#and i was curled up and crying because all around me were this huge black tentacles of some weird absolutely giant menacing squid monster

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Broken headsets

- Chan

Warning: A lot of Angst, slight violence?

Pairing: BangChan x reader.

Summary: where he snaps at you while working.

!Not proofread!

(This is just a trail story, I lost my first story that was actually good ☠️I’m probably going to delete this)

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“Channie?” I call for him. My hands gently rubbing his back while playing with his hair. So soft and messy.

“Mhm” he replies softly. The sound of his fingers typing against the keyboard as his headsets sat around his neck. His brown curls fluffy and everywhere.

His silver hoops sitting perfectly on both his ears and his black shirt tight around his muscle making him look delicious.

“Baby you need to eat something. You’ve been on that computer ever since you got home.” I plead with him.

He needed to eat, he hadn’t eaten all day due to the busy schedule and lack of time on his plate. The mangers were on him 24/7 due to their comeback in a few weeks.

Comeback season meant no time for anything, no time for dates, no time for sitting around, no time for spending time with one another and I hated it. I hate it so much. It made me angry.

“Baby this is really important, I’ll be there in a second.” He quickly says not even bothering to look up.

“Chan you’ve been at it for the past 2 hours, you haven’t even looked at me.” I complain. Yes I wanted attention, shoot me!

“I’ll give you all the attention you want my love, just please let me finish this.”

Sadness fills my heart as I silently put the clothes inside the closet.

A ringing sound in my ear and a tight feeling in my throat.

I was trying not to cry. I refused to cry.

Chan was a workaholic, no doubt in that. His days consisted of waking up early in the morning to head to the JYP building and coming home very late only to do more work. Some nights he wouldn’t come home at all and he knew I didn’t like it so to make my happy, he sometimes would bring me with him to the studio but that was when he thought he wouldn’t be coming home.

Our conversations in the studio normally contained:

“Just 30 more minutes my love”

Or

“I’m almost done”

Or

“I promise this is the last thing.”

He loves his job and he puts 110% in it but that makes him lack in other areas. His health.

Some nights he doesn’t sleep, some days he forgets meals and other days his mental health is the worst but still he doesn’t care because he loves his Job. He loves the boys. He loves Stay.

“Fine.” I sigh. One minute meant 1 hours at this point. I quietly leave the room closing the door behind me. Leaving him in his little world.

The cold tiles sending a shiver up my spine as I walked down the corridor.

“What am I going to do with you Channie?” I whisper to myself while packing up the food.

The dishes in the sink waiting for me to touch them while the laundry basket sat in the living room waiting for me to fold the messy clothes in them.

The house was quiet. The A.C hitting my skin with cold air as I sit on the floor and start folding the clothes one by one.

Berry by my side watching me.

Our apartment wasn’t big but it was huge for two people.

Some days it was a real big hustle to keep everything clean especially when they boys stay over but other days it wasn’t hard to maintain with the help of Chan.

“What am I going to do with your dad Berry?” I sigh again looking at the dog who seemed to be care free.

I grabbed the last set of clothes and walked over to the room. Chan’s back facing me. Not even noticing me in the room.

“Baby..” I call for him as I set down the clothes and start to load them into the closet.

“What Y/n?” He says a little harsh. I roll my eyes, frustration starting to build in my chest but I decide to be the bigger person and ignore his little attitude.

“Baby do you know what we’ll be doing for our 2 year anniversary?” I asked him trying to atleast have a conversation with him.

“I don’t know Y/n. You deal with it I don’t have time. Just tell me how much it is and when it is.”

“When it is?” I ask him obviously taken back.

“Ugh I didn’t mean when it is, I mean when you wanna do it.” He quickly corrects himself and rubs his temples with his fingers.

“Atleast act like you care Chan.” I tell him honestly.

“I’m not starting an argument with you right now so please can I get back to my work?”

“Chan why are you being like this?” Ignoring his request I decide to push because honestly I was tired of it.

“I’m not acting like anything I just want to finish my work in peace.”

“Chan you’re acting so selfish right now!” I say now slightly raising my voice.

“Y/n” he says firm and glaring over at me. What’s the worse he could possibly do?

“Just listen-“ I beg before I’m cut off.

“Y/n i said leave me alone!” His voice booms and the sound of breaking glass fills the room. My body freezes. Hands shaking.

The now broken headsets and mirror laying on the ground.

“Did you just throw that at me?” I ask him in disbelief.

“Babe-“ his body was stood up now and he was reaching out for me. His face filled with panic and guilt.

“Don’t.” I say getting away from his touch. The clothes that were once folded no scattered on the ground. Words refusing to come out of my mouth until I force myself to get up from the floor.

“I-I’m going to leave…” I say softly. My heart hurt and I hope he knew that. I felt the tears that were all built up from frustration, anger and hurt all start to flow down my cheeks.

When would he realize that being with him was starting to slowly ruin me?

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Pt 2 ⬇️

[writemekpop]

Puppy Love (Part 2) | Lee Jeno

Summary: Your cold boyfriend Jeno has switched bodies with your dog Lucky. Will he learn to give you the affection you need before it's too late to save your relationship?

Genre: Established relationship AU, body switch AU, angst, fluff, featuring samoyed Jeno

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This one's a little wackier than our usual fics... (it's similar to a hybrid AU)

Part 1 | Part 2 💚 | Part 3

You heard a crash coming from the living room. You bolted to the room, Lucky by your feet. You gasped when you saw that the mirror was smashed. 

But what was more shocking was what your boyfriend Jeno was doing.

Jeno – or at least, Jeno’s human body - was facing away from you in the corner of the room, one leg hiked up onto the sofa. His sweatpants were down at his ankles, and you could see his muscled naked butt…

To your horror, Jeno was peeing onto the carpet.

“Jeno what the hell are you doing!”

At the sound of your voice, Jeno turned around, pants still down, spraying pee everywhere.

You could have fainted from the shock.

Lucky the dog was looking at you as if to say – do you believe me now?

When Lucky was a puppy, he always used to pee in that exact corner of the room. Your head started to spin, surely, they couldn’t have switched bodies?

The human Jeno ran towards you, pants still round his ankles, a huge lopsided grin on his face.

“Naughty boy!” you scolded, pulling up his boxers and pants so that he was decent again.

You bit your lip. It was time to try something.

You looked Jeno, and said, “Lucky, sit!”

Your boyfriend Jeno promptly sat down on the floor, cross legged. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and his black eyes were scrunched up.

Your mouth dropped open. “Holy shit.”

You flopped down onto the couch. “Holy fuck! Oh my god!”

Lucky jumped onto the couch and rested his head near your leg. He let out a low whine.   

Your voice was quiet. “If you’re really Jeno stuck in Lucky’s body, then…  prove it.” Lucky lifted his head up, looking at you quizzically. You looked at the books laid out on the coffee table. “Umm… which one of these books is written by Avni Doshi?”

Lucky jumped onto the table and pressed his wet nose on the correct book. You gasped. Dogs couldn’t understand humans like that. Dogs couldn’t read!

“Oh my god, it’s really you. This is actually happening!” you cried. Lucky barked, wagging his tail. Finally, he’d gotten through to you.

You slumped down on the couch. “So this whole time… I thought my boyfriend was being affectionate… but it was really my dog in my boyfriend’s body! Oh my god, we were on the couch and my clothes were off and we almost had sex-“

The dog let out a low rumbling growl. Your heart jumped – was Jeno… jealous?

The thought of Jeno being jealous made your entire body tingle with delight. But you pushed it away. There was no time for that now.

“How are we gonna switch you back?” You jumped up, nerves dancing. “Should we call someone? A doctor? The police? An exorcist? Oh my god!”

It was as if a flood gate opened, and suddenly, you started to cry. It started out as little sobs, but then soon you were full on wailing, your body shaking with the effort. You curled up into a ball on the floor and hid your head in your hands. This day had been too overwhelming.

You felt soft fur nuzzling against your arm. And then a wet nose, and soft wet lick. Without thinking, you opened your arms and embraced the dog. After all, for the last three years, you were more used to cuddling the pup than your boyfriend.

You buried your face into the soft golden fur, but then you froze. Because this wasn’t your loyal dog Lucky comforting you right now… it was your boyfriend Jeno in Lucky’s body.

You unwrapped your arms from him, skin prickling with awkwardness. Your boyfriend Jeno rarely comforted you with a hug. If you were sad, he’d tell you to toughen up.

