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dalgikiss · 4 years

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Lifetimes // t. kamado

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part 7

v. you know where to find me

Tanjiro dreams of a house with a huge wooden door and tulips that grow in the front. He dreams of a bright blue sky and chalk drawings on the road around it.

You are there waiting for him like always, nails painted a soft red like his hair and he wonders if you did that intentionally for him. A giddy smile makes its way onto his face at the thought of that.

“Hi!” He greets you excitedly, hands eagerly clasping onto yours, “How have you been?”

You seem at ease with him, sparkling eyes meeting his own. “I’m good. Missed you though”

Tanjiro can’t help the shiver of happiness that racks his spine when he hears that, the smile on his face reappearing ten times wider. You pretend to cover your eyes when you see it, chortles of laughter dangling off of every word you speak, “Woah, too bright. You’re not supposed to beat the sun, you know”

“Sorry, sorry” Tanjiro frantically apologizes, “but I missed you too! I’ve been really looking forward to seeing you!”

Tanjiro says it so earnestly, you have no other choice but to believe him, shifting so he has slotted his fingers into the space in between your hands. “That’s good,” You muse. You turn to face him with a grin that tells him you know something he doesn’t.

It’s the same grin he saw when he first met you here. “I think we’ll see each other very soon”

“We will?”

You nod your head, delighting in his excited facial expression, “Yup, I think so. Take a good luck at this place okay?”

The world fades away into nothingness and he wakes up in his dorm room, Zenitsu and Inosuke curled up on either side of him. Zenitsu brings his knees closer to his chest and Inosuke grumbles, throwing his leg over Tanjiro’s waist.

Tanjiro strains to see the calendar hanging on the wall, did he have class today? No, Tanjiro struggles to maneuver his arms out of the way, today is Saturday. The three of them stayed up late watching a horror movie where Zenitsu cried miserably & Insouke screamed loudly at the TV - normal Friday nights go like this.

They’re supposed to go away today, to celebrate the ends of finals week at a party, Rengoku invited them and Tanjiro could never say no to him.

“Uzui is hosting it,” Rengoku’s voice was as loud as ever, booming through the student union, “He says it will be extremely flamboyant and expects you to come.”

The day streams past like a show being fast forwarded until they find himself sitting in the driveway of the house where the party is hosted.

The four of them - they picked up Nezuko along the way because Mitsuri explicitly stated to bring her and while it was a suggestion, Obonai glared at them until they understood this was a command - play ‘rock paper scissors’ until a designated driver has been assigned.

Tanjiro sighs and shakes his head when he realizes he has lost, the only hand that has thrown paper in a midst of scissors and - Insouke what is that supposed to be? - apparently a machine gun, according to Inosuke.

Tanjiro stands in front of a house with lanterns in the front and worn out steps in the back. There is a lake in the back and cherry blossom trees with buds that have not yet bloomed and Tanjiro feels a sense of deja vu, as though he has been here before.

I think we’ll see each other soon

There are crickets hidden in the tall leaves that sing a melody he knows and Nezuko has to pull him up the stairs so he does not just gawk at the door.

Just remember what this house looks like okay?

The party is in full swing, Nezuko being whisked away by Mitsuri, Shinobu is reprimanding Inosuke for a brand new injury that he has and Zenitsu has found Genya tucked away in the corner nursing a cup of soda.

Before Tanjiro can go off in his search (he has a feeling you’ll be on the front porch soon), someone trips and he immediately sticks his hand out to catch them before they fall onto the floor.

When you look up, the world seems to move in slow motion. Tanjiro’s breath quickens when his eyes meet yours and yes, your nails are even painted that soft red he remembers seeing in his dreams.

“I- you- It’s you” He splutters, “I found you”

You raise an eyebrow but the smile is still on your face, bright like the sky. “Yeah, I guess you did find me”

He laces his hands into yours and tugs you outside to the front step where he is used to seeing you. Somehow holding your hand now is better than anything he had dreamed of. There are less people out here, shouts of laughter heard from the lake behind them.

You settle onto the step he remembers seeing you peel oranges on and he follows your example but instead of fruits and tea in between them, there is nothing but space. Hesitantly, softly, Tanjiro lets his thigh brush against yours and when you do not flinch, he sits closer and closer until your shoulders are pressed snugly up against his.

