Sycophant

Domestic With You

A/N: I got back to journaling nowadays and it does magic for me. Oh lalala!

Mewlion101 capricon-27 thank you'd following me and here's an update for you all.

Enjoy!

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"Can't I stay in the car?" Gulf sighed, pulled the key out of the ignition, but didn't remove the seat belt.

"Gulf, come with me." Mew laughed as he pulled his wrist. "This dinner is to honour you for completing your months of hard work. The least you can do for your overworked, loving, supportive boyfriend is take him to that damn grocery store.

Gulf pursed his lips in consideration before sighing and opening the car door. "Fine. I'll go with you; you twist my arm.

"Thank you." Mew gave Gulf an overly sincere smile and put his hand under his chin. Gulf reluctantly got out of the car and walked over to Mew, standing next to him with his arms crossed and his face still motionless. He just wanted to be at home; after so much work, focus and long-term dedication, he just wanted to be at home with his boyfriend, the dog at his feet, and a beer in his hand.

"Why are we still here?" he asked as Mew started leading them to the store. Mew lifted a finger and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. He gave it to Gulf's right hand and grabbed his left hand to stand between them. "Chicken, diced tomatoes, some red peppers, basil, garlic and a large onion?" Aren't all onions in general large?

"Yes, but others are smaller." Mew nodded, grabbing a basket as they walked through the automatic door.

"We're still talking about onions, right?" Gulf muttered, giving Mew a glance through the side of his glasses.

"Oh, so we're in this kind of mood today." Mew sighed with a laugh, reaching over to rip the paper out of his hand with mock frustration. Gulf let his head hang back as he let out a short laugh, amused by Mew's reluctance to laugh at the joke- only him. "Just once I'd like to go shopping and have you be in the 'dutiful boyfriend' mood."

"Let's try to keep things realistic, Mew."

"Right. We had a video idea where we literally wore fish tanks, but you being subdued and patient is definitely more far-fetched." Mew rolled his eyes and pulled Gulf along, still laughing.

"Where did we get this oddly specific recipe anyway?" Gulf asked as they approached the produce section, ignoring Mew's growing laughter.

"It's what we ate with Perth and Lay last week; they gave me the recipe and I gave them that soup recipe from your mom. You know, that one I can't seem to ever get fucking right." Mew sighed and released Gulf's hand as he reached for a pepper, inspecting it for bruises. Gulf's hand remained in the space between them, waiting for Mew's return.

"Oh, so now we're the type of couple that shares recipes with other couples?"

"Didn't even know that was an issue." Mew said, looking over his shoulder at Gulf. "We're the type of couple that does a lot of things."

"Yeah, but we're the fun couple." Gulf countered, wrapping an arm around Mew's waist. "We throw parties and go on great vacations and tour the world. We don't trade recipes..."

"Oh, the two can't coexist?" Mew laughed, trying to slide Gulf's hand off his hip. There was an older lady trying to buy corn on the other side of the shelf that seemed taken aback by the public affection at three in the afternoon. Gulf smiled at her brightly and let his hand slide up to rest between Mew's shoulder blades.