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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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love the head cannons. NEED A PART 4

Perv!Charlie Walker~headcanon 4

warning : big angst, hurt/comfort, kiss, cuddling, slightly knife play, blood, wound, threat, mention of murder, one sided love, touching without consent, yandere behavior, obssed love, obsession

part one, part two , part three

Thanks for the request anon have fun reading

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°It was the middle of the night when she woke up. Dazed and with an aching head, she opened her eyes. She blinked several times and needed a moment to compose herself. ,,What...happened?" she mumbled and felt something soft underneath her. A bed, she thought and looked around.

°She was lying on a single bed, it was relatively soft and yet as she let her gaze wander she felt fear creep along her body. This was not her room, nor was she in her house. She was no longer at the barn either. She was in a strange place.

°Sitting up, she suddenly felt something slightly sticky on her leg. Looking down her leg in confusion, she saw a white, almost transparent substance. Confusion and fear were in her eyes as she wiped the substance off her leg with her fingers. ,,Who smeared this...on me?" she asked herself in shock and felt her heart beat faster.

°She got up from the bed and looked around. It was a small room without windows. A large metal roller door formed the door, so to speak. Going to the exit and entrance, she tried to push the door up. But no matter how many times she tried, she could not do it. ,,Open, please!" she shouted at the gate and tried again. But it was no use, she kicked at it angrily and fearfully before looking around.

°It was furnished a bit like a normal room. Almost as if the person had tried to create an inviting environment. Desperately looking around for a way to escape, she opened all the boxes. But next to normal materials, pillows, blankets and clothes, she found something that gave her pause. ,,What-Why is this here?" she muttered and picked up the Ghostface mask and the long black robe.

°There was no blood on it, but when she looked into the killer's face, a shiver ran down her spine. Is this his hideout? she asked herself and had only one more reason to get out of here. Away from this place and away from Ghostface. Throwing the clothes behind her she continued to look through the box. With a relieved sound she held the knife in her hand, trembling slightly.

°It felt heavy on the handle and the blade were cold but the steel was sharp. In an emergency it would serve her well. ,,Somehow out of here," she murmured and continued to look around. She was about to look under the bed when her gaze caught on a small mirror. ,,What the" she said when she saw the dark hickeys and bites scattered over her body.

°And suddenly the room scared her even more than it should have. Before she could move around, a sudden noise came from outside. Someone was standing in front of the gate.....

°Everything had gone wrong her plan completely ruined and ruined. Kirby dead, Roobie dead, and Jill headed straight for prison. ,,Damn Sidney," he cursed and heaved his way along the warehouses. The stab wound on his stomach was still bleeding. He just left a trail of blood instead of breadcrumbs for the police. He knew it was pure luck that he had somehow escaped in all the chaos.

°But it would be worth all the pain once he was with her. He would finally have her to himself and they would be together. He stifled a cry before dragging himself the last few metres along the walls and gates before arriving at his. ,,Help! Is someone there?" he suddenly heard her beloved voice.

°You're finally awake he thought and knew his luck was in. ,,Yes-yes, it's Charlie!" he called to her and continued to press his hand on the wound. He looked nervously behind him, afraid the police would be around the corner any second. ,,Oh my God Charlie! Ghostface he's locked me in here help me. The door won't open!" she shouted at him and if he hadn't been in so much pain he would have laughed at her naivety.

°Instead, he clenched his teeth briefly and suppressed a painful hiss. ,,Wait, I'll get you out of here!" he shouted back before taking the key out of his pocket and opening the lock. Pushing up the gate and going inside, he finally saw her again.

°Scared, she took a few steps back. Perhaps out of fear that Ghostface might come after her and him. Before she ran towards him in relief and embraced him. He felt her rapid heartbeat, her relieved yet frightened voice thanking him. ,,You're bleeding, wait, there were bandages here," she said in shock and started rummaging through the boxes again.

°Meanwhile he closed the gate behind him and saw her stop a moment later. She saw through it he thought and couldn't help smiling a little. ,,What's the matter...still a little tired, my dear?" he asked sacrastically and heard her mutter something before she stood up. Before he saw the knife flashing in her hands.

°She took a few steps back from him. ,,You-you did this, Charlie! You drugged me-the alcohol...my body. You're Ghostface, you murderer!" she screamed at him as the scales fell from her eyes. ,,Bingo, my love, just like it should have been all along," he said, seeing her shake her head in denial. ,,N-No...Charlie-you're crazy what are you saying?" she asked, still clutching the knife protectively.

°He laughed even though it hurt like hell. ,,Crazy about you, my love. Since we've been at school, I've seen the way you've looked at me, your loving words, the events" he counted up and slowly came towards her. ,,What-no Charlie...you've got it wrong. I've been nice to you because you're my classmate...I love you no-" but he didn't allow her to say the words. That's when he lunged at her and pulled her to the ground.

°They fell into the boxes, but he managed to get the upper hand. He sat on her hips and had the knife in his hand. ,,Don't say that! It's all true. I'm doing all this for you!" he shouted at her and held the knife to her throat. Her hands lay limp at her side, afraid he would slash her. ,,Will-Will you kill me too now?" he heard the question.

°Instantly his heart contracted. His free hand ran down her body, over her side, her soft breasts, placed his fingers on her aorta, felt her pulse. Before he wiped away her tears and clasped her hand. ,,Oh, my sweet, don't cry, I would never kill you. No no, all these other sacrifices were just necessary so that we could be together" he said and let the knife draw small circles over her breast.

°Suddenly he heard the police sirens approaching from a distance. In one swift movement he sat her up and pulled her into a hug from behind. So that one hand with the knife was at her neck and the other kept wandering along her body. ,,Shhh no noise" he whispered and pinched her lightly before she hastily said ,,Yes understood".

