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the urge to write smut of Brazil Hinata or timeskip Oikawa has hit me square in the face

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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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Ferb’s birthday is on February 29th (leap year day).

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HAPPY NEW YEAR BAILEY !! I HOPE UR DOING WELL <333

TYSM!!! I HOPE YOU ARE TOO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

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I'll be back one day maybe soon

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A Quiet Life | Ango x Reader

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synopsis: you work in the restaurant under Ango's office

Warnings: fluff lmao also not entirely proofread but is kind of.

when Ango has a long day, he's so grateful for the fact that you work so close to him. The restaurant downstairs from his work is a popular spot among other employees, he hears his coworkers rave about it all the time. He hears one too many comments about the cute server and speculations about whether they're single. In the break room, on his way to grab a canned coffee before everyone else's work day ends but his, he overhears some commotion; if he was drinking something he would've spit it out in shock,

"It'll be friendly competition; we can all give it a shot and if we get their number we win."

"win what?"

"bragging rights."

Laughter flutters throughout the room and dies down as everyone notices Ango standing stiffly in the doorway,

"Ango, would you want to join us for dinner too? You should take a break, you deserve it."

He pauses and stares awkwardly at the group, torn between telling them that "cute server" won't appreciate being hit on by their boyfriend's subordinates, or just saying he's busy. He chuckles, trying to fill the silence a bit,

"I can't, I'm sorry. I have a couple things to finish. But, I wouldn't recommend going through with your game."

They stared at each other awkwardly before one speaks up,

"Oh, why not?"

"I don't think their boyfriend would like it; I've seen them get picked up from work... it looks pretty serious."

Disappointed sighs sound throughout the room. As Ango buys his coffee the group discusses new dinner plans, and Ango walks back to his desk peacefully.

When his papers are finally organized and all he needed to do is done, Ango strolls down to your work, tired but happy all the same. When he walks in and hears the familiar chime sound, you're clearing off his usual spot. He lets the stress fall off his shoulders as he sits down, listening to the sounds of cups clinking and flames burning in the kitchen. The place is empty, as it always is when he's finally done with work. You bring him a water and sit down across from him after you send his order to the kitchen, thankful your boss lets you get out of your closing duties to spend time with him.

"Seen any guys from my office here recently?" he asks tentatively.

"A couple, I think. Why?"

"They were planning to have a competition. Who could get your number first." you raise a brow,

"Really?" you laugh, "Where'd you hear that?"

"The break room. Earlier they asked if I wanted to join them for dinner too."

"And what did you say?" you pry.

"I told them I was too busy..." he trails off, "And that I'd seen you with your boyfriend before."

you reach for his hand across the table,

"Were you jealous?" you tease,

"No." he answers suspiciously quickly,

"It's alright if you were."

"I'm not worried about them," he smiles and chuckles to himself. And, truly, he isn't worried. He trusts you in a way he hasn't trusted anyone for a long time. It's easy to sit there and hold your hand and convince himself that everything is okay. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

His dinner is gone as soon as it comes out and the two of you head home, walking close together, fingers locked, to combat the cold night air. He looks around at buildings you pass and streetlights that look like stars. His commute home always used to be so lonely. Nowadays, he can't remember the last time he felt like that. He stops walking.

"Ango?" you turn to face him, confused.

he stares at you in silence. he lets go of your hand,

"I've had this for a while," he starts softly, "I knew I'd need it, I just didn't know when."

"...Had what?" he reaches into his pocket, nervously pulling something out,

"This." he gets down on one knee.

The street is empty save for the two of you and some passing cars. The streetlights shine a warm light. You step back, laughing, your hands flying to cover your face. He begins to get nervous. Are you laughing because it's ridiculous he thinks you'd ever marry him? Because there's something on his face? He feels as though he's going to pass out, but he stutters his words out as best he can,

"Will you marry me?" Is all he can say, and he curses himself for it. How he wishes he could describe just how deeply in love he is with you. If only he had the words to describe the ways in which you've brightened his life. If he could only say something.

