#there is angst galore

[cheescheesy]

let me share with you my thoughts from twitter 😇

#south park #sp #sp ships #creek #sp style #sp k2 #sp bunny #sp creek #kyman #stenny #stendy #cryde #wendy x bebe #and all the others #angst galore

[flash-bastardd]

"I'm sorry, whose funeral?"

"Guillermo's."

"What...? Guillermo...died?"

"Probably a couple decades ago now."

"H-How?"

"Old age I think is what he called it."

Nandor still decides to go into super slumber, too bad it's the biggest mistake of his life.

{Or where vampires greatly overestimate the life expectancy of humans}

I have written pain

#pining nandor #wwdits nandor #nandor pov fic #angst #no comfort #what we do in the shadows fx #wwdits #fanfiction #nandermo #wwdits guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #guillermo is dead #angst galore #no comfort from me #nandor the relentless #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #colin robinson #nandor x guillermo

[yesterdaysnewts]

because i had such a visceral reaction to finding out that chases first name is robert and i was like 'that fuckers not a robert' i am stuck in a perpetual state of just being like 'oh roberts his middle name and he goes by it bcos his mum gave him a czech first name bcos of his dad but we all fucking now how is relationship with his dad is so he started going by his middle name in his teens/young adulthood to seperate himself from him'

#and ontop of that i do believe his dad was against his mum giving him a czech first name #fucking angst galore in that family #please let this make sense #house md #robert chase

[mooni]

Sandcastles - lil Fundy drabble

As a kid, Fundy liked sandcastles.

He'd wait until Wilbur was distracted as if he was paying attention in the first place, then run out to the river, the one right by L'manberg with the sandy shores. Paws were careful as he shaped the most beautiful designs, walls and spires and stability, wall design akin to the same one that surrounded his country.

Sometimes he'd stay out till night, cutting his hands on shells and rocks hidden within the grains. But it was all worth it, wasn't it?

Each time Fundy left one there, he expected to return the next day to the same thing. Each time, Fundy returned to nothingness, the castle gone, everything blown away in the wind.

Each time, he repeated the process again. The building, the blind hope and devotion to something that meant nothing in the end, and the eventual letdown.

He still likes sandcastles.

#dsmp fundy #cfundy #c!fundy #dream smp #fundy #fundy angst #dreamsmp #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #drabble #just a ton of word vomit #wrote this at midnight running off sheer determination to fulfill my hyperfixation #metaphors galore

[sulliedsorrow]

every year on his birthday dazai sends him a wine bottle full of grape juice. he changes the labels and puts it somewhere where chuuya would see it immediately. attached is always some generic happy birthday card. chuuya drank it without thinking the first time and immediately spat it out because, surprise surprise, grape juice tastes like absolute shit. he immediately found dazai and poured the rest of it over his head. before his next birthday he changes his locks, but there it is on the 29th of april, nestled in a decorative basket full of fake flowers. he doesn’t bother the third year.

two minutes past midnight on the day of his 19th birthday, his doorbell rings. on the welcome mat is a familiar basket, and that godforsaken bottle of juice.

chuuya throws it at the wall and is silent as it shatters. he watches the purple seep into the wallpaper, the liquid dripping into the carpet. it’s weeks before the smell dissipates.

on his 20th he's almost expecting it. two minutes past midnight, a bell ringing, a bottle on his mat. he puts it in the fridge and doesn't touch it for months.

for his 21st he's prepared. he hides at the end of the hallway by the corner, watching and waiting. midnight comes. two minutes pass, then ten, then fifteen. at half past he gives up and enters his apartment again, only to find the basket sitting innocently on his couch.

his legs shake as he walks to it, and he startles when he sees a nondescript white card tied to the neck of the bottle. on it is written "always so predictable chuuya" with a crude smiley face drawn beneath the text.

chuuya breathes in deeply. he wants to scream, wants to break something, wants to smash the bottle and every bottle in his cellar and rip off the arms of his couch and tear down the plaster in his wall and shake dazai and ask him why.

instead, he goes to the fridge, and places the bottle next to the first. he doesn’t leave his apartment that day.

