#im in an angst mood

[edamammy]

— do us part

[mizukicoded]

give me will byers distancing himself from mike so he can finally move on. give me mike wheeler starting to notice a shift in his relationship with will. time goes on as mike starts to notice the little things that will used to do for him that he doesn’t do anymore. give me mike realizing how attentive will was to him, and realizing that he isn’t like that anymore. the realization that he was too late. give me all of mike’s friends praising mike but the only person he wants to hear praise from is will, but he’s not there. give me mike finally having an emotional breakthrough when he realizes how much he actually cares about will, only to be too late. give me “the moment i knew” by taylor swift type of shit.

[wispscribbles]

i bring u... angst

[cheesecakethots]

i LIVE for the angst of a yandere initially being fucking awful to their darling after taking them, and overtime changing and becoming more loving, as well has having newfound and immense regret for what they’ve done. it is literally my fave yan scenario.

tw // pretty heavy angst, mentions of noncon

i specifically imagine it for shigaraki, going from being this disgusting manbaby who treats his darling like they’re nothing but a toy for him to use, only to later realise how much he loves them and mature in how he treats them, making his regret for the past even stronger.

him trying to coax his darling into coming out on a date with him - they can go anywhere, he doesn’t mind, darling has free reign to choose what they do. he tries to be so soft and quiet in his tone, as though not to startle them.

it’s only when tears start forming in their eyes and they mumble, “have i been bad?” that he realises how badly his past self fucked up.

the only other time he really took them out was when he’d decided they needed a punishment, and had made them stand and watch as he disintegrated the first group of people they saw out. he had then fucked them against the alleyway wall, bodies still around them both, just to really get the point across.

he wishes he could take back everything, but he can’t. as of now, he needs to take baby steps in order to bring you out of the very same hole he once caved into your mind.

(i love regretful yans urm send me some thots about them pretty please)

[stirthewaters]

Bad Mood

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slightly ooc Wednesday?? angst - fluff, (not proofread I just threw it together 😭)

Summary: Wednesday has trouble figuring out your bad mood and decides to take it into her own hands

Pairings: Wednesday x GN!Reader

Wednesday was frustrated, to say the least. Though she would never vocally express her irritations towards you, you were surely a dilemma, and the fact that she was having trouble solving the puzzle that was you at the moment was most definitely the issue.

You had been moping all day, acting uncharacteristically sulky and closed off. Wednesday would’ve almost liked it if she wasn’t so put off by your sudden change of behavior. Sulking didn’t look good on you, she observed, as you sat beside her during class, not paying attention and absentmindedly twirling a pencil between your thumbs, the wood surprisingly close to splintering as you did so.

No, you had not given any reasoning to why you were feeling this way, and Wednesday did not like the sneaking suspicion that she might have had something to do with it. Though she couldn’t recall ever explicitly saying or doing anything to make you upset she knew that she was most certainly not one to know much about any sort of complex emotional drama, and therefore she was left outside of the tangled barbwire that was your emotions. Why must you be so confusing? Puzzles were supposed to be enjoyable to solve, not frustrating.

Wednesday let you be most of the day, silently hoping some time would improve your mood but you remained either irritable and snappy or moody and quiet, practically telling off Xavier when he came late to class and delayed it about ten minutes. Although the Addams had to admit that she found a sort of amusement in seeing you scold someone, it wasn’t followed by the playful roll of your eyes that you usually gave someone to indicate you were joking. Clearly something had upset you and she was getting increasingly frustrated.

The raven tried easing your irritably by placing a cold hand on your warm thigh, trying to practice the gentle rubs that she typically knew you liked, and though you stiffened as usual under her touch it did nothing to soften your mood as your eyes darkly flitted away.

But that didn’t worry her. Wednesday wasn’t used to being worried, let alone emotions themselves. To the Addams, emotions were a tangled spiderweb that once trapped in became a struggle to navigate, distracting one from common sense and rationality. Yet, she still felt the uncomfortable prickling of sickening worry in her chest when she saw you actually tear up. And it was almost without reason. Nobody had spoken to you unkindly or done anything physically immoral, yet your eyes glistened and you pulled your hood over your head, dark eyes disappearing behind its frame as you did so. You were crying? Wednesday briefly wondered whether or not she’d seen you cry before, most certainly she hadn’t without explicable reason.

Your quiet sniffles seemed to be the only thing her brain would allow her to hear amidst the sound of students around you.

