#I just- I keep saying crap that’s so dumb and I want to just shut myself up

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Stan Pines is the kind of man who can't just let you do anything without turning it into a compliment, like, every move you make, he's gotta say something. And it’s never normal. 

You could be bent over organising some random crap around the Mystery Shack and this man will make it sound like you’re posing for him. Because, yeah, you’re just trying to organize his disaster of a desk, sorting through all his crumpled receipts, ticket stubs, whatever the hell else he’s hoarded.

“Your doin’ god’s work, sugar,” and it’s not even subtle. You look over your shoulder, half expecting him to actually be paying attention to the pile of garbage you're dealing with, but no. He’s leaning against the counter, counting out cash from the register, but all you see is that smirk. The one that makes it very clear his mind ain’t on the paperwork.

“Sorting your trash is god’s work?” you quip back, rolling your eyes, but the way he’s watching you with that smirk of his, makes your cheeks flush a bit.

“You know what I mean,” Stan mutters and now he’s just full-on undressing you with his eyes, the cash in his hands forgotten. “ya ain’t gotta try so hard, baby, because ya could sit on your ass all day and I’d still think ya did somethin’ special.” and your face burns at that, but he sees it, of course, he does. Stan ain’t dumb, despite the act he puts on for tourists. He’s so much more clever than he looks, always has been. The moment he catches that excitement in your eyes, he’s grinning like he’s just won a damn lottery.

“You like that, huh? being told how good you are?”

You smirk back, trying to play it off, but your voice comes out a little breathier than you mean for it to. “all that for organizing receipts? maybe you should give me a raise.” 

Stan just laughs loudly. “yeah, sweetheart, you deserve the whole damn Shack.”

Or when, you’re just sitting at the counter, counting the cash from the register, going about your day and Stan? Well, Stan is “cleaning up,” which basically means he’s wiping the same spot for like five minutes straight while staring at you. You catch him, because he’s being too obvious with it. His eyes keep dipping to your lips every time you bite your pen and it’s distracting as hell.

“You’re too damn cute, y’know that?” he grumbles and it sounds like he’s mad about it, like you’ve done something wrong just by existing.

“You say that every day.” you shoot him a teasing smile, because yeah, this is the daily routine.

And Stan just sighs, smirking like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, and I’ll keep sayin’ it, sorry, baby, couldn’t shut up about ya if I tried.” 

Then there’s when you’re fixing up one of the old displays, just tightening bolts or whatever and Stan’s “supervising.” Except by “supervising,” I mean, he’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you work with that wide grin on his face, satisfied and clearly enjoying the view.

“Goddamn, honey,” he mutters. “you makin’ this place look good just by bein’ in it. Hm, maybe I should start charging you for the view.” 

You glance over your shoulder, raising your eyebrow, but smirking, because you know exactly what game he’s playing.

“What? I’d pay whatever ya want, sweetheart. You’re worth every penny.” 

Or you’re just in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for dinner. The radio’s on low, the sun setting through the windows. Stan’s sitting at the table, pretending to read the newspaper, but every once in a while you catch him glancing over the edge, just watching you move around the kitchen. It’s quiet until he breaks it.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, y’know that?” his voice is so soft, too sincere for Stanley Pines, but when you look over, he’s still got that damn smirk on his face.

You pause, knife in hand, and raise an eyebrow. “For chopping onions?”

He chuckles, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. “Nah, sugar, it’s just the way you’re movin’ around in there, i dunno how to explain it, but damn, you look good in my kitchen.”

You snort, shaking your head. “I’m literally cutting onions, Stan.”

“Yeah, still sexy. That’s all I’m sayin’.”

Then there’s the mornings. You’re in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, hair a mess, wearing one of Stan’s old shirts that hangs way too big on you and he's leaning in the doorway, watching you like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. You catch his reflection in the mirror, raising an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugs with this lazy grin, continuing to admire to you.

