#and then be irritated that volume 2 isnt out yet

[antiphrastic]

I've been trying for half a year, but i cant make myself care about any of the svsss extras after Bamboo Branch Poem. I hereby grant myaelf permission to shelve the book, and move on to something new.

[simpingforsoftboys]

Haikyuu as Things Me & My Friend Groups Do In Roblox

!NOT RDR INSERT!

Atsumu (+ Osamu)

Atsumu has been obsessed with Dance Off for god knows how long and gets pissed off when people refuse to follow the theme

Don’t even get him started on when people team and vote for their friends- regardless if they fit the theme or not

Mofo will convince Osamu to play with him and have them on the same team- wearing matching outfits and shit

Literally goes “ok third dance on the right in 1 2 3-“ and will get angry if Samu messes up and makes his character dance out of sync

Suna + Miya Twins

Murder Mystery Hardcore and Flee the Facility are their go to

Tsumu gets real invested in the game and will be lowkey hurt if either of them kill him

“Tf Samu what kinda brother are ya-“

Osamu doesnt gaf and has gotten real good at sneaking glances at Atsumu’s screen

In MM, Suna deliberately points fingers at random innocent players, claiming they’re the murderer- and laughs when the sheriff shoots them

Suna’s also the type to have all the hidden rooms locations memorized and will camp out there if he’s feeling lazy

It doesn’t matter if Osamu is murderer or sheriff, he’ll still target Atsumu

In Flee The Facility Suna and Osamu will team up and follow Atsumu around and sabatoge all the computers he hacks

They also team with the beast and stand and watch Atsumu when he’s captured- taunting him

Atsumu gets so mad and it’s hilarious

“STOP CAMPIN YOU TEAMERS &$&?!&”

Suna never saves anyone when they get captured- even Osamu

But he’ll be upset if no ones rescues him

“Hurry up and rescue me- I am literally dying wtf.”

His voice doesn’t really rise in volume but it will change to a higher pitch out of irritation

Suna is very quiet when he plays and will mute his mic

When he’s not feeling serious about playing he’ll go run up to the beast and juke em and stuff for lolz

When he’s beast he’ll camp the computers/survivors

Osamu is that one player who will either be a saint and save everyone or refuses to help anyone

It really just depends on who he’s playing with

He’s the type to get pissed off when the last survivor waits by the open exit in order to irritate the beast

Spams chat to urge them to hurry up

Never types in caps but makes lowercase look threatening

He’s the kinda beast that will actually play fair and go after the remaining survivors once he captures one

Atsumu is that one lvl 30 something player but still manages to play like a total noob

Messes up when hacking the computers cuz he gets distracted then blames it on his internet lagging

Osamu calls him out for lying

“Yer such a liar tsumu my internet aint laggin yer just shit at this.”

Also the type of player to forget his volume is maxed out and gets scared when he hears the beast music

The last survivor that Osamu hates- and stands in front of the door way to taunt the beast

Atsumu hates being beast and will immediately leave the game if he is beast- much to Osamu’s chargin

Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma, Akaashi

Kenma convinces them to play the roblox version of Paranormica (ghost hunting game)

Bokuto always has to carry the lantern because for some reason the game always decides that the ghosts hate him- and only him

Bo also carries the spirit book, because it doesn’t need to be equipped to be used

If he see’s ANY writing he will straight up drop the thing and run over to kuroo, telling him to “forget the box and bring the bird” (Kuroo has to carry the bird and the spirit box)

If the bird dies Kuroo starts whisper screaming “oh fuck no not today satan” and will run out of the place back to the van asap

Bokuto panics too and will run after him, telling Akaashi to run and leaving Kenma in the place without light (hopefully the fuse hasnt blown out by then)

Since he has the spirit box, Kuroo is also the first to be sacrificed once the ouija board starts saying some weird shit

This dummy thought angering the ghost further (by saying its name) was a good idea and will get himself killed

Kenma is me basically

He’ll carry the nightvision cam and emf reader and will periodically alternate between the two

Once he see’s something sus though he’s all like “time for a tactical retreat” and will run outside w/out telling anyone else

Every man for himself

It dont matter if the ghost isnt aggro yet- he aint takin any chances

Can be heard quietly debating with himself about what type the ghost is- even if he only has 1/3 clues

Akaashi usually sticks with Kenma- sorry Bo but kaashi dont f with ghosts, not even for you

He has the fuse and a crucifix- his job is to be Kenma’s support

He occasionally weighs in on the ghost type debate

Tbh he hates this game with a passion- it never fails to give him anxiety

Oikawa & Hanamaki

These two play Fashion Famous together

Iwa and Mattsun totally make fun of them for it

Oikawa takes this game way too seriously

Will follow the theme to a T and bought all the game passes 💀

Makki doesn’t have robux so he has to stick to the free sections

If he’s feeling like a troll he’ll follow Oikawa around and wear a similar outfit and everything to irritate him