You stood up and brushed yourself off, cheeks warming. “It’s late, maybe we should just go to sleep. I’ve got the day off tomorrow, and we can figure out how to switch you back then.”

The dog nodded. It was still slightly creepy how human like he was acting now.

You couldn’t decide who should take the dog bed and who should take the real bed, so it ended up being the three of you – you, Jeno and Lucky, all squished together on your bed.

Jeno’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, making butterflies course through you. But you had to remember – this was just your dog; it was not your boyfriend.

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When you woke up the next morning, you were alone.

You rubbed your eyes sleepily. “Jeno? Lucky?” you called, with no response.

Maybe yesterday was all a dream. But then, you touched your chest and felt the beginnings of a love bite – one that your dog in your boyfriend’s body had given you. You shuddered at the memory.

You put on your silk robe and went downstairs.

You went straight to the doggie crate and saw Lucky, fast asleep. You frowned, was Lucky back to normal, or was Jeno still stuck there?

You walked into the living room, and that’s when you spotted Jeno. He was standing on the other end of the room, arms crossed, staring out into the garden.

“Jeno?” you called...

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[louloulemons-posts]

can you do a eddie fic where gets cursed by vecna or whatever and eddie is the only one with reader if you already havent? its alright if not though

Heaven

Eddie X Reader

Word Count : 0.6k

Warnings : Not proofread, 4am writing (she’s back 👹) vecna, billy, reader feels guilt, fluffy ending, like minor angst, petnames.

A/N : i’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve had the worst writers block, but hopefully i’m back now with many fics to come. Enjoy!

- Lou 🫶🏻

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It couldn't end like this, you refused to let it end like this. Your head had been pounding for days, your nose running regularly, the inability to sleep had become a regular. It was just like Chrissy.

Vecna had targeted you, taking you back to the horrific things you'd experienced because of the upside down before. The demogorgons, demodogs, the night at the mall you so wished you could forget.

Your vision has gone fuzzy. Where were you?

The mall?

No that wasn't possible.

"Hello?" you called out.

There was no answer, nothing at all.

"Hello?"

"Y/N."

Jumping and turning quickly you saw, well you could only assume it was Vecna. The monster walked towards you.

"Please," you said softly.

"It's time. I can take it all away. How you left Max without a brother, the guilt you feel for him pushing you out of the way. Poor poor Billy," he taunted, his voice deep and vile.

Your skin was full of goosebumps, as you stepped back and hit something. Turning, you saw a familiar face.

"Billy?"

His big blue eyes were glossy, his skin covered in sickly black veins, covered in a thick layer of sweat.

“Billy I-“

“You did this,” he said, voice angry but face so numb of emotion.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” your eyes filled with tears, you didn’t want him to die for you.

“You just wanted Max for yourself, you’d always wanted a sister. So why not take mine right!” he shouted, pushing you back towards Vecna.

“No! No I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!” you cried.

“Liar!” he shoved you down on to the floor, the skinless beast grinned from above you.

“It’s time.”

His long fingers came towards you, grabbing hold of your face. “No!” you screamed kicking your legs to get away.

He was too strong. “No please! Please! Someone help!” you sobbed.

“Nobody can save you now Y/N, nobody but me. You let out a cry, this was how it was going to end. This was it.

You didn’t even get to say goodbye. To your friends. Your family. Eddie. Oh Eddie. Your sweet boy.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

Oh thinkin’ about all our younger years

There was only you and me

We were young and wild and free

What was that?

You began to struggle again, wriggling your wrists against the vines that had appeared around them.

Vecnas eyes had rolled to the back of his head, meaning he didn’t notice when yours came swinging forward, headbutting him away.

The shock knocked him back, giving you time to wiggle out of the vines. Ripping them off you, you were up and sprinting towards an opening.

It looked like Eddies trailer. “Eddie!” You called out, seeing the familiar brown curls.

Baby your all that I want now

When you’re lyin’ here in my arms

I’m finding it hard to believe

We’re in heaven

You ran and ran, feeling the ground shake beneath you and heard a violent scream from the monster behind.

Large rocks began falling in your path and the ground began to crumble beneath your feet.

You had to make it, had to get back to him.

Now are dreams are comin’ true

Through the good times and the bad

Yeah I’ll be standin’ there by you, oh!

A large rock lifted behind you and before you’d even thought about it you were launching yourself over it and through to the trailer. To the boy you loved.

With a loud gasp of breath your body fell into Eddies arms. His huge frame wrapping around you, holding you to his chest.

“Thank god you’re okay,” he spoke into your hair, leaving a kiss there. He pulled back holding your face in his hands.

“I know I spoke badly about Bryan Adams, but he’s now my favourite artist ever.”

“Even more than Metallica?”

He let out a laugh, “Baby he saved your life.”

“No, Edward Munson, you did.” Standing on your tip toes you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Baby.”

You’re all that I want

You’re all that I need

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Thank you so much for reading!

Please leave any requests 🤍

[princess-tulip-writes]

Heyaa! I was reading your azriel x bimbo reader stuff and I was wondering if you could do the same sort of thing but with Cassie? I just feel like he’d thrive with a dumb little mate who cares more about her lipgloss than knowing how to read 😩😩I can just imagine Cassian trying to calm reader down after throwing a temper tantrum because of a bad hair day or running out of her fav perfume��😂 btw I love your writing! It gives me life, whenever I’m sad I’ll come and read your fics and it immediately cheers me up ily! 💞💞

i think i'm going to make an actually imagine out of this one! i hope that's okay :)

it was the most monday of all mondays; you woke up late without a kiss goodbye from cassian, the overnight curlers in your hair didn't work correctly, there wasn't enough tea left for your morning cup and your lash glue refused to dry. it was already two in the afternoon, yet you were still hunched over your vanity trying to get ready for the day with frustrated tears leaking down your cheeks, leaving a black mascara streak in it's wake– which only made you cry harder.

by two thirty, you were a hysterical puddle on your bedroom floor, hoping your mate would arrive home soon to take care of you and fix everything like he always had.

a hiccuped sob fell past your lips as you analyzed a strand of the flat curls, discouraged that the hair you had planned the night before didn't work out, and your heart dropped at the reality.

"i wanted to look pretty today." you whined to yourself.

teary eyed, you looked up at the messy vanity, taking in the scattered makeup that covered surface and sighed deeply at the sight. the last thing you wanted to do right now was clean, let alone in front of a mirror to be reminded of your crappy appearance.

so instead, you stayed put, curled up in a little ball as you cried until your mate came home.

a gust of wind breezed against your back, the bare skin raising goosebumps as you shiver softly.

it had been hours now since you got up or did anything other than cry and hug yourself tightly, seeking the comfort from something other than the empty house. but now, you could feel it, could feel him close by and your bond sung happily inside of your chest.

heavy footsteps sounded from downstairs, and you knew the sound all too well.

"i'm home, sweetheart."

you sniffled as you stood on wobbling legs, anxious to just run into his huge arms and cry to him to fix everything.

"where are you, pretty girl?"

the sound of loud steps echoed through the halls as cassian made his way upstairs, guessing that if you didn't greet him at the door, you were busy doing something else in the bedroom– most likely touching up your makeup or hair.

"in–" hiccup. "here."

he frowned at the fragile state of your voice and his wings hung ever so slightly behind him as he formulated a plan to solve whatever it was that you needed, no matter how difficult.

you stayed put standing at the edge of the bed shyly as your tears continued falling freely down your flushed face as he neared the room, his heavy feet quickly stomping into the hallway.

within moments, cassian's broad figure appeared in the doorway, sweaty from training with a soft furrow in his brow as he took in your shaking body.

"princess, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

he stepped into the room without hesitation and immediately made his way to you. the second his rough hands caressed your wet cheeks as he attempted to direct your eye contact to his own, you couldn't help it and you threw yourself into his chest, letting it all out for him as his arms wrapped around you tightly and rested his chin on your head in comfort.

"it's okay, baby." he soothed, stroking the top of your head gently as he spoke into your hair. "i'll fix it, don't worry. everything'll be okay."

"b-b-but, my ha-ir is ruined."

cassian fought back a chuckle at your lack of faith that he could once again, fix your hair. it seemed that no matter how many times he had doctored up failed attempts, you always assumed they couldn't be helped. how adorable, he thought.

"oh, it's not that bad." he said. "just needs a little help perking up, is all. i could fix it in no time."

you sniffled as your sobs slowed down at his reassurance, and you glanced at his face momentarily.

