#i transitioned out of my high fantasy brainrot to write angst

[seijch]

angst 8, 19, 25!!

make me work on my wips!!

ok i decided to use the New List for this ask (and i hope i remember to make a new wip game post?? if not then it is what it is LMAO)

8. defeatist, a tsukishima pokemon au + angst

i do NOT have a plot in mind for this one ... its only on the list bc his team and the title of this fic came super easy MNFSDFS

in this scene tho, the readers pokemon are addicted to a drug called X that acts as steroids but for pokemon? theyre based off of real items ingame known as battle items or “x items”,, a fic from the original kpop ver of this series dealt with them and once i started writing i realized i could loop that back into this scene but??? 

he should have known.

scratch that--he did know, does know, but chose not to act.

when he sees you outside the arena, eyes red and puffy, he knows what he should do. “kei.” your voice comes out tiny. broken. strange, he thinks, to see someone so bright begin to flicker out. “my aerodactyl…” there are three pokeballs in your hands where there were once four. aerodactyl fetch a heavy price in the black market. he wonders if the price of selling your pokemon managed to even do a dent in your debt.

(an aerodactyl addicted to X is not an aerodactyl worth the premium cost. it is what it is, he resolves, forcing the thoughts away. he knows that suspended within the other three pokeballs are three more damn near helpless causes. the most helpless of all is right in front of him, after all.)

“do you need money?” he asks.

“yes.” the light returns to your eyes, even if only by a bit. 

seeing that pleasant warmth, almost like sunshine, is enough to make him stay. how pathetic is he, the ocean waiting to catch icarus before the fall?

“this is the last time,” he warns.

“i know.”

he knows what the right choice is. but he chooses to choose wrong.

19. thirty days has september, a kuroo demon au + angst

they always warn about the dangers of drinking, but none of those warnings ever seem to include the possibility of summoning a demon after three shots too many.

it was rlly hard to write angst for this tbh its more of a fluff/humor (???) kinda fic in my head

there are a few Angsty Ideas going on in this one but i feel like none of them get fully explored but then again .. its 200ish words

“so this is it.” you hate to say it, but you’ve been dreading the thirtieth day of september. you’d blown it off at first, saying that it marked winter drawing ever closer. you rationalized it, saying that you were sick and tired of halloween being marketed outside of october.

but standing before kuroo now, you know that there’s only one reason you want time to stop. “yeah. you gonna miss me?”

“in your dreams,” you lie.

“you mean my nightmares,” he grins, the tip of his fangs poking his lip. “believe it or not, i’ll miss this place. you always did stock the best flavors of chips.” he holds his palm to his chest, giving you a nod you’re sure would be earnest coming from anyone else.

“well then…” he bows low, “i’ll be off. see you around.” he disappears in a flash of flame, the scent of smoke clinging to your skin. no sentimentality. no tearful goodbye.

you wonder if you were alone in this relationship for two all along, that you had made everything up because he had been a convenient target.

you don’t sleep well that night.

(“what’re you still doing awake?” he’d ask, the tv playing paid programming in the background. “go to bed.”)

or the night after.

(“this wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me,” he snipes across the kitchen island, a mug of tea in hand.)

or the night after that.

25. untitled tsukishima friends to lovers au + angst

the story of this is based off a song called confession rehearsal!! heres the original version + an english cover bc the og ver doesnt have eng subs

another one thats hard to write angst for... tbh when i started i had no clue i was just Writing And Hoping

loves me, you think, ripping the petal from the flower. it drifts to the ground.

“you really think a game is gonna help you?” tsukishima asks from beside you. loves me not.

“not like it’ll hurt, right?” loves me.

“you can count out what the result’s gonna be by looking at the petals.” loves me not. “you’ve got…” he mutters under his breath, index finger grazing each petal. “three left.” loves me. “two left” he amends. “you can tell what you’re gonna get, so why bother?”

“because,” you huff, pouting. loves me not. “not everyone goes into life thinking about things like that.”

“maybe they should.” he plucks the last petal. loves me. “there. your mystery man loves you. case closed.”

“can you relax?” you rise from the bench, turning on him. “i know it might not look serious, but i really, really want this to work out. so if you could stop being such an asshole for one second, i’d really appreciate that!”

he rises to his full height, and you lose the leverage you once had against him. “you were the one who came to me with your unreasonable requests. i know thinking doesn’t come easily to you, but i suggest broadening your horizons. maybe if you stop being so short-sighted, i’ll stop being an ‘asshole.’” he busts out the air quotes, a sneer on his face.

“fine. i’m done practicing. thanks for the help.” you let go of the stem, allowing it to join the petals. your bookbag is heavy as you shoulder it on, but not as heavy as your heart is as you walk away from tsukishima.

#i transitioned out of my high fantasy brainrot to write angst #i think thats a job done Decent in my opinion #i thought the confession rehearsal one was gonna be the least angsty but i think its actually the kuroo one #thank you for always coming thru w the asks legend 🤝🏻🤝🏻 #🖋 wip game #💌 love letters #raenah 🧸 #raevaioli