#like angsty af

[milksnake-tea]

good morning reaper kissers i bestow upon you amnesia angst

"Sorry, do I know you?"

Instantly, something behind those red eyes shatters. The stranger's hand stills, and for a moment, time ceased to exist. Inside, you see blood welling from the cracks, a healed heart cut open once more. His mouth opens and closes, again and again, but no words find his tongue.

Your heart squeezes. Already, you want to take your words back, to throw away all reason and embrace this stranger and tell him that everything is alright. But your body refuses to move, frozen on the empty street.

You don't know this man.

That is something you know for sure. No matter how much your heart may weep, no matter how badly it screams at you to comfort the white-haired stranger, to love him, you yourself have no recollection of him.

And so you stand there, staring at the man you've forgotten.

"I..."

He stutters. He hesitates. He curls back, back into his shell. You don't know why, but you hate the tears forming in his eyes, glistening like pools of water.

Your hand reaches towards him, but you pull it back.

"I'm sorry." You step back.

He shakes his head, his gaze dropping. "Don't... Don't be. I should be the one apologizing."

Despite his calm facade, his voice quivers. His shoulders shake, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. Again, your heart screams, twisting at the mere sound of him.

"No, it's okay," you say, your voice soft in an attempt to ease his worries. "That person, they must mean a lot to you."

Broken eyes meet yours once more.

"They... were everything."

You can't help but think he meant to say something else.

Bleeding red burns into your irises, expecting something, anything that would indicate - even by the smallest bit - that "you" were still there.

But you could never give him what he wanted.

You try for a smile. "Well, I hope you find them."

He doesn't answer to that. Grief swirls in his eyes in a whirlpool of mourning, trying to pull you into them, trying to pull you back.

But something keeps you from diving in.

Your feet move on their own. By the time you finally come to, you've already left him.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[wikitpowers]

i don’t think some of ya’ll have grasped the fact that we will 100% be getting the “why did you leave?” angsty kitty scene… like imagine the yearning, the hurt, the feelings. oh that scene will be like no other.

[iwasbored777]

If you need me I'll be watching this on repeat the whole evening this always makes me so weak

[chemzee]

So uh. MelDan ammirite? This (kinda) blew up on Insta and other socmed I use so ig I'mma upload this here too lol

It started as a crackship (and it's still is, I kinda like to jokingly them imagine them pretending to like each other but actually wanting to skin each other alive, a little ooc for both of them, but it's mostly just for fun) but rn I'm exploring the potential ""relationship"" through a more angsty lense.

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[viscanpikamine]

Deltas my boys <33

Criminal that this is just for a few seconds of a tiktok vid so I’m posting it here and I’ll probably turn it into an actual drawing lol

Left to right CZ I haven’t added the colors : Fixer, Sev, Scorch & Boss

(Sev’s the one doing the bunny ears because he absolutely would lmao)

[hotcat37]

OFFLINE/ONLINE

[consumeroflemoans]

Aeons are fucking hilarious because what do you mean you laughed so hard at a baby falling you became god

[zenopic]

[the-ace-with-spades]

Buck has just one New Year's resolution --- get over whatever he feels for Eddie.

He's thought about it for some time before the New Year's Eve party at Bobby and Athena's, mostly because he didn't know what to do with himself since he and Natalia broke up --- and Eddie and Marisol haven't --- and the more he thought about it, the more he felt trapped with no escape route.

Eddie will always be his best friend, Chris will always be his best buddy. But there's no way further, despite what his heart keeps imagining.

Marisol isn't at the party --- Eddie said she is celebrating New Year with her brother --- but Buck can't stop thinking about how the party will look next year. How she'll be here, giving Eddie the midnight kiss along with all the other couples and Buck will be there, the only person on the sidelines, still waiting for something that will never happen.

Even now, with Chris in Harry's room, completely de-attached and uninterested in spending time with the adults, Buck feels... numb. Like he is missing on something but not being missed.

Buck goes to the kitchen five minutes before midnight, intending to wait out the actual countdown and the midnight kisses. Eddie tracks him down a minute and twenty seconds to midnight.

"Why're you sulking in here?"

"Not sulking," Buck says and it's technically true. He's just feeling a bit raw. "Just needed a minute alone."

Eddie steps closer to him, leans on the counter next to Buck, so close their hips keep brushing up, but still turned towards Buck, enough that Buck can see his lashes fluttering, the little beauty marks on his tanned skin, the warm shade of his eyes, the soft creases around them as he raises an eyebrow at Buck, waiting for Buck to explain himself.

The timer says fifty-one seconds when Buck makes up his mind.

It's forty-six seconds to midnight when Buck leans down, his hand landing on Eddie's collarbone as he kisses him.

He closes his eyes, lets his nose brush Eddie's, lets himself taste the strawberry cheesecake he ate a few minutes ago, breathe in Eddie's sandalwood aftershave, stroke the broken skin on his bottom lip.

Buck steps back when there's no response. Blinks the wetness away from his eyes.

Four...

Eddie stares at him, wide-eyed and silent, leaning back on his hand on the counter.

Two...

There's nothing but surprise on his face, coarse and unprocessed.

One...

The fireworks outside start erupting and there's an echo of cheer from the garden when the whole team watches the New Year begin.

Buck smiles but looks away. "Thought I'd leave that behind with the year."

[liltaireissocute]

Gifts

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

I did it I wrote a fic for my boys. Huskerdust has a hold on my heart. I hope you like it.

