#cw angst

[hunnytoastt]

If you want to feel bad imagine Cassie in early recovery.

Genuinely can't get through it because it hurts too badly.

[cruel-hiraeth]

soulmate au with childe where the abyss corrupted his soul mark. under normal circumstances, your marks would be a perfect match, and you could live together happily. but since his is tainted, there’s a catch: as he spends more time with you, his mark slowly spreads across his body like cancer; if he stays with you, it will kill him.

[hunnytoastt]

CW: Happy family angst!

Trinity, who loves you and cares about you so deeply that she has no idea how to respond when you're pushing her away. Trinity who has always been the one to pretend she's not attached so she sees right through everything you're doing. Trinity who can't help but become angry when all she wants to do is take care of you. Trinity who feels scared she's losing you. Trinity who's starting to feel like too much again. Trinity who doesn't know how to fix it. Trinity who needs to fix it.

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Reader who is terrified that feeling this loved will make it hurt even more when everyone gets tired of them. Reader who is trying to take control but feels so helpless. Reader who wishes the anger they elicit in others was apathy. Reader who thinks suffocating in the pain is easier than asking for help. Reader who is scared to lose their family. Reader who is scared they're too much. Reader who just wants the hurt to stop.

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Cassie who recognizes the same pain that used to burrow in her own chest. Baran who never lost touch with the fear of losing control. Cassie and Baran who have built a home with so much love. Cassie and Baran who will protect their babies from anything. Cassie and Baran who have to protect their babies from themselves. Cassie and Baran who are never leaving, no matter how hard you push them away.

A/N: some thoughts I have rattling around in my head while I work on making this a fic. Not my usual stuff so stay with me, lovelies.

[liololli]

Sonar x Reader angst

The two start dating and Reader makes Sonar promise them that he won't do drugs anymore.Things go well for a while and then Reader finds out that Sonar has been doing drugs behind their back,they get into a fight and Reader feels like they can't trust him anymore.Sonars heartbroken cause he fucked up and potentially ruined one of if not the best relationship he's ever had.

What about angst that becomes happy? Or whatever you would use to describe it.

Sonar would straight up be so committed when he sees you're serious. He's going to beg you to be together again, but he knows that he fucked up big time and that you have no reason to trust just his words.

He would try to prove it to you by actually joining rehab. He understands if you don't want to visit him, but he would like Malevola to give you updates on his progress, which she would have done anyway.

Once he's out, he would still want to get back with you again, but not wanting to force you into anything. He wants to see you again, sure he got sober for you, but he's learning to also do it for himself, and he wants you to know that.

It's up to you whether you want to just stay friends, or maybe even have a trial basis of a romantic relationship, but he will be damn sure whatever you choose, he will prove himself to you.

Not to say that he relies on you, but you are a huge part of his journey to get sober, and he's not sure if he ever could have started it without you. So the fact that you choose to stay with him in any way has given him all the reason to pull his weight to keep whatever relationship you have going.

The moment that may seal the deal for you is when he gets tempted again at a party that he would never usually want to leave. Instead of going back to old habits, he manages to call you instead, asking if he could come over.

[snugglebugs]

Mayhaps throughout the series Scott would progressively start spending more and more time regressed as the trauma starts to pile up with every life game.

Like you said in 3L he barely regresses at all because he needed to be big and helpful to Jimmy, but also because he COULD be big, it was a lot more intentional back then, he only really regressed on his own time but then Jimmy dies first and that all changes, he starts going down against his will which has never happened before and he can’t get OUT of it. (There’s also the evil alternative where Jimmy’s death is actually what causes Scott to start regressing in the first place, which Jimmy never realises he’s lowkey responsible for and still makes fun of Scott for it in later games)

And it gets progressively worse from there, he’s more dependent on Pearl in Last Life, and then more dependent on Cleo in Double Life- and then Limited Life happens, his cg starts triggering his regression on purpose, then betrays him at the end oh and tnt was constantly falling from the sky. After that it just gets so out of his control. Gem, whose new to the games only really knows Scott as a much more vulnerable version of himself that spends at least half the time in secret life small and can only wonder why someone like him- even if he IS clever and dependable, would be picked for a death game.

