#If only because all those sound effects would annoy me into getting out of bed faster...

[pianokantzart]

I don't know why Nintendo is bothering with Alarmo when they already peaked with this:

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

Rindou x Reader

wc: 1200

angst, fluff

not edited

Rindou loves you. You know he does, but he has this annoying habit of not listening to you sometimes. Especially when it comes to recommendations. You recommend him food? Yeah, he'll try it. spoiler alert: he forgets. what about a movie you watched the other day and liked so much that you told him to watch it immediately? "Yeah, when I have time I will" is his answer. However, he'll only watch it if someone else recommends it too not even remembering you mentioning anything about it. And then he has the nerve to tell you all about it while you listen to him unimpressed. Sometimes it makes you feel like your opinion matters very little to him but you've never told him this. Part of you doesn't want to seem like an insecure girlfriend while the other part thinks there is no deep meaning to this.

This war in your mind ended when you entered your bedroom after having a bad day and saw Rindou sitting on the bed leaning his back on the headboard and "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" in his hands. You remember telling him how you cried reading it. However, you're surprised he's reading what you recommended. sensing your presence Rindou removed his glasses and looked at you.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted" you sit beside him "Do you like it?" you ask indicating the book.

He shrugs

"I've only read 20 pages yet. But Kakucho said it's really good"

You roll your eyes. thinking that you should've seen this coming you mumble "Of course he did" which wasn't as quiet as you expected because Rindou turned to you with a confused hum. You just shake your head as in "nothing" and try to get up but Rindou grips your arm and makes you sit back down. You sigh not having enough energy to deal with this.

"What is it?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Should I be?"

He closed the book setting it aside as he turned to me with narrowed his eyes as if sensing the trap.

"I... don't know. What did I do?"

"It's nothing Rindou, let me go"

Your words had the opposite effect as his grip tightened.

"That's not my name" His voice got low

"Uh it actually is"

"Not for you. Did I fuck up that badly?"

Now that you think about it no he didn't. It's probably you who's overreacting and creating a problem over nothing. You sound ridiculous even to you and you hate yourself.

"It's really nothing. I've just had a bad day so... I just wanna sleep"

After a moment of hesitation, Rindou let you go, his eyes following as you got changed and got in bed turning your back to him. As you lay in bed your overthinking got worse. The fact that he doesn't know what he's doing affects you this badly means that he's not doing it on purpose. But that's even worse. Does that mean that he doesn't even value your opinion enough to think about how neglecting it would affect you? Maybe he thinks you don't care about it so he doesn't too. Or maybe he just forgets. This also means he doesn't care. Every version you think about leads to you thinking he doesn't care and that feels really shitty.

On the other hand, Rindou was watching you lying silently with your back to him and he knew then he definitely did something wrong. You get in bed and do not snuggle up to him planting your head in his neck? Yes, something is terribly wrong.

"C'mon love, tell me what's wrong" he snaked his arm around your waist, and turns out this is all it took for your tears to run free. You bite your lip to stop it from trembling feeling so stupid for crying over something so trivial.

"And don't you dare to say it's nothing bec- are you crying?"

Rindou could swear he heard his heart crash. He turned you around to face him. tucking your hair behind your ear he quickly wiped your tears.

"Hey, don't cry, i- I'm sorry okay? Whatever I did, I didn't mean it just don't cry"

Even though he thought, and has told you this plenty of times, that you looked pretty when you cried, he hated when you cried. Even more, when he was the reason behind those tears.

"Talk to me please?"

Looking anywhere but at him, you opened your mouth to speak.

"It's really stupid"

"So stupid that you're crying over it? I don't care, tell me."

You don't want to.

"It's just... sometimes you don't listen to me"

Rindou was confused. You sound so crazy to him right now. He doesn't listen to you? You have him wrapped around your finger. Your word is a fucking law to him and you have the nerve to say that he doesn't listen to you? He only listens to you.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything I suggest you just forget until someone else suggests the same thing. Like-" You sniffle between speech "Like this book. You're reading it because Kakucho told you, but I told you to read it weeks ago"

The more you talk the more you want to shut up. Dreading seeing Rindou's expression you focus on your hands.

"It feels like you don't care about my opinion. It's so stupid I know..."

"I don- What?" Rindou couldn't help but exclaim. His mind processing thousands of thoughts right now. You think he doesn't care? How long have you been feeling like this? And you didn't tell him? Is there anything else you're not telling him because it's so "stupid"? "Listen, love, I'm so sorry, I didn't know- Of course, I care, Who do you think I listen to if not you? Ran? Fucker used to think Julius Caeser was named after the salad."

That made you chuckle and it was like a rainbow after the storm for Rindou. A sound he never wants to stop hearing. smiling at you he continued.

"I do listen to you okay? I remember every little detail you tell me. Starting with the shows you watch to the drama going on at your work. By the way, Rika got what she deserved, she was being the bitch first."

"That's what I'm saying" You exclaim and Rindou was so happy he could see you smiling again.

"I don't want you to doubt your value in my life okay? You're the best thing ever happened to me and I'd be a dumbass if I didn't appreciate you. And don't ever try to hide things from me again. No matter how stupid you think it is. Nothing is stupid to me when it comes to you. So no more tears, alright?"

You nod scooting closer.

"alright"

Rindou wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

"By the way, I started reading this book because you suggested it. Kakuchou saw it in my car when I bought it and told me it was good"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Sleep now"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight, love"

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got the idea from modern family's one episode

might delete this one too later, not sure. just felt like sharing

[nor-4]

Taking care of Sick Geto

Geto Suguru x Reader

"Geto let go I'm gonna pee" You said as you tried shaking geto off, it's been around 8 hours ever since both of you found out that geto is sick.

After that it's like you are trapped in a cage since geto wanted to hug you all day. "Nooo.. Can you hold it for a minute?" he murmured in your chest as he held you waist a bit tighter which makes you wanna take a pee more.

"I'm sweating bullets, it's already hot and you decided to hug me.." You tried reasoning as you try to shake of from his arms, "Not my fault you looks so huggable" He said as he readjusted his arms almost hitting the bowl from the night table that is filled with soup from earlier morning that you made so the medicine will be more effective for him.

Once geto re adjusted you took the advantage to get up from the bed which made the bed rise a little.

You and getou's shared house is not too fancy like those houses you find on pinterest, but sure is cozy and warm that makes you feel really welcome. A type of house that you will be comfortable to have a sleep over with, pantries filled with foods and snacks that geto sure will be nagging about when both of you are out for grocery, those neat looking kitchen that those Asian moms would love.

The living room that kids love because of those consoles and games that geto own, it's a safe place for both of you when all you just wanted was to hug each other while watching.

"I think I'm gonna die.." Geto said looking at you as he was sitting on the floor on the door of the bathroom like a kid as you do your business on the bathroom, "You're not don't worry." You said as you are scrolling through your phone.

"what's taking you so long? Are you shitting?" he nagged you again while giggling, his voice is a bit deeper, more raspy and airy than his normal voice. You always tease him about that because you said that he sound like a kid Justin bieber.

"Maybe you wouldn't know." You shrugged as you wash your self up and flushed the toilet really quick so geto wouldn't even try to take a peak, "Ewww it stinks" Geto acted as he pinch his nose as you walk by.

"Stop acting, you won't act like that later on when you couldn't breath on your other nostril." You said as you headed down stairs to make both of you a meal, this will be the third time that both of you eat. It's very rare for both of you to eat more than three time a day, you guys only did this when either both of you are sick.

Geto followed you like a lost kid as he walk lazily around the house, "I'm not feeling vegetables right now" he complained as he sat down near the stove so he will still be near you.

"Then don't eat, might as well make your cold worse." You stated as you started chopping the vegetables as geto sang lazily to the song you played, it's a habit of you to play music while cooking. Geto remembers the time when he wasn't sick he would dance around just to annoy you or just to enjoy the time with you.

You remembered the time where geto memorized the whole choreo of water by tyla just for you to watch him dance the whole song.

Your mind didn't have the capacity of a phone nor the smartest person on earth. But you remember every detail of it, you remember how much he made you so happy, how much effort he did just to make you laugh after a very busy and stressful week.

"God you're so beautiful.." Geto whispered as you looked at him seeing him looking at you with agape mouth, "I think I should marry you for the 100 times... Noo it's not enough, I should marry you on every chance I get. You know if you are sick, like really sick that there is no other cure than for me to die. I would rather die happy that I get to be loved by you."

Geto said this the time you said yes to him being your beloved of your life forever. He still remembers every detail even the tone he had while saying this, he always have a deja vu everytime he says this it was a good deja ju. A euphoria of the time where he vowed to never make you feel unwanted, unloved or anything that will make you sad. The time he vowed to love you in every aspect of your life, the time he said gratefully that he will love you even as a worm.

"You're being-" you are about to talk but geto keeps shushing you, "Oh girl now let's not ruin the moment." he sassed as you giggled while handling him the plate.