Kawa is not happy and insults him in chat- other players report him for bullying and he gets banned for a few days

Seijoh 4

These guys play Bloxburg together 💯

They have their own roblox group so thats how Makki got the 25 robux needed to play

Again Oikawa has all the game passes

He, Mattsun, and Makki all spend their time building a giant castle with secret underground entryways that lead to hidden prisons

They like to rp (roleplay) and kidnap unsuspecting players

Mattsun and Makki built a strip club together

Iwaizumi is the money maker and is always working aha (either at the grocery store as a cashier or pizza delivery guy)

The three idiots roleplay dramatically in the chat for attention 💀

Iwa’s so over their shit

Okay I spent an hour listing these while simultaneously watching The Good Doctor (and there’s poly representation in the new season omfg I love it!) while taking a break from my homework- now I gtg get started again bye.

[stardancerluv]

Being a Good Friend

Part Twenty Two

Summary: Alex and reader’s life after Scotland.

Note: Broke some major canon with this...but left it open for more. Please don’t kill/hate me!

6 Months Later

The sun was brilliant in the clear blue sky; under the blanket the sand felt warm. You sighed happily as you looked down at Alex, he had dozed off contently beside you. It was a beautiful day in paradise.

As you looked down at the gentlness of his sleep filled face, you could still remember your last night in his flat.

*****

Alex had lingered on the window seat that final night the two of you spent there. A lingering melancholy tried to grasp onto him. It was time to say goodbye to the ghosts of friendships that blossomed and came to an end in that flat.

It had been a cool, rainy night. With only the sofa remaining, the two of you cuddled and dozed waking in time to watch the dawn a final time before taking a cab to the airport.

That morning, was when the two of you got to start a new life. In order to explain all the money you both sold anything that wasn’t terribly crucial for your new lives. It had been rough but was a good idea considering Alex had still managed to squirrel away quite a bit from that man Hugo’s suitcase.

A final touch in beginning a new life, Alex did something drastic. He trimmed the lion’s mane of his hair. With tears prickling your eyes, you ran your fingers through it a final time. Alex, did promise that once he got a better feel of where you and him had had settled in Brazil, he would grow it back.

The two of you had settled into a wonderful complex that was not far from the beach. You two could walk their whenever you wanted. Alex and you enjoyed that very much. Being in this paradise compared to cold, rainy Edinburgh it was like living in a dream.

You considered yourself lucky that the complex, you moved in had been great! They welcomed the two of you warmly, dishes and blankets were a plenty. Tonight Alex and you had been invited to a lantern festival you were beyond thrilled.

*****

The gentle scent of the ocean and suntan-lotion tickled his nose. Blinking, he looked up to find you reading. You face was gently focused, as you hair.

With a smirk curling his lips, “Does it mention anywhere in their that the mum and dad turn into zombies?”

You smiled at the suddenness of his voice. Putting the book aside you smiled down at him. “Hi sleepy head.”

He met your eyes, “Hi love.” He purred. Turning to look at your gently growing tummy, he smiled. “Hi baby.”

You giggled. “They moved, at this time they know when daddy and mommy talk to them.”

He chuckled. “Well then,” He cleared his throat. “Be good to your mum. Tonight, we’re going to a special ceremony.” Moving just so, he pressed a kiss to the side of your tummy.

“You told them.”

“That’s what my job is!” He chuckled.

Sitting up, Alex rested on his elbows and looked out at it all. Finally things were looking up. You and him had left with little to no fuss.

It had taken some time but he finally found a paper he could work at. At the moment, he was just happy at the idea of you being there waiting for him. You wouldn’t have to look for a job just yet.

He liked the idea that he was taking care of you and the baby. That really had come as kind of surprise. That baby had been tough, going through those last violent moments with David and the trail. He pressed his lips together, Alex was relieved it was over.

*****

Later that night as he lounged on the bed and watched you silently chose a flower from a bouquet he had surprised you with earlier. He watched as you effortlessly slipped into a dress he felt was as lovely as you.

“My lovely girl.” He smiled as you jumped a little.

“How did I not see you there as I walked out of the bathroom?”

He chuckled. “Because I am just that good.” Smiling he drew you close. “Excited for tonight?”

You nodded. “I am. I’ve always thought these kind of things were so wonderfully special and I am excited that we can go to one.”

“Me too.”

As the two of you walked down to the beach, he reached out and interlaced your fingers. He was thrilled that you and him had been invited to the lantern festival.

He made sure to grab one of the bigger lanterns. You and him were unstoppable. Anything was possible for the two of you, well actually the three of you now.

Catching your eye, loving how yours twinkled. “Make a wish.”

“I will.”

