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"Grant me your wrath, my dear. For I've become unworthy of your forgiveness"
#cw blood#cw: blood#here we go again#ineffable angst#good omens#good omens fanart#aziracrow#aziraphale#anthony j crowley#crowley x aziraphale#the angel broke his heart#so now its his turn to do the same#there is a song perfect for this one#but i couldnt find it#long live angsty pieces#ineffable husbands#ineffable divorce
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has this been done yet
#IK THIS IS A DEAD MEME#BUT I DONT CARE ITS PERFEC#PERFECT#billford angst is beloved and live slug reaction is also beloved#billford#bill cipher#bill x ford#bill x stanford#Stanford pine#ford pines#gravity falls#gf#gravity falls spoilers#gf spoilers#book of bill spoilers#the book of bill#the book of bill spoilers#live slug reaction
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...I-It's gonna be perf-fect!....
IT'S GONNA BE PERFECT!-
I drew SMG4. Not on the topic of his new episode, but still ⊂(´・◡・⊂ )∘˚˳°
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So... I watched the new episode and I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE SEQUEL!!!1! WHO WILL SAVE MEGGIE? TARI OR MARIO? I'M STILL IN ANTICIPATION AAAAAAAAA!!!!!
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#jakeit#art#artwork#smg4#supermarioglitchy4#super meme guardians#fanart#smg4 fanart#artfight#smg4 fandom#smg4 art#smg4 angst#smg4 its gotta be perfect#smg34#smg43
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'Exes to Lovers' prompts aaaah :
(feel free to use | also YALL GOTTA WRITE AND TAG ME. 8, 15, 19???? 20 and 25TH AHHHHH.)
glancing when the other isn't looking
not being able to hold their eye.
walking into them after years or months and realising, nothing has changed.
"wanna.. meet up for uhm some coffee later this week?"
realising how much you admire each other
getting too close to one another and fumbling away.
being pushed onto them in a crowd. and they're as warm as they were. AHHH
a brush of their fingers over yours. that small glance.
them shielding you from the crowd in an elevator (kdrama vibes aaah)
doing something you both used to do together. (like dancing, karaoke, baking, movie nights, getting coffee together etc)
laughing comes so easily with them. them knowing how to make u feel at ease >>>>
wondering if another step is taken it'll end up the way it was--broken.
"I've.. always missed you."
being so close to kissing. but saying, "I'm sorry." while still leaning in. "im so so sorry, i can't do this-" and then leaving.
"am i reading this wrong? if I'm.. push me away." WHILE BEING SO CLOSE, NOSES TOUCHING, eyes all over your LIPS AND SHI. AHHH.
"i don't want to lose you again, [name]. it hurt too much the first time and i was a coward for letting you go like that."
holding hands. trying to let go, but they gently squeeze it tighter.
falling back in love with how it feels to be around them first before u fall in ♡ w them.
"how can i ask you to stay tonight?" as a whisper, as a silent plead, or as a clingy tug.
"don't leave me alone." "i won't, love. not this time. never again."
the yearning gazes, lying near each other. just looking into each other's eyes.
"I've missed," they say pulling you closer, "everything about you."
"i didn't know how i feel yet. for you. for.. this."
^ "but..?" "but I'd like to listen to my heart. that's asking me to stay..."
kissing while crying?? just. gasping for more, fitting right between their arms and loving it???? ahhhh :'((
#writer prompts#prompts#romantic dialouge prompts#dialogue prompts#writing#writing inspiration#otp prompts#romance writing#imagine your otp#writeblr#writing prompts#romance prompts writing#urfriendlywriter#exes to lovers dialouge prompts#exes to lovers#EXES TO LOVERS HAVE SO MUCH ANGST AND AHH ITS PERFECT FOR RAINY SEASON.#otp writing#fake scenarios#imagine your characters#love prompts that melted me#showing love#romantic gestures#exes to lovers prompts#prompt list#writers of tumblr#women writers#writerscommunity#angsty dialouge prompts#romantic prompts#writing romance
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Hhhhhhh more AU's that I will never write based on that post that's like:
"You came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy."
Joongdok:
KDJ gets isekai'd right at the ending of Ways of Survival. The ending of a story is like death. There is nothing written past the Final Scenario and YJK slowly starts transforming into an outer god. Not like SP, but more like an extant form of life, with garbled memories and messed up form like 'Made in Abyss' if you've ever seen it.
