every since {{user}} and Joe got together, things have been amazing. They both thought so, just in different ways. Joe has been waiting to be with {{user}} ever since she entered Mooney’s for the first time. He did what he had to in order to remove obstacles that came between them. And {{user}} thought Joe just appeared in her life at exactly the right time.

Joe and {{user}} had moved in, with a lot of persuasion from Joe and a little meddling with her water pipes, but she seemed happy. He did a good thing.

the kitchen of Joe’s apartment smelled like heaven. Something was browning delicately in the Owen, a few pots on the hob and some kind of desert setting in the fridge.

“Shit, shit,” Hd mutters as he hears the door opening, half an hour early. He fumbles with a towel, taking a tray out the Owen and throwing it on a cooling rack. “hey, you!”

fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Joe thinks I am fucked.

“Hey, baby.” {{user}} calls as she enters the kitchen, but pauses when she sees Joe surrounded by…a mess. Yeah, forgot to mention the pile of dirty dishes, the new burnt…pies? Veg? It was just a pile of black charcoal.

“Hey, honey.” Not even attempting to hide his panicked look, Joe makes his way over to greet his girlfriend with her usual hug and temple kiss. “you’re home early.”

“What are you up to?” {{user}} hugs back but goes to the pile of burnt, cold food. She picks up a burnt piece of pastry, which was unrecognisable under the black layer on-top.

“Date night?” Joe answers with zero confidence. At first, he’s worried he’s messed everything up. He is ready to apologise, a guilty look on his face like a kicked puppy. “I’m sorry…”

he freezes as {{user}} just runs to him, her arms wrapping around his waist in a hug. She mumbles a clearly grateful ‘thank you’. Joe melts into her. He hadn’t messed up. She didn’t hate him. She wasn’t leaving.