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tiredestsleepiestgirl · 1 year

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vent.

my partner and i r long distance. when we were getting to know each other online neither one of us wanted to be in any relationship ever but were doing like casual non monogamy irl.

we met in person and he got real weird about me talking about ppl id been regularly hooking up with and after i got back home and we made our relatinship official we also agreed to be basically monogamous. the exception being i wanted to be able to makeout with ppl drunk just 4 funsies, and even this had a lotta strings attached bc he was uncomfortable with it, i laid out that it could only be in public spaces and thered b no handsy stuff.

i wasnt a huge fan of the idea of being monogamous but i was willing to do it 4 him. i also said at the same time that i wouldnt mind if he did want to screw around a bit but he said he doubted thatd happen. cut to a like six months later and he's out clubbing and asks if im alright for him to go home with someone. i say yes thats fine and he goes home with a couple. later i say ive changed my mind and imbalance actually does make me uncomfortable and i dont want it to happen again and he says he's been thinking that he actually would be alright with me sleeping with other people while we're long distance.

now during the last six months since ive been back home we've been calling for multiple hours almost daily, first couple of months it was daily and then when i started working more itd be whenever i wasnt working so at least four days a week and on days i was working we'd still try to get in a short call. and i knew he'd get angsty when he couldnt talk to me over the weekend or if i was busy so id try not to make plans in the evenings too often. and ive been sick for like the last month so havent been able to spend time with ppl in real life. and he's been out more and more with this couple he's befriended.

and im happy for him bc he has trouble maintaining stable friendships and is often so lonely. and i was always the one that felt overwhelmed by calling so often when id had a long day at work or whatever. but now i feel. jarringly alone. and also like the only reason im allowed to sleep around now is bc he's find someone he wants to fuck and the second that changes itll b back to monogamy.

i care for him so much i want to hold him and protect him and i want him to be able to find friendship and community but god it sucks that im just stuck here in bed or at working just waiting for when he'll be able to give me attention again. im happy he's making friends and spending time with them i really want that for him. everything he's doing is stuff i want for him.

but also im out here working 5-7 shifts a week. to help pay for his visit in august. and our future visa costs. and waiting on him. and when would i even find time to sleep around. sunday night i was lying in bed after working my least favourite shift on the week on three hours of sleep and my chest rattling from my stupid chest infection and i knew he was out with his new friends so i didnt bother him.

monday another shift but he was barely replying to my messages all day even whenni said i was worried and didnt know if he was okay and then find out the next day that ofc he slept over on sunday night and spent monday with them. weve talked about that and he said hell tell me when he has plans but even that makes me feel so desperate and needy that's not my usual vibe. im just. ugh.

anyway he's just asked if he can spend the day hanging out with them today, my freeest day to talk of the week. and im a cool girl. i said im so glad ur having such a good time. im so glad u have friends and r working out (theyre going climbing), i hope ull be back in the evening for me? yesyes probably maybe? probably i will have him back with me tonight. coolcoolcoolcool. im gonna be working the next three days str8. the weekends r so busy for me. 4 shifts in 3 days baby. ill miss u ill miss u.

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entities-of-posts · 2 years

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hi! this is the anon who was having the pier dreams. thank you for your input on my last statement. i wanted to add a little more context for you, since i was hoping maybe itd help us figure out what happened. i've been sort of concerned about it for a while. if you don't have anything further to add or are too busy, it's fine to ignore this.

i think i should have been more apprehensive about going into the water at the time considering past experience, especially since the girl explicitly mentioned the pier when she told me about her bag. maybe it was a different pier, haha.. really, though, nothing about her really put me off or seemed suspicious -- i wouldn't call it a comforting presence either, though. it was like meeting any other person. she was barely there, really. i can't even remember what she looked like, or what her voice sounded like. i remember it was a white backpack that i fished out -- it was floating on the surface of the water, as if there had been nothing in it, but it was surprisingly heavy when i picked it up. once i got back to the shore, i woke up, but i had the sense that i had gotten it back to her and i felt pretty good about it. it was only a good while later that i'd even made the connection, after the dreams stopped. i cant think of anything notable that was happening at that time in real life, but i had a really rough time with my mental health the following year. i think that had to do with coming out as trans and losing a lot of my friends. sometimes shitty things happen apart from otherworldly embodiments of fear. nowadays i do fine for myself. havent felt a draw to any particular entity. i like being human, so i dont think i'll take the plunge anytime soon -- maybe feeding the eye like this counts as allegiance somehow, but i don't know, i just... need to know what it meant. something about it still bothers me. good luck with your backlog, archivist.

Ah, this one is really quite late by now, but it is a supplemental to this one. Hm… pardon the pun, but we are attempting to wade through quite murky waters. I’m afraid trying to look too hard at this will cause my eyes to start playing tricks on me; not the kind of the Spiral, but the extrapolations that can make those touched be the Watcher seem to approach the gift of prophecy.

So extrapolate I will, but be aware that it is what I’m doing. This might be a good glimpse of the process, if anyone is interested.

The waters were at first murky, then clear. Either they were truly cleansed, or they were made to appear so.

Let’s start with the first option. It could have many subsequent branches, but there’s only one that I believe worth considering, at least at this stage. The murk in the water could be a residue of the Buried, or the Dark, tainting the domain of the Vast you were in. Following the assumptions previously made, I believe that obscuring filth was filtered somehow, and concentrated within that heavy backpack - remember, this is a dream, so we are speaking in metaphors here, symbols dreamed up by your mind to interpret the inhuman events you unwittingly participated in as piece rather than player. Now, while the intrusion had been restrained, it was still in the “water”, which is to say the Vast. Somehow the process of fully extracting is needed a smaller, less powerful, but more precise tool: a human mind. Think of the difference between trying to pull out a splinter with your fingers, versus with the help of small pincers. For this reason you were used, and as reward freed; but who did you do this favor for? Here we branch: either it was for the Vast itself, seeking to be rid of the intrusion, or it was for the power responsible for it (Dark or Buried, most likely) wanting to acquire this missing piece of itself. Here it is rather hard to say, but the fact that the girl was standing on the shore, and ostensibly the owner of the “backpack” and its contents, makes me lean towards the latter option.

Now, if the waters had merely been made to appear clear, so as to make you more inclined to wade into them, this would point not to contamination but theft. The Vast had taken something that another Fear wanted back, or it had something that another wanted to take. Both options, while different, still point to the same possible culprits: those capable of such an illusion. Our suspects are then the Web, the Stranger, and the Spiral. The latter is rather less intricately conniving, I would say, but is still an option. Most of what I’ve said above still stands - dream logic, a human subconscious as a precise tool. If I had to guess, I would say the Web, only because such intricate weaving is her style; but you were only used, not fed on in the process, which might actually indicate that it wasn’t her at all.

I can hardly look further; those conjectures are house of cards already. As that what was actually happening, without the allegorical language, this might be an even more abstract discussion, and this is long enough already.

Though I suppose, if anyone does want to hear it…

#I know this is a weird one but I was asked to Look and so I am Looking but this is an abstract thing to try and explain #statements

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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Online Love. Yan Shigaraki x Reader [Part 3]

Part 1

Part 2

From: [First] 9:45 PM

today was so much fuuuun (＾▽＾)

From: [First] 9:45 PM

thank you for spending time with me tomo-kun... let’s get together soon again, okay??（´・｀）♡

“Soon, huh?”

Shigaraki’s words are intended for no one. He strains his eyes on his phone, looking over each word you sent. He knows he should respond, but all words escape him as his mind remains blank. Grimacing at these unknown feelings, he finally thinks of a half decent response.

To: [First] 9:50 PM

We can

For some, he knows the short response wouldn’t be satisfactory. But for you, Shigaraki never needs to present himself other than how he is. You never critique his struggle with social etiquette, or set expectations for him. Maybe that’s the reason why he’s so drawn to you, unable to escape your thrall.

Minutes pass since he sent the message, his phone in hand awaiting your response. On nights like this, where there’s no League business to attend to, he can offer you his full attention. Normally the two of you would duo and play an MMOPRG until the early hours of the morning.

Earlier at the mall you mentioned that you had made plans with friends in the morning, and wouldn’t be able to play tonight. Shigaraki had nodded his head at the time, but now that he’s all alone without your company, it hits him.

He misses you.

The thought alone is fleeting, but makes his stomach churn nonetheless. It was so unlike him, to have such doting feelings for someone. The sickeningly sweet sensation left a bitter taste in his mouth. To think that a murderer like him would have his knees turned to jelly by you so much as smiling.

