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blushweddinggowns · 7 months

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Would love to see your take on 23 or 28 good potential for fluff or angst or maybe both?

I am such a fluffy bitch! I can't help myself. If I get another one of these I will do angst because I need to work on that. But for now fluffy bullshit is my safe place <3

But I will say this tickled my uh not sfw brain, so watch out for a possible ao3 E addition the other prompt. Maybe! (Probably. the potenial of "Come and get your fix" is insane) But this is "Was it worth it?"

Honestly? You'd think Steve would be used to this by now. He was just not the guy that anyone wanted to be with. First there was Nancy, the worst heartbreak he ever had. Then there was Robin, which was better but still kind of sucked. Until Steve realized that oh, wow, this girl is literally my long lost sister. So with that, he had to admit that he was pretty grateful that she was gay as hell. The alternative would have been an absolute disaster. But even before all of that, girls just didn't like being with him. Or at least staying with him.

He was too much of a hopeless romantic, too clingy, too weird. He always fell beneath expectations. People expected him to be cool, suave, to actually match the whole "King Steve" label and be the high school dream boat that he should be. But...Steve just wasn't like that. He wanted too much too fast, always opening up and sharing shit that made people uncomfortable. That made them pull away and find someone less annoying. So he'd retreat back into the popular boy thing, be charming and a little dickish, find a new girlfriend, and start the process all over again.

People just... didn't like going there with him. Not when there were better options. It felt like the only one who could really handle him was Robin. And lately... Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson who was currently in the middle of crushing all of his feelings into the dust.

He thought...Steve wasn't sure what he thought. But it felt like over the past year they had been moving somewhere, to something more. They were friends by circumstance, from all the Upside Down shit and then with Steve being Dustin's chauffer to the hospital for visits. It had all been so simple at first. They would all talk as a group, it would be fun, and then they'd be on there way until Dustin called him up next. Until one day Steve just went by himself. He wasn't quite sure why he did, but the bright smile that lit up Eddie's face when he saw him made sure that he'd keep doing it.

And they would talk for a long time. For a stupid amount of time honestly, all the way until the nurses kicked him out for getting Eddie too rowdy and excited. But it didn't stop when he got out of the hospital. Steve just started going to house, helping him and his uncle out as they got to know each other more. It's not like he had anything else going on. He just never expected Eddie Munson of all people to slowly become the center of his life.

They just... clicked. In a way that no one had expected, least of all them. They were so different, but they also weren't. Not in the ways that mattered. Besides, Steve liked all the play fights and debates they would have over music and movies. He liked ribbing each other over their taste in clothes and their mutual inability to get girls. He loved it even more when Eddie came out to him in the silliest possible way.

"I can't get girls because I'm gay as fuck and they can sense it. You can't get girls because every straight woman that lives here is apparently stupid. Can being too hot ruin your dating life?"

At the time it had made Steve laugh. It also stirred... something in his chest. Something warm and nice that he didn't have time to examine, not when he was too busy reassuring Eddie that yes, he's okay with it. But no, girls couldn't smell it on him. Not that Eddie cared but Steve actually had 0 clue on why no one was interested in him. Just because he was gay didn't mean the girls of Hawkins high knew that. Why weren't they fawning over him? He was so freaking pretty, and creative and fun and...and that's how Steve realized he wasn't as straight as he thought he was.

And because Steve was Steve that meant that he had to make things weird. He started doing stupid shit, like staring at Eddie's perfect mouth all the time, wearing his clothes with permission, just to smell him throughout the day. They started giving each other little nick names, stupid shit that was so close to being romantic. Like sunshine and angel. They started sleeping in the same bed together, spending more nights with each other than apart. Steve would wake up with Eddie wrapped around him, clinging to him like...like they were something more.

And it felt good. Comfortable and safe. And Steve really thought that this had been different. That whatever was going on with him had to be going on with Eddie too.

But now here he was, standing shell-shocked in his kitchen while his very good friend was trying to talk to him about his crush. His crush that had nothing to do with Steve. It wasn't exactly shocking that Steve had made all of that flirtation up in his head. It wouldn't be the first time, he was just delusional like that.

But that didn't stop his heart from breaking when Eddie said, "So...there's this guy whose like, insanely hot? And I think he might be into me. But... I don't really know what to do about it."

Steve really did not want to hear about this. He didn't like it, the horrifying thought of Eddie getting a boyfriend. Because what partner would be cool with them cuddling up together in bed? Who would be down to have their boyfriend's creepy buddy hanging around them all the time? Calling them stupid shit like sunshine? It wasn't going to happen. And acknowledging that hurt...so much more than Steve had expected.

But Steve was a good friend. That was probably the only thing he had going for him. He'd get past it. He always did. He was just going to have to completely restructure the life he had built around Eddie. That's all.

