#happy birthday to me the biggest loser

[cyb3rgummib34r]

Happy birthday to meee ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜!!

Ya tengo los 18!! It feels sooo weird saying that I swear I was 13 yesterday...

Having a batman cake totally screams, "I'm an adult now," but it's a very scrumptious tres leches cake so idc 🎂

Since it's my birthday, i just HAD to draw my favorite lesbians 💓 and of course, I can't draw fanart without quoting lyrics because I'm sooo creative. ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

[coff33andb00ks]

world around us

summary: you're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter's night word count: 1k pairing: lando norris x oscar piastri x driver!reader (lilli. it's lilli) warnings: just pure fluff, slightly suggestive language(?) a.n.: final installation of my I need Lilli to have an amazing birthday series! this is once again for @maxlarens HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILLI MY LOVE!!! playlist: completely unhinged songs that fit the vibe

"No no no no no no no! You can't do that! You fuckin' muppet!"

Oscar mirrors your eye roll as Lando protests you placing a house on one of your properties. "She owns it though?" he says tentatively.

Lando scoffs, snatching up the guide and snapping it open. "The rules say–"

"I refuse to follow rules when you rolled twice so you wouldn't go to jail," you say with a huff, snatching the guide from him.

"I had to! One of the dice landed on the floor!"

"Oh but when we play golf I have to play no matter where my ball lands?"

"Yes." Lando gives you a look of disbelief, as though the idea of breaking a golfing rule is akin to murder. "It's not my fault you can't hit a ball straight."

"Just for that–" You slap more brightly colored money in front of Oscar - Oscar has to be the banker he's the most honest one among us - and grab a hotel to replace the house. "Suffer."

Lando groans, throwing up his hands. "You're cheating. I hate games night."

Oscar's grin shifts and he begins to chuckle. "We could play Trivial Pursuit?"

"No," Lando whines, picking up the dice to take his turn. "That game makes me feel stupid."

"Uno?" you suggest sweetly.

"No, we'll finish this. Capitalism is good to me, I'll make a comeback." Lando nods to himself as he shakes the dice. "Just shut up so I can focus."

And then, twenty minutes later–

"What d'you mean I owe you double the rent?!"

The rules are checked - well this is fucking bullshit - and he counts out all of his money to pay up. Suddenly capitalism sucks and he's clinging to his one property block and his cash like they're his lifeline.

You'll never know how (he probably cheated) but he wins. Monopoly money rains down as he celebrates and you fall back with laughter when Oscar flips the board in disgust.

You love games night. The silly playlist Lando put together plays, Disney movies play, muted, on the tv, and you've got them.

Lando and Oscar. Your biggest rivals on the track and your closest friends off. You're celebrating Oscar's first win this week now that summer break is here, enjoying the lazy days before you each take off in different directions to visit family and recuperate from an exhausting first half of the season.

"Loser cleans up," you remind Oscar and he groans as he gives you a kiss then begins picking up the mess. Lando's singing along to the latest country song he's obsessed with - Is it your heart or mine? Is it whiskey or wine? Is it somethin' in the night Makin' us wanna cross that line? - and he follows you into the kitchen to get more drinks.

"You sure you don't want to come along with me?" he asks, reaching around you to get a beer from the fridge.

"Let me see... Golfing with a bunch of men versus beach time with my best friends…" You hum thoughtfully, squealing when loops an arm around you.

"That can't be right. Me and Osco are your best friends," he says.

"Let me rephrase. Best women friends."

He's holding you close, swaying a little to the song playing - you think Oscar's the one who added ABBA, or maybe it was you - and you smile a little as you sway with him. He hums songs without realizing it and it's one of his more endearing habits.

"But I'll miss you," he murmurs, tucking his chin on your shoulder.

"I'll miss you too." And you will. This season you've grown closer to him. Literally, considering he finally talked you - and Oscar - into moving to Monaco. But also figuratively. You're just as rough on yourself as he is on himself, and with all the macho bravado that surrounds you every race week, it's nice to have someone who understands your being upset over missing out on a podium due to your own failings as a driver, your miscommunication with the team. It's rarer to have someone who understands shouldering the blame of the team's missteps – if I was better at this, they would trust my judgment but I'm not so they don't and that means—

"Not getting sappy on me are you?" Lando teases.

"You started it," you mutter. Turning, you wrap your arms around him. "We can live a few weeks without each other."

"I mean… You'll text right? Call?" he asks softly.

"FaceTime too," you promise.

It's tentative and new and so fucking scary but he gives you a soft kiss. Not your first with him, but it still makes your heart do that weird little flutter that it's only ever done with one other person.

"Jenga?" Oscar calls from the living room and Lando perks up instantly, nearly knocking you down in his haste to get back to the only other person he's going to miss during break.

Jenga with your boys is impossible. They're too competitive, know too many things they can say that make the other break and send the blocks flying.

"Oh of course he's going for the bottom, man loves to be at the bottom," Oscar mutters to you and Lando's giggling, covering his face with his hands as the tower collapses.

The games are abandoned, and you're squished on the couch between them, Oscar's lips on your ear, Lando's head on your stomach as the three of you, tipsy and relaxed, begin making plans for the last days of break while a Studio Ghibli movie plays. It's not said by either of you, but you already know that the three of you will find each other long before the break is over.

The world is easier to bear when it's the three of you together. It's still new, still tentative, still scary as hell, but it feels oh so right.

[mejaemin]

many more (forever) - hong jisoo

wc: 1.1k

summary: jisoo said he wanted to spend the rest of his birthdays with you, so when midnight comes, he makes sure of it ♡

warnings: proposals, kissing, the rest of the sebongs r mentioned, but only jeonghan has actual dialogue !!! lots of cuteness !!! might be a little rushed and low quality

an: happy new year everyone !!! i guess im on a real joshua kick because i wrote this all today !!! i feel like such a loser posting this when i should be partying but like i said i’m the black cat so i chose to hide in my corner and post this instead :DD

(p.s. can you tell that the first paragraph or two was just me ranting ab my love for svt)

** this is a part two to joshua’s birthday fic many more !!! you don’t have to but i recommend you read it first !! **

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it’s new year’s eve, and you’re welcoming the new year with the same thirteen boys who have kept you alive since your adolescence. many friends have come and gone, along with so much drama. you’ve experienced your fair share of trauma and all the things to help season your personality, and it’s always been them who were by your side. maybe it’s the alcohol that had been shoved in your face but it brings you to tears knowing that you’re going into yet another year with those you love.

like, seriously. they’re all your biggest priority, and their friendship and affection is something you wouldn’t trade for the world. at this point, it’s not even friendship. you’re all family. looking at all of them around you, laughing and playing games together, a few sharing drunken affections, it gives you a feeling of warmth.

you’re sitting with jeonghan on the couch, observing the others as they continue playing games and partying. he’ll occasionally comment or say something to throw one of them off, and your cheeks warm, giggling as you fit into the atmosphere. he turns to you, an eyebrow raised.

“you’re awfully quiet,” he starts, taking a large sip of his drink before pouring the rest of it into your cup. “join the fun, why don’t you?” he teases.

“i would be having fun if you all would quit stealing my boyfriend from me every time i try talking to him..” you say back with a little too much bite, drinking from your newly refilled cup. you wince at the flavor, but it’s good enough to let you loosen up.

jeonghan checks the time on his phone, and the screen lights up: five minutes until midnight. with that he smirks, getting up and holding his hand out to you. “well, let’s find him then.”

you let jeonghan lead you through the house, exchanging small words with some of your friends before finally finding joshua. funnily enough, he’s being crowded by seungcheol and seokmin. they all seem to be in deep conversation, and jeonghan turns to you, putting a finger up, signalling “one moment” before joining in. joshua’s blushing throughout their entire conversation, and funnily enough it reminds you of the conversation he was having before he asked you out. same people and everything. they start to conclude their chat, seungcheol patting him on the back before he can finally make his way towards you.

putting his cup down on the nearest surface, he finally meets you and brings you into a hug. “hey, baby. sorry i’ve been so caught up.” he gives you a kiss, one full of warmth before pulling away with his signature eye smile. maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the excitement of going into the new year but you can feel his heart racing against your cheek.

“are you okay? what are they teasing you about over there?” you raise an eyebrow.

someone’s turned the countdown on the tv, and there’s about two minutes. he turns to you, kissing your head. “you’ll find out soon enough.”

you stay right where you are, engaging in conversation with the others while you wait. there’s many strange looks you catch some of the boys giving him, and he pauses every couple sentences to hide his face in your neck. yet, every time you ask him what it’s about, he dismisses you.

finally, it’s down to the last twenty seconds, and everyone huddles together on the same couch (both the back of it and the arms are being sat on as well, and you and a few others had to sit on people’s laps to all fit). just as it hits the last ten seconds everyone begins pushing you and joshua to stand up on the floor. with a dramatic groan, he helps you up and stands beside you, an arm around your shoulder.

five… four… three… two… one!!!

the group erupts into cheer, confetti poppers and noise makers blowing everywhere. a few (all) of the members are kissing each other and everyone’s cups clink together and sticky drinks splatter everywhere but you pay no mind because as soon as the fireworks started bursting your lips met joshua’s in the sweetest kiss, welcoming in the new year. his touch is so gentle, hand shaking slightly against the back of your head as he holds you, giving you the best of his love to start your year the right way. when you pulled away you were going to question why it was a little frantic but everyone’s shouting of “go! go! do it!” overpowered your words, and you turn to them to see what they’re talking about. they immediately gesture for you to turn back, and when you do your world stops.

joshua’s gotten down on one knee. you immediately feel almost lightheaded, your heart rate quickening and your body heating up. he looks up at you, and his smile is anxious yet golden as he reaches in his pocket. he’s about to start his ment, but first turns to the boys and gives them a look to shut them up. once they do, he gives them a sweet smile before returning to you.

