#im supposed to be going to a party tomorrow ill just be thinking about this all night

[bunglegaydogs]

ch. 109 spoilers!

bro i know okay i KNOW that one order has been released, atsushis about to get apparently fucking feasted upon, aku's possibly helping aya, I KNOW ALL OF THIS.

BUT MY HEART IS HURTING FOR MY FUCKING BOYS IN MEURSAULT

I'm not going to analyse it. But FUCK am I going to analyse it.

I'm literally just going to be chatting pure unadulterated shit through this because my head's still reeling and i was listening to THIS FUCKING PLAYLIST WHILST READING IT https://open.spotify.com/playlist/65Jdag9jXO4aE3HWOLHXTN?si=f53cd9f37f554146 I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING MY SKK ANGST AND REMEMBERED THE CHAPTER WAS OUT, AND THEN I GOT FUCKING SLAPPED ACROSS THE FACE AND SPAT IN THE MOUTH AND I WAS LISTENING TO THIS FUCKING PLAYLIST WHILST READING AND THEN WHILST SCROLLING THROUGH EVERYONES POSTS ITS HELL AND IM STILL FUCKING LISTENING LMAO

Literally, my thoughts throughout the whole chapter were "what the fuck" on different levels/degrees, and by the end of it, I was in shock and then it all hit me about five minutes ago lmao.

SO I'M JUST GOING TO RUN THROUGH THE CHAPTER BC WHY NOT BRO I NEED AN OUTLET I'M WAY TOO FUCKING EMOTIONAL FOR THIS RN

So, first off ofc

FUCKING SIGMA?

Guys dw I don't think he's dead; it's the information overload. Also, I'm not just saying this bc I'm in denial (ahem ahem) but genuinely because I don't think Sigma was shot with a fatal wound; and he touches Dostoevsky and automatically he's not dead. Fyodor's ability is seemingly able to kill people upon immediate contact. (Which is probably why he made Sigma's ability also through touch idk man lmao) And Sigma is not dead !!! (fucking praying) it's genuinely just the sheer amount of information he received from Fyodor; that shit was a LOT. He inquired about EVERY SINGLE SECRET that he had; bro, this is fucking Fyodor that we're talking about; that's a long-ass list. Anyways, so I genuinely just think it's like what happened to Atsushi; Sigma's ability is to take information from people, so he's a lot more used to an influx of info in his mind than Atsushi is; however, this was a shit ton of info for him to take in, it's going to take a while to process all of that. (Also his first thought being to tell the Agency AH I can't- also does this mean that Fyodor's plans maybe involve the Agency even more? Man I don't know lmao)

Next, Aya is so slay I hate her dad fr fr lmao xoxo She's so important to the story and I love it. Also, convenient hole there Akutagawa. Anyways xoxo so, we see a lot of humanity still emanating from Aku, so this is very good.

So, now uhm. We're onto Dazai's arrival! 🤠

WHAT THE FUCK

Even his first line after being gone a couple chapters is literally fucking gay as shit.

"Aah. I've imagined this scene thousands and thousands of times. Although, in my day-dreams... the roles are reversed."

MOTHERFUCKER WHAT

I was so caught off guard when he said this

Asagiri really just outed this mf xoxo

Bro's daydreaming about Chuuya? And just admits it as a passing thought?

Okay bub.

Also, the "...Well? Come at me, Chuuya."

Why's Chuuya hesitating in the first place? Fyodor told him to go and kill Dazai. He's now seen Dazai, and just isn't doing anything, he's just standing there. And Dazai's just taunting that mf.

"Try and amuse me with your lame-ass punches."

Right, now, I don't know about you, but this really doesn't sound very Dazai to me. I don't know, it was my first thought upon reading it. Like yeah of course he'd mock Chuuya; but has he ever called him weak? And like I don't know just the phrasing doesn't sound like him. Also, his shit-eating grin just makes me piss. Also, the fact that this gets a reaction from Chuuya like it would if he were human. Instead of acting on Fyodor's orders, he goes to punch Dazai after being provoked; also, I don't know about you, but a punch from Chuuya, no matter how hard he hits (he can't use gravity also) wouldn't kill Dazai. Chuuya is going to punch Dazai out of anger and infuriation at him mocking him; not because Fyodor has ordered him to.

ALSO, we don't see Dazai's face here, and he's not smiling anymore, but also he isn't moving away from Chuuya? I don't know maybe I'm dumb lol.

Also, another thing?

"Back up and put him down."

Like, dog connotations between SKK are fucking rampant, Dazai always calling Chuuya his dog, etc. The phrasing here gets me interested lol.

Then the "...Darn." from Dazai. What's with the pause? Idk, maybe I'm just overanalysing lol.

I'm sorry but Chuuya slays so hard here.

Anyways.

The sigh.

What's with the sigh? Any right-minded person (considering that it's Dazai we're talking about, maybe not the best phrasing) wouldn't just sigh when they have a gun pulled on them? Also, what the fuck is with the gun being so bright or smoky I can't tell?

BRO HE'S BEEN SHOT AND HE'S STILL ACTING GOOFY AS FUCK WHAT 💀

It doesn't sound like Dazai! It really really doesn't, not to me at least. But I'm probably just mega delusional. Just the, "Where the hell were you aiming, you god damn clutz?!" If you showed me that line and asked me to guess which character said it before I read this I guaran-fucking-tee you I would not have said Dazai. Maybe it's code, I DON'T KNOW BUT I FUCKING WISH I DID. Maybe he's like telling Chuuya where to aim...? I DON'T KNOW I'M SORRY. Also, mans looks absolutely PISSED but it's fine bc he's hot xoxo ALSO SORRY I ONLY JUST REALISED HE SAID SHIT LMAO As long as I've read this manga I have never ever known Dazai to swear, except that one panel that always makes me giggle when they're having their counselling session and he just goes "What the fuck." but idk if that was the real like actual translation lol. Also, after getting shot in the shoulder, nobody fucking shouts "OOOUUUUCH!" Bro's actually so goofy, it's not real. Idc, I'm fucking clutching at straws of course I am, but this is some act. He's literally had his bones broken by Chuuya at fifteen years of age when he stepped on his wrist and snapped it, he's been tossed around like a goddamn ragdoll, he's been shot by Fyodor's sniper, stabbed by Shibusawa and stabbed by Gab; all times he has never had this reaction, and those were near-fatal wounds, two of them actually killing him. Also, nobody says "That hurt!" After getting shot, come on now.

THE FUCKING IMMEDIATE SWITCH UP.

Going from shouting and screaming in pain and anger to utter silence and a calm look on his face at having a gun pressed to his head by his partner. Also, idk if Chuuya's actually touching his head with the gun; if he is, however, then I'm sure that will nullify the vampirism I THINK. In the fifteen LN, they defeat Randou and the old boss by Chuuya wrapping streamers around himself and hiding it underneath his clothes whilst Dazai held onto it from the other end of the room, and the streamers protected him from Randou's attacks, I THINK. And I THINK that this may mean if the gun touches Dazai's head, then maybe...? I really don't know, I'm clutching at mega straws here but it's just what I thought when I first read it.

Also, what does Fyodor mean by the "With this... there's no need to worry." About what? Dazai, like, having an extra plan? I really don't know.

Then this motherfucker sighing for the SECOND TIME WITH A GUN POINTED AT HIM? Like sorry that this is such an inconvenience??? Maybe you should be a little bit more worried? Also his dead-ass fucking look makes me piss.

Anwyays, my next thought is just why he's commentating the situation; Chuuya is here. He knows. He's the one holding the gun. Dostoevsky is watching on the cameras, he knows. He arranged this shit. Dazai knows. He's got the fucking gun pointed to him. So, why is Dazai just announcing what's happening? Also, of course his shoulder's going to hurt? You've just been shot babes. And once again, the "This is the god damn worst!" He's cussing an awful lot, which is actually shocking for him to be honest. But if we do decide to go down the route of he actually has no plans left and is genuinely just left for dead, then that's lowkey valid. But this is Dazai we're talking about bro. Also, the "And I'm gonna lose to Dostoevsky." Is he trying to get Fyodor to be like "Ah, he knows I've beat him." Hm. It's like pandering lol. "And as if that weren't enough, I'm being killed by Chuuya!" He's very expressive rn lmao. Anyways, who is he voicing all of this to? I don't know. OH WAIT ANGO? FUCK WAIT LMAO OKAY SORRY.

So, I remembered the other day that Dazai, despite Ango not being able to communicate with him, can still communicate with Ango. So, pretty much, has he relayed everything back to Ango? And Ango knows what's happening right now? Hm.

Anyways, if that's just irrelevant, then who is he just chatting to? I don't know man he's wild lmao.

"Looks like you're all out of plans."

He's very smug. Cocky. If you did see my other post about that being his downfall, you know what I think about this lmao. He's so sure that he's won, he knows that he's finally, after all this time, bested Dazai. However I just simply don't think that that is true.

AH, SEE. THIS IS WHAT I WAS SAYING BEFORE!

He leans into the gun. Also sorry he's just so pretty. Anyways. The thing about Harukawa is that Harukawa enjoys telling emotions, stories and psychological states through the character's eyes. And, said that though he wasn't going to disclose which character, there was one character whose eyes were devoid of highlights when they were showing their true self; whilst Dazai looks mighty determined here, and his words are true, he's got an act going on. But also, his eyes are genuine. They're determined, and they're real. I can't explain lol anyways. Onto the main fucking attraction here.

"Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to-"

HM? HM? Genuinely, I was so taken aback at this part, I was in fucking SHOCK. Fellas, is it gay to talk about your fate with your partner who you daydream about, every day and night, for the past seven years, and say that you're destined to do SOMETHING before it gets cut off and said partner shoots you in the head?

"Our fate will not end in a place like this."

He knows how destined they are, the sheer trust they place in each other, all of it. They both fit perfectly together, no matter how many jagged and sharp edges they have. Also, reminds me of when Dazai was messing with Chuuya at the Lovecraft fight and Chuuya says "You're not dying in a place like this!" Anyways. I just... this scene fucking. Aeugh. I'm broken. I feel ill. I'm going to throw up, and bash my head against the walls and start screaming and going absolutely ape-shit and feral and wild bro. I swear to fucking God, just a couple of words and Asagiri has already restored my writer's block. In just a panel or two, my heart's fucking broken and I'm already feeling every emotion under the sun; this is the effect of their relationship together. You don't know how to feel about it, but you know exactly what you feel about it. Anyways, sorry.

Once again, what the fuck is he shooting him with, a goddamn flare gun? Why's that shit so bright?

Is that enough blood for a gunshot wound to the head? Is that the appropriate face that someone makes? Too many questions. He just looks mildly surprised.

Oh to be honest, I only just saw that he shot him in the other fucking shoulder. Also, see how much Dazai moved forward to shuffle closer to Chuuya lmao. That's got to be important, right?

Anyways. Showing just the slight amount of blood and the top of his head, hm. Idk man lmao. Something seems suspicious. Something smells fishy.

Going back to this scene real quick, Chuuya is looking awfully human when Fyodor says "Stop." don't you think? Anyways.

Okay, forgive me; he shot him twice after he shot him in the head. He's shot him in his other shoulder and in his side?

Hm.

Not both Sigma and Dazai's "final sentences" being cut off. Hm. Also, once again, Chuuya looking more human than he did before. When we first saw him with Fyodor, mans was fucking SWEATING and going feral, growling and shit. And, I can't lie. The, "I've been... looking forward to th-" Who's to say that he is actually talking about dying? Bro said the same thing when he got stabbed by Shibusawa and Gab. And he knew he'd be coming back both times.

But, something I will say; I can most definitely agree that Dazai does look very dead in his eyes. That I can most definitely say.

LMAO I just got the most random ass theory in my head; what if Chuuya turned that time-stopping girl into a vampire and she's using her ability for something LMAO THAT'S FOUL my brain is actually so dumb.

He's smug. He's cocky. He has seen him be shot and thinks that he's won. But again, I just can't believe that Asagiri would do that; I know he has the balls to do it, but is it beneficial to the story for Dazai to die? There are too many unanswered questions, too many routes that this could stray down if he does. What about the Agency? What about Atsushi and Aku? What about Chuuya? The PM? Ango? Not to be all "Dazai cannot die he's too important" but yeah, I am going to be all like that. Anyways lol. My point was that the "goodbye" here, MAYBE this is "Operation Goodbye" coming into play. I WILL STAND BY THIS THEORY UNTIL MY FUCKING GRAVE. Which will be a very early one depending on the outcome of the next fucking chapter. But yeah, maybe this is the reason it's called that, and Chuuya will hear this, or even Dazai, and it's like a signal. Also, fuck off if you think that I'll believe Dazai is dead; he got shot in the head at point blank, and still had the energy to smile and be like "Aw yeah I love this" like bruh. Also, maybe Chuuya shot Dazai in the side and the shoulder before and after he shot him in the head so that Fyodor thinks "Oh, he's definitely dead." And Dazai has made sure that the second round in that gun is a blank or it's fucking paint and he replaced it fucking ages ago, whether with the time-stopping ability or he gave Chuuya the gun before he ever even GOT into Meursault, bro I really don't know. I'm sticking by my paint theory and that the bullet in that specific magazine thing is a little paintball. Dazai can literally canonically send himself into cardiac arrest and come back out of that; he did it to Atsushi in 55 minutes when Atsushi scared him. Anyways.

Not him being in a different position then he actually "dies" in man. LMAO what if this shit is Poe's novel? Anyways.

He dies with one leg folded and one stretched out, arms at his sides.

In the camera footage looking one, we see him with both his legs folded and like almost cross-legged with his hands clasped together inside his legs, the same when Aya is pushing the table. Me when I move after I die, what? Also, how come the other bullets went through his body, but the bullet shot through his head just didn't? I'm sure we've seen people get shot in the head in this series before and if we haven't, I'll be very fucking shocked. But anyways, either way, I can guarantee you they all would have/will have died instantaneously. This motherfucker is just chilling, laughing and talking about how fucking glad he is as he's dying. Bro. Anyways. Long story short, Dazai is not dead and he's a cunning little shit and I'm telling you now that that fucking magazine, that one bullet round was a paintball bullet thing. Idk man. I'm not having this motherfucker die now after this long and so many almost-confessions to his fucking partner bro.

Also, the black around Chuuya's eyes is easing; it's lesser. And also I said this as soon as I saw him, but he doesn't have the veins under his eyes anymore. He just looks a lot more human than he did before.

Also, yeah uh. One Order is fucking me up bro fr. I hate Fukuchi man, just bc you're bitter, king. Also, I find it very... interesting, that when Aya is going "Fall! Just fall!" It shows us the three generations of Double Black, all in equally precarious situations.

Dazai, having been almost drowned/set on fire/suffocated/poisoned, ALSO THE LETHAL POISON THAT IS IN HIS AND FYODOR'S BODIES, WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH THAT? LMAO. Anyways, so, Dazai, having been almost drowned/set on fire/suffocated/poisoned, then fell in an elevator and literally almost died as he apparently crawled through the hallway or something, then got shot in the shoulder by Chuuya, only to be apparently shot in the head and killed and shot in the side and the other shoulder. Maybe the bullets are antidotes lmao anyways. So, Dazai, apparently dead. Fukuzawa, having his throat sliced and also apparently, supposedly dead. Atsushi, not supposedly dead, but supposedly about to die, and is certainly in a dangerous situation; someone mentioned on a post I saw before that they feel as if this is building up for the three SKK generations working together, and I agree! Mori hasn't really been seen much; I feel as if he's going to turn up soon. Aku is of course going to either die after Aya rips the sword out or HOPEFULLY just go back to being human; same with Chuuya. I feel as if all of this is somehow planned. I feel like Tanizaki is going to turn up with light snow and the president is actually fine, and the One Order that Fukuchi has isn't real, and Fukuzawa slipped the page from him or something. Because, Tanizaki is literally behind them with Kunikida I think it was? Also, Kenji and Tecchou? Teruko? Where's Jouno? Where's Tachihara? What about the PM members that got turned? What about whatever the fuck Dazai has planned? Bro, I'm so scared but I actually cannot wait.