“Can’t help it, sweetie, you look cute when you’re all domestic.”

you’re just brushing your teeth, but somehow, this man makes it sound like you’re doing the sexiest damn thing in the world

[hyewka]

𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 | c.bg

synopsis: wanting to try a new sexual route with your boyfriend but not knowing how to approach the situation drives you to beomgyu—your best friend since the dawn of time, under the rule of what you call a buddy system.

warnings: sub!gyu, dumbification, basically infidelity but they don’t really fuck, butt plug

tags 🏷️ @b3omitus @beomiracles @bambammtori @jakeslvt @subby-men-forever @iijustread @strwbrryjaem @rikiwaify-blog @yyeonzi @skz-smut-reader @kyuuuie @fairfootedflekk @badwicht @handsomejin25 @itaehynz @soobabby

No matter what angle you look at it, it’s weird. You wouldn’t even think of asking for a favor so indecent if it wasn’t—well if it wasn’t him. And maybe that’s the blaring problem.

“What’ya thinking ‘bout?” Beomgyu muffles, mouth stuffed. You quirk your lip, kicking him under the table. "Don't talk with food in your mouth idiot."

He immediately shuts his mouth, but doesn't miss the chance to retaliate and return the kick, only he aims poorly and hits the table leg instead.

You snort, suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia. It takes you right back to when your biggest problem was hiding a bad report card from your then-overbearing parents and trying to find knock-off drug store products to cover your gross pimples.

A simpler time when all you saw was your best friend across from you, wedged into the booth at Shake N Shack, stuffing his mouth with fries, sauce on the edge of his lips as he rants about some latest absurd conspiracy theory he had stumbled upon online.

“So?” he pulls you out of your reverie, looking up at you once he’s finished chewing. His eyes dart nervously between you and his plate as he swallows the last bite when you keep silent. “Why’re you really here? You haven’t been around much lately.”

You scoff, crossing your arms defensively. "I can't just visit you for old times' sake?"

He exaggeratedly winces. "Damn, already demoted to a nostalgia trip?”

You sigh, feeling a pang of guilt despite the lightheartedness in his tone.

You know Beomgyu— like the back of your hand, like the way your favorite song plays in your mind, you know how he hurts and how he likes to cover it up. Ever since you started dating Youngjae, you’ve completely abandoned him, and so his words hit harder than they should.

“You know what I mean,” you mumble weakly.

“Do I?” he replies, tilting his head. “Last I checked, people don’t usually show up at someone’s door at ten-thirty PM during a thunderstorm just to reminisce for “old times sake”. Are you here to drop some kind of plot twist on me? Did you kill someone? Is this an alibi visit?”

You let out a frustrated groan—leave it to Beomgyu to be as annoying as humanely possible as you try to get him to forgive you for your sins. "No, I didn't kill anyone. I just…I’ve been caught up with y'know like...everything and-”

You pause, glancing at your feet as you try to find the right words, the ones that make this moment make sense. You’d gone over this moment in your head a thousand times, but now, in front of him, it all seems so much harder to say.

“And?” he prompts.

“And in the middle of all the stupid exams and projects, I had this epiphany. Like, holy crap, when was the last time I actually saw my best friend? The one person who gets all my dumb jokes, who knows all my weird habits, and somehow still puts up with me.”

His face visibily softens and he nods slowly, picking at the crumbs on his plate. "Epiphany took a long ass time.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Without thinking, you stand up from your seat and walk over to him. He looks up just in time for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. It only takes him a moment before he completely melts into the embrace, his arms circling your waist. “I missed you, you dork,” you whisper into his hair.

He leans into you, seemingly satisfied. “That’s all I get?” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your shoulder, but there’s no mistaking the smile in his words. “A quick hug after you’ve been ignoring your best friend for, like, forever?”

“You’ll get a little present later, besides you love me too much to stay mad.”

He nestles his head against you, his grip around your waist tightening just a bit. “Yeah, I really do.” he murmurs.

The Buddy System.