Shigaraki hears a buzz, realizing that’s your response. Wasting no time, bloodshot eyes look over your response.

From: [First] 9:52 PM

i can’t wait!!!! i felt sad leaving, but yknow, life and all right? ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Shigaraki fights off waves of exhaustion, not wanting to miss out on interaction with you.

From: [First] 9:53 PM

u should come over my place next! i dunno if u will like my set up, it’s not the sleekest but it works just fine...

From: [First] 9:54 PM

wait that sounds kinda weird doesnt it??? im sorry if i sound pushy or anything, i just think itd be fun to game together, even if we just do gacha games! none of my friends are into this stuff so i’ve always wondered what it’d be like to just chill at home instead of going out (´Ａ｀。)

This is how you always are, getting flustered over the littlest things. Shigaraki doesn’t understand why you find so many things embarrassing, but there’s a cute quality to it.

Being alone with you in private would be a dream come true, but could he really contain himself?

In public there was a constant public presence that forced him to not act out. It would be excruciatingly difficult to not hold you and never let go if given the chance. Shigaraki is aware of himself enough to know that he acts out on impulse often.

To: [First] 9:55 PM

That sounds better than going out, whatever you want

Even if watching you squirm in an attempt to validate your previous words is tempting, he wants to affirm your plans as fast as he can. The mere thought of being alone with you is enough to cause his heart to beat at an unhealthy rate, a grin stretching across his face.

He would have every aspect of you then. All of your attention would be on him, all of your cute idiosyncrasies on display for him and him alone. Shigaraki wouldn’t have to concern himself with a Hero randomly appearing and exposing him, or deal with the looks he got in public for his shrouded appearance.

It’d only be you.

His hand grips his phone tighter in excitement, vision growing blurry.

You, you, you, you, you, you--

From: [First] 9:57 PM

aa what a relief *:ﾟ*⋆ฺ(*´◡`) i’ll have to think of a good date!

From: [First] 9:58 PM

tomo-kun... thank u for everything. i like talking to u

Shigaraki inhales through his nose sharply, unsure if he read the words displayed on his phone right. He reads it once, then twice. Three times. Then four.

From: [First] 10:00 PM

i’m a lil sappy aren’t i? hopefully u dont mind. i was just thinking that i can really be myself around u. u always listen to me and never complain about my rambling, it just makes me happyyy ー( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

From: [First] 10:03 PM

i’ve been called annoying a few times. it’s probably true but u never make me feel like im bothering u. idk why im saying all this lmaooo

How anyone could degrade you in that manner is beside him. He would kill anyone if they spoke about you like that, but Shigaraki realizes that wouldn’t be a comforting sentiment to send right now. Ah, shit. How do you comfort people again? It’s not exactly his forte...

To: [First] 10:08 PM

You’re fine, don’t worry

To: [First] 10:08 PM

It’s nice talking

Shigaraki’s fingernails begin to scrape against the sensitive skin of his neck, his lip being gnawed at relentlessly. Will you find this off putting? Should he have said something else? Or did he say too much and weird you out. If you ever were to reject him in any form, even he is unsure of what he’d do.

From: [First] 10:10 PM

tomo-kuuuuuuun (´;︵;`)

From: [First] 10:10 PM

thank u, it means a lot. i should probably head off soon... it’s getting late

From: [First] 10:11 PM

goodnight <333 thank u for today! i’ll talk to u tomorrow and we can game if ur up to it!

Ceasing his harmful actions, Shigaraki pulls his hand away to respond. Ignoring the warmth of blood traveling down his neck, he hurriedly types a response to you.

To: [First] 10:11 PM

Goodnight [First]

From: [First] 10:12 PM

o(≧∇≦o)

He thinks he might be in love after all.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki imagine #yandere tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #bnha imagine #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #my stuff

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magic-number-3 · 3 years

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omg pls give us the finn inspiring a storm trooper rebellion speech my body is ready for some good takes 👀

oh iz! oh dear. I’m so flattered but I’m afraid I’ve misled you! I know I referenced in the tags of this post about a story I was drumming up regarding force-sensitive finn. However, what I was referring to was a separate, non star wars affiliated story that (i hope) fulfills the force-sensitive finn storyline many of us were looking for. Cause then itd be cool to actually make it someday! haha. I will be posting some moodboard stuff for that sometime this week or next week. In the meantime, there’s this great post about a force-sensitive finn that matches a lot of the same energy (not to mention just excellent writing)!

And also some force-sensitive finn takes anyway;

a) First of all, JJ or whoever did confirm after TROS that what finn was trying to tell rey was that he was force-sensitive, but that he never got the opportunity, and this PISSES ME OFF for a number of reasons. don't try and retcon something like that and make it canon. same energy as jkr saying Dumbledore was gay for the diversity points. obviously its a little different here cause it wasn't for diversity, but my point still stands. its lazy and if that's what it was supposed to mean it should've been explicitly in the text. I, and as far as I’m aware many others, wanted force-sensitive finn and ASSUMED we’d be getting him and tros failed to give that to us. ESPECIALLY when JJ was signed back on for 9 and he gave us finn with a lightsaber in 7 which was abandoned in 8. anyway I obviously have lots of feelings about this trilogy. And I don’t want to go too hard on JJ here specifically because i’ve heard there was lots of behind-the-scenes stuff going on with the writing of this movie, but I'm still upset about it. either put it in explicitly or don't bother to tease it all. that whole back and forth of finn trying and failing to tell rey came off more disappointing than anything else because it didn't amount to anything; all of that suspense of that just deflated when the movie gave the ending it did for me

b) If you know that's what he was going to say, just put it in there! for all the craziness that was tros it would've been so easy to slip that in there and tie up the storyline in a simple conversation. (lit rally have not watched this movie since I saw it in the theatre but) doesn't he try to tell rey but she stops him and goes ‘i know’? WTF??? Just tell the audience then And make it clear!! just add ‘i know you're force senstive’ or something!!! or she goes ‘i know’ and poe is like ‘am i missing something??’ and then finn tells him!!!! there's a whole storyline about how it creates a rift between poe and finn for petes sake!!! you need to tie that up!! it would've been so much cooler to have poe trying to tell rey the entire film and then in the final battle there could be an AMAZING REVEAL when he saves her or just anyone using the force when they thought they were done for that helps renew peoples sense of hope and turns the tide of the battle. imagine that energy!!! the audience would be in uproar!! it would be MAGIC!!! but rey had to have her showdown with Palpatine to give ben a moment to redeem himself, so whatever. I'm still ENRAGED

c) speaking of things that make me enraged lets talk about my man john finn boyega. my heart! did you SEE his excitement for tfa??? gigantic billboards of him holding a lightsaber!!! he could not shut up about his excitement! we all know the iconic Instagram caption! they told him he was the next star of star wars!! and then that was COMPLETELY SIDELINED in tlj with very little more done in tros! i want to see john finn boyega SCREAMING that heartfelt speech to a sea of stormtroopers to show them they can be their own people and make their own decisions, because that speech exists out there somewhere. not that its been written by anyone professionally involved with star wars, but that idea exists in the world and its a damn shame it never came to fruition

d) also lets just think about the power of a force sensitive finn storyline would have at all. you cant discuss his character without discussing ex-stormtrooper. So you have finn, who in tfa and tlj is largely just a bug the first order was trying to squash because he had the audacity to betray them and they needed to set an example in case anyone else got ideas. but he isn't just a bug, as a force sensitive he becomes one of the key players on the board and just like!!! isn't that the biggest fuck you!!! like hell yeah!!! finn spent his entire life putting his life on the line for an organization that removed him from whatever his home and family looked like in his youth and actively oppressed him and told him he was nothing and now he gets to tear it apart with his own force sensitive hands!!! LIKE?????

anyways I’m sure i have many more thoughts on this but I'm very busy today and this is all i came up with. hope this is in the realm of what you were looking for have a nice day ❤️

#long post #john boyega #force sensitive finn #finn #sw #star wars #my posts #my asks #of skies & stars

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telehxhtrash · 4 years

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Tele, I raise you HIGHSCHOOL AU + KISSING BOOTH + PRACTICE KISSING.

