Um I Don't Really Know Who To Talk To About This Bc I'm Scared People Are Going To Be Rude, But You Seem

Um I don't really know who to talk to about this bc I'm scared people are going to be rude, but you seem like a such a nice person you'd understand.

But a blogger here blocked me bc I accidentally like quite a few of their fics, and I sometimes like posts so I can read them later. But I didn't realise I liked so many until I went through my likes.

I genuinely feel bad. I wasn't doing it to be malicious or annoying. I didn't mean to spam like their posts. I genuinely liked their writing and now I'm blocked. I feel so bad and I wanna apologise to them but I cant.

I'm usually a silent reader that just likes people's writing and never reblogs or comments on them just because my blog isn't marvel related. Idk, I feel awful.

Hi, hun. Don't worry, my blog is a safe place for everyone. ♥

I got a lot of "silent" readers too. They like my stories and that's okay with me. Sometimes twenty in a row. I just think: Yep. That person is having a good time reading my stuff. 😅

Not everyone wants to reblog/comment on stories. Some people are somewhat shy too and don't know what to say/write.

I like stories too before I read them, simply to not "lose" the story. I mostly reblog and comment later, but that's not for everyone.

I know some writers on Tumblr block people who "serial like" their stories because of the lack of interaction. I don't. *I was a silent reader at the beginning too.*

I'm sorry this happened to you, and that you feel bad about it. There is no need to apologize for liking a post (or a lot). You didn’t send hate or left rude comments.

No because I have altered my settings to fit what I want to see and I still have content or fandoms that I really don't give a fuck about and less of what I actually want to see. I don't even follow those people.

"i don't like this thing and i wish i didn't have to see people talking about it all the time"

girl (gender neutral), you are on tungle dot com:

choose your fighter.

WOW it's been a hot minute since I posted! Enjoy!

YakuzaCanons Masterlist

Below are the links to all my headcanons for each of the Yakuza characters. Currently covers Yakuza 0, Yakuza Kiwami, Yakuza Kiwami 2, Yakuza 3, Yakuza 4, Yakuza 5, and Yakuza Ishin. Categories are separated by each individual character. If multiple characters are in one post, then it will be filed under miscellaneous.

Kazuma Kiryu

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Dating A Popular Male Host

Majima Goro

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Age Gap Dating Headcanon

Makoto Jealousy Headcanon

Majima Getting Doted On By His S/O

Having A Crush On Someone Similar To Makoto

Being Friends With A Younger Person

Having A Crush On Someone From Another Culture

Akiyama Shun

At Karaoke With A Shy S/O

Blorbo Bingo

Tanimura Masayoshi

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Dating A Southeast Asian S/O

Ryuji Goda

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

S/O Helps Him Bleach His Hair

Growing Up And Crushing On His Childhood Friend

Blorbo Bingo

Nishikiyama Akira

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

His S/O Calming Him Down

Blorbo Bingo

Daigo Dojima

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Office Sex Before An Important Meeting (NSFW)

Mine Yoshitaka

Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Play Wrestling With His S/O

Blorbo Bingo

Mirei Park

Blorbo Bingo

Nishida

Blorbo Bingo

Ishin Miscellaneous

General Dating Headcanons

Falling For The Person They Are In An Arranged Marriage With

Ishin Is Actually DND And Majima Is the DM

General Miscellaneous

Yakuza 4: Random Food Headcanons

Yakuza 1-4: Karaoke and Music Headcanons

How Yakuza Characters Would Celebrate Your Birthday

Yakuza 0-4: How To Tell If They Have A Crush On You

Yakuza 0-4: How They Would Confess To You

Yakuza Drink Headcanons

Yakuza 4: How They Would Text You

How They Would Text You Part 2

Yakuza 4: How They Sleep/Cuddle

How They Sleep/Cuddle Part 2

How They React To A Birthday Gift

Minecraft Headcanons

Roblox Headcanons

VR Headcanons

Sims 4 Headcanons

Just Dance Wii Headcanons

Hostess Dating Headcanons

Period Comfort Headcanons

Comforting Their S/O

Shy S/O Headcanons

Soulmate AU Headcanons

S/O With Dog Trauma

Dealing With A Kid Going Through A Rebellious Phase

Reactions To Getting Cheated On

Reactions To Their S/O Getting Badly Injured

Dealing With An S/O With A Blood Phobia

How They Show Affection

Dating A Mute S/O

Proposal Headcanons

Reactions To A Really Flirtatious Person

Jealousy Headcanons

Dating An Idol

NSFW Miscellaneous

Kissing Headcanons (Mild NSFW)

