#but hiii anon

[sickmachete]

are you okay ? you haven’t posted for ages

ahh yea just goin thru a bit of a rough patch atm and its srsly been draining my social battery to hell but 💪 we persevere 💪ill be okay :'-)

[daily-basil]

All the basils hanging out (stranger, rw basil, headspace basil, an au basil and a plushie one)

Omofalls Basil looks a bit suspicious but i swear he's mentally stable guys!!!! for real!!!

[cyanicdoodle]

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girl you can't even do a vertical jump for beef

[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[merakiui]

mera your brain is actually humongous with the soul eater/magical girl au.

i feel like floyd would be like the buster sword/broad from final fantasy 7 (due to design) because of the design.

oooooo just imagining matching your wavelength with him he’d be ecstatic 💕💕💕

my heart omg, i love this

also if you do anons can i be 🎀 anon if not thats totally fine

AAAA YES YES!!! That’s such a brilliant idea. I could definitely see Floyd as that sort of weapon. >w< the design truly does fit him.

Floyd who is just so difficult to handle and wield as a weapon. Everyone assumes there’s no one he could ever match wavelengths with because of how temperamental he is, so it’s a shock when you’re able to do so after much trial and error. You were an awkward duo at first, seemingly opposites who’d never be able to cooperate, but you were determined and Floyd insisted he’d only be your weapon. No one else’s. You’re both stubborn and refuse to give up.

So naturally you’re extremely ecstatic after you match wavelengths. Floyd who transforms back into his human form to celebrate with you, cheering loudly. You’ll get dinner and brag to your friends about it, both of you so eager to finally prove everyone who thought otherwise wrong.

Hehe and maybe Floyd finally starts to recognize that what he feels for you isn’t just friendly affection. :) crushing on you in silence aaaaaa!!!! <3

[stuffeddeer]

thinking about extremely whipped and easily jealous pm dazai with a big crush on reader who keeps talking to chuuya. he assumes this means they have something that he and reader doesn’t have and gets sad about it. he goes to the bar just to vent about it to chuuya who spits his wine everywhere and tells him how stupid be is because y/n likes HIM more than any other person

extremely whipped dazai… anon you’re speaking my language

Dazai had been drinking more than usual, Chuuya had quickly noticed. While the two were quick to claim that they aren’t friends, it was common to see them sitting next to each other after a particularly long day sharing a bottle of wine and venting. Today was no different, the men relaxing in the ginger’s office on his expensive leather chairs, crowding around his desk. The bandaged man poured himself another heavy glass of the bottle Chuuya had been saving for a while, causing him to grumble under his breath.

“I dunno why you’re so angry…”

The short man scoffed at that, deciding to top off his glass as well while he spoke. “You purposely picked the bottle I was savin’,” reddened cheeks give away his slipping sobriety, “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Wasn’t tryna hide it,” Dazai had let out a scoff of his own, chin resting on the hard wood of Chuuya’s work desk. He glared down at the many signed documents, huffing angrily at the signatures of his rival. “You owe me this, at least.”

Chuuya’s eyebrows furrowed pensively. Owed Dazai for what? ��I don’t remember makin’ a bet with ya…”

“Not a bet,” Dazai let out a frustrated sigh. “Listen, you owe me.”

“And I’m askin’ for what!” Chuuya’s hat slipped off of his head as he stood up suddenly, the wine in his glass sloshing as he glared down at the usually-taller brunet.

Dazai chugged the rest of his glass. He’d never been a wine-guy, much preferring a nice scotch to Chuuya’s choice of alcohol, so he stuck out his tongue in distaste after the liquid passed his throat. The sight of Dazai’s disgust made Chuuya grit his teeth. If he doesn’t like it, then he should drink something else!

The two were completely plastered. With Chuuya being a lightweight and Dazai finishing off a few bottles on his own, it was destined to happen at some point. Because of their inebriated states, the shorter of the two misheard what Dazai had poorly slurred out after downing his drink. “One more time?” He asked, still unsure what made Dazai so angry with him.

Dazai’s cheeks flushed pink, and not just from the alcohol. How dare this slug make him repeat himself? “You heard me!”

“Did you say— “

“Yes!”