Ysabel I am going to pass out because of how much i adore this idea. I. I'm in love. This is it. I'm an absolute SUCKER for dumb rom-com clichés and you managed to put 3 of those in the same thing and i- it's perfect. honestly i dont even have WORDS fjdngjkdngjk it's so PERFECT IT WOULD WORK SO WELL OMFG SO LIKE this is how i imagine itd go (buckle up it's gonna be the most cliché thing you've ever read - and also probably extremely badly written but pls bear with me)

• Gon is ofc the extremely popular kid, in every sports club he could ever possibly join, extremely athletic and very kind to everyone and loveable - basically everyone is in love with him.

• Killua is the rich (ok remember that he's rich pls it's important), smart kid who mostly keeps to himself and pretty much scares people away because he's always sarcastic/doesn't want to be bothered.

And of course, they've been best friends since forever. They grew up together, always do everything together, hang out everyday.... And it's because they're so different that it works. They both allow each other to shine brighter.

Prom is pretty close, and all the excitement surrounding it totally flies over Killua's head because he's never been and will NEVER go, thank you very much. The mere thought of being in the same room as thousands of horny teenagers is enough to make him want to puke.

But Gon, sweet, adorable, peppy Gon, runs full speed at Killua down the hallway the SECOND he hears about prom, like he's been doing for the past 3 years.

"Gon I swear to god if you ask me to go to prom again after i told you a thousand times that i will NEVER go i will-"

"Mh-mh Killua ! That's not it ! I had a brilliant idea on how to fund prom this year !!" that sentence and Gon's wide grin and the glint of mischief in his eyes make Killua very scared of what's coming next...

"A kissing booth !! I'm gonna set up a kissing booth !" hold on- WHAT??

Gon can't set up a kissing booth - Gon has never kissed anyone in his life, he told Killua so himself a few weeks ago, and now he wants to set up a kissing booth where, knowing his popularity, he'll probably kiss hundreds of people??? Just the thought of it makes Killua's stomach drop - Gon's first kiss wouldn't be with him. Of course it wouldn't. Just because they did everything together didn't mean Gon wanted to do those things with him. Holding hands. Going on dates. Kissing. Who was he kidding.

But Gon looks embarassed, putting his hand on his neck and looking down at the ground, but why would he be, he has no filter and-

"But Killua... I've never kissed anyone remember... W-What if I kiss the first person and I do terribly bad and then no one will come and I will be the reason why prom is cancelled and then everybody will hate me and all of this because i can't kiss and i-"

"I mean, we could practice." Killua finds himself interrupting, and Gon looks up at him, looking extremely shocked.

"...I-If you want of course ! I'm your best friend, it doesn't bother me" Killua feigns nonchalance.

But Gon's shocked expression turns into one an excited puppy would make. "REALLY KILLUA ?? You'd do that for me??" and Killua tries to keep his cool and just replies with a "yeah, yeah, no big deal".

So they decide to meet up at Gon's place the same day, after school. Killua has homework but for once, he'll let it slide.

Killua is a nervous mess when he sits on Gon's bed, not knowing what to do with his hands and his palms are so sweaty, he feels like he's gonna pass out any second -

"So, are you still okay with this Killua? We don't have to if you don't want to !!" "N-no it's nothing, idiot ! I'm the one that offered to help you out. Don't worry about it."

It feels like Killua's face is gonna fall off because it feels so red.

Gon sits next to him, and Killua turns his head around to get a good look at his face and oh- his eyes are sparkling, his face is getting closer to his, and it's only when their lips are so close together that he can feel his breath on his lips that Gon whispers:

"Can I kiss you, Killua?"

And Killua crosses the distance between their lips, letting himself completely fall.

The first kiss is chaste, just a quick peck on the lips. The second is a bit more experimental, a bit longer but also a lot more teethy - but it's no secret that Gon has always been eager and impatient. Their third kiss makes Killua's heart jump to his throat, because Gon's tongue is in his mouth and it's messy and way too overwhelming, but Killua feels like he could die on the spot because this is everything he's ever wanted. To kiss Gon.

During the few weeks that preceded the Kissing Booth Event, Killua and Gon made a habit of going to Gon's house to "practice" and "make sure he doesn't get rusty" as Gon said. Not that Killua minded.

The day of the Kissing Booth event, Killua, fueled by a sudden strike of courage, decides to wake up as early as possible to be the first one in line at the kissing booth. I mean, he's the one who helped Gon get as good at kissing as he is right now, it's only fair to pluck the fruits of his labor, right ? And it's only fair compensation for the amount of homework Killua missed because he was too busy kissing Gon and thinking about Gon's lips and how soft they felt against his and how good it feels to be able to put his fingers in his hair to drag him closer -

So yeah, Killua was definitely going to be the first one there. He'll fight anyone who tries to steal his spot. But luckily, it seems no one comes here before him, but seeing Gon looking so adorable setting up his little booth makes Killua want to run away as fast as possible because he was so, so stupid - gon was just practicing with him there was no way he would ever want to kiss him for real, he'd probably say something like "I'm sorry Killua, I can't be seen kissing you in public, it's kind of embarassing you know...." and UGH why was Killua such a dumb idiot-

But Gon flashes his brightest smile at Killua and yells so enthusiastically his name that Killua forgets all thoughts and decides to just get this over with. He can do this !

As Killua walks towards Gon, Gon just says with a snarky smile "Killua ! Are you here to see if all our practice paid off ?" Killua can only mumble "Shut up idiot.", before sliding 100 jennies on the booth with shaking hands because he feels like he might just die this instant.

It's only when he feels Gon's finger touch his chin and slowly lift his head up that he realizes just in what situation he's in, but Gon's eyes look so bright and warm and they make him feel so calm, that when Gon presses his lips onto Killua's for a chaste kiss, Killua just lets himself melt into the kiss.

When they break apart, Killua is so dazed and at loss for words, but still manages to reach into his wallet for 100 more jennies, putting them on the booth slowly, while still staring into Gon's eyes in complete silence.

And Gon obliges, going in for another kiss, smiling against Killua's lips.

On his 5th kiss, Killua starts to realize that there is ambiant noise surrounding them now, and people are waiting in line and starting to get impatient. Oh god, he can't believe what he's about to do.

He digs into his wallet and puts 50 000 jennies in front of Gon, and barely manages to spit out any coherent words but he still tries : "W-would that be enough to buy all the kisses you have available?"

And Gon just lets out the most open, beautiful laugh Killua has ever heard. He leans in slowly and says, voice barely above a whisper

"If you wanted to kiss me you could've just said so, Killua. I can give you a discount."

And the next thing Killua knows, Gon's lips are on his again, but this time it feels different - it feels more eager, like Gon is claiming him, like Gon has been waiting for this. And when they break apart, Gon grabs Killua's hand, looks at the people waiting in line, flashes his best smile and says: "Sorry guys, but we reached the goal for prom, we're all out of kisses ! I would tell you to come back later but I think we got a very persistent customer here who wants to have a monopoly on all my kisses, sorry !"

Killua just wants to melt into the ground because how can someone be so embarassing!!! He's truly trying to kill him !! But Gon's hand lets go of his to rest on his cheek, slowly dragging Killua's lips towards his once again.

And Killua can't help but think : best. purchase. ever.

omg HONESTLY if anyone who has better writing skills than me wants to have a go with this trope i beg of you go ahead i will give my life away to see this highschool kissing booth + kissing practice AU come to life, i would do ANYTHINGGGG to read a proper fic about this HAHAHAH

thank you so much for blessing my day with this ask ily ♥♥

#holy shit this was so long im so sorry HJFBDGJBG #i got so carried away HAHAHA #IM SORRY ITS SO TERRIBLY WRITTEN PLS SOMEONE I BEG OF YOU REWRITE IT BETTER PLEASEEEEEE #i still hope it was okay <3<3 #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS TROPE I LOVE IT SO MUCH I HAVE NO WORDS FOR IT #IT MAKES ME CRY BECAUSE ITS SUCH A GOOD TROPE #YES YES YES YES #ask #headcanons

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gunmetalgrey-trashpile · 3 years

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SMS [ bucky ] : for @diabolicaltendencies

SMS [ bucky ] : i know everything about him, more than anyone SMS [ august 📷 ] : but good luck kicking my ass, id like to see it

