#Alex Angst Snippets

[eggyolkguzzler-archive]

So many people know you as, ‘meathead’ or ‘himbo’.. It must be sickening to know people only see you as the dumb guy with the muscles.

I know I’m only joking when I say it, but.. Is there something you wish you were actually known for instead?

— @sebastians-asks

...

It's... Not all that bad. I think part of me has just accepted it. There's nothing I can really do about it, so why argue with people over it? Why even defend myself?

*Huff.*

But... If I wanted to be known for something...

I think I want to be known for being a good person.

Maybe then, more people would like me.

[eggyolkguzzler]

I like the winter but it also feels a little melancholy too. But being with loved ones makes it less lonely, don't you think? [feel free to use this as a writing prompt should inspiration strike]

I know what you mean, Anon.

I guess that's all there is to it, huh? You can't do anything else in the winter, so you might as well spend some time with the people you care about.

But... The whole concept seems a little pointless, don't you think?

People always make a big fuss about spending time with your family during the holidays. But what about every other day of the year? And what about the people who can't spend time with their loved ones, even if they wanted to?

What am I--... I mean, what are they supposed to do?

[sentientsky]

The roads are slick with rain—a car crash waiting to happen. Scully’s nails dig into the steering wheel, and the landscape flies past a little faster. The streetlights kick silver shrapnel-bits of light into her eyes. The sinew of her shoulder blade twitches, and she can feel it: Mulder’s hands in her hair, on her arm, on the slope of her back. His hands pressed into hers, keeping her anchored to the Earth with a pulse she knew better than her own. 

Then, Mulder, letting go, turning away, his body a filament of stars against a guttering sky. A phantom limb. A lighthouse gone dark. 

She remembers the bite of his words, the way invisible jaws closed around her throat and pressed down. She remembers the way he looked right past her, how his gaze sliced clean through her skull— a woman turning translucent under the stale light of an office devoid of touch. 

And just like that, she had become a disappearing trick, an inconvenience better tucked away for when it could be made useful. For the next time he needed an autopsy performed or a shoulder to cry on. For the next time he tugged the leash. She tightens her grip on the wheel. White-hot fury thrashes in her gut.

They’re a car crash waiting to happen.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

i'm gonna kick you in the butt for breaking my heart over Tyler being so scared during the confrontation and saying he wanted Brian :(

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Content Key:  🔞-smut 🥰-fluff 🐾-hybrid/shifter 👑-royal au 💔-angst  🪢-omegaverse 🎲-misc

🏷Price🏷

Nervous About First Time and Price's Solution 🔞

Home For Christmas 🥰

Price’s Wife w/ The Boys 🥰

Alpha!Price helps pregnant Omega!Reader 🪢🥰

🧢Gaz🧢

Soft Moments, Important Questions 🥰

Knight!Gaz and Princess!Reader 🔞👑

Gaz Has Roommates, Whoops 🎲🔞

🧼Soap🧼

Christmas Surprise 🥰

Prone Bone 🔞

Princess! Reader Knighting Knight! Johnny 👑

Shifter Neighbor!Soap 🐾🔞

Sundress Szn 🔞

One Bed but not really 🥰

💀Ghost💀

Soft Ghost Thoughts/Loving Simon 🥰

Simon At Christmas 🥰

Simon Loves Seeing You Comfy 🔞🥰

Arcade Date 🥰

Mate At First Sight/Scent 🔞🪢

God of Death Simon 🎲

Short Ghost Thing-a workout 🔞

♠️Graves♠️

Never Just "One Night" 🔞

On His Knees For You 🔞

Don’t Mess With His Kid 🎲

Graves w/ sick reader 🥰

Ropes w/ Graves 🔞

🤠Alejandro🤠

Weird Mountain Lion 🐾

🤴König🤴

Shifter!König but he’s uh… 🐾

Relying on König 🔞

Octo-Monster Hybrid 🐾🔞

Octo-Konig on Valentines Day 🐾🔞

Octo-Konig x freak scientist reader 🐾🔞

Anxiety HCs 🎲

🚁Nikolai🚁

Cat Dad Nikolai 🥰

Nikto

He's Comfortable With Your Touch 🥰

🦂Valeria🦂

Punishment 🔞

👥Multiple👥

Hybrid/Shifter 141+ Graves & the reader wanting to sleep in 🐾

Hybrid 141 “In Season” 🔞🐾

Goofy HCs, 141 Edition 🎲

Goofy HCs 2 (Alex, Farah, Laswell, and Nikolai Edition) 🎲

Calling 141 + Graves By Their Rank 🔞

Poly 141 On New Years 🥰

COD Guys + Helping Their S/O On Their Period 🥰

141 + Words of Affirmation 🥰

PriceNik x Reader-3 way call 🔞

141 + Sick Reader 🥰

Werewolf!141 scenting reader 🎲🔞

141 x reader short scenarios 🔞

Mate At First Sight pt 2 (Ghost x Reader x Soap x Gaz) 🔞🪢

Hybrids In Spring, Non-Horny Edition🐾🎲

You Have A Big Dog 🥰-

🌕Werewolf🌕

Werewolf Bf (Milo) Helps After a Long Day 🔞

Werewolf Bf (Milo) and his human gf (Sav) Snippet 🥰

Werewolf Bf (Milo) And The Missing Clothes ��🔞

🦋Mothman🦋

Mothman's Fictional Crush 🥰

👽Alien👽

Alien mate + pet names 🥰

🧛Vampire🧛

vampire x human meme 🎲

💫[Original Works]💫 Unnamed Werewolf Story: Ch. 2 preview, snippet 2: god (apprentice) gone wild

🎨My Art🎨 (mostly OCS and cod shit)

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[sophie1973]

Several Sentence Sunday

I was tagged this week by @tailsbeth-writes @iboatedhere @suseagull5914. Thank you and tagging you back, lovelies.

