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[doeyun-archived]

[okwonyo]

me if you even care >///<

[kurooandkenmasslut]

jjk dilfs x pregnant!reader

(reader is far into the pregnancy, much to jjk mens excitement yet worry.)

no minors! (I didn't feel like aging up yuuji and megumi and so on..) && no sukunaaa sorryyy

tojis is super short, I apologise!! if this gets enough attention I might make it longer but i wanted this out asap lmfao

⭒​SATORU GOJO↫​

when dream becomes reality

“But!-”

“no buts, sweets. just rest your cute lil buttocks on the couch.” gojo fought back. everytime you'd protest to do something, he'd always be there to retort. Especially since your due date was nearing.

you bit your lip, staring up at him. You felt kind of bad. He does everything for you, cleaning, shopping for you everyday, even learning a new skill which was cooking, just for you.

lying on his chest as you both watch your favourite tv show, his large hand caressing your belly bump.

“what do you think the baby'll be?” you ask, staring up at his face. Gojo stared at your face for a moment, not thinking, just admiring his wife.

“a boy.” he says, no hesitation.

“ehhh? why do you think that? I think it's a girl.”

“my dreams, sweets.” he smiles and you chuckle. At the near the start of your relationship, satoru had a dream of where you are now. Him being the strongest sorcerer, you his wife, with a baby boy. He had his absolutely gorgeous eyes and long lashes and most of his features, the cute baby taking your haircolor and your pretty smile. Oh if only younger gojo saw him now, he would of cried in happiness.

with a flushed face, he admitted it, completely out of his mind. drunk gojo smirked as he told described how beautiful it was, not knowing how embarrassed he was, but he didn't mind the part where his dream came true.

as embarrassing as it is for gojo to recall the memory, he still laughs with you, because if you find it funny, then he's content. maybe revealing another embarrassing secret, just to make you laugh, isn't that bad.

⭒​CHOSO KAMO↫​

First time daddy!

as soon as choso found out you were pregnant, he typed up on google what pregnant means, he was happy for the most part but.. worry and nervousment still lingered. He was actually surprised he could reproduce since he was a half curse. Negative thoughts was set on his mind. He felt as if his child would be scared of him. And if they were, which in his mind, they were likely to, he would curl up and bawl on the floor.

You gave told choso over and over again everyday, saying there's nothing to be worried about and that he'll be an amazing father, but he still felt like it, no matter the words you repeated. Not to mention, the people outside your relationship gossiped, especially about choso. On how he is a 'monster', a curse, not fit to parent with a human, that you deserve better. He would hear them on the streets, anywhere and everywhere. He did try not letting them get to him, but hearing it constantly everytime he went in public was very exhausting.

any time you tripped, or just an honest accident, choso felt like he was responsible for not taking care of you properly. Even though, it wasn't his fault.

So when that baby pushed through, God, he wanted to cry. Although the nurses rushed to clean him, he clenched your sweaty palm. Wiping away the stray hairs that stuck onto your sweaty forehead. You panted, leaning into his touch.

the nurses carried your baby gently and carefully, placing him into your arms. The nurses cooed before leaving you with choso.

Choso wasn't an emotional person, but big fat tears swam down his pale face, his hands covering his face. You lightly chuckled.

“do you want to hold him?” funny how that small, little sentence almost made him faint.

“b-but.. what if I drop him?” choso muttered, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Nervous was an understatement. “nonsense! we practiced for this, remember? Here, my arms are tired, cho.” you say, yawning. Gently pushing the newborn into his hands, choso cradled his head in his hand, while his arm held his body.

You didn't get time to oogle, as your bufy shut down like a light.

The baby opened his eyes, big doe circles looking back at him. They both held eye contact before the baby started laughing, having his small little hand on chosos pale face. Choso was shocked to say the least. He didn't think his baby would giggle when he saw him, but he certainly isn't mad.

