#angsty angsty

Got any continuation prompts/ideas for:

Character A noticing that Character B (who no one really notices/cares abt bc that's the narrative) has gone missing for who KNOWS how long and goes off looking for them?

Idk how to continue the scene in my head is all.

Have a wonderful day! -🌻

There was a break in their head, the smallest of realizations as they gazed upon the spot of where B was supposed to sit.

A simple coffee date- where the two of them would connect and catch up after months of being unable to plan.

They were 3 hours late.

A felt the sweat on their back began to double, the pit of unease swishing in their stomach.

When was the last time they saw B, anyway?

Hi! @chaotikanvas introduced to me your "Sleuth Jesters" story and I loved it! I want to ask you a bit of an angsty question:

So, Sun, Moon and Eclipse are animatronics. That means that if they're not destroyed first (well, in Eclipse's case, we all know what happened at the end), they'll inevitably end up outliving the Vigilante.

What would be the reactions of Sun, Moon, and Eclipse if Vigilante died:

1) By being killed.

2) Of old age.

3) Of sickness.

4) An accident.

Thank you for your wondeful fic!

Aw, thank you! ♥

Devastation. Sun and Moon have seen a lot fall in the line of duty, dirty gangsters caught by bullets, but their vigilante? It's unthinkable. A part of them wishes they were as unfeeling as those prejudiced against animatronics claim they are, just to not suffer the grief. However, they are gunning for whoever did it. Justice will be done for their vigilante. Now with Eclipse, he's furious. He should have been the one to kill them, and he will make certain that whoever took that away from him will pain dearly. But, if it was Eclipse who killed the vigilante, he has a brief moment of euphobia before it sinks in that they're gone. His obsession is no more. He destroyed his own love.

It's the best-case scenario for the detectives. A long life lived and experienced, and how you look beautiful with silver in your hair, but it's a bittersweet parting. Still, they can accept it peacefully. Eclipse, not so much. He would loathe that fragile, ticking clock that is your body. He'd be disgusted by this kind of death for his sweetheart.

For sickness, it would be the rare time the detectives and Eclipse come together to find something, anything to aid you in fighting your illness, but when it progresses, worst and worst, slowly stealing your strength, they're all frantic. The detectives struggle with hopelessness as they watch you fade before them. Eclipse would be furious that this is what you're succumbing to.

TERU MINAMOTO X READER - ONESHOT

- “Too late.”

WARNINGS: angst enough to make a simp weak me

NOTES: my heart hurts and this is why it took 2+ months to write this thank u (also kinda tweaked it a bit, hope you don’t mind!)

( unedited + fem ! reader )

Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world when I was yours?

At least, those are the god-forsaken words Teru murmurs in the deepest depths of his mind, tired eyes piercing at both you and Kou through the glass of champagne that he’s had far too many of. The married couple, he won’t ever admit how bitter he feels when the two words rolls off the tip of his tongue, were laughing, fingers intertwined as the rest of the people in the venue smiled at how gorgeous and how... happy you two looked.

He zones out a second after, the composed self he’s managed to keep throughout the wedding was irritably divided into immensely vexing thoughts that have haunted him since the first time he’d accidentally walked into the first time Kou had the nerve the courage to kiss you. 

‘Would she have been better off with me instead of him?’

God.., he hasn’t been this infuriated over you since he was once a high-schooler, since he’d been the ‘School Prince’ and the person that you’d been so overly head-over-heels for. Except these infuriating problems about you that have been clouding his mind for what seemed like an eternity were conflicting now. Before, the sight of your face, the smile etched on your lips, the warm pink hue spread upon your cheeks...

He hated every single one of it. 

You were only a naïve fan of his, a part of the majority who offered him utmost praise and raced to be the one sitting by his side. However, unlike all his other fans, you were the only one who affected him in this way.

The only one to make his heart pang when you’d mention his name.

The only one to stop him from sleeping due to the overdriven thoughts he had of you.

The only one who’d get his attention when his wandering eyes unconsciously scan the classroom.

He wanted to stop this. He wanted the feelings in the pit of his stomach to stop because he didn’t want this, he’s never wanted this to happen... but there it was. 