20k into my foster parents AU, and probably another 5-10k to go.

Here is some angst for your Sunday. Snippet and tags under the cut.

“Hey! So, what did Julia say? That we’re the best potential adoptive parents she’s ever had?”  Henry closes his eyes. Fuck. He told Alex not to get his bloody hopes up. He should have known better. He swallows hard, his mouth dry. “Not exactly.” There is a pause, and he feels the shift in Alex’s mood. “What happened?” “They’ve managed to track down a maternal uncle to the kids. He lives in Nevada, and they are trying to get in touch with him.” He clears his throat. Hearing it from Julia was hard enough, but having to voice it himself makes it heartbreakingly harder. The silence that follows is deafening, before Alex shatters it, his voice laced with anger. “That is fucking bullshit.” Henry flinches at the raw fury in Alex’s voice, trying to keep a steady tone as he answers. “This is how the system works, Alex. They will always give priority to blood relatives.” “Yeah well, I don’t give a shit how the fucking system works. Are you seriously telling me they can send them to the other side of the country to live with some strangers? They are happy with us! How can they do this? I’m not sending our kids to Nevada, Henry. That is not fucking happening.” “Well, that’s the thing, Alex. They are not our kids,” Henry snaps, a bit harsher than he intends, but he’s trying desperately to pick up the pieces of his own crushed heart. "We have absolutely no choice in this. I warned you that this could happen, and now it has."

Worry not, this fic has a super mushy, super happy ending.

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Double the Love | Part Two

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.9k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings

They finally meet

One year later...

The message comes out of the blue. The first time I've heard from John Price in a whole month, and it's a fucking text message.

I'm watching TV, curled up in a ball on the sofa next to my best friend and flatmate Winslow "Winnie" Sloane, when my phone pings. I think about ignoring it until I catch a glimpse of his name. It's an unspoken rule between the two of us - we never knowingly ignore one another. Obviously, he can't reply to my messages when he's on ops, but that's different - that's not wilful.

I pick it up without hesitation and take a look.

JOHN PRICE: Tali, I need a favour. It's urgent.

My heart drops.

TALIA KELLER: What's happened? JOHN PRICE: Call me. I'll explain.

So, I do. I tap Winnie on the shoulder and rise up to my feet, shuffling off to my bedroom so I don't disturb her episode of Slow Horses. When I'm safely shut behind my bedroom door, I tap on the call button, dreading what's awaiting me on the other end of the line.

"John?" my voice is full of nerves as the call connects, echoing slightly around the room.

"God am I glad to hear your voice, Tali." He sounds haggard, his own voice tired and hollow. It's not hard to tell that he's fresh off an op. I can already imagine how drained he looks; can picture the dark circles shading his eyes and his scruffy too-long beard.

Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly brave, I try to talk him into leaving the service. I think about Alex and his death, and I hate that John still knowingly puts himself in harm's way day and night. He's the only serving soldier I know now - I never met any of the other members of their unit - and I desperately wish that he'll retire soon.

"How are you?" he follows up, voice puncturing through my thoughts.

"I'm okay. At home with Winnie. How's Marcella?"

A soft sigh leaves him at the mention of his long-suffering wife. I wonder if he's even had a chance to see her yet. "Last we spoke, she was perfectly fine. Misses you though. You need to come over for dinner soon."

An easy laugh leaves me. Winnie and John aren't the only ones who've been supporting me since Alex died. John's wife Marcie has been there every step of the way too, helping me through rough patches whenever John is away on deployments. And Winnie's never been anything but kind and understanding - it's not in her nature to be anything but.

"Soon," I mumble in agreement. There's a sound on the other end of the line in the background, a murmured snippet of conversation and a drawn-out groan followed by a soft shut up. "Not alone?"

"Got some company," John admits. "Speaking of... does Winslow still have that big trip coming up?"

My palms slick with sweat. Yes. Yes, she does.

Ever since her big promotion six months ago, Winnie's job now involves a lot more travelling than it used to. And - because of that - in three days' time, she'll be in France, starting a month-long assignment helping a struggling marketing firm in Paris.

And I'll be alone.

It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I've always had this thing about being alone. It's part of the reason why I live with Winnie; why I've been seeing a therapist since I was sixteen; why I struggle to have normalcy. My current therapist thinks that it's a form of abandonment issues from being orphaned at a young age, which has led to my inability to maintain stable relationships. The therapist before that thought it was something completely different; that I seek to form attachments but wilfully don't, self-sabotaging and creating my own permanent sense of loneliness. But, my point is, I don't react anywhere near as badly to it as I did when I was a kid.

I still remember when I was fifteen and Alex left for his first deployment. I was still living with our maternal grandmother at the time, and I completely shut down. I holed up in my room for almost a whole month, refusing to speak and barely eating or sleeping. I could hardly function for worrying about him...

