#im so fuckin happy im in tears I feel truly comfortable for the first time in a while

[latenightsundayblues]

Billy's way of showing affection is a bit... Unorthodox.

(it will happen again)

Stu is probably way more pleased about the discovery than any other sane individual would be

#get yourself a bf that vehemently denies any connection to you but still breaks into your home to sit in a corner and stare at u in ur sleep #catboy coded #unrelated but I need to talk abt this #i just got a haircut and im like. fucking RABID about it #i finally look pretty in that masculine way if you know what i mean #im the guy you see exiting a starbucks that makes you instantly think “what a fruit” #im so fuckin happy im in tears I feel truly comfortable for the first time in a while #in other news I accidentally spilled green apple monster energy all over the pork I was about to eat #if I had a nickel for every time I mentioned something bad that happened to me related to monster energy #srry for rambling I just feel great about myself #scream 1996 #stuilly #billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x stu matcher #latenightsundayblues art tag

[cheolhub]

NSFW Hoseok headcanons! I’ll beg if I have to.

NSFW HEADCANONS! ⌇JUNG HOSEOK ࿐

— A.NOTE: NO NEED TO BEG LOVE, IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO COMPLY. hobi my bias wrecker… (as if i have a bias line) i made him a lil freak so i hope u like these hcs LOL! thank u for sending this req mwahhhh <3333 not proofread at all lol

on the outside, jung hoseok seems like a smiley, innocent man that probably couldn’t even hurt a fly

but behind closed doors, he exudes extreme dominant energy

that cute smile is replaced with a condescending smirk and it’s like a flip in him switches

listen, i will never let the mean dom!hoseok agenda die. Ever.

sex with him for the first time would be soft. slow, calculative thrusts and soft praises 

but hoseok loves brats and it’s only a matter of time before you’re acting up and he’s putting you in your place

when you’re comfortable, hobi is mean

absolutely filthy

he’ll say things like, “pussy’s cryin’ like a slut, you want my cock that bad?” or “yeah? you wanna cum? aww, that’s too bad. bad girls don’t get to cream my cock.” (my chest hurts </3)

favorite position is doggy style (once again, who is surprised)

specifically face down into a pillow and ass all the way up (ass man hobi <3 don’t argue with me)

has a safe word for you, makes you tell him what it is before he even thinks about touching you

gets your consent by making you beg for it because consent is sexy and you are even sexier when you’re begging for him to split you in half

he calls you a lot of things from doll, baby, and beautiful to his cumslut, his needy girl, his favorite brat <3

DUMBIFICATION.

a firm believer that if he hasn’t fucked you stupid to the point where you’re babbling and drunk on his cock, then he hasn’t done it right

he loves tears and he loves cumming on your face when he’s done

watches his cum paint your tear-streaked face and your drooling lips and thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world

but!!! hobi can be a nice dom too! 

he knows some days are hard for you and on those days he wants you to know how loved you are by him and he’d do anything to make you feel good

on these days, he’ll have you in missionary position and say things like, “you’re my good girl, always so fuckin’ good for me, beautiful, love you s’much,” or “you feel me in your tummy, baby? yeah? it feels good? go on and cum as many times as you want.”

he fills you up with his cum on these days too cuz he knows you love the warmth you get from it :(

you truly get the best of both worlds

he’s on the quieter side for sure, i think the quietest of the seven

he lets out the occasional grunt or deep groan, but he usually fills the room with his dirty talk

when he’s close tho :(((

so breathy and he’s letting out pants– it’s so so attractive

all breathless saying, “fuck, m’ close, doll.” 

if you squeeze him hard enough when he says that, you’ll get a cute moan out of him <3

aftercare with hobi is also sweet

he’s back to his smiley cute self, telling you jokes to make you giggle so you stay awake for him to clean up your face and messy core

praises you thoroughly, “you did so well for me, doll, wasn’t too rough was i?”

you’re always honest with him and if he was too rough, you tell him (but you usually like it)

puts you in clean clothes and then holds you close to his body, petting your head, placing innocent kisses on your neck, whispering in your ear, etc.

makes sure you fall asleep before him and whispers “i love you.” before drifting to sleep himself :(<333

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#[💌: nonnie] #bts smut #bts x reader #bts headcanons #jung hoseok smut #hoseok smut #hobi smut #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok headcanons #hobi headcanons

[highpriestess-stuff]

So my day started out well i started with self love affirmations which ive been doing for the past 2 days starting off with a spiritual bath and i must admit it has mad quite a difference im excited to see how this will help me i didnt realise how much i truly needed self love i honestly thought i was such a confident person but im starting to realize how harsh iand negative i can be and im starting to see exactly why all these bitches are jealous of me especially the ones that i work with ive never really had a hard time with making friends but ever since me & T broke but damn did it do a number on me.. Getting cheated the first time was just traumatic & left me with anxiety but having such a strong support system and going to the gym almost like everday and letting it out really helped but this break up just left me completely distraught and just made me not want to live life anymore and isolate myself & i didnt realize how it was affecting all my relationships with my friends my family and co workers like damn this narcissistic gas lighting bitch sucked my fucking soul like end all be all and not a single person there to pick up my pieces my like damn had to get myself out of this shit and i feel powerful as fuck never will i let anyone tear me down like that again LESSON LEARNT: Never settle for less. Took 2 years of my life to realize that but hey it coulda been worse.. still trying to see the positivity in this lol coulda gotten married to this bitch ass but thank god he really had to take me off this path this person refused to understand me & the lesson i learnt was that im not for everybody i am simply a Diving Feminine and we aint for everybody if people dont get u then dont waste your time arguing or explaining yourself cause the right people to get you like how did i become so lost and desperate? i just really wanted him to see me for me i just really wanted to make my family happy .. & he wanted to make his the only difference was im not what his family wanted and u know what thats their loss because as soon as i came out i was told i was going to be a motherfuckin champion it truly is his loss lol he fucked up big time and his family is a peice of shit if they really loved him they would want him to be happy but i guess whats what he deserves OH WELL now i see why they dont want the best for him he deserves exactly that shit even the lord dont want the best for him but me i am truly blessed and protected so thank you Jesus!

Going thru that experience really left me feeling emptier then even it felt like people could also see right thru me it left my fuckin boundaries all over the place i allowed people to step all over me cause i constantly thought i was the problem but now im starting to see i was never the problem its this cruel ass world no matter how nice u are to people or how much u just want to help them because u truly see what the can become and u see their potential it doesnt mean that their going to follow that exact path that u want for them it means giving up control letting people have their own experiences and im just trying to be comfortable with that like hey you wanna go fuck up your life go ahead like who am i to control u not like i got super powers cause if i did bruh. People are wylin & then godforbid i wanna do something for myself then they got a problem like what? are yall on. For example Victoria shes so far up my ass but yet cant even be there for me when i need her like bitch step aside and all day at work today she was so sad like what are u sad for... what happend to that advice that u give everytime "Dont Care" like lets see u do that now you dumbass u look fuckin stupid i have completely lost my respect for her like she looks for pathetic how dare she tell me not to care when i share my feelings with her like hows that going for you? keep ur bitch ass advice to yourself the only reason i ever listened to her was cause i actually respected her i thought she was someone i wanted to be like fuck no! i am so much better then her im better then any of these people how dare they show my any fuckin attitude ever like put some motherfuckin respect on my name or get the fuck out of my face and my energy aura cause i aint for everybody you wanna be around me? show some fuckin respect or get the fuck out because i value myself and my opinions and i can find people who do do i dont need you bitch ass people clearly YOU NEED ME like these people need to realise they need me at the end of the day so show respect or get the fuck out. Even will came in with some wack ass attitude but the second i refused to acknowledge him this nigga really started sucking my dick like are you for real why do i need to be rude like is that what turns you people on like is this why im working in this type of environment to learn that i just need to stay away from people who dont respect my energy why because you people cant do the work and become great like me??? ive done the work ive done the time ive earned to be where the fuck i am and if maybe yall put in the work you guys would be on my level but u aint thats why you bitches are so fuckin miserable and just focused on me unfortunatly thats what comes with the fame and i aint leveling down for no fucking body i came a long fuckin way and i deserve this shit put my crown on again & im knock it off * & this bitch shan like i thought she was the nicest girl ever bitch HAD the audacity to show me attitude like girl do u know who ur dealing with ur 20 nothing its actually cute and laughable because she looks like that character from ice age she thinks shes really doing something i cant with these hoes thinking they affect like.. like bruh this is my partime job lol this is your lifetimes career ofcourse u going to be mad lol stay mad cause what im winning? so u think showing me attitude gonna do something um no it just shows me that ur a terrible person ur disgusting and fuckin ugly i was just being nice and now that youve shown ur true colors i no longer need to loook go crawl back in ur dark cave u hoeeeeeeeeeee.. anyways ill be back for more updates byeeee

[yslkook]

ships in the night

pairing: seokjin x reader summary: jin is your best friend. he’s engaged, and your heart is broken. (pining, best friends, unrequited love, open ending) word count: 3221 warnings: cursing, alcohol, a/n: enjoy this word vomit lolol im still getting comfortable writing for bts!!

***

It shouldn’t be as nice a day as it is- a light, summer breeze, nearly clear skies and the bright sun. It feels like you should be happier than you are. 

If the weather was fitting of your mood, it would be grey and stormy. Instead of wallowing with your broken heart in the comfort of your apartment, you’re in Seokjin’s apartment building. More specifically, you’re at his rooftop, waiting for his arrival.

You ignore the pitying looks from his friends and from your own friends as you make yourself busy for his return. With his presumed fiancee. 

