i have no idea where the angst came from

anonymous asked:

33. “How’s the meeting going?” “I want to stab all of them.” “Well don’t get blood on your clothes. We have reservations at eight.” please!!! you're such a good writer!!

Thank you anon! I feel like this prompt has been in here quite a while. Sorry for that. This turned slightly (really just a teensy bit) nsfw. Set in season 8 but there is no angst whatsoever.

“Scully, you need to save me.” Holding the phone between neck and shoulder, Scully grins. She stretches her leg in the bathtub to get more comfortable so she can listen to Mulder’s complaints. She’d pity him, certainly, but she’s far too relaxed right now to care. 

“How’s the meeting going?” At least she tries to put some sympathy into her voice.

“I want to stab all of them.” Of course. Mulder and meetings don’t mix well together on a good day. Without her there to distract him, or glare at him sternly, he doesn’t stand a chance.

“Well, don’t get blood on your clothes. We have reservations at eight.”

“Don’t remind me.” Comes his grunted answer. “Do I really have to go, Scully?” Sounding just like a little boy, she thinks, as she puts her hand on her stomach where Mulder junior has just decided to join the party. The baby kicks heartily against her hand.

“Yes, Mulder, you do. You promised me and you promised my mother. You don’t want to break a promise you made to my mother, now do you?” That shuts him up like she thought it would. Scully stretches and her protruding belly causes the water to gently swish around her.

“Scully, where are you?” His voice changes in an instant.

“I’m home. Where else would I be?”

“Where at home are you?”

“Uhm, bathroom.”

“In the tub?”

“Mulder, you’re at work.” There’s some rustling in the background and she thinks she hears a door close. After that it’s eerily quiet.

“I’m all by myself now. So. You’re in the tub, right?”


“Come on, Scully. I just suffered through two hours of a meeting and I have ten minutes before I have to go back in that room.”

“What was the meeting about anyway?” Mulder groans in frustration. “Tit for Tat, Mulder.”

“You promise?” Her answer is a low chuckle and she swears she can hear him swallow on his side of the line. Hard.

“Mainly budget cuts,” Mulder begins, his voice a slow, bored drawl, “Marketing had things to say that I don’t remember. But the accountants are pissed. That much I can tell you.”

“Hmm, have you proposed that we share a hotel room again? That would definitely save money.”

“Scully, as you’re well aware you’re currently on maternity leave and I’m on desk duty. The x-files are currently on budget,”

“Really?” She interrupts him.

“Yeah, I was as surprised as you are. It’s – hey, I can tell you all about this later at home. I dimly remember this as a tit for tat situation. I provided the tat, now it’s your turn to give me the tit.”

“Oh, I would Mulder if you were here.” There’s a distinctive sound she’d recognize anywhere: Mulder’s zipper. Apparently they’re really doing this. Her own hand wanders from her belly to touch her oversensitive breast before she slides it further down until her fingers find her curls. It’s uncomfortable with her big stomach, but she’s going to make it work somehow. She sighs deeply and Mulder murmurs a breathless ‘oh yeah’.

“Just keep talking, Scully. What are you doing?”

“Uhmm,” another sigh, another moan as her finger briefly grazes her clit before she cups herself, “I wish you were here, Mulder.” His breath is ragged and she wonders how far along he is already; did he start without her?

“Pretend… pretend it’s my hand.” He tells her in a throaty whisper.

“Oh yeah, your hand, oh Mulder, it’s your fingers dipping inside me now. Do you feel how wet I am for you and – ” She is stopped by a knock. Startled, her hand shoots out of the water, splashing the floor in the process, before she realizes that the sound came through the phone.

“Fuck.” Mulder grumbles and she listens to the sounds of him trying to make himself presentable. There’s another knock, more persistent this time. “Yeah, I’m coming.” Or not, Scully thinks, but decides to keep that to herself.