"Tali?"

I snap out of it. "Sorry. Yes."

"Could you... could I possibly bring some of my guys to your apartment? Just while Winslow is away. Our safehouse in the area has been taken out of action and we need somewhere to lay low for a little while."

My guys. The unit.

"What about your place?" My brow furrows. Surely Marcella wouldn't mind a few guests. She's calm and motherly and takes great pride in hosting. I'm sure she'd be in the element with them.

John clears his throat awkwardly. "Not an option. They don't know."

Ah. The brave, almighty Captain John Price still hasn't told his team that he's married. Typical.

I roll my eyes. "Okay. I hope you know that we're coming back to that later." A beat of silence passes. "How many people are we talking, John? Because it's a two-bedroom flat in London. It's spacious but it's hardly the Tardis."

He snorts out a dry laugh. "Only two. One of the lads is local so he's got family around here he can stay with. And there's some stuff I've got to get done, so I'll be hopping from base to base."

"Where are they going to sleep? Are they going to mind sharing a bed? Because the sofa is comfortable, but I know how you army guys are built..."

There's an awkward silence on Price's end as I hear him shifting around. It takes me a second to realise that he's covering his mouth against his phone's microphone. "Yeah... that's, um- that won't be an issue for them."

Oh.

Oh.

"Okay. Cool. I'll take them."

I wince. Why the fuck did I say cool? Of all the ways that I could respond and I choose that. Way to go, Tali.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this, Tali?" Price asks, his voice soft and encouraging. "If you aren’t, we can find something else-"

"Price, I'll take them in. Winnie leaves on Tuesday morning, so just have them swing by around then, okay?"

Favour asked and questions answered, we say our goodbyes and hang up. It takes me a second to gather my thoughts before padding back into the living room. The moment I step through the hallway, Winslow pauses the TV, angling her head up to look at me. A cloud of black curly hair frames her beautiful face, dark eyes wide and expectant. "Is John back home?"

I wince, getting ready to launch into an explanation. "Not quite."

Tuesday morning rolls around all too soon. By 9 a.m. I'm sitting cross-legged on the foot of Winnie's bed as she packs up her stuff. I can't help but feel a pang of anxiety strike deep in my chest.

"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay?" Winnie asks, almost like she can read my mind.

I meet her dark, knowing gaze and offer her a smile. "Winnie, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. If I need anything, I can call Marcella."

She smiles, running a hand through her freshly braided hair. The pearls attached to some strands clink together softly. "Okay. Good. But you've got to call me once a week at least, okay?" Before I can reassure her that I will, she adds, "And you've got to text me every day."

"Winslow, I will. Stop stressing, please."

A moment of easy silence passes before the laughter starts. Both of us crack up, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.

Once we've both calmed down, I take a closer look at her cases. She's packing almost everything she owns. It's a sight that worries me, so I look away, deciding to look out of the window instead.

A loud, firm knock on the front door saves me just as Winnie is packing up her last suitcase. We exchange a look before I'm up on my feet, scrambling to answer it. I can't lie, I'm curious to meet John's friends. But I'm also sad. Because there's a strong possibility that they knew Alex too. That they were with him when he died.

When I open the door, there's two men standing in the hallway, just like John said there would be. The first has short brown hair styled into a mohawk, the sides cropped close to his scalp but the top and back left longer. He's broad-chested, muscular too; built like a grizzly bear. And, even though his complexion has a slightly pallid hue under the overhead lights, it's not hard to imagine that he's usually quite tan.

And then there's his friend. Standing next to the grizzly bear and at least half-a-foot taller than him, he has the expression of a man who wants to break me apart with his bare hands just to see what's inside. I fight to meet his intense gaze, taking catalogue of the features visible under the dark hood of his black sweatshirt. His eyes are hazel - I think - skin tanned from what I'd assume are long hours spent out in the sun, and I can't quite make out his hair colour. He's equally if not more muscular than his friendlier-looking counterpart. My eyes trail down to his mouth, drawn to the scar bisecting his bottom lip. It doesn't draw away from his attractiveness though; just adds to the sense of rugged charm that I'm getting from him.

Not that it should matter. It doesn't. They're here because they need help; not because they want to be ogled by a complete stranger.

"Are you John's friends?" I ask stupidly, as if they could be anyone else.

The grizzly bear nods. "Aye. And you are?"

Scottish. Nice. I've always loved the accent, but his is even better. There's a humour there; something uniquely his. It makes me want to keep him talking just so I can hear it more.

"Tali." I step back so that they can come inside. They hesitate for a second before following me into the living room, the tall, silent one closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Also John's friend."

The grizzly bear plops straight down onto the couch, stretching out with no hesitation and making himself at home. His arms drape over the backrest, a lazy grin forming on his lips as he watches me take a seat on my armchair. The tall one gives him a reprimanding look, hovering beside the window behind him. His light eyes are always alert; darting around the room like something's going to jump out at any second.

"You army?" he asks, expression wary. His voice is all gravel with a Manchester accent.

I offer him a small smile. "Nope." I don't think anyone could mistake me for a soldier. I'm small - short and slender - and skittish at the best of times. "So... what should I call you?"

Hazel eyes narrow at me. "Ghost."

