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the-anastasia · 1 month

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Carry on my wayward son

There’ll be peace when you are done

There’ll B̸̛̥͎͚͚͍̲͔̳̱̥̫ͯ̑͑ͮ̈́͗̌̂̌̅̈́̌̂ͯ͋̓ͭ̉̃̾̒͞ĕ̛̬̼̋̚ peace w̷̶̸̢̢̢̛̹̪͓̫̣͖̜̜̥ͤ̿̍̔̄ͣͩ̐ͣ͋ͫ̇̔ͨ̍̒͒̌ͧ̀ͦ̉͘͜͟͝͝ẖ̶̶̶͚̰͈̗̝̜̦̥̱̭̭ͨ̒͋̏̎̔̑̚͟e͕̞̮̗̣̅ͬ̈́͘n̴̶̵̷̨̢̘̲̼̭̲̬̮̘͙̟͍̺̹̭ͣ̾̿ͨ̆̉ͨ͊̒̒͌̅̍̕ you a̵̧̞̺̤̝̦̗̫̣ͭ͊͗ͦͥ͋͂ͦ̃̊͂̽̈́̓̆̿̒̚͟͞͞͡͡ŗ̡̨̼͉̣͙̪̞̦͙̓͌̉̓̂̑ͫ̋̐e̸̸̴̸̳͖̻̲̜̩̮͖͚̹̞͓͖͆ͮ̔̊̐̊ͤͪ́ͯ̀̀̕̚͡ͅͅ ḏ̛̱̫_̴̴͈͙̮͇̩̫̺̹͉̝̀ͣ̔͒ͣ̓̀͆͂͒̆̈́̚͟o̶̶̷̢̧̨͙̜͉͈̲̩̜̪̹̦͙͙̓ͩ̀͊͊̈́̐ͯ͗̋̑͛̌͂ͩ͑̐̔͟͜͞͠n̺̏̚ę̵̷̡̼̞̺͈̰̼̜̘̼͙͇̠̟̲̙̘̥̳̟̟͖̯̭ͫ̋̈́ͭ̐̌̀ͣͯͨ̐̄͑ͮ̕

T̡̻̱̞͔͂ͪͬ̈́ͨ̋͛͋̚͜͝͡_̢̩̺͍̗̖̘͆͌̈́͘͟͝ͅh̵̨̢̛̗̦͖̞̳̞̥̰̦̗́͋̈́̽̽ͤ̒̐ͦ̇ͨ͋͛̋̐̉ͣ_̣͙̻̦̎̀̏̎̾̒͞e̥̥͒̎ͪ͢ŗ͙̠̠̝͙̬̮̊̈ͬ̑̐̈͠e̵̻̹͎͓͌ͥͦ̽͗̀́͊ͬ͐̚͢͡’ͮl̶̢̨̹̳̺̞̫̼͎͌ͧ̉̈́ͫ̔͐̊̀ͦ͠͡ļ̴̠̼̰ͯ́͛ b̘͇̟̯̙̙̂͗͜ę̶̶̧͓̼͖̬͖̗͙͉̮̘ͬͭ̅̈̐̀̕ͅ p̫̈̋_̷̴̢̨̧̜̘̱̺̈̋̓͗͆ͤ͆̆̚͟͠ȇ̸̬̟̦̟̺̖̗̹̹ͣ͗͗̄̔̒͛̂ͥ̉̎̈͆̊̈́̀̍͆͋ͫ̋̋̕͘á̴̸̫̻̺̬̺͉̻̂͂̔̈ͧ́ͧ̊ͨͤ͒͜͜_̷͈̫̯̔̃̓̈̓͠͞͝͝c_̖̘̾ͭͣͧ̆͗ẻ̷̢̡̻͍̟̭͕̫̙́̿̆̆̾̌_̜̏̅ ẅ̧̡̥̼͇̫̩̮̖͔͈͕͕̞͈̽ͭ̾̽̿̉̐̍̆͂̂̽̑̑́̀̾ͩ̎͠h̴̨̠̲̭̣̞̯̙̼͔̟ͧͦ̔͋̐̑̽ͦ̊ͯ͘̕͟e̢̿̓́̊̕ṋ͔̤͍͌͌̄̈ y̸̷̵̵̨̟̟̦̜͎̟͈̖̥̜̹̰̲̳̦̳̤̟̞̔͆̈́̿ͪ̊ͨ̋͂͐̑́̊̏̚͢͢͢ȏ̵̢̥̼̝̊͝ṵ̴̧̰̫͍̖̠͍͊̓̒_̶̧̠̬̝̭̮̗͎͛ͩ̃̔̀̏ͨͩ̃ͣ̀͛̀ ar̢̛̗̖͕̥̮̭̼̜͉̦̿̽͋ͪ̐̋ͦ̏ͭͫ̌ͅe̛̹̬͚̤̣̭̗͇̓͆̊̀ͯ̎̓ͮ̅̍͘̕ d̰̣̫̙̱͈ͬ̑ͥͣ͛͌õ̰̯̋̐ņ̴̵̛̖̮͕̻̬͔̱̦͚̪͓̣̗ͧͣ͌͂ͯ́ͩ̇͛̆͗̋͒͛͑̐̎͢ë̶̷̵̸̛̹̭̫̭̫̭̤̭͕̲̒ͧ͂͛̑̊̆̔͊̎̎̐̇ͥͨ͐ͦ̿͝͠_

