ache us to know

Feisty Little Dove ~Smutty September~

Prompt: Void Stiles wants one thing; his little dove

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: bondage???

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Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
—  Romans 8:26-28, MSG (When we’re tired, we’re reminded that we’re not alone.)

anonymous asked:

I know you get a stomach ache if you use your laser too much, do you use anything to help with that, or do you let it pass on it’s own? Ginger ale always helps me when my tummy is upset

Bruised and Battered Part 13

Dean Winchester x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It was amazing how quickly time seemed to pass when you had idea what you were doing, or any idea who you actually were. Without your parents harassing and hurting you, you had quickly found out life was a lot different.

As soon as you walked out the hospital, you had nothing planned except traveling as far away as you could, trying to forget the life that had done nothing but kicked you in the butt. With only a little bit of change, it had been tough going at first, and within a week you had found yourself sleeping in a random park, your stomach growling as you counted the last of your pennies. With not even enough money to buy a cup of coffee, you knew you needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

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you know how they found us?
we ached just a little bit 
too loud. 

your hand would brush against my jaw 
when it was not my jaw 
but a sharp cliff’s edge 
and I would jump
off my own body 
and you would jump after me 
until we were both falling,
but from that distance 
nothing is not a straight line.

we could have been falling down
into heaven and we will never know
because you called for help,
my lungs were full of sea water 
and your love was the salt 
sinking to the bottom-
you were worried you were drowning me.

it was all of you and all of me 
and all of the nightmares and daydreams
coming together,
but we ached too loud,
loved too softly 
and so the world found us.

what a terrible thing it is,
to be seen

—  uncovered || O.L.
Why do I keep remembering the good when I know we were full of poison, my heart aches at the thought of us but yet my brain knows it’s for the best, how does that work?
—  B.L letters I never sent
High schools are so invested in girls' bodies but when we need sympathy for cramps they leave that part of our body for us to have control over and ignore the fact that nurses are reluctant to offer any relief

Getting to lie down where everyone can see with a burning hot heating pad over my uterus -for at most 15 minutes- is not the proper way to handle everything that periods cause.

Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
—  Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye
Where it Happened - ItaSaku - Grey’s Anatomy AU

@beyondthemoor, who got me yet again obsessed with her Grey’s Anatomy AU. If you haven’t read, you can find it here: “Grey’s Anatomy”

Also here: “Grey’s Anatomy - part ii-ish?”

(Originally titled ‘ Heartbeat’)

Part i (here)   Part ii

Where it Happened
Rated T-ish

Adrenaline was making the blood roar in Sakura’s ears. Her heart was pounding almost painfully against her ribs, but she ignored it in favor of focusing on the patient open on her table. It was a race against the clock, a fight to keep the tear in her patient’s aorta from rupturing and causing further, fatal damage.

“Dammit! Give me another clamp,” Sakura ordered.

She held her hand out for the tool but her emerald gaze never wavered from the tear she could see threatening to widen in the major artery. With practiced ease, she worked quickly to slow the bleeding before she held out her hand for the stitch that would hopefully keep the artery closed until the patient could receive a new valve.

The first suture was strong but the rest were refusing to hold and she cursed again as she did her best to keep herself and the bleeding under control. One slight mistake, one slight change in her patient’s current condition and they would end tonight in the morgue rather than the ICU.

“Will someone please explain to me what exactly my patient is doing on your table.”

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it feels as though I’ve been bleeding out for the last seven months from a wound in my chest and my body refuses to die so I’m just like, here? but not here? used to the hurt but still aching over it? I️ don’t know, ignore me. I’m just sad as per usual.

My heart has died - imagine

Of all the mistakes I had made in my years of life, this was by far the biggest. What am I doing here? With him, and her, and everyone else shooting me glances like I am some broken little girl who will just fall apart at any moment. Despite the fact I am dying inside, I won’t show it here, not in front of him. I won’t allow him the pleasure of seeing how truly miserable I am inside.

