#yall want some ANGST?

[hayaku14]

WAKE UP KAITOU KID NATION WE'RE GETTING ANGST ‼️‼️‼️

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#kaitou kid #kuroba kaito #dcmk #detective conan #WE'RE GETTING SOME TOICHI RELATED ANGST LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO #SAD BOI KAITO HOURS ARE OPEN YALL #get yall angsty amvs ready a new sad kaitou kid just dropped 😌 #(but also my brain is rotten so all im thinking of is kaishin LOL or kidco in this case ig) #also conan yelling “why are you doing this?” to kid & kid softly saying “i want to know...exactly what was the treasure he was aiming for..” #OHHH THIA NEW TRAILER GOT ME HYPEEEEEE #ALSO FUELING MY BRAINROT AAAHHH #i simply cannot wait #dc prattles

[pixlokita]

Fic: -and the literal dead character who can’t even eat or sleep or feel anything and is in eternal agony knew his friend had it worse than them, sure the friend was alive and depressed but being dead meant they weren’t suffering like their alive friend was who btw was also the reason they died slowly and painfully in the first place -

Dead character: -also feels guilty for blaming their friend for literally killing them even though they legit DIED because of them-

Me:

Me: no I’m sure the dead character has it worse.

#and ironically this isn’t even something I first saw in fnaf #it’s like wayyyy back from mystery skulls too #like yeah i get it you want them to get along #but boy 😭 they do not have it worse. #i legit stop reading mid sentence when it gets like that and look at the camera like in the office #so depression and guilt are bad yeah but eternal suffering in some sort of limbo is def worse #fnaf #msa #like don’t get me wrong I love reconciliation and angst and fluff #but =w= dont gaslight the literal victim please #AUGH #sorry yall I am sick for days and tired and stressed lmao

[soldier-poet-king]

I need smthn angsty and/or whumpy to read. Idk man I need to purge The Emotions and none of my current reads are quite what I need (I had hoped trashy bookclub would deliver since it's basically bad fanfic, but it's just BAD not even in a fun indulgent way, it's so poorly written I can't experience any catharsis)

SFF recs that fit the bill? Standalone preferred if possible, but not necessary, I just Need The Pathos

Tagging @im-not-the-one-youre-looking-for directly bc I KNOW she always has some 👀

#IDK YALL I AM!!! NEED SMTHN TO PURGE THE BRAIN FEELINGS #trashy bookclub read is just. actively bad and not in a fun way #atfots isnt the kind of emotion i need rn #its deeply emotive but not in the kind of extreme angst way #where is the whump. i want lile ur 13 yr old self's oc who was tortured and turned into an assassin and learned to love again levelsof angs #IM JUST #i have some classic lit on the go. and manga #but i NEED smthn genre tropey but still good and deeply emotive. WHERE IS THE PATHOS #CAN I PLEASE GET SOME PATHOS #fran reads #TO BE CLEAR atfots isnt trashy bookclub read its the other book i have on the go atm!!! #atfots is beloved!!!! would never say anything bad abt it

[ucetheones]

Can't It Wait? | Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley

just a long lil peek into my next fic!! before going into it, pls know things aren't exactly what they appear to be. but i will not elaborate on how !! <3

It started as simple ribbing, Jey had just wanted to get under Dominik's skin. He wanted to send a message that the offer to join The Judgement Day had never been more than a joke to him. The memes, the fanart. It was all meant to play into Jey not joining their merry band of emo wrestlers. He had no real feelings towards Rhea, he had no intentions of pursuing her, or taking her away from Dominik. It started as a joke, and it was meant to remain one.

That was weeks and weeks ago, Jey still wouldn't join The Judgement Day, he wanted nothing to do with the four of them. Especially Dom and Rhea.

Yet…Jey had let Rhea into his hotel room when she came knocking.

Just as he had two nights before, and almost a dozen more before that.

He knows he shouldn't have, he knows that the first time it happened could've been a mistake if it hadn't continued to happen.

Rhea doesn't give him the chance to deny her, not that he would. She's on him the moment the door clicks shut, and all thoughts of Dom are gone.

Her lips are soft, and she tastes like a tropical drink, that Jey knows the source of is the gum she chews. The flavor she started chewing when she found out it was his favorite. 

He briefly wonders if Dominik has noticed she switched from minty gum, to fruity. 

Rhea senses his distraction, and she isn't at all shy to deepen the kiss, or guide tattooed arms around her waist to ultimately be drawn in closer by.

Jey follows her lead, as he often does when they're in this situation, or ones similar. He loses himself in the kiss, hands trailing from Rhea's waist. Lower, and lower. 

She hums her approval, though the sound is muffled by the sudden shrill of a phone. Her displeasure at being interrupted is obvious in the way she sucks her teeth and fishes for her phone with only one hand.

