(n.) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life.
➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/reader
➵ word count: 9.4k
➵ genre: tooth rotting fluff
➵ warnings: none
➵ summary: saiki
orderssuggests that you and he hang out. you agree, knowing full well it’s a date, despite his denial. things don’t go as planned as the two of you run into your classmates. you all end up spending time at a cafe.➵ masterlist (requests are open)
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(n). butterflies in one’s stomach
➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/reader
➵ word count: 6.2k
➵ genre: angst in the beginning, followed by fluff
➵ warnings: none
➵ summary: you decide to avoid saiki so you can try to get over him, and for the most part, you’re successful. that’s until saiki demands you hide him from his classmates. the two of you end up in a storage closet, where he confronts you about your recent behaviour towards him.
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(adj). something that is both chaotic and joyful at the same time
➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/female! reader
➵ word count: 5k
➵ genre: fluff?
➵ warnings: none
➵ summary: you come over for new years eve and plan to spend the day with saiki and his parents, only to be ambushed by teruhashi and kusuke,- the latter acting as if he knows something you don’t. saiki’s not happy, for more reasons than one.
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➵ previous part - all hallows eve
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I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.
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Reblogging because the new shop is online!
Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed
It always existed
One of my favorite scenes from Letterkenny
This show hurts my brain
Can’t blame you, it’s like a shakespearian comedy about nothing, sped up, with the Middle English replaced by equally obfuscatory Albertan slang.
Excuse you that ain’t Albertan that’s the wrong coast. It’s Ontario slang.
Fucking live it
"Can you write me a drabble where Osomatsu confesses to the reader?"
The sun was setting as the two of you were by the river, the sky growing hues of orange and red, the clouds pink and purple. If you had decided to lie down beside the man next to you, you might see the sky fading to deep dark blue behind you, but you were enjoying the last bit of sunshine left for the day.
You and your good friend, Osomatsu, had crossed paths earlier that afternoon, catching you as you were taking out your garbage, he having left the pachinko parlor he frequented nearby. He hadn’t won much, only about ¥500, but was very excitedly boasting about his win, then proceeded to make an offer you both knew was silly, treat you to a day on the town. You had commented on it, saying that the miniscule amount of money he had wouldn't get the two of them very far, to which he blatantly admitted he hoped you would in turn, pick up his slack. The audacity of his words amused you, like they usually did, so you actually took him up on his offer, opting to spend the day with this goof considering you didn’t have anything better to do on your day off.
The two of you spent the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing, opting to just walk around and sit in the park, people watching. The both of you sat side by side on benches, making up little conversations the people were having, creating drama in your own little world in a little bubble the two of you shared. You changed locations every hour or so, Osomatsu got a bit antsy when staying in one place too long, his legs bouncing impatiently when you two were too idle for his liking.
He had spent his shiny gold coin a little while ago, opting to buy you and him some onigiri, complaining the whole time that he’d much rather buy beer but you had said you were hungry. However, to appease him, and to mainly get him to stop whining, you got a few beers and a couple snacks for you to share. After buying them, the two of you mosied on down by the river, skipping some rocks, just shooting the shit as you usually did. He complained about his brothers and his plights as a NEET, you complained about your uptight boss and shitty coworkers, something Osomatsu urged you to do often.
As the sun had made its way lower in the sky, the two of you grew tired and just opted to sit by the river now, reclined on the grassy hill between where the rocks started and the footpath above. You had bought a little 6-pack for the two of you, Osomatsu already drinking his three, while you were sitting and still working on your second one.
“Heeey, can I have your last beer?”
You let out a small bark of a laugh, glancing back at him. “No?”
“Whaaaa? But you haven’t even finished that one yet, and you’re gonna drink a whole other can? Bullshit, bet you can’t.” Osomatsu teased.
You rolled your eyes at him, even though you knew he was actually right, and he knew he was right too. Your threshold was usually two, to two and a half beers, depending on how much you ate. Glancing down to the can in your hand, then to the plastic shopping bag where the last beer sat, you pondered what to do.
“C’mooooooooooon, just gimme the can!” He sat up now, the two of you eye level.
Without really thinking much more about it, you handed him the half drank can you were already working on. “Here, just finish this one, I get the full one.”
“Heh, half a beer is better than nothing.” He said with a shrug, taking the can and immediately throwing his head back, chugging the rest of the can.
As he worked the can, you grabbed the last one and cracked it open, bringing the metal to your lips and taking a sip before you paused.
“Ahhhh, yeah, that’s the stuff.” Osomatsu smacked his lips as he made a satisfied hum, happy to get what he wanted before the realization set in.
The two of you had just indirectly kissed… You sure as hell weren’t going to say anything about it, that's for sure. You had been battling how you’d been feeling about Osomatsu for some time now, your feelings spilling over from friend to crush, it was hard to sleep some nights… most nights, since he was always on your mind.
Maybe he wouldn’t bring it up, maybe he won’t notice… You hoped he wouldn’t actually, if he said something it would make it real, it would make it something you’d have to deal with… You didn’t want to deal with it, not right now… You liked how things were, there was no point fucking up your friendship by-
“Hey.”
“Hm?” Immediately pulling away from your thoughts, you looked over to meet Osomatsu’s gaze, his eyes just a bit hazy. He had a tolerance barely higher than you, usually three to four was his limit.
“Why aren’t ya saying anything?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against yours.
