#it's 2am and it doesn't know whether or not it's tired

[evangelical04]

A Single Daffodil || 2

Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Word Count: 9.1K

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: parental trauma, sibling trauma, toxic parents, unrequited love, explicit language, alcohol usage, yoongi's kind of mean, future smut

Author's Note: hi everyone! it's currently exactly 2am for me lol but I wanted to get this chapter out today! i was hoping to having the wedding happen but I like it more for the next chapter. all the support has been so overwhelming and amazing, thank you guys so much for all the love!! i appreciate it so much and I'm grateful that you all are so supportive, especially for my first ever fic. i really hope you guys enjoy this chapter! also, just let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!

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You could feel your eyes glazing over with the amount of time you’d spent staring at your computer screen. A quick glance at the clock showed that only a couple hours had passed since you’d arrived at work, and a devastating thirty minutes remained until your lunch break. Rubbing at your tired eyes, you tried to find the energy to resume reviewing the materials your team had sent you, but you came up short. 

The wedding planning had been taking a lot out of you the past couple of months, even though your mother wasn’t letting you decide anything for it anyway. She had been quite clear that all you had to do was show up and that your input wouldn’t be needed. You couldn’t honestly say you had an issue with that, this didn’t feel like your wedding anyway. If it were yours, you would’ve been getting married to someone you love, and crucially, someone who loves you in return.

But that wasn’t in the cards for you and you knew that well, so you went along with your mother’s planning placidly, agreeing to almost everything she mentioned and getting ignored on things you didn’t. It left you exhausted, both physically and emotionally. It felt like an out-of-body experience every time your mother pulled you into another appointment for your dress fittings or makeup and hair test runs. You could feel yourself simply going through the motions and just waiting until the appointment was done so you could return to your mundane life. 

Not much else had changed, honestly. You were still working, hanging out with your friends on occasion, reading in bed, and watching television in the evenings. The only thing looming over you was the date of the wedding, now only six months away. It felt like an omen, always hovering near you, spiking your heart rate, and making you sweat. 

Even your team had noticed your heightened anxiety and expressed their worries to you, especially the youngest, Choi Song Ha. She was a cute, young thing, a fresh face in the industry that you had quickly taken under your wing once you had set eyes on her in the new recruit orientation you visited just over a year ago now. You knew just how quickly the gaming industry ate up and spat out women like clockwork and you didn’t want the same fate for her, so you’d snatched her up into your team. She truly felt like the little sister you’d never had and your bond quickly grew over the months since you’d met. She had picked up on your dampened mood and resolved to leave you small treats of a chip bag or chocolates on your desk every other day or so as a means to cheer you up. She knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t appreciate outright signs of concern or making a scene at work, and you loved her for it. 

She had left you a small red ginseng jelly this morning with a doodle of a grumpy cat stuck to it on a post-it note. It made you smile every time you glanced at it.

It kind of reminded you of Yoongi. The two of you hadn’t talked since that night in the restaurant, and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to talk to him. Your mother had given you his number and you’d saved it, but you hadn’t made any move to message him.

“Team leader?”

You turned, snapping out of your daze to face another one of your team members, Yeonsik. 

“Yes, Yeonsik,” you responded, trying to appear calm and collected, and not like you were just thinking about your soon-to-be husband who hates you.

“We have the materials from the character graphics department for Plan C ready, it’s in your inbox now. They said that they’re ready to make any changes you want, but they’re worried about the deadline for the second draft,” Yeonsik rambled. He was a nice man, only a few years younger than you, and quite passionate about his job since joining your team two years back, just after you’d become the team lead of Planning Group 1. He had a handsome face with longer, dark hair and bright eyes that were eager to please.

“Okay, thanks for letting me know. Also, good job on keeping Graphics 2 on track, I know they’ve been giving us a hard time with getting the updated designs over. Thanks again,” you said politely, sending him a small smile. Yeonsik beamed in response and returned to his seat happily. You chuckled fondly at his antics before opening the file he’d sent. You loved your team members and you held a high respect for them. You knew you led them well and that they respected you in return. It was a small team, consisting of only five people, including you, but you were content with the group and the dynamic. You often went out for drinks together after work, usually followed by karaoke and at least one member passing out, most often Yeonsik, who would then be picked up by his boyfriend. You were a close-knit group and you couldn’t imagine a better job.

Slowly, Mrs. Min’s words crept back into your mind at the thought of how much you loved your position. Surely, Yoongi wouldn’t expect you to quit your job? You wouldn’t be able to bear it. 

No, he said that he would do his thing and you would do yours, you reminded yourself. That’s right, you’d agreed that you wouldn’t interfere in each other’s lives. Except, you hadn’t really agreed, had you? You’d just acquiesced because he’d been in the motion of leaving anyway. You weren’t really sure if that’s what you’d wanted, living separate lives and being married only on paper. 

Yoongi’s words rang clear in your head as you gnawed on your lower lip, was this really how this marriage was going to be? The two of you not even acknowledging each other except at galas and parties where you had to appear married? You didn’t want that.

But…if Yoongi did, how much say did you really have? As much as you wanted to make this work, it had to be a two-way street. If Yoongi didn’t want anything to do with you, you would have to accept that and just try to get through this the best you could. You had said to Joohee that day you’d found out, that there’s nothing you can do to stop him. 

It felt painful to come to terms with, especially in the environment of your office where you still had to appear professional. Thankfully, you breathed, none of your team members had noticed your mini-mental breakdown. 

Your phone buzzed with a new message from Yujin, your mother’s assistant.

From Yang Yujin

Hello Miss Y/N,

Your mother has asked me to confirm your three attendees for your wedding invitations. The invitations will be sent out on Friday night, so please send your three names with their contact information and address to me by then. If possible, please send it at least one day beforehand as Mrs. Seo would like to review them before I send the invitations out.

Additionally, she has set up another meeting for you with Mr. Min Yoongi on Friday, at 6 pm. Please find the location details below.

Please let me know if you need any other information,

Yang Yujin

You sighed, reading over the email again. For one, you honestly didn’t even know who you’d want to invite. You didn’t really have that many friends outside of Joohee, your colleagues, and Jung Hoseok, your friend from college. You knew that Joohee would already be invited, but you weren’t sure about Hoseok. He wasn’t a part of the same social circle as you and Joohee, especially since he didn’t come from a richer family, but you’d met him in college and introduced him to Joohee soon after. The three of you had been practically inseparable during your undergrad but after graduation, the three of you hadn’t met up in person in a while, with Hoseok in Busan for work. You tapped your chin thoughtfully with the eraser end of a pencil, maybe you should send an invite to Hoseok. Suddenly, another thought occurred to you, making the pencil drop from your fingers and onto your lap.

You hadn’t even told Hoseok about Yoongi!

“Damn,” you muttered, making a mental note to call him later today. You’d figure out the other invites later. Your eyes drifted to the second part of the email. 

Another meeting, huh? It sounds like it’ll be just the two of us this time. I wonder if he’ll be any different.

A rap of knuckles against your desk brought your attention back in front of you. Song Ha stood beside your chair, looking at you curiously, “It’s lunch, Team Leader. Want to grab something with the team downstairs?”

Shit, you had agreed to grab lunch with Joohee today. 

“No, Miss Choi, I’ll be meeting a friend of mine. But you all enjoy your lunch!”

“Alright, have fun!”

The team slowly filed out, discussing amongst themselves what they’d get from the cafeteria today. You almost longed to go with them, but you knew you had to tell Joohee about the email you got. 

You could feel a headache coming on. 

Sighing, you stood and gathered your things into your tote bag, never having liked purses, and started the walk towards the elevators to reach the quaint cafe across the street you and Joohee liked to frequent. 

You had arrived before Joohee, which was to be expected with your office right across and decided to grab a table for both of you. Setting your tote bag in the seat beside you, you read the email once more on your phone. It dragged another sigh out of you before you almost jumped into the air at the sound of Joohee’s voice.

“What’s got you so melancholy?’

You breathed out to calm your heart rate from the mini jumpscare and looked up at her. She was dressed a bit more formal than you in a light blue blouse and dark navy dress pants that fell gracefully in silk around her long legs with a maroon purse hanging from her shoulder. Her office was much more formal than yours, working under her father. Your own office often had team leaders and higher-ups in jeans, the nature of your work making it more casual, so you contrasted her in a simple black sweatshirt and blue jeans. 

“I have to meet Yoongi again on Friday.”

“God damn.”

You nodded somberly as she took her seat across from you, “You remember what happened last time? Why does it feel like he’s gonna eat me alive this time?”

Joohee looked at you suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.

You recoiled, shooting her a glare, “Good God, woman, not like that.”

Joohee relented, waving her hands in surrender, “Okay, well, assume he’ll be the same. Then you won’t be caught off guard. But I think you should still try to get through to him. Maybe, at the very least, you guys can become friends.”

You hummed in agreement, what she was saying made sense. You weren’t exactly hoping for a rom-com drama-like romantic relationship, but being friends wouldn’t be so bad. 

A waiter arrived, taking your drink and food orders, and you and Joohee fell back into easy conversation about your jobs and other small gossip. As much as you were trying to pay attention to what Joohee was saying, you couldn’t help your mind returning to Yoongi and his dark eyes scrutinizing you and his cold, biting voice. 

“Y/N?”

You focused back into Joohee and her concerned stare dug into you, “What?”

“Are you still thinking about Yoongi?”

You nodded, looking away. You felt bad for not listening to her especially when she had basically given you a solution to your anxiety regarding Friday. You heard her sigh before speaking. 

“Listen, Y/N, you can’t stop how he’s going to behave towards you. You can only control how you respond. I think your best bet is to try to tell him you’re not expecting him to treat you like a wife, but you want him to treat you like a friend. Unless that isn’t what you want.”

“No, it is,” you said, keeping yourself from burying your head in your hands, “And you’re right, that’s all I can do. Why didn’t you become a therapist, again?”

Joohee only grinned in response, “I’m too pretty.”

Joohee’s words from earlier echoed in your head for the rest of the workday. Did you really want him to treat you like a friend? Or something more?

You weren’t sure. Of course, you had this half-crush, half-infatuation with the man since you’d met him when you were younger, but marriage was a totally different game. Were you really ready to spend the rest of your life with a man you were attracted to but he couldn’t feel the same? 

Maybe he could.

You knocked that thought away as soon as it entered your mind, you shouldn’t be getting your hopes up. You knew that Yoongi was less than happy about the situation and the unfavorable circumstances would only serve to further distance him from you. You would have to be okay with just being friends if that. 

As you paced around your apartment later that night, you stopped in front of your dresser in your bedroom. In the third drawer from the top was the handkerchief that Yoongi had given you when you were younger. You had kept it meaning to give it back to him, but you had barely seen him since then, let alone had a moment in private to give it to him. 

Most of your interactions had been minimal conversations at parties and galas, often accompanied by Joohee and Seokjin. You couldn’t recall a time when Yoongi had actually talked to you directly in any of those scenarios. So why did your crush persist?

Maybe it was the innocence of your first meeting, the cliche of it all. You, small, sad, and alone, and Yoongi, showing up like your knight in shining armor. You had had a fascination with him since then, always trying to seek out his silhouette or pitch-black hair at gatherings afterward. Yet, he never approached you alone, nor did you make an attempt to do so yourself. You had called it an infatuation with Joohee because it really was, you didn’t really know anything about him, much less had a full conversation with him. Even when you were in a group with him, Seokjin, and Joohee, he would barely acknowledge you. 

Not that he was obligated to.

You fell back onto your bed and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a soft grunt when you hit the mattress. Would you be able to survive actually getting to know Yoongi? Your greatest fear was that you would fall in love with him, you were basically already primed for it. And that would not work out, you knew that, and you refused to consider any other outcome.

You couldn’t afford to get your hopes up.

Turning on your side, you could feel your thoughts drift to your few interactions with him growing up. He had always been polite, but cold. The most he’d said to you was a curt greeting and the barest of small talk. The only other interactions you’d really had were your first meeting and hearing about his escapades through the grapevine, mainly Joohee. Nonetheless, you found yourself infatuated, your eyes finding his slightly round cheeks and pouty lips inevitably. What would life be like once you got married?

You tried to imagine yourself in a domestic setting with Yoongi but quickly shut that down, that would only bring up unwanted feelings. You considered whether or not he would continue seeing other people after you were married. Joohee had said it was very possible. Would you be able to handle it? Joohee had suggested that you fool around a bit yourself but you had quickly dismissed that. Cheating was something you would never tolerate in a relationship, from the other person or from yourself. You knew that the reality would be different in your situation, but you still refused to let yourself stray from Yoongi.

Not that you hadn’t tried in the past. You had been in only two relationships leading up to now, one in college and another as a short burst after graduation. It all felt pointless when you knew you wouldn’t get to choose who you spent the rest of your life with. It was an agony that, along with other factors, ended both of your relationships. Mina had been a bright spot in your life, but she couldn’t deal with the fact that you were not only not out to your parents, but that you would likely not be able to be with her long term anyway. There had been other signs that the relationship wouldn’t work out, and you had tried to remain friends but it didn’t pan out past college. 

The relationship after college that had only lasted a few months was with Jaehyun, a sweet man who had been your coworker at your first job out of college. He was very kind to you and you felt comfortable in his presence, but you couldn’t handle the guilt of going out with him while knowing he wouldn’t be the one you marry. To his credit, he had been very understanding when you’d broken down in front of him in a guilt-fueled spiral. He’d held you until you calmed down, wiped your tears, and squeezed you tight before leaving, stating that you could always call him if you needed anything. You still messaged him sometimes, and you remained firm that if you did get to choose who to marry, he would be your first choice. 

The arranged marriage had been looming over your life since you were old enough to understand the importance of status to your family. You were sure Yoongi’s family was the same. You were both expected to keep your duty to your family, a repayment for the comfortable life you both had lived. Once or twice you had considered telling your parents you wouldn’t go through with it when the time came, but you knew that it would only result in you having to pay them back for everything they had ever given money towards for you. Even though you’d gotten multiple scholarships for college, your parents insisted you go to a prestigious university that rarely gave any money to their students because they knew their parents would have wide-open wallets. There was no way you’d ever be able to pay that back in your lifetime, especially with your current job. 

So you were stuck. But you knew you weren’t really all that unhappy. While the circumstances weren’t what you preferred, you couldn’t deny the small excitement that you felt at the prospect of being able to have a relationship with Yoongi. The caveat to that was also knowing that he was an entirely unwilling participant in this situation, which wasn’t really going to work to your advantage. You were set on remaining a realist, refusing to consider the idea that Yoongi might come to love you. It felt like you didn’t have much of any other choice. Everything about this entire situation made you feel like a passive observer, someone with no impact or voice, which wasn’t far from the truth. You imagined Yoongi was much the same.

Distantly, you wondered how many people Yoongi was allowed to invite to the wedding.

Speaking of! You had almost forgotten to call Hoseok, and it was getting late. You scrambled to reach for your phone, stretching your arm out to the nightstand where your phone sat, and grasping it. Dialing his number, you registered how low his contact was on your recent calls. You really needed to call him more often. Hitting his contact, you waited for the ringing to start. He answered rather quickly, which surprised you, as he was usually an early sleeper.

“Hey, Y/N! It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has. I missed you. Hobi,” you said, not realizing how much you meant it until the words left your mouth. It really had been too long since you’d called.

“What’s up? You don’t sound too happy. Is everything okay,” he questioned, and your heart warmed at his concerned nature. He was always able to read you well, better than Joohee sometimes. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine I guess. I’m getting married, actually.”

The other end of the line was silent for a bit before you heard Hoseok let out a breath and speak, “Oh, wow. Okay. How are you feeling?”

You choked out a laugh, “You’re not even asking who I’m marrying?”

“Well, I know that it’s not someone you chose. So I want to know how you’re doing. When did you find out?”

Your laughter died at his serious nature, your attempt at lightening the mood unsuccessful, “About two months ago. The wedding’s in around six. Want an invite? I get a whole three guests of my own choosing.”

He chuckled softly at that, “Of course I do, you know I’ll be there. But seriously, how are you feeling about this?”

You almost sighed at his unwillingness to let you escape his question, “I don’t know, honestly. I really don’t. I think I’m weirdly at peace with it? I’ve been expecting it for so long and now it’s finally happening. Plus, it being Min Yoongi isn’t exactly the worst thing ever.”

