#kind of angst

[thatfuckinjester]

"dew hated phantom at first" yes BUT what if he actually liked him? what if he liked that new ghoul but just couldn't bring himself to talk to him? what if he was cold to him because he just didn't know how to deal with aether leaving? what if he avoided him because phantom reminded him so much of aether? what if when dew finally got over it phantom locked himself in his room and the next morning phantom was gone?

#ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #kind of angst

[seunghancore]

Jealousy, Jealousy!

Bf Seunghan x fem reader

WARNINGS: cursing and arguing I guess, mentions of alcohol and kissing.

Summary: seunghan was never the jealous type yes he was possessive of you but you were the one who got jealous easily and was super possessive cause you had been hurt in the past you know seunghan would never hurt you but you can't help it because jealousy is natural.

WC: 853

You, seunghan, your best friend lily, and her bf sohee went to a party at your university exams were over and you guys just wanted to have fun.

What better way to have fun then go to a party with your favorite people after the most stressful exams of your life.

You arrived at the party hours ago you and seunghan were together the whole time attached at the hip and lily went off with her boyfriend.

After a little while you found lily again she pulled you away from seunghan even before you had the chance to say anything to him letting you know she found your group of friends but you were glad seunghan was at least with sohee which made you more at ease.

You and lily had drunk a lot but you could hold your liquor well so could lily but you were worried about seunghan cause it had been an hour since you left him and you hadn't seen him since.

"lily can you call sohee and ask him where he and seunghan are?" You asked.

"yes I'll call him right now and then we can head out" lily spoke.

After a few minutes of lily talking to sohee and you guys saying goodbye to your friends and lily pulls you along to find seunghan and sohee.

Once you make it to seunghan you feel like you're being punched in the gut, your stomach turning, and your heart hurts it's a fleet of jealousy that overcomes you there he is a girl holding his wrist and their laughing.

You feel stupid to be jealous but you can't help it all the times you've been hurt in the past all resurface when you see this seen in front of you and you hate it you know seunghan isn't like that he would never hurt you.

The scene made both lily and you stop in your tracks just then seunghan turns to your with the brightest smile but you can't believe that the girls is still holding onto him and you hate it so much.

"Baby" he calls out you just run off you don't know why you would usually confront that bitch who was touching your boyfriend but you also realize he didn't stop her he let it happen you know you shouldn't be jumping to conclusions but that's the first thing your mind runs to.

As you're running out of the party you bump into people you don't even apologize you just want to get out of there of course seunghan runs after you. He grabs you by your wrist and says "Baby what wrong."

"seunghan are you fucking serious." you ask anger evident in your voice.

"wow baby I would be asking if I knew" he explains.

"you let some fucking random girl hold your hand and your laughing with her I'm your girlfriend you didn't even think of me while that was happening" you yell.

"ba-" he tries but you cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it just leave me the fuck alone I just wonder what you two would have done if I didn't come and interrupt." you scream.

"y/n nothing would have happened I can't even believe you would think that of me what the fuck I do everything for you to trust me and you think I would do that y/n seriously is that what you believe." He yells back.

You realize what you've just done you've put all your past trauma on seunghan knowing he's giving you no reason not to trust him.

You don't know that tears are falling from your face until seunghan is gently rubbing them off the wrapping you in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I just put everything on you knowing you would never hurt me I'm sorry I just got reminded of the past." you cry out.

"shhh it's okay baby" he says softly rubbing your hair.

"why can't I let go of the past you've never given me a reason not to trust you" you say.

"baby it takes time" he says.

"I trust you so much I'm sorry jealousy overtakes me I get in my head you don't deserve to deal with this" you spit out.

"baby I knew what I had to deal with youve told me before and I chose to stay and help you overcome that I love you so much and I'm gonna be here until the day you overcome your jealousy and even after." Seunghan says softly his hand moves to your waist as he hugs you even tighter.

He pulls you in his soft lips on yours fitting perfectly together your lips move slowly in sync his tongue slips in exploring you wet crevice the warm kiss ends he lets go smiling that's smile you love so much you smile back.

"I love you" you say softly.

"I love you too baby" he says not letting you out of your embrace.

He will stay with you no matter what your his home and he knows he's yours no matter what and he'll be with you to overcome any challenges you guys face.

Okay that's it this is my first story hope you guys like it!

