#sorry kid . you were born with eyebags

[szilverer]

used a ref of a guy holding a gigantic lobster for this. it was supposed to be quick n funnie but i ended up way too invested

in my canon clara absolutely sewed her baby some custom garments. "oh its parabola they couldve just dreamed it up" nope she did it by hand with lots of care!!1

[sugolara]

𝙇𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Rebirth

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For as long as she could remember, guilt was all she could feel. It roamed in her head like a plague that threatened to spread further and further, soon to take over her body and be in complete control. Why is it that she felt so guilty?

When she hadn't done anything wrong.

"F/n?" The sound of her name brought her back to reality. She stared at the familiar pair of heterochromia eyes as they worriedly looked at her. That's right, she had forgotten she was in class.

"Are you okay?" Shoto asked as he eyed his childhood friend. He continued to stare at her as she stared blankly at him.

She blinked, then let out a small smile, embarrassingly scratching her cheek, "Sorry, I didn't get enough sleep last night. I was replaying the movie I had watched in my mind and I guess you caught me spacing out."

Her friend shook his head, "I texted you last night to sleep. I'm assuming you disregarded my message, right?"

"Yeah, sorry. I was really into the movie." She said as she let out another chuckle. Ahead, she watched as Denki messed around with Katsuki. She sat near her friends as they waited for their classmates to enter and for their homeroom teacher to begin class.

The bi-colored hair male looked at the side of her face. Her eyebags had seemed to get larger. Just yesterday they seemed fine, but it almost looked like she had been crying which concerned the male. Especially since he knew her history, “Have you been taking your medications?”

She glanced at him again, rolling her eyes in the process with a smile, “Yes, dad. One last night and one this morning. My next one is tonight, like always.”

His worriedness washed away as he smiled, a tiny smile that he only held for her, “I’m just making sure. You always forget to take it.”

“Well, I took it this time, alright?” She said, looking away from him, “I’ll make sure to message you again tonight.” 

Next to her, Tenya let out a disappointed sigh as he readjusted his glasses. He shook his head as he watched the boys roughly mess around, "Almost two years and they still don't know how to behave. How absurd."

Shoto, who after finishing his conversation with F/n, scrolled through his phone, "I think they were just born like that."

Ochaco giggled as Katsuki grabbed a fistful of Denki's hair and shook him, "I don't know, it's kind of entertaining."

"And also reckless." Tenya motioned his hands up and down, "They're almost adults and yet they behave like children."

"Again," Shoto placed his phone down, "I think they were born like that. Or maybe dropped as a kid."

While Ochaco giggled at Shoto's comment, F/n smiled at him, "Look at you trying to be funny. New year, new you, huh?"

"It's also very rude." Tenya added.

Shoto smiled, ignoring the navy-haired male, "Was I being funny?"

"Guess new you still don't understand humor." Ochaco said as she let out a content sigh.

Three months into their second year of school and yet everyone is the same. That didn't bother the h/c haired girl. Though, she did wish some people like Katsuki would change their attitude. However, she does wonder if this year will be different.

She hoped for it to be a good difference.

"Oh, right." Ochaco perked up, "Have you guys heard?"

The three friends raised their brows, "Heard what?"

She smiled, "Apparently, we have a new boy coming to our class!"

"A new student?" Tenya thought for a second, "How come I wasn't informed? I'm the Class Rep."

"It was probably last minute." Shoto pointed out, "Momo would have said something if she knew as well."

F/n agreed, "Yeah, but why are we having a new student? Isn't our class full?"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't heard." Tenya lifted his arm, "Minoru Mineta got expelled last week for his inappropriate actions towards Momo. That's why he hasn't been around. It was time for him to leave anyway."

"Yep! And in return we get a hot, attractive guy to replace him!" Mina, with a big grin, interrupted them as she, Kyoka and Momo entered class.

"How do you even know if he's attractive? You haven't even met him." Kyoka pointed out as she headed for her seat, annoyed at Mina.

"Because I can just feel it!" Mina shouted and laughed as she followed after the purple-haired friend, "Plus, I think I just saw him in the hallway."

Momo shook her head and greeted everyone good morning. Ochaco moved away from her seat and talked to Mina as she squealed about the new kid being hands off. The boys only groaned in annoyance.

"Nobody cares about some damn extra!" Katsuki shouted at her, ensuing an argument.

Tenya continued to shake his head and attempted to deescalate the situation, but unfortunately the argument was turned on him. In their seats, F/n smiled as Shoto eyed his friend, "Aren't you curious who this new kid might be?"

F/n shrugged, "Not really. It's just a new kid. If anything he'll turn out like Denki or Katsuki."

"I would've thought you would be at least a little curious, especially if it's a boy." Shoto added as he looked away from her.

"Aw!" She poked his cheeks, "Are you jealous that I might replace you?"

He huffed lightly with tinted cheeks, "No."

She let go of his face and chuckled, "Don't worry, Shoto. I won't go anywhere. Nothing can ever separate us anyways!"

Right on time, the school bell rang and the classroom door opened and in stepped Mr. Aizawa with a meek kid following behind, "Everyone sit down, I have an announcement to make. This is your new classmate. Please make him feel welcome and what not. Introduce yourself."

"I-I'm Izuku M-Midoriya! Please take care of me!" He bowed down, feeling embarrassed with the sudden attention.

"Oh. He's kind of plain looking." Mina's face fell in disappointment.

Ochaco blushed a little, "He's kind of cute."

"What the hell!?" Katsuki yelled, frightening Izuku, "What are you doing here, Deku!?"

"Oh, good, you know someone." Mr. Aizawa boringly pointed behind F/n, "There's your seat."

Izuku nodded and quickly rushed towards his seat, avoiding Katsuki's death stare. However, as his eyes moved forward, they pinned themselves on F/n. It was only a quick second, but Izuku's breath hitched as she looked at him.

While the lesson continued and played as background, Izuku eyed her back. It had seemed like things were getting harder for him. He was just glad that he had found her once again.

Is it the same as always?

Why can't it be different this time?

As always, there is a lot of work to do.

But for now, Izuku had to think of a way to approach her. Maybe this time, things can go smoothly if cards are played right.

[distant-velleity]

Mourning

Aaaand here's some Aki backstory stuff (although it's definitely more 'recent' to the present day of HSR)!!

Content notes: references to death (of various kinds) and some organized crime stuff

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When Aki finally makes it back to his old apartment, it’s lifeless and everything is coated in a thin layer of dust.

Even though it looks like someone had mostly cleaned up in his absence, he can still smell the dried blood left behind from that fateful day. Like an ill-smelling perfume, the old scent wafts through the air and into his heightened senses.

“Eugh,” he mutters, knowing full well it’s his own blood. “That’s never gettin’ out of the floorboards, is it.”

It doesn’t matter anymore, though. He doesn’t plan on staying; he’s just gonna grab what he needs and leave. No point staying in a dead man’s home, after all.

Even if that dead man is himself. 

Aki busies himself for what seems to be about half an hour, looking around the dining and living rooms and generally deciding to leave most of it behind. He doesn’t touch his bedroom or the guest room just yet, but he never used those much anyway.

There isn’t much he needs, in the end—just a few assorted things and the mirror he’d inherited a long time ago.

…Right, the mirror. The only one he can see himself in. 

Aki holds it up to eye level and gets a good look at himself for the first time in years. It’s a little uncanny. His hair is the same blue-white ombre, messy and long, and his skin remains scarred no matter what. But his skin is paler, and his cheeks have thinned a little.

Probably the most striking change, though, lies in his eyes. He holds the mirror a little closer; his right iris has been a pearly white for as long as he can remember, but it looks like his left iris has also lost its pigment. 

“Interestin’,” Aki says aloud to no one but himself. The word feels hollow and meaningless.

It feels weird, to not have his weird heterochromia going on anymore. To once again acknowledge that there’s something fundamentally different about him, and that he’s been permanently changed. It didn’t matter before that he had scars littered all over his skin—those he could ignore because it was just a human thing. His brotherhood was full of normal people, and they all had their fair share of permanent scars.

His eyes, though… 

(Mama always looked into the small mirror on the wall when she did her hair. Her white eyes, underlined by deep eyebags, would lock onto her reflection’s as she got ready for the day.

“Mama,”  ▮▮ called, holding onto her skirt, “why are our eyes white?”

