#this isn’t that good

[piichuu]

♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano

KEISUKE BAJI

“are you kidding me? you know you can’t sleep without me, so why even try?” he swiftly begins to collect the blankets and pillows you’ve spread out on the couch, carrying them back to your shared bedroom. “we don’t have to talk about anything, just don’t act as if it can’t be solved.”

you sit on the edge of the couch, watching him putting all the blankets and pillows to their old places. sighs and huffs leave him as he moves around in the room, clearly still frustrated after the fight between you two, but he refuses to not sleep in the same room as you.

it doesn’t take too long before you finally enter the bedroom to find him changing into a pair of sweatpants. “if i see you trying to make a bed for yourself there again, i will carry you here next time, so go sleep,” he says as he lays down under the covers, watching as you do the same.

you glance over at him, staying still on your back with your hand outside the blanket, making it easy for baji to reach for it with his own, intertwining your fingers together without saying a single word. he is slightly turned to his side, but his eyes are closed and you can’t help but smile slightly, perhaps you might be able to solve the fight tomorrow or it may already be solved.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

“hey, we don’t have to do all this, okay? let’s go to bed and talk everything out before we go to sleep,” he kneels by the couch where you’re laying, putting his hand over your shoulder.

your back is turned to him and eyes shut close, trying to stay quiet as he keeps speaking, asking you to join him in your shared bed. maybe it would be for the best? would you ever really be able to sleep without him by your side? how can you even stay mad at him when he’s being sweet towards you even though the two of you were yelling at each other only an hour ago.

eventually, you begin to sit up and look down towards him. he reaches for your hand before leading you into the bedroom so the two of you can lay down beside each other.

“i’m sorry for overreacting,” you whisper as you lay on your side, keeping eye contact with him but he simply shakes his head, flashing you a light smile. “you didn’t, i get why we were both angry at each other, we’ll do better next time we’re frustrated,” he strokes your cheek before leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips. “as long as we solve it at the end of the day, it’ll always be okay.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA

he tried, he really did try to fall asleep without you by his side, simply because he wanted to respect your privacy and allow you to be in your own little bubble, but he can’t fall asleep. he can barely close his eyes as he can only think about you and how he shouldn’t have raised his voice as much as he previously did. he needs to apologize and beg you to come to bed, otherwise he might break down and cry, not that he would admit it.

“hey baby, i’m sorry for earlier,” he whispers as he sits on the edge of the couch, stroking your leg lightly as you open your eyes to look at him. mitsuya looks back at you for a moment before wrapping both of his arms around your waist and helping you up into a sitting position before pulling you in for a warm hug.

he hides his face in the crook of your neck while holding onto you tightly. “we’re okay, right? i’m sorry for acting the way i did,” mitsuya speaks quietly and you lean further into him, closing your eyes while doing so. “we’re okay, i’m sorry too,” you mumble.

the two of you keep holding onto each other before he opens his mouth once again. “will you come sleep in our bed?” he asks and you smile softly before nodding your head and following him into the bedroom you two share.

KEN RYUGUJI

he sighs as he watches you try to make a bed for yourself on the couch. his arms are crossed and he’s leaning against the wall, eventually rolling his eyes when you begin to walk towards the bathroom to brush your teeth. ken quickly grabs your arm, pulling you towards him so you cannot walk any further.

“you’re not sleeping out here tonight,” he says and you stare back at him, trying to stay mad as the two of you look at each other. “yes i am, you don’t have any control over me.” “i don’t have control over you but i think we both know that we can’t sleep without each other, so stop making a bed for yourself out here and sleep in the same bed as me.”

for a second, he almost looks unsure as he speaks. he bites at the inside of his cheek, waiting for your reply as he keeps holding your arm, afraid to let go. “am i allowed to brush my teeth?” you ask and he nods, loosening his grip on your arm so you can leave for the bathroom and he can get ready for bed. he still doesn’t know if you will decide to join him or not, but he stays hopeful.

ken slides under the covers and looks towards the door right until it opens and you come inside. you don’t say a word as you lay down beside him and he lets out a sigh of relief before moving slightly closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist like he always does. “i’m sorry,” he whispers as you rest your head on his chest. “i don’t ever want to make you feel like you can’t sleep in the same bed as me.”

you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, letting out a quiet hum. “i overreacted a little as well, it’s not all your fault. we’ll just do better next time,” you admit and he nods, smiling gently as he holds you as close as he possibly can.

