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#he IS my lover
seangelfish · 8 months
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A/N: His unbloomed for his fs2 is sooo cute, I'm literally in love with him, AHHH!!! 😫💓 Please, I am begging for a lover like Jun. He's literally boyfriend material, just look at his card!! Beautiful. The sweetest boy. He would do anything for his lover, I know it. I think this is the shortest fic I've ever written, but I NEEDED to write it. That's how much I love Jun Sazanami.
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"I want to tell you that every day."
Jun Sazanami x Reader ♡ Tags: Extreme fluff – just wholesome vibes all around, established relationship, loving relationship ♡ Word count: 451 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by Jun's unbloomed fs2 (the picture above). The two of you were going home after buying groceries. Jun wants to carry all the bags, but you want to help him out!
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"Jun, let me take one of the bags..." you begged.
You and your boyfriend had just finished grocery shopping together. It took a while since he also decided to buy stuff for Mary. The sun was setting now, but it was warm. The atmosphere you two were in felt incredibly warm and cosy, and something you would like to bask in for a long time just because he was here with you.
"Nah, it's fine. I can carry them," Jun replied, lifting one of the bags up and down as if it were some weights to assure you that he was okay. "Anyway, you always struggle whenever you carry our groceries."
He was right, but you didn't want him to do everything for you. It made you feel bad. You didn't want to seem like you were using him.
On the other hand, Jun was willing to do everything you wanted him to do. You just had to say it. Well, actually, he'd do it for you without you needing to tell him anything. It was one of his love languages, and he was willing to help you out no matter what. He doesn't mind the constant begs for help, the way you'd pester him to help you with your homework or performances, he was just always happy that you confided in him.
So just leave the bags to him!
"But Jun... I wanted to hold your hand too..." you shyly admitted.
Jun instantly blushed at this. Is that why you kept whining at him to give you one of the bags? You were so cute. Everything that you did or have said has made him fall deeper in love with you every day. Today was the same. His heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words despite their simplicity. He chuckled and placed the bags down.
"Alright."
Before he gave you a bag to hold, he sorted the contents out so that all the lighter items were in one bag, and the heavier items were in the remaining bags.
"Here," he said, handing you over the lighter bag. Then he reached for your vacant hand. Automatically, your fingers interlocked with his.
"Happy?" he asked, smiling down at you.
You nodded. "Mhm!"
Hand in hand, the two of you walked down the street.
“Jun.”
“Hmm?”
"I'm in love with you," you said as you looked into his eyes. "I want to tell you that every day."
He laughed, his face a deep shade of red that matched the sunset.
"I love you too, (Y/N)," he responded. He squeezed your hand even though all he wanted to do to you right now was pepper your face with kisses. "More than you could ever know."
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happymimi01 · 1 year
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HOLY FUCKUNG CRAP HOLY FUCKINGMMMMMMMM AAAA I JUST WATCHED THE NEW SUPER MARIO BROS MOVIE AND I CANT EXPLAIN HOW HAPPY I AM, N MY BROTHSR ALSO FEELS LIKE THEY NO LONGER WANATS TO DIE ANYMPRE BECAUS EOF THE MOVIE
ALL THE LITTLEREFRENES TO THE OLD GAMES AND THE AOYHNG GOD I NO LONGER FEEL THE MESNS TO JUMPING OFF A TALL BUILDING
LUIGILUGIGHILUIGI
I LOVE LUIGI
THIS MOVIE WAS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT
I HATED EVERYTHING BUT I AM NOW MADE OUT OF PURE LOVE AND POSITIVITY THANK YOU TO ALL THAT CONTRIBUTED TO THE MARIO MOVIE YOU HAVE MADE MY EMPTY HUSK OF. ABODY FEEL WORTHY OF LIVING AGAIN
But at the same time as i am writting this i feel empty again, all i can think about is the movie and luigi snd all the parts but i feel like i dont know i am still missng something, the movie is absolutely amazing but yet i feel blank? not in the emo way but literally i dont feel like i can prosses any wprds or anything right now.
sitting in this carnwhile typing all this is making me sad? i watched the movie and it was so lively and colorful yet here i am in the sillence thinking about the movie
sorry to get off topic with my thoughts but, sorry
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fumifooms · 2 months
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Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…
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ohposhers · 2 months
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troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway
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nariism · 9 months
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neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.
uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.
you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.
he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.
however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"
neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.
it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.
the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.
“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.
it's far from over.
he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.
neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.
you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.
it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.
he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.
the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.
not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.
"what are you doing? i am going to be late."
"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.
"you have to do my hair."
"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."
your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.
no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.
but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.
you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.
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ruporas · 2 months
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kiss of the divine
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yuwuta · 4 months
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satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).
but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.
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mamulgogi · 11 months
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dingledraw · 18 days
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South Downs cottage fluff based on the Dolly Parton song “Berrypie” 🩷
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sobashuu · 7 months
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Mesmerized ⛓️🌧️
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soyboywenzie · 2 months
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aemond: my uncle is a challenge i welcome, if he dares face me—
everyone, literally everyone, team green enthusiast and haters, team black enthusiast and haters, rhaenyra stans and antis, aegon stans and antis, alicent stans and antis, daemon stans and antis, team neutrals, team ‘I like pretty people and want to fuck them all’, team ‘yall are missing the point’, helaena lovers, and AEMONDWIVES AND HATERS:
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sparkspartart · 2 months
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Horse Meshi. Delicious, in Horse.
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koppaiterocker · 4 months
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Sometimes low quality gifs are simply funnier
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symphonyofsilence · 1 month
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What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.
And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.
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anatomicalmartyr · 7 months
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Conrad Veidt and Lil Dagover in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)
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