She paused and smiled, tired. Slowly, she picked ▮▮ up and held him so he could look into the mirror with her. It was their family, together—three white eyes and ▮▮’s odd blue one. 

“You know what Mama is, right,▮▮?” she asked.

“A ku… kyuuke…” ▮▮’s little mouth fumbled the long, complex word. “A k▮▮▮▮. Right?”

Mama nodded. “And you’re one, too. Well, in part. Anyway… as ▮▮▮▮, we don’t have souls like humans do. We can live forever, but only if we have enough life force. And if we lose a lot of life force at once, we start to lose color in our eyes.” As if apologizing, as if trying to comfort him, she started to run her hand through ▮▮’s long hair. “Mama used to have blue eyes like you, but a lot happened. Life can be hard. I gave up a lot of my life force giving birth to you, too.”

“Then what about my eye, Mama?”

“I don’t know… you were born with it. Maybe I gave you some of my pain…” She sighed remorsefully and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry, ▮▮. Between your father leaving and this… No child should have to live like this.”

▮▮ didn’t know how to respond.)

…Yeah, everything has changed since then. 

His mother wasn’t around anymore—she’d long since been driven to burn herself alive, never to return. Aki wasn’t a kid anymore—he’d long since grown up, going from playing on his lonesome to managing brothels and drugs with his brothers-in-arms. He couldn’t even be considered human anymore—he’d admit the ▮▮▮▮▮ had done their research, driving a stake through his heart, but he’d just emerged from the experience as even more of a monster. 

(How ironic: the child branded a freak had taken pride in becoming a monster who twisted the law as he saw fit, only to lament his transformation into the real monster that was his heritage.)

Aki thinks about what his brothers told him: the funeral they’d thrown in his honor, the white chrysanthemums Regis left for him, her last words to his empty coffin before she departed the planet. They all grieved for him, not knowing that he’d survived and discarded his humanity in the meanwhile.

“Well…” 

His tongue feels around his fangs, far sharper than they used to be. A bittersweet smile plays at his lips.

“At least I’ll have plenty of time to mourn, too.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Would you be willing to write a scenario about Kai's s/o going in to labor and the delivery? Maybe just Kaito?

Lets give plague doctor more heart attacks :D

Honestly? You deserved at minimun a pat on your back, because carrying a child is not easy... and aparently carrying a Chisaki inside you was equal to hell.

Deadly cramps, torturous nauseas and dear lord even comenting the word 'peas' left you wanting to pull all of your stomach out.... all of this for exactly seven months and a half already.

The baby was surely a fighter. His kicks were dead ass strong and ever time it was a bad one, you would wince in pain while supporting yourself on somewhere.

This baby was going to knock you out at some point...

Ever time Kai notice that this was happening he would place his entire gloved and scold his unborn child.

'Not even in here and are already causing trouble brat? Be good to your mother or we might have trouble.'

It was always in that same no emotions present tone of voice of his but you could see the genuine adoration in those usual cold golden eyes.

Although today you were feeling quite... normal.

No deadly kicks, neither the urge to puke ans surprisingly your feets weren't sore!

What a great day!

You got up from your chair to grab something to eat as you carresed slightly your belly on the way.

Although when you were already half the hall you started to feel dizzy and had to support yourself omwith one hand on the wall.

"Woah not looking great there miss. You good?" You heard Mimic's voice but when you looked down you just saw a black blur.

"Y-Yeah..." you took a shaky step "I guess."

"You guess?" Mimic spoke in sarcasm while Chrono coincidentally entered. Irinaka pointed to you for Kurono to see as he also made a slightly concerned face.

Before the man could ask what was going on, you felt as if a hammer had hit you in the gut while you howled in pain, no longer holding back the discomfort or the recent, unbearable pain.

Chrono and Mimic were immediately on your side when you almost fell to the ground. In your mind passes a thought that scared you to no ends and just to confirm you lowered your hand lower to push it back to see that your terrors were true.

Blood and other fluid... your water bag broke... The baby was coming earlier.

You let out a bloody scream at seing this and another joilt of pain came into you.

"ShIT ShE'S DyInG?!"

"Of course fucking not Irinaka! Shut up!" Chrono went to lend you a shoulder but you stopped him.

"K-Kurono... P-Please... K-Kai.. H-Here." You said between breaths, trying to stal calm since you knew this was going to stress the fuck out of everyone... especially Chisaki.

Hari didn't even objected and ran looking for Chisaki as Irinaka came back into his human form to at least see if it helps.

"Breath chick, you're a fucking fighter to carry that little shit."

"MIMIC!" you shouted and the man apologized at seing the anger in your eyes.

~

Chisaki was currently looking at the medicals exams of his unborn son along with the first ultrasound picture. The boy was going to be here soon and after a very long time he felt anxious.

He flinched at the way the door of his office hitted the wall as Chrono shouted his name.

"What the hell Chrono? Lost your manners?" He said darkly while placing the documents inside of his drawer.

"(Y/N)." He said while pointing at your direction "She's bleeding."

In one blink of Kurono's eyes Chisaki was already running through the house while placing his mask up.

Shit. What had happened?! Were you okay?!

"Angel." He called, ignoring his horror at seing the state you were in, and kneeled on the floor.

"Baby... coming." You breath out while jolting in pain again.

Damn those contractions

He cringed at your whines but ignored his own discomfort and scooped you up in his arms in bridal style as he shouted for a precept to clean ths mess as long for Chrono to get the fuck in the car.

Mimic swore he saw the walls trembling.

~

"Count to ten angel." He said monoustly but the way his hands tremble slightly and the hint of desperation in his eyes told everthing.

You screamed as the car suddenly roughly spun aside, the last drop of patience on your husband completely gone.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT CHRONO?!"

"IM SORRY BUT A GUY ALMOST HITTED THE FUCKING CAR AND COULD HAVE KILLED US YOU KNOW?!" Poor Hari was consumed by both you and Overhaul's desperation.

"Oh my god both oF YOU SHUT UP!" You shouted causing both of them to be completly silent all the ride to the hospital.

He was going to talk to you about that later, but maybe it was a understatement since you were giving birth at this point.

~

Kurono had to hold back Chisaki when a bunch of nurses just pulled you out of Kai's arms and a doctor told him to wait outside.

His wife was giving birth to his soon son and he was supposed to wait OUTSIDE YOU FILFH UNPROFESSIONAL BASTARD?!

When a nurse came to Chrono, asking for him to get out of the room since only it was allowed the father, he arched one eyebrow at her and pointed with his palm at a very furious Chisaki, silently saying 'Im the one keeping the beast calm, you sure about that?'.

The nurse just gave him a apologetic look before, with the nerves on their skin of talking to a dangerous man of the yakusa, calling Overhaul.

The way Chisaki looked at them could be described as murderous and if he had a laser vision quirk the poor nurse would be already dead on the spot.

"I-I'm sorry! But you can enter now." She bowed apologetically while indicating the door for Chisaki.

He didn't even acknowledge her as he entered the room abruptly, ignoring many looks of the doctors and just making a bee line at you.

Despite your eyebags and squirming in pain figurine, you still manage to look angelic... just incredible.

"Angel, it's almost over." He said monoustly, a mix of pain and relief at seing the way you opened your eyes.

"Kai..." you whispered while crying... your hand desperately hilding the bed sheets as you cried out...

"Dad hold her hand!" A male nurse suggested and you almost laughed if it wasn't for the torturous pain you were in.

Someone was trying to give others to Chisaki? Your Chisaki Kai? Great joke.

Chisaki narrowed his eyes at the man befofe cringing at seing you crying again... you were in so much pain but yet refused to just grab his hand because you knew him.

He suddenly left to a quick bathroom and picked a hand sanitizer and a handkerchief.... the scene was almost comic to the doctors and nurses. A soon to be father wipping his wife's hand before holding it onto his gloved one.

"You don't change do you?" You whispered while smilling at him, pure appreciation and love on your eyes as you looked into those beautiful golden ones that you had fallen with.

"Why should I?" He said monotonously but you could see the hints of a smile behind that black face mask of his.

His hand suddenly cracked at your strenght as you turned your head away from him to muffle your screams.

...ouch.

The doctors were surprised because they LISTENED to his hand cracking and he was just... there. He suddenly glared at them with pire hate as his words spilled from his kouth like venom.

