#i dont think i deserve to sleep but im so tired but i need to work on things

[the-fidgety-fiddler]

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[kimmkitsuragi]

not my first reaction to this information as i learned it during the intermission of challengers (yes i finally went to see it) and i was having a lowkey breakdown through the intermission and the beginning of the second half a little bit but ummm: well of fucking course i literally dont deserve anything

[watch-out-it-bites]

I believe I deserve a sweet little treat [He has done nothing important for the past week]

[blackthorndryad]

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[succulent-pott]

I kinda feel like scrap in the “bottle cap and metal rod car” sense

[givennnnnn]

today is my bday and i always forget how miserable i feel in this day

[yourlittlebunnyy]

sleepy lucien x reader

main masterlist - lucien masterlist

summary: he needs you but you're asleep

warnings: smut, somnophilia

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: im ovulating and i got carried away so yes

lucien comes home late at night. he's so tired. all he wants is a warm bath and some good sleep. he doesn't find you waiting for him as usual, tho. it's weird. he's used to be climbed like a tree by you as soon as he step into the house, but tonight you are not there.

he searches for you everywhere only to find you asleep in your shared bed, wearing one of his shirts and hugging his pillow.

he basically falls in love with you all over again. you're the prettiest angel he has ever seen in his entire life. he can't tear his eyes off of you. he steps closer, careful not to wake you up. one of your legs is hooked around the pillow, exposing your skin.

he realizes you're not wearing anything underneath. your sex is exposed for him and him only. you had fallen asleep like a good girl, waiting for him to come back. his cock stiffens in his pants, begging to be freed.

lucien can't keep his hands to himself. the soft skin of your thighs and  ass just looks so inviting... he starts with gentle and innocent caress, just wanting to feel your warmth. but he wants more. you've been a good girl for him, and you deserve a reward. he is careful not to wake you up when he quickly gets up and undress himself.

he slowly pulls up the shirt just enough to discover your lower back. he quickly licks his lips, his throat suddenly dry at the view. he's exhausted, and you're probably too, but he cant bring himself to stop, his blood his boiling in his veins.

he needs to restrain. you are helpless, you didnt even notice him. he could take you right now without any problem, but it's not fair. but... that's exactly what is turning him on so much he has to unzip his pants to free his cock - you're defenceless, free for him to use. his little princess.

his hand moves between your folds, the touch of his fingertips barely there, just enough to cover your skin in goosebumps. but you dont seem to notice, and he goes on undisturbed. his fingers find with expert movements your little button, circling it slowly. his eyes are fixated on your face, looking for any sign that you might be awake. your breath fastens, but your still very asleep.

with his other hand he pumps his cock a few times, some droplets of precum already leaking from his red and angry looking tip. he gently moves you on your back, and the vision is ethereal. the shirt - his shirt, his so thin that he can see your nipples through the frabric. all he wants to do his putting his mouth over them and worship you like you deserve. but tonight it's not about you. its about him.

he opens your legs, your sex now exposed more than ever. if you were awake, you would probably complain with red cheeks, embarrassment filling your mind. but now... he can do whatever he wants. he is not ashamed to admit that this type of control makes him go crazy.

he change position. now he's between your legs, his nose just mere millimetres from your centre. lucien could feast on you like you were the last meal in the whole Prythian, but he doesnt. he wants to make this moment last for the entire eternity, thats why he licks your folds slowly, to taste the waters. to see how you would react. you let out a sigh, your face relax even more, but other than that - nothing.

his tongue naturally searches for your entrance, hungry for the sweet nectar you're the only one capable of providing for him. his pace quickens a bit, eager to feed himself. his cock is so hard its painful, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. this is like heaven, he thinks, maybe he's dead, maybe he's really in heaven.

but its all real, expecially when he hears your little moans. he forces himself to slow down and watch your pretty face that is scrunched in a pleasured expression. he uses his hands to keep you in place, massaging your skin with a softness that causes a dark contrast with the way he's eating you out. his thumb finds your clit. lucien is needy to hear you sing for him. a particularly loud whimper excape your lips the moment he starts to draw circles on the bundle of nerves, his tongue burning inside you, deeper and deeper.

"lucien..?" you're so confused on what's happening, a moment ago you were alone in your bed and now a red head is between your legs. you're about to ask for explanation, but lucien doesnt stop his movements and the feeling washes all the coherent thoughts in your mind. "shhh..." he groans, the vibration from the sound just adding to the pleasure. "just enjoy, pretty." it might sound like an invitation, but his hand locks you in the bed and you cant move or protest even you want. not that you want, tho.

his circles on you clit became tigher and tigher, just like the knot thats quickly forming in your stomach. you call his name so many times it sounds like a chanter, you're not sure if you're complaining or asking for more with your pleas, but hes not listening either. "i'm... I'm so close, lu." you cry out. you wish you could move to stand on your elbows and look at him, but you're too afraid he will stop. instead, you just lay there and take what he gives you. "let go, love. let go." he can feel your walls spasming around his tongue, your cunt begging for release.