LMAO I am going to PISS MYSELF laughing if it just yanks Bram off the building and flings him. LMAO IT JUST FLINGS HIM OVER TO MEURSAULT LMAO.

But yeah no. So. I am insane. I am clinically unwell. That chapter fucked me up; but we've been getting fed GOOD the past two months fr. This has given me so much SKK angst fic ideas holy shit. Asagiri and Harukawa both just cured my fucking writer's block with one chapter.

Also! Something else I saw was somebody saying how similar Fyodor's mental ass fucking scene was with Dazai's and it honestly is! Fyodor getting shot in his left shoulder first, then Dazai in his right, then his left.

Now, just a thing of note; in Christianity and stuff, the left side is usually representative of evil and Satan, whereas the right side is associated with Righteousness and goodwill. Bro, I had this shit drilled into me as a kid, left was bad and right was good. It's just very interesting to me that Fyodor was shot in his left shoulder; representative of evil, and Dazai was shot in the side that it supposed to represent goodness and all things pure, really lmao. Maybe I'm just looking too deep into this, but I found it pretty intriguing.

Anyways, my main point was how similar the scenes are; they're both playing characters that are opposite to their true selves. Though, to be honest, it's a bit of a weird one/situation because we don't actually KNOW their true selves lmao.

Anyways! This is way too long, I'm going to carry on my SKK angst with my newfound absolute shit mood bro this shit fueled me but has actually destroyed me.

Honestly, props and kudos to you if you read this far.

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[augustrambles]

Could you do a platonic main four and male reader? Probably trying to convince you to join a scheme of theres when you’re hesitant to leave the house, even though you want to participate

a/n: ty 4 requesting!! woohoo male reader❗

male!reader x main four

warnings: underage drinking and use of drugs, smoking, he/him prns

currently, [name] was on videocall with his friends.

"i dont know about this, y'all know how bebe's parties are, you guys are probably going to end up wasted."

"c'mon [name], dont be a pussy like cartman is!"

"fuck you stupid jew!"

"mfm mphrhm hmprh mphr"

"well yeah, but what if i get caught?"

"[name], you are not going to get caught, fucks sake! we've done this more than once so stop being such a pussy, man up, and go with us, UNLESS you wanna be a loser."

"fuck you cartman, but fine ill go then"

"woohoo!"

"we can have a, quote on quote, sleepover at my place so your parents think you're at my house."

"yeah, that'll work"

"kay, talk to yall later."

the videocall ended and [name] placed his phone on the night desk. he was slightly worried about getting caught, but he decided to ignore the feeling.

"hey mom, i'm going to stay over at stan's house tonight, ok?" he said to his mother as she nodded. "alright hun! make sure to come back at nine tomorrow!" she yelled back as he let out a "mhm"

he left the house and began walking, scrolling on his phone. him and stan were sort of close, not neighbours, but on the same street, so it wasn't a long walk.

knock, the sound of one was heard. he waited for a few seconds until he was greeted by stanley. "hey man!" stan said, fistbumping [name]. "kyle's already here, kenny and cartman are on their way." he informed

"alright, that's fine." [name] said, he walked to kyle as they started a conversation, stan joining in aswell. it was around 8pm. "question, when's the party starting?" [name] asked

"i think at 9, cartman and kenny better hurry their asses." kyle replied, resulting laughs from the other two boys due to his remark. at that moment, a knock was heard. "i'll get it." stan reassured

he walked up and it was cartman and kenny, they came to the house together. "speak of the devil" kyle said as he and [name] walked up the door. the 5 boys now left stan's house walking to where the party was being held at, bebe's house

they made conversation, about diverse topics such as school drama, celebrities, and the small fight between cartman and kyle here and there. the usual, basically.

"hey, we're here" kenny said, pointing to the house who you could literally hear music blasting. it was quite obvious there was a party there. the boys went up the door, kyle knocking. it was opened by a half drunk bebe.

"hheeeyy.. weelccome! ccome inn." she said, obviously dozing off of whatever type of alcohol she was drinking. cartman and kyle went first, then kenny, then [name] and stan.

the party was absolutely wild, there was strong smells of alcohol, smoke and drugs. [name] went up to clyde and craig, seperating from the group. craig seemed to be drunk, but clyde was wasted. "dude!! you're here, hey!" clyde said, before being dragged away by some girls playing truth or dare.

[name] looked at craig. "i didnt know you drink" he said to him, craig shrugged. "i dont, im just drinking today for fun." he replied, taking a sip from his beer. "wheres tweek? didnt he come?" [name] asked.

"he did, but he got too shaky because of all the noise and left. i wanted to acompany him home, but then he said something along the lines 'no, i want you to have fun' so here i am."

"i dont think you were supposed to take that literally, but alright"

[name] then walked away from craig, going to his previous group of friends. stan and kenny were both drinking, not drunk, since they barely had a few sips, but i dont think it'll stay like that until the end of the night. cartman was eating chips, which nobody else was eating. kyle was just there, not drinking or eating, just there, probably finding something to do.

"hey dude, you want a sip?" stan offered, [name] seemed to be hesitant at first but nodded. stan gave him a can of beer, it tasted.. good? surprisingly.

the night passed and not much changed.

except that [name] was fucking drunk as hell.

"[name], a-are you sure you dont want water?" butters asked, clearly being concerned for the man's health being. "naaahh, im okayy, thfank you" he said, body almost falling over. he was walking towards kyle and stan, wanting to join the karaoke, but then he bumped into a familiar girl,

wendy testaburger.

they bumped into eachother, "ew. you fucking smell like a skunk" she said as the room went quiet for the first time that night. "well fuck you, you smell like a wet dog at gym every day but you dont see me saying shit. keep it to yourself" [name] responded, clearly offended.

"pfft- i know YOU arent talking. you smell like you pissed yourself since first grade" she remarked, getting a few ooh's by the crowd. "that may be the case, but at least people like me. wasnt your ex so tired of you he used chat gpt to talk to you? lmaoo"

stan looked to the wall, trying to stuff in his laugh as kyle was giggling for everyone to hear, with the others. "BAHAHAHHAHA" was cartman's loud ass laugh, of course, there was also laughs across the room.

"oh fuck you" she said, heading towards him. she had a grin on her face. "cmon wendy, you know im joking" he said, laughing. "yea yea, go ahead drink some more you whore" she rolled her eyes in a sarcastic way as [name] followed her.

they always had very offensive fights like the one that just happened right now, but they always giggled or laughed it off. seems like a toxic relationship, but hey, this is south park, what ISNT toxic..

stan walked to [name] who had just left wendy with bebe, "dude you're gonna get in trouble if you continue fighting like that with wendy" he said, the two boys walking over to their group of friends. "hey, calm down, me and wendy are super close, doubt she would beat me up like she did to someone in here.. cough cough cartman cough." [name] said, receiving a giggle from kenny, stan and kyle and a deathstare by cartman. "shut up (insert insult)"

"alright man, just warnin you." stan said, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. [name] went to serve himself another cup of his drink, leaving the others alone.

"hey kyle, what hour is it?" kenny looked at kyle, who was on his phone. kyle was mostly on his phone at that party, mostly there because of his friends. "its 11:43" he said, replying to kenny. kenny simply nodded, "its early" he said.

stan called kenny, "hey dude, isnt that one of the girls you slept with??" he pointed to a white girl with pink highlights. "oh shit, it is, imma be right back yall" he said, going to the girl without looking back. "hes defintely not gonna be right back.." cartman rolled his eyes, continuing to eat.

"where the hell did [name] go" kyle asked and stan responding with "he went to get a drink, pretty sure" he looked into the kitchen, not seeing anyone there. "yeah, but he isnt at the bar or the kitchen" kyle noted

"maybe if we're lucky he got kidnapped" "oh shut up fatass" kyle punched cartman on the arm. "hey! dont tell me to shut up you stupid jew" he 'hmph'-ed at the jew

"ehh, hes probably coming back soon anyway" stan said, deciding not to worry about it. "yo kyle, you wanna go karaoke again? theyre making a competition now" stan asked kyle and he nodded, putting his phone in his pocket. "hope you lose" cartman said.

. . .

"its 3:40, we should probably get going now" kyle said, as the party was already more empty than before and less chaotic, plus [name] had arrived, and they were all now waiting for kenny. "yeah, but i am NOT carrying nobody, ok?" cartman said, giving an side eye to a drunken passed out stan next to him.

"not like your fatass could anyway" kyle rolled his eyes. "oh shut the fuck up" cartman said. at that moment, kenny had arrived, zipping back his parka, and covering his head. "dude, i love girls"

kenny said, an insipirational moment. "wow, i wouldve never guessed." [name] said, rolling his eyes. "but we should for real get going now, i'll carry stan." he said. "no, its fine, ill carry him" kyle said, already picking the passed out boy already. [name] shrugged with a 'if-you-say-so' look on his face

they all started to walk back to stan's house, kenny mentioning how good that sex was, [name] talking about how they met someone there who gave them a bit of smoke, cartman complimenting the food and karaoke.

"dude, you cant say the n word in karaoke.." [name] said, looking at cartman seriously. "oh cmon, it was a song, i didnt mean it in that way."

"cartman, you were singing call me maybe."

. . . ( that was a reference btw )

stan was lying in his bed, still passed out, as the other boys were currently lying in their sleeping bed. "goodnight yall" [name] said as the others whispered goodnight aswell.

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[marvins-linguinie]

eddie: steve?

steve: hm?

eddie: i've been wanting to talk to you about something.

steve: what is it?

eddie: so, you know how corroded coffin has been trying to get signed for forever?

steve: yeah?

eddie: we did

steve: oh my god! that's amazing, munson!

eddie:

steve: why aren't you celebrating? that's big, eddie.

eddie: because.. because it's in new york.

steve: what's in new york?

eddie: the company that wants to sign a contract with us.

steve:

eddie: they want to give us our own studio, and they have a few houses and apartments to show us, so we won't stay in hotels.

steve:

eddie: and i know new york is far away. that's kinda what i wanted to talk to you about. i know you've never been out of indiana, but maybe, you could move with us? we've only been dating for a few months, so i'd understand if you didn't want to or something, but there's something here, steve. i know there is. and i don't want to lose it.

steve: you want me to move with you? what about robin? and nance?

eddie: they can move with us too, if they want. look, i know im asking a lot. you've spent your entire life here, and now im asking you to move to new york-

steve: no, i want to, it's just-

eddie: the kids?

steve, sighing: the kids. they're about to graduate, and what if something happens? ill be hours away.

eddie: steve, the kids are almost adults. and, i thought we talked about this. the upside down is gone. for good. el sealed the gate. we're good. they're good.

steve: but, i can't miss their graduation.

eddie: so, we come back for a week. you know what, i have an idea.

steve: what?

eddie: we come back for holidays, and big things, like weddings, and graduations.

steve: hm.

eddie: but, im not going to make you go, i know it's a big change.

steve: i just.. i don't know. do i have time to talk to the kids?

eddie: yeah, take your time, harrington.

[the next day]

dustin: so what'd you arrange this whole meeting for?

max: what's so important?

steve: i have to talk to you guys about something.

el: is it the gate?

lucas: but, wouldn't will know if the gate was open?

steve: it's not the gate. it's something else.

mike: can we stop playing guessing games?

will: what is it?

steve: here goes nothing. eddie is moving to new york, and...

dustin: and? he told us.

steve: and he wants me to come with him.

max: what?

will: to new york?

mike: that's all the way across the country! are you crazy?!

el: forever?

steve: i don't know yet. i don't think im going to do it.

lucas: this is crazy, man! new york?

steve: henderson? what're you thinking?

dustin: n-new york is a good state. has a lot of.. opportunities.

steve: dustin-

dustin: you should go, steve.

steve: nothing's set in stone yet-

dustin: just go, steve.

steve loves all of the kids. every one. even though they all get on his nerves, he loves them to death. and they're very aware of that, too. they are also very aware of the fact that steve doesn't do anything for himself. and, seeing dustin, so upset shattered his heart. he couldn't do it. but, little did steve know, the kids got together later that day, and made a plan.

will: we should throw him a party.

max: a party?

will: yeah! it'll be like a farewell.

mike: can't we just say bye and that be the end of it?

will: mike!

mike: sorry.

will: we all know steve wouldn't move to new york unless he knew we would be okay.

lucas: um.. guys?

max: what?

lucas: where did dustin go?

el: he is not here?

lucas: no. he was here earlier i thought..?

dustin, busting through the door: i have an idea.

will: where'd you-

dustin: no time to explain, just listen. we throw him a party. he doesn't like giant parties, but it would be small. maybe hopper, and mrs. byers, my mom, eddie, erica and robin. mike?

mike: what?

dustin: do you know if nancy's free tomorrow?

mike: how am i supposed to know? i don't watch her every move.

dustin: okay, we'll figure it out.

will: i just said that.

dustin: so, who wants to be in charge of decorations?

[the next day]

robin: steve, we have to go.

steve: go where?

robin: the byer's house. i forgot to give will something.

steve: can't you drive yourself?

robin: no. i don't have a license, remember?

steve: fine. you better make it quick.

[fast forward to the byer's house]

robin: can you come inside?

steve: why?

robin: because.

steve: because?

robin: just.. come on.

steve: .. you're gonna make me go in no matter what i say, aren't you?

robin: pleaseee

steve, getting out of his car: where's the thing you were going to give will?

robin: i don't know.

steve: you don't know?

robin: go inside.

steve: look, rob, i don't know what you-

the kids, eddie, & nancy: surprise!

joyce: steve! just on time. how are you?

steve: it's not my birthday.

dustin: oh, sorry about the balloons. we couldn't find any that said 'goodbye' on them.

steve: goodbye?

will: since your moving to new york, we thought it would be a good idea to throw a goodbye party.

steve: guys, this is...

eddie: it was their idea. they just told me last night.

steve: i..

max: you better like it. this costed forty dollars.

erica: i sold my old my little ponies for this. if you aren't happy, i will-

steve: you threw a party for me?

lucas: yeah, we had to do something.

robin: that was a lot of pressure. too much pressure.

hopper: hey, if munson gets you into any trouble, you let me know, okay kid?

eddie: i know i haven't had a great track record, but you have to give me a little bit of credit.

steve: i will. thank you.

joyce: i made your favorite, steve. lasagna!

eddie: wait, so does that mean your going?

steve: well, i think they've made the decision for me. yeah. i think it'll be nice to have a fresh start.

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #dustin henderson #joyce byers #jopper #jim hopper #i don't know if i should make a part two #probably not #just a cute little steddie ficlet #i've been thinking about this for a while #i just read over it again. #i don't know why #but it's so sad #i didn't intend on it being sad #maybe im just an emotional person #it's fiiiiine

[monoumysteries]

Genshin oc.

I still have a little tweaks and stuff i need to flatten out containing her character information but this is what i have at the moment! Plus voicelines.