Once she has the device, the face of Dominik Mysterio flashes on the screen. Rhea tenses, but the hand in Jey's hair, the hand he has no recollection of how it got there, scratches gently at his scalp.

Clearing her throat, Rhea answers, her tone gives nothing away, even if she sounds slightly breathless, 

"I'm a little busy, Dom-Dom. Is everything okay?"

Jey can't hear Dominik's reply, but Rhea frowns at whatever he says, nodding despite not being seen by the younger. 

"I'll be back downstairs in a bit, can't it wait?" 

Their eyes lock, and Rhea smiles at him.

It's a warm smile. Inviting. Unlike the smirks she wears on TV, this is a thing reserved for only a few. Jey knows as much, because he's seen her smile at Dominik, Damian and Finn similarly.

"We can come down now then, Dom. I wanted to actually ask him before dragging him with me, but if you're so eager…"

Jey's ears start ringing with the uncertainty that courses through him at her words. 

His confusion must show on his face, because Rhea is cupping his cheek and nodding lightly. 

What she's nodding at, he doesn't know. All he knows is he feels slightly sick, and like the earth was just upended in front of him.

Before long, Rhea is hanging up the phone and drawing his attention back to her.

"I'll be straightforward, because you look like you're about to throw up, baby."

"Don' call me that right now…" He curses himself for how weak his voice comes out.

Logically, Jey knew this thing with Rhea was merely sex, even if she looked at him like she could truly love him. Like she could want him in a way that was more than blowing off steam.

Sometimes they'd embrace after everything was done, and she'd tell him about her day, mindlessly tracing his tattoos and leaving kisses along his bare skin.

Those intimate moments usually went unbroken for hours before Rhea would have to sneak away once more.

It never dawned on him just how much his time with her meant to him, or how much he'd grown to rely on her presence. He hadn't realized he'd caught feelings for her.

Not that any of it would ever matter.

"Hey, come back to me, Sweet Face. I can explain, just let me, yeah?"

Her accent is thicker than usual, her bare face giving away the emotions she tries so hard to mask in the public. 

Jey nods his head, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he does.

#jey uso #rhea ripley #jey uso x rhea ripley #ive long since given into the siren call of jey x any members of tjd #and ppl are being brutal to those who are genuinely shipping rhea x jey #i need yall to chill its all in good fun!! ships should never be taken seriously pls #i personally love the video edits #i also have always loved unlikely pairings so im chilling #jey uso fanfiction #dominik mysterio #angst #wwe #jey and rhea fell in love by accident!! #don't judge the fic just yet it's got some twists #my jey x tjd polycule will be updated soon btw I just wanted to write some jhea

[phnmnt]

Shen Yuan shixiong AU - Part 6

Because Shen Yuan acts as a kind of "cushion" between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe, the latter's life in the sect is a little better than his original fate in PIDW.

Shen Yuan makes sure Ming Fan and his other shidis don't bother Luo Binghe. While he's at it, he pushes Binghe towards Ning Yingying, set on being the protagonist's "wingman". (But Luo Binghe only has eyes for his Shixiong, so jokes on him haha)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

#svsss #scum villain #shen yuan #luo binghe #ning yingying #shen qingqiu #sy shixiong au #phansdraws #YEAH SO THIS ONE ALSO TOOK FOREVER #its like 4-5 drawing into one #i probably made some mistakes but you know what #idc lol im DONE #shen yuan is trully the best shixiong ever i want 10 of him #you guys enjoy white lotus bingbing while it lasts u__u #next is the woodshed part #BUT THERE'S A SURPRISE #im a fluffy bitch so if there's angst you guys will also so get fluff #love yall ♥♥♥

[petricorah]

i know it’s cliche but home by cavetown feels like a zukka song too. maybe post-canon when zuko is feeling really overwhelmed with fire lord duties and sokka decides to stay in the palace with him. “i’m a little sick right now but i swear when im ready i will fly us out of here” “get a load of this monster he doesn’t know how to communicate” 😭😭 just… zuko the teenage fire lord and his secret caring boyfriend/water tribe ambassador.

ahhhh that is so sweet!!! i can definitely imagine that. 😭😭 poor zuko. you're not a monster!

#please send me more zukka songs yall i love new music #i also want to draw some of these.... #also id never heard this song before but the picture book music video was SO COOL?! #also ugh on the angst side? zuko constantly saying he'll stop being fire lord and leave but sokka leaves first because he can't wait.... #notmyart #asks

[technically-a-writer-technically]

remember to do the biphobia/queer hangout post!!

i rlly wanna read it!!<3

Assumption Make an Ass Out of You

Prompt by @whomst-the-hell: steve always knew he was queer fic where steve keeps trying to invite himself to Queer Hangouts w eddie and robin and they keep being like “uhhhh this isnt really your scene…” until steve is finally like “listen i get it ok theres all this fucking stigma but you two are the last people i expected this from!” and eddie and robin are like “youre a very good ally and we appreciate it but the truth is you just cannot relate to some of our experiences and you need to accept that!” and then steve is like “woooaaaahhh hold on i think we’re having two different conversations. i thought you were doing that thing gay ppl do sometimes where they treat bi people like we arent really queer or whatever. did you guys genuinely think i was heterosexual? lol that’s embarrassing”

