#and he deserves to not have to pretend he doesn't get tired or hungry or annoyed :((

[guqin-and-flute]

Xichen deserves crows feet.

He deserves to smile with teeth and get those eye crusties you sometimes get from sleeping and cry and sleep in and make a privately goofy noise of surprise when his toe catches on a step and he almost faceplants and saves himself at the last minute.

He deserves to be human.

[darlingbabyboo]

Hiii! To begin with I just wanna say that I love ur work and the way you write, it's literally the highlight of my day! <3 Can I request fluffy headcanons about the kawata twins? ( because we all know those two babies are super underrated and it's such a mood-killer to not be able to find any good fics about them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ) Seriously, the amount of fics about them is SO limited that I'm desperate at this point :') Thank you in advance! ❤️

Fluffy Headcanons w/ Souya and Nahoya Kawata!

It's so true, these two are criminally underrated and they're such good characters and I love them with all my heart my god. Thank you so much <3 for the compliments and sorry that I'm doing this so late. I already did something similar with Angry, so his section might be a little shorter than Smiley!

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Okay I know you want fluff but Smiley was ranked number 3 from Top Worst Boyfriends 😭😭😭

He was ranked number 2 from the Best Runners and that's bcs he's so good at running away from his problems

He is a little bitch and a menace to society

You want attention?

He wants to go the mall and pretend you don't exist

You want affection?

Well he wants to go to bed leave him alone :/

You want a cutesy petname?

Isn't babe good enough for you?

He has a whole lotta issues okay and he is not the best at giving you the attention that you deserve

He's also a little mean tbh

Just because you think your sweater is cute doesn't mean he does 🤨

He's also shitty with comforting you

He sees you crying and he just stares at you 😐

This sounds really bad so far but the thing about Smiley is that when he commits to someone he fucking commits

He knows that he's not the best (Angry loves reminding him that everyday) but he really fucking tries

Yeah he's jackshit at comforting you at first but when he realizes that you're obsessed he'll do his best to make you feel better

Homemade food to make you feel better, saying sweet words to you or just staying by your side so you know that he won't leave your side

He's your ride and die

He knows that he might be harsh too and balances with sweetness

He might not like sweater but ig you guys can go to the mall and you can get whatever you want or smth, you want a manicure sure whatever you want, of course you can get that shirt you look great in it whatever it's no big deal 🙄

He loves you okay he's not the best at expressing all the time but you're everything to him ❤️

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Boyfriend goals 😍

He's a worshipper okay, you're not just his partner you are his god

He will do anything for you

Hungry?

Five course homemade meal already made

Tired

Lay down, the bed's made, the pillow's cold and the blankets are fluffy

Are you stressed for your test?

All day study buddy right here, doesn't even care if he doesn't understand what you're studying, he's gonna do the best he can to support you

If you wear makeup I 100% believe Angry would be the type of person to help remove your makeup after a long day

He's also the type to ask a million questions while you're doing makeup it can be a bit irritating but it's coming from a sweet place

Loves stuffed animals and is willing to share the love

Gifts you stuffies all the time (his favourite is the conger eel, that's so cute I love him too much ❤️❤️❤️)

You two would have dates where you bring your favourite stuffies or where you chill on each other's bed with your stuffies 🤗🤗🤗

His brother makes fun of him for how whipped he is and while he's a little embarrassed, he is not ashamed of you

Why would he be embarrassed you're perfect, who wouldn't worship you 🥰

[starzposts]

voxval oneshot :D I have another one that's straight porn ready to be posted but I really like this one and wanted to post it. I'm a little tired of the interpretations of Vox and Valentino I've been seeing, so I wanted to write something showing how I see him. Vox is my favorite character, so I have a lot of strong opinions and feelings about him. Well uh, enjoy!

Valentino's top set of hands drag down Vox's front, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in the fabric. His wicked smile reflects at Vox in the mirror. Vox adjusts his cuffs and straightens his bowtie; Valentino's bottom pair of hands rests at his waist.

"Look at you," Val purrs, his eyes lingering on the sleek black suit Vox had changed into for their dinner date. It's not just new and well-tailored, it's a masterpiece that accentuates Vox's every curve. Vox isn't into fashion like Valentino and Valevette, but he does like to look nice and sharp. He also knows that Valentino likes a man in a nice suit.

"You like it?" Vox asks, his voice a little husky as he eyes Valentino's expression in the mirror. He looks hungry, sending a wave of heat straight down between Vox's legs. Valentino's finger traces the embroidered red V on the collar of Vox's suit collar, the same color as Valentino's wings, and he presses the length of his body against Vox's back, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

"I like it very much," Val mumbles, bottom hands tightening around his waist. Vox smiles and checks the time on his watch; they'll be late for their reservation if Val keeps this up. Not like it matters, they're the fucking Vees. The table will be held until they arrive. "You look sexy in black, papito," Val comments, stepping back and turning Vox around to face him. Valentino crosses his bottom arms and uses one of the top ones to tilt Vox's screen up to look him in the eyes, touch lingering. "the embroidery was a nice touch," his voice is a little breathy like he's getting worked up from just looking at Vox. Vox knows he's been deemed forgiven for their fight earlier this week. He could stop the whole date and take Valentino to bed, and all would be well.

"Only the best for you, Val. You know that," Vox smiles, grabbing the hand resting on Vox's shoulder, palm pressed against the embroidery, and bringing it to his lips to kiss. Val smiles, wings fluttering and antenna fluttering happily. Vox forces his smile to remain a facsimile of soft affection, hiding away the shark's smirk that threatens to take over. Val is so easy. All it takes to get Val back under his thumb is a few sweet acts and letting him feel in control. Vox would think it's pathetic if Valentino's cooperation wasn't his goal. "Shall we?" Vox asks, offering his arm. Val laughs and uncrosses his bottom arms to hook one around Vox's.

"We shall. Lead the way, amorcito," Val giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush, and Vox resists the urge to roll his eyes. He keeps a smile on his face and leads Valentino down to the limo. He holds the door open and chuckles at how Val's cheeks get dark. Vox plays the gentlemanly role, treating Valentino how he thinks he deserves to be treated. These dates always work to satiate Valentino's need for attention. When they fight, or Vox gets too busy with his games, Val will go off the wall, and Vox will apologize and grovel in the way he knows Val likes. Then, to show his "devotion," he'll invite Valentino to a nice restaurant, treat him to the best wine, and fuck his brains out until Valentino forgives him. Vox doesn't mind displaying himself; the more Val thinks he's in control, the easier it is for Vox to manipulate him. If Val believes he's winning their little game, it means he has no real idea of what's going on. So, Vox suffers on the empty masquerade and dances the steps he knows like the back of his hand. He pretends, lies, and acts. He gives Valentino just enough to keep him where he wants.

It's all so dull, but it needs to be done.

Valentino is so fucking easy, Vox lays a hand on his knee, and Val looks at Vox like he hung the moon and stars. He thinks Vox doesn't see.

[charliedawn]

It’s been a while since I’ve made a request, and I promise I am writing more of my Hannibal storyline with your characters, because I love them so much!🥰 How would the Hannibal’s react if the reader accidentally cut themselves in the kitchen while trying to make food for them because they were busy and overworking themselves?

Hannibal Sr. : "Oh well..That is very unfortunate."

Hannibal Sr. would remain civilized on the outside and take care of the wound, pretending not to be affected at all.

But on the inside, he'd be trying very hard not to think of taking a bite.

Hannibal Sr. has the most developed sense of smell out of all the members of the family and the scent of your blood alone would be enough to give him..bad ideas.

He won't hurt you. Of course.

He would also advise you to get some rest and take care of the cooking.

But, the memory might stay long after the incident and he also might ask for your blood on special occasions.

Even if Hannibal Sr. cares for you, he's still a cannibal and once he's got the scent, it would be very hard for him to resist the temptation.

Now, there can be two reactions to Hannibal Jr. seeing you bleeding.

If he isn't hungry, he'll be the perfect gentleman and ask you how you are and bandage the wound with no hesitation whatsoever.

He would also help you cooking, or send you straight to bed for a long deserved nap.

He would also kiss the back of your hand before sending you on your merry way.

But, if he is hungry.

"..."

Dead silence would follow and intense staring. Very dark and bloodthirsty staring.

If he is in one of those moods ?

Run. Run as far as those legs can carry you. Because if he finds you, you may not have legs anymore.

