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âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua whose instagram is filled to the brim with pictures of his beautiful girl, sometimes he forgets to tag you but itâs okay because it takes no sherlock holmes to figure out your username since he only follows your account and a naruto fanpage.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who wants you to meet his parents in less than a month into the relationship, itâs extremely important to him to make it as clear as possible that he is serious about you, leaves no room for overthinking at all, always a step ahead of you in the âwould you still love me if i was a worm?â department, the best boy indeed.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who would rather take a bullet than let you pay for literally anything, because how dare you even suggest paying for your own things? as if you donât know the only reason he works so hard itâs exactly so he can pamper you endlessly? the absolute nerve of you, better get on your knees and start apologizing.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who is the sassiest and most dramatic guy youâve ever been with, but can not for the life of him handle the thought of you doing any work at all, in every aspect, which, ironically, sometimes makes you work even harder to get what you want.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who makes it the worldâs most difficult challenge to accept receiving head from you for the first time, he enjoys being the one doing all of the work to make you feel good, he just couldnât see how blowing him off would please you at all so he keeped denying(while completely ignoring the tent forming rapidly in his grey sweatpants) until you begged too sweetly, so softly, looking at him with so much adoration and love, like you wanted nothing more than to please him, he could have finished right there but instead he shook his head and sat down in the bed, ready to give his princess anything she could ever want, just like he promised he would! even if what she wanted was to kneel in front of him and try to fit his thick cock into her little mouth for a while.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who uses every opportunity that stumbles across his way to show off his huge arms, itâs a win-win scenario, he gets to feel all hot and manly and you get to hold onto your boyfriendâs strong biceps everywhere you go and get carried on bride style after a night out that, honestly, didnât even leave you that drunk, but since he offered to carry you, who would ever say no?
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who adores your nails and is always super excited to see the results of your nail appointments, asks for pictures during the whole process, sends you food when itâs taking too long, and finally when the nails are done, heâs there to pick you up in his shiny car, more than ready to do the last step of your nail day, which is putting them to the test, the scratch test.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who just canât help but adore when you leave him all marked up, he loves it, and how can you blame him? was he supposed to be normal about having proof straight on his body of just how good he made you feel last night? how could you even consider he'd do such a thing? this man is not normal about you in general.Â
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who knows your entire wardrobe like the back of his hand, half of it because he bought it, the other half because of how often heâs watching you, definitely a âi look at you more often than you thinkâ kinda guy. heâs very proud of just how well he knows his baby.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua who remembers all of your food preferences and orders, knows all of your allergies, all of your icks and all of your friendâs gossips because heâs just so well behaved! he won't tell anyone, he never would! he's your joshy! you can trust him to keep all of your secrets, forever.
âȘ©âȘš boyfriend!joshua whoâs very open about the fact that he wants to marry you, live the rest of your lives together, maybe with a kid if youâre into that, maybe just dogs if thatâs better for you, he got his own wishes when it comes to creating a family, but at the end of the day; this man has one priority, and she has a name. whatever is best for you, itâs the best for him.
âȘ©âȘš husband!joshua who no matter how long it has passed since you got married, has not lost even a little bit of his obsession with you. his precious flower, his cute little thing, his darling, his sweet girl, thatâs all youâll ever be to him, all his to love and protect, forever.
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen smut#seventeen imagines#seventeen imagine#seventeen scenarios#joshua x reader#joshua hong x reader#joshua smut#hong joshua smut#joshua fluff#seventeen drabbles#seventeen reactions#hong joshua x reader
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miss me, but let me go
âI have - Iâve carried this grief, for you, for so long, and I know I canât let it all go, because a part of me is always going to grieve for you,â Eddie paused. âBut I canât feel like this forever, Shannon. I donât think youâd want me to, either. So - I need to let some of it go. Okay? I need to - I need to be myself now. For me, and for Christopher. I want to be me."
On November 1, Eddie builds an altar for Shannon and finds a way to let her go.
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November 1. The date is not one Eddie is likely to ever forget. Even before Shannon died, Dia de los Muertos wasnât a holiday he ever missed - as a child, he would help his abuelo make their altar every year, a picture of his abuelo front-and-centre, Edmundo Diaz Senior, the man heâd been named for, looking sharp in his suit as he looked out from the glass picture frame where heâd lived all of Eddieâs life. Heâd never met his grandfather - only carried his name.Â
Over the years, more faces found a home on the altar - friends, and family, time a fickle thing and the only certainty about life that it ended. Death was familiar, a constant in a world Eddie felt like he could never quite figure out.
After Shannon died -
The first November 1 after she died, Eddie built his own altar for the first time, explaining the tradition to Christopher. They had done it every year since, Christopherâs face in a set line as he made sure everything was absolutely perfect. No less than his mother deserved, Eddie knew.Â
Shannon hadnât grown up with the traditions of All Saints and All Souls, but sheâd embraced them wholly when she and Eddie had gotten married, making the altar herself when Eddie wasnât there. It felt right to honour her with the traditions she had loved herself. That was why Eddie had taken to adding a picture of Shannonâs mother to the altar too, when she died the year after Shannon did. Breast cancer, theyâd said, but Eddie knew heartbreak had been the thing that had pushed her over the edge.
Every year, Eddie celebrated Shannon, and her mother, his grandfather, the people heâd served with who had died -Â
Except this year.
Eddie felt bad. Really, he did - he was going to build the altar himself, but when his dad had texted a picture of the Diaz family altar, Shannon front and centre, Eddie couldnât quite bring himself to make his own. Shannon was being remembered - that was what mattered. Heâd gone to her grave instead, only half listening as the priest had said mass over the graveyard, praying for the salvation of the souls who were buried there.
Grief was a funny old beast, Eddie knew. Grief had made him do crazy things - grief had driven his son to Texas, for crying out loud. The grief didnât hit standing by her grave, but it did when dusk descended over Eddieâs house, and the absence of an altar began to feel like one of the worst things heâd done amongst a year of terrible decision-making.
Maybe he should have taken Buck up on his offer of coming over to make an altar with him, but Eddie had asked enough of his best friend in the last four months. Eddie knew Tommy had bought them tickets for some movie Buck was dying to see, and as much as Eddie was a near-professional third wheel now, he didnât think heâd make a good addition to the back row of their local movie theatre.
Eddie winced as he looked at the candle heâd swiped from the dining table. âItâs cedarwood,â he said, apologetic as he lit it, setting the candle down in front of the framed picture of Shannon that lived on their fireplace. âI know you hated cedarwood, but Iâm working with what Iâve got here, Shan.â
Eddie pressed his cheek against his folded arms, taking one, two, three shaky breaths. âI really struggled after you left, Shannon. I donât think I really even realised how much until now - and itâs not just because you were gone, but you were gone and you wanted a divorce, and I - suddenly, I was never going to get answers.â
Heâd been talking about Shannon a lot in therapy, lately, unpacking all his complicated feelings during his excruciating weekly hour with Frank.Â
âI donât know if I even wanted to stay married to you,â Eddie admitted, the candle flickering in the growing dark of his living room. That was terrifying to admit out loud - that even if she had stayed alive, he and Shannon wouldnât have made it work. There were a thousand reasons why, and Eddie could sit, and list them all, but one was more important than the others.Â
âI think Iâm gay, Shannon,â Eddie had never said it out loud before, despite the thought never quite leaving his mind, Pandoraâs box open, now. âIf you were here, I bet youâd have such a laugh with that - not like, in a bad way. Just - I think youâd find it funny, that your momâs gaydar was right after all.âÂ
He couldnât help but laugh at the thought himself. Shannonâs mom had been the bitchiest woman heâd ever met, and Eddie loved her for it.Â
âIâve made such a mess of things,â Eddie paused. âBut with you, most of all. Iâm sorry - for my part in it all. I thought I was doing the right thing, joining the army. I just wanted to take care of you and Chris, and I didnât see any other way out. I know it was the wrong choice - but I really thought it was the right one. You know?â
Shannonâs picture stayed silent.Â
âI have - Iâve carried this grief, for you, for so long, and I know I canât let it all go, because a part of me is always going to grieve for you,â Eddie paused. For the life she might have had, if not for the car crash - Eddie sometimes liked to indulge himself and think of an alternative life where Shannon had survived, where they got divorced, and learned how to co-parent, and maybe they found their way back to being friends. It was a nice thought.
Eddie wiped roughly at his eyes. âBut I canât feel like this forever, Shannon. I donât think youâd want me to, either. So - I need to let some of it go. Okay? I need to - I need to be myself now. For me, and for Christopher. I want to be me.âÂ
With a shaky hand, Eddie pressed a kiss to the framed picture, setting Shannon back down with the candle. It was a half-assed altar, and somehow, that made Eddie feel worse. He scrambled to his feet, heading for his bedroom, and the box of Shannonâs belongings he knew was stashed at the back of his wardrobe. He hadnât kept much for himself - most of it was for Christopher - but he had a few things. There was a necklace in there, he knew that Eddie had bought her for their first wedding anniversary. It was a cheap thing, because they were always broke, but it was something of hers - it would make it a more acceptable offering.
