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blueside-blue · 1 year

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𖧧 no 16; alone by rhys lewis

⊹ ship; 2min

⊹ for; aimee, spotify wrapped challenge 2022

⊹ tags; hurt/comfort, angst with hopeful ending, drinking, running away, mild swearing, colleagues!2min, office workers, ocean, regrets, kissing, signs of burnout

⊹ wc; 1.2k

⊹ lyrics;

Are you scared you started living too late? That you should've been making better mistakes? Are you scared you started living too late? 'Cause some days I wake up full of all this fear Wishing that I was anywhere but here I'm craving for the freezing cold of an ocean To be somewhere lost in a moment Out there on my own

“Yah! Manager Kim!” Minho drawls, pointing his empty shot glass towards the other. His colleague, Kim Seungmin immediately scrambles to grab the next open bottle of soju to refill Minho’s glass. But the moment Kim Seungmin starts to dip the bottle, Minho yanks away his glass.

“Team Leader-nim!” Kim Seungmin whines in protest, his pronunciation mushy.

Minho only continues to watch as the other almost crashes onto the table, startled by Minho’s rash movement, almost spilling the remains in the bottle while trying to steady himself. Kim Seungmin must have had his fair share of drinks tonight, it seems.

“Say,” Minho prompts. “Aren’t you tired?” He peers into the depth of his glass, twirling around the residue of the last shot he took, mindlessly.

“Of drinkin’? Not yet.” Kim Seungmin looks around for a bit, gaze flitting along the empty seats around them with most of their department already gone. “Is not time to go home yet,” he concludes. “Sunbae, let’s drink some more,” he raises the bottle back up in a new attempt to pour Minho another drink. “Until our worries wash away!”

“NO!” Minho puts a protective hand over his glass, shielding it.

“Why?” Kim Seungmin whines again with his cheeks red. Minho can’t tell if it’s due to anger or the alcohol.

“Aren’t you tired?” Minho repeats the same vague question from earlier. Because he is, so freaking tired of this.

“Of what?”

“Of this all,” Minho gestures around them. “This pointless job. This suffocating city. Reliving the same boring seven days every week. Pretending to be fine when you’re not. Settling for less than happiness.”

Manager Kim sets down the bottle.

“Because I am,” Minho says as he snatches the soju away in front of his colleague immediately.

He fills his glass hastily, to the brim, with a lot of spillage over the edges. He is bursting at his seams too. He knocks back the shot without hesitation, the alcohol at the back of his throat overshadowing the sting in his eyes.

“So fucking tired,” He hisses after, gulping down — the soju tastes especially bitter today.

“Then,” Kim Seungmin says after a long moment of silence as he meets Minho’s eye.

The fluorescent lights of this shabby barbecue place reflect in Kim Seungmin’s eyes. There is a dangerous glint twinkling in them. It’s unlike anything Minho has ever seen in his colleague, always ever so stoic, polite, and composed. It feels like a challenge, something in it makes Minho’s gut tingle in a way that it hasn’t in quite some time — was it anticipation? Excitement?

“What if we run away?”

—

Minho holds onto Seungmin’s hand tightly as he gets dragged towards the waves. The ocean breeze is strong, rustling their hair, leaving a sting in their eyes and on their cheeks, but Minho finds he doesn’t mind the sensation. He welcomes it in fact.

When Seungmin lets go of Minho’s hand to kick off his shoes and rip off his socks, Minho follows suit. He can barely keep up with the speed at which Seungmin rushes into the water. The only thing that overtones the adrenaline rushing through Minho’s ears is Seungmin’s laughter ringing in the air as he keeps splashing around himself, not minding getting them both wet from head to toe in the process.

The water is far from warm and Minho can feel his blood run cold. First in his toes, then his feet, up to his calves, and the wet spots in his clothes that cling to his remaining skin. But Minho doesn’t stop Seungmin, instead, he joins in. It’s childish, how they go at each other like little kids, but there is something cathartic about it — letting go.

After they have exhausted themselves, they crash into the sand, hands tightly clasped together. The sun is beginning to rise on the horizon, colouring the sky in various shades of blue, orange, and pink. The abundance of color tints Seungmin in a magical glow — skin radiant and brimming with life.

