leaf blowing


I don’t know where I am. It’s like I’m breaking into a million pieces and there is only one thing I remember: I have to save the Doctor. He always looks different. I always know it’s him. Sometimes I think I’m everywhere at once, running every second just to find him. Just to save him. But he never hears me. Almost never. I blew into this world on a leaf. I’m still blowing. I don’t think I’ll ever land. I’m Clara Oswald. I’m the impossible girl. 

Primal Instincts - (M/H)

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Here is the first of the Halloween smuts- brought to you by myself and my lovely @dont-run-up <3
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Genre; Smut with a fun swirl of Horror~ 

Length; 6,600+ words

Kinks; primal kink, predator/prey, creampie, dirty talk, breeding/mating kink, pregnancy risk 

AU; Werewolf

Originally posted by mixedangel

The deformed command that fell from Jaebum’s mouth had Y/N running for the back door out of their cabin. Fear had overridden logic as she bolted past her shoes and off the deck. The soft earth beneath her feet was a mild comfort as she ran for her life.
Forest leaves exploded in color as the sunset washed over them. Oak and maple leaves littered the forest floor forming a radiant carpet of yellows, reds and golden browns. Y/N’s barely covered feet ran over them, uncaring of the wonders around her. She looked to the sky only to see the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. Birds screamed warnings of impending danger above her. Quickly they flew overhead leaving her in their dust. The young woman whimpered wishing she could take flight just like them, to leave and return to Seoul.

Sokcho was supposed to be a beautiful weekend destination for Y/N and her beau. They’d gotten some time off for Chuseok and decided to spend it alone for the first time. Everything was planned, their stay, the touristy shit they’d wanted to partake in and even their last day of lounging. Jaebum was the one to suggest the mountains this far north, said it would “bring them closer to all the natural parts of themselves.” Y/N had to laugh at the irony of that one. Is this how her ancestors felt, running from larger things that wanted to eat them? Fear was a powerful thing, it kept her legs pumping despite the fire in her chest. 

As she ran deeper into the woods the trees became closer, the roots thicker and more untamed. Thump. Thump. Thump. Y/N blood rushed in her ears, the birds long gone, all she could hear was the sound of her heart. She swore it was going to pop out of her chest at any moment; until then she kept going, bobbing and weaving through the underbrush. Thu-thump. Thump. Thump. That wasn’t her heart. Y/N broke out in a petrified sweat. She wondered how he’d caught up so fast and whether she’d collapse before he caught her. 

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          “it has been a beautiful fight"

I know the sound a bottle makes
when it falls to the floor
and I’ve seen the sun rise
many times
from behind closed doors.

empty beds
and tangled sheets
       – it’s beautiful, you know –
the sunrise: pink clouds and navy trees
(the colors are wrong)
but it’s so damn beautiful
when shadows erode
and break away.

I can see it
even from behind these walls
– the moment everything changes
         we start to win
         we start to win for a while

and I can feel it
the touch of a leaf
blowing in the breeze
100 miles away
– it’s beating –
bum               bum
         bum              bum
a little heart on fire
shining golden with the dawn
– it’s blinding –
pounding against the night

can you feel it?
can you see it?
we have fought
 – even when we’ve lost –
we have fought

we are

          “it has been a beautiful fight


              – Charles Bukowski

red ink

Originally posted by kkuks

vampire!jjk x reader. fluff. 3.3k words. i should start writing someone else other than jungkook tbh.

Sadly, Jungkook isn’t aware of how attractive he looks.

Jungkook first caught whiff of her through the steam of the hot chocolate that burns his tongue.

He remembers it tasting so much sweeter. He remembers her back to him. He remembers the graceful glide of her pen on blank paper. He remembers the ding of the bell every time a customer enters.

It’s his first time sitting down in the restaurant, a secret sanctuary for blood thirsty fellow like him which he found out through Taehyung. He feels much more rejuvenated knowing he can ask for drops of blood on his drink without anyone shooting him weird looks.

Jungkook takes another sip, blowing a sigh to the cup on his lips as he swallow. He looks around him, the tables covered in satin white which people occupy, the clinking of cups and plates as some moves them. He wonders just how many of these people here are like him.

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A Room to Call Home

Characters: CastielXAngel!Reader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 4013

A/N: One-shot request by anonymous – “I was wondering if you could do Cas meeting one of his oldest friends (an angel) and introducing them to the boys. Fluffy maybe??” An old friend seeks out Castiel on an errand to summon him home. Gender neutral reader. Humor and fluff with a suggestion of plot and a side of bacon (because everything is better with bacon).

Castiel roughly engaged the hand brake of the rickety borrowed brown truck as it lurched to a grinding halt. The metallic ting of the radiator reminded the angel he wanted to ask Dean to investigate that noise, along with the irksome vibration and strange burning smell recently emanating from the clutch. He distractedly traced the calloused pads of his fingertips along the worn curve of the steering wheel – although a slow and inefficient method of travel, he had come to enjoy the uninterrupted stretches of meditative solitude and passing minutia of detail driving afforded.

He might otherwise have winged right past the roadside attraction that purported to be the World’s Largest Ball of Twine without having paused for a few contemplative hours to unravel its significance. Likewise, the alleged birthplace of the Which came first, the chicken or the egg? controversy, along with the quaint one-room museum dedicated to the conundrum that boastingly housed the actual chair where the originator perched while hatching this riddle for the ages, would have gone entirely unnoticed by him. The answer, he determined, and sincerely attempted to explain to the wide-eyed gum-chewing teenaged museum curator, was that neither the chicken or the egg came first. After all, he reasoned, in the beginning, the very first of firsts, there was only light. Then eventually there was the slimy scaly flopping fish-like things that crawled from the oceans and after hundreds of thousands of years of evolution developed feathers. Chickens and eggs, as humanity knows them, and in no particular order, were no more than an afterthought. Mostly he wondered if the original owner of the ramshackle truck still missed it and wanted it back, albeit a little worse for the wear.

“Why have we stopped?” you interrupted his quiet reflection from your position in the passenger seat, squinting through the windshield at the ugly and dilapidated industrial building looming beyond the hazy glass.

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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden: Mukami Azusa (Dark 02)

Yui: fuwaa….

(We’ve been cleaning up the garden for over an hour but, it doesn’t look like it’s going to end at all)

(As I thought maybe it has nothing to do with my abilities…)

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