Today was the day he proposed to his girlfriend, and you (as his best friend of nearly ten years) had taken it upon yourself to plan the after party. How masochistic of you. To plan the next chapter of his life with his new fiancee when you’ve been madly in love with him for the better part of your twenties. Now that you’re approaching your thirties, you’ve made it a promise to get over him.

And yet, you separated your empty abyss of emotions from your genuine desire to see him happy. His to-be fiancee was an acquaintance of yours as well. Of course, you weren’t close with her… You could compartmentalize but not that well. You couldn’t fake it any more than you had to. She was a nice girl, you supposed. She made Seokjin happy.

But she wasn’t you. And you’d never be that person to him. It was a fact that you had accepted a long time ago and somehow since then, your heart has been locked in this icy cage that you didn’t want to chip at.

You step away from the table where the alcohol, food and desserts are to look at your work. At the corner sits a flowery backdrop for photos with props. The entire area is decorated with fairy lights and small bouquets of Seokjin’s favorite flowers and his fiancee’s favorite flowers. Her friends had given you some input, but you were running the show and they both knew it. 

It was the last thing you could give to him before having to face the fact that he’d never truly be yours again.

The afterparty itself is a surprise to her and you’re certain she’ll love it- her friends and family are so excited for her, champagne tears dotting their eyes.

And then his friends look at you like they want to hug you and yell at you at the same time. They didn’t like her in the beginning and they only really tolerated her now. Because Jin loves her and because you told them to back the fuck off of her. She hadn’t done anything to warrant their dislike of her.

“Hey pretty,” Jimin greets you with a smile and crescent eyes, “Come here often?”

“Do I come to my soulmate’s proposal party often? No, I can’t say that I do,” You say dryly, elbowing him when his smile drops, “Come on, I’m only joking.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and sighs, “If anyone could’ve stopped this madness, it would’ve been you.”

“Madness?” You ask, “Stop it, she’s nice…”

“She’s not,” Jimin says pointedly, “You’re both just so fuckin’ blind. And stupid. So stupid.”

“Don’t start this shit with me, Jimin,” You hiss, “It’s too late, we’re here and that’s that.”

Jimin pulls away and looks at you for a long, long moment. He wonders if you even understand how hurt you are, how heartbroken you are. You hide it behind your jokes as you always have. He won’t be surprised if you leave the party early or if you slip away to the bathroom once Jin and his fiancee arrive.

They’ve been together for three years now. It was only the natural order of things for Jin to propose to her. You had asked him months ago if he was proposing just because he thought it was the right thing to do or because he genuinely wanted to. That discussion had ended in a fight. So you had pulled away, slowly but subtly from him. Already accepting your second place role in his life. Who else would know what he wanted, other than him?

You. You would know. But if every attempt to get him to do some self-reflection was going to end in tears and in a shouting match, you didn’t want to deal with it. Or with him. Or with her.

So you let it be. Like everything else, you let it be. And you let this be the last thing you did for him. You made a promise to yourself. After this, you would move on. 

It takes about an hour for the rooftop to begin filling up with his friends and family, as well as her friends and family. His parents and brother hug you first, before greeting her parents. Jin’s mother looks at you forlornly, as if she can see all of the secrets in your guarded heart. 

You pull away from them quickly, busying yourself with making a drink. You’re going to need it. Jungkook pops up next to you, looping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey you,” You greet him, offering him a smile and a drink in a red solo cup.

“Hey you,” Jungkook says, doe eyes glittering as he unashamedly looks at you, “You look nice.” He moves his hand to the small of your back.

Long gone is the shy boy who couldn’t look a woman in the eye. Next to you stands a man, filled with confidence and poise. 

“I know,” You wink at him, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

It’s true, you had at least given yourself the small joy of dressing up in an olive green sleeveless jumpsuit with a dip in the chest and a cinch at the waist. Jewelry glints on your wrists, at the base of your neck and your ears. You’re wearing your favorite pair of heels and the best part is that your feet aren’t even uncomfortable yet.

You catch up with him and the rest of the boys eventually gather around you both too. Just as you’re throwing your head back in laughter, your phone buzzes in your hand. Jin’s name pops up and your heart races in anticipation. As it always does when he texts you, but you feel like your world is about to implode as you open his text message.

seokjin: she said yes!! seokjin: be there in 15 :) 

You exhale shakily, six pairs of eyes on you. Jimin squeezes your shoulder reassuringly.

you: of course she did!!!!  you: fuck!! ur a fiance now. wowwwww. Im so happy for you jin :))) you: see you soon, everything’s ready 

“They’ll be here in fifteen,” You say with a grin that probably looks out of place on your face, “She said yes.” You take a breath, letting the weight of your words sink in. “She said yes. They’re… engaged.”

You swallow the love and hurt down. Jimin brushes his lips to your forehead. It doesn’t matter. Today is not about you.

Pulling away from them, you turn on your heel to celebrate with Jin’s parents. They’re replying their own congratulations to him. His brother tells you that he had texted you first. You already know that. It doesn’t matter. 

You hug his parents anyway.

***

You stick to the shadows with a drink in your hand once Jin and his fiancee arrive. He’s all smiles, opening the door for her dramatically and giggling at her squeal when she sees the rooftop, her friends and her family. 

Finally, once you see that they have a free moment, you approach them.

“Hey, lovebirds,” You smile with a wave and open your arms.

She hugs you first, to your surprise. “Jin told me you did all of this. Thank you.” She flashes her ring to you and excitedly giggles.

She’s always been after your approval, for some godforsaken reason. Who were you anyway?

“O-oh,” You protest, “No, it was a team effort. Congratulations to you both. This is the least we could do.”

You lock eyes with Jin and wonder if he can see it. If he can see how much this is killing you. He can’t because he sweeps you in for a bone-crushing hug.

“I’m engaged,” He breathes, “We’re in love and I’m engaged!”

“You are, Seokjin! You really are,” You say, vision starting to get blurry. But still you smile brightly, even if it looks out of place.

You can’t be here. You can’t be this close to him, you can’t allow him to see your already broken heart.

“Thank you,” Jin says sincerely, “For everything. You’re the best.”

“Anything for you, Jin,” You say, just as sincerely. You punch his upper arm gently. “I’m so happy for both of you. Let’s do a cheers really quick-”

How do you do it? How do you face him when he holds your beating heart in his unknowing hands?

You say a quick toast, a toast to your best friend and his new fiancee. You throw in a few jokes at your own expense before throwing your drink back and pulling away from them with promises of shots later.

But still, you manage to hold it together. It’s when Jin gives his own toast to his new fiancee in front of his family and friends that you feel the carefully woven threads beginning to fray and come apart. Jungkook senses your distress before anyone else does and he pulls you inside to the private bathroom for you to gather your bearings. He cups your cheeks and your eyes well up with unexplained tears, finally, finally, after months of pretending. And you let them fall. Your muffled cries fill up the walls of the bathroom as he rubs your back soothingly.

“It hurts, Kookie,” You mumble, “It hurts so fucking much. I didn’t think anything could hurt like this.”

“I know,” He murmurs, “I know.”

By the time you go back outside, after touching up your makeup as Jungkook watched, Jin is already drunk. He sees you with Jungkook and wonders why you look so sad. But only for a moment, his fiancee capturing his attention once more.

This time, his fiancee gives a toast. It’s a toast to their new life together, with all of their friends and family part of something special. She cries a little and you do, too. And she’s right- it is a rebirth. Because this is the last time. This is the last time you’ll afford Seokjin any of your tears. Even if he is your best friend. 

Because you’re the one that you should love.

***

Eight months later, the air is chillier but you can’t remember the last time you felt this warm. You’re currently curled under your favorite blankets and watching a movie on your television, nearly dozing off after a glass of wine.

True to your word, you had slowly but surely pulled away from Seokjin. You wondered if he had noticed all of your last minute cancellations and the subtle excuses. You still speak occasionally, but it’s not how it was before. And that’s what you wanted. Because your heart is still hurt and healing. The thought of him still makes you ache, but not as much as before. It’s only been six months, and you know that years of feelings won’t go away instantly.

You know he needed you. But he shouldn’t. Not when his fiancee should be his best friend. Not when she should be his person.

You can’t remember the last time you had even seen Seokjin. Was it at his engagement party? When was the last time you had even talked to him?

Your friends avoid his name and avoid speaking about him to you. You’re grateful for that.

So when your phone starts buzzing incessantly at 11:13 PM, with Jin’s name and contact photo on it, you panic for a full ten seconds. Your heart immediately accelerates out of your chest and you wonder if you should answer.

He hasn’t called you in months.

“Hello?” You ask softly, a nervousness you haven’t felt in a long time creeping up on you.

“Hey,” Jin breathes on the other line, “Didn’ think you’d… pick up.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You reply.

Another five seconds of silence.

“Jin. Are you drinking?” You ask. You hear the familiar lilt in his voice, and he sounds sad.

“Yeah,” Jin laughs tonelessly, “Can’t hide anythin’ from you.”

“You never could,” You chuckle, also tonelessly.

“I did, though,” Jin admits, “Hid somethin’ big from you.”

“That’s okay,” You shrug, “You can have your secrets. I’ve got mine.”

Another few seconds of silence. You don’t know what to say to him. Nervousness colors the insides of your veins but you won’t show it. Not to him, not when he’s calling you when he’s drinking.

“Let me come over. I miss you.”

“Seriously?” You scoff, “I don’t think your fiancee would appreciate that very much.”

Jin laughs. It sounds cruel and jarring.

