#anons I hate to break it to you but I am a stranger

[many-but-one]

Every tumblr anon in my inbox: Yeah here’s me trauma dumping some triggering shit to a stranger on the internet so I can get validation for my problems instead of seeking help from people in the real, non-internet world.

[kaisturni]

let me | m. sturniolo

→ matt x fem!reader

→ plot; you’ve been on your own for a while, not needing or wanting the company of anyone. what happens when you meet a guy late night on the beach, and everything about him draws you in?

→ includes; making out, slightly suggestive towards the end, reader is slightly angst if you squint

→ a/n; this was my first request! it was by an anon, so i hope you like it :) this was super short i feel like i usually write longer lol but this is something i’d see myself doing a part 2 of!

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sand sticks to my feet as i walk along where it meets the waves, taking the salty air into my lungs.

the moon shines down on just me, seemingly the only soul on the beach unlike it’s brighter, more crowded counterpart.

i find a good spot further up on the sand, peeling my sweatshirt off to sit on. i cursed at myself for not bringing a towel, but this will do.

i didn’t bring anything besides my wallet and keys, since my apartment is a short walk away from the beach. i take walks like this alone often, so i don’t usually come geared up.

i’m used to being alone now. i left home, i don’t have roommates anymore, and everything just came falling apart. i cant rely on anyone anymore and i don’t want to.

closing my eyes, i sit with my solitude for a moment before i hear a pair of feet shuffling in the sand.

i open my eyes, he’s a fair distance away, but close enough that i can make out every detail of him.

he’s pretty cute; tattoos, all black, nice hair, all his features go together nicely. as if he can feel my gaze lingering on him, he turns in my direction as he fixes himself on his towel, and i quickly whip my head in front of me.

i feel rude, he definitely knew i was staring. just i did to him i can feel his eyes on me too, and i close mine to prevent from investigating.

“aren’t you like, cold?”

i look in every direction first before his, seeing if he could have been speaking to anyone else. but no, he’s the one other soul now present here.

truthfully i am a little cold, the breeze is fairly strong and here i am sitting on my jacket like an idiot who forgot to bring a towel to the beach.

“a little yeah,” i’m a little standoff-ish without meaning to. i feel bad. i have no reason to be rude to this person but i am.

“i have a blanket here if you want, you know to sit on or wear or somethin,” he lifts up a blue blanket that was out of my sight, and i ponder this strangers offer.

this could potentially be a really bad idea, but how many murderers are sitting on the beach at night with a baby blue blanket on them?

“sure, thank you,” i say, getting up and walking over to him.

our eyes meet and i can now see that his are blue, still glowing despite the lack of light present. his jaw is sharp and he gives me a sweet smile as he hands me the blanket, i smile back; both at his gesture and how handsome he is.

“i’m matt, by the way, and you can sit next to me if you want— if that’s not weird, if you don’t mind,” matt’s words pick up at the last part, and i giggle at his rambling.

“i don’t mind, and i’m y/n,” i say, settling down the blanket so it’s touching his side. we smile at each other as i sit down and prop my arms slightly behind me.

we sit in silence for a bit and i my eyes flutter shut again, before he breaks the quiet between us,

“so why are you all by yourself?” he asks, shifting his position to mimic mine.

“i just like being alone. plus, it’s pretty peaceful out here at night. less people but it’s so much more alive,” i tell him, taking in all of what’s around me.

“oh yeah i know what you mean. i’m sorry if i disturbed your alone time,” matt gives me a cheeky smile, and i feel my face grow hot realizing my situation and the accidental rude comment i made.

“sorry, i didn’t mean it like that.”

“all good,” he smiles warmly at me.

i want to keep more distance but at the same time i don’t. i hate myself for being drawn to him but for whatever reason i can’t. he seems so sweet and inviting and it makes me sick.

“what are you doing alone here?” i ask him, genuinely curious as to why he is here alone and casually picking out his new best friend.

he laughs for a second, “just needed some peace and quiet away from my brothers; nick and chris. i’m a triplet, we all live together. sometimes they just drive me crazy and i need a break.”

i purse my lips and nod, i almost crave to have people to drive me crazy.

“im guessing you guys are close?

“they’re my best friends, i love em to death,” he smiles, and i can tell he’s thinking about his brothers.

he obviously loves them. he has people he can love. maybe that’s where he gets his kindness from. kindness to give a stranger a blanket, offer conversation, he’s so nice that — it annoys me.

being attracted to him is also not helping.

i think he can almost tell that i’m getting annoyed, and he clears his throat.

“did you bring a suit, we can swim if you want?”

luckily i did bring a suit, and i can take him up on this offer. unfortunately for myself, it’s quite small and doesn’t cover much, but i can grit my teeth and stick it out because it’s dark out and he won’t be able to see much of me anyway.

“yeah, let’s do it,”

he peels off his hoodie, leaving him in just black swim shorts, and he looks down at me waiting for myself to change.

i take off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my matching black two piece. fitting.

matt seems to have no adverse reaction to my suit so i think i’m in the clear. he offers me his hand to help get up, and i take it.

“cmon,”

i’m shocked by how strong his grip is, how he easily picks me up off the ground with just one hand. this doesn’t help with my attraction to him, and neither does seeing him just above naked right in front of me.

“race ya!” i say, before sprinting to the water, him running after me calling my name.

i splash into the water before falling in, and a pair of arms grips around me, pulling me back up to the surface.

“i think you won,”

he glows in the halo of moonlight down on us, his body is slick with water and hair messy, it’s hard to keep my guard up when he’s so kind and attractive.

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after playing in the water for about 10 minutes, we drag our tired bodies up to the towels waiting for us on the sand.

i crash down first, and matt follows. he lays down on his back, eyes closed and chest rising up and down softly.

i can’t help but stare at him again. it’s became a problem that i can’t find the solution to. i don’t realize i still am, until i meet eyes with him.

“hey,” he says gently, his tired eyes peering into mine.

“hi,” i reply, my wet body shivering in the wind, cold air kissing my skin rapidly.

“come here, let me wrap you in this,” he moves to where i’m sitting on the blanket before picking up his towel and wrapping by body in it.

i sigh in relief at the warmth of it, he chuckles at my reaction.

we stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, and now that i’m closer i can see how plump and pink his lips are, his tongue swiping across his bottom one and i look up at his eyes and he’s staring at my own lips.

he leans in, and i close my eyes and brace for the contact of his mouth on my own.

it’s soft and warm, unlike anything i’ve felt before.

our mouths move in sync, and i find my hands tangling in his hair for something to grip on to. matt groans into my mouth lightly, his reaction making me want more of him.

he swoops me from my seated position to underneath him without breaking our kiss, one arm holding himself up and the other anchored on my waist.

all my bravado is gone as soon as i’m underneath him, and i can’t control my hands that explore his body, wanting to feel every bit of him.

it’s horrible; i just met him but in this moment he’s everything and i don’t want any of this to stop.

we both break away for air, and i hesitantly take my hands away from his body, them tingling at the thought of how his skin felt all from my palms to my fingers tips.

i want more.

he’s panting, lips puffy from kissing me, and he moves the sticky wet hair out of my face.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, hung eyes exploring my face, taking in every bit of me as i do the same for him.

“says yourself,” i say, unlike myself to directly compliment a man i had just met, let alone make out with him first.

“i don’t normally do this, i hope you know,”

“neither do i, i don’t normally find random cute guys to make out with at this time,”

he chuckles and drops his head, feeling wet droplets from his hair falling onto my skin.

i cant help myself, i want to kiss him again.

so i do.

matt is initially taken aback at first, before relaxing into me and his grip is stronger on my body than it was before.

our last kiss was about a minute ago— but even so this one is different. it’s less controlled, hungrier, and i can feel my body grow hot as it goes on.

his lips come apart from mine and they move down to my neck, lightly nipping and kissing down it.

i groan at his mouth on my skin, and my hand finds its way back to his hair again.

he’s been in my neck long enough that i’m sure i’m going to be marked up by matt, but i cant even begin to care in this moment.

he lifts his head up from my neck, i can tell he’s about to say something but before he does he grips onto my waist,

“we should, we should dry off. let me take you home, i can give you a ride,” his eyes pierce into mine, and my next sentence is difficult to get out.

“i actually walked, i live pretty close. but i wouldn’t mind a ride in your car,”

what is wrong with me?

he captures his bottom lip between his teeth, registering the words before even i do.