“You still have that scar I see,” You brush his hair away from his face, letting your fingertips dance around the edges of an old burn mark he got from trying to save his younger brother from a falling kettle pot.

“Yeah,” His hand covers the one you are using to trace the edges of his scar, “Like you said, some things just don't change no matter how many lives we live”

“Is that so?” Your grin seems to grow wider and something hard pushes at his gut when he sees it, waves of happiness that smell like sea salt and sunshine rolling off you.

“Yeah,” He nods, gently putting the both of your hands onto his lap and the smile on his face is hard to hide. You laugh at the giddy expression on his face as he plays with your fingers, still trying to process that you were here.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks you after a moment of silence and you nod, letting your fingers trace the veins on the back of his hand.

“Sure,”

“I always dreamed of you and this house,” Tanjiro gestures to the house that is currently vibrating in time with the bass. There is laughter inside and if you are lucky, you can even hear Giyuu intermingling with the rest of the voices, “Why this house?”

Your answer is simple, straight to the point, “This is where you will always find me”

“What about back then?” Tanjiro presses, “Did i find you here too?”

You hesitate, fingers stilling for the quickest of moments. Did you want to tell him he has not met you here in a long time? You look up to where he watches you, his hopeful and innocent eyes staring at you expectantly. You couldn’t hurt him. You clear your throat, choosing your words carefully. “You have always seen me here”

Tanjiro nods, satisfied with the answer and you calm your beating heart and gently tug him closer to you, if you could even do so, determined to make up for the lifetimes you did not get to see him, lifetimes where you watched him live his life from afar, watching out for him like a guardian angel.

“Were you lonely?” Tanjiro’s question catches you off guard and you stare at the dirt covered tips of your shoes.

“A little bit,” You admit and Tanjiro’s face drops, “But I’ve grown fond of the feeling”

“How many lives have we lived together?”

“Quite a bit”

“How many lives have you been alone?”

“A little more than the ones we have lived together”

Tanjiro falls silent at this, lets the weight of your words settle themselves in the crevices of his body, the consonants and vowels tracing their way over his skin.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes because he does not know what else he can say. His heart is stuck in his throat, beating painfully so and he is sorry, sorry, sorry

You wave his guilt away like this is normal, that you are used to the once-in-a-lifetime of all the lifetimes, like this is just how the universe works and he wishes it wasn’t so. “It’s fine. This is how it goes anyways. We spend a lifetime together and then the next few apart”

There is a smile on your face that makes you look unusually vulnerable as you continue talking, eyes staring away into the distance at something he cannot see.

“But you always come back to me, and I, always to you”

It is just the way it goes, you have grown used to the empty lives you live where you remember it all and he doesn’t, the weird ache in your heart that is always present, always constant even when you laugh the night away because how can you laugh the night away when he isn’t by your side?

It is a feeling you have grown used to, a phenomenon you cannot do anything about like when stars collapse under their own weight or the way the moon pushes and pulls the tides. It’s okay, you have long forsaken the idea of being able to control how the heavens work, it is okay to have this lonely ache in your heart when you are apart because all it does is remind you to keep searching.

Tanjiro seems unconvinced, eyebrows furrowed at your words. “How do I know that won’t change?”

“You don’t,” You shake your head laughing, strands of hair floating in the wind and Tanjiro thinks your laugh holds a song that can put birds to shame. “You don’t know if it will change but-”

Your hand in his squeezes a little tighter, “I will always be looking for you- from the beginning to the end and every lifetime in between, I have always looked everywhere for you”

You rest your head against his shoulder and it rests in place like it should have been there his entire life, the missing puzzle piece he did not know he was looking for and everything is right with the world once more.

The stars shine and twinkle as though they are proud of themselves for being able to finally bring the two of you together. Tanjiro wonders if you are star crossed lovers- but that doesn’t sound quite right because it implies you both will never see each other again, like intersecting lines or that one shirt you swear you washed but never reappears in your closet again.

He wonders if there is a better way to describe the two of you, lovers that always return to each other, lovers that always find their way back to the other and if there isn’t, he will simply have to make one up.

Tanjiro nuzzles his nose into your hair and you hum with pleasure, giggling when his fingers skim past your ribs to poke into your sides.

“Promise me you’ll come find me, always”

You interlock your pinky with his, holding it up to where he can see it and press your lips against his thumb.