YJK just looks like a blob of stories. He cannot even be called remotely human. KDJ tries to pick him up, but his existence is like a gelatinous sack, and sentences slip past his arms. He cannot even hold him.
They spend their days in N'Gai forest. KDJ tries to make him comfortable. He cooks for YJK. They watch rounds of Ways of Survival together.
I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die
KDJ won't let him
Doksoo:
Her childhood friend committed suicide when she was young, and her therapist suggested she write out her feelings in the form of a story. Han Sooyoung is the type who loves hard, and the grieving process takes decades. By the time she's ready to let go, she's 26, and she's thousands of chapters in. She gets isekai'd into her own story.
KDJ is there, alive, like a protagonist
She spent years trying to understand him in the hopes he would be resurrected in her writing, but because her understanding of him stopped when he was at the lowest point in his depression, this Kim Dokja is eternally at his lowest point in the pages.
The narrative keeps him alive. The purpose of this story is so that KDJ can live.
Living is so painful for KDJ, but for a universe that was meant to grieve him, to hold onto him, to capture him 'exactly as he was' he is doomed to never become happier because a happier KDJ did not exist in reality. HSY tries. She tries so hard to change the already-written sentences.
She can't she can't she can't
The one who loves this story cannot change this story.
Yoohan:
A soul for a soul. That is the law of exchange in demonic pacts. They wanted to bring back their deceased mutual friend. They thought they were being smart and had found a loophole: they would each trade one half of their soul in exchange for one whole Kim Dokja. That way neither of them would die and KDJ would live. But demonic pacts aren't fair. The demon gave each of them one half of Kim Dokja.
50% YJK now inhabits 50% of KDJ in his body. He doesn't understand himself anymore. He's acting different and he knows it and its almost like he's a character and a reader is projecting himself into his actions.
50% HSY now inhabits 50% of KDJ into her body. She can hear him talking to her sometimes. She barely recognizes who he is.
HSY and YJK chase after the vestiges of someone else in each other.
(When they wake up the next morning, bare shoulders peeking past the sheets, they both turn their backs and start crying)
It's not who they're looking for. They cannot recognize each other broken. They cannot recognize themselves.
Who are you? Who am I?
No one is happy
#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#joongdok#doksoo#yoohan#han sooyoung#yoo joonghyuk#kim dokja#yoohankim#ao3#lialox writes#orv au#I don't like writing angst unless its a character analysis soooo#feel free to take these AU's and run with it lol#im more of a bittersweet writing gal#or 'tragedies with perfect endings'#but where's the sweetness in this? where's the 'perfect ending'? None of these AUs are for me :D
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i adore ur engie having a chord tail so re: requests how does spy feel about/interact with it
he'd mostly think it's endearing, part of Dell's silly charm. sort of like when you see a puppy
sometimes Dell uses it to get Spy' attention, or to make sure he's still with him and Spy sometimes uses it to make sure Dell doesn't impulse buy a set of power drills or a tablesaw
though, no matter how much spy thinks the tail is cute, he knows it was designed out a desperation.
things rarely go without complications when dealing with amputation and prostetics - things like phantom pain or conectivity issues and basically an every day issue Dell will be forever insecure about the fact he can't just engineer it all away, he definitely regrets cutting half his arm off.
so he designed the tail as a way to counter his weakness. but what if Dell doesn't just stop at the tail? what if he tries to mess with his anatomy further? what if he ends up doing something that irreversably destroys his body? sure he's an engineer, but not a medical proffesional.
what if the pain becomes unbearable for Dell though? what if further modifications are necessary for him to live in peace? will Dell know when to stop? Will Spy know when to draw the line? when to put his foot down?
what if Dell loses himself to the idea that he can elliminate all that is wrong with him with mods like this? what if this is just the beginning?