"Yes!" You blurt out, kneeling down to his level.

Now he really thinks he'll pass out.

"You're sure?" is all he can manage,

"I've never been more sure in my life." You say softly, your voice cracking as you hold back joyful tears.

He doesn't bother putting the ring on your finger before rushing to hug you. His arms wrap tightly around your back, and his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. As he pulls away you take his face in your hands, kissing him desperately. He can't help but smile into it, lost in the way his cheeks hurt at how widely it spreads.

He lets go and kisses the back of your hand, a tried and true gentleman.

note: I can't be bothered to continue this I am absolutely conking out rn.

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To Hold the Sea Update

Hey guys, I know I tend to put out chapters for To Hold the Sea about every week, but I haven't written anything new for Dazai's side and I've been kind of overwhelmed by school and the holidays :( I want to get back into writing for it a bit more but I just haven't yet, Don't worry, though, I will absolutely be following through and finishing the series as intended! Thank you to the few of you who've been following it so closely <33

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 19 A

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synopsis: helping Ango finally decompress :)

warnings: implied drinking, domestic fluff haha

Your day at the agency is sort of slow. It’s a little difficult to get through without falling asleep at your desk. Somehow, though, you’re still happy. Everyone in the office takes note of it, too.

“You seem to be feeling better,”  Atsushi comments as you exchange some papers with him. You laugh lightly,

“Things have gotten easier, yes,” you say. Dazai rolls over on his chair,

“You do seem quite peppy.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Hot date tonight?”

“Oh, leave me alone.” You shut him down before Kunikida can. Atsushi laughs, awkward and confused,

“Uh, have fun?” 

“...Thanks,” you sigh.

At the end of the day, you’re a little behind. You decide to stay after to finish things up. You only realize by around 6:30 that you forgot to tell Ango you might be running late. He hasn’t texted you either, though; it worries you. You call once you’re on the way, but he doesn’t answer. You can only hope he’s still there when you arrive at his office. Walking into the building, you're worried by the lack of lights on, but his secretary is packing up tiredly, and a faint light from his office door catches your eye. You find Ango practically buried under a stack of papers; he gives you an exhausted nod,

“Hello… I don’t think I’ll be out for another hour or two.” he sighs. You frown at him,

“Who the hell pushes all this to you anyway?” he doesn’t respond, just keeps typing away. You sit down across from him with a huff of frustration,

“You didn’t answer my call either. Thought you coulda’ died,” you mutter. He laughs incredulously,

“You have that little hope for me?” it makes you laugh a little too,

“Yep.” he takes his eyes off his laptop to look at you,

“Look, I… I’ll just finish this part and we can go. I’m sorry; I know we had plans.” you give him a sympathetic look,

“It’s okay. Thank you…”

You can tell he’s trying to get it done as fast as he can, typing furiously, a focused wrinkle to his brow. By the time he’s finished, however, it’s already dark. When he closes his laptop, you get excited to run over to grab his coat and hand it to him. He smiles to himself as you hurry over with it,

“Thank you.” 

“I’m just excited to get out of here.”

“I am too,” he says, reaching for your hand; you hold it tight.

“I have an idea,” you giggle,

“Hm?”

“Trust me.”

“Oh God,” he rolls his eyes in jest; he follows you closely anyway. He shivers and sneezes a bit when you get outside,

“Are you still sick?”

“I just can’t seem to shake it.” you sigh,

“Maybe some rest would do the trick.” You say flatly. As you walk, he wonders where you’re headed, but it only takes him a couple of turns to put two and two together. As you approach a familiar alleyway he smiles bittersweetly.

“Gonna order a tomato juice?” you smirk.

“I might switch it up tonight, who knows.”

“Well, it might be easier since you don’t have any secrets to keep.” he nods.

“Right?” you look at him expectantly.

“I may have a few more tricks up my sleeve,” he says, trying to act nonchalant. Walking down those stairs so happily is like a breath of fresh air. Sitting down, you take the same spots you used to; like usual, there aren’t many people. The barkeep must recognize the two of you, he seems to do a double take. You order your drinks and sit idly for a minute. He clears his throat a suspicious amount of times.