“We’re not together anymore, stupid. Surprised Jimin or Kook haven’t mentioned it to you,” Jin says, unable to keep the sting out of his voice, “But if you didn’t blow me off for the last six months, you’d know that.”

“That’s not fair, Jin,” You murmur, deciding not to give in to his snark, “Come over. I’m at home.”

He hangs up without saying goodbye and you sigh. You send a text to Jungkook and Jimin, asking them why the fuck Jin called you after this long and why they didn’t tell you that they ended their engagement. Of course, there’s no response- only a chorus of coy emojis from both of them. Idiots.

So you wait. You wait for your soulmate to come back to you. You’re still undecided if you want to welcome him with waiting arms.

***

In the end you do. You can’t say no to his pout and his sunken eyes. You can’t say no when you haven’t properly seen him in months, when you haven’t heard his loud laugh in just as long.

“Seokjin,” You breathe and it comes out like a declaration.

Even if he’s been here a million times before, he feels out of place. You usher him to the couch and bring him a glass of water to sip on.

“What are you doing here, Jin?” You sigh, “What’s going on?”

You wonder if he’s here to break your heart for the millionth time.

“Nothin’,” Jin exhales, “I just fuckin’ missed you.”

You swallow. “What the hell happened? Your engagement?” You change the subject quickly. His face shifts to an expression of pensiveness.

“You were right,” Jin finally says.

“Yes, that’s a given. But about what?”

“Me asking her because I felt obligated to. Rather than actually wanting to,” Jin says vaguely.

“That’s a big miss, Jin,” You say bluntly, “I’m sorry, though. That must have been tough.”

“We fought a lot at the end. We only ended it a few weeks ago…”

“What did you fight about?”

Jin raises an eyebrow, “Lots of things. Towards the end though, it was you.”

“Me?” You nearly shout, “What the hell? That’s not funny, Jin-”

“Why would I be joking about that? I was so upset that we weren’t friends anymore-”

“How can you say to me that I’m the reason that you both ended your engagement! Fuck you Jin,” You mutter, “That’s not fair at all. I didn’t do anything for you both to fuckin’ fight about me.”

Tears blur your vision in frustration and you push yourself farther away from him on the couch. He can’t do this to you, not when you’ve worked so carefully to build yourself up again.

“Will you let me finish?” Jin asks in exasperation, “We were already fighting about anything and everything. And then I was so fucking upset that we were hardly friends and she got sick of me talking about it. Then she said something- well, she said some things…”

“Cut the shit, Jin. What are you here to say?” You ask, anxiety crawling up your arms and curling in your belly.

“She said all my friends thought we were a bad fit-”

“That’s not news to you, Jin-”

“Then she said you’re in love with me. Isn’t that something,” Jin muses and your entire world halts on its axis to a screeching stop, “Said somethin’ about the way you-”

“Stop,” You whisper, “Stop it, Jin. Don’t do this to me, please.”

Your heart is breaking all over again and you are powerless to stop it. You’ve envisioned telling Jin someday about the extent and depth of your feelings for him, but this was the last way you expected it to go.

“Tell me,” He demands, eyes sharp. 

You’ve never lied to him. Not when he’s asked you things directly.

“Tell you what, Jin?” You say sharply, “Tell you how I’ve loved you since we were stupid and in college? How I loved you even through your string of girlfriends that were so shitty to you? How I loved you when it was wrong for me? Fuck, Jin. Yes, I’m so in love with you and it took your fiancee for you to see that-”

“How did you manage it?” Jin asks softly and you’re taken off guard.

“Manage what?”

“All those years. Even the last year- you planned our engagement party. You toasted us, every time the guys said they didn’t like her, you always defended her-”

“She fucking made you happy! That’s what friends do,” You mumble.

“You planned our engagement party, you helped me plan the actual proposal,” Jin says, as if he’s coming to a realization, “And your heart was breaking the whole time. I broke your fuckin’ heart, didn’t I?”

And then your bottom lip trembles, your eyes shine with unshed tears and the dam breaks. He looks lost for a second, wondering if he’s crossing a line. But he’s still Jin, and you’re still you. So he pulls you into his arms without a second thought and crushes you close to him. You want to be selfish with him, you want to take everything he can give you. At least for five minutes, you want to stop thinking of him first before your own needs.

So you allow it. You allow the gentle brush of his lips against your forehead, the way he presses your head into his neck and rubs your shoulders, then your back. You cry for him, you cry for lost time, and you cry for yourself.

“You gonna declare your unrealized love for me now?” You say through puffy eyes with a watery laugh.

“You deserve better than me declaring my love for you not even a month after ending a three year long relationship and a seven month long engagement,” Jin says, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, you’re damn fuckin’ right I do,” You murmur.

“I missed you,” Jin confesses, “I really missed you.”

“As you should have,” You say, earning a pinch to your shoulder.

Whatever the future holds for the both of you- you feel as if a weight has been lifted off of your chest. Everything isn’t magically okay, but you feel the same warmth you felt years ago when you first realized your feelings for him. 

#seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts x reader #seokjin #seokjin fluff #seokjin angst

[kcatta-wodahs]

Trans, Enby, or anything not Cis MC + OM Demon Bros!

TLDR; they all fuckin love you okay you’re wonderful

Lucifer

It happens right away honestly, as he is your introduction to Devildom 

You arrive suddenly in the student council, with no fucking warning, and with a bunch of people who are saying they’re demons. And like yeah okay sorcery obviously exists in your world so we can work with this but

He looks at a file, and states your deadname, and in a fit of bravery or just “i guess im here now” you correct him. 

The silence after that is palpable and every negative emotion you’re feeling as you wait shows up on your face. 

Lucifer only has a slight frown, looking at the paper, and at you, before it clears.

“Oh. Humans. I understand.” He marks something on the paper, and repeats your name. Your real name.

“Should I assume that the pronouns listed are incorrect as well?”

He calls for a RAD uniform that you’re most comfortable with, while Diavolo gushes over “HUMAN!!!”

Okay, cool, you’re hanging with demons now but at least they respect your pronouns? Guess this is your life. Your next question is whether you’re dead lol

So he knows the whole time, but it doesn’t change a thing! He loves you the same.

When you’re closer, he is very to-the-point about caring for you when you’re feeling dysphoric.

He offers you tips, makes sure you maintain your voice training even if you’re embarrassed about it, and always pushes you to express yourself how you want.

Hell maybe they use that princely riches to get you whatever surgeries you might want!

And he will *very clearly* show you how much he likes your body, however it is. 

After all, by the end of the game you belong to him, don’t you?

Mammon

When he's first assigned to be your guardian or whatever in Devildom, he didn't get the memo. 

Didn't read the paperwork, cause he's just like me and puts off homework for way too long.

So he doesn't know these pronouns of yours that Lucifer has fixed in the documentation.

Which means, unfortunately, you have to correct him when he first speaks to Levi about you.

What's funny about it is that he'll complain about LITERALLY EVERYTHING having to do with you and you being a human and UGH he has to take care of a FRAGILE HUMAN

But when you correct the pronouns he doesn't even fucking blink.

You don't even explain.

You just say the correct pronoun after he messes up, and then he repeats you and *continues complaining about you* but this time in the correct pronouns.

This is the first moment out of a million of "hidden endearing things about Mammon" that you will come to learn.

Later, when you're closer, he will always be there to stand up for you and put up a fight if anyone wants to give you shit.

He will defend you to the end of time. 

And he adores you. If he -- The Great Mammon -- adores you, then you must be perfect. So you can tell your stupid human brain to stuff it with the negative talk.

Leviathan

This one is written as AFAB

When you deny wearing the Ruri-chan dress for him, he's sad.

He KNEW you thought he was weird… and his thing for Ruri-chan was weird… and weirddmmm

So, you hesitantly tell him that… no, truly its not because of Ruri-chan

You just.. feel so sick when wearing dresses.

Something in you physically hurts, and you feel so *wrong* when in a situation where you're supposed to act "girly".

And you tell him that you don't really identify as female. You try to avoid that image whenever you can.

Levi is so touched that you would tell him and be honest with him.

He hugs you tightly and then turns beet red.

"D-Does that mean that you m-might.. kabedon… as Henry….?"

Cause he has that costume too and has never told anyone that he def would be seduced by his TSL hero.

You can get behind that one, and seeing how flustered he gets around you being yourself (through Henry?) has your confidence skyrocketing

This makes way to you flirting with ya boi 100% more often to see his adorable face.

Beelzebub

You go with him to work out, which is nothing really new, but this time he's looking at doing endurance training

...by swimming.

You have no idea what to do. 

He didn't think twice about it, either. He didn't assume there would be any problem at all. 

But for some reason your brain decided that his helpful and loving attitude wouldn't extend to this? Brains are silly when scared.

You try not to tear up when he questions why you've frozen in the doorway when he told you his plan.

You have no reason to be ashamed, or fearful, but the suddenness of the moment overwhelms you.

"I can't wear a swimsuit," is what comes out.

He pauses and then just looked vastly confused. He thought humans could swim..? Anyone could wear a swimsuit. You were wearing clothes right? What's the difference?

You wrap your arms around yourself, tryiing to soothe your nerves. "It's.. It shows too much.."

Then he looks you over, causing you to blush further, and he tips his head. "But you look nice."

Well if you weren't blushing before, now you definitely were. But it's not that. You hold your breath.

You try to explain without actually saying it, almost as if the word transgender has been blocked from your internal vocabulary. 

But this babe just insists that you look great no matter what. Is it scars? Like everyone here has scars, it's okay. Weird toes? You should see Belphie's. There's a reason he wears socks all the time. 