The grizzly bear rolls his eyes dramatically, offering me a wide, disarming grin. It's blatantly obvious that he's overcompensating for him. "Callsign is Soap, but a pretty lass like you can call me Johnny."

My heart flutters.

It takes a second to remember what John had said on the phone. Sharing a bed won't be an issue for them. The awkward, implying tone he'd said it in. In other words, neither of them are meant for me.

Ghost eases away from the window to stand just behind the sofa, drawing closer to Johnny. Johnny, on the other hand, moves so that he's leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees as he cocks his head at me. "A friend of Captain Price, are ye?"

I nod softly. "Yes."

"Funny that," Ghost barks, tilting his head to one side. "He's never mentioned you." Thinly veiled suspicion drifts off of him in waves, and it makes me feel endlessly uncomfortable. His harsh gaze melts through my skin and bones, boring deep into my soul.

I shift in my seat. "He never mentioned either of you to me, so I don't think that counts for much."

Johnny lets out a loud laugh. "I think I'm gonna like ye, Tali. Not many people talk back to 'im."

It's in that moment - as I'm silently praying for the floor to open up and swallow me whole - that Winnie steps out of her room, suitcases in tow. She walks into the living room, depositing them by the front door before coming over to introduce herself, a sceptical look on her face.

She levels Ghost with an icy glare, not looking away from him as she asks me, "Everything all okay here, Tali?"

"Yeah, it's alright Winnie." I gesture to each of John's friends in turn. "Winnie, this is Johnny." He raises his hand and waves, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And that is Ghost." I point to looming, ominous figure behind him.

"Ghost?" she repeats slowly. I nod. "Okay, well I'm leaving now. Tali, I love you and I'll miss you. Remember to call me." She bends at the waist to hug me, wrapping me up in her warm, vanilla-scented embrace. As she straightens, she glares at each of the men in turn. "And you two - don't give her any shit. If I find out you've made her feel uncomfortable even once, not even John will be able to save you. Got it?"

Johnny stares up at my friend, mystified. His blue eyes are bright as he nods. "Don't worry. We won't be any trouble."

Winnie turns back to face me. "Right, I've got to go or I'll miss my ride to the airport. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone, okay?"

"I know," I say, my voice soft. "I love you. Be safe and text me when you land."

With a nod, Winnie presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head then gets her last few bits together. And then she leaves. Leaving me alone with two complete strangers. Yay.

"So," I grumble, struggling against the urge to shy away from their intense gazes in the safety of my room, "do you want to see where you'll be staying?"

Later that night, the three of us gather in the living room to watch TV.

The guys didn't have much to unpack. They travelled light so I'm going to have to go shopping sometime soon to buy them some essentials; more clothes and toiletries. Definitely food too. If dinner tonight was any indication, they eat a lot.

I'm curled up in my armchair again, watching something that Johnny chose on Netflix. Every once and a while, I glance across at them. Ghost is sitting upright, legs stretched out in front of him. His legs are so long that his feet are tucked under the coffee table. And then there's Johnny. He's laying on his side on the sofa, his head resting on Ghost's muscular thighs. Every now and then, Ghost's hand runs down the length of Johnny's side, stroking him in soothing, rhythmic motions.

Looking at them, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. Jealousy that they're together and obviously quite happy. That they're comfortable enough around one another for these subconscious displays of affection.

I'll never have that. It's something that I've come to accept. I'm twenty-five now and I've never had a serious relationship. I don't even think I want one. For a period of time in my late teens, I thought that I might be aro-ace, but over time I've gathered that I do feel romantic and sexual attraction. It's just different.

The sad truth is that I don't trust anyone enough to believe that they'd stay with me. Love me. Make me feel safe enough for displays of casual affection. There would always be that looming sense of dread that they'd leave me sooner or later.

In my head, I've justified it. If I don't get into relationships, no one can leave me. Alex's death all but solidified that for me.

The rom-com Johnny picked out gets to a comedic scene - a naked beach fight - and he starts to chuckle. I join him and I swear even Ghost lets out a little snort. We're all laughing until...

"Fuck. Johnny, you're bleeding."

My heart crawls up into my throat. My eyes snap across to them, blatantly looking now. The white t-shirt Johnny is wearing is plastered to his side, a red patch seeping through the fabric, spreading across his ribs.

He sits upright, holding it with one large hand. "Ah fuck. Didn't get any on the sofa, did ah'?"

"Fuck the sofa," I splutter out in a panic. "Are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I call an ambulance?"

Johnny looks back at me with a quizzical expression while Ghost just sighs, standing up. He walks towards the bedrooms at an unhurried pace, stopping along the way to press a chaste kiss to Johnny's forehead, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, darling, I'll get the bag." Hazel eyes swing towards me, where I'm still panicking in my armchair. "His dressing just needs changing, and I'll check his stitches. He's fine, love."

I ease back into my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Oh."

Ghost leaves the room, heading into my bedroom to get the aforementioned bag. I've decided to give them my room for the duration of their stay because it has an en-suite. It eliminates the risk of me accidentally stumbling in on them in the shared bathroom that doesn't have a working lock. Overall, it's safer for everyone that I'm staying in Winnie's room.

Feeling more than a little foolish for my outburst, I offer Johnny a weak smile. "I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, Johnny."