“darling.. oh, wow, i’m nervous, sorry. anyway, i don’t know if you were conscious enough to hear me when i said this last night..” his expression is teasing. “but i said that i wanted to spend many more of my birthdays with you. my time with you is something extremely dear to me, and i’d do anything to make sure i can have it for the rest of my life. of course, that’s my wishful thinking, and i’ll take whatever time with you that you’ll give me, but i figured that we could come to a mutual agreement with something like this, so..” with a deep breath, your name falls from his lips. “will you please do me the honor of spending the rest of our birthdays and new years as my wife?” he finally takes the velvet box out of his pocket, revealing the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. it’s exactly your style, and with tears in your eyes you vigorously nod your head yes.

it’s quite unconventional but you fall to your knees, wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug of your life. “yes, please, josh, oh my god, yes!” you cry, laughing when he pulls you off him to slide the ring on your finger. it fits perfectly, and in the seven thousand camera flashes of everyone around it shines beautifully. when you look back up at him, he’s crying too, and he pulls you in for your second kiss of the new year, and the first as your fiancée. hopefully, like his plan was cut out, it’s the first of many.

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[melliemell]

Happy Birthday to the biggest baby ever!

Shoutout to Flamey for hosting his bday party and encouraging us to participate (gosh, I love her writing so much, you've no idea)

Pairing: Ranpo x reader

Contents: SFW, Ranpo being a menace, bike riding 101 + public transport is for losers, approx 2.1k words

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“I don’t see the point in that,” Ranpo declared with all the dignity in the world as he flopped down on the pavement. Carefree. And too calm.

You levelled your breath, trying to balance the bike on your hip as your anxiety grew by the second. You’ve been employed at the ADA for some time now, not enough to be on familiar terms with your colleagues, but enough to have figured out some of their quirks and knacks over the weeks.

Ranpo was a pretty open book, to be frank. A man that whined and lazied about most of the time, but most importantly– he never seemed to be in a hurry for anything. 

“This is the best I could do,” you said, clutching the bike’s handles in exasperation. “Please, Ranpo. If we don’t go now, we’ll be late for the 4 pm meeting.” 

You could, under no circumstances, be late for that. Especially Ranpo, seeing as he was the one who’d be leading the update on the new case you were signed to. He was signed to. Not you, you were merely the unlucky clerk who happened to be at the office at the wrong time. You had wondered why everyone scurried away when Yosano asked for assistance with Ranpo.

The man was an absolute disaster with public transport. 

Even more so when said transport was also nonexistent, and you might be somewhat stranded in an unfamiliar neighbourhood with no available taxis and a bored out of his mind detective looking at you like you’ve grown a second head in the span of 2 seconds.

“What?” you asked.

Ranpo leaned back on the heels of his palms, head cocked as he raised a brow. “You don’t even know how to ride that, by the way. How’s that gonna work out for ya?”

You don’t remember mentioning that to him. You raised your chin. “It’s a matter of balance more than anything. And determination.” Or so you hoped; not that it mattered. It was this or the walk of shame.

Not on your watch.

“Sure sure,” Ranpo answered absently as he flipped his phone, a catchy melody spilling from it a moment later, a familiar rhythm game flashing briefly from what you could see on the screen.

You pursed your lips.

You looked down at the bike, trying to focus. Most things really did come down to a few simple truths– an insistent mindset and a healthy dose of delusion and you were good to go! Although, as you sat down, one leg tentatively balancing your weight, and Kunikida’s voice of stern encouragement in your head–he would do what he must for his responsibilities, truly a man to look up to–you stepped on the pedal and–

The bike swirled, your eyes widening in panic as you fought in that millisecond to regain balance. You heard a low wohoo from behind you even if Ranpo’s eyes were still glued to his phone. 

Yes, right. Determination.

It was almost like a mantra, one that sounded more and more exasperated in your head with every attempt at moving this damned bike. It just wouldn’t keep still. Clutching onto the handles for dear life made little to no difference in your fight against gravity. But your annoyed huffs and general aura of built-up exasperation did finally bring about something.

That is, Ranpo sighing dramatically before standing up. 

He leaned close, poking you in the shoulder. “That’s not how you do it, stupid.” 

You looked at him, forcing a face of serenity on your features. “I only need a bit of time.”

“I’m bored. Looking at you failing at basic physics made me hungry too.”

A thought popped into your mind. You smiled innocently. “Is that so?”

“Don’t try that with me.” He looked around, trying to mask the giddiness in his body before he spoke again. “My work is very tiring and I need my deserved downtime. With snacks provided.”

“But you’re not finished with work.”

“Helloo?” Ranpo waved his hand in your face. “Case closed, job done. And I already sent a text with some details while you were wriggling in the air like a sardine.” He pouted, crossing his hands. “What’s the point in talking to a bunch of old men about their job when I already did it for them.”

Kunikida had briefed you on this before. You knew perfectly well where this was going. 

“Ranpo,” you began, not letting his dejected puppy face sway you in the slightest. “It is in the best interest of the Agency that we proceed in a customary manner. If we wish to maintain the respect we’ve attained, then I will do what is–”

“They knew they couldn’t solve their case without me, though,” Ranpo stated matter of fact. Like it was common sense.

You blinked. “Yes, because of the ADA’s reputation–”

“Nuh-huh, not that. They know my reputation. Can’t help it, being the best that I am.”

“Ranpo, I can’t deny your immeasurable talents–” you could almost see his ears perk up at the compliment, “–but… we still need to get there, they need to hear from yourself about everything. And impress them in person with your deductive prowess.”

You were grasping at anything at the moment. Convincing Ranpo was more concerning than the bike situation, and besides, multitasking was for losers. One victory at a time.

But it seemed to do the trick, at least a bit. Ranpo was far more receptive than earlier and with just the right amount of push… a man with vanity was easy to spin around, although it leaves you with a bitter sense of disloyalty in the end.

“Hmm,” Ranpo hummed, eyeing up the bike behind you as his hand came up to his chin in thought. “You know we’ll definitely run over a car sooner or later. Or a poor grandma, they run about in the afternoons a lot.”

“Uuh,” you said, dumbly. Not like you could argue with that.

A silent pause of a few seconds, followed by a prolonged groan as Ranpo slacked his body forward.

“We’ll begin slow; I’m a quick learner if–”

Your words died in your throat as Ranpo all but heaved a great sigh and plopped himself on the bike seat. 

He threw a glance over his shoulder, “I’m doing this once and only once. And only after you agree to stop by a candy shop on the way.” He patted the remaining space behind him as you looked at him, surprise written on your face.

No way. No way was this man–this man who barely knew how to punch up the right buttons on the ticket machine thinking he’d be the one in the front.

“You know, I think it would be best if I was at the handles,” you started, earning a scoff from Ranpo.

“Sure, if you insist. Aaall the way from the back. And do the navigation; I still don’t know where we are right now.”

You came closer, still unsure. “Ranpo, don’t tell me you actually know how to ride a bike?”

“What kind of loser doesn’t learn it when they’re a kid,‘ he said, then cocked his head. “Besides you, I guess. Weren’t we in a hurry, by the way?”

You eyed Ranpo suspiciously. Although he was sitting with an air of confidence that could belong to someone who knew what they were doing.

Or he was just being Ranpo. 

Tentatively, you sat down in the space behind him, earning a finally from Ranpo as he faced forward. The remaining doubt in your mind all but exploded into a rush of panic and clutched hands in fabric as sudden wind engulfed you, the street you were in a messy blotch of colours as it flew by.

“Hey!” Ranpo shouted over his shoulder, wriggling. “It’s just a small slant, so stop clinging so much! Work on checking where that store is.”

You hadn’t realized you had all but glued yourself to Ranpo’s back, hands clutching the front of his vest like a lifeline. You tried loosening your grip, enough to give him some breathing space but ended up just wrapping them in a different position. Not a chance…

“I am not taking out my phone, Ranpo. Please slow down. Please. Very please.”

“We’re almost down, it’s fine. I also don’t know where we’re going,” Ranpo said, glancing at you briefly. “Do you have motion sickness or something?”

You gritted your teeth. “No. I’m fine. Just don’t get us to the main road or I might really die–”

“No problem. No clue where that is.”