Soon the two of you together then released it. He held you close so together you could both watch as your lantern joined the others and floated to unbelievable heights.

Later, that night cuddled close to him you fell asleep watching a Portuguese game show. Alex, turned it down for a moment as he looked down at you in their otherwise silent flat.

His eyes drifted over your features, slowly down all the curves that made up you till he reached your growing tummy. He had always been revolted by the idea of kids. They irritated the fuck out of him. Nothing about them was appealing. They were loud, messy and demanding. Yet, when you told him, something came over him.

Perhaps it was you, perhaps it was knowing that you and him made that little thing. Yet what really pulled in him was the fact this little baby had survived that entire episode where David had lost his mind and almost killed him. A determination came over Alex, he wanted to take care of it and make sure it had a good dad in him. He pressed a kiss on your tummy.

“You got me for life, kid. He whispered. Turning back to the tv turned the volume up, he was eager to find out who won.

“We interrupt this broadcast to share some startling news.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He whispered, he was annoyed but switching the channel he noticed it everywhere.

He finally settled on the English news, maybe if it was that important he better watch.

“Famous globetrotting criminal Juliet Miller has broken out of jail with the help of her lover Rose.”

“Oh fuck.” Alex carefully sat up straighter in bed as he felt as if someone poured ice cold water down his back as his attention was fixed on the television.

“It is believed that she is out there looking for the 2 million in pound sterling, she insisted during the trail that she didn’t have. Or maybe she just wanted to be reunited with her lover.”

The fellow newscaster broke into her male counterparts monologue. “Roberto, just maybe she is out there searching the globe for the roommate, she felt wronged her. Former reporter, for the Glasgow Times Alex Law.”

They showed a picture of him.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, more then ever was he glad that he had cut of his hair short.

His phone buzzed and the message read.

Boss: Law. Story from Scotland. Come in a few hours to cover in detail. Best to Y/N.

With his stomach rumbling he replied.

To Boss: E Claro. (Of course)

He was sick with unease, as he glanced down at you still sleeping. Snapping off the tv, he held you closer and kissed your temple. It would be ok, it had to be.

******

A few hours later, having barely slept Alex ventured to the corner store where had managed to find his favorite brand of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey.

Talk about old habits dying hard, he thought bitterly. They certainly were back. How was he going to tell you.

Once back at the flat on the balcony, he twisted the cap off and took a large gulp. He was on his second cigarette while pacing back and forth; when you woke up and found him on the balcony. How would he tell you?

*****

Yawning, and stretching under your light cotton robe, a concerned look was over your still sleep cloaked face. “Alex, what’s the matter?” As you began to make your way over to him.

He stubbed out the cigarette, exhaled skyward before coming over to you. “You should sit down.” He gripped your hands.

“Alex.” You wiggled. “You’re grip is hurting me.”

That woke him up. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

Sitting beside you on the sofa, he wavered a little realizing how the whiskey had hit him on an empty stomach. He centered himself the best he could.

“Alex,” You drew his face over so you could look at him. “You’re worrying me. What's the matter?”

Taking your hand he kissed your palm, exhaling he got his nerve.

“Juliet escaped.”

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[birdy-babe]

Burned Out Chapter 3

Summary: Roman makes some changes...Patton’s emotions finally explode

Warnings: UHHH nothing rly, crying? angst?

Pairings: Platonic Royality (Or romantic if you want it), Platonic LAMP! Maybe eventual Logince or something idk

Word count: 2116 (Sorry its short!)

Note: Lmao I wanna say that im 100% not gonna make Logan and Virgil seem evil and I apologize if I have. Logan I find is very...self centered in a way that he isnt aware of other peoples feelings and he thinks he is always correct. Virgil however...he more, doesn’t know how to deal with it? And he doesn’t understand the capacity of his words/actions bc he thinks Roman can handle it. They aren’t terrible- they will start to be nicer :)

ALso thank you for all the positive feedback!! It makes me suppper happy!!

anyway, here you go!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Chapter 3

Roman fell onto his couch as he resided back to his room.

He let out a sigh and stared at his ceiling, watching the bubbles float by. He reached up and played with them as he thought to himself.

"Why don't you trust me more?" He asked himself in an empty, quiet room, "All I do is fight for you..fight for your hopes and dreams. Create all you're imagination. I want to create happiness for you, not destroy everything you’ve ever wanted" he tells the silence in his room. Roman let out a loud sigh as he sat up.

"Maybe I should just duck out... It seems all I am doing is hurting you" he tells himself and glanced around his room. "I'm nothing but childish imagination, and you're an adult now. You have no time for silly things like me" he stood up in frustration. He looked around the room. It was covered in Disney posters, colorful paintings, and family photos of the sides. Roman looked down at his transparent hands.