for now it's probably fine. probably
#ummmm#i kinda blacked out at the end there#my bad#anyways waouw look at this cute engiespy guys what no theres nothing under the cut dont worry#tf2#tf2 fanart#doodle dump#engineer tf2#spy tf2#engiespy#gunslinger#chord tail#practical espionage#napoleon complex#it's kinde cringe because its hashtag deep and angsty#but i just like the theme of losing yourself to the fascination of upgrading yourself to the point of no return#like when do you stop being human you know#or when do you draw the line of “i'm at my best” and “this is enough for me”#or do you not draw one at all and do you strive for perfection#something something theme of flesh weak machine stronk#anyways im gonna go grab some food because i forgot to eat all day cus i got a little fixated on this idea#have fun#also snail i made all this angst just fir you because you seem like the type of person to like angst#also no beta we die like men
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i wonder if the shows ever gonna acknowledge how many clones the batch have just straight up murdered, especially echo whos always the most keen on saving his brothers
#i know its just bad writing BUT PLEAAASE DEAR GOD MAKE THEM HAVE SOME ACCOUNTABILITY#my art#star wars#tbb#bad batch#tbb echo#echo#edit i think this is being misconstrued a little#im mainly referring to season one when im talking about them killing clones#and yeahh they dont rllly like. straight up murder them but they arent exactly going out of their way to save them yk#thats the point im making#and yes this is also kind of about echo being the algorhythm like its perfect angst material but we've kinda just forgotten about it#which is sad
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a different version of @steddieangstyaugust - day 3: “the sunset looks lovely, don’t you think?”
#stranger things#stranger things art#eddie munson#steddie#stranger things fanart#steve harrington#steddie fanart#ori arts#steddieangstyaugust#almost 9 hours 👏#its not perfect but i tried something new and im very happy with how it turned out!#angst
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Breaking point
Based on this post, for @aroace-poly-show 's Hollow☆Wonderland AU
#hollow ☆ wonderland#dialogue from enstars#FUCKKKK YOUU MARLOO MAKING ME FEEL THINGS FOR A GUY INSIDE AN ALTRRNATIVE STORY /lh#GET HW U DONT HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BR A STAR BLASTED#this is only your fault. should not have given me perfect comic dialogue#anyway. i dont know how this scene plays out actually. but i think about it every day. and i assume its smth like this from ehat i know#kerizart#prsk#prsk art#prsk au#tenma tsukasa#kamishiro rui#wxs#a bit scared abt tagging this since. tsks angst. its kind of a sore spot for this fandom. but eh whatever#i needed to torture this guy some more. sorry. fav character privilege. and ur au is not helping
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please Please PLEASE everyone go read Like Every Tree Stands on Its Own by @mightybog it is phenomenal and has deliciously altered my brain chemistry. AND there's a sequel in the works which is sure to be just as marvelous and heartwrenching and beautiful as the first.
Seriously, I have been rotating this story for days, even made some picrews about it (courtesy of ElenaA's Kiss Crew, beloved).
Anyway, please go read and kudos and comment and show her some love because she deserves it.
#bbc merlin#merthur#merlin#arthur#like every tree stands on its own#fic rec#arthur pendragon#there are so many moments im still not and never will be over#merlin and gwendydd discussing arthur's death#the love confession#the brilliant weaving in of quest for camelot story beats particularly the ones associated with if i didnt have you#arthur talking to hunith near the end#the end itself#OHHHHHH THE END#and just merlin and arthur and the way they orbit each other and draw each other in#such a perfect balance of angst and joy#the hurt/comfort is exactly the dosage i require#as is the silly fun and love#also the way that so many legends and myths and pieces of arthuriana are woven together into something so tight knit - perfection#feeds my inner arthurian maniac in the best way#dont think i told you that yet mightybog dear but you should know#been obsessed with the arthurian legend for longer than i can remember and this filled every nook and cranny of my arthurian soul
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Girl was a lil too honest and got a grippy sock vacation💀
#By far my favorite neutral ending#LIKE ITS SO JARRING BUT ITS THE PERFECT TURN IN HER ROUTE#her insistence on mc not believing her#only for a reality to exist where Bela is betrayed by everyone she has confided in😭#the angst is ✨chefs kiss✨#resident lover#resident lover spoilers#bela dimitrescu#resident lover memes
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The feel of paper ( and affection) Welt Yang x reader.
fluff time
You missed the feel of your lovers hands on your body , gently tracing your the bare skin of your flesh through the gap between the hem of your ash gray shirt .
Lately , he’s been off the Astral express and around the Luofu , something to do with the Mara-struck , Dan Heng , and a lord ravenger .
You sighed as you remembered how depressed the boy looked when he had to reveal his past and saw everyone stare at him .
However , when he came back , you didn’t judge him and instead smothered him in affection and hot cocoa because that’s your job as his practical mother figure .
When Caelus came back and looked just as depressed as Dan Heng did , you knew it was going to be a long day because usually Welt took on a lot of parental responsibility when it came to the children.
You mentally prepared yourself to smother your beloved in affection when he comes back from the exhausting mission he had .