MANJIRO SANO

sleeping in a different room than your boyfriend was much more of a difficult task than you thought. you have come to the realization of how much his tight hugs and warm cuddles helped you fall asleep at night, how comforting they were. no matter how mad you previously were at him, you can’t help but miss him, even though he’s only a room away and fortunately, he seems to be feeling the same.

he doesn’t bother keeping quiet as he walks through the door and into the living room to find you on the couch, eyes wide open. manjiro tilts his head to the side for a quick second before taking a giant leap and jumping onto the couch, landing right on top of you so all the air in your lungs go out.

you can’t help but giggle as he clings onto you, not wanting to be without you for another minute. he places a few kisses to your cheeks before resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “never sleep out here again,” he mumbles before poking your cheek. “or i might die.”

he then proceeds to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss and you nod, reaching your hand to his head to gently brush your fingers through his messy blonde hair. “let’s never fight again,” you whisper and he hums in agreement, gripping your shirt as if his life depended on it. “never again. i wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

SHINICHIRO SANO

your boyfriend was never one who would yell at you nor raise his voice whenever you did something he didn’t enjoy. instead he would try to act as if nothing was wrong, not wanting to communicate his feelings and this was something you didn’t like. he always pretended like everything was okay as if he can’t speak to you about his feelings, so you eventually decided to ask him what was wrong and after lots of convincing to speak, he couldn’t take it anymore. he lost it completely, yelling in your face and asking you to leave him alone.

perhaps this was your own fault for pushing him so far, so you decided that it was best to let him be alone for as long as he needed. he never usually snapped like this, so you quickly understood that something must be wrong, but there’s no idea in trying to help him when he doesn’t want you there. so you’re now on the couch, just awoken from your sleep as you turn to your side and notice shinichiro sano sitting on the floor with his head on the edge of the couch.

you shake his shoulder lightly to wake him up and he quickly does, instantly looking up at you with tired eyes and messy hair. you move a little so there’s space for him to lay down beside you on the couch which he quickly does. he puts his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for yelling at you. i know you just want what’s best for me and i shouldn’t have treated you like that, i’m so sorry,” he sniffles.

“it’s okay, shin. i’m sorry for trying to pressure you into talking, but it really does help if you would communicate your feelings to me. i always want to know whenever you’re feeling down or if there’s something i’ve done that you don’t like. i won’t ever get mad at you for any of that, so there’s no need to hold your feelings back, okay?” you stroke his head and he nods frantically as he grips onto you tightly.

you place a kiss to the top of his head and cup his cheeks so he’ll look up at you. he wipes his tears away and takes a deep breath as you give him a sweet smile. “are you feeling better now?” you ask and he nods. “mhm, thank you. i will make it up to you tomorrow, let’s just cuddle and sleep now, i missed you so much.”

[impvlsivee]

Jiara oneshot

Based on them pictures

JJ is not as interested in recklessness and violence as everyone seems to think. He doesn’t like it or enjoy it, but he understands the necessity of it that his friends don’t.

Logic dictates that when dealing with murderous psychopaths, you gotta think like one if you’re gonna beat them. JJ doesn’t understand how he’s the only one who gets that.

It’s always a chorus of ‘we can’t do thats’ and ‘this is really stupid JJ’ . And that’s cool because someone has to be the wild card that pushes everyone else into motion otherwise no one would fucking move.

JJ accepts his role as the wild card.

What he doesn’t accept it when one of his friends tries to also be the wild card. There can’t be two, goddammit. And he recognizes that the reason he’s the wild card is because he has a self-sacrificing streak 3 miles long and at least half a mile wide.

