#sorry abt the first question i may be stupid

[quirkle2]

Writers ask!! 3, 22,25,and 39 please :)

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

idk what a writing ritual is im gonna be real w u but im gonna do my best to act like i understand <3 uhmmmmm .actually no i dont get it

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

i'm kinda all over the place, but there's a method to the madness. random lil convos my brain conjures up r slapped in a notes app and usually kept there for eternity bc i dont fuckin open the notes app unless im actively writing down an idea. very useful and sensible. i have two google docs for every wip fic—one outline for the rough story beats, and the other is my actual writing that i paste to ao3

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

well it kinda Is related in a Way but in my wip fic mob had his wrist broken in mogamiland and it never healed right so now that he's back in the real world he's getting used to having a fully functioning wrist . among many other things. he rolls it around a lot and marvels at the lack of weird clicks and pain

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

mostly just the fact that after a while i cant stand to Not write—i love the very act of it, even if im feeling discouraged by a particular story. another big one tho is the idea of having people look at my little words and enjoy them. i like sharing my work cuz it gets other people excited :] nothin better than that

[acuar-io]

Dropping a little lore on these three, I may have made it messy on purpose bc I refuse to make izara and Sephtis have drama within their relationship 💀💀💀

So Fatima & Cypress are siblings! Fatima is a year older than her brother.

Fatima is dating Pierce (guy in the middle) their relationship is a bit dramatic, they have petty arguments and they’re on and off. She met him when she tagged along with Cypress to a band practice, just for fun! First glance at Pierce and she was head over heels. She told this to Cypress and he was shocked. Not because his sister had fallen for his friend, but because he’s been in love with Pierce since he’s met him. *AH YES, ONE SIDED LOVE!* The thing is, Pierce is a straight man (so he claims). Cypress being a good brother, set his sister and Pierce up.

It’s giving Angelica and Eliza Schuyler in love with Alexander Hamilton *cue satisfied*

Anyways, these two’s relationship is a rollercoaster they love the thrill of fighting over stupid shit ig 😭 at some point, Pierce and Fatima take a “break” and there was a time where Pierce called Cypress to talk (vent abt his relationship problems). They cracked a cold one together and Pierce vented away abt Fatima. Cypress was tired of their stupid fights and he was tired of their relationship period point blank, he wanted it to end FOR GOOD. He was fed up to the point where he right then and there confessed his feelings to his best friend and band mate of x amount of years.

So at this point, cypress realizes what he said and is like “fuck WTF did I just say” instant regret from the liquid courage. BUT ☝🏼 Pierce was like fr??? U like me??? 😳🧍mind u both of them had a couple of beers ok…so if it wasn’t obvious already, Pierce is gay and he’s been questioning his sexuality. The reason why he’s weary to just accept he likes men is because he’s so used to heteronormativity. ANYWAYSSSSS The alcohol is alcoholing in this moment, cypress embarrassed, red in the face, Pierce cups cypress’ face with his hands and kisses him 😳 there kiss deepened and it could of gone further until Pierce realizes he’s kissing his friend, band mate and gfs brother…Pierce wanting to pull away, cypress clings onto his jacket.

This obvs sent cypress over the moon, but the moment is stopped because PIERCE GETS A CALL, FROM HIS GF….AKA CYPRESS’ SISTER….asking if they could meet up to talk.

Their convo leads to them….dating again…..🧍but Pierce ends up cheating on her constantly because he & cypress and secretly hooking up behind her back!! 😁 I’m still trying to flesh out why and what caused Pierce and Fatima to continue to date so sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense!!!

Thats all I have for them rn!!! I plan on doing edits with my OCs so stay tuned and tysm for whoever read this lore lol

[gem-de-lune]

Update 11/7

Hey guys, Gem here.

Today I will not be doing check in 😔

This is because, as a woman in America, I have been dealing with a lot of disappointment, and it's put me in a sad overall mood and negative space. Which isn't great for readings either tbh. I don't want that to spread either to the ppl I read for.

Thus I think it is best for me to take a break today.

If you have my Twitter, I have reposted a tarot reader who is really cool and has also been doing their own readings on Seunghan, so pls check them out too!! They do not have enough followers for all the work they have been doing.

I have a 4 day weekend, so I will be more actively posting other readings, not just the check-ins, so that we can revisit the other members too.

Also- at this time I have answered a lot of Riize questions and there are not as many anymore unless new mews pops up. SO I will (very sparingly) begin accepting questions for specific other groups.

I will preface this part bc I have already started being attacked 😀 but Riize is still my priority rn. If new news abt Seunghan comes out I will primarily focus on that. But i do not appreciate people yalling profanities in my askbox demanding I tell them when Seunghan will come back. I don't engage. I block. Immediately. So if you are ever thinking that yelling or being rude will get you a reading, think again. I'm so mf serious abt that. I have given a lot of time and energy and love to this group willingly bc I love them. But I am not your slave. I cannot do every single thing you request and I will not. I will do timeline revisits sparingly bc asking every mf day when he will be back is redundant and stupid. So to the one bitch you know who you are bc I blocked you: Do not cross me hoe.

(I know most of yall don't think this way and i love and appreciate that get the situation and yall care abt me getting burnt out too. It is just for those who don't get that I don't have to be doing this in the first place and dont get that we cannot ask when he will be back every 2 hrs. Not yall. I love yall. Yall are fam.)

Continuing.....

I am not going to open a whole gigantic can of worms to talk abt every single idol group so I will keep this limited to relevant topics and groups I have done readings for before so we can keep familiarity.

Groups I may accept reading requests on if I have not done so already (in priority order):

Riize, NewJeans, ILLIT, Lesserafim, Seventeen, NCT (all units but not WayV)

For NCT and Seventeen, I will not be doing "all member reads" the way I do for Riize (yall tryna kill me) but if a specific member or two is requested, I can do that.

This is not a guarantee that I will 100% do the reading you ask for regarding these groups- it means they are under consideration when theybwere not before. I will be looking for readings primarily in this priority order and I will select relevant ones that look interesting so we can keep a good flow.

Anyways look forward to this weekend, and if you have any new fresh suggestions for readings that have not already been addressed for Riize or for any of the indicated groups above, go ahead and send an ask and I will take a lookie.

Love you guys and sorry abt no check in today 😢

[buckyarchives]

Domestic Life Of a Living With a Runaway Assassin. [Intro.]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x soulmate!reader

Summary: you hate many things in life. you hate soulmates. you hate the avengers. you hate guns. you hate loud snorers and complicated relationships.

Bucky Barnes is associated with all of those things, yet you can't find yourself hating him

W.c: 2.1K

Series playlist linked here

Author note: this was actually one of my first long form fics I wrote in many years, its carrys a nostalgic feeling and means a lot to me. i wrote it like last October and thought abt kinda rewriting some stuff and posting it here! I thought some of you guys woudk enjoy this story. this is only a short darbble that teases the story, next chapter shows how they met and everything after that. It takes place right after CA:TWS and it’s a soulmate AU!

Masterlist

Soulmates.

The legend goes that when the universe was created and whatever higher power you believed in created humans to have two sets of legs, two sets of arms, and two heads. Now because the world is cruel and no one can have nice things, whoever is in charge up there split us up into two beings but forever being connected by our souls. Spending the rest of our life waiting and searching for our other halves. Never being our true whole selves without them. How poetically tragic.

It turned into a weird way to make money nowadays, you felt like no one really cared about the reality of soulmates now. It was made into shitty romance movies, or stupid scientific searches for your one and only soulmate that was definitely an internet scam. People literally faking soul marks towards celebrities for their one chance with them that their delusional minds make up. 

All just a desperate attempt to feel whole and loved but your one and true person. Always and forever destined to be.

What a touching story. Too bad you think it's all bullshit

No genuinely, you were supposed to believe your life's purpose was to find this one person in the entire universe that matched you, and without them, you what? you were going to be miserable for the rest of your life? The universe is a scam. You had given up on the whole mad search for your other half years ago, you didn't understand why you couldn't go out and find your own partner without having to match up those stupid words on your shoulder. 

“I'm sorry, you probably don't feel very safe with me.”