“There you are.” The voice is muffled, but Scully recognizes it as Skinner’s. “You weren’t going skip the rest of the meeting, were you?”

“No, Sir. I just needed to call Scully.” That seems to remind him that he hasn’t hung up on her yet.

“Uh, Scully, I-”

“You need to get back to the meeting.”

“Yeah. We can finish this… conversation later, right?”

“Of course, Mulder. I can’t wait.” She finishes in what she hopes is a sultry voice. Judging by Mulder’s strangled breath, she’s succeeded.

“I’ll be home as soon as this meeting is over,” he pauses and Scully is certain that Skinner is giving him some sort of look, “Don’t, you know, have dinner without me.” The way he says dinner makes her shiver all over.  

“Of course not, Mulder. We’re having dinner with my mother and my brother, remember? But I think I’m going to have a taste of dessert right now. I’ll leave you some, I promise.” She presses disconnect before Mulder can answer, a huge grin on her face. Scully leans back, closes her eyes, and lets her hand, and mind, wander again.

The tales of the earth masterlist.

Jungkook; The Monster

“A castle lies on the edge of the world, quiet and devoid of hope in it’s lonely companionship. And yet it seems to you, that no matter the time the walls seem to have eyes that seem so sad, the air seems to drip with stories of woe that you could never understand. But you intend to find out.”

→  ♥ ϟ  ✖︎ | Coming soon

Taehyung; The Siren

“For centuries it has been said that the water was home to the most cruel of creatures, one that had not an ounce of kindness in its cold body. Children have disappeared, like mist in the night at the hands of such a monster. Yet when it is your time to travel down to the cove, you cannot find the malicious spirit you were told about among the sobbing cries and desperate embraces.”

→  ♥ ϟ  ✖︎ | Coming soon

Jimin; The dreamer

“Every year you weep for the lost months and days of your childhood, bound within the walls you are forced to call your home. And one night, it seemed that your pleas were answered in the form of a shadow curling its hand into yours and herding you into the night with whispers of curiosity.”

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Namjoon; The Fighter

“Who could put themselves above gods and ever hope to fly? Dreams and aspirations are cast aside so easily when war beckons its finger, and despite the ache in his heart he was forced to give up his will. And yet soon it seemed that he was high above the clouds, your arms being the only thing that could possibly keep him to the ground where his wishes lay. After all, it would seem that his wings were made of wax, and the sun was happy to loom ever closer.”

→  ♥ ϟ  ✖︎ | Coming soon

Hoseok; The Hider

“The house that you move into is warped and moulded by age, the walls hung with memories you could never hope to understand and life scattered like lost ghosts into the floors.Yet when you are made privy to the world that thrums with life nestled into the meadow that sings every night, you find yourself being dragged into the hold of burning eyes and untold whispers that pulled you to the dark of the night with whispers of truth. And he is the first to catch you in your fall.”

→  ♥ ϟ  ✖︎ | Coming soon

Yoongi; The Hunter

“The village you lived in was plagued by fear, the howls of a monster so terrifyingly near that it was hard to ever let your eyes close, accustomed to glancing behind your back. And when a hunter arrives to offer up his services, you cannot help but feel panic seep into you for a secret that you could never keep.”

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Seokjin; The Noble

“Who knew of the man who lay in his castle, draped in golden robes as he watched his people lead through their lives with well placed boredom? There was not a soul that remembered where he came from, or what his intentions were- save for you, who’s eyes were cast wide open and heart racing through the walls when a shadow fell over your slumber.

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Coming this summer


Jongdae and his foreign girlfriend going in vacation together to her country so he can also meet her family ;) it would be nice to read about all the cuddly/warm moments during the trip and vacation time <3

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used.

Originally posted by achenlove

Moments can be many different emotions: sadness, despair, happiness, love or lust, but in the end - every single moment will inevitably end, like stars that burn in the sky, or candles that flicker and dance in the darkness of a room. Though, even when moments fade like Polaroid photographs, memories can replace them, and engrave long-lasting images in the brain of beauty or disaster for those who are given the God-given gift of a good memory.

