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when you're reading a fic and they sprinkle in references that fit the time inside the fic and you realize the writer understands cultural context so you lowkey just ascend
officially yours . sukuna x f!reader : sukuna asks you to be his girlfriend
after a few more dates with you sukuna decides its time that he actually makes this official. he has taken you on about four dates already, all of them ending really well.
you seem to like his presence and he definitely really loves yours. hes grown comfortable with you as well, still a little blushy but not as much.
he takes you out on a car ride today. he stops and gets some junk food before driving to the park. you both eat in the car, talking about nothing and everything.
sukuna finds himself laughing much easier when he's with you. he watches you take big bites of food, glad you're comfortable with him.
some crumbs collect at the corners of your mouth and he reaches out to wipe the off. you stop talking and stare at him before punching his shoulder softly.
"stop trying to flirt with me." you say shyly, giggling a little.
sukuna laughs with you, stealing one of your fries.
he doesn't say anything, just continues watching you eat happily. you don't notice at first, too busy talking and eating but then his silence gets noticable.
you look at him to see him already looking at you. he looks lost in thought, not even listening to your rambles anymore.
you reach out and shake his arm softly. "sukuna?"
he snaps out of his thoughts. "hm?"
"what are you thinking about?" you ask, curiously. you munch on a fry, awaiting his answer.
he keeps his eyes on you, hesitating for a few moments.
"actually, i have something to ask you."
you take a sip of your drink before shifting to look at him. "okay, what is it?"
sukuna sits up, taking your hand in his. you tilt your head, noticing the serious look in his eyes.
"i really like you. i mean, you already know that but what im trying to say is, i really love this. our dates are so much fun and i love talking to you over the phone. i love hearing you laugh and seeing you smile."
he pauses for a second. his eyes are still on yours and he looks a little nervous. you decide to lighten the mood a bit, just to get him comfy.
"are you proposing?" you ask with wide eyes.
the serious look in his eyes fade as he laughs are your question. you smile when you realize he's relaxed now.
"no, well, not to be your husband."
you tilt your head. "hm?"
"i...i really wanna be your boyfriend. i want you to be my girlfriend. i want to be your person and you to be mine. if you want to of course. its up to you."
you smile and squeal. "yes! are you kidding? of course i do!"
sukuna lets out a sigh and brings your hand up to his lips. his kisses your knuckles softly before looking back at you.
"thank god, i was seriously about to have a panic attack."
you laugh softly.
you both finish eating your food before he drives your house. as always, he helps you out of the car and walks you to your door. you look at him with a smile arms already wrapped around his neck.
sukuna hugs your waist tightly. "bye, girlfriend."
you giggle, admiring him for a few moments. "bye, boyfriend."
sukuna smiles kissing your cheek before letting you go. you turn around to unlock your door when his voice stops you.
"hey, wait."
you turn around. "what?"
he stands still for a few seconds before cupping your cheeks. he leans in close, looking at your lips and then your eyes.
"is it too early for-"
you cut him off, closing the distance. your lips press against his gently, moving with admiration and warmth. sukuna pulls you closer with his hands still cupping your cheeks.
its a quick kiss, nothing too intimate, but it sure does feel that way. when he pulls away his cheeks are hot and his ears are even hotter.
you smile and press a quick kiss on his cheek before running inside.
he drives all the way home with a smile on his lips.
as he gets into bed he recieves a text
my love ๐ฉท : goodnight, boyfriend.
he chuckles to himself, responding to you immediately.
๐๋งํด ๐ฆฏโโโ martin edwards x fem!reader ; lovers
va hรคnder ยฟ? โโ the rare occurrence that martin's the one who finds you working far too late, and not the other way around.
sin talking โโ listen to me ...
to all you hard workers out there that really deserve a good night's sleep
I've got work !
YOU'VE ?? got work !
you're in that half-asleep, barely-there state where the words on the page turn to mush and your surroundings turn to lumps.
