Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nakahara Chuuya/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dehumanization, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nakajima Atsushi Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nightmares, Childhood Trauma, Whumptober 2024 Summary:
The world was dark. So, so endlessly dark. Even on the days Atsushi was able to step outside, to feel the sun hitting his skin and to hear the laughter of the other children, it was all so dark and cold. The warmth of the sun felt distant, and the laughter grated against his ears, a symphony of sounds he could not make, a joy he could not know.
Atsushi relives his past during a nightmare, comfort is given, a lifelong question is answered.
Finally finished another whumptober prompt! This is my first time writing for ChuuAtsu so I hope yall like it!
They were exhausted. They had had so many fights all one right after the other, and it was beginning to feel like there was no escape.
Atsushi and Akutagawa had been bickering the whole time, pushing blame onto the other, yelling out orders, and calling each other petty names that in the whole never really mattered. Atsushi could feel the tiger getting tired, he could feel it in the way he couldn’t move as fast, how his healing was slowing, how every single time he moved, he felt pain shoot through his body.
AKA Atsushi and Akutagawa are pushed to their limits as they fight with abilities they don't know
Prompt 2: Trust Issues Prompt 3: Set Up For Failure
I’m rising from the dead for whumptober!! This is my first time doing any writing challenge, so I’m excited to see how it goes!! This work does prompts 1; Panic Attack and 2; Hallucinations.
I plan to do 7 works for whumptober, and I’m really excited to write them! For now, enjoy some dazatsu (I’m so sorry Atsushi)
Emily Margaret Paxton, age twenty-seven, pushes her toddler on the swings. Christine laughs and smiles with chubby cheeks, ruddy from the excitement.
The Winter Soldier watches from less than ten feet away.
Steve has lived through a world-ender before. At least, it was the end of the world for him. Everyone he knows and loves, gone in an instant. The ones who aren’t dead, warped by time and age.
It was not so simple as an instant this time.
Bucky wakes up and there’s a hand in his- in the open cavity of his chest. He screams, even though he knows better, he knows better. There’s a flash of silver as the hand pulls back. A scalpel. They were- they were cutting him up inside again and how could he have ever thought this was over, it’s never over-
The Asset is a flawed machine. He is the shattered pieces of what may have at one point in time qualified as a ‘person’. Sentiment is a malfunction. They tell him this and he knows it, yet he repeats the same mistakes over again, wipes be damned.
His handlers are very wise. They have created methods to counteract the corrosion of his loyalty.
The first time he feels it, he doesn’t realize it for what it is.
It’s a whisper in his ear. Sinister, cruel. It sounds like Stick. It sounds like Fisk.
Matt shakes it off and goes on his day. It’s an anomaly. It’s trauma or a side effect from that hit he took last night. It’s an isolated incident.
Until it’s not.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Uncle Ben slurs through the blood bubbling around his lips. “You gotta- you gotta remember that, okay, Pete?”
Peter nods frantically, shoving harder against the wound. Pressure, right?
Gwen Stacy is Spider-woman. And it’s good, right? Helping people, saving people?
Except nobody ever sat Gwen Stacy down and said you can’t have it both and you can’t stop once you start and don’t you see you’re cannibalizing yourself?
She thinks she would have put on the mask anyway, eventually. But maybe she would have been a little more careful about it.
There’s a resounding crack. The deck breaks beneath them. There’s a split second of clarity, the eye of the metaphorical storm. Clint can see his own panic reflected in Natasha’s wide eyes.
He lunges for her, managing to grab hold of her forearm just as another tremendous wave breaks over the ship, breaks the ship. They slam into each other, Natasha taking the opportunity to slide her free arm around his waist, and just like that, they’re underwater.
It started, as so many things in Jessica Jones’ life, with a cheating scumbag of a husband. Cases like these were a dime a dozen, and almost always turned up the same result. No woman hires a P.I. if the relationship is perfect. Or even, you know, functional.
Jessica, for her part, probably should not be judging these people. She herself has managed to fuck up every hint of happiness that ever came her way. The best relationship she’s ever had was with her victim’s widow. Still, she judges.
What better way to celebrate the anniversary of Michael’s death than by getting absolutely knackered?
Karen Page likes to think of herself as a self-reliant person. She’s no expert fighter like Matt or Frank, but Karen can take care of herself. Hell, she murdered her kidnapper. Seven shots. Seven slugs in the chest. She has a gun license and a piece of her own now, but the weight still feels like Wesley’s gun in her hands. Karen marches herself to gun range once a week to practice, Frank sometimes showing up to offer tips. She’s improved a lot, and she was pretty damn good in the first place. Growing up in a small town will do that, scrounging entertainment from Dad’s gun and soda cans.
Being decent with a gun doesn’t do her much good in the courthouse.
See, people who kidnapped Spider-man typically ran up against a problem, eventually- how do you keep him down?
The thing that far too many people know about Spider-man is that he heals fast. Like, really fast. Videos of him taking hits that kill a normal person are everywhere on the internet. Even when he gets hurt, hurt bad, he’s back in the suit within a week. He can take a hit and he can hit back. His well-documented super-strength quickly rends most restraints to shattered pieces. So how do you keep him off his game? How do you keep him?
There’s one thing that everyone needs- mutant, enhanced, basic bitch human- and that’s sleep.
She allows herself to envision a clean journey back. A miserable hike, nothing the Black Widow can’t handle, then debrief, and then collapsing on her couch and not leaving her apartment for two days. Recharge time. Every great spy needs it.
Sunburn was not something she had given any particular thought to.
Natasha’s certainly thinking about it now.
Kate Bishop does not want a protege. Maybe in a decade or so, when her joints start to stiffen. But at twenty-seven, she doesn’t think she’s quite adult enough to adult someone else.
Much less this someone else.
Summary: During a date night, an intimate moment is turned sour when Crosshair is forced to relive some of his darkest memories from his time on Tantiss. Arlo is there to help him through, but he's not so sure how to let her in.
Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch
Pairing: Crosshair x Arlo (Original Female Character)
Word Count: ~6,000
Warnings: Panic Attack
Written for Whumptober Day 1 Prompt: Panic Attack
Not sure if anyone is still following these two cuz I know it's been forever and a day since I posted anything for them, but here is another little thing I wrote for them! Chapter 2 will be up in 1-2 weeks <3