"I'd rather eat dick than eat vegetables all day.." Geto said raising his eyebrows on the vegetables, as you laugh smacking the sickness out of his system.

[cobwebliss]

Alright, the new episode. I haven't talked about new episodes in like two years. Back then I was on Twitter. How things have changed.

One thing hasn't changed. Parker, how many times have you worn that exact same shirt in these videos? Is that your favorite shirt or something?

Oh, also, the hand gestures. Those haven't gone anywhere.

At least he's still leaving his hair longish.

Thank you for asking the question we all had, Chester.

He's obviously trying to look like a psychologist or something. However, I appreciate it as a more general "This is how an intellectual dresses" vibe. I have a history of trying to write intellectual Parker (White Noise, Stars Shining) so this fits well for me.

Slightly annoyed honestly, the new fic I'm working on starts with a dive into psychology a bit and now I feel like it's gonna look like I was trying to rip off this episode.

Pretty sure we've seen him in glasses somewhere before though.

Okay, the little Beauty and the Beast sign is cute.

I legit think that Caleb might have been Chester in a wig. He sounds like him, has a similar body shape, etc. They purposely blur his face when he turns to look at Parker in the next shot. Of course, that might just be to hide the horrible vomit effect but still, why do we never see his face? Usually they show their faces.

Everything about this scene. The way Parker's hair is weird and kinda styled like he was trying to avoid getting the gunk on him. The way his glasses are somehow spotless yet he still takes a moment to clean them. The way he thinks this is vomit but is just totally fine with it. Would you just stand there calmly if somebody just threw up on your face? Also, does this count as blackface?

Pretty certain she only invited them over because she wanted to bang Parker and you know what? Good for her. Go for it girl.

I appreciate the extra detail that this bed is the nicest, cleanest bed they've had on the show. They could have just made it generically gross like the other beds but no, they wanted to make sure we all saw how spotless Chester's bed was when he lied to Parker.

I love that this is the smallest bed yet but Parker sleeps like a legit vampire.

Pretty sure they just had Beetlejuice in their house.

Thank you for catering towards my choking kink once more guys.

Unfortunately, no marks left on his throat this time.

The way they seem to go out of their way to show her barefoot just to stick her in these random heels in bed? Was she trying to seduce Parker with her bare feet? Or did she put on the heels before bed in case he came back and took her up on her offer?

And lastly, the apparently broken clock:

[yourfavbunni]

Satoru x Reader

Synopsis: heartbreak heartbreak heartbreak | Part 2

A/N: Wanted to write something angsty

As night approached, you found yourself waiting anxiously for Satoru to show up for your date. You had taken the time to dress up, putting effort into looking your best for him.

But as the minutes turned into an hour, Satoru was nowhere to be found, a sense of disappointment began to settle in. You texted and called him multiple times only to be left on delivered or the call going to voicemail.

You decided to text Geto, one of his close friends, and someone he usually got paired up with on missions to see if they had gotten caught up on one, hoping for some sort of explanation. You didn’t have his number, but you remembered you followed him on social media, so you knew you could text him there. Only to be hit with the explanation you were looking for, there it was: a picture of Satoru at a party, surrounded by people, a carefree smile on his face.

Anger welled up within you; there he was having fun while you looked stupid waiting for him to show up. You sent him a message, keeping your words short. "Nice to see you’re having fun," you typed, your tone laced with a mix of sarcasm and disappointment.

It was like Satoru knew something was wrong because he instantly read your message.

As he read your message, a wave of panic washed over him. How could he have forgotten about your date?

Realizing his mistake, He called, and he was relieved you picked up the call the first time. "Shit, baby, I'm so sorry. I completely lost track of time. I didn’t mean to, I swear. The guys wanted to go out. and I just—I didn’t forget, okay? I swear," he said, his words slurring out.

Finally, you spoke. "You not forgetting doesn’t help Gojo; you knew how much I wanted to spend time with each other; you could’ve least replied earlier", you said a bit harshly.

"I fucked up, okay? We can reschedule it; don’t be so dramatic about it", he said, sounding annoyed. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system that made him respond like that.

You listened as the words came out of Satoru’s mouth. Were you really being dramatic? "Whatever,” you mumbled without saying anything else. You hung up on the call. How could he call you dramatic? It wasn’t the first time Satoru had stood you up on a date.

You ordered yourself an Uber home, unlocking the door to the apartment you shared with Satoru. You took your heels off and hung your coat. A part of you wished he would try calling back or had blown up your phone with messages saying how sorry he was, but he didn’t.

You tried to not let it bother you. It was past midnight now, and all you wanted to do was crash on to your bed. You took off your makeup and took a warm shower. Right as you were getting out, you heard the door handle moving around and the door being opened.

You quickly got dressed and headed out of the bedroom.

Satoru stumbled through the front door, the scent of alcohol clinging to his clothes. He could sense the disappointment in the air and the tension from his previous actions lingering like a thick fog.

He made his way towards you, his steps unsteady. "Baby," he slurred, his voice betraying the effects of the alcohol. "I know I messed up. I know I let you down. But I want to make it right."

He reached out to touch you, his hand trembling slightly, but you pulled away, a mix of anger and sadness etched on your face. "Satoru , you can't keep doing this," you said, your voice laced with frustration. "You can't keep hurting me and expect everything to be okay."

He winced at your words, the truth of them hitting him hard. "I know," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, baby. I don't want to hurt you. I want to be better, to be the partner you deserve."

Silence hung in the air, the weight of the moment almost suffocating.

You finally said, "I think it’s best we take a break". Hearing those words come out of your mouth sobered Satoru up an instant.

As your words hit him, the reality of the situation sank in.

Your words hit him like a punch. A break? The thought of being without you, even temporarily, was almost unbearable.

"No," he protested, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, baby, don't do this. I know I've messed up, but I don't want to lose you. I can't imagine my life without you."

You looked at him with a mix of sadness and resolve in your eyes. "Satoru , we need this break. We both need time to reevaluate our relationship and figure out what we truly want. It's not fair to either of us to keep going like this."

Deep down, he knew you were right. Your relationship wasn’t heading in a good direction, and the both of you needed to heal and grow individually.

"Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "If that's what you think is best, then I'll respect your decision. Just know that I do love you, Y/N".

You nodded, tears glistening in your eyes, and you both knew that this was a painful but necessary step towards finding what had made the two of you fall in love in the first place.

.

.

.

[princess-glassred]

Losers Club Minecraft Headcannons

Richie

Constantly hopping up and down with out any signs of stopping. He is literally unable of walking anywhere in minecraft, and he constantly crouches and uncrouches whenever he has to stand still. If he stops being stimulated for one moment he wants to punch things.

Had a serious tnt and flint and steel problem at one point, now it's a server rule to limit his tnt usage and keep it far away from everyone's base.

Built a lot of penis shaped buildings before the novelty wore off.

Basically just a minecraft parasite, never gathering materials of his own and just constantly going "is for me 👉🏻👈🏻🥺". Stan's not even sure he wants to play the game, just wants to hang out with them.

constantly decked out in gold armor until he realized how shitty it was.

names all his animals stupid shit because he knows it annoys the crap out of Eddie

Mic quality is ABYSMAL. he sounds like he's conversing with them from the marianas trench.

His frame rate is also pretty ass

Dies A LOT.

Minecraft skin is a creeper in suit

Ben

Very good at redstone and building houses, sometimes using Redstone to create really cool effects around his base.

Has been approached multiple times by Eddie literally BEGGING him to build him a secret space so Richie doesn't touch his shit.

He really likes the End but hates the Nether for some reason

has a collection of secret little redstone projects somewhere he won't let his friends see cause they're kinda personal.

Wrote poetry for Bev in one of those minecraft books then threw it in the ocean.

Master of the command block

Extensively checks the minecraft wiki

Trades with villagers the most out of everyone

Knows all the mods cause he's addicted to watching minecraft mod showcases

The only one who can figure out what the fuck education edition is

Minecraft skin is just a space texture

Eddie

-Constantly nervous about going caving or being out at night, he will start SPRINTING the second sundown hits

Utterly terrified of minecraft cave noises

Overfeeds himself all the time since the hunger bar makes him anxious

freaks out if he's under the water for even a second

Keeps his chests well organized but not nearly as much as Stan

One time Richie pranked him by telling him he better set his spawn point in the nether by sleeping and then the bed exploded, killing him. He's dreaded going to the nether ever since.

Plays minecraft the least since his mom doesn't want him on the computer too much

Spent his first night in minecraft cowering in a hole

In a weird fued with Richie where they only communicate through passive aggressive signs "Why would you keep your mom in a cage, Eddie?" "STAN FOR FUCKS SAKE BAN HIM".

Minecraft skin is literally just him, fanny pack and all

Bev

Simply adores doing little art projects on the server. She particularly loves pixel art but if she wants them to have cool effects she'll ask Ben for help red stoneing them sometimes.

Base is absolutely riddled with flowers, she really has an eye for that kinda stuff.

