#I love angsty fics like that

[charliemwrites]

Lord help you all this morning I’m feeling like some angst.

We’ll see how I feel when I get home and get some food in me but….

#specifically fuck Simon Riley self sacrificing unilaterally #I love angsty fics like that #where he’s like ‘no it can’t work’ and makes it everyone’s problem #but I’ve decided he hasn’t suffered enough in those fics #play stupid games win stupid prizes

[coolnonsenseworld]

I've heard there are people who don't know what HEX klance is...... so lucky.....

linktr.ee/mezzy

#klance #laith #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #klance fanart #halloween AU #like that was the only thing i wanted to say abt hex #i also totally love how now people interpret it as an angsty fic i dont name because it breaks heart or something #nah i dont share it bc im writing it and i dont think it should be advertised tbh #but also on the other hand..... i cant shut up about it #so this were we are rn you could say its a..... hex situation ehehehe #anyway #have a great week guys

[milksnake-tea]

good morning reaper kissers i bestow upon you amnesia angst

"Sorry, do I know you?"

Instantly, something behind those red eyes shatters. The stranger's hand stills, and for a moment, time ceased to exist. Inside, you see blood welling from the cracks, a healed heart cut open once more. His mouth opens and closes, again and again, but no words find his tongue.

Your heart squeezes. Already, you want to take your words back, to throw away all reason and embrace this stranger and tell him that everything is alright. But your body refuses to move, frozen on the empty street.

You don't know this man.

That is something you know for sure. No matter how much your heart may weep, no matter how badly it screams at you to comfort the white-haired stranger, to love him, you yourself have no recollection of him.

And so you stand there, staring at the man you've forgotten.

"I..."

He stutters. He hesitates. He curls back, back into his shell. You don't know why, but you hate the tears forming in his eyes, glistening like pools of water.

Your hand reaches towards him, but you pull it back.

"I'm sorry." You step back.

He shakes his head, his gaze dropping. "Don't... Don't be. I should be the one apologizing."

Despite his calm facade, his voice quivers. His shoulders shake, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. Again, your heart screams, twisting at the mere sound of him.

"No, it's okay," you say, your voice soft in an attempt to ease his worries. "That person, they must mean a lot to you."

Broken eyes meet yours once more.

"They... were everything."

You can't help but think he meant to say something else.

Bleeding red burns into your irises, expecting something, anything that would indicate - even by the smallest bit - that "you" were still there.

But you could never give him what he wanted.

You try for a smile. "Well, I hope you find them."

He doesn't answer to that. Grief swirls in his eyes in a whirlpool of mourning, trying to pull you into them, trying to pull you back.

But something keeps you from diving in.

Your feet move on their own. By the time you finally come to, you've already left him.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

#a date with death #a date with death x reader #casper #grim reaper #grim reaper x reader #casper x reader #x reader #y/n #reader insert #sorry this like shoved itself into my mind and i had to get it out immediately #I DO HAVE ANOTHER DWD (do we have an acronym this names game long af) FIC IN THE MAKING THO !!! thats hopefully not as angsty #anyways heres my first offering to the reaper kissers love yall

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

#my boyfriend #HUESGH my boyfriend i love him #if you think hes ooc you dont know him like i do soz🫶🏾 #want him to comfort me #he’s the best bf ever #i would know we’ve been dating for 6 years now #this is kinda sloppy n messy but its okay i like it anyways #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #i love my boyfriend #my boyfriend my one and only my beau my one my all #Might write a reverse comfort fic i like making him a whine snivelling miserable little man #You’ve been warned angsty bitches its ur turn now #i add waayy to many tags huh😭😭 #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou drabble #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x oc

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

#i swear half of you don't fucking think. #what makes you think it's okay or “angsty” to write fics about suffering like that #especially without nuance?? or any understanding of the ramifications #its one thing to write about it being integrated into his past #but it's another thing to write it as an *in the moment* thing #especially if you're writing it to portray him being bought again -- who gives a shit if the reader “saves” him or “treats him nicely” #that's still a perpetuation of the cycle of abuses #like it's still already brain dead of hoyoverse to write about the suffering of POC by using a fair skinned blonde man #but come on #i thought we were better than this?? #like yeahh #dont get me wrong - i love aventurine and his development. the writing is amazing despite how bad form using very white features #to portray a real race of color and it's suffering (the romani) #but you guys. come the fuck on #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #i know it's “NOT THAT SEROUS” because it's a fictional game but im still putting tags for racism and slavery bro. wtf y'all #tw racism #tw slavery #random talk

[yuri-is-online]

Ace friend zoning himself is funny, especially since he's tried getting Yuu to share a bed with him before.