"Bunch of incompetents, my wife is having a kid and you just stand there without doing nothing? Move and help her before I lose my pacience bunch of filfh." They flinched before returning to their activities whiel Kai scoffed 'sicks' under his breath.

Your screams had stopped and your grip on his hand released, putting the pieces together he looked up and saw a tiny creature on the arms of one nurse.

"You did it." He amused out loud while you only let out a sleep deprived 'yay' before closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

He picked the handkerchief and wiped your forehead gently before looking down at you.

"You're sweaty..."

"No shit sherlock I just gave birth." You said between breaths and giggles receiving a pinch on your arm along with a scoff of his.

"W-Why isn't he crying?" You suddenly breath out.

Shit. Is true. He haven't heard his son cries. He looked uo already with anger before he saw the doctor bringing a white blanket and handing rubbing the face of your new born to you.

"See mommy? Your baby is fine." He felt butterflies forming inside his stomach at seing the little boy face in contact with yours... you smilling tiredly but still manage to open your eyes to look at your son.

"Kaito... is so nice to meet you.." you teared up at seing your baby for the first time... he had his father looks.

He punched his chest to prevent any hints of despicable tears fron falling from his eyes but it was really damn difficult... Luckily he managed to stay with his stoic face at least.

The moment though he saw you closing your eyes he internally panicked.

"Angel." He grabbed your face and shook slightly, checking your pulse with his other hand and sighing in relief at feeling your heartbeat on his fingers.

"She is just tired, will come back as soon as she recuperates... would you like to hold your son mister?"

He eyed the doctor in suspicion before choosing to only look at his son, eyes secretly telling how much he was willing to do for this little one already.

"Place him on the crib for now. I want my wife to see the scene, she wouldn't leave me alone after knowing that I holded my son without her seing it." He spoke crudely amd coldly at the doctor bit they didn't seemed to mind at first.

The doctor nodded in understatement before placing the kid carefilly down on the crib, right besides Kai as he sitted on the edge of the bed... holding your hand in his gloved ones.

He took a glance at his sleeping son and decided to just carres the tip of his thumb on the chubby cheek.

He swore the kid just smiled at the contact... a simple contact... but it was rather a nice feeling.

"I made this brat..." he mused out loud for himself before smirking down at his son and bringing your freahly washed head to rest on him instead of the pillows of the hospital.

"Welcome to this world... Chisaki Kaito."

[quarantined-fics]

Soo you asked for a prompt idea and how about touken with jealous Kaneki? Or jealous Touka, pick what you like more.

anon your mind

i don’t think i’ve ever seen Kaneki written as the jealous type and this just. blew my mind

also i’m so sorry this ended up worse than i imagined and took me longer than i planned, but i hope you still like it <3

(i couldn’t help but shove some ayahina in at the end there too, sue me)

Jealousy

(touken one-shot, 869 words, open ending (kind of?? i couldn’t figure out how to end it), fluffy with a tiny bit of angst and a hint of ayahina)

Between being a part of the Tokyo Security Committee and having a family, Kaneki barely had any time for his wife.

As strange as it came to him, he couldn’t figure out why it was like this. After a terribly long day at TSC HQ, he’d come home in awful need of coffee and Touka. Days off were few and far in between – being a peacekeeper was more dreadful than he’d anticipated, but it was necessary, and he learned to appreciate his role in the new world. However, that didn’t mean he appreciated the lack of a certain woman in his shifts.

He would often find himself so overwhelmingly tired, no amount of coffee could help him, and all he would like was to come home and curl up in Touka’s arms.

This came as a challenge, because upon arriving home, Kaneki would find her equally as exhausted. Caring for a two-year-old with a second baby on the way was taking a toll on her. Ichika had begun walking rather early and absolutely refused to be carried, because according to herself, she was a “big girl now”.

As adorable as that was, Kaneki couldn’t help but notice his wife’s awkward stumbling and growing eyebags. Those, of course, didn’t take away from her beauty. The pair had found a routine of putting Ichika to sleep together, and then he’d take to massaging her legs, letting Touka repay him in head scratches.

The ritual most often led to drifting to sleep together, but it proved to be insufficient for both of them. Kaneki longed for the days of her first pregnancy, when they’d cuddle up for the night, all soft caresses and affectionate glances and his hands warming her swollen belly. In those moments, he swore he was like a smitten teen all over again. Smitten was the best word he could come up with for the time being.

Jealous, however, was the more appropriate one as of late. More specifically, Kaneki had grown jealous of his own daughter.

He’d always known Touka was a protective mother, maybe even smothering in a sense. The amount of attention she’d been giving Ichika was normal, considering it was the same amount he was giving as well. Kaneki recalled how, literal days before she was born, Touka broke down in fear of being a bad mother, and how it was comical compared to the way she was now.

He wondered if that made him a bad person – a bad father – if he felt this way. How could he not? The child got to spend the whole day with the woman of his dreams! It might have been the work, being in an office most of the time, but when he saw Ichika in Touka’s arms, he couldn’t help the tiny pang of envy. Worse yet, he didn’t know how to deal with it.

Which is how he found himself in his current predicament – asking for special help.

Hinami and Ayato had agreed to meet him at :re, and were staring incredulously at him over their cups after he’d explained the situation. They exchanged a glance that wordlessly showed their confusion, before Hinami posed a question.

“Onii-chan, I’m not sure what you’re asking us about – are you angry at Ichika-chan?”

“No, no!” Kaneki almost immediately lifted his hands in defense.

“Good. Would hate to leave shitty Aneki’s kid without a dad,” Ayato commented over a sip.

“Ayato-kun!” Hinami knocked him on the shoulder. She turned her attention back to Kaneki. “Then what’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t know.” He stared at his reflection in the dark coffee. “I want to spend more time with Touka, but we’re both so busy all the time. If I’m not at home taking care of Ichika with her, I’m at work. And she’s with Ichika all the time. I guess… I just miss being with her alone, you know?”

“Don’t wanna hear the details of that,” Ayato made a disgusted expression at him before suggesting, “Just take a day off and get a babysitter for a bit.”

“That’s a good idea!” Hinami piped up. “You and Onee-chan can spend some time together while someone takes care of Ichika-chan!”

He put a hand to his chin. “That’s a good idea, but who? I don’t know who to ask.”

Hinami waved her fists in excitement, taking Ayato’s hand in hers and raising it. “Ayato-kun and I can do it!”

His eyes went wider than saucepans. “What! No the hell we can’t! You babysit her! I’m busy!”

Kaneki lifted his eyebrows. “Would you do it, Hinami-chan?”

“I’d love to!” She smiled. “Ichika-chan is a sweetie, we’ll get along just fine.”

Ayato’s lips curled into a sneer. “… Fine, I’ll go with you,” he forced between his teeth, “I don’t have anything better to do anyways.”

“Hm? I thought you said-” Kaneki began, but was cut off with a swift glare from his brother-in-law.

The expression told him everything – it was the same one he caught himself making at Ichika the other night. Stealing a glance at Hinami, he noticed her obliviously stirring her coffee while Ayato’s soft stare bore holes into her. Kaneki understood and smiled.

“So, does Friday work for you two?”

[c-c-cherry]

Brutta Nottata

Giorno is tired. Bruno is a good mom.

This is purely self-indulgent vent shit that I wrote. TLDR; Today was not fun, I feel like garbage, and I just want someone to wrap sad bb Giorno up in a blanket like a burrito because no one will do that for me. THUS! THIS FIC WAS BORN!

Word Count: 1865

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The moon shone in through the windows, illuminating the living room in a calming grey-ish light. The pitch-black skies littered with stars showed there would still be many hours until sunrise and the entire house was filled with a peaceful silence.

Giorno sat on the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest. His body felt exhausted but he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes. It was as if his mind wanted his body to move, pumping adrenaline into his system and the calmness all around him only made him feel too fast for this world.

His body wanted to collapse, he was worried that if he stood up, he would fall and never come back up. His bones ached desperately for sleep, but his mind was running circles around him, only allowing him to sit begrudgingly and stare off into nothing.

He could feel his eyes getting drier and heavier by the second and he craved some kind of relief, but it felt as if they were being clamped open against his own will.

On day one, he didn’t pay any mind to it. On day two, he was slightly concerned. On day three, he felt anxiety kick in.

Now he didn’t know what day it was, and he could barely feel anything.

