#falling out

[hairmetal666]

Steve and Eddie.

Eddie and Steve.

After Vecna, they're inseparable. They share a bed. Always. Twine their legs together and sleep close. No reason to pretend they don't need each other when they so obviously do.

Eddie loves him. He knows it's stupid. Doesn't know how to protect his heart when Steve is everything.

Spring fades into summer, and between nights spent with entangled limbs, Eddie starts to see more in Steve's hazel eyes; soft fondness and gentle care, a flash of heat. Their physical affection goes beyond casual touches--arms around waists, fingers on hips, faces nuzzling against necks, kisses pressed into hair.

It feels like they have all the time in the world, but Robin asks Steve to move to Indy and Steve never mentions it. Eddie pretends like the silence doesn't hurt. They've only ever been just friends, after all.

Then, one night, "I'm moving to Indy."

"Okay, yeah." Eddie tries to keep his voice even, the tears from spilling. it was always a mistake, falling for Steve Harrington.

"Come with me?" Steve's hands are clenched in the duvet.

"I'm moving to New York." He had no plans until this very moment.

Steve falls quiet. "That's nice, Eddie. That's--yeah, you should do that, if it's what you want."

He nods. Ignores the lump in his throat. "Maybe I can really be somebody."

Steve smiles. Eddie's not sure why it looks so sad. "You'll knock 'em dead, Ed."

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They stay friends, of course they do. There's phone calls and visits, and it's not the same, but it's still good.

Eddie tries to get over him. He does. There are dates, men, possibility. But they're not Steve.

Steve meets a girl--nice, pretty, wealthy--the kind of girl made for a King. It sticks. Eddie likes her. And nobody needs to know that he cries himself to sleep, thinking of what might have been.

The invitation comes in the mail. He throws it in the garbage without a thought, before standing against his counter, knuckles going white where he's gripping into the laminate. Tries to remind himself to keep breathing around the shattering of his heart.

He's not going. Knows he can't take it.

Then, a phone call.

"I'm getting married," Steve says.

"Yeah, just got the invite. Congrats!" Bile in his throat threatens to choke him.

"Will you--you'll stand up there with me?"

Eddie smacks his head repeatedly against the wall. "Of course," is the only possible answer.

---

The wedding is fine. During the ceremony, he tries not to listen to the vows, keeps his eyes on Robin's back and never, ever on Steve. He drinks through the reception. Knows it's too much, knows he's losing control. Can't take watching Steve dance with his new bride, so he sneaks out a side door into an alley, lighting his last cigarette. The nicotine barely hits his lungs before a scuffle of feet interrupts his moment.

"Can I get in on that?" Steve asks.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, handing over the cigarette. "What're you doing out here?"

"Haven't really talked to you at all today."

"Well. You've been a little busy." He means it to be a joke but it falls very flat, his bitterness too close to the surface.

Steve exhales a cloud of smoke. "Yeah. Didn't realize weddings were so much work."

Eddie doesn't know what to say, so they fall into silence, passing the smoke back and forth until it burns down to the filter.

"You happy?" Eddie asks. Doesn't think he meant to, doesn't want the answer.

"Ed..."Steve swallows.

"So, yes," he chuckles. It's the most hollow thing he's ever heard.

"It's just--It's normal, you know?"

And it's like Steve punched him, to know they never could've been because Eddie--being with Eddie--would never be normal.

"Right, of course, Harrington. Normal."

"That's not what--I'm not saying--"

"What else could you possibly mean?"

"I want quiet. No monsters, no secret dimensions. Something regular. Easy."

"Six-fucking-nuggets, right? Still a pretty lady in the front seat next to you."

"What's wrong with that? Huh? What's wrong with kids and stability and a fucking life. Not bartending until 4am and playing the occasional gig and living with 18 goddamn people."

Eddie straightens at that, fingers twisting in his button-down. "Sorry my life doesn't meet your exacting standards, King. Sorry I can't be what you want."