T̸̨̢̢̨̧̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̛̛̛̛̥̩̠̜̞̗̩̱̭̲̥̟̪̣̮̖͓͈̖̩̰̮͕̰͖͔̱̦̠̼̮͓͔͓̱̦̩͖̺̖̯̞͖̜̬͍̯̘͉̜̼̻͎̫̱͓̗͔̥̦͚̬̯̼̤̮͈̠͓̹͈̞̠̫͇̮̖̱͖̣̝͇̗̭̙̮̗͉̘͙̳̟̞͎̫̞̮͎͇͚̠̫̜̳̜͚͎͖͖̫̻̪̳͈̞͉͔̬́̀͒̉̔̿͐̊̎̑͊̒̄͗̽̀̔̎͋̿͆̃̔̾̂͂͒̅̊͒̎͛͑͛̌̍́̈̓͗̉̈́́̏͊͛̑͆̽͊͊̃̓̇̆̒̈́̑̐̎̋͊͑͌͊̐͌̈́̉̆͌̒̔̆̅̎̒̀͛̇͑̽͋̓̆͌̂̇̍̐̅̚̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅḩ̸̨̨̡̢̧̛̝͖̖̯͈̪̟͈̖̻̞̗̬̬͍̬̟̼̘̖͎̤̦̙͖̝̰̱̻̲͙̯̏̄͆́̈́̀̈̋̏͐̾̐̔͌̂͌̉̀͒̐̋̒̑͐͋̈́̓͐̀̉̑̾̾̑̌̊͛̋͐̏̆̇̈́̍͒͌̚͠͠é̷̡̡̨̨̧̧̡̢̧̧̛̲̘̺͔̺̭͉͕̯̰͕̯̼͚̥̤̺͎̹̳͇͚͔̞͉͉̦̦̟̭͎̻̙͚̥͙̖͇̯͇̦̖͔̮͇̯̩̲͍̭͙̪͔̄̈́͑͌͛̈́̓̊̍̔̾̐̒̿̓̅̋̃́̉̽̀̍̿͂̃̽̎͐̃̀̈̌͑̈́͛̑̇͛͘͘͘͘͜͜͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅŗ̴̡̧̨̢̧̢̧̨̧̧̡̢̛̭̩̯̳̤̰̹̠͔̳̝̫̼̼̜͙̲̹̰̙̣͍̫̤̩̬͙̬̺̲̜̩͖͉̠̳̺̟̺̪̪̼̦̻͚̱͙̻͓̩̬̝̦̖̞̜̬̺͔̻̰͉̖̞̬̮̟͓̫̱̝͇͙̝̪̪̩̪̗̖̤̤̫̥̜͓̫̲̦̲̥͎̹̝͉̞̳̗̘͚̘͎̰̲̳̯͕̖͈̯͍͙̌̓͗̏̄̆̌̈́̄̉̇̑͊͐̀͋̂̇͛̾͑͗̏̑͐̏̽͆͒͌̒̊̇̾͊̀́͆̊̽̏̾̾͊͋́̾̇̈́̈̂̆̋̌̎̈́͗̓̐̀̓͂̓̅̑̾͋̚͘͘̚̕̕͘̕̚̚̕͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅĕ̸̡̨̡̧̢̢͖̜̘͇̹͙̮͔̤̺̣͚̯͕̟̻͉̖̫̟̝̟͓̼̬̠̝̰̭̺̟̝̙͈̯͈̺̻̱̬̗̳͖͈͙͈̫̥̟̯͕͚̤̫̝̘̫̭͎̖̯͚͇̫͙̺̓͆̊͌̐̉̍̔̀̎̂̾̊̊͗̈͛̃͗͐̑͆̍̈̐̆͐̆̔́̀́̀͋͐͐̽̆̋̄͛̾̑̾̊̔̌̓̋̃̑͗͗̅̓̿͛̕̕͘̚̚͜͠͠͝͠’̴̨̡̢̨̧̢̧̢̨̢͙̘̣̮̰͚̣͉̤̹͚͙̩̣̤̪̟̦̩͖̣̬̥͙͈̞̥͎̩̳͇̩̞̩̻̻̹̣̼͉͇̠̤͈̻̩͉͍̩̪͍̻̣͎̣͉͎̲̥͚̠̒̆̑̏̈́̏̂̑͋̔̏͊̚͜͠͠͝ͅl̸̢̨̡̡̧̡̨̨̟̮͍͍̺̤͈̮͔̟̳̰̺̹̺̮̟͖̣̤̱̱̱̻̻̼̹͇̳̮̦͈̗̫̼̠̲͙̗͍̜̲̼̲̖̜͉̼̘̬͉͖̳̞̯̬̓̐͛̑̍̄͂̕͜͜ͅl̴̡̧̢̨̛̛̯̪̲͈̬̩̘͙̩͈̟̭̼͈̼̞̱̙̩̣̣͙͈̹͓̎̒̇͛̃͛̏̔̄́̂͂̂̐̅̂̄̌͊̀̉̎́͒̃͂̑̄̇̑͌̈́̄͘͠͝ ̵̡̢̡̧̧̡̨̧̧̧̧̛̛̟̙̗͓͓̼͍̞͓̙͖͕̟̦̯̠͈̰͙͍̱̭̳̣͍̹̳̮̖̳͖̮̼͈̺͕̦͓͔̣͔͈͇̳͍̩̤͖̲̹͇̫̞̠̦̙͇̹̘͔̥͇̬̬̳͖͕̘̟͚̬͇̰͓͈̰̩͎̣͔̮̙͚͉̼̙̳̫̘̠̩̬̥̪̰̰͖͚͎̱̘̙̠̩̙͙̺̃̔̋̉̊̀̓͒̉̈́̾̐̉͗̌̈́͗͂̽̓̿͛̎͑͗̐̔͋́̆̊̑̓͑̊̍͊̄́̊͊̐͒͒̃̽͐̔̊̅̈̄̿̅̓̀̌̐̑͆͐̃͐̚͘͘͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅb̷̧̢̢̡̧̢̨̨̧̮̫̤̱͙̱̟͓̮̘͍̺̳̬̣̤̱̤̣͇͖͉̘͔̻͍̲͚̻̟̯͖͙͈̹̜͇̱͖̯̲͇͍̝͈̗̟̱̫̟̺͔̮̙̹̬̙͐̊̉̇̒͋̈́̿͐̒̀͋͌̅̈̔̀̉̿̔̎̂̍̅̋̓̄͂̈́͒͌͐̔̑̏͗̐̈́̏͑̓̋̊̿̽̊̆͗͂͊̒̍̉̌̎́̓̈́̅̈́̈́̀̿͒̒͋̀̄̏̀̀̀̇̑̑̄̓̾͐͐̋̅̊̇͋̍͂̑͊̕͘̕̕͘͘̚͘̚̚̕͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠e̸̩̞̭̫̥̬͉͙͉͙̩͍̰̠̟̳͇̟̥̹̗̣̼̚͜͜ͅͅ ̵̢̨̡̛̛̳̰̗̬̺̣͈̳̩̜͓̱̹̝̰̺̼̤͉̦̤̠̮̳̗̹̳̬̳͇̦̬̼͙̩̩͕̻̘̤̞̒̐̽́̃̇̑̀̌̿͆͑̀̓̽̄̆̆̓̒̿̋͛̀͌̏͒̈́̏̄̏́̇̏̈́̾̑̑̂́̃̈́̈̓̅̌͑̄̎͊̊̉̏̈́͊́͊̆͊̐̀͑̌̈̎̚͘͘̕̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ṕ̷̧̨̧̨̢̡̧̨̼̩̞̫̮̠̞̲̯͕̦̯̟̤̲͖̠̭͍̱̩̦̩͔̟͙̜̝̪͇̫͍̳͓͔̤̜̙̫͔͕͚̟̻̻͉̘̩͖̞͈̝̜͍̻̗̓̒̀̓ͅͅͅȇ̷̢̡̡̧̡̨̡̡̢̡̧̨̢̢̧̮̙̝̭̗̰̬̻̖̞͔͎̭̤͖̘̮̠͙͍̫͍̼͕͇̻̹͔̬̬̟̗͓͚͉̙͉̻̱͙͙̠̤̦̹̩̙̯̖̹̝͚̦̝͇͎͖͈̖̟̦̤̞̭͚̟̯͔͖̱̥̠̟̺̘͈̗̼̘̦̗͓͉̤̹̺͈̲͎̠̪̳̘̫͍̭͉͕͎͉̼͈͈͔͚̼̰͈̮͍̦͖̼͍̠̗͙͖̪̝̗͚̇́̏́̿̽̂̀͌̑͛͑̈́̏̈́̽̋̀̽̎̌̈͒͐̋͋͗̏̈́̌͛̎͊̅̈́́̈͘̕̚͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅà̴̡̡̢̧̡̛̛̛̪̘̩̝̟̰̲̝̣̠̖̭͚̣͓͓̬̲̣̮͎̖̲̼͈͎̺̗̮̩͇̩̪̹̫̞̤̙͖̭͆̏͋̈́̏̀̔͛́͋͛͋̑̎́̄̊̒̔̈̈̀̌͗̆͊̆̉͒͌̿͑̋̓̔̌͗̅̉͒͐͂̀͗̐̎́̉͛̇̅͌̐̾͗͌̅̔̆́̽̈́̅̄̅̃̑͒̎̀͑̈́̌̀̿̿̀͐̒̈́́͊̿͗̓̓̒̑̈̿̈́͒͊̒̇̒͛̓̏͐͐̀̌̓̐͒̓͑̅̓̀̈̀̿̊̓̆̚͘͘̚̕̕̚͘͘͘͘͘͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅͅç̶̧̡̛͕͇̭̥̝̫͖̲͈̼̯̯͍̠̜̖̭̺̯̝̤̘̫̰̝̘͉̝̤̫̻̫͌̉͆̍̃́̋̊͑̄̏͊͂̓̄͌̅̆̀͋̂̓̄͊̆͂͗̑̓̋̌́́͊̑̒͋̉͋͊̐̒͊̍̈́̍͌̊͛̉́̇̂̀̈́̒̈̊͒̑́͑͆̿̾͆̀̈́͌̕͘͘̕͘͠͠͝͝͠ͅę̵̢̡̨̨̨̢̢̢͍͉̣͖̺͔̙̭̘̼͖͇̙̝̤͚̜̳̪̠̟͕̥͉̼̩̘͕͎̪̲͇̣͓̗̜̭͕̻̜͎͖̲̗̫̺̘͔̭̯̬̲͙̠͙̉͑̏̒̒̎̏̂͗̏̒̈́̚͜͝͠ ̸̡̡̡̨̡̢̧̡̧̧̧̡̧̧̛͕͎̝͚̥͚̱͙̮̣̪̱̜̝̺̻̥̙̮͈̻̙͓͖̘͚͓̻̜͇̪͉͚̲̘̜̼͖̭͕͉͈̠̥̮͔̘̥̪̠͈̺̰̯͇̰̟̯͚̥̥̠̗̳̫͔͕̣̺̬̞̫̭̪̲̞̳̥̬̮̪̠̞̖̞̬̳̫̳̥͇͙͍̱̤̳̘͚̩̳͕͎͕̼͉̩̝̮͉̙͔͙̤͇̮̻̲͍͍͇͐̈́̈́̊͛͋̾̇́̈́́̀̔̂̂̎̍̀̔̊́̉̐̕͜͜͜͜͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ

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#there’ll be peace when you are done #where is the peace #where is it #where #misha collins #supernatural convention #supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas

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#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #fanart #art #my art #jack kline #dadstiel art #dadstiel #dean and cas #Cas and dean are jacks dads #domestic destiel #I love soft domestic bliss #this is what ‘there’ll be peace when you are done’ looks like

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alloutshirt · 11 months

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#one day there’ll be a day where i don’t have to read dumb shit when it comes to zayn #but like on both sides!!!#like if you don’t like him fuck the fuck off #and if you like him you don’t have to shit on the other boys #like i Do Not Understand #they’ve all matured and made peace and have so much respect and genuine love for each other #why can’t you do the same #or at least be quiet #no one wants your opinion when you literally know nothing #like imagine getting your fave talking for the first time in six years and you still take time to put down ppl you pretend u don’t like #this isn’t a competition #these boys have been through fucking shit way too young and huge shoutout to them for where they are now #each for their own achievements that are all equally admirable #here we love we love zayn and we love the boys and we love 1d and if that makes you mad then get well soon i guess <3 #x

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starlooove · 10 months

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#torn between this nigga is such a loser #and this nigga was high asf when he said this #if Tim Stans weren’t so annoying i could make pothead tim jokes in peace #but instead of it being funny they’ll be like he’s so badass he’s high all the time or whatever #like there’ll always be that feeling of adoration under #but also it’s so funny that y’all wanna act like tim can’t take care of himself #but he is usually shown eating extremely healthy with the exception of zesti #and for the spleen angst to exist he HAS to be careful with himself bc he’s literally immunocompromised #so it’s also funny if he’s just. the pinnacle of good health #like his room is dirty but he also has a specific workout and diet plan he follows religiously #Billionaire Boy Tim Drake says NO to vape #‘you don’t wanna end up like my father 💔’#(disclaimer his fathers death had nothing to do with drugs we don’t know why he said that)#lame ass

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brainrotarchive · 7 months

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what if in 20 years I’ll enjoy a quiet night in with my wife and there’s carry on my wayward son playing on the radio and I’ll still feel my soul leaving my body for a second-

#I watched that fucking show when I was 14 and I doubt I will ever feel normal #I can’t even look at men in trenchcoats without thinking about cas #there’ll be peace when you are done WHEN #supernatural #destiel #spn

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thatsveryood · 2 months

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I’m not gonna say I was “normal” about it, but I was More Normal about Destiel these last few weeks while wrapped up in all the 911 return and the news meme has dragged me kicking and screaming back into Pain™️

#im not okayyy #the meme delivers psychic damage every time it’s on my dash #i will never be free #there’ll be peace when we’re done my ass #spn for ts

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padfootastic · 2 years

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For the ask thing - thoughts on jegulus as a ship? I dont think i ever saw you talk about it

ooooh there’s a good reason for that lol

jegulus just really, really annoys me and i’ve been trying to stop myself from shitting on it publicly no matter how much i’ve been tempted recently bc of some truly terrible takes bc it’s got a really temperamental fandom and i don’t wanna tempt their ire towards me lol

i will say tho, not commenting on the ship itself, but part of its fandom’s habit of minimising regulus’ actions/personality/death-eateriness for the sake of their conscience has resulted in some truly bizarre evolution of his character/relationships & some impressive cognitive dissonance.

