#angst snippets

[bookished]

( a collection of POST-KISS DISASTER – “we shouldn’t have done that” (aka: one of them pulls away, and it hurts) dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips.

“we said we’d never cross that line.”  “yeah, well. we did.”  “…do you regret it?”  “do you?”

“it didn’t mean anything, right?”  “right.”  “...then why are you looking at me like that?”

“it was just adrenaline. heat of the moment.”  “keep telling yourself that.”

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—”  “yes, you did.”  “...and that’s what makes it worse.”

“forget it happened.”  “how?”  “just do it.”  “i can’t.”

“we can’t do this.”  “why not?”  “because i know how this ends. and i don’t survive it.”

“don’t kiss me again unless you mean it.”  “…i meant it the first time.”

“you kissed me like you’ve wanted to for years.”  “don’t read into it.”  “too late.”

“if you didn’t want this, why did you kiss me back?”  “…because i’m weak. and you make it impossible to think straight.”

“say it meant nothing.”  “…i can’t.”

[unforgivenn]

HIDE AND SEEK

The night crept in with a cloak of chilling silence, broken only by the distant howl of the wind.

Whumper stood amidst the gnarled trees, a figure shrouded in darkness. He moved with calculated grace, each step a predator's silent stalk.

Whumpee cowered in the corner of the neglected cabin, the wood groaning in protest against the weight of its own decay. Fear coiled around Whumpee's heart like a serpent, its icy grip tightening with every ragged breath.

The door creaked open, hinges protesting the intrusion. Whumpee's gaze darted towards the entrance, trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate hope for help.

Whumper's silhouette loomed in the doorway, a specter of nightmares giving form. His presence suffocated the air, tainting it with the stench of fear.

"Come," Whumper's voice slithered into the room, a serpent's hiss laced with promises of pain. "It's time to play." He said in a sing-song voice as if it was nothing but a mere child's play

Whumpee's heart hammered in his chest, a primal rhythm of terror. He knew escape was futile, trapped in the web of Whumper's twisted game. He slapped a hand to his mouth, trying not to make any noise and drown out his pathetic sobs.

Whumpee could hear whumper's steps coming closer to them as he shut his eyes tight wishing that the walls would somehow swallow him whole. It would be much better than what whumper would have in store for him.

He knew he never should have ran. He should have been good. Now he's going to get himself hurt all over again.

Whumper suddenly jumped up behind whumpee grinning at how the other flinched violently, his eyes widening in terror, to afraid to look at the sadist behind him.

Whumper grabbed whumpee's shirt lifting him up in the air. A task much easier than thought.

"Found you"

[writing-ideas-inc]

Angst Prompts

“I-i don’t remember. I keep trying to remember their face. Everyone keeps trying to remind me how much they cared about me. But I can’t remember.”

“There’s no need to apologize. I knew how my life would end a long time ago. I guess ... I just hoped I’d have a little more time.”

I thought when bad things happened, time slowed down. But to me, it felt fast. Too fast. Everything seemed to happen in a single second, as I watched my love fall to the ground, as I waited for a sign of life, and as I realized they would not get back up.

“You’re crying,” they said as they reached over and wiped away a few tears. “I guess I failed then, huh? You, at least, were supposed to stay happy. Who am I to think I can save the world if I can’t even save you?”

“Don’t let them take me,” the protagonist begged, reaching for their friend’s hand. Their friend took a step back and averted their eyes. “Sorry,” was the only response the protagonist got as they were suddenly yanked back and dragged away. 

Mod Carolyn @theories-fans-andwombats

[unforgivenn]

Villain hummed softly, his eyes fixeted on the glinting blade in his hand, as if it were an ancient artifact. With a deliberate slowness, he lifted his head just enough to catch the gaze of the hero, whose face had dropped in despair.

A small, twisted smile crept across the villain's lips as he wiped a trickle of blood from the knife's edge. "Every scream," he began, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down the hero's spine. The hero flinched at the sudden sound, their fear palpable in the air.

"Every tear." Villain continued, closing the distance between him and hero where they were tied up, helpless and at their mercy.

