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....all of the (x)tober lists that will be coming out soon

*vibrates excitedly*

(two months? no no it's tomorrow)

workin on angstober and yall are NOT ready

dw i'll do flufftober too

it's october tomorrow....

*vibrates excitedly*

oh well.

marc spector angst

Content: angst (woah really??) sad hours, crying

a/n: this just has all kinds of sad stuff, mental health tw all around

angstober prompt 1 - 'again'

dark. it's dark outside when his eyes slit open. the window is cold from the London air - he can feel it chill the sheets. a thin sheen of sweat licks over his shoulders. Marc wakes but doesn't stir, choosing instead to stare listlessly into the AC unit.

there's an oiliness inside; a thick, heavy weight that slicks over his ribs and makes the fluttering of his lungs ache with the effort. it'd be easier to stop, really, to just close his mouth and bury his head in the pillow.

Steven, as always, has left the flat a mess. he'd never know, because Marc stirs an hour early to pick up the tissues and socks and straighten the books.

his bones creak on the cold wooden floor. it's been a year, he realizes dismally, looking at the tattered calendar stapled onto the cupboard. Steven's red x's are interspersed with Marc's black ones. it twists his stomach to see the infrequent crimson ink.

floating. Steven's been floating down the drain and Marc's done fuck all to stop it.

oh well. middle age was close. halfway there, right?

there were mugs in the sink. dirty and ringed with black. marc's. Steven couldn't handle the bitterness of coffee.

ha ha.

the sun was beginning to burn the curtain hems, ringing the flat in gold. Marc stumbled in the weak light, blearily searching for a pen. he grabbed a postcard and hastily scribbled a note, slapping it onto the fishtank.

empty, of course. Gus had gone days ago, he just hadn't gotten around to replacing him. Steven would know. Steven would care, oh he'd be so upset-

oh well.

Marc watched the sunrise, eyes fluttering as he was sucked back under, thrown into the dark recesses of his mind.

it was dark when he woke. again. thursday by the looks of it, three days after his last wakeup. Steven hadn't done much cleaning, but there were flowers on the table. old and dying, but he'd clearly gone out.

they crumpled with the smell of food waste in the trash.

a pang in his stomach. Steven had forgotten to eat again. only eggs in the fridge, and Marc only wanted orange juice.

oh well.

he could wait, maybe Steven would remember to go out. if not, he could lose some pounds anyway.

it had been a while since he'd fronted during the day. he didn't hate the night, but it would be nice to see somebody. talk to somebody other that himself and that damned fish.

oh well.

Marc didn't need it, Steven could do without him. he'd be alright. it was routine, a schedule, something he could trust. Steven did the living, Marc did the feeling, and they'd never need anybody else.

living a half life wasn't so bad. it would feel like half-dying when the time came.

the sheets were still cold when he tugged them over his head. the heat should have kicked on by now, maybe it was broken.

maybe it's not the heat.

oh well.

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tbh i kinda hated this but whatever.

Welcome to another year of Angstober! We're delighted to unveil the prompts for this year of angsty, spooky fun.

What is Angstober?

Angstober is a yearly October challenge with 31 angst-themed prompts to inspire you to create. The challenge is open to all sorts of creative work - writing, art, edits, whatever you want - in whatever medium you want. Original work or fanworks? Whatever you feel inspired for!

How do I take part?

Tag your works with #angstober2024 and the day of the prompt (e.g., #day 01) to share on tumblr. Feel free to @ us directly in the post as well! To share your work on AO3, add it to the Angstober 2024 collection.

You can post your works whenever - early or late - and use as many or as few prompts as you feel inspired for! We'll do our best to reblog as many works to the @angstober blog as we can.

Is there a banner to post my work with?

Absolutely!

Anything else?

Nope. Happy Angsting!

2024 Prompt List

Again

2. Countdown

3. Self-Destruction

4. Blood

5. Do Better

6. Medication

7. “You Still Don’t Get It.”

