#release day was the one time a year I would pull an all nighter

[aelin-galathynius]

I always feel like *old man yells at cloud* when I see people posting about “tandem reads” or how hard it is to switch to Tower of Dawn after reading the cliffhanger in Empire of Storms.

Like I had to wait TWO YEARS after the EoS cliffhanger because I READ THEM AS THEY WERE RELEASED.

I started the series in 2013, between the releases of CoM and Assassin’s Blade. I was 13.

Now I’m a grown up with a grown up job and rent to pay. And all these people are ripping through the series over the course of a few WEEKS?!??

Get off my lawn

#I’m like joking #mostly #I love the love this series has gotten #like it was an EVENT for me in high school #release day was the one time a year I would pull an all nighter #to read the new book on kindle when it came out at midnight #Aelin is still my favorite literary character of all time #even though it’s been five years since the series concluded #and ten years since I started it #throne of glass #kingdom of ash #tower of dawn #empire of storms

[noroi1000]

Reincarnation au with Satoru. Where after his death y/n in rage kills Sukuna and Kenjaku ( her hidden powers come out ) . She spends rest of her life waiting for Satoru like the next 40 years till her death

They are both reincarnated and Satoru has memories of his past life and he keeps on searching for y/n . He is a businessman in this life and he keeps waiting for y/n never dates any girl but she doesn't come until he is 28 years and one day his grandma needs emergency hospitalization and he goes to the city's best hospital. While his grandma is in ICU and he is worried outside, the young owner of the hospital who has just come out after performing a surgery comforts him and he's like " y/n........" He keeps on visiting her on purpose ( she has no memories of her past ) and he sends a marriage proposal to her family knowing his father and y/n's father were college friends

Oh my god can you write it

I had this thought after I pulled an all nighter yesterday

I'm waiting for you in different life

Summary: After Satoru died, you waited for him for the next 40 years.You didn't want to think it was over. After all, there was still a chance of you meeting him, right?Your second chance has come. It came with death. When you reincarnated in another world.

Warnings: death. mistakes

When you wanted to remember how many years you hadn't seen Satoru, you later regretted that you remembered.

40 years have passed...

There was no trace of your Satoru. You've been waiting for him to come back for 40 years. After all, sorcerers can survive until their heads are cut off.... He had so many years to regenerate. So why hasn't he done it yet?

He should live to old age with you. He should smile with you for the rest of your life.

You don't remember much of what happened that day... You don't remember December 24, 2018...

All you remember is the image of your Satoru's body landing on the ground in two pieces. And his eyes are coldly directed toward the sky. When he didn't blink. As he lay there with his heart not beating in his chest.

You remember that you were grieving for him. You were lying next to him, doing everything to keep him with you. You screamed, you begged, and you did absolutely everything.

However, his heart did not move.

It's like reanimating a doll. No matter how long you do this, the doll will not get up and live.

You also remember that your body ached as your skin almost burned from the excess energy being released from your body.

You killed Ryomen Sukuna while in a trance. In a trance of despair and pain. In a trance of rage. A moment later, you also knew that the man using Satoru's best friend's body as a toy had also been killed.

You couldn't believe that you could do something like that... After all, Satoru was always stronger than you. But everyone told you that you beat them.

You don't remember this.

Because even though you had the strength to defeat such powerful sorcerers and curses, you were unable to bring your Satoru back to life.

You lost yourself in the thought that it was over.

You never wanted to smile again.

You've been waiting for 40 years for him to come out of nowhere and run to you.

You don't pay attention to the time. You wait for him to come to you. Until his heart moves and allows him to come out of the grave.

You were waiting for the moment when he would knock on your door and you would appear in his arms again.

You waited until you could kiss him.

Even if you were both older, you would still love each other. Your love was not something ordinary. After all, you were everything to each other.

You waited for his heart to start beating for you again.

Every day, you cried into your pillow, silently asking when he would come back. Because it was so cold in bed without him...

Your dreams weren't pleasant without his arms around you.

You just waited so long that you knew his arms around you were just your imagination.

You waited so long for his heart to be next to you that your heart stopped without his company.

One day, you fell asleep, hoping that he would show up the next morning.

The next morning, you didn't open your eyes. And you could never do it again.

There were beliefs that, after death, people went to another incarnation.

But they don't remember their previous lives.

Apparently, people who once lived live in another body. They are similar to their previous appearances. But they don't remember that they existed as someone else.

Sometimes, anomalies happen.

Anomalies that remember their previous incarnation even after reincarnation.

On one world, someone named Gojo Satoru died.

And on another world, someone named Gojo Satoru had just been born.

On December 7, a boy with white hair and incredibly beautiful blue eyes was born.

For years, he had been a child who behaved a little differently than others.

He was remembering something that never happened.

A boy who came from a rich family. And from the very beginning, he was supposed to take over the largest company after his father. And his father didn't see him as strange. Because he was a smart kid.

And since he was a child, he told his parents one thing.

“I'm waiting for (y/n).”

In the following years, the son of a wealthy family used his life to "find someone who does not exist."

But it didn't bother them. Gojo Satoru, the son of the richest man in Japan, was the smartest child. And his eyes often looked at something that did not exist.

He couldn't get used to the fact that there are no curses in this world. In this world, he is not a sorcerer.

He is a boy.

A boy who found out that the only thing he really wants to do here is find his love from his previous life.

As long as he can wait that long...

What if you live so long that he dies here first?

Only one universe separates you... You have to meet somehow.

Despite excelling in school and everything he did, he grew up to be an almost perfect child.

He was an ideal person who could do anything he wanted or had to. But he was still waiting for the person he called "(y/n)".

His family even looked to see if there was anyone with that name. There was no (y/n) (l/n) in this world that he wanted.

But still waiting, he never lost hope.

If he is here, you must be here too.

He looked almost like he had in his previous life.

Therefore, for the next almost 20 years, he focused on looking identical.

He was happy that he was just as tall. Because he couldn't get used to being a "midget".

He learned not to disappoint his family. And also, since he wasn't a sorcerer, he had to work somehow. And becoming a multi-billionaire wasn't a bad life plan.

When you show up, he will be able to start his life over with you.

And in the meantime, he was doing everything he wanted you to recognize him.

Exercise, gym. Doing everything to be the best. Even as a businessman and not as a sorcerer.

For 28 years of his life, he has done everything to be the same person when you come along.

Same for you.

And his love hasn't changed either.

"Give me a break! I don't have time right now!" The scream echoed in the bright corridor. "I can't talk right now! I don't care if you have a problem right now! I have something more important to worry about!"

His mouth moved aggressively as he shouted at the employee who was supposed to handle the documents. He was a businessman. But such small jobs could be done by workers. He already gave them so much help when he told them that if they had any problems, they could call him directly...

And now some asshole was disturbing him and talking about work while he was running around the hospital looking for the hospital room where his grandmother was brought!

Maybe in his previous incarnation he had no family, but here he has a full family!

He has been living with them for 28 years! He has become attached to them! This is his family in this world! He can't get past the fact that his grandma had a heart attack while she was at home and is probably in the ICU right now!

As he approached the reception desk, he was panicked.

He ignored the strange feeling as he asked the woman near the desk about his grandmother's whereabouts.

He was too stressed to see anything... There was a resemblance...

"Gojo Ojina.... Where can I find her?" he asked quickly, feeling strange for a moment at the use of his last life name. However, it's also his name now.

"Who are you?" the young woman in front of him asked, standing sideways.

"I'm her grandson." He replied, and he saw the other woman approach him, looking through the documents.

"Mrs. Gojo has been transferred to the ICU." she said, and he became more worried.  "Please wait for further information."

It was strange that his parents weren't in the hospital right now... Oh yes... His mother had the flu and was in bed, and his father was at a business meeting...

He found someone who only cares about business... But he couldn't accuse him of being a bad father.

When, after several hours of waiting, he knew nothing, he wanted to give up.

There is no word on whether his grandmother will make it through.

And her only words that appeared in his mind were not perfect words...

„Listen, Satoru... I'm 86 years old, and I don't feel like going to my grave until I fucking have great-grandchildren! Get off that tall ass and find yourself a wife!”

Well... His grandmother was direct...

But he was waiting for you.

If only you had shown up, he would have had children with you by now!

A 28-year-old virgin (in this life) who is waiting for his beloved!

He could live off the memories of how fucking good sex with you was!

As soon as you are together again, it will be as good as ever! You will be happy together!

"I'm sorry this happened to your grandma. I hope she will enjoy life again."

He heard a woman's voice while sitting in a chair in the waiting room.

It was the same voice that was at the reception. This person gave him a strange feeling that he ignored.

She looked like...

His eyes lit up suddenly.

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm the owner of this hospital. My name is–."

"(y/n)...?"

He came to the hospital every day under the pretext of visiting his grandmother.

But he wanted to meet you.

You had no memories of your past life. You didn't remember him.

But since you fell in love with him in his previous incarnation, you can too now! And everything will be as perfect as in your previous life!

For a month, while his grandmother was in the hospital, he was there to talk to you.

He invited you for coffee, and when you accepted, your favorite drink appeared.

He brought you your favorite flowers under the guise of "thanking you for helping his grandmother."

He was worried about her, but her condition was stable enough that she was moved to a regular room and everyone could see her.

Seeing what was happening between her grandson and the young owner of the hospital, she kept ringing the bell to the nurses to ask them for her grandson to come and for the owner of the hospital to come.

Because she wanted great-grandchildren!

Knowing many details, she told her grandson that his father was friends with your father at school.

So when the relationship between you two became so strong that something sparked, he told his father that he wanted you.

Your family received a message from Gojo's family. About their son, Gojo Satoru, sending a marriage proposal.

Between him and you.

And after all this time of him surprising you with how much he knew you and making you fall in love with him, this was an offer you couldn't refuse.

@weebotaku21; @yihona-san06; @mikkies; @raysheil; @dreeamiea; @safaia-47; @porridgesblog; @weebnk-popper; @mc-reborn

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo #reincarnation

[rashoumon-homo]

Sleepyhead (Dazai x Reader)

Dazai x Male Reader

-> Content Warnings: male reader, amab terms used, suggestive (no smut), so much fluff

-> 1.1k words

Request by @suru1990 - thank you! This was a lot of fun to write :D

Despite walking through dangerous streets and dimly lit alleys on your way home, no one dared bother you. If the fact that you were a high-ranking Port Mafia member wasn’t threatening enough, the mere mention of your lover’s name was enough to keep even the boldest criminal away. It had been a long time since Dazai had left the Port Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, but rumors of his ruthlessness were still rampant in the building’s halls, only ever growing in size.

Now, you knew he’d never kill unless he absolutely needed to, but where’s the fun in correcting your coworkers?

The bluish light of sunrise settled over the empty streets. You yawned. Still not used to pulling all-nighters, and you’d been with the Port Mafia for how many years now? At least you’d be able to get some sleep once you got home. When the rest of the world was waking up and pouring coffee; heading to work with the weather report on the radio, you’d be only getting into bed.

It was hard at times to keep up a relationship with Dazai when both of you had important jobs that operated at wildly different hours of the day. Sometimes you’d go days or weeks without even seeing each other, just from how your schedules lined up. You’d taken to leaving each other notes on the counter whenever either of you came or went from the house. Things like, “Took out the trash,” or, “Leftover carry out is in the fridge.” Dazai would often add cute messages at the end saying he missed your handsome face and reminding you he loves you. He’d picked up origami at some point a couple months into the relationship, so it wasn’t uncommon to find a folded crane or a heart on the kitchen counter beside the note.

You smiled to yourself as you approached the front door, wondering what he might have left this time. You were surprised to find a warm glow coming from the front window, and even more surprised that the door was already unlocked.

“I’m home!” you called out, not wanting to startle Dazai.

He popped his head out of the bedroom, clearly partway through getting dressed. His slacks were on, but his shirt was still unbuttoned over his shoulders. A massive grin spread over his face when he saw you.

“Hey, love! Back from work already?” he asked, coming over to hug you. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, face nestled in your neck.

“Already?” you asked, laughing. “It’s nearly 6 am!”

“Mmm,” Dazai said, sighing happily. You ran your fingers through his hair, then tried to gently untangle his arms from you.

“I need to take off my coat, baby,” you reminded him.

He pulled back, only to take the fabric of your coat in his hands instead. “Allow me,” he murmured, slowly sliding it off your shoulders. Instead of letting it fall to the floor, he hung it up on the hanger by the door like a proper gentleman. When he turned back to face you, there was a familiar hunger in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please do,” you replied breathlessly, and then his lips were on yours. It was soft; familiar. It was like coming home. You let yourself melt into his arms, losing yourself in the kiss. He pushed you against the wall for better stability and opened his mouth, sliding his warm tongue against yours. You gripped his waist tighter, and he moaned, sending vibrations down your spine like he was trying to infuse you with his pleasure itself.

“Dazai,” you groaned, pulling away for air. Your eyes met his and a sense of relief washed over you. You were always safe, right here in his arms. You could finally put the guard down that you had to keep up at all times for work. And with that tension released, you suddenly felt very, very sleepy. A yawn slipped from your mouth before you could stop it.

Dazai smiled at you fondly, and gently cradled your cheek in the palm of his hand. “Sleepy, baby?” he asked.

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly. “I can keep going.”

“I don’t mind stopping if you’re too tired,” he said.

“But you’re…” you gestured at the obvious erection straining at his pants.

“Don’t worry about that,” Dazai insisted. “It’ll go down on its own. Or I can take care of it myself, no big deal.” He then looked pointedly at your matching hard-on and offered, “I can still suck you off or something if you’d like. I don’t mind servicing you today.” He gave you a coy smile and kissed your cheek.

You shook your head. “I’ll be asleep the second my head hits the pillow,” you admitted.

“Let me help you get ready for bed then,” he said. He crouched down to unlace your combat boots for you and helped steady you while you stepped out of them. Then he walked with you to the bedroom.

“It’s okay, really,” you insisted. “You don’t need to help me.”

He unbuttoned your shirt with practiced hands and gave you a look. “I want to help you,” he said. He tossed the shirt in the laundry basket and urged you to sit on the bed so he could take off your pants next. You yawned again. The way he gently maneuvered your limbs was so relaxing you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

“Arms up,” he said softly, causing you to startle awake again. You smiled sheepishly and held your arms up so he could pull your sleep shirt over your head.