[unclewaynemunson]

hi i just found your blog and i’m in love with ur writing<3 imma stalk it, if that’s ok!! also, saw ppl can send writing ideas (u don’t have to do this it’s just something i like reading lol) and i see lots of angsty fics where steve is the one that fucks up and has to apologize but I also think eddie could fuck up too - so if you could right something angsty (with a happy ending obv lol i’m not made of stone) where eddie fucks up and has to figure out how to apologize to steve :) but like i said no pressure if it’s not something you want to do <333

keep up with your writing, it’s beautiful <33

Ohmygod this is such a lovely message, thank you so much <333 Seriously this really means sooo much! I hope you're having a good day, lots of love!

And YESSS i love this prompt! I started writing something and it completely got away from me so now it's getting waaayyy longer than i planned it to be, whoops. I'll give you the first part already and I hope to have the second (longer) part ready soon.

(also, i wrote this post a while ago which also has angst and eddie being kind of a dick so you might like that one, too)

XXXXX

'Do you know what day it is tomorrow?'

They're on Eddie's bed together, the two of them, not doing much – or rather, Steve's not doing much. Eddie, however, is tirelessly scribbling down ideas in his notepad to prepare for the next Hellfire meeting.

He looks up from his notes to look at Steve in disbelief, wondering if he's for real with that question.

'Friday,' he answers in the most scathing tone he can muster.

'C'mon Eddie, don't be a dick,' says Steve, but a small smile is playing around his lips. 'Can I take you out tomorrow night?'

'I have band practice on Fridays. You know that.'

'Yeah, but I talked to the guys. They're okay with skipping it one time.'

'Dude, I'm not gonna miss my band practice for fucking Valentine's Day.'

Steve frowns. 'You don't have to say it like it's a gross word, you know.'

'But it is a gross word, Stevie!' Eddie exclaims dramatically. 'Come on, you know just as well as I do that it's not for people like us.'

'Seriously?'

Eddie doesn't understand why Steve is acting so surprised. Honestly, what did he expect from dating a non-conformist queer metalhead, exactly?

'It's not even about romance, man! It's a conspiracy of the big corporations so they can capitalize off their ridiculous made-up heterosexual ideas of what relationships should be like. Nothing romantic about it, it's all bullshit.'

Something shifts in Steve's gaze. 'It's all bullshit?' he repeats, eyebrows arched into a frown.

There's something in his tone and in his pose, his arms crossed in front of his chest, like he's challenging Eddie, that makes Eddie feel like he can only double down on this now.

'Yeah. Complete bullshit.'

'Okay.' Steve nods, opens his mouth, then closes it again – seems to swallow his own words, before he continues: 'Okay, good to know. I won't keep you away from your band practice, then. Um, you know what, I should be heading home now.'

'I thought you were staying here for the night?'

'No, I changed my mind.' Steve doesn't look him quite in his eyes. 'I think I just wanna be alone. Get a good night's sleep.'

Eddie squints at Steve as he gets up from his lazy position on the bed to grab his shoes.

'Are you angry?'

'No, I'm just – you're probably right, I don't know why I even thought – never mind.'

But Eddie can't see Steve's face as he's ducked down to tie his shoelaces, and his voice sounds oddly strained. Steve leaves Eddie's room without so much as a kiss on Eddie's cheek and only stops in the living room to say goodbye to Wayne before he heads out into the cold evening.

'You and Steve okay?' Wayne asks after the sound of Steve's car has faded away. Eddie is still standing in the middle of the living room, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

'I... don't know,' he answers his uncle's question. 'He was being all weird about fucking Valentine's Day, can you believe that?' He lets himself fall onto the couch. 'What about this –' he makes a vague gesture at both himself and the room around them – 'could have ever given him the idea that I'd care about Valentine's Day?' It's impossible for him to keep the disgust out of his voice.

Wayne sighs. 'And did it ever occur to you that maybe he cares 'bout Valentine's Day?'

Eddie scoffs. 'Of course he doesn't care about Valentine's Day, he's –' Shit. The horrifying realization dawns over him and it makes so much sense that he wonders how he didn't see it right away. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Steve Harrington cares about Valentine's Day. And he probably planned some big romantic surprise date for Eddie and all Eddie said was that it was bullshit.

He groans and lets himself fall further into the worn-out couch cushions.

'That's what I thought,' Wayne comments dryly.

'Shit! Shit, shit, shit, I fucked up so bad, Wayne! How could I have known?! He's a fucking badass, I didn't think – Ah, damnit, I'm such an idiot!'

'Badass or not, if you didn't wanna be with some hopeless romantic, you been lookin' in the wrong place, boy,' Wayne says.

Eddie lifts his head up to take a look at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. It's almost eleven thirty. That leaves him with about eight hours until Steve wakes up on his own in that big empty house, on Valentine's Day, ready to start his day feeling completely miserable. It's time to switch into all-nighter mode.

XXXXX

(Update: read pt2 here)

[wikitpowers]

okay so obviously i know that twp will break us (we all know that's true) but idk about ya'll but i'm at least grateful that i can prepare myself mentally for the pain bc like imagine picking up twp randomly thinking it's gonna be a fun little series??? like honey u have a long shot coming here

[iwasbored777]

Y'all wtf is going on in Spiderverse fandom?! It gets more toxic every day. If I didn't love these movies so much I would have left a long time ago

[beanghostprincess]

Summary: After the events of Enies Lobby, Usopp feels like Sanji’s words are going to kill him. They feel like bullets on his skin, and he doesn’t know how much he will be able to handle of Sanji’s pity turned into sweet talking. He misses the Merry. He doesn't deserve to be with them. Unlike Sanji. He loves Sanji. He hates loving him. He's everything Usopp is not. And it aches.

i just finished my sanuso fic!!! i think i did pretty well focusing on usopp's insecurities after enies lobby and i'm really proud of how it turned out <3

[endwersed]

in that horrible limbo where I want to write, but I can't stay focused on any one story long enough to actually write