In the form of you, holding a simple love letter in your hands and your face a blushing mess. Teru looks at you for a minute before turning you down. It’s a harsher let-down than his usual ones, he remembers the words ‘I’ve never thought of you that way’ and ‘I never will like you, (Y/N).’ coming out from his mouth, all blatant lies, of course. 

You ran away after that, hands clutching onto the same love letter you held, now crumpled. Guilt filled him up completely once he’d seen you crying your eyes out, but rejecting you was the best decision he could make if he wanted to get rid of aching feelings for you.

That’s what he thought, a lifetime long ago.

Now you were here in a white wedding gown, now a new addition to the Minamoto household, but not with him. You opted for his little brother instead, Kou having lent a comforting hand after seeing you just sobbing away in the back of the school’s gymnasium. 

Teru watched it the love story between you and Kou, smile evident on his face as he tries to ignore how empty he feels. If it were someone else, if it were anyone else but you, he would have been the happiest brother alive. He wouldn’t be smiling too widely in the wedding pictures, and he wouldn’t have been drinking three glasses of champagne as he watches you both on the dance floor. 

But, God, all he could imagine was the ‘What if’s’. 

If he had let down his worthless pride, give you the chance of happiness you dreamed of, and accepted the feelings that had been brewing within him... could he have had this? 

‘There’s no use dwelling on the issue now’, Teru gives the smallest of frowns, but brightens up when he saw Kou walking towards him. 

“Kou? Why aren’t you with your blushing bride?” Could you have been his blushing bride?

“Don’t worry, Teru-nii, she’s still talking with her friend... and...”

Teru’s guilt tips over at the simple words. 

“I’m really happy to have you as my big brother and at our wedding!”

Kou’s smiling, so genuinely and so sweetly, but he doesn’t see how his own big brother is nearly tearing up. ‘Not today.’ Teru thinks to himself, standing up and patting Kou on the back with a quick and muttered, “Thank you.” before leaving to go to the bathroom.

He notices you glance at him, eyes twinkling with the happiness that he now realizes he wanted to give to you, and he can’t help but walk faster.

Yeah, he’s not going over to Kou’s for a long, long while.

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END NOTES: it’s 1:06 am and i’m crying over teru minamoto good nyt

- zuko is a tapestry of gray marks. everyone he has ever loved has betrayed him.

- he has a dragon mask for his mother on his right shoulder, and a flame for his father on his left. he doesn’t know how he got them. most parents fondly cherish their memories of their marks appearing on their children, but zuko wonders if his parents even know he has them.

- the one mark he remembers from his childhood is a bolt of lighting surrounded by blue flames: at the centre of his small torso. he feels it burn when his little sister, three weeks old, bubbling in the royal nanny’s arms, sneezes when he touches her nose.

- zuko, who has so much love to give. zuko, who loves so deeply even his marks form a triangle around his heart. zuko, who is ten years old and has no idea what his mark looks like because not one of them have shown it to him.

- his father burns half his face off. his father sends him on what his uncle calls a hopeless quest. the mark doesn’t fade, because his father hasn’t betrayed him. zuko knows this. his father has taught him a lesson. he knows this. the mark is not gray.

- his mother leaves him, but the mark isn’t gray. she is coming back. it isn’t a betrayal, because she loves him and she will come back. the mark will not go gray.

- eventually, they do. zuko doesn’t know when they go gray, because he refuses to look at his marks anymore. he’s practicing his bending (never good enough) in the higher temperatures of some Earth Kingdom port they’re docked at, when his uncle points it out.

- he huffs and moves into his next stance with ease, but the fire at the end of his fist burns a little hotter. he searches for something in himself: anger, apathy, sadness, acceptance. all he feels is shame.

- he spares a moment to wonder why azula’s mark is as blue as ever, and he thinks of his sister, poisoned by their father. he wonders if he has a mark on azula, and if it went gray when he left Caldera.

- his uncle is the one who shows him what his mark looks like. they’re standing on the deck of the ship and iroh lifts his sleeve to show him a patch of angry skin, shot through with a gold slit. it looks like his left eye.