Giorno’s heart clenched for just a moment before he willed it away and continued sitting in chill neutrality. He had promised Mista that he would sleep tonight. Everyone--he had promised everyone that he would try. But he just couldn’t. He didn’t have the energy to try. Even so, he knew that failure was around the corner anyway.

Maybe he was just tired of trying.

Giorno tried and tried until his heart lost the battle and his spirit slipped away from him. He tried to be perfect, he tried to be what everyone wanted him to be, but now every time he closed his eyes, he could see nothing but his past mistakes.

The blonde blinked and felt how heavily his eyelids were. It felt like they could unhinge at any moment, leaving him nothing but an inhuman monster that could never close his eyes again.

Giorno in the day is extremely different compared to Giorno in the night.

Daytime was the time that things could get done. Day Giorno cooperated with his team. Day Giorno was charismatic and quick-witted. Day Giorno completed task after task and it wasn't a problem. Day Giorno was useful. Everyone loved Day Giorno.

Night Giorno thought too much. He sat in bed and thought about all of the things that he never had time to in the day. Night Giorno remembered his mother and step-father. Night Giorno wondered how many people he killed and how many hit lists he was at the top of. Night Giorno couldn’t do anything. Night Giorno was useless. He couldn’t even sleep properly.

It’s funny, he thought. His name was literally the definition of ‘day’. Maybe it was for a reason. Maybe this was always his fate. Maybe this was his sign that hope was useless by now.

He could hear a soft breeze hit the window, and Giorno felt the room light up in an eerie glow as the wind blew away the clouds that blocked the moon. Breathing in deeply, his words went with the wind.

I’m sorry…

He didn’t know who he was apologizing to. Maybe it was himself. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t perform such a ritual human duty. Maybe he was apologizing to the world for being such a good liar.

His room was worse to be in at night. Everything in it was screaming at him to go to bed but he was sickened at the thought of lying down and closing his eyes. It was something he desperately wanted but his brain would never allow. Not with all the thoughts and emotions swirling around in his head.

He thought about what could happen if he would just close his eyes. If he willed himself hard enough, he knew he could do it. But something was keeping him from doing it. Fear that he would never wake up? Fear that even if he did try, he would stay awake forever?

He didn’t know which one he feared more.

*

Lights didn’t come on downstairs, but Giorno quickly noticed the presence of someone else downstairs with him. Mista? Narancia? He honestly didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about anything right now and it scared him.

Giorno made no motion to acknowledge Bucciarati as he entered the room slowly. Seeing the man in his pajamas and without barretts in his hair was rare and Giorno would have thought to laugh, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

“Giorno?”

Bucciarati looked around the room hesitantly, examining Giorno from top to bottom before softly calling out his name. What was it...sympathy? Disappointment? Giorno couldn’t tell, but even so, he felt a small surge of guilt flare up in his chest.

“Giorno…”

The blonde blinked again slowly, this time feeling the eyebags under his eyes move up and down with his eyelid. He must look disgusting right now. He was disgusting.

“You look exhausted,” Bucciarati said quietly. Giorno didn’t know if the man was genuinely concerned or angry. His tone was too quiet to tell, “Aren’t you tired, Giorno?”

He didn’t know how to answer so he slowly shook his head, his exhausted gaze not bothering to look in Bruno’s direction.

He could hear Bucciarati suck in a breath before walking over to the armchair and picking up the light grey blanket that lay draped across it. He made his way to the couch and sat next to the boy, who’s gaze still remained on the same spot on the wall.

Bucciarati really did feel for the kid. No matter how much he managed to hold himself up during the day, he knew that Giorno had struggled during the night before. Insomnia sucks; especially for someone as young as Giorno, but the fact that he put himself down because of it was even worse. It’s not like it was something he could control.

Bruno smiled in sympathy and draped the blanket carefully across him, careful to fully cover him from head to toe in the thin blanket of warmth.

He watched as the boy’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly in surprise and quietly jumped out of his thoughts, staring up at the older man in confusion.

When Giorno gave him that pained, glassy-eyed look, Bucciarati’s heart melted. His hair was tousled, his usual style crumpled and undone from running his hands through it too many times, his glassy eyes gave that far-away stare that someone gives when begging for sleep, and his eye bags were darker than normal. Giorno wasn’t just exhausted, he was completely mentally and physically depleted.

He looked like he could snap at any second.

Bucciarati stared into the blonde’s eyes and tried to find something besides his dull, emotionless gaze. A slight flicker of his eyes caught his attention, and he placed a comforting hand on Giorno’s shoulder, who seized up as if he had never been touched before. But he didn’t try to back away.

“Why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this bad again?” he asked quietly.

“I didn’t want to make you worry,” Giorno turned away, his voice thick with guilt. He was fine. He had been fine for months. It was as if the problem had never even existed.

Until it did again.

There was a silence that hung in the air until Giorno sighed shakily and pulled the blanket further over his head.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Giogio.”

Bucciarati was about to say something else when a small sniffle came from beside him. Frowning, he pulled the blanket off the blonde’s head and grew even more concerned when he didn’t try to turn away or fight back.

Giorno bit his lip as thick tears pooled in his eyes. He blinked and bit back a small sob as tears freely streamed down his face and dribbled onto his chin. He swore quietly when he felt a drop on his hand, but didn’t make any motion to stop it.

Bucciarati rarely saw Giorno cry, and usually, when he did, it was over a death of someone dear to him or something equally as serious. But the thought of the kid crying solely because he was too overwhelmed to keep himself together brought pain to his heart

Motherly instincts kicked in, and he wrapped the boy up in a tight hug, one hand on his back and the other one on the top of his head. The touch only made his tears accelerate and he struggled to swallow back another sob at Bucciarati held him close.

“It’s okay…” he whispered, rubbing his back soothingly as he felt a cry get muffled into his chest, “It’s fine, Giorno...you can let it out…”

The sound of Bucciarati’s voice only made Giorno cry harder, and the older man wrapped the blanket around him and leaned up against the end of the couch to give Giorno more room to lie down.

“-I’m--such a disappointment-” he sobbed quietly into Bruno’s pyjama shirt, “I-I promised Mista I’d sleep tonight--I promised you I’d keep it together-”

His voice shook as he explained his woes and Bucciarati ran his hands through his hair as he did.

“You don’t have to promise us anything, Giorno. You can’t make yourself fix things that you can’t control..” he reminded the blonde.

“I-I know-I’m just so-” he paused, taking in a breath, but didn’t finish his sentence. Bucciarati already knew what he was going to say. So tired. So overwhelmed. So exhausted.

Giorno cried for some time before it started to slow down. Bucciarati’s shirt was soaked with possibly months of pent-up emotion when Giorno’s tears finally ran out. The blonde still compulsively sniffled with every other breath, but Bucciarati assumed that this was the last of the waterworks for now.

“Sorry,” he heard Giorno sniffle. He looked up at Bucciarati and he noticed how puffy his eyes had gotten. His eyes were red and still a bit teary-eyed, but the emotion was back in them. That was a start.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me...I just couldn't…”

“It sounds to me like you needed a cry, didn’t you?” Bucciarati replied, watching as Giorno’s face heated up. The blanket was still wrapped around him and Bruno smiled when he noticed that his eyes were growing wearier by the second.

“You’re not telling the others about this...are you?” he asked quietly. Bucciarati shook his head. Giorno mumbled something that sounded like ‘good’, but Bucciarati could barely hear him.

They both sat there in silence. The room slowly darkened as clouds covered the moon once again. As soon as Giorno was breathing steadily again, Bucciarati opened his mouth to say something, but peeked down at him first. Pulling back the blanket slowly, Giorno’s eyes were closed and his breathing was even and slow. As it should be.

Bucciarati smiled and carefully moved wisps of blonde hair out of his face.

Buona Notte, Giorno.

[supernatural-book]

A Pretty Big Win

Title: A Pretty Big Win (Prologue!!!!)

Summary: Things are getting pretty stressful in the Winchester's lives. In the middle of all the stress, Dean Winchester proposes that the two of you go on a road trip together, just to get away from it all. After all, spending time with his loving girlfriend was just what he needed- a win.

A/N: Oooooof okay. Heres the first part to a series I want to start! I already have the storyline written out, so I hope to take less than a year to finish it, lol. Anyways, I was originally just gonna do one long fic, but decided this would be better.