He storms away, Steve shouting after him, but he leaves him there with his promising and bright and normal future unfurling before him.

---

They don't talk. One month. Six Months. A Year. Two.

For lack of better to do, for stability, he writes a book. Fantasy. About an Adventurer who helps a group of kids save the world. They're joined by a handsome, mysterious man who seems like an asshole, but helps them selflessly every time. He and the Adventurer are something, but before it's anything real, the stranger is revealed to be their Prince. They save the world, but the Prince has to leave the Adventurer behind.

The book is a hit. Spawns a series. Eddie's somebody.

---

Eddie comes home from the store, paper bag of groceries balanced against his chest.

Steve Harrington, not looking a day older than at his wedding, stands at his door, hands wringing.

"Steve?" He asks.

"Hey, Ed." The nickname twists Eddie's stomach, but he doesn't say anything.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting divorced," Steve says.

Eddie almost drops his groceries, his hands shake so hard. He busies himself with the lock, ushering Steve inside.

"Is that all?" He asks.

Steve blinks at him, dazed expression on his still pretty face. "What?"

"You came all this way just to tell someone you haven't spoken to in almost eight years that you're getting divorced? What's it to me?" He stomps into the kitchen with his groceries.

"I wanted--I thought--"

Eddie snorts, makes it mean because he feels mean, wants to make Steve hurt the way he has for years. "You thought? We haven't spoken since your wedding day, man."

"She was ready for kids, and I realized that she's not--she's not who I picture having a family with."

The words pierce him like shattered glass, and he whirls into the living room, into Steve's space. "What the fuck are you doing?" he hisses.

"I wanted you to know, Ed. After all--"

"Stop calling me that. Stop acting like we're friends, for Christ's sake. And I don't give a damn about whatever realization you had once you realized normal wasn't for you."

"I'm trying to make this right!" Pink splotches highlight Steve's cheeks, his anger spiking to match Eddie's.

"There's nothing to fix, Harrington. We're over. It's fine."

"It's not fine," Steve is breathing hard. "I wanted you so badly, and you fucking ran away--"

"Bullshit! I waited for you. And you moved to Indy with Robin without a thought."

"I asked you to come! You were the one who said no."

"You asked a week before you left!"

"I was scared!"

"Of what, Steve? Not having that normal, easy, life you wanted so badly?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why?"

Steve chuckles, steps back. "I always thought you of all people would understand, and now--"

"Not when you come to my house unannounced to unload on me about your divorce because you expect us to pick up like none of it ever happened."

"That's not what I want!"

Eddie turns, pinching the bridge of his nose to cut off the stinging in his eyes. "I can't do this. I think you should leave, Steve."

"Fine." Steve won't look at him, storms to the door. "This was a mistake."

He slams it hard enough it makes the walls shake, picture frames rattle. Eddie can't stop the sob that rips out of him. Entitled, selfish, Steve Harrington, the only man Eddie will ever love. Steve Harrington who thinks love comes with strings attached. Steve Harrington who was afraid of asking Eddie to move away with them. And Eddie, always the coward, stifled by the weight of his own impossible love.

Eddie moves on autopilot, just knows he needs to find Steve, to see if there's a chance.

He skids down the stairs, almost falling a time or two, out into the night. His eyes scan the sidewalk, searching for familiar tall hair, but there's no sign of Steve, no sign--

A soft sob cuts through the air and Eddie's eyes fall to the steps in front of him, to the beautiful man sitting with his head on his knees.

"Steve," he says.

He stands, whirling, face a wreck. "Eddie?"

He doesn't know what to say at first, swallowing and swallowing around nothing. "I--I'm sorry I said no, when you asked me to move with you."

Steve's face does a funny, fracturing thing, even as he gives a little laugh. "I'm sorry I took so long to work up the nerve to ask."

Both of them take a step forward, then stumble together in a clumsy, tear-soaked hug.

"I'm sorry I got too drunk at your wedding," Eddie whispers against his friend's neck.