Send me an ask with ‘thoughts on ___’

#i feel like i’m already too close to the fire with the r/s commentary #and j*gulus is on par w that one in terms of invoking frustration #for slightly different reasons #so i’ve been trying to exercise some restrain for as long as i can lol #i’m sure there’ll come a time when i’ll just get way too annoyed and make a rant post #and inevitably get myself in hot water #but until then i’ll enjoy the leave and lovely anons 💀#enjoy the peace*#it will never not baffle me how a death eater fandom can be so rigidly puritan?#maybe bc older death eaters attract a diff demographic? 🤔 and this one is more of the younger mwpp?#whatever the reason tho—the way i’ve seen them behave online towards not just others but their own creators is off putting and kinda scary #ask game #pen’s asks

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fantasywritten · 2 years

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@monkeybutcher

" Youse bettah' act careful-like, slick! This is OUR hideout! The Butcher Gang! You're talkin' to the genu-wine article! I ain't one-a those cheap knock-offs! " Not only could he talk but he could swing on pipes and hang by his feet. He pats his wrench into his glove " Who are yas? And why shouldn't I butchah' youse like lunch meat? " [[ For Henry! ]]

SHIT — the last thing he’d wanted to do was run into the Butcher Gang. He supposed he should feel lucky that there was only one of them, but still. His grip on the handle of his axe tightened, and Henry let out a sharp exhale. “My name is Henry Stein. I used to work here — I’m NOT HERE TO HURT YOU, I promise. I’m just trying to LEAVE this place.” He took a deep breath, never taking his eyes off the other. “Um… you wouldn’t happen to know the… the way out, would you?” He managed a small albeit NERVOUS smile.

#hope this is ok!!#✽ (098.) there’ll be peace when you are done; lay your weary head to rest (henry)#monkeybutcher #✽ (answered) — ask and you shall receive

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multimuse-rp-archived · 2 years

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henry’s bio is here!

“NOTHING ever lasts forever.”

#✽ (124.) there’ll be peace when you are done; lay your weary head to rest (henry)#open starter tbt.

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drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs · 10 months

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the boys deserved to have their dream beach episode

#dfvq liveblog #dfv queue #dfvq spn #spn10x18 #since when do we get what we deserve #there’ll be peace when?#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel winchester

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lale-txt · 1 month

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❥ falling asleep besides you for the first time ↳ w/ Toji, Naoya, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Higuruma, Sukuna & Choso

a/n: this came over me like a fever dream during another episode of insomnia. some of those drabbles are a little sad, i apologize. it's what you get with all those tragics characters. reader is gn!

word count: 1.4k

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t even want to fall asleep; it’s not like he had a good night of rest ever since… well. He tells himself he’s just gonna close his eyes for a bit, stretched out on the couch next to you, his weary head in your lap. There’s still blood on his hands and on the side of his face, he’s gonna get cleaned up in just a bit, he mumbles, but the words come out heavy and drowsy, and your fingers are tangled in his hair now and your voice is this sweet whisper, baby, I love you anyway, and Toji–Toji just gives in. For the first time, sleep doesn’t come over him as a heavy veil, as if he’s drowning; for once it’s something peaceful, something quiet. Something he welcomes. Next to you, you with your fingers woven between his, you who loves even the broken parts of him, you with quiet love and reassurance that you’re still gonna be there when he wakes up again.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 hasn’t had another warm body next to him under the covers in a long time. He doesn’t realize how much he missed this until your body melts into his, one leg swung over his thighs, your arm sneaking around his waist and your head finding its spot in the crook of his neck. His cheek falls softly against your forehead when he pulls you closer, breathing in the scent of you that’s the closest to home he ever felt, pressing kisses on the crown of your head. It’s not just lust–oh, he wants to devour you, but there’ll be time in the morning–it’s the absence of loneliness and unspoken confessions. Higuruma can tell when he’s falling in love and in this moment he’s wading deep, deeper through his feelings for you, biting his tongue so they don’t spill out all over the pillows and into you. You already know anyway, and when the sun comes up again, you’ll lick them from the cave of his mouth like a prayer.

𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 can’t fall asleep, not on his wedding night, not when your mouth is whispering all those words he’s demanding from you. His cheek is pressed against your palm while he’s pinning you down, almost nuzzling into it like a touch-starved stray, golden eyes lingering on you. Say you’re mine. Again. Say who you belong to. Mine. Mine. All mine. He isn’t aware how pleading he sounds, how raspy his voice gets the more you obey, every time you sigh his name so softly into his open mouth. Naoya doesn’t care if you’re lying, as long as you wear your wedding band on your ring finger for everyone to see. You’re his to keep now, and if he could have it his way, you would be forbidden to leave this bed forever; he wasn’t aware just how much he had craved the presence of another being by his side at night, one who doesn’t leave once he had his share of pleasure. No, you’re his now, and before sleep eventually finds him, he’ll make sure to sink his teeth into you till his name rolls off your tongue like a lullaby.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 doesn’t let go of your hand; he’s afraid it’ll go cold if he allows himself to let his guard down even for one second. This isn’t how he had imagined spending the first night with you. Not under the fluorescent lights of the infirmary, not with your body wrapped in gauze and machinery monitoring your heart rate. It dawns on him as he’s sitting on your bedside–how attached he’s gotten to you, then: How he had almost lost you today. He squeezes your hand tighter and sighs, his weary head sinking down on the mattress. Your fingers twitch and find their way into his hair, combing through it weakly. As if they say, it’s okay, I’m alive, you’re not to blame. So please don’t leave and take all your love with you. And Nanami takes your hand once again and kisses your fingertips, pressing promises against your skin, promises of a future where you and him can just be, one where he can finally put all of these feelings down, down in your open and gentle palms for you to keep.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 is clingy throughout the day, but even more so at night. He doesn’t like the eerie quiet that settles in once the sun has sunken, not when he can listen to your steady breathing next to him instead, so naturally he feels a rush of joy when you push your futons together for the first time. His heart is beating way too fast to find sleep now, his eyes taking in everything about your sleeping figure, from the way your chest rises and falls to how your nose scrunches slightly for a moment. Choso wants to know what you’re dreaming about, what colors your dreams are, and if he’s ever in them. He wants to engrave himself into your being, wants to keep you wrapped in his arms forever. His kisses feel light against your skin, careful not to wake you but enough to fill his desire. Choso loves you with his entire being, and sleep is merely an obstacle, cutting away from your time spent together–though he must admit, his eyes flutter shut quite easily in your embrace.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 realizes that his idea of ‘sweets in bed’ now has a double meaning, seeing you sprawled out in his sheets with candy wrapping paper clenched between your fist and more of it lying on the floor. Cute, he can’t help but murmur as he lays down next to you on his side, mustering you with an amused smile on his lips. When he told you to knock yourself out on the sweet souvenirs he brought, he didn’t assume you would take it that literally. His thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth, collecting some of the powdered sugar that’s still stuck there, and Gojo could swear he never tasted anything sweeter than this when he brings it to his tongue. He gently replaces the trash you hold onto in your sleep with his fingers, woven between yours, and pulls you close to him, his tall figure embracing you; and for the first time in a long time, Gojo feels a wave of calm wash over him, allowing him to exhale and sink into a dream almost as sweet as you.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 doesn’t know why he keeps entertaining your antics. Sharing a bed, sleeping together side by side? How utterly foolish, but as to be expected from a mere human; they’ve always been like this, seeking comfort and warmth when they’re the most vulnerable. Of course a predator like Sukuna wouldn’t have to worry about sleeping safe and sound. Yet still; he can’t help but let his gaze linger on you, wrapped up in his embrace, four arms holding you in place on top of him. Everyone else would freeze in fear, but you? You snore quietly without a single worry in the world, knowing you have a king watching over you in your slumber. Sukuna huffs but still brushes a strand of hair out of your face. Maybe he’ll tell Uraume that you’re off the menu, for now. As long as you know your place–in his embrace, wearing his marks with pride, providing a sense of comfort Sukuna had never known before. Fool, he mutters and rests his chin on top of your head, not sure if those words were for him or you.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 doesn’t question when you knock on the door of his dorm room, asking for shelter after a particular nightmare. He hasn’t found any sleep yet anyway. When he lifts up the covers for you to slip under, he’s surprised that you don’t even hesitate to do so, wrapping yourself around his body as if it was molded for that only. Geto can tell that you’re trying not to tremble, but the nightmare still lingers. He knows it all too well. His fingers brush through your hair when he pulls you closer to his chest, as if this could prevent you from falling apart–though deep down he’s aware that he might be the one on the verge of breaking. You know it too, don’t you? Geto is tired, oh, so tired. The kind of tired sleep can’t fix, and he can’t help but wonder if this would also be the last time that you’re in his arms, clinging onto someone who is long gone; a version of him that he shed together with his dream of letting himself love you.

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kaeyas-beloved · 1 year

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It’s The Way He… || #2

Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Dainsleif, Heizou, Itto, Kaveh, Xiao, Wanderer

Summary: Just cute/heartwarming/breath-taking things he does <3

Genre: Fluff + Snippets

CWs: gn!reader (you/your), injuries (Cyno), petnames (my love; Kaveh),

a/n: did a pt. 2 because the last one got lots of love and I though they were really cute so I wanted to do some others <3

|| Pt. 1 ||

Alhaitham

It’s the way Alhaitham props his chin on you - your head, shoulder, just whatever is easiest at that moment - as you read. His eyes, a beautiful mix of green and orange, will skim the page you're on. It's no quantum physics or retelling of historic events, but if you like it then he'll give it a chance. Just, don't be too upset when he asks you to read faster, he wants to know what happens next is all.

"Are you almost done? I've finished the page. What? What's that look for?"

Cyno

It’s the way Cyno is so serious as he dresses your wounds, a stark contrast to the genlteness of his touch. It doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut, a rash, burn or a gash from battle, it’ll receive the same level of attention and care from the general. If he had it his way he’d get Tighnari to fix you right up, because at least Cyno knows you’re in good hands, but that can’t always happen, so he’s your next best. In a way that’s alright, at least this way he can personally see to it that you’re looked after.

“This will sting a little, sorry, but it has to be cleaned. I’ll try to lessen the pain as much as I can and finish quickly. If you’d like, I can tell you some jokes to take your mind off of it?”

Dainsleif

It’s the way Dainsleif never forgets the little details about yourself. You could mention it once and he’s already committed it to memory, he's committed you to his memory. For 500 years he's walked alone, maybe not always physically, but it still felt like there hasn't been anyone with him. You are the first connection he's had in so long, and even if he's doomed to live long past you, the image of everything that creates you, he’ll will himself to remember for as long as he can, because just the thought of you makes him feel like he's alive once more.

“You told me once that the stars brought you peace. I thought it’d be nice to look out at them tonight, for they too do the same for me. However, if I was to be truthful, you, without a shadow of a doubt, bring me the most peace.”

Heizou

It’s the way Heizou leaves a riddle on the kitchen counter for you every so often before he leaves for work or errands. There’ll be clues scattered around the house for you to find as well, each one becoming more cryptic than the last. Of course, he knows you well enough to not make them so tough you can’t figure it out. He wants you to receive your prize after all~

“Did you figure out today’s riddle?” … “Heh, that’s correct, I knew you’d get it! Now, come and claim your reward. I think you’ll really enjoy it this time~”

Itto

It’s the way Itto runs up to you the instant he sees you in the streets of Inazuma, arms ready to grab hold and lift you as high as he can or as high as you allow. He'll even do a little spin with you he's that happy to see you. It doesn't matter if you’re alone or with someone, he is a loud and proud oni who shows off the person that owns his heart!!

"There you are my partner-in-crime, my beetle battle buddy, my number one! Say, if you're not busy how about you tag along with me? I just found this awesome raman place that's pretty cool if I do say so myself. How about we check it out?"

Kaveh

It’s the way Kaveh readily helps you with your outfit and any bells and whistles that go with it. As a renowned architect there are times where he’s invited to formal events, and you are his first go to for a plus one. And where there’s formal events there’s formal attire, and the hassle of making sure everything is perfect. Be it a tie or some piece of jewelry, Kaveh and his keen eye for detail are there to help attain that perfection.

“Ah, here, let me help. Sometimes, it takes another pair of eyes to catch if something’s off. Of course, you look stunning regardless my love. There, shall we head off?”