Taking your boyfriend to Wales was one of those things - a moment, or so, that’s how it felt. From the airplane ride to the stay, to the long walks and family gatherings until the moment you departed back to South Korea. It felt like literal seconds ticking by.You only ever really realise how precious and beautiful those seconds are when time starts running out.

Time ticks against your wrist from the moment you landed in the North of Wales, it plays against your mind like a constant, antagonising ringing - but this is all for Jongdae, because only moments and fate will count until the final flight.

The trip started in the cool, chilly coastline of Colwyn Bay where your home is situated. Your family is big, but they’re full of love and support, and from the moment Jongdae steps in the room and shyly introduces himself in English, you can just tell how much your family adore him. Your parents admire his drive and passion not only for working but for you, and your siblings could die for his aegyo and childish antics - you, yourself couldn’t help but smile as he and your younger siblings unite together to prank you. You couldn’t be annoyed - not even a little, not when his smile was so alive and passionate his get your heart ablaze.

Life is short and cruel; you make Jongdae pose in photos with you to aid an older, worn down version of yourself, to remind you of the “good old days,” the days you can be around the one you love and not worry for tomorrow; only for today.

You travel around the enchanting countryside, introducing Jongdae to the hills of Snowdonia, and the alluring landscape of Llandudno in bright yellow wellies and big, warm coats. Though the heat of the clothes isn’t the only thing that keeps you warm - it may sound cheesy, and Jongdae would laugh at you for thinking such thoughts - but nothing can make you more mellow or warmer than watching the happiness in his eyes that radiates from his orbs to his grin.

Though exploring the country isn’t the only thing you do in your home town. Jongdae takes you back to your rebellious teenage years; kissing in corners when no one’s watching and whispering sweet nothings when no one is listening, and when no one is around at all you take advantage of the satin bedsheets where he, and only he, can make you whimper, moan and writhe.

With each distracting second of your day, it keeps you distracted from the insecurities and anxieties that you have - not looking at the ink that stains beneath your wrist watch that hides the image you only wish you could remove. You hate the way your Mother looks at you pitifully because of it, or the way your Father purposefully acts as though  it isn’t there, it’s like a time loop of pain and agony every time you come home.

And when the final day draws to it’s end, you sit on the plane with Jongdae, your heart pounding as the flight takes off like the final take of memories.

Jongdae talks animatedly about the trip, the unforgettable moments; though all you can do is smile and hold back the teardrops because you know his unconditional memory issue.

Back in Korea, you sit in a pearly white room, glazed eyes watching the seconds tick down on the final day inked on your skin.


You walk towards the cubical,


You gently pull back the curtain,


You step inside,


The bed dips under your weight as you take a seat on the hospitalised bed,


“Who are you?”

“It’s me, Jongdae, it’s {y/n}.”

And the number reverts back on your hand to 365 days.

Note: I felt cynical - please don’t hate me. Idea came from an AU prompt I read and I altered it to kind of make it a soulmate AU where the reader has a tattoo on their wrist counting down the days they have left with their soulmate. So Jongdae, unfortunately, only has a year until his mind resets because idk I felt like making angst. Tell me what you think, I’m usually not good at angst drabbles. Danke! (Also thanks to @stitch-xiu-up who I woke up just to help me with this and edit it. Goodnight) 

this might be cliché bc i sort of based this PLOT idea off of gossip girl, the bling ring, and the song ‘children of the bad revolution’ by lana del rey; but i want a bunch “bad” rich kids who run in a their tight-knit pack and all come from wealthy families, but their families all came into their money different ways and all handle it very differently. like one family married into their wealth, while others have been rich their whole lives, where one has to work for it, but they all are still very loyal to everyone in their little group but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t hella angst !! because they party all the time and all of their relationships are probably blurring at the edges because who is really just friends ?? and who are really lovers on the low ?? i need them taking selfies and updating their instagram feeds and then maybe doing designer drugs and linking arms and strutting down the streets of nyc probably in their nicest outfits !! and fights over stupid stuff that isn’t going to matter in three days and coming out on the other side a little bit more fucked up than you started but hey, that’s life !! and as long as they feel free at the end of the day and still have their trust funds, what else is there to complain about ?? e v e r y t h i n g, it turns out. bonus points if it’s a multi-muse group bc i want sibling ships/romantic ships/frenemies !!

