#idk what triggered it either!! like the last two times I knew what it was. this is just 'ouch time! fuck you'

[golbrocklovely]

a witching hour // sam golbach

A/N: so i actually thought of this fic as a colby fic first, but i needed a fic idea for sam and figured this one worked well for him as well. idk if you've ever seen halloweentown two, but there is a party scene where kalabar turns everyone into what their costumes are, and that's kinda what this one is like. except with a bit of sexy twist lol hope you enjoy and happy 13 nights of halloween !!

prompt: something is incredible off at sam and colby's halloween party. everyone is acting like their costumes, and nothing makes sense. and then you run into sam… dressed as a vampire. || fem!reader x sam golbach

trigger warning: vampire!sam, cursing, drinking, party scene, mentions of blood and killers but you don't see any of that, blood drinking obviously, crush-confession, twist ending?, manipulation powers used on reader, possessive language used by sam, also he's a bit of a dick in this lol but only slightly

word count: 3381

I constantly run late to everything: meetings, work, important events, and on this night... parties.

It was Sam and Colby's annual Halloween bash. After yet another successful Hell Week, the boys were throwing an all-out banger with every influencer in sight. And I, like usual, ran late to the party.

I'm not sure if you can be late to a party like this, but my texts from Sam and Colby said otherwise.

My excuse this time? I couldn't figure out my costume. I couldn't decide between two costumes, so I ended up going as a witch. Basic, I know, but classic. I finally called an uber, after pregaming a little at my apartment, and headed over to their place. On the way over, a flash of green lightning lit up the sky for a brief moment, in the same direction as their house. I stared at the window, puzzled. There's no way only one flash of thunder would happen if it was going to rain. Especially being green. It must have been a light show or fireworks nearby.

I got dropped off at the front of their house, sending them a quick text that I was outside. As I got to their gate, where usually there would have been a line with a security guard, there was nothing. Maybe I wasn't late after all and instead was super early. Checking the flyer they sent out, that wasn't true. It was already after midnight, and the party started at ten.

I walked into their property, shutting the gate behind me. I expected to see tons of people out front, since that usually was the case; but there was no one. The music was still playing loudly in the house, so there must have been people inside. As I walked towards the front door, I passed by a pile of Barbie dolls.

Who would bring a bunch of Barbies with them?

I glanced at the dolls, bending down, and picking one up. She was very pretty, but her outfit was unlike other Barbie fits I had seen before. Something about it was very revealing for a kids' toy. Granted, the last time I played with Barbies was when I was 10 so maybe my memory wasn't proof enough.

I stared at the doll's face a bit longer. Something about it was so familiar. She looked like someone I knew in the eeriest way. Staring at it too long, I thought I saw it blink. I lightly dropped the doll on the ground, standing back up again.

Just when I was about to open the front door, a soft 'meow' echoed behind me. I turned around and saw two cats, one all black and then another one.... that was pink.

Who the hell would dye their cat pink?

I wanted to reach out and pet them, but they scattered from the noise in front of me. The front door had opened on its own. I stepped forward, walking into Sam and Colby's home.

The place was completely trashed.

Furniture was ripped up, the mirror was smashed in, tables flipped over, cups all over the ground. It looked like a stampede ran through the house. I walked over the broken glass, looking around for anyone. I could see out the back door that no one was there either. Or if they were, they were hiding.

"Sam? Colby? Guys?" I called out, trying to reach for a light.

"Don't do that!" Responded a soft voice from a closet nearby.

I turned around and saw a friend of mine, Sarah, dressed as Rapunzel. She waved me over, opening the door quickly. I jumped over the broken furniture and made it over to her.

"Sarah, what the hell happened?" I asked as she closed the door.

"I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else. My name is Rapunzel." She smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, very funny, Sarah. But tell me. What happened? Did someone break into the house?"

"I don't really remember everything that happened. Everyone was outside, having fun. It was like the lantern festival! And then, a witch appeared on top of the house and yelled out something. It must have been a spell of some sort. And everybody started running." Sarah gasped, recounting the tale.

"How is that possible? And lantern festival? Why are you taking this costume to heart? I don't think this is the time for that." I glared, annoyed.

"This isn't a costume. This is how I always dress." She argued quietly.

"Rapunzel!" Someone yelled from behind the door. "Let me in! It's Velma."

"What's the password?" Sarah questioned, raising up a frying pan in defense.

Where the fuck did you get a frying pan from?

"Scooby snacks." Replied the voice.

"Oh okay," Sarah opened the door politely. "It is you Velma! I just had to be sure."

"You can never be too safe out there." Alice, another friend of mine, responded. I glanced up and down at her costume: Velma. From Scooby Doo.

I huffed, "Okay, you both seriously need to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

They both gasped. Sarah covered her ears lightly, in unison they hushed, "Language!"

"You're kidding me, right?" I deadpanned.

"Who are you?" Alice questioned.

"This is.... uh," Sarah started, then turned to me, smiling. "You actually haven't said your name."

"I'm Y/N..... we've known each other for like five years?" I scowled.

"We have?" They replied.

I rubbed my temples, feeling like my brain was going pop out of my eyes from how annoyed and confused I was. "Alright, can either one of you explain what is happening right now? Quickly."

"I can't remember much, but I've been searching for some clues while I was running around the house. What I remember happening was a witch of some kind appeared on top of the roof-" Alice began.

"Said some form of spell, and everyone started running? Yeah, 'Rapunzel' told me that already." I quipped.

"It wasn't just any spell, it was spell turned everyone into their costumes... whatever that means." Alice stated, putting her hands on her hips.

My face dropped. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Oh! Green lightning flashed over the sky when she said the spell!" Sarah jumped, excitedly. "She must have been an evil witch."

"Witches aren't real. It most likely was a trick of light, kind of like what magicians use to hide their tricks." Alice mentioned.

"I saw the lightning on my way over here...." I shook my head, sighing. "There's no way this is real. You guys must be pranking me or something. Is this Sam and Colby's doing?"

"I don't know who a 'Sam' or 'Colby" is." Sarah replied innocently.

"The guys that invited you to this party??" I pulled out my phone, pulling up a picture that one of them had posted on their snapchats. "These guys!"

"The vampire one went upstairs, and the pirate one is outside fighting a prince in the backyard." Alice pointed out, pointing to Sam, and then Colby.

"Fighting? What do you mean by that?" I furrowed my brow.

"With swords." Alice said plainly.

"Oh no! Your hand is bleeding!" Sarah gaped, gazing at Alice's hand.

"I must have cut it looking around for clues." Alice commented.

"What clues are you even...." I grumbled, trailing off and glaring up at the ceiling.

Sarah wrapped her hair around Alice's hand, holding it lightly. She then began to sing. "Flower, gleam and glow..."

Her hair began to light up slowly, starting from her scalp and eventually ending at the ends of her braided hair.

I can only imagine how expense that wig was.

Sarah pulled her hair away from Alice's cut... and it was gone.

I blinked. "I'm sorry, am I super drunk right now, or did your hair just heal her cut?"

"Jinkies..." Alice whispered, staring at her hand and blushing.

I took a deep breath, needing to get out of this closet. "I'm gonna go find Sam."

"He's a vampire, right? My mom warned me about men with sharp teeth. Be careful." Sarah informed.

"Right..." I opened the closet door, turning back around for a moment. "Hey Alice? I mean, Velma?"

"Yes?" She asked.

I grabbed her glasses off her face, dropping them onto the floor.

Sarah, Rapunzel, whatever, frowned dramatically. "Well, that wasn't very nice.

"My glasses.... I can't see without my glasses." Alice, Velma, whatever waved her hands around, trying to find where I dropped them.

"You don't even wear glasses! Oh my God, you guys are the worst!" I groaned, stepping out the closet and shutting the door.

I rushed over to the stairs, needing to get upstairs as soon as possible. As I reached the top, I gazed down over the railing. I watched as someone dressed as Ghostface ran after.... Britney Spears.

Britney Spears was at this party? Like 'Baby One More Time' Britney? There's no way. Maybe they weren't joking about the witch turning everyone into- NO. This is all some weird joke, probably pulled by Sam and Colby because of how often I'm late.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this is NOT happening.

I opened the bedroom door to what used to be Colby's room. I wanted to see the entire backyard from a safe distance. The room was dark, the only light coming from outside by the drawn curtains. I raced over to the windows, looking around outside. The backyard was equally as trashed.

A man-wolf monster stood on top of the slide for the pool, letting out a deep, animalistic howl. By the basketball courts, Colby was sword fighting with a guy dressed in a prince costume. Other people, or characters, were hiding around, peaking out occasionally from their spots. And I swore for a moment I saw someone fly away on a broom stick.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, my eyes widening at the scene.

"It's dangerous out there." A familiar voice rang out.

I jumped, a squeak leaving my lips as I turned around. In the shadows of the room was Sam, gazing at me mischievously.

"Oh my God, Sam. You scared the shit out of me." I clutched my chest, taking a deep breath. "What the fuck is going on?"

"A witch did this to us." Sam replied casually.

"That's what Alice and Sarah said. That a witch turned everyone into their costumes. Wait, how do you remember?" I inquired.

He shrugged, stepping towards me. "I'm just a generic vampire. So I guess I remember everything, and I'm still me."

"And since Colby dressed up as a pirate, he thinks he's a swash-buckler?" I joked half-heartedly.

"I guess so." Sam chuckled.

I questioned, "How long will this last?"

"An hour. So, in ten minutes it will be over." He confirmed, crossing his arms tightly.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, "Oh, well that's good. Since I think I saw Ghostface trying to kill Britney Spears."

"That would be such a waste of blood..." Sam's voice deepened.

I leaned away from his voice, "That was kinda freaky of you to say."

He smirked. "I can't help it. I'm a vampire."

"For ten more minutes. Maybe stay over there until this is all over." I hissed, uncomfortable.

"Why?" He leaned towards me, still far away, "You think I'm gonna bite you?"

"Probably." I teased.

Sam shook his head. "I would only do that if you asked me to."

“Well that's not gonna happen. So, let's stop talking about it.” I sassed.

"I think I can sit next to you though." His body appeared next to mine, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I jumped up, turning to him. "Jesus! You have fucking speed abilities?"

He hummed, "I guess so. You know what other powers I have?"

"No, what?" I jeered slightly.

"I can make people do what I say." He grinned wickedly, his fangs shining in the light.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "How do you even know that?"

"I told all the people hiding in this room to leave and go somewhere else. Some of them are outside in the backyard." He answered.

"Well, that was a little rude of you to do." I narrowed my eyes.

He scoffed. "This is my house. I'm allowed to kick people out of it."

"I guess you can. But maybe be a bit more conside-" I started.

He cut me off, his tone changed. "How would you feel if I drank your blood?"

"What?" I turned and looked at him.

His eyes caught mine, and suddenly I was entranced. "How would you feel if I drank your blood? Be honest."

The truth came out of me easily, I couldn't stop it from slipping from my lips. "I wouldn't mind it."

"And why is that?" He continued, standing up.

"Because I've had a crush on you for a while. Plus, vampires are really hot. And you as a vampire is, like, extra hot." I admitted in a daze.

"Wow...." Sam beamed, pulling his gaze away. "Now that's insane."

The moment I could think for myself, I spun around covering my face. "Oh my God, Sam! Why would you make me say that?!"

"I didn't make you say anything! I just made you tell the truth." He explained defensively, almost jokingly.

I whined, "Still! You didn't have to make me do that."

"So... do you want me to bite you?" He asked again.

I turned back to him, pissed. "No, I don't."

"Really?" His eyes somehow caught mine again, and I was lost. "Be honest."

"I would totally be into it," I squeezed my eyes shut as Sam looked away smugly. "Oh my God, you suck."

"Only if you want me to...." He teased.

"That's not..." When I opened my eyes again, his were already boring into mine. I felt lightheaded, and immediately could barely think. "Fun...ny."

"Get closer to me." He ordered.

My body moved without my permission, stepping up to Sam. I could feel his warmth radiate against my skin from how close we were together.

"Do you actually have a crush on me?" He queried.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I think so."

"You think so?" His hands trailed up and down my arms, soothingly. "Would it be a bit stronger if I bit you?"

