yeah i decided im gonna,, do this
i have a ton of unfinished crap/stuff i won't keep writing in google docs and i thought this would be a good idea so fjsjjsf bring on the gay
these are all gonna copy-pasted directly from the documents so like,, besides some remarks/context i might give nothing will be changed for each fic fkskskf enjoy my shitty notes
and i won't be doin my multichapter fics (at least not rn, if i even do those ones)
they're all split into a category depending on the fandom so if u dont wanna read a specific ones just skip em i guess
anyway here

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BNHA
i think i only have one or two for this anime?? gkdkksf idk

i don't really remember where i was going with this one...... but it's tododeku s o
Dear Mother,

It was nice to see you again this week. Sorry we didn't have much to talk about, there wasn't much going on at the time. However since a few days ago I’ve seemed to have caught myself in some kind of dilemma.

Do you remember my classmate, Izuku Midoriya? He has messy green hair and big pretty foresty eyes and cute freckles. I don't know for sure, but I think I might be in love with him. I’ve never been in love with somebody before so I don't know if it really is love or not.

But whenever I see him it’s like I just lose myself. It’s undoubtable that he has a smile that can lighten any person’s day, but when he smiles solely at me I melt. Whether we accidentally brush hands or he intentionally puts a hand on my shoulder, when we stop touching I always long for more. He has this habit of mumbling that everyone finds intimidating, but I can only find it incredibly endearing. When he laughs, or blushes, or smiles wide with that cute twinkle in his eyes, or does anything even remotely adorable (which is honestly all the time, he’s like a pure ray of sunshine wrapped up in a slightly emotionally unstable ball), I feel myself start to heat up. I’ve almost set the building on fire because of him. Twice. Somehow, he always makes his way into every thought I have. Everything about him is so impossibly perfect to me.

Is that love?

Shouto lifted his pencil, chewing his lip as he read through his letter. Was it necessary to tell her all of this? Would she care? Of course she’d care, what is he saying? It felt awkward. What would he say if the topic came up the next time he visited? He’s going into too much detail. It sounds creepy and almost stalkerish once he reads it out loud. Maybe he should start over? Or maybe he was worrying too much. Was his anxiety really warranted? Was he in love with Midoriya?

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair, mussing up the neat parting of red and white through the middle. He needed to get a hold of his emotions. He prepared to continue writing, until rapid knocking sounded on his door.

“Hey, Todoroki!” Sero’s voice came in muffled from the other side, “Are you coming down with us?”

After receiving no answer, Sero knocked a few more times. Todoroki forced himself out of his desk chair with a sigh,

(random space of no ideas here)

It was Saturday when I started writing this letter. It’s now Sunday. I kind of got dragged out for a movie night with my class. I had to sit next to Midoriya. It was terrifying and nerveracking.

However, after many instances of accidental and awkward intimate contact and Midoriya falling asleep on my shoulder, I came to a startling conclusion:

I am totally, completely in love with Izuku Midoriya.

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fkskskf oooh this is ojikami,, i was kinda down when writing this cause i was so motivated w nothing interesting to write, so this was a product of that
i thought.. since they're in love and sit so close to each other….. ojiro and kami.. write notes to each other………. bc they're gay..

‘i love you. i miss you.. ♡’

Ojiro smiled as he read the note thrown on his desk. He recognized the sloppy handwriting and awkwardly drawn heart, it was none other than Kaminari, the damn goofball. He turned the sticky note over and scribbled a message of his own.

Kaminari eagerly awaited Ojiro’s response. It was the middle of English class, he was bored as hell, and he wanted attention. He was getting a little tired of tossing his boyfriend’s fluffy tail back and forth in his hands. So he wrote a note. It seemed innocent to write to his boyfriend in the middle of class.

And, as he anticipated, the same sticky note was passed back to him, thrown on his desk with a quick look from Ojiro.

‘You sit right behind me. No use in writing notes.’

Kaminari smirked. He pulled out another sticky note. He wrote.