Hello; "Woah, hey There! You look like a fun one to party with. Im Mirika. Number one prankster in all of mondstadt!"

Chat: Pranks; " Theres nothing like playing a good ol trick on a close friend!"

Chat: Prank gone wrong; "Haha.. Yeah, its always a bit awkward when someone gets a bit angry at ya. But hey, one day they'll look back at it and say "Hey! That was kinda funny afterall.."

Chat: Exploring; "..Ahh, mondstadt is always a great place to explore!"

When Lightning strikes; "Woah!! Careful, that one definitely almost hit ya--"

When the sun is out; "Perfect timing, why dont we go for that walk now, ay?"

When it rains; "Maybe we should head inside, its getting.. pretty wet dont you think?"

When the wind is blowing; "This breeze would of been way better if we were on a mountain.. we should go!"

Good morning; "Morning! How you feel about some Mora Meat to start off the day?"

Good afternoon; "Hey! You wanna hunt with me before the sun goes down, im in the mood for some boar!"

Good evening: "Phew, well that was fun! Im exhausted, wanna talk to Kathryn and check the commissions for tomorrow?"

Good Night: "Huh? Oh, Your heading out? Well, have a good rest! I had fun today, lets go out some more tomorrow!"

About Mirika: shenanigans "Wanna know my favorite prank to pull? Classic waterbucket on a door. A little water will never hurt anyone. But Haha.. alot of people don't like that one for some reason"

About Mirika: indecisiveness; "Ugh, you know its so hard to pick something. Like why choose between Mora Meat and salmon! Why cant i just have both?"

About the vision; "in all Honesty, when i first got my vision, i thought the gods gave it to me out of pity. I mean, me? A vision? I didnt want to use it.. but eventually i realized such gods wouldnt do such a thing. So im indeed greatful for the power they trusted me with!"

Something to share. "i love to climb mountains or sit in trees. It makes me feel super powerful. And it gives me the feeling i could do anything! Like.. a sense of authority or confidence! When we go out next time wanna come with me to my most favorite spots?"

Interesting things: "im a pretty big eater! Ive won 3 Eating competitions, last year, you know!

Alot people wonder how i stay fit and eat so much. Its probably because im always up and about! Its also probably the reason i get hungry so fast.."

About bennett; "Bennett? Oh Bennett is one of my best buds! We go on aventures together, we climb together, we eat alot of meat together, hes so fun! And i consider his unluck, to be really lucky. It makes the adventure unforgettable and Unpredictable!

About Venti: "Hes pretty cool, a free spirit and always knows what to do in a tough situation! Sometimes i dont know how he keeps a smile on his face. Not to mention hes an amazing singer and poet! He tells the most interesting of stories!

Both he and i know, that the danger in adventuring is what makes it so fun!"

About klee: "Shes adorable, and definitely has the spirit to be an adventurer. Though she definitely needs to work on where and how she should use her bombs.. now She is the definition of Unpredictable.."

About barbara: "Barbara scares me a little-- she's definitely one i wouldnt prank too often. She gets scared that ill one day mess up the cathedral.

Though besides that shes always willing to help whenever i have an injury, shes calm, gentle and very nice! Whats not to love..?"

More about mirika: l; "Oh, Me? Well, theres nothing to special about me. Im just a young adventurer looking for something fulfilling in my life. Dont take my charm and looks for granted, stay a couple feet away or you might fall into one of my tricks. Ahah."

More about Mirika: ll; "Hmm, well i dont really remember much about my younger days. I suppose i dont remember, because im not too fond of thinking about it.. luckily All i need is my brother and friends! Think more about the future rather then dwelling on the past is what i say!"

Mirika's Hobbies: "Well, cooking is definitely one of my specialties, its fo much fun to sit at an open fire and make some delicious food. Its definitely something you need to know how to do if your gonna be an adventurer!"

Mirika's troubles: "Ah well. It can be very disappointing, when i come home without anything in hand.. its so frustrating to spend so much time and energy into hoping to find something cool! But then.. your disappointed. Luckily, it gives me an excuse to go home. Mondstadt id always a place of happiness so no worried right?"

Favorite food: "Meat and fish! Meat is so fulfilling and you can make so many amazing dishes with it! Fish is also super similar, i typically prefer freshly cooked salmon, with delicious crunchy skin! Mmm thinking about it makes me hungry!"

Least favorite food.: "well.. im not a big fan of mushrooms. Im not a fan of the allmighty mushroom skewers.. Though, the Matsutake meatrolls can sure fill my hunger!"

#genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #genshin fandom #genshin fanart #my art #fandom #oc art #oc sheet #reference sheet #character sheet

[insecure-bookworm]

currently in a dilemma because tomorrow we have a “carnival day” at school which basically means we aren’t supposed to bring our school stuff and basically don’t have to do any work, plus my brother has to go to his track party with my dad so i can get my own dinner. i want to bring my own lunch and breakfast to school because i can never eat lunch or breakfast but i have nothing to carry it in but my tote bag my cousin got me and the tote bag is really cute but i look awful wearing tote bags with my body type and im worried itll get bulky and my parents will ask about it and i dont know what the school’s doing for lunch and if they aren’t serving lunch then ill just be the weird kid eat a sandwich and grapes by themselves, plus i want to wear this really cute outfit but it has a crop top and jeans and itll be hot that day but its supposed to rain and crops tops arent allowed at school and i think ill be fine but im worried itll be harder for me to suck in if i eat and if i forget to suck in kids will see me and my awful stomach and ill just end up looking fat and disgusting and ive seen a lot of the kids in my group make fun of plus sized people or people without flat stomachs :(

[lolibles]

playing video games with them| anemo boys <3

characters: kazuha, xiao and venti

very fluffy, a little suggestive in kazuha’s part, slight slight angst for xiao, crack

synopsis: what games you play with them, how they act with you!

not proofread please don’t sue me this is also very random :)

kazuha

playing stardew valley and animal crossing with kazuha is my life goal that will never be fulfilled please cry with me. anyway, just imagine cuddling on the sofa under a thick blanket on a cold rainy day with cups of hot chocolate or tea whilst playing stardew valley. the both of you work through the first year slowly as little farmers doing cute little farm things. also if you ever chose to get into a relationship with any of the npcs in the game kazuha will not be happy, he’d definitely not talk to that particular npc because he is now kazuha’s “sworn enemy”. he will also be a pouty baby, so please apologise and give him kisses. and if you REALLY want to make it up to him, ask him to marry you in animal crossing and this man will be on his knees in a split second. he’d prepare EVERYTHING, from the venue, the guests, he’d even attempt to design his own tux for his little character to wear. and you guys would have such an adorable animal crossing wedding. also because kissing in game is not enough, he’d probably kiss you irl when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss the xx. honestly i see kazuha even going out spontaneously to buy you a promise ring with a little maple leaf engraved in it for you. yes it was an animal crossing wedding, but it was a wedding non the less. playing minecraft with kazuha please, its so fucking wholesome- he’s so good at the game and he doesn’t even try. he knows all the tricks and he’s so sexy with redstone you cant convince me otherwise. he’s also an amazing builder pls wtf. AND OH MY GOD, imagine playing the sims4 with kazuha, he’d literally cry inside. you both would sit next to each other in front of the computer screen for hours just designing your characters. and you would have a little cat too. everytime kazuha’s character flirted with yours, he will definitely shoot you one of his romantic haikus. also the first time your characters woohoo’ed, he most likely would have teased you and said “its unfair that only they get to woohoo you know.” anyway i think playing wholesome games with kazuha is 10 bells out of 10 bells.

xiao

now this one is kinda scary. i think its pretty obvious that xiao plays shooter games honestly. or anything that has to do with fighting. it wasn’t unusual to hear him literally SCREAM randomly throughout the day because of a game. if you ever play shooter games with this aggressive boy, please proceed with caution. i honestly feel like he would be so caught up in the heat of the moment he’d actually forget he was playing with you. so if he ends up getting angry, please bare with him- he honestly doesn’t mean to call you bad, or useless, or trash… I SWEAR. xiao will immediately regret his words and he’d feel so bad. especially after he notices how your mood just instantly dies. he’d feel so bad, even after he apologised and you forgave him, he can’t accept the fact that he just called you- the love of his life something so vulgar. and since he’s so awkward and bad with people he’d literally feel like crying on the spot. he wouldn’t know what to do to make it up to you. the next few days, xiao was so cautious around you- even if you didn’t think much about the incident anymore. in the end even xiao was unable to stay away from you for too long, and he’d ask you to watch him play games instead- which you happily agreed to. he loves it when you straddle him while he sits in his chair while gaming though he’d never admit it. but whenever you felt him get tense, all you had to do was give him a kiss and you just knew he’d calm down. you literally work magic on him. also occasionally you’d hear some idiots in his party talking shit about him, you wouldn’t think twice before speaking into the microphone and start standing up for him, and your grip around his waist would definitely tighten a lot more. “if i ever hear you talking shit about MY boyfriend one more time, i will literally come in game and beat the absolute fuck out of you.” yassss girlboss! xiao’s heart would explode and his face would be beat red, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. also he thinks your so sexy standing up for him like that, please don’t tease him about it. i rate him a “please dont scold me im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU SUCKKKKKK”

venti

oh my god, horror games. he hates them but he can’t stop. playing phasmophobia with him would be incredibly fun, but he would make you do all the work literally. he’d be too scared to do anything- and if you ever got caught with the ghost you’d be stupid to think he’d try to save you. he would be the first one out the door and running away. he’s also so loud, your honestly more likely to get jump scared by his screaming than the actual game. other than that i think venti likes to play the sims4 too, except he’s so chaotic about it. he wants to do challenges and he also wants to make like 10 babies with you even if your sims can’t afford them- cries when they are taken away. has all the packs and just enjoys fucking around with everything- also makes bets with you, like whether your baby is going to be a boy or girl, and if you lose you owe him a kiss or he asks you to do something for him. when he plays with you, he needs to be touching your body at all times. he says it makes him feel safe, and warm. so you just let him. venti also wants to play karaoke games with you, he loves your voice so much- whether you can sing or not he loves it. but he will tease you if you cant. he loves duetting with you, to him it’s something very intimate and close to home. he wants to hold your hand and give them a squeeze as an encouragement when you sing with him. and yes you guys probably have played just dance a few times, but venti gets incredibly tired after one round- so please bare with his annoying ass. i think venti is a solid 8 red bulls out of “ive already drank 15”

guys i was supposed to include aether but his part disappeared and i- </3 i’ll have to rewrite and upload it in a second part!! heh sorry for being gone for so long, anyway i have my presentations tomorrow, a test on thursday and another presentation on friday ;-; wish me luck! ill be back writing in a few days while i suffer rn sghshshsh

also @truegaypotat my love here is some xiao content <3

#genshin #genshin impact #anime #mihoyo #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #venti x reader #kazuha imagines #xiao imagines #venti imagines #kazuha #xiao #venti #kazuha fluff #xiao fluff #venti fluff #kazuha smut #kazuha headcanons #xiao headcanons #venti headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #kaedehara kazuha #anemo #anemo boys x reader #gamer #gaming #lolible writes

[diorjadore]

Headaches — Vinnie Hacker

Part 2 of the California Series

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: She finally made it to Los Angeles after months of planning! Looking forward to a hot girl summer with her friends, she catches the eye of a famous social media influencer.

Warning/s: Drinking

Word Count: ~2.2k words

Song Suggestion/s:

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July 9 Saturday, 10:30 am

It was the day after meeting Vinnie and you still didn’t know that Celine gave him your number. Your head was pounding from the drinks you consumed and you felt like the world was coming down on you. Nadine wasn’t spared either because she’s still lying on her bed with all the curtains drawn. Neither of you could help each other. You persevered through as you forced yourself to take a relaxing bath, putting what the hotel had to offer to good use.

You’re supposed to meet Eloise, Celine, and Red for brunch somewhere in goddamn Los Angeles, you honestly couldn’t care less where, you just needed food. Nadine passed on the chance and just ordered room service, too exhausted to even get out of bed.

It was a good day in LA with the sun out, occasional blowing of horns towards those who can’t drive can be heard from the inside. Celine was acting suspicious, asking if you found guys to mess around with already. You told her no but maybe though when you all go to the frat party later. The game plan is to make an appearance, do a lap around the house, talk to some Chads, drink a little, and wait for Eloise until she’s done fucking her Tinder-frat boy, and then dip. Excessive drinking at frat parties is a dangerous move.

There’s something about this city’s energy that doesn’t sit right with you. You’re not one to judge but every person that caught your eye here seems to all have similarities; they’re all…fixed. Trust me, that’s not a bad thing but this place feels like what the internet would look like personified. You would only see people that got work done on Instagram and Tiktok but it shocked you, and your friends apparently, that they were real, functioning people. From the conversations you overheard from brunch, it seems as if they have fake personalities too. That was way worse, you thought. You repelled the idea of visiting for a short while and especially living here as you were already impatient to head East. You finished brunch and bid your goodbyes for now as you will see them later anyways.

Around the afternoon, you got a text from an unknown number.

+ 310 444 9815

Hi i dont know if you remember me but im the guy from last night, Vinnie Hacker. Ur friend gave me ur number and i figured i get to know u while ure here while showing u around.

+ 917 221 7367

Hey! Of course i remember you. I guess it would be nice to be shown around LA, whats d worst that could happen right? :’)

Vinnie Hacker, Boa LA (+ 310 444 9815)

Nice! How does tomorrow sound? Lmk ur address n ill pick u up by 5. Is that ayt with u? We could go to d beach n have a picnic hehe maybe watch d sunset?

Y/n, cutie from bday dinner (+ 917 221 7367)

I would love that! We’re staying at Sheraton. See u then! :’)

You blushed at his date idea because you found it cute, he even planned it in advance. That’s a first, you thought. Most guys would just arrange a poor date specifically timed at night hoping that you’ll let them smash.

9:00 pm

You were the designated driver for tonight and that was alright with you because you didn’t plan on drinking at all. As you arrived, the house was somewhat packed. From the blonde broads to the frat brothers wearing tank tops shotgunning, you were already itching to go home. Maybe wait for an hour and a half?

You couldn’t stop thinking about your date with Vinnie tomorrow. Why was he being so accommodating to you? You’re certainly not his type, well you figured because all his past girls looked like clones. You couldn’t be more wrong though, that man is falling hard. He couldn’t stop thinking about you last night and today that it even creeped him out, obsession much?Jett’s ears were about to fall off from how much his best friend worried out loud that your date with him would be a disaster. The raven haired boy assured him that it would be fine, the worst that could happen is either him throwing up on you or him bringing the boys along for moral support. What a loser he would be if that happened.

All of those nerves were due to the fact that he doesn’t go on dates at all. All holed up in his room playing games with his friends day in and day out, you would think he only talks to Liza and the girls from the Hype House, a total of 3. And you being beautiful intimidated him even more, he really wants to impress you. He has to keep his cool though despite his urge to just confess his feelings.

You were snapped out of your thinking when Celine asked you her question again from brunch. “Yeah, some guy actually texted me awhile ago. Did you have anything to do with that?” You asked and she sipped on her cup.

“I’m just doing God’s work.” She shrugged and smirked. You thanked her in your mind because you can’t ever tell her how giddy you got when Vinnie texted you. After a few minutes, you finally reunited with your friends as you were ready to go home.

