#workaholics

[americanperfekt]

[jimzittos]

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꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀# diary of a workaholic !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ s2 ep94⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ WHAT THE FUCK ⍰

[solemnvelvetangel]

"Come To Bed" - Ango Sakaguchi

Notes:

July 10th, 2024

Word Count: 979

GN! Reader

Content Warning: None.

Not enough fics for him, to be honest...

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Saying that Ango Sakaguchi is a hard worker is an understatement. His work is his everything, consuming his days and haunting his sleepless nights. He will spend hours hunched over his desk looking through documents, responding to emails, taking phone calls, everything a good government worker should do. He was a model worker, at the price of being a neglectful lover, that is.

You tossed and turned in your sheets, the fact that there was so much room felt… wrong. You wished that you were being smothered, that your lover would just come to bed and invade your space so you could feel a lot less lonely at night. You groaned and sat up, lowering your head into your hands. You’re not sure how much of this you can take. You were tired of sleeping alone, of waking up to no one there to wish you good morning. You knew his work was important, but…

You let your feelings win this time. You sighed, before kicking the blankets off of your body and climbing out of bed. You grabbed your robe and shrugged it lazily onto your shoulders and slipped your feet into your slippers before making your way to his office in your shared apartment. The door to his office is wide open, the light from his desk lamp dimly creeping into the hallway. You walked up to the door frame and watched as Ango typed away at his laptop. Just as you suspected.

He kept switching between typing and reading over physical documents that he had on his desk. He was so focused, that he hadn’t even heard your footsteps approach his office. He really was in his zone. Even though he was busy, you couldn’t stop yourself from slowly approaching him from behind. You lift your hands and place them gently onto his shoulders, the sudden contact making him freeze and his typing come to a halt.

“... Why are you awake at this hour?” Ango asks, his voice a bit rigid. He didn’t sound angry or annoyed that you had walked into his office unannounced, he sounded… tired.

“Waiting for you.” You replied, wrapping your arms around him and lowering your chin onto his shoulder. The smell of his cologne, the warmth of his body, and the feeling of the shape of his shoulders flooded your senses for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

“You don’t have to do that,” He said, resuming his typing once he relaxed into your embrace. “You should go rest, it’s two in the morning.”

“I could say the same to you.” You said softly, holding him a little tighter. “Come to bed with me…” Your voice sent shivers running down his spine. His heart ached for your touch, for your body to be nestled between his arms as the sound of your breathing lulled him into a calm sleep. God, he wanted that so badly. He craved it.

“I have to finish this report, you know it’s important.” He said, pushing the thought away. No, he can’t get ahead of himself. He needs to finish this project. The sooner he can finish, the sooner he can be totally yours. He turned his head to see your expression, your gaze had fallen to the floor and your mouth was bent into a small frown.

“Okay…” You responded in a quiet voice. “Good night, Ango.” You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before pulling away. His body suddenly felt cold as you exited his office. He stared at the empty door frame for a few moments before sighing and turning back to his laptop.

Instead of getting back to work like he anticipated, he sat there for five minutes just staring at what he wrote. Not reading. Just staring. His eyes were getting heavy with sleep, and all of his limbs were sore. He groaned before putting his head in his hands, cursing himself. Why can’t he focus? Why can’t he just get it all done and over with? Why did he have to stay up all night, writing a report that he could care less about?

Come to bed with me…

Those words rung in his head, silencing all other thoughts. Maybe, just this once… he’ll let his heart win over his head.

Screw it… He thought as he shut his lap top and got up from his chair. He turned off the lamp in his office and headed towards the bedroom. He lingered in the door frame, seeing you sitting up in the bed, still awake. It took you a moment to realize he was standing there. There was a long moment of silence before you held out your arms, leaving them open for him.

“Come here…” You said, and he couldn’t say no. He climbed onto the bed and into your arms, your back pressed against the mattress as he rested his head onto your chest. The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, making him feel calm and warm as his arms wrapped around you.

“What about your report?” You asked as one of your hands smoothed down his hair.

“I can finish it tomorrow…” He replied quietly. “Right now, I just want to be in your arms.” His eyes began to feel heavier and heavier as he melted into the embrace. To him, this was heaven.

“Alright,” You said, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Good night…” He didn’t respond back, you looked down at him to see that he had already dozed off. He probably hadn’t gotten proper sleep in a long, long time. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you laid your head back on the pillow, content that he was in your arms instead of sleeping alone for another night. He was here. With you. And that was enough to make you feel at peace.

[maxiglow]

resting is productive. doing nothing or engaging in activities outside the work field actually has a name, “creative leisure,” and it’s what fuels us to keep us alive and well.

resting our body & mind and doing nothing “productive” (from a capitalistic viewpoint) is precisely the best thing we, as humans (remember, we’re not machines!!), can do to be more productive and live better.

so yes, don’t answer that message outside your work hours, shut down your work computer, and go grab some snacks to watch that movie you’ve been trying to find time for and then go take a nap ♡

[l-luxem]

GIVE ME A MALE! DARLING WHO DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING 💥💥💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️

I WANT THE NONCHALANT MEN RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭😭😭👿👿👿👿⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️💥⁉️‼️⁉️⁉️💥💥

(who are also workaholics)

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK 😭😭💥😭⁉️😭⁉️😭⁉️😭😭‼️‼️😭😭‼️⁉️⁉️😭⁉️👿⁉️👿⁉️👿⁉️👿⁉️😭‼️😭

[vintage-tigre]

“But they also give you endless shit..”

[frets-kessler]

smiling friends x workaholics

[dudja]

Me when the middle aged woman I work with tells me she just got a divorce: #comedy #memes #funny

[stereoversion]

Workaholics 5.05 Gayborhood

[sitcomyuri]

Happy Yaoi Day to them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[satanasvincit]

[kallax]

[floppywings-blog]

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