8. Growing Pains

9. Promise

10. Humiliation

11. Wake Up

12. Rotten Touch

13. Shaking

14. Only Around You

15. False Hope

16. No One Else To Turn To

17. “Shhh…”

18. Falling Stars

19. Tear-Stained Cheek

20. Spare Me

21. Abandoned

22. Crocodile Tears

23. Safe/Unsafe

24. Dark Sunrise

25. You’re No Better

26. Persuasion

27. Curled Up

28. Perfect

29. Get Out

30. Nothing Else To Tell You

31. It Ends Here

Girl- get behind me

Last Second Chance | Y.JW

「prompt」 : again 「pairing」 : jungwon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 2.1k

「synopsis」 : you have given jungwon chance after chance, but eventually, you can’t find it within yourself to give him any more chances.

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : cussing, infidelity, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, victim complex, arguments, threats, small mention of suicide, gaslighting, y/n slaps jungwon, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : LET ANGSTOBER COMENCE!!! we're gonna be starting off pretty strong, and I can tell you right now that it will probably only go down the angsty pit from here... I hope you all enjoy!!

The first time that Jungwon cheated, you forgave him so quickly just because you loved him too much to let him go after just one mistake. And he did promise that it would never happen again, so it should be fine, right? 

Wrong.

Oh so wrong.

The one time turned into two, then three, and eventually four times. Every time, he apologized with tears in his eyes, begging you to forgive him and promise never to do it again. And there you were, forgiving him. 

Every. 

Single.

 Time. 

You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that every time you caught him with another girl, it felt like a piece of you died. When you see the smile on his face when he looks at other women, knowing that he has never looked at you like that, it feels like your heart is being ripped out and stomped on. Or that whenever your friends tell you that he isn’t good for you that you always, always stuck up for him, saying that it was just a simple mistake, but deep down, you knew that he would do it again.

But what hurt the most was when you confronted him, and he would break down into tears, practically falling to his knees, gripping the hem of your top, begging and begging you not to leave him and that if you did, he wouldn’t have anything else to live for. That he might as well just fall over and die. Those few words always worked, and you gave in apologizing to him, never catching on to how quickly his tears dried up or how nonchalantly he would walk away from you as if nothing ever happened.

But now, after the sixth time that he had been caught, you were starting to believe that he was being caught on purpose. That he was doing this as some sick and twisted joke just to mind-fuck you, but you didn’t want to believe it. At least not until now, when you were sitting on your couch watching a video that your friend had sent you from the club.

It was a video of Jungwon with a girl perched in his lap, his hands everywhere where they shouldn’t be for a taken man. His lips curled in a seductive smirk as he leaned towards the girl, his lips ghosting her jaw, and the words that left his mouth made your stomach drop.

“Don’t worry about y/n, just a few tears and begging she’ll forgive me.” 

He sounded so sure of himself, and that’s when it dawned on you who exactly it was that was perched in his lap. You had seen that girl almost every time he had been caught, the same girl who had appeared in all of the photos and videos.

Your phone fell from your shaky fingers, causing a loud thud to echo around the room, the air seeming to become thicker, making it harder to breathe. Your heart was thudding against your ribcage at a crazed pace, your ears ringing so loudly in your ears.

But you didn’t cry.

For once in the long six months that this has happened your eyes didn’t fill with tears. You didn’t feel like crying; no, you just wanted to scream.

Scream at Jungwon for being such a manipulative prick. Scream at yourself for not understanding and seeing it sooner. But most of all, you wanted to scream at the universe for putting you through so much torment.

Then, as if the universe wanted to throw it into your face a little bit more, you heard the front door open. Your head snapped in that direction, and as soon as you saw Jungwon walk in with the girl in the video, suddenly, everything became crystal clear to you.

“Sorry to intrude y/n, Jungwon just got really drunk, so I thought I’d bring him home.” She smiled at you sweetly, and if you hadn’t just watched that video ten times in a row, you would have thought her actions were innocent.

“Yunnie, let's go to bed.” Jungwon slurred as he tugged on the girl’s arm, and she patted his hand as she looked at him.

“Y/n is here. Why don’t we let her take you to bed? " the girl suggested, but you didn’t miss the smug smirk on her lips when Jungwon refused.