Those stupid words. You hated the idea of soulmates but you couldn't stop yourself from the hours of wondering just what the hell that was supposed to mean. You had no interest in seeking out your soulmate but you could wonder what type of person they may be. Were they really a dangerous person? Would you genuinely not feel safe with the said person when you first meet? Would you even meet them?

Questions had swirled through your head since the day you got it. Those questions had died down a little, you were getting older and most of your peers had already met their soulmates. You noticed soulmates were not just romantic, they came in friendships, some didn't work out, some came between children and parents, and some came through your fire escape at night, covered in blood and knocking down your favorite plants.

With a loud crash, your feet carried you through your new york apartment to your living room. You saw the outline of him crouched down on the floor. “I'm so sorry, I know that was your favorite plant.”

Okay, spoiler. You had found your soulmate. You weren't excited about it as the rest of the world expected, but it happened. You weren't some hypocrite that would suddenly abandoned all beliefs and fell head over heels for your soulmate once you met like one of those stupid romance movies you mention earlier, you were not some cliche. Especially not with a poor excuse of a runaway-brainwashed-assassin soulmate, at least you would try convincing yourself that.

“My god Bucky, how many times do I have to tell you to just go through the door.” you pinch the bridge of your nose as the tired old man scrambles to clean up the dirt and scattered pot beneath him. “I mean, you practically live here now.”

“I'm not using the door, someone could see me.”

You think Like that's better than having someone see you climb through the fire escape, asshole. You scoff and shake your head and begin dragging yourself to the kitchen. You had a slight quirk at the end of your lips, an amused smile, you hoped Bucky didn’t see in the dark. Maybe he did, you didn’t really have enough time to ask him the deets on the effects of the serum. 

You swing open the cabinet door and grab a trash bag and first aid kit. God only knows how bent out of shape bucky is tonight. Making your way back into your living room, Buckys still muttering under his breath about your stupid plant and “god dammit it's fucking freezing out there.”

throwing the trash back at him, he looks up at you. His eyes are beautiful. His hair is sopping wet and you were hoping to any god above that he wasn't bleeding out on your floor. You were not losing your security deposit for your reckless runaway assassin soulmate. God, that's a mouthful, you need to give him a new nickname.

 “So, what's the damage?”

“s’ nothing, I'm just cold. It started raining hard.” he looks like a wet shaking dog. Your heart aches.

You look him up and down. Noticing the water dripping from all his clothing. “I see that.”

You sigh and take a few steps toward him. Bucky eyes follow your moments precisely. He has a bit of a staring problem. You snag the hair tie off your wrist and swiftly tie his brunette wet mop of a head into a little man bun. Cute. you shake your head.

“Stay, I'll be right back.”

Bucky watches you in awe as your body ascends back into the darkness of the room and around a corner. He's uncomfortable and his socks are wet. The leather vest is wet and he feels like he's trapped in his own skin, and Bucky feels too heavy. 

Slowly, he begins to unstrap all weapons on his body and toss them to the side so you don't have to see them. You didn't like guns. He had a designated place where he hides them because god-forbid Bucky messes up your apartment aesthetic with his dozen of unsettling and quite scary weapons. Your words, not his.

Unzipping the leather top and peeling the fabric off himself was less than a nice feeling, it made him cringe and sent a quick shiver down his spine. Bucky tossed it to the side, he’ll deal with that tomorrow. His hands feel the thin black shirt that's left, it's wet too. Fucking hell. He doesn’t remember the New York weather being this bad in September, he also barely remembers anything so his memory isn’t too reliable. Bucky slowly peels the fabric over his head, he hopes he doesn't mess up the bun you did, he never did it right.

Bucky hears your feet pad against your floor. He pushes back a smile. You're holding a towel and some clothes. He watches you as you crouch down next to him on the floor, he notices that your eyes are squinted and your bed head is apparent. A twinge of guilt hits him now knowing he had woken you up. Bucky whispers, “I woke you up.”

You sigh, again. “I was having a bad dream anyways.”

“About?”

You inhale, scoffing to yourself. “I was being chased by Jimmy Fallon with a jar of pickles – because you know, I hate pickles – and he was yelling at me about the importance of eating vegetables, but he sounded just like my mom.”

Bucky didn’t remember who Jimmy Fallon was, “you must think you’re so amusing, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky curls his toes and is unfortunately reminded of his very wet socks. He leans forward to untie his hefty boots. Your eyes trail along his naked back, his muscles flex and suddenly you are just a little more awake. You watch his left arm in all its glory, taking note of the ragged and scarred tissues where metal meets skin. Scratch marks are littered around the edges, and you feel sad for him, imagining how those got there. The moonlight highlights his metal arm, making it shine and look quite beautiful. You could never tell Bucky that.

“It's been a week.” you finally breathe out. Bucky freezes in place as his fingers wrap around his laces. He feels guilty again. “And you didn't leave a note this time either. I thought...”

Trailing off, you stop yourself before you say something you were going to regret. Your mind wanders, you felt so incredibly stupid right now. Truth is, you didn't agree with the whole soulmate ordeal but it seemed like ever since your unconventional first meeting with Bucky, he has stuck to you like glue. He just kept coming back and then leaving again. 

It took you many of his overnight stays and weirdly domestic mornings making scrambled eggs together and then turning into a worry machine after he leaves. You realized had grown to care for him deeply. Bucky always came back, but you were scared for the day we might not. 

Bucky is– literally, a lost puppy. He had been on the run and actively avoiding the few stray agents that knew he was still alive when he met you. 

Bucky remembered back when he was a kid, dreaming about the day he would meet his soulmate. He and Steve would stay up all night talking about their soul marks, or just words (as they used to call it), and what they thought their soulmates would be like. Bucky was obsessed and simply put, a hopeless romantic. 

Then Steve met his soulmate, Peggy. And then he technically died and Hydra happened, Bucky thought his soulmate would have been dead because he was out of his time now. After being brainwashed and having been broken and put back together by Hydra, Bucky could still never shake the feeling of you still being out there, it was like some instinctive feeling in his bones, he had hope and it was one of the only things keeping him going. 

And he was right.

Bucky had many doubts when he first met you, given his situation. But you were not scared. And that was enough for him at the time.

But now he just feels guilty for giving you the burden of being his soulmate. He was trying, really.

“I'm sorry, doll.” his voice didn't sound like his own, he shrugged the rest of his boot off and followed with his socks. Finally. “I should have left a note. I'm safe, you're safe, and I'm here now.” 

Bucky heard you sniffled and you turned your head with an embarrassment look and glossy eyes. Like you were ashamed for caring.

“sweetheart...” he scooted closer, hoping you wouldn't mind his damp skin on yours. Bucky reached for you, wrapping his flesh hand around yours and giving you a small squeeze. Your head turned to him, a small smile hidden on your face by the darkness of the room. He saw it. Bucky might even think you're an angel. “I won't leave without saying something next time, I'm sorry.”

“Do I even want to know what you were doing out there?”

He hated lying to you but his life was complicated. “Just trying to fix some things I did.”

You nod. “Good.”

The silence between the two of you isn't uncomfortable, the past few months have been silent– at least with bucky. He is your soulmate. He is also the winter soldier, and the winter soldier is always moving and hiding. Bucky Barnes is always moving, always. He had been that way even way back in the Howling Commandos. 

You were his safe haven. Your relationship was on and off but your bond was strong, it was wordless and tentative and strung together by patching wounds at midnight and soft, domestic glances over coffee. Your house– just you were his place where he could just stop, pretend as if nothing mattered and sit on the couch and watch reality television that you loved. Bucky found it questionable but you said “it will help you get with the times.” Bucky just watched it because he knew it made you happy. 

Bucky Barnes had been moving all week, fast. He had almost died, twice. He was never going to let you know that though. Bucky was due for some Hell's Kitchen or dance moms. He was also not going to tell you that. 

The moonlight was fading and you could hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside, barely silenced by the bustling city life of people leaving for work. You are still sitting next to Bucky, and you nudge him with your elbow. His attention is now drawn to you. You bite your bottom lip, a horrible habit you had, bucky hated it. Bucky brings his thumb up to your face and pulls your lip away from your teeth. He wants to kiss you.

