#but the angst won out

[dixie12]

January 28th, 2028

"You made it," Pat says, grabbing him and pulling him into a bro hug.

"Said I would," Jonny answers, forcing a smile. "My parents and Davey wouldn't let me back out, and Wirtz woulda killed me."

"You couldn't exactly miss your own statue unveiling, anyway," Pat's frowning a little, and Jonny corrects him.

"Our statue."

Pat looks like he wants to say something, mouth half open, and then PK comes rushing up.

"Mom says we have to go inside and get ready!" he cries, tugging on Pat's arm, and the moment, like so many others, is lost.

[reegis]

hi since you have out on the brain and i wont be inflicting it on you here's a headcanon of mine:

after nastya leaves, aurora stops talking entirely

[steddiehyperfixation]

how to stay with you (steddie ficlet)

written for @steddieangstyaugust day 29: future, and also inspired by this post i saw ages ago

1474 words | rated t | cw: unhappy ending

When Steve and Eddie first got together, they had been young and in love and that’s all that had mattered. At 19 and 20 the realities of the future seemed so far away, so caught up in each other in each present moment that it almost felt like they would never grow up, like time would never pass and they would never have anything to worry about. Conversations of ‘what ifs’ and potential issues were brushed aside, anything that wasn’t an immediate problem dismissed with a kiss and a carefree “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” There was no need for premature concern when surely nothing would ever be so big as to come between them. Because they were it for each other, weren’t they? They were forever, and forever seemed so easy when forever was young.

But the time did pass and they did grow up, and now the bridges they thought they’d never come to are looming before them, fast approaching.

At 25 and 26, they sit at the dinner table in the one-bedroom apartment they’ve lived in for years and Eddie tells Steve about the life-changing phone call he just received. The Hollywood music producer he’s been in sporadic contact with finally wants to finalize a plan and work with Eddie’s band officially, and Eddie is so excited he’s practically vibrating as he rambles to Steve about the album he’ll make and the tours he might go on and how they’re gonna have to start looking for places in LA soon because they have to be local and the producer wants to get started on this by the end of next month. He expects Steve to be excited too, to match his grin and maybe hold hands and bounce around the kitchen with him, but his boyfriend’s expression only falls further and further into a frown with every word Eddie speaks.

“Eddie-” Steve interrupts him, his voice far too serious. “I don’t want to move to LA.”

Eddie’s buzzing energy freezes, stopping short. “What?”

Steve repeats, “I don’t want to move to LA.”

“But-” Eddie frowns. “I was always going to move to LA, that was always my plan. You knew that.”

“Yeah, I-I know. But we always said we’d just cross that bridge when we came to it.”

“Well, we’re coming to it now. So, why don’t you want to move?”

“I don’t want to uproot our life here. And I don’t want to end up having to wait around in a strange city while you’re off on tours all the time.”

“You wouldn’t, you’d come with me.”

Steve shakes his head. “I can’t live like that. And what about when we have kids? That’s no way to-”

“Wait, Steve-” It’s Eddie’s turn to interrupt, all trace of his previous excitement gone, having dropped like a stone into his gut instead. “I don’t want kids. Like, ever.”

Something fractures in Steve’s eyes as he stares at him, almost hurt. “What? Why did you never say anything? You knew- I’ve always wanted kids, Eddie, you’ve always known that.”

“Yeah, I know, I just-” Eddie’s mouth feels too dry and his tongue too heavy as he wets his lips and shrugs guiltily. “I mean, we always said we’d just cr-”

“-cross that bridge when we came to it, yeah,” Steve sighs, a dejected sort of exhale that slouches in his shoulder as if the full weight of this conversation has suddenly settled upon them.

Eddie feels it too, feels them sinking somewhere they can’t come back from. “Is that, uh- is that a dealbreaker for you?”

“Kind of, yeah,” Steve admits, and he looks at Eddie like it devastates him to do so, emotion swimming in his eyes and straining his voice. “Is me not wanting to move to LA a dealbreaker for you?”

Eddie swallows thickly. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Would you ever change your mind?” Steve asks, a last ditch hope. “About kids, or any of it?”

“No,” Eddie says; though he hates to watch the last of the light drain from Steve’s face, he can’t lie to him. “Would you?”

