#forever?

[wiidoodles]

They're besties in my heart

[thesleepyskipper]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Holy shit, I can't believe it's been almost a month since I had something to share...

Thank you for all the tags though!!! I feel like I've been going through the motions in a haze since the summer ended.

And special thanks to @iboatedhere for the tag today after an epic day of finishing not one but two WIPs yesterday (but only one I can share right now, as the other is for @anywhere-with-you-event).

So here are some sentences from my upcoming @flufftober piece for the October 30th prompt "Forever?". Somehow both of my pieces ended up involving the sweet pup David 🐶

As they walked through the park to the off-leash area where David loved to run free and fetch sticks (and other people’s balls, dog toys, sticks they threw to their own dogs, etc), they would always use the time to touch base with each other. Sometimes it was about mundane things like bill payments or vet appointments or what groceries they needed that week. Other times their conversations veered towards more fun topics, like the latest work drama, vacation ideas, or party invites. 

Today, however, it was a combination of the two as they were discussing the necessity to visit Henry’s family in London for Christmas, including his crotchety old grandmother. She was by far the worst person in either of their families, maybe on Planet Earth, and they usually tried to avoid her at all costs, as a general life rule. She was racist and homophobic, which meant she completely disapproved of their relationship, so never seeing her was honestly fine with them, given that they lived on another continent with an entire ocean separating them. She was also the reason that Henry had moved to New York in the first place, so maybe Alex should be thanking her in some weird roundabout way? 

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[thatbuddie]

sometimes it’s impossible not to succumb under the thought that you are going to be you for the rest of your life and your parents are going to be your parents for the rest of your life and your issues with them will be your issues with them for the rest of your life. it’s just so exhausting, so incredibly crushing.

[leniania]

I don't love him with my heart or mind. I love him with my soul, in case my mind forgets, and my heart stops beating.

[respectthepetty]

Chica, doesn’t Dead Friend Forever translate to El Amigo Muerto Para Siempre? Why you gasping in Spanish? 🤣

Anon, that's the problem! Tell me why in English, I keep writing "Dead Friend Forever" and the words are absolutely meaningless, but the second I saw them in Spanish, I was like

HE'S DEAD?!

He's a Dead Friend?!

He's a Dead Friend . . . FOREVER?!

Sometimes it takes seeing something in another language for the connection to connect, you know? I had to hurt my own feelings in another language for me to come to the realization that

Non. Might. Be. Dead.

Pero no quiero que esté muerto.

In English, it just sounds like "Best Friend Forever" pero en español?

But . . . I'm not subscribing to that negativity, and my boy is alive. In my mind, el amigo muerto is all these other amigos who are about to die out there in the woods.

[lovelydialeonard]

Everything I'd ever pinned any happiness or hope on is gone.

[girl8890]

Forever?

{ Alice in Borderland Master List }

Summary: You and Takatora, Last Boss, have been dating for awhile. You and the Borderlands are the only things that make him feel alive. Even after all this time you’ve spent together, you never talked about you leaving Borderland if you had the chance. He’s finally found out, but he’s not taking it so well.

Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Violence, Angst. 

Rated: V

Note: Anything in italics is from the past but not before Borderlands. 

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Everyone’s thinks your speciality is hearts or diamonds. It makes sense since you used to study the brain everyday in school. Everyone knows you as the psychology student that picked the brain of one particular person enough to fall in love with you, but what they don’t know is you used defend yourself against swords and fists ever day at your family’s gym.

That particular man, the person you’ve grown to love so much, is currently standing in front of you. Katana pointed towards your heart. With anger written all over his face.

He’s never done this before. He’s never pointed his katana at you before. The people around you, yes. The people trying to attack you, yes.

Now your looking at the end of Takatora’s Katana, defenseless and confused. Wondering where it all went wrong.

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“Takatora, stop it!” You squeak and laugh out in between fits of giggles.

Takatora has you pinned underneath him in bed. He’s been tickling your sides for what feels like hours, but you know it’s really only been 5 minutes.

He’s stops his torture and smiles down at you. That smile that’s only observed by you. Only created because of you.

“Sorry, I can’t help it - your so beautiful.” His voice is small when he talks, but you love his shyness towards you.

Everything is so perfect with him.

———————————

Everything right now isn’t even close to perfect.

His Katana has been pointed at you for about a minute now, and neither of you have said anything.

He convinced you this morning to meet up at this abandone building after the games. You didn’t think anything of it, but looking back you notice a different in his behavior with you. 

Something you should of caught onto so easily, you completely ignored at the time.