That almost makes you giggle, and you use that courage to say that you're trans.

He pauses for just a seond to blink. "Oh... nobody cares about that here."

He pulls you into a hug while you struggle for words. He tells you that you don't have to go swimming if you don't want to.

But he makes sure you know that he thinks you're wonderful. You're strong and brave and amazing. He will fight anyone who makes you feel differently. 

Asmodeus

This one is AMAB

It’s seeing Asmo be unequivocally himself that gives you the courage to do it.

You haven’t even told your human friends yet. Your human family.

You’ve known for ages, but..

Seeing Asmo flounce over to you wearing the most STUNNING evening dress has you weak at the knees, for reasons other than he assumes.

He assumes that you’re wildly in love as you duck your head and try to mumble something through your shaking breaths, and of course, who wouldn’t be?

But when he coaxes you to speak up for him, delight of a whole different kind lights up in his expression.

“Could you… make me as pretty as you?”

Oh, darling, he wouldn’t even need to try.

He dolls you up, hosting a lovely makeover session in his room. What he doesn’t expect is for you to start crying when you look at yourself in the mirror.

Asmo’s unshakeable confidence is shaken. He rushes over to you, trying to brush away tears and learning what’s wrong.

That’s when you tell him what you’d been hiding for so long.

The adoration in his eyes catches you off guard, and he takes your hands lovingly. “Oh, honey..” he mumbles, affectionate and sweet instead of seductive. “What’s your name?”

He takes you out shopping the next day, and is always ready to help you be yourself. 

He makes the switch almost instantly, and calls you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen even when you’re just waking up in the morning and kind of feel like a toad. 

(You blame him for those mornings, though, since he’s the one working so hard to *thoroughly* exhaust you the night before.)

Satan

This one is AFAB

You and Satan have begun meeting rather often for tea. 

It’s even gotten to the point where you’re both perfectly happy to sit in silence around each other. You’ve never been more comfortable.

But today, chaos reigns, and it has decided to make you clumsy today. Not even like, oh “that’s reasonable” clumsy.

No, you were enthralled in your fucking book, and you MISSED. 

Tea, all down your chin and neck, and you hear a snort of derision.

Satan is looking at you, very clearly amused. “Very graceful.”

You huff and puff out your cheeks at him to prevent from blushing. “Shut up. Do you have a towel?”

Looking no less amused, he just pulls a new shirt from the dresser behind him and offers it to you. 

You guys are chill. Good friends. Like. You don’t want to get up to go find a bathroom to change in. Your book is good and like Satan’s not about to be a creep, so you ask if it’s cool if you just change there, and he shrugs in response.

So, you swap shirts quickly, but when you’re dry he’s looking at you curiously.

“You have battle scars.”

You realize that you’d never told him. About your past, or your surgery, and you suddenly feel very self-conscious. 

“It’s- .. Not exactly,” you fumble out, realizing that now, instead of finishing your amazing book, you have to deal with *coming out?* Ughhhhhh. “They’re from a surgery.”

Satan’s eyes don’t leave you. “I’ve read enough about the human world to know what they are,” he said, then he nods to himself. “I didn’t know you’d had such a fight.”

You are either very, very impressed or very, very confused and you really don’t know which to lean towards just yet. 

“I’ve never been in a battle, Satan.”

“You fought to become yourself,” he answered, a small smile tracing his lips. “You never cease to impress me.”

Belphegor

The best part about becoming best friends with Belphie is the snuggle naps. It's the sweetest, calmest thing.

He is a little confused about why you insist on hugging a pillow when you nap with him, though.

He admits, its adorable. When he's big spoon he loves looking at you as you snuggle the big fluffy pillow. 

When he wants to face you, though, he wants to be closer, he doesn't really understand it. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable but also.. why?

Eventually, he tries to get answers out of you by teasing you about getting closer *intimately*. 

He does expect the blush.

He doesn't expect the look of despair that you hide from him.

He's stunned for a moment before demanding to know why the hell you would look so sad about that.

You try to shake it off, but Belphie's nothing if not persistent and annoying when he wants to be.

He learns that you have been trying really hard for months now to hide your body from him. To keep your personal info private, even while snuggling. 

You didn't know how he would take it, after all. 

What if he got something he wasn't expecting?

Honestly, Belphie sulks after hearing this. He flicks your forehead and glares at you for doubting him. 

But he looks you dead in the eyes and reminds you that you could never convince him you were anything less than perfect.

If you expected him to be disappointed by whatever you hid during snuggles, he would never be. You would never be a disappointment to him.

Your next nap together doesn't feature the pillow between you, which makes your heart feel fit to burst while he snuggles you closer. 

#hhhhh i posted this to the wrong blog at firsttttt #it took me fucking forever to finish this agh #it was so hard to come up with prompts that were unique and fun while not embarassing in any way #or well #not like bad bad embarassing? #i headcanon that all of them are some form of gender fluid or nonbinary anyway so like the demon bros just love you okay #bast babbles #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor

[peakascum]

Lean On Me

this is terrible im so sorry 

A slight breeze trickled its way in caressing Y/N’s cheeks. A silent whisper, an invisible touch so soft that she could've imagined it. The grass seemed duller than ever before, yet it was the only place she could find comfort. The chirp of the Blackbird swooped her in a limbo and made her hands clutch the greenery before her. The grass that usually soothed her and held traces of a once happy day seemed to cut her now, leaving behind traces of agony and invisible cuts that penetrated their way into her heart. It happened, what she had been avoiding and fought way too hard for, had happened. 

Tears escaped her eyes as her lips parted, yet no sound came out of them. They stuck to her throat creating a heaving sound that only heartbroken mothers would make. She had pleaded with her husband’s family to keep her children safe, to protect them fiercely when the time came. They failed, as did everything else in her life. 

She lay down on her side to hear the earth mumble its condolences and whisper reassurances to her baby boy, letting him know how loved and cared for he truly was. How long she had waited for his arrival, how happy the family was to see him grow up, and how much they cherished his blue-colored eyes that looked just like his father’s. His bloody father.

“Y/N!” John screamed making his way up the hill. More tears escaped her eyes in anger and frustration. “Y/N, please darling. Let’s- let’s just go home.” He pleaded, blue eyes staring right back to her almost lifeless ones. He pleaded just as he did every afternoon hoping this would finally be the day she would return home.

“Where is home, John?” She croaked. “Want me to go home to what, eh? To what?”

His knees gave in beside her in defeat and lay on the ground beside his wife, if he still could call her that. They stared at each other as if trying to rope in every single thing that made them come together in the first place. Tears streamed down his face, outlining every dimple, every crease, and every freckle that kissed his cheeks. He sucked in a breath and slowly extended one of his hands towards her. The hand crawled its way through the grass and enveloped her small ones, making her break out into a sob. 

“I can’t undo everything. I can’t bring him back. But-“ he sucked in a breath, “I promised to stand by you and love you and do my best to protect you.” His hand left hers and wiped her tears, leaving his fingers to linger on her cheek. “M-my love,” he called out to her affectionately, “I promised you chickens and blue skies and love and I-“ once again his voice betrayed him. Broken promises unable to be redeemed. 

“The kids keep asking about where their mum is and if you've gone with Will, and I just don’t know what to fuckin’ tell them.” Her eyes sprung back with a bit of shimmer at the mention of their kids. The ones she and John created out of pure love. Words can't seem to be enough as the grief sets in between them. The long nights they shared waking up to take care of their first born. All of his firsts shared in their little house on Watery Lane. The first scare, the first fever, first words, first day of school, all shared between the couple as new parents. All their firsts, including the one they shared currently, one they wished with all their hearts that they wouldn't be able to. 

“Tell me about them,” she whispered, “what have they been up to?”

And so John rambled on about their mischievous children and their silly, little occurrences. He told her how Polly had been staying in their home taking care of them while you both grieved. His eyes lit up at the mention of Tommy dropping by with Charlie every few days, just happy at seeing his big brother being there for him. How Arthur took them to the park and Finn took them for spins in the car. His face lit up as he heard her giggle making his insides warm at the tought of her finding joy in his words. 

“We both lost him, Y/N. We both lost everything, but we have more kids to live for.” He gripped her crying face in his rough hands and brought her closer to his. “Don’t push me away. I fuckin’ need you too and I refuse to do this without you.” 

His tone desperate, hands shaking and eyes broken.

Her face tired and eyes equally, but a newfound hope sprang in her wilting heart. She twisted her head and placed kisses on the palm of his hand. 

With a slight push they rose to their feet in unison. John looped his arm through hers and slowly descended the hill that stood near their house. From the window Polly stood watching in hopes that she would spring into herself once again. Always fond of the girl that stole her nephew’s heart and cared for like a daughter of her own. But Polly knew all too well the feeling of losing a child. The guilt, the loneliness, the madness that came with the empty rooms and ear, shattering silence. Yet, knew it was a matter of time before Y/N managed to pull herself out of the spell. Because, as much as she knew how these things clawed their way into your lives, nothing could destroy the love and determination she and John held for them and their family. 

#John Shelby #john shelby imagine #john shelby fanfic #John Shelby x reader #peakascum #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby imagine #arthur shelby imagine #finn shelby imagine #Polly Gray imagine #peaky blinders one shot #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby

[galaxysgal]

Five Minutes to Midnight || Llewyn Davis

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x gn!reader

Warnings: Swearing cause it’s Llewyn, very brief mentions of alcohol/being drunk but like, it’s just a) Llewyn drinking one (1) glass of wine and b) random drunk peple in the streets

Rating: Teen for swearing

A/N: I came up with this idea yesterday. less than 48 hours later, a fully formed fic had sprung forth from my fingertips. Thanks to @tinyphantomsalad for putting up with and answering my 19273673 questions in the groupchat and for hyping me up as I wrote this. And also for reading it before everyone else. I have a feeling I’m going to be writing more Llewyn in the future, hes just so... loveable

Wordcount: 2.162 wow thats crazy

Tagging: @softly-sad :))) im really glad someone (aside from jim) was interested in this!!