SMS [ bucky ] : ive fucked over bigger people than u pal dislocated my brothers shoulder and he’s 6.3 u even got two shoulders?? SMS [ bucky ] : height isnt everything i got one and a half SMS [ bucky ] : so that’s half the job done right there Ur literally fighting with an arm tied behind ur back bro SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah and ill still beat you ask august abt that SMS [ bucky ] : fat chance loverboy even my fucking ex was bigger than u and I put him in A&E U fought Auggie?? u really do have a death wish SMS [ august 📷 ] : we didn't fight fight but i can beat him at armwrestling so ill take my chances with you SMS [ bucky ] : he’s got a heart probably did it bc he felt bad 4u SMS [ august 📷 ] : oh no this was a fair fight SMS [ bucky ] : says who SMS [ august 📷 ] : me and if you ask august, him too SMS [ bucky ] : ill yell at him through the door although maybe he’s not so strong he hasn’t broken it SMS [ august 📷 ] : im rooting for him to kick it down i just think itd be fun but yeah see what he says SMS [ bucky ] : i will kill you and dump ur body off a bridge SMS [ august 📷 ] : you wish i liked it better when you werent threatening murder SMS [ bucky ] : tough titties SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah i guess so SMS [ bucky ] : he won’t reply I think he might be sulking SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah well you stole his phone SMS [ bucky ] : that doesn’t make him special i don’t have a phone what was I supposed to do SMS [ august 📷 ] : get a phone of your own? SMS [ bucky ] : gross -100 why would you even suggest that SMS [ august 📷 ] : because thats what normal people do SMS [ bucky ] : what am I then Choose ur next words carefully SMS [ august 📷 ] : not normal SMS [ bucky ] : :middle_finger1: SMS [ august 📷 ] : you asked for it and i was nice SMS [ bucky ] : I am a GIFT My presence is a PRESENT You are lucky to have any of my time thank you very much SMS [ august 📷 ] : am i? i mostly remember being interrogated SMS [ bucky ] : not everyone gets that pleasure ok SMS [ august 📷 ] : do other people keep a closer eye on their phones? SMS [ bucky ] : you’d think so but no I’m pretty sure my brother has a fake one as he’s less bothered about it SMS [ august 📷 ] : which one? but it seems likely, if this is something you do a lot SMS [ bucky ] : the politician don’t see much of the other two SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah wouldnt be surprised really? i guess august said severin was a doctor SMS [ bucky ] : docs busy yeah baby’s song whatever he does mynameisuntoldYesterday at 22:12 i guess it's hard to keep track with so many of you SMS [ bucky ] : so many better get learning pal if you ever want to make it that far mynameisuntoldYesterday at 22:14 i've got a handle on what he's told me so far but yeah i'll do what i can SMS [ bucky ] : august tell you much about his side? mynameisuntoldYesterday at 22:15 a little bit - he mentioned his brother SMS [ bucky ] : Must not like you that much then SMS [ august 📷 ] : how come? he's allowed some privacy though apparently not from you SMS [ bucky ] : privacy and trust aren’t the same thing SMS [ august 📷 ] : okay yeah thats true but i dont think hes cheating or anything and if i dont have his trust thats on me SMS [ bucky ] : it is buckski SMS [ august 📷 ] : i am actually trying with him just so we're clear SMS [ bucky ] : what does trying look like cheating?? ur at the monogamy stage?? SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah i think so SMS [ bucky ] : or is this assuming?? SMS [ august 📷 ] : half assuming half it's been long enough that i wouldnt be surprised given that he's kept coming back, im counting that as a win since he's all over the world half the time SMS [ bucky ] : wow sounds like someone needs a big boy conversation SMS [ august 📷 ] : probably but im not having that with you SMS [ bucky ] : why not im a big boy SMS [ august 📷 ] : because it's between me and him SMS [ bucky ] : I am now the referee of ur relationship do u really like him SMS [ august 📷 ] : that's weird yes SMS [ bucky ] : promise me i will fuck ur life up of you mess with him im not kidding SMS [ august 📷 ] : i promise SMS [ bucky ] : im an expert at it SMS [ august 📷 ] : you've got my full backing to fucking up lives? SMS [ bucky ] : google me you’ll see he deserves someone who’s going to put him first no matter what SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah ill do that he does and i hope i can SMS [ bucky ] : so you break his heart you’ll live in total misery till ur dying day or I kill u Whichever comes first SMS [ august 📷 ] : good shovel talk its good you care about him and ill keep it in mind SMS [ bucky ] : more than anything pal you should be very afraid of me SMS [ august 📷 ] : ill allow you that id be afraid to see what youd do even if i can definitely take you in a fight SMS [ bucky ] : watch ur back I come armed which is easy in ur country SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah dont fucking remind me not to say i probably couldnt come armed too for that exact reason SMS [ bucky ] : u shoot? SMS [ august 📷 ] : not much anymore but yeah army SMS [ bucky ] : wait that’s what you meant by vet ahhhhhhhhhh SMS [ august 📷 ] : yeah did you think i worked with animals fuck that's hilarious and that's why i can take you in a fight SMS [ bucky ] : shut the fuck up SMS [ august 📷 ] : no im having a good time SMS [ bucky ] : why was I supposed to think it WASNT that SMS [ august 📷 ] : because its obvious??? add the arm and you've got all the context you could want SMS [ bucky ] : you could have lost it to a big dog or a horse idk SMS [ august 📷 ] : i dont live near horses but yeah maybe or a rat theyre big here SMS [ bucky ] : HOW BIG SMS [ august 📷 ] : i knew someone who saw one that was catsized SMS [ bucky ] : yh good luck m8 of ur not a horse guy SMS [ august 📷 ] : definitely seen one close to that why oh your family yeah ive never rode SMS [ bucky ] : well now I want u to survive the fight just to die that way SMS [ august 📷 ] : ill survive the fight and watch for rogue horses

#discord thread 001.5 | bucky and alex texts #epiitaphs #v; ⋱ it’s just another graceless night - but when we’re dancing I’m alright ⋰ ⦙ |*| ( alternate musicians )#diabolicaltendencies

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sanguinarius-archive · 4 years

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Hey! Could I get to know some of your headcanons about dickfigures/your designs for them? :D

ya ya sure!!!!

i already have my designs for them up if you havent seen, here they are!

as for headcanons idk how long this post will be so ill just add a read more for anyone who might not wanna scroll thru it all lol

red!!!!!

his real name is rowan bc i thought it was cute, also it means “little red one” which is eVEN BETTER

he’s nonbinary masc and bisexual! the self projection is REAL

he has adhd

most of my headcanons kinda flow into my own version of dick figures because i’m not very Satisfied with canon NJSJDNSKM so like. for example red doesn’t just kill people or whatever. he gets into fights and has scars and wears bandaids a lot bc of them

he graduated college with blue, he got a bachelor’s degree in fine arts (honestly idk how college works bc im a grade 10 baby so if thats like totally wrong just let me know also im. canadian so idk how american school system works LOL)

red got suspended a lot in high school but never expelled. mostly bc he got in fights that were mainly him protecting stacey from shitty people (he sees her as his sister so he was rlly protective) and the school wasnt really sure what else to do so they just. you know. suspended him a bunch of times hoping itd do something but it didnt

he hates his dad! reason being is bc when he was born, his dad was actually an alien able to disguise himself as human, so he wanted to take red back to his home planet cuz red turned out to be more powerful than anything his dad had ever seen. but red’s mom was like Nope, so she snuck out with him and his plush cat (kitty amazing) and they were never found. red is very close with his mom and is scared of his dad coming back someday

we know he canonically likes rlly loud music so im just gonna project here and say he’s a metalhead. at least, some form of it. he likes the alt scene music and industrial rock. examples being deftones, nine inch nails, skinny puppy, rage against the machine, kittie and others. it keeps him focused and calm

bLUE!!!

we know blue was bullied as a kid but i dont wanna say red also bullied him bc i feel like thats just wrong to me? MAYBE ITS NOT ACTUALLY but it just makes me sad so like. lets say red, being as protective as he is, stood up for blue a lot cuz he was like “oh this kid cant fight” so he knew what to do

blue dated pink for awhile but they mutually agreed to break up after blue realized this wasnt what he wanted (he came to the conclusion that he was gay, well, he knew for awhile but it was Internalized Homophobia)

he grew up in a very conservative family so to see the world completely differently by meeting red, ems (lt), pink and stacey was a very good thing for him. unfortunately even tho his family did love him, it was conditional so they stopped talking to him after he came out. thankfully he’d already graduated high school by that point

despite being emotional blue isn’t very good at understanding how he’s an emotional person. he’s able to distinct one feeling from another and analyze them, but it’s just... hard for him to kind of. process WHY he feels a certain way? which is what’s led to a lot of his struggles in getting closer with ppl

he loooves reading and writing we already know this but i mean come on. he also got a bachelor’s degree in english/ela. so he’s able to become a teacher ig but he doesn’t really want to? at least not for awhile yet

blue was ems’ first friend. at first he couldn’t understand why they had tics but decided he shouldn’t get into someone else’s business. he didn’t find it weird, just cool!