Gave it a spelling and grammar check before putting it on A03: Assumption Make an Ass Out of You - technically-a-writer-technically (RegularRainbow) - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Eddie calls Robin: Birdie

Tags: Angsty, probably a bit ooc, they mean well, their tough love is tough though. Original Male Character/Steve Harrington. I tried learning 80s Slang for this, it lasted several hours and then I wrote this all-in-one sitting, so probably not 80s accurate, especially towards the end. Not beta read, we die like men.

1. Never met an Ally so Good

Tall, Olive Skin, Green Eyes, passed Steve a drink, something pink and yellow, blended ice, with a tiny umbrella and a cherry.

“I didn’t know what you were drinking, but I took my best guess” He said, smile bright as fluorescent lights. The guy was cute in a clinical type of way, clean cut, clean-shaven.

Steve smiled, took the straw from his melting ice in a cup, and gave it a taste, twisting the straw around his tounge. “Ah. Tastes Perfect,”

“Oh, you’re a real maneater aren’t you,” He slipped between Steve’s legs, resting his hands on either side of Steve, boxing him in, “Come on Pretty Boy let me take you for a spin.”

Steve smiled, red decorating the tips of his ears and nose. “Sorry, can’t stay that long gotta drive back to nowhere-ville”

“Alright, Just one dance then, and maybe your number?”

Steve bit the corner of his lip, and smiled “Maybe …” All doe eyes, looking up from under his lashes,“ … maybe you could kiss me?”

“Hey, why don’t you back off” said Eddie, stepping between the two, pushing the guy back with an extended hand.

“Really! I don’t see your name on him” The guy squawked, Steve hadn’t even gotten his name.

“That’s not,” was Eddie’s reply, he sighed “look I’m helping you, trust me, he’s just being nice.”

“Looks like a fucking Belle to me,”

Eddie tilted his head and fixed him with a look, throwing his hand up as if to shrug, and said, “He’s just too nice to tell you to go away.”

“Look there are better ways to get dudes off your guy, you don’t gotta lie,” Then he peeked behind Eddie to get a good look at Steve one more time, and with a wink, he said, “If you ever find yourself in need of French lessons you know where to find me.”

Steve giggled, twirling his straw. (Fucking Flirting.)

Then, Steve said, “You really didn’t need to do that Eddie, I was fine, he was fine.”

“No, he was not fine. He was hitting on you, Steve” Robin chimed in.

“Isn’t that, like, the point of all this. Aren’t we here to get hit on? Flirt a little,” Steve leaned in and whispered, “Wave the white flags, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, but it’s not cool to lead people on Steve, especially not here.” Eddie said.

Steve winced a little, his smile falling slightly, before he picked it back up, “I mean, there’s no harm in flirting, I didn’t know you guys were gonna get all riled up because I didn’t want to take him home.”

“Look it’s not all about sex, this is about community.” Robin said.

Steve sucked his teeth, and took a swig of his beer, “Okay, uh, whatever, I’m gonna pay for my drinks, and uh, sit in a fucking corner I guess.”

“Grow up, King Steve” Eddie said.

“Fuck you, Eddie, King Steve thinks you should find your own ride home.”

“I mean, we should probably leave.” Robin said.

“No, Rob, if it’s gonna be like that, I’ll just wait in the car.” Steve said. He gathered his things, throwing his coat on, fluffing his hair up and out from under the collar of his a letterman style jacket.

Steve stepped out into the cool night air, face hot with fury. He sighed, trying to release the tension that had begun to build.

“Hey, Pretty Boy, I didn’t get your name before your guard dog cock-blocked.”

“It’s — He’s just a friend. And, Uh, It’s Steve, Yours?”

“My friends call me Ian,”

“Well, Ian, thanks for the drink”

“Really,” Ian said, and it was almost a laugh, “I just had the bartender throw something together, I don’t like that fruity shit, I mean not like that, I just don’t like fruit juice, from fruit,” His talking tapered out. “You’re super cute, and it kind of fries my brain. I mean those pants are too tight.” (Ian say too tight, like he doesn’t mean it, like those pants make him think of something else.)

Steve laughed and looked down at himself, before smiling back at Ian. “Still want my number?”

2. Lavender Menace

Steve dyed the bottom layer of his hair purple. The faintest shade of lavender, barely it, In fact, it was practically silver. But, still, he was sure that everyone who needed to know that it wasn’t silver, would notice. They would notice.

“Did you dye your hair, Steve?” Robin asked, leaning across the Book Store counter to get a good look at his peek-a-boo dye job.