July 10 Sunday, 4:40 pm

You’re finally getting ready for your date with Vinnie! You had a hair appointment that afternoon so you didn’t worry about styling it anymore, you just touched up your light makeup and changed into a white dress, Converse shoes, dainty jewelry, and a small bag containing your things and both your film and polaroid camera. Vinnie texted that he’ll be there in 5 minutes so you went down to the lobby and as if right timing, you saw him pull up in front. You smiled as you saw him rush out of his car to open the door for you. You greeted him and supported yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders as you kissed him on the cheek. He turned red but you didn’t notice, thankfully for him.

He was a blushing mess the whole way, still relishing at the fact that you kissed him, truly a contagious site to see. Both of you didn’t talk much for the whole ride. It wasn’t awkward silence but rather a comforting one. Neither of you wanted to ruin such a pure moment. Sometimes, he would steal glances at you when you would turn to see the sites that LA has to offer, perfectly illuminating your beauty. You would also sometimes look at him and down at his hands holding the shifting gear, how you wish your hands were under his or how you wish that it was intertwined with yours on your thighs as you soothe his large ones.

The beach wasn’t crowded at all when you got there, a few people here and there. You asked if you could set the picnic with him but he refused. You watched him make a fool of himself as he tried to flatten the picnic blanket, the sides would turn due to the wind. “Maybe I do need your help.” He sheepishly said as you happily obliged. He brought those aesthetically pleasing cakes you only see on Pinterest, a mini cheese board, sandwiches, and juice boxes.

You were eating as you faced the ocean waiting for the sunset as you laughed. “This is so cheesy.” You said while grinning. He must’ve not understood you because he thought you found it ridiculous, that you found him ridiculous.

“I’m sorry I didn’t have any idea what to do on a first date and I wanted to make a good impression…” He rambled and sat up from his side lying position in panic.

You put a hand on his forearm which made him immediately stop. “This is a first date?” You look at him in the eyes, amused by how fast he gets flustered.

“Yeah, well I wanted it to be but I guess not anymore.” He sighed. You playfully shoved him as you let out a chuckle.

“Vinnie, I’m playing! You need to chill. Yes I know this is a first date, I could tell by how nervous you are. And I said cheesy because I found it adorable how you thought of all of this. It’s definitely a great first date, better than the ones I’ve been on.” You comforted him and you saw how his eyes lit up, calmness taking over. He thought about what Jett said earlier about throwing up and he thanked the heavens that he didn’t though he almost did.

You sat there again in comfortable silence watching the sun set right in front of you, you wanted to capture the moment so you pulled out your film camera. “Woah! You have one?” He said in amazement.

“No, Vinnie this isn’t real.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“You’re mean.” The blond huffed.

“No I’m not.” You smiled at how childish he was, it’s cute if you have to be honest.

“You’re right, no you’re not.” He grinned while looking at you as you set up your camera. One side of your hair was tucked behind your ear and your eyebrows were furrowed, the light catching your good side, the wind blowing and the waves served as background music. How many times does one need to fall? He thought to himself. One too many, hell, as much and as deep as you want. His heart retorted.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You looked up at him and down again as you finished setting the camera. He didn’t answer but he did smile in embarrassment. Right on cue, you snapped a picture of him with his eyes crinkled close as he rubbed his eyes. He took it from your hands and took a picture of you as well. The wind was in your favor as it perfectly blew your hair, the lighting behind you a beautiful purple, pink, and orange color.

“Come here, let’s take a picture.” You said and he scooted near you. You pointed the camera at both of your faces. Your head was leaning in between his head and shoulders as his arm sneaked its way to your waist, the sudden touch sparked heat inside the both of you. You both smiled and took another one; the two of you looking at each other with the most loving eyes. You decided to snap a picture on your polaroid camera as well. Vinnie could kiss you then and there and you told yourself that if he did then you would be his forever. It was the perfect moment one could ask for. He was shy, you were shy but that didn’t ruin the bliss you separately felt, together.

You didn’t want to end your date at all so you asked. “So when will you take me to the State Fair?” He looked up at you and smiled.

“I wanted to ask you about that but I felt like I would be pushing it too far.” He reasoned out but you can tell from his face how willing he is to spend more time with you.

“Let’s go right now then.” You said and he almost dragged you back to the car.

7:45 pm

There were a lot of people at the fair and some even took pictures with Vinnie. This was what worried you the most; being seen with him. No, you weren’t embarrassed, hell, who in their right mind would? It’s the rabid fans that think they have some weird possession over him. You knew that you’ll get threats for this and for that to not happen is for Vinnie to act like you don’t exist on the internet. Let them go crazy with their assumptions about his love life, you know he’ll never speak of it. You felt some of them eyeing you so you kept your distance while they took pictures with him, they never acknowledged your presence.

“Sorry about that.” Vinnie apologized after he was done taking pictures with the teenage girls.

“It’s alright. Do you wanna ride the Ferris Wheel?” You eased the awkward tension. He agreed and you hopped in one of the cars. The view was spectacular to say the least. You can see the lights from the booths and the both of you watched as the people below turned into ants. You pulled out both cameras and you tried to immortalize the both of you, this moment, and this feeling.

He’s such a surreal feeling. He’s like a gust of wind on a humid day, a nostalgic song suddenly blasting on the radio, a hearty breakfast to fuel you for the day. You struggle to find words and analogies to express what he feels like through primal senses right now but you hope that those words will arrive at your doorstep at the right time, right when you need to say it the most to him.

Vinnie had his shoulders wrapped around you when suddenly he said. “I wanna know who you are, Y/n.” You looked directly at his eyes as he gently grabbed your chin and gave you a soft chaste kiss as you laid your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He kissed you again and again and again until you were smiling and giggling. Your thought about him kissing you making you his forever finally came true.

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Author’s Note: Hello i hope yall listen to d songs its good imo! I enjoyed writing this hehe i wanted to include y/n meeting Harry Raftus bc thats his frat but like what will he contribute to d story lol AHAHAHA

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[marktuansvevo]

got7 reacts to something theyve never experienced before in a relationship

warning(s); slight cursing, sexual content in bam’s part

mark; being jealous

mark understood why his past partners could be jealous of him in his line of work. as long as it didn’t get out of hand, he thought it was cute. he was never the jealous one in the relationship. he didn’t even know what jealousy felt like....

....until tonight.

you were mark’s entire world. you excited him, you built him up like no other. never before could he see himself spending his life with someone before you came along. you made the world brighter to him.

but now he was only seeing red. 

you had been a trainee and never debuted, which you weren’t too upset about, you had a boyfriend you loved and a career with less physical and time demands than being in the entertainment industry. this meant that you knew a lot of other bands, stray kids being one of them. chan was, quite frankly, your best friend during your trainee days, so when you saw him at this afterparty you were attending with mark, you threw yourself into his arms.

mark just watched you from afar.

and his blood boiled.

chan spun you around in his arms, the biggest smile on his stupid, handsome face. “yah!! y/n! mark didn’t say you’d be here.”

you giggled, trying to keep your tears at bay. you put your hands on his face, poking his dimples. mark scoffed at the blush that was forming on his friend’s face. “god, chan i missed you so much.”

“bro, you look constipated,” bam snuck up behind him. “dude, your face is so red right now.”

mark rolled his eyes. “these parties are so annoying.” he didn’t take his eyes off of you as you caught up with chan, who still had his hand around your waist.

bam followed his line of vision. “shit, you’re not constipated, you’re jealous. yugyeom, come look at him!”

mark walked away from his intoxicated friends and up to you. you smiled at him before returning to your conversation with chan. 

“y/n, we have to go,” mark said lowly, smiling a sickly fake smile at chan, who immediately dropped his hand from your waist. 

“why, baby, we just got here? are you not feeling good?” you asked. he wanted to feel bad, your voice was laced with concern.

“something like that. see you, chan.”

as you got in the car, you smiled at him, poking his cheek. “somebody’s jealous, huh?”

“huh? of chan? i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he clenched his jaw, not making eye contact with you as he steered his car out of the parking lot. you were giggling now.

“you’re cute when you’re jealous. maybe i should make more time for chan.”

“y/n!!!”

jaebeom; wearing disguises in public

jaebeom never thought he would have to dress up in a disguise to go out in public. and jae would never want to put you in such a position. it was draining, and you, as his girlfriend knew that he despised it.

but you wanted to go to a concert with him.

and you wanted to stand in the pit with him and be part of it. don’t get you wrong, you loved when he bought you suite seats or could watch his shows from backstage, but you wanted to sway to ariana grande in th pit with your boyfriend.

“cmon, jae, i think everyone is going to be paying attention to ari. we can skip the opening act?” you suggested.

“y/n, i don’t want to take a chance...im sorry,” he pouted at you. you sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

“what about disguises?” he said. “like, we could wear our halloween costumes?” you were giggling to yourself, but your boyfriend seemed like the idea.

“i could wear my jesus wig and you could paint a beard on me?” he said with serious eyes.

“jae, you hate going out in disguises.”

“true...but, babe, this will be fun. you could wear your sailor mars wig, it’d be cute,”

okay, this was a really cute idea and you were warming up to it...if it made your boyfriend more comfortable to be out in a crowd of so many people, you were down to try it out.

“this really feels like halloween in july,” you giggled as you used mascara to draw a beard on his chin.

“do I look like jesus??” he asked childishly.

“well, you don’t look like im jaebeom of got7, that’s for sure,”

“you look like an egirl,” he laughed at himself. “don’t hate, you know you love it,” you said. “we look so cute, let’s take a mirror selfie and post in later,”

“no, then people will be on to us,” your boyfriend sent a pout in your direction as he looked at his makeshift beard in the mirror. “I look sexy as fuck in a beard,”

“super sexy aegyo please?”

the two of you arrived at the arena, not be noticed by anyone, but jae was still on edge, so you held his hand tight as you made your way into the pit.

“im so excited!!” you shouted over the noise. he shook his head before leaning in to kiss you. the two of you danced the whole night away to arianas crooning, his arms around you as you swayed to her pretty, soothing voice. the two of you let the world fade away while ariana sang honeymoon ave in the background.

jackson; his significant other saying ily first.

it was no secret that jackson was stock full of love and kindness. he had had other partners before you, all with him ending up getting too attached, or scaring them away when he said “I love you” too early.

he did not want to scare you away, and honestly, he had known he loved you two months into dating, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he never outwardly said those three little words to you.

he wasn’t expecting you to say it, first though.

you had invited him over for dinner and a movie, just wanting a chill night in with your boyfriend. he brought the wine and promised to give you a back massage, so really, what more could you want on this chilly thursday night?

“what’s been going on, honey? you know you can tell me anything,” jackson whispered into your ear as he helped you out of your clothes.

“I feel like I deserve to oversee my department at work. i have the most education of all of them, more experience than them, and generally, I am more optimistic than my superiors….,” you sighed, letting him rub just under your shoulder blades, which had been itching all week.

“mmm?”

“i think they might be scared of powerful women who like to wear hot pink fendi suits to work,” you smiled, knowing he would be offended at your joke. you could almost feel him pouting.

“so the reason you can’t get the job is because your superiors don’t like the suits your boyfriend buys you? wow, what a way to hurt a guy’s pride…,” he followed your lead on the joke, trying to make you laugh because he knew this was really getting to you. “baby, I think you should go to their boss and see if you can get a promotion…tell them everything you told me, okay? i know you’re not only the best woman for the job, but the best person for the job…period,” he said, making you feel so overwhelmed with emotion. none of your previous partners had ever revered you the way jackson had. you felt so incredibly blessed and in love, you couldn’t help yourself.

“god, jackson, I love you so much,” you whispered.

the movement of his soft hands on your back stopped abruptly at your words. ‘oh god, was it too early to say that?’

“j-jackson…im sorry-“

“ive been waiting to say that to you,” he breathed against your lips, closing the distance that was between them.

“jackson wang….you love me?” you could feel the tears building. the man of your dreams was in love with you, too.

“i love you,” he whispered reverently.

“say it again,” you begged. he said it like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you….i love you..”

jinyoung; moving in together

jinyoung thought you were so cute. you were ecstatic to move with jinyoung. you had been living in your shared apartment with your mom your whole life and we’re excited to start a new chapter of your life. jinyoung didn’t think you were taking in the fact that moving is one of the most stressful things a person can go through.

he didn’t want to rain on your parade, though.

the two of you got settled into your new apartment after a long day of unpacking. jinyoung kissed you as you laid onto your new king sized bed. “im gonna grab takeout, you want your usual?” he asked sweetly, squeezing your hand. you just nodded, squeezing his hand back.

you watched as jinyoung walked out of your shared bedroom. that’s when the dam broke. you were so overwhelmed. you didn’t know how to make warm water happen in your shower, you didn’t have your wifi set up, and you forgot your favorite teddy bear at your moms. you missed teddy and your wifi and your mom.

“hey, i ordered you two egg rolls and they gave us three - hey, baby, are you crying?”

“no,” you replied lamely. “I miss teddy,” you wailed miserably.

“teddy...the...stuffed bear?” he asked.

“i slept with him every night for the past 20 something years.”

“baby...we can get your bear in the morning...,”

“we don’t have netflix set up so how am i supposed to sleep tonight?”

“y/n...,” he chuckled. you frowned harder now that he was laughing at you. “moving isn’t as exciting as it looks. tomorrow, we will fix the wifi, okay? and we can visit your mom and rescue teddy.”

“okay...okay. im sorry, im just a bit overwhelmed,” you confessed.

“its gonna be okay, honey. it’s a lot to take in, i know. but you can hold me instead of teddy, and ill sing you to sleep,” he whispered, the takeout now long forgotten. before you could fall asleep, he pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and pulled you into his chest to take a selfie. “there. now we have a picture of us in our bed for the first time.”

“i love you, you sap.”

even though you called him the sap, the next day you went to the pharmacy to get the photo printed and frame it. when jinyoung came home from the market that day, he eyed the frame on your bed stand, smirking at you.

“oh, so im the sap, hmm?”

youngjae; picking up the tab

it was the first date the two of you had been on since youngjae had been on tour. he told you to get dressed up and that the two of you would go out for a fancy dinner and catch up on everything. this is why you loved him, because while you wanted to hear all about his stories of life and tour abroad, he always wanted to hear about everything that was going at home, to see if you were alright.

youngjae looked dazzling in a black checked suit, while you matched him with a little black dress that made him groan when you stepped out of the bathroom. “can we skip dinner?” he’d ask cheekily. you rolled your eyes at him before kissing him on the cheek. “we aren’t skipping dinner, and we definitely won’t be skipping dessert,” you winked before leading him to the car.

the two of you ate dinner together, him holding your hand and looking at you with stars in his eyes as you told him stories that had happened while he was away. you ordered appetizers, drinks, shared an entrée, and youngjae even ordered you a slice of apple pie for the two of you to share.

“baby, I’m going to go use the restroom,” youngjae said before kissing your hand. “’kay, don’t get mugged, please,” you teased him. he shook his head at your playfulness. you watched as he left before frantically waving your arms at your waitress. she ran over to you, checking if you were alright.

“I just wanted to wonder if I can pick up the cheque really quick? I wanted to pick it up for my boyfriend as a surprise,” you spoke in a hushed tone, making the waitress giggle. she nodded her head before handing it to her. you handed her your credit card, thanking her before your boyfriend had any suspicions of what you were up to.

youngjae came out of the bathroom as soon as the waitress set the cheque down. you were applying your lipstick so you couldn’t snatch it in time. you watched as his pretty brown eyes scanned the receipt, looking confused as ever. “is this a joke? what kind of waitress lets the girlfriend pay?”

“jae,” you giggled. “you don’t always have to pay for dinner. I wanted to treat you…I missed you so much,” you confided, watching his expression from anger into warmth.

