Be Careful...they Bite

i'm imagining chuuya curled up all dainty and warm in his expensive silk pajamas while snoring like a malfunctioning chainsaw in dazai's ear every night. dazai hasn't slept since whatever god forsaken day they started sharing a bed. he lies there with a pillow over his face every night and agonizes while chuuya shifts and honks like a goddamn foghorn

dazai! not on your public account!

there's a word for people like them

it feels weird because you’re gay blockhead .

fym it means nothing . r u a little slow perchance

does the horrid sorry genuine typo glorious demon prodigy have a favorite anon………

— guess ( might be obvious ) ( I ACTUALLY ACCIDENTALLY PUT HORRID LMFAO ) ( fuckjign idk if i should clarify all slash lh slash nf2a idk. yeah scurries off )

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i have no favourites because i’m waiting for dream girl anon to come by and sweep me off my feet…..

but i’d have to say gun anon i think!!!!

and i am not horrid. I’M OFFENDED

sometimes selfshipping means bluetoothing your period cramps to your f/o. thanks for handling those for me babe :) ily

I wonder if chuuya’s parents ever stopped hoping he’d come back. if they still left the porch light on every night, just in case—so it wouldn’t be dark if he somehow wandered home. I wonder if they kept his room the same, sheets smoothed out like he’d be back any minute, his favorite stuffed animals still sitting on the bed like they’re waiting for him too. maybe his mom still buys the cereal and pasta he liked when she goes to the grocery store. maybe his dad never fixed the bathroom doorknob because he said he’d show chuuya how to do it since chuuya wanted to learn to use a drill. maybe they still set an extra place at the table on his birthday. maybe his toothbrush is still in the cup by the sink. maybe they leave the window cracked open in spring, just a little, like they used to when he said the air helped him sleep. I wonder if they ever stop living like he'll still walk through the door one day.

Your F/O loves you no matter what. Not just when you feel good about yourself or when you’re laughing at your own jokes, but even when you’re curled up in bed, tired and overwhelmed just from being alive. They love you when you’re crying and don’t know why, when you cancel plans last minute because everything feels too loud, or when you’re quiet and don’t have the energy to talk. They love you on the days when your clothes don’t feel right and you don’t like what you see in the mirror. When your skin is acting up, when your voice shakes, when you’re too nervous to speak or too tired to smile. Even if you’ve been distant or moody or feel like you’re too much—they don’t see you as broken. They see someone real, someone who deserves love.

They love you when you’re doing well, when you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, when you talk excitedly about something you love. But they’re also right there when you forget to eat, when your hands shake, when you’re crying at 2 AM and feel like nobody could ever understand you. They don’t just love the good parts of you, they love all of you. And they’ll stay through every hard moment, remind you how much you matter, and be right there—whether you need a hug, a quiet moment, or just someone to sit with. That’s how strong their love is. Don’t you ever forget it too!

I wonder if getting smacked in the head by a skateboard could be what finally jostles some sense into kaoru cause me personally i'd NEVER fumble kojiro for a whole damn decade

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