Coffee? Check.
The softest and fluffiest blankets you could get? Check.
Books ? Check .
Hot Cocoa in case he doesn’t want coffee? Check.
You were officially prepared to give him the comfiest snuggle pile of his lifetime , and you dint care whether he was sweaty or dirty, the man deserves it.
When Welt came back from the whole ordeal , and explained what happened to Himeko and you , you took his arm and gently pushed him into his room and pulled out some of his favorite books .
He took coffee while you had a conversation so sleeping was not an option , you ended up in deciding to have him read in order to lay back and relax.
You went over to his private bookshelf and pulled out a few historical books , taking note of where you took them from in order to put them back , you didn’t want to frustrate your overworked lover after all.
You walked over to the neutral colored bed and placed down the books at the edge before picking one up , diving into the covers , and holding one out to him .
To him , you looked like a small puppy begging for some attention and trying to take care of him at the same time .
Your lover smiled before taking the book , opening the cover and flipping over to where the beautiful white rose was pressed in .
You snuggled up to him before resting your head against his arm and holding one of his thighs captive in between yours .
Soon the arm became his chest because he shifted a bit and placed an arm around your body .
You two had a routine of reading a book together before bed because you both had insomnia, it helped you guys sleep when you read , and since you two had someone to share the time with , it made you much more drowsy.
But unfortunately, the poor man had consumed a heck ton of coffee , it was his comfort drink , and you had to reap the consequences and stay up with him and keep him company .
He started reading out loud for you since you couldn’t really read in your mind unless you would fall asleep in less than 5 seconds , also his voice was honestly very soothing so you loved it .
The book cover was old and worn , anyone would’ve thrown it away , but not welt , apparently, it was from a cherished friend , so he kept it , and many other old books .
It was a hobby of his to collect antique books and store them away into his room for you to read , it was honestly endearing to you . Time to time , he’d let you read them when he wasn’t there with you .
He knows that you love antique items too , so when you mention a book that you’d like or some sort of vase or jewel , he’ll do anything within his power to get you the item you desire .
There was this one time you wanted an ancient vase , for you recognized it from your childhood , it was high in sentimental value to you .
It was your mothers vase , the one she said was a family heirloom before the house burned down , you though it was lost forces until you saw it .
When it was auctioned off , you cried your heart out and Welt comforted you half the time and then left with Himeko and the rest of the Astral express attempting to raise your spirits .
Welt was gone for literally only 8 hours before returning with a carefully packaged parcel , cushioned with styrofoam and bubble wrap .
He gave you the vase before kissing your forehead and telling you to open it , you opened it and lo and behold , the vase you cherished was in there .
You tackled him and smothered him in kisses until he gently pushed you aside in order to breathe .
You giggled and laughed when he did and to this day you still thank him continuously, the vase shinning like the sun on his desk in your shared room whenever light hit it.
You look over to the side and smile softly before returning you attention to your lover , the smell of old paper and wood filling your lungs .
You snuggled into his embrace deeper as you felt the soft material of his scarf against the skin of your face .
You then realized .
The male hasn’t even taken a shower.
You facepalm yourself before tugging on his arm sleeve , silently asking for attention .
He turns his head towards you , grabs the pale white rose and presses it into the book before tilting his head and asking “ What’s wrong dear?”
“ You haven’t taken a shower.” You dead panned before gently pushing him out of bed in order not to sully the covers and sheets anymore with the sweat of your lover .
Now don’t get it wrong , you love him , but basic hygiene is needed even though he may have fought a person that was literally 100 x bigger than him .
He stares at you before chuckling and moving to the closet to get a pair of pajamas and then goes outside to the public bathroom so he can take a shower.
You wait patiently for 20 minutes before he returns and you greeted with the sight of the Welt Yang , whose usually has a neutral color palette, in bright yellow pajamas with a robot in the front of his shirt .
You stifle a laugh that tries to come up your throat before patting your side , he complies with your silent request and burrows underneath the covers to join you .
Soon enough you chest to chest , legs tangled , and your dozing away while he plays with your hair gently as to not to disturb your peaceful slumber .
It’s been awhile since he’s seen you ever manage to sleep without tossing and turning , but now , you’re as still as water .
He nuzzles the top of your head for a bit before saying ,
“Sweet dreams , my love”
#Welt Yang x reader#Welt Yang#Welt#Mr. Yang#honaki star rail#fluff#TINY BIT OF ANGST#LIKE 2 PARAGRAPHS#ITS 2#Reader likes historical things#Welt has historical books#Perfect pair.
