#hardcore angst

Frank can run from his past—but he can’t hide. Sooner or later, God’ll cut you down.

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Gentle (adj.): free from harshness, sternness, or violence

Frank is not a gentle man.

Never was.

Frank understands the importance of judgement. Of retribution.

The first kill came when he was ten.

Bastard deserved it, then some.

Retirement felt like submission for a long time. Felt like… acceptance. Forfeiting. Giving up. Frank’s not a guy that knows how to quit. Not when it’s in his blood. You can only subdue a man for so long.

But you can’t change his nature.

Summary: What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light. After almost twenty years of retirement, Frank’s past hits your family with a vengeance; a vengeance much like his own. A bounty on your family—in blood.

Warnings: Slow burn to violent, bloody explosion. Graphic depictions of violence and death/murder (not any characters we love). Angst. Bit of fluff mixed in. Hurt/comfort. Trying for horror. Kinda southern gothic vibes. Ignoring how time works bc Frank would be old af. Break-in. Pieces of comic-canon Frank. Sleep disorders/disruption. Lies. Guns. Family trauma. Stalking. You and Frank are married with twin girls who are around the age of sixteen. Reader is a nurse with implied trauma. 18+ only. Reader is always a consenting adult.

divider cred: junabuggy

Prelude I: Guardian Angels

Prelude II: Midnight Snack

Part III: The Shed

Like Sherbert will wake up happy and excited to do their daily chores with Rael again,

But when they go into Rael’s house empty, but for a book on there desk saying bye.

And Sherb will try to go on with their day but will keep circling back until they find them self sitting on Rael’s floor, missing the only person they ever knew

But these fanfics is what I’ve been reading for the month of January!!!! (This is only a few I’ve read)

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This is a one shot I literally JUST read I love it so much❤️

Summary- “Harry, are you wearing a Slytherin tie?”

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This fanfic had me in tears. If you like angst with a bit of hard core smut this is def the book for you!

Summary- "𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞."

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.

"𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭."

It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have.

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Summary- “Potter,” Malfoy says, sitting down next to him at breakfast. “I think we should have sex.”

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// This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. //

After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.

2020.04.19 - Available as a podfic by Sandstripe!

2020.09.03 - Available in Russian by theladywiththecamellias!

2021.05.25 - Available in Chinese by Bluebubbling!

2021.11.10 - Available in Bahasa Indonesia by holyverde!

2022.01.12 - Available in Türkçe by peIin!

2023.06.16 - Available in tiếng Việt by picpicpico!

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Summary- “Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time," Draco points out carefully.

“Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.”

The Saferoom smelled of iron.

A scent so oppressive and unbearable even a man with no nose like Peter had to turn away.

His plan had succeeded, the desperate bid to get rid of the aubergine killer once and for all, it had been simple once he had fired his other employee, although even now he wondered why the man had simply left.

Peter had never thought it would get to this point, that he’d actually KILL a man, even one as sickening as this.

Even when the blood of all the aubergine’s victims was still warm, it was hard to stop hearing the screams.

Peter had not expected screams, maybe he should have, but he had assumed that the aubergine would go down treating even death as just another joke. How he wished that were true. If Dave had joked as he died it would have been easy to push aside in his mind, Dave wasn’t human, he wasn’t hurting.

Peter sat down in front of the body. Dave was moving, staring at him, but he couldn’t stand, the suit was too heavy.

Men came into the room to drag Peter away and all the thoughts he had been holding back spilled out.

“WAIT! DON’T SCRAP ME!!!”

“Give us one reason not to.”

“S-see that body? That’s Dave Miller, the Kiddie Strangler.”

There is a moment of silence.

“Good work Scott, you will be receiving a promotion for this.”

“Good now just let me seal-“

“Grab the body, oh and that other one, the janitor he buried in the parking lot.”

“Wait wh- NO! NO NO NO!!! You can’t!!!” Peter watches in horror as the corpse that had just been in front of him was dragged out and shoved to the back of a truck, followed by the recently buried Jimbo.

“If you send-“ Peter is cut off when he too is shoved in the back of the truck, the door closes to leave him in darkness.

…

“W’s y’rrr br’thr…” a voice slurs from in the truck, Peter looks around, eyes landing on Dave’s corpse.

“What?”

“Reed.”

Reed… that had been the name his employee had identified himself by.

“Reed… Reed is my brother?” Peter asked with some skepticism. The corpse just stares at him, offering no answer. It was a long drive after that.

…

100 feet of stolid steel plating composing a large metal cylinder in the back of the Scott Memorial Machine, in the metal a clear face can be seen, looking as if it were asleep, but could wake at any moment.

Peter stared up at the face in something like awe, or maybe terror.