“Promise”

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfiction #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #kny tanjiro kamado #kny imagines #kny fanfic #kny x reader #kny x you

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autoclavesarchived · 4 years

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like blood, like love | killing eve (ao3)

summary: eve lives. she dreams very quietly. (no spoilers for s3!)

And the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. “Scheherazade”, Richard Siken

Villanelle leaves on a Friday morning.

More accurately, Villanelle manipulates her into killing someone, wants to run away like Bonnie and Clyde, shoots her when she refuses, and then leaves. On a Friday morning, not that that seems to be the defining detail here.

It is a singularly shitty experience for everyone involved.

After it all, the days slide by in a loop. Eve is only aware of their passing in the vaguest of terms. The hospital she’s taken to is sharply antiseptic, and Eve spends most of her time sedated as heavily as possible, as heavily as the doctors allow her to be. Pain is proof of concept, and she can’t have that.

Is this how Villanelle had felt, recovering in whatever corner of the world she retreated to after Eve tried to stab her guts out? She’ll have to send flowers or something, a belated apology; she hadn’t known it would hurt so much. Even the buzz of morphine behind her eyes fails to dull the worst pains, and she wonders whether a knife wound would ache the same way.

Too late, she remembers that she isn’t supposed to think about Villanelle anymore.

Fuck her, Eve says into the privacy of her own head. She fucking shot you. She put a bullet in you, Eve. But then again, Eve had tried to kiss her, and then slid a knife through her stomach, so it’s not like she has room to comment.

(There had been an almost animal intimacy to it, one that she wants to deny. Warm metal, perfume. The blind shuddering of the lungs and Villanelle’s blood soaking into her bed. To be that close to someone while committing an act of violence against them; that brings with it its own twisted brand of responsibility. A duty of care as to how they lived and died.)

The line between ecstasy and pain blurs when in the presence of another body, which suggests that a gunshot, like the one fired at Eve, would be on the other end of the spectrum��dispassionate, and cruelly so. No hands, no blood. No bodies at all. It means that Villanelle hadn’t really meant it, a part of her argues. Eve doesn’t try to refute the point.

She sleeps. She dreams, sometimes.

Rome floats back to her in slices and fragments, in floral haze. There’s the red of Villanelle’s shirt, and the red of the blood on her hands, both stark against a white-marble landscape. Eve, Villanelle says. Eve, and she’s crying out now. She’s bleeding to death on a hotel floor, in Aaron Peel’s full-length mirror, in the middle of the ruins standing close enough to touch, entry wounds mottling her skin every time. A thousand iterations of Villanelle, saying, Eve, Eve, Eve like it means something. In her dreams, Eve eats the apple. Eve throws it away. Eve knifes it open. Persephone and her pomegranate seeds, or a variation on the theme. Eve eats the apple. Villanelle grins at her, mouth full of white lies.

The wound closes, and the hospital releases her.

You’ll be fine, honey, one of the nurses tells her kindly. It was a clean shot, and we got the bullet out of you almost immediately. Eve is tempted to ask if she can keep it. The bullet, or whatever is left of it. She feels an unsettlingly strange sort of attachment to the piece of metal that could have ended her life, but didn’t.

She steps out of the hospital ward for the first time in weeks, and London rushes past. It looks like the world has tilted on even in her absence. She’s out of a job and likely under surveillance, after what she pulled in Rome, so she goes out of her way to declaw herself; Eve Park, harmless and eccentric, newcomer to a shabby one-bedroom in east London. She keeps odd hours, works a minimum-wage job, and only speaks to her new neighbors when she picks up the mail. They pity her, she realizes, the other tenants on her floor. That’s good. Pity keeps them at a distance. More importantly, pity is uniquely preferable to fear. They would be looking at her with different eyes if they ever find out how she had used an axe to murder a man not four weeks ago, if they realize how hard her heat beat while carefully slicing open Villanelle.

Her dreams are less vivid than the ones she had at the hospital. She forgets most of them by morning, but it’s not as if she doesn’t know what they’re about anyway: apples and pomegranates. Red spilled over her vision.

When she’s awake, the lethargy of routine threatens to kill her, and strangely, it’s not as exciting as when Villanelle tried to do the same.