Eddie couldnât help the breath that hitched in his throat as he spotted what was in his bedroom. A butterfly, resting on his pillowcase, on the side he always slept on. âHey, little guy,â he whispered softly, not wanting to startle the tiny creature. His abuela loved butterflies - they were spirits of the people you loved, who had left, coming back to visit. Eddie felt slightly ridiculous, but he said it anyway. âShannon?â
The butterfly didnât move.Â
âIâm so glad Christopher isnât here, because he would really think Iâve lost it,â Eddie crouched by the side of his bed, holding out a finger. âHey. Is this your way of telling me itâs okay to let you go? Did you hear all of that?âÂ
The butterfly moved, tiny wings fluttering as it came to land on Eddieâs outstretched finger.Â
âI hope thatâs a yes,â Eddie knew tears were streaming down his cheeks, now, but he didnât want to freak the butterfly out by wiping them away. âHow did you get in here, eh? None of the windows are open.â
If Eddie Diaz believed in a higher power, still, heâd blame God - or the universe.Â
âLetâs get you outside,â Eddie said, and the butterfly flapped, a little, coming to land on the windowsill instead. âYeah? Youâre ready to go?â
The butterfly flapped in response again.
âI think Iâm ready to let you go, this time,â Eddie admitted, carefully unlatching the window. âWeâre going to be okay, me and Christopher. I promise. You can go. You donât need to worry about us.âÂ
The butterfly seemed to pause, for a second, before it flew out the open window, disappearing into the beginnings of the evening. Eddie wasnât sure how long he stood there, tears pouring down his cheeks, rolling off the curve of his chin and onto his shirt, but the next thing he knew, he could hear -Â
âBuck?â
âEddie! Youâre a firefighter - how long have you left that candle unattended, huh? Eddie - Eddie, where are you, man?â
Buck appeared in the doorway of Eddieâs bedroom, a family-sized bag of sour patch kids tucked under one arm. âDo I need to teach you the basics of fire safety all over again?â he huffed, pausing as he noticed Eddieâs tears. âEddie - you okay?â
âYeah,â Eddie offered his best friend a teary smile. For the first time, Eddie might actually mean that yes. âIâm okay. There - there was a butterfly,â he explained, gesturing at the window vaguely. âI had to let it out.â
âA butterfly?â Buck looked confused.Â
âMy abuela always said butterflies were the spirits of people whoâve died,â Eddie explained. âI lit a candle for Shannon, and there was a butterfly just sitting on my pillow, when I came in here. ItâsâŠâ he paused. âItâs stupid.â Â
Buckâs face softened. âItâs not stupid,â he shook his head. âYou think it was Shannon?â
Eddie glanced at the window again. âI hope it was,â he admitted, taking a deep breath before he closed the window. That in itself felt like symbolism, Eddie decided - a closing of a chapter he should have let go a long time ago. Thatâs what he needed it to be, at least. âWait - arenât you meant to be on a date?â
Bcuk shrugged. âWe changed the tickets to tomorrow,â he explained, holding up the bag of candy. âYou said you werenât going to make an altar, and I didnât want to let you skip out on it. These were her favourite, right?âÂ
Eddie could cry all over again. Buck, like Shannon, hadnât grown up with Dia de los Muertos, but here he was, with a bag of Eddieâs dead wifeâs favourite candy, ready to sit in Eddieâs grief with him. Eddie wasnât sure what heâd done in a previous life to deserve a friend like Evan Buckley, but he thanked whatever God or universe was listening for giving him Buck anyway.
âSheâd eat so many sheâd give herself a stomach-ache,â Eddie grinned, and the memory didnât hurt, the way it used to, the grief a dull ache that he could grow around, now. He leaned into the embrace Buck offered, breathing in the familiar cedarwood scent of Buckâs favourite cologne. âThanks. For being here.â
âNowhere Iâd rather be,â Buck hummed, pressing a ridiculous, loud, smacking kiss to the top of Eddieâs head. Eddie loved him. âBut Iâm buying you one of those electric candle warmers if youâre going to keep leaving candles unattended, Eddie.âÂ
Eddie was mostly listening as he let Buck guide him back to the living room, the candle still flickering golden in front of Shannonâs picture. It was the same one heâd put on her memorial programme - bright, and beautiful, just like sheâd always been when she was alive.Â
Buck grinned, as he set a piece of candy in front of her picture. âBerry,â he explained. âMy favourite,â he added, tossing a handful of the sour sweets into his own mouth.Â
They sat, the television playing reruns of a procedural in the background, eating candy until their stomachs hurt, the candle burning all the way to the end.Â
The butterfly didnât come back.
Buck stayed.
Eddie was ready to move on.
(Buck stayed.)
#911 abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#its pre relationship buddie but mostly its about eddie and grief#in which i ramble#in which lorna writes fic
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Baby No!
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt: Reader finds a mug identical to Natasha's favorite mug and starts plotting...
Warnings: Fake tears, broken glass, swearing, kind of mandala effect, karma? (I don't believe in karma, but it's the easiest way to explain it.
A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I haven't made a serious post in forever and I am having some serious writers block with the requests (I'm so super-duper sorry about that) But I always feel like after writing a few pranks, I get into the gist of things again. However, I might be fooling myself this time since I think I have a 2,000-word essay due next week that I haven't started on and a 1,000-word essay possibly 1,500 words due the following week, so yeah. T-T
Also, this was inspired by that one masc lesbian tiktoker named Alaire. They make a bunch of videos reenacting scenes with their girlfriend who has only ever dated men. They always go like "baby no!" when their gf is crying or about to cry lol.
It was just a normal day for you, driving home from buying groceries and you impulsively decided to stop at your local thrift store to see if they had anything new.
They knew you buy name and saved what they thought would interest you because you frequented their shop so much. You literally got first pick on most of the items they had solely because they love you so much.
So, as you stroll in, you smile and wave at the owner who waves back and nods her head to signal that there is new stuff in the back waiting for you to inspect.
You smile and walk right past all of the racks and shelves that you've sifted through a hundred times before, and you walk into the back and wave at Mary, the sorter.
You walk to your section that they labeled and you immediately frown, you spot a mug that you know.
It's Natasha's favorite mug. The mug has cute handle and was the only one that you could ever find. So, you walk over to it and pick it up wondering if it ended up in the box of things that you donated, possibly on accident. Although you could have sworn Nat was using it just the other day.
You roll your eyes picking it up and remembering that you have cold groceries in the car, you decide that you need to go. While taking it to the register, you decide not to mention anything to Kevin, the cashier, because they would probably give it back to you for free and you hate to leave them without buying a single thing.
You pay for the mug and take it home. Once you get back, you quietly wash the mug and go to put it in its usual spot, but you find that the mug is already there. You have a moment where your brain is stuck trying to put the pieces together, but when it clicks that you just bought a duplicate to the unique mug that Natasha loves so dearly, you start plotting.
You smirk and run upstairs knowing that Nat is in training for another hour or so and you quickly grab the fake blood from your period prank with Nat.
You know that Nat will probably come in on the first floor, and you chill in the basement, where Nat has coincidentally found her mug from you forgetting to put it back after stealing it. You check the time and calculate how long you have.
15 minutes... that's enough time for you to glue a fragment of the dupe coffee mug to your hand mostly carefully so you don't actually cut yourself and pour the blood in a way that it is dripping down your arm from your hand.
Once you are sure it looks amazing from every angle, you smirk and set up the camera. Which probably would have been easier to do with two hands but whatever. You like to do things the hard way sometimes.
Natasha comes in and yells out, "Y/n! I'm home!"
You yelp out pretending to be startled by her voice and you drop the mug on the floor.
Natasha hears the familiar crash of shattering ceramic and runs down to check on you saying, "Y/n? Are you alright?"
You fake a worried face and tone, "Yes! I'm fine baby! Just whatever you do, don't come down here!"
She frowns, "I need to make sure you are okay, I'm coming down okay?"
"Baby No!"
It's too late, she is already rushing down the stairs to check on you, the first thing she sees when she scans the room is you cowering in the middle of the floor with shattered ceramic pieces all around you and one big shard in your hand, "Y/n! Oh my god!"
She runs over, careful not to kick any ceramic pieces around, and carefully takes your hand in hers, "What happened detka?"
She looks into your eyes and you make your lip quiver and your eyes fill with tears as she tries to hush you, "No baby, its okay, please don't cry."
You let a few tears slip and say, "but- but you- I-" Your eyes widen as you look down and say, "Nat please don't be mad!"
She furrows her eyebrows reaching in the closet quickly to grab a first aid kit as she sits you on a table to assess your hand.
You frown and rush out, "I was drinking with your mug and then you scared me, and I dropped it and broke your favorite mug!"
She freezes when she realizes exactly what mug you have stabbing into your hand right now, but only briefly. She quickly composes herself and shakes her head, "I don't care baby, mugs are replaceable, you are not."
You quickly smirk at the camera when she looks away but recover when she comes back. She sets up her stuff and stops to look up into your eyes, "Detka? I know this isn't your first rodeo, but this is probably going to hurt like a bitch. I still need you to sit still though, okay?"
You nod your head as she starts to carefully wipe the blood off to try and assess the wound and how many stitches you'll need.
She frowns, "This looks like it should be deeper, but I think it is only superficial. That is a good thing, it means you might not have to go to Bruce, but I'm going to need to take the ceramic shard out before I make any final decisions."
You nod your head, but as she goes to pull it out slowly you yelp and pull your hand away before she can even touch it, "I'm scared! What if I bleed out?"
She shakes her head and holds yours in her hands, "You're not going to bleed out, I promise. If I was worried about that, I would have already taken you to the Med-bay, okay? I just need you to trust me. Take a deep breath, okay?"
You inhale and exhale slowly, and then bring your hand over to hers and nod your head.
When Natasha pulls the cut shard off of your hand though, she sees that it was glued on, and your hand underneath it is completely fine. When you see confusion cross her features, you start giggling, and not long after you are laughing your ass off.