“Seriously, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he says, punctuating his sentence by attempting to suppress his next cough.

“It’s cold tonight. Maybe you should’ve got a hot tea.”

“I’ll make some at home.”

He barely touches his drink when it arrives, maybe because he’s so busy staring at you. He knows you notice; he makes no effort to hide it.

“A toast?” he asks, holding his nearly full glass toward yours (half full),

“To what?”

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I just wanted to.”

“To us?”

“To us.”

As always, he doesn’t hesitate to pay or shove any cash you attempt to take out right back at you. He is, after all, a man of consistency. He shivers again when you walk outside, wrapping himself tightly in his jacket. You pat his shoulder and rub it comfortingly. You think he’s cute, his cheeks red maybe not from just the cold, all bundled up in his coat,

“You’re cute.” his cheeks grow redder,

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” he purses his lips and looks to the side, refusing to answer. You play with his sleeve idly, he looks down at where your fingers toy with it. He seems so much calmer than he did earlier. Your walk is calm and romantic, the cold air forces the two of you closer together; the ambiance of the city seems to make a melody. Arriving at his door, he sighs in relief,

“I’ll probably just take a bath and then go to sleep, sorry to disappoint,” he coughs again.

“You should call out tomorrow,” you say, unbuttoning his coat as he looks down, flustered.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” You hang his coat on its hook.

“Too much to get done.”

“Most of your work is on the computer, though. You could do it from home.” You walk into the kitchen comfortably, opening the fridge to examine its contents.

“They prefer to have me in the office.” he follows you in, coming to your side to watch as you investigate his groceries (or lack thereof).

“Ango, please, what’s one day?” You turn to him, closing the fridge with a subtle thud, and suddenly it crosses your mind to loosen his tie.

“It’ll be two this month.” you frown at him,

“Let me give them a call.”

“...No.”

“I can write you a doctor’s note!”

“No, please.” You put a hand on his forehead, he stares up at it,

“Yosano could write you one.” he sighs deeply but you don’t let him speak,

“I’ll call you out. You seem warm enough, you’re exhausted, you’re still coughing and sneezing. I mean, God, could you just take care of yourself? Just go lie down. I’ll run your bath.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Zip it.” You say as you untie his tie fully, “Go relax.” You kiss him on the cheek and, as if that was what convinced him, he makes a beeline for his bedroom without another word. You smile to yourself as he walks through the hall, trying his best to keep his posture presentable.

note: Dazai's next chapter may be a little while, unfortunately. I've been less motivated to write his side, I guess. ALSO, I loved writing this so so much. Ango enjoyers please enjoy.

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3:26 PM | Yuuta Okkotsu

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synopsis: domestic college AU fluff <3

Yuuta loves when you come to his dorm after your classes, not for any reason, in particular, other than sharing the same space as him. When you're tired after a long lecture, all you want to do is fall into his bed and take a nap. He makes sure it's tidy and the sheets are washed, sometimes even throwing a blanket into the dryer to warm it up for you. When you text him you're on your way, he's waiting at his door until you get there for you to tell him about your day. While you settle in, he sits at his desk and finishes whatever work he needs to do. The smell of him and some lavender pillow spray you bought him to help him sleep fills your nose. As you drift off, he sits on the floor next to where your hand lays off the bed. His head lolls back, resting inches away from your face. He doesn't want to disturb you, he knows sleep is important, so he sits quietly, closing his eyes and falling into a daze of his own.

"Yuu?" your soft voice wakes him quickly,

"How was your nap?"

"Would be better if you came here," you say, scooting back and patting the empty space on the bed. He gets up groggily and slumps down next to you, his eyes heavy with fatigue. He lays faced away from you and pulls your arm over his side to hug him tight.

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 18 B

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synopsis: You head home with Dazai.

warnings: ew romance. sentimentality.

