#this but with angst 🤌🏻

[peachymaryobrien]

You're the love of my life

You're the loss of my life

[realbatberntruther]

Today I read a fanfic in which Bernard and Tim get married and Kon attends the wedding even if he still loves Tim but wants him to be happy and I just thought this song is very fitting in this situation

It's a Mexican song, the lyrics above say: "Today I saw the love of my life, so happy as ever, kissing the love of his life, yeah", "Looking at him the same way he used to see me, I understand I have lost this war". The translation may not be very accurate but I did my best, I am tempted to write a song fic about this

[porschekittisawasds]

james: my whole life, all anyone’s ever wanted was to possess me. the only one who ever set me free was you

will:

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Batfamily Members & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Leslie Thompkins, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas Additional Tags: Amnesia, Serious Injuries, Concussions, Post-Concussion Syndrome, Broken Bones, Brain Damage, Brain Fog, Unreliable Narrator, Jason Todd-centric, Resurrected Jason Todd, Headaches & Migraines, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Mental Health Issues, Angst, Terminal Illnesses, implied eventual main character death Summary:

Shocking! Magic Death Pit's Rejuvenating Effects Don't Last! Local zombie boy’s body and life fall apart, onlookers concerned, read more within.

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The Lazarus pit wasn’t a lasting solution. It takes much longer for Jason to realize or even admit this than it should. If you ignore your health issues long enough, they should go away, right?

[kindahoping4forever]

Any recommendations on some good 5sos fics/one shots? I’ve been struggling to find new works that are good.

I don't have much to point you to in the land of x reader fic (the writers I'm familiar with seem to largely be on hiatus) but if you're interested in consistently active and consistently brilliant slash authors, in my mind you can never go wrong with the works of @burstingsunrise (galacticsugar on ao3) or @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue on ao3) 💙

[nymime]

In really board after finish a language test, and i just dissociate thinking and imagine Steve being part of Teyvat (Genshin Impact World) but to a hard battle against the Fatui (maybe Dottore) and a miscalculation move against them and Dottore’s experiment, Steve ends in other universe, other world, our world, falling into the pool of the Harrington in Hawkins, Indiana. Blah blah, The Harrington decided to “adopt him”, make him learn english (I explain later.) and other things of America.

Steve was maybe 11 or 12, and he was part of the shuumatsuban (ninja organization in the game, part of The Kamisato Clan, and work for this and the Yashiro Commission.), he was under other name, maybe something ironic like Shin, which meen “Honest, Genuine”. (And he lies about him, who is him). He only knows the language of Teyvat, which is really similar to latin, but the characters letters are reflected backwards. So he basically speaks a language that only The Vaticano use.

The shuumatsuban are kid orphan ninjas who fights for secrets mision gaves to them, normally, the missions makes them “take care of” (kill, defeat) Fatui and spies against the Shogunate. So, Steve knows to fight, but fight to Kill. (For billy occasions on Byers house, he hold his punch and strength, he didn’t want to kill again.)

Maybe in the future he will tell the kids about him. Or maybe someone tell them.

I just would like see Steve going feral fighting against russian/bad people/fatui to protect the party.

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Any other thinks about the Shuumatsuban go here.

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That’s it, im really obsessed about Steve and i just introduce him different universe i like.

[royalbluefairydust]

anthony "i'd die for you" lockwood vs lucy "i'll leave you so i don't put you in danger" carlyle

[f1-stuff]

Why is that every time we get something good we have to get something bad following it as well ??

This is the way 🫤 keeps the universe balanced or some shit… But try not to feel too down! Something bad just means that something else good is around the corner, right? 😅

[rubistella]

Presses a small kiss against his shoulder. :B

@infernaliscor came to check on her vampire because the mun is too distracted with ffxiv || unprompted

There was a flame Karlach nurtured within her body unlike any other living being Astarion had rubbed shoulders with. He needn't look back to realise who had approached. Something about the thermal current of hot on cold, fire on ice, gave it all away. But not before the warm, earthy scent of her sweat reached his nostrils.

A soothing presence when his tongue was still numbed by the drow's vile blood.

"First the Orthon, now this." Embittered and hurt, it was as though the vampire's head was made of lead with how heavily it hung, keeping his gaze on the ground. Crimson eyes a mile away, maybe two, so disconnected that the heat of Karlach's lips on his skin was barely even registered. "I'm starting to feel like I'm nothing more than a means to an end to him."

[kawaikith]

☾ my views on crash course in romance.