“Go take a shower, you stink.” That works too. He smiles and you laugh. Yeah, Bucky thinks he can stop for just a little longer this time.

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[guerrillateezsworld]

✨If your taking requests could you write 2000's Bill Kaulitz x reader

Reader is a singer from another band and they are good friends with Bill (two idiots in love). One night reader, bill and there band get drunk (maybe even take something 💊-if your comfortable with it ofc) the next day they don't remember anything but reader and bill have rings on there fingers. They find two cheap brought cameras and look through them. It turns out each of them went with there bands looking through the city for a dress/suit and got married (las Vegas situation). A lot of photos and videos of them (reade,bill and there bands) goofing around but mostly of reader and bill being all in love and stuff

<Sorry it's so long>

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okay hahah this sounds fun. imma try to write it as an imagine the best i can lol

what happened? bill kaulitz x reader

this is based off of 2008-2009 bill! implied female reader but no pronouns used (i don’t think)

word count: 1450!!!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, LEGAL DRINKING AGE IN GERMANY IS ACTUALLY 16 (according to google) SO TECHNICALLY NOT UNDERAGE DRINKING I DONT THINK. CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG, cursing, mentions of smoking smoking cigarettes. (i don’t condone anything that has to do with excessive drinking and nicotine. it’s not good for you and it can really damage your body. please stay safe), that’s all. it’s not too much just mentions

a/n: i hope this is something like you wanted!! i’m not really good at writing abt parties so i just wrote about the aftermath haha because it might be a little more funnier idk. and i didn’t do the taking stuff cuz it may be a little much for others so yea!

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it was all a blur, it really was. partying/drinking. it was crazy. me and bill had no clue what had happened. we woke up, splitting headaches and a mad hangover. small flashbacks of drinking starting to play over in your head but not much of remembrance. “what happened? and why did we fall asleep together in my room?” i ask bill who’s laying next to me, whining in pain. “i don’t know (name), all i remember is getting drunk and partying. we most definitely got shit faced i know that” he says with a small laugh. i just smile and shake my head before standing up to stretch. “uhhh (name)?..” i hear from behind me. “yes?” i ask. “um why is there a ring on my ring finger? and on your finger.” i turn around and look him dead in the eyes and then glance at my hand. “oh no. what did we do?” i ask in embarrassment. realizing that i probably told him all about my dying love for him, i turn red and nervously laugh. my eyes trail around the room trying not to make eye contact with bill. as i’m doing that, i notice two cheap cameras on my side table. i look at bill questionably before walking over and grabbing them. “what did you find?” he asks. i show him the two cameras and his eyes widen. “oh… i wonder what’s on them” i shrug and go to sit next to him. i turn the camera on and begin to look at the pictures. flashbacks start flooding my mind as my hands start to get a little sweaty.

“bill”, i say, slurring my words as i take another big gulp of my drink. “we should definitely go to my house and party”. and with that, we call a cab and go to my house to get even more shitface drunk.

the first few pictures were pretty normal, just funny and stupid pictures of you two and the others of yours and his band. “paparazzi probably had a fun time seeing us” i laugh at his snide remark. “most likely” i reply. the more we got into the pictures, the weirder they got. us smoking, drinking, laughing, it was a lot. drinks such as wine, beer, and vodka showed up on the pictures. until one picture caught our eyes. a picture of the same rings that sat on your guys fingers right now. then it got to pictures of you guys kissing and holding hands. i cough nervously and avoid his burning stare into my face. “well um that’s a lot…” i laugh nervously and smile. he just shakes his head as we continue looking through the pictures. we get to a specific picture that has us both gasping in shock. it’s me trying on a wedding dress with bill in a suit and the other way around. “what the fuck?” i announce out loud. then the next was even more wedding dresses. “what in the world are we doing here. don’t tell me we…” i get cut off as a picture of me and bill at some wedding venue shows up. we look at each other and our eyes widen. “is that that one wedding place in las vegas? is that why we have rings on our fingers? shit, we’re in trouble” he says. i sigh and nod. the next few are just the officiate reading to me and bill. then it cuts to us kissing and smiling. “well… i guess we’re married now? not technically, this place is a fake ain’t no fucking way. you have to plan it ahead of time and plan who’s coming and the food” i say while questioning bill. he laughs at my confusing rant before speaking. “well i mean i wouldn’t be opposed to marrying you…” he says, trailing off. “me neither bill. but we’re still young” i smile. some others were just tom acting really stupid and georg and gustav laughing. plus one of my band mates and tom getting a little closer than normal. he laughs and we finish looking at the pictures. i get up again and we decide to go to the studio where the others are probably waiting. as we’re getting ready, i notice bills loud gasp from the other room. i run in and ask if he’s okay. he looks at me and shows me what’s on his phone. my eyes widen as i read the headlines.

‘tokio hotel spotted with lead singer of (your band) at a local restaurant in germany’ and ‘tokio hotels’ bill kaulitz and (name) caught kissing outside of restaurant’

“bill… people will think we’re dating and then we’ll get so much hate” i sigh. “it’s okay i promise, i don’t have a problem with it” i look at him and blush. “to be honest, me neither”. he smiles at me and then he ends up reading another headline about me and him.

i groan loudly and walk back into the bathroom. “well that’s just great. i knew that was gonna happen. i’m surprised my phones not blowing up right now” as i say that, my ringtone goes off. i run to the room and grab my phone to see who’s calling me. it’s tom. i answer the phone to tom screaming.

“(name) what the fuck is going on right now. did you see what’s all over the internet?”. “yes tom i saw. we’re never gonna live this down.”. “well at least they got their answer about bill and you”. “what do you mean tom? there’s nothing going on between me and bill” lies. “yea yea. you guys are in love with each other. come on now”. “ what whatever you say tom.”. he laughs on the other side of the phone before talking again. “okay then, you keep telling yourself. just know that i remember how you guys were last night. nothing nasty, just that you guys were on each other the whole night and you two couldn’t and wouldn’t stop kissing the whole time” i’m sure he heard my extremely loud gulp and small gasp. “don’t you dare say anything about it tom i swear i will beat your ass if you do” “no promises (name). it’s all over the internet now so we can’t really do anything. you do know they got pictures of us at the venue and the shops” i groan extremely loud and sigh. “well that’s great. i can’t just ‘divorce bill’. we’re not even fully married, it’s just a fake wedding place for celebs” “you’re a celeb dumbass” “shut up asshole” he laughs at me again. “just calm down. trust me, i know how obsessed you are with bill. and he feels the same way about you. he rants to me and the others about how he wishes you would feel the same way” “what?”

i get cut off by bill asking who i’m on the phone with. “just your overly annoying brother” i answer. i hear tom cuss at me through the phone and laugh before turning my attention back to tom.

“thanks for that amazing compliment” “no problem” “okay back to what i was saying. listen, he’s so in love with you it’s crazy. you’re pretty much all he talks about. trust me.” “well, you caught me there then. i do have a big crush on bill. and it’s so hard hiding it and i’m sure i’m not good at it anyways”. i stop talking as bill walks into the bathroom. “i got to go, see you later tom” i tell him and hang up.

“um hello bill” i smile shyly. “you like me back?” he asks quietly. my eyes widen and i gasp. “what… are you talking about?” i ask. he smiles and walks closer to me and i back up shyly. i end up hitting a wall as he’s standing so close to me i can practically feel his breath on me. “i like you too (name). and i don’t know how you haven’t noticed yet. i’ve stopped trying to hide it.” he tells me. i look at him in shock, and instead of replying, i smash my lips on to his. “i like you too bill. i only started realizing a while ago that my feelings for you weren’t platonic and they were much more. and i’m so glad you like me back” i smile. he smiles too and kisses me again. of course i kiss back and wrap my arms around his neck while he wraps his around my waist. “i love you so much (name), please be mine?” i nod and hug him. “yes, a million times yes. i would love to be yours” i reply. he smiles again. “you’re mine now. so maybe.. getting married was a good idea” i laugh at his joke and just hide my face into his neck. “why don’t we get ready and bring the cameras to show them what was on there. they can’t make fun of us because there is some really, really embarrassing photos and videos of them on there.” “good idea” “i love you (name)” “i love you too bill.”