I was handed another glass of champagne by a passing waiter and without a second thought I downed the drink. It wasn’t like me, to drink like this. Especially not when I am this emotionally unstable. Drunk me has a habit of saying what’s on my mind and I would rather die than voice what is running through my head.

From across the room I can feel the weight of his gaze on my back, but I refuse to turn. I can’t look at his face. I won’t look at him. I have tried so hard to get to the place I am now. To be able to walk outside my home, to go for an hour without thinking of him, to function almost like a normal human.

“Y/N!” Louis called from across the hall. I turned to find him weaving through the dancing crowd towards me.

“Y/N,” he breathed once he reached me, embracing me in a tight hug which I gladly returned, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. Louis had been my best friend, closest ally and partner in crime before everything fell apart and to say I had missed him would be an understatement.

“Oh god I have missed you” he said, releasing me from his grip. “I didn’t know you were coming, I only realised you were here when, well… When he told me…” Louis trailed off, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Please, let’s just not talk about it,” I said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and fiddling with my clutch bag nervously. “I wouldn’t miss this” I said, trying to change the subject and gesturing towards the room. It was Louis’s New Year’s Eve party, something he had been planning from the start of the year and an event that, no matter how much pain it may bring, I would never miss.

“I’m so glad you are here love, it hasn’t been the same without you” he smiled and for the first time in months, I smiled back.

We talked for a few moment minutes before I was tapped on the shoulder from behind. Without even turning, I could guess who it was. The tingling from his touch, and the look on Louis’s face only confirmed my suspicions.

“Erm, I’ll, uh, leave you to it” Louis stuttered before shooting me a look and walking away. Still I didn’t turn around, only looked at my feet.

“Y/N?” He said quietly, his raspy voice sending shivers down my spine. “Can we talk?” He asked.

Instead of answering, I walked away but unsurprisingly, he followed close behind.

“Y/N please!” He called as we walked from the main hall and in to the corridor.

“No, Harry” I said firmly, continuing to walk. Just as I was about to exit the building and dad towards the car park, Niall rounded to corner from the men’s bathroom and started walking towards us.

“Y/N!” He called in glee but his face fell once he spotted Harry behind me. “You aren’t leaving already are you?” He asked, disappointment clear in his face.

“Sorry Niall” I said honestly, sidestepping him and continuing towards the car park.

“Damn it Y/N please wait” Harry shouted once again, his footsteps quickening as I increased the gap between us. It wasn’t long before his heavy boots broke out in to a run. He grabbed on to my elbow as I reached the steps outside of the building and spun my body to face him, his grip burning in to my skin. I tried to wretch my arm free but his grip was too tight.

“We need to talk about this” he said.

“No Harry, we don’t” I said firmly.

“Yes, we do” he said, his other hand gripping my free arm.

“We have nothing to talk about. You kissed her Harry, and you didn’t even have the decency to tell me the truth about it! You lied through your teeth, when the proof was spread across every magazine, newspaper and website going! How could you do that to me?! How could you humiliate me like that?! After everything we have been through, I thought you would have more respect for me than that!” I spat, my voice rising and rising as the anger I had buried deep within me began bubbling to the surface. But I pushed it away, took a deep breath and calmed myself. He wasn’t worth my anger, or my tears, or my time.

I ripped my arms from his grasp and stormed down the concrete stairs towards my car, ignoring the fact that Liam, Niall and Louis had all emerged as well and were standing in the doorway of the building, watching and waiting, I assume for the right time to intervene or speak up.

“I never meant for this to happen! She didn’t mean any-”.

“Do not finish that sentence,” I cut him off and spun on my heels so that I was facing him, my short black stress fanning out around me before settling at my side, “every cheating boyfriend says that. ‘She meant nothing to me’, ‘I was thinking about you the whole time’, don’t give me that shit! She may not have meant anything, but she was worth jeopardising everything we had. Tell me Harry, was it worth it?” I asked.