Really good at combat actually, especially when it comes to bows and arrows. She's had to go down and save Eddie and Richie from dying in the mines multiple times.

She fucking loves cherry wood, her whole house is cherry wood

Has like a million dogs with different colored collars

The queen of the dyes, everybody comes to her for dyes and bonemeal 24/7

Hosted a minecraft fashion show using armor stands and all the boys were surprisingly into it.

Minecraft skin in her in a white dress and flower crown

Bill

Whenever they wanna take a group screenshot he's the one to do it.

gave everyone a big rallying speech before they went into the end, only for Eddie to get glitched into a block and die right after

Very good at building mob spawners for some reason

Didn't even build his house, just went to a village and stole one of theirs

Richie dared him to write an entire novel in one of the minecraft books so he's ACTUALLY DOING IT

Loves his minecraft horse more than anything. Sometimes you can just find him riding that thing in a circle for funsies.

Always making sure to check on everyone's needs "B-bev you got enough f-fuh-food?" "Mike is your h-health good?" "Eddie is your p-pickaxe almost broken?"

Likes to type messages instead of talk since he's a little embarrassed by his stutter

The only person who knows about the poem Ben through in the ocean, he saw it but he's keepin quiet about it because it was awkward as fuck.

Minecraft skin is some random novel character nobody has ever heard of

Stan

The best at minecraft by far, and has beaten the game about a hundred times.

Ate a porkchop one time and everyone freaked the fuck out

Doing the most work out of everyone on this server

Punches Richie anytime he's gettin too rowdy

Has like a million safety things set in place around his base to protect himself from Richie's grubby little hands, including a moat.

He actually owns the server they're on, which makes Richie crack a lot of "Get off good christian jewish minecraft server!!" jokes.

The very first of the bunch to get Diamond armor, followed by Bill

Gear absolutely stacked with enchantments

Minecraft skin is just a much more detailed and higher quality version of the steve skin

Mike

Doesn't get to play often since his uncle makes him work

Because he doesn't enjoy killing animals for his uncle he's become the biggest animal lover in minecraft

He has EVERYTHING and he'd adopt a creeper if they'd let him

He has a chicken named Richie, a dog named Bill, a cow named Ben, a mooshroom named Beverly, a horse named Stan, and a sheep named Eddie.

He's also trying to do a vegan let's play cause he really really doesn't wanna hurt the cute little minecraft mobs. He really doesn't even wanna kill slimes.

New to video games in general so Stan is patiently and delicately guiding him through the step by step process.

Everyone's constantly losing track of where he is and then finding him again on like Bev's roof or inside a random hole.

One time everyone got hungry so in a panic he hid all his animals underneath his house.

Accidentally blew up one of Bev's projects and let Richie take the blame cause he was scared

Minecraft skin is default Steve, but Stan's working on a custom one for him.

Feel free to reblog/reply to this with some of your own i would love to hear em.

[meetmyothersouls]

Back To You

Jonah Hauer-King x Reader

Warnings: memory loss, hospitalization, talks of loss pregnancy, not proof read

Chapter 2

There was a time where being in England would have had me filled with wonder and excitement. But not now. Not when I have no recollection of even getting here and the apparent 4 years I’ve somehow forgotten. The job that I had in New York. Gone. The life that I had in New York...the job I loved in New York as a journalist. Gone. Everything I worked for just...gone? I'd never have let myself let all of that go. I'm definitely going to have to do some digging to find out what the hell happened to my life and to me.

Since I've woken up from, Haven has made sure to be present to keep me as comfortable as possible in my less-than-ideal situation. Unfortunately, only one person is allowed to stay with me overnight and Jonah insists that it be him. That being said, he's not been totally unpleasant to be around, it's just...a little awkward at times. Even though he hasn't touched me or even really gotten close to me again since he tried to kiss me, his glances seem...intimate and filled with longing and memories that he has, and I don't. It doesn't seem fair.

Even now he's looking at me. He thinks that I don't notice, but I do. In the last few days, I've picked up a few of his actions and his mannerisms. I've noticed that he bites his fingernails, which I find highly gross and annoying, when he's anxious. He runs his fingers through his dark hair when he's deep in thought or attempting conversation. I wonder what thoughts and memories are wracking his brain right now. I want to ask but it seems too intimate and intrusive a question. Every once in a while, he'll remind me that I can ask him for anything, but I think he's forgetting that the last four years of my life are totally gone. I don't ask him for anything because I don't feel comfortable doing it.

He's still staring at me when I turn my head to look at him. He doesn't look away, instead he gives me a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Jonah stands and starts to walk over to my bedside. Immediately my palms start to sweat. I'm no longer hooked up to any monitors, thank God because they'd be going crazy right now. He's got some weird effect on me that makes me jittery and nervous, like my body remembers how to react to him but my mind doesn't.

Jonah sits down on the foot of the bed and it dips down slightly with his weight. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the curtain to my room swings open and Dr. Vincent walks in with Haven trailing behind. I let out an audible sigh of relief and if Jonah hears it, he doesn't let on. I'm fully dressed in an outfit that Jonah picked up for me at his house...or I guess our house. The whole thought is still jarring to me, but at least I'm more comfortable than I was in the hospital gown, and it appears I still dress the same. He brought me a pair of black leggings and an oversized Aerosmith T-shirt that I'm still not sure is mine or his. But it smells nice, and the fabric is soft so I'm not complaining. I sit up, wincing a bit as I do so. I can tell my stomach is different. Deflated almost. I push back the strange thought that I had a baby growing inside of me made by a man I don't even know.

"Alrighty, Mrs. Hauer-King," Dr. Vincent says. I fight back the urge to correct him. He is right after all. "Everything's on track for you to be out of here in the next hour or so, how does that sound?"

"It sounds great," I say, smiling. "I can't wait to get home." I look over at Haven who gives me one of those grim smiles. I don't even realize what I said until it's out. I look at Jonah and he's got his head down, facing his lap. He's picking at a loose nail he's just partially bit off. "I'm sorry Jonah, I just...this isn't my home."

"It is thought," he replies softly.

"I can't stay here."

He sniffles once and I start to get irritated at the sheer thought of him thinking I could still make this place my home. "Surely you don't expect me to uproot my entire life and stay here with you? I don't even know you!"

"Y/n," Haven says, "I know you're upset but-"

"I just want to go home!"

Jonah gets up, his jaw tight. "And I guess you expect me to give up my entire life? Just like that? These last four years may not exist for you, but they do for me!" Jonah trudges over to the curtain and tuns back to Haven and me. "I'll wait in the car."

"Give us a minute?" Haven asks Dr. Vincent once Jonah is gone.

"Of course, but might I add that it would be in your best interest to stay where you are...at least for the time being. I know this is difficult for everyone involved but cases of memory loss and amnesia almost always recover, albeit slowly. Being in an area that the brain is used to helps even if you yourself are not used to it. The memories are there just give them time."

"Thank you, Doctor," Haven says, a sweet smile on her face.

"Give me a ring when you're ready for me. There's just some paperwork and a few signatures we need before you leave," Dr. Vincent says as he exits.

Haven sighs and tuns back to me. She runs a hand through her blonde hair then holds them out in defense. "Listen, I know you want to leave, and you want to go home, but this is your home, y/n."

I want to slam my head into a wall, but I know it'll only make things worse. "No it's not! I had an amazing job in New York and an apartment and..."

"And all that is over now, it has been for years! You can't leave Jonah here by himself. You are his entire world, y/n."

I hate this. Every part of this is unfair. "So I'm supposed to stay here until what? Until the memories come back?"

Haven gives me a look that I know means yes. "You live here, y/n, and you love it. You have a job and a house and a husband any woman would kill to have."

The words she's saying sound nice in theory but a horrible thought washes over me and tears start to burn my eyes. "And what if they don't?"

"What?"

"The memories. What if they don't come back?"

Haven doesn't say anything at first. I can see her fear just as well as I can feel mine. There's a very real possibility that I won't get them back, no matter how high the likelihood of regeneration. But then she smiles, ever the optimist and says "they will. I know they will. Until then, you're going to have to do what the doctor says. You need to be around familiar-" I give her an incredulous look because none of this is familiar- "familiar to your subconscious, y/n. You can't uproot everything you and Jonah have built here. Just give it some time. Please?"

I groan, plopping back onto my pillow. "Fine. But I'm still looking for plane tickets out of here just to keep the hope alive."

The ride back to Jonah's is a culture shock. It's cloudy and wet, which from what I've been told about England checks out. Jonah pointed out a few landmarks to Haven, which is just as informative for me considering this is my second first time seeing them. I decide to sit in the back seat, and I pretend to not notice as Jonah steals a few glances at me through the rear-view mirror.

It's pouring down rain and I'm exhausted by the time we arrive to Jonah's house, but I definitely notice the size and glory of the house. It's a beautiful two-story home, that seems to be partially under construction, but even with the few areas that are being worked on, it is marvelous. I'm marveling at the house and barely notice that I'm getting soaked by the rain.