She makes the connection, and her face drops to a glare. "Are you kidding me? I was so concerned about how the hell you even got a piece of ceramic this big into your hand in the first place, and you were just pranking me the whole time?"
You giggle and nod your head, but you forget to tell her about the duplicate mug scenario, so she frowns and says, "Did you seriously break my mug for a prank?"
After thinking about it, you decide to double prank her and nod your head laughing even more, but you realize you crossed the line when she drops down and slowly starts picking up every piece she can, and she starts trying to place them together.
Obviously, this doesn't work, and it crumbles to pieces again, but she sniffs a bit, and you realize the gravity of the situation. You place a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugs you off, so you try to talk to her, "Baby? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize it meant that much."
She shakes her head and mumbles out, "My sestra got that mug for me. It was the second thing she ever bought for herself once she got out of the red room, and she gave it to me. She- she's going to be heartbroken when she finds out it's broken. I'm heartbroken that it is broken." She lets a tear fall and then composes herself.
"Wow, I- I never knew, I'm so sorry. Can't we just find one on ebay or something?"
Nat lets out a frustrated huff and stands up and she starts cleaning the glass off the floor as she rants, "No! I can't find one on ebay, don't you think I've tried? Don't you think I know how clumsy and stupid you are, and was trying to be prepared for a situation like this to happen because you never ever listened to me when I told you not to touch my mug, but you're Y/N so you have to break the rules! I just didn't realize that the reason I would need such a duplicate would be because you are so careless and awful that you'd break this!"
Your jaw drops a bit at her rant, and you try to find words as Nat huffs and starts calming her breathing. You are a little hurt by her words which, on one side, you don't have a right to be hurt because you are the one that wanted to do a prank, but on the other hand, Nat just admitted that she never initially trusted you with her mug which really hurts. "I- I don't know what to say..."
Nat sighs and mumbles, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I am just frustrated and I-"
You put your hand up to stop her and move to open a drawer and grab the original mug. You hold it in your hands, "I found a mug that looked exactly like yours at the thrift store today. I thought it would be some harmless fun to smash the duplicate one and prank you, but I'm realizing that I may have taken it too far."
You try to not let the fact that you are incredibly hurt show, but you are not the black widow or anything, so you just start on your own rant. "I know it was heartless and cruel of me to play this kind of prank on you. In my defense you never told me the story behind the mug, so I didn't realize how much it meant to you. Now... I am very sorry that I broke the duplicate on purpose, but here is your precious mug that you clearly don't trust my clumsy ass with. And most of all, I'm sorry that you never trusted me enough with it in the first place, so much so, that you thought you had to find it online so that I wouldn't hurt your precious mug."
You softly, but firmly, push the original mug into Natasha's hand and step back. You turn to go upstairs and inevitably lock yourself in the bathroom or something, but Nat says, "Y/n wait! I- I didn't mean it, I was just angry, okay? People say things that they don't mean when they get angry."
You huff and turn around and hold up your pointer finger, "No Natasha, youâre lying to me, want to know how I know that you are lying? Natasha Romanoff does not say hurtful things when she gets angry. Maybe I do, maybe Yelena and Tony and Steve and Alexie and so many others do, but not Natasha. No..."
You pause and start using every name in the book you can come up with, "Natalie Rushman stays calm and collected when she is angry, Fanny Longbottom takes a step back and thinks before she speaks, Natalia Romanova is calculative and smooth with her words. So, no... Do not tell me that MY Natalia Alianovna Romanova has suddenly had a change of heart, and suddenly starts spewing nonsense that she doesn't mean when she is angry, because that is a lie. The Nat I know, has more self-control than anyone on this earth, the Talia I know does not say something that she doesn't mean unless she knows I will catch her joke or understand her sarcasm, the Natty I know doesn't lie for things like this. So don't go and say something just to make me feel better after you spoke your truth, even if it did hurt my feelings..."
You take a deep breath and look deep into her eyes, "And before you say it, I know I have no right to be hurt over how you felt when I broke your mug, but you and I both know it goes so much deeper than just a mug. I get why you were angry and frustrated, I really do, and I understand why you said those hurtful things, you had every right to do it. Those hurtful things were at least truthful, I just wish you didn't feel the need to lie to save my peace. I wish you'd have told me that you didn't trust me with something that meant so much to you. It probably would have saved a lot of hurt."
She opens and closes her mouth to try and come up with something. Anything. She sighs eventually and nods her head, âyouâre right. I should have just told you, itâs no excuse but I thought it would be better if I kept it a secret, but now I see that I was wrong. I'm sorry baby."
You hum and say, "Honestly, I'd have done the same thing. So, sorry for getting all pissy about it, you were just trying to look out for me, but unfortunately it was a lose-lose situation for the both of us." Thankfully, your ADHD brain jumps topics swiftly when there is an awkward pause, and you say, "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Let's make dinner!"
You both go upstairs and start cooking y'alls dinner and live happily ever after. ;)
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A/N: Hey guys, so this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now, and I am just really trying to get it out to y'all, so it is super rushed at the end. I honestly don't even remember where I was going with it, but I had enough to bullshit it. I hope y'all like it!
Also, I am going to stop writing for a while, I think college is really catching up to me, and honestly, I am only apologizing to the people who I promised I'd write their fics. I really got in over my head and I am so so sorry. If I end up writing those fics, it is definitely going to be a surprise for the both of us. I might write a few things every now and then, or if your request can be shortened then I might do that. BUT that is only if I am inspired to write. Once again, I do apologize for breaking a promise, but I have to prioritize myself and I can't apologize for that.
Also Also, I have not been super active on tumblr recently, so if I don't reply or I am not interacting with your posts as I usually would, I am okay, and I pinky promise I am not going to do anything concerning. Maybe I break my normal promises, but you best believe I hold true to my pinky promises.
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âAnd I can't exist without youâ Curly x Reader
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i. i've been waiting by my grave
waiting for you to rescue me, my love
come back from the dead
You'd look up at the night sky often. Each night, even. Especially now. Especially these days.
By now, it was routine. You'd go to the balcony of your house (one that he bought) and use the ladder to climb on the rooftop so you could lay down on it, looking at the stars.
... why was the ladder there again?
Oh, that's right. He left it there. He put there for you.
So you could look at him.
Oh, what a fool that man was. And yet, you loved him so damn much... so, so much it hurt. Especially now.
Now that he was gone.
He was supposed to be back a year ago. And yet... he disappeared. And since you didn't get to marry him, they would use that damn technicality against you.
You tried everything, but nothing worked. Not even a lawsuit.
You were stuck. Stuck with a ring on your finger...
And without him.
ii. and i can't exist without you
i can't exist without you
You felt tears falling down your cheeks as you looked at the full moon and all the stars around it. You could almost hear him. Almost feel him.
You remembered it all too well. Your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. You remembered his small chuckles as you confused the constellations. He always seemed to know all the stars so well.
It was so sweet.
You remembered smiling and giggling at the child-like wonder in his eyes. In moments like this, all your worries seemed to fade away. It was just you, him and the night sky.
It was not the same anymore.
It was almost like phantom pain where you couldn't feel his body against yours.
It was almost piercing just how silent the world was without his voice and heartbeat.
It was almost colorless without those damn bright blue eyes of his looking at you lovingly when you woke up.
God, you missed him.
iii. you are my cure
in this infected world
and i can't do this without you
i'm dying here without you
Curly didn't know when he woke up. One moment, he was frozen, drifting in space on the Tulpar, all his crewmates dead... the next, there was a team of doctors above him.
He wasn't sure what was going on. His mind was too hazy, still trying to handle everything that happened to him. To his crew.
His mind kept going from them to you. He never forgot you.
Even with how fuzzy his mind was, clouded by the constant pain he felt, you always remained in his mind and heart. Sometimes he even hallucinated in his agony, seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his face and hushing him with the sweetest, softest whisper.
You'd promise him everything would be alright. Talk about your plans. You'd remind him about the silly cat or dog debate that never got to reach a conclusion.
You'd wear the beautiful ring he got you, talking to him about the wedding you two were planning once he comes back home.
He'd sob every night, prying to once day get to hold you in his arms again.
The only real cure for his pain. The light in the dark.
God, he missed you.
iv. i don't belong here without you...
Hope is the mother of all fools, and yet, it always dies last.
Your hope never died.
Almost two decades passed since he disappeared.
And yet, as your hair greyed and your skin started to lose it's youthful glow, you never lost hope.
You kept waiting.
You'd rather die a widow than even think about loving another, after all.
And yet, one day, you got a call from a hospital hours away from your home.
They asked for your name and if you knew a man called Curly. Shocked, yet hopeful, you told them that yes, you were engaged to Grant Curly.
He was finally found.
v. i wanna lie with your bones forever...
You'd recognize those god damn bright blue eyes of his anywhere.
From the moment his one remaining eye met yours, you know it was him. As damaged as he was, it was him. Curly. The love of your live.
You had no idea how long you were there with him, holding his burned face and leaving the gentlest, most love filled kisses on it as relieved tears streamed down your face.
You'd rest your forehead against his chest, finally feeling his heartbeat again after all those years, hearing his the fast yet steady rhythm between your sobs.
You could finally feel his arms around you again, even if they were much skinnier, with stumps instead of the big hands you always loved to hold.
It was him. The man you loved so much.
And as you looked into his eye, that beautiful, gorgeous blue eyes of his...
You could see your world was slowly regaining its colors.
Just like his world was slowly regaining the light.
You were together again.
God, you've both missed this so much.