you're lucky that its exactly what he wants to give you. with one last lick, you fall over the edge. its like fireworks exploding under your skin, a feeling you will never get used to. he helps you get through it, keeping you in place as you try to arch your back. his tongue and hus fingers dont stop until you're begging for him to do so.

he press one last kiss to your sex and quickly climbs you, positioning himself on top of you, between your legs. "hello there." he says softly, his nose brushes your neck, breathing your scent. you smile. your hands, that just moments ago were gripping the sheets, now find their place on his hair, giving him some comfort.

a hard presence presses on your belly, reminds you that tonight is not over. he smirks just like a fox and position himself so his tip brushes against your centre. "i hope you didnt think it was over, love." oh, you have a long, long night ahead of you.

hope you enjoyed! ♡

[m1sa-w1sa]

Arlecchino x reader tender moment

Arlecchino believes she deserves a loveless relationship (based on her spider voiceline), but the reader is the affectionate type.

My favorite example is that the reader didn't sleep well and ignored Arlecchino saying good morning by accident. So Arlecchino goes to reach for them, but they grab her hand and bring it to their cheek and rest their head in her hand while still keeping their hand on top of hers. They look so peaceful at that moment. The reader slowly turn their head to kiss her palm as they rub their thumb over hers. Then, the reader looks her in the eye with a tired but loving look.

I just can't think of how Arlecchino would react to this.

(THIS IS SO CUTE TYSM ANNON!! Sorry if this is short! Im in school rn :c)

I dont deserve this but J need it..

•Arlecchino thought she was incapable of feeling love, not knowing if she will ever get love until she met you

•When you to got together she was wary of you, being slightly distant towards you but soon she started feeling more and more needy towards you

•When you were maybe making breakfast but you usually say goodmorning to arlecchino, but today you didnt..

•Arlecchino woke up going to the kitchen going towards you and wrapping her hands around your waist

•You placed a small kiss on her lips Alrecchinos cheeks heated up, she never felt this since years ago it felt nice to her

•Alrecchibo would smile ever so slightly just having you in her arms was enough to let her get through this hellish day of hers

(OK IK THIS WAS SHORT AND RUSHED BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED)

[phagodyke]

completed the game btw 👍

laptop crashed on me trying to open elden ring the final straw 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[riddlessecretss]

My dorm room dalliance - Part two (enemies x lovers)

Based on this photo^^ (aftecare)

“Fuck baby you did so well”

You smile from Mattheo’s praise, you’ve never felt so normal after sex. You get up to set yourself a shower. “Mattheo” “Yes?”

“Stop staring at my ass.” You hear him groan and light a cigarette. You roll your eyes, when is he going to stop with that?

You set a temperature and step in. You start washing your hair when it gets quiet, too quiet. “Mattheo?”…

“MATTHEO?”

You think to yourself that he probably just left. You carry on brushing through your hair and humming to yourself. Having a dorm all for yourself is great!

You finish in the shower and walk out to feel a breeze seep through the balcony door. You grab your wand and walk over to be not so graciously greeted with Mattheo smoking with his headphones on.

You snatch them and place them on your head to be met with Don’t by Bryson Tiller. Not bad Riddle. “You’ve been here this while time?”

“Well where else would be on a friday night if there’s not a common room party?” He scoffs as you give him his headphones and walk back into the room to get changed when Mattheo follows you back in.

“Are you staying here tonight?”

“NO.” He shot back.

“What do you think i am, homeless?”

“No I just thought youd want some nice company since you also have a dorm to yourself.” -Silence- “Aww y/l/n you get lonely?” He teases.

“Shut up Riddle.” You button up your pyjama shirt.

“Ill stay, but only because i’m tired.”

You let out giggle and settle in bed. Mattheo gets in after you and cuddles into your waist.

”It does get pretty lonely by yourself, you know?” He looks into your eyes, hoping for a sense of peace. “I know how you feel, i have to occupy my silence with reading, although it gets quite boring at times.”

“Hm my occupation is all this.” Mattheo holds up a book which at first looks like just doodles but holds some of his heartfelt feelings.

Turns out we are more alike then we thought.”This feels normal. Mattheo do you feel this as well.” You felt your heart skip a beat as Matheo answers with a simple yes. He holds you tighter as you two fall asleep together.

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~At around 3AM~

You wake up with a headache and as soon as you get up you instantly know why.

“Do you have to smoke that shit in here?”

“Someone’s cranky.”

“I’m not I just have a headache.”

“Here.” He hands you a box of a strange looking pill. “And what is this?” “A pain relieving pill.”

You take it without question and look over Mattheo at an empty can, a lighter and an ashtray. Where did that come from? But out of everything, even the spliff in his hand, you notice his notebook on his chest open on a specific page.

“What did you write?”

“What?”

“In your book. Can I see?”

“No.” He turns a cold shoulder and puts his cigarette out and his book in his bag. I mean i am curious but a no is a no.