Ugggh. 

It was way too early to be awake but, truth be told, he never got to sleep in the first place. Dean Winchester rubbed his hands over his scruffy face and sat up in bed before deciding to just sit and watch his girlfriend for a moment. He would inevitably have to drag his ass out of bed, but for now, he wants to take the time to appreciate your presence. God, look at you, baby. You looked so calm, so small and helpless lying next to the disgruntled hunter, the lumbering oaf that was Dean Winchester. Sometime during the night, you had curled yourself around him in an intimate embrace, one that Dean hadn’t been used to before knowing you. 

Dean Winchester was a good man, but he did have his faults.  For instance, his post-hunt ritual wasn’t always to shower and snuggle up in bed with his one true love. Rather, he’d drive himself to a bar to get tipsy and find any woman who he wanted to lose himself in that night, only to leave as soon as he could in the morning. Sure, he’d have someone to hold on those nights, but laying with a stranger after sex could never compare to the embrace of two lovers who shared each other’s hearts and souls. He knew that now, and he found himself wondering- once again- what he did to deserve someone like you. Someone who’s such a contrast to his cold, dark life. 

He knew from the moment he met you that you were going to be the death of him, and he was ready to accept that fate happily. When he was younger, he had flirted innocently with you every now and then, just watching to get a reaction out of you, wondering if you would ever be his. You made him feel things. Good things- hell, great things. Things he hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

God, that was so long ago. How did it take him so many years to get a hold of you?  ‘Not my fault’, Dean mused, ‘she makes me feel like an awkward kid again. She makes me all flustered and shy when she smiles. And her laughter, God, it’s so beautiful. And the way she says my name…’ His face was flushing just at the thought.

In your sleep, you snuggled closer into Dean’s side and used your leg- which was tossed over his own- to try and pull him closer to you. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Gotta get up now.” He pressed a kiss against your forehead and when you still didn't stir from your slumber, he realized just how tired you must have been. Recently- he'd be completely honest- things haven’t been going so well in the Winchester’s life. Things weren't quite as bad as they'd been in the past- there was no looming apocalypse, thank God- but the stress of all the hunts was still taking its toll on all of you. Especially you, bless your precious heart. Who knows what you were trying to do, staying up late to research and wearing yourself out like that for him and Sammy. Dean would never, ever be able to find the right words to thank you for all you've sacrificed for them. The most stressful thing about all of this was that there was nothing you could do yet. Read through all of the books in the library, sure, but you had absolutely no leads and therefore no place to start. And among the stress of trying to figure out what to do, there seemed to be so many cases. Much more than usual. “God, I’m sorry (Y/N). You deserve so much more than this life.” He decided to let you sleep in a while longer and grudgingly pulled himself out of bed, groaning when his feet hit the cold floor. He turned back momentarily- he could never really get enough the girl who gave up everything for him and gave him everything, could he?- and tucked the blankets warm and snug around your form, smiling to himself.

‘Oh baby, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you know that? And I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

Okay, something was off. 

It was early morning when you woke up to the sound of your lover's heavy, booted feet moving around on the hard floors of your shared bedroom. You cracked your eyes open and looked around for any indication of what time it was. There were no windows in the bunker, but your eyes fell on the digital clock on the nightstand. Three in the morning? What’s Dean doing up at 3 am? You drearily noticed that Dean had his and your duffel bags on the edge of the bed, each half-filled already.

"Dean?"  You shuffled around on the bed, indicating to him that you were awake. In your half-asleep state, you immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Oh God, something bad happened and now we have to get out of the bunker before we die. "What's happening? Where are you going?" Dean looked up at the sound of your voice, a genuine smile taking over his face at the sight of you in his bed. It wasn’t odd for you to sleep in his bedroom- you’d been dating for two years now- but you could always see how thrilled Dean was to see you there every morning. 

And God, it had been way too long since you saw him smile at you like that, despite the eyebags.

Dean had a habit- maybe not a habit, a curse- of staying up too late for his own good and not getting any sleep some nights. Not his fault, and you couldn't blame him- hell, if you had half the emotional and psychological trauma he did you wouldn't be able to sleep either. Most of the time it was nightmares -his time in hell, in purgatory, a particularly bad hunt- and sometimes just plain old memories. He was often haunted by memories of the past, guilt over things long gone, the deaths of people who he could never save and still blamed himself for, and the worry- scratch that, the fear- of losing you. You would always be able to tell when he had a night like that. Aside from the telltale eyebags and many, many cups of coffee, he'd carry himself less proudly, be less talkative- it was always worrying when he didn't crack jokes with you- and overall be the spitting image of a broken man.

Something was different today- ahh, this morning, at 3am. He was… excited.

"Morning, sleepyhead." He leaned down to lay a kiss on your forehead, dragging his hand over your messy hair. "I was just about to wake you up." His gentle gesture and happy demeanor calmed your worried mind. Nothing bad was happening; he doesn’t seem worried or rushed. In fact, he seemed… softer, calmer than usual. You sat up in bed, watching him lay items out on the bed to pack. 

"So… what's going on?" You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"You and I are going on a road trip for the weekend. Or however long we can be away." 

"Without Sam?" 

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a romantic getaway if I brought my little brother with, would it?” He caught your confused gaze and laughed. "What, I can't go on dates with my girlfriend?"

"That's not what I meant. Is there, like, a hunt or something?" Dean opened your dresser and tossed you a pair of your jeans and one of his big Led Zeppelin tees. 

"No. No hunts this week. Told Sammy we all need a break. Gotta get out of here, don't you think? I’m suffocating" He turned to you again, leaning in to give you a squeeze and help you out of bed. “Anyway, we need to go on a date again, ya know? It's been a while. Come on, get up, sweetheart. I’ll keep packing, you go get dressed. We’re wasting driving time." You happily jumped out of bed to get ready, taken aback by how sweet Dean was acting, considering how stressed he had been the day before. Not even 24 hours ago, Dean was downing a bottle of whiskey and stressing over everything that had been happening recently. “I just need one win. Just one.” he had muttered into his glass before downing it and letting the familiar drink burn down his throat. It was odd that he suddenly seemed cheerful and happy again, but you’ll be damned if you’re not gonna cherish every single moment of Dean’s sweet side. ‘God,’ you thought, thinking back to your past with him.  ‘His sweet side is what made me fall for him in the first place’. 

When you first met Dean, you knew immediately that you’d fall in love with him. 

You were born into a family of hunters, who eventually- of course- met a tragic fate like many others, while you managed to get out of the life and were in the midst of your college education. Two FBI agents- odd, it didn’t really require the FBI- came to your dorm to ask you about it. 

They were both tall and imposing, one a bit taller than the other, and they were both quite handsome, you’d admit, but your eyes lingered on the shorter of the two. He had short dirty blonde hair and, once they sat down across from you and you could see him closer, you noticed the freckles sprinkled across his face. And the way the light hit his cheekbones- God he was pretty. You had to stop yourself from staring at his eyes- they were so beautifully green- while he questioned you.

And boy, this man sure didn't seem to care if there was a difference between questioning and flirting. Because you got a decent amount of both, leaving you flustered and fucking aching for him before you even knew his name.

They asked strange questions, but questions that struck a familiar chord in you. “Did you smell anything strange when you found them?” You knew why they were asking, and it reminded you of the information your parents told you to keep you safe. Sulfur equals demons. Were these guys hunters too? So, in the midst of their interrogation, you broke out your own questions. “Do you believe in demons?” They froze- surprised when they learned you came from a hunting family and asked for your help on the hunt. They introduced themselves- Sam and Dean Winchester. “The Winchesters?” Your parents told you about John Winchester- their father- and here you were, meeting his sons. 

Well, their parents sure make pretty babies.

After you helped them on the hunt, you knew there was no way you could continue living normally, but Sam and Dean helped. They introduced you to a friend of theirs- Bobby Singer- and persuaded you to stay with them to ensure your safety. Sam told you later that Dean was the one who suggested having you stay at Bobby’s and who wanted to keep in touch with you.

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, brushing your teeth and watching Dean dig through your dresser and looking up every now and then to have you confirm the outfits he chose. You answered in small sentences, still lost in memories of when you first met. 

