#y'all asked for angst

[jmflowers]

prompt #1 | prompt #2 | prompt #3 | prompt #4 | prompt #5 expanded prompts

sneak peek for prompt #6: when everything feels heavy, I’ve learned to travel light. (Seven by Sleeping at Last)

It’s the sigh that’s most telling about how her day is going: a deep, exhausted sound set free as she moves a stack of completed forms into the outgoing bin on the corner of her desk. She’s been trapped in her office for most of the afternoon, catching up on paperwork that’s been forgotten for a week too long already.

Fridays are like that, sometimes. This one, though, had begun decidedly wife-free, breakfast and the school run left on her plate while Carina spent the day in back-to-back surgeries. It’s been a lonely afternoon, without their usual post-lunch phone call, and Maya can feel that all-too-familiar ache of missing her wife’s presence building in her chest.

Which is why she jumps when her personal cell phone starts to ring, diving for it excitedly in anticipation of Carina’s face on the screen. With her scrub cap still on, most likely, checking in on how the morning went or gushing about a successful surgery or simply whispering an I love you as she heads off to give a patient some challenging news.

What she isn’t expecting to see is their children’s school on the caller ID.

“Hello?” she answers quickly, swallowing hard as her heart rate increases.

What she isn’t expecting to hear is that no one is injured.

The frustration rears its head quickly, sharp against the missing Carina and the trapped in the office and the ready to go home and relax feelings that have been swirling inside her for most of the afternoon. She wishes it were Thursday as she rises from her desk, wishes it were any other day of the week when Carina would be the one to have time to deal with this.

But it’s Friday. And Carina’s in back-to-back surgeries. And the paperwork piled on her desk, unfortunately, can wait another day.

“I’ll be right there,” she says into the phone.

~~~

Maya clutches the steering wheel so hard on the short drive to the school that her fingers are stiff when she finally arrives. She takes a moment in the car to try to center herself - to breathe and let the colour seep back into her knuckles - but it does little to help.

The frustration still simmers just below the surface, insistent.

Their Beatrice has been in the first grade for only two weeks. Her backpack is still pristine, the pink character she’d chosen not yet stained beyond recognition. The package of pencil crayons she’d excitedly picked out are still all together in her pencil case, barely sharpened. Her shoes, with the laces she’s just learned to tie, are only beginning to look scuffed from recesses spent on the playground.

And yet, when Maya steps through the doors of the school and into the office, Beatrice is sitting on a chair below a placard that reads Principal Pacheco, swinging her legs nervously. Andrea, seated beside her, at least looks properly scolded; his eyes cast down and his shoulders hunched as though he’s trying to fold over into himself.

Three years at this school and their son has never so much as brought home a bad grade. His report cards have all featured glowing reviews of his work ethic, his intelligence, his kindness. He’d won the Compassion award just last Spring, beaming proudly from the front of the auditorium while Carina had tried to pretend she wasn’t crying.

Two weeks of Beatrice’s presence was all it took, apparently, to dash the record.

“What happened?” Maya hisses as she steps around the secretary’s desk to stare them down. All the calming breaths she’d taken in the car have already been forgotten, replaced with the itchy desire to make this day just fucking end.

The principal appears in her office doorway as if summoned by Maya’s anger. She smiles one of those tight, attempting-to-put-you-at-ease smiles that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, gesturing behind herself. “Mrs. Deluca-Bishop,” she says, “May we speak in my office?”

#y'all asked for angst #this isn't the angstiest bit but it's the only bit I can share without giving everything away #and it's most definitely not the softest part because y'all know where i reside in the hygge universe #the rest coming... hopefully next weekend? #a chapter in 6 very long parts #yes it’ll go in Hygge #yes it’s maya x carina #tumblr prompt party #minefic #maya x carina fic #carina x maya fic #station 19 fanfiction #I hope you like so far? #scheduled post because I'm always working

[zenkindoflove]

Elucien, #19 - for luck? Thanks!

19...for luck

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“You can.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know.”

Elain shook her head, “You have too much faith in my abilities.”

Lucien smiled as he placed a kiss on her neck. “That’s because I know you can do it.”

Elain sighed in disgust, “But it’s going to be… wet.”

“Yeah, it is,” Lucien grunted as Elain elbowed him in his ribs.

“You can’t make jokes like that when I’m bent over.”

“I think that’s the perfect time,” Lucien stroked his hands up her waist. Elain backed into him, wiggling just enough to entice him before pulling forward again.

“Focus, Lucien.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Lucien bent over her, aligning their bodies. He hung his arms low beside hers, guiding her hands. “Okay, remember what I told you. Don’t overthink it. You just need to relax your body. If you tense, it won’t work.”

“I’m too nervous not to tense.”

He squeezed her hip in encouragement.

“Maybe a kiss first? For luck?” Elain looked over her shoulder, batting her long eyelashes at him.

“Anything for you, doll,” Lucien leaned forward, lifting one of his hands to tilt her face so he had better access. He kissed her sweetly at first, a short peck, but then he leaned forward, heat building low in his groin as he was drawn into her spell. He captured her mouth in a more sensual hold, his other hand running up her side to cup her breast, unable to resist her.

Elain tore away from him with a lovely, reprimanding smile on her face, “Enough of that. We can celebrate later if this works.”

Elain inhaled a deep, stilling breath. She squatted down, assuming the position with Lucien right behind her. She relaxed all of her muscles, opening her body to acceptance, ready to feel the new sensation that had made her quiver in fear and curiosity.

She felt it, just a little poke at first. Then a wriggle. Then, its whole long body was there, right between her hands. She snatched quickly, ripping the fish out of the water, wriggling and thrashing between her hands.