You think of visiting Ango, but, knowing how tired you are, it doesn’t feel worth it. Besides, on the off-chance he went home on time, you’d have wasted yours. When you exit your office, you see Dazai walking down the hall.

“Going somewhere after work?” he asks.

“Home,” You say flatly, “I’m just tired.”

“Would you mind having company?” you smile as you think it over,

“No, I wouldn’t.” he smiles back and places his hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you down the hall.

“Did you have dinner plans?”

“Takeout.”

“Order whatever; I’ll pick it up.” You close your eyes and lean onto his shoulder,

“Thank you.” You sigh.

“Anything for you, dear.”

“Oh, shut up.” you laugh, embarrassed. He says nothing else but snakes his hand down your arm to lock fingers with yours. You welcome it, squeezing his hand sweetly. You walk down the street, letting cool fall air brush over you happily. You’re squished together on the train, but it’s fine; you’ve been closer. When you get up to your apartment, you bicker back and forth about which appetizers to order. Compromise is difficult, but, thankfully, possible. You lay down on the couch while he goes to pick it up. You’re only half awake when he comes back and sets everything down on your coffee table. You can't tell if you just imagined him kissing you on the forehead. Dinner is quiet but comfortable. He made an effort to pay again; it feels strange, not that you don’t enjoy it. In your groggy haze, you find the confidence to comment on it,

“You stopped trying to be a mooch.” 

“I thought maybe it was time for a change.”

“Hm. I’m not complaining.” he laughs at your muffled words and stuffed mouth. Dazai glances around the room aimlessly, but you watch as his eyes land on your old CD player: the one you kept in your old apartment with him. You watch as he tilts his head, still staring at it intently, maybe reminiscing on your time together back then. He breaks his silence,

“We never did buy those market lights.”

“Hm?”

“The lights for your old apartment. We didn’t get the paint either.”

“I’m surprised you remember.”

“How could I forget?”

“It seemed like you did; we never bought them, you never brought it up again.”

“I wish we would’ve. It would’ve made the place feel more like a home.”

“I didn’t know you got hung up on these things.”

“It’s in my nature to think and think again.”

“Oh, I’m aware.”

It’s strange to hear Dazai, of all people, talking about ‘home.’ It was something he never claimed to have or need. He barely thought he earned any right to have one.

“You think my place is homey now?” he thinks about it for a moment,

“Certain rooms.”

“Which ones?” he doesn’t respond, he just smirks at you slyly. You chuckle.

“It’s nice outside tonight.” he deflects,

“It is? I thought it was cold.”

“Well, it is, but the view looks nice.”

“Do you want to sit on the balcony?” he looks at you and smiles,

“Do you?”

It’s a clear night, you can see the buildings all lit up for miles. It’s a shame you live in the city; maybe one day you’ll have a balcony to see the stars. Or a house. Maybe one day the two of you could. The blanket you brought out miraculously covers both of you. Much to your delight, it forces you to be in close quarters. It must look kind of stupid, the two of you in adjacent chairs, a blanket stretched across them. You don’t know when it happens, maybe you’re too deep in thought, but at some point, Dazai grabs your hand. You lean your head on his shoulder. After a couple of minutes, he gets up,

“Be right back.”

in the meantime, you bundle yourself in the blanket. When he returns, he leaves the door open just a crack, and you can hear music playing from what you can only assume is your old CD player. He reaches a hand out to you,

“Would you like to dance?” He looks so pretty; the light of the moon and the soft, yellow light from inside your apartment compliment him beautifully. You grab his hand and he fixes the blanket around your shoulders as best he can before moving his feet gracefully to the music. You let him guide you through his motions, twirling and swaying, being careful not to trip on his feet. He uses what little space you have effortlessly. The balcony feels like a ballroom, romantic and lively. 

“You’re such a romantic.” you quip.

“I was born to be a Renaissance man, I’d argue.”

“I feel like you’d belong more with romanticists or Van Gogh.”

“You think I belong in an asylum?” he asks, faux offense riddling his features.