#my writing #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya's birthday has passed i know but the thought occurred to me #i wanted to write a fic with this concept like. two years ago but i never did #hashtag procrastination #i like thinking about the four years they were apart a lot #dazai #chuuya #bsd #as always this becomes longer than i initially intended #in another life this would have had a happy ending but i’ve been listening to the night we met so #angst galore

[captain-lessship]

Frozen Over Pt. 1

Summary: Young Snow eagerly wakes to a prestigious day. Guided by his grandfather, he learns to tie a tie, sharing a bond that extends beyond family. At the ceremony, an unexpected connection forms, bridging the gap between Capitol and District.

Trigger Warnings (Whole Work): Canon Typical Violence, Manipluation, Abuse, President Snow being President Snow, Eventual Character Death.

Content Warnings (This Chapter): Undertones of manipulation and co-dependency. Positive President Snow Talk.

You were cheerfully woken by a knock at your door, “Young Snow, it is time for you to be up.”

You all but flung yourself out of bed and rushed to your closet. You opened it to reveal a very well made outfit. A suit jacket in your signature color, well mare pants and your golden tie, dyed gold and faint gold threads littered it.

As you got dressed, you thought about the victor, Finnick Odair. How awesome it must be! To be the youngest person to win. You knew you would never be allowed to compete, maybe that’s why you were so impressed with Finnick. A boy only a year older than you had accomplished something you could only dream.

While lost in thought, you hadn’t realized that your grandfather had entered the room. He walked up behind you and put both hands on your shoulders, making you jump slightly.

“Are you almost ready?” He asked.

“I just have the tie left.”

He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror, “You have grown so much. I remember when you had to be helped.”

You laughed lightly, “Grandfather, I still can’t tie a tie. Not like how you do.”

He moved his hands from your shoulder, “You will need to learn that. You are almost a man.”

Your smile fell slightly, he instantly picked up on that. “Watch me do it. I will show and tell you how to.”

He took a spot beside you in the mirror, undoing his tie, “Start with the wide end of the tie on the left and the small end on the right.” He then pointed at where the wide end fell, “The tip of the wide end should rest at the top of your belt buckle. Only move the small end.”

You followed his instructions and looked at him ever so often, making sure you had it positioned right.

“Small end over the wide end to the left. Under the wide end and to the right. Up to the center, towards neck loop.”

You were always impressed by your grandfathers many skills. He always tied his ties this way for ceremonies. You were becoming just like him!

“Through the neck loop and to the left. Across the front, to the right. Then up into the neck loop from underneath. Down to the left and around the back of the wide end to the right. Keep this part loose.”

You couldn’t remember a time when your grandfather hadn’t been around you. In every memory, he was there. You knew that he was getting older and he wanted you to take over for him. And you were happy to do so. Then you would teach your son or grandson like how he had done for you. Like a never ending chain of Snow.

“Bring it across the front towards the left and through the last loop we made. Pull the small end towards the left to tighten. Up to the center, towards neck loop. Down through the neck loop and to the left.”

We? You and him? Best friends, more than a simple bond between Grandparent and Grandchild. You told him everything and he listened to you. He taught you many things and you remembered them.

“Up to the center, towards neck loop. Down through the neck loop and to the right. Keep this part loose. Across the front towards the left and through the loop made in the previous step. Pull the small end towards the left to tighten.”

You were one and the same. You were his favorite, you knew it in your heart. You were his first grandchild and your mother loved you siblings more so it evened out. It was you and him.

“And finally, tuck the rest of the small end behind neck loop on the left side.”

You beamed as you looked at your tie, it was just like his.

————

You were exceptionally nervous as you looked out at all the people who had gathered for the victory ceremony. Once again, the comforting hand of your grandfather came to your shoulder. “You need to do this. It is very simple. You walk up to them, smile, congratulate them and place the crown on their head.”

You could feel your heartbeat increase as you looked at the crown on the velvet pillow, golden interlocking sections that intimidated you.

“Are you ready?” He asked you. You nodded.

With shaky hands, you stepped forward, smiling out to the crowd as they cheered. They knew who you were. The cheers mellowed out as you picked up the crown and held it in both of your hands.

One last deep breath escaped you as you turned and walked to the blonde that had been staring you down: the victor, Finnick Odair. Fourteen years old. Still a child in so many ways. A twinge of pity came to your heart, knowing what went on in the arena.

Everyone knew what he had done.

Finnick stared into your eyes, he saw warmth. Like that of a sweater. He thought you were an angel. You didn’t look like the rest of the Capital citizens, you had a clean face and muted toned clothes but you radiated kindness. You didn’t know him and he didn’t know you; but it felt like friendship.