Seungmin turns to him then and there is something oddly enchanting about the look in his eyes. Seungmin had never been like that to Minho — attractive. He only ever had been Manager Kim, blending in with the masses, but now being right before him Minho becomes a moth drawn to a flame. And before he knows it, he can feel Seungmin’s burning hot lips against his own.

At first, it’s only a tentative brush, a ghost of a touch. But the contact is enough to set Minho’s whole being aflame. It ignites something deep in him, a feeling that he thought had long been lost and buried with all the other parts of himself that had run right through his fingers, slipping away.

The more Minho clings, grabs, tugs, gives, and takes the more solid the feeling becomes. The strumming of his heart doesn’t feel as suffocating anymore and the air getting sucked out of his lungs, the burn and ache that comes with it, he welcomes the sensation. When they part, work clothes not only wet but now also disheveled, despite being short of breath, Minho feels like he can finally breathe again.

As they face the ocean to watch the sun rise higher and higher Minho takes a moment to think to himself and comes to the conclusion he doesn’t care what will become of them once they sober up and return back to reality. For now, he chooses to live in the moment. This moment with Seungmin next to him. Not the Seungmin that walks into the office with tired eyes and types away on his computer with a blank expression day in and day out. No. But A Seungmin much more reminiscent of the Seungmin that had walked into his job interview with bright eyes and weightless smile all those years ago.

Back then Minho had thought he would be able to preserve it — Seungmin’s radiance, the spark in him, the optimism. But how could he possibly, when he hadn’t even been able to stop his own smile from fading in the mirror?

Ultimately, Minho hadn’t been able to stop Seungmin from walking down the same path as his own. But maybe now, they could travel this road together feeling a little less alone.

Minho peels himself off the ground and faces Seungmin, who is still sitting in the sand, once he’s up and standing. There is a feeling swelling in his chest, something that feels awfully close like hope.

“Time to go, Seungmin-ah,” Minho says wistfully, reaching out his hand for Seungmin to take with a pounding heart.

A moment passes between them with Seungmin staring into wide of the endless ocean. There is nothing here besides the washing of waves and brushing of the breeze. It’s as if time has frozen and Seungmin with it. He isn’t giving any signs that he considers moving soon and it makes Minho ponder for a moment if Seungmin is ready to take it — a leap of faith. But then his head turns, a gentle smile spreading on Seungmin’s face and then — he takes it, Minho’s hand.

And Minho decides then and there that he won’t let go as long as Seungmin lets him hold it.

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kagooleo · 1 month

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doodlin some joh’s

#kagoodles #trainer kris #trainer ethan #trainer lyra #rival silver #green background bc I’m a spinach head lately. and a mustard green enjoyer bc i had some good potstickers that had it in the filling #kris to me should be a little cartoonishly malleable. a smiling smirker. like >:]#i also think ethan has a little unevolved natu on his team. purely for the “you can evolve when you feel like it buddy” vibe #been considering what to make team wise for the joh's but a fun idea i've got brewing is that lyra and silver Both have chikoritas #i know he canonically has a totodile but i have a fun workaround for the future that i'm workshopping a lil #when getting starters silver thought he stole the only chikorita in the lab. then when lyra comes in elm gives her a Shiny chikorita #12 year old absolutely devastated hammering fist on the floor mad but he gets over it (but maybe still a Little salty)#learns to mellow out a bit with his potato dino over time and the evolutions for both of their meganiums have different flowers/colors/type #i know i've been out the whole month i've been unfortunately stuck in the post midpoint of the sem where the workload is Crazy #been prepping works for an art show at my college And getting projects done for deadlines and it is. a Toll #but I will get One illustration done. i've been planning out lyra's dress for a piece and the second to last pic is the test for it

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kozzax · 5 months

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Niche Homestuck Trope that I'm so in love with: Karkat, in a non-sgrub au, leading a revolution and not knowing he's the leader. He just keeps getting in the middle of shit and he gave up on being the leader of his group of friends when he was a kid. What do you mean 'the rebellion leader'. Yeah he's involved but there isn't a leader it's a group effort. He's just some guy with a loud mouth not a leader. Just because he's in everyone's business because he's a nosy busybody doesn't mean he's the rebellion leader. Who the fuck is this mysterious leader people keep talking about and he's never met. Okay guys we get it haha karkat's the leader of the group effort rebellion this joke is very old. I never ever see it but it brings me so much joy. Oblivious fucking Karkat who just. Does not realize that he's leading the whole ass rebellion.