"It would." I revealed, unable to lie.

"Okay then. Good to know," he snickered. "Tilt your head and show me your neck."

I followed Sam's command, tilting my head to the side and allowing him more access to my neck. Sam's hold around me tightened, his mouth lowering down until he was almost against my neck.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Y/N. I would never hurt you," his voice was just above a whisper. Sultry and seductive. "Also.... I like you too."

I exhaled, "Wha-?"

Suddenly his fangs sunk deep into my neck. A soft wince escaped my throat, my body tensing up. I gripped onto his arms, my nails almost digging in. It was a bit painful but exhilarating at the same time. I felt high, each breath feeling like a rush of dopamine.

Sam moaned against my neck, removing his mouth for a second. His tongue lapped at my skin, getting all of the extra blood that fell from his mouth. "Fuck, you taste heavenly."

"Sam, I think you shou-" I mumbled, my voice raspy.

He plunged his teeth back in, a harsh gasp falling from my lips. I thought of pushing him away, but instead my hands pulled him in more. My vision began to blur, and my legs could barely stay up on their own. I felt my legs give out, but Sam held me up, his torso crushing into mine.

"Don't worry, Y/N, I got you. I'll never let you go. You're mine, forever." He growled.

"S-Sam." I choked.

My eyes began to flutter, my breathing slowing down to an almost halt. And still, he continued to drink and drink. I felt like I was floating and falling all at the same time. And I didn't even care. It felt so good to be in his arms, to have him consume me.

I could hear a soft whisper in the distance. It sounded familiar but was muffled. It grew louder and louder by second, saying the same thing over and over again. Finally, as it sounded closer, I could make out what it was saying: my name.

And then like a freight train, someone screamed it. "Y/N!"

My eyes popped open, focusing immediately on Sam's face. He was looking down at me concerned, almost in a panic.

"Y/N, oh thank God. I thought we were gonna have to call 911 or something." Sam sat back on his knees, his chest heaving.

I glanced around as my eyes adjusted to the light. I was in Colby's room, but from an angle I wasn't used to. I tried to sit up, suddenly realizing I was on the floor. Sam propped up an arm around me sitting me up and leaning me against the couch.

"Wha... happened?" I uttered, rubbing my neck.

"Well, we were all downstairs partying, and you said you didn't feel good all of sudden. So we both came up here, and I went to use the bathroom. And when I came out, you were passed out on the floor." He responded, worried.

I squinted at him, confused out of my mind. "So... there wasn't a witch that turned everyone into their costumes?"

He blinked. "Should I still call 911? How hard did you hit your head?"

"No. No, I'm okay." Sam helped me up slowly, still propping me against the couch, "I must have had one hell of a dream when I passed out."

"Are you feeling okay? Tell me, seriously." He looked into my eyes.

I glanced away quickly, "Yeah, I'm... fine. I don't even feel drunk. What time is it?"

He checked his watch. "It's 1:05."

"After midnight..." I realized, muttering.

He furrowed his brow. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm okay Sam. Really. You know how I can get sleepy after I drink too much. Maybe that's what happened." I tried to reassure.

"Yeah maybe..." He trailed off.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick." I stated, standing up completely.

Sam stepped towards me. "Do you need help?"

"No, I'm okay." I grinned at his nervousness, "Seriously, I'm fine. Don't worry."

I trudged over to the bathroom, leaning against the sink to collect my thoughts.

So.... that was all a dream I had while passed out? Holy shit, I'm never drinking again.

I looked up, scanning my face slowly. I looked the same as I did when I left my house. Except, I had no recollection of how I got here. I mean, in the dream I took an uber... so maybe that's what happened? But God; that dream felt so real. It truly felt like Sam was drinking my blood and draining me. And holy shit, I confessed I had feelings for him!

I sighed deeply, looking over my face once more. My eyes drifted further down and widened at the sight. Two fang marks were right by my jugular, right where Sam had been biting me.

"Sam! Can you come in here for a second?" I yelled, my breathing speeding up.

A moment later the door opened, Sam entering. "What's wrong?"

I spun to him, glaring. "Why do I have two fang marks in my neck... like a vampire bit me?"

"What are you talking about?" He puzzled.

I pointed to my neck. "Right here! What are these?"

"Y/N, there's nothing there." He informed.

"Yes there i-" I turned around, looking in the mirror. He was right. The marks were gone. My skin was clear, as if they never existed in the first place. "Oh."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam wrapped an arm around me sweetly, rubbing my back.

I stuttered, "Y-Yeah. I must have just saw something."

"Must have. Because like I said, there's nothing there." His gaze met mine in the mirror, "Right, Y/N?"

"Right. There's nothing there." I said dreamily.

"Good," he smiled warmly. "Now, let's get back down to the party. If you're feeling up to it, of course."

I nodded, taking Sam's hand and leaving the bedroom, following him back to the party.

#sam golbach #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach fanfic #sam golbach fanfiction #sam golbach fic #sam golbach vampire #sam golbach angst #golbrocklovely's 13 nights of halloween #sam golbach oneshot #sam golbach one shot

[sehodreams]

Hey, my first story here, sorry for the mistakes English is not my first language

Anton x reader

TW: Idk if it's a trigger warning, I love all bodies and specially bigger girls, so the reader is a bit bigger, but there are some words that can be a bit sensitive to some girls about body image. Also a bit dubcon at first.

Really really short smut, I did when there was no light on my house (shot out to my third world country)

bestfriend!anton, first time for reader, no p in v, cum on pants, pussy eating, munch!anton

Idk how many words are there, I wrote it on my phone, so no spelling check either.

He really thought he wasn't that into you, you've been together so long as friends he didn't noticed he looked at you differently until you walked out of your class with another guy.

Why would you pay attention to a man that wasn't him?

He just laughed and brushed it off as a friendly jealousy.

But little by little he started to notice different things about you.

Since when was your hair so long? When you two met you had the Dora cut and he the bowl one.

But now your hair was soft, long and wavy, inviting him to touch it whenever he was behind you.

And your back? He knows what others say, that your shoulders and back are bigger than normal, but for him, they were perfect.

He knew he was big enough to wrap you, he had swam long enough to be built in the way only him could make you feel small.

You were tall, taller than all the other girls, but still shorter than him.

You were made for him.

He knew it, deep inside him he knew only he could treat you like every girl should be treated.

Well, he thought that until that guy appeared.

Two years older and taller than him, a fucking tower.

He saw how you looked at him with bright eyes, tall and strong, he catched you when you were about to fall and carried you like a feather. You were shock and blushed in a way he had never seen before.

He could carry you too, but the opportunity had never come again.

He remembers the last time he held you that way, you both had practice, so young you never saw each other with other eyes even if you were always together in swimsuits, you had no chest and he had no muscles on him. You were taller than him there, but when you were about to fall into the cold floor he didn't doubt it and held you, you were pretty shocked too because he didn't look strong enough to carry you, so skinny you always won in playful fights.

Everyone made fun of you because you were bigger than him and he held you like nothing, but he felt proud, he realized that even if he looked weak, he was strong enough to help his best friend when needed.

You never fell like that again, even when he kinda wished he could hold you like that again just to touch you more.

When you both grew, you shorter than him now but still taller than normal, you hadn't lost all that baby fat, however you weren't a kid anymore, you suddenly had the biggest tits he had ever seen, the longest and thickess legs any girl he knew had, and the prettiest face he could think of. You awakened something inside him when you were in your last year of swimming in high-school, you showed him in his dreams things he didn't feel proud of, but still wanted them.

And now, in college, he decided to make those dreams true.

He just wanted you, so he did everything he had to had you.

He made friends with Sungchan and pushed him to meet other girls, and when you knew he had a girlfriend, you just ran to him crying, asking what was wrong with you. Your height? Your round face? Maybe your massive thights? You doubted everything Anton loved, and he was a bit happy because now he could show you what those things provoked on him.

"Sit" he said after you entered his room, you were wearing the school hoddie and a pair of shorts that showed your long, smooth legs.

"I don't know what to do, Anton. I'm the only one who hasn't had a single relationship, not even a fling, am I really that undesirable?" You cried with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. Your crying face was pretty too, eyes slightly red, cheeks with tear stains and bright red lips.

He had to show you how pretty you were for him. He closed the door and put the secure, you thought it was only him protecting you so no one else saw you crying, you didn't know he did it to not let you run away.

"You know that's not true" he said softly, sitting beside you on the floor. He put his arm around you, and like instinct you put your face on his chest.

"I know what they say about me, I'm too tall, my shoulders too broad, my legs too thick, I'm always too much for them" you said sadly.

"They don't know how to appreciate you" he answered, moving his hand to your thigh to caress your skin.

"I thought Sungchan was different" you moved your arms around his side and hugged him, searching for comfort. He wanted to just lay you down on the floor and show you he was the different one, he adored all the things you hated about you, and it made him feel powerful, to be bigger than you, a big girl. A few minutes passed and then he decided to start moving.

"I think you're perfect the way you are" he said and you sniffled with a soft but dry laugh.

"You're the only one that thinks that, even my mom wants me to stop swimming, says I'm built like a man" you cried.

"She's so wrong, you're definitely a girl", he pinched your leg, "no man would have this legs, strong but soft, legs that show how much you care about the things you like, the dedication you put in everything you do", he moved his hands up, and carefully, looking at your eyes for any sign of you being uncomfortable, inserted them on your hoddie, touching your waist, "no man would have this waist, soft enough to shape them however i want", he felt bolder, seeing you in trance, he lifted his hands and unashamedly touched the perk of you left nipple and cupped your other tit, "and let me tell you, no man would have these tits, full and warm, perfect to bury my face on them".

He saw how your face grew hot, red and not knowing what to say, he continued with his hand on your chest and put the other one to caress the unattended nipple.

You closed your eyes, feeling him touch you and when he closed the distance between you two and kissed you in the most sinninful way he thought of, sticking his tongue directly in your mouth, not giving you a chance to have a sweet first kiss, he interlocked your lips with his and pinched harder your nipples to make you moan and skirm, laying you down on the floor he made sure you had no way of scaping, torturing you with his hands.

He took your hoddie off, you had no bra and he saw your nipples so inviting he licked them until he made you cry loud, sensitive. "You're fucking perfect" he said and teared down your shorts with your panties. You closed your legs, naked in front of him you felt incredibly vulnerable. "I want to see you, please" he said. You felt his need and opened your legs slowly, still embarrassed of showing him your body in such a lewd way to someone who used to be your best friend, "So fucking pretty".

He kissed you to distract you, and when you were relaxed with him again, he moved his hand down your waist, feeling your curves, until he found that perfect wet place that drove him insane. At first his fingers were just recollecting the juices you dripped, but when he moved his wet hand to his face and sniffed your aroma, he broke and buried his face down there, licking a long strip to taste you as much as he could.

"So fucking sweet, fuck" he mumbled against your skin, you were crying loud with his mouth touching your pussy. Your hands on his hair only made him more hungry and he quickly started to fuck you with his tongue. You were so drunk on the feeling you didn't noticed how you pushed his face in such a way your clit rubbed his nose and he felt intoxicated, your pussy fucking his face better than anything he dreamed of.

In his dreams you were shy, so much more than now that you were so lost you didn't care if he could breath or not, and he loved that, he knew how to hold his breath and was glad that ability came to be useful for you. He just wanted you to use him as much as he wanted to use you.

You suddenly tried to separate his face from your sensitive clit. He understood what was going to happen, and denying your pleas he grabbed your hands with one of his hands and pushed you down on your stomach with the other, not letting you get away. He increased the force on his tongue, making out with your pussy, pressing his whole face on it to drown on anything you were about to give him.

"Cum" he ordered softly, almost like a whisper, and that was enough. You came so hard your breath stopped for a second and the noise that left your throat would have made you embarrassed in any other ocasion, but you were so dumb on the feeling you didn't even notice. Your whole body fell to the cold floor and your eyes couldn't see from all the tears. And he? He came on his pants, completely proud of his work.

The silence after the best -and first- orgasm of your life was weirdly comfortable and you still felt the need to break it.

