Angstwithcomfort Stories

The world is a masterpiece of sensory overload. If you ask the guys, they'll tell you I'm the one who sees the beauty in everything. I'm the one who stays up until the sun bleeds gold over the Seoul skyline, watching the way the light catches the glass of the recording booth. I'm the one who listens to the rhythm of the rain against the window and hears a bassline. I see the beauty in the birds, the water, the way the world breathes when no one is looking. But for a long time, I thought I'd seen it all. I thought I knew what "beautiful" felt like. I was wrong.

Gru's favourite minion, Lissy, is kidnapped! But there's more to it than it seems... A crime of love, a crime of passion: A Crime of Direction and Magnitude. Co-authors with Aishy Waishy Smaishy Faishy Laishy Kaishy Raishy

venti and xiao were once so close... venti and xiao are now so far apart... but why does this strange feeling stay? that feeling from last summer

hi I still exist :D I don't even post on Wattpad anymore except for Mute Love (Which I barely update as well) so have this as an apology- Yes, this was a random idea after literal weeks of not having any motivation to either write or draw No, this is not a full story and is in fact just a mini idea (and 100% spoiling my absolute weakness towards the whole "bakugo does in fact love his shitty hair" trope) and N o I didn't proofread this but do I proofread regularly like I should anyway? :) Let's leave that unanswered- This was posted on Ao3, originally! No TWs (Trigger Warnings) aside from mentions of near-death of a main character. Uhhh enjoy? (Let'sPretendIDidn'tJustDisappearOkayByeeeeee)

It all started with a mistake. A slap meant for someone else... misplaced anger, blurred vision, and a moment she couldn't take back. She didn't even look at him when her hand met his cheek. And he didn't say a word when it happened. They were strangers. But that night, somehow, they found each other again. In a city that never really sleeps, under dim streetlights and quiet skies, two broken souls crossed paths once more. No questions. No explanations. Just a silent agreement to escape... together. One Vespa. One night. And a thousand unspoken things between them. They rode through empty streets, got lost on purpose, shared small laughs that didn't belong to them anymore, and slowly... without realizing it... started to feel again. It wasn't love. Not at first. It was something softer. Something fragile. A connection built in borrowed time. And maybe that's what made it real. Because some stories aren't meant to last forever... just long enough to change you.

I love him but I love angst and shit so yeah uh none of the art posted belongs to me unless I say otherwise

On Christmas Eve, Seonghwa copes with spending his first holiday without a loved one. When work fails to distract him from reality, and his apartment only serves to remind him of his grief, he decides to take a walk and encounters a stranger during the first snowfall. ⚠️⚠️⚠️Content Warnings⚠️⚠️⚠️ •Grieving/Mourning •Slight description of panic attack •Depressive state of mind Merry Christmas!

After the world is saved, no one talks about what comes after. Hawkins is quieter now. The monsters are gone. The scars are not. Will Byers has always lived between worlds-between words he can't say and feelings he doesn't know how to name. Art is the only place where he feels honest. Safe. Mike Wheeler has always been certain about one thing: staying. Even when everything else feels like it's slipping through his fingers. They're best friends. They always have been. But some distances aren't measured in miles. Some silences are louder than screams. And some love grows so slowly, so quietly, that you don't realize it's there until it's already changed everything. Between us is a slowburn Byler fanfic about healing, growing up, and learning that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is say the truth-out loud.

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Short drabble about Lucifer comforting Alastor in the rain (I haven't watched Hazbin Hotel yet so please pity me. I'm watching it today so just apologize. This just came to my mind after searching up a bunch of Radioapple shit. Bye)

a silly lesbian story about my OC's, Mabel and Pippa. Mabel is a broke college student who has a part-time job as a waitress and Pippa is also in college but comes from a rich Christian family.

A shocking love story between two VALORANT agents...Sova & Cypher! ENEMIES TO LOVERS

After coming home from their summer in Gravity Falls, Dipper starts getting noticeable changes and the people around him, including him, don't know what to do. These changes may seem like he's going crazy to others but for those in the know, he's acting more like Bill. While the triangle was most likely defeated, it seems like Dipper is starting to take one big influence from him. Warning: despite how the title makes it seem (I've seen a lot of billdip stuff on here so I know some patterns) this is NOT billdip and it never will be. Anyways feel free to enjoy or not enjoy this story Cover art and story idea by me, written by me Please note that the first chapters was written around a year ago and everything after that is gonna be a lot better, I just wanted to use it took me a while to make

"I didn't hire him to protect my body. I hired him because I couldn't survive another night alone." Azalea- I had everything money could offer. But the nights were still too long, and the silence too loud. They say grief fades. It doesn't. It lingers-quiet and cold. Haunted by my past and desperate not to be alone, I hired Alek: a cold, ex-military bodyguard with scars deeper than his silence. He doesn't speak much. He doesn't smile. But he listens. He stays. I didn't expect the man behind the silence to feel like home. And that was enough... until it wasn't. Until I started getting greedy. Alek- I've seen war. Death. Hell on Earth. But nothing wrecked me like the soft-eyed girl who looked at me like I wasn't broken. I told myself I'd keep it professional. She was just another job. But the truth? I never stood a chance. The more I watched her quietly carry the weight of the world- The more I wanted to carry it with her. Azalea is the kind of light you don't touch when you've lived too long in the dark. But every time she looked at me... it felt like maybe I didn't have to stay there. It's not the danger that gets to me. It's the way she carries it-quiet, alone, like I'm not standing right here. Like she already knows something I don't. [On Hiatus]

An ordinary afternoon. A random encounter in front of a convenience store. A stranger whose presence made her heart race for reasons she couldn't understand. Isolde Elaris never expected that one small moment-one unexpected meeting-would stay in her mind longer than it should. And she definitely didn't expect that the stranger's name would linger in her thoughts. Leander Cassian Santiago. He was just a stranger after all... someone whose path simply crossed hers. But sometimes, the most unforgettable stories begin in the most ordinary places. And sometimes, a single crossed path is all it takes to change everything.

Mmm Luz oneshot... just a little idea I had while brainstorming, character death warning I guess? Not for long, though. :] also he/him pronouns for Luz and they/them pronouns for Hunter because I can

What if...Kim Dokja didn't wake up from his coma and died instead? What would happen to his companions, mostly his 'plagiarist' writer and his life and death companion? But it's not really the end, isn't it? After all, It was just the beginning for our reader and for his companions. NOTE: Confirmation just incase some people "Accuse" me of copying an Ao3 fic, I AM FaithfullyLi in ao3!!

Michaelangelo Hamato was an optimist. He was born one, and nothing had changed yet. He loved everything and anything, well, maybe not those neutrino things, or cleaning, unless it's with music. Michaelangelo Hamato was also an extraordinary fighter. But he didn't know that. He was a legendary cook. He didn't know that either. All he knew was he loved his brothers, Ice Cream Kitty, his friends, and his drawings. Oh he loved his drawings.