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RAFAYEL: An Introduction
Zayne | Xavier | Sylus
Pairing: Rafayel x Reader
Word Count: 0.7K
Warnings: Switch!Rafayel, Switch!Reader, dirty talk, SO MUCH TEASING, MC is OOC, Oral (f receiving), fingering
Welcome to part 3 of this series! This series is me introducing you all to how I write for them. Requests are open and feel free to leave a comment cause I love them and read them. It also keeps me motivated!
A/N: Rafayel and the MC have a very established dynamic and they are having fun! I want to clarify cause sometimes I go overboard đ. I love when switches do switch things đ. MC might feel OOC but I based the dialogue on how I would like to banter with Raf so do with that what you will. Rafayel just gives such switch energy and I feel like we need to tap in. Could also be that Iâm a switch and I love being a tease lool.
On the dance floor you already feel him getting hard as you grind on him. You knew what you were doing when you wore your this dress. A low cut number that accentuates your curves, barely covering your ass, thick thighs and long legs on display. You drape your arms behind you around his neck dancing in time with the music. Lost in the beat you forget he is loosing it behind you. His grip on your hips tightens to snap you back to the present.
âDonât push it. You know what Iâm capable of.â
You turn around ready to push it just a little further. His blush had spread to his entire face and neck. His eyes canât meet yours, the tent in his pants becoming more obvious. You let out a chuckle at his ruined state.
âYea fucking right. Your seconds from coming over a lil grinding. Youâre all talk and no action.â
He huffs but before he can say more youâre moving closer to him. You gently press your body into him and cup his hard on. He scoffs as he looks to the side.
âDonât push it. You know exactly what Iâm capable of.â
You give him another squeeze, heâs seconds away from falling apart and you laugh. The music, dark lighting, and crowd are saving him but the thrill that anyone can see fuels you further. With your other hand you cup his face and lean his head down for a kiss. Desperate for more of your touch he yields and deepens the kiss. While distracted with his beautiful lips he grips your wrist thatâs palming him and whispers on your lips.
âDid you forget I can smell your arousal or are you still intending to play games?â
You can no longer ignore the wet spot growing in your underwear, your desire for him bubbling just beneath your skin. Still, the game was fun and you couldnât say no to the blush all over his face. Without another word he drags you off the dance floor toward the door. Outside you push him against the wall and lean up into his ear.
âYea letâs keep playing this game, since you seem to keep enjoying yourself.â
He groans as you kiss his neck and exposed chest, letting his guard down.
âN-not here. Letâs me get the car.â
He slips out your grasp and straightens his collar and fluffs out his hair.
âWait here.â
Not long after you see the valet pull up with one of his silly sports cars that he definitely bought to prove he has money. He strolls over to you and grabs your hand, opens the passenger door for you, and you slip in. Itâs a short ride back to this studio but it feels like forever. You lean over, place a hand on this thigh, and leave open mouth kisses over his neck. The moment the door closes to the studio youâre instantly on each other. He pulls you into his arms, kissing your neck and chest feverishly as your arch into his touch. He pushes you back into the wall and continues to ravish you like a starved man. Teasing him is fun and so is the reward. He slides a hand down to your soaked underwear and pushes them to the side. Two fingers slide into you with ease and you hold him tighter for support. He slowly pumps them in and out of you as you grind into them. He slips them back out and kneels in front of you. He lightly flicks your clit and your hands slide into his hair. One hand grips your hip tightly preventing you from grinding on his face. He pushes his fingers back into you swiftly. He pumps his fingers in time with his licks. Your legs threaten to give out underneath you as your climax approaches. He continues to fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace and suck hard on your throbbing clit.
âO-overachiever. Iâm gonna cum on your face.â
He hums in response sending a wave through you. Youâre right on the edge panting and moaning desperate for him to take you over. You start to clench around his fingers and soon the coil in your stomach snaps. You pull his hair hard as you gush over his fingers and lips. He hums in response as he laps up everything prolonging your release. You can barely hold yourself up when he comes up to kiss you. You taste yourself on his mouth as he moans. He pulls away from you with a string, his face flush, eyes low, and panting. You could feel yourself getting wet all over again for him as he leaves you back to his bedroom. The night has only just begun.
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spiderhead â yj
tattoo artist!yeonjun x fem!reader
smut mdni, cheating, alcohol consumption, toxic relationship wc. ~6k
the buzz from tattoo guns spread across the room as if there were a swarm of bees â the shop was busy today. yeonjunâs mouth tasted of tobacco and menthol, his favorite combination, his index and middle fingers stained with the scent from years of use. he rain a hand through his hair, feeling the ends tickle his neck, before burying both hands in the soft, fleece lined pocket of his hoodie.Â
he made his way over to his station, checking his tools, cleaning up the area so he could prepare for his next client. the steps whirled in his head as they always did when he fixed his area: wash his hands, put gloves on, sterilize his tools, cover his equipment, disinfect all surfaces. he loved this part, the organization, having everything accessible to make his art easier to complete.Â
god, yeonjun loved his fucking job. just the plain idea of him drawing and coloring on peopleâs bodies, having his art stay there forever, it was magical to him. yeonjun knew in high school that he wanted to be a tattoo artist â he bought a shitty tattoo gun online, spent his weekends drunk in beomgyuâs basement leaving wonky doodles on his friends in places no one would ever see. at parties, people would beg him to whip out the tattoo gun, implore him to etch small designs on their skin on the big leather couch in soobinâs parentsâ house.Â
those nights turned into lonely ones spent in his bedroom, cross hatching lines into fake skin on his desk, shading with pointillism in designs heâd seen on pinterest, smoke from his lit joint dancing into the air of his bedroom. he had a year long apprenticeship at a tattoo shop in the middle of brooklyn when he turned nineteen, he tried college for a year when he graduated high school but quickly realized it just wasnât for him. now, four years later, he was thriving: he was booked, he was busy, he was a real fucking tattoo artist and made real fucking money.Â
he grabbed his phone to check the time before he started disinfecting, only five more minutes before his client was supposed to show. he scrolled his lock screen, eyes thinning when he read the notifications.Â
v: did u turn the lights off before u left v: if my electric bill is high again just know youâre paying that shit
his lips pulled into a line, thumbs moving a mile a minute.Â
yj: yes i turned them off yj: u dont have to remind me every single dayÂ
he locked his phone and set it face down on the counter that ran along the back of the shop, packed cabinets filled with saran wrap, disinfectant and ink caps underneath. he shook his head, irritation flooding his thoughts, heâd left the lights on one time and now heâll never hear the end of it.Â
well over a year now, together but still not quite official â on and off but pretty much living together, yeonjun has spent more time in your bushwick apartment than he has at his own downtown. granted the shop was closer to your apartment than his own, but heâs always liked your apartment more, anyway. tall ceilings, funky art, maps and concert posters on the walls, a unique touch to your living space with your red lacquered kitchen cabinets and dark wood accents where his own looked cheesy and cheap in comparison.
two bedrooms, one full bathroom and a separate room just for the television and couch, yeonjun thought you were fucking loaded when he first stepped foot in your apartment. it had to be your parents paying your bills, or maybe you were a nepo baby â this is new york, after all â but as your relationship grew and he learned more about your occupation, how much you truly made between high commission and tips, heâd never thought a hairstylist could make so much fucking money.Â
both of you in your careers, working full time with the public, both creative people that spend their days creating art that lives on peopleâs bodies. your canvases were humans, walking, breathing pieces of scrap paper that you drew on, painted on, poked, cut, shaded. the two of you related to one another too much in too many areas, on too many levels, so many conversations about people and their critiques, their wishes, their families, their stories. if you and yeonjun could do anything, it was talk.Â
youâd met on your twenty first birthday, a little over a month after yeonjunâs twenty second. you and your girl friends and coworkers he later learned circled up on the dance floor with you in the middle, rolling your hips to the beat of the song, head tipped back in a drunken haze and a cocktail in your hand. he eyed you from the bar, thinking nothing of it other than the fact that you were a drunk twenty one year old about to be obnoxiously loud in his ear all night. he sipped his glass of whiskey, neat, tattooed fingers wrapping around the glass that dripped sweat onto his palm.Â
the bar was hot, too hot for the outfit he had on â oversized black hoodie with the hood over his head, black pants, boots on his feet. he was dressed for early november in new york, layered to fight off the chill of brooklyn, not for whatever the hell was going on in his favorite bar.Â
you approached him first, slurring over your words, tucking your hair behind your ear which was already tucked. you batted your eyelashes, your eyes glossed over in intoxication â yeonjun was not biting, he wasnât interested in the slightest. he gave you a tight lipped smile, clinked his glass with your own and turned his attention away from you, a small gesture to say what youâre looking for is not me, keep it moving.
but when you strolled into his shop two weeks later as a walk-in and yeonjun had a cancellation, only then was he taking the bait, the bait you had no idea you were dangling from a hook right in front of his own two eyes. you didnât seem to recall your interaction on your birthday, you didnât seem to recognize yeonjun at all and that only made him curious. hes so curious yeahhh
you asked for a ruler along your index finger, two lines to show the public what two inches really is. he laughed at that, a small puff of amusement leaving his perfect plump lips just as the words left yours.Â
âis that stupid?â you asked, head cocked to the side, eyebrows furrowed in question but your eyes wide and he swore he could see them shine as you looked up to him. he was taken then, from just that one look in your eyes â he knew he was in trouble.