Kink Headcanons

* . °•★|•°∵[An Honest Mistake Chapter 2]∵°•|☆•° . *

You're looking for a night away from the painful thoughts of Makoto and Majima's slip up, alcohol and pharmaceuticals are a sure way to help, right? [Read More]

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Tick tock, tick tock,

The clock on the wall sung its mechanical tone whilst you sat at your desk staring at it intently, how many days and nights have you spent sitting in this office looking at that stupid clock. Tick tock, tick tock,

You could feel each muscle in your body was on the verge of giving up. You worked tirelessly in this clinic for the past week taking on double shifts and sleeping in the nurses room just so that you could stay away from home, so that you could do something to occupy your mind. You weren’t even sure what day of the week it was, Thursday, or maybe Friday. Your boss had finally told you earlier that you had to go home and give yourself some proper rest before you overexert yourself. Tick tock, tick tock, The clock struck eight, it was time to end your work week and go home. You dropped the pen that you had been fiddling with onto your desk on top of a pile of stacked papers with information about patients you had seen today. When you closed your eyes you could still see some of their faces, they were practically imprinted into your mind. What were you even going to do once you get home? Lay there until the weekend is over and do nothing, that wasn’t an option or you might just lose the last shred of your sanity. Vrrr. Vrrr. That would be the hourly text from Majima, he sure was persistent you’ll give him that. He hated being ignored, a punishment you thought was fit for the crime he had comitted against you. So why did you feel a tinge of happiness every time your phone would buzz? You went over to the coat hanger next to the medicinal cabinet and took your bag placing it over your shoulder when something special had caught your eye. There were tons of different pharmaceuticals littering your cabinet, who’s to say one of these couldn’t help you ease the pain of your situation and the inevitably depressing and long stay home. You went a little closer and opened it taking a peak at the array of medicinal bottles littering the shelves. Underground clinics like this sure had a lot of medicines some of which weren’t exactly legal but who are you to judge? Your hands eagerly grabbed some of the pill containers scanning the labels, there sure were a lot of pills here, no one would notice if one or two went missing, surely you could just fake the inventory records without too much hassle. You picked up the bottle of barbituates that could potentially be used as muscle relaxers and slipped a couple of pills into a small ziplock bag to take home. What you were doing could lose you your job but in the moment you didn’t think about that, all you could think of was making your feelings go away, you wanted to shut that part of your brain away that constantly tormented you with the thought of ‘Makoto’ and the constant reminder of of Majima’s slip up. You hurriedly shoved the bag into your skirt pocket and said your final goodbyes to your miserable doctor's office and rushed out of the clinic to go pick up some alcohol that you suddenly had the urge to consume in copious amounts. 

Noisy neighbours, check. Hallway litter, check. The smell of despair, check, there really is nothing quite like home is there? You fiddled with the lock to your door which, adding to the frustration of your already tumultuous day, had managed to jam. In an act of defiance you let out a frustrated groan and kicked the door loudly a couple of times for good measure managing to somehow fix the lock in the process, a small victory. You further kicked the door wide open and finally managed to get inside your apartment, setting down the groceries on the counter in front of you and closing the door. As you took off your shoes you could feel the way your feet were thanking you as they throbbed in pain, of course it was the busiest day at work when you decided to wear heels. You leaned your hands against the countertop for support as you took small and painful steps on the flat wooden surface of your apartment, it was cool and felt divine. It was finally the weekend, you were freely able to stew in your own depression within the comfort of your own home rather than a small office. You sighed as you took out two wine bottles from the grocery bag and reached for a glass from one of your cupboards before heading over to the couch.