Morgan : "Look at that..It seems we've got quite the precarious situation on our hands..But, I don't blame you. *leans forward and smiles in false concern* Must be hard to hold a knife, isn't it darling ?"

He'd tease you at first for being clumsy, but he would eventually help you.

Morgan is a doctor. He sees blood every day and it won't affect him as much as the other family members.

He would be the one you would have to come to for any minor or serious injuries, but it doesn't mean it won't cost you..

You *feeling as if you're about to pass out* : "M..Morgan ?"

Him *smiles and strokes your hair* : "Don't worry. You're only going to take a quick nap. You need the sleep."

He usually has radical solutions for every problem.

If you are tired and did not think of taking care of your own health, he would drug you and make sure to take care of you himself.

...It doesn't mean he won't discreetly take samples of your blood for...further studies.

Kevin *stares* : "...You're bleeding."

You : "Thank you, captain obvious."

Kevin : "...Do you want me to lick it clean ?"

You : "..."

Him : "..."

You : "...Why ?"

Him : "...Please ?"

Kevin doesn't have any speech filter. It means he has an idea and the idea leaves his mouth before he can truly process it.

He is ruled by impulses and wouldn't see anything wrong with asking for the most absurd of things on a whim.

Even if those things involve murder, or licking your bloody wound.

Kevin *smiles happily and leaves with bloody lips*

Peter : "Oh no ! What happened ?! Did you get hurt ?!" *looks at the wound in worry*

Peter would panic and immediately search for a way to help you.

He would alert the whole house to find someone who knows how to stitch your wound.

He would then stay with you and make sure to put everything sharp out of your reach.

He would also make sure you get the rest you deserve and cook dinner (even though he would be unable to cook anything with meat in it and would end up asking for another family member to do it instead).

Peter *holds your hand and smiles* : "You need to take care of yourself. We care about you...*looks away blushing* I care about you."

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

I just wanna share how I'm not normal about stars when it comes to my aus and writing. But I'm tired and sick so things might come out funny.

I've always liked reading about stars when I was little, and I've loved watching movies and shows about space. Space feels like it has glitter in it.

But there are a couple of projects I've made where stars are important.

Fnaftale for example. Fredbear has a deep love for stars, since his dad taught him about space, and he played space games with his sister Charlie. One of the things that he was taught through was something that was in the Emily family.

Stars connect us to the dead.

The idea was, when a loved one died, they would make your favorite star shine brighter. To remind you that they'll always be there and look after you. I have made references to fredbear's favorite constellations being brighter in some of my writing and RPs, to be a reminder to Fredbear that his loved ones are with him. A distant "I love you."

Another example is my aware doug au. Doug made the universe, or at least a copy of it, to give him and his friends something they never had. A life. They existed, but weren't alive. I sent an anon to a friend about another idea for how the stars he made works. Each star twinkles in Morse code. Saying "I love you!" Over and over. To be a reminder to everyone that he cares about that he learned how to love, or at least things he gets the gist of it-

Then there's a vignette idk if I posted, about me feeling like a god, creating stars to desperately tell my creations I love them, and beg for love in return. I plan to post it, if I haven't already.

But this is a recurring thing in my head. Stars are love. The universe is love. No matter how cruel I am to my creations, or how dark my writing is, whenever stars come up I always write about them being a message trying to tell someone "I love you".

Hell, I've even had a dream about it! I'll link the post when I get the chance-

But I still remember talking about that dream. How I was drawing, but instead of drawing I was creating the universe for fnaftale fredbear. Because I knew he liked stars. I remember waking up, questioning if there are gods and if they love us in the same way.

I still occasionally cry over that thought. Over the thought of there being a god, that thought of us first. Our entire lives, from birth, our successes and sufferings, to inevitable death. Then made an entire universe because we like stars.

Whenever we make a new discovery, or we get better pictures of space, I like to pretend that it's our gods learning how to make the universe better. To give us better stars, and be satisfied with their own work.

How many things do we make with love, only to make them better years later? What do our characters and blorbos deserve?

They deserve stars. Make a galaxy. Even if it doesn't look good enough to you, they'll study it, and explore just like we do. When you get better and making stars, pretend they made a new discovery.

They deserve flowers. So make a garden. So what if it's just a bunch of colors in the green? They'll love the sweet scent of the flowers you've made, and they'll adore the colors you've given them. Just like how we love flowers.

They deserve good food. So make a feast. Draw or describe delicious foods. So what if you've never had it yourself? So what if you think what you made isn't good enough? They were hungry, and you've fed them well. They loved every bite.

They deserve to be beautiful. Even if you can't make their eyes look right, or their jawline, or their hair, or how their body curves, how they pose, the color of their skin. Even if they don't look right, they are beautiful.

They deserve water. Make rivers, oceans, lakes, waterfalls, rain. Even if the blue doesn't look right. Even if the water doesn't sparkle h9w you want it too. They'll be happy they have something to splash in. They'll be happy to have something to drink.

They deserve love. Give them a lover, who will hold them close. Who will kiss them, and comfort them. Give them a family, that makes them feel happy and safe. Give them friends, who make them laugh and are with them through thick and thin. Give them neighbors who come by to check on them, and offer them help. Give them strangers who smile at them for no particular reason, other than to get them to smile back. Give them animals. Unspeaking companions that adore their friend, and show it through tail wags, purring, and demanding affection in return with only their bodies to us to ask for love. Give them books and shows, long baths, and cakes. Give them love from a lover, family, friends, neighbors, strangers, pets, themselves. You are loved in the same way.

If there is a god, I think we're loved like this. I think the gods are ashamed and embarrassed. They could make us so much better. They could give us so much more. But we are enough for now. They've come so far from what they originally made. As have we as artists.

The gods are artists, and they made the universe out of love for our existence. Artists are the gods, who loved their characters so much they give what we deserve, what we have been given.

Art is love. The universe itself is love. The universe is art. We love art. We love the universe. We love love.

[glamoureddreamer]

Losing you

Eddsworld (Tom x Tord)

Warnings: self harm, suicidal behavior, drinking, drugs mentioned, blood/gore, dark themes, vomiting (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one has been suicidal thoughts or actions in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know whatever your going through gets better <3

There will be a lot of Norwegian spoken in this chapter as usual the translations are at the bottom.

It stings

Drip...Drip....Drip.....

His mind is clear of all thoughts.

Drip......Drip.......Drip........

He watches the blood leak down his arm and drip onto the floor.

Drip..........drip...............

It is worth it.

Drip...................drip..........................

He deserves this

You are a freak, a freak with black eyes that isn't normal.

Nobody likes you, they just pretend. Who could love you?

Just kill yourself

You are such an asshole you hurt everyone you are around. 

He winces at the harsh thoughts, he needs them gone again. He grabs the blade that is on the ground beside him and brings it to his cut-up, bleeding arm.

.....drip.......dripdripdrip 

Blood continuously leaks out of his cuts. Before he could think twice, he cut even deeper.

He gasps in pain, and blood spurts out of his arm.

"Are you almost done in there, Tom? Some of us have to piss, you know?" Tord says annoyed, knocking on the door, Tom hazily rolls down his sleeve and wipes up all the blood. 

Once the bathroom is clean of his sins he exits, only to bump into Tord. Tom hisses in pain as his hoodie drags against his cuts. 

"Finally Jehovah, I have been waiting for years." Tom ignores him instead of joining in on their usual bickering, he stumbles away.

His arm is burning, it is too bright in the hallway, and it is so cold. Why is his vision all weird? 

What the fuck is happening? Maybe some water will help?

Tom stumbles into the kitchen, everything seems so distant, so hazy. 

His vision is getting smaller and he starts to see a faint double of everything, his head feels like it weighs nothing.

"Thomas?" A voice asks, it sounded so far away. Tom turns around and watches a big red blob walk toward him.

"Are you okay?" Was it Tord?

Tord wears red.

Red.

Blood.

Tom feels a pair of hands steady him by his shoulders.

"Are you drunk?"

No. Drinking doesn't numb the pain like it use to.

He can't find the motivation to form a response. God, he is so tired, maybe he should go get some sleep.

"What is this stain on your jacket?" 

Blood.

He can't bring himself to care if Tord finds out. Is he really that numb? What's happening?

Tom can't stop him even if he wants to. He gives a weak touch to the blob's arms. He feels something slide over his cuts, then cold air hits them.