Instantly she gripped your wrist gently yet firmly, pulling you into a dark corner in the hall as she searched for your eyes under the hood. That prickle in her chest started to scratch as you huffed out stiffly, in a voice close to cracking. “What is it?”

Wednesday silently brought her hand up to your hood, pulling it down carefully to see your dark eyes swimming in tears, and she felt her voice soften just slightly at the sight of them as she murmured, “I wish to know what has been bothering you throughout the day. You’ve been distant and irritable.” You tried to look away but she gently pulled your chin back to look at her, feeling you shake under her grasp. “Cara Mia, I would like to know whether or not I have been the source of your…” the Addams struggled for the right word. “Current emotional status.”

You shook your head weakly. God, she could tell you were fragile. It was as if the slightest poke could set you off, and she knew she had to tread carefully. Her brain raced to remember everything Enid had taught her on… comfort. The idea was a personal ick but with you she would make an exception. “Would you like to leave?” Your weak nod was all the confirmation she needed as she laced her pinky into yours to subtly pull you through the crowd. God, she was disgusted by pda but you weakened her, and she despised you for it.

In the privacy of her dorm, the gentle rain slapping against the large window, she watched as you shakily exhaled, clearly fighting off your tears as you closed your eyes and struggled to speak. “Today has just…been… a lot. It’s- I- I can’t-“ your voice finally cracked slightly.

Wednesday stood opposite you for a moment, in thought as the scratching of worry in her heart began to pulsate into more of a pain. Not a pleasant pain that she usually experienced, rather a more unpleasant one at the sight of the tear that fell from your eye, hitting the floorboards and disappearing. She felt as if she’d always remember that oddly specific place on the floor from now on.

Stepping forwards she shoved aside all of her disgust and apathy for touch and wrapped her cold arms around your waist to pull you in, your head falling atop of yours as she muttered into your neck, “from what I do know about emotions I have heard that it is a rather healthy way to deal with them by crying.” 

As if on cue from the touch and soft words she felt you slowly fall apart, quietly trembling as you cried silently, burying your face into her hair that she silently noted to wash later to get any snot out of.

She slowly brought you down to the floor with her, letting you cry as she tried her best to comfort you, tracing small patterns on your collarbone and neck, giving you small and delicate kisses here and there as to show that she was here with you. When your sobs began to ease she felt your weight press against her more, and she quickly put together that you were exhausted. She shushed you softly, letting you burrow into her as much as you needed. God, you were so warm, it was as if you were thawing the ice that she had worked so hard to freeze. 

Although still not inclined to show any major affection, she did press a small cold kiss to your temple, letting you rest in her arms as your head shifted into your lap and her hand threaded its way into your hair, slowly and softly stroking in an effort to calm you down, finally the nagging confusion and frustration easing as you both fell into a calm, the rain providing a soothing atmosphere. 

Perhaps Enid’s teachings had paid off.

[consultingskeletondetective]

Simon Riley who lashes out at the new recruit (you) over something minor, 'you're useless, recruit, do better'

You get over it pretty good, your crush evaporating into nothing, why would you waste your time over someone who doesn't care for you?

Simon confused why you're so cold and distant to him all of a sudden

Price confused as to why you're suddenly asking for a transfer

Simon confronting you over your weird attitude and you pointing out you were in love with him until he told you he didn't care for you and Simon pales 'were?'

Price granting your transfer and time passing until Simon sees König picking you up and swinging you in his arms and you giggling and happy

Simon nursing a bottle of bourbon when he realises his temper made him lose you

[inuyassa]

How the Monster Trio would React to You Sacrificing Yourself for Them in Battle

Ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Fem!Reader (she/her)

Warnings: Implied Injury, Violence, Slight Gore

Hurt/No Comfort

Angst/No Comfort

Luffy

Luffy dropped to his knees, his latest use of Second Gear left his skin burning and his heart racing.  His opponent showed no signs of slowing down, and for the first time in the long duel, Luffy couldn’t see himself lasting much longer.  The villain charged, sword at the ready, the blade aimed for the young captain's chest, the x-shaped scar acting as his target.  Luffy closed his eyes and felt hot tears burning in his eyes…the sickening sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed in his ears, but he felt nothing.  

He opened his eyes, the horror of the situation finally setting in.  Y/n stood in front of him, her arms outstretched, protecting her captain.  The blade was plunged deep into her chest and protruding out her back.  She glared at the man before her, her brow furrowed.  “Stay away from…him.”  