He hesitated, fiddling with his fingers but his eyes never left mine. He was lost for words, but I waited, I needed to hear his answer.

“No. She wasn’t” he said eventually.

“Then why did you do it?” I asked, my shoulders defaulting in defeat and all the anger which was bubbling up within me slowly fizzling out to a dull, painful ache which I had become so use to.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I was thinking. It just kind of, happened and the second it was over I regretted it. I have never felt guilt like it Y/N. It was eating me alive from the inside out and I didn’t know what to do about it. I wanted to tell you, form the moment it happened I wanted to call you from that boat and tell you everything. Tell you how sorry I am, how disgusted I am with myself and how much I love you. But I just couldn’t. And when you were waiting for me at that airport I knew that if I told you, I would lose you, you would walk out of my life and I would never see you again and that realisation is hands down the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced and now… You won’t even talk to me. You won’t answer my calls, or my texts. You won’t come to the door when you know I am outside your flat and worst of all, you won’t even look at me. It’s like I have become a stranger to you and I never thought it would hurt this bad. It was a stupid stupid mistake. The biggest mistake I have ever made and I will regret it until the day I die. I never meant to hurt you by not telling you, I was being selfish. I was too afraid to lose you because I loved you so much. I still love you, so much” he finished. I had given up all hope of keeping the tears as bay as one by one they rolled down my cheek. I put my hand over my mouth to smother my sobbing.

Every emotion I had been feeling for the last 3 months came rushing to the surface. All the anger, all the pain, all the heartbreak washed over me in a tidal wave of heaving sobs. Everything I had been trying so desperately to conceal from everyone came to the surface in front of the one person I wished more than anything would never see them. I didn’t realise my knees had given way until I was on the ground, the cold concrete scraping at my knees as I fell to the floor, one hand over my mouth while the other dropped my clutch and wrapped around my stomach to try and calm myself down. Harry was on his knees in front of me in seconds and by the growing sounds of their voices, the boys were coming over too. I cried and cried and cried until I could cry no more. There were no tears left to roll down my face and I was left to heave on the floor while I tried to catch my breath. This pain was indescribable and now that I had let it take wash over me, I couldn’t see myself resurfacing ever again.

There was a lot of talking around me, most of it quick and panicked, but none of the voices were Harry’s. He knelt in front of me in silence, one hand resting on my bare knee while the other brushed hair away from my face.

I don’t know how long I had been on the floor before I finally calmed myself down. The pain vanished and was replaced with a numbness, an emptiness that filled my heart and slowed my mind. I felt nothing, thought nothing and heard nothing except his soft voice.

“Look at me, baby please” he whispered. Instinctively I did as he asked, my bloodshot eyes meeting his forest green ones. They were watery, pools of liquid forming in the corner while one stray tear rolled down his cheek.

“You have no right to cry, you did this” I said, my voice flat, monotone and emotionless. His face contorted in pain at my tone and then dropped in acknowledgment that I was right.

“What can I do?” He asked desperately. The boys had stopped talking and were watching us closely.

“You’ve done enough” I said in the same voice. This was not me speaking. This was a shell of me, broken and shattered by the one person I thought would always be there to stick me back together.

I struggled to my feet, Liam taking hold of my arm and helping me up not not saying anything, Harry stood as well and opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it again. Without another word, I turned and walked towards my car.

“Y/N you can’t drive like this! Come back inside and one of us will take you home!” Liam called from behind me but I ignored him.

“Angel please! I love you!” Harry called and for the first time in our 4 year long relationship, I didn’t say it back. As I hopped in my car and started to drive away I saw Harry fall to his knees once again, sobbing. But I felt nothing. How could I, my heart had died and this time, there was no bringing it back to life.


Mabel Pines aesthetic 

“I thought I was being charming, but I guess people see me as a big joke.”

The Troublesome Trio

Originally posted by oh-itsawesome

Chapter (9/?)