°They both heard the police pass by the warehouse. He felt that she would have liked to scream, but the knife at her neck forbade it. ,,They look beautiful on you," he whispered and kissed her neck where one of your hickeys was. His free hand moved lightly up her leg to her middle. ,,You don't know what else we'll do together," he whispered and let his fingers wander over her centre. He noticed how she pulled her legs together, which made him smile.

°The police withdrew after a few minutes and the blue light moved on. ,,You see, it's easy, good girl," he praised and let his free hand grasp a bandage. He easily loosened the knife on her neck. ,,Now you will put the bandage on me and if you do it well I will be gentle...if not you will see" he said and she was about to pull away from his grip when he held her by the jaw. ,,I love you" he said and kissed her. She began to unbutton his shirt and lift his jumper before reaching for the bandage.

°Later, the papers said that Ghostface Charlie Walker and his now-deceased partner Jill Roberts were behind the murders. That he had kidnapped his classmate and taken her out of America to hide somewhere. Not knowing that in his eyes it was a pure necessity to commit the victims. To be with his love, his heart, his obsession, his muse, his property forever.

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elitadream · 1 year

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So Luigi and Peach are Mario's favorite people? Imagine a villain exploiting this by forcing him to choose.

Omg, Anon. Stop. Don't even. 😭🙇‍♀️

(Actually, part of me really wants to draw this because YES, but at the same time I can feel my heart break just imagining Mario in this situation and I'm not sure I could put him through something this awful. 😢)

#this is kinda genius ngl #but that's such a PAINFUL concept omg 💔#I both love you and resent you for this xD #asks #mario #princess peach #mareach #luigi #family #drama #BIG angst #let's do some damage let's go #feeling pretty conflicted right now >< xP

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znerac · 11 months

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Hey (I never know how to start asking stuff)

Could I have a fic base on this cover version I think it make a great Pedro pascal fic (or one of his characters)(I think the cover sound more heartbreaking)

https://youtu.be/aQ-vU28uPb0

(King of Leon-dancing on my own)

Thank u

From abby

Got a good angst idea from this!! Hope it was what you were going for!

No pronouns except they/them were used for a reader-friendly Experience :)

Song cover

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Warning: heavy angst, abandoning, abandonment issues, crying, hurt/comfort, mutual pining. Summary: Pedro invites his best friend to a bar, who has had a thing for him for years. Pedro inevitably forgets about the readers existance as he talk to a girl on the other side of the club. Where the reader gets feels and breaks down. A/N: i LOVE me some good angst! Hopefully the little spark of romance at the end fits nicely :) I've been conjuring up this idea since the ping!

Dancing On My Own

You and Pedro have been friends for ages, early in your teen years you guys had met. Secretly, you had always had a bit of a crush on your guy-friend. But in fear of rejection, you had kept those feelings for over twenty years. And he never made a move on you so you assumed he didn't feel like you did.

You sat on the island stool as Pedro shrugged on a jacket, smiling over at you. "Excited? We haven't been out in a few weeks." he chimed, planting his palms on the island counter. You gave him a warm smile, nodding. "Oh, yeah. I've been looking forward to some Pedrito time" you hummed, hopping off the stool. He snickered at the name, brushing his hands on his jeans before heading to the door. "Think we'll need to get an uber tonight?" you ask, and he shook his head. "Nahh, I'm not plannin on getting that drunk. Just loose and dancy" he said with a grin. Those beautiful brown eyes staring into yours. You were glad to have such an opportunity to have him look at you so often.

Walking to his car, you called dibs on the aux. Knowing he would of handed it to you anyways, but you liked the spunk in your step. Hopping into the passenger seat, and snatching the aux. Giddily changing it to your favorite playlist and looking over at Pedro with a smile as he did with you. Sinking his foot on the pedal and getting out of the driveway.

"Jesus, you've been playing this song since we were teenagers" Pedro said, chuckling softly. "Oh please, says the man who puts on the same chilean song on repeat for hours" you teased, making him bat his hand at you playfully. "Its a good song!!" he defended, ultimately accepting the defeat and stopping at a red light. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before we hit the club?" he asks, and you nod. "I could definitely eat some five guys right now" you said with a knowing glare, Pedro let out a fake moan, "God you know me so welll.." he said with a smile, the thought of his favorite fast food restaurant filling his senses. "Alright. Five guys and then the club. On it" you say with a tap to the dash.

Dinner was great, you laughed as Pedro took his sweet time eating his burger and drinking that strawberry milkshake of his. While you were done and snacking on the complimentary peanuts. You didn't mind though, soaking up every second with your best friend. After all, his work is busy and you were missing having time with him.

Once you both were happy and full, Pedro drove the two of you to the bar he had in mind. One that was usually not so crowded, but tonight was apparently different, there was a good crowd.

You and pedro sat at the bar and ordered a couple drinks, sipping at them and chatting, like the good old days when you first turned 20. The memories planting a sweet smile on your face. Pedro furrowed his brows, "what are you smiling about?" he teases, nudging your shoulder. Snapping from your trance, you hummed "thinkin about when we first turned twenty and came to a bar like this" you said, sipping on the bitter drink you had. Pedro nodded "reminicing? Jesus your old" he joked, making you roll your eyes and sip on your drink.

There was a good hour where you two sat, chatted and drank. Occasionally speaking with the occasional stranger. Until a song that came on that made you both spring up to your feet. "Shit, Pedro, this is our song!!" you yipped, dragging him to the dance floor. He laughs, "Our song? You mean the song that-" you interrupted "-That was playing when i crashed into you during the valentines day dance! Yes! The day we met" you said with a playful wink, taking his hands and twirling the man in front of you. "Right, the night you ultimately ruined my life with your presence" he joked back, shaking his hips and pulling from your grip.