“I did it!” She screeched. She suddenly remembered exactly what she held, as the slimy texture registered in her mind. Her fingers loosened just enough that the fish jumped right out of her hands. Lucien dove for it, catching it before it crashed back into the river. He landed on his back, his head dunking under the water, keeping his arms extended above as he held out the fish.

“Oh no!” Elain gasped. “Lucien! I’m so sorry. I… I had it! I swear.”

Lucien spat water out of his mouth as he sat up, completely drenched. The fish gulped and wriggled between his strong hands.

“It still counts, right?” Elain asked sheepishly.

“Oh, it counts,” Lucien smiled, his white teeth glittering, as he stood up from the river. He waded over to the edge to deposit the fish with the others. “You caught it on your own and that’s what matters.”

Elain hopped in triumph, the water around her shins splashing as she kicked her feet, “I’m eating that one. I caught it, so I earned it.”

Lucien quickly snatched her into his arms and Elain squealed as he dripped water all over her.

“And I caught this one,” he announced with a wicked grin, throwing Elain over his shoulder and making a beeline for their camp.

Kiss prompts.

#elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elain x lucien #pro elucien #kiss asks #ask games #a little comedy to balance out the angst for y'all this morning

[vangh17a]

I just dreamt there was a Wanderer update, and there was so much angst it woke me up because I wanted to read it again.

Let's just say I was confused

wait hold on

you mean to say you dreamt about Wanderer?

This alone, my dear friend, has made me wield my pen to work on the next update

#mailbox #wanderer asks #I saw this earlier and I've just been #feeling so giddy since #Are y'all maybe overestimating the angst? #maybe a smidge. Then again #I didn't think my bird comic was that spooky lmao #treasure box

[cupophrogs]

Can we send him a letter? At least to tell him you found rich (autocorrected to rise for some reason)

Sadly, there's no way to get anything sent from inside the factory. Drew got really upset the first time Poppy suggested contacting his Uncle. Nothing goes through, this far underground.

Drew grumbles to himself, straining to keep his frustration quiet while the others sleep huddled together. He sits away from the big snuggle pile of toys, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone screen. He hits his knee in frustration.

"Oh come on, you piece of shit!" He whispers, anger boiling beneath his sternum. Taking a deep breath, he tugs at his hair, praying to the stale air that something - just one message - would go through. The blue bar at the top of his screen disappears, and a red text box reading "Not delivered" loads in below his texts.

A broken, hopeless whine tears through Drews throat before he can stop it. He freezes, pursing his lips to stifle any more sounds in fear of waking his friends. In her sleep, one of Kissy's soft hands slides next to his foot, resting against it.

Drew breaks.

As quietly as he can manage, Drew sets his phone aside and lays down on the dirty floor, pulling Kissy's hand to his face with trembling fingers. He holds it to his forehead while his tears clear paths on his face through the grime.

He needs help.

Just one message.

#Some quiet angst for y'all #I've bene in a writing mood so you might be seeing some more fo that for a bit! #Bro just wants to go home #the three d’s #ask the three d’s #writing #phrog writes #drew poppy playtime #featured: kissy missy #Drew avoiding asking for emotional help and thinking his emotions would just burden his friends? I think yes #he's working on it okay? He'll get to it “eventually” #no he does not have a good relationship with his father why do you ask?

[wolfsbanesparks]

Do you think that Billy knows what his parents look like?

That's a good question, and the answer mostly depends on the canon/how old you headcanon him as when his parents died. It also depends on how much angst you want to infuse a situation with.

For me, I tend to headcanon him as 4 or 5 when his parents died so he has some vague memories of them but those get more fuzzy the older he gets. He might be able to recognize their pictures, but I imagine he has trouble recalling the details of their faces. He can remember certain details (for example he knows his dad had dark hair and his mom had blue eyes but he doesn't remember much else).

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #I think this has major angst potential #Billy not knowing he looks like his dad as Cap because he forgot what he looked like

[svtskneecaps]

ngl at this point i feel like the admin team should just be like "ok, meta rule, don't use the damn wand of symmetry for anything but builds" bc damn. this will have an effect on the trout population (badboyhalo's coffee intake)

#qsmp #they already banned its use on protected areas i think reinforced bases should also be off limits #it's not that much of a stretch tbh as much as i like the enrichment this is giving bad #the scramble to solve the potentially unsolvable by turning the egg rooms into horrifying claustrophobic nightmare boxes isn't exactly neato #also there is a tiny worm in my head that has tallulah tiny and scared in the corner of her empty room projected onto the backs of my eyes #at all times #i'm not particularly in the mood to make it worse as much angst potential as there is #y'all can feast on the hypotheticals i'm asking the powers that be to not make me see it in action #shut up vic #block game brainrot

[riality-check]

things you said that made me feel like shit with steddie?

10. Things you said that made me feel like shit

Steve doesn't know what he did. One minute, they were laying on the couch together, watching a movie, and the next, Eddie is snatching his jacket and trying to storm out of Steve's house.

"Eddie, come on-"

"Don't 'Eddie, come on' me."

"I don't understand-"

"You're right. You don't," Eddie snaps.

"Then explain it to me," Steve snaps back. "Because I promise I'll get it if you do."

He watches Eddie's face, watches how he's probably just barely holding himself back from saying, no, you won't.

Instead, Eddie says, "You should get it already."

And that might just hurt worse.

"Get what?" Steve shouts, throwing his arms out. "What am I supposed to get that you won't tell me?"

"That you made a bad call!" Eddie says. "That you shouldn't have dragged me out of there! Because I know it and everyone else does, too, but you're the only one who doesn't, and you should get it!"

Steve doesn't have a chance to respond before Eddie throws himself out of the front door and slams it behind him.

He's too busy realizing that he said I love you out loud and didn't keep that stupid thought in his head where it belonged.

Send me more prompts, if you'd like!