8 hours; that's how long you've had your math books splayed out and taunting you. you must be breaking some sort of record with this non-stop studying. from the moment you got home, from school, might I add, you've been focused on nothing but the test at the end of this week. you're one good grade away from reaching that final mark you've been yearning for, and this time you won't let the opportunity slip away.
so you've been slaving away, keeping all distractions at bay. you've got your noise-cancelling headphones on, your hair tied back and out of your face, and your phone turned off. nothing, nothing would strip you of this again. because god knows how many times you've been here before.
procrastinating was a specialty of yours, and you've always had to pay the price of this curse. disappointing grade after the other, they've stacked up, built a brick wall that you plan on demolishing this time around.
but now it's 2 am, unbeknownst to you. for all you know, it's still 9 pm. since your curtains create enough coverage to conceal the streetlights and darkened sky, you're convinced it's still appropriate to keep going.
you could've kept going til the sun decided to wake up the world, but there was one aspect that stopped you, one thing you couldn't divert forever. MARTIN.
at around 6 pm, he came over. he knew you would be studying all day, but the two of you haven't had the opportunity to hang out for nearly a week. and subsequently, it's not actually your fault, but MARTIN'S. but that's a bit harsh,ย given that he doesn't have much control over his schedule.
it's rehearsal, and then it's a performance, and after that, it's another interview, and if he isn't on camera, he's in the studio, spending hours creating the next best thing. it's always something, but not today; shocking, right? him having no work, while you're drowning in it.
it's an unusual occurrence, one that's never happened up until now: him sleeping in your bed while you're staring down at the papers with vigor.
the actual plan was enjoying each other's presence. MARTIN came over, ordered takeout; the two of you ate together in comfortable silence. then he spent his time in your room with either a book he found on your shelf, with your gaming console, or his phone.
even without you two interacting, you managed to indulge in the other. MARTIN felt refueled just having entered your room, your mere breathing soothing. and you don't know if you'd have enough energy to keep going this long if it weren't for him.
but then the later hours arrived, 10 pm passed, and then 11 pm.
MARTIN brushes his teeth with the toothbrush that's reserved for him each time he comes round, and then he washes his face. walking back into your bedroom, he sees you still hunched over numbers and equations. he smiles, nearly bittersweetly.
"baby?" he says, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle calm. you perk your head up, meeting his gaze as you turn your head and shift one headphone off your ear.
he smiles softly, placing a kiss on your temple. "it's getting quite late," he whispers into your skin. you lay a hand on his chest simply to feel him, but you get the blessing of feeling his heartbeat calmly vibrating against your palm.
you exhale, a small wave washing over your tense shoulders. "I know," you answer, moving your hand to his shoulder as his lips leave your temple to look you in the eye. "you go ahead, I'll be done in twenty."
but you weren't done in twenty minutes, not even thirty minutes. it's been hours, and you're not just tired, you're frustrated too. nothing made sense anymore, and your exhaustion surely didn't help. everything just felt impossible with this pounding head of yours and these math problems that didn't even resemble math anymore.
you sigh roughly enough for your throat to burn, and your fingers tingle with a need to crimp together. in your hazy gaze and sharp-edged breaths, you push your books away from you, no matter which way they went. it wasn't aggressive per se, it was more in irritation. a way of saying "get away from me", as if seeing another number might kill you.
you plant your head in your hands, defeated, completely surrendered to the basics of surviving, because the only thing keeping you afloat is your subconscious breathing.
despite your oblivion, the previous commotion caused one of your books to fall from your desk, landing on the ground with a thud. due to your headphones, you didn't even register the fall, but MARTIN surely did.
he's shaken from his sleep, eyes heavy and brows furrowed. in two slow minutes, MARTIN manages to brush his hair back with one hand before reaching for his phone, the time shining with vigor. 2:14 am.
with a simple turn of his neck, he sees the sight he wishes not to witness: you still awake. you're hunched over a few straggling papers in a splayed-out mess, your hair betwixt your fingers, body tense and strained. even in MARTIN'S slumped state and foggy sight, he gets out of bed with no problem. he has bigger concerns than his interrupted slumber.
he says your name, but you don't hear him. so, with light steps, he makes his way over, only ever grabbing your attention when his hand reaches for your shoulder. in bewilderment, you take off your headphones, only ever unscrunching your eyebrows when you look up and see your concerned boyfriend.