“Finnick Odair,” you said, a smile dripping into your words, “Congratulations and Thank you.”

He leaned slightly forward and let you place the crown on his head. “Thank you.”

You nodded as you stepped out of the way as to let the crowd see the victor.

#fanfic writing #fanfic #x reader #male reader imagine #male reader #friends to enemies #friend to lovers to enemies #the hunger games #the hunger games catching fire #president snow #coriolanus snow #snow!reader #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick odair x male reader #angst #romantic relationships #misunderstandings galore #was in my feels while writing this #declining relationship #grandfather and grandson relationship

[fluffypotatey]

Read a hanahaki shadowpeach au where it really does work where it only happens when it's unrequited. So wukong knew macaque had it in the past, but like nothing could be done. He just didn't love macaque that way. And in the present, suddenly macaque hanahaki goes away, so he knows wukong is in love with him now, and he gets so pissed about it

LMAOOOOO

i mean—

#LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #suckers #ngl i’d be pissed too #like where was this???? where was this before???? #what changed???? what made you come to this decision now???? #love it #angst galore #lmk #asks #shadowpeach

[softbewitcher]

when you’ve already tried your best but it’s still not enough.

#kingdom hearts #kairi #my art #fanart #kh #ending my art galore today with some kairi angst #someone pls give her a hug and tell her that she’s the best PLS

[aroacettorney]

do not let caseys sunshiness distract you from the fact that she is just as much emotionally constipated as ludger.

#academy's undercover professor spoilers #academy's undercover professor #casey selmore #the fact that casey has never told anyone including betty and terinna about delica/memory storming events is so wild to me #like girlie why r u suffering from all that by urself #ppl hating on casey for having negative EQ but that only reflects how much emotional support she usually gets from others #case in point: marias selmore #wouldnt surprise me if casey has never trusted to emotionally open up to anyone ever again when its her own family treating her like that #in her entire life casey is close to only 4 ppl but they are either: #1) her sister who historically sucks #2) bestie no. 1 who is almost always swarmed with work #3) bestie no. 2 who once again gave her trust and abandonment issues #4) bestie no. 3 who is not even a human but an automaton also learning how to deal with her own emotions #not to mention to maintain her reputation as a renowned detective she must have been neglecting her own emotional needs #casey selmore my beloved just because you dont look at it doesnt mean it is not there #casey tryna brush off her emotions after the memory storming and seek to solve the problem logically like a thinker she is but #she didnt realise that she was just delaying the inevitable and so the basara arc hit her like a truck + left her bedridden for a month 💀 #caseys apologies to ludger only really solved the problem on logical terms #but there is never any emotional closure between them bc they are both painfully emotionally constipated so back to suffering we go 💀💀💀 #lesson learnt from ludgercasey angst galore: stop trying to solve emotional problems with logics

[fahbev]

You know, a lot of fanfics have the batkids call Damian “demon” or “demon brat”. And I’m just wondering if anyone actually does call him that. In canon I mean. Do y’all know?

#Bc it does provoke angst thoughts #but I don’t wanna be demonizing characters for things they didn’t actually do iykwim #no pun intended #in fact I tried very hard to phrase that without using the word “demonize” but it wasn’t working #But like think about it #if that is an actual nickname #then it’s clearly a jab at his Al Ghul lineage/connection to the LOA #Which is something he’s worked really hard and sacrificed everything to reject #not to mention that one time he died and went to hell #Considering that in the dc universe you only go to hell if you think you deserve it?? #angst galore #But yk #first I wanna know if that’s even a real thing or not #damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #How do I tag

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Elain Confronts Rhysand

Snippet of the confrontation between Rhysand and Elain regarding Azriel, coming up in a few chapters. In the second half of this story, Elain is going to find some hellish agency and I can't wait for her thorns to come out.

Violet eyes met her own in a calculated calm laced with power.

“What I did,” Rhysand responded slowly, “was for the safety of this court. For the safety of you yourself-” 

Elain unleashed herself.

“You know NOTHING of me” she cried out across the room, her voice piercing the silence of the hall. It rang out clear and high.

“- of what tethers me to this realm.”

Feyre's hand moved to cover her mouth her shock, in response to hearing such a sound from Elain.

“He was my friend” The honesty, the emotion, in her tone, rippled through the room. Elain’s voice began to break at that thought, at the loss, at words never spoken.

