#angst time!

[goddessofbees]

Angst time For JayRena :D

[hello-sweetheart]

Dustin and Eddie who become actual brothers when Wayne and Claudia marry.

Steve being high low key jealous cuz he always considered Dustin like a pseudo brother but now he has an actual brother and they share similar interests, they get along, they squabble sure but in the end of the day it’s all love and belonging

And Steve is like a stray cat outside in the rain looking in at the cozy family gathered at the dinner table

He’s so happy that Dustin is happy, but their time together is limited now that his family has grown. and when they do have time he hears all about how Eddie is so cool, how his mom has never been happier, how she loves Eddie, how Wayne doesn’t mind his science rambles, how Eddie is such a great DM—

Of course he gets invited, he’s Dustin’s friend he still is he’s still here but that doesn’t mean he feels like he’s part of their family, their home.

Steve’s just the friend at the dinner table, the polite boy who offers help wash the dishes, who leaves at the end of the night with left overs. The guest.

And Eddie? Eddie who mistrusts this boy, who fits the mold of jock so perfectly that he’s baffled when he finds that there’s more to him… he takes an interest in this regular Saturday dinner guest of theirs…

[vanillyeee]

ALMOST - Kageyama haikyuu

♪ PLAYING ` let down - radiohead

You waited for him outside the gym, the winter air biting at your fingers even through your sleeves. Practice had run late again you could hear the squeak of shoes and the sharp echo of volleyballs through the doors. You told yourself you didn’t mind. You always told yourself that.

When the doors finally swung open, the team spilled out in a wave of laughter and steam. Kageyama was in the middle of them, head down, hair damp, muttering something about a set he wanted to redo tomorrow.

He didn’t see you at first.

He never saw you at first.

“Ah—Kageyama,” you called, lifting a hand.

He blinked, startled, like you’d appeared out of nowhere. “Oh. You’re still here.”

Still.

The word hit harder than it should have.

You forced a smile. “You said we could walk home together today.”

His expression flickered recognition, then guilt, then something like frustration at himself. “Right. I… forgot. Practice went long.”

“It’s okay,” you said automatically, even though it wasn’t. Even though you’d been replaying that promise all day like it meant something.

He shifted his bag on his shoulder. “I can walk you now.”

But the team was already calling him “Kageyama! We’re grabbing food!” and he hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough.

You stepped back before he could decide. “It’s fine. Really. You should go with them.”

He frowned. “But I said—”

“It’s not a big deal,” you cut in, softer than you meant to. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You didn't wait for his answer. You turned letting the cold swallow the heat in your face. Behind you, you heard him take a step like he might follow… then stop.

He didn’t call your name.

He didn’t run after you.

He just let you go.

And somehow, that hurt more than if he’d said nothing at all.

[sunfloweraro]

LUtober 2025 Day 22: Burden

Warriors has been feeling like a burden lately.

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He could not stop messing up. It had started with a missed strike against a moblin that had led to Wild taking a terrible knock to the head. Warriors could still see his brother collapsing, boneless, to the ground, all because of his ineptitude. Then it had been striking Legend while within the throes of a nightmare, followed by getting in Wind’s way during their next battle, earning him a silent treatment that had lasted several days already. He had tried to help Wild cook to apologise, only to ruin dinner with too much monster extract. He had tried to apologise to Legend, only to receive a scoff and dismissive wave. Wind would not acknowledge him.

He had never meant to be the weak link in their chain, but that was what he had become. A burden, weighing them down, getting in their way.

He needed to do better, to be better.

Warriors stopped sleeping. The least he could do was take up more night shifts so those who contributed were well-rested, and the pats on the shoulder he earnt for his efforts helped lift the heaviness in his chest a little. But Wind still would not speak to him.

Warriors pushed himself to train harder. While they all enjoyed breakfast, he found a clearing nearby and went through his drills, over and over, until his palms bled and his muscles shook and he could no longer hold his sword. Then, he would wrap bandages around his hands, push himself to his feet, and return in time to pack up and leave. Wind smiled at him.

It still wasn’t enough. He fell in battle, and Sky had to protect him.

No matter how hard he tried, how hard he trained and pushed himself to be better, he would never be anything more than a burden. All his efforts, his work, it was never good enough; he was never good enough.

But Warriors could not give up. He would push himself until he broke, until he stopped making mistakes, until he could protect his group like he was meant to.

Until he stopped being a burden.

[swablubirb]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Warframe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pre-Drifter/Eleanor Nightingale Characters: Drifter (Warframe), Eleanor Nightingale, The Hex (Warframe) Additional Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, non-linear recovery, Pining, Unreliable Narrator, POV Second Person, pre-techrot encore, Canon-Typical Character Death (Warframe), Identity Issues, names have power, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, maladaptive coping mechanisms Series: Part 5 of all rivers find their way to the sea, eventually Summary:

"Your weapons make music, and the enemy calls for a song."

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Even after changing fate, things aren't so easy. With the arrival of new feelings come old problems and dubiously helpful solutions.

(how hard could making the Duviri Dax weapons without parts from Duviri be, really?)

[dayasan]

📷 Magna Fortia en route to Cartanica, Succarpe

The silence made the room so full that there was no space for words to fit

[lordviridis]

Accomplishment

Prompt: Accomplishment  Rating: G Characters: Ratoa Sey (Hero of Tython)

Becoming a Jedi Knight was a great accomplishment. It was also an honour and promise of duty. A great responsibility and a burden. All of that symbolised by a lightsaber and a cut braid. Ratoa still had his. Even after all these years he carried it with him in a small wooden box. 

These days it felt more of a mockery than anything else. He shouldn’t call himself a Jedi anymore. He had fallen. Left the Order. Snuck out in middle of the night. Sought out his sworn enemies. All of that just in hopes of destroying Vitiate. He had taken everything from him. 

Ratoa picks the braid from the box. The burned edge reminding him of where Master Shan had cut it several years back. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Perhaps it was. The slippery braid falls from between his fingers. He buries his head in his hands, the box clattering on the floor.

Saving Tython, killing Vitiate. It all felt like it had been for nothing. Vititate was still alive. He had destroyed Ziost. It was only a matter of time before he did it again. Who knew what planet could be next. He hadn’t been able to stop Ziost. He didn’t how to stop whatever would happen next. 

The Sith seemed almost as clueless as he was. Or they didn’t trust him with the information. He had thrown everything he had achieved away and they couldn’t even trust him with what little they knew. 

He was so tired and exhausted. All he wanted was to sleep.

[kalijhomentethi]

DARLING YOU ARE MY ANGEEEEEEEEEL