#sad vibes

[softgothbabe]

Fear of abandonment 🤝🏻 The desire to leave before I'll inevitably be left

[k1exe]

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[shoujo-dump]

Hoteri Hotette First Kiss

[welcominthehell]

[hollow--graphic]

A quien tengo que rezarle para que las cosas vayan bien contigo?

[spicysidesalad]

Everyone wants the emo girl with the crazy clothes, the rocking body and the big sad eyes until they realize she is actually sad all the time and it’s not just part of the aesthetic.

[wastedpoets]

Surviving Girlhood: (And wishing you hadn’t) by Skyler Scott

(Link: Surviving Girlhood: (And wishing you hadn’t) https://a.co/d/7eExNpv )

[002yb]

If I may, an Au where Jason and dick were together before Jason's death, so when Jason comes back it's Nightwing, not Batman he tries to get to kill the Joker.

The only tragedy is that Jason feels he has to force Dick's hand. He gives Dick an ultimatum as if Dick would ever refuse him. He tells Dick to choose as if there's a contest.

'Him or me.' Jason mourns, oblivious to the reality that Dick chose Jason a lifetime ago.

Jason anticipates betrayal. He waits for disappointment. What Jason doesn’t know is that loss twisted Dick until he broke and with those pieces he drew new lines and boundaries that begin and end with Jason: Dick's legacy, his Robin, his little wing.

There aren't enough bullets in the gun he's given, but that doesn't stop Dick from aiming where it will hurt the worst. It doesn't stop him from emptying it, seventeen rounds - vicious and brutal and cruel.

Dick shoots where Jason was mutilated; his ankle and knee and hip, his shoulders, his ribs. He spent months tormenting himself with Jason's autopsy report - mourning every wound and every desecration until it was burned into his memory, until it was all he saw and all he dreamed. Dick could aim to kill, but he wants Joker to hurt. He wants him to suffer.

Dick knows Joker was laughing when he killed Jason. It doesn't matter how filled with rage Dick is or what resolve vengeance blinds him with, Dick isn't laughing. All the anguish that's been caught in his chest is torn from him - a strangled, wounded, inhuman sound.

The only tragedy is that Jason thinks Dick didn't mourn him, that he hasn't felt his absence every day since Jason was taken away from him. It's Dick's greatest regret and his greatest failure that this boy would think for even a moment that Dick wasn't changed by him in life and death, that Dick didn't love him viscerally, unconditionally.

Jason pulls away from the carnage, staggering back from Dick’s line of fire. There's something helpless in his expression, something young although Jason is so much older than last Dick saw him. But Dick doesn't see him through the tears that well up in his eyes. He's blinded by hurt and regret. He chokes on all his grief because fuck this terror that's haunted and hurt Jason.

(And damn Dick, too, for not doing this sooner).

Seventeen rounds and it's not enough. It doesn't hurt enough. It's not personal enough, so Dick tosses the gun and stalks forward with bare fists and bared teeth. Joker went for Dick's heart; Dick will take Joker's - he'll steal every beat and give it back to the boy Joker took from him.

Dick still isn't laughing, but neither is Joker. He smiles though, all bite to match Dick’s snarl. His is a madness not even Joker has known and it's clear in Joker's eyes what he thinks; Dick feels it, too: oh, so this is a monster.

"See?" Joker asks through blood and broken teeth, a swollen face and gasping breaths and Dick hates him. He hates him, he hates him, he hates him. "Hehehe, you see!"

Dick doesn't see anything but opportunity to lay a devil to rest and give a boy he loves peace. It doesn't matter to Dick what happens from here, just let Jason rest. Let that boy rest.

Dick will cross whatever lines he needs if it's Jason on the other side. He'll go to whatever lengths because Dick should have done this years ago; he should have followed through, but Jason was gone and Dick thinks he wanted to torment himself with his failures.

No more, Dick thinks to himself. No more.

Jason has always been the braver between them though - always painstakingly, heartrendingly kind.

It's why Jason stops him. It's why Jason wraps himself around Dick and forces him back and keeps Dick away. He stops Dick from crossing that line, holding Dick tightly, fiercely because Jason recognizes Dick's torment and how Jason's demands will add to it once all the adrenaline passes.

And Jason can't - he can't kill Dick in that way.

But Dick can. He will. He would do anything to give this ghost of a boy peace so that he might move on. Dick has to let him - he has to...

Dick fights him, jerking in Jason's hold to finish what he started. Desperate, frenzied, mad. His voice breaks when he screams and Jason's heart breaks along with it because it's everything he's felt for years.

"He took you from me." Dick cries, holding fast to Jason and letting go of everything else to cling to him. Hands bloodied and bruised and trembling because they can't pull Jason close enough. "He took you from me!"

