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he’s pouting because he hasn’t gotten a single birthday kiss
ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ..
❝… hey… wow… um… amazing, right…? that… i actually made it; i’m a year older… so much has changed that i wish i could tell you about… erm, well, i-i mean, i know i probably don’t need to tell you, since i know you’ve already probably been watchin’ over me, making sure i’m okay and all, y’know… like you always said you would… b-but still it’s so much to wrap my head around when thinking back… that i’ve come so far. i’m so different now. i’m… heh… each day i keep getting these offers for new choices, new paths, new adventures, and each day i become something different.
it’s made me someone so much more from who i was eighteen years ago. from who i was ten years ago. i was so lost then. i-i can’t… i can’t say i’m not still lost now… but i’ve at least found parts of myself, and pieced myself together to the point where i’ve at least… found some sort of point to all of this… and i’ve made it… i-i….,❞ he takes a moment to pause and squeeze his eyes shut, words bundling in his throat as he struggles to keep himself composed, why does he keep trying? who is he impressing by holding back his tears. ❝i wish you were here… if you were still here now… i hope you’d be proud of me… b-because i… i’m proud of myself.❞
nishinoya inhales unevenly, lifting a hand to finally wipe his cheeks free of his tears that were freshly spilling over the caked on layers, before sighing and placing both hands to the blanket he sat upon. after standing and folding the bedding, hastily shoving it into his backpack did noya set a single candle upon the tombstone, feet pressing together as he bowed his head in respect.
feeling tears begin to swell in his eyes, expression pinching and the corners of his mouth pulling down intensely as he tried to hold himself back, a quiet cry leaving him the burning filled his chest, the desire to cry and to let himself come undone was so overbearing, but he couldn’t make himself, he didn’t want to let himself break down again… yet as each warm memory of her touched his thoughts and his heart, he found it harder to keep denying it. fists curling into his chests as his brows knit together and his knees bend, body curling into itself as he shakily sobs out, droplets staining his cheeks and dripping from the tip of his nose, broken cries tearing from his chest with each exhale.
it felt as if an eternity had passed as nishinoya stood in front of the stone, but as his energy slowly drained and his head tilted back, body tired and exhausted from the emotional strain, he noticed that the sun had only just barely begun to rise, fog still dancing, twirling around each gravestone gracefully and somberly. a thick swallow- ah, shit, great, now i’m congested, - and noya used both hands to smear away his tears, keeping his face hidden to his palms for a good minute before letting his arms go limp and almond orbs falling to the picture that rest upon the tombstone. lips curl sweetly, a smile finding its way to his face, and noya raises two fingers to his mouth, kissing his fingertips and guiding them down to the picture, tapping the woman’s lips as he pulled his backpack up onto his shoulders.
❝i love you, mom. my birthday just isn’t the same without you here.❞
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attack hugging them
falling asleep on or next to them
giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had
holding their hand for the first time
hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it
hugging them way too tightly
kissing their forehead or cheek
kissing their neck
kissing them softly on the lips
playfully whacking them with a pillow
sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck
surprise kissing them
telling them they love them for the first time
tickling them
waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair
its the simple things in life
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“Did you half ass this, Noya?”
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❝ next time we make love, kiyoko-san, would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞
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When I look up at the stars, they look back at me. It seems we are both the same; made of stardust and shimmering hope.
When the Stars Look Back at Me// A.S. (via cervivial)
Memes
jealous / possessive meme
“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ why is she/he calling you? ”
“ do they know we’re together? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”
“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”
“ i know you were with her/him ”
“ you belong to me ”
“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”
“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”
“im NOT jealous ”
“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”
“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”
“ you’re too good for her/him ”
“is there someone else?”
“ you were flirting with them ”
“ they were flirting with you ”
“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”
“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”
“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”
“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”
Being told not to laugh only made it worse, Nishinoya. He lets out a hearty laugh, only to scoop the younger into his arms and hug him tight.
“S-Sorry, it’s just–it doesn’t really make a difference to me, it’s still your birthday. ‘M not even a fan of Naruto…”
of course he can’t stay fully upset with the others teasing, a sigh of defeat leaving him as he sunk into his embrace, curling up like he was made to fit perfectly in asahi’s arm.
“heh, yeah, yeah, i know...”
