#THEY HAVENT HUGGED EACH OTHER ONCE ALL DAY

[spaciebabie]

ive been running this shadowpeach shimeji on my laptop for a full day and these guys keep doing the hug animation initiation and just standing there and not hugging each other and at some point i had one macaque and one swk on my desktop and jokingly said out loud, "lol you're not hugging each other what you want a hug from me or something?" and the macaque shimeji RAN OVER FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SCREEN TO MY CURSOR and did the hugging initiation animation and i know its a program i know its a program i know its a program its not real i know its a program. why did my heart leap out of my chest.

[yizhou-time]

[ 20.08 ] mafia!hongjoong — hurt to comfort (?)

warning/s: mentions of kidnapping, is this a sickfic 😭

rina’s notes: LOOK WE ALL SAW IOMT I COULDNT NOT???? i havent proof read because i dont do that baddies trust their instinct :) also i love writing for hongjoong it's so easy because like omg i love him

“i’m a grown adult, san.” you frown at the man looming over you. he shakes his head and pulls his handkerchief out of his suit pocket. he considers handing it to you but watches you as you cough and moves to wipe your nose for you. “i’m an adult with a cold, you’re doing too much.”

he continues to wipe your nose, even hongjoong walks in. “an adult who was kept in a flooded basement. you wouldn’t be ill if you weren’t put in that situation. a situation that you were put in because of us. stop downplaing everything please.” he puts the handkerchief on your bedside cabinet and strokes your hair before walking out, giving you and your boyfriend some space.

the door softly clicks shut and hongjoong slowly teeters your way. he can’t bare to see you in a hospital bed and knowing it was his fault makes his heart hurt more. “i- you don’t deserve this.” he sits in the chair next to you and waits for you to finish your coughing fit before grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on the top. he keeps it close to him, resting his forehead on it as he apologises. “i’m so, very, sorry, my love.” he kisses your hand again and continues to whisper apologies.

you take your hand out of his grasp and place it on his cheek. “i’m too ill to be angry and in too much pain to be upset.” he leans into your hand and turns his head to kiss your palm. “finding out about your little business through men who took me off the street wasn’t great but, hey, what can we do.” you laugh quietly, trying to find some comfort in joking however hongjoong being here was much more comforting.

“i promise i was going to tell you, i needed to so you could have someone with you but i didn’t and now-.” he reaches up and pushes hair stuck to your head behind your ear. “in all honesty, i wasn’t sure if we would be able to continue this dance we were doing. my heart wanted to but my head worried about things like this and look what happened.”

you shake your head at him. “you can’t talk about leaving me now.” he watches as tears well up in your eyes. “too much is going on for you to talk about that now, not when we need each other the most. who’s going to cuddle you at night when you’re already too hot? who’s going to bring me jelly when i’m upset?” his stoic face cracks a small smile and you giggle quietly.

“who’s going to be doing all that, huh?” he leans further into your hand and you stroke his cheek, mirroring his smile. you pull away from him and move across the bed to make more room, hongjoong gets the message almost immediately and stands up to join you. he pushes the duvet out of the way and lays down next to you.

he covers himself with the duvet and opens his arms for you to place your head on his chest, you do just that and wrap an arm around him. hongjoong hugs you and kisses the top of your head with a small frown. “let’s hope next time you’re ill it’s because you want to kiss in the rain again.”

his steady heartbeat is enough to lull you into a deep sleep quickly, after all you’ve been very busy these past few days and ending it in your boyfriend’s arms was all you could ask for now. he listens to your somewhat soft breaths and it’s music to his ears. you probably will wake up with a sore throat tomorrow and more sick than you were today but he’d rather you were sick with him than alone in your house or stuck in that basement. once he’s sure you’re down for good he closes his eyes, regardless of how uncomfortable he is all he’s needed the three nights without you is to have you back in his arms.

yeosang, yunho and seonghwa stand outside the small room, watching through the glass window on the door. small smiles fall on their faces as they watch their fierce leader fall into a state of tranquil. it was the calmest they’d ever seen him. they hadn’t seen your more intimate moments, san had been the only one to properly get to know you while the rest had only met you when hongjoong dropped you home or he was being dropped off to meet you. seeing him cuddled up was odd but it was what he deserved.

“his suit’s going to be creased.” yeosang shakes his head, still smiling.

“yeah, but he’ll buy a new one.” yunho looks at his friend then the couple.

seonghwa observes the scene in front of him. everything was right now, they were altogether. “come on, let’s get cleaned up and we can sort through everything tomorrow. i’m sure hongjoong wants to be there for it.”

[billluver0124]

"middle school shenanigans!"

synopsis : tom goes through his 'first love' experience with y/n! WARNINGS: there is none, its a fluff story !!

authors note: once again, @rottinglilys helped me with the plot of the story ! i hope you guy enjoy my lovies<3

it all started back last year in grade 7, tom had a MASSIVE crush on y/n. he would always catch himself staring at her in classes because they had most classes together.

he always adored how she looked; her hair, her eyes, her bubbly personality, her willingness to be kind towards those who dont deserve it. but most of all...her smile. toms heart used to explode like fireworks whenever he was blessed to see her smiled.

then on the day before spring break started, tom slipped her a note in her locker.

"Hey, ich bin in dich verknallt. Magst du mich auch?

ja oder nein ?-t.k"

y/n was so confused when she got the note. she didn't know what 't.k' stood for, until the very last hour of school. when tom decided to man up and go up to her.

"y/n!" he yelled, jogging up to her to catch her attention. she turns around "oh hi tom!" she said, smiling. tom almost fell to his knees right then and there, but no! he needed to tell her how she felt! "did you get my note?" tom asked, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck. then it hit y/n straight in the face, t.k = tom kaulitz, how could i be so fucking stupid? she thought to herself. "o-oh uh yea!" she answered nervously. "c-can i see it?" tom asked, y/n nervously giving it back. he opens it to see that it wasnt answered "you didnt answer it, do you not like me back?" tom felt his heart sting a little but it was soon reassured. "n-no i do like you, i like you a-a lot!..." y/n blurted out "i just didnt know what 't.k' meant at first until now..." tom chuckled, "what did you think it meant?" "i-i dont know...t-turkey kabob?" she joked, causing them to both laugh. after a moment of silence, tom speaks "so, are you my girlfriend now?" tom asked, not knowing where to go from here. y/n nods, giving him a hug. tom feels his heart flutter at the feeling of y/n in his arms. "you wanna hangout this weekend? ill ask my mom if its okay" she asked, tom nods "yea for sure! ill see you then"

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it was now grade 8, tom and y/n have been dating for a year! their families have grown fond of each other and they hangout at each others house after school most of the week and sometimes on weekends...

with the condition that the door must stay open of course...

today they were at toms house, tom was showing her a song he was playing some guitar for her and she just peacefully watched. y/n always admired toms talent on guitar, she knew he was gonna make it big one day.

after a little while, he puts the guitar away and pats a spot next to him "wanna cuddle liebe?" he asked, she smiles and lays next to him. he pulls her into his embrace, her pretty head rests upon his chest as he strokes her hair.

as tom stroked her hair, y/n found herself staring at a particular feature on his face, his lips. the pretty pink color, the way they curved into a smile whenever he was happy, and oh my god his lip piercing...y/ns never kissed anyone before, but she wanted to kiss him so bad. "is something wrong?" tom asked, slightly nervous. "nothing its just..." y/n took a breath before she finished her question "h-have you ever kissed anyone?" tom sighed "uhm, yeah..my babysitter when i was like..9" "oh.." "why? have you ever kissed anyone schatz?" tom asked, y/n looks down; embarassed "n-no, i havent.."

then almost immediately, tom got an idea in his little brain>.<

"do you want to have your first kiss?" "well, yeah every girl wants to have their first kiss" y/n joked "no schatzi..." tom chuckled "i mean do you want to have it...with me?" y/n hesitates for a moment, nervous of if shes a good kisser or not. shes really new to this! what if shes a bad kisser? what if she goes too far? but it couldnt be that bad right? its just a kiss for christs sake!

"yeah..is that okay tommy?" "its more than okay with me schatzi.." tom sat up, scooting closer to her "you ready?" he asked...

y/n nods, shakily moving her face closer to him. tom places a hand on her cheek then boom! their lips were sealed together! (aww so cute! >.<) y/n places a hand on his shoulder, deepening the kiss. then they let go because if they kissed any longer they would suffocate!

"woah.." y/n mumbled, tom chuckling at her reaction "did you like it?" "yeah i did" y/n said, softly smiling... "then we should kiss more often then hm?" tom said, smirking at his girlfriend.

[sonics-atelier]

*Comes in through the window, hanging on Rhysand's leg.* Ok, ok, I got the bat but I want to know YOUR take on the Tamsand ship, your hcs, and tips. And I have another bouquet of hype for u and lot of hugs and kisses! 💐

Lmao the image has me wheezing 😂, thank you for the bouquet absnsnsb I'm sending u a bigger one back <3

Okay so im gonna be honest, tamsand is not my forte, tamcien and nyxlin are where I get the most output so please don't expect a lot from me, I'm probably gonna be of very little help in this one.