"Every single ounce of pain you endure" He put force into his words, suddenly gripping hero's jaw, forcing them to meet his gaze. The hero's frozen pale face bore with bruises, cuts and dried tears of previous tortures they endured from villain's hands.

"All of it that you endure" Villain murmured, his voice low and menacing. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the hero's ear, ensuring that every word he said cut through the silence like a blade.

"Only brings me closer to my ultimate victory"

[unforgivenn]

BLOODBOUND

CW: captivity, violence, blood, fear, and psychological distress.

The darkness was thick around Whumpee, suffocating, as he lay there, strapped to a chair, his wrists bound tight. Every breath he took felt heavy, laden with the scent of blood that filled the air, a potent mixture of terror and sickened anticipation as to what was to come for him. Though, he had a feeling he didn't want to know

The silence was suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on Whumpee, amplifying the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. Each beat seemed to reverberate through the room, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Every second stretched out like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing in the hollow chamber, a drumbeat of dread in the darkness only to be broken by the soft footsteps making the floorboard creak

Then, like a serpent slithering through the darkness, a voice cut through the silence, sending icy tendrils of fear snaking down Whumpee's spine. "You're going to enjoy this," it hissed, a sinister promise dripping with malice.

The vampire emerged from the shadows, his form a twisted silhouette against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. Blood-red eyes gleamed with unholy hunger, sharp fangs glistening in the darkness like daggers waiting to strike. Whumpee's breath caught in his throat, terror seizing him in its icy grip.

Whumpee's heart hammered against his chest like a trapped animal, desperate for escape. He tried to scream, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a choked whimper as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's neck.

"You're my little blood bag, aren't you?" the vampire whispered, his voice a twisted caress that sent shivers racing across Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee wanted to deny it, to defy him with every fiber of his being, but the fear held him captive, rendering him powerless. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood on his skin as he sobbed quietly, a silent plea for mercy.

The vampire chuckled darkly, a sound that chilled Whumpee to the core. "Such a delicious fear," he murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I can taste it on the air." His eyes suddenly glistened with a sinister gleam staring right at Whumpee's terrified face, reflecting the dim light in the room like shards of ice.

A whimper escaped Whumpee's lips as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's skin. The scent of blood grew stronger, mingling with the sickly sweet aroma of decay that permeated the room. Whumpee's stomach churned with revulsion, bile rising in his throat.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Let me go."

But the vampire only laughed, a sound devoid of warmth or mercy. "Oh, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You don't understand. You were never meant to leave this place."

Dread coiled in the pit of Whumpee's stomach, threatening to consume him whole. A sob tore from his throat as he closed his eyes tight, not sure if it were from fear or just from the much awaited anticipation that the vampire would devoid him of blood completely this time leaving him dead. Anything to leave this hell of a place.

The pain was unlike anything Whumpee had ever experienced, a searing agony that tore through him like wildfire, consuming him from the inside out. A guttural cry escaped his lips, torn from the depths of his agony, echoing through the darkened room along with body-wrecking sobs.

But beneath the pain, there was something else, something perverse and unsettling—a sickening pleasure that twisted his insides into knots.

Why did it feel like this? Why did his body betray him, responding to the vampire's touch with a sickening kind of euphoria?

"W-Why?" he gasped, the word torn from him as he managed to catch a breath, from the sobbing and screaming. "Why does it feel like-like this?"

The vampire's laughter filled the air, making Whumpee flinch violently. "Because, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "your body knows its place. It knows that you belong to me now."

Whumpee clenched his teeth, trying to stifle the screams that threatened to escape his lips, but it was futile. The vampire drank deeply, greedily, his lips pressed against Whumpee's skin like a lover's kiss, as Whumpee felt himself growing weaker with each passing moment.

He's nothing but a vessel to the vampire, a mere pawn in his twisted game of dominance and submission.

And as the darkness closed in around him, Whumpee couldn't help but let out one last single sob wondering if he would ever escape this nightmare alive, or if he would remain forever trapped in the vampire's web of darkness and despair.