I know this is short but it's my first time writing and I want to thank @ikeuverse for giving me inspiration to write <3.

#riize #riize seunghan #hong seunghan #seunghan x reader #kpop #kind of angst #happy ending #love

[megbimbo]

astarion x oc; unpleasant greetings

a/n; i love my tav so much that i had to write for her! depending on well this does i'll either post more of her or just keep it to myself (or post regardless). i would've preferred a gif from the actual cutscene but my saves don't go back that far. shhh, you don't notice. beta read by @thisfanisgonesorry my beloved (my other half who posts fics way more than i do. plugging my pookie.) cw; astarion and raen meet. it starts on the wrong foot (and ear). lots of projecting, racism, and elf slurs. astarion's pov. wc; 1396

You eye a figure in the distance. She loots a body half-assedly, stuffing some apples into her pocket. You recognise her from earlier, aboard the nautiloid. A feeling in your gut tells you that she’s one of those wretched people, the folk responsible for the tadpole wriggling around behind your eye. She doesn’t take notice of you, nor the pod beside you. 

A boar ran past you, and into the leaves ahead. It seemed to show no sign of leaving soon. Looking back at the woman, and to the animal, you wonder just how foolish she may be. That typical devilish glint in your eyes makes you decide; indeed she is. You doubt she’s any smarter than one of those malleable brain-things upon the nautiloid, maybe she’s one of them. You know she is - memories of her passing you, leaving everybody who was stuck in a pod, like yourself, to die. She doesn’t look guilty, instead content in acting selfishly, in securing her own survival.

You know just how this will go.

“Hello?!” you call out, and you see the woman’s head raise. Waving your hands frantically, you yell again. “Over here! Some help, please?”

You can see her tilt her head - trying to make sense of whether you’re being serious, that inner conflict of whether to help you or not. Even now, she looks doubtful, as if she sees right through your ruse. It makes you wonder if this plan was all worth it in the first place.

But it is - her boots tread through the sand and towards you, fur lining the tops of them. Her armour is clearly one of a druid, the details becoming more apparent as she gets closer. As she nears, and eventually stops, you can see her eyeing your figure the way you are hers. Two observant individuals.. observing one another. Green leaf tattoos adorned the outskirts of her face, framing her temples and trailing down her neck. Her hair went to her shoulders, an earthy brown middle part, green on the curtain bangs that framed her face not-so-fortunately. The tips of her elf ears peeked out through her hair as she stared at you, her left one a mystical blue yet clearly glass - a green tinge covered the sclera. Her right eye, which was actually normal, was a polite green, but the lightness of the both of them gave you that two thousand yard stare. 

A new scent filled your nostrils, almost indescribable at first - the type of wood used for a fireplace - except it smelt rotten by water, like if you gripped onto it too harshly, it would flake apart like dust.

The silence was almost unbearable by now. As her hair flowed in the breeze, she took the opportunity to speak first.

“Yes?” she said, her words breathy and smooth. “You alright there?”

Your eyes dart back to the bushes. “I think I have one of those..brain things cornered. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you did the others?” She seems to second guess herself, questioning her own kindness. It’s now that she chooses to take you in fully, to drink in your appearance that not even you know. The woman’s eyes darted from your ears to your face, gaze growing bitter as she realised who you are - what you are. Her aura was quick to turn dismissive, shifting her weight to be further away from you.

“Nup,” she said with a huff, a tinge of disgust in her stare, her pupils contracting. She gestured loosely towards you, “don’t help your kind.”

Your kind? You think to yourself. The hair covering her ears is swept away by the breeze conveniently, revealing her blatant insecurities. To you, it’s a bit bold - druid elves are awfully generic, and for her especially, it’s hypocritical. It’s enough to get a chuckle escaping your lips. 

“Awfully brave of you,” you respond, a smug look on your face. “Elf druids are as generic as humans over 6 feet being barbarians.”

She seems offended, her glass eye squinting more than her normal one. “Half-elf, actually,” she said, pointing her finger upwards, like a scholar correcting a student.

“Then more generic than a half-elf bard,” you scoffed. 