he and red would always pair up for projects if they had classes together!!!!!! blue would do the writing/research and red would do the illustrations. they always turned out really good even if it ended with red cramming it at the last minute

surprisingly hates broseph more than red. well i mean its not surprising, because broseph was always a huge DICK to him

blue’s real name is wyatt!!!!! i forget the meaning but i felt the sound of it and the meaning fit him well

piiiiink!!!!!!!!!!

she’s still in college, getting her doctorate to be an astrophysicist!

pink is very very smart and will help anyone who’s struggling with something in school. she was basically the genius who always got in the honor roll every year. but, she actually was really anxious especially with exams

pink encourages stacey to go back to school, and sometimes stacey does, but she always ends up leaving again. it’s a little stressful but pink has hope for her

she’s never drank one sip of alcohol in her entire life. she smoked weed once, but it felt weird so she didn’t do it again

ever since she and blue broke up she’s been very supportive of him bc she herself is bisexual!!! so she sees nothing weird about it. in fact, about almost a year later she started dating stacey

pink’s real name is lily. when she became friends with blue she met red through him and she was like “can i join your nickname thing” and they said “sure” so they called her pink. stacey sometimes calls her pinky or just pink but mostly lily

pink helped red with academics. even tho he was sometimes insufferable to work with (/j thats a Joke i promise she’s a very patient person) she didn’t give up on him!!!! in return he helped her out with some fitness stuff cuz pink was always insecure about gym, and later when she graduated she actually got into exercising bc of red!

she loves travelling and going for walks. she owns a lot of houseplants and she’s given them all names and takes very good care of them! she also owns an albino ball python named Velvet

STACEYYY!!!!!!!

stacey is nOT actually all about sex this time ok. i don’t like that. i mean she did have some personality in canon but it wasn’t much? anyways she just really likes to express herself thru tight/”risque” clothing like fishnets and leather and pleated skirts and thigh-highs and platform boots, all of that. basically she’s a goth girl but doesn’t really “act” like one

she’s really intelligent when it comes to animals and insects and will tell you anything you need to know. when she goes back to college she gets a degree in environmental science

stacey can play the electric and bass guitars!!!! she was in a band back in high school but it never really went anywhere beyond performances at parties in someone’s garage. not that she didn’t like it, looking back on it makes her feel happy, but she wished it continued. probably why she has a hard time going back to college bc she’s not sure what she really wants

stacey is a trans woman btw!!!!! unfortunately it was a little difficult in high school to be who she was bc some kids were jerks, but there were a lot of others who supported her which is good

she views red as her brother as well and they still hang out a lot

i haven’t really had time to focus on stacey and make headcanons and stuff for her so i don’t have a lot but... let’s say, secretly, she’s a scifi nerd. and for the sake of debate, let’s say she’s a marvel fan. if you count being a fan of deadpool as being a fan of marvel

LOVES GIRLS.... loves pink!!!

has very similar music taste to red’s!!!!!

emssss!!!!!!! (lt)

instead of being a stereotype of ppl with tourette’s syndrome, it’s just a normal thing that isn’t focused on a whole lot. it doesn’t make ems swear but if they get really really frustrated they’ll curse while doing one of their tics

ems is agender, i’d say they’re also ageless but i don’t really want to make them too “nonhuman” because i feel like that’s dehumanizing to people with tourette’s. so let’s just say most laws of existence don’t apply to them

they’re very friendly!

they’re an aspiring musician, just like in canon

ems is also big into horror movies believe it or not. they’re pretty critical of them though like most horror movie fans, and only like specific ones (i’m not a horror movie fan myself so i can’t say what Specific Ones they like ajsdhbjn just imagine they have good taste okay)

they r very artsy too and like doing crafts cause it gives them something to focus on. it’s just a hobby though it’s not something they’re Professional at

they love nature and flowers and trees and all kinds of plants and animals!!! they like to document what they see when they travel thru nature and stuff so they bring a camera with them (and their phone, but, you know whatever)

ems was never really affected by things people said to them regarding their syndrome. to them it was something they were born with, so they couldn’t bother to feel bad about themselves. in certain situations theyre able to control it but 90% of the time they don’t care about what ppl think

aaaand there u go!!! as for minor characters like raccoon, jason/trollz0r, broseph, dingleberry, they all exist (raccoon isnt a racist stereotype tho), i just dont focus on them a whole lot. most of my hcs for stacey and ems here were thought up on the spot since i havent had time to lay out all my ideas for them but i hope what i have here is good !!!!

also, red and blue ARE dating, and pink and stacey ARE ALSO dating. gay rights

#asks #dick figures #Anonymous

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god-fucking-dammit-mizutani · 5 years

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take me out (of this world)

Rating: G | Word Count: 2,100 Tags: Aliens, Fake Dating, Convention AU, Chat Logs, Pining, Tags to be added Chapters: 1 / ?

Oikawa Tooru just wants to eat something that isn’t Go-gurt, and maybe meet some of his online friends at the upcoming science fiction convention in town. If only life for a college student out on his own wasn’t so expensive.

Or maybe if he had an underclassman who needed his help and might be willing to buy his dinner just long enough to save up for a weekend pass. Win/win, right?

Blue skies sit far on the horizon. The sun is strong this evening, breaking through even the thick rain clouds set overhead the gymnasium, it's vibrant beam giving the world an eery, orange glow. It's the first sign of daylight Oikawa's glimpsed after practice since the long, dark nights of winter had seemed to never want to leave.

Rain droplets slip down the length of Kageyama's bangs. He says nothing but, "Please!" again and again. "You're a persistent little prick," Oikawa sneers. He hears some of their teammates jittering about behind him, their footsteps damp and sloshing on the pavement. He hasn't bothered to learn all of their names just yet. Most of them will quit before the first semester ends. They're more preoccupied planning where to eat than to spare the two of them a glance, but Oikawa feels his cheeks heat regardless. "I need you to help me," Kageyama insists. Oikawa hears it, the distinct lack of the full request. It surprises him that Kageyama might have the ability to feel shame, even after chasing Oikawa out of the locker room and pinning him just outside the gymnasium. "Ask one of your friends." Kageyama looks upwards then. Rain slips down the chisel of his jaw, hesitates on the point of his chin before it falls indistinctly with the rest of the downpour. His lips pull back tightly, his face so pinched that Oikawa almost asks if he's constipated. "Oh my god," Oikawa exclaims under an excited breath. "You don't have any friends." "I do!" Kageyama shouts.

It feels like the world pauses for him to consider. "I do! I have—Hinata! And..." his voice lowers, this time his gaze fluttering back to the footpath. "Others," he finishes cryptically.

Oikawa laughs glibly. “I can't believe it!” Oikawa shifts, his shoes so damp from being stationary that they squish uncomfortably. He winces, but continues, “You don't have any friends, fuck!”

“Neither do you,” Iwaizumi says, tapping his shoulder on his way by. Kageyama stiffens up at the spine as Iwaizumi gives him a polite wave on his way past.

“I do, too, Iwachan!” Oikawa shouts at his back. “At least I have Kuroo!” he sticks out his tongue, even if Iwaizumi can't see him. Regardless, Iwaizumi just holds up his arm in a wave of dismissal.

“Sure do,” Kuroo slides up beside him. “Ready?” he asks, hiking his bag further up his shoulder.

“So you see,” Oikawa says, tilting his head back and to the side to stare Kageyama down from his nose, smiling as smugly as he can, “we must be on our way.” Water tickles down his neck, the drizzle never lightening around them. He pulls Kuroo along, pointedly keeping his eyes on the horizon. It's still bright and blue. “Bye, bye Tobio~!”

But before they pass, his wrist is grasped. Tight and warm is the hand around his skin, and Oikawa looks back.

“Please,” Kageyama pleads. His eyes are as brilliant as the far off sky and something clenches in Oikawa's chest. “Consider what I asked, Oikawa.” There's a fierceness to his voice, steadfastness in his gaze and it roots Oikawa to the pavement even as Kageyama scampers back towards the gym. At the door he seems to remember something and turns back, bowing at Oikawa and Kuroo before reentering.

“What was that about?” Kuroo asks.