[unforgivenn]

Hai a request for writing how about a whumpee that gets washed ashore by the river in a forest and someone finds them ( that someone can be either a whumper or stranger your choice :D )

CW: Isolation, betrayal, minor injuries, panic, desperation, false sense of security, abduction, drugging

Whumpee's figure lay motionless across the riverbank. The currents had carried them, like a fragile leaf in a storm, until finally depositing them gently onto the soft bed of moss and ferns.

The fresh breeze blew gently on their face as their eyes blinked open slightly, trying to figure out just what the fuck happened. They sat up coughing violently. With trembling hands, they clawed at their parched throat, desperate to expel the water that still lingered within.

But it wasn't just the water that sent shivers down their spine. It was the eerie silence that enveloped the forest, broken only by the distant whisper of the river. The usual cacophony of bird songs and rustling leaves was conspicuously absent, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation.

Whumpee looked down to see the small cuts and bruises on them that had formed during their little swim. They hissed slightly forcing themselves to stand up their survival instinct kicking in.

"H-Help! Someone! Plea-!" They were cut off from their shouting by the spluttering from their dry and hoarse throat that hadn't gotten water for god knows how long.

Whumpee's heart raced as panic surged through their veins like wildfire. The realization of their isolation sank in like a heavy stone, pressing down upon them with suffocating weight. Each labored breath felt like a desperate plea echoing into the void of the silent forest.

Disoriented and vulnerable, they stumbled forward, limbs trembling with exhaustion and fear. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath their feet, sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through their battered body. The forest seemed to close in around them, its towering trees casting sinister shadows that danced mockingly upon the forest floor.

Tears blurred Whumpee's vision as they frantically scanned the treeline, searching for any sign of salvation amidst the oppressive silence. But there was no one—no comforting voice to answer their cries, no friendly face to offer solace in the face of their terror.

And then, just when Whumpee's resolve began to falter, they heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth. Their head snapped behind him to see a person, an actual man.

Whumpee squinted their eyes, blinking them for a while to make sure they weren't hallucinating before they broke down in wracking sobs stumbling over to the figure.

"P-Please" Their voice sounded high-pitched as they gasped for breath between cries.

The man walked towards Whumpee looking down at the younger person. His gaze was calculating, boring into whumpee's tear-filled eyes. Whumpee could feel that they were almost judging them.

Whumpee knew they looked absolutely pathetic on the layer with torn clothes and cuts in a state of broken sobs. But as the man neared, Whumpee's hope turned to horror. The calculating gaze bore into their soul, stripping away the façade of safety. In that moment, they knew—they were not the savior they had prayed for. The injection pierced their skin like a dagger, the venom of betrayal coursing through their veins.

As consciousness slipped away, Whumpee's last sight was the mocking smirk of their assailant, their fate sealed in the darkness that closed in around them.

[unforgivenn]

THE ENDLESS NIGHTMARE (I didn't know what else to name itಥ_ಥ)

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Bringing back Caleb and dominic :3

Caleb sat in the dark, dank room, the heavy air pressing down on him. His head pounded, a relentless, throbbing ache that seemed to echo the turmoil within his mind. Though the room was stiflingly warm, he shivered, his skin clammy and sweaty. He'd lost track of how many days he'd been in this hell, how many nights he'd spent drifting in and out of feverish nightmares.

He couldn't take it anymore. The isolation, the pain, the constant fear. It was too much. He could hear the whispers of his own thoughts, mocking him, driving him to the brink. Caleb pulled his knees to his chest, trying to make himself as small as possible, trying to disappear. He squeezed his eyes shut wishing that somehow he would end up back at home and that all of this was just horrible nightmare. You know how sometimes you get dreams that feel so unbelievingly real only to wake up with your head on the soft cushions? Caleb wished just that. But the darkness behind his eyelids was no better than the darkness of the room.

"P-Please," he whispered to no one. "Please, I-I can't-.. I-i can't do this anymore."

The door creaked open, and Caleb's heart skipped a beat. He knew who it was before he even saw him. Dominic. The man who had brought him to this place, who had stripped away everything that made him feel human.