Chuuya’s mouth opened to an understanding o-shape: so he had said your name. “Okay, but, why do I owe you my expensive wines?”

Dazai grabbed the neck of the wine bottle before standing up himself, towering over the ginger. “Whatever! I don’t even wanna be here!”

“I’m not kicking you out, you moron! Just don’t know why you’re actin’ like this!” His hand reached out to grab Dazai’s shoulder, stopping him from leaving.

“You’re pulling them away from me,” he turned to Chuuya with a pout. “You two are always together acting all buddy-buddy. What do you have that I don’t? Why don’t they like me?”

Glass shattered on Chuuya’s nicely wooden office floor, swearing to himself as the wine within the glass splashed up on his shoes and the legs of his nice desk chair. He was too drunk to be embarrassed over dropping his drink, still shocked someone so smart could be so stupid. “D-Dazai, you’re a moron!” He sputters out, jumping away quickly to grab a broom.

“Yeah,” Dazai sits back on his seat with a sad and defeated smile. “I guess I am a moron.” He takes a big swig from the expensive bottle, finishing off the last few drops. The bandaged man’s eyes closed, letting the now empty bottle fall from his hand and onto his lap.

He barely notices Chuuya kneel back down by the desk, gently using a towel to suck up all the wine in between the broken glass pieces. Just as he begins to brush the shards to the side (he’d clean up properly tomorrow), he looked over to see Dazai’s somber look.

“I know what you’re thinkin’,” Chuuya sighs. “I’m not sayin’ you’re a moron for thinking you have a chance with them. You’re a moron for thinking I do.”

Dazai rolls his eyes. The last thing he wanted was Chuuya’s pity. “Hey,” he grabbed the empty bottle again, shaking it in front of the ginger’s face. “We’re outta wine.”

“We?” He scoffed in reply before continuing. “I’m bein’ serious, Dazai. They’re pretty much in love with you. We talk a lot because they’re nervous you’re gonna figure out their secret. Always tellin’ me about how perceptive and smart you are… Makes me sick, honestly.”

No one knows Dazai as well as Chuuya, and same with the inverse. Dazai knew Chuuya wouldn’t lie about something like this to him, especially after recognizing that he was being vulnerable for a tiny moment. Realiing this, Dazai’s heart fluttered. He turned to look at his rival with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, not saying a word as he silently pleaded for Chuuya to be telling the truth.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that, mackerel. They like you. Dunno why, but it’s true.”

Fumbling with his discarded coat, Dazai stands up abruptly. The wine bottle tumbles towards the floor, causing to Chuuya to panic and quickly catch it. “I need to see them!”

“Sit down, asshole!” He gently puts the empty bottle on his desk, letting out a huff of annoyance. “You’re shitfaced, y’know. Sober up. Talk to ‘em tomorrow.”

Dazai’s heart was beating out of his chest. How could he wait until tomorrow to talk with you? All he wanted in that moment was to hold you close - feel the warmth of your skin, bury his face into the crook of your neck, tell you how much you mean to him and how much you are his…

“Hey, drink some water, ‘kay? Whatever you’re thinking, remember they’re probably asleep right now.”

He groaned in annoyance. What does chibi know, anyway? Chin resting against the wooden desk once more, Dazai’s eyes shut in defeat. “Okay…

“...do they really like me?” He opened one eye for a moment, gazing over once again to see if Chuuya was being honest.

“More than they’ve ever liked anyone, apparently.”

A big grin pulled at his lips once Chuuya spoke, smile barely contained as his non-bandaged eye shut again.

[artdcnaldson]

(can I be 🎶 anon?)

idk...idk idk idk. stuffing your panties in Patrick's mouth while you ride him....is this anything.

Mmmmmmphf because he is such a yapper when he’s fucking/being fucked. He loves going on and on about how good you take his dick, how deep he is inside of you, how wet and tight you are. And then he goads you about how much you love it, how bad you need his cock even when you’re acting like a stuck up bitch about it. Meanwhile YOU’RE the one doing all the work, and he’s talking like he’s god’s gift to pussy? Looking all smug even though you can hear those little moans he tries to speak around, feel the way his cock pulses and throbs inside of you.

So you shut him up with your panties, and he’s all drooly around the fabric, still moaning and loud even with the makeshift gag. When you’ve both cum and you pull them out of his mouth, he asks if he can keep them.