#god y'all don't make me write angst #when i do i swing and i swing hard #asked and answered #anon #ria writes #ngl not super proud of this #but it's the only direction i had for it #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie

[elvisabutler]

I just read your angst/jealous/drunk austin hc and imma need a fic like that when you’re not busy

oh anon. that was cute. i'm always busy with either my daughter, my job(s) or life in general. but also fics because i don't know when to stop. and this was from august. i'm so sorry. if you're still here. hi, this is one of three i started.

when will we get the time to be just friends

summary: a date goes well enough when you're broken up with austin. austin mildly ruins it by being drunk and calling you while being intensely jealous. the fact that he's in new york works to your advantage. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, whatever you wanna call it ) word count: 1799 warnings: you know the drill. daddy kink. talk of a break up. jealousy. austin is drunk, dove is sober. no use of the y/n. dom/sub relationship. character bleed issues. mildly unhealthy dynamics. choking during sex. possessiveness. p in v sex ( unprotected via condom, but dove has a birth control patch ) author's note: for real though i am so sorry anon about how long this has taken. i still have like two other fics i started for this prompt and will probably post. so. if you're still here by golly you'll get a small feast. this is not canon, but consider it an offshoot? a what if? based on this headcanon/blurb/crumb thing.

Consider you don’t block his number. Consider you just hang up the phone until five minutes later when you realize that for some ungodly reason you can’t stop thinking of what he said. He’s not wrong, you didn’t actually come with the guy you brought home and yes, you didn’t wear underwear with that dress, because it never really fit all that well when you did, it messed up the lines of the dress. 

You debate the merits of blocking his number as you stare at the phone because you know you should. You know that at this point the way you and Austin have been interacting with each other isn't healthy, that you two should have given each other a clean break. You two should have stopped talking to each other so that you could both- heal properly from Elvis and whatever you two had gotten wrapped into while filming. It's just that talking to Austin was easy, it's always been weirdly easy for you even from that first day. Of course that first day might have been more flirting than it was talking but all the time after and all the phone calls during quarantine and then the time spent as Austin and you, Daddy and Dove, and even Elvis and Priscilla- it was just easy to talk to him. You miss him, god help you but you miss his touch and miss his hand around your throat. Before you realize just what you're doing you end up shooting him a text asking where he's staying.

He's lucky you've lived in New York for almost all of your life so that his answer that would be mildly incoherent to others is translated easily and you realize- his hotel is very close to your apartment. You still catch an Uber though, unwilling to walk in the heels and dress that you're in. Besides the wait for the Uber allows you to dwell on what you're doing. Dwell on the fact that you think you're going up to his hotel room to confront him but you know perfectly well that's not what's going to happen. He was so goddamn belligerent over the phone that you're surprised he didn't call you a slut, didn't tell you that you were still his like he hadn't fucked Lily Rose and Olivia and all those girls on the Masters of the Air set. You held no claim over him because you had tossed it away and you were okay with that- except sometimes- nights like this you couldn't help but wonder what would have been. What could have been, it would have been you and him on the date you had just been on. This dress would be a pool of fabric at the foot of your bed and he'd be entering you softly at first before you told him you wanted it harder.

Before you realize it, you're already at his hotel room door and you don't even get a chance to knock on the door before he's opening it as if he sensed you were on the other side already. He's not- fully drunk, you think, just enough that his tongue is loosened and that he doesn't have half the hang ups he's developed while talking to you since the break up. His eyes rake over your form, taking in how the dress clings to your body in all the right places to have him letting out a low groan. The finally settle on your thigh, peeking through the slit of the dress and he growls, pulling you in by the hand and shutting the door behind you in a rush. You want to tell him that you both shouldn't be doing this- that you're only here because you want to give him a piece of your mind but then you feel his lips on your neck, feel the slight brush of stubble against your skin and you whimper. The guy you had gone on a date with was fine, he was nice and great but he wasn't Austin.

"Missed you. Missed seeing you look this fucking gorgeous." He mouths at your neck, nipping just slightly before giving you an actual bite. "Showing off your legs, Dove. You knew there were going to be cameras there, knew I'd see it."

"I didn't." You whisper quietly, your hands against your own wishes move to grab at his hair, yanking at the strands. "Didn't see the camera till they already took a pic."

That earns a snarl from Austin has his hands move to find the zipper to your dress, which he finds quicker than he has any right to with how much liquor you figure he's had. "So he didn't protect you. Let my Dove get her photo taken against her will. You know I would have made sure no one saw you like that if you didn't want it. Would have only let me and the staff see you like that."

It shouldn't make your toes curl, the way he threatens that he would have protected you. It should bother you that he's still this possessive over you like you both just left the Elvis set but- it does. Your toes curl in your heels and Austin notices how you're shivering under his touch as he starts to pull down your dress.

"Gonna fuck you. Need to fuck you." He mumbles, his hands moving to cup your bare breasts because of course this dress didn't allow you to wear any undergarments. That boy would have enjoyed you like this, like only he has the right to. Like only he should, even if you're not his girlfriend- his sub- his everything and more any more. "Need my Dove. Gonna make you feel good, forget about him. Make you miss me."

You figure that maybe Austin is just gone enough that he won't remember your next words and you're feeling every feeling you've been trying to work through in therapy just rush to the surface. "I already miss you. So much. Why do you think i keep talking to you?"

After all, that's all you'll allow yourself to have because anything else means you broke up with him for no reason, for no purpose. You're not supposed to have anything else. Just maybe Austin as a friend, as someone who knows every single thing about you, who you trusted to submit to and who- broke your heart maybe as much as you broke his.

Something about you saying that spurs something in him, has him making the dress pool at your feet and has him lifting you up against the wall as he fumbles with his pajama pants, pulling them down just enough to free his already aching cock. It looks angry and red and covered in precum, almost as if he'd been playing with it before you arrived, a notion that has you moaning against him as he lines himself up with your cunt. You shouldn't be wet, you shouldn't be aroused by the way he's so jealous but it's done something for you, it's reminded you that this is why you thought he was perfect. He wants to protect you, he wants only you, he wants you with a focus that is terrifying and yet so endearing.