“Hm? About?” You asked, tilting your head a bit.
His mouth widened into a cheeky smile. “Awww, don’t tell me the indirect kiss you just pulled wasn’t on purpose.”
Your eyes widened and before your embarrassment set in, you put on a confident front, something of a defense mechanism for you. “Ha! What? Osomatsu, you’re such a kid sometimes…” You turned your head away, staring now at the river water as it flowed by.
“Oh, so it wasn’t? Man, aren't I lucky then! An accidental indirect kiss with you of all people? Better than any pachinko jackpot.”
You paused, keeping your head straight ahead, but glanced over in his direction beside you with your eyes. “What… does that mean?” You asked, taking another sip of your beer.
“You know, cause you’re you?” He said it in a way he implied it was obvious.
You weren’t understanding and finally turned your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing, hoping he would elaborate.
“You know… You’re hot, you’re funny, you know how to take a dirty joke, not too serious, not to mention you buy and treat me to shit! What I wouldn’t give to make you mine.” He said all with a bright smile on his face.
“Why don’t you then?” It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.
Osomatsu blinked at you, his smile staying there, but the slight confusion was apparent in his irises. “Huh?”
Your mouth moved again without you able to catch up. “Why don’t you make me yours?”
The man started to falter, his smile fading, his red, tipsy cheeks growing deeper in hue. He turned his head away and brought a hand to his face, it covering his nose and mouth as he started to stammer, his words muffled. “Shit… don’t say stuff like that, you’ll make me think you're serious.”
You moved your head forward again, looking to the surface of the water once more. Who would have thunk than an accidental kiss would have led to a seemingly accidental confession on Osomatsu’s part, if that’s really what this was. “And… What if I was? What… would you do?”
“Are you?” He asked.
“Are you?” You asked back.
The two of you looked at one another at the same time, each equally red in the face as your gazes met. You sat there in silence for a few beats before the both of you erupted into laughter, his shoulder bumping into yours and you bumping back. Bright, loud laughing, sweet light airy giggles, snorting, and howling filled the air as your laughs morphed and melded with one another.
When you finished laughing, you handed him your beer, deciding to pass it between the both of you until it was empty, sitting and watching the sunset beyond the horizon, the sky slowly turning more and more purple. You each rested your hands down on the grass beside one another, and a moment later, they inched closer and closer, your pinkies intertwining as you sat, your head making its way to his shoulder. A moment later you felt a warm set of lips against your temple, causing your stomach to grow tight and your heart to grow full.
Summary: You were one of the only ones to remain in The Dreaming when your lord vanished. One day when you ran to tell your librarian a discovery you’d made, you didn’t expect a certain someone to be standing with her.
Warnings: uhh.. none? I think? Unless you count bad writing bc I haven’t wrote in ages <3
A/N: Enjoy whatever this is, it popped into my head a while back. Also my first piece for Sandman but I currently have like 3 other ideas being planned/written so stay tuned LMAO. Sorry this is so short! You can read it as being Dreams bestie or his partner I didn’t have a specific relationship in mind!!!
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“Lucienne! Lucienne!” You yelled sprinting down the corridor as fast as you could, dodging all the glass and stone that’s crumbled of course.
The librarian turned her head towards you hoping you’d slow down, “How many times have I told you not to run about the palace, especially when-” her chiding was cut off as you slammed into her wrapping your arms around her.
“Get a rat and put it in a cage and give it two water bottles. One is just water, and one is water laced with either heroin or cocaine. If you do that, the rat will almost always prefer the drugged water and almost always kill itself very quickly, right, within a couple of weeks. So there you go. It’s our theory of addiction. Bruce comes along in the ’70s and said, “Well, hang on a minute. We’re putting the rat in an empty cage. It’s got nothing to do. Let’s try this a little bit differently.” So Bruce built Rat Park, and Rat Park is like heaven for rats. Everything your rat about town could want, it’s got in Rat Park. It’s got lovely food. It’s got sex. It’s got loads of other rats to be friends with. It’s got loads of colored balls. Everything your rat could want. And they’ve got both the water bottles. They’ve got the drugged water and the normal water. But here’s the fascinating thing. In Rat Park, they don’t like the drugged water. They hardly use any of it. None of them ever overdose. None of them ever use in a way that looks like compulsion or addiction. There’s a really interesting human example I’ll tell you about in a minute, but what Bruce says is that shows that both the right-wing and left-wing theories of addiction are wrong. So the right-wing theory is it’s a moral failing, you’re a hedonist, you party too hard. The left-wing theory is it takes you over, your brain is hijacked. Bruce says it’s not your morality, it’s not your brain; it’s your cage. Addiction is largely an adaptation to your environment. […] We’ve created a society where significant numbers of our fellow citizens cannot bear to be present in their lives without being drugged, right? We’ve created a hyperconsumerist, hyperindividualist, isolated world that is, for a lot of people, much more like that first cage than it is like the bonded, connected cages that we need. The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection. And our whole society, the engine of our society, is geared towards making us connect with things. If you are not a good consumer capitalist citizen, if you’re spending your time bonding with the people around you and not buying stuff—in fact, we are trained from a very young age to focus our hopes and our dreams and our ambitions on things we can buy and consume. And drug addiction is really a subset of that.”
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Johann Hari,
Does Capitalism Drive Drug Addiction?
(via bigfatsun)
