#concussion thoughts

[undeadyetdying]

Has anyone used Gramarly to write fanfic before?

#remywtf #idk if that makes sense #concussion thoughts #if someone has #what kind? #fanfic #fanfic ideas #ignore me #I'm concussed

[tarotmoth]

What if Gerard's "normal outfits" are really the costumes and the "costumes" is just how they dress

#im very tired and its very late #concussion thoughts #gerard way #mcr return

[cozylittleartblog]

swatch is cool and suave and handsome and one time they touched a mouse and they were SO brave about it

#deltarune #swatch #swatchlings #spamton #art #comic #gif #highlight reel #maus #animation #hey i saw a swatch cosplayer at a con who painted the bottom of their shoes pink and decided they were Correct #i could never figure out how to add one more splash of color to their bottom half but That Does It #perfectly balanced as all things should be thank you random swatch cosplayer #also i was not going to add spamton in the last frame there but i thought it would be funny #i mean i already had a dumpster there #if they see him in there they're gonna kick the lid down so hard he's getting his 12th concussion #nobody's supposed to see them losing their shit!!! #edit i put the doodles tag on this by mistake when i scheduled it at 5am #no i put effort into this tyvm wbhjdfjbh #also hi if ur reading this my swatch uses they them pronouns exclusively

[puppetmaster13u]

One of my favorite tiny headcanons for superbat is that they at some point while both concussed, end up with nicknames for each other. Bruce half jokingly calls Clark Sunshine, and again they're both concussed, their mental faculties are not all the way there. So Clark jokingly calls Bruce Moonshine.

No one else has this context. And everyone else is very confused.

#dc #dcu #superbat #superman #batman #superbattinson #assume most of my batman is based off the original comics the animated series(es) and battinson lol #I also hope to say that he doesn't mean it in the alcohol way lol #No idea how to properly say it #but like Bruce is Clark's moonlight of sorts #but his concussions didn't let him say it #and honestly they both laugh about the whole thing #like there's so much unspoken thoughts an feelings and shit #and i do not have the proper words to say them either

[boag]

Literally

#me n my first bf when I was 17 n he was 20 n he had me so well manipulated I literally thought I couldn’t live without him #and gave myself a concussion banging my head on the concrete while having a mental breakdown the second time he blocked me #😐

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here and this is part fourteen! Yes I messed it up this morning yes I had to wait all day to correct it it's all goooood

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Bart is a good egg who is having a Bad Time waiting for his friend :(

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny wakes up with a gasp.

He’s—where is he? Everything hurts. He can barely think. Danny groans, long and loud, and lifts up an aching hand to his temple.

His fingers come away green. Aw, fuck. What happened to him? What’s going on? Why is his hand…blurry? Is he concussed? Is something wrong with his eyes, or with his head??

(He hopes it’s not his head. It’s waaay easier to heal from one than the other.)

Danny tries to sit up, and— NOPE. Ow. Bad idea. Suuuuuch a bad idea. His arms and hands and his neck and his back are screaming at him, now that he’s awake enough to pay attention. Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

He lays back down. His eyes don’t—well, they don’t shut all the way, which part of his brain labels as very bad, actually, but the world does turn darker and greener as he tries to shut his eyes, and that’s close enough to closing his eyes that Danny can mostly zone out past the pain.

He licks his sore lips. They taste like copper. And battery acid. …And Pixie Sticks.

Ugh, ecto-blood. His own, he assumes.

Everything is blurry and everything kind of hurts and he doesn’t know how he got here or what’s going on. Danny tries to roll over, tries to get more comfortable, but something starts dragging on the inside of his arm, which means intravenous lines.

Ugggghhhh. He hopes it’s got pain meds at least.

Awake him can deal with this later. Danny zones out, his labored breathing evens.

He’s asleep before he knows it.

*

Danny wakes up next to quiet murmuring, and to weird sensation of something moving in his arm.

He yawns—and his jaw cracks apart farther than usual, with more clicking noises than his jaw usually makes. Weird. His arms come up, his eyes unblur…

The tugging sensation doesn’t go away. Danny sniffs blearily. Blinks.

Two white-coated humans(…?) in PPE pause at his bedside, a half-dissembled IV shared between them.