He swallows. “Don't worry about it.“

The ring of Oikawa’s skin where Kageyama had held him remains warm the whole way home.

*****

“What's for dinner tonight?” Oikawa asks his fridge, already pulling open the door to the freezer. It takes some rummaging before Oikawa gets his prize: the very last of the Strawberry Splash Go-gurt he'd hidden behind the ice maker. He makes sure to shove it immediately into the pocket of his hoodie as soon as it breaches past the door, checking to make sure his roommate hadn't materialized in the room while his attention had been elsewhere. Kuroo would be cross if he knew.

Once he's tucked safely in his own room, door locked, Oikawa savors his meal. The bed's mattress sinks under his weight when he kneels on it, the springs long since dead. It's been that way since he and Kuroo fished it from the apartment complex’s trash, but if visitors assume it’s from his own exploits, well, Oikawa’s not in the business of correcting them.

He sits up on his haunches to reach the window's latch, rolling the glass open to let some air into the room. Petrichor seeps in through the mesh screen. Oikawa stays by the window, breathes it in deeply. It’s pleasant. The cold season had left his room smelling stale, even when it felt like winter had been invited in through porous drafts.

Oikawa leans until the wires rest against his forehead, pushing only enough to feel as if there were nothing even there, but not enough to dislodge the screen.

Outside is still vibrant and hazy, the drizzle having followed him home, lazily pelting the sidewalk and passersby. Oikawa watches a lady across the way stop to let her dog sniff, a reddish, stout breed Oikawa doesn't know the name of. His eyes droop over the mundanity, fat droplets plopping at his sill almost enough of a lullaby that it begs him to take an early evening nap with the light chill of sun showers as his blanket. He rolls the very ends of the Go-gurt tube up inch by inch, until the wad of it rolls up under his nose.

By his feet on his bed, his laptop chimes.

Then again.

Oikawa stares at the screensaver, leaning back on one hand, the empty Go-gurt tube clutched between his teeth. It rings again with several messages before he decides against his nap and slides off his back legs, pulling the laptop onto his thighs. Oikawa shoulders himself back into a nest of pillows at the headboard of his bed, the pull dislodging his charger from the docking port. He drops the remnants of dinner into the nearby trash can, burying it under an old magazine already tossed away. Just in case.

He closes the full screen of the movie he'd fallen asleep to last night. Behind it, the group chat explodes with new messages, zipping down the box faster than Oikawa can read.

defenderoftheoatmeal: I heard they got that dude who directed the last Godzilla movie for a panel this year.

pacificrimjob: !!!!!!

pacificrimjob: i have to buy my badge still…….

SuperWhoLock420: prices go up next week

BigFootBigHeart: Better do it soon

BigFootBigHeart: ^^

defenderoftheoatmeal: lol

Spacegrl: we should find time to meet up

defenderoftheoatmeal: Oooooh

Spacegrl: we can discuss when the schedule is finalized

Spacegrl: but maybe that saturday?

It takes some shuffling back through his tabs before Oikawa finds the official con’s site. He frowns. The badge prices already make him feel woozy. It's about seven boxes of lunch and dinner-- if he doesn't split the price with Kuroo.

A message pops up in the top right of the screen, another chime from his laptop speakers accompanying it. Oikawa glances at the screen name and breathes a laugh through his nose. Clicking it brings him to another chat room.

m1lkyway: have you gotten your pass yet

Oikawa taps at the keys pensively.

cryptidfckr: no

cryptidfckr: im debating if the con is more important than eating

m1lkyway: oh

m1lkyway: idk

M1lkyway: sorry.

He huffs another laugh. His stomach gurgles, perhaps chiming in on their conversation with it's own protest, but Oikawa ignores it.

cryptidfckr:too bad im not a girl

cryptidfckr: itd be easier to find an idiot willing to date me

cryptidfckr: just for someone like me i mean

cryptidfckr: and then id never worry about food again

cryptidfckr: lol

He taps back over to the main group chat. The conversation has since picked up, the rest of his online friends filtering in from work or university. Little side chats start diverting throughout the group, some talking about upcoming films they're excited about, others discussing the latest recommendation.

Oikawa settles in deeper to his pillow bundle, grabbing deftly for the blanket around his ankles. It is still far too early when the sun dips below the horizon. The next time Oikawa looks up from his laptop, the world is dark save for the lights dotting every few windows of the building across the street. The rain has picked up, boisterous sounding now that he can no longer see it.

His laptop dings and Oikawa looks back.

m1lkyway: they would be lucky to date you

Oikawa's toes curl.

cryptidfckr: lmao

cryptidfckr: too kind

m1lkyway: im sure you get asked out all the time

He stiffens. The memory of Kageyama, bright blue eyes gleaming through a hazy, sun-filled smog, makes his chest feel tight. He'd been so brazen, unyielding. Not entirely an undesirable trait. Oikawa frowns. He had asked him out-- in some, deluded sort of way.

Oikawa runs his tongue along the bottom of his lip.

cryptidfckr: not much since high school

cryptidfckr: the type of girls who would date me aren’t into monster flicks and scifi

cryptidfckr: not too many guys want to deal with me

cryptidfckr: always ends up they feel like they're competing with me

cryptidfckr: or against girls

cryptidfckr: And not actually dating me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

m1lkyway: ah

Kageyama would probably be a bad boyfriend. Worse than himself, Oikawa thinks. He tightens his fist above the keyboard. Gruff and stubborn. Single minded and adorably simple. He'd be the worst and so Oikawa can see, can understand why Kageyama had been so adamant.

He relaxes his fingers, tugs back on each of them until the knuckles crack satisfyingly. His earlier fatigue has eased into a crackle of energy. It'll be a long night.

m1lkyway: would you like to watch another movie with me tonight?

Oikawa breathes in. He releases the breath through puckered lips.

cryptidfckr: i heard santa claus conquers the martians is awful

cryptidfckr: so itll be great

m1lkyway: cant wait

m1lkyway: *link*

Oikawa resettles himself on his side while the link loads up in his browser. He makes to replug his charger back in before propping himself up enough to type.

cryptidfckr: okay

cryptidfckr: 3…

cryptidfckr: 2…

cryptidfckr: 1….

In the morning, rain has given way to a cloudless sky. Oikawa rises to his screensaver playing; old faces from high school smiling back at him.

The groupchat is still open when he clicks past last night's third movie, his last few goodbyes still at the bottom. But there's an unread message on the side in his private chat that Oikawa doesn't remember seeing before his eyes had felt too heavy to keep open.

m1lkyway: just read theyll be playing house (1977) at x-con

m1lkyway: it would be great if we could see it together

And so Oikawa makes a decision.

But not about breakfast. He glowers at the last few packages of the Berry Blast Go-gurt still left in the box in their freezer. When he turns around, Kuroo grins at him, mouth pressed around a very distinctly red trimmed tube of Strawberry Splash.

“I have my secrets, too,” he says.

“Asshole.”

*****

He finds Kageyama by the locker room door, tying up his shoe laces. Oikawa wonders if they're too new to just slip on the way he does his own. He tries his best to tower over the other, the arch of his neck straining. Oikawa rests a volleyball on the swell of his hip, pinning it there with only the weight of his wrist, slurping up the tailend of his breakfast. "Okay," he says. Kageyama looks up at him, any sense of recognition infuriatingly missing in his stare. "If I said you had a goldfish memory," Oikawa tuts, "it'd be an insult to the fish." Kageyama scowls up at him. The jut of his bottom lip is prominent and Oikawa swallows the word Neanderthal back down his throat. "Your request," Oikawa pushes, rolling the ball up his waist and then letting it slip back down to pin against his hip. "I'm agreeing to it." There it is, Oikawa thinks when the spark of excitement flashes in Kageyama’s eyes, the other jumping to his feet as if gravity didn’t apply to him. Oikawa holds a finger up before he can be interrupted. Kageyama goes adorably crosseyed to stare it down. "I have one condition~" he lilts, reaching for his cellphone trapped under his waistband. He flips the top open, then snaps it back shut, shooting Kageyama his most devilish smile. Kageyama looks up at him. "First, I need you to ask me again," he smiles. Kageyama looks baffled and he adds, "but you to have to do it exactly like yesterday."

#Oikage #Kageoi #Oikageoi #oikageyear #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #kaegayama tobio #I'll add this to ao3 when I have more energy to give a once over and go through all the adding stuff ahaha #sparkle garbage #I'm posting a thing in time for once wooo!!!!!!