"r-really?" you asked, and it took everything in the male not to kiss your raw cheeks until you shooed him off. "you really think it's not that ba-d?"

he smiled and nodded before taking a strand between his fingers, stroking the soft bunch with his thumb softly.

"nah, you could actually just wear it like this to dinner and no one would be able to tell; not even mor." he was lying of course, the second in command would definitely be able to notice, but you didn't have to be aware of that.

you sniffled once more before slightly lifting your head off of his chest in hope. the new position caused you to get a clear look at his face and the string connecting your souls pulsed at the sight of him. a faint smile grazed his lips at the shared feeling down the bond as he finally gazed into your teary eyes.

"you-you promise?"

cassian chuckled softly, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your cheek, although the feeling felt safe to you– like home.

"i promise, my princess." he said before placing a soft kiss to your crown. "always."

[onebloodsoakedlion]

DISCLAIMER: This is a FAKE post that I made using Inspect Element. You will not find this on r/traumatizeThemBack. Also, u/GoldenFlame1999 is just a name I made up and if that's an actual user, please don't annoy them with this fake post.

This is about my Poképasta Lost and Stolen, so if you haven't read that, you may not understand. Gold is OP, Crystal is basically his sister and the edgy kid is... just some edgy nihilist that I made up on the spot.

Alt text under the cut:

Title: You insist on talking to me about death? I'll tell you about death!

Flair: [matched energy]

Body Text:

I just found this subreddit thanks to a friend of mine and I figured that this seems like the best place to share something that happened to me when I was 12 years old.

Prof. Elm had taken my sister and I to Sinnoh so we could catch some Pokémon for the National Dex. Not only did that mean new places to explore, but we weren't as well-known there - it would be nice to have a break from all the fame that came with beating the Indigo League.

As I had hoped, most of the people there were pretty chill. They weren't all over us like a pack of excited Growlithes. And the few that did know us didn't make a huge fuss about it.

But there just had to be this one person getting on my nerves. Some stupid edgy teenager with a team of spooky edgy Dark-Types challenged me to a battle. I wiped the floor with his Pokémon and got the prize money, so that should've been the end of it. But no, he asked me to hang around because he wanted to tell me something reeeeeeeeaaaaaaally important. Me: Sure, what is it? Him: Did you know that death is inevitable? Yeah, that's right - you're going to die. And eventually, every single achievement, no matter how noteworthy, will be forgotten. Me: Yeah, that's great, but can you please leave me alone?

But this bastard just does not stop and as I try to just walk away, he grabs me by the arm and pulls be back towads him. He tells me that he hasn't finished speaking and that he has so much more to tell me about the inevitability of death and the futility of my actions and that I should quit "chasing fame" because it will never be worth it in the end.

As you probably know, I'm actually no stranger to death. I am one of the victims of the Kanto-Johto Remake Incident, which had only been resolved mere months before the trip to Sinnoh happened. what happened to me during the incident was fresh on my mind and with some of the perpetrators still out there with the intention of killing me, I was on edge.

So I told this fuckass kid that I had something to say, too: "Did you know that when you die, you just go straight to Hell. There, a bunch of demonic Unown slowly tear your limbs off, drain the colour from your body and clothes, then leave you in a black void with nothing to do but relive twisted, nightmarish versions of your own memories. Wanna know how I know? Because I'm Pokémon Trainer Gold, one of the victims of the Kanto-Johto Remake Incident."

This boy goes completely pale and clammy and he backs off slowly, clutching his Gengar's Pokéball in his trembling hands, muttering something along the lines of "Gods, I forgot about that incident..." before curling into a ball and crying. Man it felt satisfying to see that brat get a taste of the trauma that he insisted on making me relive.

[toodleloos]

“do I look different?”

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A question ive heard from almost everyone ive known. Including myself. They look in a mirror, dreading the way they look. The way they sound. The way they act.

But how could a kid possibly hate how they look?

“I’m too skinny. im too fat. I wish I was brunette. Or maybe blond. I wish I had curls like her, I wish my hair was straighter than a ruler.”

“If I throw myself on a field, waving my abs around. Am I macho? Or cool? Call a gay kid a slur? Maybe it’ll hide my obvious interest in men.”

Highschoolers are fake. The hallways? Filled with drama, and chaos. The moment I turned 13 I knew my life was over. I had to care about being cool, or liking this or liking that or liking her. Sometimes my head hurts because he’s so handsome, and she’s so gorgeous.

“Just don’t be gay. That’s weird.”

I’m weird.

Change your hair. Fix your attitude. Why do you dress like that? Your stupid. Your fat. No, you’re skinny. Oh fuck, now you’re fat and stupid!

But.

Have you eaten lately?

“You look different now.”

“You’re different.”

I know im different. You remind me. They remind me.

I look around at my classmates. Blonde, brunette, black, white, tan. Girls, boys, trans guys and girls.

Why the fuck does it matter if she screwed that guy? Or if he lost his virginity. Why does it matter if that girl wants to be a guy? Or that guy wants to be a girl?

There is so much hate.

We’re only kids. we can’t be kids forever. Don’t you listen to your parents? Enjoy your youth. Don’t cause drama. You say you listen, yet there are still huge numbers in suicide cases for teenagers. And what are the teachers doing? The parents? Adults that are supposed to protect us from this.

Keep us safe.

“I can’t stop crying. I’m so hungry but mom says I’ll be skinny soon.”

Why is it that we revolve everything around weight? Let me give you an example. A mother has twins. They’re healthy. One just.. puts on a little more weight. Instead of helping, do you know what her mother says?

“You’re so fat.”

And it starts. The disorder. Yes, she loses weight. Becomes “popular” with the girls and the jocks and she’s finally happy?

Throwing up your food makes you happy?

You can have so much sex. Drink so much booze. Smoke a shit ton of weed. But let’s face the facts.

we’re just kids and the world is laughing at us.

Don’t you remember? Climbing up on daddy’s lap, laughing, unaware of the cruel ass world. But— even then. We were so mean.

���I know my dad, do you?”

“My mom said your dad cheated on your mom and left. Hah! So funny!”

“My mom and dad said they loved eachother, so why do they fight?”

“My dad hit me last night. He said it was an accident. He smelled funny.”

“My mom looks at me weird after dad left.”

“I don’t see my parents much.”

I don’t think they notice, they shape our lives. They just like to criticize and criticize. And when we break. They yell at us and break us down. Like we’re the ones in the wrong.

“Depression isn’t real.”

“Teenagers are so exhausting.”

“So dramatic.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

To them, we are nothing if we complain. If we feel pain, or cry, or hurt. We’re dramatic because we never went through their struggle. Oh no. It’s not like we’re a whole new generation. No! We’re just dumb kids.

I don’t blame them. Their parents weren’t exactly uh.. stable. So they grow around this hate, pass that hate to us. And they wonder why we hate coming home. Why we HATE hearing,

“oh your just like your dad! You look so much like your mom!”

I spend hours. Changing myself. Taking nice pictures.

hey. I think I like this guy.

I should totally go for it, right?

They date. Everything was bliss. Then a random text.

“Hey, can you send?”

What? Send what?

“Nudes. Duh.”

I’ve never done that. she says.

“Don’t be a fucking baby.”

I’m with family.

“Just go in your bathroom.”

she did it of course. We all want validation. We crave it. Even if it will kill us. I don’t get the appeal.

I don’t get the appeal of being an asshole. Forcing yourself onto people, forcing them to vape or send weird pictures or.. kill themselves. Just don’t be a dick!

Be a kid.

I’m tired of the voices screaming at me, saying I suck. I’m an idiot.

I know!

They call me names, I go home and.. the feeling swallows me up. It’s the same thing over and over again. The same cycle. I’m tired of it! I want to be different! I want to look different.

why can’t I be DIFFERENT?!

I feel panic swallow me whole. The only thing I can hear is my ac wind blowing. Everything else is gone. And im.. okay.

Moral of the story? Be kind.

Oh! One last thing. I just need an opinion.

“Do I look different?”

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[nightki11er]

A failed experiment.

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Object name: C-687R

The name of the object: Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray.

Object number: 687.

Is in a loving relationship with the object: T-079R and J-1087R.

Danger: catostrophic.

