#angst was stronger

[thesedarkcafedays]

Tim and Lucy 

Look me in the face and tell me you don't think I have the killer instinct to do undercover work. 

#The Rookie #therookieedit #chenford #chenfordedit #Tim x Lucy #chenford in the rookie #the rookie: thesedarkcafedays #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #and I'm sorry #angst was stronger

[factual-fantasy]

I know they don't really exist in your AU, but what would your idea of a Glamrock Fredbear and a Glamrock Spring Bonnie look like?

You don't have to draw this is you don't want to. :0

Now I don't usually take any kind of drawing requests.. but you caught me at a time where I was really itching to draw and I needed some inspiration XD

So here ya are, my version of the Glamrock spring boys would look something like this! (With the other Freddy's and Bonnies to compare!)

These very shiny and glittery fellows have some black, white, purple and a lot of gold in their color palette. They have unique face shapes and body types to further distinguish them from Bonnie and Freddy. Also unlike the other animatronics who have different themes from each other and have their own stand alone attractions.. Spring and Fred actually share a theme and attraction. They were built with the same theme and color palette becuase they are specifically designed to always be together.

They are like Bonnie and Freddy in that they are best friends. But Bonnie and Freddy can function without each other and can preform in separate attractions. Spring and Fred cannot. They cannot preform while separated.

This inability to separate the two could potentially cause problems.. But mostly it would just mean that Fred and Spring might not be put up on the big stage with the other animatronics for huge performances. Because it could get in the way of the show.. but despite all that they're still kind and trustworthy animatronics and their shows are a hit with the kids.🌟👍🌟

#my response #fnaf security breach #fredbear and springbonnie #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #glamrock bonnie #tempted to make this an actual au #imagine the angst of separating the two #or better yet Glamrock Freddy looking to Spring for comfort becuase he misses Bonnie but its just not the same #Fred and Freddy's bond growing stronger after loosing Bonnie becuase Fred knows how horrible it must feel to lose your Bunny.. #hehegheheheh #I love making angst

[starflungwaddledee]

it isn't there anymore.

the mainline game events from rtdl onwards tend to form the foundations for significant turning points in the whole awtdy timeline. galacta knight made his wish during robobot, but was actually placed into the timeline much earlier. as a result he already has clear knowledge of how these events played out for meta knight, and can therefore adjust them to his liking

for the most part, he's interested in dealing with threats as quickly and efficiently as possible, and keeping total control of the people in his orbit. his overall goals are to destroy the life he stole from meta knight, and to corrupt his loved ones in whichever way will hurt him the most

in the case of triple deluxe, galacta knight goes to floralia in kirby's stead to "rescue dedede" and "prevent the spread of dark matter" caused by Sectonia's parasitic rule. kirby slept through the event and blames himself for not waking up in time to help rescue the people of the sky from their queen's corruption

at this point he still believes you can sometimes purify those who have come into contact with dark matter, and feels that if he'd been there, he could have at least tried.

#cw violence #cw angst #cw dark #not entirely sure what to cw this but it's pretty severe angst? lmk if there are more appropriate tags #cw sad kirby?? drawing him having this breakdown was actually the hardest thing i've drawn so far #anyway this was when galacta knight announced he was Much Much Stronger and more violent than anybody remembered #kirby #bandana waddle dee #galacta knight #my art #my comics #awtdy au #(spoilers for the au's endgame) despite all this the happy ending fixes most things that got messed up in the timeline one way or another.

[togrowoldinv]

Castles Crumbling

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Trying to get through to Natasha can be a difficult task, but you’ll never give up on her.

Note: So this one is a lil sad, but I promise there’s hope laced in it as hope is always around if you just look for it. Yes, it’s a Taylor reference hehe. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Things with Natasha were great. Until they weren’t.

You met the woman when you joined the team. It was one of your favorite days of your life. You had finally reached your goal of becoming an Avenger and there you were there amongst the heroes that you had so admired.

Natasha took to you surprisingly quickly. She hadn’t realized she was doing it, not really. She just felt comfortable around you. But everyone else, including you, noticed that she was drawn to you.

You were drawn to her too, so you spent a lot of time with her. You always trained with her and spent nights watching movies with her. Most nights you made hot chocolate and giggled over how many marshmallows you could eat.

Beginning to feel like your relationship with her was something more than a friendship, you took the chance and asked her out one night.

It was bold, you knew that, but you didn’t want to miss the chance at something real. And Natasha was as real as it got. Your hopes were shattered when Natasha said no and all but ran away from you.

It’s been two weeks of silence from the woman. You haven’t seen her at training or any other event. Honestly, you’re not even sure she is at the compound. Still, you make a cup of hot chocolate for her and march to her room.

You knock on the door. No answer.

“Natasha,” you try. Nothing. “I don’t even know if you’re in there, but if you are, will you please open the door? I miss you so much.”

You still hear nothing on the other side of the door. Sighing, you place the mug on the ground next to the door.

“I made you a hot chocolate. I’ll just leave it here,” you say into the door.

Taking a few steps away, your attention is drawn back to the door. It creaks open slightly, and you see her hand reach for the mug. To your surprise, the door doesn’t close immediately. You stand completely still in the hallway even though you’re sure Natasha knows you’re there.

“Y/n?” She calls out. You could cry at hearing her voice for the first time in weeks.

You walk towards her, and she simply gestures for you to enter her room. You do so easily, noticing the way her usually perfectly clean room is a mess. Clothes are everywhere, and papers on her desk are haphazardly stacked.

“I made it with extra chocolate,” you say, referring to the mug in her hand.

“Thank you,” she says. She means it. Nat takes a sip of the hot chocolate and places it on her nightstand.