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You pulled your shirt over your head and looked down at your finished outfit. Your finally all changed and ready to go to the games. You glance to your left and see Takatora staring out the window, sitting in a chair, katana clenched in between his hands. You raise an eyebrow at him even though you know he can’t see it. “Tor, what’s wrong?”

He glances at the sound of his nickname, but doesn’t do anything further. You can tell by his mannerisms that something’s been bothering him all day. You know you shouldn’t try to bring anything hectic up before a game, but you can’t help yourself to want to help whatever is bothering your boyfriend.

You walk over to him, and kneel in front of him. Hands on his knees you rub your thumbs across his knee caps, but he still doesn’t look at you. You repeat yourself softly, trying to coax him into talking to you, “Hey Takatora. What’s wrong, baby? Whatever it is, we can fix it.”

You watch his left eye twitch. Whatever’s bothering him isn’t just making him have a bad day, but angering him. One thing you should never do, is anger this particular militant. You may just end up sliced in two. “Met me at the abandon building next to The Beach after the games.”

His voice was deeper than usual. You blink in surprise for his change in tone, but you nod your head in understanding anyway.

Then he leaves your shared room, and your standing there wondering what could be going on.

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Now you see it clear as day. This whole time he’s been bothered and angered by something you did.

Or, something he heard.

You look into Takatora’s eyes and you see that same anger from earlier. You put your hands up to show your going to cooperate. “Tor - whats wrong?”

That same question as earlier to. Now your voice sounds on edge, and you hope the ideas swimming in your head of what he’s going to do aren’t correct.

Takatora laughs, but it’s not a laugh because you made a joke or tickled at one of his sensitive spots. It’s laughter at something stupid you just said. “You really think you're going to leave me? Leave me!”

He really didn’t need to repeat himself, but as the sentence went on his anger bubbled out. You now fully have clarity of what’s going on.

He must of overheard you and Usagi talking yesterday. She asked you if given the chance would I leave Borderland’s, or stay with Takatora like he wants. It was a hard decision, but I have a family back home. Our real home.

I just wasn't expecting Takatora to find out this way. “Takatora, please just listen to me-“

“No! - you want t-to leave me. Leave me for a world that has no life in it! Leave me for a world I don’t want to be in again. To go somewhere without me. Well if I can't have you-.”

He stopped himself short. He didn't need to continue because you got the gist. You step back, but he follows you. Katana never faltering to being pointed at your chest. You try the first thing that come to mind and try to reason with him. “I love you, Takatora. That will never change, but I also have other people that love me back in Tokyo. The real Tokyo.”

That ended up being the worst thing to say because your words set him off. He swung his sword with the goal to slice you in half. You professionally maneuvered yourself around it. He continued to swing and swing at you, but because you defended yourself from similar sword all your life, all of his attacks were misses.

After 5 minutes of your game of cat and mouse, you being the mouse, you were able to deflect his katana in a way that sent it flying away.

Before he could pick it up, he looked you dead in the eyes. His emotions flooded to the surface. “You betrayed me! What happened to never leaving my side? What happened to forever?”

You never heard Takatora speak so much in one sitting, but he is asking good questions. 

What happened to forever?

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You moan out in pleasure as Takatora enters you. You scratch at his back and wrap your ankles around him to push him deeper inside you. He holds you protectively close to him and buries himself repeatedly inside of you.

He nips at your ears and neck, while you curl your toes at the feeling building in your stomach. Just before your about to climax he whispers into you ear, “Stay - stay with me forever.”

His words are short, but sweet enough to get you to your peek. His voice alone can set you off. You arch your back and cry out, “Yes! Always Takatora!”

What you didn’t know, is he took your cry of euphoria more literal then expected.

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You were to lost in thought to realize Takatora picked up his katana again. He didn’t want to wait until you figured out an answer.

You only woke from your day dream when you saw his katana was about to slice through you. And this is when you became thankful for all those hours spent at the family gym, defending yourself for these exact attack.

You brought your body sideways and slide towards him so the blade just misses your face. You take his hand holding his katana in hand and hold it in a death grip. You take control of both his hand and the katana by doing this. You move it so it points down instead of out and push it into to the ground. It cuts through the wood easily and splitters of wood fly out from the impact.

Now both your hands are wrapped around his one hand, and the handle to the katana. His chest is against your back and you feel his hot breath going down your neck.

You scrunch your eyes closed and try not to think about all the times you’ve been in this exact position together. 

Just with different circumstances.

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Your standing on the patio near the pool. You’re wearing only a bikini top and some not so short, shorts because it was actually kinda hot out. Your arms are crossed over your chest in annoyance of hearing all the people parting around you.