OK listen Ace does make some effort. He asks Yuu to share a bed not once, but TWICE, he goes over alone without Deuce to watch horror movies with them, and I still can't get over his line about leveling up making it easier to protect "a certain magicless someone :p"

But like. He could just be a really touchy, whiny friend. He's not an idiot, he knows he's just some guy and your... yuu. You mean everything to him but it's not like he means everything to you. In his mind he's competing with Malleus, your home world, all the other freshmen, and people he hasn't even met yet so why would you choose him? Sure he'd vote for himself in a heartbeat but... he isn't you. And as well as you know someone there's always room for error, what scares Ace more than seeing you with someone else is losing you completely.

So yeah. He's friendzoning himself. Because the person he is best at lying to has always been himself.

#<3 asks #ace and yuu #ace trappola x reader #aceyuu #that got sort of angsty huh #uhhh anyway in this fic he'd be wrong because yuu is also real down bad #i love aceyuu sm it's like top 3 yuu ships for me

[liauditore]

cw// implied character death, double life nonsense

because you are love itself.

#my art #trafficblr #double life #divorce quartet #<-- insane about how scott killed pearl in limlife. #this comic has been sitting unfinished in my files for a good month its def not finished to my usual quality but god it needed to be done #so uh scott... yeah. i like villain scott but not pure evil scott. i like a scott whos scared of being loved and manipulates others to spar #himself the pain. i like a scott who ditched pearl because their friendship was actually becoming real and when the server gods confirmed i #with DL he freaked out a bit and ran off. #ofc u can interpret this comic however u want but i was just thinking way too hard abt smajhor #i feel like often ppl get divided into scott did nothing wrong vs scott is pure evil alot of the time #which is understandable cus like i said with fanart/fic u only have so much space to show someones personality #but idk i like him all angsty. like i know im a bad person but to keep myself safe i need to keep being like this. #hes so blorbo *puts him in a blender* #i hate him *wraps him up in a blanket and takes him home* #cw implied death #cw implied violence #scott #pearl

[firstofficerkittycat]

i need to find that fic where kirk and spock were in iowa in the middle of winter and spock insisted on going out to help him run errands and fell in the snow and got hypothermia and kirk ran him a bath to warm him up and then it turned out spock was actually having a great time and hgave himself hypothermia on purpose just to get jim to takw a bath with him because he is a masochist

#it was literally old married spirk too which made it so much more iconic like he was not being angsty he just lives for the drama #this is prolly not how the fic actually went and i am remembering my hc of it i think maybe it was more along the lines of like #spock was like u were working hard and i couldnt just ask u to relax cus u dont listen. i think thats how it went #which i love #but also if u asked him to take a bath with u he just wouldve said yes like thats not the same as saying take a break #he has watched u die of radiation poisoning he would literally never not take a bath with u babe #spirk #fanfic #coldspockcore #spock getting hypothermia was my 1 and only fic genre of them for such a long time #i think of her

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive said it before and i'll say it again, saiki kusuo will never ever be the one to make the first moves in a relationship... i dont care WHO hes dating or likes, if its the most traditionally feminine girl who wants to be romanced or the most pathetic loser guy, you could not convince him to confess first, kiss first, even TOUCH or TALK TO first, if you held him at fucking gunpoint with no way of escape.. youll have to shoot him, cuz hes NOT doing it..

the fact that some of you guys DONT see saiki as the pathetic stubborn loser that he is is literally ASTONISHING.

#god i love him hes so fucking lame its actually crazy #the ONLY scenarios i can see where saiki confesses first- #are like terribly angsty scenarios where its basically forced out of him #cough cough the fic im currently writing cough cough sorry #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #meows post

[potatobugz]

*picks you up and dips u in a vat of acid*

#south park #sp #pip pirrup #pip pirrip #damien thorn #dip #sp dip #dip is one of those sjips that i only enjoy if its outside of the canon . show if that makes sense #cuz otherwise like they were only in one episode 2gether and damien like. hated him #but *thinks about them anyways* #i mean as in. i only like it in rlly specific circumstances otheriwse id be indifferent toward it #these all mainly came about cuz im writing a damien and pip friendship fic thing #cuz id like to explore their dynamic actually (and also I WANT PIP TO BE HAPPY) #anyways i rewatched 'Damien' (the episode) so i could characterize him right and like honestly thats gotta be my fav episode in s1 #its fuckin hilarious #also DAMIEN MADE A CAMEO IN A LATER EOISODE AS LIKE A LITTLE EASTER EGG. HE WAS ON SUPER NANNY. LIEK THE TV SHOW #KM CRYING ITS FUCKING AMAZING #i love damien like ppl characterize him as being pissed off all the time and while yea technically true #he feels a lot more. immature to me #hes literally like an angsty little kid and the onyl reason he set pip on fire was to impress the 'cool kids' one might say #cuz hes weird and no one liked him #but i like him. #his weirdness is captivating #damien meeting the lame loser kid that he doesnt like and befriending him cuz they actually have a lot in common #(and damien is very very lonely) #also pip deserves a good cry honest to god #i want. him to be happy. nyow #i want damien 2 be happy too tbh #potatart