Tom hisses in pain, the blob says something but Tom can't even begin to think about what it said. Everything was happening too quickly and too slowly. Tom felt cold and hot, but most importantly he feels weak. He needs to sit down and close his eyes for a minute. His legs give out, and the blob catches him and holds him in his arms until he is sitting in what he thinks is a chair.

There was a tight pressure making Tom yell out in pain. He hears a distant voice yell something, then two more different voices along with two different color blobs. Purple and green.

What the hell is happening?

The green blob says something and runs off, while the purple begins to look for things.

This is the kitchen, right?

Food maybe? Water?

Kinda hungry, and thirsty.

When did my mouth get so dry?

Suddenly Tom feels himself no longer in the chair.

The red blob is carrying him? The red blob says something.

What? 

The purple blob joins them and says something he couldn't understand.

His mind is screaming at him to go to sleep.

A quick nap couldn't hurt, right? 

Tom closes his eyes as complete darkness falls over him and his mind. 

~~~

Tom looks absolutely smashed.

How much had he drink? Did he get drunk in the bathroom? Was he on drugs?

Tord shakes his head at the thoughts, Tom isn't that stupid.

I better go help him, Edd would never let me live if Tom hurt himself and I could've prevented it.

Tord follows Tom into the kitchen, but Tom was just standing in the middle of the kitchen. 

"Thomas?" Was he sick? Is he dizzy? He wobbled around.

There is no answer.

Didn't Tom hear him?

Tord walks over to him, Tom turns around.

"Are you okay?" Again no answer from Jehovah, he just sways in place as he stares at the male's red hoodie. Tom looks like he was growing paler by the second.

Tord puts his hands on Tom's shoulders to steady him. Can't have him puking from dizziness.

"Are you drunk?" Tord looks at him up and down before noticing a small dark spot of liquid growing on his sleeve.

"What's this stain on your jacket?" Tom grabs his arm maybe to stop him? Tord already has his sleeve up. Tom hisses in pain as Tord stares in horror for a second. 

"Faen! Thomas! Hyorfor?!" Tord grabs the hand towel hanging on the stove and puts pressure on the cuts. Tom yells out in pain, Tords heart swells at the sound.

"Edd! Matt! Hjelp!" Tord yells for the others, he looks over at Tom. He was growing paler. Edd and Matt run into the room.

"Tord whats w-" Edd freezes, Matt throws his hand over his mouth with a gasp.

"He's blør ut, he må gå til hospital!" Tord switches languages frantically. 

"Okay I'll start the car, Matt help him." Edd runs off not fully understanding besides 'hospital' he still knows it is bad.

"I'll make an overnight bag." Matt rushes around to get snacks, drinks, and other various things. Tord picks Tom off his feet and walks to the car. 

"Det er greit Tom... vi skal skaffe deg hjelp og det går bra med deg." Tord whispers against Tom, the red communist kisses Tom on the forehead.

"Will he be alright?" Matt asks joining them, it looks like Matt is crying.

Tord doesn't answer but he hopes he will be with all of his heart.

"Tord! His eyes are closed!" Matt whines, Tord looks down and sure enough, Tom's eyes are shut. Tord to the car and hops in making sure there's pressure on the cuts.

Edd steps on it once he's made sure everyone is in the car. The ride is deadly silent except for the occasional Edd asking if he still had a pulse (scaring Matt while at it), and Matt sobbing.

Once at the hospital, Tord jumps out quickly with Tom and runs inside.

"Hjelp! Hjelp! Vær så snill! Kjæresten min! Vær så snill å hjelpe ham!" Tord screams to anyone, Edd and Matt run up behind him as nurses approach them. They try to take Tom but Tord won't let go.

"Sir please let go, we have to help him." A nurse says, Tord tightens his grip.

"Tord you have to let go, it'll be okay, it's okay." Edd pulls his friend away, and Tord rips himself from his grip.

"HVA ER OK MED DETTE?!" Tord held back punching him and went outside to cool off.

~~~ The first hour in ~~~

Edd was holding Matt in his arms while he cried, potentially for their lost friend. 

Edd spares a glance at Tord. He knew very little Norwegian.

"Er du ok?" Tord said nothing, the Norwegian in question was shaking, his leg bouncing he was staring at the door the nurses took Tom through as if Tom was going to walk through.

Edd rubs his back gently.

"It's okay Tord. You did all you could've done."

Edd desperately wanted to believe it was okay but as more time passed even he started to falter.

There was no answer.

~~~ Five hours in ~~~

Matt was asleep leaning on Edd, he had cried himself to sleep. Edd was half asleep worn out from comforting Matt and worrying himself. Edd sighs and looks at the time three thirty-three in the morning. 

Edd looks at Tord, the Norwegian was still shaking, leg still bouncing, and still staring at the door. 

Though Edd noticed the blood started to dry on his hoodie turning brown and he still had the hand towel. 

"Hey, Tord? Maybe you should go home and get changed." Tord said nothing, not even sparing Edd a glance.

Just when Edd was about to fall asleep and a nurse walks over to them. Edd shakes Matt awake, and Tord stands up. 

"Are you boys here for a Mr. Thomas Ridgewell?" 

"Yes, we are," Edd answers, and he stands up with Tord and Matt. 

"Mr. Ridgewell is out of surgery, he ended up cutting open an artery. It's a good thing you got him here when you did he nearly lost 40% of his blood. Which doesn't sound like a lot however at 50% your heart will stop." Matt lets out a sob, he hides his face in Edds's neck. 

Edd hugs back struggling to hold back his tears as well.

"You boys got him here just in time, You all may visit him just be careful with him he's still sleeping, room 1011." 

"Thank you." Edd forces a smile, the nurse gives him a pity smile. 

Tord runs to find the room.

~~~ Thirteen hours in ~~~

At some point, Edd went home to feed Ringo and get a few more comfort items. 

He got them all their blankets. 

Matt has a picture of himself and a mirror. 

For himself, his sketchbook and a pencil along with his lucky cola can. 

For Tord one of his hentai magazines and a packet of cigars. 

And for Tom when he wakes up Tomee bear and Susan.

When Edd gets back Matt is asleep in the uncomfortable chair, he drapes Matt's blanket over him. 

He sets Matt's things on the ground, he walks to the other side of the bed. He hands Tord his cigars and magazine. He sets Tom's things on the desk next to him.

"I thought this might make you feel a little better," Tord said nothing and dropped them to the ground, he stares at Tom's face waiting and watching for any movement.

"Buddy I know it hurts but you need to rest... he wouldn't want you killing yourself," Tord felt his anger bubble up before he could let it out it drowns in his worry for Tom.

"I'll even take watch if you want." Edd sits next to him, and Tord begins to bounce his leg.

"Well If You don't want to sleep maybe just get up and stretch, if you go I'll watch until you back." He did kind of want to smoke it's been a while. God knows he needed it.

He stands up and grabs the packet off the ground and heads outside.

Edd sighs and makes the chair comfortable with his blanket and takes out his sketchbook and begins to draw.

"I hope you are going to be okay." Edd sighs looking over at Tom. He sits up and sets his lucky can next to Tom. 