“You falling asleep on me, baby?” he teased.

“No,” you lied, smiling regardless.

He pulled your sleep shorts over your hips and let you lie down. The pillow was like a cloud under your head. And when Dazai pulled the blankets over you, you were enveloped in the coziest, softest warmth you think you’d ever felt.

It wasn’t just physical, either. Only a fool would think that. The care Dazai took while tucking you in warmed you to the bone. You were safe. Cared for. Loved.

“Need me to get you anything?” Dazai asked quietly. “Some water, a snack?”

You shook your head and smiled. “I love you,” you murmured. “So much.”

Dazai leaned over you and kissed your forehead. “I love you too,” he said. “I’m headed to work soon, but hopefully I’ll get to see you again this evening. I’m glad our schedules overlapped this morning. Seeing you always makes me so happy.”

Your eyes were closed and your breathing was already shallow and even.

“Sleepyhead,” Dazai murmured. He drew the curtains closed and turned off the light. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, then closed the door behind him.

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[ripdragonbeans]

Mine (Modern!Aemond x Reader)

yes this is based off of Taylor Swift's Mine bc I've been listening to Speak Now (Taylor's Version) on repeat since it was released

Thank you @theold-ultraviolence for being my beta reader again!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: The story of your relationship with Aemond

WARNINGS: mentions of physical/verbal abuse, mention of s*x, panic/anxiety attack, violent argument, accusing of cheating

Starting at university is stressful. Transferring to a new one in your junior year is nerve-wracking. Yet here you are, completing – and passing – all of your finals for the end of the semester.

After completing all your finals for the end of the semester, and passing all of them, you decided to head out to celebrate the end of the year. Nothing too fancy, just chilling at one of your favorite spots in the city, Olde Town Diner. Many all-nighters were pulled here, thanks to the owners feeling sympathy for the college students.

You sat at your favorite table, next to a window to look out at the city streets. The drizzling rain outside helped create the coziness here that felt like home. After wistfully staring out the window, you came back to reality and began gathering your stuff. 

And that's when you saw him. 

Well, the back of him.

His silver blond hair tied up in a messy bun with a few loose strands in the back. Despite working at a very cozy diner, he held himself high as if he were royalty attending to his subjects with grace. When he greeted customers he simply held his hands behind his back. You couldn't stop looking at them. They were just hands, yet you were fairly attracted to them. 

As he finished taking the customer's orders he could feel eyes on him. He left them, turning to leave, only to immediately find your eyes on him. A smile tugged on his mouth as color crept up his neck. It was a brief meeting and as soon as it happened it stopped and he went back to working. 

You wanted to stay to try to talk to him but as thunder sounded you took that as your cue to start the walk home.

Tomorrow. You'll come back tomorrow. 

The chime of the bell greeted you as you entered Olde Town Diner. Mrs. Tully, who owned the diner with her husband, greeted you with a big smile. 

"Your table awaits you, deary!" She called.

"Thank you, Mrs. Tully," you said cheerfully. You were about to head to your table when your curiosity got the best of you. "There was a waiter here yesterday," you started, "I've never seen him before. He had silver blond hair?" You hoped it didn't sound too obvious that you wanted to meet him. 

"Oh, you must be talking about Aemond. He's been for a few days but his shift didn't match the times you would come in," Mrs. Tully explained. Mischief danced in her eyes. "Does our dear find the mysterious Aemond attractive?"

"No! I mean," you paused, "I'm curious about him, I guess. It wouldn't hurt to make another friend."

"Sure, deary," she winked.

You knew you were blushing and kept your head down to hide your smile as you went to your table. Denying your attraction to this Aemond only made your nervousness worse but you laughed it off. Since winter break has officially ended you were actually able to relax at the diner instead of cramming in homework. You took a moment to breathe it all in before pulling out a book to read, Assassins of the Night. Not only was it a fun read, but it completely immersed you into their world. You were a few pages in when Aemond appeared.

"Hey, my name's Aemond and I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get you started with?" The words flowed out of his mouth.

Looking up from your book you were able to see him. Once again, his hair was in a messy bun but this time you could see how perfectly it framed his face. One eye was a piercing violet while the other one had a beautiful sapphire in its place. His uniform consisted of a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; a silver chain, and black sacks. 

You couldn't help but stare in awe again, words completely unable to make their way to the surface. He was so gorgeous.

"Um… I'm sorry if you feel uncomfortable," he apologized, "I can get Mrs. Tully to come take your order if you want." Shame blazed across his face but it was gone as soon as it came. 

You blinked and came back to your senses, "No! I mean, I'm sorry. I was caught off guard. I've been coming here since the beginning of the school year and I've never seen you." 

Awkwardness hung in the air.

"Um, I'll take some blueberry pancakes with a cup of coffee."

"Yeah, no problem. I'll get that started right away," Aemond gave you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and turned on his heel.

A few minutes passed when Aemond came back with your food, "Blueberry pancakes and coffee." 

As he put the food in front of you, you gathered the confidence to ask him, "Would you like to eat with me?"

Aemond gave you a confused look. "I'm working right now?"

Embarrassment flooded you. "Of course," you awkwardly laughed. "It's just that I'm really the only one here and um…I wouldn't mind the company."

"I don't know you."

"No, but we could get to know each other."

Your eyes met his as you simply stared at each other, neither of you quite knowing what to say.

"I guess I can ask Mrs. Tully. She's been saying how I need to get a social life," Aemond let out an amused breath and went to ask.

He took all but two steps when Mrs. Tully yelled out, "SIT WITH HER, AEMOND. GOODNESS KNOWS BOTH OF YOU NEED OTHER PEOPLE IN YOUR LIVES!"

You both blushed as Aemond took the seat across from you. Tension hung in the air for a few moments. You were about to say something when Aemond beat you to it.

"What's your major?" He blurted. He looked slightly terrified.

"I'm a lit major, I enjoy reading and analyzing and writing," you explained. "I've been devouring four books a month, might as well learn how to make a career out of it, right?"

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I don't attend the university. I'm just…here," he took a breath. "I graduated from University of Old Valyria two years ago. I came here to start over."

"Wow, wasn't expecting that one."

"It usually takes people by surprise, those who ask."

"I get that, staying in the back. There's solitude in it. But it can get lonely."

"It really can."

For once, there was a comfortable silence. Genuine smiles graced both of your face, and soon enough, you and Aemond were talking about everything and anything - sharing stories, good and bad. You discovered both of you come from broken families. Aemond's dad didn't give a shit about anyone except his daughter from his first marriage. You told him that your mom and dad fought constantly. Sometimes it got so bad that small pieces of furniture would get thrown. By the time you and Aemond finished talking three hours had passed and Mrs. Tully began ushering both of you out, not without a knowing smile, of course.

"I just realized that you never gave me your name," Aemond said.

"Shit, yeah. Sorry about that," you gave him a small smile before giving him your name along with your number. "We should do this again, Aemond. I really enjoyed it."

"Absolutely. Not to be too weird or anything, but can I walk you home?"

As it turned out, you both lived at the same apartment complex and the same floor. You stood outside your door, unable to keep yourself from smiling, as you said your goodbyes for the night.

"I guess, but I don't want you to walk one way only to find out you have to go to the other side of town."

Over the next year you and Aemond continued to build your friendship. You knew everything about him and you, him. Every little facial expression, every bit of body language, you knew it all. 

As you were ending your final year at university you moved in with Aemond. You two were as thick as thieves, basically being a package whenever it mean going out. It was more than a friendship, though. It always has been. It was that neither of you wanted to admit it. Accidental brushes of hands, long hugs, the forehead kisses you insisted were platonic peppered your days. 

Until one day, Aemond decided to take you to the lake for the day.

"Aems, this is beautiful," you stared in awe at the sparkling water and the lush grass.

"I thought we could have a nice picnic away from the city. It can be a lot, you know? And we haven't left it since you moved it," he said.

"Aw, look at you, being observant," you laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he chuckled.

Playfully elbowing him you couldn't help but feel loved. No one ever thought about things like this concerning you.

You spent the entire day at the lake, splashing each other with water, eating sandwiches, reading, and simply enjoying each other's company. Too soon, the sun set and the moon came out.

"We should get going, Aems, it's already -," you yawned and stretched.

"Just a few more minutes. Look up," he pointed at the sky.

You raised your head up towards the night sky and gasped. The moon glowed soft and the stars were scattered all around it. You never saw the sky like this when you were growing up. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, nothing could top this. 

Until a shooting star blazed across sky. All you could do was stare at wonder and bask in its beauty. 

What you didn't see was Aemond staring not looking up at the sky, but at you. A smile graced his face when he saw how happy you were. He took this moment to scoot closer to you and put an arm around you. He's done this many times before but this time was different. Warmth spread through your body. You could feel your stomach start to coil and you suddenly felt nervous.

"Aems, meteor showers don't happen often," you stated. You closed your eyes as you asked the question, "did you plan this?"

Aemond ran his free hand through his hair. A blush crept up his neck. "Yeah, I did. I thought it would be a nice -"

You cut him off, "it's beautiful, Aems."

"There's something else I wanted to do, if you're okay with it."

"Of course."

Aemond leaned in slowly, giving you the time to choose to pull back if you wanted. But you didn't. Instead, you glanced at his lips then met his eye and smiled. You met him in the middle as your nervousness disappeared and joy took its place. His lips were as soft as you thought. The kiss was gentle and perfect. In that moment you knew that you two were made for each other. When you separated you couldn't help but grin wildly at each other.

"Yes, Aems, a hundred times yes," you said as you captured his lips in another sweet kiss. 

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

Living together didn't change much except for the kisses and touches. You were more intimate and I'm playful with each other. You shared even more secrets with each other, including your fear of being in a relationship similar to your parents'. 

Eventually, you got rid of your bed and moved into Aemond's room. That night was when you finally had sex for the first time. Like your first kiss, it was gentle and sweet. It wasn't fucking, it was making love.

Two years passed before cracks started showing.

At first it was over small things, dishes not being washed, the toilet seat left up, not taking out the trash. Nothing was ever said, both you and Aemond didn't want to deal with confrontation so you were passive aggressive to each other. You started to go out more, not realizing you were trying to stay away from the apartment. Aemond noticed this but never said anything, he didn't want you to think he was controlling.

But he couldn't take it anymore.

You came in late that night, around two thirty in the morning. He was waiting for you on the couch facing the turned off TV.

"I thought you'd be asleep by now, Aems," you said softly.

"I'm not," there was a bite in his words.

A pregnant pause.

"You don't think I've noticed how often you've come home late, how you disappear for most of the day?" 

"Aemond, you know I'm just hanging out with some friends."

He bowed his head, "who is he? Who are you seeing?"

Your eyes widened at the accusation. "You think I'm cheating on you, Aems? Do you really think I don't want you?"

Aemond stood up from the couch and stalked over to you, "It certainly seems that way. You won't even let me kiss you for too long."

"Aemond, this is ridiculous, you know I love you," you reached out to him but he pulled away.

He huffed, "Yeah, sure."

"I love you and only you," your phone buzzed. 

Aemond tensed, "Who's that?"

You rolled your eyes, "It's just a friend named Cregan."

Red flashed across his face. "Cregan. You mean Cregan Stark? That fuck boy?"

"He's not a fuck boy, Aemond. And he's just a friend!" You insisted but you were losing your patience.

"I'm going to bed," he said. As he turned around you heard him whisper, "Just go fuck him."

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me," he refused to turn around to face you. "Go fuck Cregan."

"You know what, fine. It's not like you haven't been trying to get into Floris's pants too."

Aemond turned around so fast he knocked over a plastic succulent as he turned back to you. He grabbed the nearest thing to him, a set of keys, and threw it across the room. 

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. I've never touched her," he looked at you with such rage you wanted to back down but you didn't.

"Whatever you say, Aemond," you rolled your eyes and went to leave the apartment when something smashed into the wall next to your head. A framed photo of you two at the lake. You whipped your head around, fear in your eyes. You started to hyperventilate. You couldn't breathe.

The anger on Aemond's face was immediately replaced with regret. "No, no, please, I'm sorry, I didn't -"

You didn't let him finish as you ran out.

Running out of the complex you knew you had to get as far away as possible. You didn't know where to go, nowhere made sense, everything was wrong. Nothing was real. So you went to the only place that could bring you peace at this time of night.

The lake.

You hopped into your car and drove as fast as you could to the lake. It wasn't until you sat on the shore that you let the tears escape. Hugging your knees tight you did you best to stifle your cries. You were shaking. Nothing was right, nothing was real. This was a dream, it had to be. Your nails started to dig into your skin as you finally let out your cries.

A hand touched your shoulder and you resigned yourself to your fate. You didn't know who was there but it didn't matter. Everything was wrong, anyway. Nothing made sense. 

Then you heard him.

"Please, please," the voice begged.

You could tell it was Aemond. He knelt down next to you and placed his other hand on your knees. You balled yourself up tighter.

"I'm… I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

You could tell he was on the verge of tears but you didn't look up.

"I know I was wrong. I was angry and I let it fester and I took it out on you, please," he choked on your name. 

Nothing. You said nothing.

"If you want me to leave, if you want us to stop," he took a shakey breath, "just say the word and it can end. We won't ever have to see each other again."

Silence.

"Okay," he swallowed, "I'll go." 

Aemond removed a hand from your shoulder and went to stand up but your hand grabbed the other one on your knee.

"No, please don't leave me, Aemond." You whispered. 

You took a deep breath before unraveling yourself but you didn't look at him. Not yet.

He brought his hand to rest on top of yours. "I won't leave, I promise you I won't. I will never leave you alone," he gasped. You could hear him struggling through the tears.

"I was wrong. I was very wrong. What I said and what I did wasn't okay, it was far from okay. And I promise I have never looked at or thought about anyone else the way I do with you. I know you love me unconditionally but my paranoia got the better of me."

You looked at the lake ahead of you, "It's going to take time, Aemond, a lot of time until I can trust you again."

"I know, and I'm willing to wait." After a few moments of silence Aemond said, "I think of you every day, about this lake. I knew I loved you before then but watching you look up at the sky made it real."

You let out a chuckle as you finally looked at him, "I knew then, too, Aems." You took another breath, "I'm sorry for what I said, too, it wasn't fair. And for avoiding you. Work started becoming too much and I was overwhelmed and didn't want you to see me in such a mess, so I went out."

