#im so soRRY FOR STUFFING IT UPPP

[chososcamgirl]

Sept. 29 daily check in for iya.. make sure to post + FINISH THIS WHEN SHE RESPONDS TO YESTERDAYS DAILY CHECKIN

Warning.. ⚠️ I YAPPED SO HARD IN THIS ONE DONT BE AFRAID TO NOT ANSWER EVERYTHING CUS IK I YAP A LOT‼️‼️😭☹️ + I kinda wrote this the night before becauseee I’m really busy today so if some things are in future tense that’s why…

HEYHEYHEY SIGMA ALPHA IYA I HOPE UR FEELING REALLLYYYYY SKIBIDI CUS U DESERVE IT AFTER THE LAST CHAPTER😫😫 IM ABOUT TO FLY OVER TO GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST KISS EVER ILYSMMMM AUFNENENDND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW YOU DIDNT CAMEOS BUT ME MAKING AN APPEARANCE REALLY SHOOOOOKKKKKKK ME TO MY CORREEEEE UGHHH CAME 5 TIMES JUST READING THAT TWEETTTTT 😫🤰🤰

OKOKOK THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER SINCE MY FUCKKKK IT WAS SO GOOD I AM LITERALLY SO STUFFED (in both ways 😫 toge PLEASEEE)

YUTAMAKI SNEAKKK ANDNENNENENEJSOXKWNEN I LOVE THEM THEYRE MY SKIBIDI TOILET 🐺‼️ NOT YUTA BEING FUCKING HEADDDDD OVER HEELS FOR MAKI (me too lowk..) POSTING HER ON INSTA UGHHH ME AND WHO😭😭😭🙍‍♀️🙍‍♀️🙍‍♀️ (toge PLEASEEE) LIKE LITERALLY BECOME OFFICAL ALREADY I SWEARRRR 😡😡 I LOVE THEM RHEYRE SOOO SKIBIDI 💗☹️

UGHH I WANT WTV THE FUCK MEGUMI AND YN HAVE CUS GODDDDD JUST FUCK ALREADY EVERYONE CAN SEE THRU IT (just kidding YN STAY UPP DO NOT SIT DOWN STOP THINKING WITH UR PUSSY THINK OF YOUR PRIDEEEE (saying this even tho I’m proudly exclaiming that I would like to gain stds from inumaki BUTTTT IN MY DEFENSE THATS DIFFERENT 😭‼️‼️)

Brainrot references oh my GYATT me and toge are made for each other likeeeeee 😍😍 please slide into my dms and TALK TUAH ME‼️😫

ok seriously yn stand UPPP UGHHH CUS WHY WOULD YOU BE THAT SERIOUS FOR A MAN💔💔 WHY WOULD YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO GO AGAINST YOUR 4LIFER FOR A FUCKING MAN…? WHY WOULD A MAN BE THERE????? WHY WOULD A FUCKING MAN BE PUT FIRST STOP THINKING WITH YOUR FUCKING PUSSY GIRL IM SERIOUSLY GOING TO BEATTTT THE SHIT OUT OF HER CUS ALL THIS OVER A FUCKING MAN IS INSANE (did I mention how this is extra insane because it’s over a MAN?? Like idgaf if he’s not girl get UPP) unless it’s over inumaki… then it makes sense.. WHO SAIDD THATTT (I’m projecting… sorry guys… I’m not sexist I promise ☹️☹️) (maki please humble her because if I was sjap yn I would’ve RANNN TO MAKII LIKE GIRL IM SO SORRY PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ILY UR MY BSF AND ILL DUMP EVERY SINGLE MAN IN THE WORLD FOR YOU ☹️☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭😭)

THE CLIFFHANGER OMFG⁉️⁉️ IT BETTER NOT BE SUKUNA GIRL OTHERWISE IM BEATING THE SHITT OUT OF UUUU but at the same time.. megumi is BARLEY better… like by 0.000000001% better… so…. What if we just fuck toge instead 🤗🤗🤗 I’m EXTREMLEY fond of that idea sooo maybe keep it in mind?/j SRSLY THO ILL BEAT U UP IYA (then we can make out while watching despicable me after 🥰😘)

Omfg…. FUCKKKK YNNNN UGHHH GIRL STAND UP THIS IS WHAT BEING A WHORE RESULTS TO (as if I wouldn’t come running back to my ex with open arms if I had the chance…jk I don’t have an ex… it’s something I would do tho… I’ve done it for countless friendships… SIGHH) #projectingagain