"Ye sure?" he asks, blue eyes tinted with a hint of... something. Maybe disappointment? I don't know. "The movie isn't over yet. You seemed like ye were enjoying it." His brow furrows. "We could watch something else."

"I'm sure. It's fine; I'm just tired. We can watch another movie tomorrow night if you want."

His eyes light up at that. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

I'm back in Winnie's room by the time Ghost leaves mine. I can hear his footsteps padding down the hallway. Hear their muffled conversation and muted laughter.

As I fall asleep, I can't help but feel a different kind of loneliness. And, as I drift off, my heart aches for what Ghost and Johnny have.

a/n: guess who's back! so Tali has finally met the boys :) sorry if this part is a little short, just wanted to get something out in time for christmas for you guys - merry christmas and take care of yourselves, lapetitelapin

[judasofsuburbia]

wip wednesday!!

thank you @onthewaytosomewhere and @tailsbeth-writes for the tags<33 kisses to you both!!

here is another snippet from the canon divergence where alex and henry see each other for the first time in a decade after they've both divorced from other people!! angst!! city!!!!

Henry says, “I can’t begin to express the guilt and regret I feel from that. I count it as one of the biggest mistakes of my life.” “Don’t call us a mistake,” Alex snaps. “We weren’t,” Henry agrees hastily. “You were never a mistake, Alex. But the way I treated you was. I didn’t know how to cope with…” he pauses for a long time, searching and searching, “the fact that it wasn’t our time. I didn’t know if it would ever be our time.”  Alex sees the pain in Henry’s eyes and wishes foolishly he could take it away. Even if his pain caused Alex’s. This excruciating exchange of heartache to what end? “You had to break my heart,” Alex concludes for the first time in a decade. Henry exhales through his nose. “It’s the only way you would leave.” “You felt what I felt.” “Of course, I did,” Henry whispers. 

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[sinspirefly]

Finally a new chapter of my Cherik fic, "All Our Stolen Summertimes" is out! I should go back to a more regular once a week posting schedule now.

A little snippet:

“Do you want a plan, Charles? Would that make you feel better?”

The side-eye leveled in Erik’s direction was astronomical. “Are you teasing me?”

“Dead serious.”

“Then, yes.”

Plans were not Erik’s strong suit, nor had they ever been. He was a fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of guy. And now that he took a moment to consider it, to truly think about what could be arranged, what Charles could mean to him when all was said and done… What he wanted was only part of it. What was realistic? Now, that was a different question.

“We have such separate lives…” Erik admitted.

“We do…” Charles agreed, staring straight at the ceiling. “You have your safe house; I have my school.”

“We’ve done so much, separately,” Erik said. They had whole families, whole circles of people who relied on them. They lived on different sides of the globe. The jealousy Erik felt, seeing Charles with Sean and Alex––it wasn’t erased completely by their newfound affection. That life was foreign. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t his.

Sorry for a bit of angst today...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33086503/chapters/82134211

[theartofeggs]

69 followers ask event!

as a thank you for 69 followers (nice) i'll be doing a fun lil ask event

I'll write some short snippets (mini fanfics, basically) based on specific emojis/words.

All you have to do to participate is just send an ask with the relevant emojis/words, and I'll come up with something based off of them.

Emoji/word list -

Characters -

🍳 / Egg = Egg the Yolkster

🐉 / Dragon = Dragon PC

👤 / PC = Nameless PC/Reader

🐴 / Alex = Alex the Farmhand

🏧 / Avery = Avery the Businessperson

🐺 / BW = Black Wolf the Alpha

🔫 / Eden = Eden the Hunter

🪶 / GH = Great Hawk the Terror

🐭 / Kylar = Kylar the Loner

🎮 / Robin = Robin the Orphan

✝️ / P!Sydney = Sydney the Faithful

🛐 / C!Sydney = Sydney the Fallen

🚬 / Whitney = Whitney the Bully

Character add-ons -

🐲+ / Dragon! = Dragon version

♀️+ / AFAB! = AFAB version

♂️+ / AMAB! = AMAB version

⚧️+ / AIAB! = AIAB version

🚺+ / Fem! = Female version (she/her)

🚹+ / Masc! = Male version (he/him)

🚻+ / GN! = Gender Neutral version (they/them)

🐱+ / Cat! = Cat TF version

🐶+ / Wolf! = Wolf TF version

🦊+ / Fox! = Fox TF version

🐮+ / Cow! = Cow TF version

🐦+ / Harpy! = Harpy TF version

🕊+ / Angel! = Angel TF version

🦇+ / Demon! = Demon TF version

Genres -

⛅️ / Fluff - Wholesome content

🎪 / Comedy - Funny content

🍋 / Smut - Horny content

🪦 / Angst - Sad content

You're free to add as many add-ons to whatever characters you like, and give me scenario ideas too, but neither are required. If genders aren't specified I'm just gonna roll a d20 for each character involved and see what they end up as.

(example; 🐱+✝️, 🐶+🚬, 🍋 / Cat!P!Sydney, Wolf!Whitney, Smut.)

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WIP Wednesday

I will finish this fic if it kills me!!!

Thanks for the tags today @firstprincehornyramblings @tailsbeth-writes @gayhoediaz <3 ily all

Chapter 8 of how far will we take it will be live on Sunday, and I’m preparing y’all that it is all angst no smut.