"We'll get through this, I promise," he took you in his arms and held you tight. "Let's head home. We'll take my car and pick up yours later."

You sniffled, "Okay."

Aemond helped you get up and walk to the car. Your legs were jelly, your body was drained. The drive home was silent but you two held each other's hands.

That night Aemond wrapped his arms around you tight. 

It took months, but through couple's counseling your relationship began to strengthen once more. Aemond saw another therapist focusing on sudden anger in case something sets him off again. He doesn't want to hurt you ever again and he never does.

#bean fics #modern au #ModernAemond #modern!aemond #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #modern aemond x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #songfic

[shai-manahan]

Hi! It's been a while since I've talked about the upcoming updates, but I finally had a chance to actually sit down and make plans! (the life of a corporate slave, am I right? 🙃)

It has something to do with the changes I will be implementing on my patreon, though. I've thought for a while how to give content that's worthwhile of subscriptions while also making sure I can be comfortable with them, and in all honesty, I had a tricky time doing it. HM is too personal for me, as I used to talk about before, and some of the patreon benefits I promised before eventually felt too revealing - of my own thoughts and people whose lives were a huge inspiration for this story.

I will be talking about these changes and the update schedules as well below the cut.

UPDATES

I aim to finish at least half of HM's Book 1 this year. It seems to be a more realistic goal than forcing myself to finish everything right away (which tbh may have been a huge pressure I put on myself the past few years), though admittedly, things are unpredictable in the field I'm in; my job is full of overtime hours, and I spend most of my weekends trying to recover (or sick).

Still, I gotta finish it one way or another, and it's not going to write itself (though I wish it would!), so yeah, set realistic deadlines, pull out a few all-nighters, and maybe I'll actually get through it, who knows?

I do hope I'll have steadier finances by the time Book 2 starts so I can put more focus on writing and have sufficient energy for it, but that's a conversation for another day.

Changes in Prologue - Chapter 2

Okay. I know I promised not to make revisions until I write more chapters, but changing how some game mechanics work and reworking the stats made it a necessity, and I underestimated how much rewriting I'd have to do. A few scenes ended up not working well anymore, and I couldn't resist from revising a few clunky sections while I was at it.

Dialogue options were one of those that were significantly affected by the stat changes, but no worries, nothing is changed in the story -- meaning Wesley still fucks with the Ripper's life (oops), Richard still goes off doing whatever non-sus thing he's doing, you can still punch Bale (it's even a lot funnier this time), Bertrand remains a bitchy cop, and you'll still have your sad flashback with your former best friend/lover/crush or whatever they are to your MC.

The plan is to release the updated version of Prologue and Chapter 1 to patrons by the end of March (I will have a few days off work that week) and release it to the public once the new content is also ready, which I presume will be available next month (I will keep you all posted but I really hope I can get it done by then because it's been forever 🥲).

I might tweak Chapter 2 a little so the available portion can stand on its own rather than be divided into two parts, because it's just too long lmfao and is harming the pacing as I keep worrying about the length. I'm also incorporating a few suggestions a few folks gave me these past few months.

Succeeding chapters

I've probably said this before but things are bound to get more insane in HM once we're past the first three to four chapters. But also quicker to write in a way. They're the kind of scenes I thrive in, and while they have bigger variations, they're a lot more fast-paced, characters start being manipulative little shits, and the threats are more prevalent than ever. Your Ripper will not have a good time, but I certainly will (I say as I look at my outline and get sad doing it). There will be a few "breaks" in between, but this is not and will never be a light-hearted story. Anyway, I'm inclined to believe I'll be more consistent with updates when that time comes, so bear with me for now :')

PATREON CHANGES

This is getting long, so I'll just list the updated tier benefits and end the day with it. I'll be posting a schedule that I will be committing to (here and on patreon tomorrow morning), with the below details as well (so if you wanna stop here that's totally valid) but for now, here's the tentative list:

Tier 1

Early access - 4 days before a public update (this month will be an exception and you'll get the update as soon as the other tiers get it, too).

Sneak peeks and deleted scenes - I included the latter because apparently I delete a lot of great scenes

Hints for future revelations in the story - the categories will depend on results of polls; the hints may be about Bale's death, about Ripper's family, Pharos, Cyro, the ROs themselves, or the nightmares that the MC is getting, etc. Might be in form of vague conversations/dialogues between unknown characters, might be me dropping subtle info about those involved. Either way, it will be fun :). The polls and these hints will be given monthly.

Tier 2

Early access - 1 week before a public update

all the other benefits for Tier 1

monthly RO snippets - I'm still experimenting with this, but I might simply write MC x RO snippets (with different kinds of MCs for different scenarios because I deeply hate writing blank slate MCs, sorry)

a choice to see the POV of a character, decided through polls, for every chapter/update.

Tier 3

Early access - as early as it's available and goes through testing stages

all other benefits for previous tiers

Non-RO short stories

Previews on unintroduced characters :)

That's all for tonight! I am so tired lmfao but I hope you all are having a great weekend so far! See you tomorrow :)

#patreon #patreon changes #updates #hollowed minds progress update #interactive fiction #hollowed minds series #hollowed minds #wip #writing #hollowed minds book one #if wip #interactive novel

[the-himawari]

A3! Utsuki Chikage - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Chikage: I’m home—.

Itaru: HUH? Freaking small fry! TAKE THAT!

Chikage: … (I’ll just change clothes for now.) (Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten this evening yet.) I had lunch late, so it’s not like I need to…)

Itaru: Welcome back, senpai. GJ with the late-night overtime~.

Chikage: You noticed I came back? That was some huge lag.

Itaru: I reached a good point to stop, so I figured I should say something.

Chikage: Hmm. A good stopping point, you say?

Itaru: What is it?

Chikage: Nothing. By the way, is that a new game?

Itaru: I left on time and got my hands on it. It’s a famous numbered title, and this is the first new release in 6 years. Just give me 3 days and I’ll lend it to you.

Chikage: I’m good, thanks. Before you try to enable me, shouldn’t you eat those cup noodles sitting on the table? I’m sure they’re soggy by now.

Itaru: Ah crap. I forgot. You can have it—.

Chikage: No, thank you.

Itaru: Shot down instantly. You know, this brand is good when it’s a little soggy.

Chikage: What a great discovery born from sloppiness. I’m going to have something to eat in the lounge. You can take it easy.

-pause-

Kazunari: Add that cheese~ parsley~ and also…

Chikage: Kazunari?

Kazunari: Chikachon! You gonna use the kitchen? Hold on a sec. I’m just finishing up~.

Chikage: A late-night snack while you’re working?

Kazunari: Yep, you got me~. And on that note, voila! Tomato soymilk risotto with oatmeal! I took a stab at making it since I saw a recipe vid on inste.

Chikage: I’m sure Kumon and Azami would enjoy that.

Kazunari: I know, right? Mayhaps I’ll make it for breakfast tomorrow? Ah. Do you wanna try some too, Chikachon? I have extra ingredients, so I can whip some up right away.

Chikage: …The difference between the soggy cup noodles is amazing.

Kazunari: ???

Chikage: Oh, no. It’s nothing. I suppose I’ll have some.

-pause-

Kazunari: I made soymilk curry risotto for Chikachon~! I just added curry powder though.

Chikage: Thank you. I’m digging in. …It tastes great. It’s more filling than I expected.

Kazunari: Great~. Should I bring some to Itarun for a midnight snack? He said he was gonna pull an all-nighter.

Chikage: No, he’ll be fine. He has his soggy cup noodles. Besides, I doubt he has time for that.

Kazunari: You think?

Chikage: He was a lot rowdier than usual while playing that game. I suspect it’s because the new game he bought was harder than he expected, so it’s not going very well for him. He said he reached a good stopping point. But I bet he just gave up for the moment since he couldn’t win.

Kazunari: I see~. Mhm, mhm.

Chikage: Are you grinning over there?

Kazunari: It’s just~, I was thinking your life as roomies seems to be going well.

Chikage: Really now?

Kazunari: With your personality, I assumed you’d grumble or complain more about sharing a room with Itarun… Or that one of you would pack up and leave… I think all of us were a teensy bit worried inside~. Myself included.

Chikage: I think I do grumble and complain often. But, well, you're right. I suppose I've never thought about calling it quits or switching rooms.

Kazunari: See? That’s a good sign, isn’t it!

Chikage: The bar is on the floor.

Kazunari: Anyways, have you decided what you’re gonna do for the roommate mission?

Chikage: Not yet. I still have to think.

Kazunari: Chikachon playing Itarun, huh~… Yep! I can’t imagine it at all. I know it’s gonna be an absolute hoot though! How ‘bout you? Think it’s gonna be hard?

Chikage: Playing Chigasaki will be… well, I feel reluctant, but I don’t think it will be difficult. …However, I doubt simply acting will clear this mission in the true sense of the word. Having said that, I don’t think I share a bad relationship with Chigasaki. The things I’d like him to fix are… I already tell him about them all the time, whether it sticks with him or not. At this point, I don’t think I can think of anything I’d like to say, change, or understand about him by acting as him.

Kazunari: Hm, hm… In that case—. Doesn’t that mean you’re satisfied with the way things are now?

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#a3! #a3! translation #utsuki chikage #act! addict! actors! #let's go gamers (2)

[sebsxphia]

You are in your last year of uni. Because of the dissertation and other essay deadlines all congregating within 10 days, you had an incredibly trying, long, boring week and a half, which also managed to be busy and stressful at the same time. Now, you completed everything on time, but you still don't feel like you are free. You feel beyond tired, but too exhausted mentally to be sleepy. You also have this need in you that you weren't able to satisfy because of all the all-nighters you had to pull, and being too on edge on the other nights. This is extra frustrating, because you and Jake intended to keep your honeymoon going even after you came back home. Jake, the wonderful husband he is, tried to keep the subject light, wanting to take away any unnecessary additional pressure from you, (despite his balls turning blue...).

But, now that you've finished, he is excited to start making up for all the missed nights. He makes sure that everything is perfect. He runs you a bath beforehand so that you are more relaxed. By the time you finish, he managed to prepare the bed to look similar to the one you had in your honeymoon suite. You have tears in your eyes when you see it, and see him buzz with excitement at your reaction, the full on grin seeming to be permanently etched on his face. You rush to embrace him and he meets you half way, pressing kisses to your cheek and neck while you burry your face into him, chanting "thank you" all the while.

He gently places you down on the bed and takes his sweet time going down on you, worshiping each and every dip and curve of your body, as if it were both the first and last time he could do this. After giving you at least two orgasms, he makes his way back up to your lips just as meticulously, laying heavy, wet kisses everywhere. But when he reaches your jaw, he notices that he must have taken too long getting up there, because during his way up you've fallen asleep, the release of tension and frustration by the orgasms finally allowing you to give into the exhaustion, his gentle hands caressing your sides and his soft lips on your stomach and sternum helping to lull you to sleep. He smiles to himself, brushes a strand of hair from your face, kisses your cheek and tucks the both of you in, pulling you to his chest. If he waited this long, he can wait until the morning, he decides.

And what a morning it is...

-💚

AWWWWWWE THIS IS SO SWEET 🥹 no because even though jake’s balls would still be blue as hell <3 he’s so smug and pleased with himself that he managed to get you to that completely relaxed state. he knows he’s done his upmost at taking care of you and he can wait.

i can imagine in the morning you wake up so apologetic and jake is there to soothe you, telling you it’s fine, going down on you another two more times before he finally drains his balls.

aaah thank you so much for this my beloved anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #💚 anon

[gaoau]

松野千冬

Raison d'Être warnings — none. word count — 2.0k

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It had already been over a year since she first met Chifuyu; since she found Ai in a soaked cardboard box under a thunderstorm. The months had passed by, days of moving forward buying that stupidly gigantic canvas on impulse and scavenging her brain for ideas on how to use it. [Name] never did think for a moment that she would ever manage to accomplish something so big and fascinating by herself, with her own hands, using her own mind. As she traced the last brushstroke of white acrylic on her painting, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. The nine-hundred and ninety-ninth Winter square was finally complete.

[Name] took a step back, and then another one, and then a few more, maneouvering around Ai sleeping on the floor, so she could take a better look at her accomplishment—her biggest one in her art career yet, if she dared say. Which she did dare, admiring the endless all-nighters and obsessive hours spent grinding away with pens and paintbrushes for this painting to come together. Nine-hundred and ninety-nine little squares of Winter wonderlands, forests, lakes, mist across mountains, sunsets and sunrises; days of self-hatred and self-doubt and a devastating impostor syndrome that wouldn't let go of her neck no matter how hard she tried. Now, it was one full painting.

"Phone, phone, where's my phone…?" She tapped her palms over her body and dug her hands into every pocket she wore. Judging by her speakers still playing music, her phone was somewhere nearby. Her eyes zeroed in on it lying on the table, abandoned after powering through the last hundred Winters. With Chifuyu on speed dial, the line was ringing before she even realized. A moment later, he picked up and greeted her with his regular pet name. "Chifuyu, hey, my love, can you come over real quick?"

It threw the poor man for a loop in an instant. She had explicitly stated she'd be busy through the weekend. He was alert on his couch with the phone tightly gripped between his fingers. "I can, is everything okay?"

[Name] laughed—[Name] cackled almost distortedly. "Oh, everything's more than okay." He could hear the wide grin spreading on her lips, the sound of rain playing in the background. He hadn't realized it'd been raining until it coupled with her joy.

He walked under the rain regardless. By the time he was ringing her doorbell, [Name] allowed him inside while holding a container with that india ink she loved so much. She beamed at him with a brightness she only displayed at very specific moments when her excitement took the reins and overflowed. With her free hand, she grasped onto his wrist to drag him inside her apartment, barely giving him time to kick the door shut behind him. Wordlessly, she pulled on him like a ragdoll and positioned him right before the canvas, then tugged him a few steps back for good measure. Chifuyu didn't need more than a single glance at her enthusiasm to understand she had finally finished her painting. He gazed at the hundreds of squares blending into one another but keeping their framed independence, and when he blinked to get the full picture, he noticed how they all formed cohesive pieces that joined to create a mountain range rising taller than him.