Danny stops breathing. He can’t—is he—

His eyes go to the ceiling. The floor. He doesn’t recognize the room he’s in. He doesn’t understand. Is this the Guys in White again? Is he— Did he never leave? Is he trapped? Danny doesn’t—he can’t—

—One of the white coats starts making worried noises, which. Danny’s never heard that before. It’s usually threats. They raise both their arms, and Danny flinches back—

…And so do they. Huh. Hm. Are the Guys hiring scaredy cats now? That would be a change of pace, if they were as scared of Danny as Danny is of them.

The second person clicks the new IV bag into place. Danny stops focusing on number one and starts focusing on number two.

They don’t make any overt tells either. The IV line is already in him, and the bag is… Well. It’s not red and Danny’s not in any pain, and it’s not green either. It’s just. Kinda opaque? Milky? The person doesn’t start cackling evilly or telling Danny how screwed he is, either. They both just sort of…tidy up?

The first one doesn’t get closer, either, but Danny can mostly tell that they’re scanning him visually. Their attention goes from his face, to Danny’s visible arm, to the puncture point in his elbow for the IV needle.

Danny also eyes his IV point. Well. It looks like a needle. Doesn’t hurt all that much.

Someone says something he doesn’t catch. But the tone isn’t…mean, or anything. If anything, it sounds quiet, and low, like they’re trying to keep him calm.

Danny doesn’t understand.

He moves as far out of the way of them as possible. It only has the effect of a few inches and it's so painfully slow. If that. He— he remembers. He’s supposed to be scared of— something. No, he knows it—

The labs. He’s supposed to be scared of the labs. The smell is rank there and there’s always screaming and Danny had been hurt there; really, really hurt.

He’s still hurt. He’s still in a lab. In a room. In some sort of too-small prison, and now his barely-sewn together lungs are trying too hard to keep air in his body and it’s not working, and—

Danny barely pays attention when the first doctor leaves. He sees the other back into the door and reach for the phone line, and he can’t stop breathing and he can’t calm down because that means that they’re calling for help and they’re going to hurt him all over again. Tie him down. Cut him open. Shock him, until he can’t breathe without screaming—

Someone new comes in. They look— rushed. Danny can see her actively tying up long black hair, threading a mask up over her face, pulling on one of those paper shifts the doctors wear. The only difference is that she doesn’t put boot covers on.

She has big, bright boots that go all the way up her legs. With his green vision, they look kind of…greyish? (Maybe they’re pink..?)

Either way. They look…ridiculous. Danny doesn’t exactly forget to be scared, but also…what the fuck.

The woman sees that Danny can see her. She waves.

Danny presses back against his— cot. Bed.

That doesn’t stop her. She pulls latex gloves from out of the paper slip she’s wearing and snaps them on, revealing a thin layer of something shiny underneath her elastic-bound sleeves. Once that’s on, she does a visible body checkup of herself: boots, gown, gloves, mask, hair.

…No hair net, though. Or goggles. The Docs in White always wanted to be fully covered when they saw their victims. Being able to see her eyes is a lot…friendlier.

She figures herself out. Straightens. Gives a double thumbs up.

…Danny's eyes roam around. There’s no one nearby. There's only a wall behind him. Is she looking at…him? Is that directed to him?

She doesn’t move immediately— and once she’s in, the second doctor leaves the room entirely.

…The new person takes over. She goes from monitor to monitor, getting closer, but with none of the focus on Danny, per se. She reads his stats, verbalizes them out loud, which, doesn’t sound like…English? But enough to confuse him? It’s kind of like trying to discern Esperanto when he's not thinking about how it's not English.

Ancients. The pounding in his head is getting worse. Maybe Danny has a concussion or something.

The woman doesn’t…get. Him. In fact, he seems to be the least interesting thing in the room to her. Her time is spent on reading the charts and the machines waiting around him, putting something into a…fridge? A Cabinet? In the corner of his room? And otherwise, she leaves him alone.

Until. She does get up and look at him, and all of Danny tenses up painfully. He can’t move. Something’s holding down his legs, his body’s stiff, and all of him is so tired that he genuinely can’t tell if his waist is tied down or if he’s just that exhausted.