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thanks anon for the request and i really hope you enjoyed it!!! i hope it’s what you wanted and i’m really sorry if it’s not:(

[big-coyote]

hi!! this may be a weird thing to ask about but ive decided to make one of my longtime ocs a coyote therian (they were connected to coyotes since the beginning) and i wanted to ask if theres stuff i should avoid when talking abt them or doing character design?

ive done some research on my own looking thru tumblr blogs ran by therians mostly, but i mightve missed some stuff!

for now they show their theriantophy as either wearing a coyote looking onesie (which is the first outfit they ever had) or when wearing other clothes they have a tail keychain on their trousers, so i also wanted to ask if you know of any other things they could have to connect with their theriotype?

again im sorry if this is a weird question! <3

(1/2) Hello! Not a weird question at all, I’m actually very honored and happy you’ve asked! I have quite a number of OCs myself that are also therians or otherkin adjacent lol. Also if anyone else has any ideas they’d like to add/advice feel free to comment or reblog!

As for things you should ovoid I’d recommend straying away from the idea of therianthropy being inherently because of mental illness. While it’s totally okay for your Oc to struggle with mental health problems or other serious topics. I often see the stigma online where people assume being nonhuman or having a alterhuman identity means the person in question must have Schizophrenia, Dissociative Identity Disorder, psychosis, a delusional disorder, etc. And again while I know plenty of nonhumans who have those disorders (I have some of them) and that may effect their identities as a whole, it shouldn’t be the end all be all of their identity you know? Ovoid adding more stigma to both.

Another thing I’d stray away from is the idea of a character being a therian because of spirit animals or any mythology related to closed practices/groups. I’ve seen many indigenous people online speak about their discomfort with the word ‘spirit animal’ and how it’s been adopted into pop culture. Being alterhuman is much more then “I feel connected to this thing/this thing is just like me”, it runs much deeper then that and it is as much as a real identity as something like gender, sexuality, religion, etc. It should be taken with as much care and seriousness as those other identities because it is huge and important part to a lot of our lives.

Lastly I’d recommend avoiding making the character the butt end of the jokes. While the Oc themselves can be funny, have funny things happen to them or have funny experiences as a coyote Therian I’d ovoid making them the punching bag to other OCs. Online it’s not uncommon to see many people misunderstanding and mischaracterizing being nonhuman for a quick laugh. It be very disheartening if an OCs entire existence in a story is just “haha they think they’re a dog, that’s stupid”. Again it’s important to take any identity like being a Therian seriously instead of just being the punch line for a joke or gag.

As for the clothing I think the onesie would be incredibly cute and good to wear as well as the tail! Many therians wear tails, both real and faux fur ones, to feel connected to their identity and feel more comfortable. I’ve also known many therians who were things like jewelry with their theriotype on it, fake animal ears, t-shirts, rings, fur coats, earrings, pins/buttons, etc. Some also like collecting plushies or posters with their theriotype as well, or having stickers on their books or drawing them. Or if you’d prefer a more casual character design you could have a character who doesn’t wear any outward Therian gear and prefers to keep it low key. Both options are very valid and would be interesting to see!

But no matter what I’m sure your Oc is going to be amazing and I can’t wait to see them! Please tag me if you make any art or stories about them, or if you have any other questions feel free to ask again or DM me!

[jaeger-pups]

Zekeren scenario: Secret’s out?

Cw: just some femboy!eren, anti grisha, and brocon zekeren. if those aren’t your things that’s cool :)

E: So um. 😓

E: Dad saw the skirt.

E: The pretty pleated one you got me that came w the leg warmers?

Z: Ah. 🫤Uuh… everything ok?

E: Well he didn’t blow up

E: but he did ask a lot of questions

E: mom was folding laundry and… idk. I guess I didn’t think to get it out to tuck away in my room before he got in from work?

Z: What’d he ask?

E: I mean just like… the obvious things at first. Whether I’ve been sneaking anyone over; that kinda stuff.

Z: Reasonable.

E: right, which I told him I wasn’t but.

E: the thing is… I told mom. Last summer. About the whole… you know.

Z: About how you like skirts.

E: Yeah. Well just uh… like wearing pretty, aesthetic things in general ig. From time to time.

Z: Right, you’ve told me.

E: Yea. I was nervous but she let me talk around it for a bit before i finally told her

E: Dunno why I was so worried. she was more open minded ab it — even if she knew dad wouldn’t like it.

E: anyway, mom‘s keeping it secret (i told her I bought it myself last time I went out w Mikasa and Armin), but that’s what made it harder to lie to dad.

Z: Think you should’ve told him the truth? 😉

E: And give him reason to forbid I ever speak to you again? 😳

E: hard pass.

Z: Lol, So what’d you actually tell him?

E: At first that I didn’t know what he was talking ab

Z: He read thru that though.

E: ofc, and after so many questions I just told him it was Mikasa’s

Z: Decent save, at least

E: you’d think. Except Kasa and Jean have been dating for almost like six months now.

Z: Lol ur telling me our dear old man is aware of things that *don’t* pertain to his career? 😂

Z: I’m actually impressed.

E: Well he seems to be aware of that much, at least. Prolly doesn’t help Jean’s been over w her when we’ve hung out here a few times.

Z: Ah, so he didn’t believe you.

E: Worst. He literally asked me outright if i was hiding something from him😩

Z: Oh. 😶 what’d you tell him?

E: …I got kinda stuck ig. Couldn’t come up w/ a better lie.

Z: something happen?

E: I finally told him it was mine

E: but there was a lot of pressure, mind you! 😫

E: I didn’t wanna put mom in a tough spot if he asked her

Z: He flip out?

E: By that point he may as well have. He didn’t yell, but I could tell he was …surprised.

E: Or like idk, disappointed…? 😔

Z: hm …I’m sorry.

E: I mean it’s fine. It’s not like I expected him to think it was ok

Z: Still. If Carla could find a way to understand, he can too

E: yeah but I knew what to expect well before this point

E: I should’ve been more careful honestly. Secrets out now ig.

Z: His loss. Nothing wrong w what you wear. I liked the pictures you posted. You seemed happy.

E: I was. I mean it’s not like it hurts anyone. Mom even helps me w my hair for certain styles sometimes.

E: I think he’s more concerned abt his reputation 😓

Z: Isn’t he always?

E: yea but… this kinda like, stings? 😅 idk

E: I’m used to him being on the opposition when I wanna do anything different

E: but *this* makes me a little more self conscious I think?

E: idk what he’s more upset abt; that my clothing preference just isn’t 100% masculine or that I told him it’s not the first time I’ve worn something like it.

Z: lol trying to give the old man a heart attack?

E: Not even 🫤 Really thought I was just being transparent, if anything. Anyhow, *that* pissed him off.

Z: Oh? Things get bad?

E: He was all, “I won’t pretend it’s something I understand,” and all this crap ab generational differences. 🙄

E: then went all totalitarian on me w, “as long as you live in *my* home, you’ll dress aPPrOpRiAtEly.”

Z: Good god, Grisha😮‍💨

E: Right? 🫣 Is it *really* that big a deal?

Z: Not the way he’s making it out to be.

E: I didn’t expect him to be okay w it. I’m not stupid. But like,,,, the gender conformism I can do w/o.

Z: I hear you.

Z: you looked comfortable in the leg warmers in the pics.

E: I was actually. Thank you for getting them for me. It gets cold fast in Paradis in the Fall.

Z: Yeah ofc.

Z: I know what you mean; Winters are brutal here. Trust me any Marleyan would prefer a winter in Eldia

E: Yeah? lol I felt pretty :)

Z: You were.

E: 🫶🏻hehe.

Z: Don’t worry abt what Grisha thinks tho

Z: it’ll be easier once you’ve moved out; able to make your own decisions

E: Yea I know. I’m not gonna let it stress me out.

E: it’d just ruin the whole concept for me. the whole reason I like it in the first place

Z: understandable.