You sighed. Cars and traffic lights didn’t sound like they’d go well with you both right now. You could get by pretty okay with general directions, so you’d be fine so long as you kept away from any vehicles. An idea formed in your mind as Ranpo slowed down by the end of the road.

“Take a left here,” you said, calming your breathing. Ranpo nodded.

You got the hang of it by your third or fourth crossing, careful to keep by residential buildings rather than risk your luck. You knew you were heading in the right direction at least. You had silently hoped Ranpo would drop the candy shop idea, there was barely time for that, and it seemed the case he was more amused by chatting aimlessly as he pedalled along to your directions. You barely listened to him at the start but as the minutes went by you found yourself relaxing, bit by bit, his words serving as a distraction.

Knowing Ranpo, it might have been on purpose. Or not. He rarely cared for such things, but you still found yourself smiling gently at the possibility. He could be nice when he wants to. 

“Hey, where now? You look spacy back there, should I bring up the speed?” Ranpo asked, snorting at your quick stammer of absolutely not, don’t you dare, Ranpo!

Buildings and streets soon turned into nestled playgrounds amongst trees, and the number of benches with senior citizens gossiping about their day brought about a peaceful change of scenery as you entered one of the bigger parks. You breathed a sigh of relief. You were pretty near by now.

Ranpo whistled absently, looking about. “You know, just when I was thinking we’d spare the grandmas.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Okay okay, I’m sorry for panicking earlier. We’ve been doing pretty great so far, let’s keep it at that.”

“Hmm.” Ranpo stretched back, moving your body with his as you got a mouthful of hair in your face. “Only because I saved the day here. It’s exhausting being in the front.”

“Why, do you want to switch places?” You said, shaking his hair from your face.

The bike slowed down as Ranpo’s green eyes stared back at you. “Obviously. But that also means I’ll have to suffer the consequences. Don’t wanna.” He flopped back, fully resting against your front as he pouted. 

You weren’t used to that much proximity with him, but then again his disregard for personal space had always been pretty much there. “Just a bit more, we’re almost there, you know.”

“Bleh.”

“Come on, come on,” you said as you began poking him incessantly in the cheek. He batted your hand away and you laughed. “I promise I’ll know how to ride a bike in case of a next time.” 

Ranpo sighed dramatically, but picked up the speed. “I still haven’t forgotten about the snacks. You owe me, you know.”

You rolled your eyes. What a big baby. “Yep, they’ll be on me. So long as you get us on time.” You poked him again for emphasis. 

“Hey!” Ranpo grabbed your hand, drawing it back to its place around his torso. “And you stay there, sheesh.” 

You nestled back on his shoulder, hiding the grin spreading on your lips. He was pretty fun to tease. 

Ranpo eyed you, and then after a pause– “Meeting’s gonna be a bore. I’ll give 15 minutes tops and we’re out of there, you hear? That’d be enough for you to find a pastry nearby, right?”

“Wait, now?” You had thought more along the lines of ‘bring him some chocolates next time at work’ type of situation. This did catch you off guard. 

“Duh, and don’t lose the bike,” he said, matter of fact. “Might as well educate you on how not to run into trees. Or children.” That was accompanied by your yelp after a risky manoeuvre around a group of running children. 

This… wasn’t something you expected. You tried to look closer at Ranpo’s face but he kept his gaze straight ahead, features neutral save for a light flush that had spread on his cheeks. He was rather handsome, now that you think about it. And as annoying as he could be, you found yourself wondering what else you could learn about him.

Life was about trying out things, wasn’t it? “If you make fun of me again I swear to you Ranpo Edogawa, I will eat all of the snacks I’m bringing.”

“Hey, now! That’s mean.”

“I’m paying for them, mister. You’ve been warned.”

[naussensei]

Satosugu's First Mission

“Not gonna lie, this is a little depressing.” Said Suguru, kneeling to inspect the lower Ferris wheel carts. “Why did our first mission together have to be in a grim place like this?

“Easy.” Said Satoru, he was doing the same thing on the other side of the ride. “Places like this hold large amounts of cursed energy. All the emotions from the people who came here. It lingers.”

“I would’ve thought this was a place for happy memories only.” Suguru said, trying to pry open a rusty door handle. He grimaced as it fell off, and he wiped the rust off his hand with a look of disgust. “Isn’t this where kids come for birthdays or something?”

“And where couples come for dates and stuff. Exactly.” Satoru agreed as he stood up. “But anywhere people gather can turn into a curse hotspot. Subway stations, shopping centers, amusement parks. Just imagine – the kids scared of heights, couples breaking up, parents arguing… the list goes on.”

It was no surprise to Suguru now that Satoru could be quite knowledgeable sometimes. Not that he would ever tell him that to feed his ego, but he could still acknowledge it in his mind. 

They continued to inspect the ride together, Satoru in the front, climbing up the next cart, pulling Suguru up. He was just about to keep climbing when something occurred to him.

“So, couples, huh?” He said in the most nonchalant way he could manage, to hide his discomfort with the subject. He didn’t know a single thing about dates, or amusement parks for that matter, he had never been to either of them, and the thought of Satoru having more experience than him was almost humiliating. “Is that like, a thing? People go to theme parks for dates?”

“Duh, obviously.” Satoru said with a confident grin, then paused for a moment. “I mean… I guess. That’s what I’ve heard, anyway.”

Suguru’s curiosity was piqued. “Have you ever been on a date?” he asked.

Satoru scoffed, inspecting the inside of the cart. “Do you think the strongest sorcerer has time for dating?”

Suguru couldn’t help but grin. “So you haven’t.”

“Have you ?” Satoru countered.

“Me?” Suguru said, smiling with resignation. “Do you think the biggest weirdo in the normie world has time for dating?”

Satoru turned to him then, and Suguru was taken aback for a moment. The moonlight poured through the shattered window, casting a faint glow on Satoru’s face. Suguru couldn’t see his eyes behind the shades, which made him feel a bit uneasy, but by Satoru’s expression he seemed to be assessing something carefully, something that Suguru could not quite figure out.

“Fair,” Satoru finally said, and the moment he turned away again, Suguru caught a glimpse of a faint smile. The slightest feeling of satisfaction warmed Suguru’s chest when he did, because for once, he’d made Satoru laugh more than once in a night. Suguru’s own smile grew then, too, because he knew the meaning of that subtle smile. It was the perpetuation of a silent ‘were not that different after all’ that Satoru would never voice, but he didn’t have to. 

“By the way… Shoko has never been on a date either.” Satoru said with putty lips, as if that made the situation more acceptable for them.  “Not that I know, anyway. I never see her talk to any guys, other than Kusakabe.”

“Uh, right…” Suguru uttered. He had a good idea as to why he hadn’t seen her talking to guys, but he would not be the one to tell him that. For all he knew, Satoru could be interested in her. He’d rather redirect the subject to them again.

“16 and not a single date.” Suguru said, taking a seat on the worn bench to look out the window. “What a bunch of losers.”

“I’m still 15 for your information.”

“Yeah?” Suguru’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “When’s your birthday?”

“Why?” Satoru’s eyebrows rose even higher than his as he grinned. He bent down to Suguru’s eye level. “Are you gonna buy me a present? Otherwise I won’t tell you.”

Suguru sank back into his seat a little, yet held his grin. “Sure. I may, actually. That’s… if we don’t die tonight.”

“Dumbass.” Satoru scoffed, rising to kick Suguru softly on the shin. “Nobody is dying tonight.”

He collapsed on the seat in front of him, hands still in his pockets, the weak cart wobbling a little as he did. Then he looked outside the broken window. Suguru did so as well.

The night was still as ever, a cool breeze seeped through the hole in the window. It was dark and cold, but somehow, it was not unpleasant at all. Suddenly, Suguru did not feel like moving anywhere.

“December 7th,” said Satoru all of a sudden.

It took a moment for Suguru to realize he was talking about his birthday. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said with a smile.

Satoru cocked his head at him. “Yours?”

“February 3rd.” Suguru shrugged, giving him an apologetic smile. “Turned 15 this year.”

“Ah, that’s not fair.”

“You kinda already gave me a birthday present.” Said Suguru, taking out his new phone from his pocket. 

“Oh, that’s right!” Satoru said excitedly, moved to sit beside him and take the phone from him, no permission asked whatsoever. His face glowing with an excitement that Suguru could not relate to, but enjoyed watching in Satoru either way. “Did you change your wallpaper already? What tune did you customize it with?”

“I haven’t.” Admitted Suguru, slowly taking his phone back and moving closer to the window to make some space between them, and felt that if he moved any further he would fall out the cart. “We’re on a mission, Satoru. Now it’s not the–”

“Oh, give me that. It takes five seconds. I’ll send you one from my phone.” Said Satoru, his fingers already working on it before Suguru could even decline. 

Suguru watched him do so in silence. It was a good thing at least one of them seemed to be entertained.

“Here you go, loser.” Satoru said as he threw his phone back to Suguru with a playful smile.

“Thanks.” Suguru chuckled. “So, how does it feel to know you're just as much of a loser as I am when it comes to dating?”

Satoru rested his hands behind his head and sighed. “Feels pretty fucking terrible, not gonna lie.”