Just started watching this drama, and hmm! Looks interesting, our male lead has quite an ego, and needs to humble himself a bit 🤌🏻 just a little. But, his house is one hell of a dream place for everyone, isn’t it?

I thought our female lead is a single mother, turns out she is a step mother, runs a banchan restaurant, and takes care of the girl - who’s name i forgot, because i’m still on episode one.

“say it three more times” is my favourite dialogue of chiyeol, he’s so 🤌🏻😂💀 respectively.

The way he gobbles her lunchbox, because it’s so good, he doesn’t have nausea or anything.

I really love how haee looks at haengseon and says “can I just call you mom? ” that scene will always be my favourite. What am honour. I thought immediately.

The mother daughter relationship is not perfect, but both are trying their best in their lives for each other. That’s what matters.

Chiyeol’s best moments : when he’s so straight forward, his assistant has to apologize and explain, confirm something and say it three times so chiyeol has his peace of mind, him wearing sunglasses & hat to get his lunchbox from haengseon’s shop, him teaching ... 🤌🏻 Top tier, him catching that stalker girl, and not letting her get away the first time she trespasses in his house.

No, please look at them, not both of them apologizing to each other, because they think the other will not be so forgiving, lol.

Not him being afraid of her, because she was a former athlete.

Not donghui saying that they should fight 2:1 😂💀

Not her treasuring her windows for life. I mean I would to, if I spent more money on little things.

Lol, he thought he could outrun her, just because he has a car, she won in the end. Bruh 😂

Not her having a crush on the guy who saved haee from falling off the stairs, helping her with her nosebleed, while also the being the guy who never attends school like everyone else does.

P. S : girl, I have a crush on seo geonho too, i’m with you, yeah yeah he’s irresistible, isn’t he?

Love how honest & upright he is about how he feels. His director threatening him, and this is his response, finished talking = leave faster than a snake. I love him as a person, he’s not a bad person. He’s still growing on me though.

+ more posts about this drama are linked in the masterlist page one. Thankyou. If you’ve come this far reading everything, congratulations, you have a patience of a saint. I’ll link the other posts down below too, in case some of you’ll are lazy just like me.

Posts : two // three // four // five // six // seven //

These posts will be updated as I watch this drama, thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[bighitfics]

jungkook fics i can read all night all day seven days a week.

(a recommendation you didn’t know you needed) ₊⊹ ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

Vows Of Betrayal ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— contract marriage au, enemies to lovers, romance, smut, angst.

(I will never not scream about this! this is my current favourite read! the enemies to lovers really hits in this one! AND THE SMUT SCENES ARE SO GOOD THEY MADE ME PREGNANT SO I RECOMMEND!) 😩💳

Inevitable ౨ৎ by @ahundredtimesover

— exes to lovers, second chance, parents au, angst.

(this happens to be the cutest story I’ve ever read, the longing and angst is so good!) 🥺🫶🏼

Dextrocardia ౨ৎ by @jeonstudios

— enemies to lovers, fake marriage, cop au, angst.

(this story should be arrested for being so damn good! i love how intense the enemies phase is before they start softening towards each other, the way the author managed to portray the patriarchal issues through this story is incredible, i never thought i’d say this but im an anti of jungkook in this story 😤😡 he better apologise with crocodile tears otherwise he can say goodbye to y/n.

You’re Still Mine ౨ৎ by @wattpadauthour

— workaholic husband jungkook, marriage in trouble trope, second chance.

(THIS STORY IS GONNA BE MY FOREVER FAVOURITE FOR A LONG LONG TIME! NO MATTER HOW MANY STORIES I READ I WILL ALWAYS GO BACK TO RE-READ! LIKE READ IT RIGHTAWAY IF YOU HAVENT! 😤)

Four-Seven-Eight ౨ৎ by @jiminrings

— marriage in crisis, angst, more angst, fluff.

(the heartache you’re gonna feel while reading this is no joke, i really felt sad for the y/n here (and cried a river) AND I LOVE IT WHEN BOOKS MAKE ME CRY LIKE THE WORLD IS ENDING TOMMOROW 😻💋 you know its gonna be worth it)

Time After Time ౨ৎ by @hiseyestell

— doctor au, she fell first but he fell harder (but much later), fluff.

(by far the most realistic fanfic I’ve read, jungkook is so cold that you wanna smack him in his stupid head, the female oc is so smitten with him its adorable but sad at the same time) ☹️

His Clumsy Secretary ౨ৎ by @hwangguemfictions

— grumpy x sunshine, he fell first and harder, office romance, major angst.