You could hear his surprise over the phone, “Min Yoongi? Like your crush of almost two decades, Min Yoongi?”

You groaned, responding, “Jeez, way to remind me how old I am. Yes, that Min Yoongi. He’s definitely not as okay with it as I am though.”

“What do you mean?”

You recounted the past meeting with his family to Hoseok while he patiently listened and interrupted occasionally to provide his own thoughts. When you finished, you could practically see him falling back against his desk chair, exhaling a burst of air. 

“Well, that’s a lot.”

You let out a short laugh, “Yeah, that’s been my life for the past couple of months.”

“I think Joohee gave you some good advice. I’d probably say something similar to you. Try to make the most of the situation but don’t expect a lot from him. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, “Yeah, you’re probably right. But, enough about me, how are you doing? How’s work?”

Hosek launched into recapping how busy the dance school he taught at had been lately and the gossip surrounding his coworkers. You felt yourself relax more into the conversation and slowly forget your troubling feelings surrounding Yoongi. 

You would deal with those come Friday. 

It was Friday. You made sure to leave work a bit early, giving you enough time to run back to your apartment to change and look presentable. You had chosen your outfit with Joohee’s help the night prior. You were meeting at a relatively fancy restaurant but it was more of a bar, so you didn’t want to be too formal. You had opted for a green dress with a small flower print since you were coming off the winter months into spring. Your dress was an A-line cocktail dress with a square neckline and puffed sleeves that cinched at your wrist. You’d had it for a while and knew how it looked on you, and you knew you would feel comfortable in it tonight. The last thing you needed weighing on your mind was getting in your head about how you looked, which you usually felt nauseous from. 

With it approaching six, you quickly finished up some minimal makeup, topped it off with a lip tint, and tried your best to make your hair look presentable after what was a long day of work. A glance at your watch told you that you didn’t have much time left, so you rushed to your car, almost forgetting your small purse, and started your drive over to the restaurant. You didn’t want to be late and make a bad impression on Yoongi, although you didn’t know if his impression of you could get any worse. 

After you arrived and were sat at your table, you checked your phone to see the time and were relieved to note that you were a couple of minutes early. You felt yourself relax into the booth and started taking slow, calming breaths to slow down your racing heartbeat. The adrenaline of trying to get to the restaurant on time was starting to fade and you took another glance at your watch. 

6:06

Well, that’s fine. He’s probably just a little late, you tried to reassure yourself, but you had a sinking feeling. As the minutes marched on, the sinking feeling grew deeper, and you could feel yourself growing slightly annoyed. 

6:29

Well, whatever.

You took out your phone from your purse and decided to message him. It should be reasonable, right? You had scheduled this beforehand, after all. Well, not you, your mother, but still, the principle held. 

You:

Hi Yoongi-ssi, this is Seo Y/N. I’m waiting at the restaurant at the moment 

and I was wondering if you were alright, since you weren’t here yet? Please let me know if you’d like to reschedule instead.

You winced at how the text message sounded more like an email between colleagues, but you weren’t sure how casual you were supposed to be with him. Before you could mull over the tone of your message more, you hit the send button and bit your lip as you waited for a response. Your fingers began to pick at your dress in a nervous habit and you kept your eyes trained on the restaurant entrance in case you spotted him. 

Finally, at 6:42, you saw the head of black hair that had haunted your dreams as of late. He walked in calmly, looking slightly disheveled, but his lax pace didn’t betray anything about his tardy entrance. He looked infuriatingly attractive in a well-fitted suit with the tie loosened and the top couple of buttons undone. His eyes met yours as the hostess led him to your table and you smiled politely at him, receiving only a cursory nod in return. The waitress quickly approached as he sat down across from you and took his drink order, two fingers of whisky, while you asked for more water. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to drink, more that you needed to keep your wits about you for this dinner and alcohol would only make you feel nauseous in your already anxious state.

With the waitress gone, he turned to you and you felt yourself flush automatically, something you internally cursed. You wished he didn’t have such an effect on you. He declined to say anything, so you took a moment to take in his appearance now that he was much closer to you. 

You could see that his collar was more rumpled than you initially thought and his hair a bit more mussed. You saw a small mark just barely visible from beneath his white button-up, above his tie. Now that he was much closer, you could smell a faint scent of a sweet perfume that you knew wasn’t yours since you had only worn a very light citrus one. 

Oh. He was with someone else. Why does that bother me so much?

Finally, he spoke, his deep voice lulling you out of your trance of staring at the mark on his chest, “Sorry I’m late. I saw your text, but I was driving. To be completely honest, I forgot about this.”

For a moment, his apology surprised you. For some reason, you hadn’t expected him to apologize. Maybe you’d built him up to be this cartoon villain in your head after your last interaction, but you’d forgotten that he was human just like you. 

“That’s alright, it’s no problem,” you responded kindly, noting the way his eyebrow slightly furrowed at your response, “How was your day?”

He raised an eyebrow at you in a questioning manner, “Are you really going to do small talk with me?”

You let out an embarrassed laugh at your failure to engage him and tried for a new tactic instead, “Okay, what would you like to talk about then?”

“I want to set some ground rules.”

Your surprise must’ve shown on your face because you saw the way his expression almost changed to amusement. You quickly shook off the abruptness of the statement and nodded your head, “Okay, like what?”

“First, you’ll be moving into my apartment. I’m sure your mother already told you,” you nodded, “Do not enter my bedroom or office without knocking. I’ll extend the same courtesy to you. Second, we keep our lives separate. Unless we need to appear at an event together, we shouldn’t be mingling our private lives, including friends, work, things like that. Thirdly, this marriage is going to be on paper only. Don’t expect me to treat you like my girlfriend, or my wife, because we both know that’s not what this is.”

You felt your teeth take in your bottom lip as you considered his words, “Okay, that’s fine, I guess.” You couldn’t really stop him from wanting to do that, but it still hurt some. Any hopes you had of getting a normal romantic relationship after this were quickly dashed by his next rule.

“Lastly, I want this to be open. Our parents aren’t pressuring us for kids, so we can both find relief elsewhere. We both know this is only for increased stocks and influence in our respective companies. So, I do whatever I want and you do whatever you want in that regard, and we don’t interfere in each other’s love lives.”

You felt your face fall a bit, but you tried to control your expression. You had prepared for this, Joohee had prepared you for this. So why were you still so upset? He’s giving you the go-ahead to find whoever you want, so it’s not technically cheating. So why does it still feel so wrong?

“Okay,” you said uneasily, “That’s all okay.” It felt like you were saying it more for yourself than for him. 

His eyebrow quirked once more. They were very expressive, you noticed. 

“That’s it? You don’t have any rules of your own you want to add in?”

Your hands clenched onto the edge of the booth seat, needing something to ground you. Rules of your own? Your head was swimming with everything that had just happened, you could barely think of anything else, “No, none I want to add.”

Yoongi leaned back and clasped his hands, “Alright then. Shall we eat? My dad’s technically paying so eat all you want.”

You shakily took hold of the menu you’d already looked over a hundred times while waiting for him, not wanting to appear rude by being on your phone. You had already chosen what dish you wanted when Yujin had sent you the restaurant name, a habit of yours being to look up the menu beforehand to choose. The waitress approached and took your orders, taking the menu from your hands, leaving you with nothing to grasp your quivering fingers onto. 

You looked over at Yoongi, seeing him on his phone, scrolling. You felt yourself blanch at the blatant disregard and couldn’t find it in yourself to try and start a conversation. 

The minutes passed by slowly, and you were barely relieved when the food came, providing momentary respite by giving you something to do. You felt like you’d never been in a more awkward situation. The waitress quickly refilled both your drinks, and you noted that Yoongi had ordered water this time. It must be because he’s driving. 

Soon, the both of you finished your food, in utter silence. The waitress, who was quite on top of her game, swiftly provided the bill and told you to take your time. You had a feeling she felt the awkward tension as much as you did.

Once the bill was paid, you and Yoongi walked out towards the parking lot where he started shifting to move in the direction of his car before you blurted out, “Wait!”

He turned, facing you with a bored expression, waiting for you to finish speaking.

“I do have a rule actually.”

Seeming slightly intrigued now, he gestured for you to continue.

“I want us to try and be friends. Please.”

He seemed slightly surprised, judging by the way his eyebrows lifted slightly and his mouth parted. Collecting himself, he looked directly into your eyes, his dark orbs boring into your own, “No. I want us to keep our lives completely separate. We’re not friends.”

With that, he turned around and walked to his car, not sparing you another glance. 

“Wow, what an asshole.”

You hummed lazily in agreement, feeling your head lull. You were already a bottle deep in more cheap Moscato with Joohee, as well as a couple of shots of strawberry soju. 

“I know right! I agreed to whatever he said, why couldn’t he agree with the one thing I asked for?”

Joohee winced and prepared herself for your buzzed anger that was sure to flare up at her next statement, “Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong. It did conflict with his other rule. Not that I think he’s justified either. There shouldn’t be a problem in being friends.”

Your head snapped towards her, seeing it as a defensive move for Yoongi in your half-drunken state, but before you could find the energy to get upset, you felt yourself melt further into the couch, “Yeah, you’re right, I guess. Whatever, I don’t need him. I’ll just fuck anyone who looks my way, instead.”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” you cried, collapsing onto the pillow beside you, squeezing it tight, “Why am I so pathetic?”

“You’re not,” Joohee cooed, “You’re just in a shitty situation. So is he, but at least you’re not being a dick about it.”

You nodded glumly, still not feeling better about the situation. As you cradled the now-empty wine bottle to your chest, you remembered Hoseok.

“Oh yeah, I invited Hobi for the wedding. My coworker, Song Ha too. Can you believe I couldn’t think of a third person?”

Joohee laughed before throwing herself onto the couch with you, “Hey, you don’t need other friends, you have me. Besides, we’ll all be together again, then! It feels like forever since we’ve seen him.”

“Yeah, I told him and he said the same stuff as you. To try and make the best of it, or whatever,” you could feel yourself becoming less and less sober, “Can I crash here tonight?”

“Of course, do you want me to wash your dress for you?”

“No, I’ll just do it at my place. Thank God I have you.”

Joohee only laughed loudly in response, getting up to grab another bottle of soju from the fridge. The two of you lounged around before moving to watch TV in Joohee’s bed where she promptly fell asleep. Soothed by her snoring, you relaxed into her comfortable mattress and traced the light extrusions on her ceiling. Your thoughts soon drifted to Yoongi, as they seemed to do often these days. 

Was he really fair in rejecting your friendship? Joohee had made a good point earlier in that it certainly conflicted with his rule of ignoring each other outside of obligated functions. But…you didn’t want that. So why did you agree? In the moment, it hadn’t really felt like you’d had another choice. You seemed to be feeling like that a lot lately. 

Yoongi seemed serious about this marriage being for business only and you knew that you didn’t want that, but you couldn’t exactly tell him as such. You couldn’t be more sure that he would only be disgusted if he heard you say that and you didn’t think you’d be able to survive seeing that kind of emotion on his face when it’s directed towards you. 

Not that you’d be able to survive this marriage either. 

Your fingers toyed with the frayed hem of the sleep shorts you’d borrowed from Joohee, a frequent occurrence whenever you stayed over, and you saw her shift in her sleep. She really had been so supportive throughout this whole thing. 

Maybe you should go to her brother for help? No, Yoongi would probably hate that. 

You resisted the urge to kick your feet in frustration out of fear of waking up Joohee. This was so difficult, it was next to impossible to figure out what your next move should be. 

You had a nagging feeling that your mother wouldn’t force you to meet up with Yoongi anymore before the wedding, but why did that not feel like a clear-cut win? Did you want to meet with Yoongi again?

Rubbing at your eyes frantically, you pushed aside the flurry of questions stirring inside you. You didn’t have time to deal with this. There was a large project at work that was in its final stages that you needed your full attention on and then the final beta tests before the official launch, just weeks before your wedding. You couldn’t afford to spend another moment thinking about Yoongi. 

As you got more comfortable in Joohee’s bed, you turned your head to face the clock on her bedside table, reading 3:09 AM. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you forced your eyes closed to try and get some rest. 

You had an inkling that Yoongi would be occupying your thoughts whether you wanted it or not. 

“We’ll be meeting for the rehearsal dinner in one week, Yujin will send you the information and instructions. Don’t be late.”

Your mother’s voice cut off after that, not bothering to say goodbye before ending the call. You could feel your headache coming back and you fumbled for your water bottle before getting up to grab a red ginseng packet from the breakroom. Things had been a lot lately. 

The final preparations for the wedding were underway and your mother was leaving nothing to chance. Your dress had been fitted to perfection with your mother sending you a strict diet and workout plan to make sure you stayed the exact same size until the wedding. That email had been swiftly archived. 

You weren’t even sure of who was in your bridal party other than Joohee being your maid of honor. Not that it mattered. This wedding wasn’t for you anyway. 

As you slowly sucked out the paste from the ginseng packet, leaning against the break room counter, you wondered if Yoongi had had to go through similar procedures, though likely less extensive. You hadn’t heard from him since that dinner where he’d firmly placed a boundary between you, but he’d rarely left your mind since. You’d hoped that the reality check with Yoongi might help clear you of your feelings for him, but, instead, they only deepened your desire to get to know him better, to break past that boundary. But you knew that those ideas were merely fairy tales and this marriage was not going to be one by any means. 

Distantly, you wondered how the ceremony would go. The two of you hadn’t prepared any vows, nor were you expected to. This wedding was not a show of love and everyone knew that. Your parents weren’t concerned with making it appear as though you and Yoongi were a loving couple, no, this wedding was more of an excuse to show off their wealth and influence. Your nuptials were merely a byproduct. Still, would you have to kiss Yoongi?

You quickly shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the mental image, feeling your cheeks flush hot. Yet, you couldn’t get it out of your head. You imagined his lips would be soft and gentle, that he would lead you through the kiss and deepen it for more. His hands would come to rest at your waist before encircling it, pulling you closer, flush, to his body. 

No! You can’t imagine that, you’re not allowed!

Internally, you scoffed. What kind of girl wasn’t allowed to imagine kissing her fiance? You knew the truth, however, that it wasn’t your place to imagine yourself in that position. That was reserved for the person he loved, who was, decidedly, not you. 

Tossing the packet, you made your way back to your way back to your desk. Settling into the pillowed surface of your chair, you browsed through your emails before noticing one from the marketing team.

From: [email protected]

RE: MIRA’S AWAKENING Influencer Advertising

Hello Team Leader Seo,

We have decided that we would like to reach out to online influencers and streamers to assist in promoting Project Mira’s Awakening. A list of possible candidates is attached, along with their profiles and viewer analytics. We would like your input on any public figures you believe may be good candidates for this endeavor. Please reach out if you and your team come up with any candidates that are not already included in the attached file.

Additionally, we would like to create merchandise to provide for these public figures and we need to confirm with you and Graphics Team 2 on graphics we can include on merchandise items. You will find a list of items we are looking to make, along with graphics suggestions, attached as well. Please coordinate with GT 2 to send over finalized ideas and start creating the images.

Thank you,

Team Leader Lim

You considered the contents, feeling the eraser of your pencil tap against your lip, who could you suggest? You had your favorite streamers, but none aligned that well with the nature of the game you were producing, which meant the viewer base wouldn’t have enough crossover with your target audience. Running through a list of the streamers you watched regularly in your head, you stopped at one in particular. 

Goldenboy97. 

Jeon Jeongguk was quite popular and played enough combat-based games to have sufficient audience crossover, while still being intriguing for the puzzle aspect of the game. Not that you were biased, but he was your favorite creator at the moment. You jotted down his handle and a note to ask the rest of your team about their thoughts. 

Leaning back in your chair, you stared blankly at the screen as the emails continued flooding in. Slowly, but surely, your thoughts drifted back to the phone call with your mother. The wedding was next week, with the rehearsal dinner only being seven days away. 

You felt a strange combination of dread and giddiness, a swirl of emotional turmoil you weren’t ready to unpack. Hoseok was coming back tonight and you were picking him up from the train station. You’d probably have time to process your emotions then. Hoseok was staying at your apartment in the guest bedroom for a couple of weeks so he could be there through the whole wedding process. He had also mentioned looking for an apartment to move into in Seoul, which made you excited. You really wanted to have the college dream team together again.