So far, this object is in camera C-6. This camera represents... Freedom. This is the territory of the Ray family's house surrounded by an iron fence. This object is allowed to go out into the outside world, because in a calm state it does not cause any harm. We recommend that you do not anger him. Also known as the "Strangler from the Lake".

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Stan read the document again and turned his gaze to the huge white camera, closed from all sides. Inside it was a creature resembling a huge werewolf mixed with a demon. He was at rest now, curled up around his daughter, Glenda. Going to the window, he saw how the fur of the beast, if it could be called that, stood up and a faint growl was heard, warning that the observer had entered the territory of the demon. Chucky pricked up his ears, covering the little red ball even more with his fluffy and long tail. Claws were out and teeth were bared, waiting for a sharp attack. The discharge. The howl of the poor werewolfdemon was sharply heard and immediately he collapsed, unable to get up. Glenda could only watch her father being tortured with fear in her eyes and tears on her face. It wasn't the first time for Chucky, so he soon opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with despair, but he wasn't going to give up.

"Heh, still alive?"

Stan asked, examining the monster from each side. Through the glass, it was perfectly visible how the chest was going down and up.

"You people are just creatures."

The older redhead said in a low voice.

"You could have just killed me, but you didn't."

The man with maroon hair grinned and walked away from the observation window. Soon, distant footsteps were heard. He pricked up his big tattered ears once more, and Chucky looked at his daughter. It was a kind look. Glenda only tucked her tail under her more tightly and snuggled up to her father. The youngest felt her father's slightly rough tongue and a quiet hoarse voice.

"Everything will be fine, no need to cry."

The redhead looked into her father's eyes. Chucky's big paw pushed Glenda up to her muzzle and Glenda leaned her muzzle on her father's muzzle. So they fell asleep.

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Camera T-0. Tiffany and Glen were in it.

"Are these objects dangerous?"

A black-haired man in a white lab coat and glasses on the bridge of his nose asked.

“No. Recently, the T-079R object has been playing with the G-209R object."

Another observer answered the question.

"Good."

Glen was like his father and sister. He was a werewolf fused with a demon. But in childhood, these signs do not appear in any way. It's only when they're furious that their demonic nature comes out. Glen was a safe target, just like his mother. They played all the time, slept together, and sometimes, for good behavior, Chucky was even allowed to see his family for a while. On the other hand, his father and sister were not safe. They always reacted aggressively when someone from the laboratory approached their family member. But so far, everything has been quiet.

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Should I do the 2nd part?

[blogaboo]

Find Me: Miraculous Fantasy AU! Chapter Two

Plot: Marinette sneaks into the masquerade ball celebrating Prince Adrien's coronation and she shares a dance with him. They develop a spark between them but get separated when a giant monster tears apart the castle! Marinette must search for him as she travels across the country. Along her travels, she meets a vigilante hero, the Black Cat! In her search for her prince, she gains magic powers from the fae and must use the help of her fine friend on a quest to save the kingdom from peril as monsters emerge.

Word Count: 1,090 (2,746 total)

AO3 Link: here

Chapter One: here

Marinette takes a break in the deep dark woods. She sits on a log in a forest clearing and begins to sob. Lost, no food, no clean clothes. Her dress is ruined. “I made a huge mistake, and now I will never get home. I am going to die here.” Marinette curls into a ball and rocks back and forth as she hugs her knees to her chest. 

“Don’t cry.” a gentle voice appears. Marinette looks up and sees a red glowing light in front of her. A fairy! “My name is Tikki, let me help you. I can show you the path you are looking for, I just need something from you.” 

“What… What is it?” 

“I need you to wear these earrings. With these, you will be guided by the fae and you will be able to see our way. If you accept my offer, I will become a companion on your journey.” The fairy holds out a set of earrings to Marinette

Marinette reaches out with a shaky hand and takes them from the small fairy. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” She puts them in her ears and she can see more fairies around her. 

“No, thank you, Marinette. Without you, I would have been killed. You protected me when you were a young girl from a fairy hunter. My name is Tikki, and I have watched over you since you were a young girl. Let me help you Marinette.” 

She reaches out a finger to the small fairy and it gently reaches its hand against her pointer finger. “Tikki, thank you. I don’t want to be lost anymore.” Tikki leads Marinette along with some of the other fairies out of the woods and close to a nearby town. She is able to rest at a tavern and get some new clothes. On her second day, she searches for Adrien across town but cannot find him. When she was lost, she was in the woods for about a week, even though she didn’t feel it. The earrings allow Tikki protection as she can hide inside of them because they are enchanted.

Marinette walks through the village’s market sale when her coin purse gets snatched out of her hands by a thief. “Hey! Give that back-” She chases after the thief but he is too fast. “Help, someone stop him! He's got my money!” Marinette tries her best to keep up but she ends up tripping into someone and she loses sight of the crook. 

Just then, her coin bag lands in front of her. She looks up and sees a figure dressed in all black with a mask covering his face. “Here you are, milady.” He offers her a hand to help her up and she accepts but scoffs at him.

“Thank you…” 

“No worries, be more careful next time.” He winks at her and saunters off. She cannot help but huff and tuck her purse in the pocket of her dress. “Come on Tikki, let's go search for Adrien.” 

Marinette searches all throughout the village until the sun sets. “Maybe he left already? Guess I should wait for him to come back…” She makes her way back to the inn. She doesn’t have enough money after getting a change of clothes so she will have to work for her keep. Good thing she knows how to cook and clean. 

She sits down in the tavern attached to the inn and gets some food for herself and Tikki. It's been a while since she was able to sit down and enjoy a nice meal. As she eats she spots a familiar figure in all black- the vigilante from earlier! The tavern is filled with lively chatter and the smell of rising bread. Laughter rings throughout the wooden dining hall and candles illuminate the area. 

Marinette tries to hide but he takes notice of her and comes over- great. “So… are you following me around now that I saved you?” 

“Excuse you? You did not save me and I am not following you!” Marinette stood up out of her seat. 

“Oh… good. I actually get a lot of fans looking for me. I am sorry for disturbing you. Can I join you?” He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

“If you must,” Marinette sits back down and he sits across from her. “What's with the… get up?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Your outfit? The whole hero thing?” 

“Oh, you haven’t heard of me? I’m the Black Cat! I keep the streets clean and I always take out the trash!” He flexes his arms proudly. 

Marinette bursts out laughing. “The Black Cat? Where's your cat ears then, Chat Noir? And your tail!” 

He frowns, “Do you really think I need cat ears?” 

“Well, if you’re naming yourself after a cat, yes! I think you would certainly establish a better reputation.” 

He huffs and flags down a wench to get some food. “So, what brings you to Mansfield?”

“I’m looking for someone, we got separated when the castle got attacked. He told me he would meet me here but I was lost for a long time. I finally got here and I can’t find him.” She takes a bite of her food and absent-mindedly fidgets with her fork. 

“Oh! What does your friend look like? Maybe I’ve seen him.” 

“He has blond hair, green eyes, he isn’t very tall… His name is Adrien. Have you seen him?” 

Chat Noir glances over at Marinette, “No, unfortunately, I have not. I am sure you will find him soon. He can’t be far.” 

Marinette nods her head and rests her head on her hand. “I hope he's okay.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. I bet he's thinking of you, you’ll be reunited soon. What's your name?” 

“I’m Marinette. Will you tell me who you really are?” He stares at her for a second. Her dark hair was messy and unkempt. She hasn’t slept or bathed in days but her eyes were as beautiful as the last time he saw her. He didn’t want it to be her, but here she is. 

“No, sorry. I like to keep an air of mystery. The last time I revealed myself to a girl she ran away. Maybe one day,” He stands up from the table. He bows to her, “adieu, m’lady.” He takes his leave and his food from out of the server’s hands. How odd. 

“See you around, kitty.” She calls. She finishes her food and turns in for the night. 

[vidantlesombre]

nightmare

the floorboards creak beneath me when I move, so I jump and imagine I can make the walls shatter. This is childish, since second floor ceilings are not puddles, and I get vertigo when I cross a bridge.

There is a bridge which crosses a highway that is on my walk home. I have to concentrate on not thinking when I go over it, and I was surprised when my sibling, visiting for a few days. 

‘Really? You’re scared?’

When we were kids people always thought Max was the most scared of the two. Because Max was the one with nightmares, they’d wake up shaking and crying sometimes every night. Sometimes, because we shared a room, it would wake me up, too. But there was nothing to do or say. They couldn’t hear me anyway, and the only thing that soothed them was when my mother or father came and cradled them back to sleep. 