Steve giggles, but quiets quickly "I'm sorry about the 'normal' thing. I didn't mean it. I was--it doesn't matter. I'm sorry."

They hold each other for a long time on the steps of Eddie's building, rocking gently back and forth. When they finally let go, Eddie pushes Steve's hair off his forehead, asks, "wanna order a pizza and catch up?"

The answering smile is blinding as a sun, and Eddie is just as hopelessly in love as he was at 20.

They walk inside, fingers still entwined, lit up with hope.

"Hey," Steve says as they walk up the stairs together. "Are the Adventurer and the Prince going to find each other again? Because it's been four books now, and I'm still wait--"

Eddie twists his fingers into Steve's t-shirt, pushing him against the stained stairwell wall. "Fuck, Steve, I--"

He's interrupted by Steve closing the distance between their mouths, pulling them together in a searing kiss.

"They get forever, sweetheart" is Eddie's answer.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #angst #best friends to enemies to lovers #falling out #second chance at love #second chances #steve gets married and all eddie gets is this broken heart #reconciliation #happy ending #novelist eddie #the grand tradition of eddie writing hero characters who are thinly veiled versions of steve #hopelessly in love eddie munson #pining eddie munson #steve harrington is kind of a dick but he doesn't mean to be #they're just very bad at feelings

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1254

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Characters who’ve had a falling out due to an injury (A hurting B or something) and have to reunite and be friends/work together after years of not speaking.

Bonus points if A didn’t mean to hurt B but never had the chance to communicate it

#wasn't sure if you were submitting or asking anon #so i went with the former #whump #writing #prompts #angst #ideas #falling out #forced to reconcile #forced to work together

[p-redux]

Do you think it is possible Sam and Graham had a falling out because Graham went into the bourbon business?

No, Anon, I don't think so. Cait has a gin and there's no falling out between Cait and Sam. Celebrities having liquor brands is par for the course at this point. 🤷‍♀️ There's room for everyone.

#samheughan #sam heughan #graham mctavish #caitrionabalfe #gin #bourbon #falling out

[taughtsauce]

i wonder if it’s easy for her to dismiss me like this. if in her eyes, it’s justifiable because she’s bettering herself. because she’s moving on to better, newer things. i am just a reminder of her past. of old places. old memories she doesn’t want to hold onto. i think that it’s okay if she decides i’m no longer what she needs. really, i just want her to be happy. but god does it hurt. to not be with her. to not matter to her anymore. to be an afterthought. to realize that while she was your entire world, you were just a passing part of her story.

#vent post #actually mentally ill #bpd vent #actually bpd #vent #self h@rm #favorite person #fp bpd #losing friends #growing apart #sewerslidal activities #bpd fp #distance #falling out

[thehappiliysadgirl]

If you didn't matter to me ,I would never complain of how cold and distant we became now.

#quotes #aesthetic #love #feelings #friendship #spilled thoughts #sad thoughts #broken friendship #exbesties #relationship #falling out

[foaming-sea]

You, me, and crowded rooms Echos back a phantom pain This is not how we were supposed to be And I do admit, the blame is on me It’s all good in the end I found my way out You kept our old friends And I still miss you sometimes But you know I’m not coming back -23/10/2023

#I do miss you #but I don't think I want you back #falling out #my writing #poetry #chaotic academia #poem #poets on tumblr #original writing #dark academia #poetscommunity #aesthetic

[boioz]

Secrets - Falling out

#secrets #secrets band #falling out #lyrics #lyric sign #the collapse

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Wanted to try something new, so take some dialog-less angst :) Takes place before complete infection and can apply to any au where Moon isn’t infected while Monty is.

Btw genderbent Monty name is Monee. 