The thoughts of the actual wedding were stoking your nerves, you still hadn’t talked to Yoongi since the last time you’d met. You weren’t sure of the protocol or if you should try to talk to him beforehand, especially about the ceremony. Too cowardly to act on your anxiety, you shut off your opened messaging app on your phone. You weren’t keen on finding out how Yoongi would respond to an unprompted message. 

The sound of your team packing up alerted you to the time, being slightly past five. You joined them in getting ready to leave before heading to the elevator. The rest of the group trekked slightly ahead while Song Ha walked slightly slower to stay back with you. 

“So, the wedding is next week. Are you excited?”

You chuckled nervously, “Yeah, you could call it that.”

“Ah, are you nervous? Makes sense. Just think, though, soon, you’ll be married to the love of your life! How exciting!”

Your insides felt queasy. You hadn’t told Song Ha about the nature of your relationship with your betrothed because you weren’t exactly sure how to explain it to someone who wasn’t familiar, nor did you want to deal with the embarrassment, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Where are you going for your honeymoon?”

You bit your lip, “Nowhere, actually. We couldn’t get time off of work at the same time.” The honeymoon had long been decided as an unnecessary expense, and neither you nor Yoongi complained. Being stuck with him for weeks after the wedding in another country sounded like a nightmarish situation. You wouldn’t have minded a vacation though.

“Gosh, that sucks. Hopefully, you’ll be able to do something over the summer, maybe,” Song Ha pouted, swinging her work bag in line with her step. You smiled at her naivete.

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“Hobi!”

You ran towards the taller man, throwing your arms around his upper body, “I missed you! It feels so nice to have you back in Seoul.”

Feeling his chest rumble with a laugh, you squeezed him harder before releasing him. 

“Feels good to be back too,” he responded, a bright, heart-shaped smile adorning his face, “Let me get my bags to your car.”

“Oh, right, let me help,” you nodded, reaching for the bigger suitcase to roll towards your car. Hoseok easily picked up the duffel bag lying at his feet and followed behind you. You had opted for driving to the station since his train had come too late for the buses to still be running, and you didn’t want to have to deal with paying for or lugging his baggage into a cab. 

After loading the luggage into your trunk, you both settled into the front seats of your well-worn car. You heard Hoseok chuckle while clicking in his seatbelt, “This certainly feels different from the drunk bus and taxi rides back to the campus dorms. Even if it’s about the same level as luxury.”

You rolled your eyes, “Hey, my car is reliable. The previous owner only had it for a couple of years before selling it off and she’s been perfectly good since then. Though, my mom would probably agree with you on the luxury bit.”

“Yeah, well, who wants to listen to her opinion anyway. Before I forget, thanks again for letting me stay at your place while I’m here, I know it’ll probably be annoying with the wedding prep going on.”

“It’s no problem, seriously. Besides, a lot of my stuff’s been moved over to Yoongi’s for when I move after the wedding. I’m just keeping my apartment there in case I need it since I won’t be paying rent at Yoongi’s.” Keeping the lease on your apartment had been a conscious decision because you had figured you’d want a safe space away from the marriage drama and it wouldn’t be an extra hit to your income. What your mother and Yoongi didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. 

“Has he really paid off his entire apartment? You’re marrying a proper chaebol,” Hoseok joked. 

You laughed lightly, a tinge of awkwardness at the idea that you really were, and you had no idea how he’d act in his own house. Tapping your fingers along the steering wheel, you tried to subtly change the topic, “Well, speaking of apartments, do you know where you’re going to be looking?”

Hoseok launched into a detailed plan he had for looking at rental properties in Seoul for both his apartment and the studio he wanted to open. You excitedly listened along, thrilled that he was planning on settling near you, as you drove to your own apartment. 

After you’d parked, Hoseok insisted on taking the large suitcase, claiming that only he was strong enough to lug it up the stairs. You only laughed a little bit at his sour expression when you showed him the perfectly working elevator. 

Punching in the code to your apartment, you swung open the door, making sure not to step food inside. A loud pop rang out and confetti sprayed out from the doorway.

“Surprise!”

Hoseok stumbled back, clutching at his chest and mouth agape at Joohee’s excited smile from inside the apartment, “Shit, Joohee, you scared me!”

You laughed loudly before grabbing his suitcase and rolling it inside, setting the duffel bag on top. Joohee began cleaning up the mess of confetti, Hoseok started to unpack what he’d need for the night, and you began unboxing the pizza that had arrived while Joohee was setting up. 

As the three of you settled into your living room, Hoseok already teasing Joohee, you felt like a void in your heart had been filled. The last few months had been so stressful and it hadn’t felt like you’d gotten a break emotionally in so long. The sounds of your friends chattering and laughing made you feel at ease. So, naturally, Hoseok had to ruin that.

“So, Y/N, how are you feeling about the rehearsal next week? Or the wedding, for that matter.”

You shifted in your position on the loveseat, feeling yourself frown, “Um, I don’t know. I don’t know what to expect. I can’t believe I’ll be married in just over a week.” Letting out a nervous laugh, you continued, “I haven’t talked to Yoongi in like six months. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

You could feel yourself spiraling, but you had been holding in so many emotions that it felt like you couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “Honestly, I’m really scared. I don’t want this to be my life forever. I’m not ready, I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

Joohee got up from her spot on the couch to hug you, Hoseok joining soon after. Something about their touch comforting you pushed you over the edge, the dam broke, and tears began streaming down your cheeks. You sniffled pathetically, hating the level of vulnerability you were currently displaying. You hadn’t cried throughout this whole experience, but in the comforting presence of your closest friends, you couldn’t help it. 

“I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to marry him if it’s going to be like this. Why does my life have to be this way? Why can’t I be normal?”

Joohee and Hoseok only squeezed you in response, not having an answer to your questions. Your tears continued on until you couldn’t cry anymore and Joohee finally released you. She stood and smiled kindly at you, “Do you want me to get you anything?”

“Water, please,” you said raspily, throat dry from all the crying. Joohee nodded before heading to the kitchen, leaving you with Hoseok who had shoved himself into the loveseat to further comfort you. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, slightly muffled by burying your face in Hoseok’s soft, cotton shirt. 

“You know you can always talk to us. I wish I could change this for you, that you didn’t have to do this,” he said softly, stroking your hair. 

“It is what it is,” you said, feeling much more mellow now that you’d cried out all your overwhelming emotions. 

“Still,” Hoseok insisted, “He has no reason to be such a jerk.” You shrugged, you felt the same but there wasn’t much you could do to change that. 

Joohee returned with a cup of water which you gratefully took and sipped. Suddenly feeling quite exhausted, and a headache coming on, you tapped Hoseok to get off of you, to which he complied and clambered off the loveseat.

“Sorry guys, I’m just so exhausted now. I really appreciate you being here, but I think I’m going to head to bed,” you stated, hugging both of them, before starting to gather the trash to clean up. 

Joohee laid a hand on your shoulder to stop you, “Go, get some rest. We’ll clean up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Hoseok exclaimed, and pushed you towards your bedroom, “Go to bed!”

Laughing, you acquiesced and headed into your bedroom to get ready to sleep. As you went through your nightly routine, you felt yourself feeling a bit calmer about the upcoming week. You had your two closest friends by your side. 

You were ready to handle anything that Yoongi threw at you.

Probably.

Yoongi lightly swirled the glass of whiskey between his fingers as he sat at his desk in his brown leather chair. By this time next week, he would be getting married. 

His eyes drifted towards the manila folder lying at the edge of his desk, a small water stain on the corner. Inside were the files on his soon-to-be wife, Seo Y/N. He took a sip of his whiskey, the smoky flavour traveling down his throat, as he considered his fiancee. 

He didn’t know what to make of her. She just seemed so meek and obedient, which wasn’t at all appealing. He didn’t remember much of her from before the arrangement, aside from vague interactions between them and the Kim siblings. She had seemed quite timid then too. 

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, setting his glass on his desk. He didn’t want to do this marriage. It was a chore, really. 

Yoongi didn’t necessarily have anyone he was looking to marry, but having to pretend to be exclusive with some girl he didn’t care about wasn’t conducive to the bachelor lifestyle he’d cultivated. He’d set his ground rules, and she’d agreed, pretty easily, another thing that irked Yoongi. 

Couldn’t she stand up for herself? Or say anything at all that was her own opinion?

Yoongi drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, he supposed she had said something that night. She’d wanted to be friends. He hadn’t been expecting that.

He figured it might be some condition about how she didn’t want to work or for him to stop seeing other people, but, instead, she’d simply asked for his friendship. And he’d refused. 

Of course he did, it went against his other rule. He wanted to keep his life separate from this artificial marriage and that included remaining nothing but acquaintances. He’d have to be steadfast, he decided. That night, when he’d seen your imploring expression with hope shining in your eyes, he’d almost agreed. He wasn’t sure why that was, or if he even wanted to know, but he couldn’t let it happen again. 

Despite your docile and unassuming nature, you were dangerous. And you didn’t seem to know it, which made you all the more so.

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[buckrecs]

Clingy / Drunk Bucky Fic Rec

I binge read clingy & drunk bucky oneshots till 2am and now that i’m conscious i’m gonna make a list.

Clingy by @sleepypanda27

Steve and Sam bring home drunk Bucky, the reader takes care of him. It’s fluffy.

Crazy In Love by @/sleepypanda27

Bucky is in love and he doesn't care what others think about it

In Your Arms by @writemarvelousthings

goes to bed early because they're tired, but soon after comes back out of the bedroom to get their partner because they don't want to be in bed alone.

Sober Thoughts by @tropicalcap

James Barnes doesn’t get drunk, until he does.

Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

"marry me" "maybe later"

You’re way too drunk by @storiesnobodyreads

reader goes out with friends and gets a little too drunk. She calls Bucky, her boyfriend, who is overprotective and comes over to the club.

Drunk by @lifeasadorkwithnolife

You took Bucky out to a bar, seeing how you two were getting back from a tiring mission with HYDRA, and Bucky needed to loosen up.

Pudge by @buckyalpine

Bucky being absolutely adorable.

Cheeky by @/buckyalpine

Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare.

you know what rhymes with drunk? sex by @seventven

bucky comes home drunk after a night out with sam. 

Drunk Words are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky gets a little inebriated at a party and his loose lips let his secret slip.

Once Upon A Good Time by @shamevillain

Bucky wants attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it.

Drunk Buck Running Amuck by @coffee-with-bucky

Bucky is drunk and absolutely giddy with affection and you don’t know whether to thank or kill Thor

morning by @lovelybarnes

person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them + person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face

Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory

Are you drunk?

You’re not going to work by @winter-soldier-vibes

Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer. 

Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

Fluff with drunk Bucky

Waking Up in Vegas by @wxntersoldiers

a weekend in sin city can change everything. 

fuck it by @mellowswriting

Thanks to a little Asgardian liquor, Bucky gets drunk for the first time in almost eighty years. He’s more than willing to engage in a little drunken shenanigans with you. 

I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad.

drunk off you by @cunaeparker

asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy.

Gone with the mead by @writingsoftheloser

There’s a limbo between confessing one’s feelings and the use of ‘I love you’ that’s filled with amazing, strange and sometimes insecure things. Or the one where Bucky Barnes underestimated Asgardian mead.

Guy’s Night by @teamcap4bucky

You used to think that Hydra missions were your worst nightmare. Then the boys started having “Guys Night,” and you realized just how wrong you were. Nothing ever good comes from this night...or does it?

drunken proposals by @bluehourbucky

too much alcohol leads to proposals

Imagine by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Imagine Bucky being drunk.

Day Off by @softlyspector

Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read. (Bucky is a giant dog who needs a lot of attention)

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #clingy!bucky #needy!bucky #drunk!bucky

[pikl0]

can i request a scenario with kunigami rensuke from blue lock in which his highly independent and closed off s/o has a breakdown of some sorts? please make sure the ending is very fluffy <;3

(one of my older posts on my previous blog that I want to post again.)

summary - you ignored kunigami's efforts to get you to open up about something that upset you, feeling like you should already know the solution yourself. he gets upset as well because of this.

characters - r. kunigami

tags - angst at the beginning, rage and anger, breaking things, comfort and fluff, bloody knees, gn reader

PAJAMAS ON AT 2AM

You walked into the apartment you shared with Kunigami, shutting the door and tiredly headed to your room. You didn't notice him sitting on the balcony, but he heard the door open and close. Just no 'Hello'.

He stood up, peeking into the living room only to see it's empty. He made his way to your room, seeing you lightly kick your shoes to the side and remove your coat. He knocked on the door despite it being open, telling you he was there.

"Hey, stranger." He teased as he neared you, wrapping his arms around you. You were quick to shove them off of you, retreating to the closet where you just wanted to quickly dress into your pajamas. He was quicker though, following you and immediately acting on what just happened.

"Yo, is something wrong?" he frowned, still not getting a reply, "Pajamas on at 3 in the afternoon?", he tried again.

You gave a short and low 'mm', making your way past him. You thought he would try and block you in the doorway, but he just turned to see you walk out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

He stared boredly. "Fine, be like that. There's food in the fridge." You heard before closing the door.

You only heard footsteps fading with another door being shut.

You were kind of thankful.

But you weren't mad at him. You knew he only had good intentions. Just trying to check in and see what he can do to make you feel okay again.

It's just that you're supposed to know the solution to this by now. You knew exactly what made you angry.

You knew exactly how to react.

And you knew exactly how to solve this. But it's always coming down to getting stuck at the first step and letting your feelings get the worst of you.

That's why you've become deaf to your fist pounding against the wall, the glass shattering into the bristles of your toothbrush and the snap of steel hitting the floor as the shower curtain's rings slipped off while you gripped the soft cotton material in your hands. The reflection of yourself ignored you; it saw the way you cowered with your knees in the shards, nails needing to tear through what you held. Tears fell from those full eyes.

And you let go. Let your forehead rest against the bath. Let yourself feel the way your tears make your cheeks go stiff every once in a while, the warmth of your knuckles covered in blue and the sting against your knees.

"I'm so tired," You whispered to whoever wants to listen. Nonetheless, you got up, put the rings back onto the pole and the pole back onto the brackets, dusted your knees, went to get the broom and dustpan for the glass and back again to throw it away. Of course you overlooked the scruffiness of the curtain and how some pieces of glass got dropped in the hall. Maybe how small droplets of blood trickled down your shins.

But you didn't go back in there, grabbing a few tissues from the coffee table in the living room as you sat on the couch; wipe away your tears and use a place to loathe.

You wipe up the blood on your knees, having to hold the tissue on the one 'cause it doesn't want to stop dribbling. The ticklish feeling agitated you even more, making you pressure the tissue harder.

You wished the feeling of wanting him here would go away.

You're supposed to know the solution to all of this. You're not supposed to want his help, whether you're his significant other or not. You brought the blanket that was folded neatly on the sofa to you, covering yourself in it's warmth whilst keeping the tissue pressed to the absent pieces of skin.

In all honesty, you sometimes doubted he would be back. It doesn't happen often that he storms out, but he always comes back. You've questioned what he's done in the time he wanted to himself, but he only answered vaguely, saying he "just needed some air".

He'd get tired of you eventually. Nobody wants to deal with someone so stubborn and you knew it.

You rested your eyes, your head and knees falling softly against the big couch cushion.

You didn't know when he'd be home, but there was no energy left in you to prepare an apology.

🧛‍♀️🪄˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰˚ˑ༄✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* (we dreamin)

You felt arms wrap around your back and under your legs, hoisting you up from the couch. It was Kunigami, hushing you when he saw your glazed eyes twinkle softly from being a little open. He kept you tucked under his chin as he moved you to the bed, laying you down softly on the spot where he had already pushed the blankets aside.

Those blankets and the thick duvet covered you soon to shield you from the cold. You glanced to his bedside table, glaring at the digital clock that flickered 2:04 am. Tiredness ate you up, eyes closing once again.

The bed dipped in, and almost immediately, you were pulled into him. You felt the material of the soft onesie you got him for his birthday. You'd always recognize it as he doesn't willingly own such cushy clothes.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling him scootch against you under all the blankets and bedding.