Never in your life have you felt such comfort as you sprawled your aching body onto your couch, as each muscle relaxed one by one you felt an unbelievable sense of comfort, it felt like you were floating on a cloud. A cloud that soon turned into rain as the momentary sense of euphoria faded and you began to spiral into your own thoughts. What was that girl like, was she taller? Prettier? Younger? Whatever she was, one thing was for certain, she left a permanent mark on Majima. Why were you so jealous to begin with, or was it anger. You were so deep in your train of thought that you didn’t realise you had opened one of the wine bottles and held it close, momentarily staring down the neck of the bottle, swirling the red liquid inside.

Tonight you wanted to forget everything. You wanted to forget about Majima, about work, the constant hurting, but most importantly you wanted to forget about her, whoever she was. Avoidant behaviour, very typical of you. 

You felt the ziplock bag in your pocket, of course they were still in there but you felt a sense of relief wash over you regardless. Had you been caught doing this you may have risked your job and all for a temporary high, a relief from everything. “This is for anxiety…” You told yourself trying to convince the last part of yourself that this was a good idea. You opened the small pouch and took out two pills before sealing and placing the bag onto the coffee table in front of you, swallowing with a large gulp of wine. It burned your insides as the wine travelled to your stomach, an audible noise of disgust escaped your mouth as you pulled away from the bottle. You weren’t much of a drinker and the fact you had just chugged a quarter of the wine bottle had almost made you wretch on the spot. Once you composed yourself you leaned back into the couch propping your feet up and turned on the television to immerse yourself in whatever reality tv show was on right now, anything to occupy your mind.

It didn’t take long before you could feel the effects of the barbiturates you took, the high washing over you from head to toe like a gentle rain. You felt your body get lighter as you sunk into the couch feeling as though it was consuming you into the magnificent world of relaxation, all the weight lifted off of your shoulders. Your head felt pleasantly fuzzy, all thoughts about who Makoto was washed away all at once, but there was one thing that lingered. One thing that stuck with you no matter what; Majima.

Just like you couldn’t escape his constant texts, you couldn’t escape the thoughts of him. Thoughts of him holding you close in his arms, wrapped around so tightly as if the moment he let go you would be gone. Thoughts of him taking you home on those nights the two of you would go out and you’d always overestimate how much you could drink, his hands were so gentle when he would undress you and put you down to sleep, cuddling you and making sure you had enough water. Thoughts of him stopping by your office with the most menial yet over the top injuries he could conjure up just so that he could see your face and make you smile, your smile that he would do anything for. 

Why didn’t you stay that day and just let him explain himself. You missed him greatly, that fact was undeniable, so why didn’t you just call him now. The once comfortable couch now felt like it was collapsing beneath you, the pleasant fuzzy feeling turning into an agonising stabbing pain across your body. Your body felt as though you were falling through an abyss. A cold dark abyss.  

“Why…” You mumbled incoherently while rubbing your eyes, you could feel the tears stinging them. So many questions rattled your mind at lighting speed making your head feel as though it was exploding. Why did you run out? Why were you ignoring him? How was he feeling in all of this? Most importantly, did he still love you? 

“Enough…” You shouted as your body jolted up. You sat there for a moment breathing heavily, staring at the wall. The background noise of adverts coming from the tv sounded as though it was underwater, your vision was blurry and your chest felt as though it was about to explode. Everything felt like slow motion, as if your body was always one step behind your thoughts. Was any of this even real anymore? 

“I need to… call…” That was all you managed to muster as you tried to stand up off of the couch, this proved to be quite the challenge as your legs felt like jelly. Now began the strenuous task of stumbling across your apartment to fetch your phone, your mind was decided and your spirit unwavering. In this single moment of clarity as you stood up you made it your mission to call Majima tonight no matter what, no more were you going to avoid him or hide away in your office all day. No more nights where you would cry yourself into your pillow thinking of endless possibilities to who that girl was. Who cares who she was anymore, you just wanted to hear him out even if it would be the last time.