He turned towards [Name], mouth agape at the fascinating concept she had manifested with her own hands. She grinned back at him, almost bouncing on the balls of her feet while she wrapped her arms around him, cautious of the ink she was holding. "What do you think? I even have a name for it and all!" She squeezed him tightly, eliciting mirthful chuckles from him as he reciprocated the hug. "I can't believe I did that!"

"What's the name?" His soft laughter tickled against her cheek when he planted a kiss on her skin.

"Can you guess?" She stared right into his eyes, so intense and blue and so refreshing in all their thousand repetitions of Winter. A teasing snort escaped her at the sheer confusion scrawled over his face. "A Thousand Winters," she spoke the kanjis for his name rearranged with a different pronunciation and a new addition. It was his name, the one she had said she didn't like all that much, but the same one she called him so lovingly with the adoration in her voice. She pulled away from him, his arms falling limp to his sides as he tried to process her words, and snatched a fountain pen from among her scattered supplies.

As he watched [Name] scribble the characters for the name on the corner of the canvas, at the bottom of the gigantic forests made out of pieces of Winters, Chifuyu found his brain once more. Of course he couldn't guess! She had kept it secret from him all this time. "Didn't you say they were nine-hundred?" He gawked at her, mock-betrayal across his face.

Next to the neatly written 千の冬, [Name] sliced the pen nib around to imprint her signature. She turned to smile at him cheekily. "I lied. It's thirty by thirty-three." Her hand motioned towards the painting, showcasing the multiplication of rows and columns all together.

Chifuyu struggled with the numbers in his head. "So… nine-hundred and… ninety…?" He squinted at her, hesitating on the words coming out of his mouth.

[Name] giggled at his failed attempt. "Ninety-nine," she corrected. "It's mathematically impossible to have a thousand symmetrical rectangles in a bigger rectangle, so they're nine-hundred and ninety-nine." There was something about her explaining her art with fancy words that made Chifuyu's heart flutter. He didn't get a single thing she said, but she made him want to sit down and study math all day long.

"So it's not one thousand?"

"The big guy is the thousandth." She still held the pen in her hand while she cupped his face. "Or you. I did do this because of you, Chifuyu."

It dawned on him as soon as she emphasized his name. [Name] had mentioned this painting was a challenge; the jarring white she despised, the colors that overwhelmed her, and all the black she manipulated to her will like an extension of her body. She tackled art in a way that terrified her, basing her ideas off his name, off the thousand Winters in his name, using amounts of white she wasn't comfortable with. He understood now why she didn't like his name at first. Here she was now, gazing into his eyes in adoration, standing with a completed painting of snowy landscapes behind her. She challenged herself because of him.

She planted a soft kiss on his nose before letting him go and leaving him to his stupor. A sparkling grin grew on his face, proud of [Name] for overcoming her own doubts, with him, with Ai, even with Kazutora. His arms shot out before he could hold himself back, hands reaching behind [Name]'s neck and pulling her closer. His eyes fluttered closed as he placed his lips upon hers with the softest of touches. She could feel Chifuyu smiling widely into the kiss and chuckled, her palms falling instinctively onto his hips. It was so warm and so right, to follow his lead; to follow Chifuyu like the abandoned puppy she'd been. She melted into his arms and allowed him to steal the breath from her lungs with just one kiss.

When Chifuyu very reluctantly and very out of breath pulled away, leaving [Name] to chase his lips, he found her dazed eyes admiring him as if he were aligning the planets in his hands for her. He selfishly wanted her to look only at him and nothing else. "Calls for celebration, doesn't it?" he hummed, head dipping to rest on her shoulder.

Owners definitely resembled their cats, especially Chifuyu, seeing he nuzzled into her neck the same way Peke J did. Her arms held him firmly by the waist. She laughed softly, "It's just a painting."

"It's not!" Chifuyu whined, "[Name], you've been working on this for months! Come on!"

Goosebumps erupted on her skin as his offended exclamations brushed against her. "Okay, okay, what do you got in mind?"

"Dinner at home, crack open some beers?"

"You just wanna get drunk."

"With you." He kissed her shoulder for good measure. Maybe it would convince her.

"Fine, lemme get Ai's leash."

Chifuyu perked up at her exasperated sigh. He stole another kiss from her lips before rushing to pick Ai up in his arms. The dog was way too big to be carried, but that didn't stop Chifuyu from spoiling him. [Name] rolled her eyes at the pair, umbrella and leash in hand. It was a sight to behold, all her favorite things, those she grew to love, coming together. Chifuyu, Ai, and the rain; [Name] was alive for them.

More cans of beer ended up empty than actually intended, but it seemed the alcohol could hardly hold a candle to [Name]'s buzzing excitement of finishing that gigantic canvas—or in Chifuyu's case, the pride for his girlfriend. With Ai and Peke J curled upon the couch and fast asleep, [Name] took it upon herself to clean up the kitchen after the extravagant dinner Chifuyu suggested. She forced him out of his seat, hearing him whine about his tipsy brain as he cleared out the table.

He snuck up behind her at the sink before she could start washing the first pot. His arms snaked around her waist. "Just leave it, I'll do it tomorrow," he mumbled into her shoulder.

"You already cooked dinner."

"And you did a—You made art! With my name!"

[Name] chortled and turned in his arms to face him. "Okay, now I clean up."

"No, let's go!" His fingers looped around her wrist and tugged her away from the kitchen.

With wide eyes, she stumbled on her feet as he suddenly began dragging her through the house. "Go where?!" Chifuyu cackled at the confusion ringing in her voice. He only glanced at her face, grinning at her widely. Then he burst open the door to the backyard. "Chifuyu, it's raining!" [Name] pulled on her hand and came to a halt, slipping from his grip.

Chifuyu darted out underneath the pouring rain, letting the water smite down on him and seep through his clothes. The lightning illuminated his charming smile and the thunder drowned out his voice. "And?!" He stretched out his arm to beckon her closer, prompting her to step under the storm with him. "It was raining when you found Ai, but that didn't stop you!"

It didn't take [Name] much consideration to intertwine her fingers with his. Chifuyu drew her into him and spun her around on the grass. There was no moon in the sky as they twirled and stumbled and danced and laughed along to the melodies of the universe, conspiring to have them hug in each other's joy. Her chest tightened up and her heart skipped every possible beat; it felt like she was truly living. She hoped they weren't disturbing the neighbors with all their obnoxious cackling. It was almost like Chifuyu read her mind when he sealed her lips with his, quieting down the sound of their voices.

The moment Ai dashed out of the house to bathe under the rain with them, [Name] knew this was a day she'd never forget. He barked and sprinted around the two of them, ignoring the thunder booming in his ears. He'd grown and she'd grown; he was alive and she was alive. She dipped down, slipping from Chifuyu's arms to plop on the uncomfortably wet grass. Ai jumped onto her to lap at her face in glee. They really had come so incredibly far.

#Raison d'Être #Tokyo Revengers #Tokrev #Tokrev x Reader #Tokyo Revengers x Reader #Matsuno Chifuyu #Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader #Chifuyu x Reader

[nocturnalswarehouse]

Tag game!

I was tagged by @blossom-adventures and @thequeenofthewinter :)

3 Ships:

I'm going to delve away from Skyrim here because my procrastination response if I don't want to be productive around my place, is to immerse myself in as much media as possible. So an obvious one is OC/Brynjolf. Otherwise, Adi would not exist XD my others are OC (or reader)/Jacob Frye because I'm still hyperfixating on AC Syndicate. I also recently finally started Jane the Virgin, and I'm a slut for Jane/Rafael

1st Ever Ship:

I was but a young child, barely able to comprehend reading when my first ever a ship came to be. I shit you not. I think I was 5. It was Blue/Magenta in Blue's Clues. I found out a couple years ago was also my first gay ship, and I am HERE for it.

Last Song:

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Last Movie:

I watched one in my filmmaking class by a local director who created a film about a Ukrainian woman who immigrated to modern-day Winnipeg. Do I remember the title? Nope. Do I want to? Nope.

This movie was filmed back in like,,, 2019 I believe, is what he said and released like last year. It's two hours and could've been easily cut down to one. Very slow, almost too slow. I liked a lot of the shots. It was interesting to watch a film where only two characters - who were in there briefly - spoke English.

So there are good things about it, but it definitely could've been way better. I felt like the writing was almost too dry, and the director didn't give us any context as to what the plot was or any warnings that were needed (nudity and a certain subject related to nudity that is unpleasant to watch, to put it nicely).

I just think we should keep cishet white north American men away from creating films with that kind of subject because they don't,,, get it. Granted, neither do I but I do have an entire family of immigrants.

Currently Reading:

Well, it was my personality psych textbook, but no more! I hope to finish @thequeenofthewinter's fic because I'm behind due to school, and after that? Well, when the term starts, one of the texts for one of my classes is "The Handmaid's Tale," and I'm VERY excited to read it.

Currently Watching:

Too many things at once.

Jane the Virgin

Wednesday (I get the hype, I have critiques, but imma keep them to myself because it's very nitpicky and a bit pretentious)

RuPaul's Drag Race S14 (I'm on episode 7)

Canada's Drag Race S2 (I'm on episode 4)

The Witcher (started it in September, had a depressive episode)

Slow rewatch of Avatar: The Last Airbender because I'm following the podcast recaps and discussions

Slow rewatch of Kim Possible because I got bored and switched to the Witcher (it's great to watch after a long shift at work, though)

Wizards of Waverly Place (helped me through the depressive episode. Downside? I've seen it so many times the show is fully memorized)

Hunters on Amazon Prime (They re-edited the show to take out the scenes that got a lot of negative press, and I'm mad, so I stopped because they also re-edited my favourite scene in the entire show)

Teen Wolf (gotta prep for the movie coming out in 2023)

Okay yeah, so my fam and I have a lot of streaming services. Welcome to my Dad, and I are movie buffs

Currently Consuming:

Water. I'm pulling an all-nighter because I gotta be at the airport in two and a half hours, so if I sleep I will miss my flight. Gotta stay hydrated!

Currently Craving:

Tacos from a place back home, and lemonade from a pop-up lemonade stand that ends up at every big event in my city back home and if I can convince my parents I'll be able to get one and won't have to wait until Stampede in July next year. It's the best damn lemonade I've ever had.

The specific tacos I'm craving are the best damn fast-food tacos I've ever had, but I've definitely had better. My sister worked at a Mexican restaurant specializing in tacos that a family member owns, for god's sake. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, I also crave those. I think I just want tacos.

I can't really think of anyone to tag (the main person I would've tagged, tagged me first XD), so I pass this on to anyone that wants to do it :)

#thanks for the tag! #tag game #this was fun! #also sorry I tend to ramble lol

[causeknight]

Top 5 most important games of my youth

I just reblogged a post about this but other people had their games listed so I didn’t wanna de-rail that post with long winded explanations behind why each game is important. Hence I’m doing it here! We’ll go chronologically:

1. Shadow the hedgehog (xbox) - I first got my xbox with a copy of Sonic heroes. While I played that game a lot, I played Shadow the hedgehog way more and there’s only a 1 year gap between their releases. I became a Sonic fan young and Shadow showed me that Sonic games could have more complex and darker stories. Looking back it has an “edgy for kids” aesthetic, so it’s no wonder why I loved it as an 8 year old. Shadow was important to me because it influenced my aesthetic. I wanted cool and edgy, I wanted story beyond the surface level, I wanted the things that came afterwards to have depth to them, which in turn influenced the films, shows, and games that I gave a chance vs the ones I didn’t.

2. Pokemon pearl (DS) - I owned pokemon fire red before this. However, I was too young to understand the different RPG mechanics and didn’t get very far in it. 1 day I let my cousin “borrow” it and my fire red cartridge was then lost to the sands of time. So Pearl comes out when I’m 10 years old, I need a new game to play for a long car trip down to London and I pick up Pearl. I think it’s safe to say that the pokemon game that comes out when you’re 10 is gonna be your favourite, you’re the prime demographic age. Pokemon was popular at my school, all my friends were playing it, buying cards for the TCG, and sharing in each other’s adventures through trading and battling. The lovely thing about pokemon back then that I think is somewhat lost now is that it was a social game. It encouraged you to go round to friends’ houses so you could play together, compare teams, help each other with full completion, etc. Pearl was important to me because it deepened my social links.

3. Smash bros brawl (wii) - All my friends who owned a wii had this game. Whenever we had a sleepover we would play this for hours. Brawl has to be the game I’ve objectively played the most, I’ve easily put over 3000 hours into this game! Now arguably it’s sequel, smash 4 wii u, could be considered more important as that’s when I started to get actually competitive with it. I was watching character guides online, learning techniques and terminology from the fighting game community, I even won £80 from winning a small tournament at play expo in Manchester one year! But the way I see it, none of that would’ve happened if I didn’t play Brawl first. Brawl was important to me because it helped me get better at competing. Brawl was THE game I poured my heart and soul into, constantly learning how to get better and strategize around characters’ strengths and weaknesses. It was the game that made me “git gud” so to speak.

4. Halo 3 (xbox 360) - I know I said chronological but here’s the thing, I didn’t actually play this game until 2009, after Brawl released, so that’s why it comes after Brawl. Also, I never owned this game, my best friend did. His parents bought him a 360 (because they’re middle class and could afford more than 1 console per generation) while I was stuck with my wii. Class warfare aside tho, whenever I went round to his house we’d usually play Halo together. Halo 3 was my first time doing a co-op campaign with someone; every other game I played that had multiplayer was competitive, so working together with someone was a refreshing change of pace, mainly because I used to lose a lot in versus games. We used to pull all-nighters playing this, it left me with a lot of good memories. As future Halo games came out my friend would buy them and we’d play through the campaigns together, as well as spend hours on custom maps and game modes. Halo 3 was important to me because it was the game I shared with my best friend. Even tho I never truly owned it, it was OUR game.

5. Virtue’s last reward (3DS) - While bored on holiday 1 year I download the demo of this game from the eShop. I liked what I played and coincidentally enough the next day I see it at a game shop for £15. I decide to take a chance on it and I’m so happy I did. I’m gonna say this point blank: VLR has the best writing in any piece of media I’ve ever experienced. It’s smart, it’s intriguing, it’s a story that can only work in the medium of video games and I find that fascinating! It’s a game that elevates it’s medium in a way that so few others have managed to achieve. On top of that it also talks about time travel in a way that made me see other time travel plots as no longer being paradoxical or having plot holes; like I said, it’s SMART! This game blew my 16 year old mind so god damn hard I actually joined a facebook group for fans of the franchise because I just NEEDED to talk about it with other people. Also it’s pretty hard to convince your friends to play an 80+ hour visual novel / puzzle game, especially when I felt like the only one in my friend group who owned a 3DS. VLR was important to me because of weirdly the same reason Shadow the hedgehog was important to me, it raised the bar for what a good story should be. It also showed me that I can get borderline life changing experiences from games without AAA budgets.

