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I am an angst writer. All of these series may cause your heart to break. All contain smut unless otherwise noted. 

reader x rapper!Yoongi

What was supposed to be a simple night out turned into an evening you would never forget. Especially when your best friend is involved

Jungkook x Reader, best friend!au

Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Aisle One Aisle Two 

Hoseok x Reader, vampire!au

Part 1 of the Ashes Trilogy

Your human life was taken from you, only to replaced by a life full of night skies. But how do you break free from obsession when the one who gave you eternal life is the one holding your chains?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final 

Jimin x Reader

You bite off more than you can chew during a weekend at your parents’. They always told you not to play with fire, but you weren’t one for listening.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Namjoon x Reader, idol!au

Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final

Jimin x Reader, robot!au & assassin!au

Your new partner is more than meets the eye, but you’re not so sure you want to see what is buried underneath.

part 1 part 2

Taehyung x Reader x Jin, badboy!au

His voice haunted you through the speakers. Each syllable reminding you that you can never teach an old dog new tricks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Hoseok x Reader, vampire!au

Part 2 of the Ashes Trilogy

You thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

Part 1

reader x idol!Hoseok

You haven’t seen your boyfriend long enough to make him beg. But it’s you who ends up not being able to control yourself.

Namjoon x Reader, ceo!au

Power and seduction are a lethal mix, especially when you work at one of the world’s most powerful corporations. But be careful, because someone is always watching.

Part 1 Part 2

reader x poly!yoonseok

It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have and unorthodox method of keeping you cool.

Yoongi x reader xJungkook

You told yourself that you would never fall in love again. That no mane would ever be worth the heartache and pain that came with relationships. But promises were meant to be broken as you met your match in Min Yoongi.

 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Epilogue

updated: 6/7/17

  • Tim Daly: *breaks two legs skiing*
  • Gillian Anderson: *breaks foot jumping in swimming pool*
  • David Duchovny: *sprains shoulder doing godknowswhat*
  • Tea Leoni: ... fuck.

Ten

There are ten beer bottles sitting on his kitchen counter.

All of them are empty, lined up in rows of three with the odd man out lying on its side. He spins this one around, the label blurring as he leans his hip against the granite countertop.

The countertop they picked out together, not so long ago. Dark grey, modern and stylish, just like she wanted.

Around and around the green bottle spins until his eyes can’t take it anymore. He throws the bottle in the garbage can instead of the recycle bin. Partly because he’s almost a full case of beer deep and wasn’t really paying attention but also because she always insisted that they recycle as much as they could.

“It’s better for the environment,” he muses out loud to himself, his words slurring as he starts chucking the remaining beer bottles into the garbage, one by one.

She’s not here to yell at him anyways, so why the fuck should he care.

Nine

There are voicemails waiting for him when he wakes up the next morning.

“Bellamy, it’s your sister. What in the hell are you doing not answering your phone for days? Call me back!!”

“Bell? It’s Jasper. Just wanted to check up on you, man. Let me know how you’re doing.”

“Yo, It’s Murphy. Fuck that girl, let’s get drunk.”

“Hey, it’s Monty. I’m sure everyone is calling you but…we’re worried about you. Please let someone know if you’re okay.”

“Bell, honey? It’s mom. Please call me when you get this, your sister and I are worried about you. Love you.”

“Blake, it’s Miller. Octavia is freaking out man, hasn’t stopped calling me since yesterday. I know you’re hurting but…just please call someone back. Later.”

“Mr. Blake, it’s Professor Stanley. I just wanted to let you know that I received your email and am sorry to hear you won’t be able to speak in my class this week. Hope we can schedule something again soon.”

“God damn it, Bellamy Blake! If you don’t call me back, I’m going to tell mom about all the stupid shit you did in high school. And we both know you don’t want that hellfire to rain down upon you. Call. Me. Back!”

“Hey….Bell. It’s me. Look, I know we said we weren’t going to call each other but…I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way that we ended things. I know it was for the best but…I just…please don’t pull away from everyone. They all love you so much. And so do I. I’m sorry.”

He deletes all of them but the last one, sets his phone on that fucking grey countertop and hits the speaker button.

“….They all love you so much. And so do I.”

Her voice is broken but so is his heart so he listens to it a few more times until he feels like breaking his phone.

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Did I Stutter?

A/N: Anon asked me to write Barba learning that his girlfriend has suffered from Stutter like almost all her life.
I hope I could do some justice to this request, as I have no personal experience to draw from, just my imagination I’m afraid.
As always, thank you @minidodds for your input!
Word count: 1,593 (it turned out longer than I was expecting!)

Sinking into the couch after a long day at work was a wonderful feeling. Especially when you had witnessed such horrific violence. You thought back to the interrogation you had witnessed that afternoon.

