#prison fic

[rylivers]

blood on my shirt (heart in my hands) ✩ 72K ✩

When Eddie sends a letter to a prisoner for extra credit in his last year of high school, he expects it to be just like any other assignment. He didn't expect to meet Evan Buckley, a man imprisoned for murder. It was supposed to be an easy assignment, something to put on his college applications. He never expected to fall in love. OR, what i've dubbed affectionately as: Prison Fic.

✩ COMPLETE ✩ read on ao3

#my writing #buddie #buddiefic #buddie fic #911verse #911 fic #prison fic

[amemipiacitu]

In case any of you wanted to engage in a 18k Destiel prison story that I wrote without knowing shits about American prisons and prisons whatsoever, come read the finally complete fic titled "Polunsky redemption" here.

#castiel #dean winchester #destiel #my fic #fic recs #prison fic

[clairelsonao3]

Last Line Tag

@little-peril-stories (post here) challenged me to share my last line, but everybody knows Last Line doesn't ever literally mean Last Line, so I spent all day poring through this maddening GSNBTR chapter I'm working on, tearing my hair out in frustration to find a line I liked that also wouldn't be a spoiler and wouldn't end up getting changed later.

Then I gave up and decided to work on Silly Whumpy Non-StoryTM,. So here's the MC Jude continuing to have a miserable time in this cartoonishly awful and laughably unrealistic prison I've thrown him in, because I'm an asshole Enjoy.

Axel must have noticed the look in his eyes. "Hey, you okay?"  Jude turned his head toward the sound of kind words, as starved for those as he was for food, but before he could, he was interrupted by a voice from outside the cell. "Tough day, pretty boy?" Rayburn, Jr. laughed. Jude peered up through the wet, muddy strands of hair hanging in his face. The young officer was still inexplicably on duty, as if he'd just spent all day waiting for Jude to come back simply so he could torment him some more. 

Anyone want to share their last line? Gently tagging @tabswrites @mysticstarlightduck @darkangel319

#last line #whump #prison fic #prison whump #tag game #my writing #last line tag #writeblr

[dreamwatch]

I think you already know I'm going to ask for Fell On Black Days (aka Prison Fic) for the WIP game 😍💜🤣

Ah, my old nemesis - FOBD. 😆 @soaringornithopter also asked for this one, so I've gone a little extra than the 3 lines for you both, especially as I haven't worked on this since November. Thank you both for the ask and making me get my arse into gear with this one!

It's so rough - but words were written!

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“Munson, up and at ‘em. You have an appointment.”

He rolls over in his bunk to face the officer. “What…?”

“Your caseworker wants to see you. Up, inmate, I’m not asking you again.”

He’s done with doctors and pen-pushers, he just wants to be left alone now. He showers, he takes his meds, he goes to work. What more do they fucking want from him? He lives to someones elses schedule and they love to rub his fucking face in it at every opportunity.

He’s led into Mr McGarrity’s office, who instructs him to sit down “You can wait outside,” McGarrity says to the correctional officer. 

The officer looks between Eddie and the man sitting behind the desk. “I’m right outside,” he says looking at Eddie, before leaving and closing the door.

McGarrity sits back in his chair and stares at Eddie appraisingly. “How have you been, Eddie?” he asks gently. 

“Oh you know, just great,” he replies, snarkily. He’s past caring if he comes across as rude because what fucking difference does it make?

McGarrity leans forward, crossing his arms on the desk. He smiles at Eddie. “I should have expected that.” He pushes a small piece of headed note paper toward Eddie. “I think this will make you feel better.”

It’s a phone number.

The man gets out of his seat, rounds the desk and places a strong hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I can only give you five minutes. Dial nine to get an outside line.” He gives Eddie’s shoulder a final pat and then leaves the office.