He shoved his feelings back, smiling despite the fact that he felt like he was dying a little inside, "Oh yeah? Tell me about him."

Steve wasn't sure why he asked that. And the dreamy smiled on Eddie's face when he started talking wasn't helping, "He is just awesome dude. Total catch, an absolute sweetheart. And he just fits with me y'know? And, um, I think he feels the same way. But I'm not sure. I'm too much of a bitch to even ask if he's into dudes. I don't know if telling him is worth the risk."

Part of Steve wanted to be a real piece of shit with that. To tell him that yeah, it's not a good idea. He's probably straight and definitely wouldn't be good for him. They wouldn't love him like Steve could. But that didn't exactly count as being a good friend, did it?

Steve kept it all back, his smile tight when he said, "I think that sometimes the risk can be worth it. Do you think he's worth it?"

Eddie laughed, like Steve said something funny instead of trying to be sincere. But he was smiling, staring down at the counter as he fiddled with his rings, "If it worked out, it would probably be the best thing that ever happened to me."

Steve really really did not need to hear that. He could feel his eyes getting wet. He needed to wrap this shit up and send Eddie on his way to mystery man's house before he started crying, "If that's how you feel then go for it man. He'd be lucky to have you."

Steve's voice broke on the last word, something he tried to hide behind a cough. He just wanted this to be over already.

"I think I'd be lucky to have him," Eddie said with a shrug, "But... do you really think I should? Just go for it?"

"Yeah dude, why not tonight even? If he's not doing anything else you can just hop right over," Steve was willing to sign up for anything that got him out of here faster.

Eddie laughed again, completely out of place. He was circling the counter, coming to a stop in front of Steve with a nervous little smile, "You really think so?"

Why did he have to look at him like that? With this big doe eyes, filled with hope. It was silly, what Steve thought didn't even matter, this had nothing to do with him. But that little fact wasn't helping to clear the lump in his throat.

Steve nodded, not trusting himself with words. He expected Eddie to grin, thank him, and head out into the night to profess his love for some other dude. But that's not what happened.

Instead Eddie settled his hands on Steve's shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze. He looked nervous, but excited, his eyes boring right into Steve's. He took a deep breath before blurting, "I'm in love with you. Like full-blown. A-And it's probably way to early to be saying that but it's true Steve. It's been driving me fucking insane, because I like want you man. In very non-friendship ways."

Steve stared at him, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. He didn't-wait-huh? What? That can't be right. Eddie couldn't have been talking about him because he didn't-he wasn't-but... now that Steve thought about it, who the fuck else would he be talking about? How would he even have a chance to meet someone else when they were attached at the hip?

He felt so stupid. And so relived. He didn't even know what to do with himself, besides stare at Eddie like a moron. And his silence wasn't helping anything.

"I-um, thought that you might feel the same way since, y'know. Everything. And I know you're not gay-"

It was true, Steve wasn't gay. Not entirely but, "I can be gay for you. I'm so gay for you. I might as well be an Eddie-sexual at this point-"

Steve didn't have time to finish his cringy spiel, not when Eddie was pulling him closer and smashing their mouths together. Steve would thank him later for it, but for now he was too busy melting into his arms.

He felt weirdly good when they finally pulled away, almost like he was high. Just from one little kiss.

Eddie was grinning at him, looking at Steve like he was the best thing that ever happened to him. And what an insane thought that was huh? But Steve would take it.

Steve smiled up at him, taking the time to wrap his arms around Eddie's neck, "So...was it worth it? The risk?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, his hands wandering downward to rest on Steve's hips. And then Eddie was actually lifting him into the air and onto the counter, settling between his legs like the gesture didn't just send Steve into a tailspin. Why was that so hot? When did his nerdy friend (boyfriend?) become so smooth?

Eddie chuckled before leaning back in. He pressed a light kiss to the side of Steve's lips, sweet enough for him to know it would be burned into his memory until the end of time, "Like you have to ask."

#steddie ficlet #steddie #steddie fic #silly steddie #asks #eddie: i love you #Steve: I'm so gay for you bro #Romance comes in all shapes and forms #lol #I will do an angsty one at some point #or maybe just add some angst in general?#im so fluffy #maybe we need some spice #but also im a crybaby so maybe not #a lil late but she's here~#oblivious steve #dumbass boy #he's trying

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mechanicalinfection · 7 months

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Forever.

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lilyofthevalleyys · 2 months

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James: I like you

Regulus: I like you too

James: I love you

Regulus: I like you

James: I love you!