“Sometimes,” you shrug; he laughs.

“If only I’d never met you, I’d never have been so crazy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Crazy in love.”

“That’s corny,” you say as you lean your head on his chest. 

Days and nights pass by easier with him around. Maybe things were meant to be like this. Maybe, if you had the chance–  if the two of you had lived normal lives– you’d have been like this the whole time. But, even if given the chance to live a ‘normal’ life, would you take it? Is the reward for living ‘correct’ worth the possibility of losing someone like him? You hold him tighter.

“Something wrong?” he asks, when he looks at you his hair falls so perfectly; it makes you want to cry. You grab fistfuls of his shirt as you push your teary-eyed face into his chest. His body tenses at the act, but he relaxes and hugs you softly after his initial shock,

“Was I too corny?” he jokes. You huff and nod, still somewhat hiding your face,

“I missed this. I missed us being like this.”

“Weren’t we always?”

“No. I felt like somewhere along the line you were done with me.”

“Done with you?” he asks incredulously.

“Like you just kept me around for my sake, not ‘cause you wanted me around.”

“Darling, how could I not want you around?” He laughs, patting your head soothingly.

“It’s just— You have a tendency to be… absent; you know this.”

“I do, yes.”

“You’d stay with me but it never felt like you were really there…”

“I know,” He sighs, looking up to the sky,” But I needed someone, and you were always there. I’ve never forgotten that.” You look up to him and he leans down to you,

“May I?” He asks,

“Of course.”

He kisses you softly; It’s more innocent than it normally is. It makes you smile. He pulls away from your lips and gives you a peck on the forehead.

“You were right, it’s really cold out here.” he chuckles.

“Yeah…” You say, shivering a little. The two of you go inside, cold one way, but warm in another.

note: I am so struggling rn

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 18 A

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synopsis: You visit Ango.

warnings: awkward energy, suggestive situations

You gather your things quickly and head out the door. You wave to Dazai on your way out. As you stand idly in the station, waiting for your train, you begin to worry. What if he isn’t there? What if they won’t let you in? You decide to give him a call; it’s the easiest way to get a quick answer.

“Ango?”

“...Yes?”

“Are you still at work?” he laughs tiredly,

“When am I not?”

“I’ll be there in, like, 10 minutes.”

“Oh. Okay… see you soon.”

You awkwardly exchange goodbyes as the train comes into the station. You can't help but tap your foot nervously against the floor as you stand in the crowded space. Why are you so nervous? It’s normal to go see him. He doesn’t feel weird about it, right? You suppose you’ll know when you get there. You’d visited his office a long time ago, only once. It’s a little tough relying on your memory, but it serves you well. You make no mistake remembering which floor and which ways to go. Checking in at the front desk, the secretary gives you a happy smile,

“He’s expecting you! Right this way.”

He smiles at you when you walk in; you always forget how big his office is. 

“I have things I need to finish, but feel free to sit down… what did you… come here for?” he tries not to sound so awkward.

“I was just here to say hi,” You laugh to yourself, “I’m sorry, you seem busy,” you mumble.

“It’s no problem. Did you need something?” he clears his throat; he sounds a little better than he did a few days ago, but no doubt he’s still a little sick.

“Are you seriously still sick?” he seems taken aback by the question.

“Um, a little, yes. My immune system isn’t the strongest.”

“I wonder why,” you deadpan, “have you been working all week?”

“Mhm.”

“Uh-huh.” you give him a knowing look.

“That’s just the way it has to be. I’m fine.”

“You’re working overtime. Again.”

“What of it?”

“It’s excessive.”

“It’s necessary.”

“Is it, though?” you give him a sympathetic look; he stands behind his desk holding a stack of papers, looking down at them contemplatively. He sighs,

“I… have a lot to do.” You look at him, disappointed. You walk towards him slowly, your posture welcoming and caring. 