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx

Five minutes to midnight.

He was there on the couch, exactly where he had been nearly all evening, a worn tweed jacket pulled tightly around his shoulders. It wasn't even cold. His chill ran bone deep, like he'd never be warm again. You knew this when his hands brushed against yours, his fingers like ice.

Llewyn Davis. The man that had captivated you since the first time you saw him on stage at the Gaslight, since the first moment you heard him sing. There was an air of sweet mystery about him that you wanted to pick apart and unpack. You wanted to know him.

You knew him through the Gorfeins, your father's professor friends. You had been on winter break three years ago, home from college for a few weeks, when he first appeared in your life.

You crossed your arms, pulling your coat tighter around you. "How long do we have to stay?" you asked. You were in the middle of a good book, finally finding the time to read over the holiday. 

"Just a little while sweetheart," your dad answered.

The three of you entered the Gaslight, the smell of alcohol greeting your nose as you shrugged off your jacket, knocking snow from your boots. Your mom immediately spotted the Gorfeins, waving happily to them and pulling you along through the crowded bar.

You heard him before you saw him, ears perking up at the rich honey of his voice- and boy, when you saw him… He was a few years older than you, with a halo of dark curls and a close cropped beard to match. His eyes were closed as he sang, his head tossed back as if he was singing directly to the gods.

You heard your name being called by someone, your parents or maybe the Gorfeins, but you didn't listen to their question. 

"Who is that," you asked softly, not turning your head for more than a second to address Mrs. Gorfein. You couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Oh that's Llewyn, Llewyn Davis," Mrs. Gorfein answered. "A sweet boy really, it's a shame..."

You hadn't heard the rest.

Four minutes to midnight.

Mr. Gorfien clapped you on your shoulder. "Four more minutes!" You smiled politely at him, wondering why you had come to this party in the first place. 

You weren't one to attend social gatherings when you could be at home in your apartment, cozied up by the window with a good book. Right now you could have been at home sipping tea and watching the snowfall, just like you had last new years, and the new years before that, and as many new years as you could remember ever since you were a kid. 

The Gorfiens often hosted parties and dinners, and they always invited you but you rarely showed. They just... weren't your people. They were kind, and Mrs. Gorfien was an amazing cook, but you just didn't fit in there. 

The room was full of people you barely knew, all engrossed in conversation with each other. You had tried small talk for a while, chatting about your education and your job teaching at a local elementary school, but it all felt forced. Like you were just waiting for midnight so you could sing along to Auld Lang Syne and get out of there. 

The only moment you felt truly comfortable was talking to Llewyn. The two of you had been milling about by the punch bowl, awkwardly shuffling around when other guests tried to get to the finger foods. You had bumped into him, nearly knocking over the table, and he had caught you by the arm.

"Woah, easy there." Llewyn saved you just before you landed the punch bowl.

"Sorry, I'm a clutz and a clown," you said, wincing at your choice of words. But Llewyn chuckled softly, and you felt your heart melt just a little. Maybe this party wasn't so bad.

You shook your head, reminding yourself- as your mother has always reminded you- not to dwell on memories. Even if that memory was only thirty minutes old.

Three minutes to midnight. 

You grabbed two party poppers from a basket on the table and headed over to where he sat. You settled down down between Jean and Llewyn on the small couch, your limbs feeling acutely awkward as you straightened your back. 

Llewyn was nursing a glass of wine, his body turned slightly away from where you were sitting. You knew it wasn't because of you, but a little part of you wanted him to turn to you, to greet you with that lopsided smile. To look at you with those deep brown eyes. To say your name like it was precious.

You left him alone though, keeping to yourself and watching the TV coverage of the Times Square ball drop. Maybe I'll go there next year, you thought to yourself. Who were you kidding, you knew you wouldn't go. Big crowds in the freezing cold, the snow melting and soaking through all your layers. It wasn't your type of thing.

A woman with red hair appeared in front of you, her smile sweet if not a little patronizing. "Hi, can you make room? My knees are killing me."

From the corner of your eye you saw Llewyn look up at her, then down at the floor. There were two options here, and you knew which one you were going to choose. You wondered if he knew too.

"Of course," you said, and scooted over towards Llewyn. You were so close you would feel heat radiating off him, if he had any heat to give. You sat stiffly for a few minutes, avoiding even looking in Llewyn's direction. If you could just find a natural way to start a conversation, then you could talk to him. It was easy to talk to him, it was just so hard to start. Maybe you could-

"Hey," Llewyn bumped his shoulders gently against yours. "Relax, you know I don't bite."

You turned to look at him, blushing lightly. "Sorry, you know me. Parties aren't really my thing."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. "Yeah, same here. But it's warm in here and it's cold out there and ive got fuck all to be doing, so here I am."

You nodded, beginning to relax as the two of you slipped into comfortable silence.

Two minutes to midnight.

"Did the Gorfiens ask you to lead Auld Lang Syne?" 

Llewyn chuckled, "yeah, they ask me every year. This is the first time I agreed though."

"Oh yeah?" you bumped your shoulders against his. "What changed your mind?"

His fingers fiddled nervously with the hem of his coat, picking at a loose string. "Earlier you, uh… you said it was the only part of the night you were looking forward to." He shrugged, "I dunno, I figured I'd make it enjoyable."

You blushed deep red, "oh- oh. Thank you."

He nodded, eyes dropping from where they had locked with yours. You saw his tongue dart out over his lips as his fingers played at a tear in the elbow of his jacket. He seemed nervous.

"I could patch that up for you," you murmured, reaching out to touch the rip. Your fingers brushed his, they were ice cold like always. He flinched a little as you touched him, but you didn't let it phase you. "It can't be great for keeping you warm if it's got a tear."

He shook his head, and you could tell he was about to protest. "Oh, you don't have to-"

"It's no problem at all," you interrupted. "You know my address, just come over any time." You gave him a gentle smile, squeezing his forearm affectionately.

"Thank you," he whispered.

You watched as his eyes flicked down to your lips. Involuntarily, you did the same. It would be so easy to kiss him. To place your hand on his cheek, his beard scratching against your palm, and just bring your lips to his. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, multitudes of words building up on the tip of your tongue.

He was so close. Just a whisper away.

One minute to midnight.

The news anchor on the TV announced one minute to midnight, pulling the two of you out of your bubble.

"If you haven't already got someone to kiss, you'd better hurry!"

Llewyn rolled his eyes, turning to you. "Never gotten a New Years kiss," he said with a chuckle. "Guess it's not for everyone."

"I haven't either," you admitted.

"It's a dumb tradition really."

"Uh huh." You nodded along, eyes drifting back down to his lips as he spoke.

"Fuck, I'm just ready for it to be over. I can go home with Jean and Jim, and tomorrow will be just like any other day. Jean'll be shit to me in the morning, and I'll stop by Merchant Marines and try to convince 'em to let me join, or I'll go to Joy's for lunch." He sighed, downing the rest of his wine, "Maybe I'll visit my dad, I don't fuckin' know. But… it's just another day. Not anything special."

He trailed off and you realized you'd been staring unabashedly at him the whole time.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm sorry," he ran a hand through his hair and down his face, scratching at his beard. "Put one glass of wine in me and I'm rambling on like my goddamn sister. I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"Come home with me-" you blurted, just as the guests began to count down from ten.

"Ten!"

"What?!"

"Nine!"

"Don't go to Jean and Jim's. Stay with me."

"Eight!"

"You don't have to do that, I've made arrangements…" 

"Seven!"

"Jean won't care, Llewyn, Stay with me."

"Six!"

"I don't wanna be a burden-"

"Five!"

"You're not. I want to take care of you."

"Four!"

"I- shit..."

"Three!"

"Let me take care of you."

"Two!"

"Can I- fuck. Can I kiss you?"

"One!"

"God, yes-"

"Happy New Year!"

His lips crashed into yours, his cold hands coming up to your shoulders. Your own hands rest on his cheeks, his beard soft and scratchy under your palm. Just as you'd imagined it countless times before. It was desperate, the two of you trying to be as close as humanly possible after spending years on the brink of this, dancing about each other from a distance. You didn't want the distance anymore. You wanted each other.

After what felt like a lifetime you pulled away, grinning as you rested your forehead against his. "I liked that," you murmur.

"I like you," Llewyn whispers in reply.

"Llewyn-" you give him a gentle kiss, thumb brushing over his jaw.

Mrs. Gorfien clinked a knife against a wine glass, bringing everyone's attention to the grand piano in the corner. "Llewyn, dear, where are you?"

"Fuck- the fuckin' song-" he scrunches up his nose in annoyance, "I'm sorry-"

You shush him, placing a finger on his lips. "Go sing. More kissing later."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Ten minutes past midnight.

The air in the Village was electric. People were spilling out of clubs and bars, shouting drunkenly in the streets. They were throwing snowballs at each other, kissing strangers on the sidewalk. For once you wondered if maybe, just maybe, going out once in a while might not be that bad. After all, it had given you a kiss with Llewyn Davis.

You tucked the hand that wasn't holding his into your pocket, your fingers feeling the unused party poppers. You pulled them out and handed one to Llewyn as you made your way through a crowd outside a bar, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

You pulled the string on yours, sending confetti into the streets- and into the drinks of a few drunken passersby. It didn't seem to phase them.