There was something about them being bigger than us, being adults in a world where we were always confined to the children’s side, a protected area that promised innocence and smiles. There’s so much people will forgive you for, when you’re under ten.

When we stayed with Grandma, Max liked me in the room, too, because sometimes they’d get scared. It’s difficult to wake up from a nightmare and not have someone there.

I have wondered since then if they were my dream catcher. I never had nightmares, not until we separated, when I was around eleven. That was the first nightmare I ever remember. 

Then again, when I was eighteen. I had vivid dreams which woke me in the middle of the night. Outside the air was so hot you could barely breathe it in, and inside you shivered from the air conditionning, which I often turned off. I remember my skin shining in blue moonlight as I remembered dreams. 

I had three dreams worth mentionning. Max always had the same nightmare, something I imagined a play land with huge blocks, and I think they were trying to look for us all, Mum and me, and we died. 

My three dreams felt stranger than that. There was one where a man cheated on his wife, and she saw him at the end of the road kissing her goodbye. But the wife had given her all to this man, had worshipped him enough to give up her independence and her own right mind. They lived in a three storey house, her husband, her child and him. And so on the festival day, when the grey slabbed square was full of people and the fog curled in with smoke, she took the gun from a secret cabinet and went out and shot into the crowd. She shot down her little girl, was around three years old, running around in a red coat. In the dream, I was the little girl. But I was also the mistress, and the wife.

I had another dream where I ran around Paris and was followed by a slightly gaunt, overly loving boyfriend. The boyfriend looked like a Tim Burton character, all gaunt and black and white. We went to a party, and realised we hadn’t dressed up appropriately, everyone else was in a Hello Kitty costume, so we were leant two costumes and slipped them on and went in. Then we left and he chased me, and i laughed in his face while he tried to hug me.

I can’t really remember the last dream, but I know it was a nightmare.

[astalight]

The ball was over, which meant that soon everyone would go home. High-speed cars were screeching away from the huge building, sparkling with light, and among this crowd of guests and cars were Asta and Miranda.

Just a couple of moments later, they, terribly tired, were already driving home. The eldest was thinking about something of her own, as was her student, but their thoughts were different. Miranda was thinking about who she had seen, what they had told her, she was silently assessing the tastes of new and old acquaintances, and Asta was struggling with endless regret inside herself.

Once home, the girl first of all wandered into the room. Silently she sat down on the bed, pulled her knees under her, pressed her ears to her head and buried her face in her legs with a groan. Her heart was still pounding and her blood was running cold.

— Why are you suffering? — Miranda entered the room. Shaking the drops of water from her palms, she sat down opposite Asta, - Are you really not going to like the ball?

— No, the ball would be wonderful. It's just unusual because of so many people, you know.

The girl turned to face her mentor, and she, quietly chuckling, shook her head. A sly smile spread across her face, and her amber eyes began to look with a squint — she knows.

— But it seems to me that the problem is not the crowd at all, — catching Asta's uncomprehending look, Miranda sighed, — Isn't it that girl?

— What?! No! — an indignant cry echoed off the walls, — Don't talk such nonsense.

— Yeah? Well, as you wish. Okay, rest. Tomorrow for the first class.

— I remember. Good night.

The door closed with a quiet click, and Asta, sighing loudly, leaned back on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling, painted with stars, and wondered - is it really NOT about this girl?

Transferring herself to a couple of hours earlier, Asta again felt a thrill in her chest. There was a crowd of bright and dark silhouettes around, noise was hitting her ears, and the smell of many expensive colognes and champagne was in her nose. Everything merged into one canvas, a nasty impulse hit her brain even through the implants, and she wanted to sit down somewhere as soon as possible. But suddenly her gaze stopped on an elegant silhouette. A tall, beautiful, curvy woman was standing somewhere at the other end of the hall, chatting sweetly with someone else. Her large breasts, wide hips and legs were covered in a black dress. Silky curls of hair fell over her eyes.

Suddenly a shudder ran through her body, and Asta immediately turned away. She found a place to sit down and again began to look at the stranger in the distance. Her horn was shining brightly, and now it seemed that it was shining brighter than the others, and her dress looked darker than those of those standing nearby. Trying to tear her eyes away from the girl, Asta stared at the floor. Not all her efforts were in vain, but until the end of the ball, the image of the beauty did not leave her thoughts. As well as after the event.

And now Asta is lying in her room and moaning. Regrets that she did not go up to her - what would have happened? Regrets that she did not find out her name. That she stopped looking at her...

But, in the end, all this has absolutely no meaning - the session and the test with Miranda are coming up. And all this is much more important than some beautiful ladies at the Gala Ball in honor of someone's anniversary. Right?

"But everything could have been different... Everything could have been LIKE THIS."

/ Sorry for the mistakes, I used a translator 😭

[kuramirocket]

A Kit in Trouble

Brackenfoot curled his lip as he pusher through the broad, sticky plants that grew along the Thunderpath that bordered ShadowClan's territory. He didn't share his Clanmates' taste for monster-kill, and the stench and the noise coming from the strip of black stone made him blind and deaf to everything else. He waited for the roar of the monsters to fade, then bounded onto the narrow strip of foul-smelling grass.

Archeye was sniffing at some crumpled gray and white feathers lying on the edge of the Thunderpath. "Looks like we might be able to take some pigeon home," he commented.

It won't tase of pigeon, thought Brackenfoot. It'll taste burned and bitter, like licking a monster's paw.

To his relief, Hollyflower wrinkled her nose. "There's not enough meat left to bother with," she told Archeye.

The still, hot air was ruffled by the sound of a growl; Brackenfoot spun around, expecting to see a curious dog that had broken away from it's Twoleg. But nothing stirred on ShadowClan's hunting grounds. Then Hollyflower yowled, "Fox!"

Brackenfoot stiffened. A red-brown creature with the familiar pointed snout was standing among the ferns on the far side of the Thunderpath, in ThunderClan's territory. The fox's fur bristled along its back, and it held its head low.

"Is it stalking us?" Archeye whispered.

"Foxes don't hunt full-grown cats," Crowclaw whispered back. "Not unless they're starving."

Brackenfoot peered closer. There was something trembling on the very edge of the Thunderpath, directly across from them. "It's not interested in us," he hissed. "It's found some much easier prey." The lump of fluff looked like young rabbit or perhaps a very fat vole.

"Thunderclan won't like having a fox stealing their fresh-kill," Archeyevcommented gleefully.

"That's not fresh-kill!" Hollyflower burst out. "That's a kit!" She sprang onto the Thunderpath before the other cats could stop her and raced across to stand over the tiny kit. "Get away!" she spat at the fox.

Archeye glanced sideways at Brackenfoot. "I suppose we'd better join in before she loses both her ears," he muttered.

Brackenfoot sighed. Yes, all kitd had to be protected whichever Clan they came from, but this kit was still on its own territory! Couldn't they wait for a ThunderClan patrol to come to the rescue?

Clearly not. Hollyflower was advancing on the fox, putting herself between it and the kit. Protecting another Clan's kit was one thing; saving your denmate from being savaged was another.

Side by side, Brackenfoot and Archeye pelted across the hot black stone, screeching a battle cry. The fox jumped back and growled, baring long pointed fangs.

"You don't scare us!" Hollyflower yowled. She lashed out with her claws unsheathed and drew her paw back clogged with reddish hair. The fox snapped at her, it's breath foul as crow-food.

Brackenfoot reared up onto his hind legs and swiped with both front paws, catching the fox on its ears. At the same time, Archeye ducked low and ran at its snout, striking as he shot past. The fox shook its head, scattering scarlet drop from its muzzle.

"Go, warriors go!" squealed the ThunderClan kit. Brackenfoot had almost forgotten it was there. He aimed one more blow at the fox before dropping to all four paws and springing backward, out of range of the cracking jaws. The fox snarled once more, then turned tail and vanished into the undergrowth.

"Wow! You were great!" called the kit. "The way you sliced his nose! And swiped his ears! I wish I could fight like that!" the kit continued.

Brackenfoot padded forward. "What's your name?"

The kit gazed up at him with huge amber eyes. "Tigerkit" he meowed.

"Well, Tigerkit, one day you will be able to fight like us, if you listen to your mentor and train really hard. But you shouldn't even be out of your camp. What if we hadn't seen you? The fox would have made fresh-kill out of you!"