anonymous asked:

I have this terrifying fear that Whedon is going to make Babs infertile. No idea where it came from, but it feels like something Whedon would do. It legit kept me up last night.

you aren’t alone, anon. I’ve also worried about this, especially bc joss whedon has used infertility as a source of pointless angst for his female characters multiple times in his previous work. age of ultron was shit for a lot of reasons (like… it wasn’t even objectively good. it was just a Bad Movie), but the way he treated black widow in it was atrocious – taking a character who, in the comics, is fertile (as far as we know) but has never had kids because she doesn’t want them, and giving her a pointless character arc about how she feels like she’s “a monster” and “not a real woman” because she’s infertile. (this woman has killed dozens of people, including children, in her lifetime, but it’s her infertility that bothers her and makes her feel inhuman, because that’s realistic.) AND he only did it so there would be “justification” for him putting her in a very awkward, chemistry-less, out-of-character romance with self-insert bruce banner. and it’s been a while since I watched buffy the vampire slayer, but I’m pretty sure I remember him pulling something similar with a female character on that show, too. 

my biggest fear is probably that the whole killing joke thing will happen and be addressed in the movie, but SURPRISE TWIST, the bullet missed babs’s spine (because we all know there’s no way whedon will let her be paralyzed) and hit her uterus, so now she can never have kids!! oh no!!! how can she possibly carry on now that she’s no longer a ~real woman~?!! and obviously it only gets talked about in the context of her relationship with dick (or, even worse, bruce) because she no longer feels worthy of his love now that she can’t give him babies. :/

but yeah I hate whedon a lot lmao 


Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
◊ Summary: He never felt that he would enjoy living again, until he met you.
◊ Genre: angst/fluff
◊ Word Count: 1,205  

Vision: an enormous part of almost every person’s life. Without it, everyone you meet is faceless, every sound you hear lacks a source, and every day that goes by only seems to become darker.

Taehyung lost his dignity the day he lost his eye.

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Happy Valentine’s Day (AU!Tom Hanniger x Reader)

Pairing: AU!Tom Hanniger x Reader

Word count: 2312

Warnings: slight angst? I Have no idea. Obviously working with PTSD. Fluff too :D 

Summary: Ten years after the collapse of the mine in Harmony, you are living with your boyfriend Tom Hanniger.

A/N: So. THIS is the result of my laptop being haunted for a week and a half by Tom Hanniger. It’s a whole thing, @dustycelt​ and @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog​ can vouch for it. Plus, I love me some Tom Hanniger and there needs to be more fics about him. End of story. Thanks so much to Mimi for looking over this for me! :D So.. here’s my contribution to the Tom trash in the world. Feedback is welcome and appreciated! :D

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So I never ever post my stuff in here but I started writing this and it got out of hand and I have no idea where this came from but I like it very very much and I thought I shared it…

I’ve see many fics where Cat doesn’t miss a beat in correcting Kara to call her ‘Cat’ instead of ‘Ms. Grant’ when they start getting involved, and I have this headcanon:

Cat actually likes to be called 'Ms. Grant’ by Kara instead of insisting on being called Cat everytime Kara says it. And, not just in bed for a dom! sub! thing (though that would totally happen as well), but like just day to day because they are so used to it, and it’s a respect thing, since we see most people calling her Cat unless they are afraid of her (say Winn), and Kara says it in a very affectionate way that makes Cat’s heart skip a beat, and sometimes Kara says it teasingly, and other times she just uses it almost like a term of endearment (and she tried to teasingly use kitty once but got a slap on the face and a week on the couch, of her own apartment).
Because 'Cat’ is personal, 'Cat’ is private, 'Cat’ is intimate. It’s for when it’s the two of them and Carter, sometimes even Adam though Kara and Adam are still awkward around each other; 'Cat’ is for when they act like an old married couple and Cat does or says something so rude or stubborn that a simple 'Ms Grant’ reprimand isn’t strong enough, it’s for when Cat does something so amazing that Kara can’t help but gasp 'Cat!’, it’s for when Cat does something so considerate when Kara is down that all the girl’s emotions just spill out in a soft sigh or whisper of 'Cat’. It’s for when they are having breakfast or getting ready for the day or watching tv on the couch on a lazy Sunday at home with fluffy socks and worn out tshirts that Cat will never admit to ever wearing. It’s for holidays and long weekends on their private beach when Kara keeps trying to coax Cat into dropping her book and going for a swim with her, for when she calls excitedly to show her the sand sculpture she and Carter did, for when she slips behind Cat pressing her whole body cold from the water against Cat’s sun heated skin and they watch as Carter has the time of his life playing with their dog and Adam and Cat presses a kiss on Kara’s salty neck. It’s for the heated arguments over 'truth justice and the American ways’ they have at home that always start in the public areas of the house like the living room or the kitchen, or even their home office, but they always take it to the balcony of their bedroom when they notice things getting ugly so Carter won’t have to watch them tearing each other; it’s for the apologies after that and the i love you’s that follow, and the promises of open minded reconsideration, and the suggestion of ordering take out and having a game night with Carter. It’s for the hard moments of pain and doubt (and Cat has many of those because she might have a rough exterior but she actually is very caring and vulnerable) when Kara will wrap her arms around Cat’s tiny body and pepper kisses on her neck and shoulder before just burying her nose there and listening to Cat’s heartbeat waiting for her heart rate to go back to normal and her body to stop shaking. It’s for the pleas in the supermarket to get an extra tube of ice cream or box of sugary cereal or bag of chips combined with pouty lips and wide puppy eyes from Kara and Carter; for the excitement of waking up to the first snowfall of the year, and fireworks on new year’s eve followed by a kiss that starts before the count down and ends long after it’s done. It’s for the first time Carter spends the weekend at a friend’s house and Cat wants to call every five minutes and can only sleep after Carter calls (because Kara told him to in a discreet text) to say goodnight despite Kara insisting she can hear him and he is fine. It’s for when Cat is sick and being adorable yet extremely stubborn and doesn’t want to cooperate in Kara’s care to make her better; it’s for the whines when it’s Kara’s turn to get sick when she blows out her powers and Kara is literally the worst patient ever in direct competition with Cat herself. And it’s for when Supergirl is needed and Kara has to leave a very worried Cat behind (be it on the street on the office or on their bedroom) and she bids goodbye with a soft kiss on the lips a promise of coming back safe and an extra kiss to the forehead just to make sure, before flying off, up up and away, to save the day.

'Cat’ it’s only theirs.

(much like Keira/Kara is for Cat)

clairvoyant. (m) part one.

Originally posted by taedamn

part two. part three.

Author’s note: I have no idea where this came from or where it’s going *shrug* I do know it’ll contain drugs, alcohol and smut, with angst so there ya go! Also not sure who it’ll be centered around so enjoy the mystery.

Word count: 3k

The smell of cigarette smoke was overwhelming in his bedroom despite the incense he had that he swore would mask the smell, it clearly wasn’t doing much. You were sat facing him on the floor, your legs tucked underneath your bum as you held the clamp to his lip and held a needle in your other hand, “Dude, don’t you think you should, I don’t know…take that out of your mouth when I do this?” 