Steve resisted the urge to shake his head and show off. It took a long time to get his hair all nice, he wasn’t gonna mess it up for five seconds of Rob’s appreciation, not after the stunt she and Eddie pulled with Ian.

“Joyce helped,” Steve said, and brushed his fingers through the thick of his hair to show off the dye, just a little bit.

“Don’t you think you should have gone with another color,” Rob said, “You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.”

“I —“

“The hoard has arrived,” Eddie declared, as Mike, Will, and Dustin ran in straight for the new comic book section. “Whoa, your hair.” he said.

“Yeah, my hair.” Steve felt the weight of a frown pull at the corners of his mouth.

“You sure that’s the right color?” Eddie grabbed a lock of Steve’s dyed hair, and twirled it between his fingers, “You let the toner sit too long, it’s all purple-y now.”

With a huff, Steve said, “I was going for purple-y”

“Yeah?” Robin said.

“Why?” Eddie said.

“Because I want people to know I’m down with Dorthy” Steve said.

“You shouldn’t have dyed your hair purple, though” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, I agree, I think it’s a bit much … you’ve gone a bit too far this time, and after the bar” Robin said

“W-What do you mean after the bar that was all you guys, I was just having a good time.”

Eddie sighed and looked away, throwing his head back, and disappearing down an isle. “You explain it to your pet jock, Birdie, my head hurts.”

“Look Steve, people don’t need to know you’re ‘down with Dorothy’ it’s better if your not loud about it actually, keeps everyone safer anyway.”

Steve gets hot in the face, bright white-hot red in the cheeks, breaks into a sweat, he’s so mad. Then he’s close to crying, clearing his throat some, but it’s closing in on him. He’s so furious, he’s near tears about it. Dancing around breaking into tears.

If they didn’t like his hair, they could have just said that.

“Whatever you say, Robin” he said, wetly.

“Steve come on, it’s not your life, it’s ours” was Robin’s reply.

He doesn’t speak to her for the rest of their shift.

When Steve got home, he dialed Ian’s house. Ian was there in five minutes flat (He lived 15 minutes away).

“Wow,” Ian said, “Your hair”

“Yeah, I know it’s awful” Steve said, the memory of his earlier conversations brought up sour thoughts.

“No, no, you look pretty, a real bodacious babe.”

Steve smiled, for the first time since he got of shift. “Shut up,”

“Kiss me about it,” was Ian’s reply.

3. Steve’s House Doesn’t have a Purple Door.

“You could have your party at my place?” Steve said, “My parents aren’t gonna be home for another like month anyway”

Eddie smiled at Robin,

“Plus, I’m great at throwing parties, you remember my parties.”

“I don’t think we,” Eddie gestured between himself and Robin, “Were ever invited to King Steve’s famous parties.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Steve said, “But they were famous for a reason. Have it at my place, it makes sense. The venue is like 50% of a party.”

“I was thinking, no allies though” Eddie said, “Just queer deviancy,” Eddie brought the devil hands up to his head like ears and smiled at Robin. They fist bumped.

What they meant was no Steve it seemed.

“Hey, can you pick us up? Robin voice came through the phone loud, like she was shouting on her end of the line.

“From where?” Steve asked.

“A party,” Robin said, Steve felt her wiggle her eyebrows, and she giggled softly.

“I need the location?” Steve said.

“Oh, um, were near Byrock Ct,”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.”

Steve got in his car and drove to the Byrock Bar, with its purple backdoor. Ian took him there once, and they danced. Steve loved dancing, it was nice letting go.

This didn’t feel nice.

Robin and Eddie crammed into the backseat of his car, laughing, tipsy, and maybe a little high. Covered in glitter. Eddie had red lipstick on and smeared down his chin. Robin was wearing, glitter gloss and a silvery highlighter.

“You guys look like you had fun,” Steve finally said, before he pulled off.

“I thought you guys were gonna stay in tonight,”

“Steve,” Robin said, it seemed with no real purpose at all, except maybe to stop Steve from going on.

“No, I remember you guys saying that nothing fun was happening tonight so you guys weren’t going out, that’s what you told me!” Steve said, he was white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“Look, Steve, Birdie’s not gonna tell you, but sometimes we’ve got to leave poor ol’ Stevie at home.” Eddie said, kicking his feet up on the block of an armrest between the driver’s and passenger’s seat.

“Not every night is meant to include you, sometimes daddy’s got to come out and play” He said with a smile and a laugh.

Robin sputtered, “Ew, ew, I never want to hear you say something like that again.”

The drive home consisted of laughter and chatter between Eddie and Robin.

Steve pulled up to the entrance of Eddie’s trailer park, it was a short walk, maybe two trailers in was Eddie’s home. Usually, Steve drove him right up to the entrance, any closer and Eddie would fall into his home after opening the door.

