#I need it to be gut wrenching pls feed my soul

[stinkypeanutbutter]

Womp womp I love u and your silly angst summaries ( do I call them that idk ) especially on Aiden cause he’s such a silly Billy and so chaotic idk why I like him so much but I know for sure that I need to see him being absolutely vulnerable to his friends for once just bawling , lots of hugs he wished he received before , a moment where he doesn’t have to force a stinky smile , his roots growing out and he doesn’t like it but they are just there and there they will be this is purging my thoughts I need to write fanfiction someone stop me NYWO !!!!!!

[isramenfunny]

drabble: Bleed the salt of your soul

( it’s a bit long for a drabble and too short for a one shot xD also i might do a part 2 so let me know what you think pls)

{Pairing}  Bf!Namjoon x Reader ; neighbor!Taehyung x Reader

{Genre} angst  

{Warnings} lots of crying/emotional breakdown; cheating and infidelity 

The sky is weeping again. Relentless droplets of rain poured down in torrents. They spared no one in their way, fighting to reach the pavement like it's a race. You sighed and quickly put your bag over your head, running to your close by apartment. This storm will pass, the soil will absorb the water and by the time the sun shined tomorrow everything will go back to usual, but you won’t. The murky clouds will eventually dissipate yet the dense murk of this cursed evening certainly will not do the same.

The picture of Namjoon frowning face carved in your memory will haunt you and the cruel words leaving his lips replay over & over echoing in the curve of your eardrums. A great tremor overtook you and the tightening of your throat, now unignorable, makes you short of breath. Your weak-kneed steps hasten and you struggle to silent the sob that is threatening to tear through your chest. You need to get home immediately before you bleed the salt of your soul from your eyes in front of a large crowd. Once a single drop rolls down your cheek, you won't be able to hold back the river.

The dagger he left in your heart aches and the red fire residing in your core feeds off of your deep rage & sheer rancor. The betrayal of the night is almost unimaginable, unfathomable. But above all, your wounded pride is the emotion that emerges to the surface eclipsing the anger, the shock, the sadness and the despair.

The humiliation of witnessing your boyfriend fucking some girl over the counter of a bathroom in a party that you attended together is simply unbearable. And her laugh, the look she gave you, the way he cursed under his breath and pulled his pants up, the way he nonchalantly shrugged. “Now you know” keeps ringing in your ears. “Fuck” she mutters as she looks at him then back at you. She leaves in haste, pulling down her tiny black dress and wiping her lipstick with her wrist. “Come on Y/N you didn’t actually think me the loyal good guy type” your attention reverts back to him. Namjoon takes a step towards you, red marks on his neck and he reeks of alcohol. ”You liked me because I am the bad boy”, he takes a strand of your hair and you can smell her perfume, “Isn’t that right? Huh? ”.

Time stood still as you froze there light-headed and disoriented. You can barely make out what he is saying. Your color drained & your limbs fell numb. This can’t be happening. How could you be so blind?  The noises of the party crescendo back up slowly and you snap back to reality. His face now centimeters away from yours, you take a step back. The words leave your lips before you’re capable of restraining yourself “Was it all a lie?”. He frowns a little “Oh babygirl”, takes another step to close the distance between you once again, “You were so so sweet”.

And that’s it. That’s enough to send you over the edge, emotion washing over you. You take off, steering clear of the people in the small hallway, breathing quickening with each step, heart pounding so loud you swear you can hear it. Everything is so hazy and the music is deafening. You need to get the fuck out of this party.

And here you are standing in front of your apartment door. You didn’t even notice you’ve arrived and already climbed the stairs unconsciously out of habit, lost in your thoughts. You dig in your bag for the key.  And… perfect! It’s not there.

“Maybe it’s in the outside pocket.” Nope.

You look and look again but to no avail.

“Where the fuck is it?” Your shoulders start to tremble.

“I swear I put it in here.” Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

“I… I put it …I …it was there...” It’s too much. Everything just hurts. You can physically feel it. It’s coming. And just like a dam bursting, you could not hold the heartbreak any longer as your small frame falls to the floor of your doorstep in a disheveled heap, lips quivering, vision blurry, tears continuously streaming endlessly down your cheeks, sniffles and sobs getting louder and louder, suppressed hiccups arise, your shaking hands covering your face. You whimper and sob like you’ve never done before. You can’t help the gut-wrenching sound of pure pain that escapes you. The door of your neighbor Taehyung behind you suddenly opens.

Taehyung’s eyes widen as soon as they fall on the figure of his usually happy cordial neighbor, Knees to the floor, bawling her eyes out. “Y/N! Oh my god! Are you okay??”, he runs to you almost tripping over himself. He squads over to your side in a flash and holds your shoulders with his hands.  

“What the hell happened?”

[retroandreal]

Runaway (Sevastian x MC)

I HAPPY HUFFLEPUFF PRIDE!!! If I couldn’t get anymore Hufflepuff than I am now, IDK what else to do. @official-alex-cyprin​, help me pls… Anyway, I spent the last few days creating this fic (only 1000ish words wahh) but I ended up hitting a number of writer’s blocks for a few reasons; 

1. I love the song that inspired this and didnt want to put out something subpar 2. I suck at suspense and angst…

and 3. Why am I even a writer?

Author’s Note: This song was inspired by the song ‘Runaway’ by Eric Nam, not that I’ve already wrote fics about his songs like a million times already but I really do love his songs so much and seeing him live last year really made me love him more as an artist and a kind soul. Eric has 2 versions of this song; One in Korean and one in English (we stan a bilingual king), I based this off of the Korean lyrics.