Plan to make the jewelry for the other infected people in the human au, a little guide thingy :D

#fnaf security breach au #genderbent au #human au #daycare attendant #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf monty #monty x moon #falling out #angst #role reversal au #twin dads au

[sad4ppleart]

ha-haah, kidibai. you are wearing incubus clothes

#World of Warcraft #World of warcraft art #world of warcraft troll #Warcraft Troll #warcraft #warcraft art #warcraft fanart #world of warcraft fanart #zandalari #zandalari troll #kidibai #his hair got digested during guild event. the color got stripped and he brushed his locks out to wrap them in a scarf to keep it from #falling out #sad4pple

[gremlin-09]

If some were only meant to walk a part of the path with us what do we do with all they've left behind. Their footsteps right next to ours, as imprints that do not fade. The fragrance of their soul still lingering at every turn. The transformations to the path they've walked on. Everything remains like a still ruin, so beautiful yet too little. What do we do with the time they took from us, rather than be prisoners in its loop.

#gremlin 09 #gremlin talks #lost frienship #best friend breakup #falling out #people leaving

[entink]

Not the Same

Jake and (Name) were the closest of friends. Lives across the street from each other and grew up together. They knew they’d be in each other’s lives for ever. At least…They thought they would. That changed when Jake had to move away for university. The kept in contact but it was just not the same. Now, they’re change to reunite is here. (Name) is ecstatic to see her best friend again. Jake…It’s hard to tell how he feels about it. But (Name) soon realizes that their friendship is not the same. He…is not the same.

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(Name): Hey Jake☺️

Jake: Heyyyy (Name)

(Name): Guess what?

Jake: OMG! Are you pregnant?😱 I didn’t think it would happen so soon…😔

(Name): ???? Why is that your first thought? And I’m not pregnant!

Jake: Is your mom pregnant?😢

(Name): No! No one’s pregnant!

Jake: So no new siblings? Then what’s going on?🙄

(Name): Me and mom are moving

Jake: Don’t tell me you’re going to be even farther away from me…

(Name): Don’t worry about it🤭

Jake: I’m scared???

Jake: Hello???????

Jake: Currently calling the police !

——

(Name) laughed as she turned off her phone. She leaned her head against the window as her mom drove to the airport. “Are you happy to finally be able to see Jake again?” Her mom asked. Jake. Her childhood best friend. Her only friend actually. They practically spent their whole lives together.

Until…Jake had to move away for college. They still kept in touch, but certainly not as much as they used to. They went from FaceTiming everyday, to phone calls every few days, to barely even texting. But now, (Name) was finally going to meet him again after all this time since she’s transferring to his school. “I can’t wait!” She said, the excitement clear in her voice.

——

Before they knew it, they were already on the plane. After their flight, they had already arrived in their new town. And of course, the first place (Name) went was Jake’s house.

She was able to get the address from her mom who got it from Jake’s mom. (Name) knocked on the door as soon as she arrived. The door opened a minute later.

A girl with short, dark red hair opened the door. (Name) was startled at the girl, “Um…excuse me…?” (Name) started unsurely. “I’m here to see my friend, Jake. Does he live here?” The girl nodded before turning her head towards the inside of the house. “Jake! Someone’s here to see you!” She shouted. “Tell Jay for the last time that I’m not going to the gym with him!” A man yelled from somewhere inside. The girl let out a deep sigh then yelled, “It’s some girl!” The boy came to the door immediately.

Once Jake came, the girl went back into the house. “(Name)?!” He exclaimed, shock evident in his face. “Wh..what are you doing here?!” He looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Well…I did tell you I was moving,” (Name) said with a grin. “You didn’t tell me you were moving here…” Jake muttered more to himself than anyone else. “So…um…It’s good to see you again?” (Name) said, trying to keep the conversation going. Jake just shook his head and moved closer to (Name). He was about to hug her when he stopped himself. Instead, he gave her an awkward smile. “Was that your girlfriend…?” (Name) suddenly asked. “What?! No way! That’s just…ew…No. She’s just my roomate. We go the same university.”

“Um, Anyway, I should get going now. Me and mom have to unpack,” (Name) said, taking a step back. “Okay…see you later,” Jake replied awkwardly. (Name) smiled at him and turned around. But right before she left the door, he called out to her. “Wait! (Name)! I can help you with moving in tomorrow. My friends can come to and they go the gym a lot so they’ll be a lot of help.” (Name) grinned. “Thanks! I’ll text you the address!” She waved at him and jogged down the street.