He goes back to drawing.

~~~ Fourteen hours in ~~~

Edd stretches his arms and looks at his drawing, it ended up being his friends all sitting on the couch. Probably watching the return of the insane zombie pirates from hell 4. His mind drifts off to Tom. Wondering what made him do this, and why didn't he let anyone know.

There was a small noise like somebody moving. Edd looks up at Matt, who was in the same position. His eyes wander curiously to Tom. Tom's black eyes were fluttering open. He squints at the harsh lights of the hospital. 

"Edd?" Tom asks confused. Edd jumps up tears filling his eyes, relief filling his body.

"Where the fuck am I?"

"Why is it bright?"

"Tom! Your okay!" He cheers and quickly pulls his friend into a hug. The noise wakes Matt up.

"Edd is he-"

"He's okay! Toms okay!" Edd cries tears of joy, he makes way so Matt could also get a hug. Both men are careful of his arm.

"Oh thank god I've missed you!" He hugs them both back confused. Both Edd and Matt pull away but keep their attention on the Brit.

Tom looks around, faintly aware of the growing pain in his arm. He looks at his arm, grabs his upper arm, and thoughts of what had happened flood back to him. He sucks air through his teeth, closing his eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Should I go get a doctor?" Edd asks frantically, Tom nods a little.

"Where's Tord?" He hisses clutching his arm.

"Out for a walk... he um... hasn't said a word since you went into surgery." Tom's eyes widen 

Went into surgery?

He shakes his head now isn't the time, he needed Tord. He wasn't sure why he just knew that he needed him.

"I'll go get the doctor," Edd says standing up.

"No!- uh... no could you go get Tord," Tom asks

"Tom you need the doctor." 

"No, I need to see him." Edd passes a look to Matt, and Matt shrugs. Tom grabs his arm in pain again, it was like it was throbbing.

Helpful. Edd thinks rolling his eyes.

"Okay, hang on." Edd pulls out his phone and calls Tord. Of course, there's no response when he picks up, but at least he picked up.

"Tord? He's up if you-" Tord hangs up, Edd nods turning to Tom.

"Still in pain?" Tom nods and takes a few sharp breaths. Almost as if Tord was just around the corner he runs into the room. 

Tom winces at the sight he had dark bags under his eyes, and was covered in dried blood, his hair was a mess and it looked like he had been crying.

"Jeez Commie you look like-" he was cut off.

"ikke Commie meg din jævel du fikk meg til å bekymre deg!" Tord screams Edds's eyes widen.

"Tord..."

"Nei Edd ikke Tord meg! Han fikk meg til å gråte!" Edd sighs and leaves the room Matt joins him.

"Tenkte du i det hele tatt på hvordan du dør ville påvirke oss! påvirke meg?! vet du i det hele tatt hvor knust jeg ville blitt?! hvordan våger du!" Tom understood very little, a word now and then.

Tom let him get it all out.

"jeg elsker deg Thomas! Jeg trodde ... jeg trodde jeg mistet deg ... og jeg kan ikke leve uten deg." Tord gets quieter, he begins to sob. 

Tom felt so bad, he opens his arms. The red commie walks over still crying and lets Tom hold him. Tom rubs his back and tried his best to comfort him. After a while of comfort Tords crying slows to a stop.

"jeg trodde det var for sent." Tord whimpers tightening his grip on him.

"Tord I know very little Norwegian." Tom offers up a smile, Tord sits up and rubs his eyes like a child.

Tom sighs already missing the warmth the Norwegian gave.

"S-sorry." He hiccups and Tom shakes his head.

"No don't be sorry, I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't want it to end like this I just..." Tom sighs

"I don't even know...it just hurts."

"I could have helped, we all could have." Tom shakes his head and covers his eyes.

"I didn't want to burden you all." Tords eyes widened as he pulls Tom into a hug. 

"No Thomas you could never, not to us." Tom cries, and a few years' worth of loneliness and pain comes out with it.

Tord rubs his back and holds him gently as he had done to him.

I guess we both needed this.

After Tom is done he lays back down his eyelids heavy looking.

"Are you tired?" Tord asks softly, Tom nods with a yawn. Tord smiles and leans over the bed grabbing his blanket and Tomee bear.

"Get some rest. We'll talk more when you wake up." Tom grabs Tords hand stopping him from covering Tom with the blanket.

"Please lay with me." Tord smiles and nods.

"Okay."

Tom shifts so Tord could have some room, Tord covers them both with the blue blanket. They cuddle, Tord grabs Tom's hand and rubs it gently.

"I love you, Thomas."

"I love you too Tord."

Edd and Matt smile at them in the doorway.

~~~

Translations (in order) (I know very little Norwegian I'm using google translate so sorry if some of it's wrong.

"Faen! Thomas! Hyorfor?!"- Damn! Thomas! Why?!

"Edd! Matt! Hjelp!"- Edd! Matt! Help!

"He's blør ut, he må gå til hospital!"- He's bleeding out, he has to go to hospital!

"Det er greit Tom... vi skal skaffe deg hjelp og det går bra med deg."- It's okay Tom... we'll get you some help and you'll be fine.

"Hjelp! Hjelp! Vær så snill! Kjæresten min! Vær så snill å hjelpe ham!"- Help! Help! Please! My boyfriend! Please help him!

"HVA ER OK MED DETTE?!"- WHAT'S OK WITH THIS?!

"Er du ok?"- Are you okay?

"ikke Commie meg din jævel du fikk meg til å bekymre deg!"- don't Commie me you bastard you made me worry!

"Nei Edd ikke Tord meg! Han fikk meg til å gråte!"- No Edd don't Tord me! He made me cry!

"Tenkte du i det hele tatt på hvordan du dør ville påvirke oss! påvirke meg?! vet du i det hele tatt hvor knust jeg ville blitt?! hvordan våger du!"- Did you even think about how you dying would affect us! affect me?! do you even know how heartbroken I would be?! how dare you!

"jeg elsker deg Thomas! Jeg trodde ... jeg trodde jeg mistet deg ... og jeg kan ikke leve uten deg."- I love you Thomas! I thought... I thought I lost you... and I can't live without you.

"jeg trodde det var for sent."- I thought it was too late.

[hannahhook7744]

Eddie Balthazar's Application;

Name: Edmund Seraiah Balthazar.

Known Aliases: Eddie, The Rat, The Informant, and Detective Balthazar.

Nicknames or Other: Balthazar Jr, Balthazar, Ed, Eds, Eddie Spaghetti, Edmister, Eddie Teddy, Steady Eddie, Mund, Eddo, Edsy, E, Eddie B, E.B, and E-Man.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: November 10th, 15 years ago.

Place of Birth: Isle of the lost.

Favorite Color: Grey.

Favorite Activity: Going out for midnight slurpees.

Favorite School Subject: Lunch. It's the only time of the school day I'm awake.

Father's Name (or alias): Edgar Balthazar.

Mother's Name (or alias): Sarah Brown.

Father's Profession: None. He's in no condition to work anymore.

Mother's Profession: None. She's in no condition to work anymore.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.

This is a dumbass question and I'm not gonna kiss anyone's ass by pretending that I like anyone from the first wave of Vks enough to deem as my favorite.

Also who even came up with the term Vks and Aks? It's stupid.

I'm not a vk. I'm a kid.

There's nothing that makes me any different from any of your so-called Aks so stop acting like there is.

I didn't ask to be born here. You made it to where I would be. So don't go punishing me for it.

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.

Because I don't know how much longer I can go on taking care of my parents by myself.

They're old. Really old and really sick.

And I'm just one person and a kid in an environment that doesn't really allow me to take care of them in the way one should be able to.

I can't find medication to ease their pain.

I can't find enough clean enough water for them to bathe in.

I can't bathe them.

I can't find food fresh enough often enough to not worsen their condition.

And I can't find anyone trained to help do any of these on the isle.

So while I don't want to go to Auardon I don't have a choice.

I have to.

Because if I don't, my parents will die.

My mom doesn't even recognize me anymore and she keeps asking where 'Jamie' is. She always sounds so terrified, it breaks my heart.

And my dad's mobility is getting more and more limited, and he broke his hip awhile ago.

I don't think it healed properly.

He gets more frustrated as the days go by and I don't know what to do.

I don't want my parents to die.

They might have been old when I was born and I might have gotten a lot of health issues because of it but they were good parents.

They don't deserve to die like this.

To die here.

Please.

Get us out of here.

I don't know how much longer I'll be able to take care of all three of us.

I'm always so tired and hungry now.

I don't want to worry my friends by telling them since I know they'd probably starve themselves trying to help me and my parents.

But I really don't know what to do.

Please.

Take us out of here or send someone.

We need help.

I need help.

Signature:

Eddie B.

[just-wont-shut-up]

you're eating pizza, watching movies

everything's okay, for a moment

your roommate looks at you

"look what john said about you"

you read it once

again

again

you've never met john

messages in a group chat you've never seen before

you put on your earphones

press your clothes

shine your shoes

proper little housewife

"whore"

your course coordinator is asking for pictures of you as a child

"so they know they're messing with people, who have families and people who are about them"

no one cares about you, not really

everyone is expecting you to fall

you send them a picture of you with your gym friends

even though it's not going to help

"i'm an expert in fucking fatties like her"

nothing is going to help

food doesn't feel like food in your mouth

tasteless soggy paste

you throw up as soon as you make it to your room

you don't feel like leaving your classroom

you don't feel like looking people in the eyes

you're hungry and tired

you've never met john

"no one cares about us" she sends in the group chat. "no one cares about the victims"

you don't type anything back

no one cares about you, not really

it's more important that you all are humiliated equally

"i'd fuck her like she deserves to be fucked"

you keep your head down

you keep working

it's worse like this, when it's personal

you've been catcalled before, you're not new to this world

you can't go out in a dress not feeling guilty

you've never met john

you still don't know who he is

"they're going to get them all expelled"

"do you think so? last time they got off free"

"i hope not this time"

"14cm of cock and he can't handle a whore like her"

you want to die

you want to throw yourself out the window

your birthday comes

your boyfriend forgets it's your birthday

you try to pretend it's not a big deal

you try to pretend you've not been crying the whole day

"some days are only nights" someone tells you and you want to punch them in the face

rearrange their nose

"if they gave me fifteen minutes with that fucker, they wouldn't be able to walk"

humiliated

you've never met him before, not really

if you saw him in the hall you wouldn't even know it's him

but there he is commenting on the size of your ass

and what you do with your boyfriend when the two of you are alone

"heard john hired a lawyer"

"is he going to get prosecuted?"