I actually use another ship to draw inspiration for tamsand, idk if you've seen the show Transformers Prime but the ship Optimus Prime ( or Orion pax ) and Megatron is VERY tamsand coded. ( and Optimus x Ratchet is VERY tamcien coded )

Like they both were best friends and everything until Megatron let the anger fuel him and his ideologies started to be more violent in nature causing harm to the others around him and ultimately leading to the demise of his relationship with Orion.

That's how I veiw tamsand, like there's always gonna be a "what if things went differently" for them, they had the potential to be happy but it was doomed from the start. They tried very hard to be different but the circumstances and their reactions to them tore them apart.

I've put my hcs under the cut cause it got wayyy too long and I don't wanna clog up anyone's fyp

For hcs :

Tamlin and Rhysand probably met as kids and were very apprehensive of each other at first but maybe they got scolded by a parent, etc which made them bond and realise they were in the same situations and that's how their friendship started.

Tamsand saw each other only at high lord banquets and sometimes even sneaked off together to hide from their families and they found comfort in each other.

I think rhysand developed feelings for tamlin first ( and tamlin reciprocated them very later on ) while they were in teens but tried to suppress it because he was scared tam wouldn't feel the same & their families were a problem but as their friendship grew and tamlin asked rhysand to teach him war Tactics and training rhysand selfishly didn't refuse him because he wanted tamlin in whatever way tamlin offered himself.

That's the crux of their relationship I believe, like the way rhysand acts in canon is maybe because he knows that their relationship is beyond repair so the only way to have tamlin in ANY way is to antagonize him and be an asshole to him because he doesn't know how to fix things and neither does tamlin.

He basically craves Tamlin's company in whatever way he can have it.

As for tamlin ( & rhysand ) he feels like like he should hate rhysand but he just CANT like in the way you know you want to choke someone but also caress the bruises you leave behind, the love they once had acts a shield between them stopping them from hating each other completely.

It's just SO SO complex and layered like you have to peel everything back to even grasp a fraction of what they mean to the other, which ig is why I've only ever written one fic about them.

Also also rhysand HATES when tamlin gets a new partner because how dare tamlin have someone else while he still hasn't moved on ? That's probably why he was so horrible to feyre and Lucien imo. They became a hindrance in his erotic angsty relationship.

They both have a lot of self loathing but rhysand is better at channeling that energy into assholeness ( like he did in acosf or acofas i don't remember ) and masking it as pity when he does in fact care about tamlins well being ( re : when he procured a steak for tamlin )

Tamlin just tends to fall in a loophole of how he could've been better and the possibilities haunt him endlessly and he becomes very full of self hatred and ends up ruining things around him just to feel SOMETHING other than this aching anger and pain that won't go away.

I'm probably gonna Yap too much and i do have lots more to add but i havent slept all day and had to run errands in the heat wave and i have a migrane so that held me back, apologies for making it cumbersome for you to read if I haven't already, again I'm really sorry if I wasn't of much help :(

ALSO I JUST HAD THIS HC RN but Tamsand are dumb asf and think they loved the other more than they loved them and their hatred for each other stems from that too, maybe rhysand holds a grudge because he thinks he didn't mean as much to tam as he did to him and he's heartbroken over that and vice versa.

Also I think tamlin would be able to find love in the future with someone else but rhysand can't, I'm basing this off canon ( or whatever I remember of it ) like the guy has a literal mate, a group of friends the whole shebang but he STILL can't seem to leave tamlin alone like sir ??? He's clearly not over it.

I would also highly recommend checking out the tamsand fics of @highlordofkrypton, @praetorqueenreyna, @matrixsss, @lifeisabiscuit & @fourteentrout on more insignt and tips on how to write tamsand, theyre amazing at it! Again these are the people I've seen writing tamsand so please don't hate me if I've left someone out, anyone is free to add their thoughts on tamsand in the reblogs, I'd love to get everyone's opinions.

[seros-girl]

lacrosse and cheer- hanta sero x f!reader

summary: in a quirkless AU, hanta sero and our dear reader find themselves in a fake relationship to ward off exes (toru hagakure & juzo honenuki). maybe they’ll fall in love?

authors note: okay this has been BREWING for the past couple of weeks and i’ve finalized the plot and everything. weekly updates, our lovely class 1A will be aged up to 3rd years, class 1B appreciation alright, reader is part of the dekusquad.

chapter 4: petty fights & confessions

OCTOBER

3 months have passed since you and hanta decided upon a secret fake relationship. it was ultimately killing the both of you. reciprocating real feelings for each other but the both of you dont do anything. you sat in class not listening to mr. yamada’s grammar lecture and honestly couldnt wait for lunch.

the bell chimed and you immediately pack up your stuff and head out of the classroom. you and hanta havent spoken in a few days and its because of you. he’s tried making an effort but you brush him off.

“hey y/n” you hear from behind you and turn around to see who it was. you look down and it was minoru. you roll your eyes and say a hi back beginning to walk off but he stops you. “you and hanta still a thing?” he asks creepily and you replied with a yes hoping he’ll leave you alone.

“a shame” he says and walks off. you spot itsuka, yosetsu, and tetsutetsu and immediately walk over to them. “hi” you say and they turn around to see you. “Y/N!” tetsutetsu yells out and pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“hi tetsu” you giggle patting his arm gently signaling to him that you want to be put down. “right im sorry” he says putting you down. yosetsu pulls you into a hug and so does itsuka. “neito isnt around is he?” you ask cautiously still somewhat scared of neito. he’s always had it out for class a for some reason. “he went to go bother pony and sen” itsuka waves it off as she links her arm with yours and you start walking to the cafeteria together.

you grabbed lunch together and sat at a table. “so how are things with hanta sero” tetsutetsu says wiggling his eyebrows playfully. you smile and look down. “good” is all you answer. you all catch up on everything, laughing and goofing off. “hey guys” you hear a familiar voice say and you turn around to find juzo.

“hi juzo” you smile at him and he waves at you. “can i sit down?” he asks and the 4 of you agree and tell him to take a seat. he sat next to itsuka and you all get into a conversation once again. “someones glaring” yosetsu says and you look around the cafeteria.

your eyes meet hanta’s and he’s glaring at the table youre sitting at. he’s glaring at juzo honenuki. “well this was fun guys but i have to go” you mumble quietly getting up and picking up your tray. “i’ll see you guys around?” you say and they nodded their heads.

you quickly make your way over to hanta’s table and sit down next to him. “hi” you say and he’s still staring at juzo. you lightly slap his face to get his attention. “you jealous?” you ask playfully and he smirks shaking his head no.

“‘m not jealous” he says wrapping his arm around your waist. “stop staring then its creepy” you say pushing out your lip indicating you wanted a kiss. he gives you one and you smile at him. “wanna head to the library?” he asks you as he gets up to throw away both of your finished trays.

you nod and happily walk into step with him. you reached the library and he finds a nice quiet corner to sit and talk. “whats up with you the past couple of days?” he asks as you sit on the floor. you pick at your nails.

you honestly couldnt tell him you’ve fallen for him so hard. it wasnt apart of the agreement. you only shake your head. he sighs and only looks at you. “look” he starts and you look at him. “is all of this getting to you?” he asks softly and you shake your head no. “everything is fine hanta” you mutter out quietly and give him a small smile.

“no no everything is not fine y/n” he says trying to look into your eyes. “what did shoto do? or katsuki? or fuck tenya? i dont know who this mystery guy is for all i know it could be tetsutetsu what did the guy do? do i need to beat him-“ he starts rambling and you cut him off.

“shut up” you say and stare at him with tears in your eyes. “its none of them” you say wiping the already falling tears and get up. “maybe i dont know open your fucking eyes” you say harshly and grab your bag walking away and out of the library.

denki spots you and he immediately waves you down. “hey” he drags out smiling around you pulling you into a hug. he noticed that your eyes were filled with tears. hanta walks out of the library and denki catches on.

he puts his arm around you and gets you to walk with him. “im assuming it was hanta?” he asks and you nod. he gets the both of you as far as possible and he pulls away. “found out that piece of information” he says and you look up at him.

“well spit it out denks” you say rather harshly and wipe at your eyes. “katsuki does like you” he confirms and you groan. “so does shoto for some odd reason” you smack his arm and he lets out an ow.

“i didnt mean it that way i swear!” he exclaims and you only give him a look and start walking away. you spot juzo and immediately make your way over to him. “hi” you said making your presence known. he stops to turn and look at you.

“hi” he says slowing down so you can walk with him. “you okay?” he asks getting a better look at your face. you nod and wipe at the tears. “im okay” you mumbled and walked beside him. “slut” you hear and you turn to see who it came out from.

toru and tsuyu.