#someonepleasefuckingshootme

#togepleasegivemehead😘😘🥰😍🤗

Ok DAMNN I HAD A LOT TO YAP… but it was a GOOD ASS CHAPTER IM LITERALLY SO STUFFED 🤰🤰

IM GONNA TRY AND GET ON TGAT GRINDD TODAY CUS ILL TRY ACTUALLY STUDYING FOR MY TESTS SO NEXT SJAP WEEKEND IS MY INSPO FS ‼️🤗🐺🔥 + I JUST CHECKED MY SCHEDULE AND I HAVE A FREE PERIOD TMRW YAYSYSYSYSYYSSYYAYAYAYSY I LOVE WHENEVER I START MY WEEK WITH A FREE😍😍😍

HOW WAS UR DAYYYY⁉️⁉️ SINCE ITS MONDAY FOR U IM ASSUMING YOU HAVE WORK SO I HOPE IT WAS GOOD 🔥🔥

IM SO GLAD MY COMMENTS FILL U WITH LOVE 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ CUS I FEEL VERY LOVED EACH TIME U RESPOND TO MY ASKS ‼️🔥💗

ANSWER TO LAST QOTD 🔥🔥🤗 TEA FSS I AM A SLUTTTTTT FOR UNSWEETENED TEA LIKE OML 😫😍🤤 I GREW UP DRINKING IT CUS MY FAM WOULD SHOVE IT DOWN MY THROAT EVERY CHANCE THEY GOT SO IT STOPPED AFFECTING ME LIKE A ENERGY DRINK UNLESS I DOWN LIKE 10 PACKS 😢😢 BUT ITS SO GOOKDDD UFGHGHH I LOVE THE BITTER TASTE 🤤🤤🤤 MY FAV IS GREEN TEA AND 紅茶 (I forgot what it was called in English 😢😢)

QOTDDDD ‼️🔥🤗 CAKE OR PIE 🥧 🍰⁉️⁉️

OKAH BYE SIGMA IYAAA IK I YAPPED HARDDDD WITH THE SJAP COMMENTS SO FEEL FREE TO NOT READ ALL OF MY YAP 😭 HOPE U HAD A VERY SIGMATASTIC DAY ‼️‼️ LOVE U POO POO

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HI ALPHA!! 🐺

daily check in i love its 2am and i always answer ur check ins last bc i like ending it on a good note🙂‍↕️ LMFAO UR FINE <3 sorry if this is not coherent i am on the verge of sleeping so that’s why!!

HEH IM GLAD U LIKE UR CAMEO!! pucker up ill take that kiss now😼 YUTAMAKI FOR LIFE. like yes i also love nobamaki but ive never see yutamaki in smau’s so i decided to make them a couple 🙂‍↕️ #YNSTANDUP #CITYGIRLSDOWN pls guys we need her to stop thinking with her pussy💔🙏 TALK TUAH ME PLS ALPHA IM WEAK😭 u guys belong together fr. NO EXACTLY CUZ WHY WOULD A MAN BE THERE. this may or may not been me expressing my feelings in which my friend went back to her ex after us crying together abt it… #loredrop like pls i would forever choose my bestfriend over any man PERIOD

i was rubbing my hands together laughimg evilly at the cliff hanger heh.. am i evil guys😈 (i have received countless death threats) (im so on for watching despicable me pls) SONT BE! I LOVE UR YAPS AND I HOPE UR STUFFED AFTER EVERY CHAPTER (pause)

YAY FOR FREE PERIODS🔥 think of sjap as a reward 😼🫵 bc this next chapter WILL BE FR🔥 MY DAY WAS GOOD! i did not have work which is YAY but omg i made french toast and it was so bus liek omg pls my stomach is rumbling thinking abt it… AW ALPHA ILY <33

OOOOO TEA I LIKE IT LMFAO NOT THE BEING FORCED TO DRINK IT IK WEAK😭 U MUST GIVE ME RECS!

QOTD: CAKE! specifically cheesecake or lava cake i’m a SLUT for the both of them but i do love a good apple/berry pie.. pls now im so hungry im going to go to the fridge after this💔💔 WBY!!!

ILY ALPHA!! HAVE A SIGMA DAY AT SCHOOL PLS KEEP ON YAPPING <333

[chinxino5-blog]

It’s A Package Deal - Nineteen

IMPORTANT - so this is the chapter some of you have already read and i’m so sorry about that, I missed c.18 because I was rushing and don’t check things because I’m dumb. So go read c.18 and then reread this or whatever, it’ll make way more sense. 