As her expression falters, you feel proud of this minor victory - but the feeling is short lived. Your hands fly to your temples, your eyes closing as you’re now seeing from a perspective that is not your own. Calm rivers, quiet forests, nature’s way at your fingertips. Then, a dagger spearing your eye. Your head pounds, your vision blurry as you come back to your senses. You grunt, pads of your fingers rubbing against your temples. “Gods, what was that?” Shaking her head, she gestures towards you loosely. “So, you have it too?” upon seeing your puzzled expression, she elaborates further, her tone condescending. “The tadpole, elf.” Despite the height difference, she speaks as if she’s bigger than you, better than you - like the human in her blood eradicates her of being anything close to the filth she sees you as. Relief oozes through your body like a thick, fuzzy warmth. “Oh, please tell me you know anything about these..wretched things!” Surely she should, right? If she wants to act smarter than you, she may as well be so. However, her lips stretch into a thin poker face, indicating the exact opposite. You huff, your nose scrunching in dismay. “Well then. Quite the useful ray of sunshine, aren’t you?”

She rubs her lips together, opening her mouth but falling silent. The odd warmth that rises to her cheeks implies that she’s amused by what she’s about to say. “..I’m sure some sunshine wouldn’t hurt you,” she mumbles, holding back as much as a half-smile. You feign a shocked expression, even a dramatic gasp, but she can tell her words didn’t sway you one bit. She rolls her tongue into her cheek. You decide you can endure this - you’re better together than not, and perhaps she can help you remove the tadpole that wriggles around every now and then. The soft squelch of it brings discomfort, and you swear it wants to break out of your skull. This cold shoulder will wear off soon enough, you’re sure of it. If not, perhaps her hateful blood will make for a tasty treat. “Maybe we should—...” You hesitate as she grimaces - somehow, it feels like she knows what you’re going to say before the words even crawl out of your throat. Gods, are you that easy to read? Her expression doesn’t change, and thick silence fills the air between the two of you once again. “...Do you mind?” your words are sudden, drenched in annoyance. Her eyes widen, and she blinks, before exhaling. “Mm?”

You sigh, too. The dryness she radiates rubs off on you, a sour feeling swirling in your stomach. “I’m just saying, I think it’d be easier to get rid of this... thing, together. You don’t seem all too capable of survival, either.” “So,” she starts off, gesturing loosely from her to you. “You want to join me?” “That's what I said, yes.” You offer a hand with a forced smile. “I’m Astarion. I’m... not so pleased to meet you.” She pauses, rolling her tongue in her cheek. Her eyes slowly drag towards your hand, then back at your face. “Raen,” she replies, turning her back to you and starting to walk. “And put that stupid hand away.”

“Despite the bickering, I hope we grow to like each other,” you replied with a hum, that typical alluring tone on your lips.  Raen’s feet drag on the ground like a sulk. “Just because you’re journeying with me doesn’t mean I enjoy your company. Remember that, tree fucker.” You raise your hands defensively, the motion visible in the corner of her eye. It earns you a soft chuckle, that could pass as a scoff.

You roll your eyes, feeling smug in the fact she can’t see you do so. She kept a distance between the two of you, making an effort to always be a few steps ahead. You let it be, for now. No words are exchanged, only the quiet sounds of your feet in the sand. The tide goes out, the pod that held you captive long behind you - an element of the past, but also a reminder of the newfound burden you carry.

#mine #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fanfiction #baldurs gate fic #astarion x oc #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #oc fic #oc fanfiction #kind of angst #just bickering #shes so silly #raen #astarion #maybe fluff later #who knows #astarion x tav #astarion angst #hes so babygirl

[the-admin-but-dumber]

Wheatley being happy (Impossible) Anyways, here's a random oneshot I coughed up so I could procrastinate going to the store.

Romeo and Wheatley reignite some old memories

“What… What are you looking at?”

Wheatley turned their head with an inquisitive noise over their shoulder, glancing at Romeo who was making a slow approach, his head was down towards to grass, meticulously stepping over the flowers that bloomed in Wheatley’s extended presence. It was an unusual gesture, in their years together with Romeo’s cruel change in personality since the bedrocking, it was strangely reminiscent of their courting years.

Romeo comes up to Wheatley’s side with time, crouching down beside them at the edge of the riverbank, water splashes up on occasion and tickles their clawed feet. Wheatley always thought of Romeo as warm, a constant heat radiating off as if he contained the sun itself, whereas before it always had a looming sense of dread... It felt like home now.