“you have a boyfriend and you hang out with your ex? slut behavior” toru laughed as tsuyu and mashirao stood with her laughing too. “its no wonder hanta was in my room last night. he couldn’t get enough of me even after being with you. are you not satisfying him?” toru went on and your face grew red.

hanta was in her room last night?

“hey cut it out” juzo pushed you behind him and toru only laughed at him. “aww protecting her?” she pouted and let out a giggle. as the intense conversation grew, students were expecting a fight to go down. a crowd had gathered as you hid behind juzo.

“listen here you slut” toru said as you looked up to make eye contact with her. “hanta told me he despises you” she seethes and steps closer. tsuyu moves closer to you tauntingly. “he hates the way you look at him” she said and you turned to look at her.

“okay guys cut the shit” juzo said covering you even more. “quit protecting her!” toru stomps and you move to leave not wanting to be apart of this. this was childish. fighting over a boy? you didnt notice it but tsuyu managed to creep up on you and jump you.

the commotion started as the crowd cheered on their favorites. denki was in the corner recording it as katsuki cheered you on. izuku, ochaco, and shoto stood and watched as they either screamed at you to get the both of them or for all of you to cut it out.

in a fit of rage you had managed to punch tsuyu in the face knocking her a couple of feet away from you. this wasnt her fight. it was yours and toru’s. a staff member hasnt been summoned yet but you knew there was little time before this was broken up.

mashirao and juzo were fighting as eijiro stood and recorded that fight. toru pushes you onto the floor and grabs your hair. you managed to grab her face and pinch it in your hold to get her off. she threw the first punch and her fist made contact with your cheekbone.

“you fucking bitch” she says as she lands another hit on you. “get the fuck away from hanta” when she says that you got the courage to push her off and get on top of her. you landed a punch on her face. right when you were going to land another one, you decided not to.

“the one who needs to back off is you” you breathe heavily as tears pricked your eyes. “stay the fuck away from him got it?” you ask her as you grab her haie forcing her to look at you. the crowd had gone silent as they watched. “whats going on here!” you heard mr. aizawa and you look behind you.

you saw coach toshinori and mr. yamada break off juzo and mashirao. you saw hanta was the one who went to go grab them. miss kayama and mr. aizawa separated the both of you. you looked at hanta and your grew red from anger.

“hanta, juzo, mashirao, toru, y/n, and tsuyu nezu’s office now!” mr. aizawa said sternly as he held onto toru’s arm holding her back. “the rest of you go back to the dorms now!” he yelled and started leading the way to principal nezu’s office.

you passed by hanta as mr. kan held onto him too. he looked at you with somber eyes. he looks down at the floor as the 7 of you were led away.

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principal nezu sighs as you all took a seat right in front of him. each of the staff members stood behind you. “anyone care to share?” nezu smiles at all of you. you sat in between juzo and hanta. you looked down at your lap and fiddled with your fingers.

“those are all nasty bruises starting to form on your faces” nezu said and only looked at you guys. “this has always been a nonviolent school” nezu started and you only listened. “i know some of you hold such impressive titles and scholarships you need for further education” he said and you felt insanely bad.

miss kayama stood behind you and she put her hands on your shoulders massaging them for you. she knew it wasnt your intention to fight. “i will have you know principal that y/n here is at fault for everything” toru said as she leaned forward in her seat.

“principal i was with her we were walking back to the dorms together she didnt start anything” juzo said as he backed you up and told nezu the truth. “you were with juzo?” hanta asked as he turned to look at you.

“oh we got much bigger things to talk about” you said to him and turned slightly away from him. “tsuyu jumped y/n first” juzo said and mashirao only groaned. “and then for some reason mashirao started fighting with me so i threw some punches here and there i wont lie” he said stating nothing but the truth.

“what started this all” mr. aizawa said sternly. he was mad at the fact that 6 of his students were facing harsh punishments. you looked at hanta. “toru called me a slut” you muttered out the room got quiet. no one said anything so you decided to continue.

“she called me that when she saw me with juzo. hanta is my boyfriend and i know juzo is my ex but i see him as nothing more than a friend. as i tried to get away tsuyu jumped me” you explained and hanta glared at toru.

“might i add that toru and hanta are exes too” you mumbled out and mr. yamada let out a whistle. “the cherry on top” mr. yamada said and mr. aizawa nudged him. “miss hagakure” nezu started and you all turned to look at her.

“here at UA we do not condone bullying and violence whatsoever. whatever hatred or disliking you have towards miss l/n here we ask that you have the option to switch with a student from class b if you wish that is and serve in school suspension or have you transfer to ketsubutsu. its your pick” principal nezu said and you all looked at each other.

she sat there with her eyes wide. “sir its not my fault” she started and miss kayama pulled her down to sit down in the chair. “if i can promise that it wont happen again can i stay in class a? i’ll serve in school suspension” toru said her voice wavering.

principal nezu sat thinking for a moment. “fine. the minute something starts up again it results in you transferring ms. hagakure” he says and toru leans back in seat. “as for the rest of you apart from hanta, you all have in school suspension” you all nodded your heads as you didnt mind leaving your dorm for 3 days.

“you are all dismissed” he waved you all off and you stood up. “figure out how to heal those wounds” mr. aizawa said and you all collectively agreed.

the walk back was silent. you walked next to juzo silently. no apologies were made as you all entered your proper dormitories. you bid juzo a farewell as you walked in. denki immediately comes to you with his phone in hand.

“you have to see this” he said jittering. you watched it and you couldnt help but laugh at it. “send it to me” you said before saying your goodbyes and going up to your dorm. you walked in and plopped on your bed.

you let out a sigh as you go to remove your school shirt. you pulled it off and threw it into the dirty hamper when your door opened and closed quietly. you turn around in shock and see hanta. you cover your covered breasts as they were sort of see through due to the choice of bra.

“what do you want hanta” you say angrily moving around your dorm room to change into comfortable clothes. “what the fuck were you doing with juzo?” he asks not moving from his spot. “walking thats all!” you exclaim throwing your hands in the air.

“this is all fucking fake why do you care so much?” you ask him and he doesnt answer. “my turn” you said and he looks at you. “what the fuck were you doing in toru’s room last night?” you say your voice wavering as tears threatened your eyes.

he opened his mouth but nothing came out. you stare at him waiting for him to answer. “i told her to stop messing with this” he mumbles quietly gesturing to the both of you. “fuck” he says voice shaky. you can tell he doesnt have the words to express how he is feeling right now.

you stare at the floor. you dont even care that youre only standing in your bra and skirt right now. hanta moves quickly and kisses you. he pulls away and stares at your face. you pull him down to kiss him and he immediately presses your lips together.

“wait” he pulls away and looks down at the floor. “what?” you ask smiling. he swiftly moves to lock the door and moves towards you. “fuck i’ve fallen for you so hard” he says as he presses his lips against yours. you kiss back eagerly as you felt a rush of emotions.

you were horny, happy, and felt ecstatic. hanta sero admitted it. he pulls away and looks down at you. “we should take this slow though” he says and you nodded. “youre absolutely right” you say and smile up at him.

“i’ll give you the proper girlfriend proposal” he smiles at you and you smile back. “this is still under “fake terms” until i ask you properly” he says and you nod. “goodnight y/n” he says leaning down to kiss your head. “goodnight hanta” you smile and before he leaves you say. “so the feeling is mutual i’ll fallen so hard for you too” he smirks at that and waves a small bye walking down the hall to his own dorm.

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“he’s basically in love with me juzo” you giggle as you both walk to your respective sports practices. juzo nodded while slightly laughing due to your reaction. he thought it was cute. “gonna put those rubbers to use then? your mom was right” he smirks looking at you and you punch his arm.

“were taking it slow” you mumbled and he nods his head. “its the best approach yea” he agrees and you both reach the football field. “whats on the schedule for you guys?” he asks and you groan. “theyre gonna hate me” you wince and he looks down at you.

“laps around the track” you weakly smiled and he only laughed. “what we have our trainer here” you said and pointed to tenya. “goodluck with that” he says patting your shoulder and bidding you a goodbye. “so i hear were doing laps around the track” tenya says excitedly as you reached his side.

“yea i was thinking around 6? these girls need to build up their endurance” you said looking up at him. "very well then" he said walking over to your cheerleaders you trailing behind him. "aren't you like in trouble or something" a first year spoke up and you shrugged.

"not banned from my own practices" you smirk as you told them that you guys would be running today. the girls groaned and tenya could only smile at them. "6 laps around the track ladies try and keep up" he said as he set his watch up.

you all started running and your girls were desperately behind as you ochaco, and mina set a pace with tenya. by lap 4 you could hear the girls start to complain. "you need two more lets go" you yelled purposefully slowing down to encourge them to keep running. hanta walks into the track and leans against it watching you.

"ugh your little boyfriend is here" a second year complained as she kept running. you finished the rest of the laps and dismissed practice. "bye mina!" you said waving bye to her as her and eijiro met up. "hey" you said smirking up at hanta. he leans down to kiss you and you giggle into the kiss.