“You’ve done enough,” you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

He lets his head fall back and looks at the ceiling. He breathes in deeply,

“I can leave at 6:30. Stay if you’d like,” he says, slumping down into his seat. You keep your hand on his shoulder. His muscles are tense with stress. You decide to leave him alone and sit across from him, keeping yourself busy with your own tasks. 

Waiting for him is a true test of your patience. Punctual as ever, he starts to close everything up at 6:29. As he gathers his things, you get up and help him; you hurry towards his door and grab his coat, bringing it over to him. 

“Thank you,” he smiles, embarrassed.

“Don’t mention it.” You hold it open for him to slip his arms in. It feels so domestic, so loving. You spin him around and smooth the fabric down his chest. He stands stiff and awkward, not sure how to react. He stumbles over himself a bit,

“Thanks- Thank you,” he mumbles, swallowing hard.

“Mhm.” you hum proudly. As your hand falls down his chest, you resist the urge to interlock it with his. Instead, you hold your bag with both your hands to keep them busy.

“Ready?” you ask. He nods. The two of you stop at a convenience store on the way to the station for a quick bite,

“Are you coming to mine?” he asks hesitantly.

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.” You nod. Most of your commute is silent, but it’s comfortable, and the two of you stand close to each other, relaxed. Arriving at his apartment, when he puts his bag down you take to his shoulders again, helping him out of his coat. As it did earlier, it flusters him; it’s cute. He sighs in relief when it’s off, watching drowsily as you hang it up.

“You don’t have to do that.” He says weakly.

“I don’t mind.” You smile and settle in. It’s easy to get comfortable; everything is still in the same place it’s always been. You lay back on his couch and watch as he walks toward the fridge,

“Want something to drink?”

“I’m okay, thanks.” he pours you water anyway. He walks over, his tired posture and stress looming over you; you can only imagine how it feels to him. He turns on the TV and falls back on the couch, not realizing how close he is to you. He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples, staring up at the ceiling. You hesitate, but swallow your nerves and make the first move,

“Your shoulders are so tense.” You say, placing a hand on the one closest to you. He relaxes a bit and embarrassment crosses his face,

“Aren’t they always,” He laughs,

“Well… yeah,” you mumble, slowly tracing your hand down his arm. He leans into your touch; it gives you confidence. When he turns to you, his eyes half-lidded, it doesn’t surprise you how easy it is to lean in. He kisses you with all the energy he can muster, his hand resting on your waist. As he pulls away, he sighs,

“You’re… beautiful.” not knowing what to say, you take him by the shirt collar and drag him to hover over you. Your heart swells with pride the redder his face gets,

“We shouldn’t. Not now- if that’s what you’re…,” he stutters,

“Oh, sorry. Sorry. Uhm, I get it.”

“I just, you’re in the middle of a lot right now. I don’t think it’s right for you.”

“That’s okay,” you reassure him, “I understand.”

“I, uh, figured you would. I’ll take a rain check,” he says with an awkward laugh. You laugh too,

“See you after work tomorrow though?” Ango asks, a hopeful smile on his face.

“Yeah.” you smile back.

note: I meant to put these chapters out sooner but I actually had a lot of trouble writing for Dazai and then I got sick 😪

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 17

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synopsis: The time has come to work towards your decision.

warnings: the horror of choice

The thoughts you’re left with are conflicting. You see Dazai at work the next couple of days and he’s normal; you can always count on him to act like nothing’s changed. It scares you sometimes, as impressive as it is. But, strangely enough, Dazai has never scared you enough to make you step away. There was something so captivating about him: something you always assumed anyone could see; he just had that way about him. You saw it at the most random of times; like this morning, when he was making his coffee. He hummed quietly to himself, a certain sway in his step.

“Morning.” he quips casually,

“Morning.” you smile lightly.

“Sleep alright?”

“Better than I have been.” you chuckle

“Good.” He pats your back gently before heading back to his desk.