E: at least you and mom have been open minded. Mikasa and Armin, too.

E: even *Jean*, Zeke lol

E: And he’s a dickhead. I don’t make the rules. 😅

Z: lol, healthy circle

E: Exactly 😌 so dad can just deal w it or fuck off.

Z: Seems like you’ve made your mind up then 😉

E: yea, I can be compliant while I’m still living at home; it’s fair

E: meaning I’ve just gotta be stealthy until I’m in my own place

Z: I feel a little bad

E: for? :o

Z: 😅well for setting the old man off w/o meaning to by buying you something he doesn’t approve of for one

E: 😕you got me a gift, Zeke. Me personally. I do not need his consent to accept or appreciate a gift from my brother?

E: Also he doesn’t even know it was from you. Mom, either. We can definitely keep that between us.

Z: And then thinking the gift was harmless in encouraging and supporting how you prefer to dress?

Z: Maybe it was over the line. I didn’t think it was a bad gesture

E: I’m seventeen, and as the person it was intended for, it wasn’t a “bad gesture” imo; I loved the skirt. I love the warmers.

E: I’m not letting him dictate how I should feel abt this. I can like things.

Z: ofc you can like things, Eren.

Z: I just feel a little guilty to think I’m getting you in trouble over something like this

E: lol me and dad bump heads often enough for one thing or another anyhow

E: esp after I told him I don’t wanna go to med school so…

E: you’re not upsetting any kind of balance trust me

Z: Well just so we’re clear I’m fine w you dressing the way you please when you visit

Z: wear what you like. I don’t have a reputation I could prioritize over you.

E: lol aw he’d hate that, thank you.🤭

[whumpy-wyrms]

this MAY be spoiler-y but i’m gonna shoot my shot and ask anyway since the “invasive question” post

what’s dews relationship w his parents??? how does he feel about them? how do they feel about him?

same question applies to anton since i’m curious abt that guy

OKAY sorry this took LITERALLY FOREVER to answer lols i forgor my bad. anyway

so like. Dew’s parents are dead

i think i mentioned it in chapter 9 or somewhere around there i forgot. but yeah 👍 they’re dead basically. i answered an ask a long time ago about it and it’ll be talked about way more in the story at some point but basically Dew’s parents got in a car crash and died when he was 18 soooo that sucks

but before that, they had a really good relationship :D Dew loved his parents and they were awesome too, super supportive about the trans stuff and accommodating with the autism stuff and generally really nice people. but like. i know nothing else about them cuz i don’t really think about Dew’s childhood that much? cuz it wasn’t really that interesting? and not that important to the plot? idk :P after they died is when Dew moved in with his roomate besties, Layla and Hayden.

Dew obviously misses his parents a lot. his life changed after they died, and it affected his mental health quite a bit. Dew and his roommates lived in a shady part of town, they all worked minimum wage jobs and needed an apartment with cheap rent. and Dew didn’t go out much, he didn’t have much friends or that much of a social life. he was kinda lonely, even before he was taken by Anton. and… at the beginning of the story, that’s why Anton thought he’d be the perfect test subject.

who knows, if Dew’s parents never died and he never lived in that house, or if he was seen as someone with lots of friends and family, with lots of people who would miss him, maybe Anton never would have chosen him as his test subject in the first place.

(also because i feel like Dew having alive parents would complicate things and it’d just be kinda sad? but not in the fun way? it wouldn’t really be fun for me to write their reactions to the stuff Dew’s going through i think, so i’d rather just avoid it all together)

anyway

I AM ALSO CURIOUS ABOUT THAT GUY (ANTON) TOO!

so yeah Anton was also an orphan and.. hmmmm yeah so i feel bad for like not actually like figuring out ANY of the details yet. but basically he was an orphan and did not know his birth parents. then Pierce found him when he was like 10 and was like “you seem smart enough do you wanna witness and commit the man made horrors with me” and Anton was like “YEAH!” idk man. like i actually don’t knowww

maybe Anton just showed up on Pierce’s doorstep one day and was like. “hi. i have no family.” and Pierce just raised him and taught him science because what was he supposed to do? he was torturing and experimenting on people in his secret basement lab i’m pretty sure Pierce wouldn’t have gone to court and gotten official legal adoption papers signed. plus, Pierce needed a lab assistant and someone to teach his science stuff to. they’re both just silly gooses man. Anton had no family he was like a sopping wet stray cat looking for a home!! i know this is like extremely unrealistic and probably sounds really stupid but like i just don’t know, i don’t think about this part of the story since it really doesn’t matter much to the overall plot lols

i’m not gonna talk that much about Pierce because it’s kinda spoilery but he was genuinely nice to Anton and kept him safe. Anton would have turned out very differently under different circumstances of course, Pierce just raised him with science in mind. That’s really all Anton ever knew.

HAHA i did not expect this to get so long but yeah lol thanks for the ask!! i don’t think about this aspect of the story much so it was fun answering!!

[takami-takami]

yes yes to everything u said.

i genuinely think ur literally such a good writer like not even just for hawks but for any thing the way u write or see things is just yes chef's kiss. its so true so many people have so many misconceptions about hawks, they love to dumb down him as sad and flirty its as if they only saw two scenes of him and ran with it.. they make him either a extreme pervert (wtf lol?) or "not touchy" also I bet hawks has had a cooking hyperfixation at one point but hawks is actually a really good written character ((most of the time hes just a dude but with a lot of hero training + wings) at first i never liked mha but i have sm appreciation for the characters stories, i hope tumblr doesnt eat this because i sent smth yesterday but i dont know if you got it (it was a fluffy imagine) sorry if u get spammed my phone is shit, i have literally so many random essays abt characters i promise u nobody would be complaining if u analyzed and made essays abt hawks but ur feeding into my addiction of birdman tho😔 point is : you actually see what he actually is lol he isnt stupid he knows what hes getting into.. about getting corrupted from work if that means he can save one more person, he's one of the few characters ive seen written well about lesser of two evils yk? i think thats why hes really likable but also upsetting, when having to do something when they "ask him" when it isnt really a " question"/"ask" its also annoying when people hate him for reasons *(esp with twice stuff)* when he didnt really have a choice under so much pressure and sm consequence.. his personality isnt only just work even though he doesnt get to explore his own likes often i really hope at the end of the manga or whatever he ends up okay cause it would be so tragic if he was a done deal and died or forever trapped in the hero stuff, i havent caught up with the manga i saw some spoilers and now i want too..but even if he does end up um.. :( .. it's okay cause he was still a good written character but he deserves to be in the story still lol

ALSO I DONT KNOW IF THE DOG THING WAS JUST ONE TIME THING BUT IT WOULD BE SO CUTE IF U NAMED HIM/HER and like we all accept the dog as your follower's inside joke and bring it up every once in a while or in other drabbles :) it was so cute ahhhshsh remember to take breaks if you ever need one - have a medal 🥇👺

AAAAAH I APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCH!! I love seeing other people pick apart the bird boy too. I agree mha is like, really fun because of the character stories in particular and there's so much care put into how they write hawks. I AGREE that Hawks hasn't had the oppurtunity to really explore who He is outside of his work, like so much of his identity is tied to that and I think he notices that too? It's part of why he thinks about a society where heroes are bored and have too much time on their hands so much (though I think his primary goal is that he wants to keep the world safe; if heroes have too much free time, that means there's no one that needs saving/help).

I may bring the doggie back!! I'm glad people like him <333

If they kill Hawks I legit will not be okay but I HOPE THEY WON'T TOO!!! HE DESERVES TO THRIVE AND BE HAPPY!!!!!

[lillylvjy]

Okay hi I'm not that other person who was asking questions, but I to have questions abt age regression

How do I age regress? I feel like I should, I feel the need to and this overwhelming fuzziness (????) Sometimes and I don't know what to do abt it. And I don't personally know anyone who's really OK with age Regression so idk who to go to when I'm feeling like that and so I just push it down, and then it goes away, and it comes back worse later :(

I'm sorry if this is confusing or to much I just don't know what to do and you seem really smart abt this stuff

Honey I promise your ok. This is a really good ask!