Waking up a while later, you rubbed your eyes with a yawn. That was a good sleep. Turning your head over to see where choso went, you stared at the cute sight.

Choso, in the seat next to your bed, was sitting there, sleeping. The baby was cradled in his arms with a strong grip, but not a uncomfortable grip. They both snored away, making you giggle a bit, reaching out to hold chosos hand and whispering,

“I love you two boys.”

⭒​SHIU KONG↫​

personal taxi..

Staring at the cars passing out the window, looking bored. You then started having a competition between two raindrops on the window.

Seeing that the specific raindrop that you were rooting for to win had lost, already soured your mood.

“im hungry, shiu. Can we go to the bakery? Pretty pleasee? I really, really want to get that new donut flavor they released!” you begged. Shiu, your very lovely husband who may or may not drive to the shop, sighed.

“babe, you just ate. We literally had a mcdonalds 10 minutes ago.”

“okay, but im carrying your baby. You do realise that there's another mouth to feed, and that im going to tear my body trying to give birth to your baby right?” you whined, batting your pretty lashes at him. No matter what, he always gives in. I mean, who could argue with that? That's the truth.

Smiling cheekily at him, you began to slightly kick your feet, excited he's complying. Works everytime.

looking at all the buildings that passes the vehicle, you can tell your almost near your destination.

feeling the baby kick, you accidentally let out a grunt. “that damn baby..” you mutter through furrowed brows. Shiu laughs, “no way you're already cursing out our baby.. not even out yet, doll. Im sure theyre just excited as you are going to this damn bakery.” you roll your eyes, not wanting to retort back to his remark. I mean, you don't blame your baby for being excited, because you love it too. as soon as they were born, you can bet that your taking them here every time possible.

seeing the building you were dying to see, a smile formed on your face. Hunger took over your body, jumping out of the car as soon as shiu parked and turned it off.

“aye, woman! Would you wait on me, jeez.. impatient women these days..” shiu called out, muttering the last part so you wouldn't hear. He knows he would get a red ear if you did. hurrying out as he also knows that you would huff if he dared to take 5 seconds longer and would've went without him. Not only that, but he didn't want you to trip over anything to hurt yourself.

shiu put his hands around your waist as you two walked. A cute little detail you adored.

The bell rang when you opened the door, the waitress greeting you when she walked passed. The aroma was hints of warm coffee and cinnamon. It felt really comforting, whixh is why your a usual customer.

Thankfully, there wasn't much of a line, but long enough for time to think about your order.

You were up next, so you two ordered.

Getting seated down the back right next to the window. You finished your pastry in about a minute while shiu was mid way into a bite, staring at you like you were crazy.

Both of you held eye contact before breaking it with a fit of laughs. You and Shiu couldn't wait for a third person giggling aswell, possibly a specific baby..

⭒​SUGURU GETO↫​

suguru's house rules

as soon as suguru found out that you, his wife, his one and only, got knocked up by him, he immediately made everything in the house baby proof. Even at the start at the pregnancy.

Raising two girls by himself wasn't easy, but now that he's experienced parenting, he knows all the tips and tricks.

“you will not be lifting a finger, unless you need to go to the restroom or something.. anyway, next if you need anything while I'm away, the girls will always be by your side if you need anything. If you need me at any time, I'm keeping my phone on me all day, just incase.” suguru says, with his cute little smile. You blink at him blankly, as if he doesn't tell you this everyday.

“sugu, you do realise I can do stuff by myself, right?” you say, tilting your head. You have this conversation everyday, yet you don't know why you bother because he never budges. You didn't want to treat your two angels, mimiko and nanako, like your servants while you sat there like royal.

