You Just Gotta Call Me Out For Painting On The Walls, Huh?

You just gotta call me out for painting on the walls, huh?

Fucking call me Kaveh then- (Writing on the walls reference lol)

1 Love the pfp

2 do you do HSR requests?

Awe thanks babe, the pfp was actually designed by @kimaswork and they painted it on the wall haha. They do tat designs when they're bored and are always looking for inspo so send some ideas their way if you want.

And yes I'll try to do a HSR, but I'm new to the game so... be patient lol

Won't be posting for awhile

Might end up going back to the psychward again lmao

Got a bit slice happy and my left shoulder probably won't look the same again but that's finnneeeeee- just part of the life

But ye, probs won't be posting for a hot minute unless it hits me like a freight train.

Okay I love this, it's so sweet and I think it's also really relatable cuz I sure as shit don't think I'm desirable. (probs why I'm still single lol)

Your thirties, everyone says they're the best years. All your friends found husbands or wives and have gotten married and had four kids or so. And then there was you. 32, single, with a few friends and a nightshift job every couple of days with hellish hours but decent pay.

In all honesty, you gaslighted yourself into thinking you were happy because let's be honest, therapy is too expensive these days. But thankfully your luck was about to change.

Ya see, behind your back your friends were gathering intel on simple things like, what's your type, what do you like, interests, needs, stuff like that. And what did they do with all this knowledge? They passed to your parents who you had cut off for being in your business too much, like now.

As you went from your day to day your friends and family planned and signed a marriage certificate to someone you haven't even met yet. So you, unknowingly, were now married to a stranger.

Days later as you were at one of your favorite coffee shops, where you met with one of your friends whom you chatted with for hours before the topic slipped and soon you were fuming. "YOU DID WHAT?!" You shouted as you stood, slamming your hands on the table. "W-we thought it was for the best, your parents said-" They began before you silenced them abruptly. "My familial matters shouldn't concern you Monica!" You practically screeched as you rapidly gathered a teacake or two and your latte before storming out of the café, leaving the rest of the onlookers to awkwardly stare at Monica.

Hurried steps carried you to your apartment and inside before you shut and locked the door. The heel of your hand wiped against your eye as you smeared your tears away. "God.. Why!?" You cried out as you went to your room to sit on your bed and eat what remained of your teacakes. You knew stress eating was a terrible habit of yours but it always made you feel better. Setting your latte on your nightstand you curled up on your bed wondering how your friends could've betrayed you like this, saying it was for the best? From your family it was understandable, it's why you cut them off- but your friends??

After hours of attempting to calm yourself down by watching shows, eating snacks, and taking catnaps, you were finally calm enough to fix yourself up to head back out to town. You figure after such a rough bout you should try to cheer yourself up, perhaps some retail therapy from that trinket shop you liked?

But the moment you opened the door, the overpowering scent of roses, lavender, and zinnias hit you. "Agh!" You exclaimed in shock. Stepping back from the strong smells, the backside of your hand covered your nose as you look in front of you to see a bouquet of flowers.

"So sorry!" You heard a rough voice come from behind the massive bouquet. "I hadn't thought you would be coming out at the moment. I was just about to knock actually..." Taking a few steps back with a cough or two to clear your senses, you looked up to see a tall red-haired fellow. From the setting sun behind them contrasting too much, your eyes couldn't see them too well, but you could very well assume they were male due to the deep tone of their voice and the incredible height.

"I'm sorry?" You said in a questioning tone. "I'm not expecting anyone, I think you got the wrong apartment." A nervous yet gentle smile graced your lips as you tried to kindly get the man to leave. "Is this the address for ____?" "Well, yes that's me" You answer, rather confused at this point. "May I come in please? I'd like to speak with you-" His voice was smooth and it made you want to melt but you also had no clue who this man was. He seemed like a fine gentleman and like a good character, so deciding to go with your gut, you stepped back into your apartment and help open the door.

He thanked you as he stepped through the door, his heavy black boots thudding on your wood floors. "Introductions first," He starts as he turns to you and places the massive bouquet in your small arms. "My name is Diluc and you my dear are now, well.... mine." He says as gently as possible.

Despite how gently he broached the topic, the way he phrased his words irked you. "'Yours'? And exactly what does that mean? Mr.Diluc?" He kneeled down to unbuckle his boots and take them off before standing tall before you once more and taking the flowers from your arms to place them on the nearby table. "Let's go sit and talk, shall we?" He asked, though the request sounded more like a demand.

With a quiet huff you walked to your small living area and dropped yourself onto an armchair. "Now start talkin'. What's all thus about me being 'yours'?" You began, tone laced with sass and a tinge of anger.

He let out what sounded to be a... nervous chuckle? Did you intimate him? Before you had the chance to think any further into his actions he cleared his throat. "Ahem, pardon my choice of words. I meant no offense. What I meant was that you are now my spouse." Your brain broke at the last word. Did you hear that right? "I beg your pardon? Spouse?" He nods. "We are now wed my dear."

Looking at him you felt both relief and fear. Reliefe because at least he looked good and seemed like a nice guy but utterly terrified because you had no clue who this man was. "O-okay... I'm married now." You say absolutely dumbfounded. "What am I supposed to do now?" You ask him as your previous anger simmered down into confusion and timidness. "Now we wade into these unknown waters together. I'll care for you and give you time to adjust of course but know that I'm still beside you with my arms wide open for you to fall into." He says softly as he finally sits down beside you and takes your hands in his. His hands engulfed yours entirely, making your tiny ones completely disappear between his long, thick digits.

Nervous as you were, you couldn't deny the facts.

1 This man was hot as hell, I mean- sexy as sin itself

2 If you decline this one another will be thrown your way

And 3 You don't have the money nor the heart to file for a divorce.

"F-fine..." You complied. "But we're taking things slow, got it? Like dating, hitting all the bases, the whole bit-" You state, putting your conditions on the table first moment you get. He nods. "Completely understandable, I will respect you and your conditions so long as you can mine." He counters. "And those would be?"

"You move in with me."

Not proofread, just had fun, like if you liked it and if I should continue or leave it be, love you babes and I'm going to bed, night! <3

arranged marriage but with a reader in their early thirties who thinks they’re not desirable and the man who they’re promised to also being in his thirties and glad to be marrying someone his age and is completely smitten with them

Since I've already been called out (Fuck you too @zhonglis-little-slvt) here's a few of my works

Yall ever just hear the most out there shit and be like-

"You do you, I'll do me, and thank God we ain't doing eachother bro."

When you're just existing then your brain kicks in and you ruin your own vibe.