Villanelle had felt like mania, the high of it candy-colored and hyperreal. I feel—wide awake. Without it, Eve doesn’t know what to do with herself. She’s had a hit and now she’s shaking from it, blown-open pupils humming with a restlessness she can’t place. Doesn’t want to place.

I love you, Villanelle says to her on the worst nights. She’ll sit across from Eve at her little dinner table that’s tilted at an angle because one of its legs is shorter than the other three, and say it out loud like it isn’t a confession.

The moon sheds its waxing light through the blinds. Eve puts another bite of cold rice into her mouth.

Go away, Eve tells her. You’re not here.

Villanelle looks offended at that, brows shooting straight up. She’s in a frilly black number, all lace and satin, and the upper half of her throat is milky-bare.

Of course I’m here, Eve. I’m in here. She reaches out to ghost a finger in the space just against Eve’s temple. Involuntarily, knowing better, Eve leans forward, but of course the expected touch never comes. Villanelle draws her hand back, and her grin is a glint in the dimness, a flash of triumph.

You won, okay? Now go.

Not until you say it, Villanelle singsongs.

Not real. Not real not real not real, Eve repeats to herself, gritting her teeth until the force of it makes her see stars. This Villanelle isn’t real. She’s an illusion, empty air and empty words like everything else.

But this Villanelle is the only thing she has left. A close enough substitute that Eve can live with it. It’s pathetic, but she needs this apathy gone; she wants the mania, the wide-awakeness. (In her dreams, Eve seizes the apple and knifes it open.)

She doesn’t respond, but Villanelle steamrolls on as if she had. Say that you love me. She’s gleeful now, eyes sparking—this version of Villanelle can feel glee. She can imitate emotions and mean them. Eve, tell me you love me. Tell me, tell me. You love me, don’t you, Eve?

Her shoulder chooses that moment to twinge, a lightning-quick spasm back to reality. It’s rainy tonight, and the ache lingers sourly when it rains. A phantom pain for a phantom woman.

She had been wrong; this is no substitute for Villanelle at all. She says all the right things and tilts her head in the right way, cat-like, but she can’t compare, not really. In Rome, Villanelle had been close enough for Eve to see every individual eyelash, every freckle and blemish on her skin. All of it was glistening unreachable and larger than life. Hyperreality.

The figure in front of her smiles again, and this time, the motion is unbearably dull.

I love you, Eve tries out in a low voice, just the once, to see how the curl of it feels in her mouth. It sounds desperate even to her own ears. It doesn’t sound unconvincing enough.

#killing eve #villanelle #eve polastri #villaneve #villanellesource #my fic

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abloomingperiod · 4 years

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junmyeon as a bf

the softest of the softies

kim junmyeon is an old-fashioned guy

and i’m not saying that in terms of being conservative or anything, ‘cuz i really hope he isn’t

i mean in the sense of love

like you know that kind of person who dreams the whole picture

he dates for a reason

unlike other members, junmyeon isn’t the type to not think about the future

being a leader makes you like that

but this gets less harsh on him when u arrive in his life

yk that whole romantic comedy movie where a guy runs into someone and it’s this beautiful woman with the biggest smile and they fall for each other and shit

well.......not exactly your case

he indeed ran into you with an iced tea in hands

except you didn’t smile at him

you basically screamed “SHIT IM SORRY ILL PAY U BACK”

he got so flustered w your reaction like

this really pretty girl just offered me some iced tea”

he was all like nonononononoooo don’t say that it’s fine don’t worry aha

you kept insisting but were late for work so you made him promise to come back to that bakery the day after bcs he WOULD be paid back no matter wHAT

he didn’t feel the need butyou were cute and he wasn’t with a thick schedule so why not right

so yeah ofc prince suho showed up

the next day he entered the place and saw you

you were so pretty watching you crinkling your nose over the hot coffee in your hands was already a payback

a cute one

cmon he’s cringey give him a chance

you bowed at each other and he realized you didn’t mention for Once between the whole minute after the accident and his arrival abt his name or profession as an idol

which for him

was nice

not a big deal, but nice

after you gave him his iced tea he was so polite you actually smiled bcs ajshskjsks cute ?

and then you started talking for a while

you introduced yourself, told him abt your dream to become a writer someday and he !!!!!