"I forgive you," he said, because you both knew your reaction wasn't right, and he'd rather want to talk about things like that instead of prying. "I'm sorry I barged out," he doesn't want that to happen again either.

"I forgive you."

You heard him exhale with your arm wrapping around his side.

"Your problems are my problems." He looked down upon you and graced your cheek with the tips of his fingers, "I'm not with you just for a fun experience, I'm here 'cause the way you make me feel has nothing to do with anyone else. My love for you is just for you. I want to make the most out of the time we have together, and I want to give you the most. I want this to work, but that's a conversation we'll leave for tomorrow over breakfast in bed."

He gently combed through your hair, kissing the top of your head every now and then until you safely fell asleep close to him.

#kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #kunigami fluff #kunigami angst #kunigami rensuke fluff #kunigami rensuke angst #blue lock requests #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #aot requests #genshin impact requests #demon slayer requests

[ech0lesss]

Because I can and have more headcanons. I feel like there was a small lack in the other one, so here’s so more! <3

Streber x Reader x Kevin HCs (Pt. 2)

Like I said in the other headcanons, I headcanon Streber as pretty short (5’3-5’5) so he would love getting piggybacks from you and Kevin (if you could give him any)

no like he would love it, like he'd ask you all the time "Y/N CAN YOU GIVE ME A PIGGYBACK????" with the puppy eyes n shi

"streber we're in public..." he doesn't care though :)

You can catch Kevin zoning out on you and just watching you do your thing. If you call him out on it he’ll be embarrassed.

Streber will come to your job and annoy you the whole time, whether you like it or not. He has a lot of free time on his hands.

Streber also definitely sends you memes at 2am. Without context.

Streber's a huge horror fan, I just know it. Kevin doesn't like it that much because Streber keeps bugging him to watch horror movies all the time, but eventually Kevin caves. he always does.

If you like horror too he'll be making you watch horror movies all the time. If you have the kind of sense of humor I do, you two will laugh at the most toe-curling, nightmare inducing, horrifying scenes while Kevin is staring at you two in disbelief.

Oh yeah, Streber is definitely alt. Maybe a scene kid or emo??

Streber tries to steal clothes from you two ALL THE TIME. He's small, so they're probably huge on him.

Kevin will subconsciously touch you while you are both doing your thing. He notices after awhile and quickly moves away in embarrassment, you think it's cute.

Kevin definitely clings to you in your sleep, and when he wakes up and realizes what he's doing, he gets flustered and pulls away. If you pull him back he'll become even more flustered and just sit there really tense. Just hold him close and stroke his back, then he'll calm down after awhile, then melt into your touch.

Kevin honestly just needs to be more comfortable with touch, you have to show him that he is allowed to show his love like that

Kevin drives you two everywhere lol

Kevin has absolutely no rizz but looks like he would but he is just so tired all of the time

definitely has bags under his eyes

neither does Streber have any rizz but he will try to flirt with you two (and it's effective on Kevin)

if you play video games, Streber will annoy you the whole time and try to distract you and get you killed sometimes just so he can piss you off lol. sometimes he helps you though

if your ever feeling down Streber offers cuddles and Kevin offers to talk about it

Streber is the annoying but funny guy while Kevin is the sarcastic passive aggressive dude

you may think Streber would cry at movies BUT WRONG ITS KEVIN

he would watch braveheart and cry (like i did... i literally sobbed and screamed)

Streber has those creative but really bad insults. like he would call you a pink lollipop hat and leave you like "what"

pet names make Kevin literally MELT

literally if you just hold his face in your hands and call him your sweet boy he will cry

Streber also adores pet names and uses them all the time (even when your in public) there's no limit to PDA with Streber

Kevin only holds hands with you in public but when Streber goes further with PDA he gets flustered but allows it

if you do it he'll also be flustered

just sometimes you all have a lazy day, trapped in each other's arms, snuggling together in a warm cuddle pile in your dark room, the light peeking through your thins curtains

sometimes you all like to just sit in your bedroom and do your own thing while some soft music plays in the background, you don't even need to say anything you can just live in the moment with them both

god forbid you ever come home harmed or upset in any way, Streber will find out whatever happened and hunt down whoever hurt you

same with Kevin, he will (try to) beat the shit out of whoever tried to hurt you

if it wasn't anyone's fault or you made a mistake, Streber will comfort you anyway he can and give you a hug n kiss

Kevin isn't good at comfort so depending on what happened he will probably just say "It's alright, it wasn't your fault"

Streber is good at reading people so if you're ever distressed he can quickly tell and ask you what's wrong

if you avoid the question and try to tell him that everything's fine, he won't believe you but he'll leave you alone for a bit

Kevin won't be able to tell as fast as Streber but he'll try to force you to open up before giving up

Streber wants you to know that they're both there for you and they care about you

whatever your going through they'll go through it with you no matter what it is

damn that was a bit angsty... i'll save more of the angsty stuff for another time if someone wants to request it

i think Streber falls asleep pretty quickly, especially during movies

if you and Streber fall asleep during a movie, Kevin will finish the movie and carry you two to bed to snuggle

if only you fall asleep, Streber will probably notice first and point it out to Kevin. he will talk about how cute you look and Kevin will just smile softly while looking at your peaceful face.

maybe i'll make even more, but this was pretty long... enjoy, losers!/affectionate

#streber x reader x kevin #streber x kevin #candybats #sweetfangs #spooky month x reader #streber x reader #kevin sm x reader #spooky month kevin x reader #kevin x reader x streber #kevin x streber x reader #streber x kevin x reader #echo writes

[blaize-hewwo]

Steve was scared he was out this late on his own in the middle of nowhere his car broke down almost three hours ago and only 2 cars have passed yet no-one stopped to help. His phone has no signal and even better is almost dead he can't walk somewhere because he will get lost and as an omega in this world he would be 'Asking for it'

He sits in his car close to tears when he sees head lights flash into his car window and they stop he gets up not sure whether to be scared or thankful so a mixture of both leads him to having absolutely no clue what to do.

He slowly gets out of the car and sees a tall man climb out of the truck that stopped. He puts his hand out for Steve and then pulls it away because of the dirt and oil on it seeing how clean he was.

"Please tell me you know something about cars" "That's kinda my job Hun" he teased. It was obvious if you looked at him his work clothes literally read his company and then Eddie Munson Car mechanic.

Steve says "I wanna hug you" "I love feisty boys but you might wanna let me see if I can do anything for the car first" he opens up a few things grabbing some tools as Steve shakes standing in the freezing cold of the night.

"It's your Fuel filler it's filled with water because of a leak and when it's cold the water freezes and because the car won't start the heat from it won't melt it so your car basically thinks it has no fuel so it stopped" Steve sighs "This is not gonna be an easy fix is it" "Not something I can do now no" "Your best bet is let me tow it to my garage and call a taxi I'll wait with you if you'd feel safer"

"That's a no go my phone is almost dead and there is no signal here plus I don't have any money so I can't pay you either I'm sorry" "Hey Sweetheart it's fine I saw someone who needed help and I helped I don't need money for that I'm not on shift" he winks.

"Mkay but I don't know what to do" "How about you hop in the truck with me I tow your car to my garage and I'll do the work on it free of charge think of it as a discount for pretty stranded boys and I'll drop you off home or even near your home I understand if you don't want a random guy knowing where you live"

Steve rubs his arms "I mean sure I'm either gonna get kidnapped by you or someone else and if it's by you at least I'm warm" he opens the truck and helps him in. He hooks up the car and does his thing then gets in driving off to his garage. The warmth and the smell of oil mixed with his scent seeping ever so slightly through his skin made Steve want to fall asleep.

He yawns softly but doesn't as they arrive he gets the car off "Anything you need from there now before we leave" he pats his pockets and shakes his head sleepily. Eddie jumps back in and asks Steve where he's dropping him off.

He mutters the address and says "If it's out of your way you can just drop me off somewhere along your way and I'll walk the rest of the way" "I'm not letting you walk nowhere on your own in the freezing cold at 2am" "At this point I'll probably just fall asleep"

He chuckled softly and says "Besides I live 2 apartment blocks away" "I've never seen your truck" "It's new that's why" he drops him off and Steve heads to the first door and drops his head against the door. Eddie who was waiting for him to go inside and the light in his apartment to turn on so he would leave shouts out the window. "what's up"

Steve walks back over timid "I- my keys are still in my car I was so tired I didn't realize I didn't have them cause thought that my mailbox keys where my apartment keys" he apologizes and says "I'll just walk to my friends house and stay there I'll come pick them up Tomorrow"

"Hey come on its late just stay with me when I head to work I'll take you and you can get your keys and stuff. Though your car will be a couple day job" Steve thinks about and shrugs "What's the worst that will happen" he gets back in the truck and he smiles at Eddie who leans down to grab something from the passenger footwell.

A wrench? "I need that cause I'm fixing my sink in the kitchen at the moment and I'll forget otherwise" "I'll hold it for you" he puts it in his hand "I'm not gonna hurt you" he turns the corner and the way his muscles flex. Steve rubs his eyes tired.

They get to his apartment and he opens the door teasingly saying "Who knew keys would be useful for this" Steve elbows him softly. They go in and Eddie heads to the shower after grabbing some clothes "Do you need a shower"

Steve nods softly a little embarrassed. He was looking around it was a huge apartment it was 3 times the size of his. He stretches slightly and looks at the sink in the kitchen and all the stuff sat next to it. He giggles at how hard Eddis is trying to fix it.

He sits on the Sofa as Eddie had told him to get comfortable. He walks in to the bedroom after Eddie calls him. "see I don't have anything for you too wear but if you stick on a baggy shirt and underwear my friends sent me as a joke think you should be okay"

Steve nods softly and stretches. He walks in to the shower trying to ignore how Good Eddie looked in nothing but sweats and he meant nothing, that was obvious not that Steve was looking or anything he definitely wasn't drooling over an alpha he just met

He gets in the shower with a sigh at the feeling he washes his body smiling and stretching the string smell of his body wash filling his nostrils making him smile he loved his smell. He gets out drying off Eddie had put the clothes just inside the door.

He gets dressed raising an eye at how well the underwear fit and pulling the shirt on he blushed softly wearing his shirt was kind of something you would do in a relationship. He walks out and he says "You can share the bed or I'll sleep on the couch up to you"

"It's your bed we can share if you won't let me sleep on the couch" he climbs in and he gets in facing away from him right at the edge of the bed. However when he wakes up that's a different story. He's laying on the awake Eddies chest both his legs on either side of one of his and his hands on his bare solid chest.

He looked a bit embarrassed. Steve looks up at him and mutters and apology. But Eddie holds him in place as he tries to move. He shifts his hips slightly feeling something solid against his thigh knowing what it was Steve shuffles around slightly trying to move.

Unusually he wasn't scared when Eddie flips them pinning him down no he was just turned on by this large man with rippling muscles he'd never even met before last night. He feels his legs being spread as he's carefully while pulling his clothes off looking for any sign of resistance or upset in the omegas reactions and expressions

"May I" Steve nods and Eddie just smirks he feels finger gently wrapping around him they pump him as he spreads his legs more of their own accord. A finger entering inside his slick hole making him moan softly a second being added making his hips push down.

He was a lot smaller than Eddie so his two fingers were equivalent to the three Steve usually stops at. He whines softly as he pushes a third in taking a few thrusts and stretching motions for him to finally moan out in pleasure.

Eddie flips him over and pulls his hips up pulling himself out of his boxers Steve sees it his mouth watering along with his eyes at the knowledge that he is so much bigger than anything he's ever taken. He rests on his fore arms head buried in his pillow the scent making him calm.

The low sound of him lubing himself up making him clench softly in anticipation Eddie smirks pushing his thumb in feeling how easy he gets sucked in. "relax for me my pretty omega" he breathes slowly waiting for it not sure when he'll push in.

The tip rests against his hole and he slowly pushes in as Steve tries to breathe evenly. He whines softly at the stretch but moans no less when he gets all the way in. Two thumbs rubbing at his lower back as the palms hold his hips fingers wrapped around him tight.

Steve rubs his stomach softly feeling a small bump at the lower area of his stomach. He moans softly and hides back in the pillows pushing back on him. Eddie takes the hint slowly pulling out and pushing back in Steve moaning into his pillow ever so softly.

It takes a few thrusts but he inevitably finds his prostate and he abuses it. He slams into him so hard his arm give out his legs shaking the only reason he didn't fall into bed was the hold he had on his hips pulling him back to match his thrusts.

Steve was moaning louder and louder soon loud whines mixed in as he starts to feel the urge to cum. He raises his head looking fucked out drenched in sweat from being used like this "Right there I'm gonna cum please" he whines.

Eddie slams harder into the spot soon having the omega cumming all over his bed and moving ever so slightly so be was till fucking him but he was holding Steve's head down making him clean up the cum.

Steve's eyes fill with tears from sensitivity after a few minutes of being senselessly pounded. Soon he feels him twitch and liquid fill his insides. He pulls out and cleans them up arms wrapping around Steve's waist. Steve holds his cheeks kissing him gently "My cars gonna be breaking down more often if you come to my rescue"

#writing #steve x eddie #mechanic eddie #car clueless steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #alpha eddie #omega steve

[sexybabystevie]

okay but. i woke up today Thinking of the whole kas!eddie thing (courtesy of a friend i explained my evidence to the other day :) ) and. well. i've got something stewing in my mind right now. and this is a half-baked thought so bear with me. (also steddie post under the cut because this got a little longer than expected).

it's around two weeks after the events of season 4. two weeks after the town rips into four large tectonic-plate-like things and too many people are lost to keep count of how much loss there has been in general.

steve is trying to sleep, trying because it's pretty much a failed attempt - from still living in his parents' shitty home with nothing but blank memories to trying to cope with what his life even is anymore, sleep is far, far away - when a strange noise comes from his bedroom window. he's too tired to really put together what it sounded like, whether it was a grating, scratchy noise or whether it was more of a loud and spontaneous bang, and so it takes another two times of the same noise appearing for him to truly be aware of his surroundings. and he is terrified.

the noise is like nails on a chalkboard - or, perhaps, some kind of metal scraping against glass - and steve can already conjure about fifty scenarios that are horrible which could be his reality right now. from vecna being the thing at his window, ready to take vengeance against him for even thinking he was capable of stopping him that day with nancy and robin, to the gruesome image of the scratching coming from something - someone - dead, steve harrington is pretty sure that this life - this new life, after everything has transformed and shifted into depths of the unknown, after his town, as shitty as it was, has turned into nothing but a reminder of all that was lost, after even a minor sound or discrepancy sets all who remain of his little family on edge - has become fifteen types of his own personal living hell combined.

steve stays paralyzed, stuck in his head, for much longer than he ever has before. but then he remembers that he's the brave one, the one who fights off monsters he doesn't even understand - didn't even know of their existence prior - to protect those that he loves, those that he's meant to protect. his mind haphazardly wanders to the kids, a moment frozen in time that feels so far away now, back before anything was too amiss and they thought maybe they had a shot a happy, normal life, when the convinced him to take them to get ice cream at midnight and all jokingly - but was it so jokingly? - yelled out "thanks, mom!" afterward. it's this moment that gets him out of bed and moving towards the window, but not before grabbing the bat that he now hides just beneath his bed. just in case, which he hoped was a hypothetical never meant to happen.

it's too dark to see outside, 2am sky pitch black without the warmth of the moon, and steve's arms are tingling numb from an uncomfortable combination of fear, anxiety, and a little bit of rogue adrenaline. he acts against all better judgement, offhandedly thinking if he were in a horror film, he'd certainly be paying the ultimate price for this, and slides the latch on the window up and pushes the thick glass open.

for moments, there's nothing except the chilly bite of the wind, setting steve's body rigid, stone-like, against the darkness that's creeping in. the anticipation is palpable, heavy in the air, and steve thinks to himself that, if whatever it is is trying to kill him, he wishes it would just hurry up and get it over with instead of toying with him.

as if on cue, a dark figure seems to pass right outside the window - as well as can be seen when one is searching for shade against the shadows, at least - and steve grips his bat a little tighter and readies himself for the strongest swing of his life when a familiar voice calls out to him.

