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“Osamu, we cannot just stay in bed all day,” Chuuya insisted; no matter how tempting the bed felt, and no matter how much Dazai pouted, it didn’t change the fact that they both had work.

“Why not? We can just call in sick,” Dazai insists, tightening his already very tight hold around the ginger’s waist.

“Sick days are for when you’re actually sick,” Chuuya deadpans, “it’s in the name.”

Dazai let’s out a scoff, nuzzling against Chuuya’s neck. “No, you just can use it for sick days, nobody actually does.”

“I do,” he counters.

“Yeah, but you just haven’t been enlightened yet,” Dazai states, fluttering his eyes closed.

In a sudden movement Chuuya forces them both off the bed, and straight onto the floor, blanket still tangled around them.

“Ow!” Dazai exclaims, “why the fuck would you do that?”

“Go get dressed, Osamu,” Chuuya tells him without answering his questions, getting himself out of the blanket burrito.

“Ugh, fine,” the brunette finally relents forcing himself up, but he’s fighting a smile.

I need to check my Reddit notifications more often!

And was pleasantly surprised by how good it was; my brother only complained once about the science, and he loves complaining about incorrect science.

But the science also wasn’t overly complicated, and they explained the stuff well enough for me to understand.

It was really funny, and didn’t take itself overly seriously; the characters had fun. But it also knew when to play it straight.

Previous.

Dazai: Kunikida, when you hit your toe a bit ago it sounded like those things that go, ‘ooooooooooh’.

Ava: Dazai, Kunikida’s adams apple is bigger than yours’, so scientifically he is more manly than you.

Fifteen!Dazai: Ya’ll ever get jiggly?

Fifteen!Dazai: Wog daughter. Fifteen!Chuuya: Neither of those are words. Dazai, after googling the word ‘wog’: Oh, it’s a racial slur. That makes it an actual sentence though.

Kenji: Plates have ruined this country.

Chuuya: I just want him to die.

Ranpo: Fukizawa(mom), I’m becoming a drug dealer with Dazai.

Atsushi: Maybe he’s got that excited voice, but he smokes.

Atsushi: Lucy, do you want to form a coalition of people who haven’t won yet? Ranpo: So, the losers’ guild?

Been unable to play the song ‘the village’ by WRABEL?

Most of the time, the life Edward grew up with felt like a fever dream, it felt like someone else entirely had lived through the horrors.

I mean, his life right now was pretty much as good as it could get; he had a beautiful wife, too lovely kids, Alphonse had his body back, and had recently gotten married.

But late at night, when he fell asleep, that’s when everything came rushing back.

Of course, Ed was no stranger to nightmares; he’d had chronic ones since he was eleven years old, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Tonight, when he woke up, he didn’t let out a cry, his eyes just snapped open with an alertness, and he stared at the roof for a beat until he got his breathing under control.

Eventually he sat up and ran his left hand over his face; he always did that, even though he had his other arm back now, he’d spent too much of his life with a metal one to rub it over his face.

Edward glanced beside him. Winry was still asleep; good.

He swung his legs over the bed lowering the metal one carefully onto the floor so it didn’t clunk too loudly.

He grabbed a coat as he left the bedroom, it was rather cold out tonight, and he needed some fresh air.

He sat down heavily on the front porch, taking a deep breath, and looking up at the stars.

“Daddy?” the little voice of his first born mumbled from the doorway.

Edward turned his head to look at him, smiling softly at the sleepy kid. “Yuriy, why are you still up?”

“I had a nightmare,” he answered, walking over the his father with slow tentative steps.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Edward opened his arms for Yuriy to climb into, which the toddler had no qualms with doing.

“Why’s daddy up?” he voiced, nuzzling into his father’s chest.

“I had a nightmare too,” Edward told him, resting his chin on Yuriy’s head.

“Really? I didn’t know daddy’s had nightmares.”

Edward let out a chuckle at the boys words. “It’s true, we do. We just learn that they aren’t real.”

“But what if-what if it is real?” Yuriy asks.

And Mustang is such a dumbass, and he knows, and everyone else knows it, but it’s like this triple layers of ‘is he actually a dumbass?’ And I still don’t really know.

There’s the top layer, that’s his mask, he acts like a dumbass, he’s flirty, ect.

But under that, he’s serious, he’d got a dream, and people willing to follow that dream because he’s so charismatic.

I finished the Heartstopper comic. Now we just got the movies, then we’re done.

For the most part, when my dog wants to come in, she just barks in the backyard so we know she’s ready to come in.

But sometimes the gate gets left open, an she’ll come to the front door, jump on it, and then just sit and wait for us to answer.

It wasn’t often that Chuuya got a day off at all, usually he was worked in day in day out, but even rarer than that was a day both him and his eccentric husband had off. There was no way either of them were going to waste such an opportunity.

That was how the two found themselves sitting together on the couch; they hadn’t discussed it, but as a soon as both had processed the other didn’t have work they both mutually agreed to do nothing all day.

Except maybe getting frisky that morning. That however was hours ago now, and it was hard to want to be anywhere except pressed against each other with a good movie on the TV.

“The days already almost over,” Dazai complained after taking a glance out the window, he moved closer to Chuuya, as if that could somehow slow the progressing of time.

The ginger too glanced out the window. “Yeah,” he agreed, not having much else to say. He readjusted slightly, which made his shoulder jostle the head that was lying against his shoulder.

“Days are too short!” Dazai bemoaned further, “I mean, they’re almost as short as you.”

The comment earned him a quick and harsh poke to his ribs. “I’m not short, jackass.”

Dazai just laughed, grinning ear to ear like he had no idea what Chuuya was so worked up over. “Sure, and I’m an elephant.”

“I guess you’re an elephant than.”

The brunette just let out another laugh at that, and they fell into a comfortable silence.

Is so fucking entitled.

I don’t care that he’s ten, I don’t care that he has autism, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.

I love him, I’d die for him, that doesn’t make living with him any fucking easier.

He thinks he deserves everything—he doesn’t, sometimes other people’s needs are more important than your wants.

Is it wrong of me to want him to get put in his place? To get knocked down a few pecks?

It’s exhausting to always have to be the bigger person.

Because they’re cowards.