Point is, he really doesn’t care much about himself. So if taking a few beatings for his friends, the people he loves most in this world, is as good as he gets, fuck, that’s enough for him.

But then, Kiara goes and starts trying to be the second wild card, except the only person she’s trying to get moving is him.

Move him from the ocean to the life boat, from the boat to the island, the island back home. Like she figured out that if she puts herself in danger with him, he’ll stop putting himself in danger. It’s only to keep her safe, but he doesn’t think she gives a shit as long as he stops taking head trauma.

It may be a “taste of his own medicine” kind of thing because he wouldn’t put it past Kie to be saving his ass while simultaneously teaching him a lesson.

But this, this is different. And JJ is livid.

Rafe, the fucking prick, sent a message to them, more like stuck a knife through a piece of paper against the Chateau’s front door. It was simple, “meet at Tanneyhill. Kie and Sarah only.”

And really, JJ starts laughing cause is he fucking serious? But Sarah and Kie look at each other, something passing between them.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he says, John B. and Pope nodding along. Cleo’s face hold a reserved look that tells him she’s probably going to agree with the girls.

“This is clearly a set up, like we know this,” Pope says.

“There’s only one way this ends,” John B chimes in.

“Guys we have to at least think about it,” Sarah offers

“Sarah no -…” John B starts, but she stops him.

“No listen. Rafe isn’t going to stop. He’ll come here. He will come here. And maybe it won’t be when we’re all here, maybe it’ll be when it’s only one of us. Or he’ll just burn the goddamned house to the ground. But if we do this, if we meet with him, at least we have some control. At least we know what we’re walking into.” She reasons, and JJ has to admit, she isn’t wrong.

She isn’t right either.

Still.. “Okay princess, let’s say you and Kie go. What do you expect the rest of us to be doing? Cause I’ll be damned if I’m sitting here waiting for y’all wondering if he fucking murdered you. Ya know, cause he’s a murderer?” JJ doesn’t think he should have to spell it out but apparently he does.

“Rafe isn’t an idiot. He’ll know you guys are nearby. So we play into that right? We don’t deny it, but he still gets what he wants because you guys are hanging back,” Kie speaks up for the first time in a minute.

“And what if he takes you into the house? What if we can’t get to you?” JJ asks frantically because this is not a good plan. He’s had enough bad ones to know.

“Then you do what you do best,” she responds. The meaning is clear; figure it the fuck out.

Cleo snorts and says, “Don’t worry ladies, I’ll be there to make sure we actually save your asses.” The boys look at each other but none argue because really, without Cleo, they’d probably still be stranded on an island.

And that’s how JJ lands himself beside John B, Pope, with the addition of Cleo, for the 2nd time, outside the wall that surrounds TanneyHill, watching Sarah and Kie approach the lions den.

“This is a really fucking bad idea, like truly one of the worst we’ve had,” he grumbles.

“Dude we heard you the first 10 times you said it,” he hears Pope mutter to himself.

“Personally, I think they’re gonna be fine. Tough girls, man,” Cleo states.

JJ gives her a look. “What blondie? Spit it out,” Cleo remarks.

“Ya know he shot Sarah right? Like this is the guy who shot her,” he retorts.

“And she’s alive, no? I know you’re scared but you ain’t doing her no favors by doubting her,” she says, pointedly looking at JJ, who suddenly feels too seen.

“Shit, he’s taking them into the house,” he hears John B say.

They all whip their heads around to look, and sure enough, Sarah and Kie are following Rafe into the house.

“We should move closer. The odds of us getting there before something really bad happens are low when we’re this far back,” Pope urges, mild panic in his voice. JJ doesn’t blame him considering Pope has gone 3 for 3 with Rafe.

Collectively they move as silently as they can, which isn’t that silent because they’re all stumbling over each other, except Cleo who hops the wall with no issues.

She gives them a look like they’re all idiots, and then keeps moving.