"I never noticed that your ceiling wasn't white anymore" you said after a few minutes, when you recovered part of your senses. You were still naked under the shirt Anton had given you, big enough to be oversized on you too, with the inside of your legs wet and sticky, too tired to move. The ceiling was a really clear beige now, warmer, different from the cold but bright white you used to now.

"Yeah, you don't notice many things" he answered on your side, putting your favorite playlist on his phone, because of course he had all your playlists.

#anton x reader #anton smut #riize smut #riize x reader #plus size reader #riize x plus size reader #anton x plus size reader

[babiebom]

Two songs I think would describe my relationship with each doctor (nuwho)

A/N: i clicked on a video expecting chaotic doctor who TikTok’s but instead got edits and now all I can think about is what song would play if someone made an edit of me and the doctor. These headcanons are very self indulgent lmao so maybe read at your own risk(nothing too scandalous lmao)

Tw: some cursing maybe, the genre is really sorta fluffy and angsty so idk what to put as a trigger warning idk.

Bc: at least 4 for each 1 for each song and 1 explanation for each of those songs

Doctor who Masterlist

Nine

Until I Found You-Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold

Okay for this song it’s just if he had never met Rose and I was in her place. Because I do think that whoever he meets at this time(if he likes them) will change how he views everything like she did. Like he needed somebody in this point in time to show him how wonderful the universe could be again after he had lost everything. This song gives those vibes

Snowman- Sia

This is because he’s a sad sad angry man and like, I don’t want him to be sad. This entire song is just me and my sad bf I don’t want him to be sad but no matter what it’s him and me because who else is there?

Ten

Stay With Me- Miki Matsubara

If you read the English lyrics the song is Sadge and I think it fits what I think would be my vibe with him. He will never admit if he has feelings for me(prolly not lmao) and this is just him being like love and affection are different things and i have affection for you. And like just wanting to stay in the moment if not having to be upset because of feelings or anything, just want everything to be good so I can hold on to the good moments.

Heather- Conan Gray

Okay so I’m going with my own AU of me just being the companion of each doctor and like maybe stuff happening in between? I think at this point, the doctor wouldn’t really either admit if he does or doesn’t have feelings for me and ends up falling for someone else while we travel. Like maybe the Family of Blood happens or something in this universe and I get Martha-ed(she’s the loml and I’ll never forgive the show for doing her dirty) by him. This is just me being angsty.

Eleven

My Love Mine All Mine-Mitski

Literally just how i feel about him. I’m the only companion and the only one he ever sails off with, he’s mine all mine in a way. I love him, and even if the song is talking about requited love, mine is probably delulu and this is me being all head over heels prolly

Honey-Kehlani

Again a sappy song. Out of everyone else in the entire universe he somehow chose me to travel with him, because of him I finally found what I wanted to do with my life (be with him) cute cute cute but also delulu

Twelve

Shinuoga E-Wa -Fujii Kaze

If we’re going based off canon things, the doctor was kinda insecure about this new face(because it’s older? I’m going off of what lizard lady was talking about to Clara) and this is just me being like I really don’t care what you look like I’d rather die than be without you

A Thousand Years- Christina Perri

Like the last song this is literally me being like YOURE STILL ATTRACTIVE MY FEELINGS HAVENT CHANGED PLS :)

Thirteen

Take Me to Church- Hozier

I feel like out of these doctors that thirteen was more so of like…I’m keeping all of my personal information personal? Idk like the others knew more about the doctor than the fam knew? At least before their last season. So I feel like at this point she would be lying about a bunch of shit and I’d be like “okay :) I’ll believe everything you’re saying even though I know for a fact your bullshitting me rn”

Love Story- Indila

This is more so the second verse. Me being like “lmao I’m never leaving you” and her being like “I’m literally being an asshole and I forgot how to love” and me being like “idc I’ll literally fight for you. If you ignore me I’ll just offer you my life” kinda insane but also like an undying love sorta thing

Fourteen is the same as ten but less angsty :)

Fifteen

Best Friend-Doja Cat and Saweetie

Atp I think that our relationship probably would’ve evolved to a couple that has been together for a million years but instead of being tired of each other were more like best friends to the point where everyone thinks everything has always been platonic. Fifteen is a bad bitch I love him <3

I Will Always Love You- Whitney Houston

Because fifteen is still hella angsty. He’s acting like the therapy worked but it just helped him deal with everything probably. He needs to remember that no matter what I’ll always love him.

#doctor who headcanon #ninth doctor headcanons #doctor who au #eleventh doctor #doctor who #nuwho #dw #dw shitpost #dw headcanon #doctor who shitpost #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #tenth doctor headcanons #eleventh doctor headcanons #twelfth doctor headcanons #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor headcanons #thirteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor headcanons

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself-Story (18+)

CW: trauma

Previous / Next

Start

⚠️CW: violence 🔻

Time to tell who attacked Daniel and me and why they even did it.

It all started 2 years ago, when Daniel was with Irena. I once told that Irena used to work in bars & night clubs because Daniel spent all their money on drugs. One day Irena got sick and couldn’t really work. She was feeling ill, so she asked Daniel for help. He was supposed to help her a bit serving drinks at the bar in a club. She knew there would be a lot going on. So Daniel of course helped her. But that night something bad happened in that night club. 20-15 men stormed the club and randomly stabbed people.

Luckily nothing happened to Daniel and Irena, they didn’t even notice what happened at first, because the security guys stopped the perpetrators from doing more damage. No one was seriously injured or killed, except for 5 men who were found in the men’s room. They had severe stab wounds but survived!! When chaos broke out, everyone left the club but some people were injured on the ground. Daniel went to those people who were injured. He tried to help them and get them out of there. Only a few minutes later the police arrived. 6 of the perpetrators were handcuffed to the ground while the cops secured everything. They wanted to harm the nightclub owner with that sick act. That's why they did this!... The club owner eventually came to Daniel and thanked him for his help. He shook his hand. But one of the six perps observed this situation and memorized Daniel’s face very well. He thought Daniel was that club owner's son. And he actually looked like him a bit and was the same age as that guy.

And exactly this perpetrator, who observed the situation with Daniel and the club owner, recognized Daniel 2 years later, (6 weeks ago) when he and I went home, that terrible night. That’s why they attacked us! It wasn’t even planned, it was totally spontaneous. While Daniel and I were with his sister, two of the perpetrators waited until we left her apartment. The other two men stole a car! When Daniel and I left our own car after we parked in that dark alley, the 4 men decided to attack us. And Idk if you remember, but I said that one of the perps ransacked my bag because he wanted to see or check my ID. You know why he did this? He wanted to know where I am from! That I am not German, is obvious but the perps were also not Germans. They originally came from Kosovo (Albania) but grew up in Germany. Their families and parents experienced bad things during the Kosovo war, which is why they developed a deep hatred for a certain group of people. The 4 perpetrators belonged to an extremist group that had only death and destruction in mind. And that one nightclub owner they tried to hurt two years ago, wasn’t a nice guy either. He was also a member of a criminal, devious group or something. Idk, really! In any case, this man was also not from Germany, he was from ex Yugoslavia (Serbia). And his homeland and Albania were at war for years. The hatred between him and the 4 men arose because they were all destroyed by their obsessed faith and religion. No sorry! Religion is not to blame, I mean their fanaticism has destroyed them and their false faith. It was about the senseless, old hatred between Christians and Muslims. And when I found out, I was just wondering what did daniel and I have to do with all this????? And we absoulutly had nothing to do with that club owner and his shit! However, I was lucky that I had my dad’s family/last name at that time and not my mom’s as 15 years ago. They would have killed me without blinking, if they had read my mom’s last name on my ID. Anyway, now you know why those men wanted to kill Daniel. Daniel was just trying to help injured people in that damn club and almost paid for it with his life two years later.

So yea, that's the world we're living in today. War and suffering were the triggers that turned those four men into monsters. They were blind with rage & unable to distinguish between good and evil.

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #my rl with my simself #simself #myrlgameplay #cw trauma #cw violence #cw war #cw religious themes

[slytherinshua]

Serenity by the Sea

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. slight angst. exes to lovers. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: angst i guess? i don't think this is rly angsty at all but idk. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: non-idol!bangchan x fem!celeb!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 2.2k.

All around the world, everyone knew the name Lee Y/n. You appeared on the news every other week, the paparazzi was constantly storming you, causing you to have to change apartments almost monthly— it was exhausting. Your rise to fame had been partially unintentional, and it had come at a cost you wish you could take back.

It was in 2018 when things started to change. You were freshly turned 20; still young and unadjusted to a fancy lifestyle. It was just you and Chris back then. You didn’t know how to handle your sudden rise to fame at the time, and with the threats firing at you faster than you could handle, you pushed him away out of fear.

You never thought much of it when it happened, whether it was due to stress, or anxiety, or your depression at that time. You were overwhelmed, and realistically, being in a relationship whilst the entire public gave comments on how they hoped you weren’t dating, wasn’t sustainable for your mental well-being.

Now, 5 years later, you felt strange. Bangchan had never crossed your mind quite as much as he did now. Whenever you saw a pillow, or a pen, or a lunchbox, your brain supplied you with another fragment of your past— some small moment you had with him.

There was a recurring theme with these small memories: the strong feeling of happiness and comfort. The former word was certainly a foreign concept to you when you were starting out, but was now reintroducing itself into your life. The latter, however, was still strange to you even now. 

Some people would argue that you had the textbook definition of comfort. You had a big house, fancy clothes, fancy makeup, money to spend on practically anything you wanted, the public constantly giving you praise and attention… millions of people envied your life. But they were oblivious to how it really was.

You had lost track of how many nights you had cried yourself to sleep just from how lonely you were. You didn’t have to worry about your basic needs, but you wished for your old life back. There was no playfulness, excitement, or surprise in your life. Everything was pre-scheduled at least 2 months in advance. Your life was planned out by the hour, and there was barely any room for you to choose what you wanted.

Not once in your 5 years of fame had you felt “comfortable”. Your safety was even at risk constantly, and you had grown a fear of going outdoors because of the paparazzi. There was no safe day to even go grocery shopping. You always had to be accompanied by your bodyguards, manager, and protocol staff.

It was the end of September, and you were finally catching a break from work. You had fought for a small 2 week vacation, and you were finally getting it on the 26th of month. You had no idea where you were going to spend those two weeks, you were just relieved you had a break and could go somewhere without a whole team of people accompanying you. 

In the last hour of work before you were off, Bangchan crossed your mind again. This time, it was something someone had said in passing to you that had triggered it. Or maybe it was their slight Australian accent. Either way, your brain flooded with only him and you sighed heavily.

You weren’t used to the feeling of guilt. As a child, you couldn’t recall doing anything bad enough to make you experience true guilt. But, right now, as you thought of Chris, the guilt was consuming your whole being.

What was he doing now? Had he gotten over you? He always said he would never be able to get over you… What if he was doing badly after what you did to him? 

You left so abruptly, anyone would be in a hard place after a breakup like that. If you could even call it a breakup, that is. You had barely even communicated with him at that time - making the breakup even messier than it needed to be.

You had thought about contacting him many times, thinking maybe if you knew he was doing well, it would put your mind at ease. Either way, you weren’t going to think about it anymore while you were on break. You needed to spend your precious vacation time actually relaxing, not having sudden regrets over your ex.

This vacation is going to be Bangchan free.

When you went home that night, you searched for a good vacation house to book that was secluded, cosy, and a break from the bustling city of Seoul. You found one after some hunting, “Serenity by the Sea”. Besides the cheesy name which you swore sounded familiar for some reason, the house itself looked like exactly what you needed.

You booked it for the 2 weeks you had, checking that off your checklist without another thought. Next, you packed your suitcase, making sure to still be stylish even on vacation. You had standards for your outfits. You would leave tomorrow, finally getting the relaxing break you needed.

//

Just from the drive there, you knew that this was going to be the best 2 weeks of your life. It was scenic, the weather was perfect, you felt fresh and could just start to taste freedom on your tongue after so long of other people telling you what to do.

You pulled up to the cabin, smiling happily at the sight of the beach right outside the cabin. The name was cheesy, but it certainly fit what you were looking at right now. You checked the texts you had with the owner of the hotel, named Chan. He seemed friendly, and he told you he would be waiting to give you the key.