#me vibing #homestuck #karkat vantas #i just think it's REALLY FUNNY #and also it feels right #for the karkat in my head at leas #karkat whos mellowed out and isnt a leader doesnt need to be a leader hes a fugitive #and whos a leader because he's. well. because he's kind and actually pretty smart #statements like that are why you're our leader #a line repeated so very much in homestuck. a line that lives in my head rent free #idk i just think karkat who leads a rebellion without knowing it because of his will to Help #i think it's interesting

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pepperpixel · 1 year

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More powerpuff girls art!! I actually drew all of these probably at least a month ago? But I just kept getting sidetracked and never got around to finishing em up and posting em. Here they are now tho!

#powerpuff girls #the powerpuff girls #ppg #powerpunk girls #cuz berserk is in one of these #ppg berserk #ppg blossom #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #doodles #drew all of these mostly just to practice drawing the girls! and I think they all turned out p nice!#drew blossom and buttercup arguing here. I actually kinda think my buttercups mellowed out a lot w age?#but.. blossom is still. an expert at getting into arguments ghgh #u kno the big sis personality type in animal crossing? my ver of buttercup is basically that #just like. cool relaxed older sibling vibes.. reliable #shes help either of her sisters bury a body no questions asked. the body probably deserved it!#was probably being an asshole to them. like! she’s just got their backs 100% of the time #(bubbles and blossom would probably also help either of there sisters bury a body. but w blossom there would DEF be questions.#straight up interrogations. and she’s put up a fuss about it. but she’d still do it!#and bubbles would do it less in like a ‘im shouldering this burden w u yeah’ kinda way #and more in like a ‘hell yeah lol let’s bury a body!!!’ kinda way ghgh-)#ps. following buttercup being older sister-core. I think blossom would be more like the middle child. and bubbles like the youngest!#…not in terms of actual age. cuz they were all made at the same time #but in terms of energies.. vibes… family dynamics.. u get what im saying ghgh-#but anyway!!! yeah! pls enjoy powerpuff girls art.. now that I’ve posted it I can finally keep playing totk ghgh-

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carnation-damnation · 8 months

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KICKIN' ASS FAST, PUTTIN' ON A SHOW!

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #Wanted to try drawing #mohawk sonic #from past media and stuff!#gives awesome punk vibes.#I headcanon that sonic was a really hotheaded kid. super quick to anger.#But he got mellowed out as a teenager #But what if...he didnt?!?!?!#art from the den #artists on tumblr #posting at 12 am... tsk tsk bad idea #other time zone mutuals RISE!!!

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venacoeurva · 2 years

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It’s a necessity to check someone’s age sometimes, because you’ll see them acting real chronically online--often in that specific-circles-only isolated kinda teenage, small scope worldview and experience way and takes--and their interactions are kind of wacky, then you see they’re like 14-18 and you go “oh ok makes sense”

then sometimes you see someone do this shit and they’re in their 30s also beefing with literal teenagers and never moved past 2008

#I have no idea how to describe the vibe of the first group?#Not even like Notably immature?#Just teenage vibes they haven't mellowed out on with age #Same energy as the Reblog if you aren't homophobic!!!! type energy but for EVERYTHING #but slightly more productive #I mean if you're acting too weird regardless of age I'm just gonna block you I'm not your dad I don't have to raise you #Vena vents #not art #Seeing kids act like this is nostalgic bc you remember yourself being like this #people over like 25 doing this and it's clearly becoming antagonistic immaturity sucking others into their BS is weird as hell

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elitadream · 8 months

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Oh! Speaking of Toadsworth, how would he react once he found out about Kamek almost kidnapping Peach in Sing For Absolution?