- he laughs, but nothing is funny. his mark of love is the ugliest part of him, because loving zuko is not a gift: it’s a curse. the laugh sounds wet, even to his own ears.

- “it means those who love you... they love you even knowing what you think are your deepest flaws,” his wise uncle says and zuko thinks it sounds overly valorous even for him. zuko doesn’t have flaws. his father made it abundantly clear that zuko was the flaw.

- he feels the burn of a mark at the meeting point of his two collarbones. when he pulls his collar down, it shows a jasmine plant growing out of flames. he doesn’t need his uncle’s wisdom to know what it means: inner peace. strength through chaos.

- after he betrays his uncle, he has nightmares of the scar on his face turning an ashen gray. he wonders if he has ruined the only mark that belongs to him in the world with his selfishness.

- the mark is not gray. his scar looks almost a part of iroh’s skin. he cannot take his eyes off it, scared that it is a dream. his uncle never lost faith in him.

- zuko has resigned himself to carrying his uncle’s mark on himself as the only proof of his love. he only wonders why azula’s mark hasn’t faded yet: she tried to kill him enough. never would he have expected five other people to carry it.

- his mark fits like a puzzle on each one of them. after their experience with the dragons, aang lifts his right arm, streaked with colour over his arrows: katara’s droplet on the back of his hand, toph’s ring around the wrist, suki’s fan on his bicep, sokka’s weapons on the back of his arm, and zuko’s scar. zuko’s horrible, ugly, scar, the reminder that he was never wanted. zuko’s scar on his forearm, fitting in the middle of all those other beautiful marks. he blinks the tears away.

- he takes off his shirt to find a blue arrow swiping from under his left armpit and pointing to his heart.

- toph asks him to spar the next day, and she seems to be winning. she sends out a rock that catches him in the right side, but the pain is punctuated by a cold burn. he knows there will be light green seismic rings surrounding that bruise for a while.

- what he couldn’t have bet on knowing was toph’s hand pushing him up onto his knees, or the way she lifted the hem of her pant and demanded to know what the complete band of five marks around her ankle looked like. his scar almost blends in with aang’s arrow, and he has never been more glad that toph is blind except then.

- after they break in and out of a goddamn prison, sokka sits next to him in the airship. he takes zuko’s hand and places it on his left bicep, where his scar wraps around it, horrifyingly disfigured. he wants to apologize for it, but he looks at sokka’s smile and he doesn’t.

- instead, he asks how he completed sokka’s set, and listens to him explain the zig zag of marks across both his arms: suki’s fan on his left wrist, toph’s rings on his right forearm, zuko’s scar on his left bicep and aang’s arrow on his right shoulder. katara’s mark is the apex of the pattern- high up on his collarbone.

- zuko lifts his shirt to show sokka the crossed sword and boomerang he felt form on his right pectoral, above toph’s rings.

- sokka gasps at suki’s golden fan, framed under aang’s arrow on his other side. he calls suki over, and zuko is infinitely glad no one mentions how odd his marks are: not on arms or backs as most are. no, all on his torso, like a freak.

- suki regards him calmly, before turning he right wrist to show him his scar. “this doesn’t mean i forgive you for burning my village,” she says, but sits down with them and jokes about how all the boys were on her right side, and all the girls were on her left.

- zuko knows where katara’s mark will turn up. by know the pattern is crystal clear: the space on his midriff, just above azula’s mark and caught between toph’s rings and suki’s fan. it forms as soon as he decides that he will help her avenge her mother.

- after it is all done, katara regards him with cool eyes and pulls away from the hug. she twists to her right, showing the entirety of shoulder covered in his scar. he sees the symmetry it forms, sokka’s mark on the back of her neck, aang’s arrow on her forehead, toph’s rings around her neck, suki’s fan on her other shoulder.

- he wonders if they all felt as unbalanced as he did without the set of five, and he decides he doesn’t care. six people. six people in the world love him, and that is enough.