“oh, thank you honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful, I love you so much,” you let him wrap his suit jacket around your arms before planting a kiss to your forehead. “but that will be the last time you ever do that.”

“shut up, i like doing nice things for you,” you pouted.

“since you paid for dinner tonight, i have to put out, right?”

he ran to the car before you could slap him in the chest.

bam; his s/o borrowing his clothes

remember how joey never shared his food? well that’s how bam was with his wardrobe. he was very particular about his clothing, not letting people borrow them at all. yugyeom used to steal his clothes just to be petty and piss his best friend off. he had never let past partners borrow his clothes, and nothing was going to change, it wasn’t his fault, it was an obsession. if you were sure of one thing, it was to not steal your boyfriends clothes.

but one day, while he was gone from work, you thought you would take pictures of yourself in only one of his blazers to tease him.

you weren’t expecting him to walk through the door while you were trying to take self timer pictures of yourself.

“baby? what are you doing?” bam asked, laughing as you let out a squeal of surprise.

“i..i wanted to surprise you...,” he tsked, pulling away to look at his blazer. “i know you don’t like me wearing your things..,” you stammered as he circled you.

“you have such pretty things, though, bam,”

“you look so sexy in this,” he purred. “you were trying to get me worked up while im trying to work?”

“u...uhhh,” you couldn’t think coherently with you boyfriend acting so domineering. you gasped as he slid his hand up to your cunt, rubbing your clit in little circles. “bam...please...,” you groaned. 

“keep the blazer on,” he said as you writhed in his grip.

“its gonna get all sweaty though and then you’ll yell at me,” you teased him as you followed him to the bed. 

bam just groaned. “baby, im sorry I haven’t let you borrow my clothes before but you look better in them than me. now, let me fuck you and i promise you can have anything you want in that closet.”

he knew exactly how to shut you up.

yugyeom; his s/o buying him flowers

yugyeom was always so stressed during comeback season. you always scolded him when he forgot to eat, or wasn’t staying hydrated enough, but you were so proud of him. seeing the smile on his face and the way he walked a little taller was so worth it.

he was still busy during comeback season, coming home late after all the videos he had to shoot for publicity.

one night, yugyeom had gotten home around midnight to a bouquet of pink roses and a handwritten note from you. it read; “I am so proud of you, my love. congrats on breath… I can always feel your love,” he blushed and giggled to himself, thinking, “isn’t the guy supposed to buy the girlfriend the flowers?” he wandered into your shared bedroom to see you sprawled into his side, with your book in your hands, a soft snore leaving your lips. he nudged you, not intending to wake you up, he could thank you in the morning. but he did accidentally. “yeom?” you whispered. 

“shh, baby go back to sleep,” he shushed, changing into his pjs. 

“did you like the flowers?” you asked, suddenly awake now. 

“theyre really pretty, baby, but aren’t I supposed to buy you the flowers?” 

you narrowed your eyes at him. “not my boyfriend being a sexist,” 

“yah! y/n stop it, I didn’t mean it that way!! I love them, you remembered I said I love roses,” he was pouting now, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. his voice got quieter now. “no one’s ever remembered my favorite flowers…much less bought them for me,” he paused, kissing the back of your neck before closing his eyes and falling fast asleep.

he was whipped.

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[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: The Birthday Week

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s Tom’s Birthday Week! So much planning, food, and surprises....and a special promise from our favorite Q.S. Couple.

A/N: It’s been long overdue...Is it too late to say Happy Belated Tom?! 🥺

A/N: Happier Part 3 comes out this weekend!!

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships

May 25, 2020 (T-Minus 7 Days)

An almost average Monday. Its the start of Tom’s Birthday Week and Y/N is trying her best to get ahead of the game and prep up for an over-the-top birthday party for her boyfriend. Well as over-the-top as it can get when you’re stuck in Quarantine because...well...Covid.

The only problem, she didnt know where to start. What party to throw, games to play, food to make, playlist to create, and above all the gift. This year Y/N wanted to give Tom something that held a lot of sentimental value to represent all the love she had for him. While Y/N was lucky enough to have someone like Tom to spoil her and show her just how much she meant to him, she wanted to do the same for Tom. So, she went to the spare room, which had now become her new work space and started googling away.

May 26, 2020 (T-Minus 6 Days)

The next day, Tom and the boys went out for their daily Golf match, while Y/N stayed behind to continue party planning. She made sure to be discreet about it and pretended that she had to take care of a few things for work. In reality, Y/N facetimed her best friend, on advice of what to get Tom for his 24th.

“C’mon Im serious Nico. I want to give him something special this year.” Y/N groaned when she knew her best friend wasn’t giving her the answers she wanted.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I dont know what you could give him. You’ve know him better than anyone else.” Nico reasoned, as Y/N continued her helpless groans, banging her head on the table. “Look Im sure what ever you come up with, Tom is going to love it no matter what.”

“But that’s the problem I don’t know what I can come up with. Our first year together I got him clothes, last year it was golfing gear, I don’t know how I can top that.” Y/N continued to stare at the desk picking up and dropping her pencil repeatedly. “I just know that I want it to be something he can always look back at and know that I’ll always be there for him.”

“Wow. You really like this kid don’t ya?” Nico questioned, but of course she knew the answer to that...anyone did.

“Yeah...more than anything.” Y/N smiles back as she thinks about Tom.

“Well what about a promise ring?” Y/N’s ears perk up at the suggestion.

“Like uhhh a men’s promise ring? Do they even make promise rings for men?” She questions, though isn’t opposed to the idea.

“No, Im talking about a donkey’s promise ring.” Nico rolls her eyes. “It’d be cute and not to mention empowering because you’d be making the first move. Empowering women is super attractive.”

Y/N stops to give it some thought. It would be cute to have a ring for him and see him wear it everywhere knowing he would carry a symbol of her love. Of course it’s nothing like the real thing when couples get married and all, but it’s a step toward that direction. “Ill think about it.” She says.

May 27, 2020 (T-Minus 5 Days)

Y/N had finally given the idea a good 8 hours when she decided to find the ring. She scrolled through pages and pages to find the ring but none of them spoke to her or looked like it was meant for Tom. The more she scrolled the more anxious she got, slowly biting ther thumb nail as she continued.

“You know if you’re gonna do birthday shopping for someone in the house, the kitchen might not be the best place to do it.” A deep british voice popped up from behind.

Y/N shrieked and jumped, quickly closing her laptop, afraid she had already ruined the surprise. Until she turned around and saw it was just Harrison. “Ugh, was it reallg necessary to do that?” She whined. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Of course wheres the fun in simply asking what you’re doing.” He laughed, pulling a chair next to Y/N as he watched her scroll through pages or rings. His smile growing ever so slightly. Y/N looked at him with suspicion.

“Okay I know that smile...clearly you know something I don’t.” She states. “Is this a bad idea?”

Harrisons smile dropped quickly as he profusely shook his head. “What? What? No...I just uhh — actually yeah the rings are not a good idea.” He blabbers. Y/N looks at him, waiting for Harrison to continue. “I mean think about it. If you buy a ring for Tom and he starts wearing it everywhere. People are gonna suspect that he’s getting married or worse find out about your relationship. I don’t know if you wanna risk that.”

Harrison was lucky to be a gifted actor as he improv-ed his answers on the spot in hopes that Y/N did not find him to be too suspicious. If she called his bluff and found out, Tom would make sure Harrison would never see the light of day. “You should go for this necklace. I think it suits him and has a touch of your style.” Harrison points out to a necklace he truthfully thought she should get him. With that, he quickly left Y/N to be on her own in gift shopping.

May 28, 2020 (T-Minus 4 Days)

Y/N’s planning was 70% in the clear. The necklace was ordered, Sam was helping out in planning the food, Harrison and Tuwaine were arranging the golf diversion plan, and Harry was keeping Tom busy making sure he wasnt suspecting anything. Although that didn’t stop Tom from bothering his girlfriend a couple of hours of the day. How could he not, the boy missed his girl.

“Y/N..” Tom cooed as he wrapped his hands around her, kissing a small part of her shoulder. “Can you take a break from whatever arts and crafts thing you got going on and cuddle with me?” He continued as he placed another kiss.

“Babe, I’d love to more than anything but I wanna finish this up so I can at least accomplish one thing during Quarantine.” She explains.

“You accomplish a lot of things darling, and you can accomplish another if you just come and cuddle with your needy boyfriend, who happens to be turning 24....in 4 days.” He hinted, places kisses by ear.

“Oh and I suppose that gives you special treatment?” Y/N challenges, letting out giggles as Tom continued to kiss where she was ticklish the most.

“I would hope so. Now, what do you say?” He smiles at her, placing the small strand of black hair behind her ear.

“Okay you win.” She whispers.

May 29, 2020 (T-Minus 3 Days)

Tom and Harry were busy hosting the Pub Quiz, while Y/N and Harrison took the time to create the decorations for Tom’s party. The theme... Spiderman, but what else was new. Harrison drew up webs and spiders on the deflated red and blue ballooms, stashing them in a paper bag to be inflated the day of. Y/N started on the birthday pub quiz answer sheets, customizing them to have that personal touch of Tom. Everything was going smoothly until, she needed more glue.

“Crap, Im gonna check the closet. I think we have a few spare sticks of hot glue.” Y/N stated, as she got up.

Harrison eyes started to display signs of panic as he quickly got up and raced her to it, guarding the closet door. “Uh...there’s no more. I already checked.” He squeaked.

Y/N raised her one eyebrow in suspicion. “I’m pretty sure there’s a couple.” She fired back, trying to pry Harrison off the closet. “C’mon Harrison. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it is.” Harrison continued to stall. Y/N rolled her eyes, coming closer to him, wiggling her fingers. She tickled his sides, knowing it was his weak spot. His grip started to loosen as he let out fits of giggles. Y/N took the opportunity to quickly open the closet, and grab her glue sticks. She looked around to find if anything was suspicious or worth hiding, but there was nothing.

“You know...you’re acting really weird.” Y/N stated as she walked back to the table to continue her project. Once she was out of Harrison’s sight, he quickly texted Tom about the dilemma. Only to receive:

Time to find a new spot then.

May 30, 2020 (T-Minus 2 Days)

It was Tom & Y/N’s turn to wash the dishes after dinner. The irony both had no clue what one was planning for the other. They were always the type to be truthfully honest to each other, but a few little playful secrets couldn’t hurt. “So, is it just me or is Harrison acting really...strange?” She asked her boyfriend. Tom looked at her, pretending to not know what she was talking about.

“Umm..not sure. He seemed fine to me....Why? What’s happened?” Tom asked casually, focusing on the dishes.

“You know for someone that’s really good at acting, you’re a terrible liar.” Y/N laughed out loud, only to get splashed with water. “Touche. But seriously, he gets so nervous around me. Like someone’s out to get him if I do something he doesn’t expect. I wanted to get glue sticks yesterday in the closet and he straight up guarded the door, saying I wasn’t allowed....in out own closet?! I swear it’s like he’s hiding something in there.”

“Haz, you div.” Tom muttered under his breath.

“What was that babe?”

“Uhh nothing. I was just saying Harrison is a piece of work. Even I couldn’t tell you why he was acting like that.” He lied.

“Uh..huh.” Y/N responded, not buying anything but rather just letting it be.

Tom placed the dishes on the rack, while he came up behind his girlfriend, huggling her tightly from behind. “It’s whatever. But, lets just go back to our room, lay under the sheets, watch some Netflix....have a good time.” He smirked, kissing her temple. “And just cuddle like there’s no one watching.”

“Mmmm. Now that sounds like a plan.” She whispers pulling him to their room.

May 31, 2020 (T-Minus 1 Day)

Y/N only had 1 day left to prepare everything for Tom’s big day. She made sure to stay on top of everyone’s tasks and prepped her gifts for Tom tomorrow. Y/N was extremely proud of everything and everyone that was taking part of her little project. A rare sight anyone would ever see, but the most thing she was proud of was how secretive they were able to keep it that Tom didnt suspect a single thing.

“So, got anything planned for tomorrow?” Tom asked Y/N as she was cooking pancakes.

“Mmm I dont know. Am I supposed to have something to do tomorrow?” She teases.

“Well..” He starts as he takes the spatula out of her hands. “I hear it this div’s birthday tomorrow.” Tom grabs Y/N’s waist, picking her up and placing her on the counter. “And I hear he just wants to spend it with his girls all day long.” Y/N’s legs locked around Tom’s waist as he continues his not-so-obvious birthday wish.

“Oh there’s gonna be more than one girl at this birthday of his huh? He must be quite the player.” She smiles at him, fingers thresding through the small brown hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Well yeah because Tessa is his princess but Y/N, this really cute adorable hot girl who doesn’t think she’s hot but should really start seeing it...that HIS princess.” He explained, kissing every visible spot on her face. “It would make his 24th. Trust me.”

Y/N pretends to stall and think about his wish. He knew he was going to get Y/N and Tom time together no matter what, but where’s the fun in just expecting it. “We’ll see about that birthday boy.”

June 1, 2020 (Party Time!!)

The boys were all out celebrating Tom’s birthday at the golf course at the start of the day. Of course that wasn’t until Tom made sure to get some extra love and attention from his girlfriend first thing in the morning. Y/N quickly rushed to get the decorations in place, while Nikki, Tom’s mother helped in setting the table and getting the food ready with cleR and concise instructions from Sam to ensure they couldn’t mess it up.

“Y/N this was such a wonderful idea. I cant wait to see his face when he comes home.” She exclaims, giving Y/N the most comforting hug.

“Thank you Nikki, I just want it to be perfect for him this year. I mean we’re all in Quarantine and all of us are finally together in one place.” Y/N explains as she places the final ballons up by the doorway.

“Well of this is how you prepare for a birthday, I can’t wait to see how you prep for your wedding.” Nikki responds, only half joking.

“He hasn’t even proposed yet!” Y/N laughs, though the thought makes her stomach flutter in the best way possible. Being married to Tom was all she could ever want in life.

“Well, dont you worry. Im sure it’ll happen, that boy can’t gona second without you I’d be surprised if he doesnt....May just have to chastise him if he takes too long.”

Y/N was starting to grow a bit suspicious. This whole week alone was filled with suspicion. Harrison acting weird, Tom being extra needy and cuddly, Nikki talking about marriage. “Was Tom going to propose soon? “ she thought to herself.

Just in the nick of time, the boys had all arrived after an intense game of golf. They came in bursting in conversation about how great it was, who deserved to win, and of course how Dom was always getting beat at his own game by his sons. Of course the festivities didnt start yet, until Tom took a moment to shower and dress up. It wasnt that he needed to, but for him..it was extremely necessary for today.

Y/N went up to grab her presents for Tom in the work closet, when all of a sudden, a small box landed on her head. She looked up then down towards where the item fell, only to see a sparkling pink and clear diamon cut ring. “Oh my god” she muttered.

“Bullocks.” Tom spoke out loud wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his torso.

“I...uh..Im sorry Tom. I swear I wasn’t looking for it I was just trying to get my gift so I could give it to you. I didnt know this was your hiding spot.” She frantically explains picking up the box and giving it to him.

Tom looked a little disappointed as he stared at the ring. He had worked so hard to keep it a secret from everyone only to get it ruined on his brirthday. “No no no. It’s fine Y/N, really. I just...I was planning on giving this to you next month on your birthday.”