"woah, harrington, chill out! it's me!"

and steve freezes again. because truly, this cannot be real. he has to have fallen asleep and is in the midst of some wild fever dream.

but then the figure steps into his room, is visible due to the bedside lamp he has stationed to his right at all times, and steve feels exceedingly dizzy because eddie munson - the eddie munson who dustin claimed died weeks ago, the eddie munson whose funeral was scheduled for next thursday - is standing in his bedroom.

it takes him moments before he lets his bat fall to the floor, the exhaustion overtaking the adrenaline and practically causing his grip to falter. he's still guarded, memories of billy being something he wasn't in his final moments keeping him on edge, prepared for the worst possible outcome when in reality he should be celebrating, he should be relieved and happy. and as fucked up as it may be, he is.

out of everything his mind imagined, this was not among any of the possibilities, and it made sense why - this was good. maybe dustin was wrong, somehow eddie hadn't died in that swarm of hellish bats in the upside down, somehow he had just been mistaken. that night was hard for all of them, more stressful than any other inter-dimensional fight from before, so maybe... that could explain why eddie was now here, in steve's room, painfully familiar, almost bashful smile natural on his lips.

"how the hell are you even here, munson?" steve asks, voice low, no traces of venom found in his inquisition.

"let me crash here and i'll explain everything?"

steve makes his next horror-movie mistake while staring into eddie munson's soft brown eyes. he's not stupid enough not to notice it - the deep, dark bags underneath his eyes, the way his skin is disturbingly pale, his lips stained a dark red that's too bright to be normal - but he's also reminded of how he felt when he was walking in those haunted woods with him, when eddie had tried convincing him to start pursuing nancy again. steve had thought about telling him then, that he was actually into someone who he had previously misjudged, someone he really never expected to be into, and that nancy was really only the result of him being confused by the insisting of his other friends.

but he hadn't. they were too close to danger and steve thought expressing himself would set one of their fates into stone as being the next victim - wasn't that always a trope that was prominent too? - but he wasn't aware that their fates had seemed to be sealed with or without his confession.

he had spent weeks wallowing in guilt, wondering what could have been if only he had been at the scene of the crime, if only they had a little more time together. and lo and behold, two weeks after the dreaded incident, here he was, sneaking into steve's room in the middle of the night like he would've if they would have ever gotten a real chance at being anything other than a dying wish.

so, he lets his loving nature take over and moves forward to wrap his arms around eddie, in a sort of welcome back hug that he hopes can also express a few other things he's been thinking, and ignores the shiver that rumbles down his spine as his hand brushes against the other's. eddie munson's skin is ice cold.

#okay i. am not a steddie girl BUT the idea of kas!eddie and steve but like. almost pet sematary esque return of eddie was??? so cool?? #so i had to write this for everyone <33 #maybe. i could consider making this a fic at some point. however i sincerely cannot grasp eddie's character that well i think so #also if you catch the horror movie references well. i am unfortunately hyperfixated on scream so. they came naturally 😭 #em speaks #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fic #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #steddie headcanon #steddie hcs

[astrovian]

RE: Missing Richard. I know the feeling. The issue stems from the fact we do not know what he is doing next. We do not know whether he is going to be/ has been cast for a new project. We do not know whether he is going to write a 2nd book. AND...whether he likes it or not, some of his fans DO wonder about his private life. What he does when he has some time off. A recent trip he has been to. And, yes...his romantic life. I know it is annoying for me to bring this up, but some fans do care. 1/2

I know this is the 1st part of 2 (?), but I just really wanted to address it

It's not annoying to bring it up!! I 100% understand what you're saying. I would actually say that the vast majority of fans care about that sort of thing. I won't lie as well - from time to time, I've wondered about his private life. but I think if you are a fan of him, it is actually your moral responsibility to embrace the fact that we shouldn't know a lot about his private life. he's made it clear he doesn't want us looking either at or into it - and therefore it's up to each of us to respect his boundaries and stop those thoughts (and any possible actions stemming from them) in their tracks. I'm not saying we're always successful - just that we should at least try

but anyway, just a couple of things I think we all (including me) need to keep in mind when he disappears from social media...

One:

the thing that I think often gets lost in these sorts of conversations is that for people like Richard... his social media IS his job

and I often have to remind myself of this when I'm like, "aww man, he hasn't posted anything this month"!!

because it is easy to forget that, these days, his social media is just another part of his job. I'm not saying there aren't any actors who don't have social media... but they are rare

I'm also not saying he doesn't enjoy social media or that it's a big chore for him, but it's also not something he can really use without being very well aware of who his audience is

It's like how I'm a teacher - my actual job description is to teach & look after my students during the school day. I don't get paid for anything else beyond that part of my job

but... it's also an unavoidable aspect that my job also means that there are just certain things I can't do in public. It's actually written into my contract that my behaviour outside of the school & outside school hours (including on social media) will be "respectable". Because whether I like it or not, if a student or parent recognises me throwing up drunk & half-naked on the sidewalk at 2am, it reflects poorly on the school & their reputation. so while it's technically not my job, it is an aspect of my job that I have to be very aware of what I'm doing in public

posting content on social media is not directly Richard's job, but I would argue it is an aspect of his job nowadays that he needs to have some sort of presence there - and that he needs to ensure it's not particularly offensive or negative. he has to be very aware of what he's posting in public, which I'm sure can get really tiring & boring sometimes. I can imagine that being so aware of your public presence would be exhausting for someone so in the public eye like RA. sometimes it's just simply easier not to post than to double-check what you're putting out there

I think it's also easy to get carried away with 'yeah, he's just being himself posting whatever he wants' but like, no matter how you want to argue around it... his twitter & instagram & now tik tok is not the 100% authentic real him. it's his public-facing side. even if he's not promoting something in a post, he is well aware of who will be reading it & how it will come across - as well as the importance of simply having a presence online these days

so his social media is a very public aspect of his job. I'm not suggesting he doesn't enjoy using it - but we all need a break from our jobs & that public-facing side of life sometimes

Two:

another thing that needs to be remembered re: the fact that (you're right) this often does stem from the fact that we often have little idea what project he'll be in next & when:

confidentiality is a huge part of his job. I know you're saying "duh, obviously", but like... I would say a fair amount of the time he goes MIA is simply because he can't share where he is or what he's up to. which sucks for us (and maybe him as well), but it can't be helped. if he's preparing for a role (and often while filming a role) he tends to post less because:

a) he needs to concentrate on his job

b) sets & film/shows have very strict confidentiality rules. he simply can't give us even the tiniest clue or hint as to what he's up to until the project & his casting & other information has been publicly announced... which sometimes doesn't happen until after shooting is nearly finished - and shoots can take months

It's like with The Man From Rome - RA barely posted while shooting, while other crew members were giving us SO much content from set & production each day

it's okay to have missed him posting during that time - but (especially now that we've seen the actual call sheets from set) we know that the crew were legitimately breaking the confidentiality clause in their contracts by posting that stuff (lol - not that any of us would turn them in for that). if the production company had cared enough or noticed, they at the very least would have been given warnings about it & asked to take those posts down

RA avoids all that mess by basically going dark for a bit. I can imagine it's also hard to post things (especially pictures) during that time period without accidentally giving something away that you didn't mean to

Three:

a lack of posting is also just simply privacy: it's an unfortunate side-effect of his job that if you post your location & activities a lot, people tend to get a bit... stalker-y

I posted earlier today about all the times I had semi-near misses with him in London - when he posted indicating he had been somewhere nearby to where I also happened to have been at the same time. but tbh the fact that I even know that is... kinda really creepy to me. don't get me wrong, I would love to have had a run-in with him because holy fuck, but like... I also shouldn't know his recent locations. I don't want to actively seek the man out

and as much as we can go "well, not all fans are stalkers so he should have no problem posting stuff regularly"... the issue is we know people are awful, particularly on the internet, and we know it only takes one person out of all of his fans to recognise something in the background or some landmark near him & take things way too far and start actively seeking out where he is. so I would imagine much of what he posts about where/what he's up to is hours, if not days after he was actually there

and again, being super vigilant about that sort of thing and not letting anything slip out by accident isn't necessarily easy to do 24/7... so sometimes it's just better & easier not to post so frequently

It's perfectly fine to miss his presence on social media - heck, we all do, but I think we need to also be understanding that his social media is part of his work. and the man deserves a god-damn break from his work sometimes

and it's also uh... not actually our place to demand information about what he's up to in his career either currently or in the near future

but I do have good news for you, anon - he did confirm that he is writing (or will be writing) a second book 😉

#daily reminder that it's okay to miss hearing from your favourite celebs on social media but also... they don't actually owe us any posts! #richard armitage

[mcrmadness]

I tried to google about spring tiredness (in Finnish), why is every article about being burnout and related to work, and not about the phenomenon itself??? Like, I just wanted to know if spring tiredness as a term (well it's one in Finnish at least) means excessive tiredness in general and whether it has something to do with seasons etc. or not, but everything is about "this is why you might be tired at work during spring" - NOT WHAT I WAS ASKING ABOUT???

This is more like a chronic jetlag. I know it takes time for a body and brain to get used to the changes of a sleeping schedule, but I also know my own circadian rhythm is not normal. My sleep phase is delayed, and my day has more than 24 hours in it. I would say 30h is closer to the amount of hours in my inner clock.

But at this point this is getting ridiculous. It feels like my inner clock would be partially broken and only has 12 hours now. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's hella annoying when it feels like my body does not stop producing melatonin at all. It's like having melatonin high 24/7, my whole body is shaky and my muscles feel SO WEAK because of that. And I know I'm not sick or anything like that, because this is how I feel when I have stayed up for 24 hours too, and this time I haven't.

This is now the third day in a row. I have slept at night, I wake up around 8am, I become really tired at 10am, afternoon is the worst, just wanna have a nad at 5pm and then can't wait for it to be late enough so that I can go to sleep because if I go to bed too early, then I will wake up even earlier and will be even sleepier and drowsier the next day.

I woke up after 8am today and I have been awake for 2 hours and I already feel so exhausted. I haven't even eaten any breakfast yet and I still feel like I'm ready to go to bed cos I just want to sleep. I SLEPT FOR OVER 8 HOURS WHY IS MY BRAIN LIKE THIS. Besides, it was MY BODY that woke up. It could have very well kept sleeping for a couple of hours more but no. Just had to wake itself up and be like "oh it's morning :)" and now it's getting sunny outside and I'm getting so much more tired it's insane. I affects my ability to even do things cos my whole body feels so annoying and I can't focus on anything because of the sensory things. Even tho that might be also the key, and it might help me wake up physically if I actually went for a walk or something instead of sitting in front of the pc the whole day doing nothing cos I feel too exhausted.

But yeah, this is my normal. This is what happens with my if I can't follow my circadian rhythm, and some times my brain does this thing especially in the spring where it just randomly clicks and follows the majority's normal circadian rhythm which doesn't fit my body at all. I keep being told you can get used to it and you can learn to get used to waking up in the mornings. No I cannot. I have done that, I have been in schools and had to wake up to those early on for YEARS because my schools started at 8am, I have had a job that started before 8am. My current school starts at 9am. I am able to distract myself from the feels of tiredness with work, especially physical work, but if I keep sitting in one place, I just get so tired. I was always so exhausted at school and even in vocational schools I have had to fight against my body's urge to fall asleep in class. It usually doesn't matter if I have slept enough hours, it's just that I'm forced to wake up earlier than what would be natural for me. It's like if someone with the normal rhythm was waken up at 2am to go to work/school at 4am. I bet they'd get drowsy too eventually.

My own normal circadian rhythm would be to sleep from 2-4am to 10-11am. If I wake up at 11am, I won't get nearly as tired as I get now that my body has kept waking me up between 7-8am after I've gone to sleep between midnight and 2am.

Hopefully it gets better today if I manage to shower after breakfast and then manage to leave the house.

#mcrmadness venting #funny how I always keep venting on Tumblr about me being tired every time this happens #also I've noticed that having 'normal' sleeping schedule always affects negatively my moods #I was trying to maintain one in last autumn because of school etc. and I've never had so much anxiety and intrusive thoughts than then #the second I started staying up at nights again - also my moods got better

[the-ladyrae]

I debated whether to post this or not, but I feel like it would be better to get these thoughts out of my head rather than leaving them to fester. I have therapy tomorrow and plan to discuss this with a professional but holding myself accountable to the void never hurt.

I ponder what it means to be better....

It's 2 am on a Tuesday night...Wednesday morning? It's difficult to understand time...I haven't really done this in a while. Since I was in college really. Since I gave up on pretending I had any control over where my life was going.

And I'm writing this now because I need something to remind myself that I want that feeling back.

I have to be at work. At a job I hate that barely sustains me in 6 hours.

I know I won't make it on time but I want to try

I want to pretend I have at least one hand on the steering wheel while in reality it's careening off a cliff and I'm actually in the passenger seat whispering into the wind as if it will hear my half hearted cries and save me once again.

It always used to catch me before I fell.

I would court destruction in a way that would make most mortals recoil in fear. And time after time I was saved.

The salt water or the sun I didn't care which heights I flew to or which depths I sunk. I don't think I'll ever allow myself to know which was my undoing... but I fell and I kept falling...and nothing caught me this time.

I think I hit the bottom.

But then again I've thought I hit the bottom before... then I grabbed a shovel.

I'm 25 years old and $25,000 dollars in debt.

That should frighten me more than it does, but right now I can't bring myself to care.

It's 2am on a Tuesday night and I think my story just began. We've set the stage. Introduced all the characters. Now all that's left is to decide what I want to say.

But saying something and doing something and BEING someone are all very different things and I harken back to times when I would cling to small insignificant fragments of happiness in order to feel human.

This what I'm doing now I don't quite know if it's self harm or self reflection but I cannot stop and I cannot sleep. Because it is 2 am on a Wednesday morning and for the first time in a half a decade I don't feel tired...

Mentally that is.

Physically my bones are aching and my eyes are heavy. I can feel my heart beat in my finger tips as my hands tremble while I write this but my mind is clear.

My mind is clear and the silence is beautiful.

I can hear her crying.

A voice I thought was long dead in the back of my mind crying screaming begging for us to do things differently but silenced by the apathy. The majority. The crowd pretending that we know best because we must. We've never led you astray before it's always turned out...

Until it didn't.

They locked me in a glass box where I could make no sound and draw no breath.( I think they hoped it would kill me)

And then they set my world alight.

I was a promising young woman once. Set on changing the world...

And now I'm digging my world out from the ashes and hoping the ground doesn't fall out from under me.

I feel present in my body for the first time in a long time and I'm scared I'll disappear if I go to sleep. If I wake up and let it be Wednesday morning. I'm reminded of the quote

Even if we are not ready for the day it can't always be night.

For the night is dark and full of horrors, but daylight reveals a more dangerous beast by far...

Are we more ourselves in the quiet of night or by the light of day?

It is 2 am on a Tuesday night and I am myself again in a way I cannot describe.

I hope it lasts this time. I'm not ready to say goodbye.

I'm done digging.

I'm done crying.

I'm done screaming from my glass box being roasted alive while my life burns down around me.

But I'm still scared to sleep.

We're only given so much time, and I fear I've wasted mine.

But that can't be. After all, this is only the beginning of the story. Right?

I hope. Is the short answer.

I pray. Is the hopefull answer.

I fear. Is the accurate answer.

But what is there left to fear if we've hit rock bottom?

Quite simple really.

I fear that there is still more to go.

I've been blessed... and I have suffered.

And I don't know if this will be the beginning of change... or the end of me.

Who are we without our darkest parts? What is shadow without light?

I'm scared to be lost to the nothingness when morning comes. I'm scared she'll come back and lock me back in that box and this time I won't whisper as we go over. I'll scream and scream and scream myself hoarse. Scream until my throat is raw and bleeding because we can do so much better. It doesn't have to be this way.

I ponder what it means to be better.

And I think in my heart I've always known.

I was a promising young woman once and I told myself I was going to change the world...

Then the world changed me. And for a while I forgot who I was.

It's coming in flashes now but I feel my bones rattling with the pressure of becoming. If I start trying what excuses will I be left with when I fail?

Maybe the promising young woman wasn't so promising after all.

It's 2 am on a Wednesday morning and I'm sitting alone with my thoughts for the first time in a while. Even when I used to do this I never let my mind wander. There were rules.

