#v; issues

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speckledbodt

Marco cast his eyes downwards.. He loved Jean.. He loved him  more than anything in the world.. But what if staying with him  resulted in getting him hurt.. Would it be worth it?

Nothing was worth getting the person he cared for most hurt.

“Jean.. If I stay, you’ll get hurt.. I can’t have that.. I wouldn’t..  I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let something happen to you..  It’d be unbearable..” He mumbled softly. His heart was slowly cracking  and chipping away.. This hurt..

His lip trembled.. It was hard for him to even speak. “Listen..  You know I love you.. I love you so much.. That’s why you  shouldn’t be around me. I’ll bring you down.. and you know it,” 

Jean couldn't believe his ears as Marco spoke.. He couldn't believe his ears, honestly. He loved the handsome brunet as much and for as long as he could remember, and hearing him say these things was bringing startling thoughts to mind.

Jean couldn't imagine not having Marco by his side.

"Do I look like I'm hurt right now..? Baby, it'd hurt me if you leave.. I couldn't care less if something happens to me, I just want to be with you.." Came a brittle whisper, the wounded blond trying to not break.

"I love you too Marco.. More then anything.. that's why we need to stay strong, and stay together.. I love you so much; l'amour, that's..  that's why i'm staying.. you're not going to bring me down, how could you?"

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Danny let out a deep breath as he knocked on Annie’s door. He looked left and right nervously, running his tongue over his lips. In his hand, he held a small blue velvet box, and in it was a diamond ring on a silver band that fit Annie’s finger. He had borrowed one of her rings to see what size he needed, and he was ready to propose.

[knightofsatellite-blog]

mz-hxde replied to your post:Kissed

"You know you’ve got that many that me kissing you anywhere is a risk of me kissing a scar. I just shouldn’t kiss you at all" she glared back before waddling slightly to the kitchen

"Well excuse me for having had a fucking horrible life." He shouted, watching her walk before shaking his head. "I'm not dealing with that shit today." And with that his face was once again resting against the pillow.

[knightofsatellite-blog]

Kissed

29. Scars

Being his teenage self, Kiryu’s body temperature wasn’t as low as it would have been if he would be his rightful age, resulting in him letting out a few curses at the heat of the desert he was living in. Why  exactly did he think this was a good idea?

Groaning, the young mayor was laying on the couch in only his boxers, one arm dangling off of one side, his face buried in the coolness of the pillow. He couldn’t be bothered to move for hours, but something changed when he suddenly felt a pair of lips on the scar decorating his left shoulder.

In a matter of seconds, he shot up and glared at his girlfriend. "I thought we talked about this. Hands and lips off of my scars unless I say it’s okay."