Eighteen

“Bryce.” Ohm’s voice was low and hushed, unsure of who accompanied the black-eyed man into the unit. Dealing with armed idiots as well as a hyperventilating Bryce having a panic attack, was more than he could currently handle. “Bryce listen to me, you’re going to have a panic attack. Focus on my voice, okay?”

Bryce’s mind swirled, taking each word in and processing them individually. His wide blue eyes focussed on the man holding his arms in the darkness. He felt the cold tiles against the top of his feet and his knees, felt the other kneeling just in front of him. He gasped in another breath of musky air. “Of course I’m having a panic attack, I’m going to get killed,” he hissed between clamped teeth. “I’m going to be shot and taken and killed. They’re going to hurt me. They’re going to kill me. I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying…”

He wheezed as he tried to recover the oxygen his words consumed and Ohm’s hands slipped up to his shoulders. He squeezed lightly.

“Hey.” The gentleness of his voice slipped into Bryce’s lungs with dusty air and he felt his cramped body settle ever-so-slightly. It was different to the usual snapping or monotonous tones he used. It was nicer. “Focus on my voice. Take deeper breaths, you’ll be o—“

“I can’t,” Bryce whimpered, his breathing getting faster and shorter and emptier and- “I need something else. I can’t… I can’t breathe… I need… fuck…”

Ohm raised a hand to Bryce’s cheek, squeezing his shoulder again and holding him there. He could just make out the glimmer of distress and fear in his oceanic eyes. He didn’t like it. “Focus on me.” The words were out of his mouth before he thought to analyse them and he pushed his lips against Bryce’s. They were weighted and purposed and they knew what they were doing more than he did.

He shocked himself probably more than he shocked Bryce as the blonde had a few seconds of what the fuck is going on before realising he was being kissed. His panicked breathing was cut off and he switched to using his nose instead as he moved his lips. His eyes closed. His thoughts drew blank. He forgot about the bathroom, the dust, the gunshots, the body. He forgot about everything except Ohm and how hands were firm and comforting against his skin.

Compared to the first time, Ohm was more aware of what he was doing as he moved closer to the lankier man. The tension and panic within and between them slowed and lessened. He tilted his head, pressing closer, letting his tongue wander. He could feel the other’s breath against his cheek and lip.

Bryce breathed. He sat back on his heels and lifted heavy hands to the back of Ohm’s neck and head, and kissed back with a need. A need to be held, to be touched, to be taken care of.

A need for Ohm.

Ohm pressed forward as Bryce relaxed, chasing what also relieved the tension between his shoulders. He let the hand on Bryce’s shoulder slide to the side of his neck, kissing with as much as he could. Kissing in a way that relaxed him more each second and had the man before him melting.

He nipped at the blonde’s bottom lip and felt him sigh into his mouth.

When the hitman pulled back, he tried to look less dazed than he felt and eased himself back onto the tiles. Bryce almost followed after him, chest swelling with big deep breaths that contrasted majorly to those he breathed only moments earlier.

Ohm didn’t know whether he wanted to look Bryce in the eye, unsure about accepting he had an issue. Kissing the blonde was wrong on so many levels but there he was going back on a pricey deal and trying to get away from a gang who had a lot of guns and a lot of men. The kiss was one of the least of his issues but the biggest in his thoughts. Even so, he did what he did best and pushed it out of sight, pretending it never existed. Unfortunately for him, his issue had working lungs and a voice that didn’t seem to stop.

It was difficult to pretend he didn’t exist, but it didn’t stop Ohm from trying.

“Are you alright?” He pushed those thoughts (and memories) from his mind and focused on Bryce who was still recovering. From the almost panic attack, or the kiss, neither knew.

After a moment, he got a slow nod and blue eyes fluttered in the darkness. Ohm resisted grabbing his face and slotting their lips back together as he eased back onto his worn sneakers and pulled Bryce up also.

Bryce felt cold metal push against his hands and peered down at the glinting weapon. He could feel the hitman’s gaze, one of firm caution and couldn’t help the ice cold shudder that sunk into his bones.

He’d killed someone. He’d killed a man, likely with a wife, maybe even kids. A man with a heart and lungs and thoughts just like his own.

He had stopped that heart. He had left that family without a husband and a father. He had killed someone.

The warm hands curled over his, wrapping his frozen fingers around the weapon despite how much they didn’t want to. He looked up at the silver eyes with worry. The hitman wore a mask of calmness but didn’t bother hiding the caution left by Bryce’s episode. As much as he could try to pretend he didn’t, he cared and seeing the man in such distress wasn’t going to be good for what they were about to do.