Regulus: I love you too

James: I love you

Regulus:

James: I loved you

Regulus:

#sad one today #for some reason idk #please tell me you get it #a canon post 🤨🤨🤨#marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders incorrect quotes #canon marauders #angsty post #angst

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bloodpen-to-paper · 6 months

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I don't see enough people talking about how sad Green getting eliminated is for what we lose from them, and all the wonderful moments that will be remembered from within their team

The funny motor boat rides with Quackity, Fit and Forever making the dumbest jokes and laughing their heads off

Roier and Etoiles, the Green warriors

Team mom Forever

Little Luffy, eye mascot of GGN, with their many little hats

The dark humor jokes between Mouse and Etoiles

El Quackity's visits with the Eye and wondering when the shoe will drop when Forever becomes Judas, how it'll effect the rest of their team

Maxo and Forever getting to be on a team, having someone familiar from the old life there for you in this new Hell, an anchor to keep you grounded

Everyone looking out for each other, like when Roier and Mouse logged on sick

Having at least two of each language group (minus native English speaker) there to interact with each other while also being in this mixing pot of getting to interact with other people of other languages

Roier and Etoiles imitating and learning Bagi's "oxi"

Fit and Forever and their mischief and "big boy" and the wild moments that would somehow keep happening whenever they were together near boats

Antoine hilariously wanting to rip his hair out having to deal with a bunch of bloodthirsty PVPers when he's just trying to figure out where the Hell they are

The fun confusion at whether they're Green Ninjas or Gay Ninjas because it kept changing until it became Green Gay Ninjas, unequivocally and proudly Green Gay Ninjas

Bagi getting to spread her wings in strategizing and grinding, Fit being in his element fighting off intruders and heading attacks, them being able to do these things because the other does that vital work so they can thrive together, Quackity, Mouse, Bagi and Forever working so Fit, Etoiles and Roier can fight for them

Forever and Etoiles' impeccable dynamic and co-leadership that was incredibly fascinating to watch for how goddamn well they worked together

The absolute powerhouse that was the team with Fit, Roier and Etoiles in it, having that legendary reputation and being able to back it the hell up during PVP events

How it took time and work and a lot of stumbling in the beginning until they were finally able to create an effective team dynamic, supporting each other and taking turns doing what the others needed to have done, not having instant chemistry but creating a bond through sweat and work that showed their dedication to making something from what they've been given, from this little team they've got

The family forged in emerald. Team GGN. The Green Gay Ninjas of Purgatory.

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arty-bug · 2 months

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Mary obliviated herself thinking Sirius had betrayed them all. She never got to know the truth.

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gophergal · 10 months

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Our blood is scattered like flower petals on the battlefield- saccharine raindrops nourish the ruined earth. As I lay next to you, dying, I know there's nothing I'd wish for more than to meet you once more. Another time... Another chance...

(full piece under the cut. Warning for mild gore)

I kinda fucking hate the nrs reboot timeline, but I'm obsessed with the retcon of Armageddon's ending. Its just- goddamn. I keep thinking about it as the ending to their storyline and it's not good but it is angsty. Which I love so much.

#gopher art #mortal kombat #subscorp #mk subzero #kuai liang #mk scorpion #hanzo hasashi #the caption is from a ficlet i wrote but never published #and im probably not gonna post it whdgejbf #anyway. take this angst and go. its been so fucking hot that this took me literally three fucking days #ive been miserable. and the air quality had been bad. and my asthma has been triggered. focusing is so hard guys #but at least we get some angsty old gay ninjas

