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chosopie · 2 months

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BREAK MY HEART - SUGURU GETO

inspired by I Don't Smoke - Mitski , art credit: 1luj

Suguru was a man who was often consumed by thoughts. Everyone looked up to him, because he was reasonable, capable, kind. Your friend group relied on him, for he knew what was right or wrong, what to do and not to do. He was the anchor and lighthouse. He was selfless.

Every single day, he gave himself to everyone like an offering.

“Give and take,” people would say. Suguru would always give. He would always take the darkness—swallowing filthy curses everyday. No one understands how it feels and tastes. To him, it was like swallowing puke back in.

Who would have thought that one mission could permanently shatter an unbreakable person? He broke like glass. One crack, and it leads to a series of cracks crawling and spreading, leaving the whole thing broken.

You vividly remember the night he came home, injured and exhausted. He kissed you passionately with hot tears running down his face.

Despite it all, he had you. You did not give yourself to people the way he did, but you gave your whole being to Suguru. You had your heart exposed to him and every other part of you.

There were several nights where you'd try to comfort him, but you knew you couldn't fix him. It's not that you weren't enough, you just weren't the solution. For someone as logical as Suguru, he valued solutions and answers rather than comfort. He had his priorities.

"I love you, Suguru," you'd whisper to his ear, your hands tangled up in his hair while he laid his head on your chest.

His eyes stared into nothingness, his mind occupied with so many things but you. "I love you," he said, without even fully processing it. His mind simply read your words and he just repeated them out loud for your sake.

Soon, another devastating blow shook Suguru.

When the news reached you, you were in denial.

"Not my Suguru," you thought. Your mind was in a frenzy. He could not have killed all those innocent people. 112 people. 2 of them were his parents. It was impossible.

Maybe it had something to do with his very being, the way he was designed. Was it possible that consuming all those curses meant consuming all those evil thoughts? Something had to be wrong. You were looking for everything else to blame but Suguru.

Suguru now stood across the road, his face blank and his lifeless eyes staring back at you like you were a void. A cigarette was held between his two fingers.

At this very moment, the two of you were on completely different sides.

It was like you were in a car with tinted windows, and Suguru was outside of the car, where he couldn't see you. He was staring into the tint's darkness, while you saw everything clearly. You saw him, but he did not see you.

"Please, come back. I don't care how miserable you are. Just throw it all on me. Share your burdens with me." You pleaded. "I can take it, just stay with me!"

His eyes narrowed at you. "Why are you still holding on?"

"Because I still love you, and I always will."

"I wish you'd stop trying," he shakily said. "My love, do one last thing for me before I leave, will you?"

"Anything."

"Break up with me,” he softly said. A part of him had hoped you didn’t hear him.

Suguru was in so much pain. Remnants and pieces of him were scattered on the palm of your hand but you could not do anything to fix him. Once a lighthouse, now a lost ship sailing away from everything including you.

Now, you find yourself smoking to remember his mouth.

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yukkiimrew · 2 months

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no ships but teen (trouble maker) x jjk!!

only for angst week!1 :D

A/N: I did Shoko cause she´s adorable!!

Hopeless, Rude and ignorant.

These are the name these damn teachers call you, but you don't care! They don't know what things you have been —. It's like they want you to stay calm, fuck what they think.

You were in foster care at a young age, paired with the most cold-hearted ¨parents¨ ever! They abused you, used you for money, and at the age of 16 you ran away. Nothing was there for you anyway.

You were living on the streets for rest for the time being until these wonderful women found you Shoko Ieiri. She felt pity for you and decided to ¨adopt¨ you.

You were groaning, yelling, and punching anything in your way! You didn't like the idea of being owned or following rules but after 4 weeks you warmed up to her.

She was kind and independent and she even taught you how to heal people but it all changed when she enrolled you into Jujutsu Kaisen. You met her friend Satoru Gojo and boy oh boy…he made you madder than before.

But at least you made some friends like Toge, Maki and Panda! (Panda was your favorite, he's cute!!).

But no matter how life was good was for you, you would still get angry when things didn´t get your way, yell at the teachers in a fit of rage. But you couldn't help it..so it's not your fault? But no matter how many times you tell yourself that, it is like you were the one to blame.

Hot tears fell to the ground as you watched the higher-up yelling at you for punching a student for pointing and laughing at you. Small whimpers leave your mouth as you replay this moment and a touch of patheticness around you.

Just wishing and hoping that Shoko would just come and hug all of the sadness of you.

Maybe someday you'll learn to be kind?