Y/N opens her mouth realizing how bad she messed it up. “Oh my god. Tom Im so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He laughs. “Actually kinda glad you found it. So now I can do this”. Tom gets down on one knee, his towel still wrapped around his torso. “Y/N, I have loved you more than I could ever love anyone in the past 3 years I’ve known you. I swear I could have sworn I was going to marry you the day I met you at the Marvel office with your little black Dell notebook in your hands. Your humor, your kindess, your sympathy and empathy for all living things makes me love you even more. Will you make me the happiest birthday man on earth, and marry me?” He proposes.

Y/N tears up and shakes her head vigorously. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries, repearing the words as she hugs him on the floor. They lean in giving into a passionate kiss, still holding onto each other. Y/N and Tom couldn’t believe it was real. Just a couple of seconds they were boyfriend and girlfriend..now they’re engaged. “Wait. I almost forgot about your presents.” She quickly speaks out grabbing the bag.

“Darling, believe me you were my present. I am beyond satisfied right now.” He chuckles.

“I know, but I got you these too!” Y/N pushes the bag to him. Tom shakes his head as he opens it up find a silver necklace with a retangular pendant, and a major jar full of post- it notes. He observes the necklace and opens up the retangular pendant to find a picture of Y/N and him during their firsf year together. He smiled back at the memory, now seeing as to where they’ve ended uo. Stronger and better than before. Next, he opened the major jar pulling out a small card that read:

For whenever you’re down, need a laugh or missing me.

He picked up a post it note that more pictures of them during their time together with a note saying:

“Remember that you’re the reason we all smile. You are a warm loght of happiness that does not stop giving to the world.”

Tom tears up at the gift. In all his years, no one has ever given him soemthing that held so much sentimental value. “I love you so much Y/N. Thank you for this...for all of this.” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Your welcome. I hope you know you mean the world to me too, and I just wanted your birthday to be perfect.”

“It already is...because I have you.” He looks back at her and smiles.

“Cmon birthday boy. Get dressed, we have a party to attend to and news to share .” Y/N laughs as she helps her boyfriend...I mean fiance up. Who said that quarantine birthdays were boring?

Taglist:

@hollanddolanfangirl​ @parkerspillow​

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

[bokutosbestie2]

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Hey guys!! Thank you sm for those who have been reading and liking the story!! I NEVER THOUGHT in a million years people would actually read my writing..

@yams-wants-that-booty there ya go bestie!

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Oikawa's pov:

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Iwa said in a bad mood.

" I went to the other side how I told ya... Also, where are the others? " I questioned.

" I moved them to guard another place, and I HAD TO WAIT HERE FOR 2 HOURS. "

" WELL, IM BACK NOW ~~ "

" SHEEZ I WAS STARTING TO THINK THEY KILLED YOU OR SOMETHING! " he sounded very serious he really was a concern for me.

" Yea DONT worry n- no one saw me. " Shoot I stuttered now he is going to know for sure I'm lying...

" SHITTYKAWA THATS BS! WHO! IN THE HELL SAW YOU! You better start talking or else we can be in some big trouble if people find out. ". he stood there tapping his foot as he has his arms crossed.

" Well maybe? The Princess of the Gods saw me.."

" OIKAWA TORU! "

" HEY HEY HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE! " I  yelled at Iwaizumi

" SHE DIFFERENT.. When she found out who I was she wasn't scared nor she didn't tell anyone. " I say defensively

" How do you know she isn't going to tell everyone she just met her forbidden enemy. "

" She asks to come over here to meet you guys.. If she were to tell, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't ask to see you guys.. " I looked at Iwa and he had a surprised look.

" Hmm, and are you going to bring her? " he questioned.

" Yes, I am !!  IN FACT TOMORROW NIGHT! "

" SHEEZ SHITTYKAWA WHAT ARE YOU GETTING YOURSELF INTO? You both can get killed.. "

" We will if we aren't careful.. So let's be careful. I can promise you that you will also like her. She has a different aura from others! "

Iwaizumi still had a concerned face.

" Fine, I trust you. Let's go now the prince will be coming soon. "

" LEAD THE WAY IWA-CHAN!! " I say happily.

When we got back to the palace, I saw Matsu and Maki.

Maki came up to me and ask

" So you see any cute chicks "

" Actually I  DID~, "  I say smirking at him

" OH OH OK I SEE YOU," Maki said

" You guys want to know something? " I say laughing

" She going to come here TOMORROW NIGHT!! "

" Wait WHAT?! " Maki and Matsu said in union.

" WELL I GOT TO GO, I have to go meet with the PRINCE~!! "

I began to walk to the conference room

I turn back to see Maki and Matsu in shock.

Hehe, can't wait for them to meet y/n!

Minutes later...

When I got to the conference room, I spot the price of Shiratorizawa sitting. Next to him was a guy with red hair as he wore purple armor.

" Ah Oikawa Toru pleasure to meet you," he says in a monotone voice.

" Hi, Wakatoshi Ushijima.. How long has it been huh? "

" Not That long," he says

There was an awkward silence in the room..

" Ok IM BORED ALREADY.. SO WHAT ARE WE HERE TO DISCUSS ABOUT ?!  " I say annoyed

" SHITTYKAWA CLAM DOWN WITH THE TONE"

" IWA your so mean.. "

" Sorry about his attitude," IWA said as he felt sorry for the two in the room.

" Ah DONT WORRY ABOUT IT ~ and By the way, I'm  Sa-to-RI Tendō!! " the guy in red hair says in a happy tone.

" Can we discuss what we need to discuss "  I looked over at Ushijima and Tendou?

" Ok, Well Oikawa we want to invite you to a party, but it's not the type of party your thinking. " Ushijima says.

" Ok go on I'm listening. "

" This party is a sorta peace treaty with the Karasuno, Fukrodani, and Nekoma Gods kingdoms.  Fukrodani and Us made an agreement we should push our differences aside and start working with each other as we did 30 years ago," he says

Suddenly Tendou cuts off Ushijima

" We are first inviting only the kingdoms so we can gradually start, but not many think this a good idea... I personally think it's an Awful idea due to the hate we get from the angels. I don't really like them either, they seem so stuck up for no Rea-"

" Tendou stop " Ushijima interrupts Tendou.

" So this why we came here wondering if you're will put your differences aside for a night, " Ushijima says as he looks at Oikawa.

I look at Iwa and he gave me a stare.. he was probably thinking " you Idiot already met an Angel so might as well go.. "

" Fine, I accept the offer! SO WHEN IS IT? "

" Tomorrow night. " Ushijima said

Oh no that's when I'm supposed to meet Y/N?! I wonder if she part of the kingdoms he said..

" Ok then ILL SEE YOU TOMORROW NIGHT.. "

As we came to a finish from our meeting Ushijima and Tendou left the place.

" So Shittykawa what are you going to do now? ARENT you supposed to meet up with y/n tomorrow night? " Iwa said confused.

" AND I WILL MEET HER.. I'll just show up late to the party it's not that important... You got my back, don't you?! " I looked at Iwa as he looked at me with a concerned face.

" FINE but don't be too late to the party or else people will start getting suspicious where you have gone to.  Also after the party, we can all meet her at the river of gold where the hidden path is.. " Iwa said

" SOUNDS FINE WITH ME ~ you will love her Iwa!! " I say happily.

Back to Y/N pov:

After I waved goodbye to Oikawa, I started to head back to the Guard station to meet up with Hinata and the others.

When I got to the guard station I saw Kageyama and Hinata debating as usual.

" HEY GUYS,"  I said

" OH y/n!! YOUR BACK " Hinata said happily

" Oh y/n? " Kageyama turned around to see me standing there.

" ITS BEEN A WHILE HUH! " I say chuckling

" Sorry I haven't had time to hang.. I have been busy with all the Guard duty. " Kageyama said as he gave me a sorry look.

" SHEEZ DON'T NEED TO BE ALL FORMAL WITH ME. " I rolled my eyes

" ANYWAYS DONT worry about yall want to go eat something? I only got about 45 minutes before the Prince of Nekoma comes. " I say as I looked over at the two boys standing there.

" IM DOWN," they both say in union

Later that day we had lunch soon before I knew it I had to head back to the Karasuno kingdom.

When I got back Suga was standing there waiting for me.

" YOUNG LADY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? " Suga said as he grabbed my wrist pulling me inside.

" I WAS BUSY, and anyways I got sidetracked. " I giggled

" Hmm? Well, the Prince of Nekoma is coming here anytime soon.. I forgot to mention he is here to discuss an important matter also.. " He said as he pulls me to the conference room.

" Ugh, we also need to discuss stuff.. I thought we were only going to meet him to see if he is a " suitable husband "...... "

" Well SORRY PRINCESS I FORGOT TO TELL YOU THAT PART! AND NOW SIT AS WE WAIT FOR THEM.. " Suga said as he pushes me down on a seat.

" yea whatever "

" and ALSO? Why do you seem so happy more than usual.. " Suga said lifting an eyebrow.

" What do you mean? "

" When I ask you where you been, you said " I gOt sIdE tRaCKeD. " BUT I NOTICED SOMETHING.. YOU WERE BLUSHING.. "

" SO WHO IS THE LUCKY BOY " Suga said eyeing me down.

" NO ONE " my cheeks began to heat up..

" YEA YEA if I were to believe you. Anyways shut up I think I hear the prince of Nekoma coming.. "

As we sat there we heard the door open. I see 2 boys walk in, one had blonde hair but it seems like his hair was grown out. The other had black bed hair and had a smirk on it.. The only thing they had matching was the Armor. It was black with red.

The two boys sat in front of us.

" And you must be Princess y/n! I'm Tetsurō Kuroo  "

" Oh, nice to meet you!! "

" And this right here is Prince Kenma Kozume! "

Prince? I thought Kuroo was the prince?

" Uh the pleasure is mine," I say as I gave a little bow.

" So before I and Suga leave you two alone, I need to discuss something with you. " " Ok?! So what's the matter? "

" Fukrodani has invited us and wants us to ask you if your will to go to a party tomorrow night.. BUT HERE IS THE CATCH, the party is actually to see if we can start a peace treaty with the other side.. "

" Wait a minute? Do you mean the monster/demon side? " I say in confusion.

" Yes! They want to see if we can actually fix the Pieces together and start living together.. Not many are fond of the idea. " Kuroo smirked

" But I need to ask you because we need all 3 kingdoms to say yes. "

I looked at Suga and I knew Suga was completely fine with it.

" Yea Why not? It wouldn't hurt meeting them! " I  looked at Kuroo.

At that moment it just hit me. I'M SUPPOSED TO MEET UP WITH OIKAWA TOMORROW NIGHT?? I IM NOT EVEN SURE IF HE IS PART OF THOSE KINGDOMS that have been invited to this. I'm going to have to tell Suga after this meeting, the truth so he can help me out..

Then my thoughts were cut off by Kuroo.

" Ok, then I'll be going now! I'll leave you and KENMA~ alone "

Kuroo and Suga got up and left me alone with the prince.

The boy with the cat eyes looked at me.

" I'm going to be straight up to you. I don't want to be her nor I'm interested in getting married anytime soon," he said in an annoyed voice.

" DAMN! I LIKE YOUR THINKING " I said as I looked at Kenma.

" Ok, so we have an agreement..  "

" 100% Kenma "

" But hey!! That doesn't mean we can't be friends " I looked at him.

" Yea true, " the cat boy said.

" Ok tell me something about yourself. "

" I like to play card games and I'm being forced to be here "

" Already knew the second part " I rolled my eyes.

" Anyways then how do you feel about the party. "

" I really don't care for it much, I don't understand why we can't get along with one another.. It's stupid. " Kenma said

Man I like this one

" Yeah same, let's see how it turns out tho " I looked at him with a smile.

And surprisingly he smiled back too.

After 20 minutes passed by of us discussing random things. Suga and Kuroo come back in.

" Alright, the party is overtime to take you away KENMA!! " Kuroo said as he grabbed Kenma by the collar.

I waved goodbye to them.

" We will meet again tomorrow night!  " I shouted as they walked further.

Now that it was me and Suga alone... I need to tell Suga about Oikawa.

" Suga remembers when you asked about who is the lucky boy.. about that," I said as I looked at the ground.

" I KNEW IT! WHO IS THIS? " Suga shouted.

" Um well, he is... A Prince on the other side.. "

" Did I hear that CORRECTLY?! "

" SHUT UP SUGA PEOPLE ARE GOING TO HEAR YOU "

" Uh sorry. BUT YOU JUST SAID, " A PRINCE " FROM THE OTHER SIDE?! " Suga looked at me in shock.

" Let me EXPLAIN?! "

After I told Suga about Oikawa and the plans of meeting him tomorrow night. Suga was really supportive about it..

" WELL DAMN OK MISS JULIET "  Suga grinned

" SO WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I DON'T KNOW IF HE WILL BE AT THE PARTY? " I said in distress.

" Ok first of all I say go meet him up and see if he is also invited to the party. I'll cover your back at the party, show up a little late if you have to.  " Suga said proudly

" Omg SUGA you the best! " Jumped as I gave him a hug.

" Ok ok now calm down, you need to get to bed because you have a date to see Romeo " Suga laughed.

" HE IS NOT MY DATE... We are just friends " I say as I rolled my eyes at Suga.

" Ok whatever.. " wE aRe jUsT frIenDs.. " My ass. "

" I'm never telling you anything again. "

" Yea sure you always say that. OK BUT REALLY GO TO BED... GOODNIGHT y/n. " Suga got up and head towards the door.

" Alright... GOODNIGHT SUGA! " I waved at him as he left the room. For some odd reason, I was really excited to meet him...

Oh boy, tomorrow is going to be something...

Chapter 5

#oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu fantasy au #haikyu x reader #fanfic #haikyuu x female reader #oikawa x female reader #oikawa angst

[aaronhart93]

text || aarotin

Discord text thread featuring: Aaron & @quentindelancret

When: January 22nd, early morning into early evening

Mentions: @romanbeckett @davieslandon

Description: Aaron and Quentin fight about Quentin’s drug addiction 

Trigger Warnings: addiction mentions, arguing

Quentin.

you okay baby?

I haven’t heard from you and I just wanted to check in. I love you

Aaron.

I love you too and miss you

Des has just been cranky all night.

Quentin.

oh man, I’m sorry baby. Is there anything I can do to help? I know it’s late but I can bring breakfast in the morning or anything you need

Aaron.

I think she's sick

i have to play the morning by ear. Depends on how she wakes up

Quentin.

okay baby. I hope she’s not sick though. Just let me know and I’ll help out any way that I can

Aaron.

thank you baby. I miss you

Quentin.

I miss you toooo

Aaron.

miss you more

Quentin.

Impossible. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I miss your scent

Aaron.

you have my hoodies. put one on babe

are you at home?

Quentin.

I already did

I am home. I’m supposed to go snuggle Romie but Delilah brought over drugs and now I’m too hyper for life lol

Aaron.

oooo yeah i was gonna ask you to go check on him...but it's okay

Quentin.

I will. I’m just trying to chill out for a minute. He’s gonna leave a key for me

Aaron.

I mean if you’re high...maybe just stay home

Quentin.

uhmm okay

Aaron.

i just dont want you leaving the house so late

Quentin.

I know

I’m sorry

Aaron.

i just....if you knew you were going to go over to his place to take care of him...why would you get high

Quentin.

I didn’t know exactly. He said he was gonna sleep but then he couldn’t, and Delilah was upset and I told her she could come over and talk. Then she had coke and I just... I’m sorry

please don’t be mad at me

Aaron.

im not mad im just

idk

feel some type of way about it

Quentin.

about the coke?