So I can’t exactly tell you how to she regress but I can share my experience!

So I unknowingly age regressed for a stupid long amount of time. So when I was told I did age regress for sure I knew what to do. So when ever I feel the need to age regress, I let myself slip into this state of mind where I feel like I’m a kid again and where I felt safe before everything happened in my life. So my little age is 1-4.

So basically how you age regress is up to you. Some people do it just to do it, some people do it as a coping mechanism, ect. And if you feel the need to do it, whatever it may be why, I say just, when that feeling happens again, lean into it. Make sure your in a safe space first, because I know some times it can be hard. But if you are, lean into it, let yourself slip into that little state of mind and have fun. That’s the whole point. Let yourself heal and be happy. No matter the age, let yourself heal.

So basically how to regress summary. Find that feeling again, lean into that feeling and slip. If you feel like it’s a need in your life, do it. It’s super fun with the right people and it’s amazing! If you have any more question you can dm me or ask me on my little acc! @wilmaslittleflower !

I hope this was helpful darling’

[yuukei-yikes]

i think that after getting her body back takane just cant look at mirrors. she wants to fix her hair but if she looks in the mirror she'll get slapped in the face with the fact that yeah shes alive and has a body. like wow thats me thats how other people see me. its supposed to be comforting but for takane it isnt cause she feels so detached from her actual physical form and its as if shes living in a body that isnt hers. it makes her want to rip her skin off so she just asks haruka to tie her hair

YES!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXAAAAACTLY

at first takane running to be ene.... but does start forcing herself to stay bc nothing will get solved if she keeps running... and everything feels like a slap in the face. youre real, the last 2 years were real, ur life was real, YOURE STILL REAL and you will CONTINUE TO BE REAL takane loves being real she never meant to die she LIKES having a place in the world so of course she is incredibly happy!! but it's so damn SCARYYYYY!!!!!!! AND OVERWHELMING!!!!!!!!

with time she does manage but the in between still exists and it's not easy... i do think it's comforting sometimes though. i think it depends completely on the days like sometimes she's like YIPPPEEE and other times wants to rip her skin off. 💖 like being real is as comforting as it's terrifying.. touching, smelling, tasting is all weird and ur so right. looking at herself in the mirror is also so strange. while it's good it's still overwhelming and there is no adaptation process like either she uses opening eyes or she doesn't. it's either u run or you take it. all or nothing. and it's so hard to choose but she does and her body has so many damn FUNCTIONS!! WHAT THE HELL!!

and its so damn hard because everything is Too Much but haruka is there for her and is understanding and helps her and takane's like god. im such a freak. i should be fine!! everything is fine so i should be too!!!!!! and haruka's like you shouldn't BE anything it's okay to take your time ur already doing so much with just pulling through and not resorting to using opening eyes whenever you feel bad. AUUUGGGGHHthey make me sick.

sorry for making it harutaka there. erm. but harutaka💖 i will continue to make it harutaka. takane explains her avoidance to mirrors and haruka tells her that's such a shame youre so pretty. he isnt even flirting hes just stating it as fact. like i wish u could look at yourself because looking at you is nice :) and to him thats completely logical. takane's like. *sniff* whatever

ALSO HARUKA DOING TAKANE'S HAIR... AUUGGH AUUUUUGHHH *BITE BITE BITE BITE BITE* he would enjoy that so much. he tries not to be so obvious because takane's embarrassed and she hates that she can't do basic things. but he's glad she's relying on him!!! and he makes it clear she should never be embarrassed and he's always there for her no questions asked!!! takane's like ugh im sorry this is stupid. and haruka's like IT'S NEVER STUPID IT'S IMPORTANT TO YOU SO IT'S NOT STUPID‼️ AND IF CAN HELP YOU I WILL‼️‼️‼️

and also teehee... it's a bonus that he gets to play with her hair. he may be a little happy about that too but it's mostly about takane relying on him!! and being like the One person she seems to be oddly comfortable being physical with.

she still struggles with haruka of course but noticeably less than with others because... man. im sorry. takane is so over the moon haruka's back. she never thought this OR finding her body could be possible!! that's crazy!!!! and takane HAS this overbearing personality like even though ene cant physically be with anyone there's SO MUCH official art of her just being all over people. like hugging shintaro and stuff!!! THAT bit in the second novel where takane was worried abt haruka not coming back and when he does arrive she's so relieved she goes in for a hug before getting distracted!!??! TAKANE IS SO TOUCHY *is dragged away by guards*

ok but yeah harutaka all over each other but. takane's on this spinning wheel of OKAY and NOT OKAY. but she tries really hard because a simple hug is such a celebratory act of getting both her body and haruka back that she's just really motivated to make it work. ratio + hugs you hugs you hugs you hugs you!!!!!!! also haruka is the easiest NOT ONLY because he is her faaaavoooriteee person :3 but also haruka knows all the ins and outs of her term and conditions and is so patient with her and is honestly the one to set the boundaries because he sees how much takane's forcing herself and while it makes him happy she's so eager it is okay to take it slow and she shouldn't push herself so hard!! takane's mostly the impatient one like I SHOULD BE NORMALLLL!!! again HUGS YOU HUGS YOU HUGS YOU i think it'd be funny if takane's like hugging the air like I WANT A HUG SO BAD BUT IF I TOUCH ANYTHING RN I'LL EXPLODE!!!! and haruka's like I ALWAYS WANNA HUG SO TELL ME WHENEVER UR FEELING FINE :)

sniff sniff.... she's taken her own body for granted before and she lost it but she got it back and...she gets to feel the sun in her face again...the breeze in her hair... haruka's hand in hers..... it's difficult but it's worth it it's all so worth it *explosion* sorry. i love enomoto takane and i love harutaka

[yutadori]

hiiii i was tagged by the lovely @kikuism to do this tag!! thank youuuu miss mariam!! 

tagging: @zoroe !! and anyone else who wants to do this :3

[starrysoftie]

— diary | p.p

“She’s like a shot of espresso...”

includes: tasm! Peter Parker

summary: you accidentally find Peter Parker’s diary

notes: a request from a lovely anon

I deleted this because there was no interaction on it for like a few hours so I thought my acc was broken and then I was informed that tags weren’t working LOLL. if u want u can read more abt the issue here

ALSO BIG FAT SHOUTOUT TO @scandalous-chaos FOR EDITING ILOVEU

Peter Parker was not the kind of person to have a diary.

Or so you thought.

You had some suspicions he may have one, starting from the time you were helping him organize his room and he was extremely against you sorting through the stack of journals in the corner of his room.

And on top of that, he was overly defensive.

So defensive as in he chucked threw something at your face every single time you even glanced in the general direction of them.

You pointed an accusing finger at him. “Peter, look, we’re best friends, I can handle the truth. Are they porn?”

“No?? What the fu—”

The next time was when you asked to borrow a journal that was on his desk to rip out a piece of scratch paper. He shot a web at the book and slingshotted it back into his grasp right as you laid a single finger on it, sputtering some half-assed excuse like it was ‘Aunt May’s precious recipe book.’

Bullshit.

You could see right through him, but honestly, you could care less. What you did care about was finishing your stupid english final. You reached for another journal but he snatched it away even faster than the first one, much to your displeasure.

“Can I use this one?” You pointed to yet another notebook as he shook his head in disapproval.

Now to a purple one. “This?”

“No.”

“This one?”

“No.”

“What about this one?”

“No.”

“That one?”

“Wait- here, use this.” He digs through the desk drawer that he had already cluttered up again (even though you had reorganized it three days ago), pulling out a stack of post-it notes. He tossed them your way.

You deadpan. “These are post-it notes.”

“Clearly.” He hums, shrugging.

“Neon pink ones.”

“Uh yeah—” He shuffled through more clutter in his desk, “but I have orange or yellow ones too, if you’d like.”

“These are… bright neon pink.”

“Now I’m convinced you’re just stating obvious facts.”

“Peter.”

He turns to face you. “Yes?”

“How the hell am I supposed to turn in a four-paged english essay FOR OUR FINAL on pink post-it notes?”

He shrugged again. “I dunno. Magic maybe?”