"lets get you back troublemaker" he jokes taking your hand and leading you to the dormitories. “shut up” you say giggling. you made it to your dorm and you threw your cheer bag on the floor.

you peeled off the fitted tank top you had on. you tossed it in the dirty hamper as you moved around your room. “whatcha staring at hanta?” you said not looking up from what you were doing. “you duh” he said and you smiled.

he walks up behind you and places his strong hands on your waist. he leans his head on your shoulder and looks down as you text your mom. he chuckles at the message you sent. “smile” you said lifting up your phone to snap a picture.

you didnt look at it before you hit send. you were in only a sports bra and hanta had taken off his shirt as well. your phone rings and its a facetime call with your mom.

you answer it confused. “ARE YOU USING THE RUBBERS?” was the first thing she said. “oh my gosh mom no it isnt what it looks like!” you exclaimed moving around your room as hanta laid on your bed. “well just be safe” she warns with a wink and you only laugh.

“well mom i have to go i have homework to do” you said tossing yourself next to hanta. “yea i know what type of homework” your mom mumbles and hanta chuckles at that. “bye honey i love you!” she says blowing a kiss into the camera.

“bye mom love you too” you said doing one back and she hangs up. hanta moves to hover over you immediately and you giggle. he leans down to kiss you and your hands immediately move to grip onto his biceps. he pulls away and smiles at you.

you stare at him as a wild thought pops up into your mind. “you wanna put a rubber to use?” you ask and you immediately go red. you cover your face with your hands. “forget i said that” you mumble and he laughs. he pulls your hands away from your face and smiles. his answer was one you werent expecting.

“yea lets put a rubber to use”

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Jegumas Day 5: Snowball fight

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“You never had a snowball fight?” James is distraught. “No i didnt. How do you expect me to have that experience during my childhood?” Regulus rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Well, Sirius did have one at some point?!” 

“Sirius left that house when he was sixteen to live with you. Of course he did have a snowball fight.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest and pouts. “Well, we’re gonna have to change that. I'm going to call the boys and we will be doing this.” James is already halfway out of the Kitchen, on his way to get his phone. 

“Go get changed into very warm clothes. We are going out.” Regulus was not prepared for it to go this fast and he does not believe that the others will drop everything for a snowball fight. Regulus calmly finishes cooking their dinner and sets the table. 

“James, Dinners ready!” James comes running down the stairs full garment in his hands. “The boys are ready. We are eating and then we have to go.” James sits down and starts plating food for Regulus and then for himself. 

“So we're really doing this, yes?” Regulus smiles to himself. He is a little scared of what's awaiting him but he is also happy. “Of course we are. I can't propose to you without you ever having been in a snowball fight. It's a tradition in the Potter family. My dad took me first. Even Mom joined at least once each year and..” 

James looks up from his plate and stops talking when he sees Regulus' face. “Everything okay, Reg?” Regulus swallows. “Proposing?” James' mouth falls open and his face reddens. “Oh, i did say that, didnt i?” 

“You did.” Regulus nods. 

“I wanted to for a long time, but you only said recently that you actually wanted to get married so I started planning then because I really want us to be married. To call you my husband.” James smiles at Regulus. But Regulus cant help himself and starts to cry. 

“What, no. What did I say? I'm sorry. Regulus dont cry. If you dont want to get married we dont have to, I just thought you…” James oanicas but Regulus shut him up with a kiss. His cheeks wet from the tears. 

“Yes.” Regulus nods, kissing James again. “Yes, Yes, Yes.” Now Regulus laughs and jumps James in his chair, hugging him tight, burying his face in James' neck. “Yes… you do?” James asks happily. Regulus only nods again, extremely happy. He sits up in James lap and kisses him again. 

“I love you, James. of course i'll marry you.” “I love you too” James' face falls from a smile into a horrified look as he remembers something. “I have no ring yet! I ruined the Proposal.” James sighs, but Regulus can't be happier. 

“You havent ruined anything. I love it. I love you.” Again Regulus kisses James. He can't help himself. But James pushes him away. “Enough kissing. Eat. We are meeting the others in an hour and I have to explain to you the rules and all the tricks I have. We need to win.” Regulus climbs off of James and sits down smiling

[fictionsbaby]

My Love <3

Seth clearwater x reader

Summary: when y/n cant sleep one night, she texts her boyfriend to meet her at their favorite spot, when he brings her back home, they finally have their first kiss.

Warnings: kissing, fem reader, allusions to making out, and two teenagers being in love

Word count: 479

having a good night's rest seemed to be just out of y/n’s reach. she tossed and turned, but sleep was always out of reach, probably also due to the fact that she missed her beloved boyfriend. so she decided to message him;

(y/n): hey

r u up?

(seth<3): yea

why?

(y/n): meet me at the park

(seth): ok??

y/n made her way to the park quickly, and decided to wait for seth on the swing set, reminicing on all the childhood memories they shared on that very same swing set. the sunny summer days, seeing who could swing the highest, chasing each other around the park, climbing up the slides. y/n was stuck in a day dream- or was it just a regular dream?- when seth came up behind her,scaring the poor girl.

“hey there lovely,” seth smiled, hugging y/n.

“hi baby,” y/n hugged him back. “I missed you,” she said in a sad tone, hugging him a bit tighter.

he chuckled lightly, “it's not like you didn't see me 4 hours ago!”

“exactly! that's forever ago!” she said, pulling away slightly.

he laughed again, “whatever baby.”

seth grabbed her hand and they began walking along the dark path, basking in each others presence. she laid her head on his muscular shoulder, basking in his warmth. the giggles that she emitted was music to his ears. they continued to walk, until seth could see her eyes start drooping.

“you tired baby?” he asked.

a yawn was her only response.

“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckled to himself, “lets take you home baby.”

“noooooooo,” she said in mock despair, “i dont want you to leave!” she hugged his arm tight.

“but you need your beauty rest,” he squeezed her cheek after coming to a stop in the middle of the path. “so lets go.”

“uhhhhgggg fineeeeeeeeee,” she said reluctantly.

they walked back to her home, acting like the two kids in love that they are. they finally reached her house, and y/n hugged him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

“y/n,” he said softly.

“seth,” she said just as softly.

“you know how we havent kissed yet?” he asked her. she nodded, and he responded, “what if we changed that?”

she gasped slightly, and nodded her head once again. she stood up onto her tip toes, and slottered her lips onto his. the sparks that flew between them were magical. he gripped her waist a bit tighter, and she hugged his neck a bit tighter. they kissed for what felt like forever. when they finally parted, their heavy breaths mingled with one another.

“did we just have our first kiss?” she asked in shock.

“I think so,” he replied.

“would you like to…come to my room?” she asked in a sultry voice.

he smirks slightly, “definitely.”

[bridgyrose]

Ladybug Week day 7: Library date

Blake took a quick breath as she walked into the library to meet Ruby for their date, still nervous. Spending time with Ruby outside of missions was already a rarity, and going on a date was something that she’d wanted to do with Ruby for a long time. So she wanted this to go right. 

Still, she put on a smile and made her way to the table that Ruby was at. “Sorry I’m late.” 

“Its fine,” Ruby said as she got up. “I havent been waiting long.” 

Blake blushed as she felt Ruby hug her, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled away from her and tried to hide her blush. “I-I was thinking we could start by looking for books we think the other would like. Or we could… find something to read… together.” 

“Together sounds nice. What did you have in mind?” 

“Maybe a romance novel,” Blake more asked than said, her cheeks starting to turn red again with a blush. She then coughed and tried to compose herself. “O-or we could find an adventure book to read.” 

Ruby smiled a bit. “A romance novel sounds nice. Any in mind?” 

“I think I know one.” 

“Then lead the way.” 

Blake nodded and started to make her way to the all familiar romance section.  Though she had the perfect book in mind: A Trial by Love. She scanned the shelves for it, pulling it off once she found it. “Here we go, this one is perfect.” 

“What’s it about?” Ruby asked as she looked at the cover.

“Its actually a tragedy about two lovers who end up as bitter enemies, destined to fight each other until their kingdom collapses. I know its not really what you like-” 

“I’d be willing to read it with you.” Ruby gently put a hand on the book. “It sounds a lot like the stories I read.” 

“W-we… we should get back to our table then.” Blake couldnt help but blush and smile as she felt Ruby’s hand on the book, almost embarrassed about how she was feeling. It wasnt like she was a little girl anymore, so struggling to talk to Ruby and feeling her hand brush against hers shouldnt make her feel this way. 

And yet, being with Ruby brought out the young girl in her. Walking with Ruby made her heart pound in her chest, she struggled to find the right words to say, every touch brought her back to feeling like she did at Beacon… almost like she had been experiencing love for the first time again. 

Blake sat down at the table with Ruby and placed the book down. “So, how did you want to do this?” 

Ruby smiled and leaned in against Blake to open the book. “I think I’m fine like this.” 

Blake’s blush deepened as she felt Ruby against her. She nervously put an arm around Ruby, her hand rubbing against Ruby’s side as she started to read with her. It was nice, peaceful, a change of pace from the missions that Ozpin had been sending the two of them on. And she didnt want to let go of this feeling.