“You know something, Kyle? When I first saw Jack laid up in that hospital, I was pretty upset. I was angry at who did it. Because right away, Jack reminded me of of me,” Sonny said to the boy gently.

“You see, I was the scrawny kid, way back when. Guys in the neighborhood, they used to pick on me every day. The worst was this this kid, Bobby Bianchi. One day when we were at school, he grabbed me by the hair and he he shoved my face through a plate glass window.”

“Must have hurt.” Kyle seemed like a good kid.

“I was bleeding, I was all cut up. The principal asked what happened. Now I could have put an end to it. Right there, all I had to do was say Bobby’s name. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t want Bobby to get into trouble.”

“He got away with it?” Kyle asked.

“That’s right. Nobody ever knew what happened. You know where Bobby is now? He’s in Sing Sing for stabbing some poor sap to death during a bar fight. And I always think, what if I would have said something? What if I just would have said something? Maybe that guy would still be alive. I missed my shot, Kyle. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret it.

“But this is your shot. Right now.”

Rollins had been right, the story Sonny had told had been a true memory. You had wanted to comfort Sonny that day, but the case had taken up the detectives’ time and instead you had gone over to Rafael’s apartment to wait for him to finish up with his case. Sonny’s story had brought back some less than pleasant memories from your own childhood.

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Blues

★★★ HOW TO SING THE BLUES… A PRIMER ★★★

1. Most Blues begin, “Woke up this morning…”

2. “I got a good woman” is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, “I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town.”

3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes…sort of: “Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher, and she weighs 500 pounds.”

4. The Blues is not about choice. You’re stuck in a ditch, you’re stuck in a ditch - ain’t no way out.

5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don’t travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train, blues NEVER go on the northbound train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools ain’t even in the running. Walkin’ plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So, does fixin’ to die.

6. Teenagers can’t sing the Blues. They ain’t fixin’ to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, “adulthood” means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.

7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any place in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don’t get rain.

8. A man with male pattern baldness ain’t the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg because you were skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg ‘cause an alligator be chomping on it is.

9. You can’t have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.

10.Good places for the Blues: a. highway b. jailhouse Bad places for the Blues: a. Nordstrom b. gallery openings c. Ivy League institutions d. golf courses

11. No one will believe it’s the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be an old person, and you slept in it for the last 6 months.

12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if: a. you’re older than dirt b. you’re blind   c. you shot a man in Memphis Not if: a. you have all your teeth b. you were once blind but can see c. the man in Memphis lived d. you have a 401K or trust fund now

13. Blues is not a matter of color. It’s a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white people also got leg up on the blues.

14. If you ask for water and your darlin’ give you gasoline, it’s the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are: a. muddy water b. nasty black coffee

The following are NOT Blues beverages: a. Perrier b. Chardonnay c. Snapple d. Slim Fast

15. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it’s a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse and   dying lonely on a broken-down cot. You can’t have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or while getting liposuction.

16. Some Blues names for women: a. Sadie b. Big Mama c. Bessie d. Fat River Dumpling

17. Some Blues names for men: a. Joe b. Willie c. Little Willie d. Big Willie

18. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Debbie, and Heather can’t sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.

19. “Make your own Blues Name” Starter Kit: a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.) b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi, etc.) c. last name of a President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For example: Blind Lime Jefferson, Pegleg Lemon Johnson or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not “Kiwi.”)

20. I don’t care how tragic your life: if you own even one computer, you cannot sing the blues. If you are reading this on a computer - maybe you cannot sing the Blues - but you sure can listen to it…

Slow to what is buried
An entropy of sorts
Where edges dissolve like water

Enter
Read so little of what we do
Words
Surprises
This madness, a derelict disco

I want to see the impression marks
Proof of desire
Or alternative
Or escape

Some days you feel more alive than others
Heavy
Ancient
Bound by cataclysm
Necessary for sentient life

Symptoms of my pathology co-mingle
Is it human nature to incite a hierarchy
Encourage progeny
Flail and strive
To seek the sun that fragments upon us

Let not our love be squandered by darkness
Or evaporate in a priggish slump
To reign down from sorbet skies
Palpable violet heavens breaking
That we may deserve the hour to behold
To be present in the moment
Of any presumed eternal truth

We notice the difference between
Beauty’s consecration of immoral waves
And our own storm welling within us