You weren’t going to lie- the first things you noticed about Dean was how handsome he was. Not only in appearance, even though he was goddamn pretty- but in the way he held himself. He was confident, but not egotistical- just enough to be attractive and flirtatious without the whole douchebag vibe. He knew how to make you (and basically every hetero girl he ever interacted with) flustered with just a look and damn, he knew he was good at it. You eventually learned he wasn't just a pretty face. He had the best sense of humor- some of the funniest lines you'd ever heard belonged to him- and was always super selfless, even to the point of self-sacrifice. And, when he wanted to be, he was sweet. He went out of his way to keep you safe and comfortable, no matter the situation. Need a bodyguard while in a bar? 'Got you, sweetheart'. You're scared about walking into this next hunt? 'Just stay behind me. Nothin' will hurt you long as I'm here'. You just plain need a hug? 'Aw. C'mere, kid'.

You could still remember the conversation you had with Dean before they left you with Bobby after that first hunt together. “Remember, you’re only staying here so you don’t get hurt. Don’t just throw your life away for hunting, kiddo.” 

“I’m not a kid, Dean. I’m twenty-two. I’m only six years younger than you.” He gave you a stern look. 

“Don’t change the subject, (Y/N).” You sighed, but couldn’t help but smile. He cares about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

“Alright. I won’t go looking for hunts, but If you’re in trouble, I’m not just gonna sit by and watch. I'm gonna help.” After they had loaded their stuff into the Impala and were ready to drive off, Dean looked at you again, making you promise to stay safe. “Only if you do too.” You could still remember- vividly- how Dean gave you a quick wink and a smirk right before they drove off. 

Little did they know, that was the beginning of your long friendship with them.

Smiling at the fond memories of him, you left your spot in the doorway to wrap your arms around Dean’s waist from behind, earning a soft grunt from him. “Well, hey there.” He turned around in your arms and kissed the top of your head, taking a moment to breathe in your scent. 

“I love you, Dee.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” You continued to pack your stuff up and get ready, seeing that Dean had already laid out most of your toiletries and your favorite outfits- consisting of mostly Dean’s shirts. When you finish, you grabbed a big, warm flannel out of Dean’s duffel bag and pulled it on, surrounding yourself with Dean’s scent and warmth. He gazed at you with an attentive grin; he always loved when you wore his clothes. After shrugging on his jacket and grabbing his duffel bag, Dean turned to you and looked you over one last time, a big, toothy grin taking its place on his face. “You ready?” 

“One hundred percent.” you grabbed one of his hands in yours as you made your way out to the garage, where your black beauty awaits you. Dean smirked and twirled the keys to the Impala around his finger.

“Then let’s get out of here, baby.” 

Taglist!

@music-lockscreen, @bella-ca, @yetanotherreader

[bird-pun]

for the trope mashup meme—text/letter fic + soulmate AU or coffee shop travel/airport au!! :D got a feeling u can nail these vibes pretty well!

SDGJKDSGJKDSG OK OK this is going under read more! It includes 1 ramble and 1 short fic!

Takaeishi one: 

 So this is a (no seraph) soulmate au where both you and your soulmate are born with matching marks. Obviously, this changes how modern society behaves and there’s this system in where kids are photographed with their mark and it’s uploaded to a database, and at the age of when the first half of your soulmate turns 13, both families are sent a letter with the name and address of your soulmate.

So anyways, on Karasuma’s 13th birthday his mom hands him his letter, and lo and behold his soulmate is some kid named Takayama Sou, who lives in some different section of Japan. Obviously, they start writing letters back and forth, even though Takayama’s letters are short and blunt, while damnit, Karasuma worked on his opening letter for weeks. Weeks! And all he got back was a “Nice to meet you.” The nerve! The nerve! But anyways they write when they can, until eventually, two years later, Karasuma finds out Takayama moved to Tokyo to work! And they meet for the first time and it’s really awkward and sweet, especially since neither know what the other looks like (because Takayama doesn’t own a phone, and neither like having their picture taken anyways. “Besides, does it even matter? I don’t need to see you to know how I feel.” “DONT. SAY SAPPY SHIT LIKE THAT SO SUDDENLY.”) and just because they’re disasters eishi probably blurts out something like “YOU’RE. VERY ATTRACTIVE” mid awkward pause and they both start laughing

kamorei one:

Sagisawa hated airplanes. Something about being trapped in a humming metal contraption flying at high speeds, with no control on when to stop or turn, got on his nerves. Not to mention airports were always crowded, full of crying kids and angry customers, people snoring at the gates, and not to mention that cheap food they offered in the waiting area.

But, Sagisawa is desperate, and landing in Tokyo at 4:30 am after a whopping 12 hour flight could cause anyone to crack under the jetlag pressure.

He has never been so grateful to see the Starbucks shop open, and his caffeine-deprived brain practically dances in joy as he makes a brisk walk over to the empty lines. He peers into the display cases, breathing in the familiar scent of coffee grounds and pastries. Maybe he should grab some actual food while waiting for his ride?

“Good morning,” A cheery voice rings, “Can I get your order?”

Sagsiawa tears his hungry eyes away from a chocolate croissant in order to look at the worker. He was at least 6’2”, and even for Sagisawa’s lanky self that was tall. He was grinning from ear to ear, apron already slightly dirty, and wearing a green cap over his bald (?) head to match. Sagisawa felt his ears immediately start to burn, and his hands grew clammy. Of course the first person he interacts with after an all-nighter-with his ruffled sweater, giant eyebags, crooked glasses and all-happens to be a really good-looking guy.

“Uh.” Sagisawa stammers, before vigorously shaking his head, curls hitting his cheeks. “Right, sorry. Just got off a plane from London. Uh, I’ll have a Caramel Cloud Macchiato, please?”

The stranger nods, “Coming right up! Can I get a name?”  Followed by scribbling Sagisawa’s name on the cup, punching in a few numbers into his cash register, then asking for his card before he swipes it. “So, what were you up to in London?”

“Oh, uh, I was looking at colleges there, since I’m graduating from high school soon.”

“Oh? Me too! Must be pretty cool to be able to travel so far.”

“Mmm, I guess.” Sagisawa stifles yawns, before going back to fiddle with his hands. “Did you have any after-graduation plans?”

“Me? Oh, yeah! I plan to rent an apartment with my best friend and go to a nearby college.” His eyes seem to shine even more, and he takes off his hat to adjust it before grabbing the whipped cream canister. “I’m going to be a vet.” He says with a wink, and oh god, Sagisawa’s face is probably red as a tomato.

“A vet! Woah! I wish you luck, man.” Who even says ‘man’ anymore?!?

“Thank you!” He places the hot mug of coffee on the counter, sliding it a bit forward across the granite. “One Caramel Cloud Macchiato for the lovely gentleman.”

“Thank you so much.” Sagisawa sighs with relief, immediately grabbing it and taking a sip, ignoring how his tongue burned in favor of taking in the nice aroma. Maybe airports weren’t that bad after all.

[a-dorearchive]

28 questions tag

i was tagged by @spideyinmiddleearth thanks again ❤

1. How tall are you?

5′4

2. What color and style is your hair?

black, long and curled 

3. What color are your eyes?

dark brawn

4. Do you wear glasses?

unfortunately 

5. Do you wear braces?

i did for like 8, 9 years but not anymore thankfuly

6. What is your fashion style?

idk ? can jeans, a cool t-shirt and all stars be one ?