You parked your car, stepping out and walking up to the front of the house. You looked around, seeing no sign of another person. You walked around the cabin, looking around for any other human being. But you found none. You were confused. How were you supposed to get into the cabin without the key?

“Hello? Chan? Anyone… here?” You called out, walking fully around the house and still seeing no one. Maybe he was on the beach? You huffed, grabbing your phone and texting the owner, ‘I’m here, where can I find you?’

He replied almost immediately, ‘I just took a stroll down the beach to the left, if you start walking that way I can meet you halfway. :)’

You sighed, looking down the beach to the left and starting to walk. You arrived exactly when you said you would, was it that hard for him to stay at the cabin? You tried to curb your annoyance. You wanted these 2 weeks to be pleasant. It was just a little thing after all. And a walk down the beach would be good for you.

You saw the figure of a man walking towards you on the beach, and you sped up a little. You couldn’t quite make out his face from this far, but you assumed he was Chan, given the rest of the beach was deserted. As he came into view more clearly, you froze. This had just taken an unexpected turn.

You could see him look away from the ocean and towards you, his eyes widening as soon as he saw your face, only confirming the conclusion you had just come to. You hadn’t thought that ‘Chan’ would actually be ‘Chris’.

With his eyes still wide as if he couldn’t believe he was seeing things right, he rushed up to you, “Y/n? Y/n my guest is… you.” His mouth was agape as he looked around before finally looking at you again.

“Bangchan…” You looked down. So much for a Bangchan free vacation. 

“Should we… go to the cabin?” He gestured up the hill with his hands, wearing an expression of disbelief still and you hated yourself for finding it cute. You nodded, gulping and walking with him up the hill.

“It’s a cute house. You decorated it well. It’s a pretty cheesy name, though.” You told him as he showed you the bedroom, the window of it outlooking the beach with the perfect view.

“You actually… came up with that cheesy name.” He admitted awkwardly.

“What?” Is that why it felt so familiar?

“Summer about… 6 years ago? We were sitting by a campfire, and thinking about beach cabin names since the one we were staying at was so boring. You had said ‘Serenity by the Sea’ on a whim, and we had both laughed at it. But when I got this property, it was the only name that stuck with me.” Your heart was betraying you, the speed at which it was beating growing steadily faster as Chan spoke in his comforting Australian accent. This was bad.

“I see… Chan, I’m so sorry about what happened before.” You said, your tone suddenly serious, making him look up to your face. “I don’t know what I was thinking back then, but the way I handled the situation was not fair to you… by any means.”

“I know. I know you’re sorry, you don’t have to explain-'' He started to stop you, but you were having none of it. It wasn’t justifiable for you to just be let off the hook. Bangchan deserved a proper explanation - you owed him that much at the very least.

“You must have been so confused when I just stopped answering your calls one day.” You said quickly, biting the inside of your cheek from the thought of your actions back then. You felt such disgust towards yourself for not even thinking about the situation for both of you. You really had been so selfish back then.

“Is there anything I can do to… make it up to you?” You asked anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you wore.

“You still wear that?” Chan asked suddenly, eyeing the familiar necklace. 

“Oh-” You looked down at it, a smile spreading across your face at the sight of the little heart-shaped blue crystal attached to a silver chain. It was a gift from Bangchan for your 2nd anniversary, and whenever you looked at it, you were reminded of that day. It must have been one of the happiest days of your life. “It would be a shame to throw it out, wouldn’t it?”

“Well, I thought you might’ve moved on… You know, found someone else to date. You’ve gotten into plenty of dating scandals… so I just figured-” Bangchan mumbled, looking away awkwardly. He didn’t want to admit how jealous he had been everytime another stupid article was released, showing ‘evidence’ that you were dating an actor, idol, or some famous businessman. 

“I haven’t really had the guts to get into another relationship.” You confessed, “I felt too guilty about how the last one ended to properly move on.” You whispered the last part, half hoping he didn’t catch what you said, but you knew he did. 

“Do you want to get some food? We could catch up.” He smiled, his little dimples that you used to adore so much taking their place on his cheek.

“Sure. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

//

‘Actress, Model, Philanthropist, and Influencer, ‘Lee Y/n’, has confirmed to be dating twenty-six year old, ‘Christopher Bang Chan’. “We met each other again by chance about six months ago, and it worked out from there,” Says the twenty-five year old global star in a recent interview. After her post on her personal Instagram reached almost 10 million likes in the first 24 hours, the entire world is eager to hear more about the cute couple. The post in question showed a picture of the actress and a man, the caption revealing the two to be dating.' 

You rolled your eyes at how the press was releasing article after article about this “shocking news”. It seemed like the entire world was going wild over the dating announcement, but you were glad the overall response was positive. 

Thousands of fans were congratulating you and Chan, while some of them were going crazy about how good-looking this new celebrity couple was. Of course, there were a handful of haters that didn’t support the news, but you had learned long ago to ignore comments like that. If 99 comments were positive, why focus on the 1 that isn’t?

“Is the response okay?” Chan asked, head resting in your lap as you combed your hands through his hair.

You nodded, “People are certainly paying attention to us. They're saying you’re too pretty to be real.” You teased, kissing his forehead affectionately. 

“Even compared to you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“I told you this would happen. It’s your fault for looking so hot in the pic we posted anyway.” You replied, looking at more of the comments and smiling at the new ship name your fans had given you two. 

You weren’t gonna mess up with Bangchan this time. No matter what, you were going to put him first.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skz taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2

#slytherinshua fics 🍰 #bangchan #chan #stray kids #skz #stray kids chan #stray kids bangchan #skz chan #skz bangchan #bangchan fluff #bangchan fic #chan fluff #chan fic #stray kids bangchan fluff #stray kids bangchan fic #skz bangchan fluff #skz bangchan fic #stray kids chan fluff #stray kids chan fic #skz chan fluff #skz chan fic #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids chan x reader #skz chan x reader #bangchan x reader #chan x reader #stray kids bangchan x reader #skz bangchan x reader #fluff

[traumxrei-archive]

【 book 6 pt. 2 thoughts ! (2) 】

ok so picking up on the cliffhanger i left off last time...only to leave off on aNOTHER BIGASS CLIFFHANGER.... (once again wondering how i managed to write so much despite the fact that i only played through 4 chapters haha) (also vote on this poll if you haven't)

[ spoilers for 6-50 till 6-54 under the cut ! ]

✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧

ok it's the creepy guy that's talking for sure. yk how i know ? bc ortho says "if anything, we should be grateful to you" we. as in, multiple people. as in, the personal pronoun that the mysterious voice kept using in 6-49.

[ about : ....ortho ? ]

now tell me WHY ortho's talking creepily off the bat ???? did he actually get possessed by that mysterious voiced dude ??? the monotone in his voice has me crying. also not him lying and saying everyone JUST got finished testing when we know they've been finished for hours ??

also it makes me wonder if this phantom was the og ortho's phantom,,,,maybe og ortho also got lured by the titans and made a mistake and overblotted,,,,,and the fact that the creepy voice is in ortho's system, it makes me think that this person is a shroud (thus my is this og ortho theory)

I FUCKING KNEW IT I FUCKING CALLED IT !!!!! maybe ortho was consumed by phantom-him, and that's why they had to lock up his phantom in tartarus,,,,but what exactly led to that bc all shrouds have that curse that kills all blot they produce

[ about : pleased to make your aquaintence, ortho ]

[ about : grim's magic reserves ]

omg,,,idia says that grim's magic reserves are low, so the spell that's cast on him shouldn't matter. but i can't help but think that maybe his magic reserves are being limited by that spell in the first place, so maybe once that spell is lifted, grim would have all the full capabilities of a dire beast,,,,,thinking noises,,,,,,

[ about : request for examination ]

ok as idia says, the fact that STYX examining the NRC students was anonymous, and not even from Sage Island, but from Land of Dawning's government itself is ssssuper sus. like why would someone from another country's government know what's going on in NRC ??? and legit no one in NRC is from Land of Dawning so how did they know in the first place ??

[ about : 5 people overblotting is strange ]

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT !! they keep on stressing abt how overblotting is a rare thing but at the same time, 5 people overblot in the span of 5-6 months and nOBODY HAS BAT AN EYE. until idia.

tbh i have two potential theories: either it's because of yuu's appearance (which. idk how that would work) OR grim's appearance. maybe he's the type of direbeast that feeds off blot or someone induces blot ?? bc there's no way all these incidents lined up so perfectly that none overlapped.

[ about : real reason behind overblots ]

ok idia just confirmed one of my theories about overblotting: i had said before that most overblots have different types of build ups.

the build up itself can consist of different things. maybe the overblotee is actually fine up until the moment that some disaster happens (e.g. azul with his contracts) or the overblotee has pent up resentment (e.g. jamil n kalim, leona and never being the best) but in the end the biggest trigger is a fundamental shift in their beliefs.

for riddle, it's his rules being treated as not absolute by the majority.

for leona, it was being caught red handed trying to take down malleus (because it was an admission that he was weaker and had to resort to dirty tricks to win over mal)

for azul, it was his contracts that he worked so hard to obtain to be respected being destroyed.

for jamil, it was his picture-perfect plan being derailed, and his family's status being threatened because of his own actions.

and lastly for vil, it was the fact that he was ashamed after trying to poison neige, because he was talking about how competitions should be fair and square until he tried to essentially cheat himself.

that's why it's kinda hard to believe that someone might be inducing overblots. bc that person (unless they're from the future) will NEVER know a person's heart fully. and they won't ever know what may cause a person to break down and succumb to an overblot.

[ about : muscle red ]

LILA VANROUGE ?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?!?! also like. the way "muscle red" is voiced is so funny sjfkdskf is that what general lilia might've sounded like *eyes emoji* deep voice lilia is so wwwhhheeewww that is a nice voice (and the way idia's freaking out over muscle red's words wwww he's so funny, guys idia gay rights (or like bi pan rights bc love is love))

[ about : idia's gaming proposal ]

guys you CANNOT convince me he didn't just basically platonic marriage proposal to muscle red in this sequence...

[ about : malleus and lilia ]

ough it's kinda T^T that malleus is visiting the broken down ramshackle, considering it's been a special place to him all this time. and malleus talking about how he loves abandoned buildings...

NOW WHY DID THIS LINE MAKE ME SAD SNIFF and him talking about how rn, ramshackle is abandoned once more, but...it doesn't feel soothing anymore. it feels disturbing that yuu and the others aren't there.

meanwhile, lilia's trying to teach him about the concept of loss. even though yuu n the rest aren't dead, he knows that one day, malleus won't be able to see them anymore. bc they're all humans who have considerably shorter life spans than he does. so ofc he has to bear with the pain and happiness of being friends with humans.

[ about : ...but this may be my last ]

EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME ??? LILIA VANROUGE (THROTTLES HIM) AND THE FUCKING CHAPTER ENDS THERE RRRAGHHHHh

[ about : ortho... ]

the way he's so very happily and very calmly talking about resetting the world so that idia has a better future....he's quite literally betting that if everyone died that somehow, idia would have a happy life if he were to be reborn ?? and the way he's so very happily expressing his "will" in contrast to what he's actually about to do.

meanwhile idia's watching him in horror and wondering what's happening because everything's going wrong. ortho's naive, he's shown that tendency a lot of times (e.g. in his school uniform vignette, he destroys a whole apple tree using a technomantic beam just to "help" get lucius down,,,despite the fact that he could've flown up there with his boosters and grabbed lucius instead) but this is on a different level. he's trying to kill everyone to reset the world. obviously he's been infected by the will of "other ortho" or "og ortho" but the fact that he could've landed here without interference anyway is kinda scary.

(also the stuff about phantoms coexisting, that's definitely og ortho's talk. not him saying that he wants the world to be filled with blot someone PLEASE SEND HELP. and him calling idia "nii-chan" instead of "nii-san" this is so scary help me please)

[ about : IDIA NOOO ]

WHY IS HE RUNNING TO TARTARUS ALONE ?? IDIA NOOO ???? the way he probably so desperately wants to see ortho again, despite the fact that (speculation) ortho turned into a phantom sobs

god my worst fear just came true, the blot just game to douse the screen, and his pen turned black despite the fact that he can burn up blot. did he decide to plunge into tartarus to try bringing back ortho...? if so, doesn't that meant here's a certain threshold of blot that a shroud can get rid of before they, too, overblot ?