“No,” Steve answers in a barely managed whisper.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and it shakes. His vision blurs. He says, “Then this isn’t going to work, is it?”

Steve stares at him with glassy eyes, like he’s watching Eddie become a ghost right in front of him. His voice breaks as he speaks, “You mean we’re not going to work.”

“Yeah…” Eddie confirms, and it shatters his heart. “I’m so sorry, Stevie.” He reaches for Steve’s hands across the table. “I love you more than anything, I really do, but I won’t give up on my dream, and I can’t ask you to give up on yours either.”

“No you’re right.” Steve breath shudders. His eyes fall to their joined hands and he blinks rapidly, the way he does when he’s trying hard not to cry. He squeezes Eddie’s hands tight, desperate for something to hold on to even as he agrees, “We want different things, incompatible things. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Exactly…I don’t want to hold you back,” Eddie echoes in barely more than a whisper, afraid if he tries to speak any louder he’ll break into tears.

Steve does break then, a sob escaping from his throat as if it’d clawed its way free, tears spilling from his eyes. Such a cry activates an instinct in Eddie that sends him leaping to his feet and pulling Steve into a hug within seconds.

“I’m so sorry,” he says again. His chest aches and he really wishes this wasn’t happening, hates that he knows that it has to.

“Me too,” Steve manages, head buried in Eddie’s shoulder. There’s no bitterness in it, only heavy acceptance. He knows it too.

They both know there’s no solving this, no compromise they could find that wouldn’t inevitably fester into resentment and regret. Because Steve wants to settle down and Eddie wants to fly - but Eddie isn’t built for the ground, nor is Steve for the sky, and there’s no common place left between them where they could both survive. It’s over.

So they mourn together while they still have each other to take comfort in, clinging tight to what they’re losing, just one last time. Eddie's crying now too, his tears streaming silently down his cheeks in counterbalance to Steve’s sniffly mumbling.

“I don't want to lose you,” Steve mutters. “Are you sure? Are you sure?”

And Eddie cries quietly into the crook of his neck that he doesn't want to lose him either, and he's sorry, so sorry.

When the worst of their sobs subside, they reach the bargaining stage of their grief, and they pull apart just enough to talk properly while still holding onto each other. Eddie swears he'll keep in touch, says he still wants to be a part of Steve's life. Steve makes him promise to send him postcards of all the amazing places he'll go to on tours and to invite him to shows whenever he's nearby. Eddie tells him to invite him to the wedding when - when, he emphasizes as Steve starts to shake his head - Steve falls in love again and finds someone who can give him the life he wants.

At that, Steve sniffles out a laugh, wet and humorless. “That would be cruel,” he says.

“I never said I’d actually show up,” Eddie clarifies, giving an equally complicated smile and bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “I just want to know. I want to know that you're happy, even if it can't be with me.”

Steve closes his eyes - another tear or two leaks out - and turns his face into Eddie's hand. In a whisper, he agrees, “Okay.”

They decide it would be best for Eddie to leave as soon as possible. Since they've already concluded they won't last, there's no reason for them to stay in the same apartment even just one more night. It would only hurt more in the end.

With a sort of dissociated detachment, Eddie packs up his things, separating his life from Steve’s one piece of clothing and decorations at a time. It's all he can do not to start crying again.

As Eddie turns to leave for the last time, Steve grabs his arm, impulsive, desperate, and begs him for one more kiss. So Eddie turns around and indulges him. He tastes the salt of their tears on their lips, clutching at Steve's waist and tangling a hand in his hair as they both kiss each other like they know they never will again. Eddie savors every bitter taste, memorizes every sweet feeling.

And then they’re out of time and Eddie's out the door, his whole future ahead of him and his heart cracked right in half.

[mariejordans]

the new limoreau fic on ao3 has been swiftly added to my favorites list omg

(everyone go read lilac wine by notreallystraight on ao3)

[whyarewecalledtheshipname]

if i had a nickel for every time a silver haired guy kidnapped a sunshine boy and his emo baby boyfriend had to go looking for him, id have two nickels

yes this is once again about yozora/sora/riku and sephiroth/zack/cloud. give it.