He can hear his heart rate monitor kick up. He can’t move, not really. He tries to go intangible but his core just throbs with misery, and—

She mostly just pats his sheets. Not his person, even. Apparently the torture is being held off for now. “Eow eart wel?”

…Danny squints. That is almost English.

“Eom hebbjan yift,” she adds, leadingly, as if Danny is a friend she can tease and not a subject under threat of the knife. He doesn't like it. It hurts. Nothing is real and everyone hates him and all he wants to do is leave but his body is rejecting him and—

Something light and plastic thumps down onto the bed.

Danny blinks. He looks—down. (His neck makes him regret that.)

Is that a…is that a space shuttle? No, ‘cause Danny thinks he recognizes it. It’s Discovery? Isn’t it? That’s the one they just retired. He tries to grab it, but— ouch, oof, his fingers can’t even stretch, bad idea—

The woman gently guides the shuttle into his hand. It doesn’t even hurt. And.

It’s cold to the touch. The model is plastic, it shouldn’t be so cold, but the sensation is distinctly cool and kind of familiar.

…Oh. Danny struggles to flex his fingers around the thing.

It’s him.

Or. Well. The shuttle is his. It has his ectoplasm imbued all throughout it. He can even sort of feel the sensation of carefulplayingcareful he’d have felt while near it. The feeling is weak, and timid, but it’s still there.

So. Then. When did he get it? And…why? Why was it allowed to him? How did he get it?

Is this how they’re feeding him now? Instead of showering him with poorly filtered ectoplasm every time he gets rowdy, are they actually trying to feed his Obsession? For real?? That’s—that’s brand new behavior from the—

Danny blinks. Wait. That’s not it either. Because there’s an IV in him. So…they know he’s getting human food.

So. Uh.

Hm.

Danny doesn’t want to get his hopes up. But this…might not be the Guys in White.

Of course, they might not be better than the GIW either; it’s a total possibility that Danny’s getting suckered into some scheme where every gentle permission and soft voice is a debt he owes…some new reason to take…

His eyelids twitch as they try to shut. He’s so tired. Fear kept him mobile, but now…everything is so heavy.

The lady carefully shushes him, ever so gently. She pulls up his blanket for him. Pats it down.

Danny shivers. He’s so, so scared.

“Ræste þiht,” the woman whispers. The words sound fond. Danny’s so scared, but he’s so tired. His heart is beating so fast. “An freond becymþ hraðe.”

It’s reassuring.

Danny doesn’t want it to be.

He falls asleep the way the desperate do—clawing at the last traces of wakefulness, only to have his consciousness ripped from him.

#Diana: Hi friend! :) I'm glad you're awake! #Danny: *dialling 911 and failing* HELLO???? POLICE?? ANYONE?? HELP??? #HE'S UP AND HE'S PEOPLE! #also shoutout to everyone who thought Danny was too concussed for English. Nope! This is a Fundamentally Different English y'all. #health and hybrids #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover

[grimesgirll]

being punish by rick & daryl, maybe for being a brat and going against their rules

“this is so elementary, rick.”

“yeah? and so is behavin’.”

you arch and whimper when another particularly painful swat lands against your bottom.

“but you seemed to miss the memo on that.”

the ricktatorship may be over but breaking one of rick’s golden rules results in corporal punishment. the only difference is that this time, rick isn’t just lecturing you but bending you over and none other than your daryl backs him up in his correcting of you.

you’re deliriously wet feeling his erection beneath you. it turns you on to no end knowing that you could squeeze an orgasm or two out of your lovers, “proving a point.”

rules are rules.

and rick and daryl declared that you can’t leave the gates until your concussion’s healed up.

at the tail end of a weekend run, you had the misfortune of running into a walker and being body slammed into the pavement of the hardware store parking lot beneath you. after a visit with denise determined that you’d acquired a light concussion, you were immediately instructed to take it easy, given some pain pills, and sent home with rick to draw you a bath.

your ex-sheriff had been so tender stepping you into the bath with him, spending enough time bathing and relaxing the tension in your muscles and below your concussion in your neck. he’s even sweeter toweling you off.

that’s why rick is beyond furious to find out that you’ve run out to the local big box store to comb for back inventory with sasha, aaron, and eugene.