Llewyn grinned mischievously, pulling the string on his own popper. "Happy New Year!" he bellowed, laughing from deep in his chest. His eyes were sparkling in the lights, big and bright. He looked good in the glow of New York City.

"This is a good look on you," you told him, taking his hand once again.

"And what look would that be?" he asked, squeezing your hand. You thought about it, searching for the right word as you waited for the crosswalk timer to change. 

"Happiness," you decided. "Mischief, laughter. New York. It all looks good on you."

He ducked his head, blushing softly. "It's because of you," he replied, knocking his shoulders against yours. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He looked at you, just like you had wished for so many times. Like you had hung the moon and stars. "I'm thinkin' maybe tomorrow won't be shitty. Maybe tomorrow won't be just another day. Cause, fuck, now I've got someone. Now I've got you."

"And I've got you," you whisper back. "It's gonna be a good year, Llewyn."

"A good year," he echos.

End

#llewyn davis x reader #llewyn davis x you #inside llewyn davis #llewyn davis imagine #oscar isaac #mags writes #hhkhjgfkhds i love this fic so much #like #so fucking much #bc i love llewyn so much

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

"If they saw you like this, do you know what they'd think?" for hancock please? 🥺

hancock!! my heart. 🥺

please enjoy your request! <3

[ TW: suicidal behavior/drug & alcohol abuse mention!!! ]

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Hancock:

no one had seen the mayor for weeks. he had gone completely MIA and left no trace of his disappearance, marking him as missing to the settlers of goodneighbor. they were beyond concerned at the whereabouts of hancock, silently hoping he didn’t go out and put himself in danger. at the same time, they couldn’t blame him. he had lost the only person he’s ever loved truly within seconds without a proper goodbye.

this was the only way hancock knew how to cope with it; he ran away from all his issues and turned over to things that could take away the pain, even just for a moment. something could pull him out whatever hell hole he was thrown into. he had never experienced a loss so painful in his life and wanted nothing but to escape it, only for it to come back no matter where he went.

sanctuary knew of hancock’s disappearance; the news moved around fast in the commonwealth like wildfire. so when the news hit soles former companions, they had been searching far and wide endlessly, hoping to find some clue where the poor ghoul had gone. much to their distress, they did not and had mutually agreed to let hancock come to them whenever he was ready to confront the issue.

all but one, at least. danse eyed the group that huddled against the fire, nearly glaring at their agreements to let the ghoul be. there was a bitter feeling that lingered within him, a bit angry at the fact that they dropped the subject as quickly as it was brought up. with a swift movement, he pushed himself off the wall, stalking towards the opposite direction to go find the person he hated the most. “i’m going for a walk.”

it didn’t take long for danse to find hancock. while sole was alive, they always spoke about the places the couple used to visit often during their free time and he silently figured that there was no where else he would rather be right now than reliving the memories of what they used to be.

danse had searched one of the last areas he remembered from their conversation, nearly throwing in the blanket for the night. with a deep sigh, he turned his heel to head back home until a familiar voice had broke off the deafening silence. silently, he followed the source of the noise and ducked behind a mailbox, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to.

peering over the object, he caught a glimpse of hancock sitting by the edge of the small bridge, his feet dipped into the radiated water. his eyes had caught the chems that peeked out of his bag and the alcohol bottles that were lined up near him. danse knew this scene too well. he had been in the same place months back when he found out he was a synth. the image displayed in front of him brought back countless memories of nights he used to drink himself away from the pain and escape the reality of the issue. it made him shudder.

with quiet steps towards the ghoul, he quietly called out for him. “hancock.” he didn’t spare danse a glance, only continuing to drink his booze. he moved closer to hancock, reaching out to grab his shoulder but was stopped. “i hear ya, tin can. i ain’t deaf.”

“i’d appreciate an acknowledgment at the very least. i went out of my way to find you.”

hancock sneered before taking another sip. “look man, i appreciate the effort but if you’re here to tell me how much of a shitty person i am for being a ghoul, then beat it. i don’t need any of that shit right now.”

danse winced, pulling his hand back to his side. for the first time in his life, he had no comeback to throw at hancock, only feeling the weight of guilt subconsciously kicking his ass.

“i had no intentions of doing so.”

“sure you didn’t.”

danse let out an annoyed sigh, but bit back any snarky remarks, eyeing his personal stash that scattered around him. “this behavior is unhealthy. even for you.”

hancock fell silent for a moment, tapping the beer bottle against the wood. danse cringed at the sound, wanting nothing more but to swipe it out of his hand and throw it into the body of water in front of them.

“you think i don’t know that?” he barked with an irate tone, staring at the former paladin angrily, “god, i’d be fucking grateful if it killed me instead.”

danse flinched at his words, feeling his stomach turn. he saw himself in hancock and it seemed as if they weren’t as different as he initially thought. they both coped the same way when their life had gone downhill and even if hancock was a ghoul, he felt sympathy for the man, wanting nothing more but to comfort him as best as he could.

“hancock, im aware you’re in pain and i know things are tough for you. i understand how you feel.”

hancock stood from his seat, throwing the bottle harshly against the wood, allowing it to shatter into pieces. he stomped over to danse, shoving a finger against his chest with a furious expression. “no you fucking don’t, tin can! you don’t understand what the fuck i’m going through! you don’t have a single fucking idea how it feels to lose someone you love in a matter of seconds!” danse saw how the tears slipped out of his eyes at a rapid pace and how he refused to wipe it away. though he didn’t like physical confrontation, he held back and took the heat, knowing that all his rage was from bottled emotions waiting to release. as much as danse wanted to feel angry, he couldn’t.

“all you fucking care about is yourself. so don’t give me all this fuckin crap pretending like you give two shits about me when you don’t.” hancock backed away, his voice cracking with sadness as it grew quieter. “fucking leave and let me do my business.” he turned around to sit back down, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of his coat.

“if they saw you like this, do you know what they’d think?” hancock froze in his steps, processing danses question. he grew speechless, another sob threatening to escape as he thought of sole once more. “they’d think it’s their fault, hancock. if they were here right now, watching you spiral downhill, no doubt they’d come here and kick your ass.”

he looked over his shoulder with a glare, “the fuck you say?”

“you heard me. they’d kick your ass and do you wanna know why?” before hancock could respond, danse cut him off, “wait, don’t answer that. i’ll do it for you. they’d do it because they wouldn’t be able to rest in peace knowing you’re hurting this way. i know we don’t always see eye to eye but i need you to trust me when i say i understand what you’re going through.”

“and why the hell should i believe you?”

“i may not have lost as much as you have, but i was there before. i was in your shoes, wanting nothing more but to end my life drowning myself in alcohol and i don’t want you to fight alone.” hancock grew silent at his words, but danse continued, hoping to break down his walls, “we don’t expect you to move on or hurt any less, but there are healthier ways of coping. i may not be your friend, but i’m here to listen and i know damn well that i won’t let you end up 6 feet under. not on my watch.”

hancock didn’t budge from his spot, refusing to face danse due to the tears spilling from his eyes, feeling the synths hand clasp around his shoulder from behind. “sole loves you and they always will, hancock. i never approved of you being with them, but they obviously admired you more than the universe itself and i let it be, since you made them beyond happy. even if they’re gone, they’re still watching you and they’re probably hurting knowing they’re responsible for your pain. they wouldnt want this for you. they’d want you to move on and cope in healthier ways.”

hancock sniffled, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands before letting out a deep breath. “fuck.” be whispered under his breath.

danse released the ghouls shoulder, walking backwards to give him some space. “i hope you take my words into consideration. i’ll give you a moment. you know where to find me if you need my assistance, i’m more than glad to help.”

danse turned around to head back to sanctuary and hit the hay, but paused hearing hancock quietly respond back to him. “thanks, danse.”

he merely let out a sound of acknowledgment and made his way home, leaving hancock alone with his emotions and thoughts until the morning sun rose. with every minute that passed, he thought of sole and all the moments they shared together, completely abandoning his stash for the remainder of the night.

with a final sigh, he packed the last of his items scattered around him and stood on his two feet, preparing to head to his destination. he took his shotgun out of his bag, holding it with both his hands before wrapping the jacket that once belonged to his other half around his shoulders, taking in their scent. hancock let out a soft, sweet whisper as he pressed his face against the cloth, “let’s go home, sunshine.”

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 reacts #hancock #john hancock #john hancock x sole survivor #suicide #drug abuse #alcohol abuse

[calpalirwin]

And Baby Makes Three

Summary: Anon request- I have a request if you have time! One where y/n or oc is famous too and she finds out pretty early in her relationship with Ashton that she is pregnant. Maybe include announcing it to the guys and then announcing it to the world? Thanks so much

A/N: Used this as my plot for my final part of my Luke’s twin sister series. So, she’s not technically famous… hope that’s okay!

Content: Sibling dynamics. Pregnancy.

Word Count: 1k

And away, and away we go!

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Leia cursed as she looked down at the pregnancy test. Having a baby had not been what she meant when she announced she was moving to LA to live with Ashton to get a new lease on life. She wasn’t worried about Ashton’s reaction, or anyone else’s for that matter. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of suffocation that came with it. With moving in with Ashton, there was the freedom of moving out. She could run if she needed to. There was no running with a baby. She cursed more for even thinking that she would need to run from Ashton. He had always been kind to her, right from the start, and dating him for the last eight months had felt like the most normal thing in the world.