(this fanfic is criminally good! especially the bgm, the dialogues, the way he’s just so endeared with her, this is a big smash!) 🤰🏻🫦

The Deepest Marks Of Essence ౨ৎ by @lleldey

— tribe leader jungkook, yandere au, smut, angst.

(my favourite writer for a reason! 🫴🏼 i can never stop obsessing over yer unique storylines and writing, she’s my new favourite tbh and this story will convince you as well) 🤭💕

Marrying The Vicount ౨ৎ by @taevjim

— rich man x poor girl, regency era au, smut, filthy fluff.

(my two worlds colliding fr! this author wrote it so beautifully 😍🤌🏻 jungkook as a vicount tho (im already crying between my legs) this is like a fever dream come true, this is so effing good that i think no words are fair enough, maybe you should take a look yourself! (i swear this is worth the read!!!!)

[taexual]

The second last aragraph of the line :/ I hope to see jungkook and his shit friends to crumble bad.

can't wait for their demise!!!!! 😤 even though it might be a while actually i'm sorry

[elshe]

I’m going to hop on the “what if Hiccstrid had Zephyr during rtte” bandwagon, and shamelessly contribute to what has caused my devastating brainrot these past few weeks, cause it’s just. so. good.

Can you imagine all the reactions and conflicts?!??

Not to mention the SCANDAL jk😩

my bebe boy Snotlout takes any opportunity to tease Hiccup about it, because, really, it is sooo funny.

might write a whole fic on it fr fr

That Hiccup angst is just— mmm… *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻

[emmylksblog]

ANNOYING HAPPINESS // H.FORT

summary: you have a fight with your bf hector and his motives turned out to be deeper than you thought. based on this request

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: none

a/n: the urge i have to comfort a man like that 😔🤌🏻 (you’ll understand me when you read it 😃)

Hector sat slumped on a bench in the locker room. The team had just won a hard game, and they’d been celebrating in high spirits. All of them except Hector. He’d been unusually quiet throughout the whole thing, barely even cracking a smile after the final whistle blew.

As his teammates made their way out of the room, chatting and laughing, he remained behind. It was only when you approached him that he finally spoke.

”Why do you have to always be so damn cheerful?”

Your heart sank at his sharp tone. You’d been celebrating with the rest of the team, excited about the team’s victory. But Hector’s words made it clear that he didn’t share your enthusiasm.

”What do you mean?” you asked carefully.

Hector gave a scoff, his irritation obvious. “You know what I mean. The whole jumping around and clapping and acting like every little thing is a big goddamn deal.”

He was staring straight ahead, refusing to look at you directly. His jaw was clenched, the muscles tight. Clearly, something was bothering him deeply.

You were taken aback by his tone. Sure, Hector had always been more reserved than the other players, and prone to moments of sullen silence, but he’d never lashed out like this. Even after a bad loss, he’d usually just remain quiet and unemotional.

”Why does it bother you so much?” you asked hesitantly.

Hector finally turned to look at you. His eyes were cold and hard, but there was also a vulnerability there that you seltenly saw.

”Because it’s all bullshit,” he snapped. “It’s not real. We win a game and you act like it’s the greatest thing in the world. But what about when we lose? Then it’s just on to the next one. It’s all just a big joke, and you’re the only one who doesn’t get it.”

You were caught off guard by his bitter words. You wanted to reassure him, to tell him that it wasn’t all a joke, but something in his tone stop you. He was dead serious.

”Hector, that’s not true...” you began, but he interrupted you with a derisive snort.

“Oh yeah?” Hector shot back. “Then why does the media love you so much, huh? Always talking about how great you are. How you’re the best fan this team could ask for. It’s just a goddamn performance for them, and you’re their favorite clown.”

His words stung. You’d never thought of your love for the team as just a performance before. But Hector’s dismissive tone was starting to get to you.

”So I should just be unhappy all the time, is that it?” you asked, your voice growing sharper. “Just mope silently when the team loses, like you do?”

Hector winced at your words, but then his scowl returned. “At least I’m not fake,” he snarled. “I don’t pretend everything’s sunshine and rainbows just because it makes me look good on camera.”

You felt a flash of anger that he would accuse you of being fake. “Just because I’m not a miserable grouch like you doesn’t make me a fake! I love this team, and I celebrate their successes.”

Hector let out a low growl, his patience wearing thin. “You think it’s easy being this way?” he asked, his voice harsh. “You think I like bottling everything up like some kind of robot? I wish I could be like you, going around all happy all the time. But I can’t. I’ve seen too much to act like nothing bad will ever happen.”