Dominic stepped into the room, his presence like a cold gust of wind. He looked down at Caleb with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. "Caleb," he said, his voice smooth and detached as if he hadn't just snatched away someone's freedom. "How are we feeling today, kitten?"

Caleb didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was raw, his voice a mere rasp. Instead, he just stared at Dominic, his eyes pleading, begging for some shred of mercy.

Dominic crouched down, his face now level with Caleb's. "You're looking worse than usual," he said, almost conversationally. "I guess the fever's not helping, is it?"

Caleb's thoughts were a chaotic mess. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to make Dominic feel even a fraction of the pain he was in. But even his body betrayed him, too weak to even move. All he could do was sit there, shaking and helpless wishing he didn't look as pathetic as he felt.

Dominic reached out and placed a hand on Caleb's forehead, as if checking for a temperature. The touch was cold, clinical, devoid of any compassion. "You're burning up," he said, almost to himself. "We can't have you dying on me now, can we?"

Caleb's mind screamed at the injustice of it all. He didn't care anymore if he died. Death would be a release, a way out of this nightmare. But Dominic wouldn't allow it. He needed Caleb alive, needed his suffering to continue.

"Please," Caleb managed to croak. "Just... let me go."

Dominic's eyes hardened, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let you go? Oh, Caleb, where's the fun in that? You're not ready to leave just yet. We still have sooo much more to do."

Caleb's vision blurred with tears. He felt himself slipping further into despair, the last fragments of his sanity crumbling away. How much more could he take? How much longer could he survive?

Dominic stood up and walked to the corner of the room, where a table was laden with various instruments of torture. He picked up a syringe and filled it with a clear liquid. "This will help with the fever," he said, approaching Caleb once more. "We can't have you losing your mind completely, now can we?"

Caleb flinched as the needle pierced his skin, the cold liquid spreading through his veins. He felt a brief moment of relief, the fever easing slightly, but it was short-lived. The weight of his situation crashed down on him again, heavier than ever.

As Dominic watched him, Caleb's thoughts turned dark. He imagined all the ways he could end it, end the pain, the suffering. But Dominic would never let him. He was trapped as a prisoner to Dominic's twisted whims.

The room spun around him, the edges of his vision darkening. He felt himself slipping away, his mind retreating into a merciful, numbing oblivion. As he drifted off, he heard Dominic's voice, a sinister lullaby.

"Sleep well, kitten. We'll continue our fun tomorrow."

Caleb's last thought before the darkness took him was a desperate, silent plea. Please Let me die.

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“DO YOU KNOW HOW GODDAMN HARD IT IS HAVING A CRUSH ON SOMEONE AND NOT BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH THE ONLY PERSON YOU WANT TO TALK TO IT ABOUT BECAUSE ITS ABOUT THEM???” “YES. I DO. I ABSOLUTELY DO ITS HORRIBLE TRUST ME I KNOW”

Ava had been in love with her best friend, Lisa, since the day they met in high school. She had always kept her feelings a secret, fearing that it would ruin their friendship. But as they grew older and moved away to college, Ava found it harder and harder to keep her emotions bottled up.

One day, Ava couldn't take it anymore and confided in Lisa. "Do you know how goddamn hard it is having a crush on someone and not being able to talk about it with the only person you want to talk to it about because it's about them?" she complained.

Lisa just looked at her, her expression unreadable. "Yes. I do. I absolutely do. It's horrible, trust me, I know," she replied.

Ava's heart raced as she wondered if Lisa had figured out her secret. But as the days went by, nothing changed between them. They still hung out, talked, and laughed like they always had.

Years later, Ava still thought about Lisa and what could have been. She realized that sometimes, the hardest part of love is not being able to say what you feel when you should have.

It wasn't until years later, when Ava was engaged to someone else, that Lisa finally confessed her own feelings for her. Ava was shocked but elated, realizing that Lisa had been harboring the same feelings for her all along.

But by then, it was too late. Ava was committed to someone else, and Lisa was left with the pain of unrequited love. The two drifted apart, unable to reconcile their feelings for each other with the reality of their lives.

Years later, Ava still thought about Lisa and what could have been. She realized that sometimes, the hardest part of love is not being able to say what you feel when you should have.