[harkermylee]

driving anon here again!! lowkey been having brainrot about jealous!lee and what she'd be like bc I feel like she'd be so shy in doing/saying anything direct but her body language would be SCREAMING jealousy or smth hehe

DRIVING ANON I ADORE U😭😭.

soooo, lets say you’re having a get together at your house. took a lot of convincing for lee to agree and have to be in the presence of other people who aren’t her girlfriend.

RAHH okay! you invited some old friends over, one of the friends being.. a guy who used to have a crush on you in high school (yuck!) lee knew about this guy because of everything you said about him when you guys would talk about childhood. she IMMEDIATELY disliked him.

when she saw him walk into the house, her demeanor changed. she didn’t greet him (to be honest she didn’t really greet anyone), but i mean NO EYE CONTACT with this man at all!!

you noticed this but didn’t say much, just assuming she was maybe already getting overstimulated. but she sticked by you at all times, not leaving your side whenever he was there.

this was odd to you since most of the time she would be trying to find a way to escape the party, so you knew something was up -_-..

NOW, lets say lee has to do something and has to leave your side for a bit. sure fine! that’s great! but this is where that dirty whore of a man comes up to you and tries to strike of conversation, obviously (and miserably) flirting with you.

you obviously didn’t want to seem rude! you haven’t seen him for years and you couldn’t just ditch him! do you talked to him until lee came back.

so, she comes backkk. she sees you guys talking, at first she didn’t think much of it. staying quiet and just watching, that was until she saw him place a hand on your shoulder.

oh this angered her. was she gonna show it or let you know? absolutely not. but the look on her face was different, and she seemed more tense as she walked next to you.

she fumbled with her fingers and the turtle neck she was wearing, slightly rocking on her heels while staring at the two of you. you glanced at her a few times, noticing her behavior and how she was acting.

you wanted to question it but you knew she wouldn’t answer, so you just placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. this calmed her down a bit, but her mind was RACING with thoughts.

“why did he touch her?” “doesn’t he know she has a girlfriend?” “why didn’t she say anything?” “what if she doesn’t like me anymore?” “AHHH-“

the party ends and you send everyone home, you were tired and walked to your bedroom. lee was already there, still looking tense and a bit shaky. she looked at you as you walked in.

“lee? you okay? you seemed off baby, talk to me.” you said as you crawled into bed with her.

now, she was like a ticking time bomb and your words made her burst.

“i-i mean! he was basically all over you!! and he looked like he wanted to fuck you and it made me so mad! didn’t he know that you have a girlfriend? g-gosh! and when he put his stupid hand on your shoulder god i just wanted to take out my gu-“

“LEE!!!” you shouted at her, your eyes wide as you watched her just ramble all those words. to be honest you lost her at “all over you!!”, she just started to sound like gibberish after that..

you hugged her side and pulled her close, “lee, calm down. it’s okay. he’s a friend, i dislike him as much as you do, but i would never leave you or even think about leaving you. especially with him, let alone a man!!”

she was silent, her doe eyes looking up at you (sorry she’s just so deer coded i wanna kiss her). she frowned gently and laid her head on your chest, “i’m sorry.” she whispered, sounding small.

you shook your head and placed a kiss on her head, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. “don’t apologize, it was cute. seeing you all riled up over a stupid man. i love you.”

she felt slightly embarrassed and nuzzled into your chest, muffling a small “i love you too.”

the rest of the night was full of cuddles and reassurance :3 giggling over the situation later in the mornin <3.

—-

i enjoyed writing this sm i’m gonna sob!!!! jealous!lee rahhhhh. i made her a bit fluffy here, sorta sorry if that’s not what you wanted😭😭. i will def remake this with a moreeeee spicy lee HISDKEJHFNF.

[emotionally-attached]

☀️☀️Sunny dayssss☀️☀️

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

The guy that giant trash monster cadu Williams stabs and infects with evil juices (Detective Larson)

this isn't him this is @nachosforfree's detective Blythe who i thiiink is sortve based off him. IDK I've been thinking about his situationship with Afton a lot recently so

[yanderemommabean]

BBBBF Bean: Ok I meant to send this like a day or two ago but oops. Anyways, I offer you the TRUE scenario of no survival, Yandere Alpha Alien Bees. say goodbye to being able to walk properly (if at all) and say hello to the Alien Bees but with knots and probs a penchant for biting.