Luffy felt his breath catch in his throat, his whole body shook in fear.  “No…” he breathed.  The sword was crudely pulled from y/n’s chest, causing her to fall backwards.  Luffy lunged forward to catch her, her face contorted in pain, blood running from the corner of her mouth.  “Y/n, hey, y/n!”  

She opened her eyes, looking up at him, tears in her eyes.  “Hey captain,” she choked. “Sorry, I guess I was a little hasty in my decision making.”  She began to cough, hot blood staining Luffy’s vest.  Rage filled his chest, he gently laid her down and stood up, his eyes dark and hollow.  With a second wind, he used all his power to take out the man before him, the one that hurt his crewmate…

Y/n watched with cloudy vision as the Straw Hat Captain decimated the warrior.  He walked slowly back to her and lifted her limp body into his arms, holding her close.  She felt warm against his skin, she smiled, maybe only in her mind, but she smiled.  “Promise me,” she breathed.  “Promise me that you’ll keep going…you have…to become king…”

Y/n lifted her hand to caress his face.  “No,” he said.  “You have to come with me y/n, you have to be there when we find the One Piece…”

At this point, the rest of the crew was there, each of them holding their breath.  Chopper rushed to the scene, trying to assess the situation.  “She's fading fast,” he said.  “We don’t have a lot of time Luffy, we have to treat her.”

“It’s okay Chopper,” y/n said, turning her head weakly towards the doctor.  “I know I don’t have much time left.  If you don’t mind…I’d like to spend it…with Luffy.”

Chopper nodded, tears of his own now began to pour.  He ran to Zoro who knelt down to comfort his tiny friend, the rest of the crew watching in heartbreaking horror as their crewmate spent her last moments in the arms of young Luffy…his guttural wails filling the still, evening air.

Zoro

“Dammit,” Zoro gripped his side, hot blood covering his hand.  He couldn’t keep this up much longer.  He drew his third sword, gripping it tightly in his mouth.  “Let’s go,” he growled.  Charging the onslaught of marines. Zoro used his deadly three-sword style to take out a small cluster, but another one was fast to take over.  “Shit,” this whole thing was getting out of hand.  That’s when y/n came running up behind him.  

“Mosshead!” She yelled, her staff at the ready.  “You looked like you could use some help.”

Zoro smirked.  “I have it covered,” he was trying not to make it too obvious that he was relieved to see her.  She nodded and went to work.  The marines seemed more determined than ever, and this fight was draining the two of them.  Zoro found himself pinned to the ground under the foot of a powerful commander.  “Do you have any last words swordsman,” the marine sneered as he aimed his pistol at Zoro’s face.  

“Do you?” Y/n’s voice came from behind him, burying her knife into the mans back.  The marine yelled out in pain before turning around.  Y/n knocked his pistol from his hand and he retaliated by reaching for her neck and lifting her off the ground.  She kicked her feet and clawed at his arm.  He pulled a knife from his belt and plunged it into her gut.  She let out a pained gag before going limp in his grip.  

Zoro’s blood ran cold, he watched in horror as y/n’s body hit the ground.  He felt his whole body shaking as he reached for his sword.  Placing it in his mouth, he summoned the power of his Demon Sword Style.  He decapitated the man, ad took a few more limbs for good measure. The bloody corpse hit the ground and Zoro kicked it away.  At that moment, the seriousness of his own injuries hit him and he fell to his hands and knees.  With blurry vision, he crawled to where y/n’s body lay.  He painfully rolled her over before scooping her up into his arms.  “Hey,” he croaked.  “Hey, hey look at me.  Y/n, look at me.” He held her face in his hand and gently shook her body.  “You can’t do this to me…you can’t leave me like this!  Come on, I already suck with directions, you know that… please don’t go where I can’t follow…”

Y/n laid lifeless in his arms.  Her skin was cold and covered in warm blood.  

He pressed a shaking kiss to her forward, tears falling on her face.  “Come back…please come back…”

Sanji

“Sanji behind you!” Y/n screamed as she ran towards the distracted cook.  He was busy fighting off one attacker that he didn’t see the gunman taking aim behind him.  She charged towards him, jumping in the path of the speeding bullet.  It hit her chest with a sickening thud and she fell to the ground, rolling a few more feet before coming to a stop against a large rock.  Sanji felt time stand still as he turned and saw the love of his life get thrown to the ground.  “Y/N!!!!” He screamed, racing towards her.  Zoro heard him yell and looked over.  “Shit,” he breathed.  He made his way towards them.  “I’ll cover you,” Zoro yelled.  “Get to her!” 