He sucked in a breath- he knew exactly what this meant. The creative side raised his hand so it was in front of his face. Roman could faintly see through his hand. The bubbles floated by and provided a glow that just drifted through what used to be solid.

He focused on what was behind his hand, spotting a photo across the room. He let his hand slowly fall as he stared at it. Roman let out a breath, taking one foot after the other until he stood in front of the photo.

The photo showed Roman surrounded by all the people he loved. His right arm was slung around Virgil's shoulders as Virgil let a small smile appear on his face. His left arm was wrapped around Patton; the moral side hugged Roman around the neck while laughing. Logan stood next to Patton, a hand on Patton's back as he subtly smiled at the camera. Deceit stood too the side, beside Virgil with a small grin and a wave- he didn't like to be touched often. Remy was even in this one- he peaked above Roman and Patton giving a peace-sign to the camera. Thomas was the one who took the photo, so he was absent but he was there in thought.

Roman felt a knot in his throat and a rock in his stomach. He came to a realization. He ran his hand over the photo nostalgically.

"Maybe I don't need to leave...maybe if I just change I wont disappear" he whispered to himself, his voice low and cracking, "I don't want to leave them.." He tells himself and glanced around the room.

He was suddenly set on a different mission. He needed to reinvent himself or else he would disappear. He didn't need to sit, wallowed up in his room until he poofed into nothingness. He didn't want to leave the people he loved the most- and if he changed so they accepted him, maybe he wouldn't have too.

He started with the posters. Roman moved around the room and took down all his Disney posters. He pulled down Mulan, Aladdin, Lion King, Beauty and The Beast, The Little Mermaid, Pinocchio, all of them. He folded them nicely and set them in a pile.

He tapped his chin as he thought about what else he needed to get rid of. He pulled down all his meaningless paintings- which was most of them. He left up a few that were simple and fit the room well. He piled the paintings up next to the posters.

Roman bit his lip and thought for a moment, closing his eyes and raising his hand. He breathed heavily as he concentrated- using his mind to change the structure of his room. His brain started to go on overdrive.

Roman suddenly gasped, opening his eyes as he felt himself fall over out of mental exhaustion. He scrambled to catch himself, grabbing onto the arm of a chair to stop himself from completely falling on his face.

He breathed heavily, his limbs felt weak and his eyes felt tired. He shook his head to try to wake himself up a bit more. He knew he needed to stop doing that so much; he knew it was bad for him. Yet he was satisfied with the result.

The walls were no longer red and gold and instead was a nice coffee color. The floor was no longer covered in paint and other stains. It was a soft, comfortable white carpet. He looked at the furniture. Instead of having it all red and royalty-like, the couches and chairs were a simple black and the tables were sleek white with glass on stop. It still looked nice and expensive- yet just more simple. More calming.

The place where his unfinished paintings were stacked next to his easel and paints was now replaced with a desk with papers instead of canvases and pencils instead of brushes. A laptop sat on the desk.

Roman smiled at it. It was so incredibly simple and not creative at all but Roman knew it would be a good change. Sure it made him uncomfortable, it was no where near his style, and he hated it but...if it kept him from disappearing he would do anything.

Roman decided he wanted to show the other sides, despite how tired he was. He was suddenly so excited about them seeings it- seeing how much he has matured. He let out a small squeal, "They are going to love it!" He clapped his hands.

Roman was about to sink out when he glanced into the mirror. He immediately stopped and looked down at his outfit. He couldn’t wear this silly thing anymore. He needed something less...extra.

Roman thought for a moment before letting out a small gasp. He excitedly spun in a circle. Suddenly his prince outfit disappeared and in its spot was a white button up with his logo on the shoulders. His pants were now all red and his shirt was tucked into them. To top it off, a pair of golden suspenders went around his shoulders.

He grinned at himself, "Now I'm ready!"

He sunk out

"Greetings, friendos!" Roman greeted as he appeared in the shared mindpalace.

Logan looked up from the book he had his nose in, Virgil continued to nod his head as he listened to music on the couch, and Patton was too engrossed in Steven Universe.

Logan cringed a little bit, “Please not so loud, I do have a headache from today and I’m trying to focus my attention to my book” He requested.

Roman took a moment to wonder how Logan- an imaginary figment inside someones head- had a headache. He decided not to think about it too much to refrain from also- giving himself a headache.

“Sorry to interrupt, Siri. I just wish to show you all something I have fabulously done!” He tells the group just as proudly but with less volume this time.

Logan’s nose was already back in his book, so he just let out a hum. Virgil glanced at him but didn’t respond as his headphones covered his ears.

Roman’s prideful attitude plummeted, “Hello? Greetings? Yes I am talking to all of you commoners!” He called out playfully, stepping into the living room. He waved to Virgil who just glared and visibly showed Roman that he had turned up his music. Roman crossed his arms and glared back.

