Notes:I’ll probably never post on time. Sorry. Anyways, I know we already had a lot of Dazushi, but once I saw this prompt, none other pairing would leave my mind.
by soft kisses on his lips, was nothing new for Atsushi.
every morning around the same time, and once he opened his eyes, he was greeted
by the sight of brown, warm and yet somehow distant ones – by now, he was sure
they would always be distant, no matter what. After blushing a bit like always,
he would snuggle closer to the warm comfort of his lover’s arms. They would lay
so for a while, Dazai’s face hidden in his white, messy chopped hair, accompanied
by the quiet breathing of his lover and the sound of their beating hearts.
hour later, Atsushi would finally gather the energy to stand up and leave the
warmth behind, so he could drag himself into the bathroom to take a warm,
soothing shower. Only minutes later, he would feel arms warp around his waist,
knowing Dazai followed him in. While it was mostly because Dazai liked to be
near him all the time, Atsushi knew for a fact, that used the warm water to
wake himself up. Yes, Dazai was the first to wake up. Around 2-3 in the morning.
No matter how much his lover wanted to hid it, Atsushi saw the bags, concealed
by make-up, beneath his eyes and the occasional closing of his eyes for some
seconds. It was easy to see behind Dazai’s mask, once you knew when and where
themselves for work, Atsushi would drag Dazai into the kitchen and seat him on
chair, ignoring the usual winning of his lover.
“You’re my pillow, Atsushi-kun~” or “Don’t leave my side, or I might die of loneliness!”
would procced to make them a simple breakfast, consisting of eggs, bacon and fresh
bread with some coffee, mostly for his lover, and tea. Atsushi didn’t like the
bitter taste of coffee very much, so whenever he drank it, Dazai knew immediately,
that something was wrong.
eat and Dazai would finish as first, then he would lay his head onto Atsushi’s
shoulder and hum some melody, until Atsushi finished. After that Atsushi left
everything in the sink, knowing he would have the afternoon to wash the dishes.
After that both would, even though Dazai
unwilling, walk their way to the agency, so that they could begin their work.
Nothing is going to dissuade me from the visual of Allura, sitting alone at her kitchen table. A cup of tea in her hand as she reflects on the news she had received from Vox Machina. The room is silent, calm as she watches the steam slowly rising from the cup.
All is peaceful until the door slams open, rattling on its hinges, to reveal Kima standing in the doorway. She’s breathing heavily, her cheeks pink from her mad dash from the castle, her eyes glowing as she practically vibrates with barely suppressed excitement.
(sorry for my bad english but this is something i need to say)
I had an bad experience with my last exboyfriend, i didnt remember it that bad, he was a good men, he was there when i needed, we called echother all the time, we played, he hang out, he helped me with my projects, he was admi from my facebook page, he was kind and cute
we were fine for 2 years until i started to work and study at the same time, my school become a nightmare, also the job needed me 100% and… i started to spend less time with him, i explained him the situation but he didnt cared….
that was the time when he showed me his true colors
“where were you? why arent you caling me” “why are you so busy?” “you dont love me?” “you are so cold all the time” “why dont you think about my feelings, you are the worst” “i love you! you must give me attention!”
i had problems in my life, trying to make everything work is difficult, i tried to explain, i really, REALLY TRIED with all my fucking heart i tried to be nice, i spend time with him, time that i needed to slept, i even stop going to parties or my fathers´s birthday, all because i needed to spend time with him….
it has turned intro something horrible i couldnt control it, i did what he wanted because i loved him, because he was my friend, and if he said that i was bad, it had to be true…..
until all the love disappear and all the pain stayed, he turn intro something i needed to do just because i had to…not because loved him….
and he got angry……he started to cry and i say how horrible i had become…….and the last thing he told me was that i was a “heartless monster”
maybe i am….maybe i am not
…i just wanted him out my life……..
i block him, and i hope he stay like this forever, i am so tired to think i am the worst person ever…that i didnt deserve anything, i was tired
i dont know if i was wrong but for my healty….this was the right choice
Probable actual scenario: US tourists visiting to exploit the cheap pound they’ve heard about, but otherwise in possession of no data about the UK newer than Errol Flynn’s THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD, while walking the ancient cobbled streets of Olde London Towne spot a Sikh bobby and some hijabi ladies coming out of Boots with Clarins bags, and lose their shit.
(Best response seen so far for its sheer irony: the one about how every male in Shoreditch has been forced to grow a beard.)