‘but i’m bored.. i want attention :(’

The notes continued on like this.

‘You can get attention after class. Pay attention to the lesson.’

‘but mashi!! i can't wait until after class! i love you too much.. ♡’

‘Just play with my tail like you always do. Isn't that enough entertainment for you right now?’

‘it gets boring after a while.. mic’s lesson is also boring!! it’s a whole boring sandwich!!’

Their note passing was getting them a few looks. Present Mic continued his lesson though, so they paid no mind and kept writing.

‘You're stupid. Stop before you get us in trouble.’

‘hey.. you're just as guilty as i am!! you're writing notes too..’

‘Because you won't stop bugging me.’

‘you're mean!!’

Ojiro didn't know where they were going with this. They were bound to get caught. They could always talk after class. He could just stop sending notes and let Kaminari die of boredom. But, of course, Kaminari’s charming energy swept him up as it does.

‘Whatever. Class is almost over. I promise I’ll give you tons of attention.’

‘ah!! i love you!!’

‘I love you too, now stop the notes, Present Mic is asking questions.’

As soon as the note was passed Present Mic turned to face the students. “Ojiro, Kaminari! Don't think I didn't notice you!”

Ojiro winced. Kaminari’s smile faltered. “Care to explain why you're passing notes in class?”

Ojiro opened his mouth to speak, but Kaminari beat him to it: “I was bored and I needed Ojiro to help me overcome it! I’m not sorry. It’s not my fault your class so boring.”

Ojiro’s tail moved to whack him in the face.

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oh lord this one. i tried with this one. this one is so stupid--
Touching means pain.

That was what Shouto had learned through years of relentless training and harsh beatings. Since his mother left, without her tender kisses and kind, warm hugs, touch had only become something to be feared, and so he grew afraid. Afraid of a subtle tap on his shoulder, afraid of a pat on the back for good work, afraid of even the warmest of hugs.

But Izuku was different. It was one training exercise. One silly game put together by All Might for a good workout that changed his perception of what “touch” should be.

Izuku held his hand. It was a rule of the game, each student must hold hands with their assigned partner as they overcome the many obstacles in their way. He assumed it was for a bit of teamwork exercise. Shouto felt afraid. His fear was irrational, yes, he knew. But he couldn't help it. The thought of anybody touching him in any way filled him with a crippling fear, anxiety and dread that he couldn't get rid of, I’m going to get hurt, he thought, It always hurts, it filled every corner of his mind.

But it didn't. It didn't hurt. That was the first surprise.

It felt warm. His hand clasped with another, a scarred, unfamiliar hand, felt warm. It felt safe. fjsjjsd what the fuck is writin g

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Seraph of the End
ooh gay

some mikayuu snow day thing--
UMMM I DON'T KNOW WHAT SNOW DAYS ARE LIKE,, LIKE WHAT DO YOU DO IN THE SNOW BESIDES INTENSE SNOWBALL FIGHTS??
BUT I HAVE THIS SHIT SO FAR SO (ﾉ*ﾟ∆ﾟ)ﾉ
fav concept/hc: russian-japanese mika moves to japan (where his mom lives) from russia after his dad dies and learns to speak japanese 🙏

“Let’s have a snowball fight!” Yuu enthusiastically suggested, grabbing a bundle of snow in his gloved hands and compacting it into a ball. “It’ll be awesome!”

“Eh… Aren't snowball fights a little silly?” Mika responded skeptically.

Yuu gasped. More dramatically than he’s ever gasped in his life, and more dramatically than it even needed to be. “Silly? Have you never had a snowball fight before?!”

Mika’s shoulders tensed, afraid of the reaction he would get with his answer. “N… No?”

Another dramatic gasp, this time followed by Yuu grabbing Mika’s shoulders and lightly shaking him.. “What, not even in Russia?!”

“I didn't have many friends when I lived in Russia. And even then, my dad would barely let me go outside when it snowed like this where we lived, so I didn't have many chances for snowball fights.” Mika explained with a shrug.