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alumirp · 5 months

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White Blood, Red Teeth

a story where Luffy is constantly found by his friends having overdoses. It's a terrible behavior that started after Ace's death and everyone thinks it's a horrible coping method and finally gets together to admit him to a rehabilitation clinic. It's against his will, of course, so he resists and has withdrawal attacks and it's so bad that he goes on a hunger strike and loses a huge amount of weight and subsequently ends up with deteriorating health. A year and a half later, finally, after all this, the clinic considers him rehabilitated, although he is still underweight and doesn't eat as much as he should, but everyone is sure that Luffy will never look for drugs again. They are wrong and less than forty-eight hours after being released from the clinic, Zoro and Sanji find Luffy having another overdose in the bathroom of the apartment the three share. This time, the two decide to take a more aggressive approach and go after Luffy's drug dealer. Luffy is always talking about the guy, whom he calls Torao, who supposedly helped him cope with Ace's death. Whenever asked what he's on, Luffy responds "Torao's white blood", which Zoro and Sanji assume is the name of some homemade drug or something. Whatever it is, this Torao guy, is clearly taking advantage of Luffy's grief. to make a profit, so they stop at the drug dealer's address, almost knocking down the door, ready to give this guy 'Torao' a good beating and deliver him directly into the hands of Luffy's grandfather, a half-crazy police officer. They are surprised when the person who answers the door is a guy who goes by the name Penguin, who, strangely enough, lets them in easily after discovering that they are Luffy's friends. The house is nice, clean, airy, comfortable and cozy, everything you don't expect from a drug dealer's house. The place looks practically sterile in a hospital kind of way, which makes sense when they are finally introduced to the infamous Torao, a tall, malnourished guy who walks around on an IV. They confront 'Torao', who introduces himself as actually being Trafalgar Law, about the drugs he has been giving Luffy and the effects it has on their friend and, strangely, are surprised when: Law says he has never given drugs a Luffy and b: Law is surprised and then irritated when he is told about the "Toraos white blood" thing. Law then sighs and surprisingly takes off his shirt and displays his torso, covered in deep, fresh-looking bites, and proceeds to explain the craziest story of all time: Vampires are real and Luffy was turned into one the day Ace died. Law found him, injured and starving, and saved his life. He then explains that he is sick, his blood was infected from a young age with amber lead and he was living on borrowed time, so he had no qualms about feeding Luffy his blood. But they were both taken by surprise by the fact that, every time Luffy fed on him, his condition unexpectedly improved. But Law had no idea that his blood caused Luffy to overdose. He knew that there seemed to be a factor that made him somewhat dependent and Luffy was always lethargic in the first few minutes after feeding, but he never thought that his blood was acting as a drug for Luffy's undead organism. That's why in the year and a half that Luffy simply disappeared, Law, and his friends, simply thought that the vampire had gotten tired of helping Law and had left. They had been surprised when, last night, Luffy appeared out of nowhere on their doorstep and promptly attacked Law, feeding on him until Law was barely able to stay awake. Furthermore, in the time that Luffy was gone, Law's condition simply deteriorated terribly and he was practically convinced that he wouldn't make it until the end of the year. And now, they have to find a way to balance Luffy's feeding so that Law can survive, but in such a way that Luffy doesn't suffer side effects either. Everything becomes a mess when Robin, a mysterious friend of Zoro, gets involved, announcing that in fact, Law has been cursed by a witch.

#Luffy: It's gay if I constantly overdose on my friend's toxic blood to keep him alive #Law: It's gay if I let a guy constantly feed on me to the point where I pass out #zosan: yes it is #they both: nah #This is one of those ideas we have to give context to that one cool scene we imagine at three in the morning #the cool scene would be a dramatic confrontation between law and luffy #law's angsty ass being angsty about luffy being gone for a year and a half and abandoning him #and luffy's worried ass blaming himself because law was dying while he was stuck in some stupid clinic #law: it's gay if I care more about my pet vampire leaving me behind than about my life #Luffy: It's gay if I care more about the life of my pet human than about my physical and mental well-being #This seemed like it could be fun at first but think of all the angst we can shove in here #one piece lulaw #lawlu #lulaw #one piece #background zosan #supernatural au #vampire au #codependency #i mean look at them #trafalgar 'i dont care if i die as long youre with me' law #and monkey d 'i dont care if im killing myself as long you can survive' luffy #We can apply some murder mystery to the background #trying to find Ace's killer and how the whole incident of his death led to Luffy turning into a vampire #and then complicating the plot with law's curse #how why when and who cursed him #and spinkle some gay all over the top #hmmmm good smell frrrraavor #robin in the background being mysterious as fuck

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xxlady-lunaxx · 14 days

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Don't leave | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Angst/Fluff/Angst

Note: I think SaneGiyuu's turning into my comfort ship again ;-;

Why do Sanemi's ears looks like elf ears 💀

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"Don't do this to me," Sanemi whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. Tears threatened to pour over and his hands trembled as he held Giyuu's limp body in his arms. "Don't leave, I swear to God, please... I'll do anything but please, please don't leave me alone."

Giyuu's body remained cold, unmoving. Lifeless. He was gone, and that was that. Blood stained his mouth, his usually plush, pink lips splattered with inky red, a cruel contrast to his pale complexion. A single tear dropped onto his cheek. Not from his own eyes, however. He had lost the capability to cry. To smile, to breathe, to live.

"Giyuu..." Sanemi mumbled, his breaths shaky. "Giyuu, Giyuu, oh, Giyuu, please, PLEASE!!"

His pleading was fruitless, simply dispersing into the cold, February air. He sobbed over the body of his lover, snowy hair swinging forwards as he bent down, clutching Giyuu tightly.

The sudden image of Giyuu, alive and happy, flashed before his mind.

"You should pin your hair back, it keeps covering your eyes," he said, laughing. He had cut his hair, had been unable to continue tying it back once he'd lost an arm.

"Hell no. I'll look stupid like that," Sanemi retorted, rolling his eyes. He propped himself up on his elbows, glancing over at his boyfriend who lay next to him, buried under a pile of blankets.