"But he didn't!" Tigerkit gloated, bouncing on his toes. "Because you saved me!"

Brackenfoot realized there was no sense to this mouse-brained tuft of fur. "Just be more careful from now on," he growled. Then, nodding to his Clanmates, he led them back across the Thunderpath.

The kit watched them go, stretching his neck to keep them in. "May StarClan walk your path!" he sqeaked. "Thanks for rescuing me! ShadowClan will always be my friends! One day I'll help you, too!"

- Code of the Clans by Erin Hunter

[skenpiel]

god i had a really fucking terrifying dream where lovecraft once made ideas on what horrifying deep sea creatures exist and that well never see, and they each got more terrifying and larger the deeper you went and while learning about them i got like, pulled down and engulfed by each one of these beings each way fucking more horrifying than the last

[messers-moony]

Nothing Left | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Everything crashes within seconds and Sirius doesn’t know where to go. 

Everything went downhill so fucking fast. How was that even possible? Everything was perfectly fine a year ago, but it seems that within that year, everything had collapsed onto the helpless boy. It was like being beneath a crumbling concrete tower that fell with no warning. Like being slapped in the face unexpectedly. Like getting doused in freezing water on a Sunday morning. 

In retrospect, it sucked. 

Sirius Black would know first hand. His entire life had been a screw-up from the beginning. It started with his parents, who - at the start - loved him. But when he turned out to be the child they never wanted all that love had vanished. They tortured him, broke him piece by piece, they built up trauma that took years for him to express to his friends. It wasn’t until third year when they heard him crying alone in his four-poster bed and asked what was wrong. He could remember the comforting embrace James Potter had given him. 

Nevertheless, it never ended there. The summer going into his sixth year, Sirius decided it was enough after too many Cruciatus Curses and body binding curses; enough was enough. His hands were trembling after enduring just ten minutes of the torture curse, and it was a struggle, but he packed everything he could. His heart broke at inevitably leaving his little brother behind. He could only hope that Regulus would understand. 

It took a Knight Bus trip to the Potter residence in Godric’s Hollow. The sky could’ve resembled how Sirius felt. Back at Grimmauld Place Twelve, the sky was always cloudy and rainy. Godric’s Hollow allowed the sun to shine past the fluffy clouds, but tonight was different. The sky was dark and thick, black clouds covered the stars. Rain poured from them, and it pittered on the stone roads. Sirius was instantly drenched when he stepped off the Knight Bus. 

Hesitantly he made his way to the door, where he knocked softly. The house was two stories and was a relatively big family home - not bigger than Grimmauld Place - but an average family home. The house was a mixture of grey, dark purples, and brown. It reminded Sirius of Remus’ patched jumpers. Sirius could hear movement from behind the plum door, and it opened to reveal a familiar face. James Potter with his messy hair, hazel eyes, and long limbs. James was muscular, but he was also tall, not Remus tall but taller than Sirius. 

James didn’t speak and ushered him inside. The following morning at breakfast, Euphemia - Mrs. Potter - had given Sirius the excellent news of his new forever home. The Potters would never forget the way Sirius lit up and how a smile had taken over his face. Sirius didn’t remember being this happy except for when Regulus was born. 

But his forever home was not forever. 

In seventh year, James’ parents had died, and nobody had comforted Sirius except one person who attempted. James had Lily, and that was enough for him. Perhaps it was selfish to think that James should be comforting him. It was definitely selfish. Sirius was doing really good at hiding how he felt until he crumbled behind a tapestry near the dungeons. 

Sirius didn’t know if it was good or bad luck that Regulus - his prefect Slytherin brother - had found him behind that tapestry. Regulus had pulled back the fabric slowly with his wand lit. His face had softened at his older brother sobbing with his knees to his chest. Regulus allowed his wand light to extinguish before sitting in front of him in the same position, allowing their socks to touch at the tips. 

They sat there for a couple of minutes before Regulus moved closer, albeit hesitantly to sit beside Sirius. Regulus had his back against the concrete, and Sirius curled up onto him while the younger Black brother rubbed his older brother's back. Sirius cried harder and harder. It took an hour before he subdued to sniffles and whimpers, but Regulus took it as his time to speak. 

“I know they meant a lot to you,” Regulus stated, still rubbing his older brothers back, “And I don’t blame you for grieving them.”

Sirius sniffled, “I ought to be grateful for them, really.” Regulus released a sound that sounded like a chuckle, but it was so foreign to Sirius he couldn’t tell, “They kept you safe. Kept you away from mother and father. They gave you a home where you could finally be you.”

“And no matter how mad I want to be at them for taking you away from me,” Regulus admitted, “I just can’t be because they gave you everything you wanted, and I’ve never seen you happier in my life.”

Regulus didn’t stop talking, “You know… I- I found my own James Potter.”

Sirius looked up at Regulus with flushed cheeks, but his facial expression was baffled, and Regulus presented him with a small smile, “Okay, maybe she isn’t my ‘James Potter’ per se because I don’t see her as a sister but rather she’s my girlfriend.”

“What’s- What’s her name?” Sirius croaked; his throat was so raw from crying. 

“Y/n L/n.”

“A- A Gryffindor?”

Regulus made that sound again, “Yeah. A stupidly brave one too. Even worse.”

Sirius smiled, “I know her.”

“Don’t tell me she was one of your conquests.” Regulus grimaced, and Sirius chuckled, snuggling back into Regulus’ chest, “No, she wasn’t. It turns out she has the hots for the other Black brother.”

Regulus smiled, and they allowed the silence of the castle to consume them. It was dark in the corridor on the other side of the tapestry, and Regulus could see the faint moonlight peaking out. He could also imagine the stars glittering beautifully in the midnight sky. He could see the star Sirius shining brighter than ever, and he just wanted his brother to feel the same. 

“I plan to marry her.” Regulus said before he could stop the words from falling from his mouth.

“What happens then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mother and father will never approve.”

Regulus scoffed, “I’m done with their bullshit and have been for quite a while.”

Sirius met his brother's eyes again, “I left right after you. It turns out there is no more heir to the Black family name.”

The older Black brother smiled brightly and tightened his grip on his younger brother. Regulus couldn’t remember feeling this warm since they were little boys running around the backyard. Sirius was practically on top of him, and that was okay. For now, everything seemed okay again. Maybe Euphemia and Fleamont were gone, but even in their deaths, they managed to benefit Sirius’ life. 

Now it all seemed fruitless. 

Only a couple of months later, Sirius and Regulus had gotten into a huge kerfuffle. It ended with screaming, raw throats, tears, and flushed cheeks. Sirius could remember how Regulus playfully mocked his and Remus’ relationship. He didn’t know exactly what happened, just that he was pouncing for his little brother, and Remus was holding him back. Sirius had yelled some very awful things that he couldn’t take back. 

She hadn’t done anything. She didn’t even know that an argument had happened. Y/n had been reading in the common room when the book was flung out of her hand, and she was pushed against the stone wall of the Gryffindor Tower. Y/n met eyes with stormy grey ones, not unlike her lovers, but these weren’t her lovers. These were his elder brother's eyes, and he had lifted her off the floor against the wall until James had pulled Sirius off her. 

Y/n hit the floor with a thud and repeatedly coughed, hands on her throat. James had stormed into the boy's dormitory with Sirius with him. She didn’t even understand what was happening not until she met up with Regulus in the prefect dorm, and he saw the marks on her neck. Sirius had taken it too far, and Regulus was furious. They were no longer on speaking terms. 

Now Sirius had someone entirely different to grieve. 

Sirius had felt like his heart hit the floor when he was forced to move out of James’ house with Lily due to Harry being born. Remus had moved away to take care of his sick mother and asked for privacy. The funds that had previously been in Sirius’ account had been squandered, and now he was paying the price. 

He had absolutely nowhere to go. Truthfully, there was one place he could go, but he didn’t think he’d ever be accepted there. He had said unforgivable things, but James had given him enough confidence that it would be okay. Reluctantly, Sirius Black took the Knight Bus to the suburbs in London. The community felt so modern and new. It was different then Godric’s Hollow which had been around for so many years that it began to weather and erode. 

The deja vu was hitting him like a brick. Their house was a mixture of grey, black, white, and maybe blue - Sirius couldn’t tell in the darkness if it was white or pale blue. Perhaps he’d find out tomorrow if he was even welcomed inside. Sighing and shivering, Sirius knocked on the door. He could hear little squeals of delight that sounded much like a child. He also heard talking, but he froze when the door opened. 