You laughed, "oh shut up! I made your life better you little ass" you yelled, the music and chatter making it hard to hear each other. Pedro chuckled, "sure you did" he retorts, then looks over as a pretty woman taps his shoulder. "Hey, can i dance with ya?" she asks, Pedro looking over at you to make sure you were alright with it. You gave him a simple nod, "I'll grab another drink, check in when your done dancing" you said, giving Pedro an honest smile before walking off the dance floor and getting to the bar. It was nice seeing Pedro get along with people, and he was good with checking in on you. So you weren't worried. Ordering another drink as you sat on a stool and chatted up the bar tender.

Well, Half an hour went on and Pedro hadn't come to say anything. But you brushed it off, ordering another drink. And then another when he didn't show an hour later. You bit your lip, anxious that he'd maybe gotton kidnapped or something. But with a simple turn of your stool you saw the opposite. Pedro was in the corner with the same chick, Talking her up with a grand smile, even gently touching her arm in an attempt to flirt. You held your breath, you weren't against him meeting some new girl or whatever. But it just itched at you that maybe he forgot about you.

You glanced at the bartender, asking for a few shots to loosen yourself up more. And when you glanced back at pedro, your stomach dropped seeing him all over her. Kissing and touching one another like they were the only ones in the room. Your gut made your voice crack as you asked for a few more shots. Downing them all at once. Sure, it was dumb to drink your feelings out. But it just hurt seeing him so interested in somebody like that. Especially after hiding your feelings for him for so long. You sat on your stool, fighting back the burning of tears threatening to fall. And you looked at the bartender, sliding your card over to pay for your drinks. Pedro wasn't going to come back, you knew that.

It felt like a sharp object impaled your stomach, taking your card back and getting to your feet, feeling your stomach twist as you saw pedro in the corner booth with that woman. You swallowed the lump in your throat and left the bar, unsure of where you were exactly going, but you couldn't be in there. Knowing that he forgot about you, knowing he wouldn't come back and likely take that chick to bed. You felt like throwing up. Holding your stomach as you walked down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling to the cement.

The alcohol quickly rutted into your system, making you dizzy. You needed to sit somewhere, finding a bench and sitting as you held your stomach. You felt alone, sad, and heartbroken. A sob catching in your throat, erupting as tears fell out of your eyes. Eventually you saw a cop car pull up, and a male officer stepped out. Anxiety crept through your throat as you wiped your tears away and looked up at the officer now standing above you. "You alright there bud?" he asked, full well knowing you weren't. You shook your head. "I'm drunk, sad, and i just, i don't know what i want" you shuddered. The officer nodded, putting a hand out. "I'll give you a ride home. Its dangerous bein out this late." he said, and you deliberately took his hand, uncaring if this was unsafe. Stepping into a cops car. It was likely to turn out fine, but you still had to play the 'what if' game.

Sliding into the passenger seat, you sniffed as you buckled yourself in. The officer taking the drivers seat. "Alright, where do ya live? I'll take you home nice and safe" he said, looking over at you. For some reason the officers caring eyes made you break a small smile, telling him your address. Thanking the universe for an easy way home.

"Whats got you all upset?" he asked, eyes keen on the road, "boy problems?" he joked softly, trying to up the mood. You frowned and let out a small sob, to which he frowned at. "Sorry." he mumbled out. The rest of the ride silent, but comfortable. You sincerely thanked him before stumbling inside of your house, kicking your shoes off and heading upstairs. Falling into your bed and letting your tears take over. Sobbing as you felt broken, being forgotton was a fear of yours. And when it came to life, with your best friend.. You couldn't help but feel worse.

At some point you fell asleep, but woke up around three in the morning to hear your phone dinging and vibrating. Deliriously picking it up and answering the phone call. Humming to indicate you were there.

"Fuck, finally! Where did you go? I've been trying to call you for ages!"

You knew that voice. Pedro's concerned tone made you choke out a sob, remembering how he left you alone for hours. "I- are you okay? Whats wrong?" he asked, but you couldn't get yourself to answer, croaking out an 'im sorry' before hanging up.

Around half an hour went by before you heard your front door swing open. You didn't care to get up, laying helplessly in bed as your thoughts took over you. But moments later, Pedro stood in your doorframe, soft eyes looking over at you. "Oh honey-" he said softly, walking to your side and sitting on the bed, hand coming to rest on your leg. "What happened? Did some guy hurt ya? Whats wrong-"

"Pedro" you mumbled out, not even bothering to wipe your tears this time. "You left me for hours.. Didn't say anything to me" you said weakly, "then you were all over that chick.. Obviously you wanted nothing to do with me.. So i left" you whispered, catching a sob in your throat. Pedro looked down at you, his eyes saddening. "I'm sorry.. I- just got distracted-" he said, noticing how his excused meant nothing. "I.. Really am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel forgotten. Please forgive me" he said, feeling his own gut drop and swirl around.

You whimpered, covering yourself more with the blanket you had covering yourself. "Pedro.. Have you ever.. Like, Liked me?" you asked, avoiding his gaze. When he said nothing, you let out a shaky sigh. "I-i've been in love with you for years.. Pedro.. But you never seemed interested so i didn't say anything" you started, "but you always made sure i was there, made sure you had time for me. Maybe thats why i stuck to you"

You bit your lip, looking over at his soft face. Pedro sighed, "look i.. I didn't know. I should of though about you." he says, "if I'm being completely honest i thought you were never interested in me, so i never tried to say something.. But your on my mind every single day. I promise." he admitted, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. "I love you, so much. And i.. Want to make it up to you. What i did was shitty. I don't know why i was so blind." he stated, running his fingers through your hair.

