Marulo

So, a softer au that I thought up bc I remembered a prompt

Tattoo Artist x Flower/Coffee Shop Owner

Definitely Yuezhi

Jiang Yuelou as the tattoo artist, but somehow also very clean on his skin, like you can't find a single tattoo ink on his body, unlike how covered up his customers can become, but he's a really good artist nonetheless

Chen Yuzhi owns a coffee shop, where Keying loves to hang out around too, being taught how to make different caffeinated drinks by her big bro Yuzhi, and Yuzhi's shop makes really good coffees but has a very homey feel to it

Jiang Yuelou becomes more of a regular customer to the coffee shop because of work stress and staying up later due to how big the tattoos his clientele have been requesting keeping him up a lot later

Yuzhi notices this and starts to draw little cute patterns in the coffee, and writing messages for Yuelou to see

He does, and he loves it, and oneday finally decides to confront Yuzhi about it, discovering the hot barista who had been giving him he coffee

a friendship blooms nad Yuelou becomes even more of a regular to the coffee shop, even starts sharing some of his artistic designs with Yuzhi, who in turn gives his own sense, yuelou even deciding to take some inspiration from the coffees and their designs for his tattoos

How come, it’s been months already? 

I counted the seconds; they aimlessly wandered around, and then, having nothing else to do, gathered into minutes. It took more courage for minutes to gather in hours, but they did anyway. Hours slowly built up the days, and every seven days made it into a week. 

I know, how time works. I’m just not sure, it works for me. 

It’s not a straight line, I think. It’s more like a quagmire, and I’m drowning.

I looked at myself in the mirror again this morning, as I do every day. I look closely, I check, I perceive. Hey, you’d be proud of me, you know? Little by little, I merge my usual “I” with your vision of me. Because this is the best way to remember you - to live by your last words.

I’d like some certainty, you know? 

To come to terms.

But I keep thinking “If only..” I keep asking “What if..?”  So many of those. Like there are other paths, and it all could’ve work out differently. They throw me back days ago, then months ago, then years. All my life, since the day I met you. I keep searching for the answer, for the exact point, the moment, when I could’ve say something, do something. And you’d still be here.

“If”s are draining me. They are the lump in my throat, big and barbed. Sometimes is grows so big, it blocks the air from getting into my lungs. And in times like these, I wonder, maybe I should just stop breathing at all? Still easier, than to accept your absence.

What if. What if. What if.

And you’d still be here. 

Prayers never got me any good. Except of those, that were for you. 

But you can’t hear me now. You can’t hear at all. 

I know, it’s no use, I know it’s not possible, I know… I know. But I keep doing this, I keep asking. Not for a solace, not because of compassion.

For fairness. Because.

You took yourself away from me. It’s not fair, it’s so not fair. How could you do this to me? It’s not fair, can you hear me? 

It’s not fair! It’s not…

Come back to me.

Bring him back to me.

I don’t know if it is a prayer, I just repeat it over and over. Maybe I’m hoping these words will lose their meaning, if I’ll bounce them against every wall? Every wall of every empty room. I wander around them at night. You stood here, you smiled there, we had an argument, sitting in these chairs. And here, here you touched my shoulder. 

Come back to me.

@evanbuckleyweek >>> day one: favorite scene:

“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.”

it’s strange, but it’s true i can’t get over the way you love me like you do but i have to be sure, when i walk out that door oh, how i want to be free, baby oh, how i want to be free

    — FREDDIE MERCURY, QUEEN  [i want to break free]

Chen Yuzhi

Jiang Yuelou

Chu Ran

Chen Keying

Zhan Junbai

Yu Tangchun

Chu Min

Zhao Jingming

Song Rong

Sun Yongren

Chen Yuzhi: Ah-ah! [spritzes him with water]

Jiang Yuelou:

Chen Yuzhi:

Jiang Yuelou: What the actual fuck Yuzhi

Chen Yuzhi: I'm trying a new tactic to help curb your negative self-talk.

Jiang Yuelou: It's too late for m--