“you were supposed to be here,” rick huffs. “healing. but no. you had to go and be stubborn.”

“disrespectin’ doctor’s orders,” daryl chimes in.

you let out a whine in disappointment, dejected that your younger lover won’t meet your doe eyes or talk rick down. daryl deferred to rick, if not out of reverence for your leader, then because he couldn’t help but want to see what happens next. he could try but he’s not immune to the mewls coming out of your honeyed lips or how your watery eyes have his pants suddenly feelin’ a little too tight.

tonight daryl won’t be saving you. why would he? you’re wriggling onto rick, wet little thing. why would he stand in the way of you getting stuffed full of cock just the way you like it?

you’re not quite there yet.

annoyed grievances float through your mind and out your mouth. just as they had earlier, your vexed complaints have rick tensing, rolling his eyes at you. just like you’d dismissed him initially once you’d pranced through the door with arms full of scavenged finds.

“my concussion’s healed,” you insist, still struggling on top of rick but not enough to actually get yourself anywhere. “there was no reason for me not to go.”

“uh uh,” rick hums and takes your chin in his hand, craning your neck back to look into his eyes, still irate, not yet succumbing to the sight of you on his lap like this.

“rick,” you’re protesting. you turn your head to daryl, who’s standing and observing the scene unfolding. “daryl,” you pout once he catches your gaze. “you know i was feeling better.”

“but you’re bein’ an asshole, baby.”

“just like rick - ah!”

“now what was that?”

now you don’t just feel rick’s sturdy hand against your ass but the lash of his leather belt.

“fuck!” you moan, wincing as a second strike burns not just your bottom but your core. your eyes flutter back up to rick. “you’re so not being fair right now.”

the ex-sheriff just shakes his head at you. “rules are rules,” and you’re writhing beneath the impact of another blow to your reddened rear.

“you like that, honey?” rick questions. “you like gettin’ spanked and not listenin’.” his grip loosens on the belt, dropping it from one hand to delve fingers first towards your dripping heat. he smirks at you. “knew i felt somethin’ wet my pants.”

it’s teasing - not even a punishment anymore, just gloating when he raises a glistening finger to the light.

“you always love this, don’t you?”

the frown you’re sending daryl for calling you out doesn’t stay on for long; rick abandons the belt turns you upright, situated on his lap before he plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you.

your face scrunches with surprise and softens, tensing again when he kneads your walls open. that pulsing pressure that had come to life as soon as rick had you bent over his lap is finally coming to fruition. every curl of rick’s fingers has you groaning like a walker.

“gonna spend a lot of time stretchin’ you out tonight, doll, but you’re still gonna need to learn your lesson. rules are rules.” he emphasizes his point by picking up the pace, earning purrs and pants from you.

“what’s my lesson?” the question comes from your lips, heavy with breath. the smirk you’re finally indulging daryl in invites him close enough to thumb over the fabric of your top.

“wanna know what your lesson is?”

you nod. the younger man’s eyes cloud with lust at you finally shuttin’ up and listening.

“you need to take care of yourself.”

rick accentuates daryl’s point with a grip on your hips and a beckoning finger against your plush interior. “you said your concussion was healed but you shouldn’t be pushin’ yourself like that.” he expresses in words, eyes softening. “we get worried ‘bout you.”

the fact that they may just be overly protective had crossed your mind. perhaps.

“‘you sorry for worryin’ us?” daryl’s on the bed, boots off and a hard on in front of you.

no response comes from you until rick’s working one out of you. the fingers dragging against your plush interior thrust further. your mouth opens in shock when a third finger wedges it’s way into you.

“yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with daryl. “i just thought you took care of me already.” your pants are rocky but the meaning you put into each word is unshakeable. “i don’t need to be on bed rest for a week.”