They all move as quickly and quietly as they can until they reach the front door, ducking behind the various bushes and shrubbery to make sure they aren’t seen.

Then from above them, on the balcony, they hear voices.

“Rafe I don’t understand what you expect from me!” Sarah is all but shouting at him.

“You should’ve chosen us, your family! But you chose those dirty pogues. Dad almost died, okay? I was there for him, me. And where were you? Off with the guy who almost killed him. I should kill you, Sarah, but I won’t because I promised him I would bring you back,” Rafe shouts back. JJ’s heart rate kicks up because this kind of yelling is familiar.

There is no love in Rafe’s voice. It isn’t even anger, it’s indifference, it’s righteousness, it’s finality. JJ knows the sound. Rafe will do whatever he has to, to get Sarah to go with him, and then it clicks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whisper shouts. He starts to move and feels John B grab his arm.

“Dude what are you doing?!” John B questions.

“He’s using Kie to get to Sarah! He wanted her to come because she won’t be able to defend herself against him, and he’s betting on that. He’s going to hurt her, dude.” John B is shaking his head.

“We don’t know that. You have to stay down.”

JJ turns himself around and grabs John B’s arms, “Think about it. He separates us and asks for only Kie and Sarah. Why does Kie need to be here? She doesn’t. The only thing she’s here for is leverage. He’s betting on the fact that if Kie’s hurt, Sarah will go. He doesn’t know we’re here for sure, and he doesn’t know we’re close. He thinks he has time, enough time to get Sarah to do what he wants. He’s banking on us not making it in time, and then he really gets what he wants which is Sarah dead, and maybe Kie too because he’ll kill them if they don’t cooperate. Either way, Kie is collateral and fuck that. He’s lost it JB. I have to get up there,” he is begging John B to understand. To hear what he’s trying to get out. “If we don’t get up there right now, someone will get hurt regardless of whether he gets what he wants,” JJ says again.

John B looks at him for a moment and then nods, but before JJ can move, the noise starts on the balcony.

“Fuck you, Rafe! She isn’t going anywhere with you!” He hears Kiara yell.

“Kie… you.. you really don’t understand do you? She comes with me, or you both die,” JJ swears out loud and he’s moving.

The goddamned doors are locked. The fucking asshole.

“You won’t kill us Rafe. Dad would never forgive you if you killed me and I’ll tell him if you hurt Kie,” Sarah says, her voice is surprisingly calm.

JJ hears a loud “whack!” and then a thud.

“Kiara!” Sarah screams.

JJ kicks the door open and runs inside. He doesn’t hear John B following him, or Pope, or Cleo. All he hears is te sound of Rafe hitting Kie and Kie hitting the floor.

He’s going to fucking kill him.

JJ finds his way to the balcony doors just in time to watch Rafe grab Kiara by her hair and lift her up. His gun is pointed at Sarah, who is sobbing and begging Rafe to stop.

JJ tries the door handle but that one’s locked too. Goddamn this bastard.

He kicks and kicks and suddenly feels John B at his side. Pope and Cleo must still be downstairs, doing fuck all.

All JJ knows is he has to get to other side of that door because Rafe is dragging Kiara towards the edge of the balcony. Logically he knows the fall won’t kill Kie, but he doesn’t care.

Rafe throws her over right as John B and JJ break through the doors. They rush Rafe, John B grabbing the gun, JJ putting him in a head lock.

The scuffle is short lived and JJ takes the opportunity to knock Rafe unconscious with the butt of his own gun. Then he’s moving again. He can’t hear anything; the ringing in his ears is too loud. He feels himself stumbling down the hallways of the mansion; he can’t breathe.

There’s muffled noises coming from behind him, and finally he reaches the doors he kicked open not 5 minutes ago. And he sees her. She’s up, standing with Pope and Cleo, who had seen what was about to happen, and started moving the patio furniture cushions underneath the balcony. Kie’s bruised but not severely injured.