If you're able to talk you're able to be bred again, is all I have to say

❤️❤️❤️❤️

-Mommabean (You aren't leaving that room for a wwhhiilllee )

[statementlou]

https://x.com/Harrygreeneyesx/status/1848371979381850298?t=_OQAw_4Tyvma-undNloWMg&s=19

It's the sun, so I don't know how reliable the source is, but if it's true, I'll be more upset than I already was with this preventable situation. Knowing liam kept going downstairs to the lobby so he wasn't alone and hotel workers SAW he needed help but did NOTHING just sent him back to his room instead of calling an ambulance or something was upsetting but if this is also true I just can't.

ugh I don't buy this at ALL. The link shows the Sun saying Liam was clean right before all this happened which is true; he had to stay in Argentina a few extra days to get his visa for the US reissued and in order to do that he had to drug test, and that test was clean. That's been widely reported. But then they say that the reason he then got fucked up was because a hotel employee "pushed" drugs on him which is fucking nonsense imo. I can't know! But they sure can't either and the likelihood that an addict who had just passed a sobriety test was like hell yeah a little reward and sought out the drugs is literally OFF THE CHARTS, MUCH higher than that an employee found a random guest and was like "heyyyy cmon you know you want to..." TBH the fucking racism and weird shit I'm seeing is INSANE and this is just more of the same if you ask me. I see people saying, unchallenged, that this wouldn't have happened in the US, that he would have been taken care of given proper treatment like ARE YOU JOKING?? This is exactly what would have happened in the US, if the cops didn't literally show up and shoot him, a genuinely common outcome of calling the police on people in altered states here in the US. I mean it's a tangent to this ask but: can we all just get our fucking xenophobia and racism under control for 10 minutes, actually?? This is a terrible situation and we would all like it to have gone differently but this is an opportunity to have some eyes opened to the treatment that users receive WORLDWIDE due to the puritanical stigmas and stereotyping around drug use and the way people DIE because of it every day, rather than be like "wow seems like people in LATAM are really fucked up gosh so glad WE'RE not like that" like babes? YOU ARE. YOUR COUNTRY IS TOO. Go volunteer at a needle exchange in Liam's honor and meet some addicts and understand that they are just people with problems and that they are being treated like human garbage for it everywhere and are DYING of that. Beautiful people with a lot to offer the world are dying every day because episodes like this are handled badly. Because there aren't safe use sites. Because they see themselves as lesser and worthless because they're told that's the case and they give up. Seeing this happen to someone you value can be a window to greater understanding and sympathy- having it instead be used to foster racism and a sense of superiority is a fucking shame and doesn't honor Liam in the least imo.

[hopeful-hellion]

*One mailman is sitting around the hotel looking at an ad for voxtech shaking his head.*

"He's encouraging laziness...he'd be popular in Sloth."

Jackie walks into the lobby, yawning drowsily. They've only been up an hour after all the bullshit they ended up in the day before, they're still quite worn. So that's why it doesn't click in their brain right away that a total stranger is sitting right across from them on the couch.

They look up absentmindedly, recognizing the color scheme of the Vees immediately. "I bet that's not the only place." They roll their eyes. "I swear that bitchass TV head is-" their eyes widen as they turn to look at the stranger, "-who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Christ had they welcomed a new hotel resident last night? They must be more tired than they thought...

[merakiui]

Hi malleus begger here again (maybe i can be 🐉anon). I just saw damsel and I NEEEED THAT MALLEUS FIC!! Maybe the dragon in the movie was able to have one other child and that one is malleus. He helped his mother get vengeance for his siblings death, until yuu fell into the cave and he fell madly in love. Then it's malleus obsessed while hunting you down to keep you safe from his mother and you running away because big scary dragon. Maybe he takes his humanoid form to trick you into thinking you've been saved by some prince charming but its just him finally getting what he wants. Don't mind the horns and fangs and glowing green eyes, he's your savior here to take you away. Maybe its his first breeding season and you are just so tempting. Idk please excuse my obsessed babble.