You turn away too and try to get some sleep.

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~At 7:30AM~

You wake up and notice Mattheo gone. It doesn’t surprise you at this point. But what surprises you is to see his book open on the same page it was last night with a note that read:

Since i can’t let you read it when im there…

You laugh to yourself and you pick up the book to see:

I can’t possibly contain my feelings for her trapped in a box in a corner of my heart, she deserves more. Even the way she sleeps, she looks mythical. She needs to be mine…

… Decorated in blue ink doodles confessing his love for me.

“Oh Mattheo if only you knew how i really feel about you…”

Im so so so sorry i didnt post this yesterday, I suddenly got so ill and tired and fell asleep early. I hope this makes up for it. And thank you guys so much for all the likes on the Slytherin boys react: aftercare post. This is part two so I recommend to read part one first which can be found here. I dont know if there will be a part 3 tell me if you guys want one. Navaiah 💘

[indigo-o]

The Pet clown

Pt 2

I think we know who it's abt lmao

Nikolai gogol x reader PLATONIC

And some fyodor

Reader is a teenager

Tw impatient stuff depression, fyodor drugging, sleep deprivation, those annoying blankets they give at mental hospital even tho it's like -1 degrees Celsius if you know you know, talk of death, yandere fyodor, Manipulation from fyodor, Nikolai gogol, I think that's it so yeah

Angst/fluff

I wish you were here, this room is empty. White walls, heavy doors, thin white blankets, and chained blury windows.

This thin gown can't keep me warm. I know him. He just wants what's best for me. I guess that even means putting me in this room. This room to keep me safe.

Safe from me. No possibility of me hurting. I'm to sick leave this bed and to tired to talk. He says I'm helping him.

Im helping him cleanse the world of evil. So I guess if my pain will save the world I'll stay in this room.

Everybody else deserves to be happy and well so I'll hurt for them. If one death would save the world I'd die.

My body's purple now.

I hear a click at the heavy door. To my surprise it wasn't a anemic rat, it was his pet clown.

"QUIZZZZZ TIMEEEEEE! WHY AM I HERE INSTEAD OF DOS-KUN?! I THINK I HEARD YOU SAY CAUSE HES HAVING FUN! CORRECT!".

I looked at him. My eyes were heavy. But he did bring some color to the room. I smiled at him.

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't.

"Oh dove you still can't talk! I forgot! Dos-kun told me to take you outside to have some fun.".

He lied, either were not going to have fun or fyodor didn't tell him anything. Either way I was going to have to walk. I knew I couldn't but I was going to try anyway.

Fyodor knew If I could walk I'd escape from him. So he kept me physically, emotionally and mentally sick. I would have no choice to stay.

As soon as I got to my legs I collapsed, but Nikolai caught me.

"Silly me I forgot you can't walk guess I'll carry you.".

He picked me up as if I were a little kid.

"D-dont dr-rop.". I manged to get out.

"Oh dove I may be crazy but not only do we need you, Dos-kun would kill me, but I want to protect you from harm. Not like you can protect yourself in this state.".

I looked at him. Then laying on him. We proceeded to go through his cape.

We were in what seemed to be his house/apartment.

He went to put me down on his couch but he's so warm.

"Wait w-warm.".

He looked down at me.

"I guess we can go out later.". He picked me back up and took me to his bed. Laying me down cuddled with blankets, pillows and now a pet clown. I shut my eyes and finally went to sleep.

I woke up to Nikolai looking down at me.

"Am I a good pillow?". I realized how I was very much on him.

I nodded my head.

"You want to go outside for a bit dove?". He was using a soft tone.

He wasn't ever like this

Maybe because I'm a teenager but I don't know.

He got up "You slept threw the whole night, but the good thing is we have a whole day today and tomorrow, you know why?".

He leaned in close "I lied Dos-kun is away and he doesn't believe in your freedom so I'm here to show him that you're a good kid who won't run away. You see Dos-kun takes away your warmth so you can't sleep making you so tired that's why you slept for so long he wants you to be weak, weak without freedom. I'm here to give you freedom. To fly like a dove.".

He went to his closet and pulled out some clothes.

"Here's so clothes to wear so we're not caught. That sounds weird. I my dear am a very wanted person so I must look different and you can't really walk let alone the sun should hurt you eyes so if I were to be caught you wouldn't leave be caught up in it.".

What ever he said I guess.

I changed and so did he and he look pretty different

He picked me up and took me to wheel chair that he some how got, but I shouldn't question it.

He placed me in the chair and we Leigt looked like sibling going out for fun.

"F-flowers please.". I looked to him.

"You want flowers we will get flowers.".

We went to florist.

"Hi! What flowers are yall looking for!". She sounded very happy.

"What do you want dear?". Nikolai asked

While I could barely see I knew exactly what I want.

"R-rose and Lillys.".

"Of course dear I'll get right to that!".

The rest of day was amazing

I got flowers, yummy pastries and other stuff.