- he never worries about azula’s mark going gray because she burns it off him herself with her lightening. he does worry about the small remorse he feels looking at his scarred skin after the battle.

if you need to roll around in the suck some more, please check out this one. just, *chef's kiss*. JUST got posted

There's been a theme with car crashes going around including @lovemeleo and @merpinducedtiredness

Their fics are amazing please go read them if you haven't already

Warning- car crash, injury, hospital, angsty angst

"Alright we gotta go." Sirius stood up and kissed Remus. "Tremz you ready?"

The brunette stood up and kissed both his boys. "We'll be back in a bit."

The two left Sirius's house to head to an interview for some magazine. Leaving their boyfriends to miss them and watch Disney movies while eating all of Sirius's favorite ice cream.

"Excited?" Sirius asked as he backed out of the driveway.

"We're going to an interview where all they're going to talk about is our sexuality, say they're an ally, then ask and publish homophobic bullshit. No, cap. I'm not excited at all."

"Sassy" Sirius muttered teasingly.

"We should stop somewhere and get food. I'm starving." Sirius drove.

"Wendy's, McDonald's, Pizza Hut, Sheetz, and Starbucks as in a few miles." Logan looked up from his phone.

"Fuck I want all of them." Sirius groaned as Logan laughed.

"Who says we can't?"

"Our diet plan." Sirius sighed before flicking his turn signal. "Fuck it"

Sirius turned as the light went green.

And as a truck ran the red light going 70 on a 35.

Neither of them had any time to react before their car was thrown across the road.

They spun as Sirius cried out it pain, his leg pinned between the seat of the car and the destroyed door.

They spun off the road as Logan gasped out for his boys. Just their names. They were the first and only thing he could think of right now.

Then rolled once as Sirius saw through the cloud of pain. 'Please let Re be okay.' Because he was going to die and doesn't want Remus to hurt.

Logan screamed on the second roll. As the windshield sprayed him with glass. A piece lodging in his side and quickly soaking his, Leos, shirt in blood.

Sirius couldn't make any noise as they rolled again. Going dizzy as his head was thrown against the dashboard. He knew his skull was cracked.

Logan's mind said 'Life is short' as the car was thrown in the air. The hill too steep to let them slow. Everything felt like fire and he knew he was going to die but fuck. He was 25 and had his two lovers and he thought he would have years with them so fuck old people and their stupid sayings because life isn't short some people just don't grow.

Sirius could only think of Remus as the car landed back on the ground. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Because wasn't here to hear it but damn if he wasn't going to say it.

Logan was tired on the sixth roll.

Sirius closed his eyes on the seventh.

Logan gave into the urge to sleep on the eighth.

Neither felt the nineth.

Or the tenth.

Or the tree.

+++

Dumo didn't get any answers when he picked up the phone to hear Leo mutter for a ride to the hospital.

He didn't get any answers in the silent car either.

Not until Remus muttered "Car crash"

And then air disappeared because these were his boys.

Both of his boys.

And they were hurt and going by all his basically son-in-laws reactions they were hurt bad or even-

No.

His boys weren't 'even'.

They were hurt but they werent hurt bad. This was going to be a scrape on the knees he didn't bandage when they were young but he bandaged when they made a big deal of being hurt during a game of tag with their younger siblings.

They were fine.

His boys were fine.

He had convinced himself of that till they drove past the scene of the crash.

Sirius's unmistakable fancy car nearly unrecognizable. It was at the bottom of a steep hill. Pressed against a tree.

"No." Finn gasped. "Please, no."

Both of them had been in there. Both of them had been thrown down the hill. Both of them had hit into a tree. Both of them had probably screamed and both of them definitely called out for their lovers.

But now neither of his sons were in the flattened car.

And now all he could do was drive the three boys who sobbed and screamed for their loves, pleaded out for them to be okay, to where he hoped and prayed their boys and his sons were.

All he could do was pull into a parking spot, or in between two, and run into the stale hospital.

All he could do was type out the six words 'Sirius. Logan. Car crash. Hospital. Now.' to the team and family group chat.

All he could do is wait to see if his sons needed a bandage or if they were even.

Sorry this is short. And angsty. But I'm on an age old tablet because my parents are stupid and I'm sad because my parents are stupid and I don't have a door.

Part two will be out I have no idea when.

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