“He was the only one, of all of you who saw,” the confession spilled out of her, the first time she had ever admitted it aloud. To Azriel. To herself even.

“He saw what I was,” she did not falter,

“Beneath it all, beneath the nightmare cauldron Made me into, he saw- ” she threw a wild hand behind her towards the shadowsinger.

Elain took in a great shaking breath, and brought her hand back to clutch her own heart.

“He found me in my darkest hour, and every day, every moment with him, brought me to light.”

She knew what she would say next. She looked into Rhysand’s violet eyes and pushed true intention into her gaze.

“You know what it is to share that with another.”

Elain turned her eyes to Feyre’s face, tears brimming her sister’s grey eyes as she listened, pain laced there.

Yes her gaze whispered to her sister, this hurts this hurts anyone who has ever felt such a thing.

Rhysand’s violet eyes finally flashed with a trace of quiet realization.

Elain could feel her voice breaking with emotion but she didn’t care.

“He was perfect to me,” almost a whisper,

my lovely, fragile, lethal belladonna

“and you took him from me like a thief in the night”

Rhysand parted his lips to say something but the loneliness and need and want that lingered within her for a year shook the walls.

“I have asked for nothing, nothing from anyone in all my life,” a breath, "except to have my own choice.”

The deafening need in her voice, the truth in that statement, that request, and how little it was to ask, hit Elain like a jolt to the heart. She felt it ring true throughout the room, and ache in the eyes of her entire family.

“It was the truest thing I have ever known” she whispered, knowing they could all hear.

“And you took it from me and made every moment ash in my fingers.”

Tears fell down her cheeks. Each one fell heavy, each weighted with truth. Elain could feel herself unravelling. But she would not break, not now with it all on the brink. So instead of unravelling, she steeled herself and allowed something cold, something like pity, to replace the sorrow in her eyes.

“how very little of love you must know to do such a thing." she said quietly.

Rhysand’s violet eyes guttered out and Elain knew she had won the battle.

How easy it was Elain thought in that moment.

How easy it was to bring a High Lord to his knees, not with any magic, not with any weapons, but with only the trueness of her own unblemished heart.

What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by ehoney on AO3

Multi-Chapter, Canon-Compliant, Updated every Monday.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #elriel #feysand #nessian #the night court #acotar fic #elain archeron #azriel #shadowsinger #rhysand #darkgarden #slow burn but worth it #my whole heart and soul is going into this story #angst and yearning and soft intimacy galore #elain is no wilting rose here #get ready for thorns #elriel month #pro elain

[inxamista]

She's Theseus, desperately searching for Ariadne. Scrambling in the dark to find that thread.

#my art #my fics #remy lebeau #gambit #rogue #x men #romy #romy angst galore #it's high time that you find out Rogue

[seiya-starsniper]

WIP Word Search Game

I AM 8 BAJILLION YEARS LATE WITH NO EXCUSES (that's a lie, I was sick so haven't written too much lmaoooooo) but thank you so much for the tags @five-and-dimes and @hardly-an-escape

My words are cold, warm, soft, hold, hurt and book, scare, red, hip, tree. Let's see what we've got!

Putting this under a cut because it got long!

Cold:

From an Untitled Dreamling Forced Marriage AU

Dream wishes he had tried harder to convince Robert to open their marriage. Then maybe he could have had someone else’s child, and taken the fall for an affair and run off, out of this cold, loveless place. But Robert had vehemently refused him even that small comfort, and Dream now finds himself hating his husband for it. Now he was trapped forever, with no escape. 

Warm:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

“Hey,” Hob greets warmly, breaking Dream out of his reverie and forcing him to reboot his brain. “Hob,” Dream says, cringing internally at how breathless he sounds despite Hob being the one breathing heavily at his door. If the other man notices, he doesn’t comment on it. “It’s bloody hot outside,” Hob replies. He runs a hand through his sweat soaked hair and Dream has to clamp his jaw shut before he blurts out something stupid like “it’s bloody hot inside too”.

Soft:

From the Untitled sequel to A Dream for a Viscount

He wakes to sunlight filtering through the windows, soft and gentle. Hob is snoring peacefully next to him, a rarity as he is normally an early riser while Dream prefers to sleep in. Dream’s last night of heat had been his most fervent, and he blushes when he remembers how desperately he had begged for Hob’s knot, had even begged the alpha to stay inside him until they both fell asleep. 