I only ever did this as a means to an end.

When we needed to release the pressur, or accomplish an impossible feat...

There was always background noise to make sure everyone stayed in line. White noise to fill the silence.

This beautiful blissful silence.

My mind is quiet in a way I don't remember it ever being. And I want to do better. I want to hold onto this feeling come Wednesday morning and wake-up as this person.

If that's even possible. Gods do I want it to be possible...

But I also fear it in a way I cannot describe.

If I wake up as this.

Then it was real.

I've spent the past decade in a daze on auto pilot. Letting someone else pull the strings in my life.

Is it really so easy to just come out of the depths and try again?

I contemplate better and question if I even deserve it.

I did this.

I made those choices.

I sat there in silence while I wrecked my own life because I didn't think I'd get this far and I kept hoping that someone would stop me.

That it would finally be over.

Because dear God... it hurt.

It still hurts.

Even now.

My hands have stopped shaking but my heart is pounding. It is now 3 am on Tuesday night and I don't know how much longer I can pretend it's night.

I have to be at work in five hours but I know I won't sleep.

The pages I've filled here tether me to this moment. While I keep writing the quiet stays and there is a certain rhythm to the silence. A strange symphony made up of the vent across the room, my shallow breaths, my fingernails as they swipe across my phone screen, and my beating heart. Other sounds of the night interject where they may and all they bring is terror.

Terror that the outside world is encroaching upon my time and I will soon return to no longer being myself.

It is 3 am on a Wednesday morning and I do not know who I will be when I wake.

I do not dare to hope.

I'm scared of what I'll dream.

They'll try to drag me back down I'm sure of it. Complacency and a flippant attitude that says I don't care, because I can't.

I want to care.

I want to be better.

I don't want it to hurt anymore.

But I don't remember a single moment of my existence where awareness wasn't pain.

I gave up control a long time ago intentionally, because it was easier to be numb.

We just needed to make it through till the end.

Someone will make the end happen sooner or later

What do we do when they keep moving the finish line?

Do we simply wake up...

And be... better?

Or do we wake up amid the carnage we've spent our entire adult life burying our deepest sense of self under and scream.

I've never seen such gleeful destruction rought upon oneself. Rome wasn't built in a day but it sure burned in one.

I am my own Roman empire and I set it alight for 10 years for what?

Just to see what would crawl from the ashes? If anything at all survived.

I can feel the clarity receding as the calm settles in.

I have to hold onto the panic else be cast down again. My own divine comedy frozen in a lake of tears a devil of my own making so far from the light of heaven that my sins run rampant. Torturing me in the shadows cast over the land.

I ponder what it means to be better and hope this is the first step.

It's 3 am on a Wednesday morning and I hope someone hears me when I ask for help.

I hope I'm not beyond saving.

But there is a lot of work to be done. And I'm frightened.

It feels like I've written at least 5 stops into this so far, and it's entirely too dense and nonsensical to unpack in an hour but the words are the only thing keeping me grounded.

So I write.

If I stop I'll fall asleep and it will be morning.

For now it is 3am on a Tuesday night and the world makes sense. Or at least it's starting to.

I hear the wind howl outside of my bedroom window and recall how it used to frighten me as a child.

A much simpler fear than what I'm faced with now.

A deeper conflict of self, or responsibility to one's self and one's own actions at the very least.

I don't think I've ever doubted who I am at my core. But the lines get blurry sometimes when the world tells me I need to be someone stronger.

Harsher.

Cruelty comes as naturally as breathing to her and it makes my heart bleed.

I often turn it inwards and say I'm doing it to protect the world from what I could have become.

The promising young woman, making promises she couldn't keep. Or worse keeping things she never should have promised.

I've gotten into bed now and all the lights are out except for one and it's nearly 4 am on a Wednesday morning and I don't know what the daylight will bring.

I can't promise the world I'll be better.

It's not that easy.

I won't promise myself I'll try harder.

It can't be that simple.

What was the point of all this struggle. Of all of this pain.

If I can just decide to be better?

If I can just grab the wheel before we go over.

If I can just pull my body from the wreckage and walk away.

Do I deserve forgiveness?

Do I deserve a beginning?

Did I deserve the suffering.

It was all self inflicted... almost all.

The world was cruel to me at times I won't pretend it wasn't. But I was cruelest to myself.

I blinded myself with pretty lies that this was the way it had to be. And then exhausted myself fulfilling that prophecy. Keeping myself miserable and chained.

What if I let myself go.

Are there any parts of myself I'm OK with leaving behind?

Will they suffer alone in the dark for the whole of eternity?

Will they be allowed the rest they denied me?

Will they simply shrivel up and die like a parasite cut off from its host?

Or will that darkness stay with me forever lest it latch onto another, weaker, poor unsuspecting soul?

Is it really my strength?

Or is it simply 4 am on a Wednesday morning in a world where I feel like I'm out of options?

I don't know what the dawn will bring but I'm tired.

It's 4am on a Wednesday morning and I hear a siren in the distance behind the snowfall and I wonder

If it's for me...

An alarm to tell me I'm already asleep.

That I was asleep the whole time and that this was all a dream that I'll wake up from soon.

Will I remember this come morning if it is?

I hope so...

I want to wake up and do better.

The promising young woman that always was. At the beginning of her story. Whether she carries the darkness inside or chooses to leave it behind the path forward can no longer be blamed on being unaware.

It's 4 am on a Wednesday morning and I'm awake.

Maybe this time I'll do better...

Part of me thinks that's naive.

Another part says it's arrogant.

My eyes close and open slower than they did when I began this hours ago but I've turned off the lights now so it was really only a matter of time.

Time marches on, I'm reminded.

As I reflect on how I got here.

The wind howls outside my window holding me present in the moment as morning encroaches.

The sky is beginning to take on an orange ish hue that I associate with early mornings as dawn begins to break.

My housemates will wake in an hour and it will be morning.

I will have to sit with myself in the light of day and reckon with my late night thoughts.

Then I will have to make a decision: face the consequences of being awake? Or live in fear while I succumb to the consequences of staying asleep...

For now, it is 5 am. on a Tuesday night, and the world is quiet.

The other shoe will drop in the morning, and I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.

.

..

...

..

.

It is 6 am. on Wednesday morning, the hour I slept, neither refreshing nor restful.

My world is no longer burning down around me.

Time to pick through the ashes.

#therapy thoughts #mental health #trauma #writing #freeform poetry #rambles #maybe it'll work this time #maybe it'll pass

[unknown-ladies]

5 and 9 for both of your F/Os! <3

5. Who’s more spontaneous? Would your f/o randomly want to go on a midnight drive out in town or would they be the one to complain that they’re tired?

Out of all of us, 🔥 is definitely the most spontaneous. She's not just got a quirk relating to fire, her attitude is fiery, too! If she gets an urge to do something, she's going to be doing it and likely dragging me along - whether that's finding out there's a concert or convention in town, or getting a shopping spree urge. Out of me and 🔘, absolutely myself. She's been raised by Duel Academia to stick to a regime and routine, it's what she's grown up on and learned... but that doesn't stop the urges I get to sometimes head out into town and see what's open at 2am in the morning. I don't like heading out alone, so she'd be asked along. Sure, it risks her turning me into a playing card to not have to deal with the early hours, but that's some of the fun!

9. What texts or phonecalls do you expect from them during the day? What do you text them during the day?

From 🔥 I usually get study questions or selfies of rescues she manages, as well as whenever she thinks she's done something highly impressive in her own school's Hero Course. I try to help her out with the studying outside of Hero things, but I'm not that great at subjects, either, haha. Maybe one day I can actually help her out. She gets encouragement from me, as well as pictures of bunny rabbits doing silly things. This is on top of the romantic gushing.

From 🔘 it can vary from her modifying her deck to have more synergy (her signature Fusion, Sea Monster of Theseus, can cause a bit of difficulty for her deck sometimes despite it being a Tuner), the invasions she's assisted with and people she's carded, to complaints about other Duel Academia soldiers that aren't to be discussed within Duel Academia. I text her back my own opinions on how she might be able to help her deck improve, and while I should be moving her away from the carding people... the smile on her face when she does that to innocent civilians is just so cute! I can't bring myself to tell her to stop. She gets most of my fashion selfies and we compliment each other's wardrobe and makeup!

I just realised... 🔥 doesn't know that 🔘 is a villain yet, and 🔘 doesn't know that 🔥 fights people like her...

That could go a lot of ways in the future...

#Proship Selfship #Pro selfship #F/O Ask Meme #F/O Ask Game #F/O Tag - Synchronized Invasions #F/O Tag - Enflamed Heroics #starseverance

[onebizarrekai]

god the pizza delivery saiouma au

#I ALWAYS FORGET THIS EXISTS #you guys have no idea #I wanted to make a whole mini series about it #but I don't have TIME #plus me re-hyperfixating on this is recent #my brain is in shock #it's 2am and it doesn't know whether or not it's tired

[theunaestheticstudyblr]

STEM writing advice

Ok so this could probably work for a lot of writing, but the only writing I've done in years is scientific papers, so I don't wanna lay untrue claims. Anyways, here we go!!!

Don't just put in a quote. Unpack it. By that, I mean explain the contents of the quote and then how it relates to your topic. For example, let's say you're writing about the sky and use the following quote: "the sky gets its color due to the reflection of light". Your followup sentence should explain this, looking something like: the blue color therefore is a result of this reflection in the atmosphere. It both helps explain the quote and its relevance. This is very important for supporting evidence for a claim.

Titles are hard!!!! I recommend writing your intro and discussion before deciding on one. This way you can pull a summary phrase from one to use for a title!

Download or save all your sources!!!! Trust me trying to find them panicking at 2am is no fun.

When compiling resources, make an annotated bibliography

WRITE ON YOUR SOURCES GOD DAMN IT!!!!! I don't know why this belief that you shouldn't write in books or on papers or anything is so prevalent. But fuck it. Trust me you want to write on them! It will save you so much time when you're looking for that once super specific, amazing, perfect quote you read.

Before you proofread, do not touch your paper for at least a day. Don't even think about it. You're too attached. After 24 hours of absence you'll be able to go "wow that really sucks what was I thinking?"

If you hit a block, just word vomit. Just write down anything and everything.

Or start with your evidence or quotes and build from there.

Use something like [zz] for missing information. That's what I use and it allows me to search the document for that to find where I'm missing something whether it's a citation, an explanation, a data point, whatever.

You don't have to write the sections in order. Write your methods first and your intro last. It doesn't matter at all.

It helps having someone else proofread your paper, but if no one can, Google translate or any read aloud service is amazing

Stuck on an idea? Talk about it to someone or something. I use my ferret. I'll just sit there and be like ok this is what my data is and this is the analysis from it, but how do I explain its relevance?? Like sure it shows this but what about this? And then eventually I figure it out. Bartenders are also great for this

If you don't like working at a library, make yourself a spot at home that's just for writing with no distractions. Yes, even that plant will get you away from your paper, trust me.

Get you a nice, soft pillow to bang your head against.

Learn to do calculations in excel and run analysis in a statistical software like R which is free to use!

If you want to access an article without paying, email the authors! A lot of time they'll send you the paper!

Keep track of ALL vocab. Any niche terms might have to be defined, so keeping a list with definitions/explanations is very helpful.

Make a folder with subfolders. Keeping things organized will save you so much time I promise. Put drafts in one folder, papers in another, lists in another, etc.

Save! Always save! Even better: set up autosave to occur every like 10 minutes.

Early mornings and/or late nights are gonna be your thing now I promise.

If your eyes start feeling strained or your head starts hurting, take a break! Trust me, once you start writing in what I like to call the "goo stage" (where you're starting to get foggy and tired, rubbing your eyes, stretching your back, etc) your work quality is gonna go way down. Get up, stretch, drink some water, take a walk, whatever.

Get a stress ball or something. Especially for running data analysis. Things get very frustrating.

Set up a news alert for your topic. It can help you find real world applications for your discussion as well as maybe find you a super recent publication!

#study blog #studyblr #student #student life #productivity #study hard #school #studying #notes #stem academia #writing #school tips #study tips #tips and tricks #tips #college tips

[luvring]

hello!! hope youre doing good <3

is it okay to ask for tsukki with a s/o whos been having only nightmares every time they sleep and bc of that they arent sleeping much?? its happening to me and i hate it lmao

— tsukishima with an s/o having nightmares

note from nia: regular nightmares gang rise.. there are two wolves inside me. one is saying "you should sleep you can't avoid it forever." the other says "if you sleep you'll actually have to deal with it." suddenly it's 2am and i'm rewatching my comfort show being silly and goofy. i hope you get to sleep well soon anon!! :(

the first time you text him about it he says "hold on" and doesn't come back for 10 minutes like. alright tsukki.

turns out he was looking up different things you could try and how he might be able to help

he doesn't want to pry too far but asks how long it's been happening and if you've noticed any specific triggers

if you wake up from a nightmare while he isn't already cuddling you, he comes over and quietly asks "another one?" while sliding into bed beside you

he asks if you want to talk about them. he doesn't say a lot but he is listening, and either way you find your head on his chest as he traces shapes on your back

he comes over with one of his hoodies and a dinosaur stuffie for you to sleep with when he isn't there </3 he switches out the hoodie when it doesn't smell like him anymore

he tells you to text or call if you wake up in the middle of the night. if you try to say you don't want to bother him he'll call you out because "it'd bother him more knowing you were struggling while he could have helped"

he'll stays on call as long as you need, talking about your plans for tomorrow and other random things to distract you

in the morning, he asks how you slept and if it's gotten any better while handing you one of your favourite snacks

if he notices you seem especially tired he drags you away somewhere to do something. he might hide it under the guise of needing a body double while working, watching a show, needing attention, etc. but he just wants to get you to rest

he tries to keep you out of your room while working whenever he can so you don't associate it with stress and make it worse

anytime you fall asleep throughout the day, he lets you lay on his shoulder or lap while he plays with your fingers or hair. there's a little (lot of) internal conflict going on because he wants you to sleep, but also read that you should establish a good sleep schedule. ends up choosing to let you take a short nap before gently shaking you awake

if the nightmares are happening a lot because you're stressed or anxious, he asks what he can help with. whether it's academics-related, personal relationship problems, or something else, he'll offer both his shoulder and advice

since tsukki isn't,, super good with words,, he falls back to acts of service and quality time to show you he cares—he knows he can't deal with your nightmares himself but he tries his best to make them easier in every possible way

acts like he hasn't done a lot to help as if he doesn't have multiple tabs open on helping with nightmares, how to make your favourite drink/food, a playlist he's making with calming/soft songs, a list of things he's noted down that help, and doesn't have a specific ringtone for you that can wake him up smh. nerd (affectionate)

#🛒nia.reqs #tsukishima kei #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu fluff

[starlitheaven]

— 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

pairing. gojo satoru x f!reader

summary. You surprise Satoru (and yourself) when you start texting him at 2am. He wakes up to your weak moment and it's not what he expects. He also doesn't expect to be getting himself off at 11am but, oh well.

tags. mutual masturbation, smut , headcanons hidden in there, phone sex?, dirty talk kinda, established (casual) relationship, Satoru-centric, feelings, comfort

notes. no idea what this even is um. i’ve never vocalized sounds so much but kinda had no choice here. this was supposed to just be you turning gojo on, but it got sweet at the end. we’re blaming thank u next/positions for this. (Btw Gojo has canonically seen Digimon, that’s why his cat is named Gatomon hdjdks)

word count. 2.7k+

Satoru doesn’t have many weaknesses (or any, really), but jet lag is a bitch whether you’re the strongest or not. Stumbling dead tired into his penthouse at around 11pm, he had enough energy to remove his clothes minus his boxer briefs, wash his face, and brush his teeth before almost literally falling into bed. He was asleep within the minute.

On a normal day, he wakes up at 9am, either going for a run or playing some Mortal Kombat before showering and getting ready. Last night he came back late, but a week earlier than expected from a particularly long mission out of the country with Okkotsu. Even before that mission, he was working almost nonstop and teaching the kids between that. Today, he wakes up a few hours past his normal time.

Opening one eye, Satoru groans at the bright sunlight coming into the window by his bed. He wishes he had enough energy last night to lower his blackout blinds. If he had to guess, it’s probably around 11am.