“nonsense! I don't want my princess in there and my angel here moving around alot, don't want you to fall or anything, you know?” he mumbles. You glare up at him as he smiled sweetly at you. As if he didn't make a cheeky reference to the one to many times of when you got up when the two girls weren't looking, your poor knees gave out. And when suguru got that certain phone call, he seriously almost passed out in worry. After all of that, he still is wary of leaving the house most days, afraid something might happen again and he isn't there.

suguru sits back in satisfaction after just smothering you with kisses, something he usually does before he leaves for his cult. He hates dealing with them damn monkeys, but one of his many goals is to get as many curses as possible, so he'll take what he can get.

standing up, he calls put to the girls, who were currently making you lunch.

“mimi, nana! I'm leaving now, you coming to say bye?!” he yelled not to loud, not wanting to damage your hearing because of him. The two girls pounce on him, his arms full of his two angels.

“come home safe!” “hurry up coming home, there's a new cafe that opened and I wanna try it!” they squealed, suguru only chuckling in response, patting their head with his usual smile.

“take care of mommy over there, mkay?” suguru slightly bent down to their level, his voice low. They nodded enthusiastically, giving him one final hug before he went.

suguru closed the door, summoning his rainbow dragon. If he could marry you over and over, he would.

⭒​NANAMI KENTO↫​

worry 'bout yourself, baby!

wiping the slight dampness off your forehead, you finally made it to your destination. the nursery room. Putting your hands on your hip, you stared at the random peices of the unbuilt crib on the floor.

Peaking our the door and looking at your husbands closed office door, hearing him on the phone to his coworker. Perfect timing.

Recently, nanami has been working at home to watch over you a bit more, even though he has papers half the height of you to fill out. You didn't wanna bother him from his work again today, and plus, you wanted to be independent and brag about how you built this crib by yourself to your baby later. But, you knew nanami would get kind of mad that you lifted a finger, you didn't care.

If you sat down on the floor to even sort it out, you wouldnt get back up again and would need kentos help. And so, bending down to pick up the peices, you started to feel dizzy after a bit of back and forth of putting the pieces on the table.

'only a few peices left.' the thought trailed through your mind after each peice. Although, your baby thought otherwise, giving a nice brutal kick on the walls of your belly. A sudden yelp came, followed by a quick slap to the mouth as you have now blown your cover. Thr house was silent. Not hearing the mumble of kentos voice, now hearing the footsteps coming to the nursery. Mentally cursing our baby out, the door opened.

“honey? whats wrong? why are you- don't tell me you're trying to build the crib again?” kento said, scratching his blonde undercut. Smiling sheepishly with a slight nod.

“dear, I told you I would build it as soon as I get through the paperwork, didn't I?” kento says, shaking his head.

“but! you were in your office, already filled to the brim with workload and that damn paperwork. I didn't want to make it your new problem, you know? You're always taking care of me. And who told you that even a quarter of that shit was alright? I can have a word with them if you want.”

“my love, you will never be a problem to me, ever. What kind of husband would I be if I thought that? You're crazy.” Kento says, a small smile forming on his lips at thought of you worrying about him and his wellbeing. A rare sight indeed.

“and instead of worrying about me, worry about yourself, yeah? I'm sure your back is broke, my love. Please rest yourself, it's not good for the baby if you don't get rest, i told you this. Lets get you to the living room, yeah?” kento says into your neck, not giving you a choice.

Kento put his hands on your lower back, slowly massaging the spot you usually get sore. guiding you down the living room humming your favourite tune. almost in time for your reality show to be on, your luck.

Wasn't long until your eyes was stuck on the tv, drama brewing on the first few seconds.

Kento stands there, content. Not because of the tv show, no, its you. He wouldn't know where he would he standing, whether it would be on earth or the skies, without you.

⭒​TOJI FUSHIGURO↫​

short tempered woman and tired husband.

“woman, I am not going to feed you toothpaste.”

“well, why the hell not?!” you responded, rasing a brow. Toji grumbled, absolutely set on not giving you toothpaste for food.

“would you just sleep? I'm not giving you toothpaste to eat. Why the hell are you so weird?!”