The most recent and suspicious time was when he was absolutely flipping his shit when he couldn’t find the navy blue journal he’s been attached at the hip with. Like any normal human, you offered to help him look, but he immediately refused.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry, but no.”

“The hell?” You exclaim, a confused look painting your features. “Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“You’re aware that normal people accept help when they are offered it?”

“Normal people don’t have superpowers.”

You roll your eyes, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge he was right. “You know you’re gonna have a better chance of finding it if you let somebody help.”

“Obviously, but I just can’t.”

“Why not?” You question, your previously concerned expression slowly morphing into an irritated one. “You’ve literally been carrying that journal with you for the past month which means it obviously has some kind of value to you, and by extension to me. Not to mention you’ve just been super secretive about it.”

He sighs, obviously feeling guilty about his erratic behavior. “I know, and I’m sorry for being an ass about it but—”

“Peter??”

Aunt May opened his bedroom door, placing some cookies on the desk and she used her other hand to signal to Peter to follow her. “Aw honey, it’s good to see you again! I didn’t even notice you were here!”

You offered a small, yet kind smile. “Hey Aunt May! Yeah, Pete and I have been busy with finals so we haven’t been able to hangout like we normally do.”

“I’m glad you’re able to get some free time and destress from all the studying though.” She said, before she tugged on Peter’s sleeve to regain his attention. “Peter, come on. I need your help fixing something.”

He sighs, stepping over all the piles of mess he created in his frantic search to find his journal. Right before he exited the room he turned to you with a stern glare.

“Promise me you won’t go looking for it?”

You nod. “I pinky promise.”

Obviously as the amazing best friend you are, as soon as you’re out of his sight you set out to go and find the secret notebook.

And did you successfully find it???

Nope!! plus he caught u snooping around

lmfao loser

Rightfully so, all these events have been leading up to this one moment you’ve been waiting for.

The seemingly lost journal was not really lost at all.

He had left it in your room when he had come over the day before.

Admittedly, the overwhelming urge to snoop through it had obviously crossed your mind more than a few times. Who wouldn’t be curious about the journal he held in such a secretive light?

You picked up the journal that he laid on the edge of your bed, flipping to the cover and rationalizing your actions to see if the journal was yours or his.

First page was scribbled in deep red ink that wrote, ‘PETER PARKER’S DIARY #5. IF LOST PLEASE RETURN AND DO NOT READ UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.”

DIARY???

“This thing was a diary??” Your jaw drops in surprise, not expecting the true nature of the notebook to be a diary out of all things. Of course you had your suspicions, but Peter never seemed to be the kind of sentimental guy who wrote out his feelings.

And this was his fifth one???

There were more??

There was little to no self control within your body at this point, the curiosity flowing through you clouding any rational judgment you had.

You flipped through the pages, most were actually filled with pictures he had taken and drawings, a few pages written down here and there. One section had specifically caught your attention.

There was a neon pink post-it note bookmark that had your name scribbled on it.

You assumed it would’ve been more collages of photos of the both of you as the previous pages were, but boy you were wrong.

Very wrong.

Heat creeped up on your cheeks as you were completely frozen in shock for the second time that night. You read his familiar chicken scratch over and over.

She’s like a shot of espresso. She’s like being bathed in sunlight. She's incredibly energetic, enthusiastic and has this sense of play and fun which is incredibly exciting. She’s the light and love of my life. I’ve been in love with her since we’ve met and I always will be, but she doesn’t know and I don’t know how to tell her.

You’re speechless.

It’s probably about time you grew a pair and figured out how to confess your love for him as well.

But little do you know, he may or may not have purposefully planted that diary in your room so he didn’t need to make the first move.

Guess you’ll never know.

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tag list: @scandalous-chaos @xdsage @grxcisxhy-wp

[thesilliestangel4ever]

Hello friend! :D

May I request dorm leaders plus Cater, Floyd and Jamil (though those last three are optional if you don’t want) with a reader to whom they say something they didn’t think much about and reader takes it as an insult and becomes very competitive and aggressive with the character and they have an enemies to lovers arc?

Saaaaaaalutations, dear friend!! :D

This is a very fun prompt!! I have a character limit, however! I will be doing this ask with all the characters, but I'll have to do Cater, Floyd and Jamil in a separate post, if you don't mind! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

Pt. 2: Cater, Floyd & Jamil!

ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!!

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

- haha oh no

- i like to imagine he probably compares you to ace and deuce

- or perhaps you got a bad grade on your test, he'd insult you for that (might be by accident ehheehd)

- he doesn't realize that this pisses you off probably

- when you start getting competitive, he starts getting competitive

- will use your grades against you im sorry

- riddle will feel bad after a while, though

- but he'll contemplate apologizing- he wants you to apologize first but he realizes you're a bit... Stubborn, and he is the one that insulted you

- riddle also starts to realize that he might have... Feelings, for you.

- so that gives him even more of a reason to apologize

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

- this man does not hold back omg

- hell he might even insult you for ur reaction

- probably says "could you be any louder." When ur just talking normally 😡‼️

- he does realize this pisses u off, and he doesnt care 🤩🤩🤩

- now he pisses you off daily 🥰

- i like to think that he thinks ur cute when ur angry, and thats why he does it

- he like,, he

- he insults u

- then goes "haha ur cute i like u"

- if u question him abt that he'll go "ur stupid stfu"

- you have a mean lion on ur hands hunny 🥰

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

- yet again, this one was difficult for me

- however, i feel as though azul would comment on the fact ur human and stuff

- "You humans are quite confusing, how anyone can understand you is impressive. Its highly annoying not understanding what you're on about most of the time, especially with that tone of yours~ fufufufu"

- octopus man grr bark bark 😡‼️

- he probably doesnt mean it tho... Completely.

- a rivals to lovers arc with him sounds so... Interesting to me hehe

- azul comments on small things, but might a accidentally take a jab at your insecurities without realizing

- however if he does realize he accidentally took a jab at your insecurities, he feels so bad??

- but bc u guys are being all aggressive and competitive he puts it aside

- grr bark

KALIM AL ASIM

- i imagine kalim accidentally says something thats mean but i assure you he didnt mean it in that way!

- i cant imagine getting mad at him :(

- thinking about a lovers to enemies arc with him,,, i can only imagine you saying ur his rival/enemy now and him going "okay!!! 😇👍✨💖"

- doesnt even realize ur angry at him ;;

- if he does realize, he apologizes so sincerely?! Then asks if u wanna watch finding nemo with him

- im so sorry rhis is short i cant think of much for him

VIL SCHOENHEIT

- i imagine the reason this whole arc begun would be because vil would comment on ur appearance

- like, on perhaps your skin- or how you should brush your hair?

- dunno if that makes sense hehe

- i would think hes doing it in a concerned kind of way? but he makes it sound condescending ;;

- but ofc u take it as an insult

- when you start acting competitive, he plays along- and he gets quite aggressive too- however, id say in a passive aggressive way

- he insults your style (even if he secretly likes it)

- however, things start to take a turn

- vil realizes that you- you finally brushed ur hair!!

- jk lmao

- however, he does realize that you're quite.. attractive? cute, even.

- he pushes these feelings aside bc yk hes supposed to not like you 😡‼️

IDIA SHROUD

- probably insults the anime you like BWHSHHSHSH

- or the fact that you play games like the twst version of stardew valley BSHSHSJS

- but then he would realize

- and PANIC

- either that, or insult you for not being interested in anime

- hell he might even make fun of u for listening to dubbed anime 😡 /lh

- ofc, this pisses u off 😩

- " idia i will destroy u on splatoon grrr bark bark" "no u wont im gonna use a chargr"

- i feel like hes already had feelings for u b4 this

- so in his head hes like

- "omg wait are we having an enemies to lovers arc?! This happens in one of my favorite animes-"

- but he doesnt want you to dislike him tho 😰‼️

- so he thinks of ways to apologize

- in the end he asks ortho for help

- please accept his apology he did not mean to make fun of you for liking that one anime pleASE-

MALLEUS DRACONIA

- he'd be like azul, but a bit different

- malleus would not insult you on purpose

- he comments on the way you talk, like if you have an accent, or you talk fast, slow, loud or quietly

- "Fufufu, child of man, could you speak up for me? I'm afraid i cannot hear you- you're gonna have to talk more clearly~"

- probably also accidentally insults you for being shorter than him (despite the fact that literally nearly everyone around him is shorter than him?? Hello??)