#shoko x reader #jjk fluff #angst with a happy ending #mrew.txt #angst week #tumblr fyp #fypppppppp #gojo x reader #teen reader #!!#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk shoko #geto suguru #ieri shoko

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addsalwayssick · 2 months

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think about if lily and regulus had ended up together. james, in love with both of them to a fault. he sees them kiss, or go to the library together holding hands. think about him watching from afar, his heart breaking. think about him thinking about never falling in love again because how could he recover? how is he so unlovable that the only two people he’s ever loved, loved each other instead of him. think about lily decked out in green for the gryffindor and slytherin quidditch match, wearing regulus’s jersey. think about how james knew it was supposed to be his jersey. think about lily and regulus cuddling, reading together when lily snuck him into the gryffindor common room. think about james coming and seeing them making out from quidditch practice. think about james sobbing at night, horrible gut wrenching sobs because he managed to lose two people who he loved. think about him making his rounds as head-boy, when lily is off-duty coming across them in a broom cupboard. think about a joined potions class on amortentia. think about him smelling regulus and lily, but on the other side of the classroom, lily and regulus are laughing about how they smell each other. think about him telling each of them beforehand, maybe a week before they got together. think about him telling regulus, and him saying that he’s got a thing for lily. think about him telling lily, and her telling him she’s got a thing for regulus. think about how he couldn’t tell sirius about his thing for regulus, and so sirius thought he was moping about because of lily. think of lily and regulus breaking up after a fight, and both lily and regulus go to james to hook up for revenge. think about him doing it, because he’ll have them in any way he possibly can. think about lily and regulus getting back together a day later, and james just gives up. think about how lily and regulus tell each other about how james likes them. and think about the two different endings. maybe they all get together, they’re happy, james is happy. or maybe james catches them laughing at him and his stupidity, and james is numb, is sad. think about it. or don’t.

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wellsayhelloaagin · 2 years

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Make Me Forget

Angst Week 2.0 Story 2/7 | Angst Week 2.0 Masterlist

Summary: The anniversary for Pietro's death is fast approaching and you make a promise to Natasha to look out for Wanda.

Pairing: Wanda x reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sad smut

“Look after her for me?”

It’s a simple request, whispered into your ear as Natasha hugs you, the quinjet engines rumbling to life behind her.

She pulls back and you nod, knowing exactly what she meant.

Natasha was about to leave on a mission, not knowing when she would return. All you knew was that it would be at least a month, possibly more and that Natasha wouldn’t be able to keep her promise to Wanda.

You knew she was worried about her friend and to be honest, so were you.

Wanda had been different lately, withdrawing from the group and spending more time locked in her room. You didn’t blame her though, if you were in her position you would probably do the same.

The anniversary of her brother’s death and the demise of her city was quickly approaching, each day closer to the one-year mark was a reminder that Wanda had lost the last remaining family she had.

You could only imagine how hard it must be for her but you were determined to help her in any way you could.

You knew that Natasha had promised to be there for her, Wanda confessing to the redhead one night that she didn’t want to be alone when the day finally came. Now you would take her place, proving what little comfort you could to a woman who was still clearly grieving the loss.

“I will,” you assure Natasha, looking over at where Wanda stood behind her, arms wrapped tight around her stomach as if it were the only thing holding her together.

The weeks pass quickly, Natasha’s absence in the compound feeling greater with every passing day.

Wanda continues to withdraw, the bags under her eyes indicating that she wasn’t sleeping much. You knew she had nightmares, your bedroom was right across the hall from hers.

When she did join the group, Wanda was irritable. She snapped at the others when they tried to engage her in conversation and she always looked on the brink of tears afterwards, apologies falling from her lips before she would scurry back to her room.

She hardly ate anything and you knew that you were letting both her and Natasha down.

You were at a loss, you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to push, not wanting to overstep Wanda’s boundaries but at the same time, you hated seeing her hurting so clearly.

It wasn’t a secret that you had a crush on the brunette. You enjoyed spending time with her, spending your days watching old sitcoms and laughing on the couch together. Wanda made your heart flutter and you felt like maybe, she had feelings for you too.

But you were too scared to ruin your friendship and you knew she was in no state to make a move now. You were more concerned with looking after your friend and helping her through a difficult time.

The day before the anniversary, you find yourself sitting at the kitchen counter at a loss for what to do.

Wanda had fled quickly after breakfast, leaving you sitting there with Sam. You must have looked pretty pathetic because the next thing you know he sighs loudly, making you glance in his direction.

“Look, it's obvious you care and want to help,” he begins, laying a hand on your arm in support. “What that girl needs is a distraction and someone to listen. Use that big brain of yours and work something out.”

With that he walks out of the room, a plan already forming in your mind.

The next morning you wake up early, ready to set up your day.

You spend the next hour gathering the supplies you would need, checking them off the list you had prepared.

When you were sure you had everything, you knocked on Wanda’s bedroom door. You wait a few moments, wondering if maybe she was going to ignore you before the door swings open.

