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ANGST PLEASE
(Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are sobbing, holding a gun to their chest.
Tate's hands were shaking like hell. His whole body was racked with tremors, head to foot. His eyes were dark and puffy, having been crying for hours, stumbling around the idea of the gun that was now in his hand. When he heard the door open, he flinched but didn't look up.
"Don't-- go away."
"black bird"
SEND ME “BLACK BIRD” FOR A DARKER MEMORY OF MY MUSE’S PAST.
"Don't call it it."
And that was it, she was gone. She came back while he was in a lecture the next day to get her things, and the only times he saw her was around campus by chance.
He tried everything, texting, calling, even going so far as to call her parents to make sure she was okay. They had some things to tell him, that's for sure.
God, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't be a father. He felt terrible leaving it-- the kid, not it, the kid-- without a father, that was an awful thing to do, but he was a child. How was a child supposed to raise a child?
You are a despicable excuse for a human being, leaving her and your son alone like that.
A son. He knew it would be a boy. How would Nat know how to raise a boy? She didn't have any brothers or anything.
In that moment, that was the first time in his life he knew what anguish was.
was that my out loud voice? || shadowedxlove
"You ever think about how cool zombies are?" Tate asked, not looking up from his graphic novel. "They just kill everything, but they kind of do it for a good reason. Like-- we're their food. It's kind of awesome. Like-- tables turned kind of thing, because we eat animals." He finally did look up. "Sorry, was I talking out loud?"
(fluff prompt: Tate and Sage)
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Tate had taken up the whole couch, leaving no space for Sage. She was walking by, he assumed she was looking for a place to sit. He feigned sleep so that she wouldn't tell him to move. As she turned around, he grabbed her and pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her. "I win."
Put "Claimed" In my ask box and I'll generate a number below. NSFW Version
Will do whatever you say for one day.
"Lucky you," Tate said, the familiar smirk taking over his features as he leaned back nonchalantly, hands in his pockets.