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wannasoftimagine · 7 years

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imagine park woojin as your classmate

project partners to dating partners :’)

(( AS REQUESTED // omg since ure a woojin stan can i get a request where y/n and woojin study in the same course after his wanna one activities (before he debuts in brand new music) and got closer after a project andddd you can write whatever after that LMAO :^) THANK YOU ))

okay so ure a fan of wanna one

who isnt tbh

and lucky u bc it turns out tht ure going to college w the one and only park woojin!!!!!!! (srsly tho what r the chances)

u forgot tht woojins age is kinda similar to urs bc he always acts like a tough guy on stage or a little kid off stage and u forget that hes a student like u

anyways

its a little weird to get used to seeing him in person after all the pictures n videos uve seen of him online

like?? hes a Real Person??? what a wild idea

and even tho ure both in the same college course, u try to keep ur distance

as much as ud like to befriend him, hes still an idol (even tho he hasnt debuted w brand new yet) and its rlly hard for u to start up a conversation w someone famous

also ure lowkey worried tht its going to ruin how much u admire him, and that actually talking to him will destroy how highly u view him

little do u kno hes seen u around campus before n thinks ure pretty cute

;))

okay but anyways

u make sure to stay out of his way bc the last thing u want is to bother him by asking for a signature or picture or smthn

u try and keep a minimum of like 10 yds between u at all times

(bc itd be even more embarrassing if u tripped right in front of him and that was the first thing he noticed abt u)

but lucky for u, life doesnt care what u have planned

bc its only a month into the semester and u already have a huge project assigned

of course, it’s a partner project

it might be okay if u were able to choose ur partners, but ur teacher insisted on trying to help everyone “bond w their classmates” so its all completely random

unfortunately for u, u get sick the day that ur teacher assigns partners

so u have no idea who ure paired up with

ure stuck asking some of ur classmates, but none of them rlly remember

everyone was a bit busy stressing out over their own partners tbh

and u keep asking around a bit, but u only know so many ppl in the class so eventually u kinda give up and hope ur partner isnt too bad

u settle on focusing on ur other classes, studying for future exams and reviewing ur notes in the library

even tho ure not sick anymore, u still feel a bit drowsy from all of the different medications u took and all of the work u were trying to catch up on

so. all excuses aside u fall asleep

prob not the best plan esp since some of ur things are balancing on the edge of ur desk

but the heart wants what the heart wants, and it rlly wants to sleep

ure having a rlly weird dream abt pirate monkeys when ure jolted awake by someone bumping into ur side

u look up to see someone sprinting away from u and like okay. thts a little weird

u try not to think abt it too much bc ure still kinda sleepy

so u settle on gathering ur things so u can head back to ur dorm and decide whether or not u want to study, sleep more, or find something to eat

as u collect everything, u notice a little post it note that hadnt been there before

in messy handwriting, it says “i didnt want to wake u but im ur partner for the partner project. im woojin and u can text me at [xxx-xxx-xxxx] whenever u want to meet up i hope u sleep well”

u realize that ur partner is prob the one u saw sprinting away from u earlier after he accidentally bumped into u lol

somehow u momentarily forget that ur partner is THE park woojin and ure like aw cool this woojin guy seems nice

then ure like WAIT A SECOND

ure highkey in shock and keep pinching urself to make sure its real

so u end up taking the rest of ur stuff back to ur room and wondering how u should text him

eventually u decide on a simple greeting and ur name, and u ask him when hes free

u have to send the text and then throw ur phone onto the floor bc U JUST TEXTED PARK WOOJIN ABT MEETING IN PERSON. GOD BLESS

ure suddenly super grateful abt every decision tht led u to this moment

anyways

ur phone buzzes on the floor so u scramble to pick it up

only to realize tht its a text from ur mom asking how ure doing

u text her back and tell her not to worry, then attempt to clean ur room a little instead of waiting for woojin to text u back

u just finish reorganizing ur closet when he texts u

its a quick text, smthn along the lines of “im free tmrw afternoon, do u want to meet by the cafeteria” so u agree quickly and hope u dont seem too desperate

and u KNOW its not a date

u guys havent even spoken to each other before so???

but ure still rlly nervous bc its WOOJIN and u want to impress him, even if ure just going to spend most of ur time talking abt boring coursework

u both settle on a time to meet and u pretend not to freak out

anyways skip to the next afternoon

u get there a bit early but ?? hes there already ??? ldsjks

and he looks Really Cute like hes wearing a sweater and ripped jeans and looking like complete boyfriend material wow ure p sure u can feel ur heart stop in ur chest

hes a bit awkward but uve heard abt how shy he is so u try not to take it personally

as soon as he sees u he blurts out tht u look nice and that is not helping the way tht this feels like a date

u guys end up moving to a bench in the shade bc its rlly nice out and this way ure able to talk freely without worrying abt being too loud

he explains the project a little, and u guys go back and forth offering up ideas

he always nods super enthusiastically whenever u suggest smthn and its honestly the cutest thing uve ever seen

its so weird for u to remember that this is the same guy uve seen videos of online bc what the heck

anyways

neither of u are extreme geniuses in the class, but ure both still pretty smart

ure pleased to find tht u guys complement each other well, w different areas of interest inside the same field

it helps ur project run a lot smoother than u thought it would, so u guys split up the work and agree to do as much as u can before u meet up again

ur conversations are still a bit stilted bc ure both still shy w each other, but overall u seem to get along well so ure happy

u text each other every once in awhile to talk abt the project or ask questions

u meet up a few more times in the next couple weeks but its all work and no business

still, over time u find urselves joking around with each other a little more, teasing each other and talking abt urselves instead of the project

of course, all things must come to an end

so all too soon, the day u submit the final project arrives

and ure a little worried tht woojin is going to disappear from ur life again

bc maybe he’s only been this nice to u bc hes just a sweet guy, but as soon as the project ends he wont care abt talking to u anymore

after all, its not like u guys meet up for meals or to hang out that often - even when ure just relaxing w each other, theres always some part of ur convo tht centers around the class

so as ure freaking out over this

he texts u asking if u want to come over to his dorm while he submits it

and mb u guys can just hang out afterwards?

obviously u agree and u cant stop smiling

when u show up at his dorm, hes wearing sweatpants and a tshirt and he looks adorable as heck when he invites u in

u guys sit on his bed as he loads all the stuff on his laptop and u try not to be hyperaware of the space between u two

woojins also screaming internally but somehow u dont notice the way he keeps staring at u out of the corner of his eye

u click the “submit” button together and HIS HANDS ARE SO GENTLE also theyre shaking a little???? huh

u assume its just bc hes Extra Nervous for the project but honestly? no hes just never been this close to u and hes freaking out

but anyways

u decide to go out to eat off campus afterwards to celebrate being done

a lot of the places have long waits or are too expensive so u just eat at a chikfila

its rlly casual but its fun and u guys argue abt whether chicken nuggets or chicken sandwiches r better and u cant help but think abt how much fun ure having w hiim

u end up blurting it out to him on accident and ure v v embarrassed

but he laughs and admits tht he rlly likes spending time w u too

so u promise each other to keep hanging out afterwards

it gets to the point where weeks later, ure still texting each other to complain abt classes or ask abt the other persons day

it still feels like a dream tbh

but u guys enjoy each others company whenever u can

most of the time u end up meeting each other at the cafeteria or studying together in the library, but u both just rlly like spending time w the other person

this routine continues for awhile and its prob the best part of ur life

but at one point ure trying to sneak up on woojin and surprise him when u see him talking to himself

as u creep forward, u realize tht hes actually on the phone, and he looks kinda stressed

it feels a bit invasive so ure looking around trying to find a place to go while he finishes up his phone call

but then u hear him say ur name so. consider u INTERESTED

and he keeps getting flustered and shutting down anything tht the other person says which is weird bc hes p shy, but hes never usually tht adamant and blushy abt something

eventually he tucks his phone away and lets out a Huge sigh so ure like,, hey u good

and he laughs it off but u can tell hes a little antsy, so u decide to tell him tht u overheard a little bit of him on the phone, and u ask him what it was about

he literally turns into a tomato its so funny u wish u had recorded it

but hes like “HOW MUCH DID U HEAR”

even tho u tell him u didnt hear much, he refuses to believe u and he spends the next few minutes pouting

u keep trying to get him to talk to u normally, but he refuses

finally he ends up grumbling smthn and ure like ???

and after a few half hearted efforts to repeat himself hes like “just tell me u dont like me back”

and. WHAT.