Wanda had obviously been crying already, her eyes rimmed with red and there were dried tear tracks on her face.

“Goodmorning,” you tell her, handing her a cup of coffee. “You’ve got twenty minutes to shower and get ready before we leave.”

Wanda chews her lip, looking at the coffee and then back to you.

“Look,” she begins and you can already tell what she’s about to say. “I appreciate the effort but-”

“Not buts,” you cut her off, pushing her towards her bathroom. “Twenty minutes and I’m coming back for you.”

You almost expect her to protest more but you know that her curiosity over what you had planned would win out.

You spend the day trying to make her smile as much as possible. You watch her favourite sitcom on the couch together, laughing at the same jokes you always did. You help her make paprikash to bring a bit of home to her, eating it in the garden and soaking up the rays of the sun. You spend some time reading aloud one of her favourite books, your back resting against a tree as she lies across the picnic blanket, her head resting in your lap as you absentmindedly play with her hair.

She drifts off halfway through a chapter, her eyelashes fanning across her cheek as she sleeps. She looks peaceful, you decide, and you continue to stroke her hair while you watch a family of ducks waddle towards the pond.

When she wakes the sun is beginning to set, the sky cast in an orange glow that bathes her in warm light. If it were any other day you may have kissed her and taken the risk for just one chance with her.

She smiles shyly at you, sitting up and stretching slowly.

“How did you sleep?” you question, trying to distract yourself from the way her shirt had ridden up her back as she stretched.

“Good,” she replies, looking back at you. “No nightmares.”

You swell with pride at doing something right, maybe the day was a success after all.

“So what now?” she asks you, looking out towards the setting sun.

“I was thinking pizza and movies on the couch?” you offer, hoping it was enough.

“Throw in some wine and you have a deal,” she retorts and you can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

The night goes well, the pizza and wine combination is a hit. You have a few glasses, not wanting to go overboard. Wanda isn’t as restrained however, polishing off the rest of the bottle before cracking open a new one.

When some of the team make their way into the living room, you feel her tense beside you and make an excuse to continue your movie night in your bedroom. You know that Wanda wasn’t ready for a group of people and you didn’t want to ruin your good day.

At some point, you both fall asleep because when you wake up, the credits are rolling. At first, you don’t realise what woke you but then you hear a whimper beside you and the pieces start to click together.

Wanda’s face is scrunched up, her brows furrowed as she cries out again. You know she is experiencing a nightmare and you want nothing more than to be able to take her pain away.

She gasps suddenly, eyes flying open and landing on you. You pause for a moment, not knowing what to do before Wanda is crawling into your arms. You can feel the tears through your shirt as she shakes against you and you run your hand soothingly up her back.

“Why does it still hurt so much?” she whispers into the dark, her voice unsteady. “Why does it still feel like we just buried him?”

“I don’t know,” you reply truthfully, placing a soft kiss against her hair.

“I want it to stop,” she cries, burying her face into your neck. “I just want to stop feeling for a while.”

“I wish I could do more to help,” you admit truthfully, feeling like a failure.

Despite your best efforts, you didn’t really change anything for Wanda.

“You did plenty to help,” she responds, lifting her head to look in your eyes. “You made me smile on a day that I didn’t think I’d be able to. I don’t think you realise how much that means to me.”

You want to look away, feeling exposed by her gaze. Her green eyes are locked on yours and the world feels like it slows down as she leans in.

The kiss is light, her lips pressing against yours softly while you hold your breath. You had dreamed of this moment for so long and now it was finally here and you didn’t know how to feel.

You thought you would be happy but everything just felt wrong.

Wanda’s lips tasted bitter from the wine, her cheeks still wet with tears. As much as you wanted this, you knew you needed to stop.

You push at her shoulder gently, the warmth of her lips leaving yours.

“Wanda,” you say gently, not wanting to hurt her feelings. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” she challenges, moving into your space again. “I know you like me, I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“It’s not right,” you tell her, your heart feeling like it was in your throat at her words. “You’ve been drinking and it’s been an emotional day. We should go back to sleep.”

“Please,” her soft plea almost breaks you but you stick to your resolve. “I want this, I do.”

“Not like this,” you shake your head, trying to ignore her hand wandering to the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Please,” she tries again, this time trailing her lips down your neck and making you shudder. “I need this.”

Her hand dips under your shirt as she presses a kiss under your ear. You feel your body melt into her, your drowsy state making it that much harder to resist.

“Please,” she whispers in your ear, her thigh slipping between yours. “Make me forget.”

The sun wakes you this time, the yellow light peeking through the curtains. You try to stretch but your arm is pinned down.

You open your eyes to find Wanda lying there, her bare back exposed, the sheet of your bed draped over her waist.