"She's a work in progress," Jonah says, as he holds an umbrella over me. "But she'll be a real beauty when she's done."

I look up at Jonah and give him a small smile as he walks me into the house. If the outside was marvelous, the inside is astounding. My mouth is hanging open as I take small steps around the luxurious home. The hardwood floors gleam from the light shining from a huge chandelier hanging over head. The walls are painted a beautiful pale-yellow color that reminds me of baby sunflowers. I walk into the kitchen, and I audibly gasp. The granite counter tops are to die for and there's a tiny herb garden sitting on the windowsill. It's all so beautiful and overwhelming. It's too much to take in.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Jonah asks, clearly knowing my face enough to know that I'm not okay at all.

"Just...tired. I think I'll go to bed, if that's okay? It's been a lot to take in."

"Of course."

We stand there awkwardly. I don't know the layout of this house, but I also don't know how to ask where I'm supposed to be sleeping. I really hope he doesn't think I'll be sleeping with him. I clear my throat and Jonah jumps a little.

"Oh, yes. Right. Sorry," he laughs, and his fingers go to his mouth, wanting to bite the nails he's already chewed all the way down. "This is all new for me too. You'll take our bedroom. I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms. Haven you can have the other one, if you'd like."

"Please stay," I say, unable to help myself. I don't look at Jonah, not wanting to see the look my words caused.

"I'd love to stay, thank you."

There's another momentary awkward pause until I break it. "Can you uh...can you show me where the bedroom is?"

Jonah nods and I follow him. The walk is silent, and for some reason i feel bad about it...I shouldn't...I didn't do anything wrong, but I do. I can't even have a normal conversation with this man without it being super fucking awkward. I hate this. I want to go home. This feels like spending the night with a family member you've never met. He leads me to a door at the end of a long hallway and I suddenly regret not asking Haven to come with me. Not that I think Jonah would hurt me...it's just weird.

"Here you are," Jonah says, pushing open the bedroom door. The bedroom is of course, gorgeous. There's huge king-sized bed against a dark purple wall in the center of the room. A massive walk-in closet with what appears to be both mine and Jonah's clothes. On the other side of the room is that master bathroom which looks very white and very clean. It sparkles even in the dark. There's a glass door that leads to a balcony with two chairs sitting on the patio. It's beautiful. Jonah leans on the door frame as I gape at the room. I turn around and he's smiling, which I hate to say is the prettiest smile I've ever seen on a man. "I'll be down the hall to your right if you need anything. Haven's room will be to the left. It's a big house so it's easy to get lost if you don't know the layout. Tomorrow, I can give you a tour if you want."

"I'd like that, thank you, Jonah," I say, hoping to get him out of here faster.

"Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight, Jonah."

I wake up and it's dark. I don't even remember falling asleep. I'm sweaty and breathing heavily. I need some water or some fresh air. I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It's dead. Fuck. I slide out of bed and put my hands in front of me, desperate to find the light switch. Why's it so fucking dark in here? I find the doorknob and twist it open. The hall is dark too except for a light coming from a cracked open doorway. I walk toward it and as I get closer, I hear soft singing coming from inside. It's a slightly familiar song. It becomes more distinct the closer I get. I'm right outside the door and I realize the person singing is Jonah and the song is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. As if sensing me, he stops singing and looks up. He sees me and I can't even pretend like I'm not there.

"I was just looking for the bathroom," I lie. I open the door a bit wider and get nauseous as I see what room he's in. It's a nursery. "S-sorry, I hope I wasn't interrupting anythi-"

"Oh no, not at all," Jonah smiles, but it's a fake one. I can tell. "Bathroom is right across the hall on your left."

"Thanks," I say.

He doesn't get up to join me or point out the fact that there was a bathroom in the bedroom I was in. I flip on the light and wince at the brightness. I pee and wash my hands and then drink the water from the tap. When I exit, the door to the nursey is still open and the light is still on, which means Jonah is still in there. I feel bad just walking by, so I walk back across the hall. Jonah's head is in his hands, and I suddenly feel really guilty about all of this. He's mourning not only the loss of his unborn child, but the technical loss of his wife a well. I've been a massive bitch.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He shoots his head up and looks at me, rubbing his wrist across his eyes as if to hide the fact that he was crying. "Yeah," he says quickly. "Do you need help to you room?"

"I don't think so," I say, "just...two doors down?"

"Three," Jonah says with a smile.

"Yikes. Well, goodnight," I say turning around.

"Don't go."

"Hmm?"

"Don't leave. Haven told me about you looking for plane tickets, and...and I know it's selfish me, but I can't...I can't do this without you. I need you. And I know this might be a lot for you to hear right now and you're probably feeling very overwhelmed, but...please? Just give it some time. Give me a month, and if you still don't remember anything or you've decided you hate it here, then you can go. But give me that. Give me a month. A month to help you remember why you fell in love with me in the first place."

He's looking at me with pleading eyes, he's poured his heart out to me. And even though he's clearly sleep deprived and depressed, he's still somehow beautiful. And as I'm standing in a nursery of the baby we made but never had...how could I say no?

"Okay," I whisper.

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[pbandjesse]

I am leaving the event. And it's only 10:00 p.m. I did not realize that this corporate event was going to end so early. So I was fully prepared to be working for another 4 hours and I am so thrilled I am on my way home. Because while I felt better than I did yesterday I did not feel very good today.

Some of the problem was I woke up really freaked out at 3:00 in the morning. I woke up and I went to use the bathroom and then when I came back I heard a sound and was convinced that someone was in our house. It turned out it was just the suction cup with my loofah falling off the bathroom wall but I was freaked out enough that I went downstairs to make sure the doors were locked. They were and I did a little peek around to make sure everything seemed okay. And then I went back upstairs and I'm laying in bed and I'm still really freaked out and then all of a sudden are closed bedroom door slams open. Because sweet pea had pushed the door open to come inside. I was so scared. He's such a little monster. But everything was okay and I was able to go back to sleep.

when I woke up at 9:00 I felt all right. I kind of had like an underlying uncomfortable feeling in my stomach today. Just a little queasy. Not exactly nauseous but not comfortable. I had a lot of like hot waves down the body at that caused me to be very sweaty. I'm pretty sure that these are side effects of just being pregnant but I still might call the nurse line if it continues tomorrow. Just in case.

I took a shower and I got dressed and I didn't feel amazing but James left me an omelet and I had that and it was very good. And I laid outside with sweet pea and had my breakfast and tried to not feel awful.

I really wanted to accomplish some stuff today but it just was not going to happen. I instead laid outside for a while and then eventually laid upstairs and decided that I would leave the house around 11:00 to go run some errands and then I would go get lunch before heading to the museum.

So I had a pretty chill morning and tried to drink water and stay hydrated because that was definitely affecting me today. Just felt a little dried out and uncomfortable.

I would do my cuticles and try to shape my nails. And I would finish getting dressed for the event and then I got myself together to head out.

I decided I would go to Towson and go to the Jo-Ann's to look for an appropriate sized nose for my bear restoration. And then I would go to savers. Haven't been to savers for a while because I've been going to value village so much. So this would be a little bit of a nice change of pace.

I got out to Jo-Ann's and I was annoyed to find that they did not carry pink noses. I did find brown that were on clearance so I'm going to paint those. And see if that works. But I think that will be fine. And since I didn't think I had cash with me I was like oh I got to buy something else so that I'm not putting 97 cents on my credit card. And so I got James a bag of Autumn flavored candy. Like candy corn and pumpkins and such. James likes candy corn. And I like James. And pumpkins.

Then I went over to savers. And while I did have an okay time it was really busy in there. I did not enjoy that. So I put my headphones in and I mostly just looked at baby clothes. And I got a good amount. Lot of neutrals. A lot of onesies. I still haven't bought any baby pants because I just think they're so silly. I'm probably going to have to buy baby pants at some point but I just have not put any focus on that. My plan at some point is to lay out all the clothes I got and figure out what I need more of because I feel like I have a lot of certain things and nothing of others. I don't even have that much yet but just something that I am considering.

They also just had so much so I felt a little overwhelmed. And there's another girl in the aisle who just like did not understand the concept of when you finish an area I'll go around the other side of you and then we'll like have a little slippy swap. And so like I just felt like I was in her way and it was not very fun for me. But eventually she went away and it was fine.

Finish looking at baby clothes once I had like $20 worth of stuff and then I went over to the things section. Like lamps and stuff and over there I found one of those big pregnancy pillows. I wasn't sure if James had gotten one of those yet because that was one of the tasks I had given them but I texted James and James said that they hadn't because they had been back ordered. So $12 for a pillow that's usually a hundred is an amazing deal. So that was a really cool find.

I also found a rug that was taped up and rolled so I'm not 100% sure it's going to be nice but if it is what I'm picturing it is going to be it was so a good deal and I was very pleased.

I would pay at the self checkout and then I decided I could go get lunch.