“perfect, let’s go,”

we quickly gather our beach supplies, not bothering to put on clothes or properly. beginning our walk to where his car his, he reaches his hand out to mine.

for a second i’m hesitant to take it, but i do anyway and our pace picks up and i’m almost being dragged to the car by him.

he has a sleek, black kia with dark tint. it’s a nice car, way nicer than mine. he unlocks it, turning around and signaling me to give him the stuff in my hand, and he shoves it in the trunk.

i find myself shuffling to the passenger seat of the car before he can even shut the trunk, nervousness kicks into me and my heartbeat is so loud in my own head i almost don’t hear him get into the drivers seat.

my head whips around and meets his gaze,

“hey,” he starts,

“hi,”

“want t… want to go to the back?”

[herejusttosufferalong]

L breaks up with J. He's distraught. Goes on a hot boy summer, meets A. She fills a void & he seems happy again, his family are thrilled that he's feeling better & they get on well with A cos she's just a regular, nice person (stay with me). So he has this attachment, like an emotional rebound & feels safe etc.

Press tour happens. L & N are like shit we love each other #polin #reallife. But do we love each other or are we just talking about having fake sex with each other to strangers constantly.

Brazil - oh no, I'm drunk. Let's get into the metaphorical carriage.

Rest of press tour - love you. Can't hide it. Oh no I forgot about my actual GF & have been reminded as her mum has gone 2007 Facebook mom on some comments.

Despite what a growing majority of Polin fans think, I'm actually not a little bitch. Let's give DM some photos of us and they'll leave my rebound alone so she isn't tarnished as an absolute N hating psycho

N - hashtag supportive but confused. See you in September when we can sit in an actual carriage and hash this out

L - K see you soon. Will keep the GF around cos I care for her and you're off being a fairy queen. Also where am I

are... are you drunk anon?

cuz i feel drunk reading this lmao

[uhohdad]

cries i don't think my ask went thru i don't know how to tell when ur doing requests or whatever anyways. i love bullying soft!könig i imagine it's hard to break him down at first but he's got some weaknesses? right?. ?? i had this idea.

do you think he's into masochism. so used to pain on the battlefield and a lack of pleasure seeking back at the base its because its still work, what does he even have to do on breaks?? on leave?? is he used to the loneliness?? has he accepted it or does a piece of him still crave??? does he feel like he deserves it and it creates this twisted perversion upon himself to love how he hates the way he loves.

what if you met him at a hole-in-the-wall bar. they serve dinner and drinks and there's always someone on the stage singing a song. you go there to eat the delicious food and listen to the local artists and occasionally a drink, but you're alone most of the time.

then this mountain of a man comes in, hunched like he's trying to make himself shrink out of existence, tentatively walk up to the bar. he's obv not local. his eyes darting around nervously, orders something you can't understand, but you're feeling thirsty and the waiter hasn't come around for 30 minutes.

you saunter up to the bar and order yourself dessert and look at the stranger. he makes fleeting eye contact, maybe you smile. something draws you in. "You new to town?" you might say. he nods. you talk a little, order him a drink. maybe he's a lightweight, or you just made him feel less crazy, because now you're both back at your booth sharing the dessert you ordered, talking about how weird other people are and how it's nice to talk to someone down to earth. it's so strange and it's so nice and the night goes on, and somehow, still, you find yourself falling for This Stranger, and so at some point, one of you takes the other by the hand, you're scooting closer. some silly sense of connection makes you feel comfortable enough to let your hand sit on his thigh. he's got blue eyes. drinking you in. you start touching him under the table. rubbing his thigh thru his cargo pants, gripping your nails through and letting him lean in with bourbon-cholocate lingering in his breath and something else, something desperate. you're letting your hand slip down his pants (at some point the belt was off. and it wasn't by your doing) and palming at his swollen cock. you can feel it throb. blue eyes. you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in, trying to hide all this under the premise of vulnerability, a hug, but you know it's more. he wants something.

you let your nails graze his balls and feel them tighten. he's hot to the touch but his fingers are cold as they hover above your hand. he guides you back up to hold his cock. keep going, he urges. he doesn't have to even say it.

you're raking your nails down his pelvis to then grasp and pull his cock. pumping it with a slick hand and thumbing the tip with your thumbnail. he's trembling. his breath pitches in your ear like a barely concealed whine. don't stop. don't stop even when it hurts. you jerk him off til he cums with a shuddering exhale and his knees hitting the underside of the table. you don't stop. you squeeze and pump him with his new slick, moving faster, there's sweat on his forehead and your shirt and he's barely keeping composure as you rake red lines down his shaft as he thrusts pathetically up into your hand, overstimulated and shaking at the realization he loves it, he loves this.

do you think he's into masochism.

you come onto my blog, sweet anon, you gift me the most delicious, scrumptious, beautiful concept and smut?? you upstage me on my own blog, sweet anon??

if i wasn’t into it before, i sure am now baby 😍😍😍

this is gold top to bottom but that second paragraph is ARTTTTTT

[jeonbunnie]

love is gone

pairing: reader x jeon jeongguk

anon suggested: “I had this idea for a fic it's angst with a lot of heartbreak with soft smut based on love is gone by Slander ft. Dylan Matthew, basically the oc and jungkook have been in a relationship for two years but recently she's felt him drifting away from her and things aren't the way it used to be so she plans a super cute date night in hopes of saving their relationship which he agrees too but he doesn't come home that evening....when he does come home the next day and mentions they have to talk she knows what he's going to say but she thinks if she can show him one more time he'll feel how much she loves him...but in the end his love is gone.”

summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.

genre: angst; smut; 18+;

content/warnings: POV shifts; boyfriend!jeongguk; established relationship;break up!au; hurt/comfort; make up sex (kinda lol); fingering,unprotected sex

soundtrack: love is gone— by slander ft.Dylan Matthew (highly recommend listening to the acoustic ver)

a/n: writing this made me… 😮‍💨 mark me down as sad and horny byeeeeeeeee. Also reader has brown eyes bc of reasons. Brown eyed girl supremacy, mwah!

word count: 1.4K

♪ It tears me up when you turn me down. I'm begging please, just stick around♪

"Baby, let's talk."

Something about the way he said it made your heart crack. The tone of his voice, the softness of Jeongguk's words, there's a finality to it all that made you anxious for what came next.

"Can you come with me for a minute?"

You didn't want to have this conversation. You already knew where it would lead.

Everything in you wants to say no. But it's the first time you've seen Jeongguk in 24 hours and the first time he's held your hand in weeks, so you let him lead you outside, helpless against his touch.

You couldn't face him when you sat down on the park bench, and you're sure the words you've been avoiding will be written all over his expression, so instead, you look out at the horizon.

It was hurting you. Sitting at the bench with Jeongguk so close but so far away, the distance between you verging on strangers.

You had half a mind to lash out and accuse him of breaking up with you in public so you could accept it quietly and not cause a scene. But you know him.

You know your boyfriend was kind and gentle-hearted. He probably brought you out here because you loved sunsets, and he wanted to give you a nice memory even as he said goodbye.

In the distance, the sunset was a red-orangey glow, casting everything the light touched in golden warmth—but you can't feel it. All you feel is ice-cold dread for what's about to happen.

So you beat him to the punch. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

All the air rushed out of Jeongguk in a sigh. "Am I that obvious?"

You would have laughed at his question if it hadn't hurt you so much. "You've been avoiding me all week. Last night, you asked me for space, and now you want to 'talk.' We haven't talked in days. I might be blindly in love with you, but I'm not an idiot," you said, trying hard to keep the words from coming out bitter.

Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair, nerves on edge. Masked behind your anger, he could hear the hurt in your voice, and he hated being the cause of it. This wasn't easy for him, letting you go. But he couldn't keep you either.

"I think," he started. "I think we should start seeing other people."

At his confirmation, a hot tear slid down your cheek. Before you could wipe the tear yourself, Jeongguk reached out, closing the distance between you, and brushed the tear away with his thumb. He never could stand seeing you cry.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, barely keeping yourself together.

"No. Of course not. It's not you—"

"—It's me?" You finished, offering him a wobbly smile. "You don't have to say that just to be nice."

The look on your face made Jeongguk's chest ache so much he could barely breathe. "I don't wanna hurt you. . ."

"But you don't want to stay either?"

He doesn't answer that question; somehow, the silence between you only makes you feel worse.

"I see. . . "you said, nodding your head. "So that's why you didn't come home last night."

You fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him to find his way back to you so the picnic basket you packed remained untouched on the counter. You thought you could remind him of how great things used to be by recreating your first date at the park.

It involved fairy lights, wine, and homemade sweets filled with the love you hoped to remind him of. The love you hoped was still there.

Now you realize Jeongguk was never going to come back home to you. Not last night or any night after.