This snippet is from chapter 9 which is both angst and plentyyyyyy of smut. It’s mostly smut. It’s angsty smut.

NSFW below the cut

Alex hooked his forearms around Henry’s hips and yanked him down the bed, shoving his face right in the cleft of Henry’s ass.

Henry tangled his fingers in Alex’s curls, holding on for dear life as the older man began making out with his hole. Long, wet licks over puckered skin. Swirls of a tongue teasing the fluttering hole. Lips sucking and slurping, priming a home for Alex’s cock.

Skilled fingers prodded against the entrance; Alex knew it well. They slid in with only slight resistance, just enough to have Henry chomping on his lower lip.

“Let go, baby,” Alex purred, his lips tickling against Henry’s inner asscheek. “I want to hear you. I want to remember.”

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Be your mom for Halloween

-someone who felt evil

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Hey, it's me again! Cause I'm mass suckered for angst, would you like to expand on the accident snippet? You don't have to :)

I also, really enjoyed all of them aswell!!

Awww! Thank you so much!!!

I had a lot of fun writing them so I'm glad you enjoyed reading them.

Instead of just expanding on the snippet, I wrote a whole fic for it!❤️

I hope you enjoy it!

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George could see it out of his mirrors and felt the agony sink into his bones as the blue Williams went straight into the barriers.

Alex!

George wanted to yell, scream, cry. He was in a multitude of emotions as “Red Flag! Red Flag!” blared in his ears. He hoped Logan didn’t see that. Hopefully, his child was still asleep, just as he was before George had left him to return to Mercedes

“How’s Alex? Is he okay?” Please be okay. You have to be okay. Logan will be very upset when he wakes up and doesn’t see you there.

“ He is conscious. Will let you know more when we have info.” Marcus answered.

James Vowles

Wanted to make sure you were aware,

Alex had to be flown to the hospital.

He needed emergency surgery.

They say it’s internal bleeding.

There it was again. That bone-breaking agony. The feeling of his world, his peace, shattering like glass against hardwood. Alex was supposed to be okay. He’s always okay.

Logan.

His son, his baby, was there alone in Williams without his parents. He must have woken up from his nap right now. He should be hungry and asking to be held right now. If you ask George, he doesn’t remember what happened besides sprinting to the Williams garage at breakneck speed.

Logan didn't like the atmosphere in the garage today. He had fallen asleep when the race started and woke up two hours later to find everyone rushing around. He could see his dad's car was back in the garage but Alex wasn't anywhere to be seen. His dad always comes and picks him up the moment he comes back. Even if Logan was asleep, he would bring Logan to the debrief or to the driver's room.

"It's okay. I know you're scared. Let's go wait in my office." James gave a thin smile, carrying the baby carrier into his office. Setting it on a chair, James readjusted the blanket that was slipping off. "It's a bit cold here."

"UH! UH!" Logan was starting to get fussy. He wanted his dad. He wanted to go back to the hotel and play.

"I know. Your dad is just a bit delayed." James smiled before returning back to his phone, hastily shooting off texts.

Logan wanted to cry and wail. It had been so long since he saw his dad. Did his dad forget him here?

The door swung open revealing a frantic Mercedes driver with a bag slung over his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. I came here as fast as I could."

"It's okay, I didn't expect Alex to have to be flown to the hospital."

George breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Logan. "Hey, Logie. How are you doing?"

"Uhhhh!" Logan kicked his feet and held out his arms, tired of being in the carrier.

George quickly undid the buckle and picked Logan up, hugging him tightly. "We'll go visit Dad right now, okay? He'll be so happy to see you."

"George, it'll be okay. Alex is strong, you know that."

"I know." Logan didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. Even though his dad hugged him tighter, it didn’t feel nice.

Logan was very displeased to have been taken out of his carrier only to be brought to the worst place in the world, the hospital. Logan hated it here. It was bright and loud, and people poked him with needles. He wanted to go home and eat and play with both of his dads. Don’t they understand that?

“Uhhhh!” He fussed in his dad’s arms.

George laid a hand on Logan’s head and gave soft scratches, similar to how he’d seen Alex do.

“Babies are just like little kittens.” Alex had said the first time George asked about it.

The gentle scratching seemed to tickle him and made him squirm and laugh. “Just a little bit more okay? Dad will be so happy to see you when he’s out.” Logan’s found his dad’s voice soothing but his voice sounded the same when Logan got really sick and wouldn’t stop crying.

George busied himself with Logan, tickling him, playing with him. Distracting Logan and by extension himself, from what was happening. Logan clung to his shirt and tried to pull at his hair.

“Ow, ow, ow.” George hissed. “That hurts. Don’t do that.”

“Ba! Ba!” Logan laughed and clapped his hands.

Before George could respond, the doctor walked into the waiting room. “Mr. Russell?”

George felt his heart drop and his throat close up. Holding Logan tightly to his chest, he stood up. “How is he?”

“Mr. Albon is stable. We managed to stop the bleeding and there should be no permanent damage to the hand and wrist. There was some bruising to the chest and lungs but it should heal in a week. He should wake up in an hour, however, given Mr. Albon’s complications with anesthesia in the past we will be keeping him under close supervision.”

Stable. Complications with anesthesia.