I really wanted to go to Southside and it was only about 20 minutes away and I had plenty of time before I need to be at the museum so I went over there.

And I was still feeling a little queasy but eating helped a lot. And the waitresses are always very nice to me. So I got my food and I watched a video and sipped my soda and I wasn't in any rush at all. And I was just having a good day. I tried not to be stressed about anything and just be chill.

I still have time so I went over to five below and I got my little calico critter. I also picked up some candy in a couple other small things that I needed. And I enjoyed wandering around the store. And then I went over to the museum and just chilled in the parking lot for a while.

The Farmers market was finishing up so I ran over to give Ann a hug. And then we chatted for a bit and she said that the event so far was behaving themselves. Which I thought was a funny way to put it. And then I would go and gather all my things that I needed for the evening and went to go sit with James inside.

I was not feeling amazing. I just kept getting these hot uncomfortable feelings but I was in a good mood. I had a nice time sitting there and I was working on some knitting and just chilling until Jesse came over because it was time to start.

He had a wedding walk through to do and we would sort of split the task of opening all of the things that need to be open and starting all the things that need to be started for the event. They were already on their way outside setting up and they wouldn't come inside for another hour. But they were making weird choices. Like this is not a caterer that I'm as familiar with but it was fine. Not a big deal. And I think I did a pretty good job. I wasn't as nervous about some of the things I had been nervous about. Specifically some of the lights and some of the questions that sometimes people have I felt pretty confident in my answers and I wasn't feeling very good so anytime Jesse didn't need me I was like 'can I go sit down' but beyond that I think it was a really successful event for me.

I think one of the problems with the event though is that it wasn't laid out in a conducive way to get people to come into the museum and we had not only three educators doing galleries we had somebody running programs. And the person running programs had 24 people come in. They paid $2,000 for those programs and 24 people came in that's crazy. But they did it and everyone seemed to be having a great time even if they were not coming in as much as I thought they were going to. Some of the problem was that the food outside was too good. They had full bushels of crabs on the tables. Like it was crazy. They put down a lot of money. And this is a chemical company so like they have more money than God so I'm not shocked. And everyone I met was really nice! And they even had a cotton candy machine. I got some cotton candy. They had bounce houses. It was a little boring for us inside, but it was fun.

And the food I had was excellent. Would recommend. And I mostly hung out at the desk and knit and scrolled in my phone a bit and was for all intensive purposes in charge. Jesse was over in his office doing emails and I was inside with Moe the security guard and I would check on the educators and I made sure that they all got something to eat and the caters were doing their thing and it was fine. It was a good event. I think everybody had fun. I had fun.

After eat dinner I did actually feel a lot better having a diet Coke helped a lot. I definitely wanted another. But I'm trying very hard to limit my caffeine. Not a ton because mostly I'm only drinking soda when I'm out so I'm not like super concerned but I am trying to be good about it. And the food was just really good. Is mac and cheese and corn and potato salad and a hot dog bun. And I was just having a really nice evening. I even had some really lovely conversations about the Baltimore harbor in the water's health. And you know how much I love doing that.

I did find myself wanting to stop every single pregnant person or person holding a baby and ask them questions but I refrained. Cuz while I am starting to get a little bit of a baby belly it just kind of looks like I'm chubby right now because it's in two segments and is not connecting in the middle. I'm hoping that it rounds out at some point in the next two weeks because I'm not a huge fan of the way that it feels. Like it's stretching weird cuz I think the middle is pulling back I don't know. It's hard thing to explain. Pregnancy is just body horror after body horror.

But then the event was over and everyone was picking up and everything was great. I was convinced that one of the tables in the lunchroom was wrong and I still am but no one agrees with me So it was fine. We did have an issue with the moon bounce people because they just came back really late so everyone else was mostly done and we're just waiting on that truck and I was in charge of turning off all the lights inside and I only forgot where like two of them were so I was pretty proud of that. And I think if I just like spend a couple extra minutes I would have figured it out anyway but Jesse helped me and everything was great. And Stan had showed me how to change the new paper pal dispensers and I knew where more of the keys were and I just felt pretty confident. I have some concerns still about different things but I think it will just come with time.

We were sitting outside as we were watching the caterers sweep up the pavilion. Dad asked me to call him so I spent like 15 minutes talking to him on the phone and that was really nice. And after I got off the phone with him we were finishing up everything we needed to do and then the other truck came and we had a few minutes of comedy when the trucks couldn't figure out how to leave because I had locked the entrance gate and we were like no you have to exit over here and they're like what we don't understand. But we got everyone out and we said good night and then I headed home.

And that's where I am now. I am parking and I'm going to go outside and I'm going to see my husband and I'm going to take a shower and wash my hair because I feel gross. It's been really humid all day and I'm itchy because of it. And then I'm hoping that I can sleep and not wake up I'll freak out and tomorrow me and James might go to loch Raven or something but I'm just hoping that we can have a nice day together and that I don't feel bad. That is the hope in the dream. I hope that you all have a great night tonight and take care of yourselves. I love you all! Until tomorrow.

[tofueggnoodles]

Drama CD Saiyuki Memorial Pack Disk 2 – Track 4: Room Allocation

Summary: After Hakkai expresses his wish to room with someone aside from Sanzo, the Ikkou air their grievances about each other’s sleeping habits.

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Hakkai: Um, this is a bit sudden, but would it possible to change our room allocation from tonight on?

Gojyo: It’s really sudden.

Goku: Why would you want to change rooms?

Hakkai: Sanzo insists on going to bed early, so anyone sharing the room with him will have to put up with early lights-out. I’d rather go to sleep much later in the night–

Gojyo: Ah, so it’s because old man Sanzo’s bedtime is way too early. What a nuisance!

Sanzo: Hah? Rooming with a kappa who talks loudly in his sleep is very much a nuisance too!

Gojyo: What did you just say? If that’s the case, Goku’s habit of tossing and turning in his sleep is even more of a nuisance.

Goku: Why me? If we’re talking about that kind of thing, in the first place, Hakkai getting up early in the morning and sneakily taking out the trash is definitely more annoying!

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Gojyo: Now that you mention it, the stupid monkey goes ‘ook-ook’ whenever he sleep-talks!

Goku: Those antennae of yours probably grow longer in the middle of the night, cockroach kappa!

Gojyo: So what? Having one’s hair growing longer is something the baldy monk can only pin his hopes on!

Sanzo: Who are you calling a baldy? Just hug a plush toy and cry yourself to sleep at night, damn kappa!

Hakkai: Ah! When it’s late at night, Sanzo starts to scratch himself **, you know.

Gojyo: The monkey eats all of the filling in the pillow while he’s still half asleep!

Goku: I’ve seen Hakkai whistle in his sleep from my bed!

(Once more, they breath loudly at each other.)

Hakkai: Er, let’s just stick with our current room assignments for the time being.

Gojyo: Yes, let’s.

Goku: Somehow, I don’t feel like rooming with any of you now.

Sanzo: Don’t worry. All of us feel the same way.

Hakkai: Well then....

Sanzo: Yeah.

Gojyo, Goku and Sanzo: Good night!

(Someone switches off the light.)

Gojyo, Goku and Sanzo: More or less....

(A whistling sound is heard.)

[Their last word, fuete, is probably the beginning of the expression “fuete mo hette mo”, which means “more or less.”]

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am not sure with. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.

[metal-family-fanfic]

Money

Mary stormed into the bedroom, where Gustav was sitting on the bed. She was fuming, looking under and over everything as Gustav watched. "What the hell are you looking for?" Her husband finally asked. "The Two Hundred dollars I made yesterday! Its not in my wallet!" Mary jerked her head over to her husband, storming over and standing in front of him, hands on her hips. "I don't know where it is, don't blame me." Mary's face dropped for a second, as if putting the pieces of evidence together in her head. "And this has nothing to do with the Two Hundred dollar of burbon you bought last night?" Gustav smirked as if he won the battle. "Maybe it does." "of course it does. You stole my money." "You mean my money."

Mary looked at Gustav with an expression that seemed more suprised if anything. Gustav just crossed his arms and chuckled at his wife's expression.

Then, to his suprise, she began to laugh. "Why did I even think for a second you wouldn't do this." "Mary, what is the difference between me doing this and you using MY money to buy stuff for the house?"

"OH? You're gonna play THAT card? Fine, I'll tell you the difference," Mary spat, "The difference is that any time I want to even use a cent of your money, I ask for permission."

Gustav, just annoyed at this moment, stood up to walk away. However, his wife had other plans, grabbing the front of his shirt and pushing him back down onto the bed. "YOU GO WHEN I'M DONE!" She screamed down at him.

She felt as if she was finally boiling over, with the steam and the bubbles from the water inside spilling out of her mouth as she began to scream more and more. "I HAVE TO ASK BECAUSE YOU WOULD FUCKING KILL ME IF I DIDN"T! WHY DO I HAVE TO ASK AND YOU DON'T??"

