my angsty otp

1. Swing Set

so, a little while ago, andavs asked me to make her a Not Quite Normal OTP challenge and because, she’s awesome, she said she would actually do the challenge. And then I decided to do it as well because fair’s fair!

BUT, then we decided that we should do an Attempted Mind Meld Challenge. Basically, this means both of us are doing the challenge (don’t worry, I’m writing not drawing) and then posting our work on the same day and seeing how well they line up. We haven’t talked about them at all before posting so really, this is probably going to be a complete disaster. 

Regardless, here’s #1: On a Swing Set

(Post Season 3B, Sterek, Angst to Fluff, 2k)

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Stiles never looks up at the sky anymore.

Derek watches for it, waiting, a part of him wondering when exactly he pinned down that small quirk that belonged to Stiles and Stiles alone. He can’t really remember when he first noticed it- maybe his subconscious had noted it right away, when he spent their first few interactions in cars with Stiles while the younger boy looked towards the heavens for help. Or maybe it was later than that, when he spent large portions of his time threatening Stiles into helping him and Stiles’ cocky eye rolls had come hand in hand with his computer skills. Probably it wasn’t until the long summer that Stiles spent at his loft, researching through Scott’s shifts at Deaton’s, staring at the ceiling as if that’s where he would find the answer.

Really, though, he doesn’t notice it until it’s gone. Until it’s after the Nogistune and after Allison and Stiles’ eyes stop flicking upwards.

Nowadays, Stiles moves like a person who is trying very hard to control every tick of his body, while pretending very hard that nothing’s changed. He meets people’s eyes when they speak to him and smiles when he’s supposed to and flails his hands when he is telling a story (though he’s half a beat behind the words instead of two beats ahead). It isn’t a particularly good imitation of his former self but it fools most people – the acquaintances, and teachers, and even Lydias of the world.

His dad isn’t fooled. Neither is Scott. Neither is Derek.

And by all accounts, Derek should be fooled. Because he and Stiles, they aren’t… they aren’t anything. Maybe they were once enemies, maybe they were once unwilling partners, maybe at one point they grew a mutual respect and understanding but…

But it had all faded into some weird gray area. Before… before everything, they had reached an area where it was okay for their eyes to cling to each other, as long as they were in the middle of an argument. An area where they were allowed to touch as long as it conveyed frustration rather than comfort. An area where they could save each other again and again as long as they never mentioned it.

And now… well, now all Derek can think about is the fact that Stiles never looks up anymore and how much that bothers him.

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so free up the cheaper seats
here comes a greek tragedy

“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!


The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.

Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.

The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.

“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”

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AU idea where the walls between your neighbor’s and your apartments are thick enough excePT FOR THE WALL THAT IS BETWEEN YOUR BATHROOMS AND honestly this is your fault bc you started it when you were blasting broadway showtunes during your evening shower and singing along pretty loudly but now theyre taking their revenge by blasting their shitty rap music at too-fucking-early-o'clock before they go off to work and this is just one of those AU ideas (like coffeshops) that sound cute and hilarious in fic BUT IRL YOU JUST WANT TO MURDER YOUR NEIGHBORS

fic: the lie will unfurl

title: the lie will unfurl

author: dustofwarfare

fandom: final fantasy vii (post Advent Children)

pairing: sephiroth/cloud

rating: teen and up 

contains: angst? (how surprising for them :| ) 

word count: ~800 

summary: it’s easier when he’s a monster. 

AN: introspective character piece! also short, for me. lyrics by Placebo, who again, must all be secret Sephiroth/Cloud shippers. Song is The Crawl. 

Read below or here at AO3!

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My fave shipping tropes:

- coffee shop aus
- ‘we hate each other but have to work together and there’s a fuckton of sexual tension’
- WEARING EACH OTHER’S SIGNATURE PIECE OF CLOTHING
- comfortable married life bc all my otps are angsty and I want my bbys to be happy
- super duper in love but they think the other just wants to be friends so they pine
- one is sick so the other cuddles them and takes care of them
- person a being rlly insecure so b is determined to show a how much they are loved
- meeting the parents!
- A is pregnant and B is just! So! Happy!
- A using rlly cheesy pick up lines when they see B at their job and B rolls their eyes but secretly adores it

Please reblog and recommend fics/drabbles/fanart/headcanons with any of these, in any of my ships in the tag!💙

You made my heart skip a beat !

Headcanon: When Mercy saved Gabe, there were no negative effects. Everyone thought the procedure worked without a hitch, so Gabe went off to keep doing his own thing. After a while, noticed his body slowly starting to decay and he eventually became the Reaper we know and, blaming Mercy, he never returned to Overwatch, so Angela never found out what happened, which would explain their “What happened to you?” interaction

anonymous asked:

You don't seem to be very bothered by the current Berena angst, so I was wondering if you could maybe share what helps you keep positive about it because I'd like to #KeepTheFaith too but it's getting hard with all the recent spoilers.

I’ve been asking myself that too, tbh, because I see so many people are upset and I wonder if I should be too, but I’m just not? It’s probably because of a number of factors, but here are at least two that I think affect my viewing the most: (behind a cut because, oops, it turned out quite long)

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New slash ship: *being cute*

Me: Awwwnn I ship it

New slash ship: *being angsty,not canon, and both characters are straight*

Me: WH AT FU KC? YAAS OTP I AM SOBBING YAAS THE ANGST GIMME ALL THE ANGST I WANT IT YAAAS YAAS DIE FOR HIM YAAS O T P