Yuu sighed, shaking his lowered head in mock disappointment. “Oh no no no, this won't do at all.” He mumbled, before lifting his gaze to stare intently into Mika’s eyes. “Alright, look. They may seem childish, but I swear to you that snowball fights are some of the scariest, most intense things known to man. Admittedly, it’d be better with more than two people, but that’s beside the point!”

(random space of no ideas here)

Yuichiro took that moment to get a good look at Mikaela. The way the snow fluttered down and got trapped in Mika’s hair, resting there, seeming to glow in the winter sunlight; the way Mika’s shoulder-length blonde locks curled around his face, accentuating his bright blue eyes beautiful smile. He looked so small, so delicate, wrapped in his cute sweater and long fluffy scarf, and with his gloved hands holding a tight ball of snow he slightly danced in place, white boots digging into the whiter ground as he got in a position to throw, his hair bouncing with every fluid movement.

He was gorgeous.

However that gorgeousness was lost to the white blur flying at his face, filling his vision and ultimately hitting him square in the face, which he came to realize was the snowball Mika had been preparing in plain sight, the one that Yuu was too lost in Mika’s beauty to give any further acknowledgement to. That sly motherfucker.

“Hey,” Yuu could hear the shit-eating grin in Mika’s voice, “Nobody said we were stopping the fight. Stop gawking and start running before I bury you in snow! I have the upperhand now!”

ANAKIN, I HAVE THE HIGHER GROUND

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oh this one was cute...... for like two seconds until i realized it was ooc and i ran outta ideas fjh
in which Mika and Yuu meet for the first time on a rainy day and Yuu was an idiot and doesn’t have an umbrella so Mika offers to share his umbrella with him--

On a rather uneventful rainy weekend, Mikaela stood silently on a street corner. He span his see-through umbrella a few times out of boredom, flicking water droplets all over the already soaking sidewalk. He sighed; he’s always loved the rain, whether it was simple light showers or pouring storms accompanied by loud thunder and bright lightning, the sound of rain hitting the concrete or tapping at his window always calmed him. He liked to stand outside in the rain some days, relishing in the relaxing feeling it brought upon. And today was one of those days.

As he stood, immersed in his own thoughts, the sound of rushing footsteps from the sidewalk across him caught his attention. He turned his attention to an absolutely soaked boy with raven hair, who was now running towards him in quite a hurry. Mikaela tilted his head, thinking aloud, “Did he not bring an umbrella?” He felt bad, and the boy was only getting closer. There was only one thing he could do, and he had to act fast.

As the boy moved to run past him, Mikaela grabbed his shoulder and brought him to sudden halt. He stumbled, only staying upright because of Mikaela’s grip.

He turned his head, “H-Hey--!”

“You don't have an umbrella.” Mikaela interrupted.

“Huh? Well, uh… yeah…”

Mikaela pulled the boy towards him, pulling him under the umbrella. He let out a yelp, green eyes widening as he let out a few jumbled words of protest. “You're soaked. Where are you off to?”

“I… I was just on my way home. It’s really close to here, I can go on my own--”

“Nope.” Mikaela shook his head. “I’m going with you, you look miserable running home soaking wet like that. What's your name?”

“...It’s Yuichiro, but what do you care? And why are you helping me, anyway?”

“Well, Yuichiro,” Mikaela began, as he wrapped an arm around Yuichiro’s torso and forced him to walk forward, “It was simply a matter of coincidence. I was here, you ran toward me, I felt bad.”

Yuichiro quietly scoffed, a slight childish pout on his lips. “Yeah, well, I don't need your sympathy.”

Mikaela gave a playful smirk, “A little feisty, are we?”

Yuichiro only responded with an annoyed hum. The walk went on for maybe five minutes at most, awkward silence filled by rainwater, which had actually become heavier than before. They soon came up to a dull apartment building, and Yuichiro sighed. “This is it.”