"mary.." "IS IT BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DICK BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND I DON'T? DOES THAT LITTLE PECKER OF YOURS REALLY HAVE THAT MUCH POWER??! "Mary...calm do-" "NO!"

Mary then grabbed the lamp from the bedside table, pulling it's plug from the wall and smashing the lamp over her husband's head. Gustav yelped in both pain and terror, shoving his wife aside and trying to get out of the bedroom, not realizing the door was locked.

After the door proved futile, Gustav tried making his way to the bathroom the two shared, just narrowly dodging the bedside table itself that Mary picked up and threw at him.

The table shattered against the wall as Gustav got into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. All was quiet for a moment as Gustav leaned against the wall, legs feeling like they would betray him and send him sprawling to the floor.

"M..Mary? Honey?" He spoke softly, trying to coax his wife back into submissiveness. This seemed to have an opposite effect, as suddenly the doornob began to shake as Mary attempted to break through the door itself. "GET OUT HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

With those words, things began to be smashed against the door. A chair, what sounded like a glass bottle, whatever Mary seemed to get her hands on was thrown against the door in an attempt to get to her Husband.

Paired with the sounds of various items being smashed was the sounds of her shrill screechings of anger and betrayal, pouring out after years of being pushed deep inside.

Gustav pressed himself against the wall, as far as he could against the door as he kept his eyes on it.

He prayed it would hold as his body began to shake, with salty tears falling from his eyes.

"I'm sorry.." Was all he could muster out.

Mary seemed to go quiet as well, with the only sounds being Gustav's stifled sobs as he tried to man himself up. But he couldn't. Mary's rage reminded him of one he saw when he was younger.

As things went quiet, both adults seemed to fall asleep, Gustav curled up in the bathtub and Mary on the floor next to the bed.

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

i am attempting "light therapy" to help fix my sleep schedule and i'm cranky about it

my aunt, who's a neuropsychiatrist (one of the few women in her field and fairly well known at this point, don't know if anyone's heard of Dr. Jo Cara Pendergrass but damn she's cool) was in town this week to look after her mom post-cataract surgery

Cara is probably the smartest person in the family, all things considered

(my brother and I give her a run for her money but neither of us intend on getting a goddamn PhD lol) (also my dad wouldn't appreciate me saying that, he is also pretty smart. but like. he's got intelligence, he's just lacking in wisdom)

ANYWAY. of all the people in the family, Cara is the person i rarely have to explain my illnesses to. usually, i have to tack on a brief description of it anytime i say "yeah i have EDS and fibromyalgia and IBS and--"

but last time i saw her over Christmas, i told her the diagnosis and had my script prepared to explain, but she just went "Oh yeah Ehlers Danlos -- wait. Oh."

her face did the thing where she was processing new info at light speed by blinking and cycling through several expressions as the pieces of the mystery that is my chronic ailments settled themselves in place

unfortunately i wasn't at the point where i was comfortable enough to tell anyone how miserable and in pain i was, that was something i put off another couple of months before i confessed to Nana that i'd become a grocery thief and was on my way to being homeless. that's also around when my brother asked my permission to share my story with the family, because he knows how difficult it is for me to admit how much i'm struggling.

i'm rambling tbh but only to keep me awake and sitting outside long enough

ANYWAY

so Cara was here this week. i went to visit the other night. we always have really interesting conversations about our brains and genes and family shite, i don't think anyone other than my brother and i can actually hold a conversation with her about that kind of shit.

i did NOT go there just for advice, but when i told her how much trouble i've had getting out of bed before evening, she gave me a couple of tips that i'm now trying out

1). the 24-hour sleep deprivation strategy

it sounds like a nightmare to me, but apparently has supporting evidence that, at least in the short term, resets your circadian rhythm.

if you've ended up awake hours past your desired bedtime, then instead of simply going to bed late, it's advised* to keep yourself awake throughout the rest of the day until the next bedtime.

( * WITH CONSULTATION OR SUPERVISION OF A DOCTOR)

the reason this is supposedly effective is that the longer you stay awake, the higher the sleep pressure becomes (sleep pressure is just your body's signal to go the fuck to bed, which is something i'm intimately familiar with as it's a constant companion of mine regardless of sleep hygiene). the higher the sleep pressure the easier it is to fall asleep and, ideally, the better your sleep becomes.

Cara did emphasize that as far as we know, it's only a short term strategy. either we haven't done enough studies or we haven't figured out how to apply it to a longer term solution.

2). Light therapy

i was already somewhat aware of this but not to the extent that Cara explained.

the trick here is to force yourself out of bed (if you're able) and sit outside. preferably on sunny days. she said this even works if you end up falling asleep outside anyway, you're still absorbing sunlight.

there's no immediate change, as it does take a few days or more to notice any improvements (this checks out, as i am still drowsy as fuck) but doing this daily or semi-daily gradually convinces the body and brain to be awake earlier.

it's one of those things that a lot of disabled folk like me, especially those with fucked up sleep, would hear and get annoyed with, because we've tried so many different strategies that have each failed one way or another. and hearing "go outside" just reminds me of my mother and every yoga enthusiast insisting on all natural medicine, which understandably raises my metaphorical hackles.

but Cara, again, is the smartest person i know. i'm much more willing to take the advice of a neuropsychiatrist over a yoga mom, despite them actually agreeing on something.

and also? i do miss the Sun, quite terribly.

so if, by sometime next week, i'm magically able to wake up earlier with less struggle, i will let y'all know. i'm gonna be cranky about it, especially if it actually WORKS, but as the neighborhood mascot of Sleep Deprivation i think i'm a pretty good indicator if something like this is legit or not.

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[airenyah]

i completely understand the ohm obsession and i cannot thank you enough for all your insights on acting (his and also in general) too! i LOVE reading what you have to say and learning from you at the same time! watching series (i also just watched the latest 10yt ep) feels like an even more involved experience now because i can actively analyse the acting (i keep coming back to your post to see how ohm does such and such) too! thank you x1000000 and please know that i am consensually kissing your ginormous brain <3

anon, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you so much for your lovely message, it delights me greatly!!!!!!!!!! I read your ask earlier and I was sitting in my bed at the time and once I’d finished reading I kind of just fell forward, burying my head into my blanket and squealing like a little child for like a minute, that’s how happy your words made me 💕

I’m so glad to hear that I managed to explain things clearly enough that others (in this case you specifically) can get something out of it!! honestly, I’ve been so shy when it comes to talking about acting here on tumblr because I feel like I can’t express what I mean very well. And the problem is what I’ve mentioned so far really is just a quick overview, there are many concepts I definitely forgot about (obviously I don’t have a list in my head, I just notice things as I’m watching) and those that I did talk about, well, I really didn’t go into a lot of detail there, it was more of a quick summary (there is SO. MUCH. You really can’t sum up 3 years of drama school into one single tumblr post hahaha)

and also, unfortunately I can’t just go and analyze a clip second by second while you listen. I mean okay yeah, in some cases and for some specific concepts gifs will do the trick (like in my bbs ep 3 sniffing scene analysis) but with a lot of things it’s just easier when you have the entire clip with sound and all, where you can also jump back and forth and then maybe go find another example for comparison to make things a little clearer

because often a performing concept or performing technique will be easier to understand when you’ve seen someone do it “wrong”. I’m saying “wrong” here in quotation marks because I’m only putting it that way for the sake of simplicity. There isn’t really a right or wrong here, it’s usually much more about “if you perform it this way then you’ll likely have this effect on the audience, if you perform it that way then you’ll likely have that effect on the audience. Which one do you wanna achieve as an actor?” Though, one can definitely say that performing a certain way will touch the audience more or they will have an easier time following the story and the emotions compared to performing it a different way. Again, it’s a lot like food: put sugar in one recipe and it’ll taste amazing and people can’t stop eating, put sugar in another and people will refuse to eat it because it tastes so bad to them, put sugar in yet another recipe and it might be perfectly edible but would probably be a whole lot more enjoyable without the sugar

what I mean by that is: it might come to situations where I’ll be like “this actor has this aggressive undertone 90% of the time and we’re half-way through the drama and it’s starting to annoy me and make me dislike the character and the relationship” or “this actor has no thoughts behind their actions and so watching them just bores me” (yes these are real-life opinions that I’ve recently had. No I will not be revealing said dramas publicly, but if anyone reading this is curious then feel free to come into my dms and I might spill the tea)

comparing various scenes of an actors using a technique well with actors using that technique not so well really helps with learning how to analyze acting because you’ll see the different effects it’ll have on you as a viewer when someone uses a technique well vs someone who’s bad at it