In a way, you're grateful. Considering the surprise you had planned, it would have been embarrassing if he had come home the night before.

Of course, you still made it to the park, but the situation was dramatically different now. But instead of making up, you were breaking apart.

"I'm sure you noticed how different things are between us now," said Jeonggguk. "Last night, I needed time alone to think. I tried to imagine myself without you. And the thing is, I could….and it all felt so."

You bit your lip, holding back more tears. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"

Jeongguk was quiet for a moment, and hope built in your chest, but it died just as quickly when you saw him shake his head no.

Jeongguk forced his face to stay neutral. "I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could."

"So this is it then? We're over? Just like that?"

You want to cry, scream, and beg, but Jeongguk is still and calm beside you. So calm you know he's already decided to end things, and you know him well enough to know how stubborn he is that he won't change his mind now that he's made it up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand if you don't want to be around me, I've already made plans to stay at Joons tonight if you prefer me gone."

That was the last thing you wanted. "No," You said, pushing down the sobs that threatened to come from your mouth. "Can you stay, please?"

Jeongguk hesitated, looking away from the face of the setting sun. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea…" He didn't want to give you the wrong impression that there was any way to salvage your relationship. And more than that, he didn't want to lose his resolve because a night with you would make it that much harder to walk away.

"Just for tonight? I don't wanna be alone." It felt stupid to want him there now when he was the cause of your pain, but Jeongguk was one of the few people in your life who knew how to comfort you. You wanted him close, even at the most inopportune moment.

The word 'no' was at the tip of his tongue, but he turned to look at you, and the hurt he found there in your big brown eyes had him saying 'yes.'

And he knows he shouldn't, but Jeongguk can't help but comfort you like he always has. Even though you broke up, it didn't change the fact that he still cared for you, still had love for you. He told himself it was just a reflex that had him reaching for your hand on the walk back home.

It's reflex that has him curling up next to you in bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to be the big spoon, as always.

Reflex that has him kissing away your tears, neck, and shoulder.

Reflex that has his hands sliding underneath your clothes to rub you through your underwear, desperate to make you feel good.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

And before he knows it, he's sinking into you with a groan, getting lost in the familiar warmth of your body.

You're so wet it was easy to slip inside, and even though he's already inside you, so close, naked body flush against yours—it's not enough.

Jeongguk still wanted more.

He couldn't help but grip your thigh, lifting your leg to push in deeper, to feel more of you as his cock slid in and out of your heat.

It has to be a reflex because it can't be love that has his hips driving into you, over and over and over again.

It can't be love that has him moaning into your mouth, kissing you until you are both out of breath, till you clench around him and he spills inside you, filling you up so perfectly.

Because if it is love and not the memory of loving you that makes it so hard to pull away hours later when your tears have dried, and your heart beats steady as you sleep dreamless on the side of the bed that used to be his—then Jeongguk is making a mistake. It was possibly the biggest mistake of his life.

Jeongguk isn't sure he can live with being the one to break both of your hearts. But he'd rather end it all before your relationship's indifference could turn to something cruel. He'd finish it now before you could hurt each other further.

If he had thought about it more, Jeongguk might have seen the love hidden in his actions. That there was something here worth saving, worth fighting for.

But that wasn't what he wanted. Jeonguk didn't want to think of everything he was giving up walking away from you.

It was much easier to pretend his love for you was gone.

[actual-changeling]

i hope every single person that sent anon hate, harassed people on their own posts, publicly shit-talked blogs, and thought it acceptable to actively discriminate and make people feel unsafe is aware that they are not just ruining the fandom spaces for people but the show itself.

are you happy now? was "defending" a fictional character that you have destroyed to the point of complete obliteration worth harming actual, real people?

harassing and bullying people trying to enjoy a show that means a lot to them is never justified, and whatever reasons you think you have that make it fine in your head—i genuinely hope you experience the worst possible consequences for your actions. you do not have the moral high-ground, you are no better than school bullies ruining another child's life.

have good omens to yourself, circle-jerk your bigoted, shitty opinions until your hands fall off, but stop abusing strangers that have done absolutely nothing to deserve any of it.

your actions have consequences, there are people behind these blogs, people that are affected by your harassment and insults. i am tired of being unable to say a single thing without getting jumped. i am tired of being persecuted for daring to have an opinion that does not align with yours.

i am tired of talking about this show because with all your crusades you have achieved exactly one thing: people hate aziraphale now and they hate him because of YOU.

because that is what happens when you harass people like that, you make that character the front and centre of your abuse and people consequently start disliking them because that's all they are now—a means of inflicting pain. you should feel fucking ashamed for everything you have done.

to anyone who is also tired: i'm sorry.

step away, take breaks if you have to, and hopefully you can find your way back to enjoying the show. my dms and asks are open if you need to vent, complain, or just want to talk about it. (they're especially open if you want to send some fun, light-hearted good omens headcanons and the like).

maybe we can build a kind, shared fandom space again, either way—it was nice while it lasted.

[osachiyo]

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[lovetaroandtaemin]

A Bit of Fun

Jung Sungchan x Reader

Word Count: 3,622

This fic is NSFW! Minors DNI!

Content warnings: Smut (Unprotected sex, some dirty talk, biting, creampie, blowjob), Some angst, Sungchan is a tad possessive at the end, suggestive conversations. If there are any that I missed please let me know!

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by this ask that I got a few months ago. I'm so sorry it took so long for this fic to come out, but I hope that you like it if you're the anon that sent the ask! Even if you're not, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Feedback is always appreciated! I also want to add that this fic is not beta read.

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You were starting to regret going shopping with your best friend, Yeji, and her roommate, Miyeon. Yeji was insistent that she needed a new dress for her boyfriend’s party that night. In truth, however, she and Miyeon were trying to help you forget about your ex. The problem with that was that everything reminded you of Donghyuck. The dress that Miyeon had picked out was his favorite color. The shop’s speakers played your song. No matter what it was, every little thing made you think of the man that had broken your heart.

“(Y/N), are you coming to Eunseok’s party tonight?” Miyeon’s question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, I am. I haven’t been out without Donghyuck in a while, it’s gonna be fun.”

“You should try to hook up with somebody,” Yeji interjected, “You know, get over Donghyuck by getting under someone else.”

“Yeji!” you and Miyeon said at the same time.

“What? It’s how I got over Jaemin. Plus, the guy that I ended up hooking up with was Eunseok. And now we’ve been dating for almost a year.”

“I have seen how happy Eunseok makes you,” you said.

“Just please be careful,” Miyeon added. “I know that you really wanna get over Donghyuck, but I don’t want you to get hurt. The guys you used to hook up with didn’t exactly have your best interest at heart.”

“Thanks, Miyeon. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“I really hate to break up this sweet moment of my two best friends bonding, but if you’re going to the party tonight, you should also probably pick a new dress, (Y/N),” Yeji said.

“Good idea, I really wanna catch people’s attention tonight.”

After you picked a dress, Yeji dropped you off at home. As you started to get ready you decided to take Yeji’s advice. Your roommate was out of town for the week, so tonight was the perfect time to try to meet someone to have a little fun with. Hopefully, the extra care you took while doing your hair and makeup would mean that you’d catch the eye of a handsome stranger.

It took you longer than usual to get ready, so when you showed up at Eunseok’s apartment, the party had already started. You never liked being late, but tonight you didn’t mind since it seemed to work in your favor. All eyes were on you, and people liked what they saw. The bright pink dress you had bought earlier hugged your curves perfectly and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. Your makeup was simple but still flattered your features. The best part of your look, in your eyes, was your hair. It was styled in loose waves, framing your face.

It wasn’t a handsome stranger that caught your attention at the party. It was someone that you already knew. Well, you kind of knew Sungchan, but the two of you weren’t close. He was the drummer in Eunseok’s band. You had seen him around a lot going to shows with Yeji, but he never usually caught your eye. Tonight, however, he looked too good for you to not be interested. He was dressed casually, but it was obvious that he knew he looked good. His red t-shirt suited him perfectly, and the jeans he was wearing fit him just right. After staring at him for what felt like forever, you decided to walk over and strike up a conversation.

“Hi, Sungchan right? I’m (Y/N).”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you around before, you’re Yeji’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. She actually invited me tonight.”

“Well, I’m happy that she did, you look fucking sexy.”

“You don’t look too bad, yourself. Red is definitely your color.”

“Based on the blush on your cheeks, I’d say that red looks good on you too,” he said with a wink.

You smiled at the compliment and said, “Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him to where other people were dancing. You started to sway your hips in time with the song, and if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, he was extremely interested in the way you moved. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway with you. It was obvious to anyone that saw the two of you that there was chemistry. He was looking at you like you were the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and you were looking at him like nothing else in the world mattered.