Your mind flashes back to the night before, the way her body fit against yours, the way her hands felt on you, the noises she made as you tasted her for the first time, the cries of pleasure she pulled from you.

But you also remember the way the tears on her cheek glistened in the moonlight, the way her moans would sometimes sound like a sob, the way she wouldn’t look you in the eye.

You groan softly, realising that you may have ruined everything. Your friendship with Wanda was so important to you and you had put that in jeopardy last night.

You carefully extract yourself from Wanda, walking over to your bathroom. You study yourself in the mirror, deciding to take a quick shower to clear your head.

When you return to the room, you find your bed empty. Your stomach sinks and you can’t shake the bad feeling that overcomes you.

You check Wanda’s room but find it empty, the kitchen and living room not fairing any better.

You finally track her down in the library, curled up in an armchair by the window. You walk toward her, noticing her back stiffen as you get closer.

“Wanda,” you call out softly when you’re close enough, hands twisting nervously in front of you. “Can we talk?”

“About?” she asks, not looking at you.

“You know what,” you mumble, not sure what to make of her aloof attitude.

She sighs then, turning slowly to face you. Her face is hard to read and you feel like you want to throw up.

“Look,” she begins and your heart sinks. “Last night was a mistake.”

You knew it was coming but the words still hurt, feeling like a knife to the chest.

“I know,” you agree, looking out the window yourself. “But-”

“No buts,” Wanda interjects, throwing away any hope you had left to salvage the situation. “I was vulnerable and it didn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t have happened.”

“Oh,” you say quietly, trying to hold back tears.

Wanda just sits there awkwardly, refusing to make eye contact. You couldn’t just leave things like that though, not when there was so much on the line.

“It meant something to me,” you whisper looking down at your feet.

You see Wanda’s head turn toward you but you aren’t brave enough to meet her eyes.

“I know it shouldn’t have happened like that and I’m sorry,” you continue, your filter disappearing.

Might as well get it all out there, right?

“But I don’t regret it happening,” your hands are shaking at your confession, your heart beating erratically. “You said it yourself, you know I like you. But I think it’s more than that.”

“Wait,” Wanda tries to stop you but it’s too late now.

“I care about you so much Wanda and I know I could make you happy. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I love you.”

The room is silent after your profession, the blood rushing through your ears the only thing you can hear.

After a few moments of silence, you finally look back at Wanda. She stands slowly, walking over to stand in front of you. You feel a small glimmer of hope in your chest at her proximity, wondering what she would say next.

“I just don’t feel the same,” she tells you before walking past you and out of the room.

The weeks that follow are worse than ever.

You barely see Wanda, occasionally passing her in the halls or common areas.

Neither of you can make eye contact with each other. You feel the shame burning through you every time she’s near.

You cry almost every night. You cry for your lost friendship and for what could have been. You know that you really messed things up and you don’t know how you can go back to normal after this.

It all starts to become too much, so when a job opportunity opens up at the S.H.I.E.L.D base in California, you jump that the transfer. You want to put as much space between you and the heartache as possible.

You hold out on leaving until Natashas returns from her mission. You can sense her disappointment and you know that you’ll miss your friend once you’re gone. But staying was just more than you could bear.

Your bags are packed in the taxi and you were saying your final goodbyes to your teammates. One face was noticeably absent for the farewell, not that you really blamed her.

“I’ll miss you,” Natasha tells you, pulling you into a hug.

When you stand back up, you catch a glimpse of Wanda in the window, her face red from crying once again.

You hated that you continued to hurt her, but maybe things would be easier once you left.

You turn to Natasha, wanting to ensure one last thing before you drive away.

“Look after her for me?”

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#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #angst week #s writes stuff

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vanoeangstweek · 2 years

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Vanoé Angst Week Prompts

"We're strangers. If the other stops being useful, cut him loose. If he gets in the way, kill him. That's all we are, and you know it." - Vanitas, chapter 50 The prompts for Exposure Therapy: a vanoé angst week are here! The week will run November 7th-13th, using the hashtag #VanoeAngstWeek2022.

There are 3 prompts for each day: a theme, a trope, and dialogue. Day 7 is a free day but prompts are there for anyone who wants them.

Prompts: Day 1: Selfish/Selfless • Forbidden Love • "I couldn't stop myself" Day 2: Scars • Hurt/Comfort • "What did I do to deserve this?" Day 3: Jealousy/Yearning • Fake/Secret Dating • "I need you" Day 4: Goodbyes • Unrequited Love • "I can't do this anymore" Day 5: Memories • Lovers to Strangers/Enemies • "You promised" Day 6 : Sickness • Amnesia • "I'm tired" Day 7 [Free Day]: Blood • Major Character Death • "Please don't leave"

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reminiscingtonight · 2 years

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Angst Week 2 Masterlist

Note: DO NOT REPOST AND/OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS ANYWHERE. Reblogging, commenting, and liking is enough.