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A/N: I’m sorry that this is so late and I’m also sorry it was trash!! I swear the next chapter will be better!!  I’ve decided not to do summaries anymore bc i suck at them!

Life hasn’t been the same since Bucky left.  The apartment was much more quiet and there just wasn’t the same happiness coming from Steve or you.  All you both could do was worry about Bucky.  Steve decided to work down at the bakery with you to help pay rent.  He just wanted a purpose; he tried so hard to get into the army, but he was denied every time.  

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Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
Romans 8:26‭-‬28 MSG


Requested by anon: One with Newt where you save him from a crank and he kisses you? :)
(A/n: I made this to be angsty somehow :/)

You ran away from WCKD with Newt, your boyfriend since you were still stuck at the maze, along with Teresa, Frypan, Minho and Aris, the kid you’ve met before.

Led by Thomas, you ran and ran, WCKD behind you, chasing you. You didn’t know why but somehow they told you were important and special.

WCKD shooting bullets at you, you ran as you dodge them miraculously. As you ran, you saw a collapsed building, buried beneath the sand.

Teresa found an opening, a broken window. Hurriedly, you jump off one by one. You and Newt were the last ones to jump. Newt helped you as you jumped first followed by him.

It was dark. You can’t see a thing. Using his hands, Minho searched for something to light up the situation.

At a table, he felt several long sticks. He grabbed them, finding THE switch. It shone brightly making the others and you squint their eyes.

Minho along with Newt handed out the flashlights. One by one, brightness overpowered the darkness.

“Okay, guys. Me and Minho are going to find some answers around here,” Thomas said as you all hurdled close to him. “Meet us here in an hour, okay?” he said.

You all nodded as you scrambled away from Thomas. You watched as they disappear in the dark.

The lights dimmed. Newt, Frypan and Aris look for things to grab such as water and other necessities while you and Teresa found a pile of clothes. You rummaged through the pile as you hold your flashlight, looking for decent clothing. Your clothes were drenched in sweat due to the fact that you ran all the way here, you need to get changed.

You found a shirt fit for Newt, you called him. “Hey, Y/n,” he said, pointing the light at you.

“I found clothes for you, you should get changed,” you said, handing him the shirt. “You’ll get sick.”

He took the shirt from you and gave you his flashlight. You took it and turned it off. You point your flashlight at him. He took off his old shirt and throwing it in the ground, revealing his toned body making you blush. He wore the new shirt, ruffling it to remove dirt. He looked at you and flashed a grin.

You gave him back his flashlight as he turned it on. Teresa already found some clothes already and was already changing at a room, you followed behind when you found some clothes your size.

Newt and Frypan guard the room from outside. You and Teresa took turns changing as one should hold the flashlight.

You were about to finish changing when suddenly the lights opened, blinding you all.

Your eyes squinted from the sudden brightness but soon enough, you started to get used to it. And due to the brightness, you saw an aluminum bat. You took it, thinking that it would be great weapon against WCKD if you ever encountered them.

“Well, someone seem to found the source.” Frypan said.

You and Teresa stepped out, making the boys look at you two. You went beside Newt. He was about lean in when suddenly a scream interrupted it. You can hear Thomas’s scream something. You saw Thomas and Minho darting towards you. As they get nearer, Thomas’s screams became clearer.


You were all confused when suddenly you heard loud groans everywhere. The two caught up and what you saw behind them shocked you all. “Cranks…”

You ran away from them. Minho leading you all. You weren’t exactly a fast runner but due to the fact that you were chased by like a hundreds of creatures like those, your adrenaline rushing to your veins causing you to run madly.

You were running behind with Newt, as he can’t run fast because of his limp. You looked back and saw cranks heading towards your group.

“C’mon Newt!” you screamed at him as he’s falling behind. Newt suddenly tripped over something. You slowed down your pace. You were about to help him when suddenly a crank jumped in front of Newt, trapping him.

