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completely forgot to post this until now hi

15k komahina fic, slow-burn fluff and then angst with a happy ending :3

canon compliant until chapter 5 and its just nagito not doing anything with bombs

they’re really silly and dumb and very homosexual for most of it 😎 also trans hajime bc rights! and chiaki and hajime are close friends

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writing is so fun

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hai

nagito cuts n braids izuru’s hair. they’re a bit gay after. that’s all :3

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🤕 erisol hurt n comfort bc i have issues??

aka sollux is feeling shitty n eridan does his best

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anyway *stares at my wips for 5 hours*

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i have issues

a nice meet-ugly humanstuck erisol bc gay people

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oh yeah i wrote this ages ago

completely forgot to post abt it hello gay nation what is up

i did bird research for this

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hi :)

some komahina fluff for @skrelborns and @mahkyutie

gay people are in fact real and they make me homophobic

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i wrote a thing :)

it’s almost 7k of pure fluff and dumb gay shit bc i have issues

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buff baby

okay guys right. imagine a really buff man. we’re talking an absolute body builder. jacked as fuck, goes to the gym every day. now, and hear me out here, imagine that man condensed into a baby. just… a really fucking buff baby. the buffest baby you’ve ever seen. this motherfucker can bench press you and your mum while drinking a juice box. 

now imagine him, coming into your room at the exact moment you’re about to go to sleep. he climbs up on the end of your bed, and stares at you. you sit there, looking at this unnaturally buff infant child in the darkness. he holds out his hand, so you stare at it for a moment before he gestures again. you put your hand in his, and this baby rips you out of bed. he pulls you over to a table, and pushes you down. 

this fucking buff child has just ripped you out of your bed. 

so then he sits opposite you, cracks his knuckles, and puts an elbow on the table. a challenge.

this minuscule mass of muscle has entered your personal space, your area, pulled you out of your comfort, and is now demanding an arm wrestle. you can’t beat this child. even meeting his eyes is terrifying. not to mention his bulging muscles. so you stare at his hand for a moment before an idea sparks. 

there is something babies all have in common, freakishly buff or not. 

they shit, cry but, most importantly, eat. 

so you stand up from the table, and move over to your cupboard. the baby slams his hands down angrily. this baby is fucking pissed. he’s going to tear the ceiling off of your house if you don’t do something. 

you frantically search through the cupboards, because you swear you kept some of it from when you went through your ‘healthy’ phase. you find it at the back of the cupboard. 

you look back over to the baby. he’s fuming. positively insane with anger. this jacked infant just wanted to beat you into the ground at arm wrestling, and you deny him that simple pleasure.

this fucking baby gets down from his chair, and rolls up his imaginary sleeves. you know if you don’t fucking do something fast this kid is going to rip you limb from limb. you frantically bring the bottle up to your face. this is a life or death situation. 

the instructions are confusing, and the buff child is growing ever closer with his big, meaty footsteps. finally, you manage to figure it out. you whip out a sippy cup, fill it with the powder inside the bottle and chuck as much milk as will fit inside. 

he grows ever closer as you struggle to find the lid. 

the lid isn’t in the cupboard. nor the dishwasher. 

you turn to see your impending doom falling upon you. he is raising his arm to deliver a mighty punch that will most likely snap your leg in half. you’re still struggling to find the lid, unwilling to accept your defeat. 

he throws the punch. 

you fall to your knees, the content of the sippy cup spilling substantially. your leg is useless. anything the leg could have been capable of has been eradicated by the baby. it’s only when you’re writhing in pain on the floor that you see it. 

the lid. it’s under the fridge. the child is moving up towards your head, ready to deliver a killing blow, and the lid is a bit more than an arm’s reach away. 

you begin to worm your way along to it. all you wish for is a quick death. this infant has defeated you. you are helpless to his muscle-backed strikes. yet you still yearn for the one goal you have left. you manage to push off of your uninjured leg and dive towards the lid. this throws the baby off course from where he was about to kick your head. 

now is the time. you reach out your arm and jam the elusive lid onto the sippy cup. you take a moment to relax. you have accomplished your goal. you forget the baby was trying to seal your fate. 

you hold out the half full sippy cup to him as he punches your neck, leaving you lifeless. 

the sippy cup filled with protein powder and milk rolls along the tile. 

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hai im here now ig?? idk if ill actually be posting some extra stuff here bc im Shy and idk. issues

my shit will b under #my writing and my ao3 is beanstalks!!