You nod. You’re racking your brain for what to say next when Natasha speaks instead.

“You don’t want to know me,” Natasha says. “Not like this.”

“Natasha,” you try to stop her, but she continues.

“I’ll just let you down,” Natasha says. “Everyone who tries to love me just gets pushed away. It’s my fault.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” you say. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“But it’s true.”

“It’s not. I love you and I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” You ask her. Her lips almost quirk up at your confession, but she is too focused on how she will hurt you to truly smile.

“I shut you out for two weeks,” Nat says. “That doesn’t really scream that I am capable of-”

She stops herself short, opting to shake her head. Life is full of incomplete sentences, but you want to know what she was going to say. So, you push.

“That you’re not capable of what?”

“Y/n.”

“Tell me, Natasha. Because if you say what I think you’re going to say then you’re completely wrong.”

Natasha’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, a sure sign that she is keeping herself from crying. Her green eyes are a sea of sadness.

“I don’t know how I got this way,” Natasha says, her voice low. “I used to be so strong, and I was great at keeping myself uninvolved.”

“Was that strength or was that fear?” You pose the question.

“I don’t know,” Natasha admits. “Both.”

You dare take a step closer to Natasha. When she doesn’t step back, you reach out your hand to her. She hesitates, but eventually she lets her nimble fingers slip between yours. It’s electric, as it is every time you two touch.

“You know we don’t have to be anything, but friends. But at least can we be that?” You ask. “I miss you. I miss us.”

Natasha finally lets her teardrops fall. No one ever sees her like this.

“I’ve hurt so many people,” Natasha says through her tears. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you assure her. “And even if you did, it would be hurt that was one hundred percent worth it. I’d let you hurt me a million times over if it meant I got to love you and be loved by you.”

“I don’t- why would you let yourself be hurt by me?”

“Natasha, people hurt people. That’s what makes us human. But there is no hurt that the two of us can’t get through. And there’s no way I’m ever giving up on you,” you explain.

She squeezes your hand harder. You give her your best smile.

“I’m not sure how human I am,” Natasha admits. “People see me as a monster.”

“Those people don’t know you. You are so beautifully, wonderfully, painfully human.”

You’re not sure she believes you, but her tears begin to subside. Natasha reaches her other hand out to your free one. She intertwines them just like the other two.

“You really want me?” She asks, a certain shyness you haven’t heard before to her voice.

“I really want you.”

“With all of this pain and hurt I cause?”

“It’s not your fault,” you remind her. “And, yes. I love you. Nothing will change that.”

“I- I’m not ready to say it,” Natasha says. You know what she means. “But I do feel it. I think. It’s not simple.”

“It never is. All I know is that we can do this,” you tell her. “Can I hug you?”

Natasha nods. You step forward and she releases her hands from yours. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you feel her bury her face into yours. Residual tears dry, and you hold her tight.

You don’t know how long the hug lasts. Maybe mere seconds, or maybe it was hours.

But you know that you will always love Natasha, even when her castles are crumbling to the ground. A million times over, you will choose her.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff angst #Hope is the only thing stronger than fear or whatever the hunger games says

[peak-dumbass]

I love Raphmona and I love Rasey, but as much as I love turning ships into polycules as an indecisive multishipper, these are 2 ships that I can NOT see working out as a polycule

Casey would try to flirt with Mona like Raph and they’d just respond with:

#I love them separately don’t get me wrong #Raphmona is peak strong malewife x stronger girlboss energy + good fluff and angst potential #Rasey has SO MUCH potential fluff angst AND hurt/comfort not to mention their already great dynamic #they’re just 2 of the few ships that I enjoy separately more than together #Mona would see Casey’s cringefail personality and bite his arm off I’m sorry #I saw this tumblr post and I IMMEDIATELY made this image cuz it just describes my thought process perfectly #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt2012 #2012 tmnt #tmnt12 #tmnt raphael #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt casey jones #raphmona #rasey

[ardentpoop]

the way sam changes from the beginning of s8 to the end of s8 makes me ill.

coming off their separation, he starts out trying his best to be unapologetic abt the choices he made when dean was gone. openly calling dean out when he makes him feel like shit (“you’ve been kicking me ever since you got back, but that’s over.”) insisting that he knows he wants a clean break and that it’s not actually his Responsibility to suffer for the rest of his life. refusing to let other hunters like martin talk down to him.

and then dean’s lies and hypocrisy abt benny, and dean’s fake SOS text from amelia, and sam breaking up with amelia bc with dean back in his life he doesn’t want to hurt her with his mess, and dean’s doubt over sam’s ability to complete the trials.

which all culminates in the state he’s in by the season finale - uncaring of whether he lives or dies bc he’s always been a burden to dean anyway and maybe if he’s the one to close the gates of hell it’ll make up for everything else he’s supposedly done wrong. “these trials, they’re purifying me.” / “you think I screw up everything I try - you think I need a chaperone, remember?”

this alone:

“what happens when you’ve decided I can’t be trusted, again? I mean, who’re you gonna turn to next time, instead of me? another angel, another… another vampire? do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother…”

the speech dean gives sam in the church Woefully misses the mark in that it doesn’t address any of the events that pushed sam to the ledge. it doesn’t address dean’s mistreatment of sam as a partner in the slightest. empty words that sound nice on the surface, like the majority of dean’s attempts at patching them back up from s4 onwards.