Heyo, I guess we’re back at it again. Everyone thank @wellsayhelloaagin for reminding me how much fun we had with this last year, and consequently resulting in me cranking out a few things. Just a reminder, there’s only one rule for this week: no happy endings, just pain. So, happy reading to y’all!

Hardest Thing (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

The Exit (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Cold (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

The Night Sky (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Somewhere (Multiple x Reader)

[Angst Week 1 Masterlist]

#Ace's masterlist #angst week

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dunefandomevents · 1 year

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Angst Week 2023

Here are the prompts for the 2023 Dune Angst Week! Open to Writers and Artists Pick any 7 prompts and post, in any order, April 2nd to 8th

please drop us a mention and tag with DuneAngst23 so we can keep track of all the fills!

you can also join the official discord server! https://discord.gg/5gSj9EPTC6 get support and hang out with other awesome people! You will also get advanced peaks at other upcoming events!

#Dune #Dune Fandom #Event #Angst Week #DuneAngst23

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krash-and-co · 10 months

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WAIT I THOUGHT ANGST WEEK ALREADY HAPPENED, GUESS I STILL HAVE A CHANCE

I will apologize in advance

#might not do every day tho #angst week #lockwood and co angst week #or whatever the tag is #lockwood and co

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itripandfallalot · 10 months

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Lockwood and Co Angst Week Day Two: Treasure your Relationships [miscommunication | betrayal | arguments ]

Book spoilers, most notably for The Hollow Boy and The Creeping Shadow.

“If you're looking for the paper, I threw it out. Nothing in there seemed important," Lockwood says. He had been doing this ever since she told him that she was leaving, and it was making it that much harder to find a place she could rent. She had been pounding the pavement, making calls, and had taken to nicking the paper from neighbors and cafes just to review the listings of available flats.

“You bloody well know I could have used that,” she says, turning to him, arms crossed, fuming.

He observes her, eyes hard. “Your ad showed up on page six today,” he finally says, “'Lucy Carlyle: consultant psychic investigation agent. Aural phenomena a specialty.’” His voice is flat. “Like I said, nothing important in the paper today.” He stands, giving her a wide berth as he walks past her, without looking back.

Lockwood tries to convince Lucy to stay. It doesn't go well.

@lco-angst-week - Day 2!

#lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #angst week #l&co book spoilers #fanfic #lockwood and co angst week

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oh-quiznakles · 3 hours

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keith angst

when they go to the beach keith wears long sleeves because of sh. But says he just gets sunburned easy and the only one who knows is shiro who keeps it a secret for Keith's sake.

#Keith #keith voltron #Vld #angst #Angst week

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klance-headcanons-official · 18 hours

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Guess what you sillies

haha

you won't believe this

it's hilarious

Angst Week starts in 13 minutes.

#voltron #klance #vld #ships #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance pants #angst week

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gabelew · 6 months

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sad boyzz

#sidon #botw #totk #sidlink #loz #for the past week i was obsessed with the concept of sidon resting his face on links shoulder #so naturally i had to draw about it #and it lended itself well to some slight angst #so here they are #sad in zora public pools

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solarmorrigan · 7 months

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Eddie can never move again.

Or at least, he can’t move for a while. He’s been chosen.

Steve has fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie figures it’s like when a cat chooses your lap to nap on: you simply don’t move until either it can’t be helped or the cat gets up, whichever comes first.

(Eddie tries not to imagine Steve curled up in his lap, instead of just resting on his shoulder. He is marginally successful.)

It’s not really that Eddie is that much of a soft touch (so he likes to think), it’s just that he knows Steve has been running himself ragged lately – he’s been picking up extra shifts and odd jobs in between, trying to save up enough to move out of his parents’ house; he’s been running errands for Claudia while her car’s been in the shop this week; he’s still trying to keep up with the gremlin horde, even if they don’t need rides quite as often these days; and Eddie’s pretty sure he hasn’t been sleeping (they’re creeping up on November; a lot of their party members aren’t sleeping well).

The bags beneath Steve’s eyes are big enough to have their own area code, is all Eddie’s saying, so when he’d noticed Steve nodding and listing a little into Eddie’s side, he’d stayed quiet. He’d stayed quiet when Steve’s head had rested lightly on his shoulder, and had been quiet still when Steve had grown heavier and heavier until he was practically draped over Eddie, head nestled firmly into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

Eddie isn’t going to say a damn thing, and he sure as hell isn’t going to move.

He’s been chosen.

(Never mind that it’s just the two of them watching a movie and there is literally no one else for Steve to fall asleep on. That isn’t the point.)

