Summary: Arat is throwing a party and Simon is throwing innuendo your way.
Warnings: Swearing. Cheesy lines. Brief mentions of death.
A/N - I haven’t written fanfic for years so I’m slightly rusty. Also, this did start out as @simons-thirst-squad‘s
P for Pen prompt but the story swiftly ran away from that but it is
coming next.I’ll be looking at continuing this on if people are
interested, so let me know your thoughts and if you want me to tag you
I hope i’m not allergic
to the things that make me cry
i still want to hug
what brings a tear to my eye
i don’t want to avoid
the stuff that makes me sniff
i don’t wish to separate
my self from those
that make me blow my nose
i rather keep in reach
rather be able to touch
the cause of my distress
i’d rather keep close
the active ingredient
of my tear ducts
you that generates
the longing and the mist
that i clear from my face
with gently fastened fists
i hope i’m not allergic
to you who makes me itch
it’s just gone six am and you’re tired. too tired to be bothered to look down at your phone which is ringing next to you. too tired to even open your eyes and check whether it’s sunny outside.
no one ever called at six so you know it must be important. a family member or friend perhaps, someone in need on sunday at six am when no one else bothered to ring. you should answer. you know you should open your eyes and answer the phone but there’s a pounding in your head and it makes you feel worse.
but that’s the problem. at the back of your mind somewhere you know exactly what day it is and that’s why you don’t want to get up. someone might not have got the message that today was no longer a celebration. someone might have forgotten.
but you answer it anyway, knowing its the best thing to do. lest we forget the way you don’t open your eyes and instead just press the answer button from memory, trying to adjust your tired mind to the setting around you. your mumbled hello isn’t pleasant in any way but it will do.
‘h-hey. i didn’t think that you’d answer.’
you have to wait a moment because you’re close to slamming the phone down and turning it off for the next few years. your eyes are very much open now and the only thing you can see is red. but he’s one step ahead of you and knows how you’ll react in any situation.
‘don’t hang up please,’ he mumbles. it’s a mix of languages he speaks and that gives up him away. he’s drunk, maybe as much as you were last night, and that means he knows. ‘can you talk? please? i’ve missed your voice so much.’
junhui knows exactly what today is. he wouldn’t call otherwise, he probably wouldn’t even drink knowing him. that really was the problem; you knew him too well and you should have expected him to call. ‘don’t call this number again.’
‘wait, please,’ he almost begs. he sounds desperate but you can’t put behind you all the phone calls you had with him sounding the exact same. it’s all just.. double standards.
‘do you know what today is?’ you ask solemnly. you shouldn’t be wasting even a breath on him. you should be enjoying your weekend, what was left of it anyway, with the netflix account that was still under your joint name.
he’s silent and you don’t really know how to take it. you wish he’d just be straight with you but this is junhui who couldn’t even tell you if he wanted to be with you without you begging him to give you an answer. you should expect it but you don’t. maybe it’s because over the two months he hasn’t spoken with you, you’d started to forget him.
‘our anniversary,’ junhui tells you. you can hear him sigh but it doesn’t make up for all the times he’s made you do the exact same thing. is that him crying? you shouldn’t care but you do. too much. it hurts too much. ‘i-it would be our anniversary. but i… i ruined it for us, huh?
it’s too much to just say yes to him, so you hum. ‘i believe it might have been a joint effort.’
‘you never hurt me like i hurt you.’
you think that maybe he’s doing it to be spiteful. get back at you for all the times that you’d called him out and made him look like a fool in front of his friends for all the dates he’d stood up and all the times he’d blanked you because darling i’m too busy, can i call back later?
but the sob that he throws at you is real. so real it makes you want to cry yourself - all the emotions from before are coming back to you and it hurts even more. ‘everyday i wake up without you i realise that i lost the best thing to ever happen to me.’
‘you’re drunk, junhui,’ you try to tell him. you don’t want him to regret this call when he comes around from the state he’s in. god knows you’ll regret it too.
‘i love it when you say my name, you know? it makes me feel loved,’ he says. it’s painful. your chest itches and you want to be with him. you miss him but you can’t admit it. things have changed. ‘i don’t want to spend another day without you. what else can i say? i never knew how much i needed you until you were gone.’
god i hated that video being passed around so much too, like just from that one segment i can think of like 3 design flaws for a tutorial. It's just not well done
watching it makes me itch its so bad.
you can press down to duck! but we’ll ‘teach’ you this completely out of context so you have no idea what the point of this is and never learn to associate it with specific in game actions!
did you know holding down ‘a’ lets you jump higher? to demonstrate the variability of jump height here are two blocks: one of which you cannot get over with this skill no matter what because its too high :) :) :)
Notes: HERE YA GO
As cliché as it sounds, you really weren’t expecting anything to happen tonight. It was Friday night, so naturally you decided to put on your pajamas and read a good book.
And that’s where you were
Until he walked in.
Digger Harness: a friend. He visited you once in a while when he wasn’t committing a crime or being imprisoned for said crime. The Australian had peeked your interest, for some unexplained reason.
“Hey sexy!” He said as he walked in, sipping a beer and you looked up and rolled your eyes at his strewn demeanor.
“You look like crap Dig’.” You reply. He looked down and rolled his eyes.
“Nah, just a little rudged. Adds to my bad-boy look, dontcha think?” He asks, posing and you roll your eyes before you realize he’s limping and you spring up.
“Are you okay?” You ask, worried.
“Nothing Sheila, just a flesh wound.” He shrugs but as he sits beside you, you yank up his pant leg to see his leg’s flesh red and bleeding badly.
“Flesh wound huh?” You ask as you run to get the first aid kit before going to help his injury.
“Really Doll, I’m fine.” He says.
“Fine my ass. You know I should toss you on the street? If I had a nickle everytime you came to me with an injury and brushed it off, Id be rich.” You began to ramble. “I’m not even going to ask what the hell happened, but you’re probably lucky to be alive and have this limb intac-”
“ Babe!” Digger cut you off and you looked up only for him to slam his lips onto yours. You squeak in surprise before leaning into the warm feeling spreading from your lips to the remaining parts of your being. Suddenly though, he pulls away.
“Please shut up.” He says, a smirk playing at his lips and soon, a smirk of your own itchs onto your face.