[hisui-dreamer]

random idea of a soulmate au where soulmates share each others pain (e.g. you trip and injure your knee and your soulmate also feels your pain on their knee) and you're soulmates with malleus but you've fallen head over heels in love with leona and want nothing more than for him to be happy and so in ch2 when savanaclaw plays against diasomnia in spelldrive, you actively put yourself in excruciating pain all so to disable malleus so your beloved lion can finally, finally get a taste of being first place

to be continued here

[averlym]

" just...come here. just sit here with me" (...that one scene from princess momonoke, click for better resolution)

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[burning-academia-if]

Anyway, what if I said Rook's short made me cry-

[countlessrealities]

"Shut Up" Kiss starters

@advnterccs sent: "I love you. That's all that matters." 💋 { To your Rick from my Rick ofc }

Fights were something intrinsic to every sort of relationship. Friends, family, romantic partners. Wherever there was an attachment deep enough to make you care about the other person's opinons, conflict was bound to happen. Even when you were trying everything in your power to prevent it.

Rick knew that, perhaps a little too well. He had gotten used to his personal bonds ending in heartbreak of some kind more often than not. So much that, in certain moments, he even believed that it was the only outcome he could ever have. Because of that, at some point, he had even started to intentionally cause those fights. It was dumb, it was self-destructive, but he clung to the idea that you got less hurt, if you were the one to bring harm first.

It had never really worked out that way, but bad habits were always hard to break. If not impossible.

Or, at least, that was what he had believed until his boyfriend had proved him wrong. His counterpart did that a lot, even if never on purpose, and Rick still didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. What was for sure was that it was a fact and he would have never had it any other way.

It came with his other self and he would never change a single thing about him, good or bad, no matter what.

The thought caused his chest to tighten painfully. Fighting with his boyfriend was something he truly hated. They rarely did, something he was thankful for, but at times it just couldn't be avoided. Their egos, their personalities, their tempers, so many things about them and their lives made it unavoidable, even for the smartest men in the universe.

They always made up, no matter how bad the fight was, and that was the only knowledge that made the whole process bearable, but that didn't change that it was agony. Like his heart was ripped out every time.

"L-Listen, Rick, I...That wasn't fair. W-What I said," he started, voice filled with regret and uncertainty. "I-I was mad and you were mad, an-and we both fucked up, but...I-I still shouldn't have."

He wasn't sure of how to word it right, he had never been good at apologies, but this had to be perfect. He had to make it up to his counterpart properly. It was the least he could do.

"I-I guess that what I'm trying to say is...-"

And he himself would have never know what it was because his boyfriend placed a finger on his lips before he could finish the sentence, speaking those sweet, warm words in a whisper. And those alone were enough to make Rick melt.

The kiss that followed only fed into that feeling, washing over him like a gentle wave of soft bliss and wiping away the ache that had still been echoing in his heart. The touch of those lips made him forget everything, as if it was enough to collapse the universe into a bubble were just the two of them existed. A space were all he could feel was love and them.

They were far from perfect and there would be more ups and downs waiting for them along the road, but honestly? He would gladly embrace them all because what they had there, while it could never be paradise, was all they longed for and all they thought they could never find again.

[orangetintedglasses]

@nicholas-wolfwood said: "I'm not asking what they would have wanted. I want to know what you want." (since tumblr won't let me copy+paste) It Can't Be Good for the Table // Howl's Moving Castle prompts

"What I want doesn't MATTER!"

It is loud, and it is frustrated, and Vash doesn't mean for it to come out like that even as he whirls around to glare. Something about the undertaker's insistence on the matter just... it makes something in him snap. Something that's been wearing thinner and thinner with each passing day; each incident that makes him shove everything down and keep it away from the surface. Guess whatever was holding it all down there couldn't stand the strain.

But why'd it have to give now? Barbs of regret instantly fill his throat like ropes of thorns, and the anger drops from his expression, leaving him without any wind in his sails and shocked that he'd snapped at the one person who'd ever even bothered to extend that sort of thinking to him in the first place. He steps back one step, then two, and pulls his shoulders in. Wanting to make himself seem smaller as he looks at the other with wide eyes--

"... I... I'm sorry, I didn't..."