The feel of his cock after so long takes your breath away, has you clawing at his back because he's not pulling any punches so why should you, his thrusts are messy and fast and hard and you love it while craving maybe a hint of softness that you don't dare ask for. He starts to slur words against you, a hand moving to your neck to choke you lightly, his voice sounding like a mix of Elvis and like the California boy that you never met and you likely never will even if he can shake this drawl.

"Shouldn't have let you leave me. Should have come straight here to get you back. Love you so much. Miss you so much. Miss your everything so goddamn much. Want you by my feet again. Want my collar on that neck of yours." He keeps moving, keeps having his hand tighten but not enough to worry you. "Still got the necklace. Still mine."

You shouldn't entertain this, you shouldn't but the words are making you want to sob and you don't want to, you bury the urge and just grab onto his wrist with one hand and tap once. Yes. You're still his. You're always going to be his no matter what because isn't that the joke, that you don't think even if you can detangle every last bit of you that was Priscilla and even if he can detangle every last bit of himself that was Elvis that you're not going to be his and he's not going to be yours.

Maybe it's because he had already been playing with himself before you came or maybe it's from the way your cunt clenches around him as he tightens his grip but you feel him cum and hear his groan as he does. Your heartbeat rushes in your ear from the lack of oxygen and yet you swear you hear him whispering your name. Not Dove, not Cilla. Your actual government name and somehow that does it for you. He doesn't even have to touch your clit before a small orgasm barrels through you. It's small but the release you feel from it scares you in its intensity. His hand leaves your neck and you take the opportunity to breathe, the opportunity to catch your breath from the lack of air and from just being around Austin after so long. Austin- you figure- is doing the same before you feel him trying to nuzzle at your neck. You feel him placing kisses on your jaw, they're messy but they're also softer than you think he has any right to do after what he said.

"Stay here tonight." He asks as he pulls out. The words are soft, almost like he doesn't want to say them but he needs to. Needs you to hear them. "Please."

Austin does not beg, that was always you. That's always how it's been. You beg and you ask and you get what you want. Austin asks and you give because he is giving you what you need. The question, the plea makes you open your eyes that you hadn't even realized had shut at some point to just look at him. You see his blue eyes mildly glassy but brimming with what you think are tears. You know what you should say, what you should do but you're selfish and young and you can't help your answer, simple and said with a nod. "Okay."

You leave before he wakes up.

#ally answers asks #ally writes #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut #austin butler angst #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader smut #austin butler x you #austin butler fanfiction #told y'all i'm just writing things from everywhere. #let us see if this manages to make its way into the tags.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I am at 59k on this Ninjago fic i swear I'll finish it this month I will work on nothing else I am going to finish this--

#knox rambles #save me y'all every time i sit down to write the last big couple of scenes i end up adding a new unrelated scene instead #I've added like ten new scenes in different places and three new cameos from characters i wasn't going to write and i'm adding another scen #right now right this second I SWEAR I'M GONNA FINISH THIS SCREMS #I keep sending people my wordcount so y'all get to suffer knowing too #definitely splitting this into chapters because my gods #what am i even writing you ask? kai angst #well everyone angst thye all get angst but we're destroying kai right now #told my friend like 90% of the fic and realized i have three major plot points going at once #and they all play an important role to angsting the crap outta kai #only a little extremely confusing #okay i'm stalling i gotta get back to it #its so hard to write with my computer overheating i need to see if i can steal the laptop from my fam #Me: we certainly have been inactive on our blog by the time this is out people are gonna have it show up on their dashboards and go who dis #i KEEP GOING BACK TO RE-WRITE STUFF TO HGKSJLSDFJFKD #OKAY GOING GOING HOPE Y'ALL HAVE A STELLAR FIRE DAY

[strangerqueerthings]

It's just a sale.

Eddie thinks this when Billy takes the baggie from him, and his fingers brush over his, lingering almost a split second too long, and there's there's something sly, almost hungry in his eyes. He figures Billy’s just eager to roll a joint and forget about Hawkins for a while- Eddie can’t blame him. Hawkins must be awful compared to California.

It’s just a cigarette. Eddie thinks this when Billy hands him a Marlboro as they sit on a picnic table outside his trailer, skipping school. He tries not to notice the bruise on Billy’s jaw, or the way he favors one side as he smokes. It’s none of his business, and if he wants to tell him, he will.

It’s just a favor between friends. Eddie thinks this when Billy shows up on his doorstep at two in the morning, his nose bleeding, eye already swelling shut. He gently presses a bag of frozen peas to the black eye, telling Billy to lean back on the couch as he shoves a wad of toilet paper in his nose, laughing half heartedly it’s not Charmin, but it’ll do, and hey, it’s not used! His voice is thick with tears he refuses to shed, but Billy laughs all the same.

It’s just a kiss. Eddie thinks this as Billy crushes his mouth against his, fingers tangling in his hair as their lips part and they shotgun the cigarette they’ve been sharing. Billy tastes of the cheap bourbon Wayne left on the counter, and cigarette smoke, and his breath is hotter than fire. He’s been telling himself they’re just friends, but he’s not sure if he’s fooling himself any longer.

It’s just sex. Eddie thinks this- only for a split second- before Billy’s under him, gasping his name as Eddie grips the both of their cocks, frotting against him, and he feels so good, his cock rubbing against his own has him seeing stars, and when they both come, and Eddie collapses on top of him, he can feel Billy trembling. He doesn’t say anything when Billy curls up beside him, and continues to tremble until Eddie wraps his arms around him and presses his lips over the scars on his back. When Billy stops trembling with a soft sigh, and melts into his arms, Eddie knows he’s fucked, and he’s giddy about it.