“yeah, yeah,” rick gruffs into your ear. you shiver when you feel his lips on brushing against your ear. “i don’t think you would’ve been complainin’ if we would’ve spent less time letting you rest and more time doin’ this, sweetheart.”

and he’s right.

one arm wrapped around your midsection, rick anchors you to him to rock you in time with his fervent fingers. one head nod from the man to daryl has him tugging off your top. the light squeezes to your chests and you’re basking in his touch. that nod might’ve been synonymous with daryl tripping every wire of pleasure your erogenous zones have to offer. and your favorite, talented mouth is puckering around your puffu nipple.

it’s like your night flashes before you when you come. you struggle to connect how you went from first being face down in the comforter to gushing all over rick’s thick fingers.

daryl is right there to steal the sweet sounds from your luscious lips, locking those velvety soft love vessels with his.

the whole thing has rick growing in his boxers. even as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, you cant and buck down into the denim of his straight legs. another look between your lovers and you’re right back where you started. you’re giggling as you bounce on the mattress from rick manhandling you into position.

now for the fun part.

“now come over here and show daryl how you’re supposed to use your that pretty mouth.”

#the walking dead #rick grimes #daryl dixon #twd smut #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon smut #rickyl #rick grimes x reader #rick x reader #rick grimes imagine #twd #twd imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #rick grimes x reader x daryl dixon #rickyl x reader #rickyl smut #twd rick #twd daryl dixon #twd daryl #not beta read #f/m/m #spank!ng #edg!ng #rick and daryl putting the reader on a pedestal is quickly skirted over bc she loves it #yes the reader’s concussion is healed #ditzy thought fr #really sleezy ending #the people speak #grimesgirll

[57sfinest]

i think it's interesting how you only finally get to go into kim's room at the whirling after the tribunal (assuming you successfully warn kim). there's no reason for it, they could've left it unrendered and kept you locked out, but they made the decision to allow you to go in kim's room. which is an interesting way to highlight the shift in harry and kim's dynamic post-tribunal. the bond between them is solidified now that it's been confirmed that they really would die for each other, not in a theoretical "it's his duty" kind of way but in the very real "our blood is mixed out there on the flagstones" kind of way. they risked their lives together and both survived because of the other. so harry can go in kim's room. kim is finally letting harry in, in a small but significant way. kim *truly* trusts harry.

#you can kinda feel it in the way kim treats harry in post-tribunal scenes #it feels like kim is not holding himself back so much. acting more authentically himself #how much of that is the concussion? who knows but it can't be all of it #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #idk just a thought #it first struck me when kim was getting impatient w harry on the seafort #i was like damn i dont remember kim acting quite like this before #also the 'this is his attempt at a joke' stuff etc #just seems like after the tribunals events kims like okay. yknow what. yeah we can be friends #i can be a little less repressed. as a treat #kiwipost

[evilkaeya]

being dropped from midair 15 times.... if sigma had 5% chance of waking up from the coma before now he's got none

#congratulations to chuuya and dazai for giving an unconscious man the worst concussion in history #istg they're stupid together cause why would u do that #what's the thought process behind it #i need to know #bsd 113

[bleue-flora]

You know, I feel like we don’t talk enough about how sensitive and painful scar tissue is. Maybe because most people haven’t had stitches and huge, deep cuts. But let me just share as someone who’s had quite a few surgeries and injuries, scars are really tender. Like I cut the side of my pinky pretty deeply and I couldn’t wear rings on my ring finger for like a year because the ring rubbing against it hurt so much. And after I got my eyebrow stitched up, I couldn’t pencil my brow for about a year and whenever my sunglasses bumped against it, it hurt so badly. The surgery scar I have on the base of my thumb from when I was 4 years old still hurts if I’m stretching or using my thumb too much. The bigger the scar the worse it is too, which makes sense. I have two scars about half a foot long on the inside of both of my knees and they took forever to not be super painful to touch, even now they can be a little sensitive. All that to say, even when a character’s injuries are healed they would still have a lot of pain and tenderness going on from any sort of touch, even months after, especially in the places with the most nerves. Just something to think about…

#don’t mind me thinking about how potentially painful a hug would be for Dream after prison…. #this ended up way longer than I meant wtf… oops #just your friendly neighborhood injury informant… maybe I’ll talk about concussions or broken bones next… hmm #writer things #scars hurt… that’s the take away… #dreblr #dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!dream #feel free to ask more about my injuries btw if you so desire… #dsmp fanfic #dsmpblr #fanfiction #writer thoughts #this is fine

[ash-and-starlight]