Swallowing thickly, you snatched your phone off the ground and stood to your feet. "No need, you two have fun.” Your voice was void of any emotion as you stood to your feet, and she looked at you with faux shocked eyes.

“Oh no, you’re mistaken, y/n; it’s nothing li–”

“There’s no need to play dumb,” you said harshly as you shoved past them, grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on. “I’ve seen the videos and pictures.”

She looked at you in shock this time. Why hadn’t Jungwon ever told her that you’d seen the videos? 

“Oh, and tell Jungwon I’ll be here in the morning to get my things.” You told her with a hint of finality, not giving her even a chance to say more as you pulled the front door open and walked out, the heavy wood slamming harshly behind you.

—

Just like you had promised, you made your way back to your and Jungwon’s shared apartment early that next morning despite the raging hangover that you woke up with. You had expected to walk in with a heavy heart, hurt, and dread, but all you felt was… nothing.

Not a single emotion, just completely and utterly numb.

Walking into the apartment, you were met with silence, which was to be expected. You knew that Jungwon was probably not up yet, and even if he was, he wouldn’t give two thoughts as to why you weren’t there.

Kicking your shoes off, you made your way into your shared bedroom only to find it completely empty. However, you didn’t give it much thought as you opened the closet doors and pulled your suitcase out. Hefting the luggage bag onto the bed, you started grabbing all of your clothes from your side of the closet and throwing them into the black case.

You were so focused on making sure you grabbed everything that you didn’t even hear the door open until his voice filled the silent room.

“So you’ve finally come back.” His voice was filled with hurt, and you didn’t even have to look to see that he was wearing that faux sad expression.

Breathing shallowly through your nose, you continued grabbing your things, “only to grab my things.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened for a millisecond at the tone of your voice, not once hearing it, seeing as you usually would be crying, asking him why he did it. Pushing himself off of the doorframe, he made his way over to you, grabbing your arm.

“Why are you packing? Are you leaving me?” He asked, tears brimming in his eyes as you turned to look at him. “Is this because of Yujin? I swear it was just a one-time thing; I was drinking and wasn’t thinking stra–”

“Cut the bullshit, Jungwon; we both know it wasn’t a one-time thing.” Your tone was harsh as you pulled your arm from his grasp, “This is the seventh time that you’ve cheated with the same girl.”

Jungwon then dropped down to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks and his hands grabbing at the hem of your shirt. It was the same scene you’ve seen many, many times before.

“It was a mistake; I promise I’ll never do it again, baby.” He started the begging, and it took everything in you not to scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, “Please forgive me, baby. I’d rather kill myself than be without you.”

“Then I guess you better start researching ways to do it.” Your voice was bland, and your eyes started to prick with anger as you looked down at his shocked expression. You might want to explain to your little plaything, too," you shrugged, shoveling his hands away from you and turning back to the closet.

“When did you become so heartless, y/n?” He continued the act, looking up at you from the ground, hands folded in his lap.

This time, you couldn’t help but scoff, hands dropping to your sides as you glared at him, “When did I become so heartless? No, Jungwon, the better question is, why are you so heartless?” Turning towards him, you shoved a finger in his face, causing him to flinch back, “We have been together for over a year, and for the last six months, you have done nothing but break my heart time and time again, and for what? Some fucking pussy? Which is really fucked up on your end because anytime I brought up sex, you claimed you ‘weren’t’ ready.” You were seething, the words falling from your lips.

“But you—”

“But what Jungwon? I have done nothing but care and love you all while you went and cheated. The worst part is I forgave you. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.” Red was starting to cloud your vision as your voice grew louder with every step you took towards him.

Jungwon stumbled back in astonishment, wide eyes staring up at you because, by now, you would have given in to him. He started to wonder what had changed, but he also was about to let his pride be bruised by someone like you.

“You!” He scrambled to his feet, a crazed look in his eyes as he pointed in your direction, “do you even know why I cheated?” You ignored him, though, not really caring to hear any of the bullshit he’d spew. Seeing that you weren’t even paying attention, he stomped towards you, “You are nothing but a selfish lowlife who thinks of no one but herself. You trapped me in this relationship, and you expect me to just deal with it?”