Right when you were about to leave, a very familiar katana was cut down in front of you. Being held in place by the wood of the patio. A arm snakes around your waist at the exact same time. Holding you against a hard chest behind you.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, but he made your announce disappear and become replaced with a smile. Takatora buried his face in your hair and you could hear him breath you in.

You wrapped your arms around the arm on your waist. You looked up to him and saw his eyes were already on you. You whispered so only he can hear, “I missed you.”

Then, you pushed up onto your tippy toes and kissed his lips. When you pulled apart he whispered back in the same quiet but sweet tone, “I missed you more.”

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As the flashback cleared you couldn’t help it, you started to cry. This exact position you’re both standing in, you’ve been in hundreds of times. It was like both your favorite ways to hold each other. He did it to keep you close and you allowed it because you loved the fact that he wanted to protect you.

You just never imagined you would one day need to protect yourself from him. That one day this position wouldn’t be out of love.

Your cried so hard you fell back onto him. He caught hold of you and you both dropped the katana to the ground.

As you both fell to the ground, you felt how stiff he was. Either from you falling or not knowing how to react to you right now.

You were in between his legs and had your face in your hands. You tried to stop your crying since this was obviously the worst time, but it just wouldn’t stop. He wants to kill you. He wants to kill you and it’s your fault. 

You only took your face out of your hands when you felt those familiar arms wrap around you. Takatora pulled you closer to his chest and crossed his ankles in front of you. Caging you in using his legs and arms.

You turned around in his arms and buried your face into his neck. He tried soothing you by caressing your hair, but that only made you cry harder.

It made you cry more because this is how he always comforted you. Either from your anxieties of the games, or because you missed your family.

He always knew you wanted to go back to the real Tokyo. It was just hearing you say it out loud cracked his heart.

When you finally stopped crying, you sniffled up the rest of your tears. You moved your face from his neck to rest against his chest. Listening to his steady heart beat. You stared at your tangled up feet and didn’t say anything for a few moments.

Just taking in the calm silence that was made up mer moments ago of swings from his katana. Swings that were aimed at you.

You breathed in heavily and tried to calm your rapid beating heart. Without looking at him, you spoke. “I don’t want to leave you, Takatora.”

He squeezed you closer to him. His heart started to beat faster and that made you think he doesn’t believe you. So, you decided to explain yourself. “I do love you whether you believe me or not. I will love you here in Bordelrand or out there in the real Tokyo. My whole life I was trained to defend myself from evil, but it wasn’t until I met you that I truly felt safe.”

His body relaxes at your words. You look up and see a million questions written on his face. Nobody knows about your families gym. It wasn’t information that you felt needed to be told.

Your skills weren't even needed before… until now. 

He casted his eyes away from you in shame. Shame for either actually trying to kill you, or from the fact that he still doesn’t want you to leave him. 

“I don’t want you to leave.” He whispered so low you almost didn’t catch what he said, but you did hear him. You turned your body until you were facing him head on.

You put your hands on his cheeks and rubbed your fingers across his face tattoos. Like you’ve done a thousand times before to calm him. Just like you expected he sighed in content by the feels of your finger. You both knew each other so well. 

“It not that I want to, Tor. I really don’t want to, but I can’t stay in this place either. I know you’ve never felt alive until you got here. I know if you were given the chance you would decide to stay, and i’ll understand that - but you also have to understand that if I was given the chance, I wouldn’t stay here.”

He took all this in and looked to be really thinking about everything you just said. Before his thoughts would travel in worse directions again, you explained to him why. “I have a family back home. A family that loves me. I’ve told you about them - just not everything. The reason I was so good at fighting before is because my father taught me to defend myself against people and swords. I can’t just forget about them. As much as I love you, and I really do, I can’t just stop loving them. And even if I do stay, what if I one day get killed?”

His eyes went wide and he shook his head rapidly. “That will never happen. I will protect you.”

And you knew he would. He would protect you with everything he’s got until the bitter end. But, that doesn’t stop you from listing the possibilities. “What if one day you couldn’t? What if one day, I did get killed. Either in the games or by someone else. I don’t want you to feel like life has no meaning again. That would break my heart - but it will also break my heart if I die before seeing my family again. I love you and want to be with you forever, but I also don’t want you to feel dead inside if I die or decide to leave.”

You could tell Takatora didn’t like what you were insinuating, but he knew what you were saying was right. This world was made to kill people. You could die tomorrow, or the next day. You’re never safe in Borderland. Hell, you almost died today by the person you trust most.

It’s a dangerous world out there. You both know this.

Takatora and you finally left the abandon building hand in hand. You both knew what would happen if you got the chance to leave, and he would have to respect your decision.

He just really hoped that day wouldn’t come anytime soon.