Giyuu smiled over at him, reaching forward and brushing Sanemi's bangs from his eyes. His hand was rough from a decade of fighting, calloused and hardened. Yet his touch was gentle, soothing in a way. His fingers brushed over Sanemi's jaw and he sat up, scooting closer.

Sanemi looked up, a sense of tranquility befalling over him at the sight of Giyuu, an easy smile wavering on his lips.

Giyuu bent down, placing a kiss on Sanemi's forehead, brushing against one of the many scars written into his skin.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Giyuu said, tugging Sanemi onto his lap. Sanemi rested his head on Giyuu's thigh, turning his body to look up at him. Their gazes met and, for a moment, Sanemi lost himself in the beautiful, deep blue eyes of his boyfriend's a small smile curving his mouth.

"You tell me every day," Sanemi murmured, a burst of laughter escaping his lips.

"It's because I love you so much," Giyuu declared, pressing fleeting kiss on Sanemi's smile.

"You're cute, did you know that?" Sanemi asked, sitting up. He turned, pulling Giyuu onto his own lap this time, hand brushing Giyuu's neck, grazing his jaw.

"No, I didn't," Giyuu said. "Am I?" A teasing smile betrayed him.

They had played this before. As low as either of their self-esteem's were, both adored to be praised. To be seen as something other than what they saw themself as.

"Very," Sanemi agreed matter-of-factly, tangling his hand in Giyuu's short, raven-black hair and pulling his head towards him. He kissed him slowly, tongue skimming over Giyuu's bottom lip.

Giyuu pulled away, breath caught in his throat. "Really?" he asked, eyes flickering over Sanemi's face, searching for any hint of a lie.

"Truly," Sanemi assured him, bending down slightly and, tugging on Giyuu's kimono, pressed a kiss on his lover's collarbone. "You're lovely, too. So, so pretty. Most handsomest of the land. Girls, boys, even demons. They're all falling for my boyfriend."

Giyuu laughed gently, though he sounded breathless as kisses were peppered up his neck, trailing to his jaw. "You're being ridiculous now," he said, leaning against Sanemi.

"Never."

"Be reasonable, Sanemi," Giyuu ordered, a mock frown playing on his lips.

"Can't, I'm overwhelmed by my love for you," Sanemi teased, grinning.

"I hate you," Giyuu huffed, rejecting kisses that tried to follow, though his cheeks were tinted pink.

"I thought you loved me?" Sanemi said, faux gloom flooding his expression.

Giyuu turned back to him, horrified. "I do!"

Then Sanemi broke character, a smile spreading on his lips, and Giyuu stammered, stumbling over himself for a response. When he couldn't think of one, he settled for a frown, drawing his features for his previously-normal expression, eyes disinterested and ignorant.

Sanemi kissed him anyhow, changing their position to pin Giyuu to the futon, kneeling above him.

Giyuu went back to his flustered state, weakly trying to push Sanemi back before submitting to the kisses, his eyes fluttering shut.

"God, I love you so fucking much..." Sanemi murmured into his boyfriend's lips, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Giyuu's.

"How much?" Giyuu whispered.

Sanemi opened his eyes and sat up—or, sat on Giyuu's lap—surveying the breathless mess of his lover. He slipped back onto the futon, picking Giyuu up and cradling him in his arms. He smiled at the pleasant expression that took over Giyuu's face, soothing his features. He dipped his head down for a kiss then pulled away by a breath, their lips brushing against each other as he spoke.

"Too much," Sanemi said, gaze focused on Giyuu's blue-bell eyes. "More than I could contain."

He held him in his arms still, whole attention purely on Giyuu. Only it wasn't

Giyuu. He wasn't... He just wasn't anymore. He was gone, had sucked in a harsh and shaky breath but never let it out.

He couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that once, only months ago, he had held Giyuu in this exact position, but Giyuu had been well. Had been smiling, had been content, had been... alive. That he was no longer, eyes half-lidded, glazed over, skin paler than snow. His body was cold and limp, useless. He had died there, in Sanemi's arms.

Yet his lips held the ghost of a smile. How could he smile? How could he be happy when he knew that he would be leaving everyone behind, be leaving Sanemi.

Then it caught up to him. Everything.

"I love you, Sanemi," Giyuu had said, barely able to form words. But he had said this to him with the last of his strength. He had smiled, then, hadn't he?

"Your smile isn't half-bad. You're overreaction, it makes you look young. I guess you are young. But still," Sanemi said, rolling his eyes. "You shouldn't be so nervous."

"...Kocho said it was unsightly. She said she'd rather be devoured by a demon then see me smile," Giyuu mumbled.

"Kocho spews a lot of shit," Sanemi said simply. "Smile, won't you? Do it more. Maybe people will befriend you then."