I do have some “bad” examples that I could tell you about and fun fact: that even includes แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน BAD BUDDY SERIES (my most beloved <3). but as I’ve said before, I just don’t feel comfortable sharing the negativity publicly, because I don’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings. And I don’t like getting into arguments, especially public ones, so I don’t want to get any stupid comments on my posts or in my ask box. However, if you’re curious my dearest anon, you’re very welcome to come right into my dms for some deeper discussion on that. And you don’t have to be nervous about revealing your identity, because sharing my observations with you in even more detail would definitely bring me great joy💕 (this goes for anyone reading this, btw, feel free to slide into my dms fsjksd)

in fact, I wish I could do this one acting analysis project with you that I did with my friend!! quick backstory: back in november 2021 I watched this old korean drama and I ended up getting super obsessed with it because I realized there were remakes from other countries which I then also ended up watching and comparing all these version was a suuuuper eye opening experience for me when it comes to “well used technique” vs “badly used technique” (I learned A LOT from this when in regard to acting) And then half-way through the semester something came up in the uni course my friend and I attend together and I ended up mentioning some acting concept and realized that said kdrama & remakes were a perfect example of that and I wanted to show her

And this turned into this month long project throughout november 2022, in which I selected a sequence that had the exact same plot and context in both versions and I showed them to her in several rounds and let her do the analyzing first without me telling her a thing. So the first time around she got absolutely zero info from me, she knew absolutely nothing about the plot, or the characters or anything. I turned off the subtitles as well as the sound and let take a look at ONLY the visuals. For the 2nd round the only thing she got in addition was the sound but I still didn’t tell her anything about the plot or the characters. In the 3rd round I finally told her about the plot and had her watch everything with the context in mind. And only in the final round did I turn on the subtitles. After every round we spent at least an hour discussing everything that she saw or noticed or how she felt watching it but I didn’t tell her any of my own thoughts. I wanted her to make up her own mind first and discover things for herself. It was a quite interesting project, both for me and for her! And yeah, I wish I could do this with you because I’m sure it would be eye-opening for you! (you don’t happen to live in austria, do you? 😂 well, maybe we could figure out a remote solution with screensharing or something...)

also thank you for calling my brain ginormous 🥰 i'll accept the compliment, but let me tell you, it really isn't that big yet!! i wish you could hear what my fave monologue teacher and my camera acting teacher always had to say in class!!! and also, you should really hear what my mom has to say on performing, i feel like such a baby next to her. seriously, the THINGS she SEES?????

story time (sorry i know this is super long already): we were watching the eclipse together, right, and at some point after weeks, towards the end of the series when akkayan start dating, we were just watching this episode, right? and suddenly my mom goes: *pointing at khaotung* "he seems tense, his inner balance seems off"

and i'm just sitting there like "???????? what are you talking about???? they're literally just lying down in bed, HOW can you tell???????"

she tried to explain it to me but i was just left super confused. i think it was an episode later (or maybe the same episode but some scenes later?? i don't remember) there was another scene where they were standing upright and my mom hit pause and went "here, do you see how [insert explanation]" and i was like "oh. okay yeah. yeah that makes sense. i think i know what you mean". and then during the finale (i think?) there was another moment where i even noticed something before my mom said it and then she pointed it out and i was like "yeah i caught that too!!!!"

i also showed her the only friends trailer and there's this one shot where khaotung is sitting on the bed with book, right? and my mom paused the video and went "huh? that's funny. half of his body looks tense while the other half looks completely relaxed" (half meaning left/right, not upper half and lower half). again i was just sitting there like "HOW?????? HOW DO YOU EVEN SEE THIS?????"

(admittedly, my mother works in the medical field and she's close to finishing a 2(?) year training program as a massage therapist, so i guess she'd know about tense bodies from having first hand experience hahaha)

well, i'll stop it here bc i'm sure this is already over 1000 words long again oops. if you've made it all the way down here, then i really appreciated that and give you forehead kiss (if you like that, of course. if not then i'll give you a hug or a highfive or a wave or whatever else you're comfortable with). then again, you've also read my 3.7k analysis on ohm's acting so…

[overculturedswine]

Finally have just a little bit of time to play games again! Yay! But it's not a ton of time, so I figured I'd start with some smaller indies first, before I try to start getting back into bigger games.

And this time that was The Witch's House MV. I played it on Steam Deck, as I do most things and for the most part it was great there. While it was working, it was working. But especially earlier on in the game, there were some pretty annoying crash-ish type things. Sometimes, the video would just totally give out, but you could still hear the effects still in the background, and I'm pretty sure the controls still worked because I could hear the footstep and menu sound effects. Sometimes, if you try to skip through a dialogue box too quickly, it'll freeze up and stop responding all together. I tried doing some tinkering, changing Proton settings, changing in-game settings, but halfway through the game it just kinda stopped breaking. Does it work good on other platforms? Maybe, I dunno. But the frequency with which these happened was definitely frustrating, especially considering they happened early on, and the runtime of the game. I spent about half of my first session outside of the game itself, which is not ideal.

But again, when it works, it works great. And at a point, the issues just stopped happening for me, so I was actually able to enjoy more of the game.

The gameplay of this is a bit interesting, it's an RPG-Maker game, so it uses those basic movement, saving, environmenty-interacty mechanics. And that basic level of it is really good. You get stuck in a witch's house, and she leaves clues for you, so you follow those and do some basic puzzles to get you room to room. But it's atmosphere is what's good about it. The level and character art are really well suited for the tone - it's very Halloween spooky: it's foreboding enough to build genuine tension, but not so much that it isn't still fun and slightly comforting. I've only played the demo of Crow Country, but it's that same kind of feeling - like curling up under a blanket during a really bad thunderstorm. It's a really nice vibe that I adore, and that's what I loved so much about this game. The music comes from a royalty-free site as far as I can tell, and it's actually really well picked. I listened to the title song a few times before starting, and I thought the game had a dedicated composer until I got the credits.

So that's why I don't really like the actual danger it has. You'll be forced to do something you don't want to to progress - cut off a teddy bear's limbs, sacrifice your frog friend - and that's enough for me. At that point I'm felling enough dread to be thoroughly engaged. But after those things, sometimes a consequence will occur if you don't play correctly afterwards, and every time that happened, I remembered I was playing an indie game from 2012. A Big Scary Sound would play, and then I'd get chased around for a bit, if I didn't die immediately due to the tiny reaction window I was given. I'm not inherently opposed to the concept of a jumpscare, but these ones just felt boring. I often didn't feel they were led up to, the tension that the environment was building was not fully in sync with the what-were-supposed-to-be tension releases by the scares.

The puzzles were, I would say adequate. I'll admit, I played most of this game after work, right before bed. My brain was not fully in it. But some of the puzzles felt super "retro adventure game". I used a guide for a good chunk of the end game, and the logic puzzle with the red flowers I still don't understand. But they're good enough to keep you engaged in the world, and moving around it to see everything it has to offer.

Apparently this is a remake for modern consoles, so it has a bonus gamemode that has extra stuff in it? I don't think I'll play it now, but I might at some other time, if I'm ever in the mood for this atmosphere again.

[surftrips]

nonsense

pairing: jj maybank x reader

prompt: "you've been acting different, ya fallin' in love, y/n?"

word count: 801

author's note: this oneshot is also roughly inspired by "nonsense" by sabrina carpenter!

"Okay, he totally likes you!" Kiara whispered to you when JJ and the boys left the room to go smoke outside.

You and the rest of the Pogues were hanging out at John B.'s once again. All of them knew that you and JJ had been fooling around for a bit, so it was no surprise that he came up in conversation tonight.

"I know, and that's the problem! We said no strings attached but I fear that he may have actually caught feelings..." you responded.

"But would that be the worst thing in the world? Both of you are always running around with other people, would it be so bad if you actually settled down for once?" Sarah, the only one out of you three to currently be in a relationship, reasoned.

"Look, I don't do commitment or relationships or love. I don't want to be tied down to anyone, and he knows that!" You had a little bit of a reputation on the island for running away from any guy that showed remotely any signs of wanting to be in a relationship with you.

"Yeah, but that's still not stopping him from looking at you with heart eyes every time he sees you. I mean he practically worships the ground you walk on!"

It was true. You thought that sleeping with JJ would make your friendship more awkward, but if anything, you had only grown closer. He began calling you names like "pretty girl" and "sunshine," holding your hand out in public, putting his arm around you any chance he got. It was like he was challenging you not to fall in love with him.

And god was he making it hard. He made you only want to keep one number in your phone, his. As much as you pretended to be annoyed by JJ, you never wanted him to leave you alone.

You couldn't help it that when he got close to you, your tongue would go numb and you would forget how to speak. After your last relationship, you swore that you would never fall in love again, but here you were lying to yourself and your best friends about your feelings toward JJ.

You knew you were in too deep when you felt those cartwheels kick in your stomach as soon as he walked back into the room. You silently cursed him for the effect he had on you.

When he sat back down, he immediately put his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. He made it difficult to breathe and easy to forget you ever slept with anyone else at all, that was what he was doing to you and you bet that he didn't even have a clue.

Lying in bed after sleeping with him again that night, you wondered how you, of all people, had somehow fallen in love?

As if he read your mind, he asked in a teasing voice, "You've been acting different lately, ya fallin' in love, Y/N?"

You snorted, "In your dreams, Maybank," and went back to cuddling in his arms.