Eddie reaches for the piece of paper, not recognising the number or area code. There’s no name. His stomach clenches, the fear and apprehension making him feel sick. Because there’s only one thing this can be. Some faceless fed confirming his uncle and his friends are gone. And it’s so stupid, because he already knows it, but having someone say it. He’s not ready. He will never be ready.

He lifts the receiver, dials the number, his hands shaking so much he misdials and has to hang up and start over. It rings only twice.

“Eddie?”

He stops breathing. 

“Eddie? Is that you?”

Time stops. The world goes silent.

“Wayne?” he whispers, breathless. And he feels something he doesn’t recognise in himself anymore; hope. Fucking hope!

“It’s me, son. It’s me.”

#wip wednesday #wip weekend #steddie fanfiction #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #fell on black days #prison fic #my wips

[questionablecuttlefish]

What Blooms Unchained

“Apparently,” said Sylas, with a rueful smirk upon his stubbled face, “She’s a genius, after her own manner, especially that oh-so-dreadful technology flaunted by the City of Progress that combines the mechanical and the arcane…” Lux stared at him, and then at the strange girl, who could not be more than her own age, but whose mien mixed a heady cocktail of lethal predator, playful child, and unstable creature of chaos. “And they threw you in with her?” Lux furrowed her brow, “Or her with you?” “They threw us in together!” Jinx sang, “I think they just wanted to stick two mad dogs in a cage and find out if we’re gonna fight or fu-” “Jinx, please,” Sylas groaned. “Guards had bets! Reckon they need to get laid more, cuz they really seemed keen on encouraging us to kill each other,” said Jinx, bobbing her head in a nod, “See? They only gave us one bucket!” “Oh?” Lux gave a thin smile, “Well, then, since you’re both still here, I suppose you chose…” She didn’t know why she was asking such a petty question in such a dire circumstance. What does it even matter? Who was she even jealous of…? “Neither, as it turns out,” said Sylas, deadpan, “We’re doing what all prisoners would reasonably do.” “Planning our escape!” said Jinx. Sylas sighed deeply and rubbed his temples in a clink of chains.

Infiltrating a Demacian prison to visit her friend Sylas, Lux is smitten with his mysterious new cellmate, Jinx. But why does the girl keep asking her to bring her flowers? And what kind of plan are Jinx and Sylas concocting between them...?

Lightcannon Week 2023: Day 4 ~ Prison / Flower Language

#luxanna crownguard #jinx #lightcannonweek #lightcannon #lightcannon week #sylas league of legends #sylas #prison fic #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 link

[howaboutalittlehelpneos]

Me: Man I really need to finish this fic, I've spent so long on it already

My brain: Okay but hear me out- what if we got a new idea for something equally as fucked up instead

Me: Haha no we need to focus-

My brain: Prison fic

Me: Prison fic?

My brain: Prison fic.

#prison fic #the plot hit me like a week or two ago while i was laying in bed and i went 'wow that was fucked up maybe we will not write that' #and now here i am getting more ideas #sigh #time to throw it up on the board of things to work on between chapters #zen texts #i Have at least written a bit more for my big multichapter in the past two days... it is just hard sometimes #but im slowly inching towards the finish line... of the first draft #god i hope editing goes faster i wanna put this out into the world already

[tojipie]

prison bf series linked here !

content: violence, injury, blood, incarceration

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prison bf ! toji who beats the shit out of other inmates to have more time on the commissary phone with you, pocketing loose change from his bunkmates to use on your weekly calls.

“this is an automated message from the tokyo prefecture rehabilitative penitentiary, to accept, pres—“

“hey pretty girl.” the bass of his voice sends a tremor up the length of your spine. you can already picture his bulky form leaning up against the brick walls of the prison mess hall.

“hi toji.” you giggle, swinging your legs behind you with glee. “did you get my package?”

“course i got your package.” he laughs, slipping a hand into his pocket to fiddle with the trio of polaroids you’d slipped into the letter. “guards gave me a ton of shit for it though.”