"If you say so," Giyuu assented, though not without slight perplexity.

Giyuu had done it for Sanemi's sake. He had loved him so dearly, had shown his feelings through actions day after night after day, no matter what. To his very end, his affection didn't crumble for a second.

This realization only enveloped Sanemi with grief all over again, feeling the unconditional love towards him too great. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to have met someone so devoted, so perfect like Giyuu sitting in his memories. But he would cherish it all. He would recount each day he'd had with Giyuu over and over until the day he could be laid to rest beside his lover. Giyuu was everything to him. He would never let himself forget that.

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goshh i love them too much

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 8 months

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Mike crying himself to sleep at night because he wants to stop having thoughts about Will because he thinks he's a monster for loving his best friend like that

#sad byler is the best byler #im not crying you are #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #angst #angsty #internalized homophobia #gay mike wheeler #gay mike truther

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jfpstarchaser · 1 year

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"Regulus," James calls him, he sounds so sweet. Regulus can feel a shiver go down his spine at his tone, so adoring. The hairs on the back of his neck standing up, he looks at James, then. And he's so pretty.

James looks so pretty like that, sprawled on Regulus' silk sheets, looking up to him with those doe hazel eyes, his shirtless torso showing Regulus every bit of that beautiful brown skin that there is to see, his muscles flexing when he supports himself on his elbows to come up again, trying to get closer.

Regulus cannot control himself around him.

He wants to devour James, strip him of his desires to satisfy his own needs, put his hand through his solar plexus and look for his heart to tear it away from his chest, to hold it close to himself, never to return it. Perhaps, then, James will realise Regulus is just no good for him. Perhaps, James will realise how much of a mistake he is making in choosing Regulus, then. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Those are hypotheticals, though. So here is a matter-of-fact statement: Regulus will never let him go.

James can walk through those doors anytime, he truly can, but he will never leave whole, because Regulus will hold a part of him for himself, forever. It's his. And for as long as James doesn't walk away through that door, James, too, is Regulus'.

James belongs to him, just like Regulus has given himself to him.

"You forget yourself," Regulus says, still standing at the foot of the bed. James really is a sight to behold. His messy coffee-coloured hair falling just above his bright, bright eyes, his lips red from kissing, his golden glasses sliding down his freckled nose, his cheeks rosy with excitement, his chest heaving, taking in quick breaths every time Regulus gets closer to him.

Regulus cannot wait to have his body pressed against his; to feel his strong and gentle hands, his warm, warm skin, his plump lips against his, to put their foreheads together, to circle his waist with his thighs, then to caress his mess of curly hair, to breathe together with him, to lay his head on his chest, their joint legs a mess on its own. To wake up with him, after.

Regulus loves him so much.

Regulus loves him so much, he's risking it all for him. Ready to give everything he owns away, to never leave the safe space James made out of this damned room, he's ready to do it all for him. For those hazel eyes, for that bright smile with dimples, for those loving hands, for that contagious laugh, everything. Everything, James.

"Your Highness," James sighs, tilting his head left, just a little. His eyebrows drawing together slightly, correcting himself, he bites his lip and looks up to Regulus' eyes again, his words a bitter reminder of who they are. "Come back to me, please," He pleads, looking expectantly at Regulus.

Regulus does.

He is all too eager to return to him, so he does. Regulus breathes in because just like James, every movement from the other has him drawing quick breaths, excitement pouring out of him in waves, then joins him on the bed, a mess of silk sheets.

He doesn't care for his title any more than he does for his council, he hears it daily, everywhere, all the time. Hates it, sometimes. But James, even if bitter on occasion, makes it sound so much better than it really is, this title.

Your Highness, James says, and Regulus wants to kiss it off his mouth. He wants to swallow that sweet and adoring tone down his own throat. Maybe then, the stolen title won't taste like chalk.

Your majesty, James jokes sometimes, and Regulus wants to lick it true out of his mouth. He wants to make an Emperor out of himself, so James will call him that again. Your majesty, Regulus wants him to whisper in his ear, then kiss the rest of his words down his skin.

Regulus, James calls him, and Regulus hears it, the gold liquid worship dripping from his tone, the way his mouth breathes out Regulus' name, and it makes Regulus want to steal his breath away to his own selfish lungs.

My love, James murmurs sometimes, when he thinks Regulus isn't paying attention, he kisses it on his pale skin, love pouring out of his mouth, indeed. Regulus has the impertinence to desire to make himself pliant beneath him, so maybe then, James won't murmur, but call him my love to his mouth, not his hip, eyes on him while Regulus overwhelms himself swallowing that down, too.

Regulus wants to consume him whole, truly. Bones and all. But since he cannot, he does the next best thing and tentatively sits in James' lap, his eyes glued to James', aware of every part of him, then he brings his hands up to his face, the cold silver of his rings against James' warm cheek.

