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watching anime is literally the easiest thing ever and yet i even put that off

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Not Yet

Jing Yuan x Reader

Fluff, established relationship 🌿 598 words

It’s difficult getting out of bed in the morning with someone as as clingy as the exhausted snugglebug named Jing Yuan

It’s rare that your work has you engaged beyond the end of Jing Yuan’s duties. On nights like that -if you’re able to work in the comforts of your shared home- Jing Yuan will often keep you company for a while, either getting ahead on his work for the next day or reading one of the old manuscripts he’s become so fond of to pass the time. Eventually, once the clock has tolled a certain hour, he starts yawning pointedly, stating that he is going to bed.

If you do not follow him, he begins to wander back and forth between the bedroom and your desk, poking his head into your office every so often, urging you to come to bed. He’s grown unable to sleep without you after all these years. At this point he refuses to even try while you are present.

If you wave him off for too long -which is admittedly even more rare as you also yearn for sleep- Jing Yuan gets to a point of stubborn, self-inflicted exhaustion where he throws his otherwise deeply-rooted manners to the wind and pulls you out of your seat. At this point he’ll carry you to bed if you will not walk on your own.

“Leave it for the morning,” he says when you try to argue. His voice is clipped, not out of anger, but pure fatigue. You know his exhaustion runs marrow-deep; it cannot possibly be alleviated by a single night of rest. You fully believe him when he says that he could sleep for a month if so allowed.

After late nights like these, he’s always extra clingy come morning.

It starts a short while before it’s time for you to get up, the few precious moments you have with each other before the day begins.

You roll over, stretching, your eyes opening to the gray light of early dawn. The finches are already awake,  clamoring for food in the garden. Next to you, Jing Yuan groans, his grip on you tightening.

“Not yet,” he croaks, voice rough from sleep.

“You always say that,” you croak back, rolling over again to face him, brushing his bangs out of his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You watch as one golden eye opens to a slit, looks blearily at you for a second, then defiantly closes again. He presses a kiss to your neck before burying his face in your shoulder. 

“We should get up soon,” you say.

He lets out a whine reminiscent of a petulant child and pulls the covers over his head, burrowing deeper into the bed. His head ends up resting against your chest, arms wrapped around your stomach. Letting out a deep sigh, he relaxes against you, his breathing growing deep and even. If it wasn’t for his fingers drawing patterns on the small of your back, you’d think he had fallen asleep again.

Your hand snakes its way underneath the covers, over his warm back, and into his hair. He lets out an appreciative hum as you run your fingers through the strands, your nails gently scratching at his scalp.

“You get five more minutes,” you say.

Jing Yuan presses a kiss to your stomach on top of your clothes.

“Ten.”

You’re about to answer when the sound of paws pat over the floor, then Mimi jumps up on your bed with a happy chirp. Under the covers, Jing Yuan groans again, hugging you close for a moment, before he sits up, hair tousled, and yawns widely. 

Once Mimi arrives, the early morning peace is over.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! If you like, you can check out my other works here. Love, Birin 💖

#self reblog

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cannot emphasize enough how a good piece of media can reset a creative slump. stop putting off consuming that media because you "should be writing instead" and then not write either

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If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! <33333 (if u wanna, no pressure!)

oooh, I got lucky!

I was born in Denmark. I lived there till I was just over 30. Which also means that English isn't my native language, though I'm completely fluent

Apropos English, I speak English with a British accent. We were taught Oxford English in school and I watched a lot of British telly so I guess it just stuck... (worked really hard on getting rid of my atrocious Danish accent too) And since I live in the US I regularly get comments on my accent 😅

I love playing music. I started when I was around 8 and kept taking lessons well into adulthood. I need to play more, now that I don't have to worry about bothering the neighbours.

#asks #bad-as-the-boys #precious moots

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Em, you're such a sweetheart ;;; <3

No, nuh, YOU'RE the sweetheart!! 💖

#asks #bad-as-the-boys #precious moots

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YOU hates terfs

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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

#i love how you have something nice to say about almost everything you reblog! #it's such a pleasure to see #it brightens my day #i should do the same

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me seeing a mutual's happy post: "hell yeah buddy :)" *hits like*

me seeing a mutual's sad/vent post: "aww no buddy :(" *hits like*

#that really IS how it is

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absolutely criminal how falling into bad habits is the easiest thing in the world while developing positive habits feels like fighting a literal war

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Day7.

#art #hsr #jing yuan

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Jing Yuan being able to lift Dan Heng like a long cat ..,, (Pose from my friend @rin-an, colors by me)

#art #hsr #jing yuan #dan heng

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if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.

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Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

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Not Yet

Jing Yuan x Reader

Fluff, established relationship 🌿 598 words

It’s difficult getting out of bed in the morning with someone as as clingy as the exhausted snugglebug named Jing Yuan

It’s rare that your work has you engaged beyond the end of Jing Yuan’s duties. On nights like that -if you’re able to work in the comforts of your shared home- Jing Yuan will often keep you company for a while, either getting ahead on his work for the next day or reading one of the old manuscripts he’s become so fond of to pass the time. Eventually, once the clock has tolled a certain hour, he starts yawning pointedly, stating that he is going to bed.

If you do not follow him, he begins to wander back and forth between the bedroom and your desk, poking his head into your office every so often, urging you to come to bed. He’s grown unable to sleep without you after all these years. At this point he refuses to even try while you are present.

If you wave him off for too long -which is admittedly even more rare as you also yearn for sleep- Jing Yuan gets to a point of stubborn, self-inflicted exhaustion where he throws his otherwise deeply-rooted manners to the wind and pulls you out of your seat. At this point he’ll carry you to bed if you will not walk on your own.

“Leave it for the morning,” he says when you try to argue. His voice is clipped, not out of anger, but pure fatigue. You know his exhaustion runs marrow-deep; it cannot possibly be alleviated by a single night of rest. You fully believe him when he says that he could sleep for a month if so allowed.

After late nights like these, he’s always extra clingy come morning.

It starts a short while before it’s time for you to get up, the few precious moments you have with each other before the day begins.

You roll over, stretching, your eyes opening to the gray light of early dawn. The finches are already awake,  clamoring for food in the garden. Next to you, Jing Yuan groans, his grip on you tightening.

“Not yet,” he croaks, voice rough from sleep.

“You always say that,” you croak back, rolling over again to face him, brushing his bangs out of his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You watch as one golden eye opens to a slit, looks blearily at you for a second, then defiantly closes again. He presses a kiss to your neck before burying his face in your shoulder. 

“We should get up soon,” you say.

He lets out a whine reminiscent of a petulant child and pulls the covers over his head, burrowing deeper into the bed. His head ends up resting against your chest, arms wrapped around your stomach. Letting out a deep sigh, he relaxes against you, his breathing growing deep and even. If it wasn’t for his fingers drawing patterns on the small of your back, you’d think he had fallen asleep again.

Your hand snakes its way underneath the covers, over his warm back, and into his hair. He lets out an appreciative hum as you run your fingers through the strands, your nails gently scratching at his scalp.

“You get five more minutes,” you say.

Jing Yuan presses a kiss to your stomach on top of your clothes.

“Ten.”

You’re about to answer when the sound of paws pat over the floor, then Mimi jumps up on your bed with a happy chirp. Under the covers, Jing Yuan groans again, hugging you close for a moment, before he sits up, hair tousled, and yawns widely. 

Once Mimi arrives, the early morning peace is over.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! If you like, you can check out my other works here. Love, Birin 💖

#self reblog

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The most popular browsers in different countries in 2012 and 2022.

by @theworldmaps_