Most of life is experimentation
No value unless dire
No bueno

Planetary Aesthetics
  • Sun: Emperors, Film Scripts, Goldsmiths, Theatres, Colossal Palaces, Mines, Dandelion Fields, Aristocrats, Regency Era, Anatomical Hearts, Liquors, Hexagrams, Alter Egos, Geometrical Designs, Tailored Suits, Jet Trails.
  • Earth: Himalayan Salts, Life Force, Quiet Villages, Honeysuckles, Forest Deers, Nymphs, Crawling Vines, Fossils, Meteor Crates, Arcane Circles, Underground Caves, Banquets, Destroyed Manors, Fairy Circles, Pentacles.
  • Moon: Grand Hotels, Streaming Tears, Boat Rides, Aquariums, Crowds, Seashores, Owls, Moonstones, Coconut, Lotus Ponds, Willow Trees, Tarot Cards, Maiden Voyages, Psychic Abilities, Nostalgias, Unconscious Minds, Moods.
  • Mercury: Twilights, Road Merchants, Wanderlust, Lavenders, White Feathers, Ornate Mirrors, Cryptic Witches, Large Libraries, Journalism, Toned Biceps, Soft Hands, Town Fairs, Tennis Courts, Crossroads, Bicycle Rides.
  • Mars: Lesser Malefic, Bloodshed, Impulsive Decisions, Sexual Prime, Choleric Humour, Liberal Arts, Towers, Wolf Packs, Spicy Food, Surgery Instruments, Furnaces, Sharpened Blades, Pine Trees, Iron Works, Dragon's Blood.
  • Venus: Romantic Dates, Bubbles, Rose Mazes, Plump Apricots, Soothing Baths, Spontaneous Flings, Art Schools, Banks, French Peonies, Foams, Ancient Cultures, Volcanic Islands, Fashion Industry, Blue Veins, Reconciliation.
  • Jupiter: Faith, Purification, Contended Relaxation, Divine State, Enhanced Luck, Royalty, Diamonds, High Kings, Morning Skies, Thunderstorms, Coloured Clouds, Higher Education, Empty Classrooms, Foreign Lands, Thighs.
  • Saturn: Ivory Tusks, Bones, Father Clocks, Grey Weather, Mountain Ranges, Heirloom Rings, Crows, Ravens, Black Smoke, Corpse Candles, Snowdrops, Hierarchies, Coldness, Greater Malefic, Melancholic Humour, Chaotic Minds.
  • Neptune: Vast Oceans, Paracosms, Artistic Expressions, Hypnotic Illusions, Mysticism, Spinal Column, Intoxication, Gentle Fragrances, Coral Reefs, Crystal Castles, Filmmaking, Photographs, Hospitals, Holy Relics.
  • Uranus: Evening Skies, Breaking Conventions, Ascending Revolutions, Genius, Humanitarian Agendas, Heaven's Tree, Oriental Plants, Avant Grande, Incenses, Ripe Mangoes, Supple Chests, Thickened Inks, Inventors, Passages.
  • Pluto: Archeology, Destruction, Doorways, Hidden Qualities, Poisons, Deep Roots, Dark Secrets, Cosmos, Phoenixes, Subconscious, Predictions, Instant Karmas, Narrow Alleys, Secret Societies, Detectives, Destinies.
The Cuckoo Bird: A “Shatter Me” Fanfiction

Summary: Warner and Juliette are starting to put the world back together, piece by piece, and while preparing for a celebration, Juliette decides to wear something special to surprise him.

Ship: Warnette

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,617

A/N: This fic takes place after the Shatter Me series, so if you haven’t read it all the way through, I would avoid this.

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From the memory chest of lost love
comes the supple mouth of May
She blows a cool spell of springtime air
because she can

Petals from cherry blossom trees
scramble to hold on but lose to fate
Fluttering delicately in the air
Cascading pink over sidewalks and cars
Leaving confetti trails to be washed away
when skies break open
because they can
They always do

THE WATER LILY –

♦ come alive, rachel taylor // { }
got a knack for holding back, and i’m the first one to hide. ‘cause i’m alive, but i’m not living.

♦ porcelain, the lunar year // { }
a fiend of circumstance. i break at zeal’s first glance. my vice is my own mind.

♦ whitelady, LYRA // { }
let the rain pour down, let the sea line rise. let the wind call my name as i drown, i drown.

♦ running to the sea, röyksopp & susanne sundfør // { }
i remember running to the sea, the burning houses and the trees.

♦ ocean eyes, billie eilish // { }
can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes, burning cities and napalm skies.

♦ breaking down, lenachka // { }
and when i hear the knocking over my once muted happy, i’ll let you in.

♦ hunting happiness, w. darling // { }
‘cause i’m so caught up in hunting happiness, that i cannot sleep. it’s haunting me.

♦ human again, kodaline // { }
i got a pain in my heart, and a pain in my chest. i wanna be human again.

♦ the wisps sings, winter aid // { }
how i sing you like a song i heard when i was young, and buried for a night like this.

♦ atlas: smell, sleeping at last // { }
before long, the wind swells in, staring a fight i could never win. but i’ll hold on for as long as i can. 

♦ stardust, westward the tide // { }
i’m in love with the lives i’ve strung along, i don’t want anyone’s company but my own.