“We’re here” Steve said, and put his car in park.

Eddie balked, “Really, are you being serious right now Stevie?”

“Shut up, don’t call me that.” Steve said, quickly, afraid he sounded like a petulant child, but angry enough that it didn’t matter much. “Get out of my car.” He said each word, one by one.

“Okay, King Steve, I’ll never ask for a ride with getting you your invite.”

“You’re a real fuck head, Eddie.”

“Whatever,” Eddie said, and slammed the door.

“That wasn’t fair dude,” Robin said. “How are we supposed to trust you if-”

Steve turned around, giving Robin a death stare, “Nothing, I don’t want to hear it, I, fuck Rob, I trusted you guys”

“Steve?”

“Shut. Up. Shut up.”

He dropped Rob off in front of her house, didn’t even pull into the driveway. He watched her get home safe, same way he did Eddie.

4. Steve’s Queer Agenda

Steve hasn’t been talking to them. He’s not gonna apologize first. And he’s not gonna speak to them until they apologize. Even if he felt like a bitch laying the silent treatment on thick.

Ian was rubbing his back, letting him lay all over him.

He mumbled into Ian’s lap.

“I can not understand jibberish.”

“Play with my hair, loser”

“Ooh, be nice.” Ian said, threading his finger into Steve’s hair.

There was a knock at the door, nice and sweet. Then another, practically knocking the door off its hinges.

“Okay, okay, coming” Steve shouted.

“Harrington residence, how can I help you?” Steve said.

Eddie smiled, pushing himself and Robin into the Harrington homestead.

Ian leaned up, peering over the sofa. He was looking for Steve, evident by the smile on his face, that fell quickly when he saw the culprits making Steve so, well, sad. Sad was the only way to put it. Beneath the quiet anger was hurt, and it hurt more than it made Steve angry. “Well, well, if it isn’t the terrible two-some”

“Bar guy?” Eddie said.

“Ian. My name is Ian.”

“Well, what are you two doing here because I don’t hear enough ass-kissing.” Ian said.

“Look,” Eddie said, looking from Ian to Steve “Maybe we all have the wrong idea,”

“Steve, I’m sorry we told you not to come out with us, and then had you come pick us up,” Robin said.

“Me too, I’m sorry” Eddie said.

“You’re a good ally” Eddie started.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Steve interrupted. “Why even come if you’re just gonna fucking invalidate me to my face, what’s the point? I get it, I’m bisexual. I’m not gay. Fucking, Steve’s not queer enough to come out with us and get shitfaced. Whatever, call me whatever you want behind my back, but in my house? Really!”

“What?” Robin and Eddie said, practically in unision.

“Look, be biphobic somewhere else, okay. I don’t feel like dealing with this ever again.”

“No, no, I thought you were straight,”, “We,” Eddie gestured between himself and Robin, “thought you were straight.” Eddie practically tripped over his words, he was speaking them so fast.

“Are you fucking with me?” Steve said, “You thought I was straight.”

Eddie hesitantly nods, “We maybe thought you were straight.”

“Fucking, fuck you guys,”

“Yeah, fuck you guys” Ian said, repeated from the couch, laying down ergo he wasn’t visible anymore. “You made my boyfriend cry”

Robin looked horrified, “Steve, I didn’t know, I’m so so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t have a community.” She quickly wiped away her tears, evidently determined not to cry right now, as she got red and sniffly. Robin walked toward Steve arms out like she was going to try to hug him. She was.

Robin said, “Can I hug you, Steve”

Steve, who had been trying to keep it all together, sniffled. He wasn’t going to cry if she wasn’t. He was supposed to be mad. He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his head in her shoulder.

Steve wanted to be angry, or he felt like he should be angry. Yet, he wasn’t, he was mad at them for making assumptions, for excluding him.

But, they were family. He’d been mad at them for as long he could, and then he’d taken to gray, blah, sadness. Not crying, but like trying to stave off a rainstorm. There was nothing he wanted to hear more than: we accept you.

It helped take the edge off. He could be mad about it later, take in all their forgiveness now.

“I’m really sorry, Steve, really, really, sorry” Robin said.

“We fucked up, Steve, I fucked up. I’m sorry too. I’m really sorry.” Eddie said.

“Now kiss,” Ian chimed in.

Steve laughed.

#Steve Harrington is Bisexual #Eddie is Gay #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Steve Harrington #I forgot the Steddie #I'm sorry #have some angst instead #I hope this makes yall sweaty #I was heated writing it #I might add Steddie but it won't be until 2026 probably #I have things i'm supposed to finish #I have updated a one of my wips in years #I want to finish it #also posted on ao3

[las-tortugas-ninja]

me when i find the bitches who think rise!splinter is an abusive/neglectful father

#literally die #im too tired to write my long ass analysis on while yall ar dumb rn #butr 1 of my main points: #but its LIOTERALLY JUST DONE FOR ANGST #YUO WANT ANGST GO WATCH THE RISE MOVIE OR SOME SHIT #rottmnt #splinter #lou jitsu #hamato yoshi

[odtherat]

Nooww...