Aaron.

not necessarily. the fact that our partner is sick....you knew i had des tonight so couldn't go over there...i guess i just figured you'd be a little more responsible

it's okay...i dont want you to be worrying about these things anyway

ill take care of both of you.

Quentin.

I can be responsible Aaron. I thought he was gonna sleep. I’m still gonna go over there and take care of him. You both come before anything else for me and I’m sorry I misstepped. But I’m not gonna just leave him hanging.

Aaron.

even if he fell asleep and woke up and needed something...seriously though. i want you to have fun and live your life, im sorry i brought it up

Quentin.

Aaron.. stop it. What is going on with you? I’m fine. I can go over there right now. But you seem... on edge. Are you okay?

I wanna have fun and live my life with you and Roman. I fucked up okay? But I feel like there is something else nothing you

Aaron.

i fought with Landon the other day

Des might be sick

work sucked today and im stressed about Ro

im sorry

Quentin.

baby, I’m sorry. I know the whole Landon situation sucks. I wish I could fix it for you. I know I made things shittier before but I don’t wanna do that. I wanna be here for you. I can come see you after I check on Roman? Help you with Des and give you a massage. I’m worried about you

I’m coming. I won’t take no for an answer. I’m gonna give you a massage and get you in bed. Then I’ll go see Romie. I wanna be there for you both

Aaron.

Quentin, I love you. and thank you....I don't know how to tell you this but...I don't want you around Des if you've been using tonight.

Quentin.

Aaron.

Fine, I’m not gonna argue with you. See you tomorrow then?

Aaron.

yeah

Quentin.

okay

I’m sorry

Aaron.

im not mad

Quentin.

It’s okay. I understand.

I love you

Aaron.

dont be upset

Quentin.

of course I’m upset. I want to be there for you and I can’t

Aaron.

im okay, Q.

Quentin.

that’s not the point

I’m sorry I fucked up. I know you don’t want an addict around Des and that’s my fault

Aaron.

you're sick, i can help you

Quentin.

I’m sick?

Aaron.

addiction...its a diseae

disease

Quentin.

wow, Aaron.

yeah, I don’t wanna talk about this right now

Aaron.

you...brought it up...

Quentin.

yeah, I know. I guess I just didn’t really think you would agree with me

Aaron.

that i dont want someone on drugs around Des? Quentin...

you are making this into something it isnt

Quentin.

no, that you think I’m sick and need help.

I understand you not wanting me around Des. But it’s not like I’d ever hurt her

Aaron.

i know you would never and I'd never keep her from you

just sober up...and we'll talk in the morning i guess

Quentin.

I don’t even know what to say

I’m just sorry I’ve been such a burden.

yeah, we will talk tomorrow

Aaron.

back up

you're not a burden

Quentin, stop making things up in your head

Quentin.

I feel like I have been.

I don’t wanna add any more stress for you

Aaron.

Quentin, listen to me.

i cannot live without you.

Okay?

Quentin.

okay.

I’m just sorry

Aaron.

dont be. im sorry i was harsh

Quentin.

it’s fine.

I love you

Aaron.

i love you too. bring me breakfast in the morning??

Quentin.

of course. Let me know if you need any cough medicine or anything when Des gets up

Aaron.

thank you, my love

goodnight

Quentin.

anytime. Goodnight baby

early evening...

Quentin.

I’m sorry about last night

I’m trying to do better

Aaron.

it was my fault. Don’t worry about it

Quentin.

it wasn’t your fault. You told me how it is and I’ll fix it

Aaron.

okay

Quentin.

good talk

Aaron.

well do you wanna keep talking about it

Quentin.

Nope, I really don’t.

Aaron.

I don’t know what else to say because I don’t either

Quentin.

I’ll just leave you alone

Aaron.

or like we could talk about literally anything else

I missed you today, okay?

Quentin.

yeah, I missed you too

Aaron.

like a lot

I pulled Des from school and had a day with her

it was nice

Quentin.

that sounds fun

Aaron.

it was

Quentin.

I’ll let you get back to it then

Aaron.

oh okay

I love you

Quentin.

you too

Aaron.

Quentin

I’m sorry okay?

Quentin.

it’s fine. I’m really just moody today.

I’m trying to stay away from the happy pills ya know?

Aaron.

I don’t want you to do something that you’re not ready for. If you aren’t ready to stay off of them, then it’s okay

Quentin.

the thing is Aaron, I’m never gonna be ready. I take molly literally every day. Most times people can’t even tell it’s that bad.  But I know it bothers you and Roman and I’m done

Aaron.

that’s brave

and makes me happy. That’s one of the reasons i know you love me

Quentin.

of course I love you

Aaron.

I know

Quentin.

I’m just so sick of disappointing you

Aaron.

I’m not going anywhere okay?

Quentin.

yeah

Aaron.

I’m serious

Quentin.

okay

Aaron.

are you mad at me

Quentin.

no I’m not mad. I just don’t feel like we’re as close as we used to be

Aaron.

because of an argument?

Quentin.

No not because of an argument Aaron

because you just seem distant all the time

Aaron.

I...

im sorry. It’s not on purpose

Quentin.

it’s fine

Aaron.

how can I be better

Quentin.

I’m just gonna take a few days to myself

Aaron.

oh okay

Quentin.

I don’t want to make anything worse by staying here

I get so all over the place with my emotions and without drugs I’m scared of what I might say or do

Aaron.

maybe tell your doctor? For medicine?

Quentin.

I don’t have a doctor

and I don’t want one honestly

they just make me relive shit I don’t want to and that isn’t gonna help anything

Aaron.

I can get you into a primary care doctor with no issue

not a therapist. Just a regular doctor

Quentin. What have I done wrong? It’s obviously something

Quentin.

you didn’t do anything. It’s just me.

Aaron.

tell me how I can help

Quentin.

my expectations and my delusions of how I thought things would be. It’s fine, I’ll handle it, I’ll make it better

Aaron.

how did you think things would be?

Quentin.

different

Aaron.

well what can we do better baby

I will do anything for you

Quentin.

it’s not you. I’m pretty sure it’s all me

ya know.. how I get in my head and shit

Aaron.

what can I do for you when you get in your head

to help

Quentin.

I don’t know. You can’t fix me. It doesn’t work like that

I’m just, I’m tired.

Aaron.

well now I’m scared

Quentin.

of what?

don’t be scared Aaron. I love you. I just, I can’t see you right now. But soon.. okay?

two days. That’s it.

Aaron.

where are you going

why can’t you see me

Quentin.

I’m just gonna go see my brother I think. Maybe fix things with him.

I can’t see you because I know if I do I’ll change my mind about taking some time away

but it’s okay, I wanna see you. Come see me

Aaron.

alright I’m coming

Quentin.

good. I love you

Aaron.

I love you so fucking much

Quentin.

the feeling is very mutual baby

I promise it’s gonna be okay. Alright? I just need to get my head right

Aaron.

okay

Quentin.

and it’s not your fault.

Aaron.

Idk

Quentin.

its me, I swear it’s me. That sounds cliche but it really is. I’m gonna fix it

I mean, honestly. All I can think about right now is how I wanna jump on you when I see you and never let go. But I need to stop being so closed off. I know that just makes you closed off and then I blame you. But it’s not you. You just .. you have this effect on me that really scares the shit out of me

Aaron.

is that effect a bad thing?

Quentin.

uhmmm

I don’t know. Is it?

Aaron.

I don’t know. Is it a good scare or bad scare

Quentin.

both

Aaron.

how do I scare you?

Quentin.

It’s like... you’re so out of my league and I don’t wanna do or say anything to make you leave. I’m like, I’m a lot, and I know I can be. It just scares me that makes I’m too much sometimes

Aaron.

I am not out of your league.

you are 1 of 2 of the hottest men in Kingsboro and I have both of them lol

Quentin.

you are totally out of my league. You’re like, God, I can’t even put you into words. Then there’s me. Partying, acting crazy, doing stupid shit. Idk. It’s like I’m an embarrassment next to you. But I mean, if I’m that hot I must not be so bad lol

you’re also like.. so hot! I can’t breathe lol

#text #text: quentin #discord #quentin

[iwritesickfic]

boy who cried flu

(yes I am aware of how stupid this title is leave me alone)

Peter rarely - if ever - got sick. Nobody who didn’t know him well would believe it though - he had a long track record of absences and missed assignments, despite being a 3.9 GPA student. He’s flaked from social events and parties countless times, always citing he’s not “feeling well.” It’s not technically a lie, though he does lie sometimes. 

People understand physical illness - they know what it feels like to be stuck in bed with a bad cold - but mental illness? Not so much. So...he bends the truth. A professor won’t be very forgiving if you say you spent all weekend in bed because you couldn’t find the motivation to move, but say you had a bad cough? No one bats an eye.

So most people assume Peter has an awful immune system. That or he’s just a pussy who won’t leave the house with so much as a sore throat. Everyone except a select few - Simon, Ashlynn, and Alex. 

Simon’d been his friend since undergrad, and they’d been roommates for a time, so he knows exactly what Peter means when he says he “doesn’t feel well.” Ashlynn is the type to show up unannounced with a quart of homemade soup. And Alex...Alex was there when things had gotten out of hand. 

But just because they knew he was lying when he said he was sick didn’t mean he stopped using it as an excuse. Ashlynn, despite herself, would usually not question it. Simon wouldn’t think twice about the lie, almost taking it as a direct confession. Alex would usually get pissed off and demand some kind of proof.

They were supposed to go to the beach tomorrow - get up early and take the train together to rockaway. But somehow, for the first time in years, Peter has something more than some congestion. Something way more.

It started a few days ago, a runny nose and swollen sinuses. He slept like shit, and the next morning his throat was raw and he absolutely could not breathe through his nose. But he had class, so he took the train in and sat in his lecture and tried to keep his sniffling to a minimum. By the time he was headed home, he’d long since run out of clean tissues, so he tends to his nose with a damp scrap of napkin he found buried in his bag, his nostrils red and irritated from the abuse. 

By the time he gets home, his congestion has gone from a clogged, static brick in his head to leaky, runny mess, but he’s well aware he can’t take a day off from work on his thesis, so he sits in bed working until 2 AM, one hand wiping the mess from his upper lip, the other scribbling notes in his worn out pad. 

He wakes the next morning not sure when he fell asleep, his head pounding heavily behind his eyes, sinuses throbbing and inflamed. His throat feels swollen and hot, and the relentless sneezing that started the night before isn’t helping any. The two days prior, everything seemed to be concentrated in his head, but now it’s clear it’s migrating into his chest as well. Halfway through his day at work in the library, he starts to cough, wet and harsh. 

It doesn’t help that his body aches like he ran a marathon, and chills are coursing through him like ice water in his veins. By the end of the day he can’t wait to finally sit down and rest. His body’s been screaming for it since the moment he got out of bed, and all day shelving books has really taken its toll.

Unfortunately, he’s got an hour long commute and lucky for him, it’s standing room only. He grips the subway pole like a lifeline, his head spins every time the train rocks. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the darkened window - he looks awful. Bags like bruises under his eyes that are rimmed in pink and half lidded, his nose irritated and red. A coughing fit tears through him, and he tries his best to catch it in his sleeve. His knees start to tremble as he tries to take deep breaths, and he’s startled when someone taps him on the shoulder.

“You wanna sit?” the woman asks, and it takes him a minute to realize she’s offering her seat. Normally, he’d suck it up, but he’s too miserable to refuse. He mumbles a thanks, and sinks down.

It takes all his self control not to fall asleep then and there.

By the time he’s back at his building, he’s seriously doubting he can climb four flights to get to the apartment. Part of him would rather just lay down in the lobby but he knows this is the final stretch before he can climb into bed and sleep.

He’s interrupted by several fits of coughs, and by the time he’s reached the fourth floor he’s practically gasping for air, and soaked in sweat. The chills he had all day have swapped with an oppressive heat that makes him feel almost lightheaded. 

Somehow, he’s quite sure, he manages to stumble to bed, stripping off his damp clothes, the cool air on his slick skin throwing him back into shaking chills. Just as he’s about to let himself be sucked into sleep, his eyes fly open. Tomorrow. 6 AM. He’s supposed to go to the beach. There is no fucking way he is going to the beach.

He texts their group chat with trembling fingers.

hey im real sick i cant go tomorrow

There’s an immediate reply from Alex.

don’t fuckin do this man. we’re going.

A text from Simon.

you’ll feel better if you leave the house, you always do.

He sighs, cursing himself for using this shitty excuse so much now no one will take him seriously.

im serious i feel like trash

Alex answers immediately.

PETER. youre not sick youre being a pussy. we’re going to the fucking beach and we’re having a good time.

Simon responds.

chill alex.

if youre depressed thats fine but maybe consider coming still it might help.

i mean i’d feel better if you came

Peter groans.

im sick. like sick sick. like flu sick.

Alex shoots back quickly.

ok then what are your symptoms?

Peter rubs his eyes, trying to relieve some of the throbbing. 

fever, chills, aches, cough, runny nose, headache, tired.

There’s a moment of silence and he places his phone on his bedside table with a sigh. He’s about to go under when his phone starts to buzz. Once. Twice. Three times. He swears, grabbing it. Three texts from Alex. The first is a screenshot of the symptom list that appears when you google “flu” which just happens to be in identical order.

you need to be more creative

seriously man im not letting you miss this. we planned this months ago. dont be a dick.

Finally, Ashlynn chimes in.

you dont need to lie p, its ok if you dont wanna come.

While Peter would like to further argue that he’s not in fact lying, he just doesn’t have the energy. At this point, it doesn’t matter what they think. He’s not going - who gives a shit why? He’s able to fall asleep almost immediately, but unfortunately, he doesn’t really stay asleep.

He wakes up about every 45 minutes, coughing or shivering or burning or all three. After his fourth or fifth jolt awake he can’t for the life of him seem to get any rest. Every time he’s about to drift off, another coughing fit explodes from his chest and leaves him trembling. He’s hot, but he’s not sweating, which he realizes vaguely must mean he’s dehydrated. As the night wears on and his condition continues to worsen, he wonders if he should call an uber to take him to the ER. He can’t afford it, not in the slightest, but he’s not sure he’s ever felt this terrible before. Somehow, he remembers there’s an old thermometer in the kitchen. An old roommate had bought it thinking it would work for deep frying but didn’t realize the range only spanned from 95 to 107.

He needs to take his temperature. See how serious this actually is. He can’t remember the last time he actually ran a fever, so he’s not sure if this is just par for the course or whether this level of misery is cause for alarm.

He stumbles into the kitchen, and for once he’s glad to live in such a god-awfully tiny studio. He lands heavily against the counter, and rummages through the drawer to find the small device. After what feels like an eternity, he manages to grab it with shaking hands, fumbling with the buttons for a moment before flipping on the small kitchen light. 

He sticks it under his tongue, it feels like ice. He tries to coach himself on what he’s going to do. If it’s over 100, he’ll go to the hospital. No, that’s too low. 102?Still maybe too ambitious of a goal. It’s then he realizes he’s really just trying to justify what he’s going to do anyway - save himself an ER bill and stay in bed. He’s jerked out of his thoughts when the small device beeps and he removes it carefully from under his tongue. 

The display flashes 103.2. He doesn’t really know what that means but after a quick google search it’s not exactly any clearer. It’s bad, but not bad enough to cause brain damage, supposedly. Fuck it, that’s good enough for him. He climbs shakily back into bed, the small excursion has left him absolutely exhausted. 

He needs medicine. He knows that. Some tylenol at the very least, but if he can barely walk to the kitchen he doesn’t know how in hell he’s getting out the door, down the stairs, to the pharmacy, and back again. So, he’ll just have to live with it. 