#wincesties i love you on principle however most of you do this thing where you don’t acknowledge the staggering power imbalance at all #or worse: twist it in the other direction #the fans were upset whenever the boys took a break. they bought into canon’s idea that they’re better/stronger together #but post s3 that couldn’t be further from the truth lmao #spn #im writing s8 era angst rn so this post was cooking in my head #also at some point I’m going to write a thing abt how uniquely loaded the words ‘brother’ and ‘family’ are on this show

[thesassywitchofthenortheast]

Omg not only did they break up

We’re losing metro Tim too 😫

They hate us

#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #okay tbh I’m a few hours removed and actually excited to see this play out #they’re gonna be so much stronger after this little angst blip #because they didn’t break up for lack of love #they still love each other so much #they’re both just in crisis mode #and need therapy lol

[callofdudes]

König angst please please please!

I did struggle a little because I didn't have much context with this one. But I did come up with a little something for König angst. Thank you anon 😊

Tell me their Name, paint me in blood.

Summary: König never expected to get kidnapped, and he never expected to be interrogated on a familiar name from his past.

Word count: 2.9K+

Cw: angst, torture, talks of trauma, childhood friends Reader and König. Two lines of probably improper German.

König opens his eyes, gasping as cold water hits his face, freezing his cheeks and drenching his chest and legs. His eyelids feel heavy, water dripping from his bottom lip. Bright light invades his eyes, making him shy away, trying to get used to it.

"Wakey wakey," A voice comes from his left, a man walking closer, throwing the water pale to the ground with a clatter. König attempted to move before realizing he was secured tightly to a chair.

The man walked faced him, hands behind his back. "Verdammtes Licht…" (fucking light) König hissed, blinking rapidly.

"Sie werden sich daran gewöhnen." (you'll get used to it) The man replied, smug at revealing he knew the mother tongue.

"Whatever you want, I won't give you," König replied sharply.

The man hummed, reaching forward and grabbing Konig by the jaw, twisting his head to look him in the eye. "You have no idea what I could do to you. My name is Snake, and I already know yours. We're looking for a friend of yours, and you're to give me answers. Now."

König grunted. "I know no one!"

Snake frowned. "Not true. You see, we know your name and that you have a connection to a soldier named Y/n."

König's eyes widened.

Snake raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I thought so."

Y/n… No, no. König grits his teeth. "I don't know anyone like that. It's a dead end for you."

Y/n and him were childhood friends. Well, until he had to move from where he was living to Austria. You were an exchange student staying for a couple of years to finish school. You were friends right up until König left. You had always kept in contact. You were a dear friend to him. But when he joined the military, the connection stopped.

Snake gripped König's hair, pulling him forward. "You are lying to me. That little rat has been fucking us up, and you just so happen to know who the fuck they are. So don't play dumb with me."

König refused. He wouldn't. And besides, hearing your name was too painful.

Snake growled. "You don't have a choice here. I will make you talk. And it will only be more painful the longer you keep quiet."

König was stubborn, and it was about to cost him.

You woke up with your arm numb and aching. You blinked at the clock. Who on earth? You looked back at the window when you heard a rhythmic tapping. You sat up, ringing out your arm previously positioned behind your head.

Getting out of bed, you went to the window and opened it. Seeing none other than your favourite German boy. "König, what are you doing??" You rubbed your eye, yawning.

"I couldn't sleep again. I'm sorry to bother you, but you didn't answer my texts."

"Well, it's two in the morning." You sighed, stepping back. "Come get comfy then." You knew you couldn't shoo him away, watching him leave like a sad puppy who did something wrong. So König climbed into your window, brushing himself off and looking around again. "Ah- thank you."

"Come on, get some sleep."

You walked back to your bed, attempting to make room for König to slip in with you, and he did. Your first sleepover had been hesitant. He refused even the thought of sharing a bed with you. And when you were curled up on the couch later, he realized how nice it was, and things spiralled.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding your back to his chest, keeping you securely against him.

"Thank you…" He whispered against your neck, closing his eyes softly. Attempting to let the stress go and relax. It was just you and him. All this drama going on between his parents wasn't happening.

He didn't hear them arguing again. There wouldn't be a divorce.

And you were there with him through it all.

A harsh slap sent him spiralling back into reality as Snake left a searing mark on his face. "Head up!" He demanded, the door opening and two other men entering.

König's eye twitched, he was tempted to spit on the ground before them.

One of the men was carrying a large metal toolbox.

Snake smiled. "This is the part where you tell me what I want to know, or… I won't be so nice."

König's eyes narrowed. He eyed the box, then Snake. His heart pounded. He could tell them. He honestly didn't know anything. All he knew was he joined the military and tried to move on.

Head in the game. His heart stuck back in that room with you. Back where you comforted him, hands wiping away his fallen tears and reminding him how much you loved him.

It made his stomach twist, and his heart clench, thinking of your smile. The face that still plagues his mind, infesting him like a virus.

"Nothing?" Snake asked, raising an eyebrow. "So be it."

König watched as the man put down the box and unlocked it, revealing the items inside. There were needles, hammers, pliers, and other items that would be used for torture.

König's eyes widened. "Fuck you!"

"That can be arranged. Unless you want to give me what I need to know." Snake pulls out one of the items, König's eyes watch it as Snake hands it to one of his men. A garrote.

The man moves behind König, who attempts to wriggle, snapping the wire around König's throat. He tightened it around Königs pulsing neck. König choked, trying to move back, feeling the tightness starting to dig its way into his flesh. The wire was thin and strong enough it easily sliced and drew blood while cutting his oxygen.

Snake leaned forward. "You have two options: tell me, or die slowly."

König wheezed. "F-Fuck off…" He gurgled on his blood that attempted to rise, and the man pulled back, letting König take a few deep breaths before tightening it again. König grits his teeth, looking up at Snake. He wouldn't release information. That's not what all this training was for.