“hhaaah?! What did you just say?!”

nights went on like that. Different item, same outcome. Toji with a red ear and your back to him. Toji doesn't know if your stable or not as you requested for a bowl of dirt to eat a few nights ago. He only knew about women's weird food craving a while ago when he saw you eating a chocolate bar with ketchup as a dip.

(toji finds it kinda hot when you get angry... kinky)

Toji put his head in his hands, covering his eyes. He let out a sigh before questioning you.

“are you eating toast and ice cream again?”

“yeah, so what? Any odds to you, old man..”

“oh, your so gonna regret that. We've been here before, and your belly bump is the result.” toji smirks, chuckling at your flushed face. And yet, his outcome is the same.

[talismns]

polaris movie theater, with finn walsh   /   @wiseacrs

polaris is almost always busy, so she’s lucky when wendy manages to catch the movie theater in a relatively empty state. she spots finn quickly, talking loudly and for probably too long, so she sidles up to the counter by mimicking a yawn. “jeez louise, i didn’t realize you got paid to monologue to your coworkers. shame you never discovered a love for theater.” wendy flashes a conspiratorial smile to his poor coworker, and thankfully they take the gesture for what it is: an excuse to exit the conversation. she turns back to finn. “how much longer you got? what’re the odds on you cutting out early?”

[mannnnon]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 • @milamonda.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA rua girava um pouco. Ou era eu quem girava? Não fazia diferença. Meus pés estavam... “funcionando”, de certo modo, meio tortos, meio fora do compasso, mas firmes o suficiente pra não me deixarem cair de cara no chão — ainda. A garrafa de vinho balançava na minha mão, restinho vermelho como sangue no fundo. E minha risada escapava fácil, solta, dançando no ar da noite como se eu fosse a protagonista de algum filme italiano mal dublado.

━━━━━━━━ Buonaseraaaa! ━━━━━━━━ gritei pra um casal que passou. O homem puxou o marido com cara de poucos amigos, e eu só acenei com a mão livre. ━━━━━━━━ Gente simpática… ou talvez não. ━━━━━━━━ Soltei um assobio tosco pra um gato na mureta. O bicho nem olhou. Ingrato. ━━━━━━━━ Você também já me julgou, hein? Miserável. ━━━━━━━━ Trombei num poste. Pedi desculpas.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤE então minha casinha apareceu na minha frente, com sua cara torta e charmosa, a porta de madeira velha toda empenada, cheia de história, igual minha vida. Suspirei.

━━━━━━━━ Ma maison! ━━━━━━━━ anunciei, como se alguém tivesse me esperado. ━━━━━━━━ Finalmente. ━━━━━━━━ Enfiei a chave na fechadura. Girei. Nada. Girei de novo. ━━━━━━━━ Ah, não. Mais non, non, non… ━━━━━━━━ Chutei a porta. Uma, duas, três vezes. Ela gemeu, mas não cedeu. Teimosa igual a dona. ━━━━━━━━ Ouvre-toi, putain de porte de merde! ━━━━━━━━ gritei, batendo com a palma da mão agora, já bufando, o vinho chacoalhando no vidro.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOlhei ao redor, tonta, frustrada, suada. E foi então que a vi — uma silhueta feminina passando ali perto, andando calmamente como se o mundo não estivesse um caos embriagado como eu. Num impulso, tropecei até ela e me joguei meio que na frente do caminho, braços meio abertos como se fosse abraçá-la (não era a intenção. Acho).

━━━━━━━━ Excusez-moi! ━━━━━━━━ falei, com um sorriso bêbado colado na boca. ━━━━━━━━ Você sabe abrir portas de casas velhas? Porque essa aqui tá de mal comigo e eu… eu tô de bem com o mundo, entende? ━━━━━━━━ apontei com o queixo pra porta, depois pra garrafa. ━━━━━━━━ E isso aqui... não ajuda em nada. ━━━━━━━━ Forcei outro sorriso. ━━━━━━━━ Você parece sensata. Eu preciso de alguém sensato agora. Só... ajuda a girar essa droga de chave, por favor.