AAAA YES YES OTL running away from two big, scary dragons!!!! >_< but one of them doesn't want to hurt you hehe. Maybe Malleus convinces his mother to spare you and now that you're no longer a sacrifice you can live happily in the caves with him as his mate. Malleus who doesn't want to scare or hurt you any more than you've already been, so he keeps his human form when he's working you open on his fingers to prepare you for his cock. You cry and squirm, but he shushes you gently and promises you you're safe here. Those dreadful humans betrayed you and for that it is inexcusable. He'll be sure to make them all pay for acting so callous towards you!

Mama Draconia warms up to you once she truly gets to know you. It's been a few months and you're pleasantly plump with Malleus's child, so soft and sweet. She can't wait to welcome the little one into the world. You've tried to escape a few times, but it's impossible to get past a dragon when you're so tiny and they have such great hearing. ;;; Malleus fawns over you, so happy to have you here with him. He loves you very much. <3

There is no kingdom for you to return to, for it's been reduced to ash.

[stuffeddeer]

i randomly thought of pm!dazai and ada!reader and……

You shifted uncomfortably on the wooden seat, hands fiddling with the hem of the black tablecloth. Dread isn't strong enough to describe what you felt leading up to this.

"You haven't even looked at the menu, darling," Dazai smirked across from you, a glimmer of amusement in his eye.

Without your usual aggressively crude retort that always had Dazai holding back laughter, you timidly picked up the fancy, leather bound menu - hands now fiddling with the thick string keeping it sewed together rather than the tablecloth. Your gaze was thoughtless, barely registering the exorbitant dishes listed alongside exorbitant wines.

The bandaged man sighed, his frown a clear indication of his annoyance, but kept his mouth shut.

You thought back to the president’s plea with you the day before. He hadn’t expressly told you to play nice with the executive of your rival organization (he wasn’t that kind of man), but the way he asked you to stay calm and remain vigilant told you all you needed to know. Furrowed brows pointed down at the menu allowed Dazai to read your frustration.

The two of you had done nothing more than trade blows on the battlefield — usually to Dazai’s success — and yet he’d appeared at the agency one day to ask for permission to court you. Had he not been your enemy, you would have considered it sweet, dismissing that the bouquet of daisies he brought came stolen from the flowerpots of the café below. He was anxiously fiddling with the white petals, panic in his gaze when he’d accidentally pull one off the flowers. The dangerous demon prodigy of the mafia you’d been warned against time and time again was utterly smitten with you to a pitiful degree.

He seemed to have cleaned up his act since then, smirking confidently at you while leaning back in his chair across the table. Shifting, he moved forward just enough to gently push your menu down, following the action with a soft, “Hey.”

You looked up at him, taking his place as the nervous one between the two. Having succeeded in gaining your attention, Dazai rested his chin on the palms of both hands, continuing to lean in towards you.

“You’re uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t a question, merely an observation, and yet you replied as though it were. “I’m not.”

Still no witty retort. The thought caused Dazai to sigh once more, but his grin remained the same. “If you didn’t want to go on a date, why did you agree?” His tone was nonchalant, a slight shrug punctuating his question as he leans back comfortably once again, but you knew better. His finger running over the rim of his empty wine glass, gaze shifting from you to down at the table for a moment too long…

“You know why,” you choose to reply, not mentioning his nervous demeanor.

Of course Dazai knew why.

“Have you two had enough time to look over the wine menu?” A cute waitress stood at the edge of your table, a polite smile on her face and hands clasped together behind her back professionally.

Silence held still for a moment too long before you decided to speak up. “No, sorry, not quite— “

“We won’t need to.” He quietly folded up the separate wine menu, handing it back to the waitress. Your brief moment of shock quickly turned to disdain as he continued. “The bottle that should have arrived this morning will do. Under Dazai,” He spoke cockily.

This motherfucker had a bottle of wine flown in for this. He asked you out the day before, so how long has he had this planned out?

The waitress politely took the wine menu from him, her eyes lighting up momentarily as she realized who he was. “Ah, Mr. Dazai! We’ll have that out for you shortly. Our owner wanted me to commend you on your great taste. It’s a shame she couldn’t be here in person.”

A dismissive wave of his hand sends the waitress away, leaving to grab whatever bottle he specifically ordered.