"we don't know yet"

you've never met him before

he's trying to ruin your life

you worked so hard to get this far

you want to pluck his eyes out with your nails

you want to punch him unrecognizable

you and the others unite

through your shared tears

and shame

we don't respect you

we don't fall easily

[mortyvongola2-0]

Itachi Birthday Headcanons

Nobody asked for these but uh, here they are anyway. This man is like, literally perfection. He deserves so much and gets so little 😫

Not me pretending the massacre didn't happen

Little warning, references birthday blowjobs

He remembers every birthday but his own. Especially Sasuke's birthday, he always makes sure to do something special for his little brother. But his birthday? Not anything special to him, treats it like just another day, though he enjoys when his family comes together to celebrate it even if he doesn't consider it to be a big deal.

You always ask him, "is there anything you want for your birthday?" And he never knows what to say. He has everything he wants. You, his family, the possibility of becoming the fifth Hokage, what more could he want? Maybe some sweet dango.

A week before his birthday, he goes on a long mission and doesn't get back until the day of. When he gets back to the village, he's tired, hungry, and missed you greatly. Again, his birthday is completely forgotten.

The Uchiha is startled when he gets home. You had thrown some confetti in his face and cheered, "surprise!" He had to blink away his shock before he fully registered what there was to be surprised about.

You were wearing his favorite dress, an elegant black dress that accentuated your best features but still left plenty for the imagination. There was a trail of rose petals leading from the front door to the bathroom. "Happy birthday!"

He couldn't help but feel his love for you grow. You had prepared a relaxing bath for him, rose petals floating in the scented water, a meal of his favorites that included sweet dango for dessert. You'd bought him a new book as his present and told him that you thought he'd be too tired to have a full family dinner to celebrate so you'd planned one for a few days afterward. Itachi felt so loved, your thoughtfulness more than he thought he deserved.

When you promised him another gift, one that could only be given with you on your knees and him with his head thrown back, he realized he couldn't have imagined a better birthday.

He deserves nothing but the best honestly. Precious soft man.

[whumpmatsus]

Heyo! 👋 hope you're doing well! If you are taking requests right now, maybe some Ichi hurt/comfort? Like maybe he's having a depressive episode one day (me? Projecting? It's more likely than you think 😂) unlike any he's ever had before, and he just doesn't have the strength to do anything, even make snippy remarks at any of his brothers. One (or all, you can pick!) of them notices this odd behavior, and makes it their mission to help him feel a little more like his old self, even if that just means "riding out the storm" with him.

Oof this was really long, lol sorry 😂 but thanks for taking the time to read, I love your writing style! Take care! 👋

eyyy don't be sorry! God I REALLY enjoyed writing this... I love how it turned out

sometimes these guys can be jerks, for sure, even when one of their own is in pain

but... when it's serious... THIS BEAUTIFUL SHIT HAPPENS

please enjoy Ichi being spoiled and surrounded by love from all his brothers because HE DESERVES IT and I love how this turned out <3

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Ichimatsu’s first (and maybe only) mistake is that he assumes his brothers don’t pay that much attention to him one way or the other unless he speaks up.

Or, maybe it’s that he often hopes they don’t.

Because he knows they care; there are little things they all do that remind him that no matter what, they love him. But they all have their own things to do, and most of the time he finds that best. They should be able to do whatever they like instead of wasting their lives making him feel better. He has a bad day or hates himself so much of the time, if they paid him attention whenever he wasn’t doing well, they’d never get to enjoy themselves with other things.

He cares about them, too. So usually he’d rather they occupy themselves with their own interests whenever he’s not feeling well. He can bury things deep inside and pretend those shitty feelings don’t exist and act almost normal. As normal as someone like him can act, anyway. For their sake. They don’t deserve to worry about him.

Today, he’s too tired for whatever reason. His scathing barbs and negative attitude on most days aren’t really fake… on the bad days, though, he can force his typical demeanor so nobody suspects he’s not fine. All they see is sour-faced, ill-tempered fourth brother Ichimatsu.

He can’t even do that much right now. It’s as if the weight of existence and his own mind is pulling him down, further and further, until he’s drowning in his thoughts. Horrible thoughts. Things telling him he’s worthless, a failure, a burden, good for nothing, should probably be dead… too many things to keep track of.

If he were trying not to get his brothers’ attention by being quiet and listless, it isn’t working. In fact, his current behavior has actually done the opposite.

While he’s lying in the corner of the room, curled around himself and wishing he could fall asleep to avoid dealing with these thoughts and feelings, the others are around their table muttering among themselves.

“You guys noticed he barely touched breakfast, right?” Osomatsu is the first to speak up, and he’s doing his best not to look at Ichimatsu too much, simply because he doesn’t want his younger brother to feel everyone’s eyes on him. He’s pretty sure that would just make matters worse.

Choromatsu hums in agreement. “Yeah, no, he just kind of stared into his tea… he might have taken a sip or two, but that’s about it. I don’t think he even ate any rice.”

“Did he even brush his teeth this morning?” Totty speaks up. “Or his hair? It looks messier than usual, and I was the last one in the bathroom before breakfast, and it didn’t look like his toothbrush had been used.”

“Also,” Karamatsu chimes in, “I believe that is the same outfit he wore yesterday. He didn’t sleep in it, but he put it back on when he got up even though it hasn’t been washed.”

Choromatsu frowns and steals a quick glance at the fourth eldest. “Like he… didn’t wanna think about picking something different out, huh? And… it’s kind of worrying that he didn’t brush his teeth or hair. I mean, that’s basic hygiene. It’s like he’s depressed or… some… thing…”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off, and the rest of the brothers exchange a concerned look with each other.

“Oh,” is all Osomatsu says for a moment. Then, “Fuck.”

Before anyone else can breathe a word, Jyushimatsu leans back away from the table and collapses with his head in Ichimatsu’s lap. “Aaaah, Ichimatsu-nii-chan! Baseball practice today? We can do it at the beach!”

Ichimatsu hardly flinches at the abrupt contact, but really it’s because he doesn’t even have the strength to be startled. He doesn’t move to push Jyushimatsu off or bounce his leg to dissuade the him from staying or anything. It’s a moment until he actually says anything, like a delayed reaction from a computer. “Uh. Not today, Jyushi. I’m probably gonna take a nap.”

“Hmmmmmmm… oh, I know! I’ll nap with you! Maybe we’ll dream about baseball!”

All the others watch closely, waiting to see if he gives an average Ichimatsu reaction. Instead, he doesn’t even shrug. “Yeah, if you want.”

Obviously, that’s not what they would be expecting from any other day. They all look at each other again, minus Jyushimatsu who just curls up against his big brother’s side.

Ichimatsu, on the other hand, is so out of it in his own head that he doesn’t realize that he’s done anything to worry his brothers. They should all be paying attention to their own shit, right?

He just feels so exhausted despite that he knows he slept okay last night. All he did this morning was wake up and get out of bed and already he’s… drained.

You’re so lazy. You can’t even put together the energy it takes to read a fucking magazine or something? To do nothing like you usually do? What kind of loser doesn’t have enough energy to do something like watch TV?

What the hell is wrong with you?

He cringes at the sound of his own inner voice berating him, and ducks his head down between his knees. Shit. Everything hurts. Isn’t that right, though? He’s useless. It doesn’t take any effort to just sit somewhere watching TV or reading and yet he’s not even willing to do something like that.