Mikaela nodded. Yuichiro stepped out from underneath the umbrella, immediately being pelted by the pouring rain. “Thanks, uh...”

“Mikaela. And you're welcome.”

“Yeah.” He turned to run off into the building, and Mikaela couldn't help the ghost of a smile that played on his lips. That was a nice little experience.

...

They would end up seeing each other much more often than they had intended, whether it be awkwardly crossing eyes in the supermarket or running into each other walking to and from their homes, which also happened to be rather close to each other, the two just couldn't seem to catch a break. They refused to pay it any mind, however, and simply went on as if that hadn't been the fifth time they had brushed arms in the fruit aisle. It wasn't until what felt like their millionth meeting at the supermarket that one of them has brought it up.

“I guess fate is just dying to bring us together again, huh, Yuu-chan?” Mikaela leaned over and inquired once they had inevitably crossed paths.

“Yuu-chan? Since when were we that friendly!” Yuichiro inquired rather defensively, slightly flushing at the nickname.

“Well, Yuichiro’s a but of a mouthful, don't you think?” Mikaela tilted his head, in a way that seemed taunting to Yuichiro though it held no malice. “So I figured I’d shorten it. I hope you don't mind.”

Yuichiro lowered his head with a glower, “Actually, I--”

“Anyway!”

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Hetalia
run madi run

eeeh as for this one im not really gonna give any context, just the face family bein a bunch of dumbasses at 1am
A quiet Saturday night. Or, well, morning. It was 1 in the morning, and the house was dead silent. Far too silent, Matthew realized as he rummaged through the pantry for a late night snack. He should've guessed something was wrong from the beginning when he walked out into the kitchen and didn't see Alfred dumping an entire box of off-brand cereal into his mouth. He’s either out late, or he’s planning something. Matthew really couldn't care less, though. Oh, and speaking of Alfred, where the hell are all the chips…?

“MATTIE OH MY GOD.”

Alfred slammed his fist into the doorframe, which, combined with his screeching, quickly gained Matthew’s attention. “Oh, hey Al. Say, do you know where the--?”

“YOU NOTICED IT, TOO?” Alfred yelled again, sprinting towards Matthew and grabbing his shoulders to shake him harshly, “MATTIE. WE’RE OUT OF RAMEN AND CHIPS.”

Matthew blinked. “Oh. Well, we can buy some more tomorrow--”

“NO!” Alfred practically spat in his face. “WE NEED TO BUY MORE NOW! I LIVE OFF OF THAT SHIT, MAN!”

Matthew pushed Alfred away, “Now? Alfred, it’s one in the morning. We are not going to the store right now.” He held a finger up to his lips, “Also, keep your voice down.”

“Mattie, you don't understand!”

“I never understand you.”

“MATTIE!” Alfred grabbed Matthew’s arm and proceeded in dragging him upstairs, “We need to go! I’ll wake up Mom and Dad!”

“Alfred, no!” Matthew protested as quietly as he could, “We are not waking Mom and Dad up because you feel the need for a stupid 1am trip to the store! It’s not happening!”

But before he could stop it, Alfred had already thrown open their bedroom and was screaming at them. From the room, he could hear annoyed moans and some very expressive British vocabulary being thrown about. “WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO WALMART!”

“Alfred, what is your problem?!” Matthew slapped Alfred in the back of the head, but he was too focused on enraging his parents to notice it.

“Alfred, Matthew, there better be an explanation for this!” Arthur growled, glaring daggers at the two while Francis just miserably hid his face in his hands.

“Hey, I have no part in this! It’s all just Alfred being a dumbass.”

“Language, please.” They could hear Francis mumble, though he was promptly ignored.

“We’re out of ramen and chips and other shit, we're going to buy more NOW!”

“YOU TWIT! IT’S ONE IN THE MORNING.” Arthur yelled, “We’re not going to the fucking supermarket because you're addicted to some high-calorie garbage!”