You sobbed quietly, "do you really mean it?" you croaked, looking up at him. Pedro nodded, hand caressing and resting on your cheek. "I love you. I have been in love with you for so long.. Hearing you say how you feel just makes me realize how dumb i was for not taking my chances with such an amazing and gorgeous person like you" he said with a soft smile.

You couldn't help but crack a smile, "i-i love you to" you said softly, then eyes shifting to his lips. He chuckled, "I'm not going to make another mistake like that. I'm gonna treat you right.." he said, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. "Starting now.." he mumbles, leaning down and connecting your lips in a soft and loving kiss.

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A/N: okay i might of been half asleep writing this but i hope you enjoyed at least! I know i enjoyed writing this! Not proofread because im tired and want this out ××

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #zaddy pedro #big angst #angst prompt #pedro pascal x reader #x reader #tlou show #fanfic #fanfiction #angsty fanfic #oneshot #Angsty oneshot #Sad crap :(#Pedro needs to be nicer bruv #tumblr fic #idk how to tag this #daddy pedro #pascalispunk

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pumpkinmagekupo · 5 months

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Drowning Sorrows

Mizuki stumbled her way through the streets of Ishgard until she found herself at the Forgotten knight. She just wanted to be alone. Grabbing a room, Mizuki hung her hat and robes up and set down the several bottles of wine she'd purchased.

Her mind was all over the place. She didn't know what to do. She sat down at the small desk and then she stood up again and paced the room.

The pain in her chest was unbearable. All she could see was Aymeric and that beautiful noble woman. He smiled at her kindly and accepted a letter from her that seemed very important. And most likely personal. Looking at them from afar, they looked a perfect match. Their status would compliment each other too. Most marriages she heard of seemed to be arranged.

This lady trying to vie for Aymeric's affection would be frowned upon if her parents found out but if Aymeric felt the same, no doubt their families would be overjoyed with such a fine gentleman seeking their daughter's hand.

Mizuki cursed herself for such feelings of jealously swirling in her heart. She didn't even know this woman.

I would never be chosen by him..

That sharp twinge in her chest, sparked tears and she reached for the first bottle, popping the cork and pouring a full glass and swiftly drained the entire thing.

"Aymeric is far above my station.." she mumbled, pouring another glass "A well respected knight and a lowly adventurer-" she snorted a laugh "how foolish.." the glass was emptied and refilled. The first bottle lasted not much longer.

She rose to her feet, pouring another glass she moved to sit on the bed.

"and she was so beautiful and elegant.." sourly she sipped another glass "a perfect match for the equally beautiful Lord Commander."

The bitterness in her chest washed to heartache "It's for the best.." she whispered. "What could I offer? Why would I assume he would even think of me as such.." another glass was filled. "Just the means to an end of an age long war..."

The bottles of wine soon vanished. All neatly stacked on the table.

Mizuki reduced to sobbing into her hands. She was aware that romance was not going to be viable in an adventurer's wandering lifestyle and even less so for the Eikon slayer.

"I just...one day I won't come back and to leave someone waiting...to then grieve...with no body to bury.." she shook her head violently "I couldn't...how cruel..how selfish.."

A sudden wave of nausea washed over her and the wine finally made its presence known. Mizuki threw herself to a nearby bucket.

She cried more as she vomited for what felt like an eternity. "I look pathetic-" she heaved again. "Such grace.." she mused bitterly. Once the retching at ceased, Mizuki managed to move to her robes where she had something for calming such stupidity. Switching to a more sensible beverage: water. Mizuki laid on the bed.

"I must apologise to count Edmont..for not returning.." Mizuki yawned and tired sadness took over. Tears stained her cheeks again "I'm such an idiot" she choked out.

"I can't love him...I shouldn't...I need to forget." she sobbed into the pillow.

Drunken tiredness finally caught up with her and dragged Mizuki into a listless slumber.

#ramblings of a pumpkin #oc: mizuki #gpose #big angst #tw: drunk #drink the emotions away #early heavensward #super long post

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herwrittenuniverse · 6 months

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🩸🌙Virus Sanguis: Chapter 3🌙🩸

Here, time is an illusion.

There is no passing of time here, no minutes moving forward - instead, there is just deflection - seconds that seem to crash into the next, movement that seems to come instinctually, pain that is too blinding to acknowledge and only sounds of scrapes and flashes of light and bruises and blood - -

The Bloodmoon Huntress is just as fast as Rayla remembered as a kid. Time is Kim'dael’s ally as sanguine vitality runs through her veins. Stolen blood pumps through her insides allowing her movesets to be stealthier, faster, stronger, deadlier - and the younger Moonshadow Elf is doing everything in her power to keep up.

Behind, Rayla catches a brief glimpse of the altar, stained dark and dirty with several empty phials lined up.

There is a break in the fighting, and Rayla knows all too well that relief can be costly and fleeting. “You know,” Kim’dael drawls, haughty and slow. The elf draws in a sharp breath as she steadies herself. She leers the Bloodmoon Huntress dead in the face, trying her best to appear unafraid. “It’s quite flattering really,” the demented creature quips, a slim shoulder rising to match her casual tone of voice.

There is a pause - a cruel tactic. She knows Rayla is weak, her strength barely hanging on, and the reprieve will cause the adrenaline to soon fade.

And then, Kim’dael wickedly smiles. Her sharp, unnatural canines flicker against the dark shadows of her lair. “Rarely do I get visitors daft enough to come back .”

And Rayla sees red .

Read the the rest on AO3

#big angst #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp kim'dael #tdp fanfiction #tdp rayla #the dragon prince rayla #herwrittenuniverse #bloodmoon huntress #tdp bloodmoon huntress #rayla vs kim'dael #the dragon prince fanfiction #my writing #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #ao3 writer

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anthurak · 1 year

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i crave more angst, what do you think Suletta or Miorone would do if one thinks the other is dead?