If I were to

Idk, say, draw something sad, what would I draw?

#totally not coz i wanna doodle up some angst teehee #anyway #gimme the sad that yall want badly doodled

[canonically-a-genloser]

"you're not my homeland anymore"

title from "exile"

Sneeg, Charlie, and Ranboo were exhausted.

None of them had slept in what must have been days. Even Ranboo had nodded off a few times, though they jolted awake every time they leaned against something because of the searing pain that would immediately engulf their senses.

Sneeg intentionally hadn't processed the escape yet, spending most of his time going between all three of their wounds left from their last show to make sure none of them would get infections.

To Charlie, though, every mile further away from Showfall was another mile between him and home. And what about Randy, what if there was still a way to save their dad and they'd lose it if they left his corpse in that building, he questioned in his mind, though he never would have said it out loud. Charlie knew he trusted Sneeg with his life. He always had. That couldn't change now, right? Not for anything-

"Time to go," Sneeg said out of nowhere, and Charlie jumped. He nodded at Sneeg before the older could say anything about it, though. Questioning averted. For now.

"For now" only lasted until Sneeg stopped a couple hours' drive later. Ranboo had finally fallen into a fitful sleep, carefully cushioned on the few ragged blankets Charlie had managed to find in the loft bed despite its being hardly a crawlspace big enough for him. Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.

"I can tell you're thinking about something," Sneeg said bluntly, forcing him into the present once more.

"No, I'm not, I'm just tired," Charlie said with more of a petulant tone in his voice than he'd meant. It wasn't entirely a lie, he supposed he could argue if Sneeg tried anything.

Sneeg shot him a look that made Charlie's resolution to keep that lie going dissolve entirely.

"Alright, fine, I'm just not- not great, man! Alright? Is that what you wanted to hear? I thought it would be fucking obvious-"

"Talk to me, then."

Charlie stopped in surprise, looking up at Sneeg. He paused for a moment.

"You know what? No. You already know what I mean."

"Do I?"

Charlie couldn't fathom why or how Sneeg appeared so calm. Why he was being so patient. Charlie was panicked and tired and he didn't even know where to start. He was scared for Ranboo, yes, but he wanted to go home. As selfish as that was, he wanted to go back. At least at Showfall, they could have gotten reset and none of the trio would be hurting anymore by now.

He realized he must have said something out loud, because Sneeg looked him in the eyes a second later.

"You know in the end, everything would just get worse. I know you do," Sneeg said. There was no emotion in his voice, but his eyes betrayed him to Charlie. Charlie, who had known those eyes longer than he'd known how to say his own name. Charlie who could have seen the faintest flicker in his brother's eyes and known when something was deeply wrong. Like it was now.

"You wanna go back, too," he spat at Sneeg. "Don't even lie to me."

Sneeg huffed. "So what if I do," he said defensively, looking away from Charlie.

The damage had already been done.

"Then why-" Charlie laughed, almost hysterically- "why are you upset at me for wanting to go back?"

"I know what this is about, okay? Showfall didn't love you, Charlie!" Sneeg interrupted him. "Sure, you were the favorite our entire fucking childhoods, but at what cost? Don't you realize what they did to you because of that, Charlie?!"

"Well, what do you know about what they did? Huh?" Charlie retorted, his tone biting. "They never loved you."

Silence fell over the dimly lit kitchen as though it were a graveyard.

"I shouldn't have said that," Charlie's voice finally said, sounding smaller than Sneeg had ever heard it.

"No, you're right," the older said, a fake smile plastered across his face as he looked up. "You're right. I know they didn't. That's why I carried my boyfriend's corpse around for who knows how many years. That's why they killed the only two people who ever fucking cared about me. That's why I was a fool for thinking you would be any different, then or now. That's why I tried to kill both of us, I thought it would change something."

Charlie did remember. He remembered the way Sneeg had loomed over him, knife in hand. He remembered the way he hadn't retaliated, partially because he knew the drones would save him before he fully died but partially too because he did feel guilt for Showfall's complete refusal to acknowledge Sneeg's existence. He remembered wondering if this could somehow atone for everything he'd ever done to Sneeg as white-hot pain shot like a firework through his small body. He remembered the look of instant regret on his brother's face as he backed away in terror. The drones had gotten him a moment later, just before Charlie's vision and any further memory of the event faded out.

Charlie sucked in a breath, swallowing thickly as though that would make the memory leave. "Sneeg, I- I'm sorry-"

" 'Sorry' won't bring Randy back, Charlie," Sneeg blurted out. 'Sorry' doesn't fix over ten years of being abandoned by your own brother."