But then, the wire was released, the soldier removing it from his neck covered in blood. The line where the skin was ripped along König's throat started to trickle blood faster.

Snake sighed. "You're an idiot. And it's your loss."

König breathed heavily, spitting blood out of his mouth and glaring up at Snake.

"Now, we could get to the good stuff," Snake said, pulling out a hammer.

König's heart raced. The hammer twisted in Snake's hand dangerously, suddenly swinging it and ringing it down on König's hand, smashing his knuckles. König tried to hold in his noises, grunting as the hammer lifted and hit the other hand, smashing down hard, and König heard a crunch, letting out a noise of pain this time.

"Where is Y/n? I will get it out of you," Snake said, twisting the hammer in his hand.

König tried to blink through the pain, his mind foggy and drifting, imagining you again. Waking up that next morning with you still in his arms. Hand running down your cheek, seeing how peaceful you were with you.

When all was said and done, you two could graduate together. And who knows, he hoped his life continued. No matter how his plans for the future seemed or how bleak the way. He wanted you to be with him.

Your eyelids fluttered open softly, looking up at him. "Hey there, big guy." You whispered. The way you said it never made him feel self-conscious about his height. It made him happy to hear you.

"Morning." He whispered back.

You leaned in, settling your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him.

Those arms were cold as he stirred, head forced back as another bucket of water was brought in. Bringing him back to reality as the cold water was presented. One of the men, still with a tight grip on his hair, shoved a dirty rag in his mouth, covered in God only knows what.

He gagged, and the bucket was lifted to his face and poured. His vision was blurry as the water entered his nose. The rag blocked any oxygen he attempted to breathe in, and he gagged and coughed as he suffocated. He tried to thrash, but they held his head up, forcing the water down his throat and up his nose.

His heart was racing, his hands burned, and so did his throat. His mind raced as he was unable to get air. It wasn't long until his head started to become fuzzy, the blackness at the edges of his vision threatening to swallow him up.

He started to slip away, only to be pulled back, the bucket removed. And the rag from his mouth, allowing him to choke out what was obstructing his oxygen. Water pooled down his lips and chin, gasping for air and coughing violently.

Snake again right there, on him like a hunter on fresh prey. He pulled out a photo and showed it to him. König fought for his vision, panting as it focused in again, seeing the photo.

It was you. A gun in hand, looking down the sight, sharp eyes focused on the target. You were wearing a SpecGru outfit.

He panted. That was you.

"Where. Is. Y/n?"

König shook his head. "I don't know! I don't know anything about them!"

Snake growled. "I will make you regret this."

König stared down at the photo. Seeing you, seeing your face again. He smiled. His vision went blurry again before his head was shoved back into the bucket, choking and forced to take more water. His lungs burned, and his head felt heavy again as the water continued to invade every orifice it could.

He struggled, inhaling water from every angle. Seeing your eyes again. Remember looking into them in slight glances from a classroom full of other people. Seeing how you lit up when you saw the book you'd wanted at the library. Laughing with him over coffee while your homework was spread out without a care.

And your laugh… God, he really wasn't over you. He thought that if he forced you away from himself enough, you would leave. That you would wriggle from his life, and the pain would stop.

The pain of missing you every day. The pain of knowing you were an enemy now. The pain of his lack of oxygen made his head swirl and circuit, trying to fight.

His own tears mixed with the water as he thrashed for his life.

And he was pulled back up.

"Please," König pleaded, gasping for breath as Snake took his time, looking over the photo once more.

"Please! I don't know where they are, please believe me!"

Snake looked back at König, his eyes narrowed. "Then you will die for nothing."

König choked, the rag shoved back into his mouth, and the water poured back into his throat, pouring down on him.

He tried to struggle as he felt burning in his sides, blood dripping from his thighs, screaming and thrashing for any way out. They continued to inflict more pain on him. He tried anything he could do…

"Hey, Hey, König…" You stopped him, seeing the tears flooding down his cheeks. "Shh, what's wrong?" You let him inside, closing the door, and he shook, wrapping his arms around you.

You held him back, having a feeling you knew what this was. He didn't let go, keeping you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder, shaking violently.

"What happened??" You asked quietly, running your hand down the back of his head. He sniffled, so upset and scared. "The divorce is final…" König's voice shook.

"König… I'm so sorry." You knew how hard this was for him, holding him tightly.

"She's taking us to Austria next month." His voice broke, clinging to you. He may never see you again. The realization hit you as you

hugged him back, tears filling your eyes. Clinging on as tightly as you could. "König…"

You both kneeled on the cold tile floor, holding each other, being with each other. The last thing he got to do was hug you. You were in his arms one more time before he left on the plane. The following years of his life were torture, living with new people.

And he didn't have you to turn to. He could call you on the phone, but couldn't hold you. He couldn't see you face to face. He couldn't climb in your window to cuddle you for grounding…

He didn't feel like he ever really had a chance to say goodbye. And that haunted him.

He thought he could get over it… Get over you. How it took him now to realize this. How you always found a way to run back into his life and shatter the illusion that he was holding himself together alone perfectly fine.

Knowing that he'd die a foolish man.

His mind was spinning, barely realizing his body gasping for air, choking and vomiting, trying to grasp reality, but the torture kept coming.

His heart was racing, and he wasn't sure if his hands were numb from being smashed or his head was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. The blackness was closing in on him, and he felt so faint.

His ears rang, unable to make out Snake's voice. He felt hot. Like he was burning up.

He was going to die. He would never see you again. You would never know…

And he wouldn't ever get to tell you.

How he loved you.

The last thing he saw was the photo. The only thing he could hear was your voice.