Even though he expects that Jyushimatsu might want to hang out with him, because the two of them are close, he doesn’t anticipate it when Osomatsu comes over and sits himself down across from Ichimatsu. At least, he thinks it’s Osomatsu. He doesn’t really feel like lifting his head fully; it looks like a red hoodie, though.

“Uh, hey, Ichimacchan.” Osomatsu feels a little awkward at first, mainly due to the fact that he’s never sure what to do when Ichimatsu is in one of ‘these’ moods. What works on one day might not work the next time. Previous experience is all he has to draw on, though.

“I noticed you didn’t eat too much at breakfast… you in the mood for something sweet?” Tempting him with one of their favorite treats might put him in better spirits, at least for a minute. “There’s a box of imagawayaki on the counter… there’s three in there, so we can split ‘em. Mom said these ones have chocolate cream in them.”

Everyone else lets out a blissful sigh as they all think about how delicious that’s going to be. Bean paste or custard or even regular cream is always good, but chocolate cream? If they had to fight over those, someone might end up dead.

Ichimatsu offers a shrug in his brother’s direction. “Sure, if you guys want. I’m just not that hungry.”

Osomatsu frowns, and looks over toward Choromatsu who’s thankfully recovered from the imagawayaki imagine spot. None of the brothers would ever turn that down. Even if they weren’t necessarily hungry, they’d make room for something that good. Moreover, given that Ichimatsu didn’t eat anything at breakfast, he should be starving,especially for sweets.

Choromatsu makes his way over, setting a careful hand on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. He doesn’t have any more of a clue what to do than their eldest, so he’s flying by the seat of his pants just as much. Something has to be done… they can’t just let poor Ichimatsu suffer. “Ichimacchan? It’s pretty cold today. How about I turn on the kotatsu, and if you’re gonna nap, you can sleep with your legs under it? That might feel nice.”

Well. That does sound nice, Ichimatsu thinks, because curling up under the heat of the kotatsu is always nice in the winter. But… he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have the energy to even move from this spot. “Oh, yeah… I’ll probably just nap here, though. Don’t really feel like moving.”

“Aaah, but you are cold, aren’t you? I can hear your teeth chattering from all the way over here!” Karamatsu is up in an instant, tugging his leather jacket off his shoulders. Although it leaves him in nothing but a tank top ― and a horribly plain grey one, at that ― it’s a necessary sacrifice for his little brother’s comfort.

He hurries over to where everyone else is gathering and gently drapes the jacket over Ichimatsu’s shoulders. “Hmph… Karamatsu to the rescue as usual! You’re looking cozier already.”

Man,Ichimatsu’s mind comes up with, I try on Shittymatsu’s dumbass jacket one time and suddenly he’s coming up with any excuse to put the stupid thing over me. Do I really want him freezing instead of me? Why don’t I just move my ass over to the kotatsu? He’s gonna catch a cold and it’ll be all my fault because my stubborn ass didn’t move and he took pity on me.

God, I wanna die. They’re all falling all over themselves to do shit to cheer me up when they should be focusing on themselves. I’m fucking trash, making my brothers waste all their damn time on me. Why couldn’t I just do stuff and not make them worry?

“… Ichimatsu-nii-san?” Totty has plopped himself down in front of Ichimatsu, staring in concern at his big brother. Fuck. He’s using that eye voodoo of his, and if he says anything, if he asks Ichimatsu a question, he’s gonna get an honest answer despite the fact that Ichimatsu doesn’t want to admit anything.

He can’t help it, though. Totty’s hand is soft as he reaches up toward Ichimatsu’s face, thumbing away tears that Ichimatsu didn’t even realize he’d started to cry. But his youngest brother is delicate in the way he brushes them, so caring and tender that any little bit of strength Ichimatsu had to keep things hidden away crumbles quickly.

“Hehe,” Totty chuckles, though there isn’t a genuine mirth behind it, “you’re not having a good day, Ichimatsu-nii-san… are you?”

He blinks, and more tears start to drip down his cheeks. This time Totty doesn’t make a move to wipe them away, instead staring at his brother with those big, sad doe eyes, glittering with sympathy.

Ichimatsu lets his head drop again, eyes pressing against his arm and tears soaking into his sleeve. “N-no,” he manages to say in a quiet, insecure, small voice. He hates it. He hates making this stupid confession, because he should be able to take care of himself. His brothers don’t need to be huddled around him, pissing their days down the drain. “I’m… I’m having a bad day.”

With that, it’s like all five of them attach themselves to him all at once. There’s a brief cacophony of worry and reassurances, and a hug Ichimatsu almost loses himself inside of.

“Alright, you hear that, guys?” Osomatsu announces, maybe a bit louder than he really needs to. “Ichimatsu’s having a bad day! Woohoo!”

Choromatsu scoffs. “Ah, ‘woohoo’?? Osomatsu, you idiot! This isn’t a good thing!”

Osomatsu pulls away to rub a finger under his nose with a grin. “Hey, sure it is! He said it, didn’t he? Good for you, Ichimacchan! You’re having a bad day and you said so! Remember what happened when Totty kept junk from us? We need to know this shit! I’m glad you said something!”

Karamatsu’s hand tousles Ichimatsu’s hair as he pulls his brother into a hug. “Yes, Osomatsu is right. You’re having a bad day, Ichimatsu, and that’s just fine. It takes a lot of bravery to admit it, so we’re proud of you.”

“Plus, we’re gonna make this the best bad day ever!” Totty hums. He’s whipped his phone out before anyone can so much as blink, typing away on it. “It’s just about lunch time, so I’m gonna order some takeout! Ichimatsu-nii-san, what sounds good? Curry? Sushi? Ooh… maybe fried chicken? We don’t do that too often… might be a nice treat! Oh, it’s your call, though.”

Osomatsu gives Ichimatsu a tiny bump on the shoulder with his fist. “You and Totty figure that out while I go cut that imagawayaki for us. Be right back, guys.”

… Am I in the fucking Twilight Zone or something? What the hell???

Ichimatsu lifts his head just a little, looking at all his brothers. Totty’s on his phone looking at delivery options, Osomatsu is headed to the kitchen, Jyushimatsu is nuzzled against his side…

None of them are leaving him by himself. They all still want to be here even when his mood sucks ass. Even when he can’t really do anything for himself. Even when he’s being a huge fucking pain and a thorn in their sides and doing literally nothing to contribute to the day.

What the hell are they all doing? Why are they all fine with wasting their day taking care of him?

When Karamatsu presses a couple of tissues into his hand, Ichimatsu somehow finds the energy to use them to wipe his face. Fuck, he hates crying, and he hates people seeing him cry. “Don’t do this,” he mumbles. “You’re fucking morons. You have better shit to do than…”

“No way!” Jyushimatsu aggressively snuggles against the side of Ichimatsu’s stomach, circling his arms around his brother’s waist. “What better shit could weeeee have to do? We’re shitty NEETs!”

Choromatsu chuckles. “Besides, there’s literally nothing more important than taking care of each other, especially when one of us is down and out. Ichimatsu, you… know none of us are shy when it comes to being honest. So, just… try to believe us when we say there’s nothing we’d rather be doing than being with you right now.”

He straightens up, then gingerly taps Jyushimatsu with his foot. “Hey, Jyushi, how about you scoot yourself and Ichimatsu over to the kotatsu? And Totty, are you really gonna make a delivery driver come out in this weather? It’s almost below freezing! Why don’t you go get it yourself?”

“Excuse you, but if they haven’t shut down the delivery option, why shouldn’t I take advantage of it? I don’t wanna leave Ichimatsu-nii-san!”

“Okay, okay… I guess that’s fair. What are you ordering, again?”

“Aaaah, I dunno! I was waiting for Ichimatsu-nii-san to say what he feels like.”

Meanwhile, Jyushimatsu has somehow gotten himself and Ichimatsu over to the kotatsu, and is currently shoving his big brother’s legs under it while Choromatsu moves to plug it in. “Home run, YEAH! Your tootsies will be toasty in no time, Ichimatsu-nii-san!”

“O-oh… thanks, Jyushi…” That’s about all he can say, really. He’s slumped over the table in a matter of seconds, and although there’s no way it can support the weight of everything he feels like he’s being crushed under, feels a little more relaxing than holding himself in a tight ball in the corner.

He’s going to cry again. He’s pretty sure he’s going to cry again. His brothers, his selfish, douche-a-holic, demon brothers… would rather be taking care of him on a bad day than out doing their own things, not touching him or his shitty mood with a ten-foot pole.