Who knew a deranged clown could be so kind. But at last we came back to his apartment/house.

He made dinner for us and helped me get to the bed. He tucked me in.

"Good night dove.".

I woke up

Back in the room

The room with white walls, a heavy door, thin blanket and blury chains windows. But now there wad a desk but with roses and lily's on top of it.

I heard the door click. An anemic rat with his pet clown walked in.

"You've proven yourself for now, you may keep your roses and lily's. Nikolai may visit you now and then. One thing. You may not regain full energy but.".

He stopped his words and Nikolais smile grew.

"YOU CAN HAVE A NICER BLANKET AND I CAN READ BED TIME STORYS TO YOU ONCE A WEEK!".

He ran over to with a puppy dog smile.

"Don't make regret this.". The anemic rat walked away throwing the key at the pet clown.

That was alot longer than I expected but I hope yall liked it!♡♡

[hopelessdazai]

need more chuuya TT

I'm so sleepy it's 5 and I have college in less then 2 hours uhgggg LETS MAKE A HC POST ABT IT!! I love asks with little limitation esp w my writing block. AND THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS??? I DONT DESERVE YALL ILYSM

Chuuya x reader sleepy headcanons

contents ; sfw, fem reader, lots of cuddling, tooth rotting fluff, probably typos I'm so tired.

chuuya's very strict about bedtimes. with the early 5am he has to wake up for the mafia, and the inability to sleep without you beside him, expect to be dragged off when he starts to get even a little tired.

bedtime schedules, always. he'll bring you to brush your teeth and he'll help you out if you're that tired. everything in my nighttime routine hcs :(((

hes so cuddly. soon as he notices you're starting to get sleepy he's dropping everything to come and wrap you in his embrace. it's so comforting and he adores it when you fall asleep with your head on his chest.

chuuya always hums or sings to you. that man has such a relaxing voice, and he'll use it to his advantage when he thinks you need some shut-eye. a hushed hum of whatever song he was listening to last while his hands stroke through your hair is so awdhqorjqlrj

hes a lap guy at heart. by that I mean he will pick you up place you into his lap and keep you there until you drift off like you need to. he knows how sleepy you are.

even after you're asleep, his gentle caresses won't stop. whether its a hand gently circling your back, playing with your hair, rubbing along your thigh, anything. it'll keep him idle while he focuses on something else or enjoys the feeling of holding you.

sometimes he puts movies on with the goal in mind to make you fall asleep on him. he'll leave it running in the background while he plays with your hair and rubs your lower back, waiting happily for when your weight sinks into him more.

Scenario ;

you rest your head on chuuyas chest. your body overlapping his in a way you slot so perfectly together that it's a suprise you're not lego pieces. his hand drifts slowly from your back up to stroke the back of your head. it's so peaceful.

he looks down at you, a small trace of a smile playing on his lips as he barely sees your eyelashes flutter. he knows you're falling asleep. though, chuuyas attention shifts back to the tv show he put on, a small hum leaving his throat as the midsection song plays.

the vibrations in his chest relax you further, coaxing you into a sleep you'd been declining for so long. you exhale slowly, your hand resting beside your head as you snuggle further into chuuya. letting yourself slip off to sleep.

he looks down once more. the gentle rise and fall of your chest is enough to give him a sense of butterflies, in his stomach heart and mind. there's one instinctive reaction that comes to him like this,

one day. one day he'll put a ring on you.

hope you enjoyed! I will get around to all your requests I'm so sorry fshfjshamshr IM SO TIRED I HATE COLLEGE

- Zai

[the-offside-rule]

Eric Garcia (FCBarcelona) - Chaos

Requested: yes

Prompt: Singing a lullaby

Baby Promptlist

It had been a whirlwind few months for Y/n and Eric Garcia. The birth of their daughter, Sofia, had been a beautiful moment, but the sleepless nights, constant feedings, and never-ending diaper changes had left Y/n running on fumes. "You okay?" Eric asked as Y/n groggily sat down at the litchen table. "Yeah." She mumbled. "Im just-" She paused, looking over at her boyfriend. "Look at me. I ust don't feel like I'm dping this right. It's feels like Im not doing anything right for Sofia, not to mention I have a breakout and no amount of cleanser or toner is fixing it." She rested her head on the table. "Nothing is working." Eric hated seeing her like this. She had been nothing short of incredible since Sofia was born, getting up most nights to tend to her, caring for her whilst Eric was away at training or matches. To him, she was almost like a superhero wifh everything she was doing.

"You need a spa day." Eric said, stroking his fingers through her hair. "Just you and your friend, no distractions, no responsibilities for a few hours." Y/n looked up and smiled, though her tired eyes betrayed her. "That sounds amazing, but are you sure you can handle everything with Sofia by yourself?" Eric puffed his chest out, feigning confidence. "Of course! It's just one day. How hard can it be?"

