𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

our fingers dancing where they meet [z.d]

“well, i’m going to take my leave now,” he muses, popping his neck, darryl makes a disgusted noise, “see you later, bad!” zak leaves the teamspeak before the older man can respond, though he still hears the resounding, “byebye, skeppy!” from the stream.

to be honest, he’s kind of nervous. he trusts darryl with his life, with secrets he wouldn’t want to get out, with everything. and, sure, darryl is his best friend, but they’ve never met in real life, and he can’t help but feel the tiniest bit anxious. you’ve also got to realise that zak’s been in love with darryl for years. the first time they met was because zak trolled him, but they just clicked. people wanted to see more of the two, zak wanted to see more of darryl, and darryl agreed (albeit reluctantly, at first). they’ve interacted with each other for so long that zak doesn’t physically think he can live without the other man for a day, much less risk losing him for loving him.

and so, he’ll keep it bottled up, safe and secure inside of his mind, no matter how much his heart punches against his ribcage, mimicking the drumming sound of thunder, no matter how his cheeks heat up and he always smiles and can’t even fathom not thinking of him, no matter how much it pains him to push the feelings down, he’ll do it anyway.

as long as he can keep darryl by his side, he’ll be happy. he’d do anything for darryl, no matter how big or insignificant it may seem, so maybe this random surprise meet-up will be good for them. maybe it’ll help progress their relationship and strengthen the bond they have with each other, and if there's a moment where zak is positive that darryl might love him back, zak will be able to confess his feelings so the ache in his heart goes away and darryl finally knows how he truly feels.

maybe zak should actually start packing so he can leave soon.

he stands and stretches, back popping from the uncomfortable position he sits in for hours on end, hunched over and slouching, kind of like tommy. christ, even thinking of that kid’s posture makes zak’s back ache. undeterred from completing his recent mission, he shuffles over to his closet, opening the doors and peering in. he probably won’t stay for too long, maybe a couple weeks at the most, but he still would need to prepare in case the horrid florida weather comes back and he’s stuck with badboyhalo as a roommate (heh, imagine all the views that title would generate).

he gets dressed first, since he's not going to leave in a fucking duck onesie, pulling on a plain white t-shirt and a light pink hoodie over it, sliding his legs into a pair of light blue skinny jeans, collapsing on his bed with a soft grunt. he’s probably way too excited about going over to darryl’s, but it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet your internet best friend for the first time ever, and it’s not like he’s just going to throw it away. with a heavy exhale, he sits up and goes back to his closet to pack.

he grabs most of his hoodies and sets them down on his bed, since there’s absolutely no way in hell he’s leaving his house with hardly any of his prized hoodies, moves to find some pants and t-shirts he can casually wear, and stuff them haphazardly into his suitcase. they fill it up rather quickly, and he takes to stuffing them down and zipping up the suitcase, though it takes him a while, since it’s so overstuffed.

what else should he bring with him? he ponders over this for a brief moment, racking his head for the list of stuff he usually takes to meet someone. he’d obviously need his phone charger and a camera to record, as well as extra batteries for the camera, and he can pack that all into another bag, but there’s got to be something he’s missing, right? he’d need to record a video during that time, just to post it and not have his viewers think he died or something, but he can just use darryl’s pc if needed.

huh. maybe he does have everything he needs (except for bad by his side, but that comes later).

he pulls his suitcase off his bed and drags it out of his room, setting it beside the front door, then shuffles to his kitchen to get something small to eat before he leaves. there’s an unopened box of muffins sitting in the counter, and staring at the stupid food product makes his heart ache. it’s bad’s favourite food, he thinks, opening the box and picking one out, the sweet taste of blueberry and sugar sprinkled on top lingering in his mouth as he eats it.