The only thing is, Eddie’s arm is sort of sandwiched between them, and it’s sort of starting to go numb, and Eddie’s a little worried about the prolonged lack of blood flow. He needs both hands to play the guitar, so he can’t really afford to lose one, is all, so he tries to gently, ever-so-gently, extract his arm from between them.

This works like crap, of course, Steve is a ridiculously light sleeper and Eddie knows this, and he’s stirring against Eddie’s side with a grumble before Eddie can even work the feeling back into his hand.

“Nope,” Eddie murmurs, wrapping his arm around Steve’s back and pulling him closer. “Nope, no, goooo back to sleep.”

He runs his hand gently up and down Steve’s side and, miraculously, this does work. Steve settles, curled even further into Eddie’s side than before, and Eddie sighs. He lets his hand come to rest on Steve’s waist, but keeps stroking with his thumb, just in case.

(Eddie tries not to think about the fact that he and Steve are now essentially cuddling. He is entirely unsuccessful.)

Things are peaceful for a while longer, and they’ve nearly reached the climax of the movie when Steve stirs again.

It isn’t the sort of sleepy stirring that would suggest Steve is waking on his own (Eddie’s seen that, on the occasions he and Steve have spent the night together, just sharing space to fight off the darkness. Eddie’s seen Steve wake on his own, and this isn’t that), this is more the kind of restless movement that suggests something less than peaceful is going on in Steve’s mind.

A little furrow appears between his brows, and a little frown pulls at his lips, and Eddie did not go to all of the trouble of not waking him earlier only for a nightmare to get him now, so he takes his hand off of Steve’s waist and moves it up, carefully carding it into Steve’s hair.

He rubs his fingers against Steve’s scalp, scratching a little, almost petting, and for a moment Steve only grows more restless, leaving Eddie to wonder if he’s just fucked up, but then – Steve nearly collapses into Eddie’s side. Complete dead weight, boneless as a chicken strip.

He hums deep in his chest, clearly pleased (a little like a purring cat, Eddie’s brain unhelpfully provides), so Eddie keeps it up.

In fact, he does it well enough that Steve is still dead asleep by the time the movie ends. And Eddie could wake him, offer to let him stay the night, and hope he can get back to sleep after they relocate somewhere more comfortable, or–

Or he can stop the movie and give in to his heavy eyes and fall asleep sitting curled around Steve.

Which is exactly what he does.

(And when they both wake later, bathed in the blue glow of the stopped VHS tape, completely sore from sleeping all crumpled up like idiots, Steve insists it’s the best he’s slept in ages. He looks at Eddie and says—quietly, almost uncertain, almost like he’s saying more—that they should do it more often.

Eddie agrees.)

[Prompt: Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder]

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddiesteve #stranger things #something soft and silly after last week's angst #solar wrote

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coffeebrownn · 5 months

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#angst winterfield..#winterfield #school gave us a week break so that's nice #chris redfield #ethan winters #eveline #idea was from conversation between me and crumb #eveline is back au #the au is by crumb!!#my art #comic #re #re8 #rebhfun #resident evil #resident evil village #re7

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wellsayhelloaagin · 2 years

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All In (Right Girl, Wrong Time Part Two)

Angst Week 2.0 Story 6/7 | Angst Week 2.0 Masterlist

Summary: A chance encounter makes old feelings resurface but it is too late?. Based on the song Right Girl Wrong Time by Tyra Madison.

Pairing: Wanda x reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: reader being a dumbass again I guess, some unfortunate timing

“Are you busy next weekend?”

You sigh softly to yourself, turning your head to watch Yelena walk through the door to your apartment like she owned the place.

“I gave you that key for emergencies only,” you try to sound firm but Yelena takes no notice of you.

“This is an emergency,” she dramatically throws herself down onto the couch beside you, hand fanning over her forehead.

You chuckle at her theatrics, pushing her legs away as she tries to drape them over you lap.

“Personal space, Lena,” you chide, swatting her legs as she swings them your direction again. “Now tell me about this big emergency.”

“I need a plus one for a wedding next weekend,” she tells you, sitting up and shooting her best puppy dog eyes in your direction.

“Isn’t that what your girlfriend is for?” You turn away from her, knowing that you were bound to give in if she kept looking at you like that.

“Something came up at work so Kate will be away,” Yelena pouts.

“Just go alone,” you offer, not really wanting to get dragged along to some random strangers wedding.

“I can’t,” Yelena whines, going back to her earlier tactic of pleading with her eyes. “If I go alone there won’t be anyone to save me from my family.”

This piques your interest, knowing that only one person in Yelena's family had been engaged recently.

“It’s Natasha’s wedding?” you ask and Yelena nods.

“Yes, so you have to come,” she looks determined now. “You can’t use the excuse that you won’t know anybody there.”