Standing upright, you took your first step. Only to immediately stumble and fall onto the couch for support, your hip had managed to hit a specifically hard edge yet the pain barely even registered in your body as your hands grasped the pillows. “I’m not giving up…” You took a second step, and then a third managing to walk directly into a kitchen chair knocking it over to the ground right in front of you consequently causing you to fall onto the floor and onto your knees. Walking while under the influence was a lot harder than you thought it to be, any sense of depth perception was lost on you, thankfully you could still crawl towards the coat hanger by the entrance. Using all of your feeble strength you pulled yourself closer and closer, what felt like an eternity to you had only been maybe a minute or so but the feeling of elation once you had finally reached your handbag was indescribable. In a moment of victorious passion you clung onto it, perhaps a little too hard, and knocked the entire coat hanger onto the floor right at your feet. You unhooked the bag and ferociously emptied it onto the floor shaking out every single thing inside, hundreds of recipts, cigarettes, a compact mirror and then…

Thud

Your phone.

The moment your eyes saw it you grabbed for it ferociously, like a wild animal who had just caught its prey. You held it close to your chest as you pressed your back against the kitchen counter. Your heart was pounding immensely yet the feeling of your phone pressing closely to your chest was somehow managing to calm it down gradually. Holding it made you feel so safe, safe enough to breathe normally again, laboured irregular breaths once again finding their pattern to normalcy. The cold stabbing feeling easing slowly as you closed your eyes and held it close. The world felt calm again as you felt the cold wooden panels beneath you. 

You flipped it open with haste and desperately tried to find Majima’s number in your contacts list, taking a long pause before hitting the dial button. 

What were you going to say? 

Tears started to pool in your eyes once again but this time it wasn’t the time to cry, you had come so far you couldn’t stop now, you wouldn’t let yourself. Before you had the chance to think this through and give up your body had made the decision for you and pressed down softly on the dial button, slowly raising the phone to your ear as you stared at your door in front of you, the dial tone echoing through your mind. You felt your whole body relax as you listened, expecting  him to pick up, yet the longer it ran the more you felt your heart sink. Maybe it was foolish of you to wait for so long, maybe you had missed your chance. The final tone rang, and with it a message;

“Aye it’s Majima, I ain’t at the phone right now but leave ya message and maybe I’ll get back to ya.”

A long dial tone proceeded which rattled your whole body. Now was your moment. “Hey, it’s me…” You could feel your mouth dry up the second you spoke. You took a deep breath. 

“I’ve been thinking things through… that’s a lie, I-I’ve just been thinking about you…” Your other hand grabbed your throat clawing at it almost as if you wanted to rip the words out. “I hope you’re alright… God Goro, I’m so embarrassed because I miss you, I do.” Tears permeated in your eyes, your eyes stung as you spoke your truth through a surprisingly soft voice. Timid and quiet, almost like a confession. “And I wish you were here with me… but I understand if it’s too late for that.” There was a weight lifting from your shoulders with each sentence you breathed into the phone in the quiet of your apartment. “Call me whenever you can, take care of yourself. Goodbye.” And with those final words you ended your voicemail, your hand holding your phone went almost limp dropping the phone to the ground with a soft thud that echoed in the darkness of your home, when did the tv turn off, you thought. That call had seemed like it lasted for hours and yet despite that you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Sure your future with Majima looks uncertain at the moment but in the moment it felt as if you were willing to accept whatever lay ahead for the two of you. You managed to lift your body from the ground where you had sat on the cold wooden panels, you were as light as a feather or so you felt. Maybe it was finally time to go to bed and try to catch some much needed rest, the sudden rush of emotions had completely drained you physically and besides your vision was getting slightly blurry, or was it always like this? You took careful steps towards the bedroom door making sure to walk around the chair that you had knocked over onto the ground, that’ll be a problem for tomorrow instead. You gripped the door handle and pulled it down, opening the door ever so slightly before you felt a heavy feeling in your legs as if you were bolted to the ground, the next thing you knew you had fallen to the ground and passed out, your body finally reaching its limits, giving out for the night. 

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'I'd literally kill if I had the chance to get Shay Cormac and Alucard from the Castlevania series with me. I can imagine these handsome men destroying my bussy and filling my mouth with their precious cum. I could literally stare at their naked bodies for hours… like a fly captured in amber.'