He had seen Jimbo run through, it took mere minutes.

1000 phones in a single afternoon. That’s what the man had said. It made no sense. Who would ever… need so many? Why was the machine so big?

He looked down at his name tag. He owned it now. The phone who had never wanted to send a single person to the factory now owned all of it.

It had taken hours to strip Dave from the suit, hours more to recover him after h tried to run, but now he was tied down, screaming and crying for any mercy. He deserved none, they all knew that. But they also all knew Peter was a bleeding heart.

There is a phone on the table in front of Peter, purple with white accents. Metal. Heavy. He looks up in confusion at the employees. His employees.

“Sorry sir, it’s the last one in stock. A lot of people have been getting sent in lately and we haven’t had a chance.”

“But it’s metal… it’ll be so heavy-“

“He deserves worse, plus we used to make metal phones back in the day all the time.”

“I… ok… just… put it in the machine and get it started.”

As commanded the employees shoves the phone into a chute, and gives a thumbs up to another employee who throws Dave into the pit.

The same horrible metallic screeches as he had once heard with the departed Jimbo are present again. But louder. Far louder. He hears screams in the machine, it sounds like Dave is trying with all his might to escape.

Peter winces, it’s a hard sound to hear…

Because of all the attempts at escape, what normally takes 3 minutes to complete now took 45 minutes. 45 minutes of Dave screaming and crying in the machine, begging to be let out.

At long last a phone actually comes out of the machine.

Peter stares down with caution, he knows what Dave is like. He wouldn’t be shocked if he went right back to his old self.

The phone sits up, shaking and nearly falling over a few times.

There’s just so much wrong with this phone.

The metallic purple head is pulling the body down, causing him to be constantly on the verge of losing balance. There seems to be an area in the midsection that is barely more than a spine with skin wrapped around it. His entire body has shrunk like clothing in the wash, phones have a height cap. He violated it and the machine went overboard correcting it, he seems to be just observing, silently staring up at Peter.

Hello anon! Hehe I see you’re a hardcore angst fan, I envy those whose heart can take it on big doses 🥲 I think you might enjoy these:

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Captain America: The First Avenger, guys this is just hard-core angst, inspired by a tumblr post, suicide ideation, Grief/Mourning, Steve Needs a Hug, Depression, Natasha and Tony are trying their best, but what can you expect from two emotionally constipated disasters?, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Feels, Heavy Angst, Open Ending, sorta - Freeform

Summary:

Steve had stopped breathing then, feeling the world start to close in on him with the idea that oh, he lived. You could have too had you made the right choice.

But he had made the right choice than, he had made the choice to follow where Bucky had gone, plain and simple.

Or, the what-if of Bucky having survived the fall and living just long enough to miss Steve being found. Star-crossed tragedy of the century indeed.

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Feelz!Wiblur & reader x dream, FEELZ AU!!! Credit to @gamerboykarl for her absolutely amazing fanfic feelz it’s so so so good please read it!! I was given permission by Lex to make a mini AU fic

Word count: 1238

Summery: Feelz!Wilbur pushes (Y/n) to her boiling point and gets to see how intense SHE can be.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and violence, aggressive name calling, and just a more mature fic. There’s also blood in the video down below!!! Animated only!!!!

Gifs are from perfect blue and Kakegurui

Pronouns: she/her, (same as the og fic)

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Wilbur hadn’t gotten any better than before. If anything was only getting worse and worse.

He can’t even leave (Y/n) alone to do her own fucking shit for even a god damn minute!! She feels lucky she can still go to the bathroom alone for a few minutes a day.

To think she genuinely thought this could work again, how stupid (Y/n) feels can’t even be expressed. But now that’s not something to focus on, right now the plan is just to finally get up and completely leave.

She talked to another friend and would be staying at her house until (Y/n)‘s flight to Florida. Not willing to put up with Wilbur for another fucking night of she might loose it.

When Wilbur was busy streaming that was the perfect time to be packing her shit up. Knowing he’d be busy for a few hours (Y/n) took a bit of time to have a bath.

God. How much Wilbur absolutely infuriated (Y/n) before she was actually captivated by him. Wilbur was a handsome, seemingly sweet, caring, dorky man. But as with a lot of creeps, his darkness was hell hidden from the public.

(Y/n) took a deep breath in before putting her head a little but beneath the warm water. She let out a few muffled screams out into the water causing bubbles to come up to the surface. Doing that a few times barely let out all of the emotions

(Y/n) was keeping on lock down, not wanting to waste more time she got out of the bath to finish up.