7. Full name?

nicoly guimaraes pereira

8. When were you born?

november 16th, 1999

9. Where are you from and where do you live now?

born in brazil still living here

10. What school do you go to?

med school

11. What kind of student are you?

i would say dedicated ? i mean i aim to be the best of the class but not everytime i reach this go, but i always try very hard tho

12. Do you like school?

i’m totally in love with colege sdefkdjjdka ( it’s  killing me tho eyebags are appearing already)

13. What are your favorite school subjects?

in school school i used to love philosophy (stiil do tho) and biology, but rn i’m really enjoiyng anatomy and phisiology

14. Favorite tv shows?

this is us, b99 and friends 

15. Favorite Movies?

it’s much more than that but i’m picking : interstellar, arrival, the devil wears prada, call me by your name ( i could on forever but i thing that’s enough)

16. Favorite books?

meu pé de laranja lima- by josé mauro de vasconcellos

capitães da areia - by jorge amado

pride and prejudice - jane austen

harry potter 5 and 7 - jk rowling

17. Favorite pastime?

minimalist drawning, tv shows, music, tumblr

18. Do you have any regrets?

a few

19. Dream job?

neurologist,  neurosurgeon, or neuropsychiatrist

20. Would you like to get married someday?

yep

21. Would you like to have kids someday?

idk really

22. How many?

if i do have it will be two

23. Do you like shopping?

yeess

24. What countries have you visited?

none yet

25. What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

i have had some i can’t remeber any rn tho lol

26. Do you have any enemies?

not that i know

27. Do you have an s/o?

i’m a 95 woman when it comes to internt and idk what this means asdfkdfsdjfdij

28. Do you believe in miracles?

kinda

tagging: @paintednightlock @noshitstark @whomanoff @sarbinaspellman @oscqrwildes and whoever wanna do this !! sorry if u were were already tagged or don’t like these stufff

[jojisribosomes]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @the-max-ian-joji-vlogs

1. Are you named after anyone?

I don’t think so! My grandma, who named me, just liked the name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

September when my family celebrated my birthday, my cousin brought her baby daughter, she threw up right next to me and I’m emetophobic so I had a panic attack yay.

3. Do you have kids?

Yikes nope.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yep. Trying to tone that down bc not a lot of people can catch on it.

5. What do you first notice about people?

If they look bored and willing to talk or not. Also, teeth and moles. Yes it’s weird.

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown af.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

I can draw, I’m very patient and I’m very kind.

9. Where were you born?

Santiago, Chile.

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, going to local progressive metal bands shows, cooking and watching Youtube. Does social media count as a hobbie?

11. Have any pets?

Nope, I wanna adopt a bunny some day!

12. What sports do you play, if any?

I walk, like, HARDCORE walk lol. I hope I lose some pounds out of it.

13. How tall are you?

5′5 / 1.65 m.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I got out of school more than 10 years ago... science I guess?

15. Dream job?

In a veterinarian lab counting cells on a microscope, watching crystals in pee, doing bloodwork and stuff. I tag @eyebags-are-designer, @tefutefu, @cripplingdepressioninhumanform, @fake-frank, @maxhoemo, @malloe-m, @uhhhhhhhhhbitch @edupesboi @slow-dancing-in-the-dark and I don’t remember anyone else, I barely talk to a couple of you guys, sorry haha <3 (Yes 2 blogs here are the same person whoops)

[gayfeoremade]

can you talk more about your ocs? im curious 👀

why of coarse.....I don't know how to put the info I have in any particular order so this will probably be messy and brief. some of them have names some of them don't and all of them are hashtag teens. also they're not particularly interesting they're just regular dumbass teens but they're fun to think about so loldominic: goth boy, he/him, 15. VERY moody and serious generally, gets annoyed easily. the type to think covering one of your eyes with hair is cool. used to be a chuni but doesn't want to talk about it. around 165cm / medium height. he has a very soft-hearted side but hides it because he thinks it's "uncool" (yes he's an idiot)martin: absolute dumbass boy, he/him, 15 (months younger than domi). he likes to help people out whenever he can. tends towards being cheerful and loud which tends to annoy domi. his favorite person is his grandma because she tells him old lady gossip. got a crush on domi when they were in middle school and the former was full on chuni because martin is the type of idiot who thinks stuff like that is cool. he tries his BEST to be goth so domi will notice him and fails miserably. haven't decided on his height but he's taller than domi so jot that downsister: (not her name) girl, she/her, 16. likes to carry herself in an overly cutesy way (think moe sleeves, makeup that makes your eyes bigger, sweet voice) when in reality she's... not quite mean but blunt in a no-nonsense kinda way. she doesn't like being called fake at all because she's just a serious-type girl who loves cute stuff so people assume she's sweet and delicate which isn't exactly her fault. around 157cm. she's jen sister but they don't get along well because she considers jen to be too carefreejen: another girl, she/he, 17. she's the third one I made out of all these characters and probably my fav (fun to draw). her favorite colors are neon green & pink. her hair is damaged because she has put it through a lot of dye, hair tyes and hair spray since she likes for it to pop out. current hairstyle is pink big ass twintails. she's cheerful and honest but not good at all with heavy situations or dealing with intense emotions whether they're from herself of others. still she tries to help her friends as best as she can even if she doesn't understand their problems a lot of the time. has a crush on 148cm because she thinks they're cute and fun to mess with (basically). around 173cm tall. she wants to reconciliate with her sister but doesn't quite know how. sees martin and domi as little brothers148cm: (not their name) goth nb, they/he, 16. friends with jen and apple. very similar to domi in terms of personality except they actually show their anger and aren't as soft-hearted as him. still they appreciate their friends and jen's clumsy attempts to comfort him. very mad at god for making them tiny. 148cm. not much on them because I kinda neglect them lolapple: (not her name) moody girl, she/her, 15 - 16 haven't decided yet lol. friends w 148cm, jen and domi. literally made her up today. works at apples & bees with bee and hates every second of it. has a very flat voice and is generally stone-faced. blonde with eyebags (important.) jen looks up to her. she's bad at expressing herself but does really love her friends being an only child who doesn't have a close relationship with either parent. 155cm. she gets lonely easily but doesn't really know how to approach others in fear of seeming clingy.bee: (not her name either) regular ol girl, she/her, 16. was also born today. friends with sister, martin and Guy. apple's coworker. she's very cheerful to a dorky extent at work so kids love her but off work she's actually very chill and level-headed. apple only sees her at work so she has a warped image of her and falls a little bit in live when she sees how Cool bee actually is. bee is pretty much an avg teen all around with a tendency to give in too easily even though she's afraid of being called a doormat. around 165cmGuy: friends with bee and sister. just a regular ol guy. around 16. hes literally just here as a punching bag for me i am so sorry lmao. by that i mean he is the stupidest character i have. runs into glass doors. gets pranked by those peanuts cans. is also friends with domi's 12 year old little brother who likes to play pranks on him. here just to suffer. 175cm. i'd have a crush on him if he were real because i'm a morosexual. i thinnnk that should be 8 characters. i have more from different stories and stuff but this is way too long and my characters aren't really interesting so i'm stopping here. i'd add some drawings i have of them but i'm mobile which is also the reason i didn't put this in a read more. i am very sowwy.

[sportanimefantasies]

Can i ask for iwaizumi, kyotani, hinata, kuroo, and bokuto being left alone with the baby for the first time? Or just father-child bonding time with a lot of shenanigans that include "don't tell mommy" moments. Thank you!

Iwaizumi

“No, you baby,” Iwaizumi growled as his nose scrunched at his fussy child.

His daughter, Chihiro, seemed like she understood her father’s rejection since she began to whimper even more. Her hands even began to hit her high chair’s little table. Iwaizumi stood abruptly, grabbing the box of candy he was eating, but Chihiro became louder and Iwaizumi couldn’t help but stare at his daughter.

“No, Chihiro. Mama said not to give you this candy,” Iwaizumi said sternly. His eyebrows furrowed, but it was starting to get really hard for him.

Iwaizumi could see little parts of himself in his daughter. Whenever she fussed, like now, he could see his pout. He was always in denial until you took a picture of Iwaizumi then your daughter and held it side by side. Iwaizumi couldn’t deny Chihiro was his daughter.

But a majority of Chihiro had so much of your features. Her nose was yours. The shape of her eyes were yours, but the color of Chihiro’s eyes were Iwaizumi’s. Even though Chihiro was less than a year old, Iwaizumi could just see his daughter grow into a beautiful woman, almost a clone of you.

Which made it all that much harder to deny the cute form she was in.

Chihiro began to fuss louder and Iwaizumi could feel his heart groan deeply with him.

“F-Fine, sh,” Iwaizumi soothed as he brought Chihiro out her chair. He picked one piece of candy out its package and fed it to Chihiro, who immediately began to cheer in her father’s arms. “We just won’t tell Mama, okay?”

Kyoutani

Exhausted couldn’t define Kyoutani’s condition perfectly. His eyebags felt like they sagged to the floor as he walked and his limbs felt like nothing, he was moving on autopilot at this point.

“Yuki, no more. Time. To. Go. Sleep,” Kyoutani mumbled as his bouncing baby boy was cheering to the music on the tv.

Yuki turned to his father curiously. He didn’t understand a word Kyoutani said yet he enjoyed the sound of his voice. Yuki crawled over to Kyoutani happily, his voice ringing adorably in Kyoutani’s ear. Even when he was more exhausted than he ever thought he could be, Yuki was utter perfection.