This is basically another alternate from when our queen MC and Sevastian were so rudely interrupted during potential smexy time

“By ruling of the royal guard from the Council, Sevastian is under arrest through his crimes as the Silver Dagger”

I freeze.

No. This isn’t happening! All the work that Sevastian has done to uncover Lord Ubel’s plan… Yet, we’ve still been fooled by his treachery.

“MC… my queen” He grabs my hands in a desperate plea.

“Listen to them. Just go with them for now. I promise I will come back for you” By now, the dam of emotions has finally broken; I’m tired, no, exhausted. I haven’t been able to catch a break in this damned kingdom. All I wanted was one night. One. Single. Night. Without the need to worry about anyone except for Sevastian and I… but it seems like others have a different plan for our futures.

“Sevastian please… I can’t do this without you…”

“And for accusation of treason against the lost heir and attempted assassination you will be further exiled from Altadellys after you serve your sentence. Now, let the Queen go and come peacefully!”

Forcefully torn apart by the tips of our fingers, the royal guards lead Sevastian away, to the dungeons no doubt, in his embarrassing state of undress. I turn to one of the guards.

“Humiliation of the Winter Prince? Shouldn’t that be below the royal guards of Altadellys?” Emphasizing on the word ‘royal’ definitely hit a soft spot with the guard as she visibly flinches at my remark.

“Apologies, my queen. I must take you to your quarters. You are now under constant surveillance and will always be accompanied by the royal guard to ensure your life remains unthreatened”

I huff in disagreement and storm out of Sevastian’s room, leaving the guard to quickly catch up but still trailing behind me as I power-walk back to my room in the Spring Quarters.

The air feels cold, even in my room as I struggle to gain even a wink of sleep in my very empty bed.

My heart still races, and I toss and turn all night

Sevastian. I hope he’s holding up. I know he possesses the will to withstand whatever the council has sentenced him to. My mind drifts back to when Sevastian was an axe-head away from being publicly executed, like he hasn’t been humiliated and under constant scrutiny from the Winter Quarter and his so-called ‘father’. If only I could cuss him from my room to the depths of the cell he was thrown into after Sevastian and I exposed his own acts of treason against my crown, to play me, manipulate me to become a pawn for him to play with. I would never give in. Not when I realised the excuse of a father and uncle he has been to Lyris and his own son. Oh! And don’t even get me started on Hortensia… It’s no use. I cannot waste my time cursing out those who have done Sevastian and I wrong. I focus on him instead and his steady heart against my cheek. His touch that ignited the strongest of fires within me. He is my will to take the throne that is rightfully mine.

Really can’t sleep tonight, cause you’re on my mind and you won’t leave my mind

I should’ve gotten on Galen’s boat, and taken him with me. He told me himself he would’ve hopped on that boat with me if I asked. Because he loved me, I knew he did. He still loves me now. How long can our love continue to be tested before one of us breaks. I just want to Runaway, with Sevastian.

~~~~~

Four nights of house arrest; no sign of Sevastian. Are they feeding him? Is he even still alive? My dreams are lucid yet feel so unbelievable. That my one savior has been ripped from my grasp in a mere night. The nights pass on without a trace of Winter near me, my Winter Prince.

Nights without you leave me so lonely, and I don’t know what to do

The temperature around me is warm. Too warm. I slowly stir from my sleep, coming to a realisation that there is a looming figure hovering over my body. Hands coming closer to my face, I panic and get ready to let out a gut-wrenching scream. It was just like that night I nearly died from being drowned; silent but effective.

“Shh, shh… my love…”

The hands shift to the tangled locks of my hair that halo around my head, slowly but carefully combing out the webs that formed on my sweaty forehead. Unmistakably, Sevastian’s stormy grey eyes cut through the darkness of the room barely luminated by the sapphire moonlight’s streaks coming through the mosaic of my windows.

On a dark night, lit only by moonlight, no one’s disturbing our time together

“It is I, MC. Do not be alarmed”

A pained sob racks through me and escapes my trembling mouth. He’s here, safe.

“Oh… Sevastian!” I tightly wrap my arms around his neck, followed by my bare legs wrapping around his toned torso. The feeling of the skin-to-fabric contact barely enough to feel the familiar warmth of Sevastian pressed up against me.

“I know, my love. I’m sorry I took so long, but it is still too dangerous to roam Altadellys for me”

“Then… how did you ge-“I look towards the open trap-door on the floor. Sevastian showed me the underground network of tunnels that run underneath the castle not long ago. Only a sacred few know of these tunnels, and Sevastian trusted me with the secrecy of its presence too. I wish this night could last forever, but the royal guards are stationed not even a few paces away behind the door.

I really wish this night would last forever. Just to stay like this a little longer

“Oh… of course…”

He leans in to nuzzle my nose with his. An intimate act yet feels deathly illegal in the situation we are in at the moment. The tips of his hair ombre into the Silver Dagger’s snowy whites.

“We can run” He intertwines his fingers with mine and kisses my knuckles.

“Now, if you would still have me. My Queen.”

“Yes! Sevastian, yes! Let’s run”

We don’t waste any time gathering up the small number of belongings that I own, except for the small compact mirror crafted by Gideon. This will definitely come in handy in the near future when I continue my rise onto my rightful place at the throne. But for now, time is of the essence. Sevastian plunges himself into the darkness of the trap-door’s shaft. Holding his hand out to me, I grab it and lower myself in next to him. I’m going to Runaway, with Sevastian.

So let’s Runaway, Runaway. Where everyone else is asleep, to wherever your heart wants to be