After a few songs, his hands found their way to your ass, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Do you like that?” You nodded, and he squeezed gently. The gasp that slipped out of your mouth made Sungchan chuckle.

You decided to return the favor by kissing him with everything you had. He let out a small noise of surprise, and when you pulled away it was your turn to laugh. The smile on his face when you laughed made your heart feel like it was on fire. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. So, you leaned closer and whispered, “We should take this back to my place. I think we’d have a lot more fun there.”

“What kind of fun did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Well in that case, let’s go.”

You quickly found Yeji and Miyeon to let them know you were leaving with Sungchan. Yeji cheered, and Miyeon looked worried. You reassured her that you would be safe, and that seemed to make her feel better. Before you knew it you were leading Sungchan to your car, desperate to get home as soon as possible.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with anticipation, especially with Sungchan teasing you as you drove. He made comments about how seeing you so focused on driving was a turn-on, and how he couldn’t wait to see what you had in mind when the two of you got back to your apartment. His hand on your thigh also didn’t help with the arousal between your legs that was almost too much to bear.

When you finally got back to your apartment, you practically dragged Sungchan to your room. Once you were there, however, he took full control. Within seconds he had you pinned to your bed, his lips quickly finding their way to your neck. You let out a small moan, which only egged him on. After a few more minutes of teasing, he pulled away just long enough to admire the small hickeys left along your collarbone before he leaned in and kissed you.

His lips felt like heaven, and you almost felt like you could stay just where you were and be content. Almost. You could feel how hard he was through his pants, and it was starting to drive you crazy. Plus, it had been months since the last time you had been fucked properly.

“Please just do something already,” you whined.

“I am doing something, I’m kissing you.”

“But I want more.”

You didn’t need to say anything else before Sungchan pulled your dress off, unhooked your bra, and threw your clothes on the floor, Then he started kissing all over your chest, leaving hickeys wherever he wanted. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you, but you still wanted more.

“Oh my god, just fuck me already!” you cried out in desperation.

As soon as the words left your mouth, something snapped. Sungchan needed you, and he needed you now. He stood up just long enough to rip clothes off while you made quick work of the little clothing you were still wearing. Before you knew it, he was on top of you again. His lips found their way back to your neck, and he aligned his tip with your pussy.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, lifting his head so the two of you were making eye contact.

“I’m sure. I want you inside me.”

He gently pushed his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling as you threw your head back. It took a moment for Sungchan to adjust to the feeling of your walls around his cock, so for a minute he was still. Then, he grabbed your chin, making you look at him as he started to thrust in and out.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, Sungchan’s groans, and skin slapping skin as the two of you lost yourselves in pleasure. You had to admit, he was sexy like this. His mouth hung open, allowing you to hear just how you were making him feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, “You’re taking it so well, baby.”

You could only moan in response. Something about the way he called you baby turned you on more than it probably should have. This man knew exactly how to drive you crazy, and you loved it.

It didn’t take much longer before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. Based on the fact that you could feel Sungchan’s thrusts getting sloppier, it seemed like his own climax was approaching as well.

“I’m close,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby, me too,” he said, “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left his mouth he pulled you into a kiss and you felt your orgasm wash over you. Feeling you cum around his cock triggered Sungchan’s orgasm, and all you could think about as you felt him unloading inside you was how badly you wanted him to do it again. You were far too tired for that tonight, however. Once the two of you came down from your highs, he helped you clean up and held you until both of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you were startled to find another person in your bed. Then, you remembered the events of the night before and started to relax. You rolled over and looked at Sungchan as he slept, smiling as you remembered the way he had made you feel the night before. You couldn’t linger, however, since you had plans to get coffee with Yeji and Miyeon in an hour. So, you got up and started to get ready for your day.

Once you were done brushing your teeth, you returned to your room to find Sungchan getting dressed. For a moment you considered looking away, but considering you had seen everything the night before, you weren’t too concerned. When he turned around and saw you, he smiled and said, “What are you looking at?”

“You. Why? Is that a problem?”

“No, I was just gonna ask if you like what you see.”

“Was last night not enough of an indicator that the answer to that is yes?”

“No, it was, I just like hearing you say it.”

You rolled your eyes at that and decided to ask if you could see Sungchan again soon. He happily agreed, handing you his phone so you could put your number in. You sent him a quick text so that he had your number as well, then finished getting ready for coffee with your friends.

You and Sungchan ended up leaving your apartment around the same time. He left to go home so he could get ready for band practice with Eunseok, and you left for your favorite café. When you got there, you found Yeji and Miyeon sitting at your usual table discussing the party the night before. Miyeon greeted you when she saw you, and Yeji excitedly asked what happened after you left with Sungchan.

“I don’t know if I should say,” you mumbled as you remembered what had happened.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell us!” Yeji said, louder than she should have.

“No, she doesn’t,” Miyeon said. “If she doesn’t feel comfortable with it you shouldn’t make her.”

“It’s ok, Miyeon.” You turned to Yeji and smiled, adding “I won’t go into detail, but I will say that you were right about getting over Donghyuck by getting under someone else. Sungchan is incredible in bed.”

Yeji cheered, and Miyeon smiled. Both your friends were happy to hear that you were finally moving on. Miyeon voiced her concerns about you getting your heart broken again, but you assured her that you weren’t looking for anything serious with Sungchan.

The three of you continued to chat and drink coffee until Yeji had to leave. After she waved goodbye, Miyeon turned to you and said “I’m happy to hear that you’re getting over Donghyuck. Just be safe, please.”

“You got it!” you said, pulling her into a hug. The two of you parted ways, and you got a message from Sungchan. It simply said, “We’re playing a show tonight, will you come?” You smiled and sent back a message promising to attend.

That night when Sungchan was preparing to perform, he was full of anxiety. Usually he had no problem performing, but he had to admit that knowing you were in the audience was making him nervous. He liked you a lot, and he really wanted to impress you.

You got to the bar with Yeji and Miyeon shortly before the show was about to start, and Yeji quickly found the three of you a spot near the stage. When Sungchan, Eunseok, and the rest of their band came onstage to perform, the crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers. Eunseok quickly introduced the band, then they started to play.

The second the show started; you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Sungchan. His charisma was already evident when he wasn’t on stage, but when he was on stage anyone that saw him could tell that he was passionate about music as well. He loved playing, and you loved to watch him.

When the concert ended, you quickly found Sungchan to say hello. The moment he saw you he grinned and asked what you thought about the show.

“You guys are incredible. It’s obvious that you love what you do, and your energy onstage is infectious.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he blushed, “you look good tonight.”

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Would you like to come back to my place? Eunseok is sleeping at Yeji’s tonight, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.” Sungchan could only hope that he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.

“I’d love to, I just need to let Yeji know since she drove me here.”

You quickly found your friend, letting her know that you didn’t need a ride home. She gave you a knowing smile and told you to have fun. Once the two of you got in the car, you felt a familiar tension. Based on how he looked at you when he parked, you guessed that Sungchan felt it too.

The moment you were through the door he pushed you against it and kissed you. After what felt like eternity, he pulled away for air. When he did this, he briefly let go of you, so you took the opportunity to drop to your knees. You looked up at him and said, “Can I?” He quickly nodded and started to unbutton his pants.

You gently moved his hands back to his sides and finished removing his pants and boxers. After ensuring he was ok with it once again, you quickly took him in your mouth and started to move your head along his shaft. He groaned and moved his hands to your hair, pulling slightly.

As you continued sucking his cock, it was obvious that Sungchan was enjoying it. He was quieter than the last time you had slept together, but he had started to gently thrust into your mouth. The more he reacted to your movements the more you realized you loved watching him lose himself in pleasure.

Eventually his thrusts got faster and sloppier. In response you decided to toy with him a bit, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. He let out a loud moan and tried to warn you that he was close. Before the words came out, however, he was cumming in your mouth, a combination of various swear words and moans of your name leaving his lips.

Once you swallowed all of it, Sungchan helped you off the floor and finally led you to his room. However, you decided to end your activities therefor the night, instead opting to get to know each other better. You learned that his dream was to be a famous musician, and that his friendship with Eunseok went back to when the two were in elementary school. He learned that you had known Yeji basically your entire life since your parents were close friends, and that your dream was to own your own café instead of working in someone else’s like you had been. The two of you continued to learn new things about each other until you were too tired to continue talking, at which point you drifted to sleep holding each other.