Wanderer

It’s the way Wanderer stumbles to match your pace. For as long as he's lived he's moved at his own pace, never once slowing or playing catch-up for others. For you though, he'll stop to admire the things he's overlooked due to his immortality, he'll race to make sure you don't run too far from him that he can't raech you. No longer does he run away from those he loves, now he runs alongside them.

"What? You stopped for a flower? It's pretty? Please, I can think of many more things that are prettier than some flower, but I suppose we have some time. Who am I to stop you from doing what your little heart desires."

Xiao

It’s the way Xiao carries with him the little gifts you give. May it be a flower, a picture, a letter or another object of some kind, the yaksha will have it tucked into the safest pocket he has. To you it may have just been something you picked up or made while thinking of him, but for Xiao, it’s his good fortune charm. Something that has a tangible weight to it, his constant reminder that someone is waiting for him back home. However, he can never bring himself to tell you this, covering up the why he brings it everywhere with some barely strung together excuses or redirections.

“Of course I’d take it with me, why would I not? Huh? You think I’d have no real use for it? Tsk, you still don’t know the ways of the adepti, do you?”

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snowyquokka · 1 month

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Hey I saw that you wanted ideas for some angst, thought I would shoot my shot. What if one of or all of them idk you choose the boys calls reader clingy and reader gets insecure about it. It's okay if you don't feel like it tho. Take care of yourself and drink lot's of water❤️❤️ I'm new to your blog but I really love your work hope to see more of it in the future❤️❤️❤️

CLINGY

cw - non idol!minho x gn!reader, angst (😈), swearing, fluffy ending, hurt comfort kinda

wc- 1.1k

a.n - IT’S DONE !! i am exhausted but hey it’s out 😭😭 anyway i’m sorry for being a bit MIA lately, i’ve been having a bit of a rough time but it’s getting better. i’m not sure if i like this piece or not tho :((( I LOVE YOU MUAH <3

AND I JUST REALIZED THIS IS MY FIRST LINO FIC OMG THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY

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All day, the silence in the house seemed to echo with Minho's absence, each tick of the clock stretching the worry tighter across your mind. The morning had started off on the wrong foot, with Minho oversleeping- a rare occurrence which in turn threw off his whole routine. The rushed breakfast, the hasty goodbye—everything felt off-kilter. It was unlike him to be late, especially for his job at the veterinary clinic, a place he often described as his second home, where he could merge his passion for animals with his skills in care and healing. The hurried departure left a cold space in the wake of his frantic energy.

The argument from the night before added layers to your concern. It was one of those disagreements that seemed trivial in the light of day, yet in the shadow of the night, it had grown into a monumental barrier between you two. It wasn't just the words exchanged or the silence that followed, but the unresolved tension that lingered, making the air heavy with unsaid apologies and unexpressed affections. The fact that Minho had been irritable even before the argument didn't help, it only amplified the discomfort, casting a shadow over his usual bright demeanor.

As the day dragged on, you found yourself glancing at the clock, counting the hours until Minho's return. The thought of him dealing with the stress of work on top of everything else weighed heavily on you as guilt settled in. It wasn't just the worry for his mental state, but also the longing for reconciliation. You knew the importance of mending the rift, of clearing the air with conversations that bridged the gap between hurt and healing. The thought of him walking through the door, the opportunity to start anew, to offer a smile as a peace offering, became a beacon of hope in the slow march of the day. But as you continue to relive the argument you can’t help the pang of sorrow that strikes your heart like lighting, complimenting the storm of emotions whirling about your being.

The dispute sparked when you casually asked him about his day. To you, it was a simple question, but Minho perceived it as intrusive, deeming you "too clingy" and expressing his exhaustion with what he viewed as your constant nagging.Since then you’ve been running yourself into the ground trying to get as much stuff around the house as you can. If Minho comes home to a clean house, you think, then there’ll be one less reason for him to be irritated with you.

The sound of keys jingling faintly outside the door interrupts your thoughts. You had just finished cooking dinner and were plating it just in time as Minho to strolls in.

“Mm,“ he hums in approval as he wraps his long arms around your waist, gently tugging your back to his front. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he speaks, “Smells good, baby. Thank you.” You hum and nod, not sure what to do. He was just complaining about you being clingy but here he is, swaying you side-to-side. Minho clearly sensed your apprehension and pulled back with a sigh. “Why am I getting the silent treatment?”

You aren’t sure how to respond to that. You weren’t purposefully trying to ignore him, you’re just confused and you don’t know how to voice that. “I’m not giving you the silent treatment,” you turn around towards him and lean back against the kitchen island, using your hands to brace yourself.

Minho hums and folds his arms over his chest. He raises a brow, wanting you to continue. You huff and tip your head back for a moment before looking directly at him. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to come off too clingy.” Your tone came off a little harsher than you’d planned and you watch as his expression shifts into something more serious, guilty even.

“Shit, baby I- I didn’t mean it, you know that. I shouldn’t have said it and-” You shake your head, effectively cutting him off.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just-”

His eyes begin to soften as he inches back into your space. “Hey. Hey,” Minho murmurs as his hands find purchase on your shoulders in an attempt to provide at least some semblance of comfort. He’s always been the type to have some sort of contact when talking to you like this. It makes it feel more personal, more sincere, especially when he ends up apologizing. “Don’t do that, you know I hate it. I’m the one who should be sorry, okay? I’m sorry, I was just stressed and I know that isn’t an excuse.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you, I made you upset.”

Minho shakes his head. “I want you to ask about my day, I want you to show that you care. It makes me feel important. You make me feel important.” You pull your lip in between your teeth, a nervous habit you picked up as a child.

"Are you sure? Because I will-" Minho clicks his tongue and leans his forehead against yours, his brown eyes sparkling.

"I never want you to feel insecure about anything I say, regardless of what it is. I understand I can be hot-headed, and I'm working to fix that, but I want you- I need you- to tell me when I’m doing something that’s upsetting you. I love you and I promise you I didn’t mean any of it.” He presses a soft, chaste kiss on the tip of your nose with a smile. The action makes your stomach erupt with butterflies and you know everything will be okay. You’ll always bounce back and find your way back to each other.

Minho looks down and locks his pinkys around yours before looking back up at you. “You okay now?” You nod and lean against him further with a content sigh.

“I love you too, Min.” Minho begins to open his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

“Even if you’re a dick sometimes.” You say with amusement laced in your tone and a grin.

“I guess I’m lucky you put up with me then.”