George’s mind rushed. How could he forget Alex’s complications during his appendectomy? George almost didn’t drive, wanting to be by Alex’s bedside in case something happened.

“Can we see him?” George needed to see him. He needed to see Alex whole and healthy.

“Yes, of course.”

George never saw what Alex looked like in the ICU but he imagined it looked like the scene in front of him, attached to different machines with a million tubes and wires. It burned to see his husband like this like someone had struck him with a knife.

“AH! AH!” Logan reached out, struggling to wiggle from George’s hold despite the fact that he can’t walk on his own. His other dad was here. He wanted to see his dad.

Logan patted Alex’s arm and pulled at the blanket but nothing. Gone were the laughter and coos and all the noise and happiness associated with Alex. Logan started to whine and fuss, no doubt upset his father who wouldn’t wake up to hug him like he promised.

“Uhhhhhh!” Logan started to fuss, clinging onto Alex’s suit as he tried to place Logan back in his carrier. Logan wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck, refusing to let go.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Alex rubbed circles on Logan’s back and kissed him on the head. “When I come back, I’ll give you all the hugs you want. Okay?”

Logan’s eyes squeezed together and fat tears started to roll down. “WAH! WAH! WAH!”

“Logie! Shhhh! It’s okay. I know you’re upset but Daddy will wake up soon. Shhhh.” George started to rock him but Logan refused to have any part of it.

He was tired and fussy and he wanted to go home. He didn’t like the loud beeping and the weird machines and he really didn’t like his dad not waking up to play with him.

“WAH! WAH! WAH!”

“Please, Logie.” George pleaded as Logan buried his face into George’s shoulder. “Please stop crying. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Logan, however, was inconsolable. His poor little face was scrunched up and he wailed until he started to choke and cough and was unable to cry loudly anymore. So he stuffed his face into George’s shoulder and cried silently instead. George felt the puddle of tears forming on his shoulder and the fragile yet violent way Logan’s body shook with anger and exhaustion.

He tried to walk around the room and rub small circles on Logan’s back the way Alex always did but Alex was always better at it. He had a sort of charm George just didn’t have with Logan. Logan could cry for what seemed like hours and all Alex would have to do was pick him up and coddle him and Logan would be laughing as if nothing happened. Their house was always filled with laughter when Alex was at home.

“Please Logie,” George begged, his throat heavy and his eyes burning. “I know I’m not like Daddy, but please stop crying. You’ll make yourself sick if you keep crying this hard.”

He wasn’t Alex. He couldn’t replace Alex for Logan. He couldn’t comfort their son or make him laugh the way his beloved always did from the moment they brought Logan home.

“Please…Logie. I know. Dad’s here, okay? I’m right here.”

He didn’t know how long he cried but he knew he stopped after their son had fallen asleep. Still clinging to George, Logan was knocked out with the puddle of drool replacing the puddle of tears made earlier. With one hand supporting Logan, George reached out to take Alex’s hand.

“Look, Alex. I did it,” George let out a wet, pitiful laugh. The only sounds accompanying him were the beeping of the machines and Alex’s and Logan’s breathing.

“You need to hurry and wake up Alex. Please wake up. I can’t do it without you.”

***

Alex felt like someone had run him over with his own car. His throat felt like sandpaper and every joint from his knees to his knuckles ached fiercely. He knew the blinding fluorescent lights and the wires well from his time in the ICU and one time George rushed him to the ER over a broken collarbone. He tried to move his hand to shield his eyes from the lights but found it being held down.

Alex turned his head to the side with great effort and saw the most beautiful scene he could wake up in the hospital to. George was sleeping in a chair next to him and in his arms was their son, curled up against his dad’s chest and sleeping soundly without a care in the world. It warmed his heart to know the two people he loved most in the world were okay.

He stared at the tight hold George had on Logan and the grip he had on Alex’s hands and felt so grateful to have a husband who loved him and their child so much. Knowing Logan, he would have given George a hard time at night so Alex didn’t feel compelled to wake him. Logan, however, was starting to show signs of fussiness and waking up.

If Alex had the strength, he would’ve sat up and taken Logan out of George’s arm to lull him back to sleep but instead, he watched as Logan slowly opened his bright blue eyes and locked onto Alex. Alex gave a smile back hoping to lull his son back to sleep but it only received a wide, gummy smile in return.

As Logan started to move towards Alex, George's arm instinctively tightened around him. This did not dissuade the baby, instead, it only caused Logan to wrestle with George even more as he tried to pull himself over to Alex.

“Logie,” George muttered. “You’re going to fall.” His grip getting tighter which only earned him protests.

“Ba! Babababa!” Logan hit his tiny fists against George’s chest.

“Mhm, go back to sleep, Logie.”

“Bababababa! Babababa!” Logan was getting more agitated at his dad getting in the way of his goal. Doesn’t he realize that Logan wants to hug his other dad? His face was getting red and scrunched him as he kept protesting.

“Georgie.” Alex rubbed his thumb against George’s hand.

“Hm?”

“Do you want me to take him?” God that sounded awful coming from his throat.

“Huh?” George’s eyes slowly blinked out. Now that he had a closer look, Alex could tell with certainty Logan had given his poor husband a hard time.