“What’s the occasion?” You spoke distastefully, forgetting yourself for a moment. Instead of tripping over your words to save the moment, you just let out a low breath and waited for him to respond.

“Why, it’s to commemorate our first date. Even if you only agreed to appease me, I still want it to be special…” He trailed off, words turning soft before he cleared his throat. “You deserve only the best, darling. I ordered the most expensive wine for us tonight: a 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. The price comes from the vastly small quantities of bottles ever produced. I had the owner track down a bottle and paid her the difference.”

“Oh, how kind,” you spoke awkwardly. “I don’t really drink, though.”

Tense, awkward silence practically stung the two of you. Dazai felt so stupid; the first time he actually likes someone, and he couldn’t even figure out what you like in preparation! Chuuya had guaranteed this bottle would impress you, but you didn’t even like wine.

Dazai stood up abruptly, his face unreadable for a moment.

“But, um, I’m fine trying it! Like you said, it should be special!” You figured your recovery attempt was poor as Dazai spun away from you, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his fancy suit pants.

“Let’s go.”

The waitress watched in shock as the two of you leave the restaurant, clutching the $500,000 bottle of wine in her hands.

You’d been following silently behind Dazai for a few minutes, and with his quick pace, your legs were starting to ache. The fancy shoes you’d donned were killing your heels - you could practically feel the blisters forming. But still, you remained quiet. What would he do now? You pretty much ruined his whole plan, told him you weren’t interested, and made him waste a bottle of wine you didn’t want to begin guessing the price of. It was a 1992 Something Eagle… What was it? You’d definitely ask Yosano when you saw her next at work.

Suddenly, Dazai stops in front of a small curry shop. The place looked cheap when compared to the restaurant you were just in, and the idea of Dazai being well versed in the place felt like a joke. You two were visibly out of place in the joint, something that only hit you as he held open the door, letting you walk inside ahead of him. The place was well kept, but clearly not a restaurant you’d wear a suit and tie to, which is what Dazai was happily flaunting in the original restaurant just a few minutes prior.

“We’ll both take the usual, please,” Dazai speaks to the man behind the counter, who happily smiles and begins dishing out two plates of curry.

Your date pulls out a chair for you at the counter, pushing it in gentlemanly once you sit down before taking the seat next to you. “Thank you” is muttered by the both of you as the bowls of curry are placed in front of you.

The only sound was the clattering of dishes as the attendant cleaned and you and Dazai ate. After a moment, he started whining, tongue sticking out as he complained about how hot it was. The view was… welcoming. It was nice to see Dazai in a state that wasn’t so perfect. You figured all the anxious fiddling you’d been exposed to earlier (and the day prior) was an act, but you were starting to view all of it as genuine. Maybe he really did just want a chance with you.

The soft laughter you let out had Dazai turning to you with hearts in his singular visible eye, cheeks red (from the spicy curry, of course) and breath still. “The infamous Demon Prodigy can’t handle his spice?” You smirked, and for the first time in two days, Dazai relaxed. That was a witty retort, wasn’t it? You were feeling more comfortable.

“Wow,” he spoke breathlessly, completely enamored with you for a moment before clearing his throat. “I mean, wow. I can’t believe you’d make fun of me for not eating spicy foods.”

You chuckled, and Dazai swore he was in heaven. He got you to laugh twice. “Honestly I'd expected someone in your position to stomach the spiciest of foods with crazy-high tolerance,” you rested your chin onto your palm, leaning in towards Dazai.

“Well, I expected you to have terrible spice tolerance, so ha.” His response was bad, but the glimmer of amusement that flickered in your eyes made him not care.

“Hey, thanks for this. I don’t much care for stuffy restaurants like that.” You took a bite, not even flinching as you swallowed the spicy curry.

“I just wished I had the foresight to take you here first.” Another silence settled between the two of you, this one much more comfortable. “And… I’m sorry. I should’ve realized you’d feel forced to accept my invitation. After today, we can go back to only seeing each other in battle.”

“Hm,” you hummed, swallowing the curry you bit into as he started talking. “Honestly, this was still one of the better dates I’ve been on, if not entirely weird. Maybe we could hang out outside of work. As friends, of course.”