“aww i’m sorry.” you mumble, feeling guilty for the trouble.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby.” he laughs, shifting to looking through the candids you sent of your sweet smile.

“did you end u—”

“wrap it up fushiguro i need to call my fucking lawyer!”

the crunch you hear through the receiver is nothing short of sickening. it’s a while before the older man brings the phone back to his mouth, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“—blood on my fucking hands… hello?”

“i’m here toji.” you say, listening intently to the sound of shrill guard whistles blowing in the background. “do you have to go?”

“you know how it is babydoll.” he says apologetically. you cant help but squeeze your thighs together at how soft he can be with you, even with blood splattered across his knuckles and a room full of men who fear him.

“you’ll visit me this week right?” he asks, wiping his hands on the front of his wifebeater.

“mhm, i’m driving up tomorrow! you want me to bring you anything special?”

“you uhh, still got those chips i like at home?”

“you know i do.”

“that’s my girl.” he laughs, hanging the phone back up on the hook.

#prison bf! toji #prison bf!toji #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji drabbles #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #toji hcs #toji headcanons #toji x reader #toji zenin #jjk fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #toji #toji fic #toji imagine

[sunxsunflowervol6]

ok who is gonna give me a larry fic on this prompt

#trans!harry #thief!louis #prison fic #larry fanfic rec #larry fic

[leva-prava]

Exile arc :DDD

For my bedrock bros fic

#my art #fanart #sketch #dream smp #dream smp fanart #tommyinnit #dsmp #tommyinnit fanart #fanart to fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #dream dsmp #I only draw and write abou CHARACTERS and NOT the CCs #haven’t been watching them since the Dream is out of prison stream (techno’s pov ofc) #leva’s fic doodles

[despazito]

can’t get that post out of my brain like there’s very much a breed of users on here who love to brag about being into freaky hardcore stuff and erotic cannibalism whilst never getting laid which whatever, but the thing is they can’t stay in their lane cuz they go onto posts where people are talking about their IRL physical intimacy experiences and either a) look down on other people having more “boring” sex than their AO3 hatefuck gore fics or b) become grossed out at the thought of kissing someone

like sorry if i’m suddenly vanilla for not being aroused by intestines and skullfucking my kinks aren’t that extreme because they’re grounded within the confines of me actually having sex with another living breathing person i dont want to legit hurt lol?? yet somehow I’M the prude here???

#this isnt like kink shamy im talking about like hannibal fic writers into hypothetical sex acts you could only do once #before logistically someone dies or goes to prison #like theres a difference between bloodplay or knifeplay and straight up guro #i can guarantee ive done weirder shit than those people

[sad-leon]

When your greif becomes so overpowering that you break shit, but now you're left empty and with just as much greif as you started with, if not more.

Anyways- guess who was listening to Lost One's Weeping again :D (it was me, i am so normal over that song)

#sad•leonart #really putting the sad in sad-leon #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise leonardo #not gonna become an au #but imagine leo recoverying from the prison dimension.. down to one sword.. and full of angry greif #and he takes that greif out on physical objects and breaks his last sword #now he's down an arm.. down two swords.. and it feels like it was all for naught #i think i've been reading too many aftermath fics.. anways.. off to write an aftermath fic #oh yeah #i also just found rishie-p's miku v4x solid cover of lost ones weeping and it changed my brain chemistry /pos #i think i spelt grief wrong that entire time #oh well

[rylivers]

did my last one go through? this webbed site...

if not - tell me something about prison fic! i'm 👀👀👀 <3

was it the anon about my top 5 movies? if not, then no.

also omfg you read prison fic??? it's literally something i'm so happy/proud about but i never talk about it on here bc idek, shyness about my writing, ig.

it have it all planned out in my head, like a tentative ending and everything, i have a few chapters already written out and ready to post, already edited, but i only post a chapter or two, once or twice a month lately. i should really update the fic now though !!

i don't know what to say about the fic other than what's already in the summary and in the actual fic so far bc i don't wanna spoil anything accidentally for anyone who might be reading haha but lets just say that buck is in fact a serial killer in the fic, even though a certain commenter tried to tell me he wasn't 😂😂😂(yes that means he kills 3+ people in the fic).

honestly hour, ask me anything

#prison fic #sorry if this answer disappoints heh #i really should make a post for this fic....