“Salmon, it’s spawning season, they’re making the journey upstream.”       Wheatley returns, making a gesture to the water where glimmering speckles of red scales could be seen below, the admin seemed enthralled by the occurrence. Romeo had always seen the natural state of the world as boring, something not to be gawked at like Wheatley often did, but he seems oddly calm today.

“Did you need something? I know you were looking forward to putting together your.. What was s’it? Ice castle?” When Wheatley turns to Romeo, the admin bristles slightly before smirking with a slight scoff, turning his attention back to the river and nodding. “Icy Palace of Despair, but no, that can wait. I just came to see you.” Romeo replies curtly, he doesn’t miss how Wheatley’s ears perk up slightly, the feather-light touch of their tails connecting for a moment.

“Oh, ‘m not doin’ anything special, but you are welcome to sit with me. Been some time since we just sat together.” Wheatley shrugs but moves to sit down, pulling their knees up and giving Romeo room to sit, he obliges and plops down into the grass with a deep exhale. Wheatley mimics this, keeping their eyes on the water with that same dour expression. Romeo keeps his eyes on his partner for a long while, a million thoughts pass by, and it seems so cold between them since what happened. 

He couldn’t blame Wheatley could he, no matter how many times he tried to justify what he did, his partner always just seemed stuck in that constant state of dissociation. Romeo looks back to the river, fidgeting with the strap connected to his armour, desperately seeking something to break the silence.

“Remember back then, when we were courting…” Wheatley starts first, turning their attention back to Romeo with a bittersweet expression, Romeo doesn’t interrupt this time. “You tried t’ impress with your fishing skills, accidentally dropped the rod in the water and went t’ grab it.” 

Romeo’s eyebrows raise and he lets out a starting chuckle, nodding to himself and with Wheatley’s silent permission to continue for his partner.   “I went in to grab it because it had a fish on the line, pulled it out too quickly and the fish flew out and slapped me in the face–”

Wheatley laughs, though it's quiet and far different from back then when they practically howled with each outburst, he can’t help but feel a spark of warmth in his chest.

“ – And you fell in and got tangled in the rod’s s’line–” Wheatley breaks to continue laughing, managing to stifle the chuckle enough to finish. “- So we had to call Fred and Xara to help untangle you.”

“And- And when I was out, I slipped on a rock and fell back in. Man, Xara and Fred didn’t let me live it down for weeks! Neither did you.”

Romeo points a finger accusingly at his partner, Wheatley gasps but notices the joking tone and falls into another fit of giggles, snorting and covering their mouth to muffle their noises. Romeo eases into the laughter with them, leaning back onto his elbows to look up at the sky, reminiscing on the event.

He remembers worrying he’d ruined his courting then, but when Wheatley looked at him afterwards with that kind, forgiving expression, he swore he’d fallen much harder. “I miss your laughter.”

Romeo states suddenly before he can stop it, but it feels so natural.

Wheatley’s snort falls into a muted choke, giggles becoming a short cough

“Wh- What? Y’ did?”     The admin looks distraught, turning their attention to Romeo now with raised brows, Romeo feels his heart twist. They shouldn’t be this surprised. Romeo straightens himself up to meet Wheatley’s eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course, I did! You got dimples when you smile, it’s…” Romeo pauses, trying to figure out what to say. When was the last time he’d complimented his partner? “- It’s nice, you know, hearing it. It matches you.”

     Wheatley’s face flushed a soft pinkish colour, it spread from their cheeks to their ears, down to the nape of their neck and disappeared under armour. Romeo’s eyes linger, admiring the gentle flush with a little smirk, perching himself forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Wheatley looks away when he does this, ears dropping in that typical embarrassed manner. His current Champion can wait if this is the reaction he got.

“Yeah… Yeah, ‘T is nice. S’it feels nice to laugh, thank you.”

      When the other admin turns back to Romeo their pupils dilate, the glowing white nearly consuming the entirety of the blue, a stark contrast to the red and yellow of Romeo’s own eyes. He tilts his head, reaching forward to place a palm on Wheatley’s cheek, he doesn’t miss how they flinch without moving and he feels his chest tighten further. He needs to fix that.