Hold:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

Dream doesn’t expect Hob to show up for their final session. He has every right not to. When he had left Dream’s apartment last week, Dream had buried himself in his work and his sketches. He obsessively stalked the man's social media accounts and downloaded dozens of photos to use a reference in case he needed them to finish his project. In case Hob decided to not come back. The photos don't hold a candle to the real thing though.

Hurt:

From the Untitled sequel to Break Me, Shake Me

Johanna explains to the group gathered who Dream is, and why he’s agreed to help them. Though many of the group regard him warily, as they should, they all fully accept that he's yet another person that's been irreparably hurt by Roderick. Dream wonders what it is they see when they look at him. Roderick has not left him with scars, nor starved him. But there must be something in his expression because Dream catches more than a few pitying glances. 

Book:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

“So are you going to let me see what you've done so far, or do I need to wait for the finished product?” Hob asks, settling himself back on the lounge and looking far too comfortable. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed, much to Dream’s chagrin. It’s not that he minds Hob’s company, but he’s so horny he might actually explode if Hob doesn’t dress and leave soon. “When I have something worth sharing, you will be the first to see it,” Dream replies, more curt than he'd intended. Hob doesn't seem bothered by his shortness though, he simply huffs in amusement before he stands and walks over to where Dream is sitting as he finishes some additional lines on his sketches. On instinct, Dream pulls his sketchbook close to his chest when Hob is close enough, and when he looks up, he finds himself staring at the most brilliant amber brown eyes he’s ever seen. He almost tells Hob to sit back down just so he can sketch them.

Scare:

Not found in any of my WIP documents (but I'm sure that'll change soon enough!)

Red:

Follow up to SnowBaz Dreamling shenanigans, requested by @bazzybelle

“ ‘m not drunk,” Morpheus insists. Hob snorts. “Sure, sure, and I had the queen of England over at my place this summer,” Hob jokes. “I’m serious!” Morpheus insists, huffing and puffing out his cheeks like a small child. It’s absolutely adorable, if not absolutely terrible for Hob’s balance. Morpheus’s cheeks and lips are both flushed cherry-red from the cold, the most color Hob’s ever seen on the other man since they met. It was a really good look on him. A very tempting look. “Pretty sure your boyfriend would agree with me,” Hob replies, reminding himself that no matter how cute and tempting Morpheus looked, Hob wasn’t a homewrecker. Even if Baz would have thanked him for him and written him a check for enough money to pay the rest of his rent and tuition for the rest of the year.  Morpheus furrows his brow. “Boyfriend?” he asks in a confused state. “What boyfriend?”

Hip:

From the Untitled sequel to Break Me, Shake Me

“What do you like, baby?” Hob asks again. “Tell me, I’ll give it to you.” Dream wants to say, look at me. Tell me you can't live without me. Instead, he places a hand on the alpha’s chest, pushing him back and off of him until Hob is sitting on his ankles watching him, his eyes never leaving Dream’s. Then Dream turns and presents himself, bracing on his elbows and knees as he spreads his legs as wide as he can manage.   “Take me rough, just like this,” Dream whines. “I want to feel you so deep inside me, I forget everything else.” Hob growls and grabs him by the hips, before the alpha finally, finally does what Dream’s been fantasizing about for weeks and sinks himself into the omega’s cunt. 

Tree:

From Chapter 3 of Set the Night on Fire

“You need to leave,” Dream says, his voice low and dangerous as he hears the adventuring party  advance further into his territory. By his estimates, they would be at the bottom of the trail leading up the mountain in an hour.  “What? Why?” Hob asks, sitting up and now fully awake. Dream does not explain further, he simply grabs Hob by the waist, careful not to squeeze too hard on the soft human’s body, before he dashes out of the cave and jumps from the cliff, taking off into the chilly morning air. “What the fucking hell!” Hob yells as Dream carries them high above the trees, and as far away from the fast approaching humans as the bounds of his curse will allow. He cannot allow the humans to see Hob. He cannot allow them to think Hob is aligned with him. If they do, they’ll kill him, and Dream would not be able to stand it if he loses another human companion.

tagging @pellaaearien @bazzybelle @arialerendeair @blueberrymffn @beauty-of-nyx @tj-dragonblade @bruce-wayne-simp @delta-pavonis @lostelfwriting