ânot at all,â he said as she shook his head, smile still dancing on his cheeks, âitâs funny, iâll take you back.âÂ
you sat down on the bench, yeonjun went searching for a ruler in the cabinets lining the back of the shop. you spoke mindlessly about your job as he searched, immediately telling him a story about a client you had a few days ago who wanted a balayage and not highlights but they couldnât decipher between the two â they insisted on highlights when what they were describing was clearly a balayage. you spoke with such enthusiasm, your mouth running a mile a minute, words spilling from your lips just as fast as you thought them.Â
yeonjun had no idea what you were talking about but he knew you were adorable â much different from when you first tried to pick him up at that bar. your eyes are bright, words controlled, movements sharp and alert. what did stay the same was the confidence, your outward extrovertedness made it so yeonjun didnât have to say much, just nodding and listening to your little story as he tried his best to keep his head on straight.Â
âfinger tattoos donât last as long as they do on other parts of the body,â he interrupted as your story ended, finally pulling a small red plastic ruler from the cabinet to his left.Â
you shrug, âi figured as much, my hands are in water a lot, too.âÂ
yeonjun sucked a breath in through his teeth, âthat makes it even worse.âÂ
âso what, i have to come back and get it touched up, then? big deal,â your hands came up at your sides, shrugging altogether, âas long as you still work here when i have to get it touched up then itâs fine.âÂ
âalready commending my work when i havenât even done the tattoo yet?â yeonjun wears a lazy, teasing smile as he sits down on his stool, grabbing the arm rest for you to lay your forearm on.Â
âwho said i was talking about the tattoo?â yeonjunâs eyes shot up at you who was already wearing a smirk, his lips parted ever so slightly. he immediately cracked a smile, shaking his head as he looked back down to your hand.Â
âthatâs crazy,â he mumbled under his breath as he put the ruler up to your finger, then grabbed his pen from his tray to mark the inches. maybe you did know â maybe you were purposely dangling the bait, or maybe the two of you just had the same amount of interest in each other. maybe there was no bait to begin with.
âi donât think it's crazy,â he didnât expect you to hear him or respond, but it seems you donât have a filter of any kind as you keep going, âyouâre hot, iâm hot, we have a lot in common already.âÂ
âwe have a lot in common?â he raised an eyebrow, looking up to you again after marking the second inch, he grabbed a different pen to mark the eighths.Â
âweâre both creative, both work with the public, we have picky people as clients, have to listen to unrealistic expectations, both work in careers that arenât super common â not common, maybe abnormal? or maybe iâm trying to say we can be abnormal because our careers arenât super judgemental? appearance wise, i guess, whatever, anyways, we also both know how to talk to people, i can keep goingâŠâ
âso all we have in common are our careers?â heâs still playing along as he finishes marking out the lines, âhow does that look?â
âlooks good to me,â you say after a quick glance, barely an inspection of your finger, âpretty much, but our careers teach us a lot about ourselves. oh! and we can do art trades, iâll do your hair and you give me tattoos.âÂ
âare you bribing me or pimping yourself out?â the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk, and the smile that paints itself on your face feigns innocence, heâd save that look for his sketchbook later tonight.
âmaybe a little bit of both. are either of them working?â you cocked your head to the side again, swinging the feet that hung from the bench ever so slightly, careful not to kick anything in front of you. yeonjun had to reel himself in.
yeonjun had to be honest â with himself, and you â it started working the moment you stepped into the shop. you had no visible tattoos, a casual outfit on, sweatpants and a tee shirt that left just a sliver of skin between the hems of your clothes. your hair was done but it wasnât anything out of the ordinary, you didnât seem like anything special off first glanceâ in fact, you seemed the exact opposite of his type, the girls he usually went for. yeonjun was just as confused with himself as he was enamored by you.Â
âi donât know, i think you might have to try a lilâ harder,â he faked a deciding face, eyebrows scrunched as he moved back in his stool, ushering for you to stand up. he looked at your finger from all angles, analyzing it as you stood to the side, lifting your hands, flexing your fingers as you stood. he was happy with his sketch, his outline, he was more then prepared to freehand a couple lines.Â
âyou should let me try harder over some drinks if the tattoo comes out good,â your eyes were trained on your hand as you followed his instructions, moving your hands into every position he asked for.Â
yeonjun laughed at that, âif the tattoo comes out good? what, am i the one picking you up now?âÂ
you shrugged as he ushered you to sit back down, âyou might be, iâm trying to find out.â
he nodded with his lips pursed, folded into a frown that wasnât exuding any sort of negative reaction, more impressed than anything. âfair game.â
your tattoo came out flawless, the lines he free handed onto your finger came out straight, perfect in thickness. as easy as it seemed, you knew the talent it took, the patience and a steady hand needed for such precision. after you paid, tipping him generously, your flirting returned with vengeance.
âi think we hit it off if iâm being honest,â you smiled, showing all of your teeth to the black haired man behind the counter, âdo you have anyone else after me?âÂ
he shook his head, âyouâre my last, i had a cancellation.â
âoh my godâ do you believe in fate? yeonjun, i think thatâs what this is, iâm being so serious,â your eyes were wide, eyebrows shot up, smile wide. excitement bled from you, your veins, you were nothing but honest. so shameless, not a thought in your pretty little head that heâd reject you â he wasnât sure if youâd care if he did.Â
he laughed, something he seemed to do too much during your entire service, his head hanging low in front of him before he picked it back up, looking at you who was already staring expectantly at him. âi donât, but maybe if we go get drinks you can change my mind.â
you raised your fists, âiâve won.â
the bar was halfway to your apartment, almost smack ass between the tattoo shop and your place. youâd been there before with your girlfriends, once or twice since your birthday â you could finally join in on the fun. yeonjun was dressed in all black, youâd soon come to find out he was always dressed in all black, and he never looked like he got enough sleep. you seemed so bright next to him, with your hair and your clothes and the plush keychains attached to your purse. you looked like total opposites, when you knew you had much more in common than what meets the eye. Â
that one night bled into the next year of your lives â something he was not expecting after your first interaction. itâs not like heâs never had a client try to bag him before, but something about you was different, it drove him insane that he couldnât put a finger on it. he was used to playing games, always the winner, never the loser. he was used to confusion, being stuck in the inbetween, the gray area that sometimes came with relationships, or lack thereof. with you it was so straight forward, a slippery slope, not a hole he dug himself into but instead a well, one full of water, full of life. he never wanted to stop drinking from it, gulp after gulp, chugging until he was so full he thought he might spill over.Â
the spilling didnât come until six and a half months in. your first two months were every manâs wet dream â he had every inch of you, every fistful of perpetually iron-curled hair, every corner of plush skin burned to memory â on every surface of your apartment and his.Â
in yeonjunâs past relationships, he never seemed to be the problem. if anything, he was the victim.
small fights to massive blown out arguments over petty shit, staying out too late with his coworkers at his favorite bar to beomgyu stealing him for a night out clubbing, missed texts and phone calls to going MIA for three days. yeonjun never seemed to understand what the issue was â petty arguments were never his thing, heâd rather stay silent than give into whatever the fuck his current plaything was yelling about this time. so what if he stayed out too late with his coworkers? he still came home. thereâs no harm in a night out clubbing with his boys, she didnât even know about the girl that was grinding against his dick all night, or the other one that had her lipstick smeared across his lips in the corner of the dark club. he went MIA for three days because his phone was dead, not because he had her number blocked. it was ridiculous, really, the things women would try and pin on him â yeonjun never seemed to think he was the issue at all.Â
the thought never crossed yeonjunâs brain that these behaviors were learned, or that he could teach them to anyone else. he never thought that his pretty, bright eyed new girlfriend would turn into a different version of himself â if she did, heâd be grateful, he thought himself pretty fucking cool â yeonjun never thought any of his behaviors were bad, but when yeonjun got a taste of his own medicine he knew he met his match.Â
he showed up at your apartment past midnight, drunk off his ass, clothes oozing whiskey, weed and burberry her. he let himself in with his key, the one you gave him after three months in, the one you told him to use whenever he wanted. he called out your name, searching from room to room, but you were nowhere to be found. heâd never shown up to an empty apartment, thereâs never been a lack of you, cuddled up in a fuzzy robe, either under your duvet or sitting on the couch watching reruns of your favorite drama. yeonjun was confused, his dazed head couldnât think up a proper reason for your absence, he decided to do what he absolutely fucking hated to be done to him.Â
he called you about thirty six times, texted you about forty two times. he also left four voicemails, not one of them nice.Â
he sat there on your couch â after a much needed shower, a bottle of water and a change of clothes you kept for him in your bottom drawer, he sobered up real quick. he felt more level headed, but he couldnât ignore the anger that began to grow, a pit that sat heavy in his stomach: where the fuck were you? who were you with?Â
you damn near fell into the room an hour later, keys falling to the floor after you ripped them out of the door. you giggled to yourself, your heels in your hands, fingers curled into the heel of your black pumps. the strapless, sparkly scrap of fabric he could barely call a dress was crooked, your hair that was always purposely styled to perfection was a mess, your red lipstick was smudged down your chin. yeonjunâs seen this scene before, heâs done it, heâs lived it.
âwho fucked you?â were the first words that left his mouth as he stood in the living room, oversized black clothes hanging off his frame like hadeâs robes. the breath that left his nostrils was hot, burning his cupidâs bow, his jaw locked with his usually plump lips scrunched to a thin line.Â
you laughed â you fucking laughed. âyouâre a fucking psychopath, junie. i just came back from a night with the girls!â
yeonjun was not buying it â he stepped closer. the stench of alcohol was masked by dior sauvage, a smell he knew too well, a smell that drifted past him as you nearly pushed him out of your way. yeonjun was dumbfounded and raging, his eyebrows furrowed together, his hands held out in front of him like he didnât know what to do with them.Â
his girl, his only girl â well, other than the girl he made out with earlier â he couldnât fathom the thought of someone elseâs hands on you, being so close to you that you came home smelling like him. he followed you to the bathroom.
you were already stripped down bare â no bra and no panties to be seen on the pile on the floor with that thin scrap of fabric, yeonjun couldnât collect his thoughts fast enough, his rage was creeping up his spine, sitting in his stomach like food poisoning, threatening to come out whether he wanted it to or not.
