⠀ ⠀ ☾ ⠀ 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻⠀makes⠀𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 is
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the⠀𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⠀thing these evil
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ bastards understand.
┈┈ there will be no further explanation. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀there will just be ♯𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
⠀ ݁ ❉ ⠀ ⠀ ⎯⎯ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓠͟𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 ᴏғ 𝓐͟𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲
the 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 way to ever ᴛʀᴜʟʏ be in control of your powers is to 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 them. Because this . . 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 is who 𝘆𝗼𝘂 are.
Hank could tell that his stupid charm was working on Dennis, effortlessly so too. Hank never had to turn on the charm for him, it just oozed out of him around Dennis. He put up a good fight, but of course he was no match for Hank and was soon showing that beautiful smile —
eyes glinting, “if you really want to help . . .”His hand slid from Hank’s waist to his wrist, guiding it gently.
“ . . . you can stay right here and keep me company,” Dennis murmured. “Try not to distract me too much.”
— you chose me and continue to chose me, Babe. I love you.” On paper, this may sound corny. Coming from Hank's mouth? It was beautiful —— poetic. He didn't share feelings like this often. Expressing his love in such a direct way was hard for him. He genuinely meant every —
— had won the lottery. There was truly no better feeling than being around his love.
⠀ “It would be an honor to be your sous chef, but I have a feeling you have it all under control. I would hate to mess with your flow and grand plans, babe.”
“I really can't do anything?” He was threatening a groan, maybe even a pout. He knew this was Dennis' favorite day of the year and he always liked to go big for him. Not being able to do that had his body aching —— literally. He was about to throw a fit, but was going —
— teased, soon adding, “I was even going to bless you with wearing nothing else underneath, but that's fine . . no apron it is.” He was grinning toothily, as Hank often did around his love. There was something so centering about Dennis that had him always feeling like he —