It’s just a misunderstanding. Eddie thinks this desperately when no one answers the phone. It’s a mantra in his head as he nearly overturns his van when careening onto Old Cherry Road, and sees the Camaro isn’t there. His heart is in danger of leaping out of his chest as he- like everyone else in Hawkins- bolt for the mall. The sirens of the fire trucks and ambulances are deafening, but they’re not loud enough to drown out the sound of Eddie’s heart breaking when he sees the hand sticking out from under the cloth on the stretcher. He’d know that ring anywhere.

It’s just… Eddie thinks- but can’t finish the thought. The stone in front of him makes it real. Makes it final. Billy’s gone, he’s under the grass, and the empty platitude of “Gone But Not Forgotten” makes him want to rip the stone out and hurl it into the quarry. Neil leaves town, and no one ever says anything, nothing is ever done, about the broken bones, the bloody noses and black eyes, the welts and cuts from a belt. He gets away with it, and Billy is in the ground, his grave marked by a stone that was likely a generic choice by Gary, because Neil couldn’t be bothered. It’s 2am, and Eddie leaves a pack of cigarettes on Billy’s grave, and unable to stop himself, screams into the summer night, and no one hears his grief but the dead.

It’s just not fair.

#sqt drabble #Mungrove #Billy Hargrove #Eddie Munson #major character death #y'all asked for angst and I am here to deliver #abuse cw

[floralembarrassment]

Hi! I love your fics so much they always make my day better <3

I was just wondering if you could write an angsty/Sad Rosekiller fic? Idk why I'm just in the mood to feel pain and i love your writing so yeah :)

Hi you very kind human! I'm glad you find some joy here! What's fun request that made me hurt my own feelings so I hope it hits your pain fancy - as always requests and asks are the best! with love

Burning Desire (1/3) (rosekiller)

The thing with Evan and Barty is that everyone knew they were supposed to be together except them. They were both too stubborn, a bit too dim, and honestly too desperate for one another that neither of them had a clue the other had been pinning for years.

But how was Evan supposed to know? Barty was out flirting with everyone. He was with a different girl to in Hogsmead each weekend, and dancing with a different Slytherin boy every other, and kissing his friends just for fun. When Evan figured out he was ace he nearly threw in the towel, except his heart couldn't let go.

When Evan had both worked up the courage and had had enough, he wrote everything he wanted to tell Barty, planning to burn the note before he spoke to him in person. But as he wrote his heart out he realized that losing his friendship with Barty was actually worse than not telling him about this stupid little crush. Evan crumbled up the note and decided he once and for all needed to get over himself.

Evan went to grab his wand he had thrown on the bed as Barty walked into the dorm. He jumped and quickly set the parchment on fire, and Barty looked at him with a quizzical smirk.

"What are you hiding Rosier? Starting a diary like Regulus are we?" He chided.

In that moment Evan was hurt, especially because he had just decided that he would never be enough for Barty and at least being his friend, being able to be near him would have to be enough. And while he wasn't writing a diary, he did push his emotions down like Regulus and lash out instead.

"How about you mind your fucking business Crouch. You clearly wouldn't know a thing about privacy, seeing as you were basically practicing to be an exhibitionist in the common room with that 7th year," Evan sneered. It was meaner than their usual banter, and Evan knew Barty heard the nastiness in the tone.

Barty threw him a stinging hex, but Evan blocked it with ease: "oh screw off, you're just jealous because you haven't done so much as hold hands with someone since 4th year." Barty hit back.

"Jealous? You think I'm jealous? I don't want anyone you've been with," Evan scoffed, his cheeks flushed, betraying him though. He wasn't jealous about what sexual things Barty did, but he was jealous of those who held him closer...

What Evan didn't know was that Barty was only trying to get over his long lust for Evan. Evan never once reciprocated his flirtations, even when he was crudely foreword. How was Barty supposed to know why Evan was really jealous. Barty wanted to offer to help Evan find someone, but he never could bring himself to it, always thankful that Evan would decline because Barty wasn't sure he could handle seeing Evan with anyone else.

"Well clearly you are hiding something," is all Barty ended up replying. "I'll just forget it okay?" He finished and Evan sighed, just looking down at his shoes.

Barty stepped forward, reaching out like he normally would to pull Evan into a hug, but Evan jolted back. Barty looked at him surprised, they always hugged to make up after they snapped at it each other.

"I... I gotta go," Evan said and he nearly ran out of the room.

Barty stood for a moment confused and concerned. Clearly something was going on with Evan. He moved to his desk to fix it up and see if his herbology homework needed to be done, maybe help cheer him up. But he noticed that the first page of the homework was missing and the second page was singed. Did Evan burn his homework? Barty thought, but then he looked around him and saw the crumpled up piece of paper that must be the first page. When Barty picked it up though, he froze.

#did i know i had an asks box? no #rosekiller #hurt/angst #maybe hurt comfort? probably not #y'all asked for the pain #fanfic #lgbtq+ #evan x barty #asexual evan rosier #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #marauders #slytherin skittles

[momspren]

"Remember... Death can be erased. Love cannot."

-12 Monkeys

#lovely runner #12 Monkeys #Thesis quote from my absolute favorite TV show also applies to what is making to be another favorite TV show #Coincidence? No probably not #I have a type #But listen y'all if you want another time traveling show where love cannot be erased then boy do I have a kettle of angst for you #No I will not pass up a chance to advertise 12 Monkeys why you ask #(and it has a happy ending! If u even care!) #Kdramas

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

For the first time since his brother had become a demon, Kudari gets to ride a train. Nobori and his other friends are there too, and for a while, things are nice. That changes when a powerful demon attacks. Kudari has to first face his inner demons if he ever hopes to defeat the one endangering the passengers. Lucky for him, he has a brother who would never let him down.