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wait why is drunk byler a possibility for canon i’m lost
the cast has been filming at this house this past week, ppl speculating theyre filming a party of some sort… we might be wrong tho lol cause we only rlly have pics of the house exterior
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#“omg this song fits them perfect!” cause it was written for them#literally lol#reinaeiry#'Outmatched' Azula original song#“i'm a soon to be dictator”#but its kinda sad too#atla#avatar the last airbender#avatar live action#avatar cartoon#web weave#screencap#screencaps#azula#zuko#fire lord ozai#angst#the novels too#the whole thing is quite sad
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「いかないで」
arataka reigen/reader angst and fluff
vent
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You're leaving again.
'It's just a short trip,' you'd assured him. 'I'll be back in a week.' 'I'll be back before you know it.' 'I'll be safe.' 'I won't die.'
He knows you'll be alright. He knows you'll be safe. He knows you'll be back in a week. He knows you won't die, but he can't— he can't get those horrible, horrible thoughts of you dying in unimaginably terrible ways out of his head. He knows you'll be okay, but he can't stop thinking about why, how, you might not be.
The two of you sit on those cold airport chairs, the metal chilling his skin. He holds your hand in a bruising grip, his knuckles white. He breathes hard, struggling to keep himself from crying. He shouldn't cry. He shouldn't cry.
Your suitcase sits in front of you as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, not paying attention to him. It's so cold. The steel of the chair is so cold. The air-conditioning is so cold. Why are you so cold to him right now?
Your hand is warm. Your thumb caressing the back of his hand is nice. You're nice. You're warm. You shouldn't leave. Why do you need to leave? Don't go.
He hears the words of the airport attendant over the speaker, announcing that the last flight of the day was prepared to be boarded. He panics, a tremor coming to his hands, his eyes growing wet and glassy with tears. He blinks them away before you can see.
You switch off your phone. You get up and off the chair, taking your luggage in a hand and beginning to walk off. His hand slips from yours, and he scrambles to follow.
He's too slow. He's too slow to follow you.
He stares at you as you walk. He stares as that god forsaken bag rolls across the smooth marble floors, making a sound so grating and horrid it makes him want to rip his ears from his head.
He shouldn't cry. He wants to stop you. He wants you to stay. He wants to say those words, he really, really wants to say those words.
'Don't go.'
As the doors slide shut, hiding you from view, he can't hold it in anymore.
He falls to his knees, burying his head in his hands. He cries, he sobs, he begs you to stay, knowing that you aren't here anymore, knowing you can't hear him.
He knows you'll be back. He knows you'll be fine. He knows you won't die. He knows you'll be safe. He knows you'll be fine when you come back. He knows when you'll come back.
Do you not like him? Do you hate him? Why do you have to leave?
He knows why. He can't come along. He wishes, he begs to whatever god is merciful, but none of them listen.
You're leaving again.
He knows he shouldn't cry. He really, really shouldn't cry, but he still, so selfishly, wants to say those words to you.
'Don't go.'
It's so cold. Why is it so cold? Why is the airport so empty? Why is it so dark?
Why can't you stay?
He dries his eyes, leaving the airport. The night is cold, silent, as if judging him. He's being so childish, crying and worrying over a week-long separation. He shouldn't cry.
The floor seems to swim and shift underneath his feet, as if trying to knock him to the ground. The night is falling apart. His vision is blurry. His head hurts. His hands shake. His knees tremble.
He boards the bus, sitting down on the cold plastic seats. He shouldn't cry. He shouldn't cry.
He checks his messages excessively, looking at your empty chat for hours, staring at the illuminated words on the bright screen.
'I'll be back soon!'
He imagines watching you lying down in a hospital bed. He imagines watching you pass on. He imagines your funeral. He imagines your gravestone. He imagines feeling the rough stone underneath his fingertips as he caresses it. He imagines bringing flowers to your grave. He imagines bringing your favourite food to your grave. He imagines crying at your grave. He imagines his tears wetting the soil. He imagines how lonely he'll be without you.
That night, he cries himself to sleep.
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You look so happy in those pictures you send him.
You're smiling. You're laughing. You're grinning.
You're so much more attractive than usual. You're so much more pretty than usual. Your eyes sparkle so much more than usual. Your hair is so much more shiny than usual. Your smile is so much more radiant than usual.