It leaves you thinking about him as you begin to make your drink. It’s nice to feel cared about. But that leads you somewhere else: Ango, who’s always cared for you.  How long had it been since you spoke? 3 days? 4 days? Pulling you from your thoughts, Yosano taps you on the shoulder,

“You alright? You’re about to spill the water.” you stop yourself quickly from overflowing your cup,

“Oh! Sorry…”

“You seem distracted lately.”

“Mm… yeah, I have been.” 

“I’m in my office if you need me.” you nod, thinking over the offer,

“Thank you,” you smile. She nods back as she leaves the room.

As you walk back to your office, the hallway feels like it stretches on forever. The sound of Rampo complaining about something to Kenji bounces around in your head; your ears feel like they’re full of water. Exhaustion. You bet that’s how Ango feels most days; the thought makes you laugh but it’s hardly funny. You remember what he said about visitors.

Every document you look over melds into one. Words lose their shape and meaning. When the clock strikes five, you have a decision to make.

Visit Ango                     go home

note: ;)

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[miikishii]

BSD Dazai x reader Royal au would be so cute! I haven't seen this AU in awhile. So I'd be very interested to read it ⭐w⭐

thank you thank you thank you for the response!!! anon I am so excited to get to work on it lol <3 any characters you'd like to see specifically?

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd au #bailey speaks!

[miikishii]

anyone interested in a bsd royal AU dazai x reader?

:)

plz lmk any other characters you would like to see included as romantic interests, I am prone to making choose your own story series

this idea is very much in the works don't get your hopes up lol

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd imagines #ango x reader #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #atsushi x reader #kunikida x reader #dazai fluff #bsd royal au #bsd au

[miikishii]

To Hold the Sea | Ch. 16

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synopsis: Decisions are difficult, and so is holding yourself together.

warnings: angst :(

Waking up in the evening wrapped in Dazai’s arms as the TV plays gives you deja vu. You couldn’t count how many times you’d done this. You couldn’t always describe how it felt. Some days, in the now-distant past, it felt like being smothered by a ghost. It was effortless how lifeless he felt hovering over you, always giving that pale stare as if you were the empty one. Later, he warmed up, seeming to look through you with the intent to prove something; You’d never know what. But now, you don’t know how it feels; you don’t know what to think. It’s fine. It always has been. Even so, when something shifts, you’re prone to being cautious. You love Dazai. He’s always been important to you, but is it like that? You’re not sure. It makes you want to cry.

“Awake?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah…” your voice breaks a little as you say it.

“Everything okay?”

“No.” your voice breaks again, “I’m just… so confused.” he sits up and begins to rub up and down your arm soothingly.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you cry, “Ango… and you. And me! Us! All of us!” you drag your hands down your face with embarrassment, “I haven’t the words to describe how any of this feels; they all contradict themselves,” you begin to laugh, a little bit concerningly, “It's hilarious! It doesn’t matter what I choose I just have to change my life forever. I just have to make a decision that might ruin my fucking life!” Dazai looks down, trying to gather himself, but, when he looks at you, you find his intent stare again; it makes you want to scream, so you do a little bit,

“That- God- that face! What are you looking for? You look at me like you’re searching for something, what is it? What do you want from me?” You shake with your sobs, not wanting to stop, trying to let it all out. Dazai barely says a word for what feels like forever, simply keeping his position behind you, a hand on your arm.

“I hate this. I hate us,” you say, the words bitter on your tongue.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t. I wish I could.” you whisper, “Things would’ve been so much easier that way.”

“Even so, you spent all that time living for my sake; living for someone who couldn’t find value in their own life. And you never called it a waste.”

“Because you’re not a waste,” you choke out.

He looks vulnerable. He looks different.

“I'm not. You taught me that.” he smiles. You cry even harder. When you look at him through teary eyes, you swear you catch a tear fall; just one. You try to gather your thoughts,

“I just wish- I can’t make a decision like this. I feel like I’m choosing to let go of so many things. I don’t hate change; I’m just not ready for this one.”

“Then take your time. No one’s forcing you to make decisions. I’ll be here when you need me, I’ll be here when you don’t.”