Realistic Depression/Mental Illness Starter Sentences
“You can at least pretend to be happy.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone what you were going through?” “You did this to yourself?” “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? What got you in such a state?” “Do you need help? Professional help?” “Well, to me it just looks like you’re being lazy.” “You can’t be afraid of everything. I bet you’re just doing this to be interesting.” “Why do you always want to have all the attention? Everyone gets depressed. Get over it.” “You’re going to have to get over yourself sometime soon. You can’t just sit around doing nothing forever.” “You just take some meds and it’s gone, right? Don’t be so difficult.” “You’re trying to tell me you’re one of those crazy people? Don’t be ridiculous, you’re fine!” “You look much better today! Are you feeling better?” “Why have you been hiding this for years?” “You could’ve told me you felt like this.” “Trust me, I hate myself more than you do, so yelling at me really isn’t going to change anything!” “Do you ever think of, you know, ending it…? You need to be honest with me.” “Stop making everything about you all the time. You’re so selfish.” “Is there anything you don’t have difficulty with? You’re being so precious.” “I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.” “I can tell you you’re not alone, because I’ve felt like this too.” “You’re being so hard on yourself.” “I don’t know why I do it. The pain just stops me from feeling so empty for a while.” “You tried to kill yourself…? When?! Oh god…” “I don’t think I will get better. I felt the same five years ago and I’ve spoken to plenty of therapists in the meantime. I think it’s just a part of who I am.” “What are you feeling?” “Don’t give me that. I give myself a hard enough time already. Harder than you could possibly imagine so PLEASE just leave me alone.” “I know there’s nothing I can say to make it better, so maybe you should just let me hug you for a while?”
IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY WONDERFUL SON
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“Fuck off.” “Fuck this.” “Fuck that.” “Fuck me.” “Fuck you.” “Fuck everything.” “Let’s fuck.” “Fucking hell.” “Fuck.”
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ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ..
❝… hey… wow… um… amazing, right…? that… i actually made it; i’m a year older… so much has changed that i wish i could tell you about… erm, well, i-i mean, i know i probably don’t need to tell you, since i know you’ve already probably been watchin’ over me, making sure i’m okay and all, y’know… like you always said you would… b-but still it’s so much to wrap my head around when thinking back… that i’ve come so far. i’m so different now. i’m… heh… each day i keep getting these offers for new choices, new paths, new adventures, and each day i become something different.
it’s made me someone so much more from who i was eighteen years ago. from who i was ten years ago. i was so lost then. i-i can’t… i can’t say i’m not still lost now… but i’ve at least found parts of myself, and pieced myself together to the point where i’ve at least… found some sort of point to all of this… and i’ve made it… i-i….,❞ he takes a moment to pause and squeeze his eyes shut, words bundling in his throat as he struggles to keep himself composed, why does he keep trying? who is he impressing by holding back his tears. ❝i wish you were here… if you were still here now… i hope you’d be proud of me… b-because i… i’m proud of myself.❞
nishinoya inhales unevenly, lifting a hand to finally wipe his cheeks free of his tears that were freshly spilling over the caked on layers, before sighing and placing both hands to the blanket he sat upon. after standing and folding the bedding, hastily shoving it into his backpack did noya set a single candle upon the tombstone, feet pressing together as he bowed his head in respect.
feeling tears begin to swell in his eyes, expression pinching and the corners of his mouth pulling down intensely as he tried to hold himself back, a quiet cry leaving him the burning filled his chest, the desire to cry and to let himself come undone was so overbearing, but he couldn’t make himself, he didn’t want to let himself break down again… yet as each warm memory of her touched his thoughts and his heart, he found it harder to keep denying it. fists curling into his chests as his brows knit together and his knees bend, body curling into itself as he shakily sobs out, droplets staining his cheeks and dripping from the tip of his nose, broken cries tearing from his chest with each exhale.
it felt as if an eternity had passed as nishinoya stood in front of the stone, but as his energy slowly drained and his head tilted back, body tired and exhausted from the emotional strain, he noticed that the sun had only just barely begun to rise, fog still dancing, twirling around each gravestone gracefully and somberly. a thick swallow- ah, shit, great, now i’m congested, - and noya used both hands to smear away his tears, keeping his face hidden to his palms for a good minute before letting his arms go limp and almond orbs falling to the picture that rest upon the tombstone. lips curl sweetly, a smile finding its way to his face, and noya raises two fingers to his mouth, kissing his fingertips and guiding them down to the picture, tapping the woman’s lips as he pulled his backpack up onto his shoulders.
❝i love you, mom. my birthday just isn’t the same without you here.❞