Definitely lose all will to live.

I don't think she'd immediately go to 'actively suicidal', but we could definitely expect crippling depression, anger, refusing to eat, outright catatonia or any number of other things. Any and all of which would get progressively worse the longer she'd go without a reveal that the other isn't actually dead.

If not, THEN we'd get to the actively suicidal stage...

#gundam #g-witch #g-witch ask #mikey polo420 ask #Suletta Mercury #Miorine Rembran #sulemio #g-witch angst #BIG angst #cw suicide mention #these two have it BAD for each other

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flurriethefox · 8 months

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So I got an idea.

During a zombie apocalypse or smth (maybe the corruption?) of the sort, Agoti, Aldryx, and Solazar are stuck in a building with a bunch of the infected in it. While they’re navigating the building and the city to try and get out, they end up briefly getting separated, and one of them gets scratched or smth. They hide it for as long as possible, covering the mark and using gloves and stuff to cover the spreading, and as the other two are ready to escape, the Infected One says they’ll catch up or something along those line. Now for example, say Aldryx is the one that got infected. Solazar would realize immediately what happened, and Agoti would be confused as fuck until he eventually realizes as well. The reactions would be different depending on the person, but you get the gist.

Now maybe they end up finding a cure, or they contain the Infected One while they create a cure, or they end up having to leave them to die. I dunno, there are a lot of possible ways this could go. But I just thought ANGST

#fnf agoti #fnf aldryx #fnf solazar #apocalypse #corruption?#apocalypse AU #angst #BIG angst #I got the idea while watching Sorry’s newest vid #If you’re not into inappropriate humor- don’t watch them #just putting that out there #feel free to add on

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thatguyender · 1 year

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February 3rd, 2035

Auther's Note: I promised no angst (ish) story to the DL story. So here it is.

Available in AO3

Hakon helps J with setting up the place. The foundation is all set and there was just a few more things before they could get the place up and running!

“His dreams… I want to make that happen.”

Hakon was on his way to the building where his best friend Quinn and his partner Iskander used to live. A simple trip down memory lane as he carried a bag filled with building materials in his old but trusty bag—which has definitely seen better days at this point—and other things he is currently tasked to do. He remembered running around the buildings of Central Loop, around the apartment, to see who was the fastest.

Obviously, he would win all the time.

Even though he'd met the craftsman a few years ago, he'd grown quite fond of the Harran man. His crafts were the best that he knew, and not only that, he was a great guy. It's fun to chat with him or even hang out with him while he does his work.

It’s heartbreaking to know that Hakon wouldn’t be able to see those faces anymore. But that doesn't mean their legacy will be carried on by someone else.

The adoptive son of Iskander before the fall, Hakon watched the kid grow from when they moved to the Fish Eye to work closely with the Nightrunners. He even remembers the day where J would spend a lot of time in one of the two places: The Workshop, where Iskander would always work, or the Range (truthfully, it’s just a platform where people can target practice at the infected below), where Quinn could be found practicing his archery.

Always a bundle of joy to be around.

Something bright for this dark apocalypse.

Though, not every bright star will always shine brightly.

Sprinting across the green shrugs that grew on the roofs, he boosted himself off one of the ventilation shafts with the front of his legs, aiming for the safety of the other side. After precisely jumping across the gap that the vast emptiness filled, Hakon lands with little effort. Freerunning has turned out to be a blessing in disguise; the ability to move from building to building to avoid the infected has been a valuable asset for any survivor.

Simple to learn and effective to use.

Hakon reaches a fenced area, UV lamps armed and ready for the night. Keeping the Volatiles away and any wondering bandits away from the building. He reaches for an opening as he calls out. “Hey, Ender. Where do you want these?”

Hakon chuckled at the name.

Ender.

“Awesome, you got the last things! Thanks a ton, Haks. Could you put them by the rest? I need your help with this.”

Coming from the door, J held a piece of paper in his hand, not paying attention to his surroundings.

“Oof-” J says, walking into a pile of boxes that he had left right outside the door.

The ex-nightrunner watches the kid catch himself the moment he trips over the box filled with stuffed toys. They scavenged toys from the storeroom, which they will later donate to schools in the Villador area.

Or, actually, Hakon would.

J had developed…

In any case, J felt more comfortable when he remained close to his apartment. He feels most secure somewhere. Hakon didn’t want to force him to experience another round of panic; it took them ages to get them from Alberto back to his apartment.

The safe zone is rather just an extension of J’s apartment, built with the help of the people back at the Fish Eye—Hakon tends to avoid them when they do. Taking advantage of the open space roof that was one floor below, they connected them with a stair from the balcony to the top of the newly constructed workshop. Other than that, the building itself matches that of the Fish Eye, only smaller. Maybe you could compare it to the bar area? That’s just the front bit, at least.

“Watch your step, kiddo.” Hakon chuckled, set the supplies down by the wooden stack, and approached the younger man.

It’s been almost a year since Iskander’s disappearance and Quinn’s death, and the situation has definitely improved over time. Hakon remembered how much of a mess things were a few days later, and it broke his heart to see how close J came to death.

Fortunately, even in the post-apocalyptic world, there were people who aided his recovery greatly. Despite his best efforts to pay him a visit at Alberto, Hakon needed to deal with that bastard Waltz.

He hated working for the man.

He knew J would be on the radar, just like Lawan.

Hakon needed to play it safe and keep his distance until things cooled down whenever he had a job to do.

Oddly, this period seems to be much quieter, as his presence with the Renegades was almost second to none. Giving the chance for the ex-nightrunner the chance to spend some time with his best friend’s son and be the uncle he deserves.