But because you were curious, you asked, "Different how?"

"More intimate, I don't know, maybe I'm talking nonsense."

He seemed to be embarrassed now that he even brought it up, but he wasn't wrong. After the conversation you had with Kie and Sarah, the only thought running through your head was the possibility of being JJ's and JJ being yours. Your thoughts may nor may not have translated into your actions tonight as you felt his touch and tried to hide how crazy he drove you.

"It's not nonsense," you said after a while, propping your arm up on one elbow to get a better view of his face.

"Oh?"

"JJ, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know we said no labels or anything... but lately I've been wondering what we are? Like is this a friends with benefits situation or...?" you questioned.

"Friends with benefits makes it sound like we're just hooking up with each other. Which we are... but it's more than that, at least to me."

You had never seen JJ be so serious about something, and it both scared and excited you.

"Are you saying... we're more than friends?"

"Look, I know you're scared of commitment and all that but yeah. I like you, as more than a friend. Do with that what you will."

For once in your life, you didn't have some quick comeback or snarky comment. You just leaned in to kiss him, smiling as you felt him grin against your lips.

"So, is that a yes?" he asked.

"A yes to what?"

"You know what," he teased you.

"Yes, JJ, I'll be yours if you'll be mine," you said, grinning ear to ear.

[sammyboyimagines]

Road Trip Pt.2

Summary: the long car ride with Steve ended when you stopped at a motel for the night. The tensions snap and feelings are released. 1.7k

again, this is loosely based on the Nancy/Jonathan plot from season 2.

Warnings: angst, arguing, language, Steve and reader are VERY MEAN. SLOW SLOW BURN

//this will probably be a 3 parter, maybe a short 4th part? Like 1k word 4th chapter? how do we feel about the one-bed trope mixed with enemies to lovers and a slight slow burn? I'm just shoving every genre in there tbh.

Two days. Two days spent trying not to strangle your ex-friend/ex-crush as he talked about his ventures with women all over Hawkins. "Do I really have to know about Heidi, Steve?" you were beyond frustrated as you sat in the passenger seat of his car. 

It was hard not to notice his hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter every time you said anything. "If you don't want to hear about it, tell me. It's not that hard.." you scoff in disbelief. "Are you kidding me-" he cut you off.

"Uh uh, no more arguing. That's what we agreed upon and I refuse to argue with you anymore." he put his finger in your face as he focused on the road, making you roll your eyes. As much as you enjoyed your times with him, he could be annoying when it came to conflict. "Yeah, whatever, mom.." your snarky comment only enraged Steve more as he pulled into a hotel parking lot. "I've had enough of this. Either you stop attacking me or I take you back home and we never talk again! Because it really sounds like you don't want to do this." Of course, he blames you...

"Remind me again who ditched who?" after no response, you had your answer. "Let's just stay here tonight and we'll go to Murray's in the morning." he starts grabbing his overnight bag, but you couldn't shut your mind off.

"I don't understand why we're doing this anyway. It's all over, isn't it? Will's home and that thing is dead!" you thought back on all the late-night drives you went on with Steve while he explained in detail how his ex just left him for the second time. You thought it was funny then, seeing how bad he was with women. Now, you just pitied yourself for not being brave enough to tell him how you felt. Felt

Those feelings left a long time ago when he decided to ghost you. "It's a Demogorgon, and don't you wonder why it even came to Hawkins in the first place? Don't you want that lab to be burnt to the ground so all of this can be over? Things keep happening with that damn lab and I don't want anything to happen to my friends and family here. Don't you want to end this?" sure you did, but nothing would change the fact that it happened and the worst-case scenario is that they move locations. You couldn't tell Steve however, he'd go off on another conspiracy rant.

"Fine, I get it." you lay your head back on the seat and look out the window. "Did you really ask everyone? Was I your last choice?" it hurt to know that he would have chosen anyone before you, but frankly, so would you. Steve gave you a look, but you couldn't tell whether it was anger or confusion. Steve wasn't angry at you, he never really was. The truth was, he didn't ask anyone else. He knew you lived for adventures like these. 

"Let's just get a room. I'm kinda tired from the long drive." Steve snuck a glance at his watch. After a 2-hour drive with you, he was exhausted. Not because he hated you, but because he couldn't look at you without feeling betrayed. After his shitty friends spread the rumor about you, he couldn't even be in the same room as you without feeling double-crossed. Also, it was now around 5 am. You just nod and open the car door, slamming it for extra effect. Yes, you were mad. He was dodging your questions!

"Can we get a room for one night, please?" Steve shifted awkwardly in his spot. You watched him, how he messed with his disgustingly perfect hair. God, he was so annoying. 

"Yeah, sure thing." the man at the counter handed him a key to a room. The hotel wasn't a five-star establishment, but it'll do for one night. Steve opened the door and sighed. "One bed. This is great." He put his bag down and rubbed his face tiredly as if it would magically fix the situation. 

"I'll take the chair, don't worry about it." you held your own bag in your hand, watching him turn to you as he shook his head. "No, you take the bed." he sighs.

"Steve, you and I both know you wouldn't get any sleep if I took the bed. You need all the energy for the drive tomorrow. Just take the bed." you appreciated Steve wanting you to take the bed. Unfortunately for him, you both were experts in being stubborn. 

"Nope, either you take the bed or I'm gonna sleep on the floor." your jaw dropped, sometimes he was fantastic at getting his way. Charming asshole. "Fine! Neither of us will be taking the bed that we paid for!" You crossed your arms. "I'm gonna go take a shower, you either take the bed or neither of us is sleeping tonight." 

You turned your back and ignored the frustrated sigh that came from Steve as he sat on the bed. Steve liked to be a gentleman, and he was beyond furious that you were being so stubborn. He understood though, he wanted to argue with you but he knew it wasn't worth it. Even if he could somehow reignite the friendship, he was sure that he would not be able to look at you without thinking about the rumor about you, that you were using him. He wanted to believe that you wouldn't, but he couldn't take a chance and have his heart broken. 

He was enamored by you, and he would have told you if his friends hadn't told him about your secret plan to use him for his money and his popularity. Deep in thought, he didn't see you walk out in your towel after your shower until you were snapping. "Hello? Steve?" he broke out of his trance and tried his best to focus on your eyes. The warm steam from the bathroom made him yearn for a long shower to clear his mind. He stood up. "I'm gonna go get some air so you can get dressed." as much as he enjoyed the view, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, even if he disliked you sometimes.

He sighed and breathed in the fresh cold November air and smiled. It was stupid, how affected he was after such a long time. Friends separate, it happens every day. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Why did you have to be so complicated?

Steve came back inside, only to be met with you sitting on the bed crossing your arms. Shit, what now?

"Alright, tell me what's going on? Why are you so quiet, ignoring me?" part of you felt he was tired of you, the same way you felt when he suddenly ghosted you. "There's a lot we need to talk about and I don't want either of us to go to bed angry. Can we at least try to talk it out?" Steve noted the hopefulness in your voice and it annoyed him.

What was there to talk about? You were using him! Pretending to be his best friend so you could get a leg up in the 'popularity war' in sophomore year! "I'm not angry. There's nothing to talk about." He sat on the chair on the other side of the room, making you laugh. 

"Really? Then why are you sitting on the other side of the room?" you pointed out. He didn't realize it himself until this moment. He was avoiding you even when you two were in the same room. He'd rather die than admit that though.

"Oh my god, can you just accept that not everything is a microaggression and that you're not always the victim?" he winced at his own harshness. You stopped fixing your clothing. "Excuse me? Since when have I said I was the victim?" he felt anger boiling inside him. 

"Since I knocked on your door, Y/n. You've acted like I've slighted you. Meanwhile, I've only been reciprocating the bullshit you've put me through since we separated!" You scoffed. Is he serious?

"Me? My bullshit? You ghosted me, and acted like we were nothing out of nowhere! Do you know how much that hurt?" Steve stood up and walked towards the door, flinching when you grabbed his arm.

"Don't walk away from me. All this time I've been thinking about why you decided to leave!" He turned around, and his face was flushed. It looked like he was holding back. "Just tell me!"

"How long have you been using me, Y/n? How long have you been leeching off of me and pretending to be my friend?" your heart sank. "What are you talking about?" Steve chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.

"No. What are you talking about? You've acted like you're so upset that we aren't friends anymore but you never even liked me! Using me for my popularity, my money, I honestly didn't think you could ever stoop that low but here we are!" Steve threw his hands up dramatically. He was done, done talking with you.

"Using you? Steve do you honestly think I would do that?" you felt yourself tear up at the thought. He didn't believe you?

"No! Don't try to lie your way out of this! You might have thought you were smart but you got caught. I was too blind to see it but my friends could. They let me know who you truly are, a snake!" he opened the door. 

"I need some air, don't wait up for me."

//whew y'all! Are you ready for part 3?? Definitely some angst smut next chapter!! Who's up for some one-bed trope?

[mochikeiji]

Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after  pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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