He spends the rest of the night in and out of half-sleep, each coughing fit seeming to drive the illness deeper into his lungs. His nose has started to run again, and each rub with the already-used tissue makes his poor sensitive nostrils burn in protest.

The next morning he wakes to the harsh, deafening drone of his apartment’s buzzer system. He cracks his eyes and checks the time. 6:42 AM. Whoever the fuck it is can wait, he’d like to suffer in peace. Still, as he tries to slip back into the sleep the buzzer continues to go off and after about five minutes, he sits up in bed, fighting the wave of dizziness that washes over him. He stumbles to the keypad and presses the button that opens the lobby door, and the buzzing finally - mercifully - ceases. 

He grabs a t shirt from a pile on the floor and pulls on a pair of boxers - he doesn’t know if he’d be able to stand anything more with the way his fever is raging. He sits on the edge of his bed, trying to catch his breath, quickly breaking down into another awful fit of coughs. Just as he’s finished, he hears a heavy knock on the door. Sighing, he forces himself up, padding slowly over to the door, trying not to aggravate the dizziness any further. He pulls open the door and is confused to see not an overzealous delivery person, but his three friends. 

He stares dumbly for a moment before a breath catches in his throat and he breaks into thick, wet coughs. He sniffles, wiping his nose with his wrist, before looking back up at them.

“What?” he mumbles, and there’s an awkward silence. 

“Shit,” Alex finally says and Peter sniffles.

“What do you want?” he repeats, surprised at the hoarse, broken quality of his voice. Does he really sound that bad? Ashlynn pushes forward, wrapping him in a tight hug. She’s short, so her face is pressed into his chest, and he stumbles back slightly.

“Oh Peter,” she whispers, and he swallows, closing his eyes. She pulls away, and he has to force them open again. She she presses a hand to his forehead. Her palm feels cool but uncomfortable against his oversensitive skin. “You’re burning up.”

“I know,” he murmurs, wishing the conversation could be over so he can go lie down and not have to explain himself to his friends. He sighs, and narrowly avoids another coughing fit. “Are you gonna come in or you just all gonna stand there?” They exchange looks. “Well?”

Ashlynn pushes past him, followed by Simon and finally Alex. Peter shuts the door and tries his best not to look as fucked up as he feels walking to sit in one of his kitchen chairs. 

“What do ya’ll want?” he asks Simon and Alex, Ashlynn already digging through the medicine cabinet.

“We don’t want anything we were just concerned,” Simon says.

“Then why do you look so fucking shocked?” Peter snaps, even though he knows Simon is only telling the truth.

“Because I was 100% sure you were bullshitting,” Alex says. Peter is far too tired to get into a verbal sparring match with Alex, but he tries halfheartedly anyway.

“Still sure?” before Alex can reply Ashlynn is back with a damp washcloth and the thermometer he’d used the night before. She lays the cloth on the back of his neck, and he can’t help the small whine that escapes. 

“Open,” she says, and he does. She places the thermometer under his tongue gingerly, and strokes some of his hair off his forehead. “You don’t have anything? For this?” Peter shakes his head. She presses her lips into a line. “Simon and me are gonna go out and grab some stuff, ok?”

“That’s not necessary.” His voice is almost slurred with the fever, and as if on cue the thermometer beeps. Ashlynn frowns at the reading. She shakes her head.

“Christ, Peter.” She touches his forehead again, this time with the back of her hand. “103.6 and it’s not necessary?”

“I don’wanna be lectured.”

“I’m not lecturing.” She spends another moment fussing with his hair before getting up, grabbing Simon. “We’re going to get some stuff, we’ll be back. Alex, make sure he doesn’t die, ok?” It’s clear Alex is about to protest, but Ashlynn levels him with a glare. They leave, and then it’s just Peter and Alex.

Alex stands by the door, hands in his pockets. It’s a while before either of them speaks.

“What was I supposed to think?” he finally says, and Peter tries to swallow his anger.

“I don’t know, man.” He runs a hand through his greasy, sweat damp hair. He starts to shiver again, wrapping his arms around his torso. Alex takes a careful step forward.

“You get why I wouldn’t believe you, right?”

“Yes, Alex.” The chills are now back in full force, he’s sure he must be shaking like a leaf. He wants nothing more than this conversation to be over, but Alex doesn’t seem to be getting to message.

“You never get sick. Ever. So what am I-”

“I get it. It’s fine. Just...stop talking. Please.” He’s shaking so bad he can feel his teeth chattering. He pulls his knees to his chest. He closes his eyes, praying something - anything - will warm him up. He hears footsteps and fumbling, then feels a dry, warm blanket being tucked around his shoulders. He looks up, and Alex is standing there, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Do you wanna lay down or something?” The thought of climbing back into his sweat damp sheets makes him cringe, so he shakes his head. “Why not?”

“S’gross, I sweat a ton.” 

Alex nods.

“Right. What about the couch? You can lay on the couch and I can do your laundry.” 

Getting horizontal sounds heavenly, so he nods, and Alex touches his shoulder, quickly pulling his hand back.

“What the fuck - dude, you’re like...on fire. Shit.” He tests the side of his neck and winces. “Fuck.”

“Can you just help me?” Peter is embarrassed at how small and sick his voice sounds, and the fact he’s asking Alex of all people for help, but he knows if he tries to do it on his own he’s going to fall and crack his skull.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He wraps an arm around Peter’s waist, and supports him the few feet to the couch. It’s not very far but his knees go weak about halfway there and he’s glad Alex is holding him. As soon as he gets onto the couch, he curls on his side and closes his eyes. “You’re ok?” Peter nods, and Alex pats his shoulder awkwardly. “Ok. Cool. Just...stay there, I guess.” Peter can hear him starting to strip the bed.

“I was maybe gonna go for a run,” he mumbles, and Alex laughs softly. 

“Definitely. Then I’ll enroll at NYU for my bachelor’s.”

“You’re just jealous you don’t have all my debt.”

“You’re right. I’ve been trying to rack up some credit card bills but so far no luck.”

Peter opens his eyes to see Alex with the bundle of sheets in his arms and the bottle of detergent. He pauses for a second, shifting from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and Peter swallows hard.

“I know man, it’s ok.” Alex smirks.

“Alright. Don’t die while I’m gone.”

#sickfic #oc fic #sick fic #sickfics #illness kink #snz #snz kink #fever #my writing #oc peter #oc alex #oc ashlynn #oc simon #this is probably part one lets be honest

[sachiwrites]

do i like bread?? on god gonna bake some brioche tomorrow watch me! anyways 👀 who are your fav HQ bois to write for? (if Atsumu happens to be one of them hello yes I’d like a 17. Kiss to hide from the bad guys please)

ahhhh, that sounds so good. raisins bread, melon bread, banana bread. i love all the breads. hope your brioche turned out great!

sakusa was really the first one i really get into but im always a sucker for the underappreciated bbs so send any and ill shoot my shot.

it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you in the slightest. your former high school classmate seemed to have an irksome personality that managed to rub anyone the wrong way. in school, he’d been more respected as essential player on the team and by the time people noticed it was an issue, he was already a third year and ready for graduation. now as a university student, the totem rankings have reset and not particularly always in atsumu’s favor.

the fact that you’d even been accepted into the same school felt more like a curse than a blessing. stacking on the unfortunate luck of hanging in the same circle of friends. in a way you supposed it had its benefits. like having front row seats to the blonde setter finally getting what’s coming for him.

you’d noticed him lingering near one girl all night. friendly proximity lessening by the hour as more alcohol were introduced into the situation. honestly you couldn’t blame the girl, the giggly flush so familiar that it caused an ache in a part of your body that you chose willingly to ignore. despite his ugly personality, there was no denying that atsumu was an attractive guy.

it was a shame that his pretty face was about to get a very aggressive makeover.

the crowds almost parted willingly as star of the men’s basketball-team, and conviently the boyfriend of the said girl trapped under atsumu’s spell. from under the rim of your cup, you couldn’t help but smile because finally, just maybe atsumu would get some sense knocked in him.

but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, even noticeable from a cross the room as he seemed to come to terms with his impending doom. it didn’t, however, seem to deter him from brushing a kiss over the back of the girl’s hand before he managed to disappear into the crowds. a disappointed sigh escaped your lips as the fuming male made it to the scene only a moment too late, his frustration now directed towards his girlfriend. not the kind of drama you were interested in, you decided as you backed towards the kitchen for a refill.

this would be the last one, you promised yourself. most of your invited friends had decided to call the night quits a little over an hour ago. you weren’t sure what urged you to linger a bit longer. you had no intention on bringing anyone home but a good night out seemed too infrequent to waste.

twisting your wrist, the clink of ice against the side of the cup served as a brief distraction from your thoughts.

-and subquentally you from the figure approaching your from behind.

“ah, so alone? that’s no way to party.”

suddenly you mood all but soured, your fresh drink already feeling stale in your hands as you rose your gaze to meet atsumu’s. his grin was as wide as ever, no less winded by his unexpected escape. which didn’t feel like much of one at all given how close he still was to the scene of the crime.

against your will, you eyes flicked back to the corner once occupied by himself in the girl, finding not even the so called boyfriend present. maybe they’d called it a night?

“so rude. i figured it was just class that you wanted to ignore me in. now my feelings are hurt.”

rolling your eyes, you set your drink down and turned to fully face the pouting man. “hardly, i was just planning on leaving actually. it’s late.”

you were outnumbered and one cup was already too much alcohol in your system to be hanging out with miya atsumu alone. while your stance wasn’t swayed, you couldn’t say the same for your resolve if he continued to stand so close. subconsciously, you already counted seven times that your gaze had dropped to his lips. even three years later, apparently past crushes still made them look so inviting.

whether he picked up on your obvious dilemma or innately just that confident in his own ability, his usual smile adopted a new curl that didn’t sit quite right with you. the said smile, however, had a short lifespan as his attention flickered behind you and dropped all together. instinct taught you that if someone like atsumu was tense in a situation that you likely should have fled a long time ago.

the ideology only becoming immedialty more true as the said man quickly encroach on your space with an unreadable expression. you’re thankful for your forethought to set down your drink prior, freeing up your hands to push against his chest before it could meet your own.

“w-what are you doing? back off miya.” without his brother around, you could comfortably use his surename without sounding too familiar.

there was a clench in his jaw as attention remained behind you instead, almost as if he’d planned to step over you the whole time and you’d just been in the way. had he not initially greeted you, it would have felt too much like your high school experiences. but you were older now, aged out of a futile crush.

strengthening your voice, you gave him a firm shove that didn’t nothing whatsoever in your favor. “im serious, back off.” touching him served to be your second mistake of the night as his fingers curled around your offered wrist and pulled it behind his head.

grasping wildly, your managed to snag the short of his hair in retaliation. the hiss he gave in return was well earned. “what the hell are you doing?” quickly losing patience, you slapped at his chest with your free hand. “atsumu! if you don’t-“

you hadn’t been a wallflower in your coming of age, but you hadn’t particularly stood out among your peers. your close group of friends being all you needed to survive three years of high school. they were enough, allowing you to gain all the social skills needed for any situation in life. or so you thought.

nothing prepared you for sudden pressure of lips against yours. miya atsumu was relentless as he licked firmly into your mouth, opening you up for his onslaught of experienced tongue. the sudden shift tilted your world upside down, giving him more than enough pliancy to mold your mouth how he wanted. too bad it made more for a hostage situation with your comically wide eyes. you could easily see the confusion reflected in atsumu’s as he grimaced.

yet rather than be deterred, he only closed his eyes to you completely and pulled you closer. you would blame how easily you kissed him back on the alcohol later as you went slack in his hold. he’s kissing you like he’d been doing so for months, like his lips belonged slanted against your own. it was almost too overwhelming to keep up with. yet feeling so right as you slowly matched his rhythm.

then reality bled into the fantasy.

you weren’t sure how long the figures at your back had been standing there, the harsh words jarring your consciousness as if they’d just appeared out of thin air. rather than letting you investigate, atsumu kept you close, unrelenting as his swept you into another series of kisses.

“you sure that’s him?”

“i think id know that asshole that was all up on my girlfriend, asshole.”

“ just saying, man, looks like he’s got one of his own.”

“forget it. let’s go.”

it’s not the voice that’s familiar, rather the context as a particular scene become too vivid all too quickly. the disruption drawing you away from the kiss with more strength than you’d had at the beginning. that had been the basketball player (i.e the boyfriend of the girl atsumu had just had charmed in the corner of the room. you’d just been used, as a distraction to avoid conflict. suddenly the kiss tastes more bitter than sweet.

an overwhelming wave of conflicting emotions was enough to dam your tears as you rounded on the newly relaxed male. however, the easy going expression sharpens in time to catch your errant palm. miya atsumu looks down at you with all the arrogance of a man that had yet to learn his lesson. and you weren’t sure if you were qualified to teach it. the choice taken from you as he restricted the control of your hand by intertwining his fingers.

dark eyes, viscous like honey, peered over your joined hands pressed against his lips.

“so girlfriend, why don’t i walk you home now? this party is getting a bit old.”

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #queued bread is not stale

[vent-inside-bitch-outside]

pain.

the game no longer updates, there was no new content. I will be compiling additional instances of this sort of thing. not sure why i feel so compelled to do this, to see other people feeling what i feel i guess? A decaying forum for a dead game with a gaggle of lonely people babbling about fictional animal people, feeling the exact same way i felt.

something about the phrase “vile reality” really resonates with me. Perhaps what’s happening is that i leaned too hard into the escapism and i dont wanna face reality again.

its a niche community admittedly but still. I kinda hate myself for immersing myself into this whole thing.

somebody had a similar experience with a different character. im not sure what i want to gain from this. A sequel? that’d have different characters. More story to the character i like? more story would still end eventually. I feel as though my reservations in posting this is this is where i go to complain abt things i cant complain abt to anyone else and also where i share my deepest feelings? but i also can’t help but imagine some unseen 3rd party in the future reading this and judging me, even if they dont know me. Maybe they send it to their friends: “guys haha look at this weirdo i found on the internet.” That’s probably my inner critic manifesting itself as like, other people in my own imagination or some such shit like that. I suppose if i reword this i could discuss it with my therapist tomorrow. you know, minus the furry sex game stuff. I need to stop playing this game so goddamned late at night. but like FUCK i will never have what video game protag i controlled had. will I? no, i wont, because it was a dating sim. A work of fiction. i could never even hope for a facsimile of what was presented in that game. also i just got like a weird brush of deja vu and im just noting that to expel it from my system but like. I hope if any unrelated party is reading this they can at least understand my melancholy attitude, I’ve been fed an idealized version of what love is like, which ends immediately after the relationship is established beyond the “dating” phase mind you. What’s the pay off?  a sex scene. That’s it. I want intimacy, i want that connectedness, but im equally repulsed by the notion of opening myself up like that to another person. I hate myself in too many little ways to ever pursue that kind of love portrayed in that game. I find myself unattractive, my depression induced poor habits repulsive, and i think that my real genuine self is unlovable. its difficult for me. I had it for a moment, it was in my grasp. Even if it was fake i fucking felt something man. what’s gotten into me that i’m rambling so god damned much on this page lately? at any rate it helps me sort out my damn feelings to ramble like this. Another reason i hate myself: this isnt like the romanticized mental illness this like, the weird and unlikable mental illness that i am displaying here. If im afraid to be open about this on a blog by and for myself, how could i ever open myself up to another person?