He screamed for help as he tried to get the crank off of him. You suddenly swung the bat to the crank, whacking it down. It let out a loud groan. You dropped the bat, Teresa catching it and quickly, you helped Newt stood up. His arm draped in your shoulder and grabbing his waist.

The others saw you and rush to help you. You can feel Newt’s body trembled in fear. He stuttered some words you didn’t understand. He was scared. You looked at him. Your heart aching. You grabbed his cheek gently using your free hand and kissed him, knowing that it makes him calm.

Newt was startled and eventually he stopped fretting. You broke the kiss and gave him a smile. “It’s going to be okay,” you said, tears streaming down your face. “You’re going to be okay.”

You couldn’t help it but to cry in this situation of yours as you helped Newt walk. You didn’t know what to do. You heard the others scream at each other as they tried to defend from these hideous creatures. You wanted to scream and shout on how unfair life could be. To break down and cursed the whole world for giving Newt a horrible present.

You shooed those thoughts away and focused on getting Newt to safety. But after all these unfortunate events, you still managed to give him a smile, a painful one. “I promise.” You looked at him as Minho took Newt to his arms.

I think the thing that’s fucking me up about Stydia tonight is the idea that Stiles carries this love that he has for Lydia around with him literally everywhere. It’s embedded into him.

Whether he’s an eighth grade boy or a senior in high school, he just carries this thing around with him. There’s this big, enormous care in his heart– this gut feeling that lives inside of him– and it’s literally ever-present. It has never gone away from him.

He loves and he loves and he loves until it breaks him, until he can’t love her anymore because after eight years he has fallen so hard for her that he literally cannot handle its weight anymore. After all this time, it builds, and they become friends and oh my god that is when loving her hurts the most.

She’s on his bed, she’s grabbing his hand, she’s telling him she believes in him which is the most painful part of all. And it aches and it aches and it aches

The thing is, she used to not know he existed. She used to not acknowledge his existence even when he worshiped hers. Even when he was discovering new pieces of her.

And now? And now she’s telling him that he’s the one who always figures it out. She’s telling him that she knows him well enough to tell him that he’s smart– him. Stiles Stilinski. Being told that he’s smart by Lydia Martin.

She’s starting to know him too. She listened. She paid attention. She remembered.

She pays. Attention. To. Him.

She wants to be his friend

Him, the boy who brushes his teeth at night and looks in the mirror and tries to see what other people see that isn’t enough.

Him, the boy who brushes his teeth at night and looks in the mirror and wonders what kind of dream he’s going to be having about the girl who is in his heart, who occupies his thoughts, who he gave himself to while expecting nothing in return.

He would allow her to walk all over him because he knows, right at the bottom of his chest, that if he does, if he helps her, if he is a springboard for her, she could do fucking incredible things.

Lydia Martin has the ability to save lives. She’s so smart. She’s so fucking smart.

And he loves what her brain can do. He loves how small she makes him. Loves her significance. She matters, she is bigger than the stars, bigger than the moon, she ripples across this world and impacts other people.

Stiles just knows that whoever supports her gets to stand by her side and watch the aftershocks, the quakes, or her brain. Of her lasting presence on this planet.

(He wants to tell her that she makes him giddy. Instead, he tells her that she’s been right every time something like this has happened.)

And here’s what he gets to do. Here is Stiles Stilinski’s contribution to the world, as he wants it to be:

He stands next to Lydia, the girl who is permanent. The girl who makes things last. And he makes her smile. Makes her laugh. Makes her a little less serious. Makes her glow.

And her story is a little brighter because a semblance of his completely inferior brain made it so. Because he loved her as completely as an eight-year-old boy could love an eight-year-old girl, and a thirteen-year-old boy, and a fifteen-year-old boy who doesn’t know her at all, and a seventeen-year-old man who knows her better than anyone does, and an eighteen-year-old man, and a twenty-three year old man, and, and, and, and