[thegayneurodivergentagenda]

Snippets (by Multiple Artists) × Bad Buddy The Series

1. Home (by Catie Turner) × Bad Buddy The Series

I don't take spoonfuls of romanticism in my tea

But this is not a love song

It's my truth I have to speak

Oh, you are so important to me

And I won't let you go

I won't let you go

'Cause wherever you are is home

So won't you please come home?

2. Mastermind (by Taylor Swift) × Bad Buddy The Series

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This this the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear, I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

I laid the groundwork

and then saw a wide smirk on your face,

you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

3. For @desi-yearning , Maaeri (by Euphoria) × Bad Buddy The Series

[Translated from Punjabi to English ]

[teriya meriya, bhull gaya

bhull gaya, haar te jeet]

I've forgotten what's his or mine,

Forgotten who lost or won,

[hey mae, ki karna mein jeet nu

hove naa je meet, hove naje meet]

Mom, what good is this victory?

if there are no friends, if there is no friend.

4. Something Great (by One Direction) × Bad Buddy The Series

(PRAN)

You're all I want, So much it's hurting.

(PAT)

You're all I want, So much it's hurting.

Snippets Episode of BadBuddy× my Playlist because sometimes not all of the song fits, but some of it does, phenomenally, and I need it to be acknowledged.

BadBuddy× my Playlist 7/n

Crack!edit

You're all I want, So much, it's hurting.

[meteorshcts]

((Defiant-Ex-SOLDIERs)) ((Cloud)) “I don’t know you. Why are you talking to me?”

@defiant-ex-soldiers

“What...what are you talking about?”

Zack's hands were spread plaintively, his expression unreadable. Around them, the city bustled on, bright and loud and uncaring. He hadn't expected to see Cloud alive ever again, much less wandering around Midgar with the Buster sword on his back.

He swallowed at the implication of these words. He didn't know what the mental cost of mako poisoning was, only that it had rendered Cloud nigh unconscious for months after they'd escaped that vile basement. He didn't know if memory loss was part of it, didn't know how to get Cloud to acknowledge him.

Out of all the things to lose your memory of...

“You know me. Backwater experts, right?” Zack tried. “We were sword buddies. I taught you how to swing that thing, you know.”

[starshinc]

@adhesive-king said; [catch] for midoriya

[ catch ] receiver starts to fall, so sender reaches out and catches them! - Accepting!

He’d been too focused on his rambling again. How could he not be?! Izuku was busy telling his classmates all about the newest All Might Figure he’d managed to get his hands on! Sure, it would be a while before production, and even longer until he had the figure, but he was just so excited! He’s going to ignore the very valid point that All Might was quite simply their teacher, and he could probably just ask the hero for it - but he wouldn’t use that! He wanted to get it fair and square, like everyone else!

“So I ended up staying awake until about two in the morning to make sure I got it, but then-“ He’s so caught up, he ends up catching his foot as he walks along. Izuku is pretty confident that he’s about to hit the pavement, but thankfully, his fall was stopped. He’s blushing a tad, embarrassment creeping on his face in the form of pink rushing to his cheeks. “Thanks for the catch, Sero-kun…” At least the endless ramble about All Might merchandise has died down for the moment?

[godsfavoritescientist]

I had an angsty idea about completely one-sided billford where Ford gets Bill's attention during his portal travels and Bill is like "oh yeah, you. Surprised you're still alive I guess lol" but I can't find where I wrote down the line that Bill was gonna say to Ford that made me go "augh I'm writing this". Pain and suffering on planet earth.

[analogwriting]

Whyyyyy

WHYYYYY

The vivre card i swear to GOD-

I know manga spoilers okay i know what you’re planning you ain’t slick YOU-

…but at least Kese got what he deserved tHANK GOD also myra whyyyyyy

Kid keeping the letter with him……. I feel you i too like to make characters suffer </3

- number 1 kese hater (anti-kese nation we WOOOON)

😏😏😏 why....i have no idea 😏😏😏 what you're talking about anon

none at all 😏😏😏 what do you mean you know what im doing with the vivre card 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

he's just a widdle (big) guy that loves his bigs n was in mourning frfr

YEEEAAAAHHH FUCK KEEEEEESE