His body blocks out the hammer that collided with his temple or the blade that slashes into his abdomen. Tears stream down his cheeks, fading more and more as he's preyed on.

"We will find them. And we will kill them. Just like we will kill you." Snake's voice finally smashed through the sweet illusion of his death. Of his demise with you right in front of him. Wishing he could hold you.

Wishing he could cry to you. Wishing… So much wishing… He had so many wishes that would never come true.

The cut was deep, and he could barely feel it.

Snake looked at his work. König was gone, the look in his eyes was empty. He had been here before. Where König was now. He could see it in his eyes. His mind was trying to save him from the pain.

The fucked reality he's been living in where he's never tried to pick up and call you.

Where he blamed everything for what happened. He blamed himself for it all. And now you were back. You always came back for him. You never left him.

Snake's eyes narrowed, looking back at the photo. "Take him away. He's useless."

The men followed orders, carrying König away to be dumped.

And you. You were in danger. Snake would get to you one way or another. He would have his revenge.

And König would die.

König would never get to see you again.

The one person he wanted to hold in his arms again.

You were about to wake up that morning, and he was nowhere to be seen. But instead, you were woken up by a knock on your door.

And your world shattered.

You didn't get to say goodbye.

Your father gave you the news the plane had left, and König was gone. He'd hugged you the night before, but you never got to say goodbye. Tears filled your eyes, knowing you wouldn't see him in person again for a long time.

But you were determined to be in his life. One way or another. Even if it wasn't meant to be. You should have given up. Trying to stay got him killed. It would get you killed. And no one would win except your enemies.

But you refused to let him go.

You would find him.

No matter what it costs.

"König," you said, reaching up and touching his cheek. His eyes slowly opened, looking down at you, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry." You whispered. König reached out to touch you, ignoring the cold feeling in his body as he lay among the trash for his life to fall away. He ignored the blood and the pain he felt. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't come back…" He choked out, shaking.

You smiled, "It's okay, I'm here now."

König choked on a sob, holding onto you tightly. You were cold. Your arms which he'd loved so much when he was younger were frigid, but he couldn't let go.

He would never let go.

You held him back.

His eyes closed, and the ringing filled his ears, everything around him falling away as he held you. And soon, that too was gone. The illusion of you. His body gave up its fight, and he slipped away. Lying dead on the cold ground, soaking wet, bleeding, broken.

You always wanted to be together, one way or another.

And life vowed to keep you apart. One way… or another.

#call of duty #x reader #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig cod #könig x reader #angst #call of duty modern warfare #könig x y/n #readers gender isnt specified #it could be seen as platonic but there are some slightly stronger romantic tones #but its angst so does it matter in the end lol? #nearly forgot the gif :(

[iamhereinthebg]

Akane is such a character because it's so easy to imagine anyone with his storyline having so much angst/being full emo but he just went 'no.'

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #aoi akane #ramblings #sleepd deprived as always but the clock keepers are still rotating in my head like chicken rotisserie #I am once again thinking about him too #since he is one of the only character making sense from start to finish rn my insanity is even stronger #Aoi 'with the power of my will and bullsht I avoid all angst' Akane

[lees-chaotic-brain]

Hi! 🍓 anon here!

Can I request a Stronger reader x Gojo where the reader is really mean to Gojo but nice to almost everyone else? Maybe enemies to lovers-like, where they had to stay in the same room for a day and when they woke up they would see lying on top of each other? I'm sorry if I couldn't explain well :')

Hi 🍓 anon! Welcome! Sorry that it took me so long to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Worst That Could Happen (Gojo x Stronger Reader)

Word Count: 2.38k

CW: light swearing, slight oppression and angst if you squint, fluff, reader has at least shoulder length hair, crack ending

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All your life you had hated Gojo Satoru. After all, how could you not? He was the reason you were forced to hide your abilities and strength. The reason you couldn’t claim your rightful title as the strongest. All so that a certain spoiled brat could continue to believe that “through heaven and earth, he alone was the honored one.”

What a load of bullshit.

When your cursed technique had manifested, you had been so excited, proudly showing it off to your parents. And at first, they had been just as happy as you were, showering you with praise and affection. 

But as time went on it became more and more evident just how powerful you were. 

By the young age of six, your mere presence was enough to bring special first grade curses to their knees. Cursed energy exuded off of you the instant you stopped suppressing it. You had as much control over your techniques as any special grade sorcerer.

However there was one little problem. Your parents worked for the Gojo family. And if the Gojo’s caught wind of your powers, they were sure to try and kill you now while they still could. Because they couldn’t afford to allow a low-status nobody like you to undermine the power of their Six-Eyes.

In response, your parents protected you in the only way they knew how. They forbade you from using your cursed technique and becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. You knew they meant well, and they were just afraid, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

After all, what’s the point of being this strong, of having these abilities, if you can’t use them to help people?  

So you only pretended to agree with your parents, never giving up on your dream of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. But the need for secrecy and the resentment from having to hide your strength led to a major development.

By the time you had grown into your full powers and convinced your parents to allow you to pursue your dreams, you had decided something.

You hated Gojo Satoru.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Stepping into Jujutsu Tech, you took a deep breath. While you were thrilled to have gotten this position as a teacher, you were less than thrilled about your coworker.

Gojo Satoru.

While you hadn’t liked him even before you met, he was somehow even worse than you had expected.

Loud, conceited, selfish, stupid, annoying.

All of these words and more came to mind when his name was mentioned in your presence.

Of course, you had felt for him after Suguru left. His turning had been hard on everyone, but you all knew that Gojo had been impacted the worst. But you couldn’t bring yourself to reach out to him. Because if you did, it would mean admitting that you possibly don’t completely hate him.