#causeknight #personal #top 5 games #shadow the hedgehog #pokemon pearl #Smash Bros #Halo #virtue's last reward

[mthoughts2]

why can I not finish anything?

I recently came across the files for a documentary I'd been making for awhile. it's about my Senior Year of high school during the pandemic; part-vlog part-retrospective part-memoir part-documentary part-diary part-coming-of-age. I started work on it in August 2020, and started editing in June 2021. I finished a very rough draft (but mostly complete) version of the film in early January '22. Showed my parents the draft, took some notes on things to touch up, and then never touched them up. or anything else -- I haven't made any edits to the film since January.

Why?

Why did I not finish it?

Why did I not finish the one thing in my life I said I'd finish?

Should I finish it?

Not only is it a documentary about my senior year, but it's also a memoir of my life up to that point. various points throughout the film revisit nostalgic home videos with my childhood self, and draw parallels between things I grew up doing and things I was doing senior year. it definitely played on the "senioritis" nostalgic and coming-of-age feelings seniors tend to get in high school.

the film is very personal, and reveals things nobody else ever knew about me (not in a bad way). I recorded as much of my senior year as I could (er, as I remembered -- there are some parts of the film where I didn't get as much footage in a particular period as I'd hoped, so it's attempted to fill with motion graphics of explanations (or even bad recreations showing a since-grown Micah trying to act like it was taken during senior year, shhhh) to fill that awkward gap void.)

there's some awkward and uncomfortable moments in it. some parts awkward because im cringey and was a cringeworthy awkward high schooler (note I dont mind sharing that, irdc how ppl take me now) but also some parts awkward because of events and such that have transpired since the film has been edited. for example, the prom sequence -- that girl and I broke up a few days later and we dont talk anymore. another sequence involves me meeting an online friend for the first time ever, something that is only uncomfortable in retrospect because of some heartbreak I've experienced since January, when I last touched the film. (rewatching the film the other day I skipped that part over to avoid going to a weird place mentally)

I debated cutting some parts out, even if it means adding to awkward gaps -- simply either because of timing/unimportance to the overall story and development, or just because of awkward feelings after the fact. there already is some stuff cut out -- and out of order -- so this isn't out of the realm of possibility.

because of all this im not entirely sure id release it to anybody, except for maybe a few close people, family and friends. or anyone who would want to watch it, idk who would want to? it's more a film for myself than anything but if there's an audience for a nearly 90 minute autobiography of a significant year of my life, by all means I'll share it.

there's not really too much to do to finish it, but is it worth it?

an ex of mine once told me that I was slowly "killing myself" over trying to finish this documentary. and she was right -- there were nights I was pulling all-nighters trying to finish some sequences, some grades were affected my first semester of college because I was devoting a lot of time to editing the film, I made dozens of phone calls and wrote many emails trying to clear some song licenses to use in the film for copyright purposes (because I initially planned a public release of the film, for, get this, September 2021), and I'd spend an absurd amount of hours recording and animating segments (not that the latter is necessarily a bad thing -- it just shows I put a lot of attention to detail -- but its still something to consider when you factor in how much I really was metaphorically killing myself over finishing this film.)

what happened to that drive?

···

song while writing: Green Eyes - Coldplay

[stuckedfeelin]

It’s in the toughest time in your life that you’ll understand how miracles truly exist.

2020 is the worst year for me. Aside from the pandemic, series of lockdowns, and what knots, I’ve experienced a lot of mental breakdowns on this specific year. One of our family members got depressed, my nanay was diagnosed of “lung cancer” and eventually died as she’s not capable of fighting it anymore, and many series of academic breakdowns as I’m on my third year of college. It was hard healing from the pain that I’ve been through. My nanay was the person that I’m always with, she’s the one who raised me, and took care of me. But then, my fear of her death came.

Moving forward, when I was already in my fourth year of college, I thought everything were going back to where they are supposed to be. I’m slowly re-gaining my will to study effectively and I’m slowly coping up from the pain that I’ve been through because of my grandmother’s death. Not until our second semester came. I had an intuition already that it’s going to be hard, but I didn’t expect that it would be the hardest semester for all of us (accountancy students). My anxiety came back, and I’m always feeling drained. I did study nonstop, watched the prescribed lectures, written down notes, and just like many students, pulled an all-nighter — but those things weren’t enough for me to pass those exams and meet the cut-off grade. I was very nervous because my parents and other relatives were asking me about my graduation. I was very anxious as I do not know how I’ll explain to them the feeling that I’ve been through. I do not want to fail them. I do not want to be my parent’s failure.

And then, after the third comprehensive examinations, I began losing my hope more often because of the failed results that I’m seeing in my grades. My anxiety worsen and there were lot of times that I didn’t study productively because of the negative thoughts that keeps on lingering in my mind. Before our fourth comprehensive exams happened, I laid and surrendered it all to God. I said to myself, “Bahala na, if this is for me, then so be it.” And took the examinations.

Few weeks passed, the results weren’t released tho but when the day that our grades in the Student Central were posted, I was so freakin nervous. And here’s what I got: 4 D’s in the four subjects that I’m very very anxious about.

It may not be the best or pleasant grade for most of the students, but it was what brought me in the finish line. Indeed, miracles do exist and it’s in the toughest time of your life that you may experience it.

[skiyoosmi]

to the stars above | z.

featuring. zhongli (genshin impact)

genre. fluff, angst, smut, ancient-liyue!au

word count. 5.4k

marga's notes. aAAAa look look, it's my first commission!! school has kept me really occupied for like the past month but after pulling a few all-nighters, i've finally finished my responsibilities along with this little baby! once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you to my bubs @ramannnn for trusting me with this one <33

Nobody knows when the world began, how it came to be and why it continues to be. Even I, whose mind is filled with nothing but wonder for it, have no idea. One thing I am quite sure of... is how mine did.

It all started with him— a man of many titles, different identities yet at the end of the day, all these monikers are the same; it's all him. He adored Liyue more than anything else, knew it like the back of his hand. He went where the winds lead him, stayed where the moon shines upon him, stood where the golden sun kissed his skin. He found serenity in the walks he travels as he goes about his day, the sceneries his eyes take in and the calm sounds the nature resonates for him. And as if it was fate decided upon by the Celestia, it led him to me. Suddenly, my little world that used to be nothing became everything... quickly and all at once.

An exasperated sigh escapes from my lips, frustration and disappointment filling my whole being as I stare at the blank parchment paper I held in my hands. Another day was again wasted with no progress, I thought, mentally beating myself up for not being productive enough. Before I could further drown myself into such pessimistic ideas, I snap out of it and let my eyes cherish the view that lies ahead of me. Though I feel a little guilty for taking Vermeer's place, I can only whisper an apology with little to no sincerity. Because truly, nothing can beat the picturesque landscape of Luhua Pool— the crystal clear waters that would most probably reflect my face like a mirror if I were to ever look at it, the ruins that ignited the spark of curiosity within me, wondering about the pasts it holds and the stillness and feeling of peace it gives me as I sit in this cliff. Feeling somewhat a bit better, I place my things on top of the old bag I bring no matter where I go. There's always a better day for writing, I tell myself as a form of consolation, bringing my slim arms up to begin stretching. I've been sitting on this log for quite a long time now, after all.

"It seems like you are in a bit of a dilemma," a deep voice comments from behind me. Out of surprise, I lightly jump and turn my head towards the stranger. Right at that moment, it felt as if all the air circulating inside my body had been depleted. Captivating was an understatement as to how he appeared before me. With the sunlight striking his face and accenting his unique features further, he stood with his hands behind him, head tilted as he looked at me with interest, all while keeping his dignified posture.

"Oh, hello. I am afraid so, yes," I respond, or rather, mutter under my breath since I was not really used to having sudden encounters with other people, nor am I fond of it. I tend to keep to myself, finding it much more peaceful than having to tend to others' overbearing expectations and demands which is partly the reason why I chose to live in the outskirts, far from the center of Liyue that contrasts my comfortable abode, "I apologize. I failed to realize that somebody other than Vermeer liked to stay here," I told him, arching my eyebrows a little when he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Oh, you have no need for such formal apologies. I do not always go here, at least probably not as often as the man you call Vermeer. I was simply taking a walk and I think I got carried away by Liyue's view and eventually, my feet led me here," he explains, a hint of sheepishness present in his tone, "and I guess I'll have to thank my feet for that."

Because it led me to you, interesting one. For many years, it will remain unspoken, kept by the strange man to himself and unveiled once his heart gives up from the resistance he upholds.

For the following hours of lounging around Luhua Pool, I learned a lot about the stranger— he calls himself "Morax," and like the god of Liyue, he enjoyed history and is extremely knowledgeable about it, aspiring to know and understand everything of the world, he often brews tea, even going as far as inviting me once I am free from any form of work. Just as he shared facts about himself, I did too.

"So, Cheng, you said you have a bit of a dilemma?" he inquires, slightly angling his head towards the direction of the side I'm sitting on. I nod my head up and down, mouth forming into a small pout of disappointment as I remember that today has not been that progressive.

"Yes. I am trying to write a novel, you see. Something that will leave an impact on this world so that even if I may pass, I will still live on the memories of people," I tell him, an ambitious expression present on my face. He hums, eyes going over the terraces that make up the current view we have and the two huge statues standing by the ruins, "Why so?"

I pause for a moment to think of a reply, "I guess I just do not want to let someone alone in this cold world. Wouldn't that be too cruel and sad, to just leave them with nothing?"

If I'm able to write words that will provide comfort to my readers, then maybe... just maybe the world will be less lonely... even for just a little bit. At least, that's what I thought as silence consumed us, the sun setting as if to remind us that finally, another day is nearing its end. Now, what will tomorrow bring?

"Well then, I do hope I will be able to read at least some of your works at least once," he speaks as he stands up, lightly dusting away his clothes, "It certainly has been a pleasure to be your company, Cheng."

As he walks down the slope of the hill, his somewhat broad back facing me, I call out, "Will you be back?"

He stops and turns, a soft smile is plastered on his face as he responds, "Only time will tell."

But time was no friend of mine. At least that's what I have come to realize as many days passed without him returning to this place. Though maybe it's only because it almost felt as if time slowed down and I was only eager to see him again, something I have scolded myself to— what a fragile heart do I have to already seek a stranger's presence? That is what others call love at first sight, a devilish portion of my mind whispered cheekily within me and I gasped in disbelief, "Absolutely not," I lightly slap both of my cheeks, "I'm just too coped up in my own world. I probably need to go see more people."

That thought remains a simple yearning though because once again, I find myself lounging around the same spot in Luhua, a quiet hope ignited within me, fulfilled when I hear the familiar voice he adorns as he speaks, "You're here."

I release a sound that is between a giggle and a breathy chuckle, "And I see your feet had led you here once more?"

"They were curious, or should I say... I was," he explains as he takes a seat beside me, his posture remaining solid despite the uncomfortable position.

"Of what?" I ask.

"Of you," he simply replies, unaware of the sudden yet unsurprising effect it had on my heart that was already beating rapidly with just his mere presence. I try not to be so showy of it though, too embarrassed to even think of how fast I became fond of him.

But it was no wonder. After all, he himself was an interesting one; from the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, and the way he's just him... all and every action hold so much dignity that it just leaves me almost breathless and in awe every single time my eyes finds their way to his figure— and to think that this was just our second meeting? My mother would most probably let out the most shameless giggle as I tell her these thoughts, pushing me and teasing me like a normal person in their teens would. I shake my head to get out of these thoughts, listening to Morax as he tells another wonderful tale, almost making me think that he lived it himself with how he knew it, going over even with the smallest details.

"You know, Morax, you have such a good memory to remember all of those things despite simply hearing about it," I suddenly speak up in the midst of the silence that engulfed us while he tries to think of the next story to tell, "I hope I can stay in them too... in your memories, I mean. I know I am far from being the most interesting person but for some reason, I wish for that."

He pauses, eyes trailing slowly towards me, beyond my knowledge, before he lets out a somber smile. You already are, is another one of him that becomes an afterthought.

I heaved out a sigh before shaking my head again, "Ah! Why do I keep having such lonely thoughts? Forget about that. Please do not mind me, alright? I think I really need to stop being stuck in the mountains."

I pick up my small bag and shuffle inside it, letting out a quiet sound of 'aha!' as a sort of celebration when I successfully got a small book out, "Here."

He blinked his eyes in confusion, wondering what it was I handed to him so I spoke in delight, "You told me you wanted to read at least one of my works so, here. I am warning you though, it is not like the ones that sell best in the bookstores. It might bore you, or weird you out like what others say."

"What others say?"

"They say it's too unrealistic, too impossible... but I believe otherwise. We live in a world where gods and adepti watch over us. What makes my story impossible then?" I ponder, him still being confused.

"What is it about anyway?" He asks, having no idea of what the context my book had.

"It's about an archon who began living as a simple man in Liyue."

Our meetings became more frequent after that and eventually, we got comfortable with even just the presence of each other, having no need for long talks and such, but just peace. Today, like any other day, Morax was just reading the book I gave him, while I was thinking of what my next story would be about. Occasionally, he looks at me with an odd expression that is almost equivalent to astonishment, as if I have done something so great that it made him look at me that way.

"What made you think of this plot?" he asks all of a sudden, not forgetting to put a piece of paper that served as a bookmark on the page where he stopped just in case he accidentally closed it.

I hum, thinking about my answer to his question, "Hmm. Truth to be told, it was just a mere wonder for me. Archons and the adepti, although not entirely immortal, live so much longer than an average human does, watching over us as we go about our daily lives, waiting for sudden wars to break out and then fight the enemies that attack us. Growing up, those were the things that all the people around me told me. So I began to wonder, do they ever get tired? Is it not too taxing to keep on doing that? What if... they just lived with us, among the crowds? Because I think it is too lonely wherever they are. Would it not be better if they were with us, rather than above us, so they could at least have memories to live by?"

