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MEGAN THEE STALLION & FLO MILLI via IG | November 27, 2024
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Obsessed
We all know he’s whipped for our gurl y/n. She ask he’ll do it 😭
Joe didn’t just love you—he was completely, head-over-heels obsessed with you. You were his person, his safe place, and the light of his life, and he made sure you knew it every single day. Whether it was through the little things he did or the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, Joe’s devotion was unmistakable.
He Couldn’t Keep His Eyes Off You
It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing—Joe’s attention was always on you. If you walked into a room, his head would turn immediately, his eyes softening like the world had slowed down just for him to take you in.
“You know you stare at me a lot, right?” you teased one evening, catching him watching you as you folded laundry on the couch.
He shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Can you blame me? Look at you.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes, but your cheeks warmed under his intense gaze. “I’m literally folding socks, Joe.”
“And somehow you make it look cute,” he shot back with a smirk, standing up to walk over and wrap his arms around your waist. “Seriously, I could watch you do nothing and still be entertained.”
Always Touching You
Joe was big on physical affection. If you were within arm’s reach, he had to be touching you in some way—a hand resting on your back, fingers brushing against yours, or an arm draped lazily over your shoulder. And if you weren’t close enough? He’d pull you closer.
One night, as you sat curled up on the couch reading a book, Joe flopped down beside you and rested his head on your lap, looking up at you with those soft blue eyes.
“You good?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.
“Better now,” he murmured, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.
You smiled, continuing to read, but every few minutes, he’d open his eyes to watch you again, unable to resist the magnetic pull you seemed to have on him.
He Worshipped You
Joe made you feel like the most important person in the world. It wasn’t just the grand gestures, like surprise date nights or showing up with your favorite flowers; it was the little things.
• He’d quietly grab your car keys and fill up your gas tank when he noticed it was low.
• He made sure the pantry was stocked with all your favorite snacks, even if he never ate them himself.
• If you casually mentioned wanting to try a new restaurant or see a certain movie, he’d make plans without you even asking.
“You’re spoiling me,” you said one morning as he brought you coffee in bed.
“Not spoiling,” he corrected, sitting beside you and leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Just treating you the way you deserve.”
The Ultimate Hype Man
Joe was your biggest cheerleader, no matter what you were doing. If you were working on a project, he’d ask questions, genuinely interested in your ideas. If you accomplished something, even something small, he’d celebrate like you’d just won the Super Bowl.
One day, after you’d finally finished a task you’d been stressing about, Joe came home with a bottle of your favorite wine and takeout from your favorite restaurant.
“What’s this for?” you asked, surprised as he set the bags on the counter.
“For you, because you’re amazing,” he said, pulling you into his arms. “And I’m so proud of you.”
Jealous, but Only Because He Cared
Joe didn’t get jealous often, but when he did, it was more endearing than anything. If someone else made you laugh a little too much or complimented you in passing, he’d pull you a little closer, his hand resting protectively on your waist.
“You’re awfully quiet,” you said one time after leaving a coffee shop where the barista had been particularly chatty with you.
“I’m not quiet,” he muttered, looking straight ahead.
“Oh my God,” you said, laughing. “Are you jealous?”
“Not jealous,” he insisted, but the way his jaw tensed told a different story. “Just saying, I make you laugh harder.”
You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you walked. “You do, Joe. Nobody comes close.”
He Remembered Everything
Joe paid attention to the little things, even the ones you thought he might overlook. If you mentioned liking a certain candle scent, he’d have it lit the next time you came over. If you shivered once on a cold day, he’d start leaving an extra jacket in his car for you.
“You’re ridiculous,” you told him one day when he handed you a new mug he’d found, the exact color and size you liked.
“What? You drink tea every night. It felt wrong not to get it,” he said with a shrug, but the slight blush on his cheeks gave him away.
The Way He Looked at You
Above all, it was the way Joe looked at you that said everything. Like you were the only thing that mattered, like he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to call you his. It didn’t matter if you were dressed to the nines or in sweats with messy hair—his eyes softened every time they met yours.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he said one quiet evening, pulling you close as you both sat on the porch, watching the sun set.
You smiled, brushing a hand over his cheek. “I think we’re both pretty lucky.”
He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Nah, I’m obsessed with you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
And you believed him because every touch, every look, and every word was filled with a love so deep, it left no room for doubt.
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