He turned to Logan with a huff, waving his hand in front of his face, “Hello? Alexa? I am speaking to you!” He calls out.

Logan slowly looked up at him and calmly set his book down on his lap, “Roman as excited as you are, I simply do not have the emotions to...give attention to whatever project you have completed now. It is later in the evening and I wish to continue to relax by reading. Perhaps you can show Patton” Logan explained and suggested. Roman frowned.

“But I want to show all of youuu!” He whined.

Logan was getting visibly irritated, “As I explained before, Roman” Logan said his name harshly, “I lack the interest you do in giving attention to you’re newest creation. Maybe later”

Roman grabbed Logan’s hand and started to attempt to pull him off the couch, “Pleaaassee Logan-!”

“Roman I do not have the time-” He raised his voice.

“But Logan I-”

“Roman! Enough!” Logan yelled and ripped his hand away. Roman let his hands drop as he went silent.

Roman felt his heart plummet as he stared at Logan. He felt anger boil in his chest.

“Whatever. Continue being an emotionless freak then” Roman spat the words at him. He saw the hurt flash across Logan’s eyes.

Roman knew his words hurt. He remembered the nights he stayed up to comfort Logan. He knew how insecure Logan was about his lack of emotions and his selfishness. He knew it all yet he spit the words anyway- just to hurt him.

Roman turned around before Logan could see the guilt in his expression.

Roman shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking out of the living room in a hurt, dreadful rage back to his room. He stopped in his tracks when he suddenly heard a voice that broke silence.

“I’ll come see it” Patton’s soft voice rang through the room.

Roman turned around slowly. Sometime in the midst of fighting with Logan, Virgil had turned down his music and taken off his headphones and Patton paused his show. Virgil was now looking back and forth from Logan to Roman with an unreadable expression. Patton stared up from where he was on the ground with a soft, sad expression.

Roman let out a sigh, “No Patton it’s fine, it is nothing impressive or-”

Patton stood up, interrupting Roman, “I don't care! I wanna see it...everything you make is impressive! No one tells you that enough!” Patton told him, a pained expression on his face.

Roman froze, confusion written all over his face. He was usually so good at reading emotions and how people felt but now he couldn’t. He didn’t know why Patton was starting to yell compliments at him while he wore a pained expression. He didn’t know why Patton was saying anything positive to him in the first place. Roman knew he had done nothing right lately.

“Patton you don’t have to say that, its hardly true and-”

Patton voice cracked, “Roman stop!” he yelled.

The room went silent.

All you could hear was the soft breaths coming from Patton as he stared at the creative side. Roman stood, shocked and confused, staring back at him. Virgil and Logan watched in confusion and surprise from their spots.

“It is true! Roman you are so valued! You make Thomas so incredibly happy. You allow him to see a brighter future and to find fun in life. You create wonderful things and everything you make is impressive and gorgeous! You are so important to Thomas and you are so important to us! We can’t be without you, Roman!” Patton’s voice was slowly becoming strained as it became obvious that he was holding back tears.

“We don’t tell you that enough..or at all! You deserve to hear how much we appreciate you because we do! And you always show us how much you value us and how much you care about us and we never return the favor!” Patton had tears in his eyes by now.

All the sides watched in awe- Patton had only gotten like this a few times before. He only did when he was feeling overwhelmed by different emotions or when he felt ignored.

Roman felt a knot in his throat as he felt like he was also going to cry hearing these things. He finally spoke up.

“Patton why-” He started to speak but Patton wasn't done.

“Because your mug is gone! I noticed that your mug is gone...and your paintings! The paintings you made and we hung in the living room have disappeared!” Patton gestured to the walls.

The three other sides looked around them and found it to be true- the paintings Roman had hung had now disappeared, leaving the walls blank and empty.

“Plus!” Patton continued, holding his tears down, “You weren’t at breakfast! Or lunch! Or dinner! You didn’t show up today when Thomas called you...you-” Patton’s tears finally over flowed.

Roman ran forward so he was in front of Patton, looking around him- trying to figure out how to comfort the boy. Roman felt terrible, he made Patton sad like this. He didn’t mean too, he just figured the other sides didn’t want him around. Roman placed a hand Patton's shoulder and looked at him. Patton hung his head.

“Patton that's hardly any reason to assume that-”

“You’re disappearing Roman…” Patton told him as he grabbed Roman’s hand and looked down at it, “Roman you’re transparent...you’re disappearing”

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[midnightsdarkangel]

Trust (part 1)

Summary: Reigen never expected to be cursed, to have to live with the adjustments made but here he is, and Serizawa had to find out sooner or later. He just hoped his boyfriend could overcome the monster he had become.

(this is a mini series off of a body horror au i have with Reigen, i thought i’d write what happens when Reigen finally comes cleans and confesses. Part one is Serizawa and part 2 which i’m currently writing is Mobs reaction. Please tell me if you like it and want more!)