That’s right. You hate him. He’s the reason why to this day, no one knows your true power. Other than your parents and Shoko that is. And Shoko only knew because the two of you went out drinking and you had gotten so drunk you began ranting about Gojo to your best friend, which eventually led to you telling her your secret.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice that your feet had carried you all the way to your old classroom before you stood in front of the familiar sliding door.

Voices and laughter floated out to you as you steeled yourself, preparing to enter. With one last deep breath and a step forward you opened the door.

The room went quiet, and you found yourself facing your three new students. There was a girl, a boy, and a…panda?

Oh, you realized. It must be the ‘child’ Yaga had mentioned creating.

“Hello.”

You greeted them, introducing yourself.

“I’m your new teacher who is going to be helping out around here. It’s nice to meet you all. Could you introduce yourselves for me?”

“Hi! I’m Panda.”

The giant panda boomed, waving a massive furry paw at you.

“Maki. Just Maki.”

This came from the girl slouched in the back corner. Looking up from inspecting her weapon, she glanced at you coolly from behind her circular glasses.

“Kombu! Inumaki Toge.”

The boy wearing the oversized turtleneck waved at you.

Well, you were certainly going to have your hands full with these three. Standing, you clapped your hands.

“All right you guys! How about we head out to the fields and show me what you got?”

And so began your first day as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

When Gojo heard you were going to be his new coworker, he was thrilled. After all, this meant he was going to be reunited with his high school crush!

Oh, how he missed your harsh, prickly personality. 

After all, rudeness and spite were just your way of showing affection to those you cared about!

Skipping down the halls he couldn’t wait to see your cute face again, or to engage in some well-intentioned banter. He slid to a stop in front of the classroom door and threw open the door, his mouth open to cry out your name.

Then he froze. Wait, that wasn’t right. You were sitting amongst the students, smiling and laughing. Smiling and laughing. You don’t do that! You had never even smiled at him!

Looking up at the sound of the door banging open, your eyes narrowed upon landing on him.

“Gojo.”

You said, irritation evident in your voice.

“What are you doing here?”

Ah, there was the icy cold demeanor he so knew and loved.

Sauntering over he grinned and threw his arm around your shoulders. 

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that! This was my classroom first! And I thought I told you to call me Satoru. After all, I call you by your first name.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you.

“And I don’t recall ever giving you permission to do so.”

You scowled and shoved his arm off you.

“Do you two…know each other?”

Panda was the first student to speak, despite the obvious interest present on the faces of the other two first years.

“Yeah we were besties in high school-”

“Unfortunately-”

You spoke at the same time before whirling to face the other.

“Wait, what?!”

Immediately the two of you began arguing. 

Eavesdropping from the hallway Yaga sighed.

It appeared the two of you picked up right where you left off upon parting ways after high school…

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Months went by, but still you and Gojo couldn’t get along. You were constantly quarreling, and everyone was a little over it, especially Gojo.

He had been fine with it when you treated everyone like that, but now that he's seen and knows how gentle and caring you can be towards the first years, he doesn’t understand why you are so harsh and cold towards him.

Yaga had also been fine to let the two of you be at the start, hoping that the two of you would just somehow work it out like the grown ass adults you were, but that didn’t seem very likely now.

“Excuse me?”

Yaga politely stepped in between the two of you.

“Could you guys come with me please.”

“Of course.”

You said brushing your hair over your shoulder.

“I was just about done here anyways.”

Stomping off after Yaga, you left Gojo no choice but to follow after  you. Why did you have to be so stubborn? And where was Yaga even taking the two of you? Were you needed for a mission or something?

Stopping before an empty storage room, Yaga gestured for you to enter. Suspicious, but reluctant to argue with your boss, you complied, walking in with Gojo trailing after you.

Bam.

The door slammed shut, trapping you in total darkness for a few seconds before the light flickered on.

“Hey! Yaga! What’s the big idea?”

You yell, kicking the door in frustration.

“Sorry about this.”

Yaga’s deep voice rumbled from the other side of the door.

“But the two of you really need to work out your problems and learn to get along. So I’m not letting you out until tomorrow morning. If you can’t get along by then, or either of you has broken down the door, you’re both fired. Good luck, and for god’s sake please don’t kill each other.”

His footsteps slowly faded away as he left you and Gojo alone. There was no one to help you now.

Goddammit.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Hours passed, and still, neither of you had spoken. 

You were seated against the door, your head tilted back and leaning against the solid wood. Meanwhile Gojo was sprawled on his back on the other side of the room staring up at the ceiling.

Finally he broke the silence.

“So, wanna talk about why you hate me so much?”

“Not really.”

You mumbled, burying your face in your knees.

“So you acknowledge that you do hate me though.”

“Not entirely…”

“You know, we’re going to have to talk at some point, right?”

You sighed, wishing you were literally anywhere but in this stuffy storage room.

“I know.”

You said simply, avoiding his gaze as he sat up and turned to face you.

“I just, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know how to explain it to you.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you hate me for no reason…”

You groan, finally looking up.

“No…I have a reason. I guess I’ve been thinking for the last couple hours though, and I’m not entirely sure that I do hate you, or that it’s fair of me to hate you.”

Scooting closer, Gojo mimicked your pose, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them.

“So why don’t you talk to me? I can help you try to figure it out. Plus, I already know how I feel about you, and it’s definitely not hate.”

Ignoring his little comment you considered what he just said. Should you come clean, or was it too risky?

You know what, to hell with it. You were tired of living your life in fear because you were too strong. But where to start? Taking a deep breath, you began.

“It all started when my cursed technique developed…”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Finishing your story, you waited for his response.

There was none.