"I know, I- I know," Charlie managed out. He didn't know what else to say, though he knew it was the wrong thing before it even left his mouth.

Sneeg seemed to recognize that in Charlie's expression, and he finally looked down in defeat.

"Charlie, I'm tired," he finally admitted.

Charlie was already hugging him by the time he closed his eyes to take a breath.

"I hate you," he told Charlie, wrapping his arms around him. A chuckle interrupted Charlie's sobs for a few seconds because here, at the end, they both knew he didn't mean it.

Finally, Charlie pulled away. "Ranboo could- could probably use some company," he pointed out, wiping his eyes. "Why don't you go lay down for a bit. At least try and rest."

"You too," Sneeg insisted. "They- they won't find us out here," he said softly.

The younger nodded, knowing without looking that Sneeg needed the company too. Whether to be sure Charlie wouldn't leave or otherwise, he was too tired to decipher.

Still, Charlie figured, wherever Sneeg was was where Charlie himself was meant to be, for good or bad.

And if Sneeg meant to find a way to live without Showfall, who was he to refuse him that after everything?

#aimsey writes about genloss #i'm so tired this took an hour and a half and it still looks so rushed 😭😭 #i Promise i will look at it later but i really really wanted to write charlie and sneeg angst #some of the dialogue came to me in a Vision and i had to get this down #i don't think? there's any triggers? #a little talk of corpses but i think it's fine- #anyways here yall go YIPPEE my brain is so tired

[blorbologist]

Two for joy - DOUBLE UPDATE Chapters 20 + 21

Vex pokes her head into Percy’s office. “Darling, have you seen your sister?”

“Can’t say I have,” he says, rubbing his eyes before looking at her properly.

She huffs, making to leave. Percival adds, “I did see a large bear and a rifleman galloping through the halls, though. Headed for the west wing. Captain Leore mentioned something about the launder’s passage?”

Vex smirks. “She snuck off again?”

“I’m afraid so.” Percy opens one arm, pleading for a respite from his work. Vex grants it gladly, crossing the room to press a kiss to his hair. Another to the furrows of his brows. “I worry that she’s got such a habit of evading her guards. Which we have for a reason -”

“Cassandra is a grown woman and knows the castle better than you, darling. And an accomplished swordswoman besides - no one gets on your case for locking yourself in the workshop dusk ‘till dawn.”

When she next pulls back to smile at him, Percy surprises her with a tug - Vex shrieks a laugh, arm coming out to steady herself against the table. “Except you,” he says.

“Except me,” she agrees, and kisses him.

--

“Vax,” Keyleth warns.

“I’m just saying-”

“Vax.”

“- I’m the best one for the job!” he insists.

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#why a double update? because I had to split ch 20 in two following edits but did Not want to delay the next one another week #im SO FUCKING EXCITED YALL #anyways enjoy some timeskip fluff and angst #vex is the raven queen's champion au #critical role #cr fanfic #critical role fanfiction #perc'ahlia #percahlia #vaxleth #keyleth x vax x gilmore #cr derrig #copious evil nods to C3 just because I can #vox machina #campaign 1

[pigeonxp]

Personally I agree on the not relating everything to dsmp thing, but I’m not saying anything because Wilbur himself brought up having a previous child so this was the only logical outcome 🤷🏽‍♂️

i understand i just hate it SO BADDD LMAOOO specifically the fanfics (im just trying to read some dadbur fluff WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ABT FUNDY AND ANGST) i really enjoy them calling back to dsmp lore as jokes bc it feels like a funny inside joke everyones in on but jfc sometimes the way some ends of the fanbases take it boil my blood idk

#i understand why ppl do it but omg it makes me so mad LMAO #some lore abt me is that ill find a way to complain abt everything and i have infinite pet peeves #AND im a self aware hypocrite so im not afraid to say i didnt care abt fundy angst during dsmp era bc i hated how everyone villified #c!wilbur and i wanted to woobify him #SUE ME 🫣 #this is not trying to bash on ppls creativity i just want to be a hater 💔 #i just have this inhuman urge to hate on things sorry yall 🫶 #ALSO for those tiktok comments that use the damn good place audio “why does she get that mom i wanted that mom” for fundy and tallulah #ENOUGH. YOU ARE ANNOYING #peace and love ❤️ #wilbur soot #qsmp #tallulah

[wh0re-behavi0r]

He found a photograph, these tears can't hold them back

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Summary:

“You were always so blind when it came to my mistakes.”