Romeo begins to pull his hand away, feeling he’d pushed too far and had soured the mood. But, Wheatley moves instead, closer to him and carefully cups Romeo’s face in their hands, thumbs brushing against the stubble along his jaw. It was a strange touch, almost foreign, may as well have been with how much time had passed since they last shared a moment together. He feels warm, remembering the day Wheatley had accepted his proposal of bonding, how he’d cupped his face and pressed multiple kisses to his cheeks until they were both giggling non-stop.

“I love you, Romeo mine.”

Wheatley states, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Romeo’s forward, he doesn’t move from it, accepting the gesture with gratitude. His hand, still resting on his partner’s face, guides Wheatley back down so he can lean in and rest his forehead against theirs.

He hesitates, and Wheatley waits.

“...Love you too.”

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm oc #minecraft #original character #mcsm romeo #mcsm wheatley #oneshot #short story #fluff #kind of angst #but you can also ignore it really easily #I just think Romeo and Wheatley deserve one happy moment #considering he murdered their friends #in cold blood #look i swear im ok read the story

[istoleyourstove]

OKAY THOUGHT

the song pork soda by glass animals + byler

LIKE??

FUCKKK

"why can't we laugh now like we did then?"

giving very much rain scene and will tearing up castle byers, overall just very angsty will s3 pov (with flashbacks to like, all the byler scenes in s2)

"how come i see you and ache instead?"

the bus scene with will crying or after mike hugs him like a little pussyassbitch and goes to el

"how come you only look pleased in bed?"

will watching mike and el running down the hill in s3 or will watching mike and el at rink-o mania/at the airport

SORRY GOTTA SOB RQ

#stranger things #byler #byler brainrot #byler tumblr #kind of angst #idk #mike wheeler #will byers

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#all i know is when this comes out in may im gonna be obsessed #warning yall now #kind of want to read this book now too #bridgerton #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #love #polin #the angst is too good #the chemistry damn #Nicola Coughlan #luke newton #season 3

[egophiliac]

Please elaborate on your twst Pokémon headcannons I’m very interested

I had planned on drawing everyone for this (I made a LIST!) but it. hasn't been going well. 💀 soooo here's what I have so far!

Riddle - Roserade (I was going with 'no legendaries', otherwise I would've given him a Shaymin) (and I don't think Togedemaru is actually a hedgehog or I would've given him one of those too) (...they kind of do fit though. hmm.)

Trey - Alcremie (clover/mint cream + strawberry/ruby cream)

Cater - DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD!

Ace - Impidimp (I feel like there's probably a better one for him, but I can't think of it)

Deuce - Scraggy (meanwhile I KNOW deep in my heart that this is true)

Leona - Pyroar (but like. a nasty Pyroar. just a grizzly old Pyroar with the shittiest attitude imaginable. they pretend to hate each other but secretly they are a bonded pair, do not separate)

#art #twisted wonderland #pokemon #poketwst #i'm trying not to pressure myself too much art-wise right now #but i would like to do more of the characters! #(especially considering this started with my insistence that malleus would have a dragapult) #gotta draw something i don't immediately hate first ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ #ANYWAY enough art angst! #i'm not aiming for full teams or delving too deep into lore or anything #just one or two per character that i think fit! #i was pretty torn on leona for a while because pyroar is at once the obvious choice but also. not really? #(i did consider luxray and ultimately decided it doesn't really fit either) #but i kind of love Nasty Lionboy's Nasty Pyroar #i think there's probably some. like. ~royal tradition~ that they all bond with this one specific breeding line or whatever #and leona deliberately chose just the absolute worst one #took one look at this shitty rude pokemon and immediately went 'that one' #falena was like 'are...are you SURE' and leona cops an attitude like 'i'm choosing my OWN pokemon you're not my DAD' #as pyroar is actively attempting to eat him #actually it probably tried to eat kifaji first and that's when leona decided he liked it #me: this is just for funsies i'm not doing lore (writes a whole fanfic in the tags)

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

#content warnings for sex violence self harm and general angst #six chapters 41K words #people who have asked for longer stories of these two please give this one a look #I've watched this unfold since late may? early july? and it's been an exciting experience #I'm not a writer I think it's better than what I could've come up with #honestly though the way he managed to get inside Machete's and Vasco's heads was uncanny their mannerisms and thought processes are spot on #some of the events aren't canon but they might as well be #and most of the background details and backstory tidbits are accurate believe me he's very well versed on their lore #big history nerd so the worldbuilding is intense #you get to meet the dog pope #there's saint sebastian #roommate hijinks #it gets kind of bleak at times though so be mindful of that #it's not all fluff and good feelings #Separation #Heinaven #RoobrickMarine #own characters #own art #artists on tumblr #CanisAlbus #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #if you end up reading the whole thing it would be really sweet if you left a little comment as a thanks for his hard work

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.

