Angstwithoutahappyending Stories

Will tries dating again, but can't seem to get James out of his mind. - also posted on ao3 (lynnylynx17) !! don't ship real people this is just for fun and not serious

A story in which there is love, broken trust, lots of death, and zombies. DONT MIND THE COVER FOR NOW ITS JUST THERE AS A PLACEHOLDER

sorry for bad grammar this was made as a joke ill try to consistently update this lol but no promises also sorry the characters are ooc, i'm not good at this shit slow updates btw bye 🧎‍♂️🏌️‍♂️

A warning, this is an incredibly dark fic and isn't pretty.. There may or may not be a happy ending, that all depends on how my year goes. Peter Parker is a journalist who needs a good story because he is in a bad finical state, and money is all he needs. When he sneaks inside the Avengers Tower he finds a dead body, a women raped and murdered. When he tries to leave he is stopped and held hostage by his childhood hero. Tony plans to make Peter his next victim but things can of course change. updates will vary form time to time. Because of therapy, school, and covid. This is also on ao3 under the name @nixvixthetix

April 11, 2024 Update: Updating the Fic here for once! Safe to say, I'm back everyone <3 Here's the owner of where the cover image was found; https://pin.it/29S3xYh credits to my dear friend on discord (I will call them razor on here) for helping me rewrite this!

"Tommy," Ranboo said suddenly, breaking the silence. "It's okay, you know that, right?" / "What are you talking about, Ranboo?" Tubbo's voice said. "Are you okay?" / "It's okay," Tommy said. "We still have each other." / c!benchtrio angst, hurt no comfort, and major character death. there's no happy ending. read at your own risk

You find a letter stuck in a bush, this is what it reads. - - - - okay this is a story where the concept is loosely tied to the ideas and world building of Homestuck.I hope it's readable

Dream ( Clay ) is lucid dreaming and goes to the city since its where he always longed for. While he's in the city he decides to go to a happy spot and while he sits down a bartender, George, comes up to him to serve him like the usual. There was something different this time though, he wanted to do his job but it was so difficult, why ? he fell in love with him.. and so did dream -- so much he forgets he's dreaming. ( WARNING : there is angst in here no smut ( for plot reasons ) but I think that's about it, THIS IS A W.I.P I AM NOT FINISHED WITH IT YET !! but I will try to finish, there are two chapters but the second one is very long I promise, enjoy &lt;3 )

**CROSS POSTED ON AO3** ["Cause radio is fucking dead!" It was the last thing he heard as Adam snarled in a mocking replica of a smile, before a white blast barreled towards him, blinding him as he held his staff out protectively in front of him. He could feel the blast push him backwards, his limited abilities barely holding up against the raw, unrefined magic of an archangel. Worse so, his ever so sensitive ears picked up on a sharp snapping noise.] Or also known as I do terrible things to my favorite demon.

"If John were a homosexual, I would've thought he would have made a pass at me in 20 years, wouldn't you?" - Paul McCartney disputing the claims that Lennon had homosexual affairs, 1988. ~ Scenes and slices of life in which John desperately tried to hide himself when confronted with these ideas. The ideas that must never be known to his best friend, his life support, his rival, his brother, his partner. Because if John ever let Paul understand the sort of power he had over him, he'd lose everything that ever really mattered. That's his worst fear, and he goes to terrible lengths attempting to ensure it's never realized. ... But maybe, in the end, John can learn to let it go. Even if that means a life without the person who used to mean everything.

title is a work in progress Angsty teens screw up majorly

ooo. 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀'𝙎 𝙐𝙋． ❝ you know i don't have much longer. ❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the last person he has left is running out of time, and he doesn't know what to do. he's busy with his work while she slowly runs out of time, and he'll regret not spending the time she had left with him in the end. 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗: march 2022. @maieriza

Summary: --- His next actions didn't involve thinking. Just moving. He was between Tohru and Akito in an instant. The knife was inside his back the next. --- Type: Two-Shot; AU Words: 3098 Relationships: Kyo x Tohru Triggers: Just.....pain Rating: T (I mean read it if ya want just letting you know this ain't fluff) *Takes place during season 3; episodes 8/9 of the 2019 anime adaptation or right after Kyo's confession.

Tanaka x reader :) ❤️ One shot ❤️ I can try to make a part 2

I bet you have always dreamed of living a thousand lives , but you never take into consideration , to live another life you must die beforehand . For a life without death isn't a life worth living

Another short story- quite sad and quite major character death (it's complicated and non-graphic). Based on a prompt by @drink-it-write-it on Tumblr.

In his mind, there were no meaning to the words on the magazine in front of him. Just ink on paper, no real worth. This same ink on paper was the basis of his everyday life 24 hours ago, but now- Now, he didn't even know what to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The daily horoscope is and has always been an essential part of Midorima Shintaro's daily routine. Every action, word and outfit was pre-determined. Everything, down to the letter. That's why he never lost. But now, this book, these words and images and items displayed on the paper before him, instead of being the cause of his winning, was now the cause of all his sorrows. Instead of granting him wins, it gave him lost. For the first time in his life, Midorima Shintaro lost. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first time writing angst, so please give me feedback!! also there's no happy ending because I'm evil &gt;:P

"Hey, George?" asked Alby, and George turned his head, his bleary eyes barely open. "Yeah?" he croaked "Tomorrow, we're gonna go to the Outside," said Alby, and George's eyes widened. "What? But... the noises, you don't even know what's out there," said George, and Alby noticed his breathing getting quicker. "It's okay, kid. Have you ever heard those noises during the day? They're only out at night when the doors are closed. As long as we get back before they close, it's completely safe. We just have to find out what's out there. It could be our way out," said Alby, and George closed his eyes, contemplating. "They could just be quiet at night, not gone," said George. "Kid, there's no other way out, I've searched every inch of this place. The only place I don't know about is through those doors," George was silent for a bit and then smiled, "Don't call me 'kid'," he said and then yawned. "Okay, I trust you," said George and lied down, pulling the hide close to him. Alby smiled and closed his eyes. For the first time since he climbed out of that crate 5 weeks ago, he slept peacefully.