Jyushimatsu is cuddled up on one side, and he can feel Karamatsu settling in on the other with an arm around Ichimatsu’s shoulders. That’s it. He’s surrounded by brothers and their warm, selfless-for-once-in-their-lives affection. He has to surrender. He doesn’t stand a chance.

His mind drifts back to the others. “Oh… Totty…”

“Oh! Yeah, mhm?”

“Um… curry sounds good, I guess.”

The impossibly huge smile on his youngest brother’s face comes through even when he speaks. “Oh, great! Curry it is! Okaaaay, I’m gonna get it from that nice place in town. You want it with rice or udon? Or do you want curry bread?”

“Uhh… just with rice.”

“Rice, okay, sounds good! Beef, chicken, or pork?”

“Huh… you mentioned fried chicken, now that sounds good. Does that place do curry rice with tonkatsu on top?”

“Oooh… that does sound good. Yeah, I think there’s an option for that. Chicken tonkatsu with curry rice, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotcha. Is that what everybody wants?”

“Yeah, Totty,” Choromatsu injects, “just order the same thing for everybody. We’ll all eat that.”

“Okay, what about sides? Does anyone want fukujinzuke or rakkyō?”

“Geez, just… just get half of each and we can divide it up if anyone wants any.”

“Okaaay! I’m not ordering drinks from there, though… too expensive. We have tea here. Oh, I’ll get a few orders of pork curry bread, too, in case we want a snack later.”

“Well, make sure you get either three or six.”

“Yeahhhh, Cherrymatsu, I’m not stupid! I’ll just get three; I’m fine buying some, but I’m not trying to go broke! Does that sound okay, Ichimatsu-nii-san? The curry bread for later?”

It takes a moment, but finally Ichimatsu lets out a breathy, almost tearful laugh as he leans against Karamatsu’s shoulder. “Totty… you’re trying to fatten me up… you witch… you’re gonna cook me and eat me… that’s your plan, huh?…”

The whole room erupts into a small fit of laughter, even Totty who’s blushing at being teased. Ichimatsu feels Karamatsu press a kiss to his head, and he sighs. Usually he wouldn’t be able to take all of this… the attention, and Totty blabbering away, and Choromatsu trying to be responsible, and… everything.

At the moment, it feels right. Like things are supposed to be this way. Like he’s supposed to be having a bad day so his brothers can all gather around him and remind him that regardless of anything else, when one of them needs their brothers, everyone is going to be there.

Maybe he needed that reminder.

Maybe they all did.

[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , slight hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐍

he knows what could happen if you remember. he’ll do anything to prevent that.

word count : 1.6k

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀whatever iwaizumi was thinking, he certainly had no logic. honestly, he probably would've been better off just not telling you a thing about oikawa. after all, he should've known from the start it's in human nature to want to push past restrictions forced upon them. and as much as it pained him, he knew he had messed up bad, his anger getting the best of his common sense and regretting it a day later.

⠀he knew you were curious about your boyfriend.

⠀rather, the boyfriend you didn't even know you had.

⠀from the very beginning, hajime could see it in your eyes - the natural attraction your body held as you and oikawa first exchanged short glances towards each other in class. volleyball had taught him to be quite the observer, and you made no effort in being subtle. unfortunately for iwa, oikawa noticed your innocent curiosity as well.

⠀he was afraid to ask you more about what you remember. it was different from the first day you had woken up from your coma, you were completely out of it so your muddled brain couldn't have remembered nor recollected much. now that you were spending regular time at school, just like normal, your memories might have just resurfaced sporadically. as far as hajime knew, you remembered everything, just pretending like you're still suffering from memory loss.

⠀but he knew you weren't like that. you wouldn't do that to him.

⠀you two weren't best friends before the accident, basically just friendly acquaintances who shared the same pain in trying to make the aoba johsai volleyball captain learn how to stop and take a damn breather. you had made it quite obvious in the past that you were an admirer of oikawa's, much to hajime's dismay - but he suppressed such feelings, in fear he'd be seen as too selfish.

⠀and he paid the price by seeing you happy in oikawa's arms.

⠀maybe iwaizumi was biased, but tooru really was more on the shitty side when it came to being a boyfriend. he had asked his peer countless times why he had accepted your feelings when he knew he didn't have time for a relationship; and every single time, hajime would get the exact same answer:

⠀"she made me happy at the winter tournaments, i'm only returning the sentiments."

⠀does causing your car accident count as making you happy?

⠀seeing how determined tooru was to get close to you again, pissed hajime off. what was there to be pissed off about, though? if this was a game, iwaizumi was winning. oikawa lost everything, from his reputation to his girlfriend. hajime was on his way to making you happier than tooru ever could. there was no competition here - he had this hook, line, and sinker.

⠀at least, he should have it in the sinker.

⠀a part of him knew, deep down, he was always default to second place. even without your memories, you still had your conscience, that internal voice in the back of your head that still held its senses. and if your conscience was stupid enough to adore oikawa even after everything he's done to you, how could the ace possibly fight against it? you could've died. and it would've been oikawa's harsh words as the true perpetrator.

⠀he wanted to prove a point to himself, you, and oikawa. that he was worth it. that you shouldn't have to waste your time with a scumbag who took your adoration and admiration for granted. the entire team knew that tooru wasn't the type to put anything over volleyball, and he displayed that when it came to your guys' relationship. while the captain was deserving of any praise he received that was volleyball related, hajime knew that it was unfair for you to be neglected because he spends so much time and energy on it.

⠀"hajime? are you listening to me?"

⠀he turned his head towards you, your words shaking him out of his daze. he blinked a couple of times and sat up, turning his head so his attention was fully on you. "sorry, y/n. a bit tired today. what do you need?"

⠀"huh? i don't need anything." you shook your head. "i was telling you that makki and mattsun were inviting me to go out with them today, just out to eat so they can also fill me in on random things, and to talk a little more. i said yes because they seem nice enough, and you seem to trust them, so i didn't have a reason to say no. i just wanted to tell you because i'm not going to be walking home, so you don't need to take me today."

⠀hajime's heart dropped to the abyss in his stomach.

⠀you were going to what?

⠀he knew exactly what those two were planning on telling you, and he was not having any of it. panic bubbled and almost erupted out in the open, but he saved himself with a deep breath and a plastic smile, nodding his head slowly. "right, i trust them... yeah. you have fun with that." you appeared happy with what he said, giving him a quick hug before walking off. he waited for you to turn the corner before walking off on his own, his jaw clenched and his destination set.

⠀"iwaizumi, where's - " hanamaki was grabbed by the tie as the brunet glared at his former teammate, his eyes anything but nice. "what are you doing? let me go. i'm supposed to be meeting - "

⠀"i know what you're fucking doing," he spat, his grip around makki's uniform only tightening. "this isn't just some random meeting. y/n asked you for this meet up, didn't she? she wants to know stuff, and figured you two would willingly comply." he laughed, more of a mocking volume. "and what do you know, she was right."

⠀"iwaizumi, let me go." the male with pink hued hair snapped more sternly the second time around; hajime hesitated for a few moments before reluctantly releasing his grip on his fellow third year, who pressed his lips together as he fixed his uniform hastily. "you got us," he muttered, his eyes finding iwa's. "she came to us during lunch and kept asking us. you were already on your way back to the table so we simply told her we'd tell her after school. that's all."

⠀"that's all, my fucking ass." pointing an index finger in takahiro's face, hajime shook his head. "you better not tell her about oikawa. she's much better off without that piece of shit in her life."

⠀"but she has a right to know."

⠀iwaizumi's face paled, taking a step back as makki crossed his arms. holy shit, he was serious. he and makki were going to tell you everything. "she's a big girl, iwaizumi. she wants to remember her life before the car accident. i can't imagine what she's going through, having her memories blacked out like that. i know if i was her, i'd want to know every single detail." makki's eyes narrowed. "including the memories that could hurt me."

⠀hajime's hands clenched into fists as he shook his head again in protest, sticking his foot out to prevent the other from walking forward. "over my dead body will i let you do that. the last thing she needs is a reminder of the nightmare he put her through. you won't tell her a fucking word about it."

⠀"or are you just scared you'll lose her to oikawa again?"