[ about : GRIMMMMM NOOOO ]

OH GOD GRIMMMM HE'S BEING SURROUNDED BY THE BLOT SMOKEEE sobbbinggg my sonnnnn :')))) oh GOD oh no berserk grim is backkkkk MY SON NNOOOO TTT^TTT he's starting to sOUND like a phantom as well.

yeah ig today's international clown day bc i keep leaving off on cliff hangers and just making myself live in misery for no reason huhuhu,,,until tomorrow ig,,,,

#/trau rambles #SOBBING #WHAT IS HAPPENING #I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE BAD PART #AND I'M ALREADY SUFFERING #twst book 6 #book 6 spoilers #idia shroud #ortho shroud #spoiler protection #for those that haven't played #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland

[omni-scient-pan-da]

Oh so!! About your theory about Atsushi and the book, honestly I forgot there was a even a prophecy but YES YOUR IDEA MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

Maybe his ability is from the book, since he seems so disconnected to it compared to the other members abilities?? Do you think that if they destroy the book at the end Atsushi would lose his ability?

I forget there's a prophecy all the time too!! I feel like it was mentioned once and hasn't been brought up again and so I'm thinking that it'll be brought up again soon?

I originally rambled about it more than I thought I did in this post about how maybe ALL abilities are created from the book? Which I think would be really interesting?

But yeah, Atsushi's abilities originating from the book would explain a lot about how he never knew he had an ability until Dazai informed him of it... My question then would be why was Atsushi chosen to give abilities in the first place? And if Ango has the book like it was mentioned in @/vampireonastick's theory then why would he give Atsushi powers in the first place?

My personal theory regarding Atsushi and the book, is that it either created Atsushi and his abilities or Atsushi used the book last and doesn't remember it

Like uhh, idk if you've read the Beast Manga or not, so mild spoilers if you haven't (I know there's a Beast light novel but I haven't managed to get a copy of any of the light novels so I'm working purely off of what's in the four Beast manga because I do have those) but essentially, at the end, when Dazai implies that he either... Used the book? Or somehow gained knowledge of alternate universes that are possible from the book? He mentions that only two people can know of the alternate reality (aka the main BSD reality) at any given time otherwise the Beast reality would start to collapse

Since we've only seen a page of the book be used to alter things that seem plausible enough (like the whole reason why the decay of the angels need the vampires in the first place) I think maybe doing large scale stuff that would alter reality too much would cause the knowledge clause to kick in

Which is to say that if Atsushi used the book last, and used it to do something like say... Create all special abilities, that might have been world altering enough to trigger the clause of only having a certain number of people be aware of the changes made in order to keep the reality stable, and maybe in the process of creating special abilities it made Atsushi forget/reset kinda deal

If this is true and Atsushi used it last, I would say that maybe Ango doesn't have the book? And that's why his/Fyodor's goal is to rid the unnatural powers because the special abilities GENUINELY are unnatural if Atsushi somehow used the book to create special abilities

It might have just been in "To Rewrite Fate" by purplesan on ao3 (which is so good, I cannot recommend it enough) but I feel like the premise had a basis in canon, which is to say that in the fic, the last person to use the book determines where it is hidden, I don't know if this is something that was mentioned in canon or if it was purely made up for the fic but it makes sense in my mind so... I may have just adopted it into my belief of canon though--

If Atsushi used it last then that explains why he's needed to find it, he just can't remember using the book, and... Yeah

I dunno if that rambling made sense, but even if Atsushi didn't use the book I think he's definitely interacted with it in some way/shape/form even if he can't remember it

#panda posts #bsd #bungo stray dogs #the all knowing panda answers questions #ask number 132 #twenty fifth anon ask #bsd theory #bsd theories #bsd atsushi nakajima #atsushi bsd #atsushi nakajima bsd #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima

[fabdante]

Reboot question:

Do you think Dante KNEW that Vergil was gonna die from that final stab in the chest at the end of their fight? Cause like. He kinda just let him go and seemed to think that he'd be fine. Like, Dante still talks to Vergil like he knows Vergil is gonna be a threat after this, so presumably Dante thought Vergil would just walk that stab to the heart off. And probably with good reason! We see Dante poking at his own heart in a bathroom once during a flashback, and presumably this is the first time Dante's ever gotten in this big of a fight before (I mean, Dante basically fought Mundus and Vergil back-to-back), so maybe he just figured Vergil would be fine?

Idk. I feel like if Vergil comes back as the new King of Hell and tells Dante Dante fucking KILLED HIM with that last stab, Dante would just be devastated and shocked, because he honestly thought Vergil would be okay after that. That Vergil would just portal back to the safe house we see them using after the Order fell, and that Vergil would have medical supplies there or something. (Unless Dante and Kat went there afterwards and found the place wrecked or unused.)

I fear this one might get long again asdfghj bare with me

First, a bit on my reading of Downfall (skip the first two paragraphs if that's not interesting asdfghj): I've always preferred the idea that what we see happening in Downfall is less like, literal for the most part and more something Vergil is imagining in his head after passing out on Eva's grave. I realize Word of God canon from Ninja Theory asserts that it like, is supposed to be taken literally but the textual canon of the game itself doesn't really lend itself one way or the other. All we have is Vergil near death passing out and then whatever Eva is (since we don't really know what Eva is) telling him that he did die at some point, though nothing to substantiate that claim beyond her word on the subject. (I tend to treat word of god canon as secondary to textual canon)

But in my reading of the game, I've always just sort of assumed Dante didn't kill Vergil and rather just almost did, something still very scary and unnerving for Dante to grapple with (also I imagine made more complicated by the fact him and Kat after the game likely don't know if Vergil is alive or dead after he left, and that speculation is enough to cause a lot of problems for both of them mentally which is something that comes up a lot in a very 'fab wrote this fan fic for fab' fic I posted, Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation asdfghjk)

HOWEVER, like I said, I know Ninja Theory has asserted with Word of God canon that we're supposed to take Downfall literally. So if we take Downfall literally like, Vergil does die after the fight with Dante because we are told by whatever Eva is that he died and this is sort of his own little personal afterlife hell that he needs to crawl out of.

And I am pretty sure Dante had no idea he killed him. The way both Dante and Kat (who has just begged for Vergil's life) implies to me that both thought he'd just heal like the twins do and he'd be fine. The fact Kat in particular does not seem too particularly concerned that Vergil is in dire straights. So I think at the point they're both at with the end of the game, both probably think Vergil will be ok.

I think when things begin to turn is when Vergil just...doesn't communicate with either of them. And that's when they both probably start wondering if he is actually alive or not.

Dante at the end of the game to always read to me as not entirely in control of his devil trigger, thus why it got so bad and Kat had to come over and snap him out of it. Which I definitely think would add to Dantes distress if he were to find out he actually did kill Vergil, even if Vergil got better

#fab talks #fabtalks #dmc reboot #ask

[fleshadept]

smth I find interesting is their differences in like the Definition of murder. like stede didn't directly kill either of the badmintons, but he still thinks of himself as a vicious murderer. but Ed only directly killed ONE person, but indirectly killed soo many ppl, like when Jack says he lit the boat on fire, and he says technically the fire killed those people. my theory is stede hates himself, and has the whole time, so unconsciously he's grasping onto this as a reason for it, and Ed is trying to never think about those people he killed so he doesn't hate himself any more than he has to.... idk I just think its an interesting character detail :-]

the interesting thing to me is that stede did not feel bad At All for "killing" nigel. like he straight up told the elder guy that. the dude asked if he felt bad for killing him and he said Not really, he sucked even as a kid! and figured out that really the reason he felt bad was because he felt inadequate and nigel reminded him he'd abandoned his family (nigel reminding him of this is also how we, the audience, are introduced to the idea that stede left them for piracy) which made him feel guilty about THAT, so what you said about him displacing his self-hatred onto this is pretty accurate.

so he didn't really feel bad about being a murderer. it's why he could leave mind-nigel behind on the shore at the end of that episode. stede isn't as averse to murder as he is to violence, per se. we see in his flashbacks that violence has been associated with masculinity for his whole life, the specific kind of masculinity he's been excluded from, that violence turned on him as a result of his exclusion. also it seems like he just thinks it's gross lol

when chauncey died, it had the same effect: chauncey forced him to remember that he abandoned his family, he didn't really give a shit about chauncey dying, but he remembered what he'd done "to" his family (assuming they were worse off without him) and felt like he needed to resolve that. it had already been on the forefront of his anxieties from learning he had been declared dead, so chauncey just pushed him over the edge, so to speak.

it's telling that when he says "at some point, a man's gotta face the music for the things he's done and the people he's hurt" we get a shot of nigel dying at "the things he's done," a relatively neutral statement, and a shot of his family at "and the people he's hurt," because from his perspective, he really only cares that he (possibly) hurt mary and the kids.

there are some inconsistencies that i hope they explore later, like stede burning that ship of aristocrats alive but looking taken aback when calico jack said ed burned a ship of people alive (with the crew still trapped inside? perhaps that was the difference).

ed's philosophy is harder to parse because we haven't spent as much time with him. he clearly sees violence as monstrous. the only person he's ever killed was his dad, which he did as a last resort to keep his mom safe after his dad was violent, and we don't know for how long that went on. after that he "always outsourced the big job," which seems like a pretty straightforward way to rationalize necessary violence. he didn't skin that guy, fang did. same end, different means.

the fact that he constructed the myth of the kraken around killing his dad is VERY interesting. not only does he outsource actual killing to his crew or other external forces, he took his one true murder and turned it into a horror story he uses to scare people, saying it's the only thing that scared him. it's hard to tell if he genuinely believed in the kraken until stede's fuckery triggered his real memory or if he knew the whole time. either way, he clearly was traumatized by killing his dad and that led him to his current philosophy, whatever the extent of that is.

looking forward to season two, it seems like they're foreshadowing ed dropping this philosophy entirely by not just going back to being blackbeard but declaring himself the kraken, the part of himself he invented to rationalize his one and only murder. which, of course, implies he'll be doing more murdering. we'll see!

#giddy over s2 for real #sorry this was a whole fucking essay but it was an interesting question i've thought a lot about #especially stede's philosophy #i hope we get more direct ed POV next season because this one was very stede and the crew POV which ofc makes sense BUT- #anyway #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbonnet #ofmd #our flag means death #cricket answers #cricket chirps

[sunflowersnpearls]

Some information before reading:

- We moved out as a family of 5 from my in-laws fully furnished 3 bed, 1 bath basement apartment, & we lived there for 6 years. We moved into a 3 bed, 1 bath townhome and then we bought a house and my mental health went to the bottom real fast and I could no longer physically care for my children, because I couldn’t physically get out of bed. Our Children moved in with my In-Laws because of how bad things had gotten. The hardest choice I ever made was telling myself “you shouldn’t be the one that’s responsible for them when you can’t even handle the simplest things when it comes to caring for yourself!!!!!”

But it’s been 7 long years in recovery from C-PTSD, BPD, PD, MDD, SAD, & more… and I have learned a lot of things since the very beginning.

So without further ado, here ya go:

If I say “Give me my son/daughter/their name/child/etc, YOU SIMPLY TURN MY CHILD TO ME AND LET ME TAKE OVER FROM THERE. You do NOT keep fucking walking away from me. That was your LAST mistake! Your first one was trapping my 7 year old son, who is your Nephew first and foremost BEFORE you’re his GodParent, and you NEED to stay in your lane.

There are boundaries for all of us *TryingReallyHard* parents who have to set boundaries to keep their Special Need(s) Child(ren) SAFE, just to see Derek’s Mother & Sister continue stepping over the boundaries I’ve made.

There is absolutely none of this “I do this everyday at school and HE IS JUST FINE!”. He was NOT fine and your words and matched actions escalated things and then I stepped in because you messed up.