For a while, this was your relationship with Sungchan. The two of you hooked up after every show, plus whenever one of you was lonely late at night. The arrangement was fine, but over time you started to want something more. Sure, Sungchan was incredibly attractive, but he was also kind, funny, and confident. You considered telling him about your feelings, but you didn’t want to drive him away if they weren’t reciprocated.

Then something happened that took you by surprise. It started just like any other time. You texted Sungchan asking him to come over. He did, and he fucked you until you could barely walk. Then came the aftercare. In the months since you had started hooking up, this had become your favorite part. He helped you get cleaned up every time you two slept together, no matter how tired he was after. Then the two of you settled into bed, and you talked about whatever silly things had happened that day. Except this time, before you could share your typical stories about work and spending time with Yeji and Miyeon, Sungchan said something that you never expected to hear.

“I think I want more than this.”

“What?”

“I want more than this. I don’t wanna just be the guy that you fuck when you’re bored. I wanna be able to call you mine.”

His words made your heart do backflips in your chest, and you were speechless. He actually felt the same way that you did.

“(Y/N)? Was that too much? I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have said- “

“No, no, no, it’s ok, really. I’ve wanted something more for a while now, I was just surprised that you did too.”

“So, does this mean- “

“That I’d like to be your girlfriend? Yes, it does,” you said with a grin.

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. This one, however, felt different. Rather than the lust that had fueled his earlier actions, this kiss felt full of love. You pulled away with a smile, then the two of you settled into a comfortable silence as sleep overtook you.

A few weeks after you and Sungchan made it official, you decided to go to the club together for a bit of fun after a difficult day. When you got there the music was blasting, and all you wanted was to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. However, you were interrupted by an all too familiar voice calling your name.

“(Y/N), hi!”

You turned around and your expression changed to one of surprise upon seeing who it was. “What do you want, ‘Hyuck?” you asked.

“I just wanted to say hi and catch up. You look gorgeous tonight by the way.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words. You still hated his guts, but he had always been a smooth talker. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing a hell of a lot better now that I’ve run into you.”

Sungchan immediately wanted to beat the shit out of Donghyuck. He held back, however, because he refused to get arrested on your first proper night out as a couple. Donghyuck seemed disinterested in Sungchan, however, as he continued looking at you like you had come to the club alone.

“Would you like to dance?” Donghyuck asked as he held his hand out to you.

Before you could answer, Sungchan piped up and said, “She’s here with me, asshole. Go find someone else to dance with.”

“I wasn’t talking to you; I was talking to (Y/N).”

“I’m not interested, ‘Hyuck, leave me alone,” you said.

He scowled at you and walked away, finding someone else to flirt with. You turned back to Sungchan, but before you could ask him to dance, he asked “What the hell? Why were you smiling at him like that?”

“I was trying to be nice!”

“You were flirting with him.”

“No, I was not.”

“Then why were you looking at him like you wanted to fuck him?”

“I was just smiling because he said something nice! What is with you?”

“Maybe I just don’t like when my girlfriend is visibly interested in someone else.”

“Sungchan, I was not interested in him! Donghyuck is my ex!”

“Whatever, we’re leaving,” Sungchan said as he dragged you out the door of the club.

“Why are we leaving?”

“We are leaving so I can fuck you until the only name you can remember is mine.”

This was going to be a long night, but you were never one to complain about that. Seeing your boyfriend so jealous was hot.

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one. If you're the anon that sent the ask, I am sorry that this fic took so long. If anyone reading this has a request, send an ask or a dm! I promise it won't take as long as this one did.

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[phoenixwrites]

How do you keep yourself from feeling down about your haters/anti your ships?

There’s these (literally) 5 girls who think they’re the queens of my current small fandom and their hate is starting to get to me even though I try to let it roll off my back.

How do you do it, Phoenix?🥺 How do you keep the Plastics from ruining your fandoms and ships?

Oh goodness, Sass, I'm so sorry. I've been in my fair share of fandom dramas (the worst being last summer) and it's never an easy thing to deal with.

I want to gently correct you, though. The hate DOES get to me. Last summer, there were anons in my inbox telling me I deserved to be sexually assaulted as a child because I support dark fic writers. There were anons calling me a pedophile. There is a 600 note reblog going around the Stranger Things fandom claiming I was a pedophile. I was suicidal at that point, because it was triggering as hell.

But at the same time, I refused to give up MY tumblr space because of bullies. This is my blog. I've had it since 2011, it has been a space of freeverse, of gossip, of art, and of joy. I will not change that for the satisfaction of a few teenagers who think TikTok is activism.

I got through it a few ways.

Turn off anons. I am a stubborn bitch and I only turned my anon off once during that period, right after someone told me I deserved being assaulted at seven years old. I turned it off for one night then turned it right back on, because I hated limiting access to my lovely anons because of bullies--same reason I haven't privatized my AO3 account, even though AI very likely will steal my work. I hate the thought of some anon who reads my fics for comfort being denied access to them. But that's my thing. Turning off anon is the best way to shut off their power to hurt you. If you don't want to turn off anon, delete their messages. I am CHOOSY about which anons I answer. They are reaching out to me, on MY blog, it's my decision whether I deign to answer them or not. If I'm in the right mood for it, I might be trolly and snarky. If they're sweet, I love to hear from them. But I delete just as many as I answer.

Get off the internet. The internet is my space where I can zone out and do whatever I want. Sometimes that means watching a carefully curated selection of TV shows while writing fanfic. Sometimes it means doing TV show meta. Sometimes it's just goofing off. But the internet is chocolate, it's a lovely sweet treat. But if you have nothing but chocolate, you will get sick. Take walks. Go outside. Forget online drama (it's never that serious), enjoy your offline friends, snuggle your furry friends, go out for a cup of coffee and read a book.

Curate your experience. If you see someone with an absolutely RANCID take--like how Eddie wasn't flirting outrageously with Chrissy (sure jan) or Neal was a rapist, whatever. Don't engage, don't comment, don't reblog. BLOCK THOSE BITCHES. Block the people who make you feel weird. Block someone who used to be in your fandom but has moved onto reblogging something that annoys you. Block, block, block. Or use tumblr savior assiduously. When it was really bad in Hellcheer land, I watched Smallville and blogged about it until I felt ready to play in Hellcheer again.

At the end of last summer, the hate started dying off for a couple of reasons.

One, school was starting (yes, I do believe the majority of these bitchy anons are bored children, they ALWAYS have an uptick during school breaks).

Two, I got a book deal. I was too thrilled with my success and though they tried to threaten me, it didn't have much of a sting. My publisher and agent don't give a shit about the latest fandom drama. My editor LOVES horror and darklit.

Three, I fell in love. I have an incredibly wonderful partner who is a writer too (for television! I used to write fanfic for a show he worked on! :D). Autumn was an incredibly wonderful season of joy for me (minus my then-work troubles) which bled into a romantic winter, a challenging spring, and now it's becoming a lovely summer.

I had a bunch of lovely things happen to me that made me realize that the internet is actually quite small. It doesn't matter if STEDDIELOVER69 hates me or believes I'm a pedophile. What matters is that there are plenty of other folks who love reading my work, who like hearing my thoughts, who enjoy my VQ gossip, and those are the people I want to engage with.

Those folks don't know you and the joy you experience every day. Keep that joy close to your heart, as closely as they keep their own bitterness and cruelty.

You'll be all right, love. I promise it gets better.

[acewritesfics]

Study Time | Eddie Munson

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: From Anon

Warnings: Self doubt, feelings of failure. Implied smut.  

Word Count: 845

Credit: @/firefly-graphics for the hellfire club dividers.

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Y/N is startled awake as the trailer door slams shut. She hadn’t intended to doze off while she awaited Eddie’s return from his Hellfire Club meeting. She was more tired than usual since this week at the video store had seemed busier. She wasn’t sure if it was the upcoming spring break or the fact that everyone had chosen to host a movie night this week. She was sorting through the returned VCRs when she started falling asleep at the counter, and Steve had instructed her to go home. 

As Eddie entered his bedroom with a discouraged expression on his face, she sat up on the bed. The mischievous gleam in his deep brown eyes had faded, and his shoulders slumped. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked as he flung himself on the bed next to her. His face hit the pillow as he screamed in frustration and murmured something she couldn’t quite make out. “I’m sorry. What was that? I don’t understand your pillow grumbling.” 

He groans into the faintly stained pillow once more before turning onto his back and looking up at her. “I’m failing yet again.” 

“No, you’re not,” she responds, perplexed as to why he would believe so. He assured her that he was passing his classes, albeit not with an A or even a B, but he was well on his way to graduating.  

“Ms. O'Donnell told me today that I was barely passing her class,” he informs her. “I have to pass her final or I won’t graduate…again.” 