[redpenship]

Tails, after accidentally hurting someone with his claws: I'm a danger to the people around me; an animal fated by nature harm others. I am going to wear four layers of gloves so this never happens again

Sonic, whose entire backside is covered in quills sharp enough to pierce metal: sorry bro that must be terrible

#does anyone else think like this when they see angsty posts/fics about tails claws #i love those though i just imagine sonics perspective sometimes and laugh #redposts

[resurrectedcrowgod]

The severe lack of toa apollo angst fics is criminal

#Please I am starved #I crave apollo angst #His regret for his actions in godhood #And when he becomes a god again the wish to be human #With the people he loves #The man is so angsty come on #Genuinely like half of the fics with the tags I'm looking through are percy/artemis or some shit #No love for the sad little angsty man #lester papadopoulos #the trials of apollo #toa #toa apollo

[crazylittlejester]

i’m giving all of you who enabled me to spread my Brown Haired Wars agenda last night a little kiss on the forehead

In honor of the OVERWHELMING number of y’all who enabled me, here’s more about my headcanon:

- His hair is naturally a fairly dark brown and it’s got some curl to it, but he straightens it to the best of his ability (it still looks a bit wavy) and dyes it blond

- I headcanon he comes from a small farming village and had to force himself to adapt to city life VERY quickly when he joined the army, dyeing his hair helped him feel more like he belonged

- Another reason he dyes his hair is because of “beauty standards” and because he felt like he didn’t look enough like The Hero (most of the other great heros were all blond, same with the princesses, so he dyed his hair to fit in and feel more like he could be like them)

- He feels like he’s supposed to be this beautiful heroic figure because a WAR was started over him (HELEN OF TROY PARALLEL, SOMEONE REMIND ME TO MAKE A WHOLE POST ON THIS LATER), and he felt like if he didn’t at least LOOK the part that his men and soldiers would betray him because they wouldn’t find him worthy anymore, because he’s literally just a Nobody from Nowhere, why WOULD they follow him? (because he’s a lovable, kind idiot, that’s why, wars, they LOVE YOU-)

- I think he wears makeup for a similar reason to cover skin imperfections, freckles, scarring, and the dark shadows under his eyes

- I think by the time the journey with the other eight heroes rolls around, hes relaxed about it a bit but still dyes his hair and wears eyeliner because hes just used to it at this point and he still feels like its tied to his status as a hero

- also he’d DIE before he let the others know he’s not a born and raised city boy

At some point i need to get my crap together and draw him 🫶🫶🫶

#*holding him out like a little guy* i just think hes neat #i love him dearly so of COURSE i have to shove my angsty headcanons onto him #wars my beloved #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #lu wars #lu warriors #warriors linked universe #linked universe warriors #hyrule warriors de #jes talks #jes fic #jes headcanons

[lotus-pear]

You've gave us domestic knkdz hcs now im asking for the angst one (im allergic to happiness)

oh? bet.

• the tragic knowledge of dazai sustaining mortal wounds on precarious missions and kunikida being unable to use his ability for first-aid and staunch the flow from the wound because any notebook-manifested bandages will simply turn to bloodied pieces of paper the moment they come into contact with his skin.

• kunikida mentions that in his earliest missions he would cry for days and be unable to come to work when people he was unable to save died. at low points like these, dazai would directly confront him and tell him he could not save everyone, no matter how much effort he put in--it was the inherent nature of the world. conversations like these led kunikida to take greater action instead of mourning.

• kunikida also says he visits the graves of those who died on missions, as a way of honoring them and being unable to save them. although dazai does not share this guilt, he will accompany him as they silently stand together in the graveyard. more often than not, they each bring flowers to lay at the tombstones.

• dazai seeing kunikida as the ultimate culmination of oda, both through preservation of ideals in a cruel society that seems hellbent on destroying them, and also intrinsically one of the only people that has any moral justness in a corrupt world. one of the reasons he likely latches so hard onto kunikida. the initial grief from oda's death was likely in the back of his mind...only to bittersweetly resurface when he sees him again in partner. he was enamoured from the start.

• kunikida learning about dazai being port mafia would not turn him away because of the atrocities he committed and the people he murdered. more likely, he would be shocked about the things dazai was forced to do. he would look at dazai in pity, not disgust.