“Now you’re getting it,”

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tags: @godslino @seungseung-minmin @myseungsunglove @azuna-sz @kaiyaba @solisyeah

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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hey! could i request a james potter x reader fic pls?? i have been thinking about him specifically non stop and now i just wanna be domestic and cute with him-

Me too lovely :')

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 661 words

You’ve told James that you’re painting your toenails on the kitchen counter because it has good light, but he knows it’s really because you want to be near him. He’ll have to clean the counter again after you go, but he’s not complaining. He wants you near him too.

And anyway, the kitchen does have good light. It streams in through the window to tangle in your hair and glance off your skin, illuminating the concentrated set to your mouth as you bend over your foot on the counter.

James kisses it lightly, and one corner of your lips quirks up like you’re trying to stop it but can’t quite manage. You taste sweet and a bit tart.

“Don’t mess me up,” you warn. “This is my last coat, it’s do or die.”

“Stop eating my blackberries,” he counters, “and we’ll see. No promises.”

You finish with your nails, setting the brush back in the polish and nabbing another blackberry from his bowl. James gasps, betrayed though not surprised. He pinches your side.

You laugh, leaning away from him fruitlessly. “Stop, I’m going to knock polish onto the rug!”

“You could at least vary your snacking,” James says. “My fruit salad is going to have hundreds of pieces of melon and two blackberries if you keep on like this.”

“I just like blackberries best.”

“So does Remus,” he chides with no real severity. “And when he gets here later today and they’re all gone, who do you think will be blamed?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling angelically. “He doesn’t need to know there were going to be blackberries in here to begin with, does he?” you ask. The hope in your voice sparkles like sunshine off the ocean.

James caves instantly at that tone, but he pretends to take at least a second to mull it over before capitulating. “Fair enough. Have at them, lovie. Leave no trace.”

You descend like a hawk upon your prey, clawing through the bowl of fruit and popping blackberry after blackberry into your mouth.

“I’m thinking of going to the store in a bit,” you say.

James grins down at his cutting board, slicing the skin off a wedge of cantaloupe. “To replenish Remus’ blackberry supply?” he asks. He knows you’re too tenderhearted to truly rob his friend of something he enjoys; you’d be racked with guilt for the rest of the night.

“To get lemons for lemonade.” You touch your big toe delicately, testing the dryness of your polish. “And if I stumble upon blackberries that look good while I’m there…” You shrug, turning away from him like you think you can hide your smile. As if he can’t hear it in your voice. “Then maybe I’ll grab some. To keep the peace.”

James reaches over and grips your foot, channeling as much love as he can fit into a good squeeze. You gasp and nearly shriek when his thumb digs into a ticklish spot on your arch, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from tipping off the counter. He sets a hand on your side to help, and he can feel your ribs shaking as you laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughs. “I forgot about that spot.” He didn’t. “Wait for me to finish and we’ll go together, yeah?”

Your nose scrunches with your smile. “Why, you wanna keep an eye on the blackberries?”

“I was thinking we’d just get extra,” he proposes.

You hum contentedly, and he takes the invitation to get further into your space, his hip bumping against your leg. “That’s very chivalrous of you,” you reply, your teasing softened by fondness.

“Well, I do try. Pretty girls need to be kept happy, yeah?”

You laugh again, grabbing James’ face in both hands. He knows when you let go, there’ll be sticky purple fingerprints on both of his cheeks. He doesn’t mind.

“Flirt,” you accuse.

James pushes forward until his nose is pressed up against yours. “Only for you.”

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everybody’s falling in love but me

⟿ wc; 2k+

⟿ Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn reader ; dramatic fluff, for me this is really a cute fic, hope you like it

⟿ have you ever felt like everyone’s been experiencing love and relationships as if it was a trend and you’re getting left behind? I wrote this fic because of that

He hears another rant from Atsumu. Hinata rushes to guess, and Sakusa doesn’t need to listen further to determine what this is all about.

Love. Again.

How long did Atsumu’s previous partner lasted? Two weeks? 6 days? A night?

He sat at the gym floor and sees Bokuto smiling cheekily despite his girlfriend coming over to scold him for overexerting given his shoulder injury. Hinata is on a call with Kageyama, grinning and jumping, as if practice was not tiring enough.

He passes on Atsumu’s request, heavily declining to stay up until midnight taking care of wobbly legs and liquor drowned cognition. And for a well-built set of athletes, it sure is a heavy work.

Besides, the topic will be the same. Atsumu vents, hogs all the drama, Bokuto and Hinata would comfort him while Meian tries to give a man-to-man advice. And when the night breeze grows heavy and their hazy eyes starts to cloud with brimming tears with a weird mixture of laughter, only tales of love would escape their lips.

Sakusa shakes his head and hurries packing up knowing the blonde setter would drag everyone out for a drink. And no matter what kind of opinion he says, his teammates would point out his own demise. Right, he is not even in a relationship.

All his friends seem to feel warm and giddy talking about the important people in their life. Sure, their partners had flaws, but all those details seem to fit the puzzle. Drawn back by time again and again, as if tethered by invisible threads of affinity, through complains and smiles, they keep coming back.

Like it was meant to be.

Even if it meant his heart would always be at the edge of heaven and hell all the time?

He likes his comfort zone as it is even if it means he is alone. Alone but not lonely, well, most of the time.

Sakusa can’t fathom the idea of how they can be willing to gamble on the table, hoping that their partner would show a card of heart.

Of all computed probabilities, love must be a question of chance.

Dumb luck. Fate. Destiny.

Whatever it is, his walls are tall enough for love to even take a peek.

Sometimes, confusion spreads over him, was he being left out? Is his heart just half a piece and there’s actually a need for someone to complete it?

Actually, he never liked putting much effort in liking someone. Simply, the time and attention to spend, he thinks it is not worth it.

He assumes several points, mostly illogical, but he thinks otherwise.

First, to get used to someone’s warmth and the eternal winter that would follow once it’s gone. Second, he doesn't want to be a memory in someone's past, archived and forgotten as though once upon a time, he was just a side character in a story.

Lastly, but of course you will never hear him admit it.

He feels scared. Once he ends up alone, back to how he always was, he does not know how to cope with such loss.

With that, he prefers not feeling anything, getting attached, or falling in love at all.

There’s the constant fear of being left alone and hurt. For a heart to get used to a rhythm and then long a melody of what your heartbeat used to dance to.

But of course, he knows it is more complicated than that. And it was never easy admitting it. It’s hard to express this feeling. Of hoping to love and be loved, at the same time still enjoying the peace of solitude.