"Please don't say that. Those are famous last words." Eric stood up. "Come on, amor. I can do it. Besides, it would be nice to spend some time with her beflre the champions league starts up. I wont be seeing you both for days at a time flr some lf the games." Y/n sighed. The spa day sounded great, but she pondered pn whether or nlt Eric would be good at all this. The diaper changing, the baby feeding, all of it. "Okay, okay, fine. I'll go." Eric grinned, kissing the top of her head. "You deserve it."

A few days later, Y/n stood at the front door of their house walking Eric through everything. "If she gets hungry, I left some milk so all you really need tl do is prepare it. If she starts crying, walk around with her for a bit, that usually works. Any other problems call me." Eric chuckled. "I will not be calling you on your day off. This is a daddy-daughter day." Y/n smiled uneasily. "Y/n, I can do this." He reassured her. "You’re right. You can do it. But just, if there is a problem, you know-"

"Amor." Y/n sighed, kissing her daughter then turning to kiss her boyfriend. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too. Ill see you later!" As Y/n and her friend drove off, Eric stood in the doorway holding Sofia, waving them goodbye. "We've got this, right Sof?" He whispered to his daughter, who looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. For the first hour, everything was smooth. Eric fed Sofia a bottle, changed her diaper, and even managed to get her to fall asleep. He plopped down on the couch, proud of himself. "Easy peasy." He muttered, grabbing his phone to message some of the guys. They begged him to join them in playing Fifa, but he said no. He couldn't, not whilst he was meant to be takong care of Sofia. He instead, prompted himself to call Frenkie. "Eric." The dutchman said. "What do you do when Mikkey is away and you have to take care of the baby by yourself?" Eric asked. "Hello to you too." Frenkie laughed. "Why? Is Y/n gone shopping?"

"No, no. I sent her and her friend on a Spa day. I thought she needed it." Eric replied. "She trusted you with a baby for that long?" Frenkie joked. "You're hilarious, but seriously. What do you do?"

"Well, right now Miles is just on some sort of playmat Mikkey picked up for him back home. He likes that but I dont think Sofia is able to dp that yet." Eric's brows furrowed. "Why?" He asked. "You dont have a playmat, do you? Anyway, when Miles was that little, I kind of just let him lie on my chest or just let him sleep. They need to sleep as much as possible. Plus, its nice to enjoy the peace."

But his moment of peace was short-lived. A shrill cry pierced the air. Sofia was awake—and she was not happy. "Mierda. I'll call you back!" Eric said quicly hanging up, just hearing Frenkie's laugh through the speaker. Eric hurried over to the crib, lifting his daughter into his arms. "Hey, hey, it's okay, baby." He cooed, bouncing her lightly. But Sofia’s cries only grew louder. He checked her diaper; dry. He offered her the bottle; she pushed it away. He walked laps around the living room, swaying her gently, but nothing seemed to work. The crying continued, and Eric could feel himself starting to panic.

"What do you need, Sof? What am I doing wrong?" He muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He tried walking into different rooms, tried playing soft music, but nothing helped. Sofia just kept crying. Defeated, Eric sank onto the rocking chair in Sofia’s nursery. He held her close, gently swaying back and forth, back and forth. He was about to give up when a memory popped into his head; Y/n, softly singing a lullaby when Sofia had been crying one night. "I guess it’s worth a shot." Eric murmured to himself. Taking a deep breath, he began singing softly, his voice shaky at first.

"Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird-"

Slowly, to his amazement, Sofia’s cries began to quiet. She stared up at him with her big eyes, her tiny hands gripping his shirt as she slowly drifted off. Eric kept rocking, kept singing, even as her breathing evened out and she finally, blissfully, fell asleep. Eric sat there for a few more minutes, savoring the quiet moment, before quietly making his way back down to the living room and gently placing her back in her crib. He exhaled deeply, half in relief and half in disbelief that he had managed to calm her down.

Later that afternoon, Y/n returned, her face glowing with relaxation. "I'm back!" She smiled as she stepped into the house, her eyes immediately darting to the baby monitor in her hand. Eric was stretched out on the couch, a proud grin on his face. "How was your spa day?" He asked, getting up to greet her. "Perfect." Y/n said, leaning in for a kiss. "But I think the real highlight was seeing you on the baby monitor." Eric froze. "Wait, what?" Y/n laughed, holding up her phone. "Yeah, I had the baby monitor app open while I was at the spa. I saw everything. It was adorable. You singing to her, rocking her to sleep. I’m not going to lie, I have never been more attracted to you before in my entire life."

Eric’s face turned bright red. "You saw that?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Of course." Y/n teased. "And I loved every second of it. You did great." Eric relaxed, letting out a small chuckle. "I was a little out of my depth there for a minute. But hey, I think we made it through." Y/n kissed his cheek. "You’re amazing, Eric. Thank you for this. It means the world to me." He smiled, pulling her closer. "Anything for you. And for Sofia. But, uh, next time, maybe you can stay just a little closer to home?"

Y/N laughed. "Deal."