At that point, you saw red, anger boiling in your veins as you spun around to look at him. One moment, he was nearly in your face. The next, he was leaning against the wall, holding the cheek you had just slapped.

“Me selfish? I have done nothing, nothing but look after you. I have forgiven you time and time again because I loved you. Everything I did, I did for you!” You shouted, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and not from sadness, but from anger.

“Yeah, you’re selfish,” Jungwon started, pushing himself off the wall and shoving his finger in your face, “if you hadn’t asked me out in front of all of those damn people, I wouldn’t have felt obligated to say yes!” He shouted, and you couldn’t help but look at him in disgust.

“You are such a prick,” You growled before shoving your suitcase closed, not caring that you didn’t have all of your things; there was no point in fighting with someone who was just going to see himself as the victim.

Pulling the luggage bag from the bed you made your way towards the bedroom door, pushing Jungwon out of the way in the process. Your ears rang loudly the closer you got to the front door, knowing that you were getting ready to close the book on something you’d thought would last for a lifetime, and that’s when the tears of sadness started.

However, Jungwon couldn’t stand not having the last word and followed you down the hall: "If you leave now, I will never take you back, and we both know you’ll never find anyone like me.”

Swallowing thickly, you stopped in front of the door to slide your feet into your shoes before turning to look over your shoulder.

“Good, because I would hate to find someone like you again.” Your tone was nothing short of venomous as you pulled the front door open. "Goodbye, Yang Jungwon.”

And with that, you walked out of the apartment, leaving him standing there gasping like a fish out of water as the door swung shut. You left behind all of the good and bad that came with the man, never wanting to think about that chapter in your life again as you walked down the hall, small, quiet sobs leaving your lips.

‘Good riddance’

That was all you could bring yourself to say as you drove away. Away from what you thought would be forever. Away from the man you thought you had loved, but without the rose-colored glasses, you now saw clearly, and you promised yourself. Promised that you would never let yourself go through something like that ever again.

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It’s officially October…yall know what that means 😼😼

Eyyy I'm not dead. And I'm doing a mix of October things, like, I'm mainly doing my own oc thing but I was inspired by the submissions to @birdiiielle 's angstober so I'm going to do a doodle of said character for each of those prompts :0

Day two of OCtober/ @birdiiielle 's angstober.

Dakota Schiffer/Mind Control

Let me just say that it's wonderful that these two land on the same day because there's a good portion of the story he's from where he's being mind controlled by a guy named Thorn(hence the thorns on his neck, which is also a reference to Warbler Island from The Unwanteds)

OCtober/ @birdiiielle 's angstober

Jet Songbird/Betrayal

The story behind the betrayal drawing is Jet was captured as a prisoner of war in his story and while he was gone, the woman he was with ended up falling in love with someone else. So when Jet came back he got his heart broken on top of everything he went through. So yeah, he felt very betrayed by her.

Day four of OCtober/ @birdiiielle 's angstober

Sebastion Tranu/Jealousy

So the prompt of Jealousy doesn't fit Sebastion at all. Halfway through the second arc he gets a boyfriend and an adopted child. Sebastion definitely has the least traumatic stuff done to him. However there is someone named Jeriah who is extremely envious of Dakota and Akira's relationship because he wanted Akira for himself. So I drew him instead

Welcome to another Angstober, now in its third year!

The challenge is once again open to fandom and original works, in any medium. To take part, tag your works with #angstober2022, and the day of the prompt (#day 01 for ex.). If you want to share your work on AO3, submit it to the Angstober collection! You can post your works in any order, early or late. You can do as few or as many as you like. We will do our best to re-blog your tagged posts during the month of October.