MARTIN says your name again, only this time you hear the rasp and worry in his voice. "what are you doing up?" he says, and despite the ever-gripping want to simply pick you up and tuck you into bed, he takes hold of your hands, easing you out of the chair you've been sitting in all day.
you sigh heavily, nearly falling into his grasp as he wraps his arm around you in a hug. with your eyes closed and body almost limp in his touch, you answer, or more so, say: "I'm tired," in this exhausted exhale, your voice forming against how your cheek is squished against the flat of his chest.
you feel the rumble of his chest against your smushed cheek when he chuckles. "I would've never guessed," MARTIN teases, letting one hand pet your hair.
in the span of merely a few minutes, you're draped in the hoodie he came with, a black one with a rapper you don't know on it, and scooped up into bed. your tense body is clad in blankets, and your aching head is supported and soothed by a mountain of pillows.
MARTIN makes sure that the duvet is snuggled against you, keeping you cozy and protected under the immense pressure you've put yourself through. and when you lie there, eyes closed, shoulders relaxed, and breath even, MARTIN really takes his time before he himself falls asleep too.
he brushes stray pieces of air away from your face, gently tucking them under your hood. even with the excessive amount of comforters covering you, he still makes room for himself, lacing your limbs with his. your legs intertwined, your face lands comfortably flush against his shirt. your exhales spark warmth on his skin while your inhales breathes cold air into his neck.
it's all so warm and quiet; it's peaceful. MARTIN finally falls asleep again, knowing heโll wake up next to you, knowing work won't get in the way.
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there's a little boy sitting on satoru's lap, and other kids running around his lovely home. today when his children and grandchildren come to visit him and you. "who is this little guy, satoru?"
"he's our youngest grandson, sweets." satoru always uses that pet name to you, since you start dating. his face has wrinkle now, but you still see him the same as you remember.
"oh how lovely, look at him, he has blue eyes like you, satoru."
you have dementia since six months ago, start to forget your grandchildren names. it makes your children concern, so they come visit at holiday. satoru as your devoted husband never leave you alone. when you wake up he's there, cooking together, and walking hand to hand around housing estate.
then you hear your other grandchildren run toward you. "granny grandpa... tell us a story." they try to snuggle on you and satoru that sit on the couch. your children and their spouses come join in the living room, "oh no, grandpa would tell us that story again." says one of your children makes satoru chuckle.
"when grandpa was young, i met an angel in human body." the grandchildren look up at him with curious eyes, while your own children groan, knowing the story more than anything. it was the story you and satoru began.
the room feels warm and alive in that moment. a lot of photos in frames, every moment satoru took since you together. at highschool when you still blushing and giddy, the wedding, family photo, now a big family with your grandchildren.
the children already fall asleep now with their parents. you sit on vanity, you brush your hair and put on hair pin. satoru emerges from the bathroom, wearing his best suit. this all because you want a date with him tonight. you wear a dress that match his eyes color.
"how do i look, satoru?" you look up at him, blushing like when you were young. satoru smiles and gently lead you to the bed, hands on your waist.
"you're beautiful, sweets." his voice is so soft, you feel like you fall in love again. he leans in to press a kiss on your forehead, on your wrinkles that he loves about you. satoru's glad that he could go this far with you, aging with you.
you hug him and tuck head under his chin. "it's time, satoru, I'm scared to go alone."
"don't worry, sweets, I'll go with you."
so you lay on the his arms, and close your eyes. satoru humming your favorite song and rubs your back. his hand stops when there's no movement on you. he looks on your peaceful death. "sweets?"
a single tear escapes from satoru's eye, but he continues humming and everything slowly getting dark.
when satoru opens his eyes, the breeze makes leaves and branches dancing on the tree, sunlight so bright, and the warm presence tucked beside him, you, in the same dress you wore.
"took you long enough, satoru." you smile, no wrinkle, no white hair. just young like the first time he saw you.
satoru pulls you closer and kiss the top of your head, you smell sweet, so this is heaven. "I'm sorry for making you wait alone, sweet."
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