“I don’t know,” you frown, not wanting to let your friend down despite your hatred of large crowds.

“Wanda will be there,” Yelena smiles knowingly at you.

It had been years since you had seen Wanda. She had made a brief appearance at your graduation, offering her support for Yelena and offering you an awkward hug.

Things had never really been resolved between the two of you but you had both moved on in your lives. It had taken you a while to get over Wanda but eventually, you started dating other people. While it hadn’t worked out with any of them, you were still hopeful that someday you would find the right person for you.

You heard about Wanda through Yelena and occasionally Natasha. She was doing well, moving up the career ladder and enjoying life. She had dated sporadically as well but as far as you knew nothing had stuck.

“That’s not going to change anything,” you reply, trying to convince yourself just as much as Yelena.

“Oh, c’mon,” the blonde says, bouncing onto her knees beside you. “Just imagine it, you two lock eyes across the dance floor after all these years, the feelings come flooding back and bam! Happily ever after.”

You ignore the way your stomach clenches at her words, pushing down the small glimmer of hope. Wanda had always been the one that got away but you weren’t willing to risk getting hurt again.

“You’re such an optimist,” you roll your eyes at your friend. “Life doesn’t work like the movies you know.”

“Well you’ll never know if you don’t come,” Yelena smiles mischievously at you, like she knew something you didn’t.

“If I agree to go, will you stop bugging me about Wanda?” You arch your brow as you stick your hand out, waiting for Yelena to accept.

She squeal as she shakes your hand, her smile growing bigger.

“Deal.”

The day of the wedding quickly arrives and you’re left to get ready on your own.

Yelena was the maid of honour, something you should have considered before agreeing to tag along to her sister’s wedding. She was with Natasha and the other bridesmaids getting ready and you were going to meet her after the ceremony before heading to the reception together.

You apply the finishing touches to your make-up, smoothing down the front of your dress and giving your reflection one last glance in the mirror.

Grabbing your keys, you head out the door and make the drive to the small garden where the ceremony was being held.

You mingle with the guests as you wait for everyone to arrive, some people you recognise as Natasha’s friends from back in her college days.

Soon, everyone is being ushered to their seats as the cars pull up, the bridal party exiting before making their way down the aisle.

You don’t recognise the first few people but when you spot Wanda, she takes your breath away. You hadn’t realised that she would be a bridesmaid, Yelena leaving that detail out.

The dress was a deep navy, form-fitting but not too tight, hugging her curves in a tastefully sinful way. Her hair was pinned in an elegant up-do, a few tendrils left down to frame her face. The make-up was subtle, just enough to highlight her features.

She was smiling as she walked down the aisle, her whole face lighting up radiantly. You felt the air leave your lungs, all your old feelings rushing back to the surface in an instant.

Maybe it had been a mistake to come after all.

Yelena walks down next, a proud smile on her face and tears shining in her eyes. She shoots you a wink as she passes and you wave to her, enjoying seeing your friend so happy.

The brides walk down next, accompanied by their respective fathers. You notice the tears gathering in Alexei’s eyes and your heart warms at the show of emotion on the usually gruff man.

Natasha looks stunning of course, her gown and hair perfect. Maria walks beside her, looking equally as beautiful and you can’t help but admire what an attractive couple they make.

They make it to the end of the aisle, the ceremony commencing as the guests sit down. You try to pay attention to the words being said but you can’t tear your attention away from Wanda, completely enchanted in her presence.

Before you know it, Natasha and Maria are kissing to the cheers of the crowd, matching grins on their faces. You clap with everyone else, watching them walk back down the aisle on their way to the photographer who was set to take some photos of the newlyweds.

“I can’t believe my sister is married,” Yelena pops up beside you, a watery smile on her face.

You offer her a tissue from your bag and she thanks you before dabbing delicately at her eyes.

“It was a beautiful ceremony,” you tell her, admiring the set-up once more.

Yelena snickers next to you, shaking her head at your words.

“As if you'd know,” she snorts. “You didn’t take your eyes off Wanda the whole time.”

You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment at being caught out by your friend, hoping that Wanda hadn’t noticed the same thing.

“Shut up,” you mumble, making Yelena laugh more.

“I’m just saying,” she shrugs, walking toward the photographer who was calling for the bridal party. “The night is still young and love is in the air.”

The reception is well underway.

The food had all been consumed, the drinks flowing freely and the air in the room was light and carefree. You had laughed as Yelena gave her toast, a well-structured speech filled with anecdotes of her childhood with Natasha. You could clearly see the love they had for each other.

You were currently watching Natasha and Maria share their first dance, their hands resting together as they twirled around the floor.

Slowly the other couples in the room begin to join in, Yelena making her way over to you and dramatically throwing her hand out.