“Gojo…?”

You ask hesitantly, unsure of what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry.”

He said quietly. 

“What?”

You asked, unsure if you heard him right. Did the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the Gojo Satoru, just apologize to you? You must be going crazy.

“I’m sorry.”

He repeated himself, this time with more conviction.

“I’m sorry that you couldn’t reveal your true power because of me. Believe me, I’m aware that my abilities bring trouble to others. And for that, I’m sorry.”

You were at a loss for words. All that time, all that time you spent hating him, for nothing? Because you couldn’t hate him now. Honestly, you had known all along that it wasn’t his fault, that you were being unfair. But hearing him apologize just made you feel guilty. But wait…

“You believe me?”

You ask incredulously.

“I was sure that you were going to ask for proof or something, or not believe me…”

“Why would I?”

He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“You forget about my Six Eyes. I’ve known that you’re stronger than me for years now.”

“I’m sorry.”

You said, hanging your head in shame.

“I’ve spent so much time hating you for no reason, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s fine. You know what they say. About the similarities between love and hate…”

He shot you a sly smile.

“Oh shut up!”

You cry indignantly.

“Just because I don’t hate you doesn’t mean that I don’t find you absolutely insufferable!”

“Sure, sure.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

A couple minutes later, Gojo snuck a peek at you, curious as to why you suddenly got so quiet.

Ah, you had fallen asleep. He frowned, noticing the way you shivered slightly and realized that the room was rather chilly. Looking around, he noticed a cabinet in the back of the room. 

Quietly he looked through its contents and was pleased to find a single fuzzy blanket that looked quite warm. Walking back over to you he carefully draped it over you. After ensuring that you were properly tucked in, he headed back over to his spot.

Damn, when did it get so chilly?

He eyed the extra bit of blanket that wasn’t wrapped around your body. Surely you wouldn’t mind. Ever so slowly, he crept towards you inch by inch. Gently lifting the edge of the blanket he eased himself under it until his back was pressed against the wall and you were tucked snugly into his side. 

Readjusting the blanket so it was evenly distributed over the two of you he sighed in relief. That was so much better. While he had only planned to share the blanket for a little bit, just long enough to warm up he found himself becoming drowsy. You wouldn’t mind that if he shared the blanket with you, right? He was the one that found it after all.

And besides, what’s the worst that could happen?

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Waking up, you snuggled into the firm chest of the person you were laying on. They were so warm, and they smelled nice…

Wait what?

Fully awake, you sat up and stared down in abject horror.

The wonderfully comfortable chest that you had been happily sleeping on belonged to none other than your insufferable coworker.

How did this even happen?

You were positive that he was on the other side of the room when you fell asleep, so that could only mean-

“GOJO SATORU!”

You screech, viciously whacking him with the flat of your palm.

“WAKE UP YOU PERVERT!”

And so began your real friendship with the second strongest sorcerer in the world: Gojo Satoru.

#lee's brain writes #gojo x reader #gojo x stronger reader #fluff #slight angst if you squint #jjk x reader #🍓 anon! #crack #jjk crack

[beanghostprincess]

when the straw hats eat sanji's food, they never ask what it is. i mean, of course they do ask what they're eating, but they don't have the patience to wait for sanji to explain everything to them (c'mon, they're hungry) so they just settle for listening to the name of whatever his new dish is before enjoying the food.

the thing is, usopp wants to know. usopp asks sanji about the ingredients and how he turned them into the masterpiece he's eating. he asks and listens and looks at sanji's face the whole time, patiently waiting for him to finish so he can taste it.

and sanji is surprised because, well, he always has to hold back when it comes to talking about food because he's sure nobody wants to listen to him rambling about it. but usopp does, apparently, and it fills his heart with so much joy that he can only smile wide (every damn time it happens) and explain step by step what he did to cook their food.

sanji isn't used to sitting so close to usopp, but it happens one day without neither of them really thinking about it. nami and robin are on the other end of the table and he hasn't looked at them once. he's too busy explaining usopp what he did to cook dinner, and too focused telling him about his new dessert.

things just happen naturally. they start sitting next to each other all the time, the crew already leaving the sit next to usopp free for sanji. usopp starts going in the kitchen earlier only to see sanji cooking. he stays with him and helps him clean up later. neither of them finds it odd. it's just new. the warmth and company is different than the one they're used to, and it feels so good and natural they just keep on doing it.

i like viewing sanuso's relationship developing into a romantic dynamic gradually and slowly, both of them realizing that they've been falling for each other for a long time now. and it just feels so real and tangible and natural...

#there's angst later ofc #sanji's internalized homophobia and usopp's self-worth issues are stronger than them #but for now just fluffy fluff #i'm letting them be happy for once i deserve a pat in the back #sanuso #black leg sanji #usopp #sanji x usopp #one piece

[bookworm-2000]

The only reason Rick made Jason pass out so much was because he either didn’t know how to write him or because he was too scared to write him.

Change my mind.

And before people say, ‘why on earth would he be scared?’ Look at almost everyone’s reaction to someone who should’ve been canonically stronger than the main character.

The fandom lost their shit over Jason, about how he was just ‘competition’ for Percy and how he was so boring and bland, but did they not get the hints of this boys backstory??

He was literally raised by an army of teens after being abandoned by his mother and (he thought) his sister. When he finally reconnected with his sister, she was closer with Percy and Annabeth than she was with him!

I personally don’t think Jason did have any resentment for Percy either but if he did, I also think it would have been 100% justified.

Reasons?

Like I said, Thalia being closer with Percy than him. Plus everybody just loving Percy for being Percy, while as soon as Jason went missing, CJ replaced him like he was nothing.

