#angsty?

kyle lost a part of himself with johnny.

a piece of him torn from his person, rippled and bled in tandem with johnny. a little bit of all of them passed that night, none walking away with all they had entering.

kyle never got the chance to meet the liveliness of the mactavish family. never got to know the bonds linked between johnny and the family that made him. he would never get to know the sibling dynamic first hand, what annoyed johnny in a way that only a person who grew with him could accomplish.

his first meet was the weeping frown of mrs. mactavish, the opportunity of seeing her eyes light up from her son slipped through his fingers before he could feel it.

kyle missed out on a lot johnny had yet to show them, they all did. robbed of it really. it ached, walking into his room. seeing notes of eccentric plans to round them all. knowing that somewhere in the scotts ticking mind, all he wanted was for his families to meet.

they did. eventually. at the funeral.

it was there, kyle ran into you. one of johnnys many sisters. depsite the shadows that wallowed the home, you smiled. a warm inviting grin that was so so so familiar. sharp in a sweet way that was nostalgia.

kyle would never get to experience johnnys family interactions first hand. but second hand was just fine. especially coming from someone like you, someone who knew johnny like they knew themselves.

it was clear two were the closest of the mactavish siblings, mirroring each other like twins wired on the same frequency.

you giggled sweetly, recounting how your brother had nearly choked on a grape when you threw it into his mouth. eyes crinkled like his when you dramatically retold a story of how he was lost for hours once, only to be found in the pantry. wirst deep in a jar of his favorite local jelly. ( price ended up buying the whole stock, in favor of it for johnny or himself )

kyle lost johnny. but watching you, share the divine perspective for life like he had, made him feel like a little came back. johnny wasnt all lost, just changed.

he made sure your baby knew how wonderful his uncle was the moment he opened his pretty blue eyes.

Song : Silly Billy

animation creds : @that-fox-thing

(sry for the @ just wanted to give creds 💔)

(The animation is fucking awesome..)

Edit: It was a bit off beat I think so I tried fixing it

A moment so oddly soft, so uncharacteristically quiet and tender. To others, this may have seemed like nothing, but to you two? It was everything.

The quiet silence filled only by whirring mechanical background noise, your breathing, and an occasional shout from down the hall.

"... Oi, Dabi?"

Your soft voice brought his attention. Letting out a low grunt to tell you to keep talking, his eyes on the screen but not paying attention anymore as his head tilted ever so slightly in your direction.

The urge to say what you wanted to say was both crushing and exciting.

"I lo-"

"Don't."

...

(Art by @amustikas pretty cool art! Check out their page, they have way more amazing art!)

(I love them both)

The air in Monty's dream felt thick and sticky, like breathing honey mixed with something rotten. The very smell of it made his stomach churn. He held Will close, a weight he'd gotten used to, like a small boat keeping him steady in a rough sea. But when he looked down, Will started to blur, his edges softening like a drawing left out in the rain.

Panic squeezed Monty's throat. He held on tighter, a desperate grab. "Will? What's 'appening?"

Will's gray eyes, usually bright and sparkling, were empty, staring at nothing. His skin felt soft...too soft...not like skin anymore, but slick and runny. It was like the warmth Monty usually felt from him had turned hot, burning him up from the inside out

Then, something ran down his hands

First, just a little drip, a slow slide. Will's nose softened and ran like a candle left too close to the fire. His cheekbones flattened, his lips losing their shape, just smearing. Monty's fingers, meant to hold and comfort, sank into the soft material.

He made a choked sound, something similar to a scream and a gurgle. He tried to pull Will closer, but holding him only made it worse. Will slipped through his fingers, not gently like water, but with a gross, slimy slide.

Monty's arms closed on nothing. He squeezed hard, like he could somehow make the fading shape solid again, bring back the warmth, the weight, the Will of him. But there was just empty air.

Down below, on the ground, a horrible lump started to form. A pile of hardened wax, the color of old bone with streaks of red, turned into rough shapes...a twisted hand, a melted eye, the curve of a lost smile. It was like throw up instead of his first companion of this damn school. The air got too thick with the sweet, gross smell, making him want to throw up his insides to match the sight in front of him.

Then, he woke up with a jolt, his heart pounding like a drum.

His body was covered in cold sweat. Monty hysterically threw his hand out, his fingers twitching, as he held his torso, still feeling that awful slickness.

He turned his head and saw Will sleeping next to him in the soft light from the window. Will was still, his breathing quiet and even, completely peaceful, and most of all Soild

(was scrolling through some post and saw this wonderful idea by @kyothena so credits to her ^^)