"This is new, you normally don't wrap up warm in winter."

Serizawa was waiting outside Reigens apartment come Sunday morning with the promise of grabbing a bite together. He had knocked on Reigens door only to hear crashing and the multiple utter of curse words from the other door as he stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets for warmth when he saw the door bang wide open.

Seri found himself with a big smile that caused him to laugh. Reigen stood there pouting slightly with a blush on his face. He was certainly dressing big for sure today, a large scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, not quite fitting into place. A long overcoat Serizawa never saw him wear even once and the shades- my god the shades were fairly big and had black lenses so you couldn't see his eyes. If anyone else had seen Reigen in that moment it would had looked as if his mother was the one who dressed him excessively, like one would do to their child in the winter chill.

"I thought id be adventurous."

"And the glasses-"

"..REALLY adventurous- Now stop the chatter and lets get going, its freezing."

Reigen said promptly, grabbing Seris hands with some warm fingerless gloves he decided to wear as their fingers entwined.

During their quiet walk, the wind blew ever so faintly against Seris hair as he had a habit of glancing of Reigen at the corner of his eye. Something was up with him, this much he could catch on. He certainly didn't miss the look of discomfort the smaller man had tugging his scarf away from his neck, or when his hand rubbed against his eye irritably. Yet he assumed Reigen simply just overdressed and was regretting it, while it was indeed cold, Reigen was that type of person who really didn't acknowledge the cold while in his own world.  It was obviously today he was suffering from his own choice of clothing. Yet Seri gently squeezed his hand against his lovers to try and soothe him, his thumb gently rubbing in circles against Reigens palm which caused a small laugh from Reigen as the chill ran up his spine. Perking up at his reaction he gently held Reigens hand happily but felt a bump on the side of his wrist that caused him to instead tense bad. Reigen removed his hand without moment's hesitation holding it to his chest but when he saw Seri's face his heart dropped as he looked away.

"Sorry, its just a stupid bump from  when i tried to move the desk a few days back and banged my wrist. Its just swollen."

His hand waving in a nonchalant manner as he proceeded to walk on ahead, his hands now tightly burried into his coat pocket as he took a few steps forward but paused turning back.

"You coming?" he asked confused, his arm extended out implying he wanted them to link arms as Serizawa felt his heart race;

"A-Ah yes!"  

After that they didn't really question the supposed 'bump' on Reigens wrist. The two of them decided to go to a cafe not too far from where his office actually was as the door chimed upon being opened. While Seriwaza was able to casually put his coat off and hang it behind his chair, Reigen found himself more reluctant. Taking the coat off and the gloves he hastily shoved in the side pockets, he decided to keep the glasses and scarf on.  

"Isnt that a bit too warm to wear?"

Serizawa inquired curiously as Reigen pulled his seat backwards and plopped down, dragging the chair legs against the ground, shuffling forward. His hand quickly grabbing the menu and opened it to cover his face.

"Mn don't worry, ill be taking it off soon."

He was about to gesture with his hand but flinched and thought better of it- a noticeable flinch Seri was ever so quick to notice. Since it was a sunday morning it had meant the streets were quieter than normal apart from the rushing cars that made as ambient noise for the two. The store itself had only a couple of people, mainly couples or people on their own with books. It was a nice cafe Reigen had discovered one evening when taking a break from his work, the perfect place he thought to bring his partner to.

"Sorry i asked you asked out this early, i wanted to talk to you without a rush of people around here.."

Serizawa smiled gently at his words; "Its perfectly fine...Its been a while since i've seen you anyway."

"About that.."

Reigen muttered, the menu was still a barriror between the two men. His leg twitching from under the table, tapping ever so quietly against the floor.

"I havent been feeling myself lately Seri..."

"Ah Shiego told me you weren't letting him around the office either, are you ill?"

Reigen promptly laughed at that question and shook his head.

"Yes? No- its a bit hard to explain. Which..which is why i thought it only fair i show you today."

His hands clutched the menu before relaxing again.

"Remember that one case we did? A week back with the old lady-"

"Mrs Tahibana, yes of course, she was the one who had that possessed music box."

Reigen nodded.

"Yeah...her."

After that Reigen was uncharacteristically quiet for a few seconds, which to his luck the waitress had begun to walk over to them as he closed the menu and coughed for Seri to quickly cut the conversation short for a second.

"Ah yes, green tea for me."

"Um just lemonade."

When she was out of plain sight, exiting through the kitchen door Seriwaza leant forward in his chair to whisper. "What about her? Did something happen? I thought you handled the box?" His voice ever so slightly raising volume as Reigen put a finger to his lips hastily.

"Shhh, your drawing attention to us."

He hissed under his voice, gently pushing him back into his seat.