And then umm, that triggered my biggest fear now: Having his family try and keep my kids from me and shit, cuz I wouldn’t put that past them. Not after Roxi asked me straight up if she could “stop by her Lawyer ‘cause all she would have to do is sign a few papers & she can have Guardianship of the two- just in case of an emergency.” Uhhh. No I don’t think so. That’s not at all why she asked… She wants all of the Power & Control over my Children. Why? Because I am the Wife of her son and the Mother of her Grandchildren and she will NEVER accept it because I am “Mentally ill” and “Disabled” & she looks down on that as if at any moment, she couldn’t ever *possibly* become Disabled herself, ya know because she’s Invincible & Immortal. 🙄

Well you’ll be happy to know I fucking stood my ground when I saw Jack escalate and dereks sister kayla and grab him and put him in his room. She said “I got it Cecelia. I do it daily at school.”

“He’s my son.” Babble babble Roxi and me “first and foremost, he’s my son.”

Derek intervened, I walked toward the garage to exit and said “I’m leaving. I am done. I’m not doing this.” (Or something like that I really can’t remember now)… & the fucking way she cornered Jack in front of Roxi’s recliner, grabbed his upper arm and went to send him to his room, *I*

knew what Jack needed instantly when I saw him pace back and forth from being cornered. I don’t allow that. Hell to the fucking no. & I ended up getting Jack with me, outside in the freezing ass car waiting for Derek to finish a game. When I started to walk out, I heard faint whispering & definitely caught my name so they can *All* fuck off.

Derek raised his voice at idk his mom and sister? Saying that they need to let me handle it when I say I got it. And they also, can do other things other than sending a child away to be alone in their bedroom. That’s not how we are parenting our kids so you won’t be parenting them that way either and if you really wanna do it again & I will find out, guess what?

*YANK*

Like I said, there was a fucking reason I said “NO” 3 fucking times!!! When Roxi asked me for Guardianship of them.

He needed to be held as tight as possible with his arms folded across his body and brought back down very slowly and calmly.

Not be grabbed by his arm and be sent away to be by himself.

That is exactly how you teach kids that the world is against them and always against them and no one will ever help them and they’ll always be alone.

So, nope. You don’t get to do that!

I held him by the door and I told him he was okay, and sat with him until he was ready to go back inside.

And yeah, I did in fact take him home w me. And he slept so peacefully and warm in his bed and woke up around 6. He got 9 hours of sleep. I’m relieved for him for that.

Today I made him write down an apology letter to Kayla for breaking her “pretty” (decor). & he wrote 2 sentences & when I told him he owes her more than just 2 sentences and that he gets nothing (games, treats, etc) until he writes the letter and signs his name after but he has to write more than 2 sentences. He got immediately livid & impulsively put an X through the halfway done apology letter & then I told him he needed to step away for a minute, sit on the couch and take some deep breaths & not break anything on the way there, either! He sat and punched himself in the side of the head/face. I jumped up quickly, because I immediately thought of my past self, and did the following:

wrapped his arms around himself & held onto him tightly, & told him all the things he needs to tell himself and I made him repeat it all, too:

“I’m a good person”

“I have a beautiful heart and a beautiful soul”

“I’m a good boy!”

“I’m a good son”

“I’m a good brother to Christine and Lily”

“I’m a good Grandson”

“I’m a good Nephew & Cousin”

“Just because I make choices, does NOT mean I am a bad person”

And then I said “and my face is pretty cute”

And he smiled & then we were all smiling because when we looked around, Dad had been smiling the entire time in absolute awe of the way I love our children.

If it’s one thing I will never fail consciously, it’s my 3 Babies: Christine, Lily, Jack. ♥️

[possthrowaway4q]

I've learned/realized a lot about my health issues recently, and I... really need some opinions. Particularly from people with traumatic brain injuries. So I'm gonna share my story.

Major Trigger Warning: birth complications, asphyxiation, seizures, child endangerment, medical neglect

(Sorry this isn't under a readmore I have literally never been able to use them on mobile without breaking the post)

I was lied to about my birth story. I was told by my mother that I came into the world a beautiful and perfectly healthy baby (and in her defense she very well could've convinced herself of this). This is, according to what my dad told me now that I'm an adult, completely false. My mother and I both almost died. The doctors didn't believe she was in labor yet. Called it Braxton Hicks for multiple days. Wasn't until one of them actually checked and saw my head that they believed her. Came out completely blue with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and was totally silent when they unwrapped me. Had to spend multiple days in the NICU in one of those oxygen tents. Don't know a lot of the details because apparently it wasn't discussed much. No idea if the doctors said anything about potential long-term issues and even if they did, there's no guarantee my parents kept an eye out properly. Didn't find out until a few years ago that I had hallucinations and frequent vivid nightmares as a young kid and the person mentioning it clearly didn't think much of it, despite me vaguely remembering seeing two separate child therapists around that age. Like, early elementary, I think.

That's not the only event though. Summer between 5th and 6th grade I had a drug-induced seizure. I was being watched by a family member who was kind of notorious for hoarding all sorts of medications. Including ones she was no longer prescribed. She didn't keep everything in their proper bottles either, moving pills between and re-labeling them. Including putting prescriptions in OTC containers. I asked for something for a headache. She gave me a pill saying it was Tylenol - didn't even see the bottle it came out of - and left me be again. Wasn't long before I knew something was wrong. Thankfully, I had my phone in my hand and was able to text her before I lost complete control of my muscles. Dunno how long exactly the seizure lasted, but it must've been at least ten minutes because that's how far away my parents lived and they were there with me when it ended. Remember my dad picking me up and holding me until I could talk and move again. We never did go to the hospital. Idk if it's because we all assumed I was fine once it was over or if it was because no one wanted to get the family member in trouble. Would explain why she called my parents instead of an ambulance, I suppose.

Been thinking about that tonight. Realized I was never really the same after that. I went from all As in school to completely unable to keep up with most subjects. I couldn't think or focus, I was in a fog most of the time, was losing large gaps of time and couldn't remember both short and long term things, and shortly after that was the beginning of my three year long psychotic break. Everyone remembers how the start of middle school is when all my mental health symptoms went into overdrive and I was just. Notably worse. And to top it all off, I always have said that my memory of my past seems to only go back to a few substantial memories in 5th grade and everything prior basically doesn't exist most of the time.

So I guess my question is just... could I have brain damage? Birth asphyxia is bad enough, but a 10+ minute long seizure as a child? I'm pretty sure that's way past the threshold of a medical emergency/when permanent brain damage can start. But every time I mention the idea to anyone, it gets brushed off. Either because I "don't need another thing wrong with me" or "does it really matter?" or because neither thing are your typical ideas of a TBI.

Sure, I've got a bunch of other reasons I could have these symptoms. Even just on the mental health side, ADHD, autism, psychosis, dissociative disorder stuff, and it's been too long for any doctor to say definitively one way or the other if they even take me seriously. But... I don't know, could those have contributed? Hell, could that be the root source of some of it that no one connected to because we never talked about it after the fact? (I even completely forgot for a long time. Didn't think it was a big deal. Didn't really understand seizures at the time.) I can't emphasize enough how drastically my health changed after that seizure. But maybe it was just puberty or the increase in difficulty/stress from going from elementary to middle school.

Surely it's possible though that those things at least exacerbated underlying issues or something? I guess the root of my question is whether the traumatic brain injury community would have me. I don't think I'll ever be able to fully, publicly identify that way, but I still desperately want to know if I'd be welcomed if I tried. Could I really have brain damage or am I just being dramatic or a hypochondriac or something? I just wanna know why I'm so fucked up in the head.

#traumatic brain injury #tbi #seizures #brain damage #childhood traumatic brain injury #childhood tbi #idk what all to tag this as #long post #especially without wanting to clog people's dashes/the tags or make people see this who don't want to #this blog really is just turning into my place to ask sensitive questions that i don't know where to go with #and don't want people who know me to see #idk the thought just keeps floating around in my head #i know that mental health issues and chronic illness stuff can really mess with your mind but it's always felt... more? #but maybe that's just me wanting to be ~special~ or get those ~disability brownie points~ everyone likes to accuse people #with 'too much going on' of #fuckin pokémon catch em all nonsense but for reasons my body doesn't work

[david-watts]

gotta love random pains that retrigger the bullshit that you’ve worked hard to get out of over the past however fucking long I don’t remember anymore lol

#idk what triggered it either!! like the last two times I knew what it was. this is just 'ouch time! fuck you'

[solarwonux]

84.  “I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.”

roomate!junkook x f!reader

genre: smut

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, fwb, Jungkook and his tattoos, tattooartist!jungkook, dom!jungkook if you squint, spiting, cum eating, oral sex (m receiving), a brief mention of voyeurism, briefly edited, also Jungkook is kind off fluffy, this couple is weird af y’all. 

note: hello, Idk what I did but I’ve done it lol. This is also a drabble that will eventually be part of a bigger story that I have half outlines lol, so I hope you enjoy this preview. I hope you like it please let me know your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

Fourth time’s the charm.

Jungkook thought as he made his way to the front door of the tattoo shop. He pulled on the handle rather harshly making sure it was closed. Last week he had forgotten to lock the door, resulting in a drunk stranger walking in demanding a tattoo. Thankfully, the stranger’s intrusion triggered the security alarm, waking Jungkook in a fright. He ran down the steps of his apartment - the one located above the shop, half naked, carrying the bat you and him kept by the front door, his heart pounding against his chest. 

To say the least he was terrified. Scared that something would happen to the expensive tattooing equipment. Scared that Yoongi would fire him and therefore kick him out of the apartment, scared of something happening to you. His nerves subsided when he found the drunk stranger, passed out on the couch in the waiting room. 

The equipment, his job and you were all safe. 

Ever since then he had made it his mission, even writing it down on a highlighter yellow sticky note as a reminder; to check not once but four times if the front door was locked.

Jungkook sighed, giving the door one last pull, making it rattle against the locks, before deeming it locked. A fifth time wouldn’t hurt. 

He turns around, walking past the waiting room and the reception desk. He does one last look over, mumbling underneath his breath, checking to see if he had done everything he needed to do on his to-do list before turning off the lights. Quickly, he pushed aside the colorful paint splattered curtain that hid the front door to his apartment to the general public. He pressed in the code, waiting for the lock to click, going over the appointments or lack there off he had the following day. 

As of late, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok hadn’t had many clients come into the shop or request an appointment via instagram. He blames the rival shop that opened a few blocks away, and their stupid flash event, where they tattooed people for free. Of course they weren’t intricate pieces, small basic ones that you would pick out from the generic tattoo binder. But it still caused a dent in their clientele. 

That night you came home after work to find the four tattooists, on the couch, shooting glares at the shop door, with a large bottle of whisky in between them, and their man-size ego down in the slumps. The solution was simple, at least it was in your head. 

“Hold an event like theirs, maybe shirtless. I’ve only seen Jungkook’s abs because he loves walking around the apartment half naked but I’m sure you guys have a promising pair.” You suggested with a shrug, earning groans and complaints from the four artists on the couch. 

Yoongi stood up first, holding a hand out as an attempt to regain his balance from the sudden movement. “I’m not degrading myself or my art for clients. I’m also not giving away my talent for free.” He slurred, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, “and my abs are better than Kooks.” 

“Alright, it was just a suggestion.” You held your hands up in defeat, taking a step back. “I’m going to bed, enjoy your pity party.” You smiled at them before making your way to the front door and disappearing. 

In hindsight, maybe you were right. Except for the half naked part, that’s dangerous and goes against all tattoo etiquette. But maybe holding a flash event and offering tattoo’s half off was not a bad idea. It would surely bring back their clients and make way for new ones. He would have to bring it up to his coworkers tonight when they came over.

Jungkook sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs facing the final door that led to his living room. He could hear the loud poppy music you were playing behind the door. Living with you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be when Yoongi first offered you the vacant room. You were clean, organized and relatively respectful of personal space, but he hated your music. It was generic and just way too bouncy and happy, it was a good thing you gave a great head, if not he would’ve begged Yoongi to kick you out long ago. Before he got attached.