That's another question @drones-of-innocence would probably answer much better than I! ^-^ But one way or another, he would be absolutely appalled that such a thing happened. 😨😥

I imagine him spotting the Captain of the Guard while on his early routine walk the next morning, and noting how frazzled he looks. As soon as he would hear the news- ("A fight has occurred in the Princess' chambers, Sir! The evil wizard Kamek has infiltrated the castle while the Kingdom was alseep. It appears he was aiming to cast a dark spell on Her Majesty." / "Thank the stars, mister Mario was able to intervene in time and neutralize the threat! Kamek has since been removed from the perimeter and is currently being detained." / "The Princess is physically unharmed, but she may need time to emotionally recover from the ordeal.") - he would hurry towards Peach's private quarters as fast as his feet can carry him. He would find the Princess quietly sitting in her bed, looking at the empty space next to her, alone and seemingly lost in thought. Appearing strangely calm and contemplative amidst the chaos left in her own room.

"My child! Are you alright?"

He would take her hands in his, fretting and lamenting about what happened, but to his surprise, Peach would seem... distracted. As if something else entirely was occupying her mind.

"I'm fine, Toadsworth. No need to worry about me," she would assure him softly, her gaze however drifting back to the covers. Letting his own eyes wander, the old toad would eventually see the red smears staining her carpet, near her shattered mirror and destroyed vanity.

"Goodness," he would breathe, recoiling in horror. "Is that..."

Beside him, Peach would lower her head with a trembling sigh, curling in on herself.

"He got hurt," she would mutter, waveringly. "And it's all my fault."

Suddenly remembering that the Guard mentioned Mario, Toadsworth would hum and sit beside her, patting her arm comfortingly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He would venture, offering her his handkerchief.

And so, she would recount her night to him. Telling him all that happened, from the moment she abruptly awoke to the moment she fell back asleep.

"I asked him to stay, and he did," she would murmur, with a touch of wonder. "Even before Kamek arrived, he could sense that I was in danger. And he protected me. Risked his life for me, again. How could I ever repay him?"

"Oh, I believe merely knowing that you are safe is all he needs or wants," Toasworth would answer, giving her a kind and knowing smile. "It's something he and I have in common."

Peach would lean a bit against him, letting out a fragile and thoughtful sound. "He is so good to me, Toadsworth. Always has been. I don't deserve a friend like him."

"A 'friend', you say?" Toadsworth would echo teasingly, earning him a tiny giggle. Peach would otherwise remain silent at his playful inquiry, and the old toad would nod sagely to himself at his daughter's reaction.

"I shall arrange something special for him. As a thanking gesture," he would promise. "Is there something that you know he likes?"

Peach would fiddle absentmindedly with the handkerchief, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"He... He likes spending time with me. He told me so himself, once," she would say, her voice taking on a dreamy quality.

Toadsworth would grin widely under his bushy mustache, his beady eyes twinkling with delight.

"Then it's settled! I shall prepare a nice retreat for you two to enjoy and send him the invitation myself. In the meantime, let's get you away from this dreadful mess and have another room temporarily accomodated for you. Would you like some tea?"

"Oh yes, please," she would respond, following his lead and walking with him down the royal corridor. ✨️🩷

#this got quite a bit longer than I initially intended 👀🤭#but basically that's the general vibe I had in mind 🥰#something that would start with this lingering sense of alarm and mellow out into something cozy and wholesome ☺️#Asks #Mario #Princess Peach #Mareach #Toadsworth #headcanon #concept #thoughts and ramblings #story #collab #Sing for Absolution #elitadream #drones-of-innocence

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peonyjomusic · 1 year

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#music #mellow #mellow music #trans musician #queer artist #plesant #vibes #original music #indie #indie music #multi instrumentalist #music producer #new music #musicians of tumblr #peony jo

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sadderdaazee · 1 day

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𐙚⋆.˚𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦; 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 ⋆.˚𐙚

lali's note!! (this drabble is cheesier than i wanted it to be so apologies in advance :p . also, reader is kinda poc, i mentioned :not explicitly: like once or twice only tho. and song recc!!)

there's something about toji that stirs his heart into your home.

something about him that caresses your fragile words with a hint of 'i love yous' and 'thank yous'.

feeling akin to sifting fingers within warm wool in withering winter.

akin to touching stars between your fingers.

you're reading a book avidly, skimming about pages with your husband laying his head by your chest. and despite his vague interest in such novels you shrug him into reciting with you, he can't help but delve himself into your imagination, reading of dialogues that make of the stories together.

of having read countless times the book 'wuthering heights', this time, toji quietlu listens to you, feeling the tips of your fingers weave a soothing rhyme to his heart.

he lays by your chest, droopy gaze finding solace in the endless words you read to him like a baby. fingers threading among his dark locks, you feel his breaths.

autumn has touched her feet among the skies, kissing every corner with quite rattles of the foreboding of winter.