“Hmm,” Suguru brought a hand to his chin and looked up, thoughtfully. “Well, we can count this as a date. Kinda feels like it, doesn’t it?“

“Uh, no… pretty sure it doesn’t.” 

“How would you know if you've never been on a date?”

“Right,” Satoru scoffed, “because chasing cursed objects in a shitty place like this sounds very romantic.”

Suguru’s smile was smug. “Didn't take you as a romantic.”

“I’m not.” Satoru elbowed him softly. “Now stop talking and focus on the mission. ”

“Why?” Suguru’s grin grew wider. “Are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not.” Satoru said, averting his gaze, hand still behind his head. “I just wanna get this over with quickly. I don’t want Yaga or Yamato to yell at us for taking so long.”

Suguru leaned forward, seeking Satoru’s avoidant gaze. “We can still count it as a date and feel a little better about ourselves.” He said with a comforting smile, but Satoru had just stood to move out of the cart and begin their descent. Suguru followed closely behind.

“We’ll just omit the part about it being with a friend.” He insisted as they landed on the ground. Seeing that Satoru would not react, he added with a playful wink. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”

“Ugh,” Satoru hung his head forward. “Why are you talking so much today? You never talk. I liked you better when you were quiet.”

“Oh?” Suguru speeded up the pace to walk by his side. “Are you saying you did like me before?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Satoru whined as he dragged his feet to continue their way to the next ride. 

Suguru circled closely around him to walk on his other side.  “But you’re always complaining that I’m too quiet and boring, and that I try to be ‘mysterious’ and don't share enough about myself, and now suddenly you don't want me to talk?”

Satoru rolled his eyes and made a disgusted face. “And you couldn’t have picked a better time than in the middle of a fucking–”

Suguru could not hear the end of Satoru’s sentence. His voice was swallowed by the deafening roar that came from under their feet, the same kind they had heard back in the shopping mall earlier, but several times louder and more unsettling. They looked at the ground, exchanged a glance, and looked down again. The earth rumbled under their feet briefly, until it went quiet again.

“What was that?” Suguru said, catching his breath, his heart still jumping in his throat.

“A curse, evidently.” Even Satoru seemed a little startled. Though he quickly composed himself, and was now gazing up at the buildings, eyes moving rapidly, as though machinating a plan.

“Curse?” Suguru chuckled ironically . “More like a giant animal. I thought we were after a cursed object, not freaking Godzilla.”

“It definitely seems like a big one.” Satoru agreed, gaze still upwards as he began to look for a way up. “We should climb higher, to get a better visual. It may not be the only one around.”

“Wait,” Suguru stopped in his tracks, holding Satoru by an arm. “I have an idea.”

From: Our Last Summer in Ao3

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph. How are you? First of all, happy birthday again! Hope you had a fantastic day.

I hate to be that person. But can we please talk about loneliness in life and in fandoms?

I've been struggling with loneliness since I was a kid. When I firstly discovered fandom spaces, I was so excited to get new friends. When I was younger I actually formed a bond with some of them but growing up...I don't know. I feel like I'm not made for being anyone's friend. Just saying this makes me feel like the biggest of the losers but it's just how it is. I feel transparent, I feel like I have nothing to give. The few times I've tried to interact with people here I didn't even get an answer. You know, I chose not to have a love life ages ago, and platonic friends were all I was asking for. I am a bit terrified of dying alone to be honest. I got used to doing things by myself and I'm really comfortable with that. But sometimes I wish for something more, someone actually caring about me. Sigh.

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

First off, I want to validate you on your feelings; I too have been and am a very lonely person, but in my case it's more self imposed than lack of trying. My poor self esteem tends to drive people away, and in turn keeps me staying isolated in my own bubble.

That said, it's something I'm working STUPIDLY hard on in therapy, and it SUCKS but is also rewarding. My therapist tells me that my perception of reality is skewed because of past "trauma that I didn't know was trauma" which in turn lead to my poor self esteem.

One thing you need to know, Nonny, is that the loneliness you feel online has NOTHING to do with you as a person. Certainly, some choices in your life may have added to it (like with me, I chose a career over relationships), but, especially in this post-COVID world, loneliness was brought on by a long period of isolation, and social media only exacerbated it. I can tell you this from experience: people were nicer before social media. People wanted to go out and do things. People generally didn't use each other for clout and likes.

Call me a boomer or whatever, but social media and "hustle culture" has only produced a generation of selfish people. So no, it's not you imagining things... It IS generally harder nowadays to make new friends without there being some sort of cost-benefit to the other party.

THAT ALL SAID, I relate to you a lot, I really do. Therapy has helped me immensely with my overwhelming loneliness as well. I think also being an introvert who LOVES being alone on the best of days helps a lot too, but I know that my solitary lifestyle isn't for everyone.

Honestly Nonny, I don't have a good answer for you other than to be an ear for you to talk to. As I said, I generally don't have a lot of really close friends I see regularly, and that's okay by me. Join discords, comment on posts, and keep messaging people, but don't let that discourage you if you don't hear back. A lot of people need to feel a sense of trust before engaging in another conversation, and other times we're all just a bunch of shy, neurodivergent nerds who simultaneously want to talk to everyone and keep to themselves.

And if you're able to, Nonny, please do talk with a counsellor or therapist, your words worry me to my heart 💜

And for what it's worth, if I don't reply right away, it's because I actually need to be in a good headspace to answer asks like this, and not feel REALLY lazy as I have been. And you aren't alone, I promise. Many of the Lovelies and Lurkers feel the same, and we're all here just enjoying fandom.

I'm sorry I'm not much help, Nonny, and I'm sorry I kept going on a lot of tangents. I just want you to know that I am thinking about you 💜

[tiressian]

Happy SatoShoko couples day/mid-birthday! Here's a ficlet on the house.

Fluff. Rated T.

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Confront enough supernatural horrors beyond human comprehension and you developed an immunity to fear—at least, Satoru assumed that to be the case, right up until he found himself face to face with the front gates of the Ieiri estate. Estate, not home, which looked to be in the full swing of preparations for a huge celebration. Everywhere Satoru looked, people were setting up things, or cleaning things, or offloading trucks loaded with things. Children—and holy shit are there a lot of them, Satoru thought—darted in and out of the chaos in a game of tag, oblivious to the scoldings and pleas to play somewhere less hazardous. 

A boy paused in his chasing just to stick his tongue at him. 

Satoru crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue back. The boy squealed  and scampered behind the closest adult, who had been in the middle of sweeping leaves off the pathway leading from the front gate. The woman laughed and Satoru was relieved to find he recognised it. 

Shoko glanced over her shoulder where the boy was pointing and smiled. She left her broom with the boy and walked over. Behind Shoko, the boy was now brandishing the broom like a sword, engaged with an invisible enemy. 

“Should’ve known you’d find the biggest kid here and try to take his spot,” Shoko said, arriving in front of him. She took his carry-on in one hand and his hand in the other and started tugging both down the path. 

“It’s about making a statement,” Satoru replied. “‘Quiet dinner with the family’ my foot. What’s all this for? You expecting the Emperor himself to show up?”

Shoko rolled her eyes. “We’d have brought out the expensive sake if that were the case. No, this is for you, loser. Take it in.”

“Feel like I’m missing a few steps here.”

“I’ve never brought anyone home before.”

“Oh?”  

Shoko smiled self-deprecatingly. “My great-grandmother, she’s got this… I suppose you can call it intuition. She’s never been wrong. She said the person I bring home would be my one and only.” Shoko briefly let go of his hand to put air quotes around the words. 

“‘One and only,’” Satoru snorted. “I take it this is an engagement party then?” 

She nodded. “My great-grandmother’s got a petty streak. For years I’ve been telling her I’ve joined a convent. Technically true. Sorry for getting you mixed up in this, but I’ve got an idea to get back at her and I think it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face when she realises she’s wrong for once in her life. I mean, she's not wrong, but I want her to wallow in being wrong for a bit.”

Satoru only took a few seconds to catch what she was tossing out there. 

“A public breakup party?” he guessed. He scratched his neck. “Man I dunno about that. What if she has a stroke?"

“My family will respect you if you go along with it, trust me. And if she has a stroke it’s fine; I’ll heal her.”

Sometimes the apple fell not too far from the tree, and other times the apple never fell at all, Satoru thought. “Would they really respect me though?” he said dubiously, because already so few people did. Somehow it stung a tiny bit more when it was non-sorcerers.

Shoko shrugged like that settled the matter and continued down the path. The boy paused in his sword fight to stick his tongue out at Satoru as they passed and Satoru, naturally, stuck his out in reply. Shoko chuckled and simply ruffled the boy's hair.

“Still… kinda feel like I should leave a good impression,” Satoru said. 

Shoko waved it off. “Don’t worry; we can get ‘caught’ making out in a broom cupboard after, promise. I just wanna fuck her up for a little a bit. Plus if you do this for me I’ll let you…” she stood up on tiptoe and whispered the rest, and Satoru’s ears were on the verge of melting right off his head by the end of it. 