He wasn’t a dick he just thought with his dick ninety nine percent of the time and right now it was very much needing a stress release. Jungkook punched in the final code and opened his front door, revealing you in nothing but a tight pair of leggings and a sports bra, sweat droplets running down your body as you followed along with the exercise video on youtube. You looked very much like you would look after the two of you finished fucking and it made his cock stir in his jeans.

“Did you lock the door?” You said in between breaths, squatting down, finishing your last rep of squats. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, nodding in response. His hands were down by his sides, itching to squeeze your ass, to pull you against him and take you on the couch. It wouldn’t be out of pocket either. He knew you would give in the second he gave you that lust filled look of his. The one that was desperate and needy and practically begging for your touch.

You stopped pausing the video and turned to look at him, hands on your hips, chest heaving in a poor attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook knew he was fucked. “Are you sure you locked the door?” 

“Yes I checked five times tonight, have you had dinner?” He blinked rapidly, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans hiding his hardening cock as best as he could.

“An hour ago.” You reassured, unpausing the workout video and positioning yourself in downward dog. 

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths following your haggard ones and counted to ten. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed you. Needed your mouth around him until he was painting the back of your throat white. Counting to ten once wasn’t enough to calm him down. It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third recount that he felt your arms circle around his waist, a faint kiss left underneath his earlobe, that he knew he was done for. 

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” You whisper leaving opening mouthed kisses down his neck tonguing the spot between his clavicle and neck. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh. 

“Fuck baby please.” He caved, taking your head in his hands and pushing you away before leaning down and capturing your lips with his, in a wet, messy and needy kiss. He didn’t care that your lips were salty due to the sweat, they felt like heaven against his. 

You moaned into the kiss feeling the wet muscle of his tongue swiping against your bottom lip asking for access, in which you so rightfully gave him. His hand left your cheek and traveled down your neck until it was groping your boob through your thin sports bra. You pulled away to catch your breath for a few seconds, whimpering as his palm worked against your hardened nipple diligently before kissing him again, teeth clattering against one another. 

He pulled away pushing your sports bra up releasing your boobs, his index fingers and thumbs pinching your nipples and pulling on them gently. “Jungkook, w-what do you want?” You moan, closing your eyes as he rolled your nipples between his sweaty palms. Not only did Jungkook love touching your ass, he also loved playing with your boobs, claiming they were the best pair of boobs he had ever seen in his entire twenty six years of life. 

“Get on your knees baby girl, want to see your lips wrapped around me.” He mumbles against the crown of your head while he continues to knead at your boobs. 

You nod kissing the outline of the tattoo that was peeking against the neck of his white t-shirt. You send him a wink. A deep hum leaves his lips as you slowly kissed your way down his clothed chest, until you were face to face with his jean cladded bulge. You looked beautiful, your eyes glossy with need and your mouth watering as you couldn’t wait for the weight of his cock against your tongue.

He puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes your face against his jeans, he was so hard he could feel himself pulsing with need. It didn’t help that your fingers were walking up his thighs at an agonizing pace, while your mouth was now kissing him through the fabric, satisfied hums leaving your lips. “You’re so fucking hard Kook.” You pull away finally unbuttoning his jeans, your fingers brushing against him while you unzip his pants slowly.

“You’re such a tease baby girl, almost makes me think that you want to get punished tonight.” He tilts his head, pushing his hips into your hands as you palmed him over his boxers, while your other hand pushes his jeans down, leaving him in only his t-shirt and black boxers. 

You look up at him smirking, leaning in to kiss the tattoo decorating his thigh. You had gotten off on it many times before, it was your favorite pastime when you were needy and bored. “Maybe I do, take your shirt off.” You demanded, biting down on his skin making him jump. 

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making you face him, “Be careful I’m not feeling very nice today.” The sinister look behind his eyes makes you shudder, “open your mouth,” You smile, parting your lips sticking your tongue out before Jungkook leans over, a glob of spit hitting your tongue making you moan in delight. “What do you say?” His grip on your cheeks is hard. 

“Thank you sir.” You mewl, hooking your thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers, wasting no time in freeing him. His cock was pretty, you had once told him that and it made him double over in laughter. No one had ever called his cock beautiful. Maybe big but never beautiful but you were a character and he should’ve expected a comment like that from you. 

“Good girl, now go on, this is all you’re getting tonight so you better enjoy it.” He wraps his hand around himself, spitting down onto his length using it to lube himself up before guiding it to your slightly parted lips. He knew you loved to watch him touch himself, sometimes if you weren’t home and he was needy he would sit on the couch fucking his hand knowing you would walk at any minute and help him finish the job. Or sit in front of him on the coffee table, legs spread wide touching yourself, moaning his name like his fingers were inside of you instead of yours. If Yoongi knew the dirty escapades that happened behind the walls of the apartment above his tattoo shop he would never step foot inside again. Thankfully he didn’t know, yet. 

You stick your tongue out and lick his head, rolling your nipples against the palm of your hands. The sight was award winning and Jungkook wanted to so badly get his camera out and capture the moment. To add to your shared collection. “So fucking sexy baby girl, always so good for me.” He tapped the head of his cock against your tongue before you close your lips around him, running your tongue underneath the head of his cock. 

Jungkook’s hand came behind your head, guiding you further down his cock sending a thrum of arousal up his spine. You hollow out your cheeks looking up at him with watering eyes. He moans, gripping your ponytail, giving you an experimental thrust making you gag around him. It sounded like the beginning of a beautiful melody, not the ones that belonged to your shitty pop music but the one that would keep you up at night lost in thought. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” He thrusts again, while you tug on the hem of his shirt. “Want to see me, look at my tattoos while I fuck your mouth?” He grunts, quickly discarding his shirt once he hears the needy moan that escapes your cock filled mouth. He knew his tattoos were your ultimate turn on. The reason you had gotten on your knees before him the first time after living together for a full year. He couldn’t say no, not when the only thought running through his mind was the stain your red lipstick would leave behind on his cock. 

Calm him a douchebag or compare him to a hormonal filled teenager, he didn’t care. He was a man after all. One that hadn’t had sex in two years after his last girlfriend cheated on him with his brother. 

Frankly, he needed an ego boost and you were there to give it to him, so he caved.

You pull off of him breathing heavily, a thread of saliva connects your lips to the head of your cock as you try to catch your breath. The sight was anything but underwhelming and enough to make him cum, but Jungkook hated his cum going to waste. He was healthy and young and it should go to good use.

 “I-I want you to use my mouth, please.” You croak before dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. “Want you to cum in my mouth sir.” Mumbling, you tease his head with the tip of your tongue making him groan. 

“Such a dirty mouth, it's a good thing I’m making good use out of it.” He says, a cocky smirk evident on his face. You nod happily, humming with please as you take him into your mouth again, sinking further, hollowing your cheeks moaning around him as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure. His abs contract as he tries to control himself, at least until you give him the go ahead. And you do with a slight tap of your fingers against his thighs. 

He growls, thrusting his hips into your mouth, guiding your head up and down, gagging around him. His cock feels hot and heavy against your tongue, making both of you moan simultaneously. “Always letting me use you, what would our friends say if they walked in. You know I invited them over for drinks, right?” 

You whimper around him, closing your eyes at the thought of getting caught with him, balls deep down your throat. You hated that he had caught onto your slight voyeurism kink as it was only a matter of time where he threw all tattoo etiquette he knew and lived by out on the window and fucked you in his workshop, with only a thin curtain separating you and the rest of the shop. 

His thrusts get more desperate. His orgasm was approaching quickly as he twitched inside of your mouth. You dig your nails into his thighs, creating crescent moons as you feel your lungs start to give out. He mutters a low fuck followed by a quick apology before he pulls away. You gasp resting your hand against your chest, your eyes are filled with tears, bubbles of saliva painting your chin. Jungkook swears he’s never seen a sight as beautiful as this one and once again he’s cursing himself for not giving himself enough time to grab his camera. 

“Can you go more or do you need a break?” He whispers, eyes filled with concern while he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

You shake your head, “Just give me time to regain my breath.” With a soft smile you leave a chaste kiss against the tattoo decorating his hip. It was part of a bigger piece, one that adorned the entire right side of his body, but nevertheless for some odd reason it was your favorite one. 

Jungkook nods, wrapping his hand around himself, muffled curses escaping his beautiful lips. “I’m so close, baby girl, just let me cum on your face.” He all but begs, gripping his cock tightly and thrusting his hips into his hand. 

You pout, a sound of protest leaves your swollen lips making Jungkook roll his eyes. “You can blow me again later, open your mouth baby.” He tucks his lips in between his lips, hips casting into his hand desperately. The pool between your legs grows, overflowing as you watch the mesmerizing sight in front of you. God, he was so fucking sexy. 

You open your mouth sticking your tongue. Jungkook throws his head back moaning your name in a sweet incantation, ropes of cum hitting your tongue and cheeks, while you moan along with him. 

Jungkook opens his eyes, riding out his orgasm, painting your chin watching as you drag your tongue into your mouth swallowing his salty substance, humming in satisfaction. “J-Jungkook.” The needy way you say his name makes his cock twitch and he has to keep himself from getting hard again. 

“You look so pretty baby girl, so fucked out and pretty, only for me.” He whispers, collecting the cum that was dripping down your chin with his thumb before bringing it up your lips, coating them. “So filthy too, thank you baby.” He leans down, running his tongue against your cheek collecting his cum before kissing you slowly and sensually, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, coating the inside with his cum. 

Jungkook hates his cum going to waste. You whimper, snaking your arms around his neck pulling him closer, sucking on his tongue. He grins against your lips and moves away, chuckling as you continue to chase his lips with yours. “I need you Kookie.” You sigh, a pout forming on your swollen lips. “Please just fuck me, use me. I don’t care anymore.” You let out a sob, your pussy throbbing begging to be touched. 

He helps you up, circling his arms around your waist, nosing your hair as he sighs. He wants to give him, lead you to the couch, but the guys were going to be here at any minute and he couldn’t have time to please you the way he wanted to. 

“Let’s go shower, I promise the second the guys leave I’ll eat you out like a starved man.” He suggests, leaving a light kiss against your forehead. He didn’t feel as stressed as he was earlier, but that’s all thanks to you and how easy it was for him to get lost in your world.

“Is that a promise?” You tilt your head curiously, toying with the hair resting against the back of his neck.  

“I always keep promises, baby girl.”

#kpopscape #kdiarynet #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook imagines #bts imagines #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios

[makeste]

some follow-up thoughts on BnHA 306

mostly Deku angst, but also a little Baku angst (and some TodoBaku angst) mixed in for good measure. because there’s plenty of angst to go around.

1. “if I’d only been stronger...”

I’ll talk more about Deku later in this post as well, because there’s definitely plenty to talk about; this is the most character development he’s gotten in almost 200 chapters. but for starters, I want to discuss the possible parallels between Deku’s current character arc, and what is arguably the most iconic moment of angst/character development in the series.

remember how this kid, who up until this point had rarely seemed to give two fucks about the world around him, suddenly revealed that he blamed himself for being the downfall of All Might? remember how it came almost out of nowhere? how he’d been hiding it, and trying to suppress it? “but even if I try to forget... sometimes it all just comes rushing back.”

yeah. so anyway, I got to thinking -- if being the cause of one hero’s downfall could affect someone this badly, what about being responsible for the downfall of all heroes?

what if a boy who wanted nothing more than to keep people safe suddenly found himself at the epicenter of a disaster that killed hundreds, possibly even thousands of people?

now obviously, this is not the sole thing that’s troubling Deku right now; this kid has a whole array of traumas as of the War arc. like, you know it’s bad when Society As We Know It Coming To An End Partially Because Of You is the least of your problems. but still, I think this is worth bringing up, because the hero kids blaming themselves for things that aren’t their fault is hardly anything new. and yet, what with everything else that’s been going on -- all of the Todoroki drama, and Vestige revelations, and hospital antics, and political strife -- I feel like it’s easy to forget or overlook this little detail.

the fact is that AFO put this entire plan into motion solely in the hopes of finally obtaining OFA. every single thing that happened at Jakku -- Tomura powering up; Machia waking up and going on his rampage (after being ordered to do so by Tomura); and even Dabi/Touya choosing this moment to finally strike (because he knew this was when the reveal would do the maximum damage -- when people’s faith in heroes was already wavering) -- every last bit of it can ultimately be traced back to AFO’s desire to steal OFA. which, obviously, makes it AFO’s fault, not Deku’s. but then, Kamino wasn’t actually Katsuki’s fault either. it wasn’t his fault the villains went after him (but he blamed himself anyway), and it wasn’t his fault that people got hurt in the ensuing battle to save him (but he blamed himself anyway).

just. I think we’re underestimating just how strong of an impact all of this likely had on Deku. we haven’t really had the chance to see him process it yet. he’s been too busy, and there have been too many other things going on. but I’m telling you guys, that empty look in his eyes in the final page of the chapter? I can all but guarantee you that at least some of that emotional weight is coming from this.

sure would be nice if he had a friend who knew exactly what that was like, and could help him process the guilt and all of the other associated emotions, just like Deku once helped him. unfortunately I’m not so sure things will be that easy this time around. anyways though let’s move on to a couple of other thoughts and speculations.