[bsdtual]

Depressed Stray Dogs

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[nembluryou]

POOR GANGLE

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[welcominthehell]

[studyblrwithcoffee]

Really proud of this one 🌌🌑

[mazyb0i]

For @galaxy-fucked ‘s fanfiction “Throwing Stones In Glass Houses” on Archive Of Our Own.

I love you man, your fan-fiction is phenomenal, I’m glad I found a friend in you.

Without neon

[wastedpoets]

Why create something just to deny it love // Surviving Girlhood (and wishing you hadn’t) By Skyler Scott - Available on Amazon

[002yb]

I just want Dick to softly hold Jason's face and kiss his checks

Despite Dick's best efforts to be gentle, Jason flinches - pulling back so violently that he hits the wall behind him. He feels like a fucking animal, wounded and cornered and violent in his desperation. While Dick tries not to spook him, Jason is already beyond that point. He's disturbed; he's scared.

Fucking fear toxins - fuck.

But Dick is persistent and patient, calling out to Jason in a voice that soothes while everything else seems to fall apart.

There's a cackle in the distance that echoes off of alley walls, the drag of metal on concrete that draws chills down his spine. Jason swallows thickly and tells himself it's not real (only it was; it is).

A shadow shifts and something horrid gets caught in his throat - panicked and hurt and young. It tears violently from his chest when Dick grabs hold of him, a hand around the back of Jason's neck to draw him close, fingers grazing a still-tender scar and Jason can't even scream because he's bleeding out again, cut at the throat and left to die as the world burns red around him.

The antidote is administered efficiently despite how Jason thrashes and fights. He thinks Dick might apologize for being rough with him, but it's Dick who will leave with all the bruises Jason gives him. Even still, Dick holds him. Grunting when Jason pounds at his back, hissing when Jason scratches his nails into the weave of Nightwing's costume. Holding firm until Jason yields, weak in Dick's hold because all of the adrenaline falls away and leaves Jason raw.

'Get the fuck off of me,' Jason should say, but his body still trembles and Dick still keeps him tucked away in the cradle of his arms, his chin rested over Jason's head and keeping him small like he hasn't been in too long. It feels safe; it makes Jason's eyes burn with frustration and resentment and with hope he doesn't want.

That sound from before tries to escape him again when Dick pulls away. Jason bites it back, jaw clenched and teeth aching as he swallows down his own vulnerability. He's given away too much; no more.

But then Dick's hands are holding Jason on either side of his face, cupping his jaw and pressed to his cheeks. His thumbs stroke gently beneath Jason's eyes and Jason feels dazed by the tender affection.

When he searches Dick's expression, Jason sees a lingering concern. Dick got Jason the antidote though - they both know that Jason is fine, his hurt pride aside. Despite this, Dick wipes away tear tracks and speaks to Jason in a low and steady voice, a hush of sound to help bring Jason down. Foreheads pressed together, so close that their lashes give one another butterfly kisses as they flutter close.

And Jason still shakes. Fine tremors that wrack his body and wrecks the rest of him. A part of him wants to push Dick away or start a fight; he reaches up and holds onto Dick's wrists, instead.

There's blood on Jason's hands. It smears over the black and blue of Dick's suit - staining him, tainting him. Marred. Jason lets go in an instant, shrinking away when he realizes.

Only Dick won’t have that. He takes Jason's hands and rests them along the cut of Dick's jaw - held in a way that lets Jason feel Dick's pulse and the steady breaths he takes. Dick brushes his fingers over Jason's split knuckles and the points of contact bring Jason down; breathing even, heart calm.

"Why didn't it get to you?" Jason asks, his hands dropping from Dick's face to Dick's collarbone, smearing Jason's blood across him in a haunting way. Jason takes his hands back, anxiously reaching up to his own neck, just to be certain that he isn't dying - isn't dead.

(He looks at Dick, too. A careful inspection. Beneath the blood is a bruise along his jaw and Jason winces at how it swells).

"Exposure, maybe." Dick says. Reasonable as that sounds, Jason can't shake that it's a lie. Because Dick's eyes are dilated and though he tries to fight it, he's shaking. When Jason catches his gaze, Dick's smile is crooked - aware that he's been caught out. The bastard is still dosed. Before Jason can ask a question they both know the answer to, Dick assures him, "It burns out of my system faster than you guys."

This, Jason believes. Even still, he feels miserable that Dick would put Jason first. They're not anything to each other, not really. Dick should have left Jason to his demons; it's what Jason deserves.

When Jason insists on getting Dick an antidote of his own, Dick refuses him. Hand wrapping tight around Jason's wrist - a bruising grip.

"Don't-" Dick pleads with him and Jason flushes because Dick lays his fears out bare for Jason to see; vulnerable and consuming. "Just...stay. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

Not again.

Please.