[gaoau]

i talked to God today

theory of the two demons warnings — none word count — 3.1k note — i usually call my stuff a character analysis disguised as a self insert fic, but tbh im not sure how confident i am in claiming this to be me psychoanalyzing dazai and co, but take it as you will. also, although im taking most of my character analysis from the light novels, if you havent read them, dont worry. the fic will be spoiler free, except for a couple names thrown around that you dont have to worry about. for those who have read the light novels, this will take place from a bit before storm bringer up to some time before dark era

next.

"what are you reading there?"

"it's a theory about times of war."

"what does it say?"

"it's called the theory of the two demons. it states that to combat a great evil, you need an even greater evil. say, for uprisings against the government, the government can infringe human rights for the sake of peace. persecution, forced disappearances, execution, among other examples. one is worse than the other, but both are bad, however, it's all for the greater good."

"that's interesting. how come the worst one wins?"

"however bad the method is, it produces good results. not everyone can be a greater demon, though. i read a book once with a similar concept, but it talked about ordinary and extraordinary people."

"really? what are we?"

"neither. ordinary people are your every day citizens. extraordinary are those like historical leaders who brought good with crime; heroes who didn't care about the bloodshed of ordinary people as long as it helped their good cause."

"two demons against each other, but one is more evil���"

"every crime comes with its punishment. sometimes the punishment is just a bigger crime."

"only a demon can kill a demon, huh?"

"yes, that's a good analogy, Dazai-san."

Dazai Osamu knows potential when he sees it. a bit of a demonstration, statistics printed on files, the look in someone's eyes—he can easily tell what will work and what won't. he dismisses the guards at Mori's door and enters the office with weightless steps. the first thing he notices is the kid sitting on a chair next to Mori; the second thing he notices is Mori's sly smirk; the third thing he notices is potential. the information pours into his brain with ease, processed as soon as it reaches him. this kid cannot be any older than him, nor can they be much younger. he knows this for a fact because he's read their basic information already.

this is [Surname] [Name]. Dazai recently fetched them from the ruins of an orphanage on Mori's order.

as he makes his way across the room and towards the desk, he tries his luck at eye contact with the new recruit. he meets their eyes, but there's nothing there. they blink, staring straight at him, and he can tell they're mistaking him for another shadow. a blank, silent, expressionless glare to contain and appease the sharp waves of ire contaminating the air. Dazai keeps his smile to himself so Mori won't pry.

[Name] sits quietly, hugging their knees to their chest, hiding the lower part of their face. they've trained themself to not take any space, pretend they aren't there at all, but their anger is spacious and selfish.

"Dazai-kun," Mori starts, tearing Dazai's attention away from the kid. his palm lands on [Name]'s head, but they don't budge an inch. Dazai wonders if it doesn't burn. "i trust you remember [Name]-kun. i'd like to ask you to train them." he removes his hand from [Name] to pick up a stack of files on his desk. as he slides them over to Dazai, who curiously starts scanning over the information, he continues, "their ability is good, but you know that's not enough here."

with a hum, Dazai marvels at the papers he's reading. it's not common for a person's ability to be as thoroughly documented as [Name]'s appears to be. its name, strength and weaknesses, utility, power, versatility—logs upon logs of valuable information on just one ability, dating all the way back to the moment [Name] was born. it's interesting, to say the least.

"i see why you wanted to recruit them," is all the input Dazai has to offer. the smile of an excited boy settles on his lips as he grins at Mori. he'll memorize all of these recorded experiments in a snap and then use them to the Port Mafia's advantage. that's what Mori is leaving them under his care for, after all. "alright, i'll handle them." his eye shifts to [Name] and their hollow stare. "i'll be waiting for you in the training rooms downstairs." he doesn't wait for a reply that won't come, instead leaving the office with a wave of his hand.

Mori smiles crookedly at the closed doors. he lets a chuckle fall off his tongue, turning on his seat to face [Name]. the black suit he provided looks big on them; they look big on themself. there's only so many of this type of child he can save.

from his desk drawer, he produces a cheap, stainless steel bracelet. the leaf charms jingle as he dangles it in front of [Name]. he notices the way their pupils come alive to try and focus on the jewelry. "do you recognize this, [Name]-kun?" he prompts, letting the bracelet fall on their knees.

for the first time since they sat down, Mori sees them take up space as they start moving. they're quick to plant their feet on the ground, hurrying to catch the steel chain before it slides to the floor. "no," [Name] replies quietly, their voice ringing with a calm and soothing lilt, unnervingly similar to a lullaby. "should i?" it's not much, but it's more than he thought them capable of.

speechless, Mori stares for a brief moment into the hollow eyes of a child. this kid feels awfully familiar, like they've been by his side for two years, like they've witnessed his crimes. he hopes this scheme of his will work out. he gives them an almost fatherly smile that doesn't fit him. "i suppose not. though you'll need it if you want to find your father."

[Name] inspects the bracelet with close attention. they'll need it if they want to find their father—which they do, it's one of the few reasons they are here in the first place. the metal is cold against their skin when they close their fist around it gently. it's a hint of what their life could have been like. it's dead. they don't consider wearing it, opting to pocket it to keep it safe.

"now, don't keep Dazai-kun waiting." there's a youthful bounce on the edge of Mori's words; a light chuckle to cover up the hell that awaits the new recruit. he lets it peek through mischievously when he closes his eyes and grins innocently. "he isn't very patient."

underground the Port Mafia headquarters, somewhere deep in the basement, there are training rooms properly designed to sustain destructive power from abilities strong enough to demolish buildings in a snap. this is where the mafia trains its ability users and turns them into the greatest pawns for the sake of the organization. relentlessly, mercilessly, children and adults alike undergo the same training once they fall into the mafia's clutches. [Name] will be no different, especially considering who will beat them into shape.

when they enter the room, Dazai is already waiting for them inside as he finishes reading the files from earlier. he glances up at [Name] with a bored eye, his right one covered by clean bandages. Mori said he isn't very patient. Mori must know what he's talking about. [Name]'s hairs stand on edge, suddenly wary of the young boy leaning against the wall like he's waiting for his parents to pick him up from school. they know they didn't take long enough for him to go through the hundreds of pages, but he quickly scans the last paragraph and then stands straight on his feet.

[Name] is worried. they take a step back on instinct.

Dazai lets the stack of papers fall from his hand and scatter on the ground. he won't need them anymore; he's got all the information he needs in his head now. "you're a force to be reckoned with, huh, kid?" his voice echoes in the room as he faces the new recruit fully. he ignores the caution in their every muscle.

there's something off here, [Name] realizes. they think it's funny for a moment, how this kid is addressing them like he's so much older and wiser. he cannot be any younger than them, nor can he be much older. he might just be a lot smarter than he's letting on; it shows in whatever that expression curling his lips up is.

with a seemingly exhausted sigh, Dazai walks closer to them, feet weightless. "attack me with all you've got."

a frown soils [Name]'s face for a brief second. they know how much power they have stocked up on from a few weeks ago. they know it's enough to kill a scrawny kid like Dazai in the blink of an eye. it wouldn't be wise to murder a coworker on their first day on the job.

"i don't think i should." they don't like the sound of their own voice echoing so loudly.

"i've read your files," Dazai hums.

"so?"

a bandaged hand reaches up to scratch the back of his head as he sighs again. he mutters some curses under his breath, exasperated. "listen," he starts, a sharp hiss stabbing alert into [Name]. "Mori-san left you under my care, so you should do what i say from now on."

[Name] gives it a second, before removing their black blazer and rolling up their sleeves. Dazai peers curiously at their arms. they think they don't like the Port Mafia. if this is how it operates and this is who it operates with, their time will drain before they can fulfill their goals. they can't guess what it is Mori will gain from this. it's a terrifying thought. it makes the blood boil in their veins.

they'll put up with it. they'll watch their own back. they'll let it simmer for a little longer. they'll burn.

for now.

an orange glow surrounds their body when their ability activates, sending surges of power from the tips of their fingers to their every nerve. it doesn't feel any different; gravity isn't any lighter, the air isn't any clearer, their vision isn't any sharper. the changes in their physique only show the moment they're attacked. with Dazai defenseless and idly standing, he won't get to see their ability in action before he's pummeled into the ground. they should hold back just for a demonstration, but he said all you've got. 

maybe he miscalculated. 

[Name] darts across the room towards their target, brows furrowed at Dazai's nonchalant stance. he raises his palm up and reaches towards their shoulder. they don't bother dodging, instead swinging their fist at his face. no matter if he touches them or not, nothing he hits them with will have an effect.

confidence suits Dazai more than miscalculations do.

the gap in the seconds is small, but it's enough; his palm lands on them before they can punch him. the glow from their ability vanishes instantly. their fist is absurdly weak as it smacks Dazai's cheek. he turns his head to the side while still keeping his eye on [Name]. their gaze is wide in confusion. blood pounds in their ears. Dazai makes a move and their heart sinks to their stomach.

they realize he isn't as scrawny as he looks. with one kick to their ribcage, [Name] flies towards the farthest wall to their right. the structure doesn't budge when they slam into it, bouncing off before dropping on the floor like a ragdoll. they taste blood. their body hurts—agonizingly so. they can't move.