OOPS I MEANT ZUKKA SCENE 😳

oh! my favorite zukka scene is this one <3

#id in alt text #i thought it was the one in the firebending masters where sokka said something along the lines of ‘zuko why don’t u jump into a volcano :)’ #but i remembered it wrong and he was just telling a joke 😔😔 #but anyway you come hERE IN ZUKKA CENTRAL ASKING FOR A FAVE SCENE?? #zukka never had a bad track honey #the parallels in the first ep as they’re putting on their armors? BANGER #the mutual concussions also in ep 1? KILLER #how stupid do you think i am? pretty stupid- ICONIC #do you you mind if i watch you jerks do your jerbending… GO AWAY!! AMAZING #pretty clouds…. yeah fluffy? INCREDIBLE #the entirety of the boiling rock like every single second of those two episodes??? FANTASTIC #THE TENT SCENE? UNPARALLELED #and don’T GET ME STARTED on how they were the only ones physically injured in the finale idk #but yeah aforementioned scene is such a zukka hit bc if it wasn’t for the rules of the land (-> a kid’s show) #sokka would have fuckin murdered zuko no biggie #and what is an enemies to lovers ship without some mutual killing maiming hatred? nothing #ash replies

[foxfire-official]

Oh so when Councillor Clarette almost murders a Vacker it’s an accident and not that big of a deal but when I do it suddenly it’s a crime and makes me a danger to society-

#kotlc #foxfire kotlc #dw fitz is fine #I just accidentally threw a splotcher a bit too hard at him #in my defense he’s supposed to be good at this #he probably only has a minor concussion #i got detention though- #kotlc shitpost #kotlc rp #kotlc fandom #kotlc foxfire #kotlc thoughts

[feralsteddie]

Steve's first concussion happened when he fell down those stairs as a baby.

He conked his skull, it got a bad rattle, and he's had visual snow and tinnitus ever since.

It's one of the reasons he doesn't really clock when things start getting worse after each Upside Down incident, he's just kinda always had these going on and didn't realise they weren't normal until he mentioned them offhand and everyone was confused

#steve harrington #i got my first concussion at 4 and lemme tell you... #8 year old me tried to describe my visual snow to my bio mom and she was So Confused #thought i was talking about dust in the air #and i didn't realise not everyone just had constant ringing in their ears #and it would be just... such a steve harrington thing to do #pyreposting

[warriormoustache]

Got my first shrimp goby pair last week and this is my impression of them so far.

#Art #Fish #Fishblr #Fish art #My art #The fish is fine btw just a coward #Though I do think he might have gotten a small concussion from his two escape attempts #Jumped out of the tank literally at one in the morning and then an hour later at two in the morning it was a miracle I was awake during this #I have since covered the food holes in the lid with heavy objects #It gave me a heart attack on day two cuz I thought it was dead #I even poked it with a stick and it didn’t react at all #Luckily I left it in there and it was up and going about six hours later and has since been behaving normally #It is eating tho which is a good sign #Tested my paremetres and there’s nothing wrong with the water so ╮(╯_╰)╭ #Shrimp is delightful to watch #She explores the tank a lot and is super cute #Idk what the sex of the fish is but I’m pretty confident that the shrimp is a girl #Has snapped once and I was unprepared for how loud they actually are in person #The fish cuddles the shrimp with its tail and they’re super cute #They gave me a stress for a few days but everything’s stable now so #10/10 aquarium pets #Aquarium stuff

[hangmanssunnies]

Waiting for my brain to feel normal again.

#I know it’s only been two a weeks or so #but idk I thought I would be better by now #i’m so exhausted #anyways I do not recommend getting a concussion #or maybe I’ll never be normal again #I guess I mean I wasn’t normal in the first place #🙃 #shut up coley

[afterbluehours]

Thoughts of Prince Soobin finding out on their wedding night that the princess he's been betrothed to and just married isn't a virgin, and turning from slow and gentle to a little mean and degrading.

"Thought it was okay to give away what's supposed to be mine? Huh? Couldn't keep your legs closed until we were wed?"

"S-Soobin!"

"That's right, that's the only name you should ever cry out."

#txt hard thoughts #soobin hard thoughts #I feel like this thought may have given me a concussion. why am i suddenly dizzy.