Your words are: blue, rich, sky, jacket, and heart

#dreamling #seiya writes #seiya gets tagged #seiya's wip previews #nsft #omegaverse #angst galore! #if there's one thing these word searches make me do #it's write more so I can fill the prompted words LMAO #thanks for tagging me friends!!! 💖

[sapphire-blossoms]

au where top hero!phil assigns his hero friend techno on a mission to spy on vigilante!tommy. techno accepts the mission and soon learns that tommy is just a good kid with even better intentions. eventually, he comes out of hiding and approaches the boy in his civilian form and starts a connection with him, feeling guilty whenever he has to report everything he’s learned to phil. 

(plot twist is that phil gets attached to the idea of who tommy is based on techno’s descriptions of him too) 

cut to villain!wilbur finding out about emduo’s attachment to tommy and kidnapping him. crimebois ensues, and while neither comes to a consensus on what is the right thing to do for the world as villain and vigilante respectively, they still become friendly with each other. 

he’s let go soon after, and now he just has connections to both the top hero(es) and villain.

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #sbi #sleepy bois au #family dynamics #fanfic #superhero au #alternate universe #mcyt #mcyt fic #vigilante!tommyinnit #hero!technoblade #hero!philza #villain!wilbur soot #tommy just becomes unkillable because he has the protection of the heroes and villains #haha imagine when he has to choose sides when wilbur and emduo fight #angst galore noice

[cardinalcheerio]

Yall ever think Jason was confused on why Tim's hero names are like his?

Jason: Aye, Timbo

Tim: Yeah?

Jason: You ever think your going to get an original hero name?

Tim: What do you mean?

Jason: well, you keep taking either my name, or parts of it.

Tim:*confused look*

Jason: I mean, you start off with robin. Previously my name.

Tim: you mean the name you got from Dick?

Jason: Fine. Fair enough. What about Red Robin. 1. I give you a 0/10 for creativity. Plus red is my color. And part of my name.

Tim: Fair enough. But you mean the name you took from the Jo-Harleys Ex?

Jason: Y'know what. Fair enough. You've got a point, we both have issues.

#incorrect tim drake #tim drake #jason todd #incorrect jason todd #jason and tim #bat bros #batfam #batfamily #bat brothers #bat family #batfam headcanons #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily #random midnight thoughts #if any of this is wrong tell me #i havent read the comics #they too expensive and tumblr is free info #jason and tim are my fav batfam members #like angst galore with these two #i relate to tim drake too much #i need to figure out how to tag #jason vs crowbar #the crowbar won

[negativeyield]

runs cold, runs deep (33496 words) by negativeyield Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band)/You, Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band)/Original Female Character(s), Nameless Ghoul(s)/Original Female Character(s), Rain & Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo & Swiss, Dewdrop | Sodo & Phantom, Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band) & You, Aurora/Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus & Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band) & You, Aether & Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band)

Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Aurora (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV, Aether (Ghost Sweden Band)

Additional Tags: Snowed In, Huddling For Warmth, POV Second Person, Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band) Is a Little Shit, Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Drinking Games, Dewdrop | Sodo is Called Dewdrop, reader character is written with she/her pronouns but no physical descriptions, Self-Indulgent, mostly ghoul shenanigans, and me wrapping my head around ghost lore, Protective swiss, a little bit of ghoul POV, Cuddling & Snuggling, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Whump, Head Injury, Healing, Oral Sex, Consensual Sex

Summary: As the snow gave way to your weight and cut you off from the howling wind, the world grew much quieter. You took shaky breaths, trying to bring yourself back to reality. Think of a new plan. Find some help even though you drove for hours without seeing a single other soul on your route. That realization furthered the dread pooling in your belly. Maybe you were as doomed as you feel. Who in their right mind would be out traveling in this weather? __ “Maybe we should turn around?” Rain muttered, glancing out the window of the van with mild unease. “A little late for that,” Dew grunted.

[Or, the ghouls happen upon you caught in a blizzard and nurse you back to health. When the storm snows you in, shenanigans ensue and you end up finding more than some new friends]

READ ON AO3

#IT IS COMPLETE #ghost band #swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul x OC #swiss ghoul x angel #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #aurora ghoul #cirrus ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ao3 #hurt/comfort #angst #TROPES GALORE #happy ending #mutual pining #meet cute #sorta