His eyes looked everywhere but at you, bouncing around the posters on his wall to his dirty hamper in the corner, literally anywhere but your eyes because he was terrified. “It helps calm my nerves, there’s no way in hell I’m taking this out of my mouth. Thanks for the shitty suggestion though.”

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Summary: Written for @torn-and-frayed Songs of Supernatural Season 1 Challenge. The reader gets into a car crash after a fight with Dean. Song is Paradise by Sharif

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1964

Warnings: angst, language, character death

A/N: Every semicolon I used is a shot in the dark. Also this is my first fic ever so feedback is welcome/ wanted!

A giant that you to @blacktithe7 for the amazing help!!

Flashback is in italics (also labeled)


Originally posted by superuunatural

You start to wake up not really remembering where you were. There’s a pain in your abdomen and you have no idea where that came from. You smell gasoline and it starts to feel really hot. Is that smoke? Then you hear the screams of a few people calling for help. ‘Am I on a hunt?’  You hear a familiar song playing.

Creepin’ into my head

Your body’s breathin’ me in again.

No more mistaken me as a friend.

My body’s achin

Hold me again and again and again

You slowly start to blink your eyes open, fighting the urge to leave them closed as you take in your surroundings. You’re hanging upside-down in your cherry red, 1972, Chevy Nova. You struggle to find a position that is less painful since the seatbelt is cutting deep into your shoulder. You can’t move your body as your seatbelt is locked and the buckle is jammed. You start to see small flames coming from your car and you become frantic, trying everything you can to escape. You try honking your horn, but it wont work. Terrified you will die in this car, you start crying for help, hoping someone can hear you over the chaos and loud traffic. You try everything you can to break free but the pain in your abdomen overtakes you as you drift off again listening to that memorable song.

 Take me away to paradise,

Feed me again with your love.

Take me back to where I was,

Fill me again with your love. 

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Originally posted by bambamscloud

CAN TAEHYUNG COME PROTECT ME LIKE ASDFGHJKL, Honestly I have no idea where this came from. but BOOM BAM.

Characters: Taehyung x Y/n

Genre: Angst , smut . BadBoy!Tae

Description: Taehyung doesn’t like when they mess with his girl. 



Taehyung pecked your lips giving you a kiss one last time, “Taehyung, come on I have to go to school.” you mumbled into his lips as he began to nibble your bottom lip. You stood at the entrance of your high school, your boyfriend was the local drop out hanging out with the wrong crowd but it didn’t matter to you. He was your childhood friend, and had protected you over the years from any bully so of course you had come to grow feelings for the young troublemaker.

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Title: Fallen Wings

Word Count: 1460

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Warnings: Angst, Wings

Description: After an argument Lucifer finally shows the reader his wings.

Notes: @mrsgabrieltrickster @be-my-angel-with-the-shotgun No idea if you two wanna be tagged in this, but deal with it. Also I have no idea where this came from but it just sort of happened.

When you had asked to see his wings this wasn’t what you had expected. You had always assumed that an angels wings would be glorious, magnificent things of light and energy, something pure and holy.

What spread from Lucifer’s back and out across the library floor were none of that.
Each one of the six enormous wings were bent and twisted at odd angles, like they had been broken and healed countless times without ever being set and the feathers were the dull, dead color of volcanic ash.

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So, I’m not sure where this came from, but have some angst in 250 words that goes from 0 to 10 in two second flat. Your regularly scheduled fluff and smut will return shortly. 

Rated M

“Pregnant?” Cullen echoed her words from a moment before, his voice flat and a dazed look on his face.

Elena nodded, not trusting herself to speak as tears gathered in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she finally managed to stammer out, bringing her hands to cover her face as tears began to fall.