Finding his phone at the very edge of his nightstand, so close to falling on the ground, Satoru grabs it and checks the time. 11:19am reads back at him. Hell yeah, he was right. Of course he was~!

He has a few notifications from last night, most boring as fuck considering who they’re from: Yaga, Ijichi, Old Fucker #4, Old Fucker #2, but a few stand out to him.

Megumi-chan: you forgot to wish Kugisaki a happy birthday and she seemed pretty upset. Itadori and I took her to Balenciaga then dinner at Beige. I used your card so that’s what those charges are, thanks. 

Almost 40,000 yen for dinner and who knows what at Balenciaga…okay next message. 

Nanami Kento (o˘◡˘o): Call me when you’re back. Your cat is impossibly energetic. I strongly believe this is a dog in a cats suit. Onigiri is fed up. I’m also billing you for my ruined curtains. 

Maybe he should just go back to sleep but…oh. It’s you. 

You two had been going on dates and hooking up for a few months now. Did his month gone count? Anyway, you were aware that things weren’t completely serious or he wasn’t committed. You also weren’t, but he knew that you had mostly gone on a few first dates and none had stuck beyond that.  

What he loved about you is that you were a good judge of character. You knew what you deserved and who was worth your time. He loved being the exception to that! 

When Satoru is in a different part of the country, he occasionally finds someone to spend his downtime with if he’s really bored. Over time though, he’s found himself leaving those casual dates feeling…off. He’ll wish he had called you instead. 

He’s begun to wonder if you feel the same way on your own dates that aren’t with him. The thought has come to him more often lately.

During his month gone, you two had spoken maybe twice. Briefly. In the quiet of his bedroom, alone with nothing but cool bedsheets and filtering sunlight, he can admit he misses you. 

                              honeybaby (─‿‿─)♡

1:55am :  satoruuuuu

1:55am :  fuck I just ok

1:57am :  my date ended early he was just so boring. he wasn’t funny and was rude to the waiter!! idk I miss you

2:00am :  I came home and uhhh ahhhhh I put on your shirt. the black one you forgot here and ahhahfhajas

2:03am : ok so I didn’t wash it on purpose, it’s been in my closet and omg it still smells like you!!! what cologne even is this?? how expensive is this, I just know it is. Satoruuuuu

2:04am :  satoruu, you’ve been gone for so long I didn’t wanna say it because you have such an ego it doesn’t need to be any bigger, but I miss you.

2:05am :  you goddamn pretty boy ughhh, why are you so hot why do I miss your laugh why do I

Like always, you were definitely right. Seeing someone as stubborn as you being so vulnerable like this was inflating his ego. Snickering, Satoru cooed at how sweet you were to miss him so. He couldn’t wait to see you. To make fun of you and just tease you over this. He can already imagine the embarrassment in your eyes and irritated expression, how hilarious. 

Even if you didn’t mean to call him pretty boy endearingly, he actually loved that. The last person who’d call him that…

An audio message? This one was sent about 10 minutes after your last text. Satoru’s laughs slowly died down so he can hear what you’re going to say.

“Oh—oh fuck me, mmm—“ Satoru’s eyes widened in surprise. He was rarely caught off guard but this. This wasn’t what he—oh fuck, you were moaning and they were so soft and breathy. Along with those sounds you were making, he could hear a crude and sweet squelching sound.

Still in shock, there was no denying what you were doing. His mind was racing. He felt like the world just tilted, as if the jet lag just landed a finishing move on him. The universe kicking him in the balls. Something like that.

Was this real? Is he dreaming? This has to be a dream this is too—

“Mmm, I’m so fucking—oh,” you gasped breathlessly, and moaning out some obscenities. 

There was no going back to sleep after this. The bright sunlight and shade making a pattern over his body and bed didn’t even compute in Satoru’s mind anymore. The audio message was almost echoing in his large bedroom. You were whimpering and sighing out little ohh’s and ahh’s. Oh shit oh shit you sounded so fucking aroused oh fuckkkk

“Oh my god, mm baby—“ a high whimper and mhm mhm. You were a mixture of breathy moans, sighs, and gasps. Another gasp. A sigh. Satoru spread his thighs as he felt himself harden. His body needed to shut up, he’s trying to listen here.

“Ohhh fuck, Sa—“ you cut off to let out a louder moan. If you didn’t sound so erotic he would’ve been more upset that what was probably his name was cut off. 

He had expected your voice message to have been a biting threat to forget every text you had just sent. A threat to him to forget your vulnerability, but he had no idea you missed him that much. You may be the only person who missed him, actually. 

Well, Yuuji probably missed him too. He’s a really good kid and he—nope! Sorry to his precious student, but he’s a mood killer right now. Shaking his head to forget that, the sounds of your fingers rubbing on your dripping cunt brought him back into the mood. 

You sound so wet, shit. He can almost imagine what you’d look like. Laying on your bed (smaller and less comfortable than his), probably tangled in those new white silk sheets he bought you. Your purple ambient lighting painting your bedroom in seduction. Or maybe you lit up all those candles you love. Considering your texts, you were most likely wearing his shirt still. 

Maybe you were only in his shirt…you must look so pretty. Naked and bare in only his shirt. Your nice legs spread and soft skin flushed and warm. 

Oh damn, you were probably touching yourself in his shirt and surrounded in his scent. Which cologne was it? The Dior one? Should he wear it forever now??

“I just—mhmm,” you were so cute, still trying to talk while clearly so far gone. “Want you to—fuck, tease me n’—“ you gasped and whimpered. “n’ be mean to me, oh god be mean to me—hah—fuck that’s…pretendyoudidnthearthat!” 

You sounded like you were muffled. Like you were biting your lip in humiliation or embarrassment. He could imagine your face heating up and cheeks reddening in shame.

That’s. That alone is enough to get him off. He’s had a feeling you were into his mean streak, but wasn’t completely sure. This confirmation...much to think about. Then again, every thought he’s having is just flying out the window as he hears you getting yourself off. 

 “Fuck me harder—“ another gasp. Shit you must be close, you sound so slutty and needy. He will never financially recover from this. The world is done. “Fuck I wanna come—Satoru please—can I come please baby—mmm!“ 

What were you thinking about? What were you imagining? Because that’s where he wants to be, sheesh. 

“Satoru, Satoru, fuck—Satoru oh, mmm—ah,” Holy shit. You were unbelievable. He couldn’t even make fun of you, not when this was the hottest thing he’s ever heard. It sounded like saying his name was only taking you higher. You probably didn’t expect to get so aroused by sounding so desperate.

As someone who’s also stubborn like you, he knows how thrilling and good it can feel when you give up control. This usually manifests when the right person comes along. He’s glad he can be that for you, he’ll do so much with this for you (while also teasing and bullying you about it).

He couldn’t take it, he was getting so restless. “Fuck sweetheart,” Satoru groaned, palming himself to get some quick relief. “Wanna hear you come, sweet thing.” He just had to wait a bit more until you came. You deserved his undivided attention right now when you’re so close. When you opened up to him in your moment of vulnerability. Or just horny hours but, whatever.

“Satoru please, please ohh—” a longer and low moan. There it is. Oh, how goodamn euphoric. Goddess. “Fuck… mmmm….” A soft exhale. You must have come. He heard the sounds of you catching your breath and some silence. Then, you let out a pleased and breathy laugh before the audio message ended. It reminded him of a content kitten purring.

Oh yeah, he has to call Nanami to pick up his cat. He’s just gonna have to deal with Gatomon for another day because he won’t be getting up anytime soon. 

Now that the shock is wearing off and his cock his straining and leaking in his boxer briefs, Satoru finally slid them off. Taking his heavy and hot cock into his hands, he pressed play again. He considered sending his own audio message, but he’d rather just surprise you later at your door. 

This time, he groaned and moaned along with your sweet sounds. He tried to imagine whatever it was you were fantasizing. Maybe riling you up, teasing you and saying degrading little things. Staying composed while he winds you up and then makes fun of you for getting so turned on. You’d look so pretty with your eyes watering in frustration and arousal.

He wants to make you cry and feel embarrassed before it gets to be too much and you start acting like a brat again. You’ll switch things up on him, maybe pin him down and tease him back.

Oh that made his cock leak and throb even more. Cursing, Satoru began to pump faster.

Would you give him a little slap while you tease him and make him hold it all in? Until he’s frustrated and begging you to do something. Begging to be inside you.

Fuck, what if you pulled on his hair or gave him another slap and laughed at him, “awww, feeling frustrated? getting a little desperate to fuck me and come, pretty boy?”

Ohshitohshitohshit is all Satoru thinks before he comes all over his abdomen.

                                           ・❥・

Thinking back to how you went out on a date and how late your messages were sent, Satoru guesses today is your day off. 

He’s surprised that you hadn’t said anything after what you did last night, but you were probably trying to pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe you hoped it somehow didn’t deliver due to him being out of the country. He can imagine all these scenarios going through your head in an attempt to avoid dealing with this.

Too bad for you, he’ll never forget what he heard. Maybe it’s the Six Eyes, maybe he’s just a man, but that’s ingrained into his mind forever. He even walked to your place whistling a happy tune. Your power!

After fucking into his own hand like when he was younger, hornier and desperate, the fog lifted. His mind was clear and he was just left with the knowledge that you missed him. 

You were independent and didn’t really need him, but you still missed him. Just like he missed you. He loved Yuuta, but the kid was still so gloomy and not that funny. Not the most exciting company this past month.

Satoru hoped you hadn’t had lunch yet, because he didn’t and ordered some takeout to have with you. As he reached your apartment and went to your door, he thought about how you’d react to seeing him. 

If your face reddened in embarrassment and unreasonable anger over your own actions, muah! If you stuttered or hastily shut the door in his face, chef’s kiss. 

He thought of this as he knocked and waited for you to open the door. When it opened, he was met with a pleasing sight. As the old people say, a sight for sore eyes. 

Okay, he was kinda hoping you were still wearing his shirt. Instead, you were wearing an oversized washed out graphic t-shirt and lounge shorts. Still cute. Maybe he should leave the shirt he’s currently—

“Satoru!” 

He managed to turn off Infinity right before you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. He heard a muffled you’re back early, missed you as your face was buried in his neck.

You’ve complained about how standing on your tip toes while hugging or kissing him is uncomfortable after a while because he’s so freakishly tall, so he rests his hands on the small of your back so you can lean your weight onto him. 

Every stupid and witty thing he was thinking of saying left his brain. You smelled like soap and roses and were so warm from the shower or bath you must have just had. 

“Have you ate? I brought some crepes,” He asked, still holding you as you hadn’t let go. 

At that, shook your head and leaned back to look at him. “That sounds so good right now. Actually, I have strawberries and whipped cream if you wanna make it even sweeter,” you laughed peering up to look at his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Oh you knew him so well. Telling the restaurant to put extra wasn’t enough, he definitely needs it sweeter! To the point where the restaurant thinks it’s some sort niche order.

Before he could answer, you lowered his glasses with one hand and softly rubbed below his eye with a finger, “You look really tired, wanna take a nap first?” You murmured, then rolling your eyes. “On my ‘small ass bed’.”

Without letting him answer, you pulled away from him. You grabbed the takeout in one hand and held his own hand with the other. Setting the food on your messy kitchen counter, you led him to your bedroom and gently pushed him onto the pretty silk sheets. 

When you settled next to him, he automatically wrapped himself around you, resting his cheek on your collarbone. You removed his sunglasses and set them aside before slowly and softly scratching his head the way he likes.

Oh this shit felt soooo good, he’d purr if he had the energy. He was pretty tired, actually. 

You were smaller than he was, but you were warm and surprisingly comforting. He hadn’t realized how comforting you were until this moment. How much he just missed being with you. Again, he was surprised that you missed him too.

Your affection for him made his heart hurt a little. Weird, maybe he should get that checked out. He nuzzled into your neck before kissing you there.

“I know you’re the strongest or whatever,” you mumbled, letting one hand wander to rub over his shoulder blades. “but you work too much. People in your life expect too much from you.” 

You were spoiling him. He really didn’t deserve this, but he’s greedy. He’ll take whatever you give him, because it’s from you. He even wants to give. He wishes he can make you feel the way you’re making him feel right now.

He was half-asleep and wasn’t sure if he answered or not, but his last thought before completely falling asleep was that neither of you had remembered to mention what happened last night. This was much better. 

#this was the first actual thing I've written omg #THIS #cannot believe this #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo smut

[merakiui]

welcome to the day a duck ruins your perception of items in genshin impact. i uh. made some items in genshin impact as yandere boys and what they're like sort of?? you could try and burn your eyes now. ;) adepti seekers stove- he's going to be a tsundere no buts or uhts. he's the type of yandere that's trying to be protective and failing miserably everytime. so being impatient and angsty. so, he resorts in kidnapping you instead. but hey look on the bright side! even when you're kidnapped you can have delicious meals and snacks! secretly likes to cook for you a lot, but he won't admit it even in death. just don't question why there's a lingering scent of sleeping potions in your meal and you'll be good as jolly jee! probably wants you to help him in the kitchen, since he once heard that couples do that. would probably give you self esteem issues down the line. "didn't i tell you to not get hurt? are you that much of an idiot?? here. have this it'll lessen the pain just a bit so we can walk back home. just drink it already." windsong lyre- smug bastard, smug shit. he's probably a player or just overly dramatic with everything. maybe he's righteous or something.. likes to show off his music skills a lot. he sucks at it tho. gaslights you probably in public places to add more pressure, because people are staring like you're having a performance or something. calls you love even if he's pissed at you for not listening to him, or accusing him of being toxic or suspecting him of being your stalker that always watches you from your window at 2am! would make you paranoid a lot. loves kissing your cheek and tickling you. he's a closeted pervert. you're gonna have to move in an isolated place too, he will spread rumours of you being his lover. "love, I'm sure that you're just overreacting. plus even if i was the stalker that you're talking about I wouldn't be oh so casually talking to you in public when I could've been hiding! jeez it's like your going crazy." wind-blessed harpastrum- such sweety! just so wholesome bakes you a pie in tuesday sweet. seems patient too but beware he will break your legs when you get a little bit too bratty for his tastes. touch starved too and it shows, that's why he loves to cuddle you lots! really obsessed with what you think of him. if you say you hate him he'll tear up and try to convince you that he's good, but if you pretend that you like him he'll shower you with uncomfortable affection and confessions. really great at making bombs and torture weapons too. probably sewed in a bomb inside your body threatened that he will kill you with it if you leave. bad at darts and archery. if you say that to him he'll laugh and take out his diploma saying that he's too smart for those childish games. he's impulsive in decision making. "haha. you know. you almost escaped from me back there. but hey! now you won't do anything stupid like that ever again if you can't walk." windblume balloon: listen man. im going to be killed but he's an airhead, pun intended right there. probably lowkey manipulative and doesn't even know it yet or chooses to ignore it. protective of you a lot. really delusional to the point that he rationalizes your escape as someone kidnapping you. so say goodbye to whoever poor stranger who was trying to help you escape they'll be greeted by an arrow through their head once he finds you. has a habit of holding your hand because he's afraid you might disappear from his line of sight and leave him all alone. if you let go tho he'll gorilla grip your hand, might crush it too. just very overprotective. he also doesn't know that he's an airhead. yeah."hm? why do i like holding you hand..? i just like it.. your hand makes me feel... uh. safe..? is that the word for it? ah. it was the word loved." wind catcher- he's a full on sadist. throw all of your escape plans out the window, this guy will climb a mountain and ride any wind current available to catch and torture you. persistently trying to make you like him atleast a bit. yeah, he's that kind of delusional. would teasingly push you