⠀just that question was a punch to the stomach as hanamaki observed iwaizumi's reaction. a corner of his lips protruded upwards as he stared at the other male in the hallway, the truth so horribly obvious. "doesn't take an idiot to see how set you are in making y/n fall for you. using her amnesia to your advantage to brainwash her into forgetting oikawa and becoming her new boyfriend... i was on your side at first, iwa. now? you're being just as shitty as he is."

⠀"don't you fucking compare me to him. i'm not like him, and i will never treat her like shit."

⠀"maybe not like shit, but she's certainly more like a prize than an actual person in your eyes."

⠀takahiro watched the frustration boil to hajime's face, taking a deep breath and walking around him before he could be stopped again. "if you excuse me, you made me late. i'm sure y/n will - " he grunted as a sharp pain grabbed hold of his wrist, his eyes widening slightly as hajime seethed at him, jaw clenched and face glowing angrily.

⠀"i said, you're not telling her anything."

⠀"who's going to stop me?"

⠀iwaizumi's smile was anything but pleasant as he pointing towards the school entrance. "mattsun and y/n are waiting for us, right? we shouldn't leave them waiting for too long."

⠀makki's breath hitched in his throat at the realization and cursed to himself quietly, shaking his head as he had no choice but to pull hajime along with him. "your logic is fucked up. y/n is nothing but a trophy for you to show off."

⠀"y/n means more to me than what you could ever hope to understand. keep walking, bastard."

⠀"hajime? what are you doing here?" your face revealed genuine surprise as he had appeared right beside hanamaki, releasing his iron grip on his wrist before exiting aoba johsai. "i thought you were walking home?"

⠀he could see the silent exchange of glances going on between the other two, and he could tell by matsukawa's quiet but exasperated sigh that he understood what was going on. iwaizumi pretended to not notice, however, as he moved to stand next to you. he saw the confusion flickering within your irises, how they were averted towards the ground instead of looking at him. if only he could tell you how important you were to him and why he was acting this way for your own good, maybe you'd understand his side better.

⠀"i figured since i was hungry, i'd join you guys. after all, we all trust each other enough to discuss anything, right?"

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Hi! Can i request a Kunikida scenario where his s/o is terminally ill and they feel like he doesn't deserve to be with a person like them? Bonus points if he takes on the responsibilities of caring for them and it eventually starts burning him out. Feeling a bit hungry for angst today and it would make my day if you wrote it. Good job on the blog btw the Dazai hcs are my fave 😉 stay safe and have fun 😆😆

yay! my first kunukunu! its a nickname from a typo a friend made

warnings: angst, depression (?)

— KUNIKIDA DOPPO —

What was it like?

Kunikida was seated beside you, an tiny smile dipped in agony on his face. His hand was wrapped around your own, thumb rubbing on your palm.

Kunikida doesn’t remember what it was like. To go out with you everyday, run around solving cases and saving the home you called Yokohoma together. Your sleeping figure looked so peaceful, lips parted to release soft puffs of air. Even while nearing death, you looked so happy.

What was it like?

He doesn’t remember what it felt like to not have a sense of doom hanging over his head, weighing on his shoulders and crushing his resolve. A smile was always fixed on his face, and he didn’t know what it felt like to cry, or to frown. He only knew how to smile, and pretend he was alright to keep you strong.

Unbeknownst to him, you knew all of his tricks. It was all too familiar to you. Upon knowing that you wouldn’t make it, the same heavy air came up to choke you. But having your partner by your side brought a feeling of comfort to your insides. However the melancholy he felt was something you saw, and something you hoped you could save him from.

In a breath, you lost it all. The life you so desperately treasured, the life you could never go back to. The dreams you shared with the love of your life could only remain as dreams.

Kunikida sighed, getting up to leave the room and outside to get fresh air. The breeze crept under his clothes as endless thoughts circled his head.

What was it like?

What was it like to be truly happy? To laugh with you without a worry? Without the knowledge that you were going to die?

Kunikida was tired. He was tired of smiling to keep you strong, taking care of you when he knew you were going to die soon.

He was tired of you.

Guilt built up in his eyes at the idea. He loved you, and after all you’ve done for him, he was going to give up on you? How could he even face you after thinking that way?

He wished for everything to end.

His phone rang, and the words he dreaded so much to hear delivered him a sick feeling of relief.

In a breath, he lost it all. He lost the pretty grin that sent jolts to his core, the tears and frown, the laugh, the sweet taste of your lips, and the melody of your voice.

He lost you.

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full name:

Reina Nakahara Osamu

nickname(s):

Rei

title(s):

Shifter

age:

Forties???

gender:

Female

sexual orientation:

Heterosexual

looks:

hair color:

Dark brown

eye color:

Brown

height:

4'10- barely

apparel:

Reina is unlike her sister in that she doesn't set trends, and she doesn't care too much either. If she wants to dress cute, she will, and if she doesn't, she won't. No matter what she wears, people are sure to be staring at her.

tattoos/scars/piercings:

Reina has no tattoos, but a few deeper scars here and there on her torso and back, mostly from combat. She also has a handful of remaining scars from self harming during a prolonged period of depression. She only has her first ear piercing right now, but she does plan on getting more once she has a bit of free time.

ability:

Reina has an amplified version of her mother's abilities. Meili can shift into a tiger at will and Reina can shift into any animal anyone could ever dream of at will. The bigger the animal, the harder it is to shift in and out of it, and it can get tiring. If she stays in one animal form for too long, she risks the chance of being stuck as that animal for eternity, and even a nullification ability wouldn't work on her then.

personality:

Reina is a very loving, gentle woman. Once she loves someone, she will love them forever and ever, they have her undying devotion. She is kind and thoughtful, though she's a bit on the quieter side. While her sister Airi very much likes attention, Reina is okay without always being in the spotlight. She will downplay her achievements to make others look good, but she usually knows what she deserves. If she thinks she's qualified to do something or deserved better, she usually isn't afraid to say something. And don't be fooled, she's a beautiful woman with an equally kind heart, but she's still a Mafia member. She won't hesitate to literally rip someone to shreds.

likes/dislikes:

Reina loves Dazai Osamu and their children more than anything, there's no doubt about that. She also loves her family, even when sometimes she feels as if they don't love her back. She enjoys the occasional shopping spree, she has her family's taste for lavish things, and she loves anything that is cute.

She dislikes getting confrontational with people she's close with, and she absolutely hates when people criticize her relationship because of their age gap, or because it will be Dazai's second marriage. She also doesn't like salad, believe it or not. She would do anything to avoid eating salad, and she can't stand women who go out and order salad and pretend they aren't hungry after.

dom/sub:

Reina is definitely a submissive, there's no doubt about that. Maybe she'd be on top a handful of times, just to say she's been on top of her lover, but she much prefers when he's dominant.

family tree:

Chuuya Nakahara~ Father (deceased)

Meili Nakahara~ Mother (alive)

Airi Nakahara~ Sister (alive)

Jurou Nakahara~ Brother-in-law (alive)

Kazuki Nakahara~ Nephew (alive)

Hana Nakahara~ Niece (alive)

Shiro Nakahara~ Brother (alive)

Kaida Nakahara~ Sister (alive)

love interest:

Dazai Osamu~ Husband (alive)

children:

Taiyo Osamu~ Son, alive

Tsuna Osamu~ Daughter, alive

backstory:

Reina was born as the third child to Meili and Chuuya Nakahara, the younger sister to Airi and Shiro. The first six years of her life were as normal as her siblings, she lived with her parents, she went to school, and she trained lightly. Her abilities kicked in when she was about six, proving what an ally she would be to the Mafia when she got older. However, it was about this time that her brothers abilities kicked in, and he whisked her with him to a faraway dimension. What was a night for her family was eight years for her, and by the time she returned back home, she was fourteen. She was a bit hesitant and timid at this time, unsure of what to do, especially with every males newfound attraction for her. She didn't stay fourteen for long, going to a round of new dimensions with Shiro's abilities, and finally coming back at the age of twenty. When she returned the second time, she ended up forming a romantic relationship with Dazai Osamu, her fathers partner, and over twenty years her senior. Her relationship, once unveiled, caused a rift between the two men and was the reason their partnership ended. Not too long after, she went on a mission that ended in her being sexually tormented for two weeks. She came back utterly broken and was a shell of her former self for months, until she finally revealed to Dazai that she was pregnant with twins. When he found out, he struck a deal with the Fox to heal her, and she has since given birth to two beautiful children, and has a ring on her finger.

other:

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