[celivailles]

⋆⠀⠀꣑୧ ⠀۟⠀⠀# 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙴 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝙸'𝙼 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙳𝙾 𝙼𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 ─── 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝐒𝐊𝐘 .

[marsmusez]

summer leong, 26 anos, bartender e pintora (havana rose liu)

age & date of birth:

26 years. 14/06.

gender & sexuality:

cis woman, bissexual.

traits:

criativa, calma, cuidadosa, carinhosa, determinada, introvertida, organizada, perfeccionista, ansiosa, insegura, curiosa, teimosa.

summer leong nasceu na cidade de boston, filha de um imigrante chinês, simon leong e da norte-americana erica hudson. como filha única de um homem chinês e de uma mãe perfeccionista, summer cresceu com as expectativas altas que eles tinham para ela, esperando uma advogada ou médica na família. entretanto, sua verdadeira paixão era a arte, principalmente a pintura, seus pais incentivavam enquanto acreditavam que era apenas um hobbie, desde que ela continuasse sendo uma boa aluna na escola.

isso mudou quando summer escolheu fazer artes visuais e conseguiu uma bolsa em uma das melhores faculdades do país. ela precisou mudar de cidade e acabou diminuindo o contato com os pais, que não apoiavam aquela decisão. ela começou a trabalhar em bares para conseguir se manter, começando como garçonete e depois como bartender. atualmente, trabalha em bares e em festas como freelancer, além de fazer alguns quadros, mas raramente consegue os vender, ou arrumar algum emprego na área desejada.

more infos

seu estilo de arte são as pinturas à óleo, e ela gosta de pintar paisagens e pessoas principalmente.

ela gosta muito de gatos, mas como passa muito tempo fora de casa, não possui nenhum.

seu apartamento não é grande, mas ela tem um quarto reservado para ser o pequeno estúdio dela, onde se permite se perder na bagunça de telas, pincéis e tintas.

apesar de não ser seu sonho profissional, gosta muito de trabalhar como bartender.

plots

um f/f baseado em good luck, babe! da chappell eoan!!! muse a está noiva de um homem e sentindo que não deveria casar, e não consegue tirar da cabeça tudo o que viveu com muse b. + paper rings — muse a faz parte da alta sociedade , sempre usufruindo dos desejos mais restritos , comparecendo as melhores festas e utilizando das melhores marcas . muse b é artista de rua , nunca conheceu metade dos luxos de muse a , suas roupas são de segunda mão , suas festas são em bares de esquinas em sua rua e prefere restringir os seus prazeres pelos dos outros . durante um bico de segurança , muse b acaba esbarrando com muse a que fica completamente fissurada pela aparência alheia . após noites em claro de pesquisas no instagram , consegue localizar o perfil que equivale a muse b . não demora tanto para que mande uma mensagem , ignorando tudo que sempre havia sido ensinada . o problema é que muse b não faz ideia de quem seja muse a ! ou , pelo menos , finge não saber durante as primeiras interações . veja , não é somente muse a que se encanta no primeiro esbarrar . é então que , primeiros encontros em locais ilegais , saídas em carros baratos e grafites em muros particulares se tornam o tipo de vida que estão dispostos a ter . muse a se vê disposta a abrir mão de tudo que tem por muse b , mas será que isso é mesmo necessário ?

créditos

[horrorshcws]

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[scwtsintesting]

x

[okwonyo]

pretty girl～

[kurooandkenmasslut]

𝐒​𝐂​𝐄​𝐍​𝐀​𝐑​𝐈​𝐎​:​ silly toru was js joking abt :,( he didn't mean it, he swears! what happens when reader takes his comments to heart?

a little errors here n there, petnames (baby, angel & darlin) suggestive at the end

⭒​𝐆​𝐎​𝐉​𝐎​ ​𝐒​𝐀​𝐓​𝐎​𝐑​𝐔​ ↫​

based on this link!! tysm nonnie for requesting! love ya lots luv, hope ya enjoyy!