[seokmn]

chapter V : you were drinking without me?

wc: 868 words + screenshots

“yn!” seokmin called you out and waved at you with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling happy that you were finally able to talk to him. “hey seokmin! how was your day?”

the boy sighed and looked at you before speaking, “it was good, but also a bit tiring. what about yours?” you sighed as well, “though, i need a drink”

“got it,” he chuckled, “lets drink then!”, you looked at him with a smile on your face, “really?!” he nodded and your smile got brighter as you spoke “follow me! i know the best place ever”

you started walking and he walked right behind you, the first few minutes of your walk was silent, but seokmin got advantage of the silence and the fact that you were in front of you with your back facing him and he took a picture of you without you even knowing. after that, he placed his phone inside his pocket and cleared his throat before speaking, “can i ask you something?” he walked a bit faster so he could walk beside you.

“sure, drop the question”

“how are you so nonchalant about not having a soulmate?”

you gave him a small smile, “because in my pov is not the end of the world. sure, being loved in that way must be incredible, but im loved by my friends and family, theyre all i could ask for. when im with them i completely forget about this stupid string thing”

“i see.. to me is completely different. its impossible for me to forget about me not having a string with someone. you see, loving someone and being loved means so much to me.”

“youre quite a hopeless romantic person then, huh?” you looked at him and chuckled, “we’re here, lets keep the conversation going inside the bar”

you two entered the bar and sat down in front of a couple, you two looked to each other before getting up and sitting in another table. you ordered some beer and snacks. “so”, you took a sip of your beer before speaking again, “you said that loving someone and being loved means a lot to you, right?”

“right, i really want to live a romance, i want to feel the love. i want to sleep beside the love of my life and waking up with the person in my arms, i want to have someone who knows me more than i know myself, someone who knows what im feeling just by looking at me and always knows what to say to me, someone who i’ll be deeply in love with and makes me feel like i won the life because the feeling is mutual” seokmin looked at the couple that was far away from them since they walked away from them, “see? i want that, i want to look at the person with love in my eyes and see the love in their eyes as well”

you just sighed and nodded, “and its hard for us to have that…”. seokmin looked away and tightened his grip on his glass of beer, “this is so fucked up. everyone should deserve to be loved and to love, why does it have to be like this for us?”

“well, technically we can date, we can love and be loved so-“ seokmin interrupted you, you could see he was fighting to not let tears fall down, “its not the fucking same thing!” he took a deep breath and took a long sip of his beer, “sorry about that”

“its okay, really”

“i just dont think its the same thing, ill be in a fake relationship” he spoke quietly this time.

“so i guess you never been in a relationship, am i right?”, he chuckled bitterly at your question, “i am in a relationship” you looked at him with a confused expression, “its a long story, but she has a soulmate”

you nodded and you two continued the conversation, drinking and eating snacks. the conversation flowed into a light and funny conversation, you two getting to know each other and having fun.

eventually you started to get a bit tipsy and seokmin noticed, “i think we should call this a day” you looked at him with a offended look, “whaaaat? why? we’re having such a good time!”, he chuckled and shook his head, “yes, but youre getting drunk”

“aaand?”

“and im calling a cab to get you back home safely” he smiled and you rolled your eyes, “youre no fuuun!”

“yes i aaaaam” he said chuckling adnd making fun of the way you were speaking, “come on, lets go”

you pouted, but got up. fortunately you managed to walk without his help, once the cab parked in front of the bar seokmin opened the cab door and waited for you to get inside the car.

“wait! the bill!” you said putting your head outside the window, he smiled and pushed your head back carefully, “ill take care of it, dont worry. bye, yn”

“oh, okay.. bye seokmin!” you smiled brightly, “im so happy we became friends!” he smiled back and waved at you while the cab driver started driving, once the car was out of his sight he got back to the bar to pay the bill.

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INVISIBLE STRING

in a world where when you turn 18 you share an invisible string with your soulmate that only you and your respective soulmate can see it, seokmin, also known as dokyeom, is an actor in the musical theatre world that doesnt have a soulmate and keep it as a secret. meanwhile, yn works in a bookstore and doesnt seem bothered at all by the fact of not sharing a string with someone. is it possible to change the destiny and find your soulmate even tho you dont share the invisible string with anyone?

[beebotea]

☁️ ˖⁺ lonely together — geto suguru

pairing: geto x gn!reader genre: fluff, a smidge of angst word count: 1.8k cw: post hidden inventory arc, reader is referred to as “darling”, morally gray reader, slightly suggestive joke at the end (idk geto insinuates u shower tgt), geto calls non-sorcerers monkeys i.e.: “i can fix him.” nah. he's perfect as he is

“so if youre lonely, no need to show me. if youre lonely, come be lonely with me.”

“suguru!”

you called out from the bottom of the hill, staring up at the entrance to the temple you had seen pictures of in yaga’s office. a board filled with pins and red rope connecting to other pictures related to geto suguru’s disappearance.

the man dressed in monk’s clothing with cascading raven hair done into a half-do stopped and turned towards you.

you noticed how his eyes widened upon seeing you. he looked healthier since you last saw him.