“It’s okay.” His words were still almost silent and he kept as close to Bryce as he comfortably could. In the back of his mind he knew they should be moving, should be making sure there was no one else - but no one had made a sound and engines never followed them up to the dusty unit.

Even so, there was not much to be done about the paranoia and he kept straining his ears around each of his words.

“If you hesitated, he wouldn’t have.” The words were scarce but they were true, although the realistic side of his mind told him that maybe taking advice from a murderer with emotional constipation wasn’t his best idea. He silenced that part and nodded shakily, reasoning with himself. The gang member had also held a gun and it was clear he wasn’t coming upstairs to offer them a cup of tea. Had Bryce not put a hole between his ribs, the results would have been quite displeasing for the blonde.

He didn’t particularly like the idea of bleeding out of stained, dusty carpet.

“Do you know how to shoot?” Bryce’s mind was lured from the body outside their cramped bathroom and he leant into the space Ohm occupied. He shook his head, despite the way his index finger burnt from the touch of the trigger.

Before he could process it, Ohm had moved around behind him and calloused fingers crawled from his elbows to his wrists. The twenty-two year old froze up at the pressure of his back to Ohm’s chest and the muscled arms mirroring his either side of him. He was all too aware of every little brush of contact and felt red warmth glow all over the side of his neck where the brunette’s breath touched.

Words were circling his head as gloved hands adjusted his grip, instructions of how to hold the gun, how to aim the gun, how to shoot the gun.

“Keep your finger on the trigger, you have to be ready.” The words made him shudder and shiver and he couldn’t stop himself from wondering how many triggers Ohm had tugged. How many of those tugs had led to death on concrete, on carpet, on floorboards.

His anxiety skyrocketed as he slipped his finger into the ring, pushing it against the metal so it didn’t at all touch the trigger. The slightest contact terrified him and he stayed coiled painfully, waiting for the gun to jerk with a loud bang and more blood.

Bryce held the gun a little higher and Ohm’s hands thoughtlessly dropped to the blonde’s waist. He didn’t acknowledge the sharp intake of air and watched closely as the gun was pointed into the dusty darkness, analysing his positioning.

The hands around the gun shook violently, despite how much their owner tried to stop them. Bryce flinched back against Ohm at the sound of a creak just below them and they both stayed completely still and silent. Their little gun lesson was put on hold. The hitman listened, hearing little creaks and complaints from the house around them. It wasn’t strong enough to hold them all and he wandered just how many it was supporting.

Bryce grit his teeth as Ohm breathed in and out against his chest. The hands on his hips burnt with satisfaction and the blonde couldn’t help but feel like they had to be there, as much as he told himself that was stupid and Ohm was still a hitman, and he was still unpredictable, and they were both going to die before they set foot outside of LA. He silenced his own rambling thoughts.

When Ohm squeezed lightly, Bryce jumped but focused on the words breathed into his hair not the way they made him shudder. “They’re going to come up, find the body and search the room. When they come in here, I will kill them. Then we are going to go downstairs, get one of those cars and go. Stay behind me and stay close. Do not hesitate.”

Bryce resisted the urge to turn and press his mouth back to Ohm’s and instead nodded in the darkness. The older man was close enough to feel the movement. He removed his hands and body, slinking back towards the door and into the darkness. Bryce took a moment to breathe in and out, before moving back toward where the tiniest glimmer of light filtered under the door. He placed himself on the other side, unable to even make out Ohm’s figure in the darkness.

He rested his arm against the cold wall and they both waited like statues.

The sound of the bedroom door creaking open pulled Bryce’s eyes from his feet and he waited. The quietest of curses dropped from someone’s throat. Soft footfalls crossing the room and past the bathroom door. Footfalls of more than one person.

He waited still, his body tensing up more and more like an elastic band being twisted, and twisted, and twisted. He was ready to snap.

More murmuring, too far and too quiet to understand. Bryce picked up a few words like, “fuckers…”, “get that…”, and “look every…”

He pressed the top of the gun to his chest, clenching the handle too tightly.

Bryce counted thirteen seconds before the doorhandle just beside him jittered. Light leaked into their room before suddenly he could see the entirety of their shitty bathroom hiding place. He didn’t have time to examine.

Ohm shot from where we was crouched, sending the first man back against the door and to the ground. He waited half a second before two others jumped into the room, guns ablaze. Ohm spent three shots before he was grabbing at Bryce’s wrist and dragging him out of the room. Blue eyes stayed wide as they looked everywhere but the three bodies he walked over. He didn’t like to think about what he’d stepped on as he rushed from the room and downstairs. The front door crashed open and a woman fell back out of the house dead before she even stepped in.