of a cliff as a 'light' punishment. dark humour and likes to joke about killing you from time to time. note: he can kill you. and he would also do it by ripping you in half with the wind current so just stay in his house and be a good lover that'll shower him in kisses, okay? okay. he mostly sees you as a tool of interest, but not just any tool- you're his favourite tool. "pfft! hey stop crying now! you're making me feel bad! hm? oh? why am i doing this? well i mean maybe I'm angry that someone was trying to escape. again." warming bottle- he will absolutely leave you in the cold if you were being a brat towards him. lives in dragonspine to spite you, also because he can just turn take away your blankets and anything that can give warmth so you gotta ask him to cuddle you to survive. he usually does this when he's feeling a little petty. which is so frequent. that you can almost give it a schedule. but don't tell him that. kind of a tsundere but only when it comes to physical affection since he's shy. that's why he has to take away your blankets so it looks like he's just mocking you but not because he's touch starved. he's not at home that much too but don't worry, he will make it up to you by uh.. physical activities.. "what? you're freezing? no shit we're in dragonspine. oh? you want me to hug you..? hm. fine. I'll indulge you for a bit. I am quite merciful." parametric transformer- businessman that scams you a lot lol. he's going to be a masochist because i said so, yeah i know the electric stone thing gag that's why i made him a masochist. really likes to collect useless stuff and spoiling you, so expect your room to be filled with a lot of random things from jewelry to mushrooms and crabs. has a you should be grateful i even give stuff mindset. thinks that giving someone something of vaue would make them fall in love with him instantly. also probably loves it when you fight back especially when you successfully land a hit on him, he will enjoy it. but be careful he has different responses whenever you hit him. pick your poison. spends a ton of resources on everything to keep you in line. that rope costed him 700 pinecones. "why do you even wanna escape? i give you a ton of stuff so you won't get bored! hah. maybe if i had picked up someone else they would've been grateful." portable waypoint- throw out your escape plans the season sequel. he's very quiet but has a small temper that won't last that much. maybe he's like that since he tries so hard to repress it. listen he's trying okay? escape always fails so quickly. one minute you're in springvale shouting, crying, begging for anyone to help you and then back to his house to see him sipping some tea. his punishments are cruel too- he makes sure to leave you in a den of monsters and ruin guards, waits until your in the brink of death and teleports you back to him. has a superiority complex over everyone too. probably likes to make you feel weak when you have to rely on him. loves to crush your self esteem. wants to be affectionate but thinks that you, as an inferior being, should be affectionate with him instead. so tsun. "see? this is what i was trying to tell you. you're too weak to actually survive out there. you even had to rely on me to save you. pathetic." memento lens- mysterious and elegant. he's quite cryptic to say the least. likes to watch you from a far if he's feeling a bit angsty. you try to make sense of what he says and it just leads to you being confused even more. and he likes that about you. you actually try to understand him, even if what you guess is wrong. you're going to have a tough time with this guy if you wanna escape. just avoid any fox statues and you'll be good. the problem is the shrine maidens. they basically want the two of you to end up together so they don't have to deal with him. he's actually very gentle with you punishments still suck but atleast he doesn't do it physically, he just makes you write that you're sorry over and over until your wrist are tired. loves poetry and solving puzzles, riddles, scriptures. he's

smart but soft. "spring blossoms even in the darkest depths of uncertainty, is that why you have the courage to try and escape me..?" kamera- perfectionist stalker. wants to make sure that the photos he takes of you are perfect to every extent. colour, lighting, and expressions. even if it means going inside your room and having the possibility of waking you up from your sleep. likes to take pictures of everything too. kind of like this; both of you are walking somewhere and he stops to take a picture of a sunset. he takes twenty minutes trying to find the correct angle. but the sun is already gone so he sulks. maybe- you can cheer him up by volunteering to be his model? you'll do that? right? also worships you like a god so if someone dared to even say something breath near you or celestia forbid insult you, best to say they'll be quickly disposed of by blackmail and fake shit. would not steal any of your belongings, he would just take pictures of it. so he's not that bad. "i consider everything in this world is beautiful, but you have surpassed that. so that is why im keeping you here. no one deserves even a glimpse of you!" waverider toolbox- he's such a gentlemen and a sweetheart. always there to help you with repairs, sometimes he'd add some updates to it too. just ignore the stuff going missing inside your boat thing. he probably guilt-gaslight you into staying with him in his waverider then bam your in an island stranded. ahaha, now both of you just have to survive by working together ya know? like a loving couple likes hugs and physical affection a lot! bonus points if it's given when he's tired from doing his job. as i said tired guy so appreciates all the things you do for him whether it's paying for his meal or giving him a gift. next time, he'll make sure that you won't leave the island permanently. thinks that stranded island equals date smh. " ahh? oh! is this for me? really? thank you.. i don't usually receive gifts but that just makes this even more special! say, do you wanna go on a trip? i just fixed the waverider from last time." red feather fan- mischievous little shit. likes to scare you a lot by appearing on trees and just jumping on you. knows that you're trying to escape but pretends not to since he likes to try and guess which direction you would run to. hugs you a lot even before he kidnaps you really touchy even if you say no he'll use the good ol puppy eyes! doesn't work? okay he'll just smell your clothes when you're sleeping as compensation. he likes to flirt with you a lot. some pickup are cheesy.. but others are a little- personal? acts cool by making a dramatic entrance everytime even. you know those radical superhero landing stuff? that's him. he would build a nest as your house even being a dick and placing it on top of a mountain, goodluck on trying to get down. "caught you! going to the shore was so predictable by the way. maybe you should try a different place next time, dear? hm? maybe a restaurant so we can have date? sounds great right?" serenitea pot- unhinged malewife that wants to make a the perfect living space for you- ehem. probably a perfectionist if you squint hard enough. he's delusional but just a little lucid about the stuff he does to you. likes to make a ton of furniture too! personalized the room you're trapped in with a ton of valuable and expensive materials. just don't try to escape he'll cut your limbs off just like a damn tree shawtie. owns a shit ton of pets ranging from boars to cats. all of them are like bodyguards to you during your stay. dreams about having a peaceful life with you in the realm someday, sigh. he sometimes has burnouts where he just places a bunch of furniture on a single room and call it a day. "and here is your room! do.. do you like it? i made it just for you! i didn't know what wood you would prefer so i just settled on whatever i can find! ahaha. we're kind of like a married couple living together now... right?" nre menu- he's probably going to be from the adventurers guild. really awkward and shy. takes for him a long time to

open up to you. when going on quests he's the one in charge of carrying the food and healing shit you need. really patient and nice! slightly uh mean with other people trying to talk to you but other than that everything is normal. everything is normal the long loving gaze he gives you every now and then and some food being left on your doorstep. yeah let's not question it i mean he's just so shy! he would never do anything wrong? right?? he's a closeted pervert, cliche i know but he's a pervert with a line to not cross. he just checks you out. good for him. would cry if given any ounce of affection. sweet baby. "t-that was a tough commission.. oh u-uh.. do you need some food to replenish your energy? we need to do the other commissions you know.. hm? why aren't you eating it.. something wrong with the food..?" seelies- spoiled. that's the word to describe him. really straight forward with his courting kind of dumb? but he's so damn lucky for some unknown reason that your plans to avoid him always fail. yeah the high quality rope you just bought for 1000 mora? it broke and you fell into his arms. he's probably rich by sheer dumb luck too. finds a ton treasure chests even in the places you didn't expect. people pressure you into spending time with him. since he's just so cute! how could say no to such a face? it really feels like the gods are on his side ya know? he throws a lot of very very aggressive tantrums if you're not with him. thinks he's doing a good job at courting you, with rationalize rejection as a playing hard to get. "tada! look i got you this crystal i found while i was walking! it looks like a diamond and it has a ton of colours too?? is it valuable?? would you kiss me if i give it to you??" endora- majestic, regal, and likes to explore a lot. he uh. probably trapped you in a bubble once or twice too. really curious about his surroundings, also has no personal space since it's first time going out. he would cuddle you when he feels like it homie. kidnapped you and made you his tour guide. don't try to fool him he learns quickly about stuff. fast swimmer, so no joining any expeditions in water if you don't want their ship to be wrecked by a mysterious being of the teyvat seas. he likes to see you cry. it's not a kink he just feels connected to you when you cry. doesn't have a house so you just live in a run down boat. he's doesn't know when you're lying to him sometimes. god complex bastard. "this world. at first i wasn't sure if i was going to like it or not, but ever since I've met you... I've grown to tolerate some parts.. so you should be thankful, you've convinced me. mortal." intertwined fate/older twin- listen. he's just so smug about everything he does. and he knows you love him. probably invites you out on dinner only for him to not show up. so basically he's an asshole without a doubt. toxic boyfriend that gives you false hope and has a ton of admirers. you probably think he won't settle for you right? ah, he's not that cruel. so picks you as his lover out of all the billions of people. you should be grateful! he even kidnapped you! do you know how hard it was for him to go all the way from his home to yours? anyways yeah. asshole. he likes to do the open the door for darling trick where he just gives you a small crack on the door and watch you make a decision. it's an act of your loyalty. if you escape he'll make you feel pain. if you don't then he'll reward your patience. god complex bastard 2."sigh. did you try to escape? again? patience is the key to everything you know. maybe you should learn that. i expected more smart from you." acquaint fate/younger twin- cinnamonroll he's such a sweet guy. he's always there for you when you need him. okay- he has a nice guy complex, fucking damn it. probably uses the but I've been there for you since the start trick unintentionally a lot. he just doesn't know he wants some action, so be thankful that he didn't just jump on you like a barbarian. he's kind of contradicting himself too. one hand he wants you to love him, on the other hand he doesn't

believe he deserves you. loves to give you the same things, remember that one painting you liked from two years ago? he got you that. quantity beats quality. surprisingly, he's really patient but would have bursts of anger every now and then. has a self value issues?? yeah, but did i tell you he's a touch starved guy. punshments are just him softly lecturing you about what's good and what's wrong."i always viewed myself as inferior, that i didn't deserve anything.. but this time. i want to be greedy just once." that's it- :'D i haven't proofread this but here you go mer! ill probably continue with more humanisations of items in genshin later.. if you ask why i ruined your day with this crazy idea i was watching that one video of a person humanising social media and got this idea. also i discovered how to bold out texts... i have power..ejwjdhshaj

so yeah have a great day! -🦆anon

I AM IN AWE?!?! WHOA OMG!!!!! 🦆, THIS IS FANTASTIC!! AAAAAA (≧∀≦)

All of the various characterizations… *chef’s kiss* It’s literally so good! With each one I read I kept thinking okay this guy is my favorite and then I would read the next description and my heart was stolen again. I can’t pick a favorite now. T_T

#chit chat #yandere #🦆 anon #meraki faves #YOU HOLD SO MUCH POWER #AND YOUR BRAIN IS IMMENSELY GALAXY #BECAUSE WOW OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTERIZATIONS

[voidcat]

– three cheers

characters: dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, you

warnings: non,, just mentions of drinking,, maybe dazai lowkey ooc? idk im tired its midnight

a/n: certain cheap wines with slightly above average alcohol level that hits rather fast are mimiced as "dog killer" here... dont worry no dog was ever harmed, at least, not that i know of. happy birthday dazai lets listen to twin fantasy at 3am next time <3

when dazai heard a knock on his door in the middle of the night, he had little idea as to what the cause might be.

and out of all the possible scenarios that couldv'e taken place, he certainly didn't expect to see chuuya and you standing,

–you with a huge grin on your face, a telltale sign that you are up to no good; and chuuya, hands stuffed in his pockets, head turned to the side, looking bored with his hunched shoulders.

"not that i'm not happy to see you but what is the mea-" dazai begins before he can finish.

something big, flat and hard pushed onto his chest, you throw your hands up: "happy birthday!"

that sure is one way to put it, and it seems he has forgotten, again.

"before you begin with the refusals, hear me out! alright? alright!" it's almost funny how energetic you sound right now, compared to the state you are often in during the day.

"so, it is simple. here, in your hands is a vinyl of Bury Me At Makeout Creek and here-" hands stopped midair, you turn to chuuya quickly, opening and closing your palm to his face.

("where is it?" you hurriedly whisper as chuuya reaches for whatever it was kept between his right arm and side.)

"and here is a bottle of, uh, what did they call it there again?" another look shot at chuuya for help but he just rolls his eyes. pushing the bottle to dazai, you shake your head with a shrug.

another action fall short as you snap your fingers with an 'aha!' "dog killer! at least, that's the best i could translate it, i suppose."

dazai cannot help but perk up at the unusual title of the wine. when looking at the bottle, nothing of the sorts seem to come to eye.

his reaction must've caught your attention. "nevermind the name. just know that it's like, cheap wine that hits quickly, y'know?" he takes another look at the bottle with a rather unattentive bow on top and the vinyl you've wrapped up nicely.

"so here's how it'll go down.-" cheeriness put aside, a sense of graveness takes hold of your voice.

"at around 2am, you'll put on this vinyl, and don't worry, you can use my record player, it's set up in your room already." he figures he doesn't want to learn when or how you found a way in... one can ony hope it wasn't at a bad moment.

"then open this bottle of wine and chug it," you raise your index and point at it as you say so, "-as you listen to the songs over and over. and think." from pointing to poking, you do so as if stabbing him. "really think, over the lyrics, over yourself. i dont care whether it's self projection or seeing others in it as long as you get the full experience of it."

as you speak, your presence stands out more with each note you hit, chuuya blends into the background more and more, and what else to be expected when his body screams 'i was dragged here!'.

but the two of you know him better than this, to the point if he wished to stay at his place, he would so, that nothing could drag him, not even god itself, if it exists.

dazai cannot help as a little smile makes way to his face. to how serious you've gotten all of a sudden when talking about mitski or how chuuya took the time to dress and accompany you in the middle of the night.

"hey! don't make that face." your agitated voice snaps him out of his thoughts, as well as chuuya. "we all know how you rest your ear against my door whenever i'm blasting this album at 3am. do you know how hard it was to find? i got it for you before myself..." you shake your head with crossed arms.

rubbing over his ear, chuuya gives you a glare "warn me next time you're gonna scream, won't you?"

flaring up your hand to his face, you brush him off with a 'sure sure, whatever you say.'

it's weird, and joyful. chuuya keeps glaring at you, growing more and more impatient, while you jump from one expression to another, definitely too much and too quick to handle in the late hours of the night.

still, dazai wants to smile, or laugh at how the two of you bicker by his door. he wants to do something, say something, but he's not sure what it is. he wasn't even expecting this to be honest and he is still somewhat convinced he is currently stuck in a dream.

he cannot recalling telling you his birthday, ever, so it must've been chuuya to inform you of it.

he catches onto a "what am i even doing here with you to nutjobs anyway?" from chuuya, as you poke his side, making him jump for the second time, and let out a cheery "because you love us, don't ya!"

turning his head away in a blink to avoid your and dazai's gazes, chuuya shoves his hands back into his pockets rather harshly this time. quietly he mumbles something about the two of you being the 'banes of his damned existence' and 'what a mistake it was', followed by typical words and curses he lets out until his muttering halts as he stares at the two of you with wide eyes.

"...w- what are you two idiots staring at?" is all chuuya can let out before you clap your hands in excitement. "he didn't deny it!" you yell at dazai while he picks up from where you've left with a "look at this, chuuchuu loves us!"

one second covering his ears and next his fists balled up at both sides, moving in anger, chuuya tries to get over the loud musings of the two of you.

('w- wha-? no! thats not what i said! hey are you assholes even listeni-)

dazai spots the tears coming from your eyes, not that you're bothering to hide them now, as chuuya still jumps in his place but you all know the tantrum he is throwing is fake.

cluthing the items to his chest again, dazai speaks with a gentler and quiter voice: "well, in honor of chuuya admitting to loving us,"

("-hey! who said anything 'bout admitting!" chuuya's squealing falls on deaf ears)

"and of you getting older, don't you forget it!" you sneak in,

"sure sure, that too." dazai chuckles. no point in trying to make you forget it, or you forbid, allow dazai and chuuya forget.

to his dismissive tone, you cross your arms again but your expression tells you're not angry at him. "why don't you two come inside and we can act out that plan of yours together?" he completes his suggestion.

"we're gonna need more than one bottle, ya'know," chuuya snatches the bottle from him as he smiles and makes way inside, patting his arm as he passes dazai.

"i'll set this up then." you grab the vinyl, albeit, less harsher. "and i'm sure i've hidden a bottle of vodka somewhere here." you call out to chuuya.

maybe it's time dazai did a little inspection at his place after all...

"happy birthday again osamu." you say to him with a smile, smaller than the ones you've granted them so far, but one that reflects into your eyes as well.

dazai decides in this moment, as he leans against the door frame and watch the two of you run around to prepare as if it's your place, that maybe birthdays aren't so bad after all.

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