Regulus Black, at the age of twenty-two, looked good. His hair was to his jaw, and it was wavy at the ends, whereas Sirius’ was much more straight. His eyes had turned silver over the years. His cheeks looked much fuller, and he looked a lot better. Regulus was no longer looked underweight, but he was still slim and skinny. Black family genes, Sirius supposed. Sirius couldn’t meet his brother's eyes. 

“What do you want, Sirius.” 

His name falling from Regulus’ mouth instead of a nickname hurt more than he expected, “I had nowhere else to go…”

Regulus scoffed, “James finally kick you out, eh?”

“Yeah, he did.” Sirius sounded so distant, “Perhaps it was about time, and here I am, at your doorstep.”

“Come on, Sirius.” Regulus motioned for him to come in, and Sirius did. 

The house was much cozier inside. The floors were dark wood, almost black. The living room - on Sirius’ left - was a darker turquoise color with grey furniture. The dining room - on Sirius’ right - was a light grey. The furniture was a marble table, white wood chairs with cushions, and a beautiful light fixture. Regulus led him to the kitchen, which was straight ahead in the hallway. 

It was a beautiful mint green color with black and white furniture. The appliances were primarily black and the furniture primarily white, but regardless, it was beautiful. They had another table in the kitchen that was a grey wood instead of the shiny marble in the dining room but nevertheless screamed elegance. Sirius sat at one of the barstools at the L of the counter. Regulus slid him a cup of tea. 

“Your house is beautiful.” Sirius complimented, and Regulus placed the cup back into the saucer, “Thank you. My wife picked everything out for the most part. I either built it or painted it.” Regulus smiled. 

“Your wife?”

Regulus hummed, “Y/n Black. Ring any bells?”

Sirius swallowed, “Yeah.”

They both took a sip of tea, “I have two kids too. Both boys.”

“Two?!“ Sirius nearly spat out the liquid he had just taken a sip of. 

“Twins. Fraternal, thankfully.”

He placed the cup down, “What’re their names?“

“Perseus Regulus Black and Leo Alphard Black.”

“Perseus and Leo, huh?“

Regulus blushed, “It wasn’t my idea. It was Y/n’s.”

“I like them,” Regulus looked up at him, “The names. I’m sure they fit them too.”

“Thanks.”

It wasn’t long until footsteps began to echo coming down the steps. Y/n had grown up too. Her face was sharper and her curves more defined. If Sirius was honest, she didn’t look like she had kids at all. To be fair, he wasn’t really staring at Y/n but more so his brother. Regulus had a starstruck expression as his wife walked towards him. He had a dopey smile on his face and stars in his eyes. Regulus really loved her, and Sirius could tell, hell, anyone could. 

Y/n stopped in her tracks at seeing Sirius, “What’s he doing here?” 

Regulus placed an arm around her waist, “He came looking for a place to stay. While I was waiting for you, I decided to catch up with him for a little.”

Sirius looked guilty, “Ultimately, I’m leaving this decision up to you.” 

Y/n sighed and looked at both brothers. She thought of what he did back at Hogwarts. She thought of how Regulus had cried and ached for his brother, wishing for their relationship to be back the way it was. She thought of her two children who always asked about their Uncle Sirius, who was never around. 

“Sirius,” Y/n began, and Sirius held his breath, “Where will you go if I were to say no?”

Sirius looked at his lap, “The streets.”

He couldn’t hear the footsteps that approached him until soft hands lifted his head where he met soft e/c eyes, “I’m willing to look past everything that happened at Hogwarts for the sake of my children. They deserve their uncle. But I need you to show me that I can trust you and that you won’t cause trouble.”

“I’ll do anything.” Sirius complied, and Regulus smirked, “Don’t say that. She’ll have you remodel something.”

“You’re an asshole.” Y/n whirled, and Regulus continued to smirk, “I told you to use magic, and you said we should do it the Muggle way.”

He shrugged, “We got good memories out of doing it the Muggle way.”

“If getting paint all over me counts as good memories, then sure.”

“It does.” Regulus smiled, “Your face was priceless.”

“Dickhead.” She muttered. 

Sirius grinned, “Well, Sirius. If Y/n lets you stay, then you’re welcome here. What I did back at Hogwarts was uncalled for, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mocked you and Remus.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is.” Regulus countered solemnly, “Had I not done that; then we could’ve had a better relationship. For that, I’m sorry.”

Sirius stood up and hugged Regulus tight, “New beginnings?”

“New beginnings.” Regulus smiled. 

Regulus led Sirius up the wooden stairs up to the second story. It seemed to have had four bedrooms and two bathrooms, one in the master bedroom, one in the hallway, not including the one downstairs. On the end of the left side was a door leading to the master bedroom. On the right end was a cabinet and two doors across from one another. Then in the middle of the back was a door leading to another bedroom which Regulus had opened. 

The bedroom was spotless and beautiful. It was painted a grey with purple undertone with a queen-sized bed. Most of the furniture was white, and the bedding was black. Sirius had brought his trunk to its normal size and placed it at the end of the bed. Regulus smiled as Sirius looked around. 

“This is yours for as long as you want it.” Regulus stated softly snd Sirius had tears in his eyes, “Thank you.”

Sirius hugged his brother again, “I really mean it, thank you.”

“I love you, Sirius.” Regulus confessed, “You’ll always be my brother. The one who held me during thunderstorms. The one who sewed up my teddy bear when it had gotten ripped. The one who took the blame so I wouldn’t get punished.”

Sirius was gripping the back of his shirt tightly, “That stuff doesn’t just go away.”

They parted, and Regulus smiled, “Get some sleep. I’m sure you’d like to see the boys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d like to meet my nephews.” Sirius admitted smiling brightly. 

“Get some sleep, Siri.” 

“You too, Reggie.”

[sw1mmingfoolz]

the world - hwang hyunjin

requested? Y/N

genre: fluff, angst, hurt + comfort

content warnings: reader is overwhelmed and has a lil break down but it's nothing much, it's mostly fluff and hyunjin being a huge simp for you

wc: 1.5k

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble but it kinda got away from me 🤪 this is for my wife @amazzjin because writing comfort fics when my friends are having a rough time is my love language 😌 here's to crying over hyunjin together babez 💞💞 feedback is as always very appreciated because idek if i'm happy with this and imo if people aren't tag smashing over my fluff it needs to be FLUFFIER >:)

A single lamp lit your living room, soft glow casting harsh shadows across your face as you dropped your bag carelessly to the floor.

"Hyunjin? Kkami?" You called, the house feeling oddly cold and empty as your front door clicked shut behind you. You were used to coming home to your boyfriend lying on the sofa, curled around his dog and watching television. However tonight it was eerily quiet, the TV screen unsettlingly black, and it sent a chill up the nape of your neck. You felt as empty as the room did, cold hands balling up habitually as you let out a heavy sigh.

You began to trudge up the stairs at the lack of response, wondering if Hyunjin was just working late, but when a check of your phone showed no notifications you sighed again. Usually, he'd let you know. You began stripping your uncomfortable shirt from your torso, ready to dig through your drawers for the warmest, fluffiest pyjamas you could find and flop down in front of the TV. You wondered if you'd even be granted the release of a good cry, but you heavily doubted it.

You opened the bedroom door loudly, letting it clatter against the wall, which startled a sleeping figure in your bed awake. You let out a startled scream, reaching for your dressing table by the bed to find something to defend yourself with before you realised how familiar the silhouette's incredible girly screech was. Kkami also joined in, a little belatedly, letting out a sharp yowl as he skittered out of of the room and down the stairs.

"Hyune?" You flicked the light on, causing your boyfriend to flinch and squeeze his eyes shut, brows knitted together.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come home. I must have fallen asleep," he grumbled, slowly opening his eyes groggily and running a hand through his long hair. "What time is it?"

"Like, six," you responded, eyes rolling as he let out an exaggerated wolf whistle when he realised you were shirtless. "You see me like this every day," you said drily, rummaging through your wardrobe to find something sufficiently comforting. He took in your strained voice and tense shoulders but didn't mention them, smirking when you looked back at him.

"And you get the same reaction every time!"

"You're not used to it by now?" you grinned, pulling one of his hoodies on in the end, enjoying the way his ears reddened as he watched. He seemed shyer over you in his hoodie than you topless, and you couldn't help but coo at him.

