These are my fics that I wrote for Angstvember 2025 on Tumblr.
Figuring Myself Out (Britin, Queer as Folk) [1/13]
Time Off (Brettsey, Chicago Fire) [2/13]
It's Too Late to Take It Back (Varver, Chicago Fire) [3/13]
Some Scars Are Too Deep (Britin, Queer as Folk) [4/13]
Take Care of Yourself (Dasher, Chicago Med) [5/13]
Where We Ended Up (Britin, Queer as Folk) [6/13]
With All Our Hearts (Manstead, Chicago Med) [7/13]
I Would Do Anything (Stellaride, Chicago Fire) [8/13]
Can't Wish It All Away (Britin, Queer as Folk) [9/13]
This Isn't Some Fairytale (Baylor, Queer as Folk [10/13]
Done With the Lies (Varver, Chicago Fire) [11/13]
What's the Reason? (Brettsey, Chicago Fire) [12/13]
Soon Enough (Narco, Gilmore Girls) [13/13]
This:
"And there we are again when nobody had to know,
you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath,
Sacred prayer and we'd swear to remember it all too well."
Volumes ... volumes right there.
sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs- In which you realize you’ve lost yourself along the way of falling in love with Fukurōdani’s pretty boy, and that’s not the kind of love either of you deserve.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs- swearing, description of anxiety/panic attack, mention of death (if you squint).
Anxiety was like poison coursing through your veins. A cartoon-esque devil that sat comfortably on upon your shoulder, whispering vicious lies of the inevitable doom that was arriving on the horizon. A feeling of panic that gripped your lungs, weighing on your chest, every inhale felt like the ten labors of Hercules, and every exhale like your dying breath.
But that was the price of the decision you had made. Or at least that’s what you had convinced yourself. Was it truly a decision?
37.
It was the length of the taxi ride from your home to the airport and the number of times you questioned your choice. There was nothing decisive about it, and the fear of regret had your wide-eyed gaze searching the gate of the airport, for what you weren’t sure.
But seeing the mix of people coming and going, oblivious to the distress you were experiencing, was humbling. The next exhale felt like relief, and the whispers of doom eased as you grounded yourself in the comforting bustle of your surroundings. Everyone around you was on some sort of journey or another. Families parted with affectionate hugs and an abundance of tears, women in business attire ran past the gates as the last call of their flights were announced, and others sat with eyes glued to their phones and leg bouncing with anticipation as you were. The realization that you weren’t special, that you weren’t on some grand expedition that’d spell disaster for your future if this wasn’t the right decision, was relieving.
“Now boarding group A for the flight to Los Angeles...”
The call came at the perfect time; your anxiety had turned into anticipation. The nuance of each feeling was important, doubt lingered in the recesses of your mind, but the novelty of starting over was lessening the ache of your heart.
“Now boarding group B...”
You stood slowly, stretching away the tension that coiled your muscles, and grabbed the single bag you had packed earlier that morning. From a slightly open front pocket slipped a thin glittering chain threaded through a simple yet elegant band.
“What is this?” Your giggle drew a deep blush to the usually calm Akaashi, and he shuffled uncomfortably under your playful gaze.
“A promise.” His answer was simple, but the look in his eyes carried the weight and meaning beyond those words. A promise to love you until he couldn’t anymore.
“When did you turn into such a softy?”
“If you don’t wan-“ He reached for the ring, a hint of exasperation in his tone, but you jerked your hand back, twirling out of his reach, and held it up to see it glitter in the sunlight.
“I love you, and I’ll love you up to the very last second before I curse your name into the night.”
Forever wasn’t tangible; it had never been a thing you promised each other. Maybe it was cynicism masked by a pragmatism, but it was the language you spoke together.
“Miss, are you alright?” Blinking once and twice, you looked up at the attendant who offered a worried smile,” Is everything okay? Do you need assistance?” She asked, and you shook your head, still in a daze. Your hand closed over the chain as you stood, eyes looking back down at the ring.
“Y/N!” Time froze for a moment, your heart-wrenching in your chest, as you turned to face the boy you were trying to run away from. Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked at him, took in his beautiful face, the red tint of exhaustion on his cheeks, and the sweat that had decorated the edges of his face.
You looked back down to the ring in your hand, squeezing your fist around it and holding it to your thrumming heart, squeezing your eyes shut. Damn you Akaashi.
When you open them again, the bright lights sting momentarily, and you nod your head. Eyes cast out to the bustling sea of people, none who spared you a second glance or called out your name; you weren’t special, after all. The clatter of metal on metal is your final shout into the void, your hand is free from the weight of baseless hope, and you turn your back on your doubts.
The next chapter of your life was reaching out to you, and you were ready to grasp it in your hands.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki & Monoma Neito, Monoma Neito & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako
Characters: Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Comfort/Angst, Angst and Feels
Series: Part 1 of Angstvember 2021
Summary:
It's a month long challenge in November that focuses on angst and like themes.
Rules.
1. Tag appropriately. If your content contains mature/heavy themes, violence, etc, tag it to warn people.
2. AI-created content isn't allowed. Put actual thought and effort into your content.
3. Incest content isn’t allowed.
4. Don't be a jerk. If you see topics and/or themes or ships you don't like, keep scrolling/ignore it. Don't like, don't read.
5. Original works aren’t allowed. This is just for fandom-related content.
6. Don't combine prompts. Period.
7. Don't use old content. Only new content for this event.
8. Tag me @sammccallfan, with your content if you decide to participate, and I'll reblog.
9. You don't have to do all the prompts.
10. A03 Collection: Angstvember