Sanji nodded and ran down the short embankment where y/n lay, writhing in pain and gasping for air.  Sanji knelt down, his hands hovering over her in a panic, not sure what to do.  When she started coughing up blood, he sat her up, holding her against him.  She gripped at his suit jacket, trying to ground herself.  “Sanji…” she wheezed.  “Are you okay?”

Sanji forced a laugh, even in her state she was still worried about him.  “I’m fine, my love, but you shouldn’t talk.  You need to save your strength till we can get you back to the Sunny.”

Y/n shook her head.  “Sanji, I’m not making it back to the Sunny…not alive anyway..." Another coughing fit overtook her, warm blood pouring from her mouth. She gagged on the metallic taste.

Sanji grabbed her hand.  “Don’t say that y/n, you just need to catch you breath and then we’ll get you home okay?  Just stay with me, okay, stay with me.”

Y/n caressed his face with her hand, she could feel her consciousness fading fast.  “I love you Sanji…and I’m sorry…”

Moments later, the crew watched as Sanji walked back to the Sunny carrying the limp body of their friend in his arms, his jacket draped over her face…

[verianal]

I drew clawcode cuz they are liek if i pht a bomb in a bledner and drank it

[batfleshh]

out of love

ghost + m!reader

Warnings: it’s not really an X M!R is it??, angst, falling out of love, im in a mood, ima drop this and go on a break for a little while, have my Kinktober fics scheduled for the days, previous nsfw scenarios, unavailable Ghost, rah

“but you did love me, right?”, the question feels like a poison clawing its way from your lips, that familiar burning feeling forming in your throat. The other man stared off into what seemed like nothing, his scarred, seemingly broken face not meeting yours. After what felt like forever, you hear a gruff, “yeah” tumble from his lips. You didn’t believe him, even after everything, you didn’t believe him. It hurt, like thunder striking your chest directly.

Everything had started off fine, you were happy, the bumpy yet steady friendship that slowly built up was enough for you. Simon felt that he had to keep up his front for the longest time, never letting you in. That barrier was always a problem, the unavailability of it all was slowly getting to you. Sometimes you wish you could reach into his mind by just looking at him, the heavy feeling forming in your chest over time made you desperate for anything.

You wanted a sign, a miracle, a day gifted from you by any god that was listening to finally grant you what you wanted. You understood, you tried to understand how he felt. But sometimes, it felt like you were just talking to a ghost. Like no one was there as you tried to make anything work. It wasn’t like he wasn’t aware, he tried to be open with you and himself. He couldn’t ask for anyone better, hell, he would’ve killed anyone for you.

When you both had made love to each other, it didn’t feel like it’s title. You both would do everything as normal, you both tried everything. You took pride in the moments you had with him, the feeling of being with Ghost felt like a gift from God. He loved you, and you loved him, but something deep down in both of you shouted “but do you?”

Everything that you had built up felt good to have, felt good to look back on. But would you ever have that time again? Would you ever look at your lover and go, “I love you” again? No, you knew you could never. He was cold, sometimes you pondered why, why he kept you around. Was it because he just liked your company? Maybe.

You didn’t hate each other, you both were tolerable to one another. But did you actually hold up on loving each other? Did either of you see a future in the other? Who knows, definitely not you both. In the end, he loved you, he loved you so fucking much. But he wouldn’t travel a thousand miles for you. He wouldn’t kill for you. And you wouldn’t for him.

You loved him, but you didn’t. He loved you, but he didn’t. And that brought you back to now. His quiet “yeah” the only noise still floating in the air as you both looked down, almost afraid to face each other. The tears that had began to build in your eyes slowly reaching their brim, rushing down your face as you bit your lip. That conversation wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted something better, you would’ve begged for anything better.

But you made up your minds, and you both knew. Simon watched as you contemplated your answer, his eyes finally meeting yours. You could stare at them all day long. After a while, you got up, mumbling a few words to him before leaving. You had fallen out of love with Simon Riley, and he could’ve never loved you the way you loved him.

~ ★

:3

[strawglicks]

u mean to tell me graham is SO insecure he cant handle having ANY imperfections or flaws and HAS to be on top or else he completely loses all mental stability

AND overworks himself to the point of PASSING OUT FROM EXHAUSTION after battling the toons because hes so desperate to win

AND is so invested in hustle culture that he disregards his physical/mental health and bases a lot of his self-worth on being the best employee

AND has burnt himself out as a result (based on his disciplinary records)

YET THERES AN INSANE LACK OF GRAHAM ANGST IN THE COMMUNITY?

