#lads angst

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[mwphisto]

The early rays of morning light are anything but soft on Zayne's eyes.

Though, working a double at Akso would likely make anyone feel this way. At least that's what he assumes as he drags his feet towards the parking garage. He wants nothing more than to see you right now.

The sound of his car unlocking feels akin to a bomb going off in the quiet of the echoing space. There was still an hour or so until the morning shift was due to arrive, his surgery had ended early, he was positive you'd be quite happy with his sooner arrival time.

It's hard to believe how sore his muscles can get just from standing. It's truly not strenuous work, but staying in place for hours on end to operate on something as fragile as a human heart. It surprisingly weighs on more than just your mind. Every inch of his body seems to throb with relief once seated in the driver's seat.

Everything moves on autopilot. The car thrumming to life as he presses the ignition, seatbelt following, then the morning radio. A simple ritual that will carry him straight to you. Only then will he truly relax.

The drive through Linkon is quiet for this time of morning, still early enough that not many are on the roads yet to start their day. It makes it all the easier for Zayne to whisk himself to your destination. A small smile on his lips as he drives the route he knows by heart.

His mind is filled with images of your face, your smile, your sleepy yawn and quiet little "good morning" you'd whisper upon seeing he was home. It was enough to make his once throbbing muscles slowly ease, every mile closer seemed to put him more at peace.

It was long before Zayne pulled into his usual spot, shutting off the engine and shoving his keys in his pocket as he stepped out into the early morning air. He spotted you easily, a little beacon even in the early rays of dawn. "Good morning, my love."

Polished stone, your name etched into it, along with your dates. Below it resided Zayne's name, just his birthdate carved into the stone. A smooth, blank space waiting for the inevitable date of his own passing to be carved in. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, I had to work a second shift. Emergency surgery, you know how it is."

The world around him carried on as he carefully took a seat on the ground. The grass that had been planted was finally starting to grow, the flowers he had brought three days earlier were still thriving. "I miss you, so much."

Each word was carried into the morning breeze, blurred by the tears filling his eyes. Some days it was easier to come sit with you, other days, he was a wreck.

"Why did you have to leave me again?"

Yeah man idk I don’t write angst for a reason idk what this is - Soul

[crimsonrue]

tw - spoliers for spiderman brand new day (i think but just in case)

the agnst in brand new day was delicious all i could think about was this as an au with caleb, maybe nonmc pov i need it

[auriloom]

m.list

smut-* angst-✦ fluff-𑣲

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Rafayel

fics

Pearly Tears-*✦

headcanons/drabbles

A study into Rafayel-* 𑣲

Unable to resist you at an auction!-*

Sylus

fics

devotion and desire-*

Valko

headcanons/drabbles

valko loves you so much!-𑣲*

[crimsonrue]

I might do a lads x hunger games au fic

some ideas I have in mind:

1. Xavier lives in the capital and is training to be a games master because his family had done that his whole life until he sees you get reaped he gets to know you and sees the reality of things he wants to stop it

2. Caleb and you grew up together in district 12. You both suffer tremendously due to an explosion that tore your families apart. You both end up with your names written thousands of times for reaping because you needed to feed your families. Despite everything, you promise to pay not only his family back but especially him no matter the cost

3. Sylus grew up in district 13, losing everything the day the capitol bombed it. You both found each other while trying to survive the blast that turned everything to ash. You botb swore for revenge, promising to go to the ends of the earth together to make the capitol pay. But the price for it was greater than imagined, almost making it seem worthless too little too late

Ok I might just write one or a plot for each love interest but yeah (thg is my distraction rn from Inflop)

[pasteldollypink]

Through The Screen.

⋆.𐙚 ̊　life is unbearable again.

genre & cw: hurt/no comfort | self-indulgent | wrote it in a whim to cope | anxiety

Living alone sounds so lovely; you can have space by yourself, decorate it with your interest–let your home be the safe space that you always want! However, when chores piled up while you're sick, it's not so fun anymore.

There have been some dirty dishes on the sink for 3 days now, your laundry is piling up, you haven't changed your bedsheets for 2 weeks, there are leftovers in the fridge, and your bathroom stinks.

Everything is overwhelming. You don't know where to start.

You just cry.

You open the Love and Deepspace app. You went to the ‘Quality Time' feature and set a 30-minute timer. With your swollen, puffy eye and tear-stained cheeks, you watch at Sylus clean his gun for a good 15 seconds. You chuckle, a smile forming on your face. It's silly to think that you were crying your eyes out 10 minutes ago, then now you're smiling because of a fictional character.

You shift your gaze out the screen, then your smile vanishes as worries get a hold of you again. You released a shaky sigh and said with a trembling voice. “Okay, let's get this shit done.”

While you were busy, Sylus carefully set his gun on the table. Then, he slowly raises his head to get a good look at you. Your tears fall as you pick up the clothes on the floor. With hands occupied, you wipe your tears with your shoulders. His heart sunk and chest tightened by watching you doing your best despite being on your limit.

Oh how he wishes he could break the screen right now so he can be with you.

How he wishes he could wipe your tears and embrace you tightly...

But all of those wishes are impossible.

He's just a fictional character behind that goddamn screen.

© pasteldollypink / K4SUMIS0U | no part of this short story may be used or reproduced in any manner. any unauthorized use of this written work to train generative artificial intelligence is strictly prohibited.

[techxavy]

What was it like, losing something you never had in the first place?

Due to circumstances, you had grown up beside Sylus.

Your father had been a skilled technician who he had chosen to partner with, back then green and building the foundations of his future crime empire.

And in you, he had gained something he had never had before - a friend.

He had pretended to be above all the normal teenage recklessness, but humoured your company all the same. Sparring, driving your bikes until the sun came up, drinking for the first times.

You had fallen, wishing for him to steal your first kiss, flushed and under the influence. Staring deep into his eyes and leaning closer, and closer.

But he had politely swerved your attempt, and softly held you against his chest instead.

”I know what you desire,” He’d whispered, softly stroking your hair,

”But I can’t be that for you.”

You still remembered the hot tears threatening to spill that you’d fought to keep down that night, disappointment a bitter taste in your mouth as you heart had sunk down to your stomach.

So, you would’ve been lying to yourself if you’d said you didn’t see the day coming, even if you secretly hoped it never would.

The day when he came back to the base with her.

The way he simply looked at her, like nothing else in the world mattered anymore.

His entire existence suddenly revolving around something - no, someone - else as if he had never stood alone to begin with.

So, when you finally decided you couldn’t do it anymore, everything in your life reminding you of them together, you couldn’t even bring yourself to bid farewell to him.

What good would it be, anyway? You’d only cause yourself worse heartbreak when he couldn’t cast you another look, too enamored of her beauty by his side.

So, when you disappeared into the shadows, leaving all the hurt behind in search of something new, you were completely oblivious to the crimson eyes following you go, devastated they couldn’t better protect you from the truth they had always known.

a/n. honestly, idk.

[grwm-bbyt]

where are all the non-mc writers 😭😭