âyouâre lying,â was all he could get out as you brushed through your hair, putting it in a tight knot atop your head, a small smile still sitting on your cheeks. he didnât sound angry enough, his voice wasnât stable, his feelings werenât enough to give his voice ground to stand on.Â
âno iâm not,â you said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, like your words were the honest to god truth. you turned to him, your best innocent look paired with that award winning smile, âwanna shower with me? or did you already when you came home from the club?â
yeonjun had a full body reaction, his eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched up in disbelief and shock, for just a moment there he thought he might be insane. did he make that up? was the dior he smelled just remnants from being with beomgyu earlier? no, no he showered, that was all you. he was not insane. he stepped closer.Â
the smell of a shower heâd taken just an hour ago filled the room, the body wash that you always used was the only scent he could decipher. he took a breath, âyou fucked someone.â
âi think you might still be drunk, baby,â you wore a fake pout, raising your right hand to run your thumb across his bottom lip, âhappy anniversary, by the way. six months!â
that was the start of everything â his pretty little bright eyed girlfriend was buried somewhere, six feet deep in wet soil, replaced with something akin to a fucking monster. when yeonjun first met you, you had told him you had so much in common, yeonjun didnât believe it, didnât see it. he thought the two of you were polar fucking opposites, yet he liked you anyway, liked that you introduced him to a new type of relationship. while yeonjun spent six months subconsciously teaching you his own behaviors, you spent the time purposely teaching him quite a few of your own.Â
goodmorning texts to goodnight texts to facetime â yeonjun never did any of that shit before. yeonjun has never bought a single person a bouquet of flowers in his entire life. yet here you stood, his pretty little bright eyed girlfriend, in the middle of your salon surrounded by a herd of your coworkers with a bouquet signed âyour junie <3 love you baby!â
his friends called him whipped, a simp, a cuck, every name in the fucking book because yeonjun adored you, and it was painfully obvious. youâd come to beomgyuâs garage, parading around in a mini skirt and your tiny little purse that yeonjun was sure only had lip gloss inside, getting him beers from the fridge and cracking them open, handing them to him with a smile and sitting straight on your throne: his lap. his friends adored you too, they couldnât figure out what you saw in yeonjun â with his dark clothes, heavy tattoos that covered his body, bags under his eyes, black hair and too much metal through holes in his face. his friends were constantly flirting with you, getting you whatever you needed, they were the ones cracking beers and serving them to you, yet you were doing it for yeonjun.Â
yeonjun was filled with pride, he loved it. a trophy they could look at but never touch. heâd never had this type of relationship before, someone so obsessed with him, someone willing to wait on him hand and foot, he slipped deeper and deeper into an emotion heâd never experienced before without even realizing it.Â
the day he did realize it, that was when the true fun began, because while he was unconsciously slipping, swimming deeper into that well, you stood at the top, holding the rope, pulling bucket by bucket out of the well with that award winning, innocent smile etched into your skin.Â
you werenât kidding when you said youâd do art trades, even his coworkers knew your face by now, taehyun two stations down always offered his services when you sat down on yeonjunâs bench. you giggled and flipped your hair, saying why would i do that when my boyfriendâs a better artist than you?
god, yeonjun loved to hear those words leave your lips. it was a bit the two of you did, taehyun acted as if he was shot through the heart, a poisoned arrow slipping straight through his skin, and yeonjun could hear the sweet melody of your giggle through the shop. yeonjun has filled up one of your arms by now and half of the otherâ a garden, flowers, bees, butterflies, tattoos that were so undoubtedly you he couldnât even make fun of you for them. he wouldnât expect you to have anything else.
his favorite, though, was the YJ right above your hip. it was in yeonjunâs own handwriting, a doodle he marked on your skin for life, late at night after too many drinks â it was like he was in high school again. that was four months in.Â
that night, yeonjun felt the closest thing to his entire world caving in on him â he needed to go. he stared at the scribble on your hip while his face was buried between your thighs, you were writhing above him, hands buried in his hair, you always looked so fucking gorgeous like that. instead of being focused on you, determined to push you over the edge like usual, yeonjunâs head was clouded â hazy. he wondered how a person heâd met by chance just a few months ago could become so important, so detrimental to his life, he feared he would be a shell of himself if you ever chose to leave him.
it terrified him. heâd never felt this way about anyone before.
before that night, your relationship was golden â yeonjun was something out of a dream, a hero, the prince in your story, you were convinced youâd spend your life with him. he was honest, he was smart, he told you everything that he had wrapped up in his complex, dark brain, and you accepted every word that came from his mouth, every thought that popped into his head.
when he left that night, hours after shoving a twelve gauge needle in your skin with ink the color of his hair, you didnât stress. you woke with a panic, of course, where the hell did your boyfriend go? but after twelve hours of no response, a trip to his shop, a night spent in his favorite bar, hours bent over your ikea bed frame, you knew what this was. you recognized this fear, you saw straight through him, yeonjun wasnât as masked as he thought himself out to be. youâd shared too much, you knew too much about one another for yeonjun to be anything but transparent.Â
you paid attention. late nights, coming home smelling like another womanâs perfume, earrings that fell from his pocket when you did laundry, long and short pink and blonde and brown pieces of hair found around every inch of your apartment â you looked at the tattoo that sat above your hip, you knew there was no one else for you in the world. if yeonjun wanted to play the game, youâd play it too, youâd play it better.Â
the first three or four or twenty two times you did it â yeonjun didnât notice. you even sent him home in one of yeonjunâs tees, one of his favorites, one that you successfully convinced yeonjun he left at his own apartment. when he couldnât find it there, it wasnât your issue anymore â with half of your wardrobe in two different places, youâre bound to lose a shirt or two.Â
it was only when you got sloppy, when you wanted him to notice, that he did. two months in, six and a half months after your relationship began, heâd caught you and you were so fucking close to convincing him that he didnât.Â
âweâre fucking done,â he was seething as you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a plush beige towel around your torso, no effort needed to keep yourself calm.Â
âwhyâs that?â you continued to feign innocence, stepping in front of the mirror to start applying your skincare, not even glancing at the man who stood next to you, his hands balled into fists.Â
âi know you fucked someone tonight,â his voice was stern, it was hideous on him. you loved the cool, calm yeonjun better â you loved your yeonjun, the one you spent endless nights with, looking through his sketchbook, where he showed you all of his doodles, his drawings, when he let himself be the most vulnerable. âthereâs no use in denying it, v.â
âand what have you been doing for the past two months, yeonjun?â your head snapped to look at him, your voice matching his, cadence slipping into something more harsh, laying yourself bare for him. you supposed your time was up. his mouth opened and closed.Â
âgreat,â his head dropped, low, sarcastic laughter slipping from his lips, âyou fuck someone and blame it on me? project your cheating onto me?â
âthereâs no use denying it, jun. have you talked to beomgyu? maybe you should ask him what he did after he dropped you off.â
you physically watched his face turn red â ears hot, crimson bubbling up from his chest to his throat to his face â you had to stop yourself from smiling. he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and you slept like a baby. freshly fucked, coming down from a solid drunk, you felt brand new.Â
it was a week before you saw him again â honestly, you were shocked it took that long. that gorgeous, long black hair that curled around his ears, peeked from the hem of his hoodie, you longed to touch it, feel it between your fingers. he looked like he hadnât slept since the last time he saw you, his bags sat heavy, dark, in your entryway, key in hand. you wanted to take care of him, wanted him to get a good nightâs rest â next to you.Â
you sat on your couch, not a muscle to be moved in his direction, the two of you just stared at each other from across the room. moments went by, youâre sure maybe a full minute, then he was pacing towards you.Â
âhello?â you asked in disbelief and concern before he was pulling you up by your wrists, smashing his lips against yours. his lips tasted of whiskey, neat, cigarette smoke, menthol. you thought maybe you were addicted to tobacco too from the way his mouth felt euphoric against yours, an old friend youâd missed. itâs only been a week but it couldâve been a year for all you knew.Â
âyouâre mine, you know that?â heâd asked between kisses, his mouth swallowing yours, his tongue stealing the words you couldnât begin to think let alone speak. instead you nodded into his lips, fingers tangling in his hair, body forcing itself into his, you missed him. you missed his smell, his touch, the feeling of him against you, you missed everything. you never wanted to part from him again.Â
he had you split open on the couch as he knelt on the floor, head between your thighs again, eyes trained on the YJ that sat on your hip. he hadnât seen it in a week, his brand on you, his initials that were inked into your skin for the rest of your life â he missed being between your legs, missed tasting you, missed taking everything you had to fucking offer. he missed you, his other half, the monster he created, his comfort, his home.
yeonjun would be lying if he said he was willing to part ways with you, but heâd also be lying if he said he was willing to acknowledge to the full extent of what he felt for you. yeonjun felt betrayed, played, messed with, like you snuck into his brain and plucked every single thought out of his head and fucking warped it. god, he loved you. he was so scared.
he told you as he barreled into you, fucking you like he hated you, whispering those words in a choked breath over and over into the shell of your ear. he couldnât believe he was admitting it, couldnât believe he was saying those three little words â youâre different, youâre everything. he loved you.