Eddie tries to touch him, probably thinking he wants comfort, so he holds that hand out to stop him in his tracks. “I’m sorry if I convinced you otherwise.” He walks away and ignores Eddie’s calls, he can’t stand to stare at him another moment. When he gets in his car, he can see Eddie in the rearview, and it’s prom night all over again. It’s leaving Eddie behind against his better judgment. This time, there’s a feeling of regret that takes over his determination.

or the buddie exes to lovers fic that's loosely inspired by The Best of Me

taglist under the cut (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

@buddiemidnights @buddierights @eusuntgratie @prettyboyandthekid @hearteyesdiaz @himbodiaz @inactive-since-forever @ajunerose @imsupposedtobewritting @eddiediazisascorpio @eddiecore118 @halosdiaz @midnightsdiaz @elvensorceress @queerbitchdiaz @bitchhans @loveyourownsmiilee @fearlessdiaz @kitkatpancakestack @eddiediass @jacksadventuresinwriting

#this taglist is just for this fic though #i wont tag some of yall again just in case you don't want to read the other stuff and it was just for this fic #is that dumb idk im nervous now my anxiety is back #my writing #buddie fics #buck x eddie #buddie angst #buddie exes to lovers au #its here babes!

[hexiewrites]

make this inn our own: chapter fifteen

for @thefreakandthehair’s spicy six winter prompt challenge! thank you @reindeerrobin for the graphic & for everything!!!!

and thank you to ALL of you who have read and loved this fic as much as I have. it means the world to me. <3

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chapter fifteen: make this place our home

one year later

“Dad!” Ness called, shouting towards the kitchen from where she’d been waiting in the lobby. “They’re here! They’re in the driveway!”

“But I’m not done the hors d’oeuvres!” Steve called back, glancing down at the massive assortment of food spread out in front of him. “Didn’t we tell them six thirty? It’s only six fifteen!”

There was a jingling of bells as Eddie swept into the kitchen, his ugly Christmas sweater truly atrocious this year, and he danced over to Steve and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Baby,” he said, laughing down at the trays covering every square inch of the kitchen. “Trust me, it’s enough food.”

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#IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!! #i can't even tell yall how happy i am to have finished it #(i wanted it done yesterday but i ran out of time but now! its done!) #there may be some more snippets / one shots to come #but not this week lmao #anyways #i really hope you guys enjoyed this fic #i loved writing it #it was only ever supposed to be a silly little au #but now I'm so proud of the world i built! and i hope you love it too #ok that's enough rambling #hallmark au #steddie #hex writes stuff #my stuff #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fluff #angst #stranger things fic #steddie fic

[penguinsledder]

I looked at Dimitri's paired endings and especially after seeing the one with Felix ...

And THEN I see this in the fanlore entry re their supports in Hopes

noodle boi is not straight. He's bi as hell

#like I can see the clamor for claude being bi because of M Byleth but I don't really see him flirt with other guys??? #so like outside of M byleth i can't really see it #like idk it can pass off to me as that opposite of toxic masculinity guy that is chill with some bromance #but ofc people can want what they want i don't mind #WHAT THE HELL #THAT DIMILIX ENDING THO IS IN NO WAY STRAIGHT #THERE WAS SOME PINING THERE #ANGST AND PINING #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix fraldarius #dimilix #MY EYES HAVE BEEN OPENED #I CAN NOW SEE WHAT YALL SEE AND I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY

[goofily-moved]

@lifesver asked: please, just leave me here

               Leland's raspy plea breaks Patrick's heart, his bloodied features crumbling as he turns from the spot he'd been scoping out.     ❛❛   What?   ❜❜     He chokes out, his lips in a warbling line as he shakes his head from side to side... It almost makes him lightheaded from how much blood he's lost.     ❛❛   Listen to me.   ❜❜     He begins, reaching a trembling hand out to firmly grasp the back of Leland's neck, taking care to avoid any injuries as he presses their foreheads together.

               ❛❛   You are NOT dying here.   ❜❜     Patrick admonishes in a hushed tone, a single tear rolling down his ashen cheek.     ❛❛   We're gonna get out of here, and...    ❜❜     He grits his teeth as his eyes begin to burn, tears collecting at his waterline as he takes a shuddery breath to calm himself. His wounds hurt. He hurts. He's beyond terrified and, like a child needing comfort, just wants his mother to hold him. Will he ever see her again?

               Patrick forces a smile, blinking back tears.     ❛❛   We're going to go rollerskating.   ❜❜     He laughs, the sound wet and strained as he shuts his eyes.     ❛❛   I don't know if you know how, but I'll teach you... It'll be so fun, man. Y-you can hold on to me, and... I can laugh when you fall on your ass.   ❜❜     He says, his voice cracking at the end.      ❛❛   Or maybe you're the skating expert, and...   ❜❜     He takes a ragged, rattling breath as he opens his eyes, seeking out Leland's.     ❛❛   and you can make fun of me... Won't that be fun?   ❜❜     

#i'll have u know i was playing 'as the world caves in' on loop while writing this! #THIS IS LOW KEY SO SAD?????? #ok high key sad #but dw they're gonna make it out alive #answered. #blood tw #injury tw #death tw #ask to tag #lifesver #interactions: patrick sinclair. #yall want somE ANGST