I think some people hate Jason for how he treated Reyna as well, but Jason never got all his memories back! He barely remembered anything about his past! And Reyna literally replaced him as soon as she could! I’m not talking about Percy being made Praetor! I’m talking about how she literally made a move on Percy! This shows that Reyna never really cared about Jason, at least not romantically!

But Rick just didn’t expand enough on Jason’s backstory. He went into so much detail for everyone else (besides Piper but that’s a whole different thing because really besides her dad ‘ignoring’ her, what the fuck else did she go through?) but not Jason. And he set it up for such an impactful, trauma inducing background and did nothing with it??

What the fuck, Rick? What the fuck?

#pro jason grace #jason grace #heroes of olympus #hoo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #angst #I could go on #but this is already too long #my poor baby Jason #piper is a bitch #convince me otherwise #it was out of character for him to suggest leaving Nico behind #but also kind of in character #because he has trust issues #love jason grace #Jason Grace is a sweetheart #Jason should’ve been stronger than Percy #love rick #but seriously

[skizwillsuffice]

Seasonal Depression- a comic

Summer- I’m thriving just like you wanted me to, right alongside the Thing you left behind.

Fall- I’m living as if you’re still here. The Thing you left behind is starting to look just like you.

Winter- I’m feeling warm and comfortable inside my home, but that Thing chills me to my very core, as if I were sleeping out in the snow.

Spring- I’m smiling as best as I can, but the colors that once comforted me now threaten to drown me. The Thing that once stood as my companion is now replaced by your name etched in stone.

The seasons keep flying by and I can never seem to disembark from this track. Does time truly heal all wounds, or was that yet another lie you told me?

This one’s a little more personal for me. I lost someone very dear to me in the Spring and every year I feel as though I ride the same roller coaster. Ten years is still not enough time to grieve. Some days I still have no idea how to grow up or live life without them.

I tried to convey my feelings through this comic. The “Thing” is a symbol of grief. Summer is easy, I feel lively and awake, like I can do anything and pursue whatever my heart desires. There’s still a lingering shadow of the person I lost but I’m happy to let it loiter in my life. Fall is good too, but I think about it much more frequently, and I’m reminded of it more with birthdays and holidays. Sometimes I see things or hear things that make me think that person is there, only to instantly get reminded that they aren’t. Winter sucks ass, I mostly hate it, but there are still things to smile about! It’s cold and I can’t get warm or feel comfortable in my own skin. I’m terrified of loss so I’m anxious about how I treat those around me. Holidays are incredibly hard, but the people I’m with help me a lot. Spring is warm, bright, and colorful, but it’s also a reminder that another year went by without that person, and that I will never get another year until I join them in the ground. Everything reminds me of them, but sometimes it’s not a bad thing. Cherish them and make them proud if the grief is eating you alive. Don’t sit idle for too long.

So, since it’s (almost) Spring, I’m channeling my grief through Emmet. Stay strong buddy, we’ll ride these tracks together 💚

#submas #submas ingo #submas emmet #grief comic #nimbasa trio #kinda #seasonal depression #don’t worry I’m ok!! #pokemon #pokemon elesa #grief always comes in waves but it never stays so I’ll be comin round soon #sad Emmet #help the poor baby #if I could give him a big smooch to his poor anxious noggin I would #my emotions ran far stronger than my ability to paint that water :/ #submas angst

[wickedcriminal]

wait how did drago react to little hiccup being able to be controlled by the bewilderbeast

By grabbing that poor sucker by the scruff and letting the Bewilderbeast mind control him 😭 the ideal slave right in snatching distance.

With Minicup mind controlled, it meant he could be the one to fly the Mind Controlled Big Tooth to Berk, since I sincerely doubt Drago could figure out how to operate Tooth's complicated tail fin in that moment. Get Minicup on there, he's had years of experience! Win-win for Drago, lose-lose for LITERALLY everyone else.

Of course, this means that Hiccup the Elder, right after his father died, has not only lost his best friend to Drago, but his little brother too.

#YAY ANGST TIME #half brothers au #httyd #httyd au #ask #i have the whole scene mapped out in my head #after drago makes big tooth kill stoick #elder bluescreens out of grief and minicup goes the compete opposite; getting SO pissed off #that he sprints straight at drago with murderous intent #they fight briefly #but drago is far stronger than younger and overpowers him #when drago mind controls big tooth he sees that it affects younger too and thinks 'great that's two for the price of one' #so basically younger gets absolutely no time to grieve stoick before hes taken away and i think that haunts elder for the rest of his life

[nicksstrongrugbyarms]

I know I’ve said this before but there’s so much Ben hate and people who genuinely didn’t wanna see him in season 2, but like can y’all not see this from an entertainment perspective, and understand all the story potential he brings? The conflict? The angst? Sorry but like you need those things to make a compelling story and Ben is a gold mine for that. I’m personally so excited for him AND David to be in season 2, their interactions with Nick and Charlie are one of the things I’m MOST excited for.

#bring on the angst! bring on the conflict! it’ll only make Nick and Charlie stronger! #without it their relationship has no depth #heartstopper #nick nelson #nick and charlie #charlie spring #alice oseman #gay #joe locke #kit connor #narlie #nick x charlie #Ben hope #heartstopper season 2

[gfbillpotts]

kelvin and keefe truthers im glad we finally got our W but how are we on the fact that in s4 kelvin and keefe will most likely have to endure backlash from the church community + deal with their own previously mentioned traumas and insecurities regarding sex and maybe have their most angst season yet

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #kelvin x keefe #as someone who loves some angst i am more than ready #love to put my faves in the most traumatizing situations #hope they dont break up this season and it just makes them stronger