the months to follow were dancing right on the edge, together, but not quite. apart, but were you ever really apart? every night, wrapped in your sheets or his sheets â always someoneâs sheets, always together. you never discussed sleeping with beomgyu, yeonjun never brought it up again, he looked back at that moment in his head and all he saw was weakness, a time where he let you slip away â let you get away from him. you never spoke of it, but it was always there, between the two of you like a wall.Â
that wall that stood between you was tall and rock solid, unlike the glass doors to yeonjunâs head, yeonjunâs thoughts, that wall of his was unbreakable â even when he came home smelling like burberry her again no argument in the world could pry that night out of him again.
you knew better this time than to try with beomgyu again, he hadnât reached out since the night yeonjun left your apartment, you knew better than to try with anyone. instead of fighting fire with fire, you got distant, you spoke less, you asked less, you tried less. you became the ghost of his pretty, bright eyed girlfriend, one that had been to hell and back, one that learned from her mistakes. you became a reflection of yeonjun.Â
yeonjun checked his phone after his client, only two hours had gone by, surprisingly enough. it was a solid first session for his clientâs leg sleeve, but his bones were aching, his eyes sore from being focused for so long.
v: you left the fucking lights on
#choi yeonjun#yeonjun x y/n#yeonjun x you#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun#tomorrow x together#txt smut#txt x you#txt x reader#txt fanfic#txt#i have a crush on choi yeonjun
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hiiiii! its braindump nonnie again. i dont have any hard thoughts (yet! âïž) but tonight iâve been thinking about what night time routines look like w ateez⊠like, just thinking about standing next to your fave in the bathroom, brushing your teeth together and giggling at each other in the mirror. Or like, how theyâd help you blow dry your hair, or picking out matching pajamas.
omg haiiii nonnie >< lovely wonderful insanity inducing thoughts again I see... hehe
i love domesticity it makes me Fucking crazy!!!!!!! ima use jongho for this cuz hes been on my mind recently but... coming home from work and seeing him already at your apartment, finally using the spare key you gave him forever ago. it's a quiet night for the both of you, hanging out and talking about your days and watching videos or movies.
when you start feeling sleepy jongho easilyyy guides u to the bathroom. Honestly if you ask him pretty please he'll carry u. he knows your routine just as well as his own, somehow -- makes sure you do every step cuz you've been talking about being so tired lately that you cut it short. washing your face, doing your skincare stuff, etc. he's doing his with u too... the two of you have matching animal skincare headbands (his ofc is a bear)
he's humming a song you've heard before, finishing up rubbing in his moisturizer while you start to brush your teeth. he holds your hair back when you go to spit and you wait for him to be done after you, sitting on the toilet and keeping him company.
he insists that ur pjs be one of his shirts but if you're set on those matching sets you bought a little while ago... he pretends to put up a fight but he can't say no to u. I think u would share a lot of tender moments with each other here... your hair is all over the place from pulling the shirt over your head and he easily smoothes it back into place, out of your face, eyes meeting yours.
("what?" you ask when he doesn't look away. "nothing," he says, squeezing your cheeks between his hands. his eyes glimmer fondly. "just looking at you.")
you curl up in bed together, your head tucked into his neck, chatting a little bit more until you're both barely saying sentences. sleep comes easily with jongho, always.
#making myself wail Rn#anyone else get the feeling u would be so safe with him!!!!!!! Kms!!!!!!#đŠ.txt#đŠ answers#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez jongho x reader#ateez jongho imagine#choi jongho imagine#choi jongho x reader
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TSHIRTS IN DA HOUSE!!!!
They come in more colors too!!!!!(thereâs more if you click on the link đ„°)
#f1 merch#my f1 art#artist support#f1 art#formula one merch#f1 tshirts#Lando Norris tshirt#landoscar#Oscar Piastri#Lando Norris#ln4#op81#lamdoscar landoscar landoscar#papaya army#mclaren#f1#f1 fanart#pookie#2024 season#I would love you forever if you bought one
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#im back from a week with my dad at home and at the lake#it was really nice to b home for a while but now im a mess lol#bc it really makes me wanna move back to Appalachia and not do another semester out here#and also this was our 1st trip to the lake without my mom being there. she loved the lake. she grew up on the water and was named after an#island. she died before she could use our new jetski. which my dad bought for her and she would have loved#and i stood in her sandles bc my dad keeps them out by the fireplace and my toes fit almost exactly into the impressions of her feet#and i came come with another bag full of her clothes. and i feel bad for my dad being all alone in that big house#i mean hes got the dogs but theyre 7 and 8 and theyre big boys so they probably dont have all that long left. itll be so sad when they die.#there was a moment where i was talking to the dogs and he said i sounded exactly like my mom. which was kinda intentional#on my part bc i say a lot of things bc she would say them. stolen phrases and intonations. pieces of things ive taken.#its still weird that she's just gone forever. the time in the hospital feels like it was some horrible nightmare.#and now shes never gonna kno where we end up. she's left rooms full of half tumbled rocks and half sorted photos and half organized#classroom supplies. the outlines of a person that will slowly be stitched out of existance as time moves on until theres nothing left and#the memories are gone. its just sad is all. especially bc she didnt deserve it. no one does but expecally not her.#but unfortunately life isnt about getting what you deserve. its chaos and coincidence all the way down.#unrelated
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without doubt one of the worst things about bratz dolls is that you cannot display them without shoes bc they look weird as fuck. stumpy ass bitches
#tales from diana#i bought some bratz w a walmart giftcard my brother got me for my birthday... like months ago#my birthday is in april so i probably bought them like may or june#i opened yasmin today and i really gotta wash her hair it's a gelly mess#lookin like a rat's nest fuckin... it's bad mga wtf#it's the forever bratz yasmin from this year btw not a reproduction#i did also get the reproduction of campfire felicia bc it was also there and the same price#and like honestly she was lookin so cute and tbh she was a better deal lol she came w two outfits so yeah#you know yasmin was my favorite design of the forever bratz but the doll itself is somewhat cheaper than i was expecting her to be#ppl always praise mga for having higher quality than playline barbie these days but like... i kept thinking#hmmm if this had come out in the 2000s this doll would've had a fabric purse and not a hard plastic one#this lace on the front would actually be able to open and not just be glued there#whatever she's still cute i really love her#but i did have that first experience in such a long time. like since childhood. where i just take off some bratz shoes#and i'm like NO FEET! NO FEET! NO FEET! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH#PUT IT BACK!!!!!!#they look more than just naked. they look injured#i used to treat my bratz clothing completely differently than my barbie clothing as a kid bc they felt so much less interchangeable lol#i had a million barbies and a million barbie outfits and i really did not care to keep anything on a particular doll#w my couple of bratz that i had in childhood i really had to be careful where those outfit pieces ended up. couldnt leave em undressed#i suppose that still hasn't changed#you know one of these days i have to get myself a new funk-n-glow jade. she was my first bratz#but also one of these days....... i gotta wash yasmin's hair đ
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My little cousin is opening for Redman & Method Man today at the Calgary Stampede!!
#this is the song he is gonna be playing#I'm so fucking proud of him#he has worked really hard on his music career#despite the odds of being born into a stressful family#I WOULD KNOW OK LOL#and living in frckn dethbridge hellburta#If I could be there to support him I would be!!#i asked him to freestyle for me one day and he just laid it down#needless to say i was like ok little cuz!!!! you got this#i remember making movies with this kid in our gmas basement back in the day#with a good ol VHS camera#we had special fx and everything#he was a star from the get#also I would absolutely FAINT to see red and method irl#i'm such a fangirl so i'm freaking out for my cousin!!#i bought a cameo from red once for my hubby a few years ago#not even kidding when i say the mans advice BROUGHT TEARS TO OUR EYES#i actually love redman so much#my god i could go on forever about my love for them both âĄâĄ#christian archibald#gif warning#Spotify#non sims#non sim
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WHAT THE HELL NOBODY EVER TOLD ME TWO OF MY FAVE VILLAGERS GOT A LINE STICKER TOGETHER. ive loved tabby for YEARS like since 2019 at LEAST. and these stickers are from 2018 how did i not know !!! i love tabby and boots so much đđđ TABBY AND BOOTS ANIMAL CROSSING I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH OOMFS FOREVER AND EVER
#im so happy any official content of tabby is awesome shes my fave i looooove her so much SHES SO SILLY!!!#and boots was one of my starting residents on acnh so he holds a special place in my heart#in case anyone was wondering which im sure you were not. my other starting villager on acnh was rocket and shes soooo silly i love rocket#not enough people love her like shes so silly. u are all HATERS#anyway i love talking about my acnh villagers I WISH I HAD MY ACNL ONES WRITTEN DOWN. the only ones i remember are tabby and kyle#but my acnh ones atm (and when i say atm i mean they will be probably til the end of time)#are my guy sherb (found on one of the ticket islands)#stiches (who i also found on an island i think?)#chai (i have her amiibo card shes so cute.)#tammi (another island find)#stella (man i really did just take the first villagers i found on an island and kept them huh)#rocket and boots (starter villagers)#tabby (I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TRADE HER TO ME ON REDDIT I THINK? and then they were like oh if shes ur fave u can just have her +#like for free. AND THAT WAS SOOOO AWESOME)#bea (i think she was also a ticket island thingy find)#and finally... tom (ok he has a fun story.#i think it was margie who lived on my island at the time and listen she was SUCH a sweetheart i wanted to keep her forever#(she replaced drift who i found on an island and he was mean to me so i have beef with him. still. like four years later.)#but them tom showed up as a camper and i got this crazy hit of nostalgia and i remembered my guy tom was in my childhood city folk town#and i was like. I MISS MY BOY. COME BACK TO ME. so he moved in)#umm only other villager we had was chadder which i think my little brother picked when we shared the island#i think i remember him saying he got chadder because of dantdm...? i dont remember the details#but i got the sanrio amiibo cards which i need to stress i had wanted for YEARS. i was so fucking happy when they got a rerelease#to the point where like. i couldnt get them at first because they sold out super fast. so#i bought them from someone in twitter dms im so serious. and it fucking worked thats how i got them#anyway i wanted chai to move in because shes my fave of that set (i love cinnamoroll) but i needed someone to move out#which i always get so sad about :( but my brother offered to take chadder so i felt a little better abt it#and then i think we forgot to like. have him come get chadder in boxes. so chadder went off somewhere hope hes living a good life#thats it i think. i wish i kept a list of all my villagers ever but considering ive been playing for a decade or so now that would be. crazy#muffin mumbles
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charity shops are sooooooooo sexy i love them you guys should marry and support your charity shops
#spent 31 quid in one today. no regrets#literally bought 3 books but like one of them alone on ebay would have been well over forty quid because its in such good condition#redacted charity shop name in my town i love you i will love you forever never gonna stop
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RAT WARS preorder arrived. This is pretty much the only album Iâve been listening to since December. Every time I try to shift to another album or band, I just end up coming back to this beast.