“Whatcha need help with?”

“This weird-shaped thing.” J pointed at a rough drawing on the wrinkled piece of paper. It has seen better days, but for what they are worth, they are worth a lot to the craftsman. They were plans drawn by Iskander’s very own hand before they were put away to collect dust on some shelf.

Iskander always wanted to open a shop—not just that but also a place where people could come together.

Right under their home.

Sure, they had the Fish Eye, the Bazaar, the PK ship, and all that, but he wanted somewhere that J could somewhat grow, learn, and love.

His very own place of work.

Although there were some difficulties in reading the language it was written in, the best they could decipher was through the crude-looking drawings that the master craftsman had. If they had someone who could read the Turkish language, then it could have made everything much easier. J always had trouble learning another language; the native tongue of Villador was the closest thing he could muster, to some extent.

But for now, they’ll only have to assume what the details are saying based on observation.

“I don’t know…” taking the paper into his hand to study the drawing, “Are you sure that’s not a doodle of a fish?”

“Honestly, I’m starting to think it is.” J would take a deep breath and pull out a notebook from his pockets, attempting to clear his mind of the tasks that needed to be completed. Taking the paper back, neatly folded it into one of the pages. “Okay, we’ll worry about that later. But…”

Hakon followed him closely as they entered the building.

“But…?” Hakon would take a wooden chair, placing it in front of him as he sat with his chest against the back. “Kiddo, you need to stop with the pause.”

Rising to take a seat at the counter, grabbing a water bottle beside him, and tossing it at the Frenchman who caught it. “Are we rushing this?”

“What makes you think that?” Tugging on the top of the bottle, he squeezed the bottle to let the precious liquid flow into his mouth.

Water, at last.

All that carrying made him thirsty for the substance.

“Be realistic. It’s almost a year.” J quietly said, staring at the ground. “I can’t even leave this place without being.. You know.”

Hakon paused, lowering the bottle.

“I’m still getting nightmares about that day.”

“Kid…”

“Don’t kid me, Hakon. I feel like this whole idea is just a way for me to cope with my loss, what if I’m not ready? What if I fail?”

“J–”

With his hands under his head, J was about to have another round.

“It’s going to happen again. It’s going to happen to you someday and I won–”

Hakon stood from his seat, approaching the panicking Filipino with both his hands on J’s shoulders for reassurance.

“Joseph.” He said.

“I–” J looked up from his hands, staring at Hakon’s dark iris, before looking back down at his hands to realise what was happening. He hasn’t heard his name for a while now, he always hated being called by his first name like that. Hakon watched as J began scanning the black fabric over his arms, muttering, “I’m sorry—” clenching his fist before taking a deep breath.

“God dammit…”

“That’s it. Just take a breath, that’s all.” Hakon ruffles his hair as he takes a seat next to J, holding out a small oat bar he had gotten from the Fish Eye’s canteen. “Here, I’m not hungry anyway.” He lies. It was the last one in stock before it would go out of sale, so he took the chance to get it for a deal. It’s not like he’ll die without it, so what harm would it do if he gave it to the craftsman?

“Haks, you’re bad at lying but…” J takes the offering, taking a bite out of the bar greedily. “Thank you.”

Of course, when it comes to the kid, Hakon couldn’t hide everything from J. No matter how much he tries to hide, there are always subtle hints in his actions. However, the only thing he managed to keep strong was his collaboration with Waltz.

The best-kept secrets are those that are never spoken of.

And he intends to keep it that way for his safety.

“That you are, with a keen eye as always.” Hakon smirked happily as he chugged from his bottle. “You’re getting better at managing those attacks.”

After bringing the young craftsman to the bazaar, where Alberto had agreed to care for him for the next few months, it was preferable if he were somewhere Hakon could visit without being discovered by the Renegades, especially since Alberto was a close friend of Iskander when they lived there. They also managed to find someone who could help manage J’s panic attacks, encouraging him to find ways to cope with his trauma.

A few months later, his recovery was exponential.

His love to craft things and help others was his motivation.

Just like them.

It was less than a month when J returned to the Central Loop and back to his apartment, though the journey was trickier. Getting him between distant locations was more difficult than bringing him to the bazaar in the first place.

“This is what I mean, Hakon. Is it even possible for me to manage something like this on my own? I’ve barely recovered, and even the little things trigger them.” J inquired, his head resting on Hakon's shoulders.

“Things take time, even some wounds will take longer to heal. And you’re a strong person. Despite the stress you're burdened with, you've still pushed through, despite it still dragging you back…” "...and do you really want to back down now?" Hakon says as he sets the bottle down. We’re very close to getting the doors opened, and my back would appreciate not carrying any more things back and fourth.” He jokes.

“Hakon, seriously.”

“I kid. Of course you’re ready.” The Frenchman smiles as he pats J's head, much like a proud parent would. ”You’ve practised a lot with your old man, and I have full confidence in you.”

“Without him?”

“Trust me, you’ll do fine. I’ll be hanging out just to give you moral support.”

“You mean to flirt?”

“Kiddo, you know me too much.”

“Is this why people call you a whore?”

“Hey–hey! Who taught you that word?”

“That’s a secret.” J hopped off the counter, turning back to look back at the old man with a gleeful smirk written on his face. "Break's over, Whore-kon. Get your ass moving, we still have some hours left till dark."

“I–” Hakon stared blankly, hearing the term "Whore-kon."

That’s new.

And he hates it.

Hakon glances at the kid from the corner of his eyes as he grumbles.

At least he’s happy.

So he'll admit defeat for now.