Carefully, mindful of the swift flinches his touch had met ever since Adamant, Cullen pulled her into his arms, holding her close as sobs began to wrack her body. She buried her face in the fur of his surcoat, cleaving to him, and Cullen didn’t know what else to do except smooth his hands down her back. He felt numb, frozen in place and utterly useless; he had had no idea she had been with child and now–

“I didn’t know,” came her muffled sob. “I didn’t know, I didn’t know. I would have never—”

“Shh,” he hushed, trying to keep his voice steady for her, trying to make sure the tears gathering in his eyes didn’t fall. “It’s not your fault.”

“It was Adamant.” Gasp. “And the rift. My own body and I didn’t know.”

His head was spinning, ears ringing as he felt his knees give out. A child. It was something he hadn’t known he wanted until she said it, until it was too late. They sank to the floor of her chambers and Cullen did his best to hold her to him, even as his tears wet the crown of her head.

Undisclosed Desires

Prompt from @give-me-tvd: “If I tell you yes, would you leave?”
A/n: I don’t know where this idea came from but I liked it so I went with it. It’s also really long (like 3K+ words) the angst just kept writing itself. I also have a part 2 in mind if people like it. Enjoy!

There was no denying that they were far from perfect.

All the killing, the manipulation, all those lies over the years was proof of that.

But this, this was something else.

The way his fingers crawled up her skin, dipping under fabric and sliding into places that were no longer his to explore. The way her mouth dragged and lingered on his body, pushing into places that she remembers he loved.  The way they ran and hid away, spending hours upon hours trapped in unimaginable bliss, reigniting flames that were supposed to be burned out.

The dark corners, the longing glances, the weekends away.

The excuses they gave to those at home whilst they buried themselves under the sheets. Over and over and over again.

The lives they were putting in danger.

It was all wrong.

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Acute Sadness - Merintosh Fic

I am so sorry about this in advance. 

I have no idea where this came from, and the whole thing took me maybe an hour to write, that’s how formed the story was in my mind. Damn these two Scottish dorks.

Also if you think this sucks to read, just imagine writing it. I really must hate myself a lot.

Here be the angstiest angst ever. I promise I’ll make it up to y’all by writing some fluffy, happy Christmas stuff later tomorrow!

Acute Sadness 

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Her mother had told her, weeks before this point, that the best thing she would ever hear after all the hours of labor, was the sound of her new child crying. So it takes Merida the span of eight heartbeats, full of exhaustion, to realize the room around her is silent.

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Letters That Broke Them

“Dear Castiel,

“I know that a letter seems a little weird when all I have to do is pull up your number on my phone and send you a quick text or call. I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to write you this letter so you could see the way my hand will shake the pen as I write what I have never said to you before.

“It’s been three years since we met. Four years ago my life was a mess. I had hit so low I felt like I was drowning in hell. It was your saving grace that rescued me from it. No matter how rude I came off of at first you always cared for me. I used to think that I didn’t need anyone, that I was strong enough to live on my own, but that night you made me coffee and held me while I cried I realized that I needed you.

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something for @sushinfood cause i wanted to draw this dude for a long time and I was finally left to enjoy a sunday and can draw for myself.

@thoughhellshouldbartheway is a human who died and bonded with a dead elemental core, wound up in the underground, and has no idea who he is or where he came from.

@doppler-starcat is a cursed fallen star elemental, trying to atone for their past of anger and destruction. They are trying to do better.

Something tells me they’d have quite a bit to chat about should they ever meet.

Undertale ocs are g8 and I like seeing them!

anonymous asked:

A fanfic where jr and JB are legitimently married and have the rest of got7 as children ;u; you can adjust the ages as you please

Warning: i– have no idea. maybe a little psychological angst?

Author: Jin

Wordcount: 2.5k

JIN HAs RISEN FROM THE DEAD– AGAIN. i hope you guys sTILL REMEMBER ME im jk. but in all seriousness, i did put maybe 97% of effort into this fill so i hope it reaches out to you spiritually idk.

Age Chart:

Jaebum: 28
Jinyoung: 27
Jackson: 13
YoungJae: 10
Bambam: 6
Yugyeom: 6

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