——

The next day, Jake and his friends arrived at (Name)’s house. (Name)’s mom greeted them by the front door and let them in. “It’s so nice to see you again, Jake. Look how big you’ve gotten!” Jake chuckled and gave her a hug, “It’s nice to see you too.”

When he pulled back, he started to introduce his friends. He pointed to the boy with platinum hair, “That’s Sunghoon.” “And that’s Jay,” he said as he pointed to boy with dark blue hair. “They’re my other roommates,” Jake said. “It’s nice to meet you,” Jay said as he gave (Name) and her mom a handshake. Sunghoon just gave them a nod.

“Let’s get started!” (Name)’s mom clapped her hands excitedly. “Jake, could you please help get the boxes from the moving truck? Jay and Sunghoon can help with putting (Name)’s things in her room.” “Sure thing!” Jake followed (Name)’s mother, leaving (Name), Jay, and Sunghoon alone. “Come on,” Sunghoon said as he grabbed some boxes labeled ‘(Name).’ Jay and (Name) followed him, each picking up a box as well.

The three made their way to (Name)’s bedroom. Sunghoon set the boxes down on the floor with Jay and (Name) following suit. “How’d you get Jake to help you with this?” Sunghoon asked her. “What do you mean?” (Name) replied, confused. “Jake wouldn’t help someone move in if he doesn’t know them. Well-actually…” Sunghoon shrugged. “What? Me and Jake are childhood friends. We’ve known each other our whole lives.” (Name) furrowed her brows in confusion. “You’re childhood friends? He’s never mentioned you before,” Jay said. (Name) nodded, “He never mentioned me? At all?” “Nope,” Sunghoon answered.

(Name) remained quiet, unsure how to feel. Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders and went back downstairs to get more boxes. Jay pat (Name) on the back, “Don’t think too much of it. He probably had his reasons. But…if I had a friend as pretty as you…I don’t think I’d ever stop talking about you.” (Name) blushed at Jay’s compliments. Jay smiled and patted her shoulder again, then went back downstairs. (Name) shook her head and made her way downstairs as well.

——

“Ahh…” Jay stretched. “Man, moving day sucks so hard.” Jake chuckled at his friend. They had just put the last few boxes in one of the rooms and were heading back to the living room where (Name) and her mom were. “Thank you, boys! How much do I owe you?” “Oh, no worries,” Jake assured her, “We’re just happy we could help.” (Name)’s mom smiled, grateful. She thanked them again and told them that they could go home now. “See you at school tomorrow?” Jay asked (Name). “Yeah! See you tomorrow!” (Name) replied. “See you later,” Jake said as hugged (Name)’s mom. “Bye guys!” She waved at them as they went outside. Once they were gone, (Name) closed the door behind them. “Welp. Let’s get the blowup mattresses,” (Name) sighed.

——

And just like that, the day of (Name)’s first day of school had come. She got dressed and put on her shoes as she sat on the bed. Suddenly, she heard a buzz beside her. She grabbed her phone and unlocked it. It was a message from Jake.

Jake: Do you need a ride to school? Jay’s offering

(Name): If you have enough room, sure. Thanks :)

Jake: We’ll pick you up in five.

(Name): K see you then

—–

Five minutes later, (Name) heard a knock on the front door. She opened the door to see Jake standing there. “Hey. Ready to go?” He asked her. “Yup.” She nodded her head. She and Jake made their way to Jay’s car. As soon as they got in, Jay drove off. “Thanks for the ride,” (Name) told him. “No problem,” Jay said. The rest of the drive was in silence. (Name) felt uncomfortable; she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the courage.

“So…how do you guys all know each other?” She finally spoke after what felt like forever. “Well…me and Sunghoon have know each other since middle school. Thrn we met Jake freshman year of university when the three of us were assigned to work on a project together. We just kinda hit it off after that,” Jay answered. “I see…” (Name) nodded her head in understanding. After a few more minutes of driving and talking, they finally arrived at school.