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Prisoners of Fear (2/5)

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @littlemissartemisia @tmntaucompetition @that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tutant meenage neetle teetles #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt raph #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #no fun in fungus #fear spores #fear fungus #crossover #crossover fic #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt au competition #rise raph #rise raphael #rottmnt raphael #prisoners of fear

[rozugold]

The two times Dream recognizes Tommy

#c!tommy #dream smp #the end au #rozoodles #there’s a fic idea living in my head rn #one from dreams pov of the three notable times he sees Tommy #1) when Tommy breaks into prison 2) when he chases him in exile and 3) their final confrontation #(yea he would’ve seen him between 2 and 3 too but that’s not the main focus) #imagining dream feeling sooo pissed off seeing Tommy not scared of him for once has me feeling giddy ok #it drives him nuts and it’s what dooms him #I gotta make that animatic man rrraahgggdhhd #it’d explain all my thoughts so well #sorry the colors look weird. I don’t like coloring rn sjdhdjj

[dreamwatch]

For the wip game, Prison Fic pls! 💜

Thank you @hbyrde36 for the ask! I haven’t touched this in a while, so I decided to move onto another part of it. And because of that I kind of got carried away! I’m just going to put everything I wrote today because it’s a complete thing so makes sense. I really enjoy sharing my bits of writing and I don’t have anything finished so it feels like being in an echo chamber sometimes.

📝

Dear Steve

Of all the letters I’ve received I have to admit yours was the most surprising. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I swear. I just didn’t think you’d ever write. I guess I didn’t think we’d ever talk to one another ever again. I know you were in court, I saw you a couple of times. I can’t believe you were there, I’m really grateful for it. I’m sorry it was all a waste of your time though.

To your question… You’re right, I can’t be open with the kids, at all. I don’t want them to know what it’s like here. They’ve been through so much, and honestly Steven (yes, I called you Steven, let me have some fun) I want them to forget about me. They’re so awesome, and so kind, and I know it’s not going to happen overnight because they’re stubborn shits, but yeah that was the hope. Hopper tore me a new one, though. So as you know I’m answering their letters now, but it’s really hard being upbeat and coming up with things to tell them that aren’t hard. They’ll stop writing eventually though. I think of them growing up, going to college, getting married! Imagine Henderson married?! Jesus Christ, isn’t that fucking scary? They’re so smart, they’re going to have such great lives. At least I know that much.

So yeah. You saying that you’ll listen to the things I can’t tell them? Shit man, I don’t think you know what you’re letting yourself in for. But given we’re never going to see each other again, what the fuck right? Like what’s the worst thing that’s going to happen here? You’ll stop writing. And I wasn’t expecting you to write in the first place.

I wrote all that yesterday. I had to stop because I just didn’t know how to put it in words. I still don’t I guess, but I have to try, right?

It sucks. I’m actually sitting here laughing, and my cellie is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, and maybe I am, but it sucks? Like, doesn’t touch the sides, you know? 

At first I was scared all the time. But eventually, faster than you’d think actually, you fall into the routine. It’s all about routine. The time you get up, the time you eat, the time you work - yes, my first actual real paying job and it’s in prison, for fuck sake (for pennies, by the way, I’m not living the high life). I work in the laundry at the moment, I’m hoping to change that though. The old body isn’t coping too well, you know? I have a top bunk as well, which fucking blows, you should see me trying to climb up and down, I look like a drunk octogenarian. Yes, the guy who had 3 goes at senior year and still didn’t graduate knows big words. Fuck you.