"be with me always," you read, tone desperate to claw at the emotions of each syllable, "- take any form - drive me mad!" you trace your fingers by his jaw, feeling the stubble thats grown slightly, eyes dancing about his own. by now, you've memorised each dialogue of the book, as you sing it to him while you set the book aside, "only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!" he looks up at you, eyes dim from the scant lighting of your room, yet spry with such sparkles, he torches your heart with his sun. "it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!" you whisper to his chuckle.

you're selfish when it comes to feeling loved. he knows that. he is too. and if he isn't as desperate, he's far more than you.

he can't help but fall again.

in love again. so utterly, madly, carelessly, childishly in love again.

so helplessly, recklessly, selfishly, as he pulls your lips to his.

then, for a moment, he stays still. takes in your scent, memorizes your warmth kissing against his own. for a moment, he feels your heart beat in sync with his. he's falling by your side.

"jiji," you whisper, laying cheek to cheek with him as he mushes into your affection.

"hey," he replies, turning his head to kiss you on your cheek.

"what do you want for dinner?" you turn to him, that your lips are lingering perilously away from his.

"let me take you out tonight," he whispers, mingling his lips to your own in a form of peck.

"we're tight on money this month, honey," you peck him once more, an impish smile flairing by your cheeks.

"don't worry about the budget tonight," he pecks your lips, like periods to his replies.

"you gave up on gambling, you're finally earning loyally," you peck, "don't–"

"what's the point of earning, if i can't let you rest for a while." he doesn't peck, and for a moment, you almost frown. but he pulls your lips in an indulgent kiss.

you're taken with a sprinkle of shock, but you give in anyway. tasting his lips, his breath, everything that makes of him.

he has to lift you away from him, to dive into your sultry gaze and swim away from everything he's ever become.

"i love you," you must've whispered.

"i love you too," he must've replied.

then he slips away from the bed, gently as your eyes trail him. he takes one of his shirts out and green cargos, and avidly, you watch him in scrutiny. next, he moves to your closet, a small almirah containing your clothes.

he has to peek for a moment, deciding what you'd look good in today. and a meek dress hand sewn by you catches his eye.

its flowy, like the smiles you cannot contain that draw by your lips.

he's so ridiculously brawny, that when he takes your dress into his palsmy, it looks so tiny, despite it being not.

with that, you two get ready.

the food was delicious.

albiet not as fancy and extravagant as toji would've loved it to be for you, it was homely.

you and him hold hands, his awfully big hands grasping onto your own, making your palm feel so dainty against his. (no, you're not dainty, he's just too brawny)

the skies have a coat of woolen gray clouds that hug away the stars. not a single speck of starlight or moonlight slips through them, but its oddly comforting.

the concrete under your sandals is damp, air a little misty from the vague invitation of rain.

"i'm so full," you pat your belly playfully, and toji has to bite away the stupid grin that urges to form by his lips.

and then, when you're around a more secluded part of the road, where the flickering streetlights don't kiss away the dark, toji holds you by your waist.

you chuckle away the fluster heating beneath your skin. and through your chuckle, the clouds dance away.

a glint of moonlight falls against your skin, giving it just the right bronze glimmer that toji can never get enough of.

"you're shivering," he breathes.

"not. i'm jus' really happy right now." a grin. you tend to the shiver that has rattled it's home within your happiness in the form of adrenaline. he kisses you, kisses you again.

and as you pull away, twirling around, holding his hand as the road falls quiet of its crowd, you feel him smile.

one you've memorised countless times till you no longer have to look at him to know about the crease pulling by the corner of his lips.

he holds you by your waist, moulding himself into your impish shenanigans. the way you hold his hands, twirl around again as if dancing to the sky.

a frosty drop of water clinks against your eyes making you flinch, sliding away from your skin as if melting cocoa.