#don't have much for angst unfortunately but yea asagiri should rly stay true to his promise and make them suffer together #if anybody has angsty knkdz fics hit up my asbox or dms i would love to read those #read a rly good one that my friend dropped at my feet today and i've been craving more like a horrible addiction #lotus’s asks

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

#omg i went to tag this obikin and then realized that it's like #only obikin implied #it's finally a canon compliant until the last scene of rots fic from me :0 #anyway #obikin #fuck it it felt weird lol it's the fic where obi-wan decides to raise luke #and talks to him to keep from going insane in the first few months after the war ends #because he's a baby so he wont be able to repeat or remember anything #so obi-wan can just get a whole lot off of his chest #and then luke sort of vaguely remembers that obi-wan is in love with his dad later #not because he ever said it but because he felt all that love in the force as a baby #the last angsty thing i write for february!!

[vigilvntes]

OK here’s my angsty but also soft scenario:

Everybody on the team knows Adrian has feelings for you. Chris teases him all the time about how you are never gonna feel the same way. Nobody knows that you’ve been secretly dating for months.

 The team goes on what should be a routine mission, but everything goes horribly wrong and you find yourselves fighting for your lives. Adrian does everything he can to protect you, and in the process gets seriously injured.

He hast to go to the hospital, and even with his accelerated healing. It seems like he’s going to die.

You completely break down, and from your reaction it’s pretty obvious that you and Adrian are more than friends. You’d be upset if any of them were hurt, but not like this.

Anyway, you spend every day by Adrian side at the hospital, talking to him, begging for him to come back to you, telling him that you love him. It’s the first time you’ve told him that.

It takes a few weeks, but thanks to his accelerated healing. Adrian does get better in the first thing he does when he wakes back up is tell you that he loves you too.

YEAHHHH THATS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE INJECT ITTTTT

bonus points if everyone is under the impression that you hate adrian. like you constantly bicker with each other and everyone just kinda thinks that you're being fr and you can't stand his ass and that adrian is only bickering with you because he has a huge crush on you and it's the only speck of attention he gets from you. idk i think he would think it's kinda funny that the two of you argue with each other when you're with the team, and they constantly tease him and tell him that there's no chance in hell you'd ever give him a chance because you clearly hate him ... and then he gets to go home and kiss your face off and giggle about how DUMB the team are for not knowing.

so when you hear emilia tell the team over comms that adrian is down, and you rush over to him with literally no thoughts in your head other than to be with him and help him despite the chaos around you, everyone is kinda confused. when the fight is over and you're sobbing over his unconscious body, begging him to wake up and come back to you while leota drags you away so chris can pick him up and get him some help asap ... they're even more confused. except emilia. she has her "holy shit" moment right then and there but refrains from saying anything because there's more important matters at hand. she has to drive your boyfriend to the hospital before you wage war against anyone and everyone that had a part to play in his death, should that happen.

so at the hospital, you're pacing around, biting your nails, shaking. you haven't stopped crying since you saw him on the ground, blood pooling from the wound to his side. you're injured too, but every time the doctors try to treat your wounds you tell them they can't, not until you know adrian is, at the very least, alive. it's at this point that chris just can't seem to help himself. he's upset too – that's his best friend for(n)ever, but you HATE him. or so he thought. so he'll straight up ask why you're being so fucking WEIRD. why you're acting like you're in love with him, or some shit. your sad grimace, emilia's death glare, and leota and economous' (who realised on the drive to the hospital) look that says 'dude, come on??' quickly catches him up on the situation. confirms that you are, in fact, in love with adrian.

the doctors tell you that he's alive, and it's only then that you allow yourself to be treated. your wounds are surface only, easy enough to patch up, and even though you're discharged you spend almost every single day in the hospital by adrian's side, talking to him, telling him that you love him and that it should've been you and not him. some days you're forced to go home by chris or emilia, with you promising that you'll sleep (you won't) and the two of them promising that they'll stay by his side. it's on one of those days that adrian wakes up, and you're grateful that your mind won't allow you to fall asleep when you get a phone call from leota at 3am telling you he's awake.

you're still in your pyjamas when you turn up at the hospital, having literally jumped out of bed and into your car to drive over. when you rush into his hospital room, a strained, tired, dumbass grin spreads across his lips and he greets you with a 'hey, fuckhead'. you burst into tears then and there and he immediately tries to get out of the hospital bed to comfort you but emilia yells at him and tells him to sit the fuck back down before she leaves the two of you to it.

fluff ensues. back and forth i love you's. 'if you think this is bad, you shoulda seen the other guy. no– babe, it was so cool. i hit him over the head with his own hammer before he stabbed me. then i stabbed him with his own knife. double whammy.' chris turns up and questions both of you on when the fuck you stopped hating each other and started fucking instead?????????

anyway 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #ughhhh i love this shit #like angsty fluff where one of them gets injured #INJECT ITTTT #i might write this into a full fic #it's been done many many times #but i feel like i need to join in on the trope #adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #christopher smith