#jake sim #enhypen jake x reader #Enhypen Jake #childhood friends #falling out #help

[jojossillywalk]

im like Stuck between completing like intimate fluff or yet another set of like the most stupid fucking avpol comics known to man and with those two yknow One Isnt Exactly Ever Far Off From The Other but still

#kai talking #the energy i channel into them is. my grocery store runs. the way i feel when im loading dishes and the spatula in the cupboard kept #falling out #the girl from tinder who i hadnt texted back yet and. #she was the cashier at that store which i didnt know and i was. eating deli turkey out of the bag even though #my friends were buying ingredients for. pizza to eat later. and she asked. for my number. #and we saw each other many times and still. keep in touch. #even though her first irl impression of me was me eating deli turkey that i purchased at. the self checkout. #out of the bag and helping put my bffs' groceries in the bag and then she made eye contact with me and Recognized Me #even though in none of my profile pictures am i. eating deli turkey out of the bag. #the energy i put into this couple is the general rancid energy that just Mundane Events In My Life develop through circumstance #and yknow my relationship with the grieving process but literally that isnt fun

[verypsbfan019]

Falling out.

Yeah, Douglas would change his appearance at some point 👀

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TW: Mentions of suicide and ableism.

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"I can't believe you are doing this, Douglas! Not matter what you try to do, we'll always be brothers!!!" Donald shouted.

"You should have let me jump off that day!!!", Douglas thought aloud and could see how Donald's anger expression changed to a horrified one.

"You don't... you don't mean it, r-right?"

Douglas didn't answer, he just walked away.

Douglas has always seen himself as less than his twin brother, before and after knowing about his diagnosis. He was the imperfect twin, the broken one, the waste of potential... That's what the people around him made him believe while growing up.

He was convinced that he shouldn't have been born at all. His twin brother was all what their parents needed.

They even said that Douglas becoming an engine driver was totally thanks to Donald rather than because of his own efforts. This was so discouraging for him, no matter what he did, he was always gonna be less than his brother.

Some years passed and the changes in the Caledonian Railway started.

The same day that Donald received the news that he was gonna be transferred to the Island of Sodor, Douglas received the opposite thing: His locomotive was gonna be scrapped.

That was the last thing for Douglas. He was 25 years old and he tried to jump off a bridge. Donald arrived by pure coincidence since it was the route of his goods train. He saw his twin standing on the edge, staring at the water of the river.

He stopped him by grabbing the neck of his coat.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?", Donald yelled, his heart was beating so fast.

"You don't understand, Donald! You aren't the one whose engine is going to be scrapped!", cried Douglas.

Of course Douglas took the news very personal. Just imagine: There are changes in the Railway, your "Mr. Perfect" brother is being transferred to somewhere else with his engine while yours would be sent to the scrap yard and you will be unemployed...

His head was repeating the same quotes, some of them from his parents, some of them from the darkest corner of his mind.

"You are incapable"

"You are useless"

"You can't do anything right"

"You can't even work as an engine driver"

"Your brother is better"

"You are broken"

"You should die"

All those awful intrusive thoughts were constantly invading him. Making him cry in the middle of the night, making his work more difficult.

"You don't understand how it feels to be a failure before the eyes of everyone", Douglas continued as he sat down on the edge of the bridge. He took of his hat and stared at his engine's number: 57647

Donald just could sit next to his twin, he didn't know what to say so he was quiet for some minutes.

"You aren't a failure, Douggie", he finally said.

"Yes, I am, that's why my engine is gonna be scrapped while you are going to a better place..."

...

Donald had totally forgotten about that conversation. It was so distant but at the same time he could perceive all the feelings they went through. He thought that after years of working on the North Western Railway buried all those horrible events of their past.

They were working together almost every day.

Their engines were saved from being scrapped.

They had a found family.