It made Kyoutani smile.

Kyoutani crawled to his son halfway before scooping him into his arms. “Yeah, whatever kid. Just a bit longer, your mom won’t be home to scold me anytime soon.”

Kyoutani kissed the top of Yuki’s head before sitting Yuki in his lap, enjoying the baby show singing.

Hinata

“Ne, ne, Itaru, you could be like me in high school when you grow up!” Hinata exclaimed. Itaru kicked and flailed his arms in a joyful agreement to his father’s words, even though he didn’t understand them. Hinata looked down at his son who was strapped in the baby carrier on his stomach with his smile. “You gotta eat to be strong, okay? So be sure to eat your veggies and stuff, especially when Mom asks you to!”

Itaru screeched loudly as he clapped his hands. Hinata truly loved being a dad. It was better than waking up to the love of his love, and yes, he has told you that to his face. Hinata has actually told everyone he’s known that. At first you were a bit jealous, but you realized, you were in love with Hinata being in love with his son.

Hinata didn’t complain once to get his crying baby at four in the morning when he had just fallen asleep. He was a bit groggy, but he ended up smiling and encouraging his son such comfort. Hinata and you would argue over your child, who would spend more time with him, feeding him, anything.

And right now, Hinata won the argument of feeding him while you were bound to the duty of grocery shopping.

“Alright, Itaru, are you ready for your food?” Hinata asked.

Without any sound, Hinata took Itaru out of the carrier and into the high chair. It was like Hinata couldn’t stop smiling once his son was born, especially during feeding. It was the one on one time Hinata loved with Itaru.

“Alright, Itaru, here you go,” Hinata chimed as he scooped the baby food into the small spoon.

Suddenly, Itaru looked at the food disapprovingly and fussed when it touched his lips. Of course Itaru wouldn’t want to eat his food after Hinata just asked him to grow strong. But his smile didn’t falter, only became wry.

“Guess today you want to stay small, huh?” Hinata’s mind flashed to the Little Giant. His jumps, his empowering presence, and it made Hinata look at his son proudly. Of course Hinata would want his son to be excellent and happy in anything he does, but Itaru just came into this world. “That’s okay, you can stay this size a bit longer. Just for me and Mom, okay? I love you, Itaru.”

Kuroo

“She’s so cute! How old is she?”

“She’s seven months, almost eight in a couple of weeks,” Kuroo answered delighted.

“She looks so good, she’s such a healthy baby. You’re such a good papa, have a good walk with your daughter!” the elderly lady bowed her head right before she pinched Kuroo’s cheek. For such an elderly lady who had a hunch back, Kuroo was a bit surprised she could reach up to his cheek,

Kuroo waved to the elderly lady but at the sound of Miyuki fuss, he turned to her.

“You okay, baby girl?” Kuroo asked. He cowered over the stroller to look into it, only to find the sun gleaming onto her eyes. “Ah, here you go, baby. Papa’s sorry, he didn’t know the sun was on you. Let’s get going.”

At first, Kuroo never understood why parents would walk with their infant in a stroller. How could that be personal time to spend with a baby? Wouldn’t it be better to just stay at home and feed his daughter in her high chair rather than some used, moist bench in some park?

But after the first time you encouraged the idea, Kuroo wouldn’t go an hour without doing it on his day off. It was more than just exercise for him. He still played volleyball every now and then so just walking a few laps around the park didn’t feel like much exercise. The reason he came back to the park was for Miyuki.

She enjoyed seeing different things each time they were at the park. It was Kuroo’s time to see what Miyuki enjoyed and preferred to stay away from. One time Miyuki cried when a butterfly just flew by. It took Kuroo an hour to soothe his wailing baby on a bench. He got a weird tan from that day.

Suddenly, Miyuki began to scream joyfully. Kuroo was curious and flipped the cover to see what his daughter was cheering at.

“Hm? What is it, Miyuki?” Kuroo’s eyes searched for what his daughter cheered at when a small energetic corgi ran towards them, panting cutely with its tongue out. “Aw, you like dogs baby girl?”

The dog began to perch itself higher onto the stroller, sniffing Miyuki. With past events regarding animals, Kuroo couldn’t help but feel a bi nervous to see a dog meeting his infant. But as Kuroo kneeled down, he could see a smile on Miyuki’s face and the dogs.

“Wow, baby girl,” Kuroo sighed contently. Miyuki smiled and exclaimed happily as she held the dogs face in her hands. “I guess we should get a pup for you soon, huh?”

Bokuto

Bokuto’s head looked left then right numerous times, his hands holding a different outfit. He had done this for the past five minutes while his daughter played with her toys excitedly.

“Ugh, Hanako! I don’t know which one would look better in you!” Bokuto groaned loudly to the ceiling.

The outfit in his left hand was a flower print sundress with tan gladiators and a tan straw sunhat. The other hand held a yellow romper with a jean jacket and white sneaker shoes. Both were so perfect for you, but he couldn’t make you wear both outfits at the same time.

Suddenly, Bokuto felt his daughter crawl at his feet, holding onto his calf. “Aw, you’re right, Hanako. You’ll look good in both of them! Let’s try this one first!”

Bokuto tossed both outfits onto the bed before swooping his chubby little squealing baby. Hanako was over her father’s head, laughing along with his goofy self. She even held her arms out excitedly.

“Alright, alright, how about we get these clothes off of you first?” Bokuto beamed, placing his active baby girl onto the bed. “I’ll get in trouble with Mama again, but its fun playing dress up, right Hanako? What’s a few tried on clothes going to do? Only make you my pretty girl.”

Hanako clapped her hands together, squealing happily to her father’s lips. Bokuto peppered kisses all over Hanako’s kicking body, joining in on his daughter’s laughs.

[healinghoshi]

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30 Questions Tag

30 Questions Tag tagged by @jisoosmeoli ❤️❤️❤️ one. how tall are you? 155?
two. what colour and style is your hair? Black with long fringe that KIND OF WHAT JEONGHAN USED TO HAVE BUT NOT AS GOOD IN ADORE U ERA with small streaks of brown apparently because people ask me did you dye York hair? Shoulder length now 
three. what colour are your eyes? Stereotypical brown 
four. do you wear glasses? Yes -.- 
five. do you wear braces? No :)
six. what is your fashion style? I pick whatever shirt I like from my huge pile and probably a pair of knee length pants
seven. any freckles/moles/beauty marks? Not really?
eight. when were you born?… 2nd October I’m not telling you when XD 
nine. how old are you? That just defeats the whole purpose of then question above.
ten. where do you live? Brisbane
eleven. do you have siblings? a younger brother 
twelve. do you go to school? -.- what do my eyebags tell you 
thirteen. what kind of student are you? the one that has the nerve to leave a draft assessment 30 minutes to start and finish. I used to ace my reports :/ lmao
fourteen. what are your favourite tv shows? I don’t tv anymore lmao
fifteen. favourite pastime? I read a l o t. 
sixteen. what is your dream job? Idk yet I’m stuck 
seventeen. would you like to get married one day? One day XD
eighteen. would you like kids one day? One day in the distant future XD
nineteen. girly girl or tomboy? MIDDLE SORRY
twenty. do you like shopping? for books hell yea
twenty one. what countries have you visited so far? Homework land 
twenty two. what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve had? I almost never remember my dreams unless I write it down, so…last night I dreamt that I had to have an injection? On my cheek? I’m like really phobia of injections cause I cannot stand sharp things into flesh im getting squeamish 
twenty three. do you have enemies? It’s been a long time, but last year this one boy :/ but were like best friends now so it’s okay lmao
twenty four. do you have a significant other? No I’m still a teenager 
twenty five. if not, do you want one? Let me decide?
twenty six. are you open about your feelings? Pfft no 
twenty seven. what’s your family like? I love my family but my parents are demanding and my brother is stubborn 
twenty eight. would you date someone your family didn’t approve of? I have a good enough instinct to know who’s worth it and who’s not but I’d still ask my parents first 
twenty nine. any pet peeves? …idk?
thirty. do you believe in astrology? …sometimes?

Thanks for tagging me Carmen ❤️❤️❤️❤️ @jisoosmeoli and I shall tag @healinghoshi and @wonuthewhale before I leave :)))