Hey! Happy Pokemon Day!

I am FINALLY posting, at long last, my @destinationunownzine fic! Figured today was a great choice lol. Thank you, mods, who organized the fic and let me participate <3 It was literally a dream come true!

It's my Demon Slayer AU! I need to share more about this one ngl, it's been a while since I thought about it! Either way, please enjoy this fic free for all to read <3

#submas #submas angst #pla era #VERY TECHNICALLY #tw blood #tw injury #tw dream death #tw violence #ask to tag #it's demon slayer it's got canon typical violence for the anime #ANYWAYS I LOVED WRITING THIS #IT WAS SO FUN #I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THE FIC!!

[voolfman]

Bring Out the Dead Man

ctir multi-chapter fic posted on ao3 by voolfman

Chapter 1

“Really?!” This was too good to be true, but- “Then bring back my brother-”

[Anything but bring back the dead!]

Ah, and there it was; the harsh blue box coldly said as much. It really was too good to be true. As with everything else in Yoojin’s pathetic life, even a “Wish Stone '' with the ability to grant any heart’s desire, nothing would ever go his way. Even if it was just to bring back his precious, baby brother, a boy so awkward in his ability to show he loved Yoojin, to show that he cared, that his only way to care for his older brother was to push him away.  To make him hate Yooyhun.

He dug his fingers deeper into the folds of his baby brother’s cloak, still feeling warmth from the gradually cooling corpse. “No,” he couldn’t accept it, he wouldn’t. “No! Bring him back! This world still needs him!” The world didn’t need a useless and crippled F- ranker like him, but people still needed saving, and only Yooyhun could do that. 

Therefore, there was one thing Yoojin could do, and he wasn’t so virtuous or naive enough to wish for something vague like “world peace” or “for the dungeons to go away,” who knew what would happen if he wished for that instead. No, he would dig in his heels in his last few seconds, and call the damn system’s bluff.  “Fine-" his words were starting to slur "-if you won’t bring him back, then I’ll die here as well and take this useless stone with me.”

[Wait, honey-]

The box was blurry. Why honey? “Give. Him. Back.”

Yoojin squinted. The text had changed. To what? He wouldn't know. The world was tiltled, and slowly smothered in the dense dark smoke of dying embers.

It was the soft thump of something landing on his chest that finally woke Yoohyun up. Not fully, but it brought his consciousness mostly to the forefront, where it had been…? Where had it been? And what was this weight that was settling on his chest? What was he doing-

“Yoojin!” he gasped as his eyes shot open.

[Quick! Honey needs help!]

Honey? Who was Honey? Where was Rauchitas? Was he asleep? So many questions, too many questions, were swirling through his foggy memory. And what was this weight on his chest? He glanced down, and his chest collapsed in on itself, the featherlight pressure resting there was suddenly a boulder pressing down on him.

Delicately he placed one shaking hand on his brother’s back, securing the smaller man in place, and used his other arm to help him sit up. No, no this was all wrong, after all he’d done to keep him safe- Gently he placed two fingers on the artery below his brother’s jawline and felt one little desperate pulse and then another and then another.  They were small and somewhat irregular, but his pulse was there.  Yoohyun almost hugged his brother and cried with relief, but he didn’t. Knowing how dire their situation was and that he couldn’t waste another second if he wanted to save Yoojin’s life. Not even to kill Rauchitas; he’d just have to come ba-

Yoohyun stumbled as he stood, careful not to drop his irreplaceable cargo. “Rauchitas… is dead? How-” He shook his head, interrupting his own shock at the massive dragon carcas that was already rotting right in front of his very eyes.

[Hurry!]

The pop up box was right, there was no time to wonder or worry about this.  If the boss was dead, he needed to get out of the dungeon quickly, before they were trapped with only one gate stone.

It was several days after he had escaped the dungeon with his hyung, that Yoojin woke up. It was a little less busy at Hayeon, and the press had finally calmed down somewhat in reaction to Yoohyun busting out of a closing dungeon gate with his heavily injured brother cradled carefully to his chest. With this in mind, Yoohyun decided to pay his brother a visit at the hospital, not only because he was worried with how close his brother had brushed with death, but now it was probably better to show his face than to abandon Yoojin again. His cover was already blown.

Quietly he slid the door open, not wanting to wake the injured man, only to find him attempting to sit up and tears streaming down his face.

“Wait a moment, hyung, let me remove the oxygen mask.”  Tenderly, Yoohyun helped his brother sit up and used the button to help him lie down in a somewhat upright position. He then exchanged his brother’s mask for a few sips of water in a poor attempt to replace the water Yoojin was quickly losing through his tears.

“You idiot!” was the first thing that hissed out of Yoojin’s drug addled mouth, and Yoohyun winced only a little. He was used to Yoojin hating him and saying hurtful things to him at this point. “You could have died!” The older man dropped his head and covered his mouth, and thinking that he may be feeling ill, Yoohyun made an aborted motion for the nurse when Yoojin whispered with hollow eyes, “You did die.”

And that…that was news to Yoohyun. Because if Yoohyun had died, well he wouldn’t be sitting here with his brother right now. “Yoojin, you must’ve been mistaken.  Rauchitas’ poison-”

Now Yoojin was glaring at him, his fists curled into the sheets. Shaking, pale, and sweaty, but the heat in his eyes was enough to compete with Yoohyun’s own fire. “Killed you. And you left me. You died with the belief that I’d never find out about the past eight years, and that I would hate you until the end of my days-” and suddenly all of that anger and rage dissipated from Yoojin’s tensed shoulders, and he placed his unsteady hand on the side of Yoohyun’s face, “But I could never hate you, I raised you.” He tried to pull Yoohyun’s bulky build into a hug, and slowly, he let the exhausted man. “I was hurt and confused and lashing out, but try as I might, I could never hate you. I love you.”