Satoru did not need further convincing after that. In fact, it was he who led them down the rest of the path, a spring in his step.

Any and all fears neutralised. 

[theflannelwizard]

@anonymous-tals requested headcanons about the Bluth siblings as kids, so here's some of that! It gets long, so I'm putting most of it under the cut.

They had family game nights. George started mandating them so he could get photos and publicize them as a happy family but the kids actually got really into it and kept playing board games together even once their parents ducked out.

Lindsay was George’s little princess, especially as a preteen and teenager. He wasn’t always the best at showing it in ways other than buying her things, but he loved that girl so much.

Oscar came by for every single one of Buster’s birthdays, and he brought little presents. He wasn’t nearly as good at remembering the other kids, but nobody read too deep into it. Blatant favoritism is normal in this family.

Speaking of birthdays, Michael and Lindsay always got the best birthday parties because they had to share. Also because they were George’s favorites, but the sharing was the excuse everyone actually said out loud.

GOB’s birthdays tended to go forgotten or ignored by his parents, but Buster has never once forgotten him, Lindsay was usually pretty good about at least being around and wishing him a good one, and Michael would organize little celebrations if Buster bugged him about it. Which he always did, and which Michael always got to feel like a hero for. 

I’m not getting into the whole “who pushed Mimi down the stairs” thing cause I know what canon was going for but I also just don’t think Buster would do that. However I DO think the whole “I’m just a boy so nothing will happen to me” was VERY ingrained in him from very early on cause when he was actually little Lucille couldn’t bring herself to ever be upset with him. She could mistreat him, sure, but always out of some twisted form of protective love. 

Because of this, Buster took the blame for a lot of shit his siblings fucked up. Lucille usually didn’t believe he did it, and it usually got shifted to GOB, but Michael and Lindsay at least got a few freebies by saying Buster did it and getting him to corroborate. 

GOB had frequent hyperfixations and the bees and magic special interests have been on and off since he was pretty young. Buster never found him annoying. Michael did but was good at more or less hiding it for the sake of being a good brother. Lindsay would tell him to shut up.

Buster also had frequent hyperfixations but his were on things like medieval farming and ancient Mesopotamia and learning a new language and other Scholarly Pursuits so he wasn’t treated like he was annoying, he was treated like he was a very intelligent young man with a bright future in academia. Or a loser and a nerd, depending on who you’re talking to.

One time, and I mean literally ONE TIME, Lindsay asked George if he had a favorite child and he sarcastically said “Of course I do. It’s GOB.” assuming everyone would get that he was dodging the question by answering a kid who was most definitely not his favorite. GOB didn’t get that he was being sarcastic and was the happiest boy alive for about twelve seconds before both of his parents started laughing so hard they cried. 

I need to stop being mean to GOB. Here’s something nice for him: he was surprisingly popular in school, and even though he never made any real friends he could usually get strangers to high five him in the halls. People chanted his name at lunch sometimes if he stood on a table to do his illusions. He got bad grades but people thought that was badass.

Buster would have full blown panic attacks at any grade lower than an A. Even an A minus would have him crying on the floor. This is projection but it’s also true.

Lindsay was homecoming court every year of high school and prom queen her senior year. GOB was prom king. Micheal and Buster were never anything like that.

Buster has always been GOB's biggest fan and would beg him to do illusions or tell bee stories or just be himself but with an audience of one. GOB pretended to think his little brother was lame but he secretly loved the attention and they still have that special bookend sibling bond. GOB was (and still kinda is) Buster's hero and Buster was (and still kinda is) GOB's baby brother. The fondness in the phrase "baby brother" is hard to explain to people who don't have a sibling with a 6+ year age gap but trust me, if anything happened to Buster in their childhood, GOB would be immediately up in arms.

I have a lot more thoughts, actually, but this is getting super long so I’ll stop here for now!

[orchidsangel]

who’s your favorite robin? i feel like it’s jason but i’d still like to know why

-🦦

alright, this is actually ro lore. because- because because my fave robin is dick grayson *everybody gasps* and has been for YEARS.

i've never been a big batman lover, actually have had one-sided beef with him since elementary school. for some reason, i hated all of the men in the justice league except for the flash (could never hate barry allen my cutie patootie snuggle wuggle bear), and that was so amplified for bruce wayne.

partially bc i thought he was a loser like you don't even powers, you're not even a superhero fr, flop womp womp, yada yada yada. then. this girl i hated so. fucking. bad. for so. many. reasons. was the biggest batman fan ever. and when i was in 5th grade, she would always always always talk about how he was better than everyone else, and she would start arguments about it, and it was just so annoying.

so i already hated him, and she liked him, which means i hated him even more basically. also, i hated how many movies he has. pisses me off so bad to this day.

bc of that, i never got into batman or anything related to batman outside of the justice leage, and i never knew anything about him than his backstory. which i didn't even know that well bc for the longest time, i thought he got his powers from bats, and it turns out he's actually just like the rest of us. snooze.

i can't give you an exact timeline of how i discovered dick, but it probably went something like this:

saw nightwing - heart eyes - looks up nightwing on wiki - heart eyes - "first robin" - shocked emoji - connects teen titans dots - ignores everything about batman - hyper fixation passes - watches young justice - robin? - dick grayson? - heart eyes - NIGHTWING!!!!! - heart eyes

when i watched yj, my love for dick multipled by the thousands, and i already loved him bc i was a huge teen titans lover, and i always knew about batman and robin but my dumb ass was such a batman hater that i literally never connected the fucking dots.

my obsession with him is truly legendary, i had a nightwing theme for my spam acc on ig and twitter, all of my friends send me nightwing edits when they see them, and when my best dc loving irl wishes me a happy birthday, she calls me the "#1 nightwing stan" bc it's BAD for me.

but like i said, i wasn't well versed in batman lore until really recently, and that's where jason comes in. idk why when i read "first" robin i never once thought about there being any other ones, even though that more than implies that there are ??? but there's this guy ik who i went to middle school with who's also a fan of comics and superheroes like i am. and his fave character of all time is daredevil.

so one day, we're talking back and forth about which is better, dc or marvel. and he mentions that while he's not really a dc lover, they have one of the most goated characters. *insert jason todd*. and he's like, "yk who that is, right?" and i'm like, "pftt duh (no i don't)" but i'm never gonna let a man catch me slacking, so i do my due dilligence and start my research.

boom. here we are. with 2.5 blogs dedicated to jason who’s spent months living my head. dick will always have my heart, though. honestly, they both will.

[icameasiam]

happy birthday to annabelle, but more importantly— happy birthday to indi. because without you, we wouldn't have belle. <3 and if we didn't have belle, who else would all of my muses be madly in love with ??? all jokes aside, i know you don't care about celebrating your birthday. but i care about celebrating your birthday, and have done so every year now because it's a day i consider worth celebrating. i'm so glad your parents did the dirty all those years ago, and i'm so glad that we both have this silly little hobby of playing barbies online— because without either of those things, i never would have met you at a weird time of my life back in (i think) 2018. i've found and cherished many friendships on this godforsaken site throughout my years here, but we have never ever skipped a beat— and i think that's something incredibly special. the universe knew that i had to be born eight days later than you because the strength of two scorpios combined would have been too powerful for this world.

i know i try to make something fun for you and belle every year, and i'm sorry that this isn't the prettiest (although you know one of my love language is gift giving so i'll eventually make that up to you on levi's blog)— but i couldn't not at least tell you how important you are to myself and to others on your day, because its the least you deserve. you are one of the kindest people i know, the most giving and selfless, and i don't think i'll ever trust another person on this site the same way that i trust you. and not only that, but you are so incredibly talented. i know you haven't been able to write as of late, but god. i love just going back and reading our old threads together. i was so intimidated by your writing when we first met. the world you have built for annabelle continues to be so beautifully developed and real that it's hard to believe she isn't. i love her so much. i love the dynamics and relationships we have built. they come so easy. i think about levi and belle and the years of love we have put into them as a pair at least once a day.

but i love you more. i'm so happy you were born, and i'm so happy to have you in my life and to be able to call you my friend and big sister. one day the stars will align and we'll be able to watch scary movies and vibe to music and eat taco bell together in person. but in the meantime, i'm more than glad to send each other silly tiktoks and laugh and cry over our babies through a screen. i hope today was just as amazing as you are. <3

                      The  thing  is;  you  sent  this  to  me  a  year  ago  and  I  was  so  fucking  depressed  that  I  could  only  bring  myself  to  speak  to  you  one  on  one  about  it.  I'm  such  a  loser  with  these  things  ...  I  know  I  am.  This  means  to  me  as  much  today  as  it  did  the  day  you  sent  it;  it  truly  meant  so  much.  And  I  know  we  had  spoken  about  it  on  a  personal  level  but  still,  it  doesn't  take  away  from  how  much  this  truly  meant  for  me  to  receive. 