Dazai's footsteps echo when he approaches them. he stares down at them like they're a scrap of paper littering the ground. "lesson number one: don't rely on your ability alone," he states, bored, and it sounds like he's underwater. with trembling limbs, [Name] tries to get up. their hands are blurry. Dazai stands in front of them. his shoes are blurry. "let's get to work. you've got a lot of training to do."

[Name] staggers to their feet instantly. Dazai isn't very patient.

frantic gasps for air echo through the room, bouncing off every corner to pierce back into [Name]'s ears. they hear the desperate panting, wondering why it sounds so muffled or when the cotton got into their ears. although their vision is blurry, they can make out the lights in the ceiling—only the one that is blinking, the other ones all look like blobs of brightness. when they gulp thickly and the gasps stop briefly, they realize they are the one struggling to breathe.

for a scrawny kid, Dazai can sure pack a punch—and then some. he didn't even break a sweat. he stands there, looking down at his new mentee lying on a puddle of their own blood, bored. their shirt used to be white, he notices. it's like they're nothing but a stain on the wall. (a wall which, albeit built to last, he managed to chip some debris off of while kicking [Name] around.)

slowly, as [Name]'s watery eyes focus and Dazai becomes more than a moving smudge, the pain starts settling in their body. their spine, their arms, their legs, their every muscle. something must be broken. with every breath they take, the bruises and open wounds Dazai so kindly gifted them ache as if they were being set on fire. the taste of blood overflowing in their mouth is nauseating.

"get cleaned up," Dazai's voice cuts through their choked breathing. he says it so casually, like he isn't watching them suffering and bleeding out on the ground. it stings in their ears. "we'll continue tomorrow. i'll use a gun, so be ready."

it sounds so weightless and calm that [Name] thinks it should be soothing. it isn't, though, it's alarming, and they continue to struggle to catch their breath as Dazai stares. there's not a chance they can move and get cleaned up like this. it's familiar. they've been here before—not here, but somewhere awfully similar, somewhere they'd abandoned, somewhere that had been done and over with not too long ago. it's here again. [Name] realizes it's here again. they don't want to be here.

ah, so that's how it is.

not that it matters anymore. all they need is time.

as their breathing regulates, their consciousness starts to fade. Dazai curiously scans them up and down while waiting for them to mutter out at least a strained yes. there's so much rage in their gaze, but it amounts to nothing in the state they're in. when no reply comes and their head lolls to the side, he forces out an aggravated sigh from between his teeth.

he leans over [Name] to be in their full view, an empty smile adorning his face. "about those scars on your arms…" he starts, trailing off, giving them enough time to react. they struggle to keep their eyes open. "you might want to cover them up." it's earnest advice—or as earnest as Dazai can get—he speaks from experience. his kindness goes as far as to unwrap the bandages around his head, the cleanest ones he has on him right now.

the cloth flutters and falls on [Name]'s chest. they try to catch a glimpse of Dazai's face, but all they see is the blinding lights on the ceiling as their mentor walks away. his footsteps echo, fading until he's out the door. the bandages soak up their blood.

if they were to die here, [Name] figures it wouldn't be too bad. (if they were to die here, it has a name, [Name] figures, it's dissonant.) given, they haven't finished yet, but they've known all along just how easy it is. something that they can take and something that can be taken from them. something they don't want anymore and something they have to protect. something excruciatingly painful that makes them want to sob, purely and innocently. something excruciatingly painful that makes Dazai want to sob, too.

something they hate. someone they hate. someone they want to hate. unreasonably so.

[Name] hears the lock click shut and promptly passes out.

it comes in waves. first it's the same blinking lights on the ceiling, then it's darkness again. once more, the puddle of blood underneath them, then darkness again. the echoes of their own breaths, the darkness. it repeats, over and over. [Name] doesn't know how long it's been since Dazai left them here.

when they pry their eyes open again, there are no lights on the ceiling—at least, none they can see through hazy eyes. the ceiling is so high up and so obnoxiously white that it's almost sickening. everything in this room is too sterile, too clean, too sickening. the bed, the tiles on the floor, the uniform, the straps, the mirror, even the cameras, especially the needles.

the only dirty, unclean thing occupying space is [Name]. they squint up to try and make out where the white walls end and their freedom starts. they find their freedom is underneath them, on the growing puddle of blood pouring from their arms. somewhere among all the cotton stuffed in their ears, they can hear alarms blaring.

usually, they're loud and annoying, but right now… right now, they can barely process a single sound that isn't their own heart beating in their brain. [Name] hears the lock click open and promptly passes out; darkness again.

it's hard to tell how much time has gone by. is it midnight? maybe even morning? they don't know how many times it's been. all they see is the mocking, flickering light above them—clearly this time. they've long stopped bleeding, coagulated blood settled on their wounds. the door is still closed, just as Dazai left it. they figure no one is coming for them here.

they're not that valuable anymore.

with an agonizing ache shooting through their nerves, [Name] rolls over on their own blood. it's disgustingly tacky when they sink their palm firmly into it to push themself off the floor. the bandages Dazai had left on their chest, now soaked in darkening stains, form a filthy pile on the ground. they stumble, limbs numb, nearly crashing back down. their vision darkens and blurs briefly once they stand on their feet. with gritted teeth—is it in excruciating pain or restrained anger?��they really hope there's an infirmary of some sort in this building.

note — the title of this fic is based off a rhetorical theory regarding times of civil war and military dictatorship in argentina. i never particularly cared about this theory in the context it is actually used in, so i decided to twist it to my liking. if youre interested in the actual theory, heres a link to the wikipedia page explaining the idea. although they both stem from the same concept, my take on it doesnt quite fit the real thing, so theyre meant to be separate. honestly im unsure if this is copyright infringement in any way, but i doubt some argentine philosopher is gonna come for me on a similar note, the "ordinary and extraordinary people" talk in the cold open is paraphrasing from rodyas dialogue about his article on crime in dostoevskys "crime and punishment". i love dostoevskys works and i think its really funny to use concepts written in his novels on bsd dazai when knowing he goes up against bsd fyodor as his best match thank you for reading drink water bye

[stevie-petey]

could we perchance get a lil blurb about why/how reader and dustin started their code blues, or maybe just one of their code blues before all the upside down stuff started ? love seeing their sibling relationship always and i think seeing them talking and sharing emotions with each other would be really sweet <3

dustin n reader <333 babies <333

enjoy !

"just because dad left it doesnt mean you can be a bitch."

dustins words cut through you like knives.

"okay, first off, never use that word towards a girl ever again." he rolls his eyes at you and you flick his nose, which he scoffs at. "secondly, i have no idea what youre talking about."

dustin again rolls his eyes. "yeah, you do. youve been a real b- i mean, a real jerk lately."

you want to argue with him, but the words dont seem to come. all you seem to do lately is argue with everyone. and now, confronted with your little brother calling you bitch, you find that youre exhausted.

"i have, havent i?" you finally admit.

dustin nods. "yeah."

you forget sometimes how smart the kid can be. hes only nine and yet here he is, calling you out for actions you shouldve noticed yourself. hes too young to be worrying about this.

"im sorry,"

"its okay. i get it. he sucks, doesnt he?"

"he does, but im still sorry for being such a bitch."

"i thought we couldnt use that word."

you ruffle dustins hair. "nope, youre not allowed to. i am, though."

he sighs, as if expecting that response, and starts to walk out your room. the conversation doesnt feel finished yet, however, and you call after him. "wait!'

"i gotta pee."

"okay, and i told you to wait."

he groans but sits back down on your bed. "do you wanna... talk?"

"ew!"

"i know, but... im serious, buddy. we havent really talked since dad left and i realize i kinda suck as a big sister right now." you feel guilt crawling up your throat, one of the few emotions youve felt these last few days. your dad left a few weeks ago, but sometimes it feels like its been a lifetime.

"you dont suck," dustin reassures you. "youre just... scary right now."

you snort. "yeah, like thats any better."

its quiet now, and dustin sits stiffly against your bed. he seems scared being so close to you, as if you could erupt any second, and you feel horrible for it. youre not sure what you can do, though. theres still so much anger within you, resentment and betrayal, and you dont know how to express so much without hurting those around you.

then, an idea comes to you.

"what about this. we'll call it a code blue."

dustin looks up at you, curious. "whats a code blue?"

"well, my dear brother, its something we'll do when we cant express how we feel or when we think the other sibling needs to have a talk. whenever one of us calls a code blue, the other has to answer honestly and listen as best as they can. once its over, we never bring it up again and we conclude with a hug. hows that sound?"

he thinks for a moment. "honest about anything?"

