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#sick of unrequited love
kyouka-supremacy · 4 months
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Unfiltered sick rambles AGAIN but today it's really bothering me that it looks like Atsushi has lost Akutagawa's coat. Like seriously dude, that's a person who just DIED for you, for you alone, to save your life, and that's the object that's most precious to him, both their anchor and identifying item, almost one with his essence; literally the LEAST you can do is hold to it with everything you've got, protect it with your own life if you must. Literally!!!! I don't care if you love him or not, that's the least you can do in respect to someone who just died for you.
Akutagawa's new outfit is cool and everything (wait. longer pause. it really is… ) but I'm going to be so disappointed if it's really revealed that Atsushi lost it in the sea Just Like That. And the thematic value of Akutagawa letting go of his past / getting free of Dazai's control is great, but I'd much rather Akutagawa decide he doesn't want to wear Dazai's coat by his own than. You know. Atsushi uncaringly losing the thing that mattered to Akutagawa the most in the whole world.
(Btw I also wouldn't mind it the slightest if, in order to confirm that Atsushi preserved the coat somehow, they were to directly contradict what that tiny chapter 88 panel showed us. Besides, it wouldn't be much more feasible than Atsushi storing Poe's book inside his non-existing pockets.)
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sfsolstice · 1 month
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i'm telling the stars tonight
about you, again, and i'm sure:
they see my mouth open and
roll their pearly eyes, because
they know whose name will slip past
and what dreams, fantasies i have
about nights like these, together,
that keep me going into early hours,
losing sleep over pictured timelines
and plush pillow talk, tangled legs,
wrapped arms, or even frisky fingers
finding their way around, prolonging
an already warm, sleepless night—
i open my mouth, and the stars jeer;
iridescent eyes roll, tired of the same spiel;
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butterflysonnets · 1 day
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here's the thing. after the van scene being what it was, mike has to find out about will's feelings in s5. that's a given, and it's basically confirmed that he'll find out. he's going to discover eleven didn't commission the painting, and he's going to know will loves him. and with strong, long-held feelings like that involved, let me tell you from real life experience... two people cannot just stay friends. being in love and staying friends is too awkward, too painful. things won't be the same as before. they will be changed irreversibly. they will either go their separate ways because of will's one-sided love being too uncomfortable, or feelings will be reciprocated and the relationship will shift into new territory.
if mike and will going their separate ways and ending their friendship is endgame, why bother to show them drifting apart after the byers' move to california, and then spend a whole season building back up their bond stronger than before…? especially doing it in direct contrast to mike's romantic relationship with eleven being shown as fraught with dishonesty, dysfunction, and insecurity, and on the track to deteriorating in the final moments of that same season? why would you rebuild a relationship between mike and will and highlight its importance, only to drive another huge and unscalable wall between them, estranging them again? that just doesn't make sense narratively and it would be senseless writing. you can't do the same thing twice, leave it unresolved the second time, and end a show like that... unless you're going for a really unhappy and hopeless ending which, i can't believe stranger things could really be the show to do that, especially with two of its main and most beloved characters.
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rrr333sstuff · 6 days
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How do people get over things?
I’ve never gotten over anything in my entire life..
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lionmythflower · 1 month
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unrequited love makes me so sad. especially when it's between two people that are best friends and have grown up with each other. It reminds me of me and the girl I like and I actually relate to it so much that it hurts.
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auideas · 8 months
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Can I use your hanahaki AU???? I promise I'll give you proper credits. I would be grateful if you'll agree.
Of course! Any and all prompts here on AUideas are fair game -- we've posted them with the intent to share and spark new ideas, so asking for permission is unnecessary. What we do ask, though, is that you make sure to credit us with the original concept so others can find us and be equally-excited about starting their own writing.
As a thank you, here's a list of some new and interesting Hanahaki Disease AUs!
Confused about what Hanahaki's is? Here's a link from Fanlore that explains it in more detail, but the TL;DR is that if Character A has an unrequited love / crush on Character B but Character B doesn't feel the same way, Character A's lungs will slowly fill with flowers until the petals expel from their mouth. Needless to say, this is usually deadly...
In a world where Hanahaki's Disease was spreading like wildfire, Character A watched the news as the CDC decreed a ban on social media for the safety of the public -- fans had been developing fatal cases of Hanahaki's Disease for celebrities and influencers who could never possibly love them back.
Character A has been inflicted with Hanahaki's Disease; they just couldn't control themselves, and when they see their crush (Character B) in public, Character A has an attack. When the petals are finally cleared away by passersby and they can draw in a strained breath, they look up from where they'd fallen and see that they're in the arms of Character B who stares down at them with conflicted eyes. Character B can't help but be concerned for Character A's safety, but the type of flower petal Character A is producing has their favorite scent, and it's taking everything they have to not see if Character A's mouth tastes as good as it smells.
As a divergence of the classic Hanahaki's Disease concept, this universe manifests certain flower types based on the quality of the crushee's heart; the worse a person they are, the more pain and torment the afflicted will experience (thorns, thick roots, putrid smells, etc.). This developed as a safety mechanism to help Hanahaki sufferers break off their obsession quickly, but some infatuations are hard to escape.
Characters A and B had been in a long, loving relationship with one another for years at this point, and they never thought they could be happier...that is, until Character B has a coughing attack in their bed. Character A rushes to their side and their eyes go wide when they see a single rose petal fall from their best friend's lips and into their palm. The room tenses.
As a last resort, some Hanahaki's Disease sufferers choose to sign up for a dating service that aims to specifically pair up Hanahaki's sufferers in the hopes they'll fall in love and be cured. Easier said than done, of course...
"Listen, officers, I know it's a CDC emergency, but whenever I fake a Hanahaki's attack in public, I just get so much sympathy from everyone around me. It's like...it's the only time I really feel loved, you know? I was about to fake another attack here on the street when I found them. I don't know if they're still breathing, but I tried to pull out as many petals as I could-- NO, I don't know their name, but LOOK! Their lips are even more blue than the stupid f*ckin' petals on the ground, so HELP THEM!!" AU
It was thought that when someone died with Hanahaki's Disease, they were all but cured since their love died with them. After the first few bodies were buried, though, flowers matching the ones that killed them always sprouted from their graves. Character A's job isn't to clean the stones or stop grave robbers -- their job is to monitor the Hanahaki remnants' growth, make observations, and categorize new flora.
Obsessed botanist and activist Character A purposefully infected themselves with Hanahaki's Disease, but not for sympathy. They sought out the off-chance that their blood, their body, and their very bones were special enough to warrant the growth of a rare, extinct plant that could save the world. And if they couldn't do it, well, then they'd just have to get creative.
Overseas factories were known for their poor conditions, but a whole new meaning was brought to the word when Hanahaki's Disease began spreading like wildfire. For a small paycheck, these factories would house Hanahaki's sufferers and collect their petals to use in perfumes, ceremonies, etc. With the fatality rate of the disease being so high, they have a hard time keeping their stock consistent (without some foul play, that is).
Looking for some more Hanahaki's Disease ideas? We've got you covered! Here, you'll find all our Hanahaki's Disease ideas; if you'd like even more, shoot us an ask.
Hope this helps out, and happy writing!
-- Admin M xx
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pansyfemme · 1 month
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ro-sham-no · 3 months
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an excerpt from "road music" - richard siken
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dean has spent his whole life waiting for the love that he continually, habitually, involuntarily extends to be truly requited; waiting for his love to be truly returned to its fullest extent. it hasn't happened, he knows this. he'll never admit it.
first, he waited on john, the man he devoted his whole life to from the tender age of four. his drill sergeant, his field commander, his father. dean spent years waiting for him, this man who is so many different things to him, to notice his wanton devotion.
then, as he grew older, dean waited on Sam. his Sammy, his baby (-brother, his baby brother, because Sam isn't his baby, not really, though the admission leaves a bitter taste in his mouth). his Sam. his to cherish, his to love and hold and care for. dean waits and waits for Sam to grow up and return this overwhelming affection that has consumed him whole.
he thinks it might actually be happening for a while. during those blissful years where nothing pleases Sam more than hanging out with his big brother, no matter what they end up doing. as long as they're together, Sam's happy. dean didn't know life could be like this- happy, content. not constantly chasing after something he can't define.
but then dean drops out of school to focus on hunting, at their dad's behest (will you notice me now, daddy? please, daddy, please-). he drops out, and Sam - inexplicably, without reason or cause (not any that dean can see, anyway) - he drifts away. he starts fights with dean & john constantly now; yelling or throwing fists or fuming in silent mutiny more often than not, these days. the resulting disapproval from john, not just of Sam but also of dean, is crushing. despite dean's own bewilderment, john blames him for Sam's misbehavior. says that he should have better control of his little brother (his brother-son, his best friend, his confidant, his lov-), nevermind that Sam is john's son, too.
the two most important - the two only - people in his life, at odds with each other, and subsequently at odds with him. upset, with him. their affection, love, devotion, care- all gone; it was his fault, somehow. 
dean didn't think it was possible to physically feel your heart break into pieces. he was wrong.
the night Sammy leaves for stanford, dean swears he feels his heart disintegrate entirely. it turns to ash inside his ribs with a burning ache that leaves him clutching with both hands at the spot it used to reside in, vomiting the remnants into the grass on the side of the road after Sam's bus pulls away. it leaves a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly
and he thinks if he could just maneuver one (anyone's- john's- Sam's) into place---
well then, game over.
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ursunshinebitch · 3 months
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At least in my head we are madly in love
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paintpaintpaintman · 2 months
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Narinder didn't ask me to be his valentine 😔😔😔 but he said he loved me a total of 4 times before I gave up so I guess it's gotta count for something
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violetsteak · 3 months
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sick to my stomach and angry about the people I wasted obsessive incessant thoughts over that wouldn’t have probably pissed on me if I was on fire
my eye starts twitching when I remember it was all for nothing I was just trying to move on from the first one
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taisnottired · 7 months
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edizzy. starts crying
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rrr333sstuff · 17 days
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“Wanting to feel wanted is the loneliest feeling ever.”
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wordswithloveee · 7 days
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