Yoohyun was in shock.  He never thought he’d hear such sentiments from his brother. He'd steeled his heart to the thought of ever receiving a kind word from Yoojin again, all so that he could protect him from his enemies. Before he could say anything, Yoojin slumped exhausedly back against the bed, still gripping Yoohyun.

"Yoojin," he whispered, "Yoojin, I'm sorry, but you need to let go of me." Unfortunately for the younger of the two, the older brother was completely out cold and instead of letting go, he gripped onto Yoohyun’s back even more. Not that the stronger grip was even remotely strong at all, and with a light tug the young guild master freed himself and allowed the nurse to busily right everything and check Yoojin’s slowly and steadily improving vitals.

As he exited the room, he turned to Kim Sunghan who had been keeping watch.

"How much of that did you hear?"

The older Hunter grimaced. "Everything, sir."

Yoohyun glanced back a the closed door and said, "Nothing leaves this room. Make sure the nurse and doctors know this. Make them sign a contract if you feel that's necessary."

"Understood."

"You have questions, I know. So do I-" Yoohyun could see the uncertainty in the Hunter's eyes, "but right now the only one with answers is my hyung, and I don't want to slow his recovery."

Sungham inclined his head slowly, and without looking at his Guild Master, asked very quietly, "Did you really try to purposefully make him hate you?"

He asked that because he knew that was the one thing Yoohyun had an answer for. "Yes." And he stormed back down the hallway, leaving his most trusted employee to watch over the fragile treasure that lay recovering in the room.

The absolute irony of Yoojin's life was he had finally acquired amazing L- class and even SS- class skills after having apparently "single-handedly defeating a dragon," and yet he was still an entirely useless F- rank. Not to mention he received it all at the cost of the only thing he loved. He wasn't entirely sure how he had arrived at the hospital or escaped from the dungeon, perhaps he did use that gate key in a moment of unconscious desperation to ensure his own survival. He knew he was under Hayeon's surveillance, though. That bastard Kim Sunghan thought he was being sly when he peeked through the window. Honestly, he should just tell the A-ranker to get it over with. The man had been so loyal to his bro-, to Yoohy- to Hayeon's Guildmaster that Yoojin wouldn't blame him, might encourage him or egg him on really, it's not like he had any more reason to-

"Hyung!" Yoojin continued to stare in front of him even as he heard the door's dainty click of the lock. "I heard you're awake…?"

Yoojin knew he shouldn't look, shouldn't dare. Shouldn't hope. He'd already had that dream, but he couldn't help himself. He really was the worst of them all. "Yoohyun." The whisper itself was only a little more than a breath, spoken almost as a prayer.

The eyebrows scrunched together in concern over eyes swirling with confusion and a myriad of other emotions. His face wasn't rosy with life, but, well, Yoohyun had never been rosy, but his face was certainly alive and entirely unharmed, moving, squinting, saying something. But Yuujin, he was entirely too focused on his living little brother. He scrambled to life, grunting a bit as his weakened arms struggled to lift him into a sitting position, compelling Yoohyun to quicken his pace to his brother’s side.

"Yoohyun," he murmured, his shaking hand lightly resting on Yoohyun’s hovering arm. "You're alive. That wasn't a dream." His shoulders drooped as he suddenly gripped the outstretched arm. "It worked, you're alive. It worked."

The scrape of a chair pulled Yoojin out of his reverie as Yoohyun sat down in the chair beside the bed, scooching it closer. "Hyung, that's actually what we need to discuss. If you don't feel up for it, please say so, I just- I'm confused. You said I died in the dungeon, yet here I am? I know I also believed that was the end of the line for me, but…"

Ah, it was time to 'fess up about the skill he'd kept close to his chest all these years. "Well… as you know, Yoohyun, I have a Custodian title and a small buff skill-" he searched the younger's eyes for a moment. For what, he didn't know. He then went back to staring at the empty hospital wall. "What you, and no one else knows, is that I also have a skill called Final Thanks. It only activates for a short amount of time after someone under my custody dies, not only giving me their skills and rank, but doubling them."

Puzzle pieces were clicking into place on Yoohyun’s face. "That…explains Rauchitas, but I don't have a revival skill…"

"No, I received a Wish Stone as a reward."

There was a slight moment of hesitation. "And you wished to bring me back?"

The actual answer was a bit more complicated than that, but Yoojin was growing tired and unsure if he should even explain all the details of what occurred, since according to the pop up box, it really shouldn't have. "Don't look at me like that," Yoojin twisted his mouth into something resembling a rueful smile, but it felt too sorrow laden for that. "I'd like to hope that I would have wished to bring you back, regardless, but there’s one more aspect to Final Thanks.”

Yoohyun stayed quiet as Yoojin reached, hesitated, and then took Yoohyun’s hand in his as softly as a willow branch caressing a pond. Taking a deep breath, and holding his brother, reminding himself that at least one of his mistakes had been reversed, “As part of Final Thanks, I not only receive their power doubled, but also their final memories before they pass on.”

“Then you know all of it?” Yoohyun’s voice trembled.

“No,” he admitted while shaking his head. “Just bits and pieces. Only enough to know I should’ve known better than to doubt my precious little brother.”

“Hyung- no- I”

Yoojin raised his hands and waved them about in a sweeping manner. “Ah- buh- buh, I’ve already made my peace.  I don’t blame you anymore, yes you hurt me, and yes we both could’ve gone about this in a better way, but what’s done is done. Now,” and at this Yoojin drew himself up as best he could, and placed his hands on his hips. “You ought to get out of here before you let nearly a decade of hard work of ignoring me go down the drain. Go on, shoo shoo. I’ll be alright on my own, I’ll stay out of dungeons. Heh, not that I’d be able to anytime soon even if I wanted to.”