"mhm,"

"alright. i think that could work. seems less emotional."

you laugh. "i figured youd like that part."

"so... code blue?" dustin asks hesitantly.

"code blue."

you tell dustin everything, explaining why youve been so destructive and bitter and mean. he listens as best as any nine year old can, and as you tell him everything, the weight that had been pressing against your chest these last few weeks begins to lessen. slowly, during the code blue, it becomes easier to breathe.

when youre finally done, right as the last words leave your lips, dustin throws his arms around you. "i love you."

you bring a hand to his hair and kiss the top of his head. "i love you, too. dont let me get all mean again, yeah?"

"i wont."

"good."

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[dani-says-stuff]

sooooooo... i know i havent written for him yet but.... hurt/comfort with finnick odair? 🥺

like i was rewatching the movies the other day and remembered just how desperately i want to give him a hug.

teaser below the cut - all hurt, no comfort yet - lemme knowww

minor TW for allusions to prostitution and the things Snow forced him to do:

He was supposed to be free tonight. All he had to do, was make it through this party without being propositioned. 

It was supposed to be a treat—the words still ringing in his head even hours later—a well deserved rest after a week of nonstop visitors. A well deserved rest after clients who each left with glittering reviews. A treat. Snow had smiled eerily, making his skin crawl, no appointments on the books for his company. 

That’s what was supposed to happen. 

He should’ve known it was too good to be true. 

Finnick’s heart dropped to his stomach, shattering into thousands of fine fragments, when one of the individuals helping run his schedule approached him, leaning over into his ear. 

“The President’s daughter requests your presence tonight.”

The plans of sitting silently in his room, staring at the ceiling and enjoying silence, ripped away in those seven words.

His sliver of freedom, relief, snatched away once again.

[sturnsshake]

flirty bsf matt headcanons - m.s

about: five head cannons of bsf matt and bsf reader who secretly like each other but are too afraid to admit it.

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flirty bsf matt who... is always kinda touchy with you:

he is always tryna touch your waist or hips, arms or legs, literally any physical touch he can get from you he loves. but its only with you.. he hates when his brothers are hugging him or he has to great a person with even something so little as a handshake. not with you tho.

"i needa huggg" he whines as his body harshly flops onto your body that was, half awake on the bed.

"matt! your heavyyy!" i whine, attempting to push him off me but he just nuzzles into me more, ignoring my complaints. i eventually surrender to him, reciprocating the embrace.

flirty bsf matt who... always makes sure to laugh at your jokes:

whenever you make a joke, even if its not funny he cackles at whatever you said. it’s a kinda extra… you dont know what it is, he just laughs harder, longer, louder when you say something remotely funny. his smile turns into something soft, and you both secretly know it’s more than just about the joke.

“you’re so extra, matt," you tease as he bursts into laughter at your lame joke.

"that was hilarious!" he cackles, clutching his stomach like it’s the funniest thing he's ever heard.

"but it wasn’t even that good..." you giggle at his reaction, raising an eyebrow.

"Don’t care, still hilarious!" he says, grinning at you.

flirty bsf matt who... is super protective over you:

though he’s chill, there’s a protective side to matt that shows up when other people try to get too close to you. he'll always make sure you're comfortable, giving you the side-eye when someone is getting a little too close. matt is never afraid to fight for you or stand up to people for you.

matt notices this guy has been getting closer and closer to you all night. since you arrived at the party, this guy hasnt given you anytime away from him. matt notices your starting to get uncomfy.

"alright thats it, leave her alone man, she clearly isnt interested" matt barks at the guy, as he wraps his hands around your waist.

flirty bsf matt who... can always tell when somethings bothering you:

matt’s got this sixth sense when it comes to you. even when you try to act normal, he can instantly tell when something’s off. he’ll notice the smallest details, stuff sometimes you dont even pick up on. like the way you’re not laughing as much, or how you’re picking at your food. and when he does, his first instinct is to gently prod.

“what’s up? you’ve been quiet all day…” but it always sounds so sweet, like he genuinely cares. "talk to me... i know you, and i know something's not right." he says, interlocking our fingers.

flirty bsf matt who... finds out you havent been kissed in a while and does something about it:

you were talking matts ear off, in his bed, giving him a rundown of your day at work. it was a common thing for you and matt for you to be sitting on matts lap, facing him and just yap.

"and then she told him tha-" your words were cut off by matts lips on yours.

you still for a moment, in shock but quickly reciprocate the kiss, melting into his lips as his hands sneak to your waist and your wrap around his neck.

the kiss is finally broken and we both stare at each other, heaving, our foreheads resting on eachothers.

"ya wouldnt stop talking so i shut ya up." matt giggles as you smile at him, leaning in, needing the contact once again.

A/N: idk how to feel about this.. i feel like maybe a part 2 in a fic form for the last one?? idk, you tell me guys!

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[randomcontentdude]

Alright guys, so there are three topics that ive reflected on lately and I think deserve their own posts: Sex, money and permanence. All of them independent from each other obviously. I feel like I owe you a little recap of the last month. We left off at me leaving my Aunt's in somewhat relief. I had a blast with my childhood best friend, I went to visit cute places then came back home in absolute relief. I did text GG blond over the holidays but I didnt once I got back in the city. he did.

This was unexpected but also everything made sense. He had posted a story saying he's now going to only date ugly men who treat him kindly and the proceeded to text me two days after, making conversation and ultimately inviting me out for climbing. Here's how I feel about it: Just in the same way I would hate to "settle" for someone I dont feel as attracted to, I feel like I dont deserve to be the "ugly man that treats him nicely". I am no greek model but I would say im pretty good looking and I don't deserve to be seen or treated this way. And I think certain situations that I will grasp upon in the sex post have helped me realise how worthy I am of finding someone that likes me and I feel the same about them. Its all about timing and place.

Anyways, anyhow, he asked me to go climbing and I asked to reschedule for the following day since I had finals. we went climbing as a group, my friends were also there, oh dont forget to mention he hugged me when he saw me. we climbed as a group calmly, I was catching a cold at this moment so I was super weak but I managed to stay alive through his hour sesh (I stayed for two hours) and when he was leaving he said "I think im gonna go" to which I answered "alright" and he did not seem to happy about my answer, even debating me with a "hmm?", idk what he expects from me. Did he wanted me to offer dinner with him?

I told popular trio girl everything about gg blond for the first time and she actually thinks im not insane, I thought she was gonna be very judgmental.

I had to handle my exams, an awful cold and living alone at the same time, all I could feel was defeat when performing poor exams over the week, but im trying my best, specially since mom wants me to get a job urgently and I had to handle that too. I did not feel too stressed, and it shows since I havent shown many physical signs of stress (just my typical rash in hands and feet(the feet rash is new(new as in this summer))). Just a constant feeling of defeat, its okay, I can re take them in June, it won't affect me.

I went out on Saturday too and many things went down:

We didnt invite the part of the friend group that 1. wouldn't have like coming 2. wouldn't ave come because we had an exam left. Snowwhite didnt really liked me posting without blocking them but honestly I couldn't cares less if they see or not because I know did nothing wrong

I made out with no one and honestly whilst It sort of took a toll on my ego it ultimately didn't affect me after I left the club, I had a blast with my friends and thats all that matters.

It was a very healthy night out, I drank in moderation and no bad things went down, we just went out, had fun and had little moments

I took a bunch of photos with and of strangers because bad bunny said it "I shouldve taken more pictures

Oh right and, after I left my childhood friend sent me a voice note telling me how even though she loved me and had a great time and all sometimes she fell a little uncomfortable by some joke me and her sister made which valid ofc, but also that she felt like im very pushy in discussions and always try to be right. This is something I have been working on on ever since, and something I keep in mind. This is something I dont want to keep doing.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

list of some of the most on-brand forfy lore i can remember rn

when i was like 5 my parents took me into the city (rare event) & as a big fan on animals i got really excited to see masses of pigeons & me (5) wanted to go hug them so i spread my arms out & ran over to a bunch of them and they all took off together & kicked dirt in my eyes & i fell to my knees crying in the middle of the city. so i have held a grudge against pigeons for like 20 years now. ive also apparently learned nothing from this bc now i live in the city & see pigeons every day & theyre cute & stupid & i will be trying to pick one up if it gets too close to me. i do not expect this to end will. it will not stop me and i will get mad about it

i made up a fake sister for an essay once. wrote a whole thing about how she inspired me in my life but she moved to brazil & i havent heard from her since so im worried for her. the assignment had nothing to do with that it was a task in using a word with two different definitions & making those definitions into a cohesive theme. i got a 91 on it and that was bc i dont proofread and am notably bad at spelling. anyway my sister is name linesus (combination of linda & jesus. she's 51.6% jesus. the bible figure yeah.) shes 11 years older than me and works as a worm farmer in brazil. shes also dead from worm farming accidents. was a trend for several years for several friends & i to say "linesus didnt die for this" whenever something went wrong or was inconvenient

this isnt really a secret so i'll say it but the name akire actually is a nickname a friend & i came up with in a middle school math class bc we were bored & went hey we should just start calling each other by our names but written backwards. and then it just stuck & i still have irls that call me akire to this day. almost as stupid of a name origin as forfy being from me misspelling forklift, my friend intending to make fun of the typo but spelling it even worse, then me trying to make fun of THAT typo & accidentally making it even worse & then going "that sounds like some dumb ass name i'd use for an oc. im gonna use it for me"

had a crush on a guy in class in high school which is nothing except i'm socially inept & decided instead of talking to him to his face i would take inspiration from this site's anonymous mail feature & write little anonymous notes during breaks(boring stuff like have a nice day & what not) & slip them into his locker after lunch when no one was around to see me do it (they let lunch leave before other classes finished). this went on for a while until one of my friends was talking about it bc they heard from his friends that it was happening and i was like oh yeah dont tell anyone thats me & she was like dude he is totally losing his mind over who is doing this. & i immediately stopped. he never found out about it.