She frowns, remembering her days in the old teacher’s classroom, Prior to starting a relationship with Eddie, she had never had any problems with the teacher. In fact, she had warned her against being in a relationship with Eddie, claiming that the metalhead would only bring her down to his level. “I’m pretty sure the old hag just has it in for you.”  

He sighs, “Or I’m just stupid.” 

She reprimands him for talking so negatively about himself by giving him a little tap on the shoulder. “You’re not stupid. You just struggle sometimes. You are not failing, either. "You just need to pass this final, like you mentioned.” 

“And how am I going to achieve that?” he asks cynically. 

“I’ll help with your studies,” She gets up from his bed and walks over to the desk, which was across the room. She searches through the notebooks until she locates the one she gave him that had all of her notes from the previous year. He sits up as she returns to the bed and settles back down next to him. “Have you gone over my notes from last year?” 

He has a remorseful expression in his eyes as she glances at him. He hadn’t even glanced at her notes, if he were being completely honest. In order to create room for the notebooks that contained all his notes and campaigns for his Dungeons & Dragons adventures, he pushed her notebooks aside and quickly forgot about them. 

“You haven’t, have you?” His silence was all the answer she needed. “Edward Munson.”  

He rolls his eyes, “Jesus Christ, don’t you start on me.”  

He hated that he was letting her down. He didn’t want to. She had been by his side through both his failure to graduate while she graduated herself last year. She had the opportunity to end their relationship and move on to someone else, but she stuck with him, offered him support, and continued to love him through it all. 

“Look through my notes. I’ve highlighted everything that should be helpful,” she instructs him. “I’ll do my best to help you if there is anything you need help with.”  

“I’m struggling with everything,” he admits, leaning back against his headboard. She feels Eddie drawing circles on her back. His light touches her, sending a thrill through her body. “Where are you up to in class?”  

As he tells her where they were up to, he leans closer, his chest against her back, kissing her from her shoulder to her neck. She chews her lower lip as she flips through the pages, looking for the necessary notes. 

“Eddie,” she breathes softly, a whimper caught in her throat. As he puts his lips on her sweet spot, his teeth graze her skin. To prevent any further moans from escaping her throat, she bites her lip more firmly. “You need to study,” 

“I can do that later,” he replies, moving away from her neck and turning her head towards him. He takes the notebook from her grasp and tosses it to the side, while he crushes his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. 

He pushes her back into the bed, as he crawls over top of her, running his ringed hands beneath his Dio shirt that she’s wearing. With one knee bowed against his hip and the other wedged between his legs, she pulls on his shirt to draw him closer. She was aware that he was doing this to divert her attention from his difficulties. She would allow the distraction… this time. 

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[amethyst-aster]

I'm going to take a break from tumblr and I don't know how long. I got hate mail that made me want to throw myself off of a bridge without knowing what I specifically did wrong and I now hate myself and them when I had the best night of my life before.

Mk?

Anyone who's close w me has my discord where i'll be active there

goodbye bitches, whores, and sluts

i'm sick of ppl thinking them know who I am and what my behaviors are and mocking me and basically saying i'm a horrible person through anon of all things, through a screen

so anon, fuck you for making me feel so horrible inside.

I am nothing like your mother.

I hope you learn not to bully strangers off of the internet

are you happy?

is this what you wanted?

well congrats.

You don't have to deal with me anymore.

I quit.

[kairiscorner]

HI PO OMG MAY NAISIP PO AKO

db like Hobie canonically CANNOT sing to save his life, so like po what if he tries to harana filipino!reader sa evening kung kelan po matutulog sya sa evening HAHAHAHA

Have a great day po!!!! 🫶🫶

-🫶 anon

HI PO ANON <333 omg, i can see his voice (iykyk) THAT'S SO CUTE OF HIM THOUGH LIKE WHAT (i am obsessed with this hobie gif)

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finally, at the dead of night, you were able to catch a moment of peace and quiet. you were busy the whole day, running errands, doing chores, and restlessly working; you deserved this night of long overdue slumber you had to make up for missing.

as your head hit the pillow and as you got comfy underneath your sheets, smiling slightly to yourself as you felt the bed practically consume your figure with how much more amplified the softness of it was, after not having rested on it for a long while. you were too excited to dream, already dreaming to yourself while barely awake what kinds of dreams you hoped to see, hoped to experience, hoped to...

a loud guitar strum was heard in the distance, and the recoil of feedback rang throughout the entire neighborhood.

"pakshet," you muttered to yourself as your bed suddenly felt like a slab of concrete; your pillow felt as hard as a boulder, and as hot as flaming coals for barbecue--it was him again. that loud, noisy neighbor you had that consistently never failed to bother you. he was an... interesting fellow, he looked very unique, very eye-catching. dare you say, he was attractive.

but with this sense of attraction came a sense of sheer annoyance; though he was a stranger to you for the longest time, it was that every time you two interacted, he always, always knew how exactly to piss you off. whether he meant to or not, he always got on your nerves somehow. he'd never stop hanging around you, tease you a little, rile you up to get you flustered and even grumpier as he smirked down at you; and you hating how well his provocation worked, every time.

but this was the last straw, blatantly playing his music loud and clear--in the night, when everyone was sleeping--good grief, you'd never catch a break with him. "hello, testing, testing..." you heard his smooth, deep voice reverberate through a microphone. "tangina, may microphone pa siya?" you muttered to yourself as you wrapped yourself further into the sheets, covering your face with your pillow, hoping the layers would block all his noise.

after a few screeches from the microphone feedback, he finally spoke again. "gd'evening, hoping this song sends a shiver up your spine–and maybe... get you to consider letting me make you mine." his voice sounded so confident, yet so calm--as if he was certain he'd win whoever he meant to call out for that easily.

you rolled over on your side towards the direction where his voice was coming from outside out of curiosity, feeling pity for the poor soul who'd surely be dying of embarrassment having a public disturbance offered in their na-- "this one's for you, kay cute mo."

oh. fuck.

you knew that phrase all too well, that was what he quipped whenever you'd pout, get flustered, annoyed, or pissed off at him. it was meant for you. "anong kasalanang ginawa ko para mangyari 'to sa'kin..." you muttered as you soon prayed for yourself that hobie would give up and leave, spare you both from a horrible earful from the cops that you were sure were coming as you knew your neighbors would be dialing them up right now, or even from earlier when they heard his first guitar strum.

hobie strummed away at his electric guitar, and as soon as you heard the opening beats and the rhythm picked up, you couldn't believe your ears--it was a metal version of "pasilyo" by sunkissed lola. you feel like you could crawl out of your skin right here and now, the song that was stuck in your mind for the past few days was now being sung to you out your window, down by the street, by a guy who annoyed and teased you to death whenever he got the chance to.

and the worst part was, his voice... oh goodness, he'd put all your terrible scores at karaoke by the timezone to shame. you were embarrassed already he was causing a public disturbance for you, but to call it singing was blatantly insulting to both of you. he hardly mispronounced the lyrics--which, you were thoroughly impressed by--but his actual singing... it hurt you in more ways than you could imagine. and he kept it going. all the way from 10 PM to 2 AM.

"tumahimik ka nga! go the fuck home, brown!" you shouted at him from your window after you kicked the covers up and grumbled. he chuckled to himself when you finally called him by his name, which echoed throughout the whole neighborhood. you hated how a warmth settled within you when he chuckled like that, it made you wanna scream at him even more. "what do you think of that, shorty?" he asked with an endearing tone as you grumbled. "i'm calling the police on you!" you shouted from your window as you turned your back to him.

"ihaharana parin kita bawat gabi, hanggang sa masasagot mo ang aking tanong--maari bang maging tayo?"

you loathed how you kept listening to and feeling such a fuzzy warmth envelop you as he spoke, you loathed how you couldn't bring yourself to complain about him, and you loathed how desperately you wanted to give him your answer.

"ina neto..." you muttered as a furious flustered feeling creeped up in your bones and made you want to scream--a romantically excited scream that gave away only one thing: how you really felt for him.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @binibinileonara @q2ie

[fizzigigsimmer]

Caligator has such an appeal, because of what they have in common. I'm really hoping Fargo makes Gator more sympathetic and less a jerk. Even Dot was not afraid of him. Just shoved him and said, "shame on you!" Maybe Joe is following Dacre's playbook for Billy.

