Reading Amazing Fanfiction, Then Forgetting To Bookmark It

What the fuck

So my mom went and got a storage unit in my name, and putt all my stuff in it without telling me. Now, I’ve got to pay off the late fee and the storage payment, or I lose everything. My bed, my clothes, my journals, my art portfolios, my son’s clothes, his bed, his toys.

I’m going to lose everything if I can’t come up with $100 in the next two weeks. I fucking hate my life. I just want all this shit to fucking end. Even if I got a job tomorrow, I still wouldn’t have the money by the due date. I thought I finally got away from her abusive ass, but I’m still fucking suffering because of her. What the fuck what the FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

attacks @wanologic with a knife

Wally’s Bird 3

Dick: *throws himself onto Wally’s chest, face first* What is this? I’ can’t understand anything!! *waves a paper in his face*

Wally: *pushes it away* You can’t read it because whoever wrote it was Russian.

Dick: I don’t care how fast they were typing! This makes no sense!!! *whines and shakes the paper harder*

Fic idea

Atsushi dying and getting transmigrated into one of the irl authors' books and having to go through a bunch of them(books) to try and get back to his world

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bungou Stay Dog cast Additional Tags: Dazatsu Month 2025 (Bungou Stray Dogs), Wedding Fluff, these bitches gay, Good for them, dazai is a disaster bi, genderfluid atsushi, Hurt/Comfort, dazatsu month 2025 day 21 wedding, Post-Canon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Weddings…

Not something that Dazai Osamu actually thinks about.

And why would he? Since he could remember, he watched his parents run off on “vacation” with other people of the same gender. Could see in the little film negatives playing in his head with them screaming and throwing things at each other. Could remember watching, on the streets in his little trash-bin, couples having dates with people he knew weren’t their real partners. Watching his foster father bring young girls into his marital bed. (Girls old enough to be his daughter. Maybe that’s why Elise and Mori’s relationship never really bother him. One, Elise wasn’t really real and was actually the same age range as Mori. Second, for three years his foster father wasn’t the only one paid him to keep his mouth shut everyday. His foster mother did as well and at least her’s was over the age law. He learn how to manipulate people and get paid for it from them. So he’s a bit thankful.) At ten, he watched as this led to a murder-suicide

ROTTBD

Jack: Okay! Here’s my list of you losers. *smacks a piece of paper on the table*

Merida: I’m a cinnamon roll that kills?

Rapunzel: Awe, I’m a cinnamon roll? Thanks Jack!

Jack: Of course and we all know that the flying lizard is the ‘looks like he’ll kill you but is a cinnamon roll.’

Hiccup: *smack Jack, forgetting how strong he is as a Viking* Hey! Only I can call him that. Right bud?

Toothless: *wiggles in happiness*

Jack: *snatches his paper back and scribbles out Hiccup’s name with a pout* Note to self; Chiefy-boy is not a cinnamon roll.

I saw a tiktok about Ron yelling at Hermione and embarrassing her in public (he would never), and Draco punching him in the face and I am so. Tired.

Like. We’ve already established that once Ron is committed to his relationship with Hermione, he’s peak husband material. He’s lovely. Househusband extraordinaire. But the idea of Draco Malfoy beating him up???

I like Draco as much as the next person, but we need to acknowledge that he’s a lil bitch. Every time he pisses someone off, he eats shit. Ron beats that twink into the ground on the regular. Come on people, let’s be real.

happy birthday wally🥳🎂⚡

Dazatsu Month Day 1 and 8 (WIP)

“I can’t do this anymore Dazai-san!”

“Atsushi-”

“I have to leave. I have to get away.”

“Calm down. Atsushi!”

“Osamu! Please.”

“….”

“I have to go. If…if I stay here….Please Osamu. Let me go.”

“….Okay.”

Dazai Osamu let out a loud groan of boredom as he spun his chair. Gods does he hate paper work. How does Kunikida enjoy this? The six years he known this silly little man, he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Paper work this, paper work that.

Ugh.

Dazai could feel goosebumps of disgust run up his tied up arms.

“Oi! Do your work you wast of bandages!” The said man snapped from his desk without looking up.

The older brown haired man gave a playful pout, not that the blond could see. “But Kunikida! If I do anymore, my arms will fall off. How could you be so cruel.”

He cooed in a tone he knew that would clawed into his brain. The rust brown eyes dances as the thin string of patience came close to snapping. Dazai counted the minutes as he always did, wanting to know if he could break his record from last time. The bandaged covered man’s lips curled into a facsimile smile, trying not to giggle.

“What a horrible co-worker I have.” He continued with a cheerful, mocking tone. His expression filled with pillory as he caught sight of trembling shoulders. Huh, only 30 minutes. One minute less this time. Have to do better next time. “Kuni-ida.”

“YOU DAMN BASTARD!” Kunikida Doppo snarl a like a tiger (Dazai twitched slightly. Tiger…no. He has to focus on this, not that.) as he slammed his hands on the table. The chair he was using flew backwards and hit the wall causing everyone to look up with a sigh. “HOW DARE-”

“Gentlemen. Enough.” A strong voice rang out, freezing everyone in place.

“President.” Yosano Akiki acknowledged standing up, pulling whining Ranpo Edogawa along. The others followed. “Is there something you need sir?”

The leader of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi, gave her a sharp but not unkind nod as he used his wooden cane to help him glide into the room. Dazai shift his footing, trying to stand still, at the sight of the timeless ruler of their small kingdom of light walk tiredly towards the door of their work place. The ex-mafia, not the first time, cursed at the Decay of Angels for destroying the image of immortality that was once the great swordsman.

“We have a case. A string of mysteries murders that looked as if the victims were attacked by a wild animal.” The strong baritone of the president called for his unwavering attention once again. He reached for the silver door knob and pulled it open with such grace that a dancer would feel envy. “Thankfully we have someone with such knowledge of animal attacks.”

“Good afternoon everyone. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Dazai felt as if he was waterboarded.

That voice…

Air felt thick and dry.

It’s been so long since he heard such a soft tone. But was slightly different now. Stronger. More assured. Firm but still gentle with a hint of sass and defiance intwining.

“I mean sure we already met but it’s been four years now. So it’s like our first meeting all over again. Anyways, I’m in your care!”

Standing tall with a fanged grin was…

“Atsushi!” Kyouka Izumi breathed with wide blue eyes.

~.~.~.~

Will add more in ao3 later. Maybe it’ll be a one shot or maybe chapter story. I don’t know yet…hmmm