“Just friends?” Dazai let out a dramatic gasp, hand over his heart as he nearly fell out of his chair. “But Romeo and Juliet were a romantic pair! How are we to take over their destinies?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the corner of your lips quirked up in amusement. “Their destinies were to kill themselves.”

“Exactly! And how are we expected to reach that point as just friends?” Dazai whined childishly, an exaggerated pout jutting out his bottom lip.

“Maybe we can revisit the topic in the future.”

[stabbyfoxandrew]

This is the first time in like 2 months that your ask box is still open when I get up so now I can finally make a request for some arsonist neil/firefighter andrew! (hopefully you don’t have too many already)

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 227)

"How's that?" Andrew asks at the same time as Neil's phone vibrates against his ear, rattling his skull. He grimaces and pulls it away from his head. He hates this stupid phone. He almost wishes he had one of those smartphones that can handle video calls— 

Huh, Neil supposes he could get one. It's not like it's hard to procure a cell phone nowadays. Not like it used to be. Hell, Walmart's even got a burner phone section now! (Ahem, he means a ‘prepaid, no-contract cell phone��� section.) Maybe he'll look into that sometime. It would have to be more convenient, right? Plus maybe he'd get to see Andrew more often if they could video call...

"Just a sec," Neil says, earning a groan from Andrew's end as he ends the call to go check his messages. Andrew has sent him a few photos this evening, but Neil is not prepared in the slightest for the image waiting for him. He sucks in a sharp breath and wishes his phone's screen was bigger than a postage stamp. He holds it as close to his face as possible without going cross-eyed and sighs appreciatively.

The photo, like the others, is of Andrew's reflection in the floor-length mirror in the corner of his bedroom. Andrew fills up almost the whole thing. He's all broad shoulders and green cashmere and soft blond hair and... Neil swallows thickly. What the fuck? How does he look so fucking good? He's not even posing! He's just standing there, head cocked to the side and one foot sticking out to show off his boots— black leather, stompy-looking things. They seem to add to Andrew's height. Neil wonders how much.

Neil curses his stupid phone for not being able to zoom in. He wants to see what expression Andrew's wearing. He can almost imagine looking into his eyes and the idea flusters him. Neil huffs and holds his phone away from him, sliding the keyboard out and in a few times before looking at it again. It's still the same! Andrew looks amazing and sharply soft, which isn't a thing, and fuck! Neil blinks and realizes he's been staring at this picture for six minutes without replying.

"Goddamn." He curses himself and downloads the photo to his phone's nearly full memory card before going back to his call log. He mashes the button on Andrew's name and impatiently waits for it to start ringing. When Andrew answers, he sounds weird.

"Was it that bad?"

"N-no. No, it's good. It's really, really good. Andrew, that's what you should wear." Neil sputters, sounding like a fucking simpleton. He clears his throat and shakes his head but it does nothing to dislodge the image seared into his brain. Fuck, he wants to burn something. He wants—

"You think so?"

"Yeah," Neil nods, though Andrew is miles away. "Yeah, wear that. And, um, send me a picture of your face."

Andrew is quiet for a minute. "Why?"

Neil hasn't got a reasonable answer. "I... Never mind. Um, have a good night."

"I doubt that will happen, but I appreciate the sentiment," Andrew sighs out. "Sort of wish you were going with me."

"Why? So I could burn the place down if things get awkward?"

Andrew snorts. "Maybe. That would at least liven things up. And I'd be in my element. Sort of. At least more in my element than..." He sighs again, clucks his tongue. "So, should I send you the address or...?"

Neil laughs. "No, definitely not."

"Fine." Andrew blows air. "Well, I gotta go. If we all survive this evening, I'll call you when I get home. Otherwise, I suppose you'll be seeing me on the news tomorrow."

"Andrew. Andrew, hey, hey. Repeat after me: no matter what, I will not kill anyone tonight," Neil says, waiting for Andrew's pledge. It takes a second, but he reluctantly says it back.

"Unless I really, really have to.” Andrew sneaks in. “Bye."

"Bye. Good luck." Neil says, then the line goes dead. He flops face first onto his bed and smashes his face against the mattress, then opens his messages with Andrew. Before he can open the picture to stare it at a little longer, a new one comes in.

A selfie.