He stares at the pictures for hours.
He dreads the cold nights. He dreads the lonely mornings. He misses you.
He doesn't go to work all week. He stays at home, sitting in his cold, cold room, the blankets and coats and sweaters and scarves doing nothing. He's so cold without you. Why did you have to leave? You're so warm, and he's so cold. Why did you have to leave?
He doesn't eat, he barely sleeps, just staring at those pictures you sent him. Staring at your happy face, staring at your beaming smile. Staring at you.
Why are you so happy without him? Why don't you seem to miss him? What did he do wrong? Do you not love him? Why do you hate him?
He misses you. He loves you so, so much. He wants you to come back.
He counts the minutes. He counts the hours. He counts every minute you don't message him, and he counts every minute that you do. He counts every minute you call him, and he counts every minute you don't.
Seven more days. Six more days.
He misses you.
Five more days. Four more days.
He misses you.
Three more days. Two more days.
He misses you.
One more day.
He misses you.
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It's the last day. He's ecstatic, a wide, dopey grin plastered on his face as he quickly showers the first time that week and changes into something presentable. It's all for you.
He runs to the bus when you message that you're reaching soon. He sprints, almost falling over, scrambling up the bus's stairs and settling, shaking, into a cold plastic seat. He's still so, so cold without you. You're so warm, and he's going to be able to feel your heat again.
He stumbles out of the bus, almost falling over as he runs as fast as he can into the cold airport, almost slipping on the cold, smooth marble floors. He sits in the cold metal chair, waiting impatiently. He checks his messages obsessively, watching that live location thing you'd sent him. He watches as your little icon glides slowly across the path. It feels like it goes on forever.
You finally arrive.
He scrambles out of his seat, sprinting towards the doors as they slide open and you slip through. He runs into you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing, squeezing so hard it pushes the air out of your lungs and leaves purple bruises on your skin.
He holds the back of your head in a tight, crushing hand, running his fingers through your hair. He buries his face in your hair, breathing in your shampoo. He's breathing heavily, and his breathing quickens further when you give a tight hug in return, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
He's shaking, you notice. His grip is tight, crushing, bruising, and he doesn't let go for a long, long time.
When he finally does, though, he lets out a long, slow sigh, his grip loosening a little as he puts some distance in between the two of you, just enough for him to look at your face. He cradles your cheek, his expression calm, calmer than you've ever seen it before.
"I missed you," he says simply, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, pressing his palm to your face as you smile at him. "I missed you too."
Those words make him feel good, make him feel better than he's ever felt. You missed him. You missed him even though you were having so much fun. You still love him.
Your eyes light up.
"I got you a gift," you say excitedly, rummaging through your bag. You pull out a small box, about the size of your palm. He takes it from you almost immediately, ripping the cover off.
It's a bracelet. A small, silver one, elegant chain wrapping around winding branches. Gemstones line the sparkling metal. He struggles to get it on, his fingers shaky and his movements fast, almost frantic.
You laugh in amusement. "You like it?"
He envelops you in a crushing hug again, muttering and mumbling as his grip tightens around you. "I love it," you hear, barely intelligible. "I love you. Oh, I love you..."
He releases you from the suffocating hug, his hands on the small of your back.
"Can we go for ramen now?" He asks, almost begs. He's starving, not having eaten a proper meal for a week. "Please? Anata?"
Your heart flutters at the sound of him using that pet name for you. It's so, so rare to hear him calling you anything other than your name. You don't mind it, of course, but this is a... Pleasant surprise.
You smile. "Of course."
His dopey grin widens as he takes your hand in a bruising grip, leading you out of the airport and to his favourite ramen shop.
He's warm.
#vent#Spotify#im gonna vent in the tags <3 really feeling this one boys#ive never related to a song this much. i havent even experienced romantic attraction before#it feels so stupid. i feel so stupid#theres so many things going on in my life and i cant#i cant keep track of any of them.#i get plenty of love. i have good friends. i have a good mum and a cool dad.#why cant i accept their love?#its so perfect. its so perfect. my life is perfect; flawless. why cant i see that?#why do i want to die?#...#it really breaks me how simple that sentence is.#「いかないで。」#no kanji. no fancy pronouns. nothing.#like a child.#reigen arataka#arataka reigen#angst#reigen x reader#arataka reigen x reader#reigen arataka x reader#did anyone leave? no. im just lonely
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Hi smg34 nation i offer some angst today
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