The gun in Bryce’s hand didn’t need to be used and he only stared at Ohm in a mix of fear and gratitude. He much preferred not shooting it and just pretending the bodies didn’t exist.

He didn’t want to look over his shoulder either. He knew he’d only see bloodied footprints and nothing made him want to vomit more.

“Come on,” Ohm hissed, giving his arm a yank before dropping it completely and leaning out the busted open door. No one else stood outside but two motor bikes stood tall. “Get on.” Bryce nodded hastily, absolutely clueless about driving bikes. He took the helmet, hoping he’d also be able to take it off without holes in it, before settling on the back of the vehicle behind Ohm.

Unsure and more worried than before, he grabbed fistfuls of the hitman’s sweatshirt. Sirens were sounding in the distance and they could hear engines roaring up and down streets and alleys around them.

“Bryce,” Ohm turned slightly, his helmet concealing his expression. His voice was clear enough in his don’t-be-an-idiot tone. “You’re going to want to hold on a bit tighter than that.”

The blonde second-guessed himself, shifting forward as the engine below him revved. His arms curled loosely around Ohm’s waist and the moment they began to move he tightened them with the increasing fear that flooded him. He didn’t want to think of his body flying from the bike and skidding along asphalt.

He didn’t like the idea of becoming street art.

The adrenaline was beginning to sink into Ohm’s lungs as the bike flew between the buildings. He couldn’t help the grimace of a smirk that crawled onto his face, as sickening excitement filled him. He loved the action of city crime life. Being on the run almost constantly and so easily confident in his own ability, he could only laugh.

It was a cold, dry kind of amusement that coated his attitude and seeped through his words but he couldn’t do much to change it as the sound of other small engines started up behind them. Old habits stick. Bryce was too scared to even look back as they found themselves in a windy alley system he thought too complex to even exist.

He tucked his head down, helmet to Ohm’s back, and held on. They were going too fast. Way too fast. It was too risky, they would spin out of control in seconds. They were going to be killed by a fucking motorcycle.

And then they weren’t. Ohm slowed the vehicle down reasonably smoothly before throwing it to the side when both were on their feet. He shot both tires as Bryce shrugged off the helmet (hole-less, thankfully) and looked up at the dead end they’d found themselves at.

A large fence stopped them in their path and Bryce looked at Ohm hopelessly. He was completely unfazed, striding up to it and nodding at the blonde. “C’mere; I’ll boost you.” Ohm saw the untrusting blue glide over the mangled wire and he hardened his stare. “Bryce. No hesitating, come on.”

With a heavy exhale, he stepped up onto the man’s hands and allowed himself to be shoved upwards, grabbing the metal pole and slinging his leg over it. He steadied himself before dropping to the dirt below just before Ohm dropped down beside him.

There was no time to blink in surprise before engines revved closer and the street entrance was blocked off by several dark cars.

Ohm doubted they were there to set up some stalls and he dragged Bryce down the back of the building, stopping to drop down behind some tables on their sides. Bryce crouched down, and the two listened close as stomping shoes spread out around the area.

“Look behind and under everything,” a voice boomed, and the two looked at each other.

Bryce saw confidence and self-assurance in the swirls of silver. They represented the hitman himself: calculated and quick. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to handle himself. He was confident.

Bryce however doubted everything. He doubted himself, his thoughts and feelings and actions. His ability to do what he had to do. Killing someone did not come easy. He was a college student, not a murderer. He doubted Ohm, doubted that he really gave a shit, doubted that he was able to get them out of there, doubted he wouldn’t get sick of the dead weight hanging off his shoulders.

But with approaching footsteps, he didn’t have time for doubts.

“Stay here. Use your gun if you have to, don’t do anything dumb. Yell if you really need to but don’t let them know where you are otherwise.” Ohm thoughtlessly brushed his hand against the blonde’s arm and nodded reassuringly. “Don’t hesitate.”

If you hesitate, they won’t.

Then he was watching Ohm move. Shades were drawn down the backs of old gazebos, concealing the hitman as he snuck further along the edge of the markets.

Ohm had his confidence. He settled behind some crates and peeked through the cracks in the aged wood. He always had a plan, whether it was set out on paper or just spreading as he moved. He knew what he was doing.

That much was for certain.

All he needed was a gun in his hands and he was perfect.

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