By the time Past Life comes around he spends more time small than he does big and something that he previously did as a passive escape that most other players didn’t even know about becomes what he’s known for. Not his intelligence, or his loyalty or his charisma but a product of his trauma. these keep getting longer and longer im sorry 😭 I’ve been so enfevered recently by vscott and lsscott angst specifically I hope you don’t mind 🐝

OH MY GODD. JIMMY'S DEATH BEING WHAT TRIGGERS SCOTT'S INVOLUNTARY REGRESSION AND JIMMY, OBLIVIOUS TO THIS, MAKING FUN OF HIM FOR IT DESPITE HIM BEING THE CAUSE IS GENIUS AND FOUL AND EVIL OMGG

scotts clever and he's smart and he's charismatic and endlessly kind. he's so many things and should be known for so many things but instead of being renowned for his wit or compassion he's simply sanded down to his trauma response. he'll always be defined by his lowest moments and he hates himself for it. people slowly starting to treat him like a kid even when he IS big because they expect him to be small and that only really exasperating the issue of him always being small when they always treat him like hes small ,,,

these keep getting longer and longer im sorry 😭 I’ve been so enfevered recently by vscott and lsscott angst specifically I hope you don’t mind 🐝

I DONT MIND !!!!! I LOVEEEE WHUMP AND SCOTTS MY FAVE CHARACTER SO I ESPECIALLY LOVE SCOTT WHUMP. theres not enough whump in the agere community I NEED MORE AGERE WHUMP INJECTED STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS NEOWWWW

[melodramaticmatter]

Being important to someone requires you to be someone, yourself.

At the root of love, this is the issue. And other terrifyingly desperate, mortal shit. Expectation. Faith.

Ghost never wanted to be important to another person, ever again.

Expectation to be something more than a specter. Expectation to stay alive. The responsibility of another person's string tied to the empty ribcage of his skinless bones was never supposed to happen.

It was forbidden, in fact. But forbidding only does so much.

Which is why Simon stopped talking, altogether, after Johnny. This was a compromise he made with Ghost, who suggested he stop breathing, instead.

But Ghost hadn't been the only man with a say for a long time. Simon has been there, reanimated, mortal desperations and all. He had someone to stay for, again. Until he didn't.

Once you love something back alive, you cannot just disappear it.

Unlike a spectar. Simon remains- in a half conscious, rotted manner of a man. Living alone in a Scottish cottage he bought with discharge money. Hunched over a backyard fireplace, drinking scotch out of a mug.

He haunts himself. He is a sob of a noise, stuck in his own throat.

It would be pathetic if there was anyone left to care.

Ghost lets the embers dance for one beautiful moment, only. Beauty is a danger best disrupted. A metal stick does the job.

He hasn't spoken for 2 years.

[accreditedcondolences]

cw : incest , noncon kissing | read on ao3 | masterlist

Your gentle footsteps patter up the stairs, arms full with your little brother’s favourite snacks. Ever since you returned from your school trip in Shibuya, your Rin had been acting strangely.

You figured it was the weather — he always went into some sort of hibernating state when winter hit. Still, it was definitely strange. He’d still make time and have the energy to go play soccer, yet he hadn’t left his room in about two days. It worried you deeply.

Your elder brother Sae had also coincidentally returned on the day before you returned. You hadn’t gotten the chance to see him, and your texts to his number had went unread or replied to. He’d grown so… distant. It stung, of course. The three of you used to be so tightly knit together.

Just as you are about to reach the door to his room, the door clicks open. Out steps your little brother, looking like he’d just slept through the entire day.

He turns to you the moment you pause, and his breath hitches. He opens his mouth, but no words dare to leave the tip of his tongue. He just stares at you blankly, eyes wide like saucers.

Your maroon hair, near identical to Sae’s, sits upon your shoulders nicely, the front cropped around your jaw like how Sae’s would be. Your expression shifts, and Rin continues to observe you.