at one point started calling my all friends "son" & they started calling me "dad" in response. except the same friend who gave me the akire nickname it evolved into being clacl bc the cl looks like a d.

i've always been obsessed with things i like & would use them for school projects if applicable thats nothing new but it really reached its hight when they asked me for a timeline of life highlights to put in the high school year book & one of the few things i put was getting into shuuen no shiori project

this is just showing off A Skill but like i said i didnt grow up in a city & i also was just encouraged to do whatever as a kid unsupervised so long as it doesnt cause problems so one of my hobbies was getting boots on going into the shallow end of a pond & bare fist catching frogs while theyre in the water. i can still consistently do this. less consistently i can also do it with small turtles, they tend to flee earlier than frogs so its harder to get close enough.

for a science class we had to do a project where we took an existing song and make it about cells. i chose ryo's world is mine feat hatsune miku & made it cell themed & sang it in front of the whole class. i may or may not still have the lyrics doc somewhere on an old laptop

i think my current audience knows this but i kept running into vocaloid producer tokyo marcopolo at vocaloid conventions & he always recognized me after the first time so at the january vomas when i remembered i brought my own stickers with i ended up going back to his booth & giving him a rime lapis sticker as a rime fan solidarity thing.

got the nickname sass for a whole year from an english teacher because at the beginning of the year i had to get a form signed by my parents and she jokingly said it looked a little forged & i just shrugged and said "unfortunate"

i had a doppelgänger phenomenon for several years. genuinely i thought it was a friend known to make things up to keep things interesting until several more trustworthy friends and my own mother told me they encountered it. i was told frequently it was seen at school in the hallways & wouldnt answer when talked to. i was like okay its probably just someone who looks like me until several said they saw it with my locker open grabbing books. i barely knew my combination let alone anyone else. also so many of these happened when i was out of school sick so it wasn't just me having a dissociative episode. my mother's also told me she's heard me or seen me walk into different rooms in my actual house but then i wasnt there. i was either in my own room or at a friends house when it happened. still have no idea what went on there because theres no way all those people, some of whom hated each other, would all get together to make it up

not too long ago a guy tried to pick me up & usually i try to leave those situations as soon as possible bc im just not interested but i hadn't eaten in almost a day so i was like yeah sure i'll go to a cafe with u & i got a drink & some cake out of it and this guy actually ended up being someone super into vocaloid who'd gone to night hike & even did some synth work himself so we talked about vocaloid for about an hour. and then we left the cafe & he immediately asked in no uncertain terms to fuck. & i said no but it remains one of the funniest interactions ive had in my life

i had to make a board game for a class once & i made mine themed around cryptids like mothman & the chubracabra etc & i started crying in class from trying not to laugh bc i was trying to draw a bigfoot silhouette in illustrator (my beloathed) & i accidentally made him super buff

[spicy--meatball]

ranking 550+ music genres: PART 2

once again i am deceitful, here is another post today because im having a Fucking Time (good)

(4) Abstract Hip Hop

on the tierlist, the image for abstract hip hop is of MF Doom, so i was pretty excited for this genre. i didnt actually listen to any MF Doom for this though.

many of the songs i listened to lacked vocals, but they were still very intriguing and unique. i heard influences from other genres, such as blues and jazz. this is definitely a genre i would recommend to someone who thinks theyre too high and mighty to listen to hip hop, even though these songs differ a lot from what theyre probably thinking of as hip hop.

this genre hits a lot different than my regular brainslop listening habits (i.e: fast electronic music). each song has a story to tell. this stuff makes great contemplation music, because its hard not to reflect on my life while listening to these songs. theyre groovy enough to keep my attention but also lowkey enough that theyd also make good studying/drawing music. its all just so smooth. ugh, i cant do this genre enough justice. go listen to some abstract hip hop!!!

with all that being said, abstract hip hop gets our first "incredible. i fw this heavy" ranking. which i accidentally spoiled in the last post because i didnt know about the 10 music embeds limit.

Abstract Hip Hop song recs

(5) Acid Croft

im familiar with some acid genres, such as acidcore and acid house, but ive never heard of acid croft. i dont know what i was expecting but my expectations were blown with the first song i clicked on. this shit is WILD! some of these songs remind me of breakbeats.

if youre like me and havent heard of acid croft before, the best way i can describe it is a celtic jig mixed with jazzy bass and acid synths, especially for my first song rec. these are song elements i had no idea could mesh this well, never in my wildest dreams. these songs are intriguing in a different sense than abstract hip hop, theyre just so bizarre. i guess thats to be expected with any genre that has "acid" in the title, but i digress. im very happy someone came up with this mixture of song elements. the second song rec, which was the first song i clicked on, made me furrow my brow in confusion and fascination.

as my own informal rule of thumb, i was going to try and give different artists for each song rec. well, it seems the Peatbog Faeries have spearheaded this genre because like 70% of the songs i could find listed as acid croft are by them. this genre is getting a "in the right time and place, fuck yeah" ranking from me.

Acid Croft song recs

(6) Acid Jazz

im already somewhat familiar with this genre, but i dont listen to it regularly. this stuff goes hard though. i need every small coffee shop business or boba shop to start playing acid jazz please.

this shit sounds like melty caramel. in a good way. just a slow, tranquil stream of caramel floating in the air. and brick walkways at night, hugged tightly by the buildings around it. this also makes good study music, sometimes.

as for my first song rec, i was going to click away to another acid jazz song and then... i dunno. something about the piano and saxophone and bass going up and down and every which way intrigued me to stick around. i was wondering why this unconventional way of arranging music didnt bother me, quite the opposite actually. theres so many shapes and colors in this song and they are chalky. i ended up putting this song on loop, like what in the genuine shit is happening? (in a very good way). i like confusion :)

i guess this is my sign to listen to acid jazz every waking hour of the day. so many varied moods. this shit can soothe or it can get you certified ZEEKIN. Holay Molay.

"incredible. i fw this heavy" tier. absolutely phenomenal. * jeremy clarkson voice* 'ery noice

Acid Jazz song recs

current rankings. more to come

[jiminjeonging]

Im not even religious but I will be praying for jmj live or tiktok every day until it happens istg, lets just hope we get a miracle, nothing wrong with getting a lot of audiz content i do love the bff dynamics we get with them and its very fun but cmon sm let jmj out of the basement and let them post more content!! They have expressed in the past how they have filmed content together but stoopid sm wont ever let it see the light of day, im praying for the whole aespa fandom and jmjers starting from today hope it works yall ✊️😔.

And also, i saw the anon talking about sm silencing them or pulling them apart or something like that, and I definitely agree, mainly because they want the girls to have a specific image to appeal to the public and wheneved we get any other pair that isnt jmj u can tell that they only give off good friends vibes and people like it, thats why they go with that image, but when jmj does content together there is this different vibe in their bond, and i have a feeling that sm has had to cut a lot of content from behind videos or just straight up havent posted special jmj content. They only use their dynamics when they want the public to see a pair of friends that have known each other the longest in the group, so they bring them to reality shows or interviews sometimes to show that dynamic, but i think its noticeable sm is tired of cutting so much content and making it tone it down and im sure they have told jmj to separate more than once in the past, its very sad cause even if other pairs are very fun and heartwarming (mingmingz is so cute thats the purest form of cutie patootie turns fierce when protecting another cutie patootie 💗) i think jmj is also a pair that can appeal to the public and everyone loves jmj cmon (regardless of shipping or not the pair) anyways enough rambling for today idek what i just wrote lmao

thank you for your prayers may they come true<3<3

honestly yeah jmj has been getting separated and i think its been obvious like jmj themselves called out them cutting their karaoke and all of their hugs got cut too.. i also think they were told to tone down skinship since they are moments of them hesitating to hold each other :(( they are sent to one show per cb to promote the cb as the popular duo and thats it. jmj is very much known with gp too like they can stop interacting for a year and koreans would still scream Karwin😭😭 thats why them not having official content and getting censored is very much sus like you're telling me they werent ever offered a duo photoshoot when even their fanfics blow up in korea😭😭