“suguru! did you sleep well last night?”

“it was enough. shouldnt you be preparing for your mission?”

“suguru! i got us some snacks from the bakery on the way home! do you want to try them with me and gojo?”

“no, it’s alright. im going to take a shower and rest in my room. you two go ahead without me.”

“suguru! i havent seen you in days, come out of your room, please? i miss you. everything’s been so boring lately…”

“im a bit tired. i have a mission tomorrow morning. goodnight.”

“suguru. tell me whats wrong… you havent hugged or kissed or even looked at me in weeks.”

“i dont really want to talk about it right now. i need to go soon, y/n.”

“be safe.”

“suguru? so it’s true?”

“it is.”

“youre leaving us?”

“i have to. dont you think we, those who are gifted, deserve more than the reality we live in?”

“what?”

“i want to thank you for worrying about me all this time and trying to make me feel better. i’ll miss you, goodbye, y/n.”

you remember returning to your dorm that day in a daze, tears long dried during your walk home, pondering his last words to you. apparently he’d been a lot more harsh on satoru than with you or shoko in his parting words.

you wanted to hate him for leaving you and everyone behind as if none of it ever mattered. as if everything he’d said to you in the past few years was a lie.

it had always been the four of you. but now, more than ever, you felt alone. you, satoru, and shoko all had a void that no amount of cigarettes or alcohol could fill. nothing could make you forget how warm the world used to be. how beautifully the moon used to glow. how bright the stars used to shine. now, all you could see was the vast darkness in between.

although your time was spent with two others as often as you could make possible, you felt inexplicably lonely.

we deserve more?

for the first few months, you were convinced he’d gone crazy, lost his mind, didn’t know what he was thinking.

but the more missions you took and the more casualties you witnessed, you started to understand what he meant. jujutsu sorcerers walk on a thin sheet of ice separating them from life and death. all the work they do and all the sacrifices they make for nothing more than monetary compensation.

we must protect those who cant protect themselves, satoru had said. but who was there to protect us? you thought in rebuttal.

haibara yu was only 17 when he passed. amanai riko was 14 when she was assassinated. gojo and geto were 18 when they were hunted and barely survived.

was it really all that worth it?

you remembered walking through the next few months of your last year in high school barely responding—as if it all went by in a blur.

nanami dropping out of jujutsu high, gojo mastering his domain expansion, shoko getting into medical school, you receiving your sorcerer’s license. did any of that mean anything if you all just died soon after?

the only thing you could recall clearly from your last year was bejng called to yaga’s office and offered a job as a teacher at the school.

you remember getting a glimpse of his board, filled with intel and pictures noting geto suguru’s activities. you recognized the temple and the trees surrounding it in a picture.

it was near your childhood home in the mountains where an old religious took base.

“i’ll have to decline, principal yaga.”

“dont get me wrong, you’ll still be sent on missions, you wont be cooped up here all the time. you’re a first-grade sorcerer after all—“

“really, principal yaga. i dont want to be a teacher here.”

“y/n?” suguru didnt take his eyes off of you as you bolted up the staircase, wrapping your arms around his shocked body.

“i missed you.” you smiled at him, feeling him instinctively wrap his arms around your waist as you pulled away.

“how did you find me?”

“i have my ways.”

he let out a gentle chuckle, one that youve been wanting to hear so badly for the last 14 months. “of course you do.” he tucked a strand if hair behind your ear, reminding you of the sweet and gentle young man you fell for in the beginning of high school. he took a moment to take in your appearance. he hadn’t seen you in so long and would be lying if he said he didnt miss you as well.

“i missed you too, y/n. why are you here?”

“well—”

“if youre here to convince me to come back. its not going to work.”

“wasnt really planning to.” you shrugged.

“oh?” he raised his brow, taken aback by your response. it was almost as if a weight was taken off his shoulders. it was hard enough to push you away once, a second time would probably break him entirely.

suguru couldnt help but let out a relived sigh, showing you the smile youve been dreaming of since he left. “so if youre not here for that, then i take it youre still sooo in love with me then arent you.”

“hey! im still mad at you, dont act all normal with me just yet.” you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. in all honesty you should be a lot more upset, livid perhaps, by the way he left it all behind. leaving your life without so much as saying ‘i love you’ or even sharing a kiss in the 3 weeks before his sudden rampage driven departure. but the thing was, your mind couldnt seem to care anymore. your tears and anger had long run out the first three months. your grieving had come to an end almost a year ago and now, you couldnt help but just be happy to see him again.

“right. im sorry.” he never took his eyes off of you as he spoke. “i didnt want to leave so abruptly like that. its just— i dont think i could stay in that world and continue to be happy.”

“i don’t completely understand what happened, suguru, but i know how you feel…” he nodded at your reply and began to guide you into the building.