                      You  have  always  been  one  of  my  biggest  supporters  and  closest  friends  ---  we  were  literally  talking  about  it  today.  I  just  feel  so  blessed  to  know  that  you're  in  my  life  and  that  we  get  to  create  the  way  we  do.  It  is  truly  a  blessing  to  know  that  we  can  have  the  connection  that  we  do  out  of  character.  Thank  you  for  always  being  there  for  me.  Thank  you  for  believing  in  me  and  always  looking  out  for  me  the  way  you  do.  And  thank  you  for  loving  Annabelle  the  way  you  do;  the  way  your  muses  do.

                      It's  crazy  to  think  about  how  this  all  started.  To  think  that  it  started  with  friendly  words  and  the  desire  to  create.  It  has  turned  into  a  connection  that  I  can't  imagine  never  having  in  my  life;  we  spoke  about  this  today  and  it  will  always  be  a  connection  that  is  meaningful  to  me.  Thank  you  for  being  who  you  are  and  how  you  are.  Thank  you  for  sharing  your  talent  with  me  and  for  always  making  sure  that  my  ideas  come  to  life.  Tumblr  or  no  tumblr  you  will  always  be  one  of  my  favorite  people  ---  one  of  the  people  I  trust  the  most.  So  thank  you  for  allowing  me  to  have  that.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Side Story; Shinso Hitoshi [Special Chapter]

|This chapter contains canon events of reader's past|

|Alternative ending with Hitoshi as love interest|

-,-,-,-,-,-,

It all started during my first day at kindergarten, I was the youngest one there. Everybody was four already, while I was still three and a half.

At first, nobody talked to me, and I was too shy to try and befriend anyone, so I was lonely during the first week there. But...

A purple-haired boy approached me at the beginning of the second week.

He had purple eyes too and his pupils were white, he scared me a bit at first, but when he smiled and told me he loved cats, I only chuckled and hugged him.

That boy was Shinso Hitoshi, whom I began calling Shi-chan after two months of knowing each other.

And then, Shi-chan developed his quirk, and I just stared at him happily, but I was also jealous.

Of him and the rest.

I was quirkless still, but I wasn't bothered, I was still three years old, and I had to wait patiently a few more months until my birthday arrived.

But I was quirkless even after I was five.

My parents kept cheering me on, saying I will have a quirk, and I'll be the best hero. The Invincible Hero. Shi-chan said so too, while he also explained to me how his parents thought his quirk was villainous.

I comforted him about that, saying that I would love to have his quirk. A brainwashing quirk... The society should be grateful. Shi-chan wants to be a Hero, not a villain, everyone should be happy about that, right?

The next year was the same, I was six... and still quirkless. With each passing day, I could notice how my parents were losing hope about me having a quirk. But Hitoshi didn't.

And because of that, he tried to train me. I told him what my parents' quirks were, and we tried together.

Enhance my muscles with my own energy. Make a person freeze completely on the spot as if they were asleep.

But nothing happened.

And by my seventh birthday, the next day, I had already accepted reality.

"I'm quirkless, Shi-chan..." was the thing I whispered to my only friend, sitting down beside him, "I can't be a hero with you... sorry." By the moment I finished my little speech, the tears had filled my eyes and wanted to run down my face.

He tried to say something, but I just hugged him and hid in his neck.

"Look, the quirkless loser and the villain freak!" I flinched at the yell directed our way. I never bothered learning his name, but I just know that he's the biggest asshole here. And he was only twelve.

I only looked away and Shi-chan was about to tell them something, but I stopped him.

My hand held his and we heard the dude's voice again, "And they're gay too! Faggots!"

I swallowed and stared down at the ground, biting my tongue so I wouldn't say anything disrespectful. For now, they left us alone and walked away, and soon the bell rang, so we walked to our classroom.

The whole class I spent it looking down at my desk, holding in my tears at the thought of my quirkless self.

The break began again and I walked to the bathroom, I wanted to wash my face a bit, so the redness of my eyes and nose would go away. But he was there when I walked in.

His friends were here too.

"Oh, if it isn't the quirkless loser." His friends laughed and he walked up to me, I just backed away, trapping myself with the wall behind me.

I saw his palms generating electricity and I could just stare at his arm.

His arm swung back, ready to punch me and I could only whisper, "Don't hurt me..."

Right as his fist was about to collide with my face, his arm tensed and he yelled in pain, gripping his forearm tightly. His friends came up to me and I kept mumbling the same thing over and over. "Don't hurt me..." they yelled too and ran out dragging their "leader" with them.

I sighed in relief and closed my eyes for a bit, but I suddenly thought, why did they run away screaming and gripping their arms?

I ignored that and opened my eyes.

And I got scared.

"I can't see!" I screamed, sliding down to the bathroom wall and rubbing my eyes, but the blackness wasn't going away. "Help me!!"

I kept screaming for a bit more until the bathroom door opened and Shi-chan's voice echoed.

"(M/n), what's wrong-?!" He abruptly stopped his question, and I felt him holding my shoulders tight. "What happened... to your... eyes?" I shook my head side to side and I felt tears falling down my cheeks.

"I don't know! Shi-chan... I can't see anything... I only see black. Help me, Shi-chan..."

What I remember from that time was Hitoshi taking me to the infirmary and then the principal came too, they ended up calling my parents, both came here with the twins, they were only a year old.

Such cute babies... but I couldn't see them at the moment.

Well, it turns out... I had my quirk.

My mother explained to me that this was her drawback. She went temporarily blind. I had to explain what had happened and how I went blind, which also made my parents worry about me being bullied. But it was fine, this was the first time they tried to physically hurt me, and they couldn't do it.

And that was the day when my quirk manifested. I was blind for two days.

//////

During Middle School, Shi-chan was being targeted again about his quirk, I always hated how they treated him. He has a brainwashing quirk!

That's fucking awesome!

So every time those assholes told him something about it, I would scare them away and then try to comfort Shi-chan.

"I'd like to know why they say that about your quirk, I mean, it would be really bad if you were a villain, so they should be grateful you want to be a hero, right?" Hitoshi smiled at me, but there were still some whispers about us, and how he had brainwashed me into being his friend.

But that's the thing! Shi-chan never used his quirk on me! Not even by mistake!

I even asked him to do it many times, but he refused every time.

And yes, while Hitoshi was being judged by his quirk, everybody around me was saying that I was invincible. Something that made me more insecure about myself.

Because even if I am so-called "invincible", my quirk could kill people, and... It did.

There was a time when I couldn't completely control my quirk yet. I was thirteen, and I was walking back home from school when I heard a woman trying to scream.

Her voice could only be described when somebody tries to cover your mouth, so I wanted to help her. I didn't know how, I was a still kid, but I needed to help her, nobody else was doing anything.

So I called the cops, explaining the situation, they told me to not get involved but the woman spotted me, and cried at me.

The man saw me and threw her to the ground behind him, stomping towards me with a furious face.

He tried to grab me, but I held his wrists above my head. The strength I had wasn't enough, but I was not going to go down and leave that poor woman all on her own, so I struggled to push him off of me.

I could hear the sirens in the distance, and that made me hold on longer. The man was mad, like extremely mad, but didn't try to run away, he was glancing back at the woman, who was still on the ground, shaking and crying. I noticed her legs, and both of her thighs were bleeding with deep wounds and the blood wasn't stopping.

I have to help her! She will bleed to death!

I gritted my teeth and pushed the man back, stepping forward and keeping my eyes on his arms, but my quirk wasn't activating.

Why?!

I growled and pushed him hard, he fell on his butt and tried to get up again.

But he screamed in pain.

Those kinds of screams occurred when my quirk was too aggressive, and I tried to stop it, but the man gripped his t-shirt, where his heart was and stared right into my eyes.

I clearly saw how he stopped struggling and fell backwards, a blank stare in his eyes.

And I saw white.

The woman was exclaiming "Thank you" towards me repeatedly, but I couldn't think of anything else.

Did I...?

The police and an ambulance arrived, the woman was taken to the hospital and I was kept there for interrogation, but they had to call my parents first.

After dreadful hours of waiting and answering questions, the forensic confirmed that the man had died from a heart attack. But she found it weird because apparently, he had been a healthy man his whole life.

His heart stopped abruptly, and the muscles ripped. As if it exploded.

Then I had to explain how my quirk worked.

I was declared innocent, but the thought... the knowledge of having killed a person wouldn't leave my mind.

For a year I had to go to therapy, but even if I was okay now, every now and then I would remember that event.

And the only way to forget about it was to be with Hitoshi.

A year went by, and our last year of Middle School arrived. It was at this moment, that I realized...

I wasn't straight, or not completely at least.

I had liked girls in past years, but I never tried to ask them out. I was too shy, and I still am.

But, Hitoshi made me realize I liked boys too.

He just suddenly seemed so freaking cute and then so fucking hot.

I was really confused, so that day when I came home from school, the twins tried to get me to play with them for a bit, but I made up an excuse about homework, and went up to my room.

On my laptop, I wrote on the search bar 'I like girls but boys too, what is it'. And lots of results popped up.

My entire night was spent in front of my laptop screen, and I got the answer to my question was... bisexuality.

Maybe... or maybe I just liked Hitoshi and not other boys.

But no, even if I liked Hitoshi already, I caught myself staring at some boys from my class and on the streets quite often. So I wasn't just Hitoshi-sexual, I was bisexual.

