#why angst

Hi, Anon!

Woof! That's a bit of a loaded question, I suppose. Like, what kind of angst are we talking about? Do you mean having Charlie suffering from the pregnancy (that's just normal)? Vaggie feeling useless because there's literally nothing she can do to help with any pregnancy symptoms? Charlie snapping at everyone after her pain wracked body and sleep deprived brain finally snaps? Charlie fights with her dad about where her mom is because she doesn't have anyone to talk to about being pregnant?

.....Miscarriage???

Not a fan of that one with how far Charlie is in her pregnancy in the AU.

Angst with a pregnancy AU is tricky for me, because angst for that (for me) is a miscarriage and having to deal with the fallout. I'm also just not the best with angst. I like to read and write things that make me happy. Wholesomeness is nice.

I'm working on making full chapters to post to AO3, so maybe there will be a chance for more pregnancy angst in the future. If you have a request for angst, feel free to send an ask. If you do, I just ask that you elaborate on the type of angst you're looking for. That will help me out a TON.

Tubbo and the Captain meet by chance and Tubbo recognises him immediately and just starts following him around. No matter where he goes the Captain just has Tubbo right behind him. He thinks he's lost him? Nope, he can still feel the weight of Tubbo's unrelenting stare.

Tubbo idolising the Captain, its his dad! He can't do anything wrong! Sure, he left for awhile but he came back! "He won't be leaving again, I assure you, I'm watching him like a hawk."

AIYA ANONIE TRYNA MAKE ME SOB WHILE PAINTING WHAT THE HECK— THIS LITERALLY 123 EM IM

Somehow, Tony Stark was able to find out the exact date that he was going to die.  He was in his twenties, he was an alcoholic, he was a playboy, he was a genius, and he knew exactly how many years, months, days, hours, and seconds he had left.

He went to Afghanistan to demonstrate a new weapon for SI, and he had no fear.  He wasn’t gonna die there, why would he have anything to be afraid of.

He took a test flight in his newly finished suit of armor, and he had no fear.  He wasn’t gonna die, he could be a little reckless.

He was watching the blinking red lights on the suits Vanko and Hammer had built, realizing that they were rigged to self-destruct, but he did have fear.  He wasn’t gonna die, but Pepper might.

He stared through the slits in his mask, into an inky black studded with stars and swarming with hostile aliens.  He had never been more afraid in his life.  He wasn’t gonna die... but he had seen the potential end of the world.

He clutched at his chest as he felt like he couldn’t breathe, panic squeezing him from all sides, his heart pounding out of control.  He wasn’t gonna die.  But he was starting to long for the days when he used to not be afraid.

There was an entire city floating over his head, and he was going to bring it down.  He wasn’t gonna die.  But he had no guarantee that his teammates wouldn’t, and no way to know how many innocent civilians had already been killed.  Guilt seeped into every pore of his body, and he almost wished, just for a second... that today was his last day.

The suit was too heavy for him to move.  He could do it when he was in good condition, but right now his arm was numb, he was pretty sure he had a concussion, and his chest ached so bad it made him think of another time he’d been cold like this.  He’d had Yinsen then, though, and right now he didn’t have anybody.  Steve... Rogers and Barnes were gone.  He wasn’t gonna die.  But right then, it felt like he almost could.

The day, the last day, was coming closer.  The number of years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds was ticking away with every heartbeat.  Some days, Tony considered the amount of time he had left, and looked forward with peace.  Other days, he panicked.  He wasn’t going to have enough time.  And on very rare days, very low days... he wished that his day had already come.  He was just so tired.  And he had so much fear.  He knew what was coming, he knew what the world was facing, but he was all alone in that knowledge.  He missed the days when he’d been fearless, thinking that dying was the worst that could happen and his day was a long, long way off.

He just had to make sure he did everything.  That there wasn’t one single thing left incomplete when his day finally came.  He had to be prepared.

Song Meme | Still Accepting

THE WELLERMAN

"We had not been two weeks from Morne,

when down on us a runebear bore!

The General called all hands and swore,

He'd take that bear in tow!

Soon may the Leyndellman come,

to bring us rowa and tea and rum;

One day when our duty is done

we'll take our leave back home!"

Around a bonfire in the plains of Caelid, Redmane soldiers would sing this improvised shanty aloud, Katarn among them, their cheers echoing into the night sky. His time in General Radahn's legion was his fondest memory.

Now all entombed in a rotten wasteland.

Tags: Angst, Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort - 

Me: ...Please. No.

Tags: Angst up the ass. 

Me: S-Stop, I’m begging you - 

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