You know what I do want?

I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy

I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good

I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.

I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.

#the other things are nice I guess #buddie would be nice #but honestly I don’t care anymore #I just want to see a happy queer character in media #because we don’t even fully have that with hen and Karen #their journey wasn’t an easy one #and why can’t we get queer characters who have a soft loving kind story #whatoh back at it again #evan buckley #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #911 abc #give me a giddy buck who’s nervous and unsure but so excited #give me a Buck who’s awkward but so determined to make this work and to discover more about himself #give me a Tommy who is so soft with him so gentle so kind #because don’t we all deserve that love? doesn’t Evan Buckley deserve that love? #for once I don’t want the angst for him I just want him to be Happy and Free

[nerdynuala]

Angsty hug

#my art stuff #radiorose #hazbin hotel #fanart #fan art #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #angst #kind of #just wanted to draw an angsty hug with my favorite qpr

[kat-rose-griffith]

Okay but what if Buck starts dating guys publicly (preferably Tommy but an exploration montage would be fun) and like Eddie starts being a bitch about it and he’s even confused what his own problem is. Meanwhile Buck starts to think that Eddie has a problem with him being bi even though he was completely fine and supportive when he came out to him. Then all of that leads to tension on calls and that builds up into buck confronting Eddie, assuming that he’s homophobic, and it gets heated and Eddie insists that isn’t what it’s about. Then Buck gets up in his face and goes “then what’s your problem” and then Eddie, even surprising himself, just goes right in and kisses Buck. They’re both shocked but neither of them pull away. The kisses become deeper and more urgent. They’re all over each other, things are escalating, then eddies cellphone rings and it’s his girlfriend’s picture flashing across the screen. She’s been watching Chris and wanted to update him. He’s flustered and entirely overwhelmed by what just happened. He very awkwardly stumbles his way out of Bucks apartment (or wherever they’re at) leaving Buck standing there with his entire world flipped upside down

#911 abc #911 #this is just an idea meant for the best kind of angst and drama #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fox #oliver stark #ryan guzman

[godlessyaoi]

you were so young yet you had no one to comfort you but yourself

#homestuck #angst?? kind of #godlessyaoi #light angst #dirk strider

[hairmetal666]

He hates Steve Harrington, everything about him. His stupid, upbeat pop music. His tall fucking hair. His annoyingly bright clothes. His bullshit German luxury car.

Eddie hates that Steve's a good guy. Hates that he carried Eddie's broken and dying body out of hell. Hates that the kids love him how they do. Hates that he and Robin Buckley are the kind of best friends who might as well be siblings. Hates the way that Jonathan is back and Nancy is happy, and Steve has no resentment about any of it. Hates that he'll never, for as long as he lives, forget about six kids and a Winnebago.

And he hates, more than anything of all, the way he's always finding himself in Steve's bed. The way he falls apart when Steve is deep inside, the way he begs for more, pleads for Steve to wreck him. The way Steve treats him so good that it makes him sob.

Eddie hates himself for not being able to stop. For wanting Steve so much that sometimes he feels it as a visceral ache in the back of his molars. He hates himself for how little fight his dumb traitor heart puts into not being astronomically down bad in love with the guy immediately.

And none of this is supposed to flow from his brain to his tongue to out of his mouth, but Steve fucks him so good and slow--gives him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life--that it all just slips out of the safe confines of his mind.

"I fucking hate you," he says. Or pants, more like, he's all flushed and sweaty and covered in come, not yet settled back to himself.

"W-what?" Steve stutters. He's standing at the edge of the bed, damp towel clenched in his fist.

True, full consciousness strikes then and he doesn't know what else to say. Steve's big eyes are wide and sad, and Eddie's brain is screaming at him to fix it, and isn't that just another thing that he hates?

"Steve. Like. Fucking look at yourself, man." He waves his hand up Harrington's perfect body. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing in the universe. And you--you embody like every fucking thing I'm supposed to hate with your money and your athletic ability, and your whole goddamn clean-cut All-American boy next door bullshit. And I--I keep ending up here when everything in me says to run away, that this--you--are too good to be fucking true."

And Steve, he's pinching the bridge of his nose, looking more than anything like he's trying not to burst into tears and this--this cannot be borne.

"I love you so fucking much." His voice cracks and he reaches out to circle his fingers around Steve's wrist, the one holding the towel. "I love you so much and I don't deserve even a second of it. Not a minute. Because you're Steve Harrington, you're--"

Steve presses his hand (he hates the the wide palms and long fingers, how they're perfect, how they hold him and comfort him and wring out pleasure again and again like it's nothing, like Steve's hands were made for making Eddie come) over Eddie's mouth. "Shut-up, Munson," he says.

"I fucking hate you too." There's ease in the way he says it, a lightness in his eyes. "I hate that you don't use conditioner. I hate that your van makes that turkey gobble sound every time you turn a corner, and you refuse to let me look at it. I hate how loud you play your music, how it makes my fucking skin shake. I hate when you forget to take the damn chains off your jeans when you put them in the wash."

Steve climbs into bed, straddling him, towel long forgotten. "You know what else I fucking hate, Eddie?" He leans down, ghosting his lips against the tip of Eddie's nose, skimming his mouth. "I hate that I've never loved anyone like I love you. I hate that I almost fucking lost you. I hate that we can't spend every minute in this goddamn bed, so I can memorize every inch of your skin, every sound you make, every single way I tear you apart, and all of the things that put you back together. I love you, Ed. Every fucking terrible part."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #angst #but not really though? #hate sex #but only kind of? #idiots in love #smut #i really don't know what this is #it just kind of happened #i thought of Eddie listing things he hated about Steve and it all poured out #this is very i hate the way i don't hate you not even close not even a little bit not even at all #it wasn't an intentional 10 things homage

[yuzuuu4]

And he smells like lemongrass and sleep He tastes like apple juice and peach

or: doomed gays

#me when i say i dont have fanart and immediately get inspired to do a silly #and the silly is link click s2 angst but made it kind of vague enough #hehe <33 #shiguang #chengguang #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #link click #shiguang daili ren

[theatre-apocalypse]

Half-infected Paul shenanigans.

#starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #paul matthews #emma perkins #paulkins #implied paulkotho? kind of? #look I love Paul angst. clearly I do #but I think there’s so much comedy potential with half infected Paul

[bliss-in-the-void]

The way Suguru looks at Satoru has me by the neck already, but the way Satoru looks at Suguru?? Oh my god.

That’s his entire world right there. I don’t know how to explain it but these frames just scream “all Satoru sees is Suguru.” Like. He adores Suguru.

Don’t get me started on the look in his eyes when Suguru expresses his concern over his overuse of his technique. The vulnerability? The way he looks surprised, the way it looks as though he feels seen for the first time ever? There is something so tender about this. I can’t even describe it but it’s just there.

“I’m fine.”

Satoru knew damn well he wasn’t okay. No one sneaks up on him. I know he had to have been freaking out on the inside. How did he sneak in? How did I not sense him? No one gets behind me, no one is stronger than me, what’s going to happen?

But he held it together for Suguru. I feel like it’s instinct for him to automatically reassure Suguru, regardless of if it’s true or not. He schooled that expression on his face and looked so gently at Suguru…man.

You can just see how absolutely devastated this man is in the moment he has to kill the man he loves.

The split second he defied all logic and believed that, even though he’d killed Suguru with his own hands, Suguru had somehow survived? The elation on his face to see him one last time?

“It might be goodnight for me, but it’s about time for you to wake up.” This is the smile he had on his face before calling out to Suguru, attempting to reach into the land of the dead for him. It’s like in this frame instead of the monster inhabiting Suguru, he just saw Suguru.

The last thing he sees before he gets sealed is Suguru’s face, smiling. I can’t imagine the anguish he must have felt here. It’s almost as if he’s clinging to it, trying to pretend that it really is Suguru. Trying to convince himself what he knows isn’t true.

Conclusion: there is no one that loves anyone as much as Satoru loves Suguru.

#i want someone to love me like that #they have the kind of love everyone dreams of #just so deep and prevailing #satosugu #satosugu meta #satosugu angst #satosugu analysis #satosugu brainrot #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #stsg #jjk meta