A/n: hiii
As much as I wanna say it's true, it's not. But I say it anyways because I'm a grown ass man. English is not my first language. Or so my brain thinks.
I can't fucking speak is what I'm saying.
I get made fun of by Seb all the time. This man speaks perfect english and it's literally not his first language. As random as this all may seem, there is no point in this story about the random fact. I just can't fucking speak.
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I don't where the hell or why the hell it happens but it just does. I get passionate in the moment and the words wanna betray me.
"I really would love to do that with you. Whattimedidyfhg-", I cover my mouth in absolute disappointment.
Not embarrassment because I'm safe in my shared bedroom with my boyfriend, who is currently laughing his ass off and telling me: " ITs OkAy BaBe. I uNdErStAnD"
I take a deep breath, "what time did you want to go for dinner and meet up with them?"
He chuckled, "6pm seems to be good"
Like I said, I can't fucking speak.
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It WAS embarrassing in public before Seb walked into my life and beat the shit out of me with his love stick.
He reminded me that I wasn't the only one who stumbled on words.
But his personal favorite is when I take the last word of anyone's sentence and use it in mine.
It never makes sense.
"Hey, we need more eggs if we're gonna get that cake done. What else did we need?"
"I'll get the needs"
A beat of silence.
He bit his bottom lip to hold back from laughing, "what, Chris?"
I sigh, "I'll get the eggs"
"Mhm. Okay, babe."
I can't fucking speak.
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I don't hate myself when it happens. I just speak too quick for my slow ass.
And even when it does happen to others, I'm never around to hear it.
"Chris, don't worry I stumble on my words all the time"
"Since when, Seb?"
"When I was talking with an old friend, I was talking about you and I stumbled"
I scoffed. I would have hung that over his head for weeks if I was there to witness it. And Seb knows it.
"It happens to everyone. Don't worry."
It's not a personal offense in my opinion. This fact has no point in the story.
I just can't fucking speak.
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Well, we're fighting. A light argument. Nothing heavy. Just one annoying the other.
Bickering like an old couple. 'I asked you to do this but you decided this instead'
We don't ignore each other's wishes, I just was in no mood of caring. It's one of those days, ya know?
But Seb didn't exactly understand at the moment because its just a rough day for everyone.
But......
"I don't understand why you didn't just at least attempt. All I ask is for this onelittlethbf-"
He closed his eyes in absolute frustration and I was praying to GOD that I was not gonna laugh.
I looked at my feet, trying to hide the smirk that would ignite the man's rage even more. I see out the corner of my eye; him shifting away from me.
I look up just as he was going up the stairs and mumbling, "never mind"
I give him a minutes of peace before heading upstairs into our bedroom to find him staring out the window. I walk up behind him.
"Don't mock me, Evans. I'm still upset."
I chuckle quietly and hugged him from behind. He places his hand in mine and relaxes in my embrace.
"It's okay. We just can't fucking speak"
There's absolutely no point in this fact about me. But it's some my Seb finds so adorable and funny. But one thing I never fail is telling this man I'm hopelessly in love with him.
Even if I fuck up my wedding vows.
A/N: it's 11pm. It's a shorty short but who's counting? ALRIGHT. Goodnight.