Regulus watches it in delight, the breath James sharply takes in, exhaling through his open lips, then.

He can feel his own breath stutter, his heart picking up, the warmth that covers James' face coming to Regulus', too. Regulus loves it, this with James. Whatever, with James. Oh, as long as it's James, he loves it.

Then, Regulus can see James' smile and barely has time to breathe himself to properness again when James' hand touches his waist beneath his shirt, he holds it for a second, a mischievous little twinkle in his mahogany eyes, then slides it all the all up to his spine, feeling against his palm Regulus' shiver. Regulus has his breath stuttering again, then.

James' hands are surely one of Regulus' weaknesses, coming behind James himself, no doubt. Regulus cannot figure out how he does it, but James' hands are something else entirely; they touch so softly, love marking the way they passed, but they can also touch roughly, strength bruising the way, then. And he can touch roughly with worship in his hands, still. Every bit James has touched feels marked by him.

Regulus has James' concealed handprints all over his body, marked by him everywhere, touched by him down to his bones, Regulus is convinced James has his initials branded by his suave fingertips into Regulus' soul.

Exactly when it happened, Regulus cannot tell, but it's been quite some time. There was a Regulus before James and there's him now, James'.

Regulus won't ever forget it, this man. This man and his love-worshipping hands, his hazel gaze that feels like a warm lighthouse countering Regulus' storming grey-blue waves, his low laughter that feels like a breath of fresh air caressing Regulus' cheeks.

Regulus adores him.

Regulus couldn't care less about his infamous name, James Potter is nothing if someone worthy of everything. Regulus wants to give him everything, shower him with the best he can buy with all that useless gold he has because James has given him everything already, and has already showered him with the best gold cannot buy: his love.

Regulus sighs, then, dipping down to close the distance between them and kissing James' grin out of his mouth, biting his low laughter away with his teeth on his bottom lip.

Regulus loves this, too.

He loves the way James kisses the pleased sounds of his own throat into Regulus' tongue, the way his hands give away trying to support himself to just— hold Regulus instead.

James falls on his back on the bed and Regulus follows him, unwilling to part with him now that he has tasted it again, tasted him. James' hands hold him again, softly, the one on his back coming back down his waist, while his other holds his jaw, his thumb caressing Regulus' skin. James brings them closer, their bodies flushed together and Regulus' the one kissing a groan into James' tongue, then.

Regulus knows, logically, that this is fated to fall apart eventually. He knows. They are fated to fall apart, and yet to know this doesn't matter, all it does is make Regulus more and more hungry for him.

Regulus is a starving man, ready to devour every moment they get before their inevitable fall.

Every second he gets with James is a second closer to the day they will fall apart, and he doesn't care. He will take everything in the meantime. Regulus will take, take, take and then drown himself in everything that James has to give. And he will do it happily.

He will do it happily, so when the day for James to leave him comes, he will let him go, holding onto nothing but everything he already took. Regulus will satisfy himself with the pieces and not the whole man because he knows James deserves better than him.

However, until then, he's more than willing to just let the thought sit in the back of his mind like it doesn't matter, as if it won't hurt.

(It will. Regulus knows letting go of James, losing him to someone else, will tear his insides apart. Or worse, losing him to a world so much more fulfilling than this unnamed relationship of theirs, to an adventure Regulus can only dream of following him into, to a place where he wouldn't have to sneak around, where he doesn't have to hold himself back, where he can be as free as he should be.

Regulus begrudgingly admits that the Sea has so much more to offer James than him and he cannot, even with every selfish cell in his body screaming against it, deny James of it.

He would never deny James of anything if he could.

He can already feel the taste of the salty tears he will shed, fitting for they will remind him even more of who James left him for, the Sea. He can feel the frustrated scratches his nails will leave on the skin of his arms, feel the ever-there throbbing behind his eyeballs, the rough pain in his throat.

And knows, he won't regret it. As long as it makes James happy. Free, as he deserves to be. Free, as Regulus cannot make him, cannot be with him.

The Sea will care more for him than Regulus ever could, and the Sea will have James, but for now, he is Regulus' and Regulus will take everything that James offers to him.)

Regulus lets go of it and puts himself in the present again. He buries his fingers in James' curls, scratching slowly along his scalp, pressing back to the hungry mouth kissing his own.

James laughs against his mouth, then kisses his face. His lips pass everywhere, leaving invisible marks behind, he kisses his way through Regulus' eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw, his neck, his chest.

He feels him everywhere.

Regulus thinks there isn't a better way to self-destruct than this. He would do it again, a million times, just to feel the touch of this sun-kissed man, to feel his warm, warm love.

