Why Can't He Be Real - Blog Posts

day two of simping for Eiji okumura I need him to hold me in his arms, don't pretend like he isn't strong he was an athlete for God's sake I NEED HIM AGHHDFHGJHEGJ

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My love for him grows everyday.

I swear, every time I have a crush on someone. A voice in the back of my head keep saying.

"Yeah he's cute, but Jake Kim is better."

Idk know what to anymore?!!?!?! I wish he was real!!!!! 😭😭

The photos are not mine.

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gn reader. sfw. slow mornings with sunday. i like the idea that is quite clingy / dazed when he first wakes up. petnames used; my dear, my angel. penacony sunday. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist

it was a rare occurrence for you to wake up as SUNDAY still remained next to you in bed. normally, the head of the oak family would've long started his day before you, having to leave quite early to make a start on preparations and his ever growing schedule.

but today seems to be an exception to that as you roll over onto your side, surprised to feel his familiar body heat still sinking into the space next to you. it urges you push yourself up to rest on your forearm, squinting down at him in wonder if he's a drowsy hallucination or a dream as you press your palms into your eyes.

your sudden movement seems to rouse sunday next to you as he grumbles to himself, still finding waking up to be as much a struggle as he always has- even considering how often he has to.

you found his habits in the morning to be quite charming, in the rare moments you got to see them that is. uncharacteristically to what people may expect, the oak family head did not immediately wake up ready to take on his day; with his polite tone of voice and immaculate, tidy appearance.

in fact, sunday didn't wake well at all,

quite the opposite actually as he rests on his pillow now, gazing up at you as you stare back down at him and he offers you no more than a bleary blink before his eyes are closing again and he's trying to tug you back into him.

he sighs when you dont budge much- willing himself to speak despite the way you can tell he'd rather not, "is something the matter? but do tell me it is not time to get up yet, my dear." sunday's voice sounds gravely and low, matching his still drowsy exterior, although comforting enough for you to wind up wriggling yourself closer anyway.

its a movement that he seems to be quite pleased to welcome, holding you into him as your fingertips press beneath the fabric of his night robe, feeling him shudder as they dance along his bare skin.

he was quite the picture of sin in his morning state actually; the darker blue robe he favours as nightwear seeming to drape itself messily from one of his shoulders, revealing the smooth plains of his bare chest and collarbones beneath as the gold embroidery still makes him seem akin to royalty. his usual perfect hairstyle is more of a mused bedhead now and his face is puffy and flushed from sleep still.

he almost looks dazed as he blinks at you slowly, clouded gaze and parted lips, it takes everything in you not to giggle at sunday's adorable state.

"nothings wrong. just surprised to still see you is all." you say softly as you lean in to press a quick kiss against the tip of his nose and it makes him scrunch it ticklishly. he follows the movement with a sigh before his eyes are closing again and he nuzzles into his pillow,

"hm? yes well, rest is important after all. so we mustn’t let the opportunity go to waste." sunday's way of speaking is slow and drawn out, like drowsy-drunken sentences that sound barely strung together.

although you find the opportunity to see him like this quite amusing, you can't help but want to enjoy it a little longer. especially given how irregularly this happens, he can't really blame you.. you're sure he'd feel the same if he were to see himself right now.

but then again, maybe not.

you remain staring at sunday as he rests opposite you, his brows furrowed as he melts into his pillow and breathing softly as you squint at him through the still dimly lit room.

"you know im pretty hungry actually." you speak again, just above a mere whisper and even though he stays silent for the most part, you know he's awake when his fingers squeeze at your waist.

"has talking in your sleep always been a quality of yours, my angel? i'm afraid i don't remember having much.. experience with it, is all." sunday responds flatly, almost sarcastic in his drowsy state and it makes you snort for a moment before you compose yourself again.

you opt to wriggle yourself into his chest a little more as you push yourself to accompany him on his pillow, sinking into the plush cushion and your lover welcomes you despite being half asleep. he hugs you close to him, similar to how one might hold a plushie before he nuzzles his face into you.

your lashes flutter as you find yourself quite comfortable, fingertips keeping themselves busy as they trace the outline of sunday's pecs beneath his robe. although every featherlight touch seems to make him twitch, followed by a soft sort of sound that he's most likely unaware of in his dreamlike state.

you sigh as he hugs you and you feel his arms around you tighten, a wordless sort of welfare check. "i mean it is around time for breakfast, you know." you hum, curiously and he seems to mirror the sound unknowingly.

"ah yes.. breakfast." sunday's sentence seems to trail off at the end, you're not sure if he's even fully asleep or fully awake right now. if you ever had any bad news to break to him or a favour to ask, you're sure this would be a preferred state to do it— he'd most likely give you whatever you wanted.. although unknowingly.

you manage to free yourself just enough to pull back and look at him again, admiring the features on his face as he rests beside you; from the curl of his lashes to the way his silver hair frames his pale skin.

it makes you hum, appreciatively and you feel sunday's hands squeeze at your waist, like he knows you're staring.

"it would be nice to eat together for once." you whisper into the space where you both take a breath and you watch his brows twitch before he moves closer by an inch, putting you almost nose to nose.

"mm, yes. and I shall see to it..." sunday grumbles, "in due time that is." before ultimately rolling onto his back— making sure to pull you with him as you end up pressing into the crook of his neck, half resting on top of his chest as his arm squeezes you into him tightly.

his voice seems quieter now, like he's back on the brink of sleep, "you seem to quite comfortable, after all. a moments rest longer shan't bare too many consequences, should we allow it." his fingers seem to take an almost convincing stance, smoothing their way along your skin in sleep-inducing circles.

although you can't deny that the new position and the close sound of sunday's soft breathing seems to be making your eyelids feel suddenly heavy themselves. its almost hard not too find yourself nuzzling into him, far too comfortable in your own suddenly drowsy state again.

"okay, maybe in a moment then.." your voice sounds, half-conscious as your lashes rest closed with your next blink and despite how tired your lover seems to be, if you were to look at him now you'd see the way he seems to be smiling.

sunday leans over to press his lips against your hairline as his breathing seems to sync with yours, shushing you lightly—

"shh~ now, my angel, we mustn't let this opportunity go amiss."