Sure, they argued from time to time but it never went so far.

Life seemed to be perfect for both of them.

It seemed...

Douglas changed completely (at least on the surface). Once they were both proud of how they were so alike... now one of them pretends they were two strangers...

Donald was afraid that the arguments between him and Douglas were getting worse and more frequent, to the point that being brothers might not be enough to repair the cracks.

Douglas's voice was still present in his mind:

"You never listen to me!"

"You're just like mother and father!"

"I wish I was normal, you know!!!"

"Just because I need help it doesn't mean I am useless!"

"In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you do the opposite of whatever I said!!!"

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It was so painful.

#ttte #ttte humanized #thomas the tank engine #the engine drivers series #ttte donald and douglas #the scottish twins #undiagnosed adhd #they need so much therapy #fanart #actually adhd #trauma #suicide #childhood trauma #Falling out #tw: ableism #tw: suicide attempt #background story #character arc

[taughtsauce]

god fucking damnit. i don’t want to be the friend you had as a kid. we were supposed to be forever. when did you stop believing in that? was it because i didn’t follow you to the end of the earth? tell me then, why was i always the one who had to give everything up for you?

why does it have to solely be my fault we drifted apart? i have always given you my full attention. you have never reciprocated.

#vent post #actually mentally ill #bpd vent #actually bpd #self h@rm #favorite person #fp bpd #actually bdd #sewerslidal activities #drifting apart #falling out #trauma posting

[sagewhite]

Welcome Home Stoner AU

Is this angst? The boys have a falling out over Wally's growing debt and the shell he had become. It's not like Barnaby didn't know what was happening, there just wasn't any time to do anything.

Wally was alone surrounded by purple star shaped lights. He had been smoking most nights away, hotboxing Home in the process. He was laid out on the floor distantly watching the twinkling of his string lights. Hair fanned out around him and his hoodie pulled up resting just under his eyes. A knock at the door got him up and moving. Barnaby was on the other side of the door. Smoke rushed out and slipped away with the night air. A dead-eyed Wally stood looking up at a confused Barnaby.

"You need to pay what you owe," His voice was dangerously low, "I was sent here as a final warning, Kid."

"Hello, neighbor. How are you doing tonight?" Wally smiled, but it never reached his eyes. They remained distant and dark.

"Peace, but keep respect, my dog, or you will get touched." Barnaby's face was one of contempt. Wally had stepped outside of Home. Most of the neighborhood were in their homes tucked away from the chilly night air. With just that one threat everything had changed between the two. His smile faded.

It felt like a weight had been placed on their friendship stressing it until it broke. Wally and Barnaby had been close trusting one another, sharing secrets, and hanging out together. Who would have thought money was all it would take to draw a line between them. One that cannot be crossed. Eyeing eachother in the dead of night it felt like they had become familiar strangers.

Wally said nothing. His hair was mussed and hanging limp across his face. His uncovered eye was an unseeing void empty of its usual spark and light. His smile had turned into a line. Barnaby wondered who taught him that, his little smiling friend.

"If you really 'bout it then be about it. No slipping up." Barnaby walked away giving Wally one last look before leaving. He watched him go. His expression unreadable.

#welcome home stoner au #stoner au #welcome home au #welcome home barnaby #wally darling welcome home #barnaby b beagle welcome home #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #welcome home light angst #angst #falling out #Wally can't cope

[eastsidelovers]

disintegration of platonic love

for now, the day i’ve feared the most is here. i’ve tried not to think about how college is the end of high school friendships, how the moment i realized i could love again it’s about to disintegrate, how i cried on the phone with you six hours away, how nothing ever lasts. i’m not homesick, i am home.

i miss you.

the face and the body doesn’t count, i want the thoughts in your head and the feelings you experience and the shit you say to be closer to me. i want you in my passenger seat again.

i worry about him. i wish i didn't but i care too much. and i didn't know someone could care back.

and i should know better.

maybe he was right, love is the worst but its worth it for the good things it brings you.

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