It seems to be an ignorant bliss, when you don’t know love drawn along the lines of commitment. Sure, he can admire someone but not in a way there’ll be a ring on his finger someday and vows will be exchanged.

His feelings were often intellectualized, and the words just never materialize.

There’s another fear that lingers, that admitting his feelings means a promise. That he will never leave them too.

What if his feelings change along the way?

He admires the concept of affection and intimacy but not when it is about someone’s name to be carved in his heart.

It seems fun. No, fun is not the word for it. It’s difficult to describe, but loving and being loved must be something special.

‘Who am I to find joy in such experience?’ He often asks himself.

So, he will simply think about this for a few nights, or days, or during showers, in-between tv shows, just enough to acknowledge this feeling and let it go.

See, there’s a lot of issues he is still working on. And may it be a decade or a century, he wishes to be well prepared before he falls in love.

Because he knows when he falls, it will be like gravity had him on a chokehold.

“You’re meeting again?” Bokuto asks. Suddenly, everyone’s attention is on him.

It’s an early end for their practice today. It barely warmed him up. Although Sakusa protests, he plays anyway. He grumbles but still plays volleyball all too well. Hinata complains how he can hate and love a thing, and still be good at it.

“Right Omi, I wonder why’s that” Atsumu sneaks a remark, with a hand placed on his shoulder, eyebrows wiggling. His teammates are too good at jumping, often at conclusions.

“It’s for that case settlement” Sakusa replies.

“The house ownership?” Everyone pauses to listen as Atsumu speaks. “Wonder how someone did manage to scam you” Atsumu’s right. He thinks of himself as ahead of analyzing people, turns out he’s vulnerable when someone offers something with the label ‘sale’.

“Why not let it go? You’re rich, unless you want to keep going on those ‘case meetings’ huh”

Sakusa simply sighs. The scammer was caught months ago, but there wasn’t any progress on who gets the house. Sakusa Kiyoomi, who finally decided to buy a house, somehow ended up tangled with you.

Both of you paid the full amount for the house, caught off guard by the ‘sale’. Said it was 50% off (it never was). Truly, the scammer knows capitalism by its roots, selling the house to both Sakusa and you, presented as a bargain but gained twice the amount. And unfortunately, the money was gone in thin air. The positive side was, it was named after you and Sakusa but both of you have to decide how to settle the ownership.

The judge suggested two options:

a) one gets the house, the other compensated with money

b) sell the house, both gets compensated with money

However, both of you refuses to give away the house. It’s a perfect deal, both near your workplaces, spacious, newly renovated, completely furnished, and has that perfect aesthetic of the interior you both dreamed of.

Sakusa already told this dilemma to his teammates. He has no choice, it’s been months, and both of you kept meeting but ends up arguing. No wins, no losses. A perfect stagnant problem.

“Let Kiyoomi enjoy his dates—”

“It’s a meeting” Sakusa retorts.

“Right, and the sun’s a star” Atsumu rolls his eyes.

“It’s a star?” Hinata quickly replies, with furrowed brows.

“Well, whatever you call it, seems like you’re enjoying anyways” Atsumu shrugs. Bokuto and Hinata nods.

“They’re annoying at best” Sakusa replies, massaging his forehead thinking what chaos it will be again later.

“If you don’t like each other so much, why bother meet all the time?” Hinata asks.

“Specifically, at least twice a week” Bokuto agrees.

And Sakusa’s left defenseless. His walls came crashing down.

He ignores everything they say after, as he usually does. He finishes packing up and proceeds to check your message. He searches the location where your date will be—discussion, he smiles at his silly mistake.

On the other hand, you are getting uneasy how today will turn out although you are sure an argument will be present. It’s quite a joke you kept meeting someone despite your desire to avoid things that are a waste of time.

Meeting Sakusa is not a waste of time, isn’t it?

You deny the excitement building up waiting on him as he shows up in gym clothes compared to your academia themed outfit. It was like someone on a fitness journey was meeting up with a crumbling postgrad student.

With black sweatpants, an inch higher than his ankle, and his regular fitted black shirt, you spot Kiyoomi. As marvelous and nonchalant as ever.

Kiyoomi looks from outside the cafe’s window and pauses for almost a minute, thinking of something nice to say.

You also prepared a few phrases on your mind, something about the weather. How cloudy skies compliments the hue of his hair and eyes, captivating his features so well.

But the moment you meet, and words come out from your mouths, he was baffled how something about the weather turned into an argument about ecological footprints. Maybe because Kiyoomi kept on using his car despite the training venue being streets away. You point it out and Kiyoomi would never admit his purpose of hoping to drive you home sometime. So, he contradicts your words by the number of items you kept on purchasing and why consumerism keeps on depleting the earth’s resources.

After some lengthy banter, silence precedes.

But Sakusa wonders what remains loud, no one’s talking but something remains loud.

Then he realizes, there’s the beat on his chest.

He begins to get baffled by how many paradoxes can exist all at once.

Like how he can hate your guts but keeps making his days available just to see you.

How can he be so selfish of not wanting to give up the house just so he can hear you ramble about your life, why it was your dream house, how can it benefit your working hours, and how you hate pets are not allowed in your current apartment complex.

He hates this. How his practice tires him out but ends up coming back to meet you. Like it was meant to be.

You could also list your reasons to hate him.

You hate how he becomes silent suddenly. But his nonverbal gestures tell a lot and more than what you need to know. Like how his lips slowly lift when your reasoning was actually right. Or the way he orders for the both of you and never misses any detail, he gets it right without even asking you. Even the way he leans forward slightly just so he can hear you clearly and remind you he is listening whenever you share anything.

You begin to remind yourself, think with your head not that thing in your chest.

Of all computed probabilities, love may not be a question of chance…but a choice.

Dumb luck. Fate. Destiny.

Whatever it was, he might be slowly getting it.

You are not there to complete him. Neither he does. But simply sitting in front of him, with his pretty hair, and cute grunts. And all his snide remarks, the comments how your outfit suits you, remembering what your favorite coat is, his random sarcasm, how he remembers all the stories you told him.

His mandatory habit of collecting the receipt with your doodles, how he informs you ahead of his schedule making sure you are a part of it, and simply being with each other.

It is not just a question what this situation is. It is an enigma.

You hate him.

And damn right, he hates you too.

But you both say goodbye with smiles on your face.

Another meeting is set on a shared online calendar you previously both agreed on.

Also, the house still belongs to both of you.

a/n: I admit I get jealous of the "love experience" and I admit I never tried a relationship. Because like what I wrote, it was not the fear of love, it's the fear of losing someone you love.

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