- when you start getting aggressive and competitive, he'll get confused

- then, he realizes the fact that he might've hurt you with his teasing

- malles regrets it :(( he basically just lost his bff ;;

- he plans an apology - it's sincere and sweet - and he's also realized his feelings for u 😳

- please except his apology he will cry if u dont ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Im sorry this is so bad- im not experienced when it comes to enemies to lovers bahshshxhd (and i wrote this at 2 AM)

And also its delayed because I've been in a very depressed an unmotivated state but im doing better now! If you've sent in a request, don't worry because i am working on my requests- i just need to get the second part to this done

[whump-a-la-mode]

may i gently request perhabs a continuation to the one with the hero waking up in the hospital with the villain after they fought in a burning building? by no need do u have to ive just been thinking abt it a great deal and very much loved it

Thank you so much for the ask blue fren! I loved that series so so much, and I’m glad to continue it. I hope you like this! I got another request for this one, too.

Thank you too, anon! 🥺🥺🥺

Continued from here. All fluff, this time!

CW//Hospital setting, pill mention, therapy mention

“So, how has your day been?”

The question caught Villain off guard. Of course, it had been spoken in the same tone, the same cadence as the rest of Hero’s ramblings. But, they’d gotten so used to the melodic droning of their words, they’d almost forgotten that this was supposed to be a two-sided conversation.

For a long moment, Villain simply sat. Blinking, as though startled by the sudden flash of a bright light. The visitation room fell into silence, all aside from the ticking of a brightly-painted coo-coo clock upon one wall. It would not be long before it struck its next hour mark.

“My day?” They stammered out.

“Yeah, your day!” Hero replied warmly. Villain couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen the do-gooder without a bright smile on their face. It never did seem to drop. “Come on, I’ve been babbling on about mine for ages. How have you been?”

They should have known how to answer that. Of course they should’ve. After all, it was the same question that Hero had been asking, as though by rote, every day since Villain had been brought into custody. Into recovery.

Yet, still, every time, it startled them. Hero, their foe, their nemesis, their greatest enemy. Hero was asking them how their day was. Beforehand, they would’ve scoffed. Given some witty one-liner, something about how it was good until Hero had shown their ugly mug. But, now, they felt no ounce of hostility.

“It was good.” They eventually spoke.

It hadn’t been a lie, of course. The carpeted hallways, wood-paneled walls, and kindly doctors of the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center had treated them well, just as they always did.

Too had the visiting room, with its soft-colored table and comfy chairs, not to mention the wide windows that allowed the slightest warm breeze to catch the room aflutter.

“Good.” Hero repeated with a confirming nod. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm.”

“Food good?”

“Yeah.”

“What was for lunch today?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Mmm, one of my favorites. The chefs here are great.”

“Yeah.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, Villain watched Hero frown. It wasn’t an expression of disappointment, nor or frustration. Just a sad, little frown.

“Do you know how long you’ve been here at the Recovery Center for, now?”

Villain tried to think on that. The days tended to get all mixed up in their head. They didn’t have time to come up with their own answer, as Hero supplied it for them:

“It’s been two weeks, now, since you were brought in. That’s a long time.”

“Two weeks?” Had it really been that long?

“Yeah. Two weeks.” Hero’s tone was quieter, now. Softer. More parental than friendly. “Just over two weeks ago, I was chasing you through a burning building. We both almost got killed in there. Now, look at you!

You look so much better. You’re clean, you’ve got fresh clothes on, and you aren’t so much of a skeleton anymore. You look great, but you still seem so sad all the time. Is something wrong?”

Villain... Villain didn’t know.

They didn’t think they were sad all the time. Far from it, in fact. The first of their two weeks at the RC, the Recovery Center, had been spent in medical isolation, spending their days reading books, taking pills, and sleeping away the ache in their lungs. It was at the end of that first week that they’d been given a physical, and been cleared to enter the general population at the center.

Even then, though, like always, Villain had been given a choice. The doctors at the facility never forced them into anything they didn’t want. They were given the option of staying isolated, or, they could join the rest of the recovering villains.

They had decided upon the latter, albeit hesitantly. To be quite honest, they had expected a prison. Expected to be picked on, beaten, thrown around. But, the RC was nothing like that. If anything, it felt more like a hotel. They had their own room, there was a cafeteria serving three meals a day, along with snacks. Some of their old villainous buddies had been shy, at first, but they’d opened up quickly, and cracked some old inside jokes.

Yes, Villain was happy. They were eating well, recovering. Their therapist said that they were doing fantastically, that their mental health was on the up-and-up. Their days were spent comfortably, eating, chatting with friends, and catching up on some nighttime reading before settling into bed.

They were happy.

Yet, they couldn’t help but stare at Hero blankly, as though they were staring right through the do-gooder’s skull.

“No.” They shook their head, at long last. “Everything’s fine. I love it here.”

Hero’s frown deepened as their eyebrows furrowed.

“Is it me, then? I won’t take offense if it is. I understand completely.”

Villain didn’t know the answer to that one, either. Did they dislike Hero? Certainly not. They had made a point of visiting, every single day. And, every day, they would tell their stories, make jokes, ask Villain about how their day had been, how they were finding the place.

So, why was it that they could only stare on like this?

No. They knew the answer to that one. It was the guilt.

Hero had risked their life. Chased them all the way into a burning building, suffered just as much smoke inhalation as their foe. All because Villain had been distrustful. All because they’d been stupid and stubborn. They’d nearly gotten two people killed, all because of that.

And, still, Hero came to visit.

“I never said sorry.” Villain spoke softly. They knew that, if they spoke any louder, their voice would break out into shattered sobs.

“Sorry?” Hero sounded perplexed, before letting out a nervous little laugh. “Sorry for what?”

“For-” Didn’t they know? “For leading you into a burning building? For almost getting you killed?”

Hero quirked a brow. “Oh. I almost forgot about that.”

“You... You forgot?”

“Not forgot, no. I remember it. I just haven’t thought about it in a while.”

“But, but- But you almost died! I was running, and you chased me into the fire! You could’ve been killed!”

Hero shrugged.

“It happens.”

“It... It happens?”

The hero stopped for a moment, before speaking, slowly:

“Have you been nervous around me this whole time because you thought I was... Upset with you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well...” They still seemed utterly perplexed. “I’m not. At all.”

“You’re not? But-”

“I would chase you into that burning building a thousand times over if it meant saving your life.” Hero countered. “I could’ve been killed. But, if I hadn’t intervened, you would’ve been killed. It was worth the risk. And, look! It turned out. We’re both here. And we’re both fine.”

Villain’s eyes widened as the fact dawned on them.

“So, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Not even a little.” Hero sat up in their chair-- they did tend to slouch. “But, I think visiting hours are just about over. What do you have, after this?”

“Group therapy.”

“Sounds fun.” It was spoken with a genuine, lighthearted chuckle. “Here. Share these around.”

Hero shoved a hand in their pocket, taking out a handful of brightly-colored, cherry hard candies. They were pushed across the table.

Villain frowned once more, taking the candies in their palm. Every day, Hero visited, and every day, they brought sweets. Cookies and candies and brownies and fudge. And, every day, they threw them away. They didn’t deserve sweets, not after what they’d done.

“Don’t throw these away this time.” Hero spoke jokingly.

Villain’s gaze shot up.

“You- You know about that?”

“I caught on after the doctors started complaining about perfectly good cookies in the trash. I get it, though. I do.” Hero stood, stretching their arms above their head, causing their shoulders to crack and pop. “But you don’t have to do that, anymore.

You aren’t guilty of anything, Villain. The only judge convicting you is yourself.”

As Hero left the room, Villain looked down at the cherry candies in their hand. Usually, now would be the part where they tossed them, but...

Instead, they popped one in their mouth.

It tasted like forgiveness.

[starglow-xx]

hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

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