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flicking through the list of shows blankly, you dropped the remote next to your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, who was staring at the tv in boredom.

"there's no good shows to watch, put something on, and not something stupid like last time. I mean it, satoru." You say, swiftly moving your feet to help yourself to something to eat.

"jeez, you're so boring."

you stopped in your tracks, craning your head to look at the white haired male on the couch.

"What did you say?" raising an eyebrow, you now faced him fully with your arms crossed.

"I mean, you have bad taste in fashion. your clothes are something my granny would wear!" satoru chuckled, his crystalline eyes staring at your clothes. you looked down at the clothing you wore. did they really look like that? you soured your face at the memory of being excited up at the till buying it. Is this really what he thought?

"And your hair! it looks so unkempt, you look like you just got electrocuted! Haha!" He sneered. you flattened your hair, you didn't think much about your hair when he texted that he was coming over.

"And not to mention, your face! Did you take a trip in the toilet or something? Why do ya got brown on your face, hah?" He smirked, seeing your frowned lips. You were gardening earlier, it must of slipped your mind to check up on your face. wiping your cheek, the dirt smeared on your palm.

Clutching your hands, you decided you weren't gonna let you discriminate you like that. Opening your mouth, but the lump in your throat didn't budge. Nothing came out. No voice you were expecting to ring in the room. Nothing.

Biting your lip, through a blurred vision, you hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behinf you and locking it.

Gojo's smirked widened, thinking he had the upper hand. That judging grin quickly faded when he heard a whimper and sniffing. Cursing himself, he wondered what he should do.

A. Ask you if he can come in and comfort you.

B. Wait until you calm down and leave the bathroom.

after pondering for a bit, Gojo decided to grab your favourite snacks, the ones where you were originally going to eat.

With his free hand, he gently knocked on the door, trying not to startle you.

"Hey darlin, I uh.. brought your favorite!" Gojo beamed, his attempt of brightening the tension even just a little.

After about a minute, he heard the door click open. He didn't mean to, but he unintentionally rushed in immediately.

He saw you hunched over the sink, washing your face. You looked at his tall frame in the mirror. It doesn't take a genius to realise that you have been crying. A few tissues decorated the edge of the sink, but you quickly threw them in the bin. Your eyes were red and your nose & cheeks were tinted a pink shade.

Dropping the snacks on the closed toilet seat, Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder. The eye contact through the mirror was intense.

"You know I didn't mean it right? I was just trying to get something out of you, ya know? you've been less talkative than usual n' I didn't mean it, baby." He mumbled, massaging your hips with his fingers. Finally breaking the eye contact, you took sudden interest of the cracks in the tiles.

"I didn't mean it, 'm serious. You're my cutie, ain't that right, angel?" You slightly nodded your head, not really believing him.

Gojo sighed, then took you in his arms, carrying you in bridal style. His long legs weren't long taking you two out of the bathroom. "If ya don't believe me, ill show ya, angel."

Looking at his face and over his shoulder back and forth, putting your hand on his chest.

"H-Hey.. wait! The snacks!"

"I have my snack here, we'll be alright.."

𝑫​𝑰​𝑫​ ​𝒀​𝑨​ ​𝑬​𝑵​𝑱​𝑶​𝒀​?​ ​𝑫​𝑶​𝑵​𝑻​ ​𝑩​𝑬​ ​𝑺​𝑯​𝒀​,​ ​��​𝑬​𝑩​𝑳​𝑶​𝑮​𝑮​𝑰​𝑵​𝑮​ ​𝑶​𝑹​ ​𝑪​𝑶​𝑴​𝑴​𝑬​𝑵​𝑻​𝑰​𝑵​𝑮​ ​𝑰​𝑺​ ​𝑨​𝑳​𝑾​𝑨​𝒀​𝑺​ ​𝑯​𝑬​𝑳​𝑷​𝑺​!​ ​

