amajiki tamaki imagines

seven

writing a long fic (tamaki x oc) but realized the first part of it could go here since it's not specific, so have this ig. 

if anyone like, wants to read my long fics (i have a ton, but the main character's usually an oc so the entire thing is 'personalized' per se) you should tell me, because i keep them to myself because i think no one wants to read them (i have documents upon documents of unpublished work because i'm a pussy). 

warnings: angsty? he's just daydreaming (or night dreaming? dreaming?) about my oc (in this case, you) 

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he lies awake in the middle of the night, listening to the tiny hum of rain drops falling from where he left his earbuds beside him. the light from the phone illuminated briefly from when he let his hand fall while still in its grasp.

he lets the drip drop play, the sound becoming more and more irritating as the minutes ticked by.

but in his mind, he kept replaying the scene of her excitement, her smile, her hand reaching for his. his cheeks flushing even though there was no one in the room, he brings his hands to gently press against his burning face.

and he groans at himself, yanking the earbuds from his phone and turning over. he curls into a fetus position, burying his cheek into the pillow while thinking about how desperately he wanted to be the recipient of her attention. he furrows his eyebrows, his fingers grabbing at the sheets as if he could pull his dream from them and into reality.

it'd been seven years and he was positively bursting at the seams with need.

he felt like tantalus, his mouth parched with a pool of cool, crystal clear water in his view, yet unable to drink. his stomach empty and positively grumbling with an entire feast laid out before him, yet unable to eat.

he whimpers into the pillow like a pitiful puppy before scolding himself and his pathetic behavior, begging for his brain to allow him to resign.

she'd never like him.

she was focused. too talented. too bright. too happy. too caring. too amiable. too gentle. too driven. he was just a black hole, draining her energy and giving back... nothing.

she was too good.

but his brain apparently hated him, so he allowed himself one more night to imagine himself in her arms, hugging his pillow tightly as he lulled himself to sleep.