Angstober 2022 Prompt List Day 1: Miscommunication Day 2: Crack in the Mirror Day 3: Flashbacks Day 4: Heat Day 5: Hearts to Cinder Day 6: Injury Day 7: Never Again Day 8: Haunted Pet Day 9: Scream Day 10: Apathy Day 11: The Wrong Tomb Day 12: Eyes Day 13: Worthless Day 14: Ashes to Life Day 15: Drugged Day 16: Love & Hate Day 17: The Abyss Looks Back Day 18: False Death Day 19: Cowardice Day 20: Death’s Companion Day 21: Memories Day 22: Corruption Day 23: Slay it with Flowers Day 24: Shivering Day 25: Wasteland Day 26: Dark Water Day 27: Fragments Day 28: Reunion Day 29: Sand Towers Day 30: Failure Day 31: The Last Goodbye This year’s banner to add to your posts, should you wish to:

Now go, unleash some turmoil! Happy Angsting!

“What are you going to name her?” his sister Julieta asks him softly, the corners of her eyes crinkling in concern as she lays a hand on his arm. For a moment, his daughter quiets to stare up at him. There’s only one name that will fit her, that describes what she is to him. “Mirabel,” Bruno croaks. “Mirabel.”

hehe

Humiliation

A/n: this is my first Kaiser fanfic ;-; (traumatizing him a lil more)

tw: toxic relationship, just a little hitting, manipulation

You pressed your fingernails into your skin, leaving vivid red marks that contrasted sharply against your arm. Heat flooded your face as laughter echoed around you. Kaiser stood beside you, a smug smirk on his lips, reveling in the attention that surrounded him.

You fought to keep your composure, rage simmering just beneath the surface, ready to explode. 

But for now, you forced a smile, determined to wear your humiliation like a badge of honor, absorbing the moment like a sponge drenched in a relentless downpour.

Until you get home with Kaiser.

And as you stepped through the front door, the facade shattered. You tossed your bag aside, heart racing as the floodgates opened.

“Do you think this is funny, Kaiser?” you snapped, your voice echoing through the empty hallway. “Laughing at me like I’m some kind of joke?”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “Oh come on, it was just a bit of fun. You’re being too dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” You advanced on him, fists clenched at your sides. “You don’t get to decide what’s dramatic when you’re the one making a spectacle out of me! It’s humiliating. You make it sound like I’m just supposed to take it!”

Kaiser shrugged, that annoying nonchalance grating on your nerves. “People laugh. It’s what they do.”

“People laugh because you make it easy for them! And you turn everything into a game!” Each word felt like a release, the pent-up frustration spilling over. “You think you’re the star of the show, but all you do is make me feel small. You don’t even care how it affects me!”

In a surge of anger, you slapped him. The sound reverberated through the room, and for a moment, his expression shifted from smug to shock. You saw the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, and a rush of satisfaction surged through you.

“Why do you always have to make it about you?” you pressed, stepping closer. “You think it’s all fun and games, but your jokes cut deeper than you realize.”

He cowered against the wall, breathless and wide-eyed. “No, please..I didn’t mean to-”

“No, but you do,” you interrupted, your voice low and purposeful. “You don’t think about anyone but yourself. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

His gaze darted around, as if searching for an escape, but you weren’t done yet. “You know, I could tell everyone how you really are-how insecure you are behind that facade. Wouldn’t it be a shame if they knew the truth?”

“Please don’t,” he said, a tremor in his voice.

“Why not? You think this is all just a game?” You leaned in closer, your tone softening just enough to draw him in. “I can be your worst nightmare or your greatest ally. It’s your choice.”

He swallowed hard, and you could see the gears turning in his mind, calculating. You reveled in the power shifting between you, the realization that he was no longer the one in control.

“Just remember,” you continued, “I’m done being your punchline. If you want to keep your little secrets safe, you’ll think twice before making me the subject of your awful jokes again.”

The silence hung heavy, and for a moment, he seemed to consider your words…

You pull your face close to his and whispered “Now, how about we start over?” a sly smile creeping onto your lips. “You can be the charming Kaiser, and I’ll be the one who calls the shots.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes widening in fear. A sheen of sweat glistened on his brow, and his hands trembled slightly.

Love with Kaiser is like a drug, once you get addicted you both can never stop… until it's too late.