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[mannnnon]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 • @subtextboy.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈, 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA praça tinha aquele ar de coisa improvisada demais. Luzes penduradas por fios visivelmente frágeis, caixas de som que chiavam quando o vento mudava de direção. Um homem cantava uma canção. Eu encostei no canto, braços cruzados, sem muita intenção de ficar. Mas aí meus olhos encontraram o cartaz, torto, pendurado com fita crepe. "a partir de 19h" Sorri de lado. O tipo de coisa que me pegava de jeito — feito carta escrita. Minhas mãos já estavam úmidas. Os pés, inquietos. Era idiota, mas eu sentia aquele velho calor subir pelo corpo como um reflexo involuntário.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNinguém se levantou quando o cantor terminou. E antes que eu mesma pudesse me convencer do contrário, dei dois passos. Depois mais dois. E quando percebi, estava subindo o palco como se tivesse sido chamada. O adolescente do microfone — uma criatura franzina com um boné vermelho torto e um sorriso inseguro — apenas fez um gesto com a cabeça. Tomei o centro do palco. Senti o chão ceder sob meu peso. Respirei fundo. O som da praça se apagou. A brisa leve carregava o cheiro de algodão-doce e alguma coisa frita. Mas ali, de pé, o mundo estreitou até caber dentro do silêncio da minha garganta. E eu falei.

━━━━━━━━ Il n’y a pas de honte à aimer trop. Il n’y en a que dans le silence. ━━━━━━━━ Minha voz saiu limpa, firme, como se tivesse estado presa ali o tempo todo, só esperando a chance de respirar. Comecei a andar devagar pelo palco, me permitindo cair no corpo da personagem. Uma mulher despedaçada. Um amor abandonado. Cada palavra saía rasgando por dentro, como faca bem afiada.

━━━━━━━━ Je me suis noyée dans ton absence. Et même ça, tu ne l’as pas vu. ━━━━━━━━ Me inclinei levemente, mãos tremendo em gestos contidos, olhos voltados ao horizonte de uma dor inventada — mas que ainda era minha, de alguma forma. A plateia ficou quieta. Tão quieta que eu ouvia o papel do cartaz balançar ao vento. Fiz a pausa certa. O silêncio certo. E o fim veio como deveria. ━━━━━━━━ Je t’attends encore. Idiotement. Entièrement.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCurvei o corpo em um gesto mínimo, quase imperceptível. Um agradecimento mudo. Eles ficaram confusos. A primeira palma demorou, depois veio outra, e então cessaram rápido, como se o público não soubesse se eu deveria ser aplaudida já que esperavam outra canção. Eu não me importava. Desci do palco com o coração batendo errado, o sangue quente, os olhos marejando sem permissão. Continuei andando. Montelune parecia menor agora. Ou eu, talvez, um pouco maior.

[celivailles]