Morax does not give a response, or rather, he finds it difficult to find one. Still, it does not stop the affection that spreads within him. He does not say it out loud, but for someone who prefers to be alone, Cheng was full of empathy. And somehow, that did wonders to Morax's heart.

"Now that I think about it, I kind of actually want to address my books to them now," I hum once more, "It would be like a message for them: Do not be too lonely even if we pass. Because of your help, through these stories, we can show you that we lived a good life."

I huff as soon as I finish my sentence, "Although one of those who read it said that was impossible, because according to them, why would archons give up their power to live a life where there is only simplicity?"

Morax let out a sound that made it look as if he got offended himself, "Archons can do that, can they not?"

"I know! That was what I was saying to them. Anyway, I am not forcing them to like what I wrote. It's just a story, after all. It can do no harm," I shrug, beginning to fix my belongings as the sun began to set, "I should go now, Morax. It is still quite a long walk to my home."

"I want to live a good life too," he suddenly tells me, making me halt and turn to him in confusion, "With you. The good life and memories you shall tell in your stories, can I be part of them too?"

The universe does not stop for anyone, nor does time— science will consistently proclaim this fact matter what timeline we shall live in. No matter how much someone begs to the Celestia to grant their wish of controlling, or stopping time, no one will be able to do such things. But somehow, it seems like when it comes to him, everything is possible as I feel my world stop at his words, just like the way it also began when I met him. And as if planets were colliding with each other, I suddenly felt my heart crash upon him and as if out of instinct, I let go of the truth.

"Of course. It would be the greatest thing to have you."

Life was strange in its own way. That is what I have come to realize in this simple life of mine.

Despite the fact that the "me" of the previous year has never even thought about putting my whole being on my sleeve, it is pleasingly odd how right now, I find myself in this kind of situation with the man who swept me right under my feet and claimed my heart as his.

“You're cold," I whisper amidst the silence of the night in my abode, my index tracing the ears of the man who had me sitting right on his lap, the shorter strands of his silky hair tucked behind them. So, so alluring.

He takes hold of my wrist, planting a soft kiss on its side, all while maintaining eye contact as he quietly drawls, "Then I suppose you can keep me warm tonight. Will you?"

As if in a trance, I nod my head, letting him take the lead as he laid me down, back against the soft mattress, him following on top with his arms supporting his build. With arising confidence, I circle my arms around him and pull him down, bringing our lips together, a sigh of relief escaping both of our mouths as if to say, "Finally."

I wonder if he thinks the same way as I do— that this was Celestia in its own way. I felt like I could do anything as long as it was with him. The kiss felt like the power we once suppressed from each other became a supernova that changed our world's course all of a sudden. But despite the tension and heat we both emitted at the moment, there is a warmth that engulfs me the same time he fully wraps his arms around me.

I am here. I will always be here.

No noise disturbs the peace we have created, only the quiet sound of crickets reach our ears but even that fails to distract him from what he's doing. He gently tugs on the sash that keeps my coat tied. Nimble fingers explore the remains of my clothing, loosening all until I am set free from them.

His eyes raked over my body, an expression of awe plastered on his face for so long that it made me somewhat conscious. Because as he unravels his to me, I am enlightened by the fact that my figure is nothing worth comparing to his — not even close. A hint of sweat glints from his skin due to the moonlight, making him look even more ethereal. But who was I to complain?

So instead, I look down, fiddling a little with my fingers as I feel my cheeks heat up. How is it that I only realize now what kind of situation we are currently in? Before I further drown in such shameless thoughts, he lifts my head up by the chin, an amused look on his usually-gentle face, "Are you feeling shy, beloved?"

I meekly nodded, to which he lets out a soft laugh and whispers, "Don't be. You are the epitome of beauty itself. If you don't believe me, allow me to show you nothing but truth tonight, I swear under the moon and all these stars."

He dips down and captures my lips in a kiss once again with more passion, if it was still even possible.

"You are made for me, as I'm made for you," he proclaims as he thrusts inside me after minutes of preparation, soft pants and groans following his statements. I can only whimper in response, pain evident in my tone at first with my hands lightly clawing at his back. I pray to the heavens above that they don't leave awful marks after this.

He halts and utters an apology, thumb caressing the bone of my cheeks while he waits for me to adjust. He scans my face after a few seconds, relief flashing in his eyes when I nod for him to continue.

"I... b..." I try to speak out but the pleasure overwrites any sensical thought that goes through my mind. He slows down a little, looking over my face and smiles, urging me to talk.

"Stay with me, beloved. We still have all night," he tells me, encouraging me to voice what has been on my mind.

"I... I belong to you, always have and always will..." I manage to croak out, voice quite hoarse due to the sounds that I let out previously. Perhaps pleased with what I have proclaimed, he begins going even deeper and at the same moment, I begin falling deeper.

"Yes, yes, you do," he repeats like a mantra, his voice sounding more and more desperate to reach his high. I cry out with him, creating a harmony that even the best bards shall be ashamed.

It was a long night— the longest yet most beautiful night I have ever had in this simple life of mine. And in that moment, as we reach the stars together, I knew right there and then that this man is someone who will be etched in my heart for as long as I live, deep into its roots— for him, it shall beat and it shall love.

You, who are reading this, most probably have had enough of these teeth-rotting praises I kept on writing. But what can I do except to apologize? These words are the only ones that can flow out of my mind and mouth to show how magnificent it was to be loved by him.

Well, nothing significant really changed. He was still the same gentleman I met, if anything, more gentle. Just like in the beginning, he made my heart flutter every chance he gets, no matter how many years have already passed.

We built a dynasty together.

But maybe I should have known that ours were also bound to crumble like the ones that have long existed even way before us.

Days, months and years went on, I realized that he was actually the opposite of me— unlike me who was clearly not parallel with time, he held it right on the palms of his hand. I was not blind, nor was I a fool, I can clearly see how he looks like he has not aged a day, all while I was here, maturing more and more each second that passed by, the amount of signs of me aging increasing significantly.

Morax. Knowledgeable of history as if he lived it himself. Time. All these thoughts eventually congest my mind as realization dawns upon me. He was not merely a man named after the god himself— Morax was him, he was Morax.

"How appalling," I mutter with a hint of sadness and dismay in my tone. I stood in front of the mirror, fingers hovering over my face, wrinkles appearing as I scrunch it. A pair of firm arms snake its way around my lean waist, chin resting on one of my shoulders as he hums his words, "What has got your beautiful mind occupied, my beloved?"

Taking hold of his arms, I turn my body around to face him, a somewhat melancholic smile etched on my face as I look up at his much taller frame, "You are a sight to behold, even to this day." He arches one eyebrow out of amusement and curiosity, wondering why I suddenly started pouring him compliments. After all, my shyness prevents me from consistently doing so. Nonetheless, I continue speaking, "I wish... I could be with you even when everything changes into a whole new world."

I lifted a hand up to cup his cheeks and began rubbing it lovingly, a lone tear finally dropping from my eye as soon as I closed it, "but I cannot, I do not have the ability to do so... I am but a mere mortal, after all."

His eyes widen as he finally discerns my actions and concerns, immediately opening his mouth in hopes of consoling me but I beat him into speaking, "It's alright, Morax. I have been putting the pieces together for a while now. I am in no way angry. I just..." I pause, gulping hard before my lips start to quiver, "... I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. And now... I think about it and I... I do not want to leave you alone again."

My cries eventually start becoming louder, something that is very new to the both of us, seeing as I have always been composed. Love can change a person into a whole new being. I remember a book I have read once and at the moment, I can only agree. Maybe it was the way my heart clenches at the mere thought of him walking alone, or the way I can imagine us taking our last breaths together yet I know that will never happen— but either way, it was painful.

He whispers sweet nothings to my ears, placing light kisses on my temple as he leads us to the bedroom to rest once my tears have finally ceased and I have calmed down. His hold on me gets tighter every time I let out a small hiccup due to crying, almost as if he was telling me that he was feeling the same pain as I was.

Hours pass by as we lay in silence. My tears have long dried up but we remain coped up in each other's arms.

"Would it not be interesting if you bear the name Zhongli?" I ask him in a somewhat croaky voice.

He peers down and tilts his head, "Now where did that thought come from?"

I shrug, or at least try to, and look up at the ceiling as we shift our positions to lay on our back, hands finding one another and intertwining, "Hmm... nowhere. Just a name I wanted to give you in case that you are needing a new one."

"Oh? How come it would be interesting then?"

I look at him with a comforting yet sad smile.

"Because it means it's time to leave, to go somewhere far away... and unfortunately, I will have to leave soon."

He furrowed his eyebrows together, "Do not say that. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to live a hundred years by my side. Besides, I think it sounds lonely. I do not think I would want to get reminded of the fact that you are not here with me."

I hum, "But if you bear the name I gave you, wouldn't it feel like I never went away? That no matter where your feet take you, no matter how far you go, I am and will always be with you, just as I have vowed."

The wooden door leading to my writing room slowly slides open and Morax's head peers in, an adorable smile plastered on his face, "You have been quite busy these days, beloved. I do not wish to disturb you but I am starting to long for your presence."

I let out a shameless giggle, "Alright, alright. Just let me write down a few more words while I still have ideas to input."

He peeks on the parchment paper out of curiosity, taken aback when he finds his name on it, "You are writing about us?"

I nod proudly, "My last piece."

"... But why?"

I smile and approach him, taking his hand and placing my forehead against his after he lowers his head down to my level, "I told you, did I not? I do not wish to leave the person I love with nothing. So that you will not be lonely, my words will be with you. I will be with you, always..."

"... and to tell the gods... to tell you, that I loved every second of my life with you— that it was, indeed, a good life."

"Who are you, young man? Are you my son?" I speak with a very hoarse voice, squinting my eyes at the figure in front of me, as if my poor vision will allow me to do that.

I hear a melancholic yet gentle sigh come from him before he takes my rough hands and looks afar, "Don't mind me. I'm just someone who vowed to be with you for as long as time lets us."

"Oh.... really? That’s quite endearing," I hum, "Well, may I know your name?"

"This… I think I may just have an idea to whom this book is for," Paimon trails off, looking over at the traveler who was in the same trance as her, "Paimon thinks we should let the strange person we saw a while ago give this directly to Zhongli!"

Lumine nods, turning around and starting to run towards the direction they were at previously, recalling the person named Cheng who gave them the novel they just finished reading. They were unique, dressed in layers of robes and it was almost as if they lived in the old times of Liyue. Even the way they talked and moved screamed ancient.

Just as they turned the corner, a woman near the Liuli Pavilion called them over, "Traveler! Here!" As they approach, Lumine cranes her neck to look around the area but to no avail, the strange person was long gone.

"Are you two alright?" the woman asks, much to their confusion, "I saw you talking to literal air awhile ago and I was worried you have eaten something strange."

The pair looks at each other in surprise before Paimon replies, "You didn't see anyone? Like a person dressed in the strangest attire? They dressed really anciently!"

The door of the Liuli Pavilion opens and there goes Zhongli, a calm expression morphing to an awkward one when he realizes he barged into an ongoing conversation. He apologizes for the disturbance and despite the curiosity he had upon overhearing bits of Paimon's statements, he starts his walk back to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. At least not until he hears Paimon call his name, "Zhongli! Wait! A person named Cheng. Do you know them?"

He abruptly stops and turns to the two, eyes wide for a second before it returns to his usual demeanor, "How... how do you know of them?"

"We met them," Paimon says, as if it was the simplest thing to do, "Well, honestly, we don't know because we were apparently speaking to nothing but air! It's so odd!"

He stays still, honestly having no idea of what response he should give them because he himself found it hard to believe.

"Well anyway, they asked us to give you this nov— wait, where is it? It was just in your hands a while ago, Traveler!"

In the midst of the loud chaos made by the two in the middle of Liyue, he thinks he knows what to do and where to go now.

It was the day of the Rite of Parting, an event where he's supposed to be taking part of, even just a part of the audience. But he finds himself hanging around the Wanwen Bookhouse, eyes scanning the shelves until it stops at a familiar name engraved on the cover of a book.

"Oh! Greetings, Mr. Zhongli! I see you took a liking to a very great and romantic novel," Jifang comments as she sees the book in his hands.

He looks at her, "Is it really great?"

She gasps in delight, "Yes, indeed! Almost all of the Liyue folks have enjoyed this story! You can say it is a classic, especially for readers! Cheng definitely outdid themselves with this one! Such a mysterious person yet equally amazing. Imagine? Being able to make such a beautiful love story with Morax? They don’t mention the present name they gave Morax though, such a shame. Maybe it was due to old age, they wrote it until the last moments of their life after all. Anyway, I have to get back to work but enjoy reading that masterpiece!"

He feels his heart swell in pride upon knowing his lover had his wish come true. His nimble fingers carefully open the pages of the book and hours later, as he sat inside the Funeral Parlor after taking the novel home, he finds himself absorbing each and every word Cheng have written, the loneliness sitting idly inside him subsiding little by little.

I found solace in the countless cups of tea you brew whenever I encounter distress with my works, the endless stories you tell with a smile so beautiful that not even the most heavenly scenery can vanquish, but most of them all, the feeling of your hand intertwining with mine, providing me with serenity no one else has ever done before. Under the moonlit night of Liyue, I remember your wistful amber eyes, staring deep into my soul as you proclaim your love and desire for me. How foolish was it of me to think that I could live this life without even experiencing such warmth and intimacy?

It is a banality, really — how I wish to become a well-known writer with unique tales and yet the story I am telling is something so common to folks that they have most probably heard similar ones before. But I guess this is what it means to love and to be loved. Everything is like a cycle that just keeps on being repeated, yet we never get tired of it, of the feelings it brings. So, thank you, Morax. Words will never be sufficient to show how grateful I am to you for showing me a whole new world but I suppose this is still a way for me to give back to you.

With this little book of mine, I hope my heart reaches yours regardless of how many eras may have passed before and after us. So, my beloved, do not be too lonely without me. Even if you find yourself longing for my presence, just open this and my heart shall be with you.

This belongs to you, it always will.

And I do, as well.