“Care to dance?” she asks, waggling her brows suggestively.

You just laugh at her antics, grabbing her hand and letting her pull you to your feet.

The two of you dance around the floor, Yelena twirling you obnoxiously until you are doubled over in laughter. You couldn’t remember the last time you let your hair down like this, enjoying the chance to goof off with your best friend.

Yelena pulls you back in close, humming along to the song as you dance at a more normal tempo.

“Have you talked to her yet?” she asks you and you don’t need her to clarify.

Instinctively, your eyes dart to where Wanda still sat at the bridal table, talking to two other women. She laughs at something one of them tells her, her whole face lighting up with her joy.

“No,” you sigh, resting your head on Yelena's shoulder. “I’m too scared I’ll just mess it up again.”

“It’s worth the shot,” she tells you and you just sigh again, closing your eyes and letting the music guide you.

The drinks and dancing continues to flow throughout the night and you were glad Yelena had booked a hotel room for the night to save you having to catch a cab home.

While you weren’t completely wasted, you had drunk enough that there was no way you’d trust yourself behind the wheel.

Yelena was still in the middle of the dance floor, her energy seemingly limitless. You had given up long ago, content to just sit and watch your friend charm everyone around her.

You decide to go outside for some fresh air, walking toward the double doors that led to the balcony. As you step through the doors, the volume of the music begins to drop to a thrum in the background.

As you approach the railing, you notice someone else standing there looking out over the edge.

“Oh, sorry,” you quickly apologise. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Oh it’s no problem,” they reply turning, the familiar voice one your would recognise anywhere.

“Wanda,” you breathe out, finally face to face to with the woman who had consumed your thoughts for most of the day. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she returns softly, the way her face was illuminated by the moon only making her look more radiant.

“How are you?” you ask stepping forward, resting your arms next to where she stood against the railing.

“I’m good,” she replies with a smile, turning back to look out at the night sky. “How have you been?”

The two of you talk for a few minutes, talking about the wedding and catching up on each other’s lives.

The conversation was effortless, all the previous tension and awkwardness gone. You started to think that maybe that meant something, that maybe enough time had passed that you could try again.

And this time you wouldn’t mess it up.

“Wanda,” you say, interrupting her story about her last work trip.

She pauses, looking at you curiously as you take a deep breath. You realised that the alcohol was making you brave but you knew you needed to get your thoughts off your chest, knowing that you would regret it if you never took the chance.

“Seeing you again has made me realise that I never truly got over you,” you rush out, watching her eyes widen.

“I messed up back in college,” you continue, finally owning your mistake out loud. “I was young and dumb and scared and I never should have let you go. I regretted it for so long, I regretted hurting you and I regretted giving up on us.”

“Wait-” Wanda tries to cut in but you push on, determined to get it all out.

“I’ve grown up a lot since then and I’ve realised the things that are important to me. I’ve learnt to take chances on the things that really matter. And you matter to me.”

Wanda is chewing her bottom lip nervously as you plow on, your eyes pleading with her to understand.

“I was in love with you back then and to be honest, I think I still may be in love with you. I tried to move on but seeing you again today has just brought everything back. Theres a reason it never worked out with anyone else and it’s you. No one ever lived up to you.”

You take a deep breath before laying your heart on the line, hoping with everything in you that Wanda felt the same.

“I want to try again, to give us a chance. I know I’ve hurt you before but I promise if you take me back I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

Wanda looks shocked, that’s the only way you could describe it.

“I swear to you that I’m all in. I will give you every piece of me if you let me. What do you say?”

It’s quiet for a moment, the faint music from inside the only thing you can hear.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda says after a minute, her face apologetic. “I’m with someone.”

The words feel like a knife to the chest, your heart that you had just offered up on a platter shattering into a million pieces.

“Oh,” you reply, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda repeats. “I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s okay,” you offer a smile but you’re sure it’s more of a grimace. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Wanda replies awkwardly, looking anywhere but your face. “She’s inside. We, um, we’ve been together for a few months now.”

“That’s nice,” you say, wishing for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow you whole.

“Yeah,” Wanda nods, looking around. “She’s probably wondering where I am actually, so I’m just going to go.”

Wanda points towards the doors and you don’t blame her for her quick exit.

You nod, feeling the tears of shame and heartbreak welling in your eyes. You want Wanda to leave before they begin to fall, not wanting to break down in front of her on top of everything else.

You turn away from her, resting against the railing again as you hear her heels move toward the door. When you hear your name being called softly, you turn back around against your better judgement.

Wanda’s expression is one of regret, her lips pursed as she struggles for the words to say.

“It was nice to see you again,” she tells you, a small smile on her face. “It’s just a shame we can’t get our timing right.”

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