#angsty tuesday

[snail-day]

It’s hard to argue with Suguru.

Not like it is with Satoru, who fights loud, two tempers crashing, both of you saying things you don’t mean but at least saying something. At least with Satoru, everything’s out in the open. Honest. Even when it hurts.

Suguru is different.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t combat your words. He just... tightens. Folds inward. Smiles a little too tightly, makes your coffee just the way you like it, overplans your days to “help.” He does everything for you, but never with you. He says he wants peace. Harmony. Love. At first, it felt like being cherished. Now it feels like you’re being caged. Never actually tells you what’s wrong. He’ll go passive-aggressive, clean the entire kitchen in silence, disappear into his thoughts for hours while insisting he’s fine. He’ll bottle everything up until you’re the only one spilling over. Until you look like the one who’s too much.

You try to bring it up - you try. That you feel smothered. That he never talks to you. That his silence makes you feel like you're the only one bleeding while he stands there pretending he’s not even scratched.

But he doesn’t respond. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even look at you. Just sits there, staring at the floor, leg bouncing, fists tight on his lap like it physically pains him to have this conversation. You hate raising your voice. But you feel like you’re screaming into a void.

And when you finally slam the bedroom door shut, frames rattling, it’s not because you’re angry. It’s because he stopped trying. He stopped meeting you halfway. Stopped seeing you.

He doesn’t follow, just sits there, biting back the tears. Biting down the words he wants to say but doesn’t know how. “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. Please tell me how to fix this.” But nothing comes out.

Because if he lets the fire out, he’s afraid there’ll be nothing left.

Hours later, when the house is dark and your breathing’s turned soft in the guest room, he creeps in. Picks you up carefully, warm palms slipping underneath you. Carries you back to your shared bed. You stir, but don’t wake, and he thinks maybe that’s a blessing.

Pulls you close, tucks you against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he’s trying to glue the pieces back together without you noticing. Then, quietly, he cries. Doesn’t sob. Doesn’t shake the bed. Just lets the tears roll down his cheeks, one by one, into your hair. His fingers curl tightly into your shirt. His chest rises and falls with the kind of grief he’s never spoken aloud.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, again and again, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I make it so hard to love me. I’m sorry I keep breaking things. I don’t know how to stop.”

You don’t move. Maybe you’re still asleep. Maybe you’re pretending.

He doesn’t mean to cry. He’s so careful, always so careful, with you, with the house, with the weight of everything he carries but never speaks about. But when he lays you down in the bed, when you shift just slightly and curl instinctively toward him even in sleep, something in him buckles. Brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingers. The pad of his thumb drags gently beneath your eye, wiping away the last of your tears, but his own are already falling.

His broad shoulders start to shake, just barely, like he’s trying to hold even his grief in check. A soft, broken breath leaves him, one he bites down on so hard it sounds more like a choke than a sob.

“I don’t know how to keep you,” he whispers, voice raw. “I don’t know how to stop ruining it.” Closing his eyes, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. Tries to breathe you in like you’re still his. Like he hasn’t already pushed you too far.

“I just wanted to make it perfect. I thought if I could just... if I could make everything perfect, then maybe you'd stay. That nothing would go wrong.”

He swallows another sob, muffles it into your skin. Every apology he didn’t say earlier pours out in pieces now, scattered and soft and full of everything he buried beneath that calm mask.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to talk. I’m sorry I make you feel small. I just - ” his voice breaks again, “ - I was so scared. I’m always scared.”

He thinks you’re asleep. Thinks you don't feel the way his strong body trembles. Doesn’t know you’re awake now, barely breathing, listening to the truth he only speaks in quiet moments. You realize he’s not trying to control you out of malice.

He’s just a man surrounded by love, who never actually learned how to love.

[sinistershepherd]

HOMOPHOBIC PARENT DROPS OFF THEIR TRANS KID AND THEY KEEP DEADNAMING AND MISGENDERING THY CHILD AND LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE (HI THIS HAS HAPPENED)

WHAT PLAYS OUT WITH THE BOTH OF THE BOYOS?????

FIRST OF ALL THIS IS NOT OKAY AND HONESTLY??? WHY HAVE A KID IF YOU AREN’T GOING TO SUPPORT THEM???? ANYWAYS-

Sun and Moon would immediately have the BIGGEST eyes on that parent. They would be staring them down like a confrontation in a western movie.

The first thing they’d probably notice is how uncomfortable the child is. It would be fairly obvious, saying that the kid would probably have that look that says “that’s wrong but I’m too scared to correct you” and that sends off a LOT of red flags for both the brothers.

Sun would deal with the parent, since he is the one with more patience- at least, enough to tolerate the parents ignorance without instantly breaking their neck instead. Moon would lead the kid away, murmuring reassurances the entire way. Depending on if the child would like to shake it off and play with the others or cling to Moon for comfort, he would act accordingly.