I am holding out hope for a redemptive arc for Gator too anon! It’s all early speculation at this point but I’ve seen a lot of symbolism and character beats in the first couple of episodes that lead me to believe that at the very least, a break from his father is imminent. It’s like you said, nobody’s afraid of him, because the narrative is going out of its way to show us and tell us that he’s posing. Billy posed too, for many of the same reasons, but unlike Gator, Billy’s narrative didn’t actually care whether or not the audience recognized that or not. Even the Duffers have said that a lot of Billy’s most powerful moments, where you can really see the depth of his emotions and feel sympathy for him as a “real person” and not just a villain, came straight from Dacre.

For the obvious reasons, a lot of people are comparing these roles but for me it just reinforces what I always wish - that Billy had been written by better writers who gave a shit. Because I would have loved to see what Dacre could do with a narrative that cared to show us that Billy was a scared kid, projecting and lashing out, who needed to get out from under his abuser in order to see the world and himself in different perspective. Which is why the thought of the two characters coming together and finding their peace and their freedom really appeals to me.

Thankfully, Fargo is a better show all around than Stranger Things and their character writing has never disappointed me. I am fairly confident that Mr. Jack Skellington over there is going to come into his own and tell his dad where to stick it😉.

I’ve always really appreciated Joe’s love for Billy as a character and his perspective on Billy not just as the narratives antagonist, but as a whole. He’s never been shy about his enthusiasm for it. He’s been pretty vocal the last couple of years about wanting to take on more challenging roles, and I think this is right in line with that. Which is why the backlash he’s getting from some chronically online portions of the internet annoys me so much. lol. If you’re a Joe Keery fan and you aren’t prepared for this man to take on some deeply flawed problematic characters by now you haven’t been paying attention. Also a whole essay could be written on why he can play an actual murderer on a killing spree and receive less hate than when he plays a character like Billy, with very everyday tragic flaws.

Anyway end rant. Ignore me. I just love these characters.

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi mbti-notes, thank you for replyimg to my previous question. I'm the person who asked you how to stand up for myself in the face of people humiliating me for how I look. After some reflectiom, I have some questions to ask with regards to this topic.

I showed a friend a picture of 12 year old me, when I was bullied. She was surprised and told me I seemed so carefree, cheerful, expressive and an exciting and fun person to have around. Never in a million years me or my 12 year old self would have imagined someone describing me with those terms. Altough I objectively agree with her assessment, as I didn't have any fear to be authentic and express my emotions back then, I was made to feel like the most unwanted piece of worthless dirt by my peer group, and that's what I believed my entire life.

Sometimes I would attract boys romantically, so I think it was because they were able to see what my friend saw recently. But I was still almost universally denigrated, so I am confused. I came to the realization that those kids (and these adults as of recently, but also people in general) wanted to control me through shaming. The question is why? Why do they want to control me? By putting me down and telling me I am not entitled to be respected because of my appearance (that's what a drunkhard middle aged man told me in front of a crowd of strangers) what do these people get out of it?

I realized those kids (some of them who are now adult males still attempted to do it after all these years) wanted to dim my light, but why? Anyway, I realized they succeeded. I became a shell of my former self. I completely lost that authenticity and spontaneity. It still exists within me but I am unable to bring it out anymore. I am very aloof, cold, emotionless, expressionless and rigid on the outside. That's what my friend tells me now. For a long time I've felt like I didn't have the “right to exist” or allowed to have human emotions, which brings me to the second question. How can I be authentic again? I forgot both how to do it and I am afraid of doing it. I realized my problem is cowardice. I know what if I dare to affirm my existence, “express myself” and claim my space in the world I would draw a lot of attention and a lot of enemies who would try to “put me in my place” again.

Truth to be told, deep inside I don't actually hate or dislike myself, I am just obeying the people who tell me I should to in order to keep peace and “belong”. But belong to what exactly? Nothing. This is not peace and this is not belonging, but I guess I instinctively make this reasoning to justify my cowardice. I avoid to do the activities I want in order not to be seen and shamed by people (for example, I think I am highly likely to be humiliated in environments such as nightclubs, so I avoid them, which makes me feel bad in turn because I am repressing myself and letting others dictate my actions and the way I live, and the thing I want the most is freedom to be myself and live however I want without fear of everybody's eyes on me).

I know that if I dare to be confident, self-assured and expect the the best out of things, people are gonna despise me and try their hardest to put me back in my place, so I hate myself to appease them, which makes no sense because I am despised both when I make myself small and make myself unimportant and when I act confident. I'm still paid dust when I put myself down for others' appeasement, yet I still do it. I don't know why. It must be mental laziness. I was raised to be passive and punished for advocating for myself so maybe I'm just sticking to an easy habit. People at large think “ugly people” deserve less, so it enrages them when they see someone breaking the social rules they abide to at their own detriment. That's the conclusion I reached. Am I missing something? How do I move from here? How do I find the courage to claim my place in the word and deal with conflit and opposition?

If this can help with your assessment, I also pondered an early childhood memory. I was in kindergarten and other children where organizing a “theatrical play”. I wanted the main character role. After fighting for it they gave it to me, but I was afraid of everybody looking at me and having their attention so I gave the role up to someome else. So I wanted the “main character” role and the attention but at the same time I was afraid of being the main character and getting the attention I desired. I don't know why exactly. I don't remember being shamed for my appearance back then (I didn't have the traits I would be later shamed on), but I remember feeling unseen and unwanted. Maybe it originated from an early memory in my life. I saw two little boys on a slide and I asked them if I could climb and play with them. They laughed at me and told me no, and I remember feeling rejected and shaken to the core by this.

About my other question, as I said, I used to be able to attract romance as an early teen. But after I “shut down” that hasn't happened ever since. I am no longer that person and right now I feel like I am incapable of attracting love. How can I attract love again in the current way that I am?

And lastly, I've never took care of my appearance (as in, dressing well), I would always wear the same 3 shirts and sweatpants because I thought it was useless for me to care about these things since I would get shamed anyway, but lately I've found that I want to start dressing well, do my hair, wear some accessories and a dress (feminine), so when I wore a good outfit my self-esteem instantly shot up, so I am worried about my self-esteem depending on what I wear. How do I prevent that from happening? Also, how do I know if I'm dressing well “for myself” or for social validation and as a cover up for low self-esteem? Because I don't want it to be for the latter reason, so how does one draw the line between these two aspects when it comes to this topic?

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If you are referencing a previous post, please provide the post number from the url. If I have to dig for it, it takes time away from writing a response.

1) Distorted Cognition: You are wasting a lot of mental energy being preoccupied with how other people react to you. Why? With your past experience, you've convinced yourself that everyone in the world is a (potential) threat, which is simply untrue. No matter where you go in the world, there are kind people and there are mean people, and a very small minority of violent people. Unfortunately, you have been unlucky to encounter a lot of mean people.

However, what you don't realize is that your mind is now primed to pick out and remember mean people the most, which makes you a bit blind to the kind people around you. Living in fear means that you are always on the lookout for threats, and then that's all you ever see. Start looking for something else, such as the kind people, and you may find that your perception of the world shifts. Once you start to notice kind people more, you will be in a better position to surround yourself with them, which would dramatically change your social life. But first you have to recognize that not everyone is out to hurt you.

People who have experienced trauma such as bullying are often prone to emotional reasoning. Emotional reasoning is unhealthy because it distorts your perceptions, beliefs, judgments, and decision making. If this is not something you can stop on your own, then it is a good idea to work with a therapist.

2) Lack of Boundaries: You waste mental energy ruminating on why mean people are mean. By doing this, you are essentially taking on other people's baggage as your own. The way you live should be decided through the power of individual choice, but by fixating on others, you cede this power to them. Is someone forcing you to do this? No. You are volunteering time and effort that could otherwise be spent on living your life authentically.

Why are mean people mean? Frankly, it is irrelevant. You are making their meanness matter (and thus making jerks matter), probably because your thinking is unrealistic due to unhealthy Ni. If you're anything like other immature Fs, you walk around thinking that everyone "should" be nice and affirming. If you didn't have such an underlying belief or desire or fantasy, then you wouldn't react so badly when reality proves you wrong. Rather, you'd simply accept the fact that some people are nice and some people aren't, and then adapt accordingly in the moment.

What you haven't understood is that it doesn't matter how beautiful you are, how awesome your personality is, how much success or glory you achieve in life, there are always going to be people who dislike or even hate you for their own personal reasons. When you learn how to truly respect people's right to have their own thoughts rather than expecting them to have the thoughts you want them to have, then you'll understand that their thoughts don't have to be yours. You'll finally realize that what other people think, say, or do is really none of your business, and then you'll be able to focus on what's most important, which is living your life as well as you can.