“i wouldnt change anything even if i went back. except, maybe wait for you to come to the same realization. but believe me when i say this, ive always loved you. it just didnt feel right to say anything when i couldnt even love myself.” he said, holding your hand as the two of you walked through the traditional temple halls.

“was it lonely?”

“a little at first. but not so much anymore. ive found a new family and now with you by my side, i think i can finally call it complete.” he smiled at you, stopping by two large doors at the end of the hallway. “i want you to meet them.”

“theyre in there?” he nodded.

two months had passed since you arrived on the doorstep of his temple. two months for you to feel at home and with purpose beside your new family. two months was all it took for you to be completely by his side at all times, not that it was difficult. sure he was a bit more cruel and less kind to non-sorcerers than he had been in the past. but really, who was to blame him?

in any case, you knew that you fell in love with how he treated you and how he made you feel. him being relentlessly kind to others back then had only been a bonus, really. you couldnt care less about how he treated those ungrateful animals anymore anyways.

“y/n-san! geto-san said he’s too busy to take us to the shopping district right now! we really wanted to buy new shoes this weekend.” mimiko pouted at you, bursting into your room without knocking, barreling straight into your arms and sending the brush out of your grasp.

“cant you two wait a little bit longer? then all four of us can go to town together.” you opened your arm to welcome nanako as she dejectedly followed behind her sister.

“y/n’s right you two,” you looked up to see suguru standing at the doorway, fondly smiling at the spectacle before him. “i have maybe three more clients, a shower, and then i can take us all there, alright?”

the girls perked up at his voice, cheering and running over to him.

he took a step back from the running children and held his hands up to stop their advances. “no, no, dont get too close. i still have the monkey smell on me. i cant get you two dirty, now can i?” he looked back up to where you were sitting at the vanity. “y/n, dear.”

“yes, suguru?”

“would you like to help me with my last few clients? its awfully boring without you, you know.”

“do i have to?”

“well, if youre there then i mught be able to finish even earlier than expected and we’ll get to leave sooner too. right girls?” he winked at mimiko and nanako.

they excitedly nodded and begged for you to go with him. “yeah! please, y/n-san! we’ll be good while you’re helping out!”

“alright, alright, fine. i’ll go. but no playing on my phone alright? i bought you two plenty of nice books the last time we went out.”

“we promise!” they pushed you out of your own room and towards geto before slamming the door behind you.

suguru let out a soft chuckle as you walked towards his extended arm and linked your arm with his.

“hmph. using the girls against me. you play so dirty, suguru.”

“well how else would i get what i want darling? and besides, that just means you’ll have to rid of the monkey smell by taking a shower with me.”

“perv.”

the world you lived in had started to feel lonely. those worthy of suguru’s new world were few and far between compared to the vast population of animals surrounding you. but right now, your heart feels full. even if the world outside your paradise is bleak and lonely, the least it could do was to let you stay with your perfect family and be lonely together.

a/n: yeah best reality is when geto is happy and gojo is happy and everyone is happy because no one turned evil… but if evil why pretty? our boy can do no wrong!!

[scummy-writes]

Scum my darrrrrling 👉👈

Could I pleeeeeease request 'falling asleep together with Theo? I've been thinking of him a whole lot lately 💕

Hellooo ally- this is short and based on the chapter where Mc tends to his wounds after running into those shitty art fucks (i dont remember their name, its almost 2am im not digging for it HAHA)

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It was difficult, having you take care of him. His life had been difficult, his second chance at it hardly better - so what had he done to deserve that panic in your eyes, the way you gently tended to split skin and bruises.

The hour was late into the night, and you stubbornly refused to let him be. Equal in such a trait, he stayed in the room with you, only answering a few of your inquiries as to what had happened to him. The words came out calloused, cautious, and only served to barely dull that worrying gaze of yours.

And now, you slept curled up beside him, leaning against his shoulder using his coat for warmth. He should have sent you to bed or should have stomped off to his own. But that unfamiliar warmth of care that you gave him caused him to linger, greedily taking what you'd give, despite the way his thorns strove to fight you off.

Theo was...tired. tired of fighting. Of putting up fronts and shields. He was worth nothing in comparison to the rest of the men here, yet he was the one being cared for, being trusted so earnestly. What had he done to deserve that?

He wasn't sure he'd like the answer. It could be from pity, meaning that he wasn't coming off independently enough. Or it could be from a daunting feeling he didn't want to name, not while he was still dedicating himself to revenge, not when he needed to make sure you'd go home to your own time. Surely, with the care you put onto him, it mean there were others from your time missing the same treatment, who needed it more.

As the rain continued to fall outside, gentle taps against the windows lulled his eyelids closed. The sound, mixed in with your sleeping breaths, had the tension ease from his shoulders. Your warmth felt comforting, and Theo supposed that for just tonight, he could allow himself to bask in it to sleep with ease.

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Does this make sense? No. I just thought it was a cute idea that could have happened in his route.