“Sir yes sir…”

#dying light oc #dying light 2 stay human #dying light game #dying light #dying light fanfiction #dl2 hakon #big angst #dl2 oc #fanfic #pain #ahahahaha #i'm looking at the people on the dl server with a tea in hand #thatguyender

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the-castle-of-dimitrescu · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41189748/chapters/103257990

The new multi-chapter fic I'm working on.

Enjoy!

#alcina dimitrescu #soft!alcina #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x original female character #big angst #lots of feels #im a horrible human being.

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juiche · 4 months

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Unspoken words

warning : big angst, emotional, hurt/comfort, hurt, little comfort, kiss, blood, wounds, tw:death, no use of Y/n

Charlie Walker x fem reader

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It was supposed to be a party like any other. A Stabathon in the barn all the students together in one place to celebrate horror and almost honour Ghostface. A party organised by Charlie Walker and Roobie Mercer.

An event that should bring them fun, joy and glory at least for the night. Including their mutual friend and member of the film club.

Who helped them prepare everything and make sure everything went smoothly.

The brown-haired man let his gaze wander over the crowd, himself standing a little apart with Robbie, watching his work.

His grip on the plastic cup tightened a little as a smile came to his lips. It's going to be our massacre tonight, he thought, sipping his drink. Knowing that tonight he and Jill would get what they wanted.

Fame, glory, bravery and their sacrifices. They had talked it all through, planned it all for months. Every single thing talked through. Everything would be perfect.

Although he felt the thought of killing Kirby at first, Jill made him realise what she had done to him. That she had only used him, that she didn't love him, he also came to the conclusion that she had only used him.

The blonde had only used him. Before his blue eyes settled on her. And he felt the warmth come to his cheeks.

His classmate and film club member whom he liked more and more. Until he realised that he had lost his heart to her. Unlike Kirby, she didn't make fun of him, didn't take advantage of him and was mean.

No, she paid attention to him, showed interest in his things and was always nice and friendly to him. They had even met several times, watched films together, talked about the staff series.

She had already reached for his hand when she was frightened. He had felt her rapid heartbeat, her fear, and had even taken her in his arms for a moment.

He was almost one hundred percent sure that she also felt something for him. ,,The evening is going really well," he suddenly heard her voice as she came over to them.

She herself had asked for a drink and stood with her friends. ,,It's going perfectly, thanks again for helping" Charlie said and she gave him a smile which he returned.

He felt the tingle in his stomach as she stood next to him. The way she smiled, her eyes following the film.

She murmured the sentences along lightly.You are safe he thought and felt his nervousness calm down a little. He knew you had no place in his and Jill's plan, you wouldn't be a victim either.

He had often imagined you running up to him the next day, dressed in bandages and plasters, coming back to school with Jill as a hero.

How you would hug him, maybe even confess your feelings before he hugged you back and mourned him together.

Everything would be perfect. The film continued and he saw you suddenly get a message, a look of joy told him it must be something good before you put your phone away again and said, ,,I'll be right back, get me another drink". The two boys nodded before playfully waving goodbye.

Before his and Jill's plan slowly came to fruition. The party broke down, Ghostface ominously appeared and the police came before the selected group of victims gathered at Kirby's house.

There too, everything went as planned and even when Jill disappeared at some point, he knew exactly what he had to do.

Knew exactly where which knives were, knew exactly when to strike. Knew exactly when he and Jill had to take care of killing Kirby.

Before there was a sudden knock on the door and he looked out into the hallway. ,,What are you doing here?" he asked, completely stunned, and felt how he would have liked to walk out with you again.

He would have grabbed you and taken you to safety. He saw her holding her mobile phone out to him and saw that Jill had sent you a message earlier in the barn.

That you should come to a little party round. Jill what have you done? he thought in shock and was about to tell you to leave when he realised that Jill and he had to go through with his plan if they were going to make it. ,,Just sit down here and wait a minute," he said rather hastily and put a glass of water in your hand.

The last thing he needed was for her to get drunk. ,,Charlie...are you all right?" she asked him suddenly, holding his wrist. He felt his heart tighten, felt sick as he realised the danger you were in.

He swallowed and searched his feelings for you for a way out. ,,Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, don't worry," he said and gave her a small smile, which she returned and continued to look at the staff alone, convinced that he would get the friends.

He gave her one last look before he disappeared and began to play his role. Killed Robbie his so-called friend. Learned his secret which did not protect him from death.

Before he and Jill pulled the play, he lured Kirby out and plunged the knife into her stomach. Killing her and moving on, he was about to continue the plan when he heard a scream.

A scream that made him stop, made his heart pound with fear, made him sweat with fear and he felt himself panic.

He called out her name, gripping the knife tighter to keep from going berserk before running back into the living room. ,,No," came the quietly stunned sound from his lips. The blood-soaked knife fell from his hand as he dropped to his knees beside her.

He could see the blood pouring out of her belly from the multiple knife wounds. Her hands could barely muster the strength or pressure to press against it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and a puddle of blood formed underneath her. ,,Ch-Charlie" said so quietly that he was afraid he had imagined it. ,,Everything is going to be all right...I'm here," he said, his vision blurring slightly as tears formed in his eyes.

Before he pulled himself lightly into his shot she groaned painfully and whimpered before her bloody hands seemed to seek his. ,,I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he said, crying, and reached for her hand, squeezing it, feeling the sticky blood on her hand. He felt how she seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

She shook her head slightly as best she could, coughing, gasping blood staining her lips. ,,N-No Charlie...you-you're safe" she said and he realised that even though she was dying her feelings were so strong that she cared for him.

A desperate smile came to his lips as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face, still holding her close. ,,I-I should have stayed with you...she shouldn't have dared," he said and for a moment he thought he saw something like realisation in her gaze.