Do what is best for your well-being. Wear whatever clothes you want to express who you are. Explore the world and learn more about yourself. If people don't like it, that's their business, but does it have to be your business? Their thoughts don't have to matter at all. It's simply a choice you make about where to focus your attention. The world is constantly bombarding us with all kinds of things, but not all of it requires a reaction or response, does it? Developing mature Ni requires you to learn how to tune out everything that doesn't relate directly to your main purpose.

Review my previous reply. I already brought up boundaries. Until you learn to create a healthy boundary between yourself and others, you will keep getting overrun or violated by others. If drawing healthy boundaries is something you aren't able to learn on your own, then it is a good idea to work with a therapist. You can also take workshops in assertiveness, communication skills, and conflict resolution skills to help improve your social confidence. There are lots of ways to improve your situation, but how are you going to take advantage of those opportunities when all of your attention is misspent on trying to make sense of the jerks in the world?

[hanasnx]

some updates while i’m here. i miss you! whether you’re a casual enjoyer of my blog & i see you in my notes, or my mutuals, or my followers, i’ve been thinking of you :) rare vulnerable moment i do cherish this blog and all your well wishes. thank you very much. i was right, typing is a huge strain and taking a break has been very good for my hands, so i’m going to keep at it.

some things:

don’t be afraid to keep sending me asks! they’re a great joy to me, i love seeing a notif in the inbox. i’ve gotten a fair few already that i’m excited to respond to when i can come back.

i did post a fred weasley drabble and not that i have to explain myself but i wanted to say i’ve been watching the harry potter movies. i’ve never seen them in their entirety, and the earlier ones have always been christmas movies in my house so to speak so i figured id give them a fair shot. i did read the books, and i’ve seen bits and pieces of the movies (hence my interest in fred weasley when i was a tween, but seeing him again made me wanna write for him for the first time in years)

also! a very kind anon told me earlier that my response to someone wrongfully making an ai chat bot of my content was an overreaction. it was “not that deep,” i believe was the colloquial term used. so the inherent content theft of ai invading free creative spaces is solved everyone! well done! very special thanks to the anon that let me know i was overreacting towards something i am passionate about and had a strong feeling towards! wow :) i never would’ve seen it like that. genuinely i am sorry anon that you’re ugly irl and your mommy doesn’t love you, which is why you feel like you can’t have a backbone over certain things. maybe you should stop consuming the free content creators provide on tumblr because you feel so secure in criticizing the selfless service <3 it’s giving: “im an old bigot that thinks ppl must be talentless and stupid when they work at mcdonald’s, but i’m still going to eat the food from there.” you’ve been blocked btw so you’re not offended by my use of free will when making free content on the internet for your grubby little hands to get a hold of and your smooth brain to criticize my right to share my personal opinions.

because the internet is the way it is, getting “hate” online has never really bothered me since i’ve always been a person with a large enough platform for years. it’s very easy for me to ignore and block and never answer whoever has decided to send some worthless hate message. which is probably why i almost never get hate anymore but it does happen occasionally. this was different since it wasn’t an attack on me per se, more so someone trying to admonish me for having a fair reaction towards something offensive. so i’m here to tell you it’s alright to treat strangers on the internet as strangers. you’re allowed to reinforce boundaries. you’re allowed to tell people you do not appreciate their actions towards you, and don’t leave room for argument. i am a very direct person, which means i told that person firmly that they needed to delete that ai chat bot they made of my au without my consent. and i did it without remorse. and i was told “it wasn’t that deep.” well it was. and it is. it is that deep because it’s deep to me, and i know it’s something that happens to others and it is that deep to them too. so what’s the problem in it being that deep? there is none :) let things be deep. be sincere. it is very important.

also if you make ai chat bots without creator’s consent when using their content you’re a piece of shit and doing a disservice to the very person you’re trying to exalt. take a step back and reevaluate how ai harms your interests rather than progresses them as well as the creators you claim your respect and cherish. you’re a victim of propaganda, my friend! and i prolly wouldn’t have made this post if anon hadn’t said anything. so maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut since they didn’t wanna see shit like this so bad lmfao

now that that’s out of the way, i am sending wet fat sloppy kisses to everyone’s lips tell me when you receive them

[theyandereonmyoji]

can I request a yandere Infinite?? Just please make him a little softer to his darling, I need to pet the dog in sonic forces so bad thank you♡♡

General Yandere Infinte Headcanons

Oh you sweet summer child, I actually feel bad for you

CW: Kidnapping, implied gore

I am seriously sorry for you anon, but the softest you’re gonna get out of this guy is a life of endless torture with a jackal the refuses to let you go, or even grant you the mercy of death. This doesn’t mean that he isn’t capable showing you love, it’s just that this man probably is occupied feeding his own ego to show you any real signs that he cares for you. He much prefers to believe that he just keeps you around like a toy just to amuse himself, the despair in your face is just too delicious for him after all, he’s certainly never going to get bored “playing” with you. Sadly for you that means both physical and psychological torture until he gets bored again and tosses you aside.

You too most likely met when he was destroying a city to aid Eggman in his ambition to conquer the world. Normally, in most cases he would’ve just seen you as yet another worm squirming pathetically for its life, but there was just something…special about you. The way you just kept clinging to your miserable life despite not having any chance of surviving an encounter with him was just so pathetic, so desperate, and so oddly captivating. Since then, he just can’t keep thinking about you, about how you would look if he twisted of all your bones simultaneously, or burned you alive, the possibilities are endless.

The fact that he can’t stop thinking about you in his own messed up way, frustrates him to no end. Compared to you, anyone else he tortures or mercilessly kills just fall flat compared to you, he just can’t satisfy his lust for power and crushing the weak anymore, he hates it. In his most frustrated days he can’t stop rambling to any stranger that’s unlucky enough to stumble upon the furious jackal, telling them about everything he plans to do to you once he finds you. Perhaps he says a bit too much to said strangers as their fear slowly turns into confusion, but Infinite doesn’t have the energy to care about that, dead men tell no tales after all.

If you decide to be foolish enough to join the resistance, congratulations, you just increased your chances of Infinite capturing you and make you live the rest of your life through a living hell. If he sees you in one of your futile missions to stop him and Eggman, he’ll ignore any orders he was given by the doctor and prioritize your capture. It’s not like it would take him too long anyways, with the power of the Phantom Ruby, killing anyone near you, finish his job and locking you up in a cell isn’t going to be a big deal to him. And if his “boss” has any complains about how much time he’s “wasting” with you. Infinite might just as well…get rid of the real nuisance that’s getting on his way.

The first days of your imprisonment will be hell incarnate. Days will feel like an eternity as he takes out all pent-up frustration on you, as he does some thing that are not apt for the faint of heart, you would need a soul of steel to be able to go through all of that and not have a mental break down, even then be certain that you would not come off unscathed. Eventually his “playtime sessions” would become more of a routine, as he would laugh maniacally while submitting you to various  types of “punishment” for you to learn how to behave, he can’t have his favorite toy disrespecting him now, so sit still and let him hear your screams as he experiments with the Phantom Ruby.

Despite all of the above, he can be gentle with you sometimes, as long as you behave. After all, he can’t let his precious little doll break beyond repair, otherwise playing with you won’t be as fun. So, every once in a while, he’ll personally take care of any wounds that are taking a long time to heal, and treating you like a porcelain figure for the rest of the day. Even then, this ultimately brings you more harm than good, messing with you psychologically, like a more messed up version of the carrot and the stick method. Behave, and perhaps the next time he “plays” with you won’t be so bad, he might even take care of you right after, just like this, continue your disobedience and he’ll make sure you have multiple close calls with death in a single day, let alone the entire week.

If you’re insistent on defying him and putting up against his torture, please, just please, if not for your own sake then at least for everyone else’s, don’t call him weak. You’re just begging for the worst death imaginable at this point, and even death is a mercy compared to what will happen next. You see, despite this guy’s huge superiority complex, he still has trauma from the last time he was called that. The last thing he wants is to be reminded of how scared he was back then. Yet here you were, bruised and battered, and somehow still having the guts to call him weak? All I’m able to say now is that what will happen next will probably belong to the sake section. Just consider yourself lucky if you’re still alive.

Once the genius Dr. Eggman conquers the world, his victory will prove to be short-lived as the mercenary turned weapon inevitably turns on him. From then on, a world by Eggman will look like paradise compared to what will happen next. With the Phantom Ruby at his disposal, reality will soon turn to a nightmare fuel where you can’t distinguish fact from fiction. As for you, well, things don’t change, he might let you go outside from your cell, though you should really think it through before going out into the hell you used to call home. Infinite has made himself you eternal tormentor, and he will make sure you stay forever by his side in the eternal nightmare. If you're lucky you'll get to head pat him if he feels merciful enough.