2. “...and I bullied him.”

one of my least-favorite BnHA fanfic tropes is the one where the rest of class 1-A somehow finds out about Katsuki and Deku’s history -- i.e. that Katsuki bullied Deku throughout most of their childhood. mind you, it’s not the concept itself that I dislike; it’s mostly how it’s used. a lot of times it’s just an excuse to have all of the other kids turn on Katsuki and ostracize him; either because the author thinks that’s what he deserves, or else so that Deku can eventually come to his rescue and defend him and shame the rest of the class for not seeing how much he’s changed. either way, it’s usually pretty awkward to read, and more often than not the characters are pretty OOC (especially Ochako and Todoroki).

however! there’s a big difference between fanfic and canon, and just because I’m not a fan of this trope in the former doesn’t mean it couldn’t be executed well in the latter. and lately I’ve been thinking about this a lot. mainly for three reasons:

the recent (can we still call it recent?? well whatever) scene where Katsuki confessed to All Might that he used to bully Deku is now one of my favorite scenes in the entire series, and proof that this can be executed well.

both Todoroki and Deku have finally had their respective big secrets revealed to the rest of the class. so like, idk. feels like it just might be secret-revealing season now, you know?

and lastly, as a result of Deku’s secret about OFA finally being revealed, the rest of 1-A now either knows, or can extrapolate, that he used to be quirkless.

and from there, I feel like it’s not all that hard to put two and two together with how terrible Kacchan and Deku’s relationship was when they first started at UA. that’s not a terribly difficult puzzle to solve. so I feel like it might come out anyway, and if so, I’d prefer Bakugou telling them himself, and taking responsibility as part of his atonement process. because we know that he regrets it. we know their relationship has changed. we know that he has changed. and so I think I might like to see this.

alternately, if confessing to the entire class is too much, at the very least I could see him confessing to Shouto, because I’ve always felt like this was one of the big things that made Katsuki so resistant to letting Todoroki call him a friend. because I feel like there’s a part of Katsuki that saw the parallels between Endeavor’s abuse of Shouto and his own bullying of Deku, and thought, he wouldn’t be so quick to call me his friend if he actually knew the truth. and so there’s actually been this roadblock wedged between them this whole time that Shouto doesn’t even know about. because Shouto hates Endeavor. and so it’s not such a leap to assume he’d hate Katsuki too if he knew just how terrible he’d been to Deku when they were younger.

not that I think he actually would! actually I don’t think either of those things is actually true (because Shouto clearly doesn’t hate his father either, in spite of everything that’s happened). but the point isn’t what I think -- the point is what Katsuki thinks. and I really do think there’s a good chance he’s worried about Shouto hating him, and it’s one of the things that’s made him so reluctant to accept his friendship. anyway, so I’m really just rambling now, but you get my point. I don’t know if this is actually going to happen, but it’s a scene I would like to see if Horikoshi decides to indulge me.

3. “...so when you wake up, please give him my best.”

and now, as promised, back to Deku.

ngl guys, when I first saw this image, my immediate thought was that Gran must have died. because I mean, hello, leaving U.A.?? donning himself in his teacher’s old cape?? empty, exhausted look in his eyes?? what else were we supposed to think lol.

but maybe that was an overreaction. because when I think about it more, Gran’s death isn’t strictly necessary in order to push Deku over the edge. first of all, there’s already the whole “hero society is in ruins now because of you” thing I mentioned earlier. but also, there are just so many other things. like, let’s just list them here because omg. what a rough couple of days this kid had.

he was forced to battle TomurAFO and was terribly injured in the process (most of which was his own fault, but he wouldn’t have gone that far with OFA unless he felt like he had no choice)

and it wasn’t just him that was injured, either. in fact, even though he tried to act as bait to keep everyone else safe, he wasn’t able to stop three of the people closest to him from nearly being killed right before his eyes

and of course that last one was especially traumatic, because it was Kacchan, and because he had to watch Kacchan nearly die just to protect him. out of all the things that Deku witnessed in this arc, this might be the one that had the biggest impact on him

he was also basically helpless to do anything to protect Shouto and Endeavor when Dabi showed up. so again, we have this running theme of people he cares about being hurt and him not being able to save them

and he also got sucked into the OFA Interstellar Dream Vortex for a brief spell during the battle, during which he learned that AFO had possessed Tomura. more importantly, he learned that Tomura was Nana’s grandson, a fact which was only briefly touched on during that scene, but which I think wound up being the trigger to the whole avalanche that ended with Deku leaving UA. but more on that in a moment

anyway so just to wrap this all up, the battle eventually ended, Tomura got away despite all of their efforts, and then Deku wound up comatose in the hospital for two days. which brings us to the most recent chapters, during which

Deku learns that he will be the last wielder of OFA, whether he likes or not

Deku learns the identity of the last two mystery OFA users

and then at some point, he wakes up and presumably talks to Gran, and winds up with his cape

something happened during these last two scenes which helped to push Deku over the edge. I won’t delve into the matter of the Second or Third users for now, although most of you already know my suspicions regarding that, and I do think that would fit into the general pattern here (that is, the pattern of Deku feeling more and more strongly that he is putting the people around him in danger, and his fear of losing them becoming so overwhelming that it eventually pushes him to leave).

but that’s not what I want to talk about for now. what I want to talk about is Gran. specifically, what it is that Deku discussed with Gran. and this is where we come back to that reveal I mentioned earlier -- that Tomura is Nana’s grandchild.

basically, what I think happened is that Deku mentioned seeing Nana in the OFA Zany Psychedelic Spirit Void, which led to the topic of Tomura, and the fun fact Deku recently learned about him being related to Nana. this, in turn leads to Gran divulging his various regrets about everything that happened with him and Nana and Kotarou. his intent is to apologize to Deku for placing the burden of their failures on him. unfortunately, the part that Deku actually gets fixated on instead is this:

All for One hunted down and killed Nana’s son (and probably her husband as well), and stole her grandchild and psychologically tortured him into becoming a mass murderer, for no other reason than that Nana had once held OFA

in other words, AFO can and will hurt and kill anyone Deku is close to, anyone who has any kind of connection to him at all, without mercy, and regardless of whether it actually gives him any kind of tactical advantage or not. he’ll do it simply to hurt him. no other reason necessary.

I don’t know about you, but for me that would be a terrifying realization. and for Deku, I think it just might have been the tipping point.

so, let’s recap.

Deku learns that AFO is after him

AFO/Tomura very nearly kills several of Deku’s most important people, including Kacchan

and then he learns that this is just the tip of the iceberg, and realizes that all of their lives are still in danger and will continue to be as long as Deku is AFO’s target

and then add to all of this the misplaced guilt about society already being shambles, and the heroes already having more than enough to worry about. they’re barely holding things together as it is. and we already know how Deku feels about being a burden to them:

and so instead, he leaves. of course he does. in hindsight, I think this was inevitable.

the question is, did anyone else also put the pieces together in time to realize what Deku was planning before he actually left? specifically, did Katsuki, who understands Deku’s self-sacrificial nature better than anyone else, see the signs and put two and two together? like he did back at Jakku?

and if he did, would Deku have been willing to accept his help again?

somehow, I can’t help but think it might not be that easy this time.

anyway, so that was a lot of rambling, lol. sorry about that. I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS about all of this angsty shit. tired nomad Deku needs hugs and comfort and someone to reassure him that he doesn’t have to face this alone, and that everything is going to be all right. HE IS JUST A LITTLE BOY. this is too much, and I cannot handle any of these feels, and oh my god, somebody please help him.

#bnha 306 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #gran torino #bnha meta #deku meta #bakugou meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #long post #bakudeku #todobaku

[outivv]

ok first time requesting, could you make a short diluc and childe angst? like they somehow comment on our trauma and calls us literal names of traumatic stuff? idk i want angst bc im bored

Synopsis: I’m not sure how to word this myself cause you kinda summed it up perfectly

Warnings: mentions of trauma, and bringing up trauma, argument (dilucs part), minor cursing (childes part), Also not proofread!

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: Diluc, and childe

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I’m sorry for getting to this kinda late, I had to think on this for a little while. I wasn’t sure how to… execute it? Mainly because everyone’s trauma is different, and of course I don’t know yours, so to include everyone the writing becomes generic. But! After much contemplation! I think I’ve got it? Maybe… I don’t know, this is a learning experience! So I hope you enjoy, and take care of yourself! <3

Note: I added a little… scenario that’s kinda like… the aftermath? I realized I focused too much on that and got carried away when I finished the thing so… apologies.

— Diluc —

There are two ways I can see this happening. 1. You’re in the middle of a argument and it slipped out. Or 2. He said it thinking he was joking around but when you started getting upset with him he realized his mistake.

Either way it was a accident of sorts. He didn’t mean to upset you, he truly didn’t know that was a touchy subject!

He’ll try to apologize but you’re rightfully upset, so Diluc gets… angry? But sad? Mostly guilty. He feels a plethora of emotions cause he didn’t mean to bring up trauma, he knows very well that can send someone into a bit of a spiral, so he’ll spiral himself. Just a little bit before calming down.

The room that was full of tension, and shouting had now fallen quiet. Diluc sat on the couch and buried his face in his hands. What was wrong with him? He’d brought up something… especially troubling, and called you _____. It was in a moment of pure anger, but he understands why you took a few of your things and left.

You left him alone. A part of his hated you for that, but he also understands why you did that. He was completely out of line, and he knows that. He knows. So why is he still beating himself up. He has no right to feel pity for himself, and yet he feels bad for himself more than he feels bad for what he said.

“It’s selfish.” He muttered. The moonlight shined on his features through the window, at this hour you’d typically be cuddling by the fire, providing Each other warmth to contrast the cold night. But now he’s alone like he should be, he’s always the one who’s alone at the end of it.

— Childe —

I think he said it on purpose, but not? Like he said it and he knows what he said, but he didn’t know how much of a trigger it was for you. If that makes sense?

He’d do it in front of a group, only to be the only one left at the bar, because everyone left him for being an ass.

He’ll try to talk to you only to he ignored. He’s never been so sad in his life, he doesn’t want to lose you, and he feels like he’s about to. So he gets desperate.

The knocks on the door made you want to sink into the ground, you knew it was childe, you knew what he wanted to say. But you didn’t want to listen, you didn’t want to give him your attention, you just wanted to be left alone.

“Y/n please…” he said sadly. You could hear his voice crack a bit. Despite his pitiful words you dare not open that door. The memories of last night coming to mind, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. The names he called you thinking it was all a joke, thinking that he was so fucking funny.

Does he think he’s funny now? Probably not because he’s begging like a dog outside your bedroom. Small sniffles could be heard from the other side. He wasn’t going to get to you. You weren’t going to be guilted by him. You felt like you wanted to sink once more, wanting a sink hole to open right underneath you. But alas you’ll have to face the man outside your door at one point.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin fluff #genshin headers #genshin diluc #genshin childe #childe headcanons #childe angst #childe x gender neutral reader #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc angst #diluc headcanons #diluc fic #childe fic #diluc #childe #diluc imagines #childe imagines #diluc drabbles #childe drabbles #genshin requests #genshin request