You were just starting to respond when Fermin suddenly appeared in the doorway. Hector seized the opportunity and brushed past the other man without a backward glance.

Fermin must have sensed the tension in the air, because he gave you a quizzical look. “What was that all about?” he asked.

You shook your head, still rattled by Hector’s words. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, not meeting Fermin’s gaze.

You hurried after Hector, your heart still pounding with frustration and bewilderment. The parking lot was mostly empty now, his teammates already having left.

You found Hector at his car, his jaw still clenched in irritation. He didn’t look up as you approached, just stood there silently, waiting.

You stood next to him, not quite sure what to say. Hector’s outburst had left you feeling both stung and puzzled. He was normally so reserved; what had set him off like this?

After a few tense seconds, he finally spoke, his voice low and quiet. “You gonna stand there all night?”

You sighed, realizing that he wasn’t about to address the argument. “No,” you replied, your tone matching his. “Are you going to keep being a jerk?”

Hector let out a humorless laugh. “No promises.”

He opened the car door and got in, leaving you standing there on the empty asphalt. This conversation wasn’t over.

The drive back to your shared home was tense and filled with awkward silence. Hector didn’t speak a word, just kept his eyes fixed on the road. You could practically feel the anger and frustration rolling off him in waves.

As you both walked up the steps to the front door, you knew the argument was far from over.

Hector stalked into the house without a word, leaving you to follow him inside. The moment you were both in the door, you decided it was time to address the issue.

”We should talk,” you said, trying to keep your voice level. “About what happened tonight.”

Hector flung his keys on the counter and turned to face you. His expression was still stormy, but he didn’t say anything. He just waited, his arms folded across his broad chest.

You took a deep breath, summoning up your courage. “You really hurt me tonight, you know,” you began, your voice firm. “With those things you said . . . accusing me of faking my emotions just to look good for the media. Do you really think that’s true?”

Hector scowled and looked away. He was silent for a few moments, as if struggling to find the right words. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and rough.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he muttered. “Not exactly. It’s just . . . it makes me mad watching you act like everything’s always so damn happy when it’s not. Like you’re not ever bothered when we lose or things go bad.”

He looked back at you, his eyes conflicted. “You don’t know what it’s like for me, to always have to be the serious one. To see how easily you smile and get along with everyone, while I just stand there and watch...” His words trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

Your heart softened slightly at his confession. Hector’s words made you realize that he was just as vulnerable as you, just in a different way.

After a moment’s hesitation, you took a step closer to him. “You don’t have to be that way,” you said gently. “You don’t have to always be the serious one, the one holding it all together. You can let your guard down around me, at least.”

Hector looked away again, the muscles in his jaw working. Clearly, trusting others didn’t come naturally to him. But your words had struck a chord – he didn’t pull away when you moved closer.

“It’s okay to be vulnerable,” you said quietly, taking another small step forward. You hesitatingly reached out, touching his arm – a silent offer of comfort. “You can be different with me. I’m not going to judge you.”

Hector met your gaze, a mixture of vulnerability and defensiveness in his eyes. He didn’t pull away from your touch, but he didn’t lean into it either. He just stood there, caught between the need to keep his walls up and the desire to let someone in. Your boyfriend felt like he had to bear the weight of the world alone.

“You don’t always have to play the tough guy,” you said, your voice gentle. “You don’t have to push me away.”

Hector flinched at your words, as if they had hit a nerve. But he still didn’t move away. He just stood there, his expression conflicted, his body rigid with tension.

You could sense that he was waging an internal battle against his own instincts. Hector had never been good at allowing others to get close. He was used to dealing with his emotions privately, alone and unassisted. Your relationship was testing those boundaries in ways he’d never had to face before.

Hector tensed as you reached up to touch his face, his body going instantly still. Your fingers traced the line of his chin, gently turning his head so that he was forced to meet your gaze.

He held it for a moment, his hard exterior crumbling slightly as he looked at you. He was searching your eyes, unsure whether to pull away or give in.

His shoulders sagged, the tension in his body finally releasing. Hector’s eyes were still on yours, but his tough facade was gone. Now he just looked... lost.

He didn’t resist as you gently pulled him forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. Hector let out a deep sigh, burying his face in your shoulder.

Hector clung to you tightly, his frame shaking as he let out a choked sob. He gasped out several choked apologies, his voice rough and broken.

“I’m sorry... I didn’t mean it... I just—“ He cut himself off with a strangled gasp.