It was hard. To accept it. And to live with it.

The day I told my parents, they were like 'Oh, so you like boys too, that's good, you know what you like, we don't mind.' And that was such a relief, but only they knew about my sexual orientation.

Months flew by and it was the day of the U.A.'s entrance exam.

We both passed the written one, but not the practical one. And we ended up in 1-C, General Studies.

After the first week of class, the news about 1-A being under a villain attack reached our ears. I was kind of grateful that I wasn't in the Hero Course because my quirk doesn't really work with big groups of people.

And Ectoplasm sensei announced the Sports Festival coming up. He said something about having an opportunity to become heroes, we could be transferred to the Hero Course depending on our results.

And Shi-chan and I made a training schedule for it.

During said training, I had gone blind many times, but just the white blindness, so after a few hours of talking and bickering, I was back to normal.

And the Sports Festival arrived.

I managed to come in first place by the end of it, and Hitoshi ran to hug me when I stepped down from the podium.

Who would have thought I wouldn't be happy about my win?

The principal wanted to talk with me, and he told me about the internship and my possible transfer. Hitoshi got mad -I think- when I told him.

And he used his quirk on me for the first time.

After school, I went to the teachers' lounge and gave my hero name to Midnight sensei, who accepted it and let me go home. I walked out of U.A. and I stared up at the sunny sky. I tried to think about how to make Hitoshi talk to me again, and I remembered something.

I still owed him an ice cream.

So with a little of an improvised plan, I went to my house to change and walked out to buy him ice cream. I bought two ice cream tubs, one with his favourite flavour and one with mine.

On my way to his house, I felt my heart racing, I hadn't been this nervous since I realized I liked Hitoshi. And until today, even if I told myself I would ignore those feelings, they didn't go away. They just got stronger. And that's why I couldn't handle the thought of Hitoshi being mad at me.

I stopped in front of his house and hesitantly rang the bell, his mother opened the door, smiling brightly when she saw me. And she invited me in.

"Hitoshi is in his room, he seemed a bit sad and bothered, did something happen, honey? Did you two fight?" I smiled reassuringly at her while taking off my shoes.

"Not really," her smile changed to a sympathetic one and she placed her hand on my shoulder.

"It's about the Sports Festival, isn't it?" I just looked down, nodding, "Hitoshi wasn't like those other boys, wanting to be heroes and help people, but when he met you, he changed. Being a hero was the only thing he talked about..." She caressed my hair making me stare at her, "But he always said he would be a hero with you, (M/n)."

"We'll become heroes together, and we'll be the best heroes!" Hitoshi's childish voice rang inside my head.

"Can I go talk with him?" She nodded with her sweet smile.

"Of course you can, sweetie, this is your house too."

I went up the stairs quickly and I stopped in front of his door, taking out my phone before even knocking on his door.

I pressed the call button on his contact. He didn't pick up the first four times, but I called him a fifth, and last, time.

"What?" His voice was muffled and tired as if he had just woken up, but Hitoshi usually had that kind of voice and he had trouble sleeping for too long, that's why he had those deep and dark eye bags.

"Can we talk?" He groaned and I heard him shuffling around, probably turning on his bed.

"Why would we talk?" I looked at the bag I was holding, and I lowered my phone, hanging up. "Wha-?!" I heard him gasping past the door and I had to contain a laugh at the thought of his shocked face.

"Because I've got you the ice cream I promised to buy you," and after some seconds, his rapid footsteps echoed inside his room, the door opening quickly and abruptly.

Hitoshi only stared at me surprised, before a pink blush painted his cheeks and he turned around, walking in and leaving the door open, signalling me to enter his room.

I followed him and closed the door behind me, setting the ice cream down on his bedside table as he sat down on his bed. Hitoshi's purple eyes looked up at me, his eyebags darker than usual, and his eyes slightly red and puffy.

Had he been crying?

I bit down on the tip of my tongue at the mere thought of him crying, and it was probably about me getting into the hero course without him.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone for the rest of the day, didn't I?" I glanced away for a second but immediately turned back to look at him again.

"I couldn't stay away from you knowing that you were angry at me," he sighed patting his bed, beside him, and I sat down next to him.

"I wasn't... angry at you..." I stared at his profile, Hitoshi was looking down and to the side, playing with his fingers. "I was angry... at myself."

"Why-?"

"Because I'm not as strong as you, (M/n), that's why!" His scream made me flinch.

Hitoshi placed his elbows on top of his thighs and lowered his head, covering his face with his palms. After long seconds, I realized what he said.

And that made me flustered.

"You are stronger than me, Shi-chan." I hugged his waist and rested my forehead on his shoulder, his body tensed, "You were the one who would stand up for me when people made fun of me because I was quirkless, and you always motivated me to have hope even when my quirk didn't manifest." I squeezed him slightly, "I am who I am thanks to you, Hitoshi. I wouldn't have this ambition if you weren't there."

Hitoshi shifted a bit, but I didn't bother to move, and then I felt his arms around my shoulders.

"You idiot, how can you say those things so easily?" His fingers played with my hair, and I instantly relaxed, loosening my grip on him.

"Because I love you, Shi-chan."

Hitoshi flinched and I wondered what made him react that way until...

Did I just confess?! I am such an idiot! Now he's gonna hate me, great.

I wanted to back away from him, but he held me closer to his body, and my heart was beating rapidly. It was racing like crazy.

"Shi...-chan...?" I asked slowly, and his hands moved to hold my face up, making me face him. Which made me blink and look away in embarrassment. Hitoshi smiled at me, a red blush painting his cheeks. And for an instant... I relied on my instincts.

Gripping his waist tight and leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his in an innocent peck.

Hitoshi tensed but his body relaxed again as I hugged him and held his body against mine. My mind was racing and I couldn't process what was happening, I just knew that unstoppable shivers ran down my spine as I felt Hitoshi's chapped lips brushing on mine.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, and we pulled back my mind was dizzy, and I was painting slightly. Even if we didn't make out at all.

"(M/n), you got... something to tell me?"

And I finally realized the situation.

My eyes opened wide and I almost choked with my own saliva, I was suddenly shaking and I felt like I was about to faint. What did I just do? I kissed Hitoshi. My best friend, who also is my crush.

I wanna die. I'm gonna die from embarrassment. Can I dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it? I wanna go home and hide for the rest of eternity.

But Hitoshi's cold palms cupped my cheeks, making me lose my train of thought and look up at him. His eyes were bright and his tiny smile looked cute on his face. It made me want to kiss him again.

"I l-lo..." I hesitated and Hitoshi caressed my cheek with one hand, the other one going up to play with my (h/c) hair. That relaxed me, and I finished as I stared into his eyes, "I love you, Shi-chan."

Hitoshi smiled at me with a darker blush on his cheeks and he leaned in to plant a kiss on the tip of my nose.

So cute.

"I love you too, (M/n)." I stared into his purple eyes for a minute, and his blush got worse, averting his gaze from my (e/c) eyes.

"So, this means you're my boyfriend now?" Hitoshi nodded and hid his face in the crook of my neck. A big smile appeared on my face as I laid back on the bed, pulling Hitoshi on top of me and I kissed the top of his head, caressing the skin of his lower back.

This is... what happiness feels like, right?

Or is this the feeling of having a reciprocated love?

Either one, I couldn't have wished for a different outcome. Because I finally had Hitoshi with me, and I couldn't be happier right now.

[fartsandotherstink]

98) Hey @fartsandotherstink / @fartsandotherstink2 / @smells2205!

🎉 I WISH YOU AN HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎊

You are one of my dearest friends here on Tumblr, you supported me when my blog was deleted (which shows you really liked my blog).

You laughed with me when we used to send each other public questions about our common kinks and characters we love.

We also share our problems, our feelings...

I really hope you will find a loving dominant boyfriend who will uses you as his human cushion and farts on your face and in your mouth, because I know it's your main kink.

I also know you love no one more than you love His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes, according to you the most talented and handsome man living on this planet!

That's why I asked him to wish you himself an happy birthday! Here he comes!

Oh wow, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes is really so tall and impressive! Hey, don't blush, my friend! Comes with me, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes have a question for you. You must curtsey, of course, he is your superior since he is an American straight rich white alpha male celeb.

Good. Now that you are kneeling at his feet, he looks down at you, smiling at the cute fag you are.

SHAWN MENDES : "Happy Birthday, fag!"

He pets your head as if you were his dog.

SHAWN MENDES : "Your dear friend @submissivegayfrenchboy came to me, asking me to wish you your Happy Birthday. Now kiss my ass, fag!"

He turns his beautiful ass in front of you znd you kiss his butt, though it is covered by his pants. He smiles at you.

SHAWN MENDES : "Now I'm feeling generous since you are my biggest fan and you are in love with me. I'm gonna spend the whole day with you! @submissivegayfrenchboy will follow us as my servant, carrying my things. But you and I are gonna spend your Birthday day together. Would you rather

- 1) go on a romantic date with me?

- 2) spent the whole day crushed under my ass and licking it?

- 3) walking with me but whenever I am feeling gassy you kneel to smell my farts?