"I did-well i thought i did...not completely id say.."

Reigen was beginning to stumble on his words, his voice lowered slightly as a nagging fear began to rise in his throat. "This is why...i brought you today.."

Taking a deep breath he reached out and grabbed Seris hand, gently pressing against it, needing his warmth as reassurance. Seri wasn't hesitant in turning his hand around to gently return the hold of his lovers hand. The two had been dating for a solid month, and despite the awkward moments or miscommunications, the two had built a steady trust already. Something Reigen never saw himself doing if it was with anyone else. He had built a barrier between him and everyone else, it was just something he accepted; as if there was a line in front of him. A big red line that he was frightened to cross, everyone else stood on the other side, their faces blank, void of all emotions as he wished to run across the line to join them- to speak but they always turned their backs and walked off, leaving him alone.

Until Serizawa came along. By that time, he had no interest in crossing that line. Sure Mob was the first one to tug him to the other side, but it was Seris warmth and love that helped him steadily cross that line between his world and theirs.

So...as much as he hated it..he needed to tell him the truth.

"Something happened...after we exorcised that music box..when you left and i went to give it back to the lady..something shot out of the box. I assume we missed something, because the little fragment of that spirit latched right onto me."

"Your possessed!?"

Serizawa stood up in a  panic which caused some curious stares from customers as Reigen hurriedly grabbed him by his jacket sleeves and pulled him down.

"Shh! We'll get kicked out- let me explain!"

For a moment Seri wasnt calming down, his mind began to rush with guilty thoughts. Reigen frowned concerned and quickly cupped his face with both hands.

"Seri, look at me ok, its ok none of this is your fault..i need you to listen because that's not all ok..?"

Seri weakly nodded that Reigen wondered if telling him would be a good idea. Thinking of alternative ideas in his head he glanced the bathroom doors in the corner of the cafe as he stood up and gently led him away from the table as he waved at the lady to put their drinks there for when they get back. Once he ushered him inside the cubical he locked the door behind them.  It was rather cold from the draft leaking from the window just above as there was hardly any space between them as their bodies pressed against each other at the door.

It was surreal in that moment for Reigen, just feeling the racing of the heartbeat between the two of them, how much larger Seri was than he was and the warmth he could feel. But he could also notice every emotional shift in his face, he was confused of course, and overly concern from the quickening of his breathing Reigen noticed as he gently took Seris hand and gently moved him around rotational so that his back was agaisnt the door and Reigen could step back and sit back on the toliet seat. Gee, how romantic he scoffed to himself in his thoughts.

For a moment they didnt speak, just so that Serizawa could regain composure.

"Ok you calm? Because your going to have to be in a second.."

"Just- Just tell me what you mean. What do you mean that ghost got into you, i hadn't even noticed anything."

Serizawas voice was low, yet he could tell the panic in his tone. Reigen laughed weakly feeling his body slouch more on the seat as he gripping his hair. This was it. Now or never, if he didn't show Serizawa this then he never would. But imagining the horror on his partners face was something he didn't want to look forward to- but he had to do it. It was time to put their trust on the line...

His hands hesitantly went to the scarf and began to unwrap the layers one by one. Seris eyes narrowed in confusion until his face went dead pale.

"T-Theres..."

"An eye on my neck? Yeah, there's one on my wrist too...you see..That spirit never took control of me..but somehow it was able to do other things...like...this."

He closed his eyes wearily as he felt his heart race before slowly looking up to Serizawa as he removed the shades only to hear the sudden gasp from the taller man.

Half of his face was DEFINITLY not normal, a huge stitched line ran across his face, where his right eye would be instead was a huge gaping hole with sharp teeth that opened and closed in response to the new development of light.

"I..I sent you and Mob away because I didn't want you to see me like this..."

He laughed wearily letting the shades drop from his hand and clatter onto the floor. The same with the scarf as it laid freely on his knee dropping down the side. He looked away sadly, his voice barely above a whisper;

"I didnt want you to see me as a monster"

It wasn't long until he felt the tears prick his eyes that he began to laugh sadly trying to wipe them off as if they burnt his skin; "Look at me...Some world's greatest espier I am! I look like some freak case.." His hands clenched tightly, digging his nails into the skin leaving a mark as his body was shaking with anger and just disgust. Disgust in himself, that Seriwaza had to look at the monstrosity that he had became. He wouldn't be surprised if he turned around and ran, never to contact Reigen again. Just self deprecating thoughts tumbling in one by one into his mind as his knees shook, the tears falling into the fabric of his trousers as he began to laugh louder.

"I wouldnt be surprised if you hated me-"

"Stop that."

Serizawas voice was loud and commanding. Reigen was baffled as he looked up only to feel two large hands quickly grasp his face with speed yet it was so tender. His eyes widened to see the tears that feel from Serizawas face, his body was shaking but it wasn't in fear, no...it was of hurt.

"Why would you ever think that...your not a monster Reigen, not by a long shot-"

Ah..he made him worry...

"Serizawa look at me...I have a hole in my face, i think i am quite frankly a monster-"

"What you look like doesn't make you a monster!"

He argued back, his voice booming with such emotional intensity as he gently took Reigens hand and pressed it to his chest.

"When you and I met...I was terrified of my powers, I had harmed people and i was scared that you'd look at me the same way others had. Like some freak...but..you didnt. You were the first person to accept me for who i was. Just because you look like that doesnt mean YOU yourself have changed! Your still the same man i know...and love.."

Serizawa spoke softly as he gently stood Reigen up to see him fully.

"Im not going to run.."

...

...

Reigen let go of the breath he was holding, his laugh was now something vunrable and almost a sense of relief. The tears fell quietly as he found himself leaning on his lovers chest, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. He felt arms wrap around him, letting him melt into the embrace, he felt exhausted exposing that to Serizawa. The man was just full of surprises but...but that's what he loved about him.

"I love you.."

Seri smiled softly at that and gently caressed his face, wiping any remaining tears with his thumb. "Our drinks are getting cold.." Reigen quietly noted; It was something they could discuss more once they were outside. Seri carefully bent down to pick up Rigens glasses and scarf, gently putting them on with care instead of the half assed performance Reigen had done in the morning. Waiting until Reigen was happy to leave and was covered up they grabbed each others hands and unlocked the door. Ready to face the world together.

"So..Does the extra mouth drink also?"

"Oh my god did you seriously ask me that." Reigen snorted amused.

God he loved him.

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DSC Arminia Bielefeld 1 v 1 FC Sankt Pauli: With two out of the top six beaten, confidence was high for us as we travelled to play Bielefeld. In the end the result wasnt a disaster but was undoubtedly two points dropped on a weekend when we couldve separated ourselves, at least temporarily, from the bottom three. Bielefeld isnt that far away from where I live, as such it was almost a match I wished for a Friday or Monday night (when an hour or two’s travel could make the difference between being able to go or not). Instead we had all the time in the world and decided to head to Bielefeld for breakfast. From Hamm onwards we had the van full, and by mid-morning had found a bakers near the ground. All filled up with rolls and coffee, we headed back to the stadium where the first buses were starting to arrive from Hamburg. After very complicated and extensive security checks, we finally made it into the ground and hung up our flags on the limited fencing in the away end. The last hour prior to kick-off was used to get voices warmed up with plenty of singing. Then the match finally got underway. The difference between the two teams was clear from the outset. Bielefeld had the possession and would attempt to build down the flanks, using passing to inch their less skillful players into a crossing position. We on the other hand, would try and get the ball and then through dribbling or quick pass interchanges, try to counter down the middle of the pitch. Within about 10 minutes it looked to have paid off, and we had the ball in the net. Unfortunately it was ruled out for offside. On another occasion, Bhouhadouz was denied by a tremendous save from their keeper. Bielefeld continued to hold plenty of the ball, without doing anything of note with it. Second half and we took the lead. Another break with a dribble into the box, it was squared to Buchtmann who apparently put the ball into the net. I say apparently as the actual goal is almost impossible to see for most of the away block. Anyway after a very mixed first half atmosphere wise, we were loud from there on in. As the half wore on, we had a couple more breakaways and those were the ones we came to rue. The odd wrong choice about who to pass to in the final third of the field stopped us sealing the game there and then. We couldnt hear anything from the Bielefeld fans who I assume were coming to terms with how lacking in ideas their team were. Yet we started to sit back as the half wore on, Miyachi was subbed on and struggled to get with the pace of the game, neither offering danger on the break, nor defending well enough. Then in the final minutes, they brought their goalie up, and in a complete scramble one of their players nudged the ball into the net from a corner. I’d forgotten just how appalling the goal music is at Bielefeld. Goal music is a crime anyway, and ours (Blur Song 2) is no doubt irritating to away fans at the Millerntor, but I think Bielefeld may win in that category. Without a moment for the fans to savour, some novelty ringtone from hell breaks loose. I think the melody is the „can can“. Then at double the volume a man shrieks „Torrrr! Torrrr! Torrrr!“ in a voice not too disimilar to the „nein nein nein“ Hitler bit in Inglorious Basterds. Needless to say it didnt make their equaliser any more palatable. Disappointed in the result rather than the teams level of effort, we chanted St Pauli and clapped the players off. The home end trudged out in relative silence. We’re good enough to stay up, we’re unbeaten in three, and if our form continues we will continue that run against Karlsruhe next week. Until that time, we will have to make do with 3rd from bottom.

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The Path to Addiction: Phases of Alcohol addiction

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