“It’s always easy to say that, though, isn’t it?” You laugh bitterly, “But you want a decision and you want it fast. And I don’t want to decide.”

“But you do, it’s just hard; that’s why I’m here now, that’s why Ango is back in your life. You want to narrow it down, find something one has that the other doesn’t, but we’re completely different. That's what makes it so difficult; we’ve barely a thing in common.”

You hate that he understands this all too well, that he’s probably thought about it a thousand times over, just like you, and no doubt Ango’s done the same.

“I love you. But… I don’t know if it’s like that; let alone if it’s right. For you or for me. You’ve always said things like that aren’t for you. How can I know if you’ve really changed your mind?”

“It’s up to you; you’d just have to trust me, and so would I.”

“I trust you, but I know you.” he looks dejectedly to the side,

“I know me too.” He looks disappointed.

“You promised me we’d stay together either way. I trust that; I trust you.” he smiles and leans his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist,

“You’ll make your decision in due time, it’ll be what’s best.” 

you look up to the ceiling, trying not to let gravity pull more tears down your cheeks. He holds you, his hands wrapped around your torso, his face in your chest. Your moments together are Renaissance paintings. Each as beautiful and devastating as the next. Each encompasses a different kind of love that makes the both of you think and then laugh, look at each other only to smile and look away. If God exists, it doesn’t love you. 

When he goes home, leaving you with your thoughts, a certain clarity washes over you. Tomorrow is a new day. You have time to think.

note: goddamn chapters have been short. sorry!

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[miikishii]

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN JAPAN … .ᐟ┊hq mini-series masterlist.

it’s been raining in manila, hindi ka ba nilalamig?

premise. when the storm clouds clear overhead, our love blooms. through the thunderstorms and rain showers, all i see and love is you.

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. timestamps series. rain as a central theme. 24 hrs clock. fluff (with some suggestive moments). standalone oneshots. majority are set pre-timeskip. oneshots are tagged as romantic or platonic.

notes. series updates irregularly. all oneshots are unrelated to one another. more oneshots tba.

series soundtrack. raining in manila — lola amour.

indiv. playlist. found here. ( wip. ) <- updated regularly.

𖧧 :: platonic. ☘︎ :: romantic.

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN …

── MIYAGI .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ karasuno high.

[ 19:21 ] — sudden downpour. 𖧧

⌗ shōyo hinata. tobio kageyama. kei tsukishima. tadashi yamaguchi. hitoka yachi.

[ 15:55 ] — singin’ in the rain. ☘︎

⌗ shōyo hinata.

˳༄꠶ aoba johsai high┊seijoh.

[ 18:37 ] — freshly mown grass. 𖧧

⌗ tōru oikawa. hajime iwaizumi. issei matsukawa. takahiro hanamaki.

˳༄꠶ shiratorizawa academy.

[ 07:24 ] — puddles. 𖧧

⌗ wakatoshi ushijima. satori tendō.

── TOKYO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ nekoma high.

[ 23:42 ] — last train. 𖧧

⌗ tetsurō kuroo. kenma kozume. morisuke yaku. nobuyuki kai. shōhei fukunaga. taketora yamamoto.

[ 16:36 ] — shelter. ☘︎

⌗ kenma kozume.

[ 03:24 ] — power outage. ☘︎

⌗ tetsurō kuroo.

˳༄꠶ fukurōdani academy.

[ 21:02 ] — double take. ☘︎

⌗ keiji akaashi.

˳༄꠶ itachiyama institute.

[ 10:39 ] — after hours. ☘︎

⌗ kiyoomi sakusa.

── HYŌGO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ inarizaki high.

[ 19:57 ] — fireworks. ☘︎

⌗ shinsuke kita.

[ 02:19 ] — pitter patter. ☘︎

⌗ rintarō suna.

[ 18:25 ] — couch hog. ☘︎

⌗ atsumu miya. osamu miya.

── NAGANO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ kamomedai high.

[ 19:52 ] — fireflies. 𖧧

⌗ sachirō hirugami. kōrai hoshiumi.

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