“Leia?” Ashton’s voice called out to her from the other side of the bathroom door. “You okay in there?” He could hear her cursing up a storm.

The door pulled open and she smiled brightly at him. “Yep! All good!”

He frowned. “You sure?”

She nodded, “Yeah. Course Ash. So, any big plans for today?”

He shook his head. “Nah. It’s a slow day.”

“You should invite the guys over, then.”

“Yeah?” He had plans that didn’t really bode well for company.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “C’mon, Ash. This tour was the longest time I got to see you guys in years. I want to hang out with everybody as often as I can. I didn’t realize how much I missed you all. Please? It’ll be fun.” Plus, it’ll be a lot easier to tell you all at once, she added silently as an afterthought.

He laughed as she pouted up at him with her bright red lips and big baby blue eyes. How was he ever supposed to say no to her? “Alright, alright. I’ll call everybody over.” His plans could wait.

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“Have I mentioned that I’m happy for you both? Because I am. Truly. You’re both important to me, and I want you both to be happy. But for fuck’s sake, STOP MAKING OUT WITH MY SISTER!” Luke’s voice had climbed louder to the point where his last words were a bellow.

Leia pulled back from Ashton and tilted her head to look over at her brother. “No one said you had to watch, creep.”

“She’s got you there, mate,” Ashton laughed, hooking his finger under Leia’s chin and bringing her lips back to his.

“Oi!” Luke shouted again, grabbing a pillow and launching it at the couple. “Seriously, Ash. Boundaries!”

Leia snorted. “Boundaries?! Need I remind you of all the years I dealt with you snogging your girlfriends? Or hiding tabloids from Mum for you?”

“That was different! You weren’t friends with those girls!”

“Yes, thanks for reminding me that you left me in Australia.”

“I didn’t fuckin leave you in Australia!”

“Well you didn’t ask me to come with you to London or LA! Ashton had to do that for you!”

“Ash only asked you because you lied about Wyatt to the rest of us!”

Leia noticeably flinched at the name drop. “Too far, Luke,” Ashton warned, his own voice a low growl.

Luke sighed. “Leia, I’m sorry. We wouldn’t have even moved here if it wasn’t for you. I never thought to ask because you seemed so comfortable back home. You should’ve told me. Hell if you did, I’d have bought you the first ticket out, you know that.”

“I know, Lu,” she nodded. “And you’re right. I didn’t care enough to follow you guys to London or out here. I wanted to prove that I was more than your shadow.”

“Leia, you’ve never been anyone’s shadow. If anything I was yours. For fuck’s sake I had to run away from home to figure out of I could stand on my own two feet, and I ended up with Ashton.”

Leia laughed at that. “Maybe Ashton’s just really good at taking care of the Hemmings twins.”

“He better be,” Luke said with a fake-glare at Ashton who coughed uncomfortably. Luke groaned. “Ew! No! Don’t wanna know! Boundaries!”

“It’s my house, mate,” Ashton laughed.

“Mine too,” Leia put in proudly. “Our house, our rules.”

“I lived here first!” Luke fake-pouted.

“Shouldn’t have moved out,” Leia shrugged.

Luke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

Leia laughed. It felt good to bicker with Luke again. “Anyway… I wanted to tell you guys all something.”

“You finally got a job?!”Luke asked with teasing excitement.

Leia grabbed the pillow he had thrown at her and chucked it at his head. “I already had a job, you giant don’t stop.”

Ashton snickered into his fist while Calum and Mike howled with laughter. “What’s the news, baby?” Ashton asked her, his body still shaking from held back laughter.

“Nice word choice,” Leia said, patting the man’s chest affectionately.

The laughter of Calum and Mike cut off with a choke of bewilderment as all the eyes in the room snapped to Leia. “Uh… Leia?”

Leia shifted in her seat to dig her phone out of her back pocket. She unlocked it and passed it off to Ashton. Her teeth worried her bottom lip, her eyes studying her shoes as the phone was passed around. “So a baby, huh? I’m gonna be an uncle?” Luke’s voice was thick as he broke the silence.

Leia just nodded.

“I'm gonna be a dad?” Ashton croaked, not believing his luck.

Another nod. Then, the tears slide down her cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ashton said softly, holding her against his chest. “I’m on your side, no matter what you want,” he murmured into her hair.

She pushed against him, her chest tightening. “I’m feeling tired. I’m gonna go lay down.” The words spilled as she rushed out of the room.

Ashton moved to go after her, but Luke held up his hand. “I got it, Ash.” Ashton sat back down and nodded.

Luke found his sister sitting on the edge of her bed, head in her hands. “Talk to me, Le-le,” he gently coaxed as he sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m suffocating, Lu,” was the whispered response.

“We’re not gonna let anything happen to you. He’s not getting anywhere near you ever again. And Ash isn’t him.”

“What happens when the story breaks? I can’t keep this a secret forever.”