First off, Moon would ask the kid if their parents KNOW they’re trans.

If they say yes, Moon will become livid, but still transfer this information over to Sun via their internal network link.

If they say no, then Moon will ask how the kid thinks the parent would respond. Since the parent is transphobic in this scenario, the child would obviously say that they probably wouldn’t react well. This would worry Moon, but he likely wouldn’t comment any further as to not make the child more nervous.

Meanwhile, Sun would speak as calmly to the parents as he possibly could, despite his brewing anger.

“So you know [chosen name] is [gender]? Why do you call [gender] by [gender’s] deadname then, might I ask?” The Solar animatronic would ask politely.

The parent would probably reply in a very condescending tone with words that would only further their decent on Sun and Moon’s ‘good noodle’ list. After gathering the parent’s excuse, Sun would excuse himself and tell the parent that they will take it from here.

Moon has since begun to comfort the child, wishing there was more he could do. The most reassuring thing he could come up with in this situation would be to assure the kid that their gender and name would always be respected within the daycare walls.

Sun would agree.

Just to spite the parent, they would always say:

“Who’s [deadname]? We don’t have anyone by that name that goes here…”

When the parent asks for their child by the wrong name.

Sadly, that is just about as far as it could go by legal regulations. If there is abuse involved, then that would be another story. Their only hope is to make the kid as comfortable as they can when they’re in the daycare :)

[idiot-sl-oth]

I wi infact ask a thing tmr sorry I haven't been doing that lately, t'was not a fun few months

[steddieangstyaugust]

Event Schedule!

Music Monday 🎵

Please Please Please, Let Me Get What I Want – The Smiths

Terrible Things – Mayday Parade

Careless Whisper – George Micheal

The Night We Met – Lord Huron

Teary Tuesday 🥺

"Who did this?"

"Please, stay?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

"I thought we agreed it was over."

Wordy Wednesday ⌨️

Moonlight

Lake

Please

Tomorrow

Trope Thursday 🎭

Second Chance

Miscommunication

Childhood

Missing Scene

Future

Freaky Friday 🦇

Ghosts

Upside Down

Halloween

Skull Rock

Vampire

Speaking Saturday 🗣️

"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

“Where were you?”

"Keep breathing, please."

"Go, see if I care."

"I'm not going to beg you to love me."

Sobbing Sunday 😭

Angst with a Happy Ending

Temporary Character Death

Right Person, Wrong Time

Soulmates

Can't believe we're less than a month until the beginning of this event! This is the first event I've ever run and I'm so excited!! Stay tuned for the event rules post for extra details! In the meantime, I hope the prompts get those writing worms flowing!

Rules & FAQ

Ao3 Collection

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tenbaro buesday

[bekkachaos]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by the unbelievably talented @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 💕

from the angsty au (spiralling Eddie/addict Buck)

"Your fights," Buck said, breaking the silence without looking up at Eddie or ceasing his movements on the napkin. "That around the corner at the old warehouse on Merrick?"

Eddie blinked twice in quick succession as he stared back at him in surprise.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" he asked softly, waiting as Buck took another drink from his milkshake before sitting back and giving Eddie a shrug.

"I know a little bit about what goes on around here," he said. "Streets of LA aren't always the most respectable of places, depending on the crowd you know."

Eddie almost replied to say he wouldn't know much about that, but the evidence was written on his face in blue and purple and red. Respectable people didn't go around cage fighting on weeknights and getting suspended from their jobs.

"You ever been?" he said instead, and Buck shook his head.

"Never felt the urge to go watch grown men get sweaty and bloody," he said with a playful smirk on his mouth.

"You should come on Thursday," Eddie shrugged, ignoring his goading while Buck's eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Well have you got anything better to do?"

Buck scoffed and went back to his milkshake.

"Didn't think so," Eddie said, loud enough for Buck to hear and scowl over at him.

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[bitterkarmaa]

:-D

Eclipse. What would you do if Bloodmoon had got badly hurt? Or even died? Whatver force great enough to take them down. your sons. Would you mourn? Would you be angry?

He seems to pause, contemplating the question uneasily. Numerous scenarios come to mind. His claws tap over the table in front of him, expression twisting into a pained snarl. The mere thought of losing them seems to stir a maelstrom of emotions within him.

“They have been hurt before. How wouldn’t they? They’re reckless…quick to anger. Their nature in itself is dangerous to not only others, but themself, too.”

He spits the words out venomously, his fury merely a shield for the more tender emotions beneath.

“I’d be furious. Livid. There wouldn’t be anyone left untouched from my wrath.”

Then, his expression falls. The anger leaves his face as quickly as it came.

“They’re my boys. I promised I’d never leave them…I don’t intend to break it. They would never be alone, even if their body ceases to function. I don’t think I could live without them, really. A part of myself would die with them.”

He looks away, hiding his face in his hands. The tears that roll down his cheeks go unnoticed.