[static-brained]

" i am willing to die for you a million times if it means this ending would change . "

[cafe-smut]

Cheka getting caught up in a gorge as wildebeest flood in. Leona being the one to save him. The king and queen arriving just in time to finds Cheka clinging to the side of a ledge, Leona nowhere to be found among the animals. The go down and find his unmoving body among the dust.

The queen holding Cheka who's wailing for his Uncle as Falena holds his little brothers body, begging him to wake up.

Yuu getting there just in time with some bullshit knowledge as a Disney Kid and minor medical knowledge to get Malleus to push some lightning in Leona to restart his heart.

Falena clinging to his dazed and shocked brother as he sobs, so incredibly glad he's alive.

Falena and Cheka not letting Leona out of their sight until at least 2 weeks after he's fully healed.

[avernusreject]

Look I just want there to be a moment in the fight against Gortash where durge is about to strike the final blow. Then their eyes meet Gortash's for the briefest of moments. His eyes aren't filled with hate or even anger. No, he just looks up at them with this melancholic longing in his last moments. This fleeting-look becomes more paralyzing then any spell or poison ever could be. Durge in that moment freezes. Maybe their dagger stays suspended right above his throat, refusing to move closer to its target. Maybe a spell fizzles out of durge's already bloodied hands. Their mind can't give an explanation for why they freeze. They know all the horrors he's unleashed on the city, on their friends. Yet, there they are, utterly frozen, from only a glance. Bonus points, if the moment durge can actually manage to move, they act on autopilot, taking a critical blow from Karlach that was intended to end the tyrannt.

[thestar-markedfool]

✧ angsty and edgy miguel x reader thoughts !!

So today I’m thinking about Miguel believing he’s hard to love. His entire life proves it, after all. All these failed romantic relationships are only the tip of the iceberg. He’s the result of a loveless affair, and grew up with a mother who hates how much he reminds her of his father. He watched over his little brother so that he can stay sweet and enthusiastic, and be everything Miguel is not.

Miguel destroys everything he touches; he rips through precious things as easy as he breathes, and his clawed hands can’t hold the delicate pieces together. Miguel was born to face the ugly things, to take the blows so that good people can receive what they deserve. Miguel’s fate it’s not to be loved.

So, he doesn’t let you love him. Miguel only knows to give, and he gives you only what he thinks it’s better for you. He thinks he found the perfect middle ground, balancing your well-being and your pleasure in a way that will let him indulge in your warmth without risking to ruin your agreement like he has done with everything else in his life.

He will hold your flushed body next to his after sex until your raged breathing is calm, but he will never agree to kiss. He will hold the bottle of water to your lips if you need it and ease your muscles with practiced care, but he will ignore your attempts to return any of these gestures.

He will stay quiet, he will be good but not vulnerable enough for you to see through the cracks.

Miguel can’t allow the possibility of you thinking of him as a romantic lover. He wants you to call him selfishly, to seek him for relief. Maybe if he continues to make you feel good, it will be enough to avoid losing you too.

He can’t let himself grow comfortable in this game; he will slip away the second your eyes close even if it breaks his heart to leave your side without explanations or goodbyes. Miguel won’t acknowledge your sweet gestures during the day, and will block your attempts at small talk. And whenever someone else make you smile, he will look away, clenching his jaw.

It’s better this way, he tells himself. And whatever invention he was holding between his hands while he worked it’s ruined now because he can’t control his anger or his monstrous strength.

He’s angry at everything; he’s angry at himself. What did he do to deserve this fate, and why is he unable to change?

What else can Miguel give to you besides his body after dark, when he’s a bit too lonely and vulnerable to your charm? He carries around sad thoughts and that damned anger that threatens to escape his control. He would either drag you down, or hurt you, and he would rather die than repeat this dance one more time.

Miguel it’s not made to be loved, so don’t you dare to believe otherwise. Miguel is sharp lines, claws and fangs.

He will sting you if you get too close, he will tear you apart. Miguel will bite.

[tei-to-tei]

If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song "If I Die Young" -The Band Perry

i just think he would like roses, at the very end- that's all your honor

(thorns and all)

[tumbleweeddesktop]

Wriolette is the story of a dragon who has lived for so long and the story of a lover who couldn't live for long