“We’ll deal with it however you want.”

~~~

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#and baby makes three #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #ashton irwin fic #luke hemmings fic #5sos #galcal irwin #okay so the writing prob sucks/leaves much to be imagined #but that was my first stab at making a social media post and like hella proud of that #so if this fic sucks. at least appreciate that insta post yeah?

[personagf-moved]

alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs: 

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love 

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week 

h // horror yes or horror no:  H O R R O R   Y E S   B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc. 

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that. 

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol 

u // underwear colour: she be black 

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it 

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun 

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu 

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho. 

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO 

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

 What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over 

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back.  also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.  

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!

#this is soooo long im so sorry oh my god

[thefatedmeeting]

i tweeted a lot abt the concert yesterday and i translated it to eng so i coudl send it to meg so im gonna just paste it here for the record. warning: im very excited

okay. the tweets start after i got in the hotel from the show so ill translate them all hsdfgj

everyone i cant stay here for a long time cuz the wifi sucks and im really nuts but im so dead i have no words guys idk i cant believe i saw my sons live sdkfjsdf

the choreos and dances and them speaking portuguese and jin and suga and hoseok crying im emo

i was kinda far away, i couldnt see their faces neatly but i could identify their body shape and im so emo

them saying they were happy to come and they wwanted to come more frequently and they were sad to go and jin (THE GUY FROM AWAKE) saying he feels better bec of the fans im :(((((

when suga and namjoon sang their solos i was almost crying tbh kfdjd

and taehyung was wearing that bandana, this man is truly trying to kill me sdfsdf

im gonna be that guy but tae's choreos were super beautiufl and i am very fuckenigh in love

i wanted to talk abt my day and the queue and abt my sons more, but im super tired soo GOOD NITE

there were sooooooooo many people, so many fuckin people, the biggest queue of my life skdjfsdf and a lot of young ppl too damn. but it was so beautiful, the fans and the boys singing together :((( im emo

i woke up super early, i was like so fuckin sleepy sdkfjsdf we boarded the plane etc, the trip was nice, i was super nervous but we arrived well, already in the plane i spotted a lot of fans sdkfjsdf

when the plane landed it kinda shook a little and a girl SHRIEKED a nervous laugh i had to fuckfign laugh out loud it was so funny dfjkgdfhgfdh

okay so we got to the hotel, tehre were armys there too, wow guys there were so many armys in sao paulo you kick a lamppost and 10 would pop out

our hotel room was super simple but it was good, and comfortable. the bed was a+++++++++

me and my sis went out for lunch then we went to the concert venue, i was super nervous but thanks to the medicine i got better sdkfjskjdf man. when we got there the queue was HUGE. the biggest queue of my life

there WERE SO MANY PEOPLE SERIOUSLY and a lot of young ppl, like even babies. there was a baby who was jiimin's fan i was like sdlffj

there were ppl selling merchandise too it was the biggest amt of bts stuff ive evers een in my life in one place holy shit. i loved it tho i wish i couldve bought a t shirt or something as a token but i only bought myself a bandana rip sdkfjsdkfjskfsd anyway, we stood there for like HOURS we arrived at like 3pm until fuckin 7pm my legs are all dead, i woke up w a cramp last night sfgdfg

while the queue moved i talked to armys, everyone was so fuckin excited they started yelling JHOOOOOOOPE AND SCREAMING OUTTA NOWHERE I WAS LIKE WHATS HAPPENIGNG

THERE WERE PPL IN THE QUEUE FOR THE \NEXT DAY\ DUDE. IT WAS RAINING SLIGHTLY LIKE PLEASE REST FRIENDS DONT DO THIS DSFGDG

i found it funny that the merchandise sellers (?) researched bts so hard, they were using fan lingo ksdjflsdkjfs ive never seen this holy shit. it felt like idk those anime cons i used to go on high school, except times 10000000 and with like more excitable ppl

after we entered the venue, ppl started singing, sometimes there was a drone recording stuff, and at some point their staff came over to take pictures

i was trying to find my friends but i was so fuckening lost and they were out of the venue still sdfsdfsdfsdf

at some point it turned into a single person queue (?) and then my friend found me thanks to me jumping and some fan's mom lending me her umbrella so i could spin it sdkfjsdf

anyway <3 me and gabs started talking abt the show, the boys, the fans, life universe and everything else. shes so sweet. i adopted her as my second sister xoxo

the queue was so big it went around the fuckin block, smh. when we got to the venue we started getting hyped sdlfkjsdlkfjsdf we managed to enter nicely, then we got up super nuts and IT WAS SO NICE INSIDE THERE

we got to a nice place in the front except it wasnt our assigned seats so we had to split up later sdkfjsdf but damn, it filled up super quick, i was shocked. i could see the stage quite nicely, i kinda regret not seeing their faces properly but i SAW them and i died and i emotionally hugged all of them so tiengo nada a perder sdfsdf

OKAY SO i filmed so many things. i was like trying to watch the concert, looking at the stage, looking at the screens, yelling, singing and filming skdfjsdf

when they started showing the mvs i was HYPED everyone was already singing and it was hard to not get into that excited vibe

AND THEN AN OPENING VIDEO STARTED AND I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT ITS STARTING

IT OPENED W NOT TODAY AND IM SDLFHALFHALFHALKHALFKAHD AND EVEYRONES STARTED GETTING UP ON THEIR FEET AND IWAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK GUYS I WANNA STAY SEATED BUT I HAD NO CHOICE, EVERYONE WAS STANDING ALL THE TIME SO I HAD TO DO IT TO SEE THINGS SDKFJSDF

THEY STARTED TALKING AND I COULDNT HEAR ANYTHING THERE WERE SO MANY PPL SINGING AND YELLING IT WAS HARD. I SORTA GOT THE "BRAZIL" AND "TAO CURTINDO (ARE YOU LIKING IT)" AND TAE SAYING "AMAMOS VOCES/ WE LOVE YOU"

LATER I FOUND OUT JHOPE SIAD BRAZIL WAS THE ONLY COUNTRY IN THE TOUR THAT SOLD OUT AND I WAS EMMO THEY LOOKED SO HAPPY

AT FIRST they looked tired but later they got excited bec the fans were... like so hyped sdflksdf

THEN CAME AM I WRONG, BAPSAE AND DOPE AND I DIED SDLFKSJDF THE CHOREOS BRO I WAS LIKE HOW CAN THEY DANCE LIKE THAT FOR REAL I CANT BELIEVE IT

it was so nice to hear everyone singing and yelling ogether it felt like we were performing with them too! dude idk i was emo

THEN CAME BEGIN AND JUNGKOOKS CHOREO AND IML IEK WHAT THE FUCK DUDE HOW CAN U DANCE LIKE THIS TEACH ME? BITHC

THEN JIMIN'S DANCE AND I DIED TOO GODDAMN! his dancing style is super smooth and sensual and like, the sense of weight is so light i die

it was so cool to hear ppl yelling their names, holy shit man sdkfjsdf

THJEN I THOUGHT STIGMA WAS COMING UP BUT SUGA CAME UP W FIRST LOVE AND I DEIED WITH THE PIANO HOYL SHIT DUDE THE COMBINATION OF THE VIDEO BEHIND HIM AND HIM RAPPING AND THE TONE OF THE SONG I WAS ALMOST CRYINFG DUDE IDK GABS LATER TOLD ME SUGA HAD CRIED AND I WAS LIKE BITCH ME TOO

THEN CAME UP LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST REPRESENTING ME BEC I WAS  SO LOST IN SAO PAULO HOYL SHTI SDKFJSDF

THEN SAVE ME CAME UP!!! AND HOLY SHIT I WENT HNUTS BECAUSE SAVE ME INTRODUCED ME TO THEM!!!! AND I DIED BEC TRHE TRANSITION FROM SAVE ME TO I NEED U WAS SOO GOOD IN THE END OF SAVE ME'S CHOREO THEY GO DOWN AND I NEED U STARTS W THEM RISING UP I DIED

THEN REFLECTIONNNNNNNNNN CAME UPPPPPP AND I WAS EMO AGAIN THE VIDEO AND NAMJOON OH YM GOD GUYS AND THEN HE SAND "I WISH I COULD LOVE MYSELF" AND EVERYONE ELSE SANG "WE LOVE YOU" BACK TO HIM AND HE GOT ALL CHOKED UP HOLY SHIT DUDE IM EMO TOO I IWHS I COULD EMOTIONALLY SUPPORT THESE KIDS THAT SUFFER WITH THE RUSH OF THE IDOL LIFE BUT IF THAT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD IM HAPPY AS FUCK

SO BITCH. STIGMA COMES UP AND I ALREADY AM DEAD AND DYING AND SINGING ALONG AND TAE'S HIGH NOTE CAME UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP IM STILL SCHJOPKEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

AND THEN COMES MAMA!!!!!!!! HOSEOKS KID PHOTOSSSD FSDFSDF AND THE FANS SINGING ALONG HOLY SHIT GUYS AT THE TIME OF THE BREAK HE STARTED MAKING A CRYING FACE AND A CHOKED UP VOICE AND  IALMOST CRIED WITH HIM

AND THEN JIN CAME BUPPPPP IM ALWAYS EMO WITH AWAKE BEC HE THINKS HES TALENTLESS AND HAS NO HABILITY BUT TDUDE EVERYONE SCREAMED HIS NAEM AND THE HIGH NOTESS I WAS KIKEAAAAAAAAAA BITHCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AFTER THAT I THINK THERE WAS CYPHER 4 AND THATS WHEN I TRULY LOST IT FUCK! THERES NO WAY TO SCREAM AND SING ALONG W CYPHER IDK DUDE IT WAS SO FUN TO GO OFF IT WAS ONE OF THE PERFORMANCES I LIKED THE MOST W THE FANS, AFTER SPRING DAY

THEN CAME UP FIRE AND IDIED W THE CHOREO, NOTHING NEW, AS ALWAYS I DIED THANKS. THEN THEY STOPPED AND I HEARD RAPMON ASKING IF WE WERE ENJOYING IT AND I DIED ALREADY LISTNEING TO IT COULDNT EVEN HEAR THEM, I HAD HEARD THEM TALK A BIT MORE TOO BUT I COULDNT MAKE ANYTHING OUT OF IT CUZ THEY WERE LIKE "SDJFSDF ??" AND EVERYONE SCREAMED AT IT

THEN THE MASHUP CAME UPGPPPPPPP I WAS SCREMAING SO MUCH ESP AFTER NO MORE DREAM. I FORGOT TO MENTION BUT BAPSAES DANCE BREAK KILLED ME TOO. AND THE CONFETTI IN RUNNNNNNNNNNNN I WAS EMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THEN 21 CENTURY GIRLS CAME UP AND I COULDNT STOP LOOKING AT TAE IDK HE SEESM TO DANCE THAT SONG RLLY NICELY AND IM WEAK

THEN THEY TALKED W US AGAIN AND I HEARD ONE OF THEM SAY THAT CONCERT WOULD ENTER THEIR STORY AND IT WAS THERE JIN SAID HE FELT BETTER BEC OF THE FANS, REFERRING TO AWAKE. FBITCH

THEN THEY COME UP W BOY MEETS EVIL AND IM SDLÇFKJSDFLKJSDF AND THEN BLOOD SWEEAT AND TEARS I COULDNT STOP LOOKING AT THE CHOREO HOLY SHIT WHAT A SONG!!! I HAD HEARD NAMJOON SAY BEFORE BOY MEETS EVIL THAT IT WAS THEIR LAST SONG BUT I WAS LIKE NAHHH U LYIN

BUT AFTER A LARGE PAUSE THERE WAS WINGS AND 2!3! I DONT REMEMBE RHTE ORDER BUT HOL FUCKING SHIT I ALMOST CRIED IN WINGS, CLAPPING DYIGNH IDK

THEN THEY CAME UP W SPRING DAYYY AND HOLY SHIT THE FANS SINGING AFTER IT ENEDDED I ALMOST CRIED AGAIN THE BOYS WERE ALL EMO AND IM LIKE BITCH ME TOO HUG ME. JIN WAS ACTUALLY CRYING

THEN THEY TALKED ABT BRAZIL I DONT REMEMBER MUCH BUT THEY SAID THEY WANTED TO COME HERE AGAIN, MORE FREQUENTLY, THEY WERE SAD TO GO AND THEY CALLED THE FANS THEIR WINGS. AND I FORGOT THAT BITCHING VIDEO THEY SHOWED UP BEFORE WINGS

SPEAKOING OF THE "BOY WHO GROWS UP" AND OF THE BOYS UNITED AND THE SEVEN HEARTS INSIDE ONE, AND ONE HEART UNITED WITH SEVEN AND IM LIKE "EGFAYUHFAUFHE LET ME SIT DOWN I CANT RISE UP AFTER THAT ONE" JESUS CHRIST DUDE WHAT ATHE FUCK I CANT RECOVER FROM THAT

AFTER THE CONCERT I FOUND GABS OUTSIDE, SHE HELPED ME FIND MY SIS SDKFJSDF THEN WE FOUND BIA AFTER SOME STRUGGLING SHE WAS SOOO OUT OF IT CUZ SHE SAW THEM FROM UP CLOSE . THEN WE WENT BACK TO THE HOTEL MY SWEET SISTER BOUGHT ME A BURGER KING SO I WOULDNT BE HINGRY AND I WAS LIKE EATING RLLY OUT OF IT

I SLEPT NICELY. LIKE, NOT 100% BUT NICELY. WOKE UP W NO VOICE AT ALL AND A BITCHING CRAMP IN MY LEGS SDSFS WE WENT TO A FAMOUS PARK LATER AND ITTWA S SUPER NICE WE BIKED ALONG IT AND MY LEGS DIED BUT I WAS A HAPPY MAN SDLFJSDF

ANYWAY WE WENT ABC KTO THE AIRPORT AND IT WAS COOL. I DIDNT THINK I WOULD LOVE THEM MORE THAN I CURRENTLY DO BUT AFTER THIS CONCERT I CAME UP AT A NEW LEVEL IM SUPER OUT OF IT DUDE. WOKE UP TODAY AND IT STILL FEELS LIKE IM THERE I LEFT PART OF MY SOUL THERE

#long post - #LIKE FOR REAL. A LONG POSTSD FSDFSFD #mine #bts #bts concert