Random stuff! Headcannons and extra stories (like dates & stuff). Charaters are assumed to be of age in any nsfw situation. Please go follow me on instagram for the entire story! My username is @daisuga_trash

Koushi grabs his arm, hand shaking as he scrawls his address on the inside of Daichi's wrist. "That's my college address. Write to me there. And when you come back, I'll be waiting for you, so find me. Please." The smile Daichi gives him is tinged with melancholy. "You shouldn't wait for me, Koushi. With your looks, you'll have boys falling at your feet. Take one of them." Koushi shakes his head. "Please." "Okay." Daichi brushes a lock of hair from Koushi's face, squeezes his hand, and then he's gone. ~ or, the year is 1968 and all Koushi can do is wait for Daichi to come home.

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385