okay junmyeon easy on the hearbeats you got it

he just thought of this as such a COOL dream

writing for a living

now he was like this pretty girl... is a poet

i know

lame

but he’s adorable so who cares tbh

he talked to u abt being an idol and how was the position of the leader

you listened to every word and even though you lost a fee of them along with the honey like voice and puffy cheeks of his, you loved hearing abt it

after like 2 hours he had to go bcs schedule

but before you parted your way you had to go to the bathroom

when you went pay for your payback iced tea, you hear a waiter asking “mrs y/n? i believe that for you”

no shit there was the waiter holding a cappuccino

you got like Dude. there must’ve been a mist-

you turn the cup and there it is:

“for y/n

i loved the iced tea but since my goodbyes were a little earlier i most definitely own you a payback too. how abt sushi? xx” and the waiter hands you a note with his name and number

and that’s how you started seeing each other

jun is a quiet person so he won’t be like vocal abt developing a crush on you more and more

it would b like

you guys would hang out sometimes

and little by little he would catch himself getting the heart eyes

like you’re at a coffe shop

you would get passionate talking about some movie or song and suddenly there’s a drop of coffee on the side of your lip. you didn’t notice but he did but he thought you looked so cute popping off about ur favorite music he would just sit there like,,, 💖nvm💖

and with those little stuff he would catch himself thinking yup they’re gonna b mine

so one day he went like soooo maybe i’m catching feelings i didn’t know this was happening sorry??? so i think u should know that bcs it’s abt u... i’m fancied by u i didn’t mean it to happen

like straight up he APOLOGIZED

FOR LIKING U

you were like goshkjsjksj so cute

and decided to play w him a little

“so you don’t want to like me” “NONONOOO THATS NOT WHAT I MEA-” “jk i got it i really like you too and maybe we could kiss to see what happens”

he combusted

so yeah you’re dating that’s what happened

so caring literally sO CARING

calls you on a daily basis when he’s away to talk abt the weather the boys his breakfast how much he misses you how he saw those flowers outside and it reminded of you or how he will bring you to that country when it’s vacations

he’s such a husband material fuck me

keeps notes of things you like so he can hit the high score on important dates

talking abt dates

fancy

i mean he’s bourgeoisie ofc it’s fancy

such a lovely boyfriend i’m actually sad

jun is restaurants with low lights, candles, roses and holding your hand while talking about how he never seemed to figure out the food app to find a cool place to go to so he just asked chanyeol with a pout on his lips

“you’re such an old man” “i’m simple it’s different”

on your 1 year anniversary he took you to a boat ride on a lake witha guy playing violin and wine and cheese waiting for you

simple my ass

keeps bringing coffee and flowers for you every friday night you get together bcs it’s your “tiny vacations” as he calls it

on weekends with you the only ppl he answers is either manager or a serious question from the boys/his family

and it’s always a short “yes” or “no” or “👍🏻”

fuck it he’s with his baby leave him alone

loves cooking with you

like fuck it if it’s not that tasty he just LUUUVES doing it with you

probably because he gets to hug you a lot

like you’re in the stove and he had already placed everything in its own place so he goes behind your figure, hugs your waist and places his lips on your shoulder to give you tiny pecks and praise your cooking

“junmy this is practically burnt” “you’re the best cooker i know”

once you guys were enjoying a whole ass week together and the last time you were together for more than a day were like 6 months before

you were so all over each other he went to do the same thing and you guys ended up making out in front of a precooked pan of french fries

long story short, your toasted it and only saw that coming bcs jun went to embrace your waist and his fingers touched the hot pan

“that happened bcs of you and your teenager behavior” “YOU COULD’VE MOVED” “I WAS TRAPPED”

so guess what you did after you applied some salve om his fingers

he was staring @ u all 💖💖💖💖💖

you were like ,,,what

he just shrugged and murmured “you’re beautiful”

that’s right

you fucked

not fucked in a Fucked way

yall made love

kim junmyeon is all about luv

i remember someone posting here that he probably fucked like white people and i-

that person ruined it for me

i hate yall

i will defend him till the end of time my boi DOES NOT fuck like a white person

takes it very seriously as he sees it as an opportunity to shower u with the love u deserve

on that day you actually convinced him you should do the hard work

HELL YEAH YOU RODE THAT BITCH

jun seems like soft dom for me like just bcs he’s in charge for most of the time doesn’t mean youon get to do a thing