"Let me adore you, idiot," he mumbled, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. You crossed the room to turn the light back off before pulling back the duvet, climbing into your side of the bed and snuggling up to your still blushing boyfriend. "Is everything okay?" he hummed against your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your hair as you buried your face in his neck.

"No," you responded quietly, a hand moving up to bunch itself in his loose t-shirt. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as to pull you closer and placed his free hand atop of yours on his chest, nuzzling his cheek into your head as you laid peacefully on his shoulder. It felt like the first time you'd been able to properly breathe all day, but it didn't feel as relieving as you'd hoped it would. Your head swirled, thoughts overlapping so much you couldn't really single any out, a dull throb taking refuge in your temples as you sniffled. You wished you could cry.

"What's wrong?" His voice was still soft and quiet, hands running up and down your arms comfortingly. A comfortable silence settled between you for a moment as you tried to sift through your thoughts, hand trembling slightly under his. He interlaced his fingers with yours, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze, and you let out another heavy sigh.

"I don't know," you eventually whispered, hoping the desperation to know came through in your voice. He tightened his hold on your shoulders.

"Well, that's okay," he responded, pressing another kiss upon your temple. "It's okay not to know,"

"I'm just… beyond overwhelmed," your voice was small and you would have felt embarrassed if you had the energy, even though you knew Hyunjin was the least judgemental person you'd ever met. If anything he probably knew what you meant as he wrapped his other arm fully around you, pulling you flush against his side in a somewhat suffocating but incredibly secure feeling embrace.

"It's okay, baby, just relax," he whispered, breath fanning hot against your ear as he rocked you slightly. "You're completely safe with me, just feel whatever you're feeling, let it wash over you."

You didn't know what it was about those words that had hot tears pouring from your eyes faster than you could register their existence, but you finally felt yourself snap, having been pulled taut for way too long. He knew; he observed your thin lipped smiles as you held yourself together for the benefit of those around you, as you put the little energy you did have into the people you loved instead of yourself, as you came home day after day exhausted. He shushed you softly, fingers stroking your hair as you wet his t-shirt, strangled sobs lost in the material. "I know, baby, it's okay," he said, susurrations tickling the side of your face gently. "Just let it all out,"

You stayed like that for a while, crying until you physically couldn't anymore, fists balled into his shirt as he continued to rock you. His hands roamed from your hair to your back, constantly moving in any way he thought could be reassuring, mumbling praise into your hair. They fell on deaf ears, for the most part, as you tired yourself out and found yourself falling in and out sleep as you were reduced to sniffles. But another tear managed to escape and slip down your cheek as he told you how proud of you he truly felt, tilting your head up to make sure you were looking in his eyes as he spoke, gaze and voice soothingly genuine. He pressed a tentative kiss to your lips, laughing when he pulled away. "Mm, salty,"

"Ew," you couldn't help but chuckle as you went to wipe your face, but he beat you to the chase, thumbs delicate on your cheeks as he swiped them to the sides. "Sorry, I really lost control there,"

"You shouldn't apologise," he murmured, a large hand cupping your cheek warmly, all but forcing you to hold his gaze. Tender, loving, and as free of any judgement as ever. The way he cared for you lit flames under your heart, softening you under his touch. "You don't have to keep yourself together all the time, you know."

"It's just embarrassing," you muttered, trying to look down. He shook his head with a dramatic pout, which he then took as an excuse to kiss you briefly again.

"If anything, you're tough for letting yourself break down like that," he reassured you, a soft smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. "You don't always have to be strong. If anything, this is what I'm here for! My love isn't conditional on you being happy and 'pleasant' all the time," You couldn't protest, not when he was looking at you with stars in his eyes, as if you were indeed the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes upon. You were pretty sure you were, which made your heart flutter, staring back at him in complete quiet for a few seconds. He was so precious to you too, and you didn't think you'd ever stop feeling lucky to have him.

"Thank you," was all you could manage to respond, slumping back against his shoulder as the heavy fatigue that always followed a hearty cry began to seep into every single one of your limbs. You allowed yourself to rest your weight entirely on him, and as always he held you with no complaints.

"You should nap, that always makes me feel better," he grinned, pulling the duvet up to your neck and returning his long fingers to draw mindless doodles on your back. At one point you were sure he wrote I love you on your skin, making you smile weakly. "I'll take care of you tonight, you deserve to relax,"

"I'm lucky to have you, Jinnie," you hummed contentedly against the soft, tanned skin of his shoulder. You could have sworn his heart skipped a beat as you pressed your lips to the column of his neck so softly he could have missed it.

"You're not lucky, you deserve to be taken care of," he said, trying to regain his composure. He was amazed that after so long together you still managed to fluster him so much, but he knew he had the same effect on you too. Your breathing began to steady as you felt like your body was melting into his, heartbeats in sync as he allowed his eyes to slowly shut too. He wasn't sure if you heard him whispering, but he hoped you knew regardless. "You deserve the world, actually."

[buckybarnesdiaries]

please

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

word count: 1.2k

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! sub!bucky (more or less), handjob, mention of bodily fluids, praise!kink, language, cockwarming.

author notes: this isn't proofread, sorry for possible mistakes. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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[kim-poce]

Can't stop thinking about Harrison's insect phobia. What if the whumpee... saves him?

No Dignity 6 - Spider

Previous

Masterlist

CW: pet whump, caretaker new master.

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Julian was quiet, he tries to be quiet all the time but most of the time Harrison can still hear his muffled sobs around the house. Today there were no sobay, no pleas. Nothing.

Harrison —lied to— told himself that he wasn't worried, of course he wasn't, but that was his house, what if Julian is riping another book? Or breaking something? Yeah, it was just to check if everything was in control that Harrison went to look for him.

- - -

This master wasn't as violent as the former one (at least not yet), and Julian was calm enough not to cry today, it was rare, rare as in "it had never happened before." He decided to stay out of sight, relieved that he could do so without bothering Master Harrison with his annoying cries.

It was after a long time that Master came looking for him, he didn't call he came looking for him, this made the memories from all the last day flash before Julian's eyes. Will he punish me now? Will he vent out? Will he-

"What are you doing?" Master asked when he found his pet, his tone wasn't angry but when did this even matter?

Julian looked up and was about to beg for mercy when he saw it on the wall behind Harisson, there was a big hairy black spider, Master said something but Julian was too busy watching the friend-shaped thing moving.

Former Master locked Julian up more often than not, he was often alone in a barely lit basement, well, not so alone.

Julian had learned to appreciate small things, like the shapes of the stains on the wall, or the insects and spiders, there weren't a lot of them, why would any creature want to live down there? But sometimes some came to visit, maybe it was the long time alone but Julian couldn't see them as anything less than close friends, which he missed so much after coming to this new master.

He must have stared at the spider for too long because Master turned around to see, Former Master never cared enough about insects or spiders, and Julian was grateful for that, he hoped this master wouldn't care either.

Julian's mind was forced into the here and now when Master screamed a too keen scream, backing away and jumping over a chair, Julian watched with eyes wide open, surprised, scared.

It took far too long for Julian to read the man in front of him. Harrison was brushing off invisible things from his arms, looking around as if something was about to jump on him. He was scared, Julian often forget Masters can also feel fear.

"M-master?" he tried in a low voice, looking around to see if he could find the threat Master was so afraid of. "I I know I shouldn't shouldn't ask, but what is the problem?"

Master looked down as if his pet an idiot, "Can't you see that huge fucking thing?" he asked firmly, pointing at the wall.

Again, it took Julain far too long to understand. Idiot, stupid thing. Maybe it was better just to curl up in the corner, it was fit for such a stupid pet, but he didn't do so, instead, he swallowed hard and dared to speak again. "I-if you want I I can take it out, put it away."

Master raised his eyebrows, he was still standing over the chair, looking between the spider and the pet, "Can you kill it?"

Julian's face showed nothing less the betray at the words, his eyes started to tear up at the thought, "P-p-please don't, please Master, hurt me instead please please don't it it didn't do nothing it-"

"Okay okay," Harrison cut, his voice somewhat desperate, "Can you put it far far far away then?" he asked as if his life depend on that.

Julian nodded fearfully, wiping his tears away, he wanted to keep the spider close but it was better to be alone than kill the poor innocent thing.

"Okay, then do so... ugh... please," Master said awkwardly.

"Yes, yes thank you for the mercy, thank you master, I'll be good and-"

"Now, Julian."

"Yes yes, sorry, yes."

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