He almost feels his knees give out under him, lets out some sort of choked groan, and then Kie looks at him. She must read in his face how fucking scared he was because she is moving towards him instantly. Sharing a near death experience connected them in a way JJ doesn’t understand. But he knows Kie understands for both of them, and that’s why she knows how close he is to panicking.

He can’t move from where he’s standing so he just reaches out to her when she’s close enough. She slides into him and puts her hands on his face.

“I’m here, I’m okay. We’re okay.”

“Kie..,” he gasps out because the idea he could’ve lost her. That, while not the highest fall, she still could’ve broken her neck, pulls the breath from his lungs in a way only primal fear can. And JJ is familiar with primal fear, but not like this.

“Kie I can’t…. You can’t….,” he doesn’t even know, just that he still can’t fucking breathe.

“It’s okay, Jaje… it’s okay. You got me and I got you,” she tells him, trying to convey all of the things she’s feeling; all the ways she’s trying to get through to him. To remind him this isn’t his fault, that she knows he fought to get to her, that she is safe here with him.

His eyes meet hers, dazed, reliving the horrors of the last 24 hours, but especially the last 2, replaying over in his head even while he meets her eyes.

And Kiara was so fucking afraid that she wouldn’t see her friends again when she’s figured out Rafe’s plan. But mostly, in the secret part of her heart, she was most afraid of never seeing JJ again.

He leans down resting his forehead against hers. He takes a long, deep breath. And he can smell them both, but there’s something familiar about Kie, underneath the sweat and blood, that he doesn’t even notice.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her up so she’s flush against him. His body ignites and he’s pretty okay with that. He feels her arms go around his neck, her face pressed into the crook of his neck.

He whispers for only her, “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again, Kiara.”

“I won’t.”

JJ thinks that’s as close to ‘I love you’ as they will get.

For now.

Two weeks later he tells her he loves her because life is just too goddamned short, and even if she doesn’t love him back, at least she’ll know he’ll always come for her.

Turns out Kie loves him too.

No shit.

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For @arcticaid

This was not beta’d I literally wrote it off the top of my head so I hope it’s decent at least. It’s been awhile since I’ve written fanfics. Be gentle. Thanks

[angelfic]

annabeth and grover frantically submerging percy in water the way you’d put an iphone in a bowl of rice

[ciderbird]

academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”

[ato-dato]

Go on, burst every one of his bubbles why don’t you

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Abby and Gregory discover Michael is an artist too

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[tragedykery]

the best characters are ones that suffer from a chronic case of Dramatic Cunt Syndrome

[radicalposture]

‘how did disney let them make andor omg!’ ‘lol netflix let them make blockbuster that’s so funny’

[warlenys]

i actually do not think aziraphale is gonna kiss crowley all tenderly he is gonna rip his glasses off throw them on the floor grab his collar and kiss crowley with the same ferocity he kissed him with. aziraphale is ravenous. he’s already had his first taste. that shit is not gonna be sweet and gingerly. it’s gonna be pornographic. like the ox

[jerseymuppet]

i’m being so serious when i say some of you need to get off the internet and go out and interact with people face to face. being constantly and only online has turned some of you into deeply mean and unlikeable people because you’ve forgotten that you are talking to other human beings. and the worst part is that you treat it like it’s something to be proud of.

[flickerintwilights]

okay yes you’re being very normal BUT. “what makes you think he was a hero?” “because he kills monsters.” “what makes you think that she was a monster?”

“not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero, and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster”

“…and against all odds, he managed to find his way to a happy ending”

[awkward-aro-ace-princess-76]

I love villains that are the reverse of the idea that the absence of love makes you evil. Villains that love to the point of paranoia and obsession. Villains whose love for someone corrupts them. Love being used for awful, evil things. Using love to justify horrific actions. Anything that breaks down the toxic idea that people who don’t feel love are monsters and those who feel love are always pure and heroic and morally right.

[ato-dato]

Aziraphale please! He’s been through enough!!!

[lesbianballofgender]

Aziraphale would be livid