[puhpandas]

emotional 3 star fam + m.x.e.s arc where after they steal them they learn more about them and find out that they're a lot more sentient than they thought an antivirus from the late 70s would be and that m.x.e.s was built for one purpose to fight against the mimic, but it hasnt been able to fulfill that purpose in a long time after being left to rot all alone in that factory. 3 star took them to use them to be the mimics warden and everything already so theyre able to help m.x.e.s feel fulfilled again by it realizing its purpose again, and updating them so their outdated programming is new and shiny and the cobwebs are dusted off :)

[serbarris]

Me: im going to take a break from writing this weekend and you wrote loads this week and you're kinda busy, so just chill

Also me: plotted out nearly 30 chapters and has just thought of an absolutely devastating line for a chapter

[valorieravenchild]

When I tell you this S.O.B has me in a chokehold.

Lore below, cause I can't make little guys without giving them sad backstories.

Content warning, reader discretion is advised.

His name is Midos, no last name for as a demon born on the lowest end of the hierarchy he's no more than a slave and whore.

Anger takes hold early and festers until he becomes bitter and volatile until the day he murders he higher demon who brought him. He flees the scene but with the visual differenece in status and not a single thing to call his own he has nowhere to go and soon ends up forced into the House of General Sarius Mordisius against his will.

General Sarius has the reputation of being one of hells crulest generals and takes great pride in the title.

Though trapped and bound to a new master Midos refuses to hide fury any longer an threatens to murder Sarius like he did his former master, should he lay a finger on him. Sarius is instantly facinated, not only for the gall it takes to speak against a General, but also the intoxicating fire in his eyes that speaks for how serious he is.

Sarius doesn't touch him, but he does take full advantage of his status as a slave and quickly makes Midos his own personal one, forced to follow him everywhere and follow his every petty whim.

It all changes when another higher demon does try to force themselves on Midos.

Midos manages to fight them off long enough for Sarius to find out what's happeneing and interfere. The higher demon tries to protest his innocence, as Midos is no more than a slave. Before the demon has finished speaking Sarius kills them outright, creating a bloody mess before a drags Midos back home.

After that they slowly grow closer until Midos climbs the social ladder, despite his place in the hirearchy, and soon becomes Sarious' favorite concubine, a title he defends with bloody hands and fangs. He never loses his fire and anger, but Sarius makes it bearable.

Sarius never lays a finger on him until Midos asks for it and eventually he is only his concubine by status, and lover and equal when they are alone.

[angstigone]

I ain't doing too well in this period but seeing the first comment underneath a nino sarratore post being «omme de merda» did cheer me up a lot

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Angsty McSadface is nearly done! Huzzah and hurrah. Until then, enjoy a wee snippet.

He wanted to be with Eddie, in all the ways that mattered. He wanted nothing more than to say ‘fuck it’ to the universe, to the static under his skin, and give in to the need that curled low in his stomach every time he opened that front door. To pull Eddie towards him, cup a hand around his jaw, and see if his lips tasted anything close to what Buck imagined them to be. To feel the solid heat of Eddie’s body beneath his and know without a doubt that he was alive, that Buck was alive, and here, and present.

Because he felt like he was shaking apart when they weren’t together, and sometimes even when they were.

[sinistershepherd]

Post-fire? How are they (sillies) doin'? :] Awful? talkin to each other? All of the above and more? (/j) Is it like,, basically the DLC daycare part or do you think ab it differently? :0

I see it a bit differently. With Afton’s final defeat comes Moon’s freedom from the virus, and thusly that would enable him to speak with Sun as himself again, without the influence of the virus.

They would talk a lot about what changed and if any of Moon’s actions were actually his own- some of this may spark arguments, while other parts will bring understanding. For the most part, it’s just tense and awkward.

However, the fire would change more than just their outlook on each other. It would put into perspective that, technically, they can die. This would only further their anxiety and would most likely push them closer together.

I don’t really see Eclipse as their conjoined selves, and I don’t believe that someone as soft and gentle would come of them combining into one being. While the idea of Eclipse is nice, I just can’t imagine him as the middle ground without wanting to understand how he came to be the mediator, of sorts.

What if it’s a facade?

What if he only acts nice around kids?

What if Sun and Moon can’t interact with him, so he’s basically a wild card?

…what if he’s lonely?

[idiot-sl-oth]

I'm gonna be a tad bit late we have STAAR testing today cries

[starcurtain]

I, for one, think that Diluc should get to ascend to Celestia. Just once, you know, as a treat.

And then Celestia should make him the god of wine just to absolutely drive him batshit for the rest of eternity.

"Next person who asks me to bless their beer mug gets a 20% upcharge on their entire tab. Are you feeling brave?"

[lunastarhawk]

Don't try to fight the storm, you'll tumble overboard

Tides will bring me back to you

The waves will pull us under

Tides will bring me back to you