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winter days: underneath the tree

☁️a/n☁️ this made my heart very warm to write even though i pulled an all-nighter to get it done because my time-management has gone to shit after finals. requested by @sachirou-senpai​. thank you, ellie, for giving me a reason to bring back my boys. i’ve missed ‘summer on you’ so much. this can be read as a stand-alone or as a spin off of ending b, my fave. either way, merry christmas to my babes who celebrate! i have one more christmas fic for tmr and then i’m hiding away to plan + write an smau.

includes: female!reader, poly!seijoh four, post-timeskip (very minor manga spoilers), lots of domesticity, a little suggestive bit, a lot of eating and sleeping now that i realize, a christmas tree, matching pajamas, a very special christmas gift, makki slapping your ass once, a lil teary moment w tooru, homemade curry + pancakes (but not together), lots of cuddling, lots of love, happy holidays, 4.35k words

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shivering slightly, you unlock the door to the rather spacious apartment you shared with your four boyfriends later into the evening than you would’ve liked. 

yes, four boyfriends. whom you love very much and are loved by in return.

living with four towering hunks has it’s ups and downs, but you wouldn’t trade tooru’s extensive skin care regiment sprawled across the bathroom counter; hajime’s bag of protein powder that he always forgets to put away; issei’s boots that you always tripped over when you came through the front door; or takahiro’s costco-sized box of cream puffs in the freezer that he insisted he would finish by the end of the month, almost half a year ago, for the world.

you made sure to stomp off the snow stuck on your boots before entering the building, but you couldn’t help but sigh at the warmth that greets you once you toe them off.

“ahhh,” you think. “thank goodness tooru convinced us to invest in heated floors.” another perk of having four boyfriends was that two of them brought in enough bank for you to seriously consider becoming their cute little housewife. snorting, you shake your head, though the idea of prancing around in a maid outfit to tease them seemed very appealing. “maybe we should make hiro dress up and clean the house since he still hasn’t found a new job yet.” 

“what’s so funny, sweets?” speak of the devil. makki’s head pops out from the bathroom nearest to the front door, steam rolling out and droplets falling from his hair, signifying that he had just taken a hot shower. wordlessly, you stare at him, lost in thought imagining the water caressing his toned body, but a second later, he gets a better look at you and laughs. “you look like a wet dog!” your glare loses some of its edge when he takes in your own damp strands. 

“did someone say something about a dog?” tooru comes bounding round the corner, and you could’ve sworn he drooped a little when he realized it was just you in the hallway sans dog. turning your icy glance on the setter, you open your mouth to complain about how mean the two of them were being to you when your prince charming comes in to save the day.

“you two, stop bullying the poor girl and let her take a warm bath before she gets sick!” iwa chides as he helps you unbundle the layers that protected you from the snow and sharp winds of the winter. pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and promising to pick out comfy clothes for you, he ushers you into your spacious en suite where a steaming tub full of rose petals awaits you. hajime chuckles at the starry eyes you give him, heart warming at the love and appreciation shining clear as day on your face, before he leaves to grab a clean pair of underwear, one of issei’s t-shirts, and a pair of his own sweats, knowing you much prefer to wear their clothes at home.

submerged in the bath, you exhale contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut as you enjoy the product of iwa’s consideration and foresight. letting the stress of work and the chill of the outdoors melt from you, you stay in the water until it cools and your fingers prune. a lone thought of how much more you would’ve enjoyed the bath if the boys had joined you flits through your mind, but you jolt when you open your eyes and find issei sitting on the counter with a towel and your robe in his lap, some of the water sloshing over the side of the tub. 

“oh thank god, i was scared you fell asleep and would drown or choke on a rose petal.” you giggle while he wraps you up in your robe before gently toweling your hair dry. “you can’t leave me to deal with the three of them alone.” 

rolling your eyes, you retort easily, “if anything, i’d feel bad about leaving hajime to deal with the three of you alone. the poor man puts up with enough from his team, he doesn’t need you guys ganging up on him, too.”

“well i’ll have you know, sometimes he really enjoys us ganging up on him.” his cheeky quip paired with his wiggling eyebrows earns him a smack on the chest but regardless, you let him sweep you up into his arms and drop you on the massive bed the five of you shared. “get dressed, babygirl. as much as i’d love to spend more time with you naked, i gotta help haji finish dinner.” with a quick peck on your lips, issei leaves you to do just as he said. 

emerging revitalized and relaxed, your mouth waters at the smell of homemade curry, distracted enough to not notice tooru’s arms wrapping around your shoulders and waist. 

“hey, cutie, i’ve missed you,” he sings, face snuggled into the junction of your shoulder and neck. you spin around in his hold to slip your arms around his slim torso, relishing his firm lines against your soft curves. 

“‘ve missed you too, tooru.” and you really did, grateful that all of you were able to take time off work and he was able to come home a week before the holidays, giving the five of you a whole month to spend together before he had to jet back to argentina for his next bout of training and practice games.

“hell yea! group hug!” makki comes running towards you guys, only for you to twist out of his reach at the last second, sending him straight into the sofa behind you. “oof, that was cold, y/n.”

you stick your tongue out at the strawberry boy. “yea, well that’s what you get for laughing at me when i got home. sucker.” still entangled in tooru’s embrace, you feel his body shake with mirth and bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from dissolving into giggles when you see a pout take over hiro’s pretty face.

“dinner’s ready,” comes iwa’s call, beckoning the three of you into the kitchen before you could antagonize each other some more. once you all got your servings of curry, you settle into your proclaimed seats on the large sofa, your body comically small compared to their tall frames dwarfing the cushions. noting the way tooru threw his long legs over iwa’s and how mattsun and makki leaned against each other as they ate, you fold your legs to tuck your feet under takahiro’s thigh and dig in to your meal with some trashy reality show lighting up the tv screen, completely certain that the warmth in your chest was from the company of your loved ones more so than the piping hot potatoes in your stomach.

during breakfast the next day, you blearily rub the sleep out of your eyes before taking a sip of your coffee, a satisfied “ahhh” escaping your parted lips as you lean against the kitchen counter. slowly peeling your eyelids open, you notice all of their gazes were focused on you. “yes? can i help you?” you ask amusedly, awake now that caffeine had be introduced to your tired body.

“how are you still so gorgeous in the morning?” you blink at the dreamy look on iwa’s face propped up in his hands with his elbows on the surface of the island. looking around, you see the other three matching the athletic trainer’s pose and expression next to him. thinking over your messy bedhead, mysteriously stained pajamas, and almost impressively dark eyebags, you want to scoff, but the unfairly handsome men giving you their undivided attention despite all of that (“because of all of that, y/n-chan,” tooru would argue) make you blush instead.

“you’re one to talk, haji,” you opt to remark, hoping to divert their focus from you and your rosy cheeks. “and don’t look at me like that,” your pointed finger swinging wildly between the four of them like the needle of a compass. “you already know you guys are way outta my league, you don’t need me to tell you that.” with one last flourish, you wave your hand dismissively before grabbing your mug with both hands, palms warming against the ceramic.

“as wrong as you are, you can’t blame us for wanting to hear the love of our lives compliment us first thing in the morning as we admire her natural beauty,” mattsun grins once he sees the success his words have at deepening the flush on your face. tooru nods gravely in agreement, but it’s makki’s one-two combo of a wink and an air kiss that breaks you. you roll your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh but release it immediately when the playful atmosphere takes a heady turn. clearing your throat, you pay no heed to their hungry expressions, knowing full well that they all noticed your little action and how they would react to it.

“a-anyways,” you stutter, “i’m gonna go get ready ‘cause i have things to do today so-” you try to slip by, leaving your empty cup in the sink, only to get caught in your tracks by hiro’s long arms. 

“ah, ah, ah, princess. and where do you think you’re going?” soon enough, you find yourself surrounded by your smoking hot boyfriends and heat up in anticipation of their next moves. 

“this so isn’t fair,” you complain aloud, though you were just as eager as they were to get you out of your worn sleep clothes. 

“tough shit, babygirl. guess you’re just gonna have to add four more things to your to-do list, huh?” 

naturally, you leave your errands for some day later in the week when you’re able to walk properly again.

the opportunity comes when you rise earlier than the rest of them, a rare occasion where you found yourself graced with the freedom of sleeping on the outside instead of being sandwiched in the middle of the bed. tiptoeing about, you brush your teeth and get dressed, somehow managing to not wake any of the sleeping beauties. you scribble little love-filled messages on post-it notes and stick them around your apartment on your way out, but not without one last soft smile in the direction of the bedroom, the sight of the four of them cuddled together through the door left ajar renewing your motivation to accomplish your tasks and come home sooner. 

with your laptop bag in tow, you set out for your first destination, settling into a corner booth at the coffee shop with a full cup and a pastry. once you finish your breakfast, you pull out your laptop and get to work, scouring the internet for the perfect gifts for your lovably imperfect partners. you rack your brain for any recollection of any moment where they would’ve let a potential present slip into conversation and light up when you come across volleyball print pajama pants. you check the availability of the sizes you needed and upon realizing that they were all in stock and would be delivered before christmas, you place your order without a moment’s hesitation. satisfied with your progress, you pull up the animal shelter’s hours before heading out of the cafe, the barista’s greetings and the jingling bells echoing behind you. 

by the time you return home, it’s late in the afternoon and you’re greeted by a wall of warm bodies as soon as you step through the front door. 

“where’ve you been, babe?” once again, takahiro is the first to meet your return, but this time he plants a sweet kiss on your lips with his long fingers encircling your waist after his inquiry. 

“oh, you know,” you sigh, dazed from the saccharine embrace. “out and about.”

“busy day? hope it was productive.” you nuzzle into tooru’s chest, feeling the timbre of his voice through your skin, and nod.

“as a matter of fact, it was.” their eyes soften at the proud grin stretched across your face. but your grumbling stomach just had to ruin the moment, making the three of you stare at each other before bursting out in chuckles.

“you skipped lunch?” oiks asks, wrapping each arm around yours and hiro’s waists and guiding you into the kitchen. you rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

“i guess so? i didn’t really notice i was hungry until now.”

“good thing we saved your favorite from that chinese place down the street for you,” mattsun comes up behind you and lands a kiss on the crown of your head. you beam gratefully up at him and skip over to the fridge to retrieve the takeout.

“welcome home, love,” iwaizumi emerges from the bathroom to complete the set and gives you a once over. “you look tired.”

“gee thanks, hajime.” he rolls his eyes playfully at you while you wait for your food to heat up in the microwave.

“what time did you get up this morning?” 

“uhhh,” you start, mouth full. at iwa’s stern glare, you swallow before answering, “seven-ish? earlier than i would’ve like for a vacation day but it was worth it.”

“hm, well i’m glad you had a good day at least.” you shuffle over to kiss his cheek before dropping yourself on top of where tooru and hiro were cuddling on the sofa, eyes drifting around the room to take in the holiday decorations adorning the space.

“thanks, haji. but you’re right, i am sleepy.” suppressing a yawn, you lean back against the broad chests behind you and tuck back into the paper container. “can we take a nap once i’m done?”

“sure thing, babygirl.” the innocent smile mattsun sends your way turns mischievous with his added comment. “we really tuckered ourselves out while you were gone.” you nearly choke but makki’s hand thumping your back helps you dislodge whatever food got caught in your throat. iwa shakes his head and looks to the side in an attempt to hide his face, but the reddening tips of his ears give him away. meanwhile, oikawa catches your eye and winks.

“how else did you suppose we keep ourselves occupied when our baby wasn’t home?” you get up to toss your now empty container, shaking your head as you go. 

“i’m glad to see you at least got the christmas tree up before going at it. god, you’re all insatiable.”

“i mean, it’s hard not to be in this relationship,” hajime grumbles.

“aww, iwa,” makki pushes his lips into an overexaggerated pout. “you make me hard, too.” full-bellied chortles escape the four of you, ignoring iwaizumi’s indignant huffs.

“whatever,” comes his miffed reply, but you know he takes all your antics in stride. soon enough, he returns to the living room with a stack of blankets and finds you and issei added to the pile of limbs tooru and hiro founded. somehow, hajime situates himself to fit perfectly in your cuddle fest, blankets sprawled about to keep you warm.

one last yawn leaves your mouth before you mutter a sleepy, “night, guys. love you,” barely registering the quiet “love you”s you get in return as you drift off, the lights adorning your christmas tree twinkling above you.

christmas day, you wake up before the others again, this time more than willing to feign sleep and revel in the warmth of your shared bed. luckily, you don’t have to wait long for your boys to stir. sitting up, you stretch your arms above you head and begin to climb out of bed only to be caught by the wrist and dragged back down.

“haji, please,” you draw out. “we can finally open the presents under the tree!”

“i don’t care, it’s too early for you to leave me, princess.” you hum as he pulls you closer to him, revisiting your mental note that iwa is much more openly (and selfishly) affectionate in the mornings. 

“oi, the rest of us are still here you know.” face buried against tooru’s back, mattsun’s muffled complaint gets hajime to loosen his hold on you. 

“yea, yea,” he props himself up on his elbow to lean over you and kisses the former middle blocker’s temple. “unfortunately.”

“so mean, iwa-chan,” oikawa pipes up, stretching his arm across you to caress your boyfriend’s toned arm before lacing his fingers with makki’s. the pink haired man himself, still half-asleep, squeezes tooru’s hand before sitting up.

“hey, wait. it’s christmas, isn’t it?” takahiro’s question reminds you of the package you received a couple days prior, prompting you to spring out of bed before one of them could reel you back in. the four watch you rifle through the closet and resurface with the pajama pants you ordered.

“merry christmas!” you cry excitedly, tossing each boy their respective pair and eagerly awaiting their reactions. “they’re matching pj’s! look, i got one for myself, too.” thankful that you chose to go to bed in just one of iwa’s godzilla t-shirts and underwear last night, you rush to slip on your volleyball print pants. the boys take in your childlike joy, chests tightening at how precious you are. “hurry up, i want you to try them on so we can match!” at your insistence, they roll out of bed and dutifully don your gifts. 

“oh these are actually really soft,” tooru murmurs thoughtfully, fingering the fabric on his thigh.

“right?” you pipe up, nearly bouncing off the walls. “i wanted to do something to commemorate our first christmas together in this apartment and i thought these were really cute since volleyball is what brought us together in the first place.” eyes meet each other as you all reminisce that special summer, grateful that you stayed close despite your individual journeys after graduation.

suddenly, the doorbell ringing catches your attention. a brief glance at the clock on the bedside table tells you it’s much later in the morning than you though, but you’re quick to answer the door.