"it's raining!" you laugh.

you're taken by surprise, but you indulge within the feeling anyway.

he has to take a moment to settle your sight into his mind in such a way that it becomes a tattoo to his brain.

the rain falls, and falls again till you and your husband are drowned within the pattering drops of water.

you look at him with squinted eyes, water trailing by the corner of your gaze. and for once, you wonder if you've ever fallen so desperately in love before. because as he grins with every wrinkle of his skin, you melt, akin to the water pouring by your skin.

and it all feels so stagnant, that you urge to never let this moment cease.

to grasp him between your fingers and selfishly dissolve into him.

he picks you up amidst your trance, and a small yelp leaves your throat, legs dangling as he spins you around in his arms.

you laugh heartily, hand perilously holding his shoulder, water flowing over the crevices of your skin. toji guffaws, finding himself syncing within your hearty laughs you splay out so vulnerably to him.

wet hair sticks to your nape, your forehead as water trails across your body, sputtering every drop from you and wringing it out to the road.

"you'll catch a cold," he yells amidst his pointless laughs that dissolves to a grin again, putting you down on the road. amidst the heavy rain, red lights from someones approaching car scatter through the drops.

and in an immediate motion, toji grabs you by your waist and pulls you back, till your hitting his chest and adrenaline is running across your veins.

through all of this, when you listen to the thunder brawling beneath toji's ribs, you're reminded that despite any showers of cold, he'd still melt away your winters.

he sighs, grin still there like a mark of relief that he caught you in time.

you're quick to leave his side, and intriguied, he let's you hold his hand.

with an impish glint in your gaze, you jump against the nearest puddle, dirty water splashing everywhere on you as toji has to flinch away from your shenanigans.

you do it again, and again, and again, till you feel his laughs tattoo itself against your memory.

a memory you're sure you're never letting go of.

and then, he's joining you, jumping once in the puddle. yet, when he jumps, you're sure he's emptied the entire pit as the water just sways everywhere.

it makes you laugh, and it's so infectious that he has to adopt it too.

he crouches in front of you, both of your clothes pulling with the falling drops of water.

"we'll reach home faster like this." he tells you, gesturing his hand towards himself so you'd climb on. he just wants to feel your warmth against his skin.

"we'll slip and fall!" you laugh, finding your voice abd skin already drenched, yet albiet your words, you cling against his back.

with a smile, you accept his offer.

his scent is there. gripping to his skin like a memory as his brawny hands lock you close to him.

he isn't wearing any cologne, but the faint scent of his deodorant and a mix of rain fills your senses, withering your touch of reality into his grasp as you melt away.

and there he goes, laughing like a baby again.

you grip onto his damp shirt, grin tattooed against your lips as you snuggle within his skin.

he's walking-running-ish now, not fast to be called a sprint but not slow to be labled a walk. just enough for the rain to cut away from you both.

and within minutes, you're standing by your apartment's doormat, dripping profousely as toji wrings his shirt.

he turns to you, and sees you already grinning at him. so he can't help but oick you up in a bridal carry, to the laundry room as he sits you by the dryer.

"we're wet," you whisper, cheeks cold as water trails to your calves.

he says nothing, yet his nothings always say everything as his lips linger by your own.

he kisses you, a fragile peck as he takes your dress off and throws it in the dryer.

he tells you you can shower first, but you avidly shake your head.

"let's shower together," you tell him, a smile kissing your cheeks.

and he doesn't bite away the grin forming at his skin, for when you're both clean and in a drier and warmer set of pyjamas, he can't help but surrender to your comforting touch lacing by his hair, snuggling into his skin. he never liked rains, but for once, he wishes it rains again.

it's still raining outside, and toji has to look at you, if he's ever been so content with life. right now, if he believes in God, he's thanking Him.

he's sure, he'll fall in love with you even more, and sure there's no end to it.

there's something about toji, that entwines between your fingers and pets your hair till you're drifting to sleep.

something about him, that makes you feel as if home only exists into his embrace

#📝 — lali writes #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #domestic toji #jujutsu kaisen #anime #fluff #jjk fluff #rain #mellow vibes #jjk #tooth rotting fluff #feet kicking fluff #love #romance

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