George stared off into the distance for was seemed like minutes before whipping his head around to see Alex lying in bed. His eyes, which were filled with exhaustion just moments ago, turned glassy and wet and his grip on Alex’s hands tightened. “Oh my god, you’re okay. Oh, thank god.”

Alex laughed. “Aww, did you have a rough night?”

“I was so worried Alex. Me, Logan, we were both so worried about you.” George picked up Alex’s hand and held it to his cheek. “I was so worried I was going to lose you and have to raise Logan all alone. I-I can’t do it without you.” His voice cracking up as a tear fell from his eyes.

“Awww, Georgie. I would never leave you. Especially with Logan around, you can’t stop him from crying without you also crying.” Alex joked, hoping to cheer his husband up. Once their home, they can talk about it more seriously, but now, he just needs to see George smile.

George gave a feeble laugh before wincing in pain as Logan yanked roughly on his hair.

“Owowowow! Logan, no!”

Alex gave a deep laugh. “Aww, here let me take him.”

Navigating around the wires, George placed Logan in Alex’s arms. “I missed you so much, Logie. Did you miss me? Did you have fun with Dad?” Alex asked as Logan curled up against Alex’s chest and wrapped his tiny arms around him.

“Aww, baby.” Alex cooed, kissing him on the top of his head. “I missed you too. I didn’t hug you huh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break my promise to you.” Alex hugged Logan tightly to his chest as an apology as his son babbled happily and poked at the little dots on the hospital gown.

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more angst, yay

tyler is having a Bad Time

I'm also having a lot of fun making his relationship with queerness really complicated. Because when, how, and where they grew up 100% made him a lil homophobic cos he's just never really unlearned it, but also like, he's a cisgender little boy in a trans body and even though he hates that their body is all grown up now, their body is a grown up man not a grown up woman, and that's a good thing. It's a weird mess of 'trans bad' but 'being a man good' but 'being a grown up bad', y'know? it's so fun.

then just having him explain why Jay's not on his side by just "Yeah well Jay must be a FA-" is very funny to me because... he's not wrong (also Tyler's completely ignoring the fact that he ran as them both with a knife and that could be a reason Jay's not on his side lmao).

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Sunday Snippet

Hellooo lovelies!! 💖 Hope all of you had a beautiful week filled with love. We got blessed with so many gorgeous Valentine's Day fics I can't wait to through...

I am combining last week's Wednesday and Friday tags here as well. Thank you for tagging me: @onthewaytosomewhere @tailsbeth-writes @jmagnabo92 and @sophie1973 💖💖

I posted a Valentine's fic as well for @ficwip's 'Hey Sweetheart' challenge: Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Alex decides to play wingman for his roommate Henry this Valentine's week and find him the perfect date! Adding a snippet from there:

“Fuck relationships! When was the last time you actually went home with someone? This girl was practically throwing herself on you.” “I…” Alex tries to come up with a decent counter but can't think of any. Man, has it really been that long?

“You say he is your best friend,” Nora continues. “And then call him ‘Sweetheart’ .” Okay, this one he does have a counter for. “That’s circumstantial,” Alex objects. “Everyone knows this story. I gave that nickname as a joke because of his obsession with those sugary heart shaped cookies. It used to be ‘Sweet Heart Cookie Monster’.” “Which got shortened to ‘sweetheart’ over the years. Of course,” Nora says, dragging the last word a bit too long. “And what story does he have for calling you ‘darling’ ?” “Oh that's just general affection,” Alex points out, pointedly not mentioning how his heart fluttered the first time Henry called him that, and how it has continued fluttering every subsequent time. “General affection?” Nora raises her eyebrow. “You know, like Brits calling people ‘love’. Or Brits calling people ‘dear’. Or Brits sending ‘x’ after texts,” Alex pauses. “Wow the Brits are so fucking affectionate!” Nora sighs. “Fine! You are not dating Henry, then?” Alex nods. “I am not. We do live together and spend all our time together, we are always there for each other and tell each other all our secrets, and I love him so much sometimes it makes me feel stupid and Oh.”

You can read the whole thing here. It's fluffy and soft, with a tiny bit of angst. 💖

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WIP Weds - the last Foxden edition

Sooo in preparation for posting the last two chapters of Foxden Park tomorrow (here's the link, go catch up if you haven't yet!), here's a snippet from when Alex finally manages to track Henry down.

Alex strides straight up to Henry, stops a foot away, and waits until he looks up. “Alex,” Henry startles. He looks around stealthily, checking the room. “Uh. I mean, Mr. Claremont-Diaz. What a pleasure to see you again.” There’s no one anywhere near them, but still Henry feels he has to put on an act. Alex can’t fight the impulse to roll his eyes. “Your lordship,” he dips his head. “That’s not—” Henry attempts. Alex cuts him off. “I fucking know, alright,” he hisses. “I don’t care.” Henry straightens his back, and Alex sees the fight rising up in him. “I see. Did you come here today to make a scene? To humiliate me, is that it?” His voice is very quiet, almost menacing. All the anger flies out of Alex. The way Henry steels himself, sets his jaw, brave even when faced with possible ruin, almost as if it was inevitable. It splits Alex’s heart right down the centre. “No. Of course not. Can we… is there somewhere we can talk?”

I promised minimal angst in the tags, but I know some of you still suffered with last week's sort of cliffhanger. I swear we'll be ok.

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