                         ⠀⋆⠀⠀꣑୧ ⠀۟⠀⠀#    acredito   que   você   me   deve   uma   dança   .   a   euforia   que   habita   em   seu   âmago   é   incomparável   !   a   felicidade   genuína   não   deriva   somente   da   magia   natalina   .    parte   desta   é   de   responsabilidade   de   sua   adorável   companhia   a   quem   partilha   de   momentos   de   riso   e   aconchego   .     embora   não   esteja   bêbada      —   em   respeito   à   princesa   alexis      —      parte   de   sua   valentia   deriva   deste   .   uma   dose   modesta   de   vinho   tinto   que   ,   em   algum   momento   ,   acalentou   mais   do   que   somente   a   alma   de   céline   .   o   pedido   que   derivou   de   seus   lábios   carmesim   instiga  uma   ansiedade   gostosa   e   ,   quiçá   ,   borboletas   imaginárias  que   dançam   por   toda   a   barriga   .      mas   ,   ao   contrário   do   que   imaginou   ,   não   existe   tremular   da   voz   tampouco   vermelhidão   sobre   a   derme   .   você   me   disse   que   eu   poderia     pedir   qualquer   coisa   .     então   o   sorriso   cativou   a   alma   da   francesa   com   ímpar   frenesi   ;   a   sinestesia   do   formigar   da   palma   da   mão   em   ansiedade   .      uma   dança   em   troca   de   uma   história   ,   princesa   .      não   há   dúvida   que   existe   curiosidade   mútua   entre   as   duas   e   ,   para   ser   honesta   ,   céline   almeja   prolongar   os   momentos   de   conversa   com   alexis   .     uma   dança   então   ?      ora   ,   embora   não   vá   admitir   ,   a   garota   havia   de   fato  ensaiado   convidá-la   para   uma   dança   .   afinal   ,   não   compreende   o   porquê   ,   mas   quando   se   trata   da   princesa   chilena   ,   a   francesa   sempre   é   embebida   sobre   um   néctar   de   timidez   .    o   que   felizmente   não   acontece   agora   —   ao   menos   por   enquanto   .                          

[okwonyo]

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[mannnnon]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 • @pagliarvlo.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 𝗋𝗎𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖺, 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺́𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗈.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs pedras da calçada eram disformes, velhas, provavelmente da mesma época em que Montelune foi fundada. Eu devia ter prestado mais atenção, mas estava ocupada tentando equilibrar duas sacolas de compras, o vinho barato e a própria frustração acumulada do dia. Um passo em falso, um pedaço de pedra maldita mais alto que os outros e — pronto. Caí de bunda no meio da calçada, com um baque surdo e pouco gracioso. Não escorreguei, não tropecei com leveza, não tive nenhum pingo de dignidade no processo. Simplesmente caí. Como se o universo tivesse decidido me colocar no meu devido lugar: sentada, derrotada, no meio de uma ruazinha esquecida de Montelune. Algumas pessoas olharam, é claro. O tipo de olhar que se desvia rápido demais pra parecer educado. Nenhum oferecimento de ajuda, só aquela típica reação de quem se pergunta se deve se importar e decide que não. Eu só fiquei ali. Respirei fundo, afastei uma mecha de cabelo do rosto e, com toda a calma que me restava, tirei a garrafa de vinho da sacola. Um vinho tinto dos mais baratos, cuja rolha já parecia meio solta. Olhei ao redor, depois para o céu, e, por fim, coloquei a borda da garrafa entre os dentes. Um estalo seco. Um leve puxão com a mão. Rolha fora. Bebi um gole.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA brisa da noite passou pelos meus ombros, sussurrando algo que eu preferi não escutar. Montelune estava barulhenta, mas me atentei ao som distante de uma música. A luz da lua caía oblíqua, bonita demais pro estado em que eu me encontrava. Quase uma ironia. E então, bem à minha frente, uma criança atravessou a rua correndo. Pequena, risonha, com o casaco aberto balançando atrás dela como asas improvisadas. Correu direto para os braços do pai, que a ergueu no ar com facilidade, girando-a uma, duas vezes. Eles riram juntos. Ela gritou algo e ele respondeu com um beijo na bochecha. Louis fazia isso comigo. Quando eu era pequena. Quando tudo era diferente. A garganta fechou de repente e não foi culpa do vinho. Eu senti aquela coisa estranha crescer dentro do peito, como um soluço preso. Pisquei rápido. Uma, duas vezes. Não. Não aqui. Não agora. Outro gole. Seco. Talvez eu estivesse caindo aos poucos em Montelune, mesmo tentando lutar contra. Mas ali, sentada na calçada, sentindo a pedra fria nas costas e o gosto do vinho barato na boca, eu soube: às vezes, o fundo do poço vinha com céu estrelado.