At that Yoohyun froze and looked away, slightly abashed. “Actually-” he cleared his throat, “I might have already done that when I escaped the dungeon with you.”

“Ahh… sorry.”

Before Yoohyun could respond, Kim Sungham made himself known as he opened the door.  “Guildmaster, visiting hours are over now.”

Yoojin gave his younger brother a light punch, moreso for protection of his own knuckles than out of any even remote fear of injuring the S- rank Hunter. “Good luck, keep it up, and stay safe. Who knows if we’ll come across another Wish Stone?”

That was when Yoohyun frowned, drew together his eyebrows, and decided to throw a fastball and shock both of the other men in the room.  “We’ll be back after midnight.”

“Why?” voiced twin voices of concern, Sungham and Yoojin being in sync for the first time.

“To kidnap you, of course.”

#sctir #han yoojin #s classes that i raised #han yoohyun #the s classes that i raised #tsctir #ao3 #kim sunhan #angst #drama #au #enjoy? #technically y'all asked for this #bring out the dead man

[imagineitdearies]

Hi! I recently came across this poem from Natalie Wee and damn if it isn't early Tystar:

Reasons not to kiss him:

1. you weren't raised to love tender.

2. when he's around all you do is tremble. when he's around you want to get on your knees. look how much power he has over you. it's dangerous.

3. he's too good at forgiving and you're too good at violence.

4. you know what they say about monsters. you know what happens to the boys who love them. are you going to do that to him?

5. your hands don't know how to be gentle. think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn't know how to hold something magic and not destroy it.

6. if you hurt him it might kill you

7. if you hurt him you might kill yourself.

8. you are very bad at rehabilitation. this is one addiction you'd fail to give up. he's going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you'll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name.

9. you still aren't sure he isn't a dream.

10. if you kiss him, you might wake up.

Reasons to kiss him:

1. because he's beautiful.

2. because he asked.

3. because he preceded please with, i'm not afraid of you.

(Even down to the wolf! I find it so beautiful so in any case, I wanted to share it)

Hi hello, how've you been? 🥰

Okay but DAMN. OUCH. You hurt me so hard with this ask and pointing out the similarity, thanks 😭🙏

This is exactly Astarion's brain right up until they kiss the second time. Poor man was going through it.

I just started making a list of my favorite lines but realized it was basically every line 🤣 So yeah, wow. Every time I've re-read this it blows my mind all over again. Thank you so much!!!

#fic: perfect slaughter #ask me anything #OUCH OUCH OUCH #y'all keep throwing my angst back at me and damn it hurts #(never stop) #biblically accurate durgestarion #astarion x durge #tagging those bc it also *really* applies to both durge and astarion

[wolfsbanesparks]

Howdy, I'm freezing over here in Texas rn 🥶 Anyways, I've been thinking about Pretty Little Thing. Sunny has disappeared, as far as we, the readers know. This may mean the kidnapper/killer(s?) are able to overcome Sunny's odd ability to charm people. That, along with the fact that you've said in the past that the killer collected body parts for trophies (something like that, I think), makes me really afraid of whoever this person could be. Mentally strong enough to overcome the Sunny charm and wicked enough to hack kids apart. Oh dear... it makes me wonder if this person has meta abilities or magical powers that have been helping them or someone who's been aiding them.

Also, is it just kids? We've seen that many kids have gone missing, but I raise a question, has any adults? (Besides Captain Marvel, obvi). Billy’s been going down a rabbit hole, originally thinking just Scott was missing, but then finding out even more kids and friends of his are missing. If he investigates further, I'm afraid he'll find something even worse.

Bonus: I've been brainrotting in this little freeze, so I started thinking thoughts. What if the super sons caught wind of the missing Captain Marvel, and set out to Fawcett to help their fathers and prove themselves, only to end up missing like Billy :0

oh geez, ignore this if you want, but your fic is just so lovely ❤️

Oh poor Sunny!

His powers definitely make him a unique victim in this line up, though for the purposes of this story he is one of the street kids (albeit one that has a much easier time making money/getting basic necessities than most)

I love your theories for the killer(s)! There's lots of possibilities for how these kids were taken, all of them with lots of interesting possibilities! You bring up a really great point that there could easily be adult victims as well that no one has noticed, not even Billy who has been focusing on looking for missing kids.

Would you be mad if I said that Sunny's abilities is what got him taken? That it got him noticed and made him a target?

it would be so interesting to see the Super sons in this type of situation because they are smart and powerful with a lot of resources that Billy doesn't have, so it would be interesting to see how they would go about it (especially as outsiders to Fawcett City).

I will say though that the two of them would most likely never actually be targeted. They have large families that care about them (Wayne's are famous billionaires) so their disappearances would be noticed and investigated immediately which would be a major risk. And if they were somehow taken as Robin and Superboy, that would bring in people like Batman and Superman which would be an even greater risk. The only way the Super Sons would be attacked would be if they managed to get too close to the truth and needed to be taken out.

They target the most vulnerable people (namely the homeless) for reasons that will become clearer once Billy is abducted, but part of the reason is that people won't notice a missing street kid (particularly one that had technically been missing for some time). It's low risk and allows them to keep killing for as long as they want. It's one of the reasons Billy is in danger--he's fundamentally more vulnerable than other kids his age, more vulnerable than other heroes. He is in a very unique position to not only figure out what's going on, but also be part of the targeted population himself.

Lots to consider! I love thinking about these different aspects of the story with you!

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #fanfic asks #pretty little thing #sunny sparkle #I feel so bad for all these kids i'm killing in this story #but the angst is too good #honestly a huge part of why this story is so interesting to me is the fact that Billy is in more danger because of being a street kid #than he ever was because he was a hero #it's the fact that if he had been just billy and not also Cap he would likely have already been dead #it's such an interesting perspective