“who could that be?” the boys are left wondering, wandering out into the living room in time to see you wave goodbye to whoever it was with a large gift-wrapped box sitting on the floor next to you. 

“babe? who was it?” tooru is the first to ask the question on all of their minds. 

“oh, just my best friend. they wanted to drop this off on their way to their parents’ house.” you gingerly pick up the box and bring it to where your boys were waiting for you. “go ahead!”

“go ahead?” hajime parrots. 

“yea! open it!”

“it’s not for you?” takahiro ponders.

“well yes and no. c’mon just open it already!” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet at this point. tooru finally takes the initiative to remove the lid of the box, eyes widening when he sees what it hid.

“oh my gosh,” he breathes. the other three nearly knock heads with how quickly they lean over the opening.

“is that-?” a furry little head pops up over the edge of the box, round eyes peering up at the four of them.

“a dog! yes!” you squeal. “he’s a shelter dog!”

“he is?” hiro is in awe, slowly reaching out to cradle the little guy in his arms.

“i met him the other day when i woke up early and ran errands without you guys. isn’t he just the cutest?” big hands dwarf the small pooch as they gently pet his head and stroke his fur.

“does he have a name?” tooru has the good sense to ask. 

“mhm, the lady at the shelter said his previous owner named him ponyo.”

“ponyo…” issei whispered, eyes shining. 

“i know we’re nowhere near ready to start thinking about kids,” you start, the topic of the conversation instantly drawing their attention. tooru even ignored ponyo’s little tongue lapping at his fingers. “but i thought we could use an addition to our family.” 

“y/n, princess, we obviously all love him already, but we’re busy with work- well, most of us are. who’s gonna take care of him?” hajime questions, almost reluctantly.

“i mean, hiro is home all the time since he’s still unemployed (“i said i was looking, damn!”), but i actually got promoted so my schedule is way more flexible and i can work from home most of the time.” your voice trails off bashfully, but they give you no time to be embarrassed, swallowing you up in a huge hug. 

“why didn’t you say anything sooner, baby? we’re so proud of you!” now you know how the dog felt being smothered by their affection, not that it was anything new for you.

“uhh, surprise?”

“fuck yea, surprise! god, you’re incredible. lemme make a list of things we’ll need to get for ponyo once the stores reopen tomorrow.”

“actually…”

“you didn’t.”

“i did, with help from my best friend.” going into the lowest cupboards in the kitchen, you show off the bag of dog food and water and food bowls you bought soon after visiting the shelter. “his bed and crate are in the other closet by the washroom.”

“how did we get so lucky?” takahiro asks aloud, making you blush as the others nod in sync, all of them blown away by your thoughtfulness.

“this is nothing. i just wanted to show you guys how much i love you.” you play with your fingers, a little overwhelmed now that the initial excitement has worn off. “oh wait!”

“there’s more?” tooru asks, shocked.

“but wait, there’s more!” mattsun and makki chime in simultaneously, making you laugh as you retrieve the last present. you hop over to where tooru was sitting on the sofa with ponyo on his lap, scooping the dog up and locking the two of you in the bathroom. a couple minutes later, you open the door to let ponyo scurry over to his dads, who coo softly once they see him come around the sofa.

“when did you have time to do this?”

“my pants were a little long, so i hemmed them one night after you guys passed out on the sofa watching your old volleyball matches. i kinda guessed ponyo’s measurements based on standard info i found on the internet, but it fits perfectly so i’m glad!” looking at the little sweater you made for your new family member out of the extra fabric from your pj pants, you couldn’t stop the pleased grin that broke out on your face. “now even ponyo matches with us!”

while your gaze was trained on the tiny dog that was exploring his new home, theirs were stuck on you, your resemblance with a proud mother struck something in them, giving them thoughts of you with their children. yes, children. but for now they shoved those images to the backs of their minds, meeting each other’s stares to confirm they were all in silent agreement.

“we’re gonna make breakfast, you just sit there ‘n look pretty while you watch ponyo, yea?” issei announces before pulling you into a searing kiss as he walks by. 

“not that that’s hard for you,” iwa tags on, kissing your cheek and ruffling your hair following mattsun into the kitchen.

“but i’m always hard for you.” you yelp when hiro playfully slaps your ass, flipping him off as he trails after the other two with a loud hoot. tooru comes up behind you and rubs your sore cheek, spinning you around so that you were face to face.

“why’d you do this to me, y/n-chan?” you meet his frown with a confused look of your own. “now it’s gonna be even harder for me to go back to argentina.”

“oh, tooru,” you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to bring him close. “you have the next few weeks to spend with us and our new baby.” as if he knew you were talking about him, ponyo pads over to sit by your feet, tail wagging. oikawa sighs melodramatically.

“a few weeks is nothing compared to the months i’ll be gone!” 

“oi, shittykawa, you better not be complaining after everything this morning,” hajime hollers from the kitchen.

“love you, too, iwa-chan!” tooru calls back instinctively then he looks back down at you, his eyes giving away how much leaving will hurt him and it nearly makes you tear up with him.

“tooru, baby, it sucks every time you leave us, but you’re following your dreams and doing what you love. and we want to support you all the way, even if it means doing so from across the world. but with my new work schedule, i’ll be able to call or text you pretty much whenever. and just think how much sweeter it’ll be the next time you do come home to us. so don’t be too sad, okay, my love? we’ll all be here waiting for you.” 

as the last words leave your lips, tooru has you pulled flush against him, arms wrapped tight around your body. his face was hidden, but you could feel the sobs in hot breaths against your shoulder. you guided him over to the sofa and let him cry, petting his hair and peppering kisses on his tear-streaked face until he tired himself out. 

issei, hajime, and takahiro come out of the kitchen with stacks of pancakes and all the fixings, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you once they see tooru snoozing in your lap. iwa picks ponyo up before he could get a bite of your breakfast while you gently shake your boyfriend awake. mattsun and makki set up ponyo’s crate and bedding, leaving him with a toy to keep him occupied while the five of you filled up your plates.

sitting in the living room of the apartment you shared with your four boyfriends on christmas day, stuffing your face with fruit and whipped cream topped pancakes that they made, in matching pajamas with your new rescue dog scampering about, you couldn’t ask for a better gift underneath the tree.

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#skye writes fluff #seijoh four #seijoh third years #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu poly #haikyuu post time skip #skye writes a series #summer on you: the series

[costellos]

k. so you know that post you made with la squadra realizing theyre hopelessly in love. can i get uhhhhh that with itadori, fushiguro, gojou, and nanami maybe 👉👈

a/n: you sure can! and congrats on being the first to suggest JJK content, I’m honored to write u some of that #goodstuff. also, like the last post, you and your partner are already in a relationship here.

tw: none.

disclaimer: I'm anime-only, so apologies if my interpretations aren’t accurate to the characters!

❥ ┋ ❝ gojo, nanami, itadori, & fushiguro realizing that they’re hopelessly in love!

gojo satoru.

Gojo realizes that he’s hopelessly in love when he finds that sensitive spot on your side.

it was honestly an accident. he was trying to demonstrate the proper hand motions for a specific cursed technique. don’t flare out your elbows, tuck them in. you’ll damage your shoulders otherwise. open up your fists, palms out... but in trying to readjust your elbows, he reached a little too far and pushed a little too hard on that sensitive spot in your ribcage.

the squeak you made in response was adorable. well, hilarious first and foremost, but cute nonetheless. you can’t see his eyes. but that sly grin and furrowed brow tells you everything you need to know: he’s delighted he found such a peculiar quirk.

now whenever he approaches you from behind, he pokes your side. it’s become his way of greeting you. that squeak and your clutching your sides always makes for his grand entrance. he knows you hate it. but he also knows that you’re not going to do anything to stop him.

and he doesn’t mean any harm. he would stop if you asked. it’s just that your reaction shows so much about you. how you click your tongue and scrunch your nose at him. how you always tell him that you’re going to get back at him. it’s so you, wrapped up so nicely in such a small act. he’s not poking you because he thinks it’s hilarious; he’s doing it because he loves that you respond the same way, every time. ↳ “oops, my hand slipped! ...you know, you look really cute when you’re pouting.”

nanami kento.

Nanami realizes that he’s hopelessly in love while watching you interact with the students.

he overhears you show Kugisaki a more effective way of fighting. your student is already incredibly strong, but most of that strength comes from her upper body. by keeping her back straight and her knees bent (“don’t let them slide past your toes!” you tell her), she can place all her power in her quads, launching herself toward cursed spirits with terrifying speed.

she’s saying that the position feels awkward. you laugh in response, nodding and telling her that it takes some time to get used to. yet she’ll get the hang of it eventually, and you’ll be there to guide her every step of the way. she can trust you on that.

he says that he can separate professionalism and sentimentality. he also says that you’re too soft with the students. but hearing you believe so vehemently in these kids, assuring them that they can always rely on you... well. if you could see him, he’d sigh in response.

in truth, he’s envious that you can show so much of yourself to these kids. he’s so tired. working as a salaryman has wasted so many years of his life. being a jujutsu sorcerer hasn’t done him many favors, either. you’ve had your own share of stress. he doesn’t know how you can still show so much kindness to the world — day after day — despite that. but it’s a big part of why he loves you. ↳ “make sure you’re getting your rest. you can’t function properly if you keep pushing yourself.”

itadori yuji.

Itadori realizes that he’s hopelessly in love while watching a b-list movie with you.

you watch a movie with Itadori every Thursday night. take a break from the world for a moment; get out and live life as a normal human being. it helps that the movie theater closest to the school always shows new releases for 500 yen. it’s honestly a steal with inflation worsening by the day, and it gives you a good excuse to get off campus. because this has become a weekly habit, however, there’s only one, new movie waiting for you both: Mega Shark Versus Mecha Shark. aka, some shitty, American b-list film.

he doesn’t even have to ask. you know. this is it, this is going to be the pick of a lifetime. and boy, does Mega Shark Versus Mecha Shark not disappoint. 

the thing is though, Itadori isn’t even paying attention to the movie. he’s watching you from his peripheral. watching as you laugh at this stupid movie, ooooo’ing at the awful special affects. you squeeze his hand whenever things get particularly ridiculous, and he blushes every time.

no one else will sit down and watch these dumb movies with him. it’s just a waste of time, they tell him. but it’s not a waste of time if you’re having fun, right? who cares if the plot and CGI are some of the worst on the market. that’s what the experience is all about. and judging by your wide smile, cheeks sore from laughing all the way through the movie, you’re the only person who gets that. hell, who gets him.  ↳ “[Name]! the prequels are on Netflix! wanna check ‘em out when we get back?”

fushiguro megumi.

Fushiguro realizes that he’s hopelessly in love when he sees you reach for him in your sleep.

students aren’t allowed to have sleepovers in their dorms. that doesn’t mean that the staff is very good at enforcing it, though. you spend a lot of nights in Fushiguro’s room, sometimes to hang out, sometimes to cram for finals. it started as an accident, with your falling asleep after pulling an all-nighter for a test earlier that morning. Fushiguro didn’t seem to mind. so you took it as your green light.

he’s getting up to use the bathroom when he sees you do it. although you’re still asleep, your hand swishes across the sheets as if you were looking for something. you huff and mumble something he can’t understand. which is.... odd. but what if... he places his hand on top of yours? 

the moment he does, your scowl turns upwards. you readjust your own hand to lace your fingers with his. that’s when it hits him: him. you were looking for him. and suddenly, his face feels unbearably hot.

he’s not used to anyone caring that much about him. sure, Gojo cares about him as a student and Itadori as a friend, but you? that moment solidifies that you see him as your other half. a confidant, the friend you look for even when you’re asleep. all facts that make his heart as warm as his face that night. ↳ “I’ll be back soon. just... be patient.”

#Anonymous #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #itadori yuji #nanami kento #fushiguro megumi #headcanons #long post #fun fact #Mega Shark Versus Mecha Shark is a real movie #it might still be on Netflix #if ur in the mood for some aquatic fun this tender Thursday evening

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

BTS looks exhausted. Their company is doing everything possible to exploit they as much as possible even if it costs their mental and physical health, although I understand that they put aside their studies and the possibility of having a good job and it has been an effort of years I think the best thing would have been not to renew contract. They need a real break from all this, no social media for fans (coincidentally they made an account on instagram when they were going on 'vacation').

BTS are not doing more in terms of their work compared to the past. I would rather say that the type of work they do now, at least in the last year does look a bit different. They haven't released an album since BE, they stopped filming Run, they had a 2 month vacation, they have concerts, with some significant breaks between the dates. I'm not saying the schedule of a group like them can't affect their physical and mental health, but they're also young and healthy, at least physically and what we can tell from an outside perspective. I don't think we're really in a position to talk about their mental health, unless they disclose some things about what they're going through. They've talked about how the pandemic affected them and how they've tried to find ways in which to make their peace with it. Of course they can have other issues, but I really don't see how we could really know and understand what is happening in their life, especially concerning that aspect of their mental health.

You talk about putting aside their studies and the possibility of having a good job. Well, let's see. Apart from Jin, all of them went to a cyber university. It may not be as prestigious as other types of universities and they certainly don't talk about that part of their lives, so in this case we can have personal opinions on it and certainly not a fair judgment. I can easily say that I don't think studies have been an important part of their lives and they only enrolled because that's the thing to do so they could have a degree, as I don't see them pull all nighters for their exams, but that's just my opinion. I could be wrong, but since we don't know anything about that part of their lives, we can't be sure of anything. I do want to make something clear though. I'm not judging them for the possibility of basically not giving an actual shit about their education, especially given the amount of time they spend working. No one has to be some amazing scholar, no matter their career choice or livelihood. And about giving up the possibility of having a good job, well I think they're quite satisfied with their idol career which can have a lot of perks. Remember anon, that people having an office job, working more than 8h a day and given the SK working culture, they too can have difficulties when it comes to their mental and physical health. We all can.

Lastly, I don't think we're in a place in which we can say that they shouldn't have renewed their contract. Remember that we don't know how that contract looks like. Perhaps at that time it seemed like the best solution and they are still content with their decision. Or maybe not. The point is, we don't have enough information at our disposal in order to draw certain conclusions.

#bmt asks #bts