Your heart ached at the sight of him struggling to hold himself together. You had never seen him this defensless, this desperate before. This was raw, unfiltered emotion, the kind of thing he would never let the world see.

You held him tighter, one hand gently rubbing his back. “Shh. It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it cariño.”

Hector’s tremors subsided somewhat as you pressed a gentle kiss to his head. He clutched you tighter, as if afraid you would disappear if he let go.

He was clearly struggling to deal with his emotions after holding them in for so long. It was like a dam had burst inside him, and now all the feelings he so strictly controlled were pouring out, overwhelming him.

You could feel the tension in his body fading away, replaced instead by a desperate need for comfort. He was holding onto you tightly, seeking reassurance and comfort.

You continued to hold him, running your fingers through his hair and whispering soothing words into his ear. “I’ve got you,” you murmured. “I’m here. It’s okay. Let it out.”

Hector was shaking his head, still apologizing for his outburst. “I don’t deserve you... you’re too good to me.”

You took his face in your hands, gently forcing him to look at you. “No,” you said firmly. “You don’t get to talk like that. You deserve to be loved and comforted just as much as anyone else.”

Hector let out another choked sob at your words, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Your own eyes were watering, seeing the man you loved so overwhelmed.

You gently kissed away his tears, wiping away his sorrow with your lips. “I love you,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. “You do deserve this. You do deserve me.”

Hector looked wrecked, his eyes red-rimmed and his face damp from crying. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “Why do you put up with me?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sobbing. “I’m such a jerk sometimes.”

You smiled gently as you held him, continuing to soothe him with gentle touches. “Because I love you, you big idiot,” you replied, your voice soft. “The good parts and the bad parts. All of you.”

Hector held onto you tightly, his body still shaking but his sobs calming down. As you held each other, he finally let the words slip from his lips. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I do. I’m sorry for being such a jerk. I just . . . I don’t know how to handle all these damn feelings sometimes.”

You smiled at his confession, your heart swelling with love for this complicated man. “It’s okay,” you said softly, stroking his hair. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself anymore, alright? I’m here. We’ll figure it out together.”

Hector looked at you with a mixture of vulnerability and neediness. His defenses were gone, his walls completely shattered. He was open and unguarded, and something about the sight tugged at your heartstrings.

You gently cupped his face in your hands and leaned in, your lips meeting his with a tender touch. The kiss was soft and unhurried, filled with all the unspoken love and reassurance you wanted to give him.

Hector responded immediately, his lips moving gently against yours. A soft sigh escaped him as he deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to your hips, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of your touch.

You gently pulled away from the kiss, breaking the contact with a sigh. Hector looked dazed, his eyes still half-closed and his lips slightly parted. He followed your movement as you pulled back, as if unwilling to let you go.

You smiled at the sight of him, still unguardedly vulnerable as he stared up at you. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby,” you murmured, gently running a hand through his mussed hair. “You look like a mess.”

Hector managed to summon up a weak smile, his usual teasing attitude returning. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you make a man cry, babe.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, blame it on me,” you retorted, poking him playfully in the chest. “It’s definitely not because you’ve been bottling up your feelings for so long.”

Hector huffed in mock annoyance, but there was no real ire behind it – his defenses had been thoroughly broken down by your love and compassion.

As the two of you continued to tease each other, it was clear that some barriers had been lowered. Hector might never be a master at processing and expressing his own feelings, but at least he wasn’t shutting you out. For tonight, that was enough.

[hangmanscoming]

This is ELITE! 🛐😭🙌🏻I'm obsessed with this series 😍

Masterlist // For ever by your side // Aemond Targaryen x reader

Prolog - Alyssa Targaryen, Second of her name

Chapter 1 - In need of a dragon 

Chapter 2 - About bastards and whores

Chapter 3 - Words cut deeper than knifes

Chapter 4 - Parent’s concerns

Chapter 5 - New Friends, old Desires

Chapter 6 - The Matters of Driftmark

Chapter 7 - Reunion with old friends

Chapter 8 - A queen‘s punishment, a mother‘s love

Chapter 9 - Old habits

Chapter 10 - Loose tongues, empty promises

Chapter 11 - Announced engagements and heated tempers 

Chapter 12 - Apologies and open hearts

Chapter 13 - Dangerous Amends

[dogearedbindery]

finely drawn lines by @the-sinking-ship

i’ve finally gone down the rabbit hole of TSS. the pining, banter, and delicious angst in this fic 🤌🏻 absolutely speechless.

artwork is by cuckcoo. i love her character face studies and knew it’d be perfect for this fic.