#they love each other but regulus is a crown prince and james is a man #so yeah a bit angsty? idk is that angst?#james is/will be a pirate in this universe #that's why regulus mentions the sea bc that's the only thing james would leave regulus for #james plans to ask reggie to come with him but reg doesn't know and hasn't even considered the possibility so yeah angst for him #heheh i love prince/pirate aus there's more to this #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #marauders era #jegulus au #prince regulus with pirate james #but dont look too close into it hes not really pirate-y hes just being very gay while regulus' royal ass is very much being gay emo #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #harry potter marauders #also can this be considered spicy? theyre mostly making out with intentions of having sex #but again there's only kisses

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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 10 months

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“Cameron isn’t gay” and then this is Cameron

#gay ass back #what do you need that waist for? for other men to hold?#richard cameron #chameron #hear me out ok #the angst the denial #they are tragic they are doomed #anderperry - happy 50s gays #chameron - angsty 50s gays #charlie after realizing he has a crush on Cameron: I’m refusing to date him as a power move #that’s an actual quote from i kissed Shara wheeler btw #no one does it like Casey McQuiston #dead poets society #dps #dead poets #charlie dalton

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siriuslygay1981 · 9 months

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"I think you're a good person you just weren't one to me"

REMUS TO SIRIUS AFTER THE PRANK

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chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet · 1 year

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Open Thread

Open to Males and females, mutuals and non mutuals

Character relationships- boyfriend/ girlfriend/ friends and colleagues, love interest

Plot- Luca (previously a SWAT officer) was sentenced to prison for committing a homicide which he was framed for, but since coming out of prison he's changed and not for the better, even his friends on the squad have noticed how much he's changed. He's got no where to stay and his money from earning money in the prison is running out and he refuses to accept charity, even from friends.

Trigger warnings- violence, talk of se.xual as.ssault, drug use/alcohol use, depression, se.lf haarm etc

He should be excited about getting released from prison and being proved that he was innocent all along, but the last six years of being incarcerated bad taken it's toll on him mentally and physically. It had been a horrendous ordeal, being beaten black and blue for weeks and months at a time by the other inmates until he fought back. They had broken his temper and there was no way to fix it.

At first he had accepted face to face visits with the squad, accepting their phone calls and they had grown worried when he had become more and more withdrawn, changing and acting like an inmate.

Luca sighed to himself when the cuffs were removed from his ankles, wrists and waist, the protocol of every inmate on the move to be in four point restraints when outwith certain areas. He was told to get dressed, then to sign back his property and any belongings he wanted to take with him from the prison, everything in a big paper bag as he was directed to the exit. The door opened, the sun warm on his skin as he breathed free air and absorbed it like a sponge from living in the concrete prison. He was directed to the gates where he spotted a familiar car parked there and a very familiar face.

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lempeeartz · 1 year

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Lil middle school bkdk angst redraw today

Not me improving!! 💪😍 love that 8 month difference

#angst #bkdk angst #digital art #bnha angst #bnha #mha #middle school bkdk #middle school izuku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #ktdk #angsty gays #love the muted colors I did

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nickymoonwater · 9 days

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Happily ever after (Jegulus Microfic)

-365 words

After Regulus’ death, James only real comfort was that they’d reunite in the afterlife. That he would meet Regulus again in death, where the war and politics wouldn’t matter. Where they could be together, be free, forever. With nothing holding them back anymore. They’d get their happily ever after.

He wasn’t longing for death, not really, of course, he just longed to hold Regulus in his arms once more. Longed to talk to him again, to listen to his voice, to see his face. And in the afterlife, he would be able to do that. And oh how he longed for it.

This is why he was very confused when he did arrive at the afterlife and couldn’t find Regulus anywhere. And maybe he would have accepted this, accepted that after life you were just alone forever, if it weren’t for the fact that Lily was also here. But wherever he looked, there was no sign of Regulus.

So maybe you could only be with the person you married after death then? But that wasn’t right either, because after a day or so he found Marlene. Whom he was not married to. And Marlene had reunited with Dorcas. So why couldn’t he find Regulus?

As the years went, more and more of his friends joined him in death, Pandora reunited with Lily, for instance. And of course, James was happy for them. More than so, really, but where the fuck was Regulus? He’d looked everywhere. Was he hiding, or something? Did he just not want to meet James?

It wasn’t until Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts, when Professor Dumbledore took him to some cave for a horcrux, that James learned the truth.

As Hermione read out the initials at the end of the note James could feel the world shattering around him. Because it all made sense now. Because he finally understood why he couldn’t find Regulus. Because Regulus wasn’t there. Regulus spirit never made it to the afterlife. And he never would. Because he was stuck in a cave as an inferi, and would always be that.

James and Regulus would never get their happily ever after. But James would forever long for it.

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