Mail is monitored, I know you know that, so I won’t say anything too much about other inmates. Some are cool. Some are not. There’s this saying, don’t trouble trouble unless trouble troubles you. That’s what it’s like here, mostly. Like, there’s a lot of dangerous people here, and they’re all innocent by the way, there’s no point in saying you’re innocent, no one listens because everyone is. But yeah, people try and keep a lid on their shit and mind their own business, although that doesn’t alway happen. I took a beating soon after I got here. I thought it was because they recognised me, but it was because I kept the block up a few too many times, nightmares, you know? So yeah, I try and stay awake as much as I can and catch some sleep during the day. 

Mostly I think about how this is it now. That every day will be the same for the rest of my life. There’s a part of the infirmary for old geezers and terminally ill inmates. People who don’t have long. Sometimes they get lucky, they have families and they can get moved to a hospital for the last week or so. Mostly they don’t. I keep thinking how that will be me someday. And it makes me think that I wish that night in the UD had gone differently. That those things had finished the fucking job. Instead I have to countdown to it slowly. I think about how old I’ll be, how long I might live. To my 60s? 70s? Wayne told me that his Pa lived to be 87. I hope shit like that doesn’t get passed down through families.

I’ve probably put you off ever writing back. But I want to thank you for asking and giving me a chance to just say this shit, to put it down somewhere, even if it ends up in the trash. I can’t be honest with Wayne, because he worries something awful. So I have to be careful with him just like I’m careful with the kids. I’m grateful for you letting me not have to be careful with you. And I promise that I won’t be mad if you don’t write back. I’m not expecting you to. That you did once means a lot, truly.

I have a favour to ask, and it’s not fair of me but I’m so desperate. If you get a chance, would you check on Wayne for me every once in a while? I’m scared what will happen to him on his own, he’s getting old you know? And fuck if you do see him don’t say I said that. Man’s a stubborn old goat, he’ll tell you he doesn’t need anything, but he’s a fucking liar. His right knee is fucked and his back has been giving him problems for years, and he takes pills for his heart. And he’s been so fucking stressed with me, and I’m scared he’ll just keel over. And I won’t be there. That’s the thing that terrifies me the most, that he needs me and I won’t be there.

In case you don’t write back, and I wouldn’t blame you, I swear it, then I want to thank you. We didn’t really get to know each other but I meant what I said. You’re a good dude Steve Harrington. I hope all the people in your life know that.

Eddie

#dreamy writes #my writing #eddie munson #prison fic #wip wednesday

[skkpaws]

a lot of people are talking about the new wan chapter and the idea of skk being fanfic writers and can i just propose that if they were fic writers in the canon universe they’d have the CRAZIEST authors notes explaining why they weren’t updating.

Notes:

“Heyyy sorry for not updating, I met this annoying ass kid from the mafia and was forced to work with him so my friends wouldn’t be killed but I guess it worked out cause this dude we had to find was starting shit in MY name (long story 😒). Anyway we found him and dealt with him (I did most the work) so now I’m back! I’m at a new place now but don’t worry, updates should continue as normal 😁”

Notes:

“hi guys sorry for being gone i almost died (bullet wounds suck .. >_>) but then this nice man helped me (i was such a great patient :3) ! then we both got captured by some assholes but dw we both got out! posting this at the bar rn ^_^ hope u enjoyed”

#I WOULD DO ONE FOR STORMBRINGER BUT I HAVENT READ IT STILL feel free to give me ur own version >_< #this is also to show my hc of chuuya using proper capitalization and emojis #while dazai uses lower case only and emoticons #22!skk fic writers would be just as crazy #‘sorry i was in prison but dw i broke out!’ #‘Sorry I had to go break someone out of prison I’m back’ #don’t ask how pre-15 arc chuuya has internet access if there’s a will there’s a way’ #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #bsd wan