♦ low, andrea marie // { }
feeling so low, low, low. can i be brave and strong on another day?

♦ love letter to myself, ocean pleasant // { }
and i’ll love you when your heart is in its shell, i’ll forgive you when you can’t forgive yourself.

♦ undertow, lisa hannigan // { }
i want to swim in your current, carry me up, out and away.❞ 

Stranger Things Saturday

Imagine Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan spending a weekend at a ski resort over spring break during one semester of college. Nancy, always the practical one, would want to ski. After all, they’re at a ski resort. Steve decides to try snowboarding, because snowboarding is a badass, of course. And Jonathan, predictably, takes photographs. He captures everything from the mountainscape to the way the snow falls to his girlfriend and boyfriend trying their hands at winter sports. Both try to convince him to grab skis and join them. Steve lightly ribs him, Nancy makes sure he’s not just nervous. He assures them that he’s fine and perfectly content to document everything from the sidelines.

Steve and Nancy hold hands on the ski lift, but they miss having Jonathan with them, even if it’s only been less than an hour. So when they meet him back on the ground, they each grab one of his hands as they descend down the mountain.

At the lodge, they grab a table near the roaring fireplace. Jonathan rubs the warmth back into Nancy’s hands while Steve goes to purchase hot chocolate and coffee for them. He knows what their orders are without having to ask.

Their hotel room has two beds. One of them quickly becomes a dumping ground for luggage and worn clothes. The other bed is larger than the one in their apartment. Steve, who is the cuddliest of the trio and always sleeps in the middle, relishes the extra space.

Safely tucked away in their room, Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan switch sweaters. Steve’s obnoxious Nordic print looks out of character on Jonathan. Jonathan’s plainer tan sweater dwarfs Nancy, her shoulders and hands completely disappearing. Steve tugs on Nancy’s cardigan mostly to make the others laugh. And so they do.

In the shopping village, Jonathan doesn’t look long before he finds matching hoodies, one in red and one in purple, to send home to Will and El. Steve decides Max will get a kick out of the baseball cap he finds for her. Nancy quickly picks out a teddy bear for Holly with the name of the resort embroidered on the tummy, but she’s at a loss for what to send home to Mike. That is, until she finds the rock-filling station. Each small bag of stones includes a guide for identifying what kind of rocks are inside. It’s a little more than she would usually spend, but she knows it will be right up their alley, so Nancy splurges on six rock bags: enough for Mike to give one to each of his friends.

On their last night, Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve stay out late to lay out on the mountain and stargaze. It’s beyond chilly as night falls at their altitude. But snuggled up against each other, the three of them have never felt warmer.

Lost

She was filled to overflowing. Wanting and needing to pour her heart out like water, a deluge. Such a flood of love and pain as to cover the whole earth, but inside she was all fire. Burning, always burning, both the sacrifice and the flame. Consuming herself as she consumed the world.
It wasn’t rage that set her on fire, it was love and loss. You see, she didn’t know how to handle such powerful emotion. Love to shake the skies and break the earth under her feet. Love of such intensity that it burned the air from her lungs.
She became a deluge, all right. A flood of fire that rose higher and higher into the sky. Burning the very heavens themselves. Seas boiled, earth ran like liquid and the skies burned for months. All for love and loss, joy and pain. When she lost herself, she ran out of love.
She doesn’t look any different, but gaze into her eyes and you’ll see. There is a flame living inside. Still she burns, oh how she fucking burns.

Prompt: “Bones request of being Jim’s sister who is Scotty’s second in command and when they dock on a planet and every gets some free time the reader goes out with an old friend and Bones can’t hide his jealously and Scotty and Jim call him out on it but also threaten him if he hurts her??” - Anon

Word Count: 2,379

Author’s Note: Not really anything momentous to say about this one, it was fun to write :) Enjoy my dears!

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she is as beautiful as deadly lightning,
striking you with an electric flash and a seething
bolt that could glow in all of your broken pieces.

 
she is roaring thunder ,intense and wrathful,
tearing through your mind and turning it into a
chaotic mess of shredded thoughts.

 
she is rain water grown waist-deep drowning
out the flame in countless souls during the
cloudiest hours.

 
she is a deafening tornado that could feud with
all of your calm senses and clap in your ears
with loud thuds,
splintering your fractured back
and spiking your adrenaline to new heights.

 
she could blind you with her shine while healing
your bleeding wounds and leaving faultless
scars.

 
the dark blue skies in her eyes could break every
ocean and bring on gusty sighs of wind and fierce
tears of anger.

 
she is an alluring masterpiece that bandages
bruised hearts.

 
she is a splendid storm that numbs senses
and mystifies minds with white-hot light.

 
and if she dared speak,
she would murmur,
“i apologize for i am not able
to love you except violently.”
—  m . e