that time as you rode him you got very like Very excited but you saw in his eyes how desperate he was to touch you entirely so you catch his hand and kiss his fingertips slowly

he kept smiling for you saying “god you are so beautiful” “i love you so much”

but you’re a little shit and always tries and bring his rough side out

so you open your mouth and lick his two burnt finger from the knuckles to the tips

he got so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not really a vocal guy

heavy sighs and low groans are it for junmyeon

very into dirty talk

but a fancy one

“does my baby likes it when i make her beg?” “look at me, love. do you want it from where i can kiss your back or your breasts?” “you’re mine to take and no one else”

we don’t support women treated as objects but this is a sexual environment and you’ve always consented him to say things like that in bed

he’s a gentlemen fuck it

once you were so horny you straight up said “i don’t give a fuck about formality just make me cum at least three times”

he got 😳 for a sec but got your point

not a rough lover but once you get in a fight

bitch

you’re both pretty mature ppl so every rare time you fight it’s very Very serious

will kiss you until your both breathless just so you can not even catch your breath bcs he will be kissing your neck and liking your skin

slaps your butt?

absolutely

a fucking lot

“funny how you turn shut the fuck up as soon as i lay my hands on you”

makes you strip for him

has a thing for watching where your bodies connect

call him baby and he’s got a 3 secs tops soft jun

like a little grin with puffy cheeks

and he’s back with the restless pounding

bathtub aftercare is a must

massages your feet as you talk sweet nothings for him

if you’re feeling feisty might get a romantic round two

loves doing it slowly so he can drag it to the point you get so hot and bothered you beg

“oh god- just please- jun, faster”

likes it when you rub his back after

get a shot of soft myeonie post-sex

lays in his stomach and quietly asks “can you”

you lay there also on your stomach and rubbing his back drawing circles and talking about life

once he got so full of idk emotion?? love?? idk never been there

he just poured a whole “marry me”

like dude.

“WHAT” “not today, like... in a few years maybe idk forget it”

he closed his eyes to dismiss your reaction and just felt a warm peck on his naked shoulder

“of course i’ll marry you a few years”

his eyes shot open like This woman. the loml. dead ass said yes to my hypothetical proposal”

he actually got emotional

“kajsksjsksjsk really?????????v

“yes really”

and there was a teardrop

you felt like dying

i mean I feel like dying rn

doesn’t say it but thinks abt having kids someday

and u know that bcs honestly it’s suho everybody just Knows that

his parents? ofc they know you

exo? absolutely sure they know you

“one day we’re gonna have a dinner on like christmas with my family and yours” “baby they don’t even live in korea” “i don’t care we’ll pay” “STOP”

really treasures your relationship like i’m not here to play games i’m past mid-20’s this is Serious

and because he’s so worried and serious he nevers seems to let loose

which is probably normal since he’s a leader

but it makes him so !! all the time u get worried

once he actually CRIED out of stress

and you ofc were there

you kept hugging him tightly and slowly rocking his body with yours kissing his tears away as he kept softly saying “i’m fine, don’t worry”

you didn’t stop worrying

you said “if you’re fine then i can stay here hugging my boyfriend”

he nodded and kept sobbing for a little while

his head was pounding so you literally laid him down and cuddled him in your arms, fingers between his locks and hot breath on his neck

he once said the sound of your breath calmed him

so that’s what you did

you calmed him

and that’s everything he ever wanted

someone to be there for him on tough times like he’s always there for everyone

he loves the fact you’re always so calm and ready to solve any problem that appears

he loves the calmness and ““““normal”””” atmosphere you bring to him

after all those years of hardship and responsability

you showed him he could be a leader and have more fun on a daily basis

he deadass thinks abt your marriage

like it’s barely 6am, he wakes up and sees you sleeping next to him, hair everywhere on the pillow and mouth open

his heart goes 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

his arms goes to your sleeping body

& his mind “i’m gonna marry this girl someday”

idk i feel like i could write a whole ass fanfiction of 50 chapters on suho and id still have 100 scenarios of him in mind

i honestly love him sm

such a nice boy

he deserves so much more

give lota of love to him he’s perfect

that’s it i’m done

#kim junmyeon scenario #kim junmyeon imagine #suho imagine #suho scenario #exo headcanons #you can tell hes special to this bitch #i lobe him so bad fuck it #id die for kim junmyeon guardian of exp

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