However, Alfred was unfazed by his outburst, and quickly retorted, “Yes, we FUCKING are! Get yourselves up and ready, assholes, we're going!”

Arthur let out the most frustrated of groans, forcing himself up and out of bed. “I swear I am going to mutilate you when we get back.”

“Mutilate me all you want, old man, I just want snacks. Now get ready, Mattie and I will be by the door!” Alfred said before dragging Matthew back down the stairs.

“Jesus christ, Alfred, you are such a dick.”

∆∆∆

Arthur stomped downstairs with Francis in tow, both looking equally irritated. “Let’s go.”

“Alright!” Alfred enthusiastically threw the door open and they all stepped out of the house and piled into the car.

The drive there nearly ended in them dying on multiple occasions, as an exceptionally angry Brit at the wheel is not exactly good news, but they miraculously made it alive.

Walking in the parking lot towards the store turned to be just as much of a hassle, however, as Matthew had to keep Arthur from beating Alfred to a pulp the entire time. And, when they got a cart, Alfred could not shut up about wanting to sit in it. As they entered the store...

“Mon cher, I am too tired for this… May I sit in the cart?”

“No way! I wanna sit in the cart!!”

“Alfred, FRANCIS IS SITTING IN THE GOD DAMN CART.”

“UGH.”

...With a pouty Alfred, a regretful Matthew, an irritated Arthur, and a miserable Francis sitting in the cart, the somehow-functioning family stood out like a sore thumb in the empty store at one in the morning.

Attack on Titan
holy SHIT remember when i used to actually be in this fandom?? wild

here's some unfinished eremin junk of them finally getting to the ocean cause i thought i could write
welcome back to another episode of:
amaya can't write for shit and this crap is rushed as hell

“Eren, we… we made it. We made it! So, so many people died, we lost so much, but holy shit we actually fucking made it! We did! Us! Me and you, and Mikasa, and…” tears poured relentlessly down his face, and he sobbed despite the bright, unwavering smile that donned his face.

He hastily wiped away tears, only for them to keep cascading down like a waterfall, and he eventually gave up and took to running off towards the ocean instead to look at it in all of its glory.

Armin practically hopped up to it, looking out at the vast water. “It’s, it’s so blue!” he exclaimed, “And shiny, and sparkly, and huge! I could’ve never imagined it looking like this!” He turned to look back at Eren. “It… It kind of reminds me of your eyes.” He sprinted to Eren and cupped his face in his hands, analyzing his face closely for a few moments, before beaming, “Yeah, they're totally the same color!”

Eren didn't respond, only laughed at Armin’s excitement and took a few moments to admire the ocean as well. Armin grabbed his hand, urging him to come to the shore with him, to which he happily obliged.

Armin dragged Eren further onto the beach, quickly kicking off his shoes in the process and giddily stomping in the wet sand.

As the waves crashed into shore and spread out across the sand, and Armin felt the water gently glide over and past his feet, he felt like he could burst with pure joy. An urge to lie down on the wet surface and let the water continuously pass over him formulated and was becoming so much more coaxing with every wave. “This feels… amazing.” He muttered.

Beside him Eren was going through his fair share of awe and was marveling at the sparkling water. This whole experience almost felt too good to he true. It felt as if this was far too amazing for them to deserve it. As if, at any moment, they were bound to wake up from this dream, bloodied and bruised, bordering death. eh i’ll fix this up and add more but for now armin

Armin finally gave into temptations, collapsing onto the sand and laying there, arms spread out and welcoming the ocean to run it’s coarse. And, as the water passed over him, drowning him in relaxation and unexplainable ecstasy, he began to laugh. Laugh, as tears gushed out even heavier than before, his smile almost looking pained; he felt his salty tears mix with the saltwater of the ocean, and he couldn't be happier.

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huh i thought there would be more of these, but fkskkdf idc

anyway yeah these exist, let's pretend they don't, and move on w our lives ffjsjf

now just WAIT until i start writing shitty danganronpa fics abt kokichi/saihara and komaeda/hajime--