Her bags sat near the door as she finished tying her hair up into a bun. (Y/n) was grabbing her bags as Wilbur left his office. “What…are you doing (Y/n)?” He asked innocently, his stupid god Damn fake “sweet guy” act made her roll her eyes back feeling herself physically cringe at his lies.

“Oh fuck off Wil, I’m fucking leaving!!” (Y/n) shouts turning around to face the creep she’d been staying with for the past few weeks.

His expression had changed from a soft warm to a hard cold look. He didn’t like that answer, and she didn’t give a flying fuck.

“What did you say?” Wil asked calmly, but something felt like this composure wouldn’t last long.

“I said I’m fucking leaving your creepy ass!! Holy fuck!! You can’t even get off my ass for two fucking minutes unless your filming!!! You entitled bitch I’m so god damn fucking tired of your shit!!!” (Y/n) shouts at him.

He was slightly taken aback, he’d never seen you get like this. Wilbur thought if he doubled down you’d back down. “Oh really? Where the fuck will you go?!? You’re just going to be homeless on the streets in a completely different country?!?! Yeah right dumb bitch” Wilbur says, but this was only escalating the situation.

“Excuse me?! Who thE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A DUMB BITCH??? WHEN ITS YOU THAT CANT HANDLE BEING ALONE FOR A FEW FUCKING MINUTES WITHOUT CRYING OUT LIKE A FUCKING BABY!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE?? A BIG STUPID MAN BABY?!?! BECAUSE TO ME YOU HAVE LITTLE PISS BABY BITCH WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE!!!” You yell at him starting to not be able to hold yourself back.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING BITCH!!!” Wilbur yells back raising his right hand to make a strike.

But (Y/n) went into the kitchen drawers pulling a long knife out, it was not a butter knife. “Don’t fucking touch me!! Get any fucking closer and I swear to fucking god I will cut your cock and balls off and EAT THEM IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!” She scream in his face.

Wilbur genuinely believed (Y/n) was just bluffing, that she actually wouldn’t do anything to him. Because she couldn’t! So he says “Really now? Then who else would love you but me? Like seriously the only guys that actually find you hot are desperate neck beards who think they have a chance with you because you’re below average, which is me putting that nicely. You’re just a dirty cock sleeve cum dumpster and you need me just as I need you. No one loves you, not even Dream…especially Dream” he says, Wilbur knew he struck a cord with (Y/n) because of the hot tears that filled her eyes.

She kept eye contact for a solid 30 seconds, not saying anything or doing anything. Just silent trying to process what was said to her. Wilbur just made a huge mistake by saying that, because now (Y/n) can’t control the anger swarming around inside her.

The fire was now out of control, it was a chaotic forest fire that was starting and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted too.

Wilbur blinked and then he felt a hot burning pain in his shoulder, owning his eyes to see a knife had been put into his arm. Barely a few seconds later the blade was forcibly removed causing blood to squirt up along Wil and (Y/n) “H-Holy fuck!!” He shakily cries out sliding down against the wall.

“Wilbur, I hope you understand now. That I can be just as if not even more terrifying than you’ll ever be. You think you know crazy? You didn’t. Not until now. Pull shit like this with anyone and I will track you down and torture you alive. Get therapy you toxic fuck.” (Y/n) explains in a tone that was more tired than anything, just exhausted of this bullshit. She spat in his face before getting back up on her feet taking her bags leaving the apartment.

The next week (Y/n) was at the airport in Miami waiting for her good “friend”

“(Y/n)!!” A male voice calls out, she turned around to see Clay running up into his open arms getting into a great big warm hug.

“Clay!!! Ahhh!!! I’m so happy to see you!!” She says laughing sweetly.

Once the two were in the car that was when Clay wanted to have a serious conversation. “…(Y/n)…we need to talk…” he says.

“Is…everything okay?…” she asked turning to face him, she took his hand into hers rubbing his palm reassuringly.

“I know something serious happened when you were at Wilbur’s…I won’t ask you to tell me until you’re sure you’re completely ready and comfortable too…but…if he hurt you and is now trying to hide it…I’d like to know…always know that I’m a safe space for you, you can tell me anything and I’ll still love you unconditionally (Y/n)…I…I’m sorry for whatever happened…but please let me know if you’re okay?…” Clay ended up rambling a lot and it become a whole ass monologue.

(Y/n) feels tears flood again, but this time for the complete opposite reason. “Oh hun…” she says softly pulling him into an embrace. “Thank you Clay…I’m okay now…I promise…” whispers in his ear.

(Y/n) pulls away “I also need to know…what do you mean “hide it” what did he do?” She asked wiping her eyes.

“Oh yeah…you went completely offline…Wilbur deactivated everything.” He answers.

“Everything?”

“Everything, all of his accounts are just completely wiped. He’s not on anything anymore.”