Your eyebrows relax, thicker than his own, so similar to your elder brother. Your aquamarine irises have the same intensity Sae would have. Even the way your mouth twitches reminds him of Sae, Sae, Sae. It’s always going to be Sae, isn’t it? Your face warps in his hazy vison, your eyes sharpening oh-so slightly, brows furrowing, your lips falling back into a straight line. You look just like Sae.

“Nii-chan?” Rin breathes, stepping forward. You misinterpret his words, having heard nee-chan instead. “Yeah, it’s me.” You smile, and his heart stutters. “Brought some stuff back for you. They’ve got new editions of that popsicle you really liked as a kid, and those matcha KitKats. I also bought green tea so we could make some Shibuya-style ochazuke…”

Your smile is all he wants to see for the next few days. It’s enough comfort to get him going again, like nothing ever happened on that snowy night. He can pretend like you are his nii-san, and that his nii-san still loves him as much as you do.

He stumbles towards you and your smile falls, concern blending into your joy. “Rin? What’s wrong?” You ask, but he interrupts you by taking your wrist, uncaring of the snacks falling onto the floor.

He cradles your palm, snuggling his face into the warmth of your flesh. “You love me, right, nii-chan?” He mumbles into your skin, his eyes glossed over as they catch yours, staring intently. “Do I still make you vomit? I was wrong, nii-chan. Y’re still the brother that I share a dream with. Please, forgive me.”

He leans closer, and you can now feel his warm breath on your skin. His bottom lip is trembling and he looks like he’s about to burst into tears regardless of your answer.

“Rin— I, uh, I— sorry, I’m just— Rin, I’m not Sae.” You splutter, trying to free yourself from his touch. You hear him sniffle, his expression falling. You continue anyway. “S-so don’t talk to me like I am. I.. I get that you miss him and all, and I do too. He.. what did he say to you, that made you say all of that?” You ask.

“What? No..” Rin trails off, still gazing into your soul in that way that makes you think he must be smoking something. “No.. no, nee-chan. Nothing. He said nothing.”

His gaze drops to your lips, and your heart drops all the way to your ass in the same manner. You try to lean back before he leans in, but he catches you before you can escape. “Rin—!” You squeal as he captures your lips desperately.

He kisses you with so much desperation, it’s the only thing that keeps you still. He licks into your mouth in a way that tells you he has close to zero idea of what he’s doing. It might as well be his first kiss, and the thought of you taking something like that from him scares you endlessly.

You shove him away with all the force in your body, panting for air. “Don’t— don’t do that again, Rin.” You glare at him, and the steel in your eyes completely shatters him.

“Please don’t look at me like that, nee-chan.” He steps forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding your rigid frame against his own. He smells faintly of body shampoo and bedsheets. “It— This should be okay, right? It’s okay for us to kiss, nee-chan. You’re a girl, and’m a boy. It’s so normal. I’m not kissing Sae, I’m kissing you. ‘Just want you to love me.”

“I do love you, Rin. Just… just not like this.” You breathe, swallowing as you look away from his pitiful expression. “It’s not— it’s not okay for us to kiss, okay? It’s not normal. I’m your sister, Rin. We can’t— It’s fucking illegal!” Frustration seeps into your words, yet you immediately soften when he looks at you with near-heartbreak in his aquamarine irises.

“It’s not illegal, nee-chan. I looked it up. It’s okay, as long— as long as we’re adults, it works,” he reasons with you.

You shake your head, staring at him in shock. Was he being serious right now? Is he genuinely trying to reason with you? “You.. you looked it up?! No.. no, Rin, no. We’re not adults, and you don’t know what you’re talking about. Just… enough, Rin. No more.” You untangle yourself from his embrace, and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him.

You pick up the snacks from the floor in silence, trying to act like he isn’t just standing there. When you turn your back on him and leave, he feels his stomach tie itself into knots.

Rin feels angry. So angry, he can’t even put it into words. But he’s sad too. More sad than anything he could possibly feel right now. All he wanted is for you and Sae to love him, but in the end, all he did was push the both of you away with his lame, naive self. How much worse could this possibly get?

[lvmimis]

it's crazy how the "if only there was someone out there who loved you" is a line from fucking Frozen bc ngl that would be killer angst after a sexual encounter with someone who you pined after and who didn't take you as anything more than a plaything