out a box of tissues and a tablet pill.

Seven took a seat before setting aside the tablet, and pulling out a tissue to hold up against Mono's nose.

"Blow."

Mono did as he was told, blowing his nose into the tissue as Seven pulled it away, throwing it into a trash bag with a look of disgust.

Mono let out a small snuffle and a giggle.

"I don't suppose you brought something non alcoholic to drink with you?" Mono shook his head.

"Okay, that's alright. Do you think you could wait until we get home, or do you want me to go pick up a drink from the gas station?"

"M' pick *sniffle* up..." Mono mumbled out a response. Seven frowned, his friend sounded so sad and fragile. Seven really hoped he hadn't hurt Mono's feelings.

"Okay. I can do that." Seven responded, buckling himself in, before looking over at Mono to make sure he didn't need any help. Once everything was set, Seven started his car, and drove off.

"Now, there should be a 7-11 up here, somewhere... Ah, there it is." Seven parked his car and opened his door. "I'll be right back, okay Mono? What would you like to drink? It can be anything."

"Anything?" Mono asked in a shy voice.

"Yep. Anything." Seven replied with a smile.

"Can I have a sweet tea, please?"

"Sweet tea it is!" Seven replied, whispering a 'be right back' before he shut the car door, walking into the 7-11.

Seven browsed the drink aisle before picking out a bottle of sweet tea for Mono. Seven was just about to walk to the register before he saw something.

It was a shelf filled with toys, but what stood out the most was a little stuffed dog. It might seem childish, but Seven knew Mono the best, and even at the ripe age of 21, his friend still had a collection of stuffed animals. Without thinking much of it, Seven decided to purchase the stuffed dog for his friend.

"Guess who's back!" Seven said as he opened up the car door and took a seat, hiding the plush dog behind his back. Mono looked a little curious, but was snapped back when Seven handed the bottle of sweet tea over. Mono took it as Seven fished out the tablet he'd set aside earlier.

"This should help with stomach pain," Seven said, as he handed the tablet to Mono.

"I also got you something else," Seven said, as he took the plush dog out of its hiding place behind his back.

Mono let out a small gasp, before hesitantly reaching his hands out for the plush dog, unsure if it was really for him or not. Seven gave a small chuckle at his friend's reaction, before handing the plush over.

Mono stayed silent for a minute, unmoving as the plush dog sat between the palms of his hands. Seven was a little worried that Mono didn't like it for a second, and would demand he take it back.

Then, before Seven even knew it, Mono had taken the plush dog and squished it up against his chest with a smile of pure joy.

"I love it! Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem, I just saw it and thought of you." Seven replied, not paying as much attention to his words as he should have been.

By the time they reached Mono's house, it felt like time had gone by far too fast. Seven had helped Mono out of the car and to his front door as Mono swayed side to side.

Of course, Seven couldn't even walk to his car before Mono started begging him to stay.

"Mono. You're drunk." Seven said for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Please, *hic* please, please, just stay for a little bit..."

Seven sighed.

"I'll help you to bed. But, that's it."

Seven led Mono inside of the house, politely asking for direction on the way to his bedroom.

Seven opened the bedroom door for Mono, and was unsurprised as his friend stumbled into the room, barreling ungracefully onto his bed.

As Mono better situated himself into bed, Seven walked over with a blanket he'd found, before placing it over Mono's figure, making sure he was comfortable.

-and just as his hand met the door handle.

"Please, don't go..."

*Sigh.*

"Mono, you know I have to."

"No you don'ttttt." Mono whined with that *stupid, contagious* smile on his face.

"Yes I dooooooo." I replicated the same whiney tone he'd used with that same *stupid, contagious* smile on my face.

"Noooooooo."

"Yesssssssss."

"Please."

"I don't want to be alone..."

His tone caught me off guard, it sounded so desperate, alone, **afraid.**

Fuck.

"Fine. I will sleep on the COUCH." I emphasized the last part, and even though Mono seemed disappointed, he let me go.

Before I could even walk, I heard a quiet squeak.

*Sigh.*

"What is it now?"

"Ks...' he whispered, his voice muffled by the blanket he wore.

"Mono, I can't hear you."

"Kiss... One? Please? Just one."

"Mono..." Seven trailed off, kneeling by the bed. Okay, they have *got* to talk about this.

"Mono. You know I can't– I *really* can't do that..."

"Why not? *Hic* I love you!"

Seven was shocked by Mono's sudden declaration, pausing to touch Mono's face with his hand, catching a single tear.

"You're a sweetheart. But, you're also drunk. Mono, I'm not saying I don't feel the same, I just... I want us to talk about this more when you're sober. Okay?"

Another tear.

"Okay..."

"Don't cry..." Seven whispered, running his thumb across Mono's cheek to catch his tears. The action only caused Mono to break down even more.

All he wanted to do right now was sweep Mono up and kiss him better. But, he couldn't.

Not when they were like this.

He hoped morning would come soon.

He called him cute

"Let's run away!"

"Mono, that's crazy! Where would we even go?"

"I don't know! But... I don't think I need to know as long as you're with me."

Mono: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Seven: Several traffic violations.

Six: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Seven: Oh! And that's not our car :)