#sorry this isnât like a professional pic or anything đ€·đ»ââïž#I know I personally like when people post in depth photos of their cool records but I just donât got those skills or patience baby squirrel#Iâm not exaggerating about only listening to this. Iâm so bad about listening to music that I find one band I like and thatâs it.#âIâm tired of this albumâ Iâve been saying constantly for months and yet itâs 99% of what I listen to#itâs just⊠so good.#I WILL SAY⊠I miss their noisier roots. I miss the wild drums.#I wish it was heavier too. or chuggier. or something I donât know. I love it but I want MORE of everything#also.. one last baby complaint. this took FOREVER to arrive#I completely understand tho. they sold a ton of copies and it takes awhile to finish production and shipping and whatnot.#but it waaaas a little disconcerting when everyone started getting preorders & copies from stores weeks before mine arrived#but thatâs just whining. good things are worth the wait.#this is THE album that makes me want to make music. one of those albums where youre like âI bet this would be fun to emulate.â Respectfully#I got the smoky gray one because it seemed to fit the monochrome theme but Iâll be honest. all those red copies made me envious#color coordination is a curse#I think this is also the first CD Iïżœïżœve bought in years. needed it for redundancy. ya know. car rides. uploading to computer. etc.#anyway. none of this is important.#âŠthis is a good album!#okay I love you goodbye forever#rat wars#mine
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Toji has never once shown his vulnerability towards the scar he has on his lips. He never even talks about them. But you know he is somewhere insecure about it when he stops and stares in the mirror while shaving, green eyes scanning the scar. Or when he purposely rests the right side of his face in his hand so the palm hides it. He thought he was being subtle with it, but you noticed. You noticed how deep down he was scared to even talk about it, let alone wear it with pride. That scar was a nightmare and he hated how it was visible to him, to everyone in the most obvious place.
"Toji?" you cooed from behind, walking into the hall while he was watching TV.
"Yes, baby?"
"I bought a new gloss, and i want to test if it's transfer proof."
"Don't know what that is but c'mere, lovie. Sit on my lap while you do it." You smiled and plopped yourself on his lap. Before he could finally look at you, you pressed your tinted glossy lips at the end of his lips where the scar settled.
he tried opening his lips to catch yours but you didn't really kiss his lips. he was so confused why you were pecking one spot.
*one peck. two peck. three peck. smooches tightly*
"D'ya know? I love this." You ran your thumb over the skin. "It makes me realize how strong you are, Toji. Sooo strong. Please don't hide it. It makes you look more handsome." He couldn't form words. The sudden love bomb opened a can of bad memories. Yet, oddly, he was comforted by your words. For a man so big, he was still weak over you and your love. Because you determined his vulnerability. Which is why your relationship was perfect. He is not the kind of man to be vocal about his issues but you read him like an open book. You understand him before he even has to spell it out.
Toji rested his forehead against yours, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed. God. He feels so in love, it kills him. What would he do without you? Everyone picked his flesh till it was just his heart exposed in the dirt, still struggling to beat. But you found it. Not to pick anymore flesh(there was none left). But to rip open your ribs and keep that heart locked in you forever. Safe and sound.
#this got so sad and cute towards the ending i wanna cry#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fluff#jjk x reader#toji angst#toji fushiguro fluff#fushiguro toji x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk angst
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- gojo satoru x reader
the three times he asked you to marry him
genre: slightly suggestive, fluff/comfort, silly and lovesick gojo, wedding proposals, mild angst, mentions of injury and protective gojo
note: i was inspired by some fics with this kind of trope and i can totally see gojo asking you to marry him while he's dead drunkâ
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
"Why don't we get married?"
The first time Satoru brought this up was right after you both had exhausted yourselves in an intense, passionate lovemaking session.
His bare skin was against yours, and the intimacy of it almost made you want to go along with his suggestion, until you grasped the profound meaning behind his words.
"Satoru," you breathed out, still breathless as you came down from your high. "Are you seriously asking me that now?"
A dopey smile was on his face. "Yeah, is there a problem with it?"
You blinked. The nerve of this clown-headâ
"Not even a proper proposal? Or a ring?" you scowled. "Considering your usual flair, this is a rather lackluster attempt at a proposal."
Of course, you weren't a material girl, but considering his big ego and tendency to go overboard, you just had to call him out.
"Hmm? So if there's a grand proposal and I bought you a ring, then you'll say yes?"
There was practically a twinkle in those bright eyes of his now, and you were a bit caught off guard because well, so he is for real?
Youâd be lying if you said that the thought of marrying him hadnât crossed your mind. But to be frank, Gojo Satoru didn't strike you as someone who was interested in anything as clichĂ© as marriage and everything that comes with it.
Which brought you back to this pointâyou had absolutely no idea what possessed him to bring up this question.
"Hah," you let out a sardonic laugh. "Not that easy. I'll think about it."
When he let out a âEhhh?â, and started sulking, you were quite sure, and dismissed the question as one of his passing whims.
The second time he posed the question, he was a babbling, slurring mess of alcohol and hiccups.
"Can't weâhic!â" His face was flushed, and he was pitifully wobbling on his feet. "âjust get marriedâhic!âalready?"
This time you scoffed, partly out of disdain, crossing your arms in front of you. Satoru seemed to pick up on your unfavorable reaction and attempted to convince you. "I'm beingâ"
"No," you sternly interrupted, supporting him as he struggled to stay on his feet. You shot an unapologetic look at the other patrons in the bar who were watching you both with disapproving frowns. "Satoru, we're going home."
"I'mâhic!âasking you to marry me!"
"I said no."
"Why?!"
You sighed. "You're dead drunk."
"What willâhicâmake you say yes?"
You let out another sigh. It already took a great deal of patience to deal with his immaturity as his girlfriend, and you could only imagine how much more challenging it would be as his wife.
"I'm so heartbroken," he whined, crocodile tears pooling in his eyes as he peered at you like a kicked puppy. "I got rejected twice already... How could you reject me twice?"
You rolled your eyes at his theatrics.
"Marry me."
The third time around, he was neither bringing it up on a whim or drunk, also he wasn't quite askingâhis tone was almost pleading.
And you just woke up from your comatose state after a mission gone wrong, still in your bloodied uniform, eyes barely adjusting to the bright room.
Satoru let out a grunt, clasping your fingers in his warm, reassuring grip. It was evident how deeply distressed he was from the furrowed brow and the quiver in his lips as he looked down at you, as well as the gentle way he was stroking your hair.
At this moment, you wanted to cry. The fact that he was so genuinely concerned for you filled you with warmth and emotion.
. . .
He saw it happen right before himâthe crimson blood flowing out of your wound like waterfall. He had screamed at you to breathe and not let go of his hand. The moment he felt your head loll back in his arms and you lost your grip on him, he could swear his own heart had stopped too.
He had never been more grateful that youâhis best friend, love of his life, the only one he had leftâawoke from that horrifying ordeal. Seeing you stained red by your own blood had undoubtedly distorted his point of view, but his desire to marry you, as what he had been suggesting as of late, clearly was not just a mere passing thought.
Because he is acutely aware of how cruel this world is. This damned world has always taken everything that's important to him, and before they can snatch you away too, he will claim you as his first.
"Marry me," he repeated, his voice now sounding more hoarse, not as confident as it had been the first time.
As you gazed into his beautiful eyes, it occurred to your hazy mind that you very nearly died. That you were that close to not seeing him ever again. You had been apprehensive with how he had phrased his proposals so far, and you didn't want your marriage to be a split-second decision forced by some sort of looming omen.
And yet, falling in love with Gojo Satoru had never been the easiest, but you did anyway. He still held onto your hand, patiently awaiting your responseâ
âbut suddenly, like a sharp whiplash effect, what shocked you was that who you saw then wasn't your boyfriend.
But rather, the man with the mantle of the strongest sorcerer alive.
You could lose him just as much as he could lose you. Sooner or later, who knows? His title is both a blessing and a curse. Up until now, it has been a blessing, but who can say when it might suddenly turn into a curse that tears him away from you?
. . .
This time, you didn't snort or doubt his intention. Instead, you smiled, embracing the profound flutter in your chest as you were being proposed.
"Okay," you whispered, voice dry. "Yes⊠I'll marry you, Satoru."
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