meet me in amsterdam - a collection

(a) mr.loverman

au/non-canon - PLEASE THIS IS NON-CANON

pairing: oikawa/iwaizumi x reader

summary: they're tired. each year, on the same day, they become even more tired. they don't want to continuously be doing this, but it's the least they can do for him.

genre: ANGST, STRAIGHT ANGST, DARK ANGST :') IM SORRY

a/n: yes, i'm aware this song practically BELONGS to ash and eiji, but i needed to like fuel my need of writing more angst idk, but i hope you enjoy. (also i swear if you listen to the song and read, it hurts like ten times more :)))

WARNINGS: d*ath, mentioned d*ath by su*c*de, brief mention of alc*h*l and intoxication, mention of s*f h*rm c*ts, overall dark and depressing chapter.

I'm headed straight for the floor

The alcohol served its tour

And it's headed straight for my skin

Leaving me daft and dim

despite being slightly intoxicated, the pain didn't leave him. oikawa grit his teeth as he looked at the bottle that was just an inch away from being empty. he didn't drink it all by himself, although he wished he did, it was almost empty due to past use. in fact, oikawa couldn't even remember the last time he had drunk alcohol. it was the first time in a while.

however, as much as he hoped, no amount of alcohol could fix him and his broken heart.

"let's go," iwaizumi whispered, sober and pulling oikawa up by his underarms.

if it weren't for the stable hold iwaizumi had on him, oikawa would've headed straight to their wooden floor. his feet stumbled as he walked and iwaizumi had to help him put on his coat.

the sun was barely above the horizon, setting an orange hue to fall through their quiet town. iwaizumi climbed into the driver's seat and oikawa followed into the lassenger.

they both settled for silence.

I've got this shake in my legs

Shaking the thoughts from my head

But who put these waves in the door?

I crack and out I pour

his fingers were nervously picking at his ripped jeans, biting his quivering lip while he tried to calm down his shaking leg. it was annoying, going up and down and releasing a rhytmic noise whenever his heel met the car's floor.

by the way iwaizumi's hand tightened around the wheel, he knew his anxious shaking wasn't helping his best friend's case.

but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his own body from going into a wild, uncontrollable fit. he tried distracting himself by watching the passing houses, but that only made his state even worse when they drove by m/n's old house.

he bit into his knuckle when he felt tears flood his eyes once again. it could have been the alcohol that made him more emotional, but he doubted it. he was bound to break some time in their car ride.

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I'm Mr. Loverman

Oh and I miss my lover