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𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇/𝒐 {𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔}

ʚ so finally your f/o popped the question, or maybe you did, you have been loving each other long enough to know that you wanted to spend this life and all the others to come together.

ʚ imagine being able to wake up everyday next to your f/o, hearing their morning voice and annoyed pout because they want to spend all day in bed with you, but instead you have responsabilities to take care of.

ʚ imagine your f/o intertwining fingers with you, gazing at your wedding rings, whispering to your ears how proud they're of being your spouse.

ʚ imagine making breakfast together, this time as a married couple, and although it's not the first time you make breakfast together, it just feels different when you get to do it with your f/o as a wife, or husband.

ʚ imagine your f/o introducing you as their spouse. ♡

ʚ imagine your initials and theirs engraved on the wedding ring, followed by a "forever yours in every lifetime" written in their native language, and yours.

ʚ imagine the cold silver, gold, bronze or metallic feeling of their wedding ring on your neck when they go for a possesive kiss.

ʚ imagine their romantic gesture of kissing your knuckles then your ring finger, their satisfied smirk as they look at it.

ʚ in case that you agreed to take their last name, imagine them calling you Mr/Mrs (their l/n)

ʚ or imagine them taking yours and you being the one who get to call them that way.

ʚ imagine them just casually rolling the ring between their fingers, as they're focused on a task and fidgeting with it makes them focus more easily.

ʚ oh, but imagine their broken heart and sad eyes when you take your wedding ring off during an argument, a ring that has never left your hand until that day.

ʚ imagine them putting your wedding ring back in your finger making you promise you will never take it off again.

just imagine being married to your f/o

©️𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨 ♡ reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

“we can’t be together, my love. for i am cursed to be a basketball dracula forever” said basketball dracula as he leapt into a solemn slam dunk from half court. his lover cried immediately

coding got me saying shit like “target the child” “assign its class” “override its inheritance” like the third wife of a dying oil baron discovering his of-age son born out of wedlock

I don't need a job, I need to be loaded up on estrogen and kidnapped by horny tgirls to be their toy/pet

🧟‍♀️TONIGHT🧟‍♀️

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