- 4) feed me and when the day is over i will shit on a plate and my delicious gigantic turds will be your birthday cake?

- 5) have sex with me and licking my body?

- 6) worship my feet while we listen to my songs and you tell me why you love me?

Chose wisely, cute faggot!"

Oh my God, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes, the love of your life, offered you many choices! What are you gonna do!

You have one bonus : if there is two things you wanna do, you can chose one thing to during the day and the other to do during night, since meeting your lovelife will happen only once in your lifetime.

SHAWN MENDES : "I'll be gone at the morning, but I'll offer you my clothes as a birthday gifts, so you can keep my stinky socks and underwear. I know fags like you like to smell them! Cute loser farts sniffer !"

Hello Your Highness

I know I’m not worthy of your birthday wishes but thank you so much. I would love nothing more than to be crushed under your godly, manly ass all day, while I lick and sniff all those stinky farts.

To end the day, I would love to have your perfect shit presented to be as a cake, and laughed at while I eat it.

I’m so grateful you let me keep your sweaty socks and dirty underwear, but I’m sad this is the only time I see you.

Thank you for the opportunity Your Highness.

[toxycodone]

My favorite Weezer album (also objectively the worst, DO NOT FUCKING LISTEN TO IT PLEASE /srs I will bite you with malicious intent) is the Pinkerton Album, it's misogynistic and pathetic and fetishistic, rivers cuomo made the rawest sounding incel music ever. The whole album is just rivers screaming and pouting about how horrible his life is because women don't love him, my favorite song by the foxing is also rory if that makes it any worse for you LMFAO

my top 3 Pinkerton songs are "I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams", "Butterfly - Alternate Take", and a tie between "El Scorcho" and "Pink Triangle" because pink triangle is so funny to me, rivers is complaining about the girl he liked being a lesbian, get cucked loser. If u decide to listen to the album, only listen to IJTOTLOMD (acronym for the first song I mentioned, I'm not writing that shit out) and Pink Triangle, they are the least egregious out of the entire album, and IJTOTLOMD doesnt even have rivers singing ITS THE BEST SONG WITHOUT THE ACTUAL LEAD SINGER in it this shows you how bad Weezer is, I'm old Weezer's biggest fan and number one hater I will always make fun of weezer

ALSO OMG THANK U ?? u got me smiling and shit. lol I don't want to get into it but my last partner (online dating) pressured me into being xir dominant and guilt tripped me into doing sexual things for xem ... it just was a bad experience overall. And then bro had the gall to break up with me on my birthday after we were together for over a year and showed me xir new boyfriend the day after like...It was fucked. But I'm better now!! And Im not using the word loser in a demeaning way for myself, I'm like, Hmmm... I have that pathetic sopping wet dog rizz yk? Pathetic Loser ™ is my base state of being, my younger siblings bully me about it but its all in good fun I love them lol. (One of them admitted that I was actually cool so heeheehee)

But thank you I feel special, you have a grown man doing this -> ☺️👉🏼👈🏼 and kicking his feet and shit. I'll give you a little kiss on the cheek as a token of my thanks. Mwah 💋

- the same anon who is still scared of admitting who he is lol

okay you know those guys that like. Seethe because terrible men give bad bitches trust issues??? That’s me rn.

anon you have no fucking idea how mad this makes me 😭 like?? Be so so so fucking fr. YALL HAVE TO STOP FUMBLING BADDIES. GIVE THEM TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE THEM (ME!!! I WILL CHERISH THEM!!!)

okay as someone who also got burned by online dating (long ass story. which I won’t tell unless asked). I’m genuinely so sorry that happened to you. People online can be such a fucking hit or miss (usually a miss). But your ex’s behavior makes me think your ex is jealous LOOOOL. No one flexes anything if they’re truly happy and content—trust.

I’m still doing this to your ex tho bc I’m petty.

AND YESSS YOU GET IT. Like. When I say loser I don’t mean that in a bad way. Like, more in a colloquial sense. Because really I like nerdy guys bc they’re people who are open and proud of their interests even tho they may seem weird. And they’re just honest about who they are and their abilities. It’s actually really brave. And I love that about them. So. Yeah.

ty for the cheek kiss tho hehe I am glad I was able to make u feel good.

[separatist-apologist]

im in anonymous mode because im too nervous to not be because youre one of my favourite fanfic authors and even this is nervewracking

but i was looking for a new fic to read and saw you answering asks about your birthday so i wanted to wish you the happiest of happy birthdays and i hope you had fun and just enjoyed it all around

make it the greatest year yet ✨️🎂🎊🎉✨️

👑

Aw don't be nervous! Let me assure you I am the biggest, most approachable loser you'll ever meet!

Thank you for your kind words babe!

[elle-smells]

ITS INTERNATIONAL CARMEN DAY AKA CARMEN'S BIRTHDAY 🎂❣️🫶🏼🎉🎉🎈🎈@jovalencia

that's my bestie and I love herrrr don't be a loser and wish her a happy birthday bcs she deserves it 💖💖💖💖💖💖 the biggest enigma suburbia has ever known

I asked Google and ai to give me Percy Jackson holding a bisexual flag and this one is as good as it gets lmao but enjoy <3

[joykai]

MY TURN!!! :D

(Hi this is Ashley btw, my friend had something to do so we held off the account swapping for the time being until they're back in town, but yeah the joykai account now has it's rightful owner back!)

TW: Abuse, bullying, mentions of sewerslidal thoughts and attempted sewerslide(SH), mentions of surgery, also near death experience, and mentions of attempted gr@pe and SA

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LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT, I WILL REPEAT THE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

TW: Abuse, bullying, mentions of sewerslidal thoughts and attempted sewerslide (SH), mentions of surgery, also near death experience, and mentions of attempted gr@pe and SA

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okay!

1. I have a scar across my stomach from when my mum poured boiling water on me, I was like 6-7 ish when this happened

2. I have a scar that goes from the left side of my forehead all the way back to the base of my neck, I actually don't remember this one but my abuela said that was because I passed out and it did some funky shit to my brain to make me forget it (trauma response perchance?) but she said it involved a group of girls and a poorly placed cliff side. This happened when I was like 11

3. A piece of my ear is missing, like not enough to be noticeable but if you actually get like withing slapping distance of me you can very much see it. This happened because of a game of bow and arrow and a very angry older brother. This I remember very well and It happened on my 12th birthday.

4. Cancer scar time boi!!!! same as Icarus (twinsies) and it is NOT my biggest scar but probably the most prominent one age 5

5. I had SHIT kidneys when I was younger and had to get a transplant when I was 13 and I remember it because I hoped I would just not wake up because on my 13th birthday is when I got the call that my dad was found dead under a bridge.

6. Age 14, dog bite from my beautiful girl Betsy who had to be put down or else she'd live the rest of her life in pain, she felt so bad about biting me but I was so happy and showed my tio so proudly because that meant I could remember her, (Padfoot licks the scar from time to time and loves to nuzzle it, I think he knows <3)

7. Age 15 walking home from school this guy tried to gr@pe me, he managed to unbutton my shirt before I got a good kick on him, turns out he had a big boy knife and now I have a huge scar on my thigh, I got a tattoo because it looked like a lightning bolt so know zeus holds the scar (double meaning losers).

8. My dad (R.I.P) had a pair of outside slippers that he kept by the door, once when I was like 5 I was running in and out of the house (barefoot mind you because I had no care in the world) to repeat messages back and forth from my mum and my brother because they were doing different things but wanted to talk so I was the little messenger boy, turns out as I was running I kept jumping on the slipper and turns out said slipper had a nail in it, I remember lifting my foot and the bottom of my foot feeling weird, and in-between my toes feeling wet so I placed my hand down and saw blood, I ran to my dad because my mum told me to fuck off and he took me to A&E and now I have a scar because the nail went deep into my foot apparently and I had to have a wrap on and not put pressure so I also walked on crutches.

9. I was born with a cut lip, like a scar on my lip, no explanation but It makes me look badass now

10. scar across my eyebrow that goes down past my eye (thank god I'm not blind in that eye). This happened when I was 16 and fell on a very sharp rock. Once again how am I not blind? I have no clue but that whomever is up there.

11. I have a scar across the bridge of my nose, once more due to a rock (damn rocks really don't like me fr) this one was recent lol, like a couple of months ago

12. I have scars across my back that I rather not talk about but they are there and I can now as an adult appreciate them as they show how much I've grown from who I was due to the childhood I had

13. fuck you Kevin I'm airing you out mf, this bastard threw a plate at me that shattered near my shoulder and a piece of the plate got stuck in my shoulder then this idiot pulls it out and then gets pissed at me because blood got on him.

14. SH scars, started at 13 stopped at 16 relapsed at 17 stopped at 18 fully, I'm gonna be a decade clean soon!!! >w<

15. My amazing best friend decided that we just NEEDED a glass table and as I was building it the damn thing shattered in my hands so I have these cool scars on my palms (that are sensitive as fuck)

that's all the ones I can think of at the top of my head, If I have anymore I'll add!!!

Tataaa!!!

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife