#angsty and sad as hell

[gaybitchfx]

-🍓 Character(s): Douma

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: NSFW

-🍓 Warning(s): possessive behavior, manipulative love & Stockholm Syndrome

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Your relationship with Douma was a healthy one from the very beginning. You both loved each other equally and showed it in many ways let it be by touch, gifts, etc... That changed for the worst.

Douma began to love you far too much to where he’d put a tracker in your phone so he could know where you were at all times.

If you came home even a few minutes late you’d get an ear full and sometimes a couple of slaps.

He’d comfort you right after, saying how he didn’t mean it and that he was just looking out for you. Being so stupid, you forgave him all because you loved him. How stupid you were. Before you knew it you were kept in the house not being able to leave.

“I’m only doing this because I love you okay?” Douma would say as he kissed your tear-stained cheeks and held your shaking hand which was caused by a recent panic attack. “I just want you to continue loving me no matter what, my love.” That ‘love’ was far gone. But you did as he asked so he wouldn’t hurt you. A month had passed and you decided to go with your plan to leave this cursed place. It was late at night and Douma was of course, asleep.

You knew where the extra key was and decided to try and use that to leave through the front door. What a silly move. When you made your way to the door your hands were shaking, the thought of freedom being on the tip of your tongue as you fiddled with the key. That was until you felt someone’s hand gently caress the back of your head before yanking your hair. A scream left your mouth as Douma dragged you, his grip on your hair tight and firm as he lead you to the bathroom. Surprisingly, the bathtub was already filled with water almost like he knew you were going to try and escape.

Try and leave him. As you cried for Douma to let you go that fell on deaf ears and before you knew it your head was forced under the water. You would kick and scratch, your screams muffled by the water. You could barely make out Douma’s face from under the water but just by a glimpse of his eyes, he had the intent to kill you. If you’re dead he wouldn’t have to worry about you trying to leave him. Douma wrapped his hands around your neck which was still submerged under the water till your flailing began to become weaker.

That’s when he pulled you back up. Letting out a gasp you instantly began crying and there Douma was, comforting you. “Don’t cry my sweet, I’m here~ Do you promise to only stay by me?” Douma pressed small kisses on the back of your neck as you nodded your head. “Yes..” You crooked out, your voice horsed. Since that day, you were chained by the leg to a metal pole that allowed you to go to places you needed to go to.

Everything was babyproofed from the number of times you’ve tried hurting yourself, but that didn’t last long. After being like this for so long this became a normal thing for Douma and especially you. To you this was love. Douma depended on you, but not as much as you depended on him. Always greeting him when he’d come home, sitting with him by the table, and eating together.

Do things ‘normal’ couples did. “I love you so much.” You hummed as you hugged Douma, he held you close with a smile present on his lips.

“I love you more.” He said and kissed your forehead, your tired eyes staring back into him with no light shining in them like the first time you two met. Your eyes used to be filled with life, but now they resembled the dead eyes of a fish. One of your friends had called the police after not seeing you for such a long time. They were concerned and had a feeling Douma had something to do with this. Officer Tengen had brought backup just in case. When they were finally inside everything was a mess. Trash bags were piled up onto each other in corners, the whole house was barely illuminated with light.

Their attention was brought to the sound of chains dragging against the floor. Tengen signaled the other officers to have their guns drawn as they slowly moved towards the room. “Freeze!!” Tengen would shout as he pointed his gun into the room only to see you on the floor and Douma brushing your hair.

In a matter of seconds, everyone knew what was going on and instantly put Douma in cuffs, him screaming profanity after profanity as he was dragged away from you. You on the other hand were taken for treatment both physically and mentally. You never stopped screaming for Douma on the way to the hospital till you tired yourself out.

By the time you arrived at the hospital, you didn’t do anything. Only asking for Douma and Douma only. When they told you he wouldn’t be around you anymore you lost it. Grabbing everything in sight and throwing it at the officers, doctors, and nurses. Even trying to hurt yourself to the point they had to tie you to the bed. When your friends came to see you you nearly hurt one of them, the same goes for your parents. That was not the person they knew before.

The damage has already been done, there’s nothing they could do besides pray.

Pray for your sanity and mental well-being to go back to how it originally was.

[feyinvestigations]

This will upset some people, but it must be said:

Jason Todd isn't a dark and myserious daddy dom or your brooding mafia boyfriend or w/e he's just kind of a lame dude

[tornado1992]

Tails is not a big fan of clothing.

But, he’s also not a big fan of Sonic forbidding him from using black hoodies, besides the fact that it’s an oddly specific prohibition (like what’s with the sudden interest in clothes?) there’s also the fact that Sonic didn’t exactly tell him why and just said something along the lines of “black is not your color”. Well first of all, RUDE, he would look so cool in black!, and second of all, who does he think he is? Sure he’s his big brother but not his boss, he’s the boss! He’s eight years old, he can wear whatever he wants!

So he might have just bought some black hoodies on purpose and he might be planning on wearing one today just to spite Sonic (this will show him, he does look good in black! Even if he never actually wears it…).

He usually arrives to Tails’ workshop at… 1 minute from now (oops, well, time flies when you’re scheming odd ways to annoy your big bro, time to shine, he only has 30 seconds left!), putting on the hoodie that quickly comes with the price of messing his bangs upwards instead of the looseness they usually show, oh well, doesn’t matter, maybe the new hairstyle would look good with the new clothes! He could even try and put on some metal accesories later, maybe something to make his tails look cooler.

He can hear jumpy and joyful steps as the front door opens rapidly behind him, Tails turns and puts on the biggest smirk he can manage, preparing multiple comebacks for anything the speedster could say about his new look, but when his sight reaches his big brother he notices there’s no annoyance surrounding him, not a bit of anger, and not a drop of amusement, all he can see in those emerald eyes is shock, before is evolved to confusion, just to be replaced by a pure sight of fear and something so much alike sorrow,.

Tails gasps to the sudden reaction, he was expecting Sonic to mock him for his wardrobe choice, not for him to freeze dead on his tracks without a word, not for him to just stare at him, and certainly he wasn’t expecting the upcoming tears he could see forming in his brother’s eyes.

Sonic stays still, looking at Tails as if it wasn’t him in that black hoodie, almost as if he was an alucination, a dream or even a ghost, just seeing right through him. Tails himself stays frozen while looking everywhere for the cause to his brother’s sudden change of attitude, he isn’t sure if he’s looking at the same Sonic he knows through those glassy eyes.

There’s hesitation in Sonic’s steps when he walks towards him, slowly, as if expecting the kit to disappear if he moved too fast, not that he noticed, he was far too busy thinking of a way to chase away his brother’s tears, and just as Tails turned his sight back at him he found his cheek being cupped by the hedgehog’s trembling hand, his sorrowful gaze directed to the kit’s face while he rubbed the fur on his muzzle, with such gentleness, as if he was holding the worlds most fragile, precious gem, a new softer touch finding its way to his bangs, putting them back to the usual style.

Sonic wasn’t one to show such direct affection, at least not in physical form, even if he was acting strangely clingier this past few days since the battle in the mountain… this was a whole new level, and Tails is not one to deny any of his brother’s limited edition physical affection acts; the last time Sonic held him like this they were far more younger, Tails being way more tinier, not even tall enough to reach and look straight into Sonic’s eyes, but that wasn’t a problem then, Sonic made sure to carry him so he was close enough for their foreheads to touch, that had been for special occasions though, for when one of them (mostly Tails) needed it, wether it’d be because of sadness, fear, sorrow, or a dreadful combination of all.

Apparently Sonic needed it this time, because the warmth of the hedgehog’s forehead against his wasn’t a memory anymore.

Yeah, Tails won’t be wearing that black hoodie again anytime soon.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

A long list of Clone Wars headcanons just cause

Sometimes Ahsoka will get the zoomies and how she handles that energy is roughhousing with Anakin who's more than willing to participate 

It becomes a show for the 501 because seeing the small togruta tackle the lanky ass nightmare that is Anakin Skywalker to the floor is hilarious 

They are both guilty of not knowing their strength so some people (cough cough Obi-Wan cough cough) caution them against it they don’t really listen tho which has resulted in some pretty hilarious injuries 

One of those injuries happened when they were playing around and Ahsoka shouldered Anakin so abruptly that he fell back on him tailbone and got the wind knocked out of him she sat by his side laughing her ass off

It took her an unreasonable amount of time to realize he was in pain and when she did she started apologizing like crazy she still gets embarrassed when people bring it up and still apologizes years later

There was another time when Ahsoka turned her back to Anakin when they were roughhousing and he pushed her so hard that she almost fell off of the landing platform they were standing on

He snatched her up by the stomach while muttering “I’m so sorry” and then he started frantically checking to make sure he didn’t seriously hurt her while Ahsoka laughed so hard she swears to this day that she pulled something 

Unfortunately when the laughter stopped she did realize she managed to sprain her wrist and when Anakin found he helped her wrap it

You’d think that they’d learn from these incidents but nope they still play fight like two big dogs 

Even tho Anakin and Ahsoka’s place is pretty clean it’s never really quiet there’s always gotta be some kinda noise 

Sometimes it’s Ahsoka’s music playing loudly in her room, sometimes it’s a holomovie in the living room, and sometimes it’s just them bickering in the kitchen

It doesn’t matter what it is it’s never truly quiet even at night there’s a small amount of noise from Anakin’s snoring (which he denies) and Ahsoka’s purring thing (which she also denies) 

As crazy as it sounds the people closest to them will admit that their noise is strangely comforting  

Anakin and Ahsoka are so freaking similar that it turns heads sometimes they’ll say something the other said but they’ve never heard like “This is where the fun begins” 

It’s stopped Obi-Wan in his tracks before it kinda freaks him out and worries him a little bit but it also puts a small smile on his face when the duo says the same thing at the same time

They’re also able to predict how the other will react once Ahsoka was teaching the clones tricks with her saber and they broke it they felt terrible but they were also terrified about Anakin’s reaction 

Ahsoka was the only calm one in the room and explained to the group that Anakin would pretend to be pissed for about an hour but then he’d “calm down” and ask for the parted to fix it and by that time rolled around she’d already have his favorite holo prepped and food from Dex’s

They listened to her with a healthy amount of skepticism and were happily surprised to find out the next day that she was right  

There was another time when Anakin and Obi-Wan decided to buy Ahsoka her favorite boba to soften the blow that she wasn’t gonna go on a mission Anakin told Obi-Wan that she’d be happy for a minute before asking what happened and he was right 

When Ahsoka got closer to Anakin the clones and everyone else she showed her secret passion for acting like she doesn’t know them in public when they piss her off

It worked a couple of times and one of those times Rex almost got arrested because the officer didn’t believe that they were the commander and captain of the 501st Rex didn’t blame the dude because he couldn’t prove it without Ahsoka’s help and she refused to back him up

Ahsoka finally dropped the act when the cuffs came out but she was still kinda reluctant

She did agree to take a break from that prank and she stopped doing it entirely when Obi-Wan had to bail Anakin out of jail (she bought a lot of boba for a very long time to make up for that one)

They will reference the prank occasionally by asking each other at random points in the day “Do I know you?” 

Like sometimes they’ll be out and Anakin will ask “Have we met before?” most of the time Ahsoka will answer “No actually we haven’t” (this girl is wearing his cloak he’s wearing one of her headwraps and his arm is resting on her head) 

Sometimes Padme will make a big deal of taking Anakin and Ahsoka out to do something just the three of them

Whenever Padme and Anakin show the smallest form of affection towards each other Ahsoka makes a big deal about gagging Anakin makes a bigger deal of “evening it out” 

Like if he kisses Padme and Ahsoka gags he’ll grab her and give her a big smooch on the forehead and then like the little shit that he is he’ll whip his lips calling her greasy

She gets him back by whipping the spit off her forehead with his robes (and also backhanding him which Padme kindly ignores)

Padme will sometimes tease her too like if she grabs Anakin’s hand then she’ll link arms with Ahsoka and make a small comment like “There now you’re even”

Sometimes Ahsoka will get them both back in the moments when they check on each other first she’ll make a big deal about saying “Well kriff me I guess” even if she doesn’t have a scratch on her 

Both Anakin and Padme will make a big deal about checking her for injuries with a couple of comments like “Oh my poor little padawan you have a scratch from training last night how did you cope”

I said in my first post that Ahsoka and Anakin have a playlist and I love the idea that they have different titles for them like “Obi-Wan’s least favorite playlist” “get ready to kick seppie’s ass” “the council pissed me off again” and stuff like that 

It’s all in good fun but they’ll never let anyone else see those titles because they know it’ll get a good scolding from Obi-Wan

The moment Obi-Wan knew Anakin had formed an “unnecessary attachment” wasn’t some big life-or-death moment on the battlefield 

In hindsight it was a pretty funny moment that was caused by Anakin’s stupidity cause he had broken a glass earlier that day and he thought he got all the pieces so he didn’t feel it was necessary to tell Ahsoka

Next thing he knows the poor togruta is gasping in pain and when he goes to check on her she’s sitting on the kitchen floor while the mother of all glass shards is sticking out of her foot 

Now you might be asking “How did Anakin miss a glass shard the size of his hand?” he honestly couldn’t give you an answer but he could tell you was in that moment he realized that he forgot to restock the med kit even though Ahsoka had reminded him about it earlier that day

All Obi-Wan got to see of this was a blur of Anakin holding his profusely bleeding padawan while yelling at the top of his lungs “Move she’s bleeding out!”

No one can really blame the man for dropping everything he was doing to chase after his former padawan and they also can’t blame him for assuming the worst like her being stabbed or shot

He didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked into the halls of healing but it wasn’t an embarrassed Anakin standing over a cackling Ahsoka as the healers scolded him for causing a scene

He makes a silent note to give Anakin a small lecture about keeping his emotions under control before checking on his giggly grand padawan

[thenamesapollo]

Quite curious to why you thought that Ink's dads were a diservice to his character in the first place lmao

man I don't even knooooow???? (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

I think I was just really up my own ass and that 1) i forgot that my interpretation of ink isn't the popular one, and basically no one knew of him. and that 2) I forgot I didn't create him lol.......

I was like 'him having dads doesn't make sense cuz he's supposed to be lonely' and like. no man.... u didn't make him what do u mean 'supposed to'.......

probably also bcuz I was pretty salty that a selfcest ship (<- something that makes me MAD uncomfortable) was canon to my special interest, and coming across something that makes me mad when I'm just trying to enjoy my interest pissed me off (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

but honestly every other point I made was kinda stupid lmao..... like it was my first ever L........

[boxofthings]

Hello! I have a question I want to ask but you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

I'm recently found out about Ghost x Roach ship and looked it up along with others ghostroach fics you and other recommended.

What I'm curious is, what made you ship it? What moments of them made you ship them? What hints have you seen from them? Or was it "I think it's a neat ship"? And I don't play cod nor likely would play it in the future. But I did watch the walkthrough of the og cod mw and still trying to finish it.

If you can answer this, thank you very much!

Hi! Completely happy to answer this and it's nice to see new people getting into ghostroach haha :)

I'll admit, there honestly isn't much in terms of hints in the games/in canon that prove these two would be a good couple/in love, and it's mostly due to the early fandom efforts that helped elevate the likability of ghostroach.

That being said I'm sure me and other ghostroach shippers can agree that a large reason why this ship is so appealing is more or less the "they died together" and the "doomed love/lovers" trope that makes room for so much angst (which we all know fandoms EAT UP) <-- This is the reason why I personally ship them I just love tragic couples

The og MW games came out when I was pretty young and yk how kids tend to hyperfixate on the most random things. Mine just happened to be og Ghost, and since we play as Roach I suppose me getting into GhostRoach was a bit like self insert?

But at the same time I thought of Roach as his own character and the fact that he didn't have a backstory (or really any info), that gave people the opportunity to give Roach any personality/quirks that they desired lol.

He was like a blank canvas for writers/artists to just throw their ideas on, and it's pretty common for people to ship their OCs with the most popular character, who, for MW2, would've been Ghost.

It's harder now to find the older content, but back then I remember GhostRoach being pretty popular (or as popular as a ship from COD back then could be) and I did notice people liked to make Roach out to be Ghost's perfect dichotomy, which seems to have stuck, as a lot of GR writers/artists nowadays, including myself, like to portray these two as two opposites that attract.

And with Ghost having a hella angsty backstory combined with him being a bit of a closed off, cold, soldier, it kinda seemed inevitable that ghostroach would become a thing, with people back them headcanoning Roach as a more optimistic, wide-eyed, type of person (and we all know people LOVE the brooding, hardassed, broken character falling in love with the caring, more lively and human character)

Even tho canon doesn't really offer much, there are still small moments that people love to bring up when justifying this ship. Like when Ghost specifically requests to be teamed with Roach on the op to raid Makarov's safehouse, as well as near the end of the Loose Ends mission where Ghost is the one dragging Roach's injured body to safety whilst reassuring Roach that he's got his back. And of course, when Shepherd betrays them, Ghost screams when Roach gets shot and immediately tries to apprehend Shepherd (him screaming "No!" just sounded so shocked and pained). All these moments made it seem like Ghost really cared about Roach.

The way these two died was pretty jarring, if I remember correctly I think even news articles were talking about this plot twist and their deaths. So these two are pretty well-cemented in video game history.

At the end of the day, though, GhostRoach is a pretty "I think this is neat" kind of ship. It's definitely enhanced by the nostalgia of the old games and the factor of being able to project onto Roach as a blank character lmao, but yeah you can't deny that people are gonna hyperfixate the hell outta the pairing that's always doomed to end tragically.

I feel like I could go on and on about them but I don't want to subject y'all to my messy rambles haha but if anyone wants to add their own thoughts I'd love to see it!

[theshireisburningg]

I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 2k

“It’s the Harrington boy again, can you tell Hopper we’re bringing him in?”

Steve leans back against the headrest and watches as Officer Powell bends through the window to speak into the radio, eyes linger on Steve as he speaks with a disappointed shake of his head.  He turns to talk to Officer Callahan and Steve only catches on to parts of the conversation, realizes he's not getting off easy when Officer Callahan gets into Steve's car, pulling it off the curb and away from the scene.

The blue and red lights that were painting the street shut off as Powell gets into the driver's seat, silent as he follows Steve's BMW down the back roads.

The ride to the station is uneventful, with occasional radio messages coming through that Powell seems to ignore. The real problem starts the second he's through the doors of the station, staring down Hopper who stubs his cigarette out and stands, marches until he's only a foot in front of Steve.

"What is your problem?" Hopper's voice is quiet, but Steve knows him well enough to pick up on the angry clench of his jaw, and sees the look he shoots Powell, who drifts down the hall in an attempt to give them privacy.

"Callahan and Powell are so fucking dramatic, you know that right? I didn't do anything."

"Thirty miles over the speed limit? Drunk off your ass, nearly taking out a fucking telephone pole, you're telling me that's nothing? Doesn't sound like nothing."

"Jesus, everyone goes thirty miles over on Franklin, the speed limit is a joke."

“Yeah? And a man was left paralyzed last year after he flipped three times on the corner near Rich’s farm. Is that a joke too?”

Hopper levels him with a look that tells Steve that was a rhetorical question and you better not respond. He waves Powell back toward the two of them.

"Book him overnight."

Steve's eyes widen, feels that punch in his gut when Hopper just gives up on him.

"Hopper man, come on. Don't do this, I'll pay whatever bullshit fines you want me to, just let me go home."

"I'm not doing it this time, Steve. I know you've been through shit- we've all been through shit, but just... treating your life like it's nothing? Putting yourself in danger when you know there are people that rely on you? My kid relies on you. I'm not doing it.  You're on your own for this one."

It hurts more than he thought it would, hearing Hopper go from angry to downright disappointed in him. He’s through the doors before Steve can respond, and Steve is left alone to stumble after Powell towards the back room.

The actual cell room is quiet, only occupied by one other person, an older guy Steve has seen pandering outside the package store on multiple occasions, curled up and asleep on the far bench. It reeks of cigarettes and damp cement, has Steve scrunching his nose.

"Anytime now."

 Steve sees that the cell has been unlocked by Powell who gestures him in.

Steve racks his brain for any way out of this, thinks of earlier in the month when he narrowly avoided this exact situation, and grasps at straws for a rescue plan.

"Wait I- I definitely get a phone call. That's like, the law or something."

"Oh, suddenly we care about the law, Harrington?"

Steve purses his lips and stands his ground outside the cell.

"I'll be quick."

And Steve thinks Powell must have had a shitty day because with nothing more than a sigh the door is closed with Steve still on the outside, a receiver pushed into his hand.

"Quick."

Steve dials fast, punches in the only number he's ever managed to memorize. The line rings, and rings, until Steve is eventually met with a beep, quiet static signaling the answering machine picking up.

“Shit..." Steve trails off, realizing in his haste to get a call he hadn't planned as far as what to actually say when he got through. He struggles through a half-assed explanation of his night.

"Hey, it’s um.. it’s Steve. There was a mixup and I’m at the station and Hop is being a pain in my ass. If you uh- wake up and hear this I was thinking maybe you could come pick me up?" Steve pauses, sees Powell watching him, and picks up on the hurry it up in his glare. “Anyway, I, uh- I love you. Call back if you can.”

When nothing else comes to mind, Steve hangs up, hoping he sounded more put together than he feels.

"No luck, huh?" Powell raises an eyebrow, and gestures for Steve to return to the cell.

"Fuck off. He'll call back, it's just late." Steve says with no fight, dropping down onto the metal bench with a clank.

"Mhm. I'm sure."

Once the lock clicks Steve tilts back, runs a hand through his hair and down his face, feels the exhaustion setting in. Now that he's sitting still it's hitting him how fucked up he got, how drunk he still is.  The room spins, and he closes his eyes in an attempt to drown it out.  The sound of the clock must lull him to sleep, because the next thing he knows he's jolting awake, takes a second to get his bearing, and realize that Callahan has taken over and is banging on the bars to get his attention.

"What?"

"Jesus kid, I said you got a call. You gonna take it or not?"

At that information, Steve rises quickly and stumbles towards the barred door now being held open for him. He grabs the phone resting on the countertop and answers with a breathless exhale.

"Hello?"

"Are you fucking serious, Steve?"

Eddie sounds pissed, even over the phone, and Steve flinches back from the receiver.

"I... uh-" is the most articulate response he comes up with, trails off into silence. It seems like Eddie wasn’t done with what he had to say anyway.

"This is the second fucking time this month, I mean... you're so selfish Steve you know that? I should just fuckin' leave you there. I mean- what gives you the right to call me and expect me to drop everything to come and save your ass? Again?"

"Baby, I'm sorry, I-" Steve sees the eyebrow raise from Callahan, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him, to stop talking. Eddie cuts him off, probably for the best.

"Don't fucking baby me Steve. Get real."

Steve doesn't respond, has no clue what to say, but forces a loud breath out to let Eddie know he's still on the line.

"I'll be there in fifteen. Fuck." The last thing Steve hears is the phone being slammed again the hook on the other side, and Steve stares into the receiver like he'll see Eddie on the other end, pictures him fuming as he paces the hallway of the trailer. 

___

It feels like he's back on the metal bench for an eternity before Eddie is coming through the door and Steve catches a glimpse of Hopper, who must have stayed at the station after all, whispering final words to Eddie who nods and enter the room alone.

Eddie hangs by the door, stares Steve down intensely but remains absolutely silent, only stepping close to slam a few bills on the counter to pay Steve's bail and pocket his car keys, ignores the mumbled thank you and retreats back to the door to wait for Steve to finish the paperwork.

Steve doesn't try to speak until they're in the privacy of the van and waits until they're backed out of the parking spot to say something.

"Eddie."

"Don't."

He does, anyway.

"Thank you."

"Do not thank me.  I cannot explain to you how much I don't want to be helping you right now."

"Then why did you?"

Eddie glances at him quickly, doesn't let the eye contact linger for more than a second before he's staring back at the road.

"I don't know Steve. Because I love you? Is that what you want to hear? Because despite the fact that you don't care about me- at fucking all- that I still drop everything to help you even when you don't deserve it?"

Steve sits up straighter, eyes fixed on the side of Eddie's face, and sees the pain there in the flashes of the street lights.

"I care about you. I love you. Why would you say I don't?"

"Because if you loved me you wouldn't get fucked up- on who knows what by the way- and almost drive yourself into a fucking ditch."

"Hopper is overexaggerating. I had two beers at a party and there isn't even a ditch to drive myself into on Franklin Street anyway."

Eddie sighs and shakes his head at Steve's words.

"And if you loved me you wouldn't lie to me about this shit. I've been dealing since I was fifteen you think I can't tell you're high off your ass?"

At the acquisition, at Eddie pointing out the truth, Steve has no response, and they sit in silence for the rest of the drive.

There are lights on in the trailer when they pull up but Steve is still careful to shut the van door quietly in hopes that Wayne is asleep because the last thing he needs is to disappoint the other half of his honorary father figures.

Luck continues to not be on Steve's side, as it turns out, because Wayne is sitting on the couch when he trails in behind Eddie, sets his coffee mug down, and stands to greet them.

"Son."

Steve nods and hovers back. He would usually greet Wayne with a handshake, or a hug when it's been a particularly long time, but now he refuses to meet his eyes and counts the tiles at his feet instead of responding.

"There's coffee in the pot. I'm going to turn in for the night if you boys are alright?" He directs this part to Eddie who nods and mumbles thanks before going to grab a single mug, slams the cabinet door louder than necessary. He fills it to the brim with black coffee and stalks down the hall to his room without looking back.

Steve follows, lost, and takes the mug as Eddie thrusts it into his hands.  He hovers by the door, takes a gulp as Eddie leaves, and comes back with a bottle of aspirin that he throws on the bed.

Eddie's facing away from him, and Steve sets his mug on the desk gently, steps forward until he's wrapping his arms around Eddie from behind, tries not to think too hard about how Eddie flinches at his touch.

"M' sorry."

Eddie sighs, lets his arms hang limply at his sides but makes no move to step away from Steve.

"You can't keep doing this Steve. I'm serious. This is the last time I help because I'm not going to be a part of this whole self-destructive bullshit thing you have going on right now."

"I'm going to get better. I'm trying." He rests his forehead on Eddie's back, words muffled into the fabric of his sweater.

"That's what you said last month when Hop caught you and Tommy buying coke outside Family Video."

"I'm sorry." Steve apologizes again, feels like it's the best thing that he can come up with that Eddie won't see right through.

They stand there quietly, Steve swaying them both side to side lightly. Eddie lets him but Steve can tell he's still tense, his shoulders drawn up in defense.

Eddie is the first to break the trance and squeezes Steve's wrist lightly before prying his hand off, stepping away from the warmth of his body.

"C'mon. Let's sleep."

Steve shucks off his jeans and climbs under the covers, watching as Eddie does the same.  He takes the two aspirin handed to him dry, tosses the bottle back to the foot of the bed, thinks it might be useful in the morning when the hangover pain really sinks in.

Eddie faces away from him still, rolls as far to his side of the bed as he can.  Steve feels the distance between them and wants to reach out and pull Eddie close but knows he has no right to.

He's not sure if Eddie is asleep but he speaks anyway, a whisper into the night.

"I'm going to get better. For you. I'll do it for you."

A beat passes with no response, no sign from Eddie that he heard at all, but then he's rolling over, eyes finding Steve's in the sliver of moonlight hitting the bed.

"You have to do it for you, Steve. Don't put that on me."

"I'm sorry. I will."

Steve sees that Eddie only half believes him, and knows they've been here before, the gap between them growing every day.

But Eddie reaches out and finds his hand under the covers, and brings it to his mouth.  A faint kiss to Steve's bruised knuckles.

"I will," Steve says again, just to fill the silence. Then, "I love you," because it's the only thing he knows he can say that won't be a lie.

[camillekaze]

feeling kinda like the end game here is me just going door to door to all my friends and saying "hey wanna see this thing I drew"

[sebille]

(don't send me spoilers, please. ) Oh god no OH GOD NO THEY'RE MAKING EMET SAD

[honeykaes]

Reminder no age indicator and you interact with me, I will block you

And secondly, not all of my stories will have happy ends and that’s okay. My Kazuha fic, I intended it NOT to be a happy end. I wanted you to feel the anigush and angst that comes with it, that what angst is suppose to do.

Please don’t expect angst to be hurt/comfort because it isn’t.

And please stop asking for a part 2 for this. It’s not from lack of ideas, it’s from I ended it how I wanted it to end. And no I do not give permission for anyone to use AI to make their “part 2” for this.

[leafatlaw]

thinking about writing something bitb for June

[aelswiths]

Based on this post.

For @volvaaslaug

[rorypoley]

FALSETTOS SPOILERS! LIKE BIG TIME HOLY SHIT SPOILERS.

thought i’d kick off my whizzer brown Wednesday with pain. still like. new to editing but i’m (kind of) proud of this (did i add too many transitions? probably!)

^ how do i make the thumbnail look good? eyebrow emoji

[sundrownsthehouse]

I know I've been absent here for a bit, but we move.

I'm over 2k into this next chapter and I haven't even gotten to the meat of it yet, which is really exciting for me. I had some MAJOR writer's block for a few weeks where I felt like all I did was wrestle with it, and I was struggling with a lot of self doubt, but I'm now starting to hit my stride again. Thanks for being so patient and so kind. I'm eager to share the next part with you all as soon as it's ready!

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

The juanaflippa fic is out btw!

[onehundredpercentsane]

the way I determine whether or not to start a media that I’m not sure if I’ll like or not is to go on ao3 and check the additional tags filter.

Those filters says a lot about the fandom and the media imo.