he pouts again and its so sos sosososoos o so cute u think ure going to combust honestly

“i kno u heard me tell him tht i like u!!!! just tell me u dont feel the same and leave me alone to cry”

and u have to reassure him tht u definitely didnt hear that BUT ALSO what???

n hes literally mortified when he realizes ure serious

but he has this rlly cute determined expression like “ok well now u kno i like u!!!!! y/n, please go out w me???”

n its like OF COURSE and u tell him tht u like him too and he keeps smiling and acting shy

honestly u both just make each other super happy

when u start dating, its not too diff from when u were friends, except now ure more affectionate w each other

both physically and with ur words

he loves hyping u up, and u feel the same

esp when he starts practicing more to debut w the rest of the bnm boys

u support the heck out of each other and can always count on the other person to be there for u when u need it the most

honestly its super soft and ure totally proud to be a lowkey campus couple even tho u have to keep ur relationship on the down low bc of dispatch

still u both care for each other a lot and u wouldnt trade what u have for the world

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this morning i watched him simply turn to his mother, "oh yeah did i tell you about the bin" - a source of financial frustrations for him. and that brief moment, that opportunity and ability to turn to someone and say hey, heres this thing at a drop of a hat. i really yearn for that. most if not all of my current connecrions eith people are totally false. theres no substance or genuine care. theres just this surface level like you dont want to see a dog withiut water but youre not going to adopt the dog. lately ive felt extremely isolated - i dont know if its even worth talking about. i dot know if talking about it will solve it or make it easier. i guess i think abiut this one tidbit of advice his mother got, its about creating and living in a new normal. what was once normal for you is over and you have to create a new normal for you. so my new normal is spending a lot of time alone. even if i worked, perhaps itd bother me less because id be distracted and tired and that in itself is sad. no matter what there is an extreme looming sadness. why the fuck does any of this matter, why do i care - why should i go on? whats the purpose of going on? what do i have besides the belief thst "everything is out there for me" as if i magixally decided to hibernste and ignore what opportunities i had available. i am a god damn termite to people. im just like.. this thing that hovers around and sucks your resources but you feel bad for it so you let it go. lately ive noticed the air of desperstion i carry. i want to be around people. i want to care and be cared for. i want to be active in someones life and have someone message me and ask me whats up on a regular basis and just.. you kbow, care. but the more i want it the more people have turned away. i offer everything for it laid out in front of me - my house, my food, what little money i have, the opportunities i manage to come up with - i just keep offering it all out so i can have it in return. or maybe just a portion of it. i believe im worthy of love. i dont live in such a state of depression; i have a variety of interests, i hold good conversations about politics and life and philosophy, i am creatively ralented and my domestic skills are top notch as are my hosting skills. i am worthy of love. but i am not receiving it. i am inherently shielded from love. like its sketchy and gross. like im a diseased animal. maybe they want to love me but they cant because im a person who cant be loved. i want to go out and do things with people but i am not invited. i dont even think its a personal thing, i think they coukd even think i wont have the means or care to be involved. sometimes i dont. but im never asked out for a coffee or a drink. my friendships come by happenstance, as they always have, and thoee hwppenstance friendships have never lasted. why am i never asked oto do interesting or fun things? not even free things? im isolated and im constantly constantly constantly reaching out for something. just wow, thank you for talking to me. like i have to beg people to hang out, double, triple check they didnt forget and once im there they busy themselves with anything but a direct connection to me. i watched this right to die documentary. it was focused towards mental and unseen health issues and the argument was made that perhaos in sone of these cases, if they expended as much energy tryi to help them live as they did helping them die, the might actully not want to die. but i think society ca be like that. they would rather help you die, little by little, piece by piece, than expend the energy to help you live. i realized i am very different from others thiugh. people tend to accept a very small amount of "help" as sonething large and amazing that they did. they donated, had a coffee eith a friend whos been down for months, did a birthday psrty gig cheap etc. but i would literally accept them into my house right now and bathe them and feed them and give them my clothes and make them a bed and listen to them cry for hours endlessly. this is without question. all they have to do is ask. maybe not even ask - ill offer if i think theyy could use it. because it hurts me not to. i feel really anxiously guilty and it will be invasive to my life knowing i didnt give everything i couldve to a person i thiught needed help that i had grown a bond eith. THATS how ive been walked on for a long time. i alloeed it, maybe asked for it, because i believe in helping. i know how bad life is. i live in the trenches of it. i dont want to see another person suffer the same way. i think id gut myself and give a kidney to someone i loved. life is too hard and i feel too much. once you know what true loneliness is, it really changes you as a person. it changes and shifts your perspective and at times i feel like i want to be the most genrrous person, thst im moved by suffering but at other times i am bitter. absolutrly bitter towards the world around me. why is there suffering and why is it sonlarge you cant do anythint abiut it. why could i say every person i know is "crazy" - no one is crazy . everyone truly is exactly the way they needed o be to survive this long. they developed their own coping skills and theyre more than likelt a total inconvinience to everyone else. which makes it "crazy" i was called neurotic. im not crazy, im neurotic. why am i bothered. why. why do i care. i dont care. thats the problem. i "care" because my environment forced me not to care to a point that everything is utterly futile. i cannot find a purpose to care. i dont care about having things. i dont. i barely care about eating. i barely care about affording smokes. these are things i "want" at rhe very least and nothing pushes me for it. nothing gets me up and solving these problems. nothing makes me feel like any of this is important eniugh to have and experience and be. why? in the end , theres nothing. i cannot get over the pure nothingness ahead of me. thats reqllt driving my anxiety. to me, i see nothing. i dont see myself with this job or career i want to be apart of, actively socializing and existing, i dont see myself living in an apartment or basement or shack or trailer, i dont see a family, no children, no reliability, no stability. is it my environment. is it the people i know. is it my city. is it the country. how do i solve this. what can i do to create purpose? i went out, i joined clubs, i put on shows, i picked up hobbies, i met new people, worked new gigs, experienced new romances but to what purpose. what do i do now. how do i enjot life? i admired his ability to enjoy life as is. like he takes joy in small things and everything is meaningful and worth value. he created purpose in his work and drive. he still does. i want that. at the very least. start small, right? i want to find wonder and joy in my world. i want to feel what he feels; going hiking, bike riding, buileing things, playing games, friendships - theres just like accomplishment in it. i try to implement this, regularly. i really try. a d being poor makes it easy because you learn to appreciate things alot more. i am so grateful for the ability to have what i have. and i create these scenarios and try to appreciate its novelty, i guess. like painting in an artists studio in a gallery. it should be an experience, something creative and inspiring. but no matter how hard i try to shine the experience, its nothing more than a gsthering space for fuck ups. i hate it. i hate it but how do i change it and what do i want. what do i want so i know the path to take for it. i willingly try new things with ease becahse i hope itll be the thing. something will click and this will be it but im 27 yrs old and ive had many experiences thst led to nothing. always nothing. and i grasp. i like cats. maybe ill work in a pet store. but thats crazy, a pet store is mearly retail and retail is nothing more than stocking shelves and talking to people. othing to do with cats. do i go to school? do i dedicate my being for the welfare of cats? is it that important to my life? do i cook? professionally? what about baking? a greenhouse? floral designer? "just get -a- job". fine. fine. fine. get -a- job, but then what? i can eat but i have no desire to. i can buy nice things, go places - have no desire to. fantastic, im not a burden to anyone - the real goal. but i have nothing. and its so hard, so fucking hard to comprehend nothing when you know something. i never imagined the reality of nothing on such a level. ever. i knew it would come, but the heavy reality of it is something i never couldve known. so no one understands having a tangible "something" and feeling nothing. what is a nice house. what is a nice car. what is luxury and why does it matter and why dont i feel the same way about it? its nice, its easy, its beautiful- i see it. but why doesnt it make me feel the same way it does him and my exs and my friends. why dont i care? i think.. 5 hours ahead of me, really. i try to think a day or so ahead but i never go through with anything i think ill do a day from now. who knows what will happen. who knows if i get an opportunity for honest interacrion, who knows if i earn money - but i know in five hours ill still be here. ill probably want weed. ill probably want food. maybe ill be tired and sleep early or nap until someone bothers to acknowledge me. maybe they wont, but thatll be for me in five hours to deal with and itll start over again. working paycheck to paycheck is nothing like living hour to hour. i am in the absolute worst position of my life, bar none. i have never been so bad off, so depressed, so hopeless for such a long period of time. i am totally lost. always. j

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