Saw her expression turn into a tortured one. ,,Please-please stay....with me," she said, seeming to ignore the fact that he was Ghostface.

She didn't seem to care. ,,I promise I will. I won't leave you," he said, feeling her squeeze his hand lightly. ,,I-I have to tell you-" she interrupted herself with another cough before whimpering again as tears continued to run down her cheeks. ,,Don't talk," Charlie tried to reassure her, afraid that every second she strained would only make her die faster.

But she shook her head again slightly and her one hand slipped from his.

Before she gently rested her hand on his cheek with trembling fingers. She felt his warmth and was glad to have him with her. Before she said her last words, ,,Charlie...I-I love you". She confessed her love to him and he wanted to say it back.

But she was dead, her hand slipped from his cheek and the other slipped from his grasp.

All tension seemed to leave her body, her gaze became dull and no longer focused on him. ,,I love you too," he replied quietly, accepting what he had done before gently laying her on the floor before doing what he had wanted to do for so long.

He kissed her and felt her still warm soft lips on his. But he would never get another kiss from her. She was dead. The girl he loved was dead.

She had died because of him, he could have protected her but he had not. It was he who led to her death. Because what killed her were lies. They were unspoken words.

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canisalbus · 7 months

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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

#content warnings for sex violence self harm and general angst #six chapters 41K words #people who have asked for longer stories of these two please give this one a look #I've watched this unfold since late may? early july? and it's been an exciting experience #I'm not a writer I think it's better than what I could've come up with #honestly though the way he managed to get inside Machete's and Vasco's heads was uncanny their mannerisms and thought processes are spot on #some of the events aren't canon but they might as well be #and most of the background details and backstory tidbits are accurate believe me he's very well versed on their lore #big history nerd so the worldbuilding is intense #you get to meet the dog pope #there's saint sebastian #roommate hijinks #it gets kind of bleak at times though so be mindful of that #it's not all fluff and good feelings #Separation #Heinaven #RoobrickMarine #own characters #own art #artists on tumblr #CanisAlbus #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #if you end up reading the whole thing it would be really sweet if you left a little comment as a thanks for his hard work

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duckytree · 9 days

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those not here during my ‘dear jason’ era gonna be confused asf

to clarify, this is NOT the ‘big brother’ timeline. this is another universe based on my fanfic ‘dear jason’ on ao3. we are safe

#dear jason #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #art #fanart #comic #batman #dc #duckytree #if big brother is fluff then dear jason is angst #dear jason also happens to be the closest to the canonical timeline #so #u can tell which series is which based on dick’s hair

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pumpkinmagekupo · 2 months

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Worthy

“Off duty, hero?” one knight asked, noticing her lack of robes today. She had opted for a more Ishgardian approach, wearing a dress which Edmont had gifted her.

Mizuki laughed nervously “Father- Count Edmont, that is - was kind enough to gift me this ..Does it look strange?”

“Don't be rude to her!” one of the female knights scolded. “You look very pretty, Miss Mizuki.”

“Is the Lord Commander around?” Mizuki asked, desperate to change the subject.

“He’s in his office,” a knight replied. “You can head on up.”

Mizuki opened the heavy wooden door and walked up the stairs towards Aymeric’s office. A few steps from the door she slowed to a halt because she could hear the conversation inside, Aymeric and another man’s voice she didn’t recognize.

“Ser Aymeric, I know you have a lot to manage with the Dragonsong War and this might seem trivial, but-” The man paused. Mizuki didn’t mean to eavesdrop and had turned to leave, but her feet froze to the spot as the man continued.

“My daughter Elvinne, she overstepped her station in sending you a letter of a compromising nature-” Mizuki inhaled deeply. That woman! I wonder if Aymeric replied to the letter?

“At first I scolded her but she was very passionate about her feelings for you and as a father I cannot ignore my daughter’s feelings.”

“Yes, I recall the young lady.” It was hard to read Aymeric’s tone.

“You have a fine eye, my lord,” the man chuckled. “I come with a proposition. Why not join our households? Elvinne is an accomplished young woman, and she would make an excellent wife to carry on our house's legacy.”

Mizuki stood rooted to the spot. The man was right, his daughter would make a perfect wife for Aymeric. How could she be good enough for him? She tried to shake the negativity from her mind. He said he loved me… But their relationship was still early and with everything still going on, only a few people knew. She felt stupid in her dress. I shouldn’t have worn it..people will gossip. And unsavoury gossip was the last thing they needed right now.

“I’m afraid-” Aymeric was quickly interrupted.

“You must join us for dinner one evening and meet her properly. She’s a sweet girl, well tutored and well mannered. A proper lady suitable for an upstanding gentleman as yourself.” The man kept talking. “Just one evening,” he insisted, almost pleading.

There was a pause before Aymeric responded. “I will consider it, when my schedule permits.”

Mizuki felt her chest crumbling into pieces as the man exclaimed, “Oh, wonderful. Elvinne will be overjoyed.”

Mizuki turned and hurried quietly down the stairs. “Did you see the Lord Commander?” the knight asked, as she made a bee-line for the door.

Mizuki stopped, smiling over her shoulder. “No, he was busy. I shall-” She paused. “Could you hand this to the Lord Commander? It is not that important.” She handed the knight the letter and escaped the Convocation. She kept her composure, though the lump in her throat threatened to make her cry.

Mizuki headed back to the Fortemps Manor with great haste.

She had to compose herself before she entered the manor. She didn't want anyone to see her crying over something like this. Mizuki had to accept that she wasn't worthy of Aymeric.

Why did I let myself believe I could be loved?

Snippet from The Tales of a Hero: Chapter 12 (a bunch of oneshots)

#ramblings of a pumpkin #oc: mizuki #gpose #big angst #long post

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