You don’t know if that rollercoaster is any good? The Buddy System. Beomgyu can go on it and tell you if he thinks it’s possible for you to ride without throwing up right after. Beomgyu’s feeling squeamish over that plate of food? The Buddy System— you’ll try it out for him and accurately determine whether it’s gyu-gestable or …not. Years of practice has had you know exactly what his picky habits can allow him to consume.

Those are the more normal instances you’ve used it, there were other peculiar times like when Beomgyu asked you to test out the temperature of his bathwater—with your elbow, like you were checking a baby’s bath. He stood there, fully clothed, watching you as you leaned over the tub, dipping your elbow into the water with the seriousness of a professional thermometer. “Too hot,” you’d say, adjusting the faucet until he gave a nod of approval.

Actually, now that you’re really going over every instance you’ve used it, you think all of the weird ones were Beomgyu’s doing.

Like the time when it was the summer of senior year, the last summer before you went off to college, Beomgyu had recurring nightmares and was convinced that if you fell asleep holding his hand, you’d somehow end up in his dream and could “fix it” from the inside. You tried to explain that dreams didn’t work that way, but he wouldn’t budge. So, there you were, two grown teenagers, lying in a dark room, hands clasped like some kind of paranormal experiment. It didn’t work, of course, but Beomgyu insisted he slept better knowing you were “on the job.”

So therefore…asking this of him would just…even it out, right? Right?

Beomgyu sits up abruptly, causing the carefully arranged pillows to collapse around him, and a few stuffed animals to topple over onto his lap. His eyes are wide, and his voice cracks as he practically yelps, "What?"

Holy shit, who are you kidding.

“This was the little present?”

You shift uncomfortably in the small, now even more cramped space, suddenly wishing you could burrow into the pile of blankets and disappear. “It’s weird, I know, like really weird and it’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought—”

You take a deep breath. “I just—I want to try it with him and—I don’t know, maybe it won’t feel good and-"

“You thought I’d be the one to—” he waves the box around, his voice higher than usual, “—to test this out for you?”

“I mean, buddy system, right?” you offer weakly, your confidence crumbling completely. “We’ve done other things for each other… not like this, but…” your voice trails off as you fidget with the edge of the blanket beneath you.

Beomgyu just blinks at you. And in the long, awkward silence that follows you realize how absurd your request sounds. Hey, can you try out this butt plug for me because my faith in this relationship with my boyfriend is so fragile I’m afraid I might ruin it completely by doing the normal thing of suggesting and exploring different ways of pleasuring each other? Don’t forget that it’s a butt plug! I’m asking you to insert something up in your ass. Up your ass.

The fairy lights cast soft shadows on his face—he’s staring at you, but you’re too caught up in your embarrassment to notice the way his gaze lingers just a little too long, or how eventually, his expression softens.

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “Does he know you’re here?”

You freeze, caught off guard. “Who?”

“Your boyfriend,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “Does he know you’re here? With me?”

“Uh, no… he doesn’t,” you admit, shifting uncomfortably again. “I mean, it’s late, and I just wanted to see you. It’s not a big deal, right?”

Beomgyu swallows hard, his gaze dropping to the stuffed bear in his lap, which seems to be staring back at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “Yeah��� right. No big deal.”

The silence stretches on, thick and awkward, until finally, he lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. “Okay,” he resigns. “This is, hands down, the weirdest thing you’ve ever asked me to do, but… yeah, okay. I’ll do it.”

You blink again, not expecting him to actually agree. “Wait, seriously?” A huge smile breaks across your face as you lean forward, your excitement palpable. “I can’t believe you’re actually saying yes! Oh my god, Gyu, thank you! I thought for sure you were going to think I was crazy and—”

But then, almost as quickly as your excitement flared up, it dims slightly, and you glance at him with a more serious expression. The guilt’s creeping up. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? It’s been a while since we’ve hung out and I mean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you or anything—”

"Are you holding a gun to my head?”

“No, but-"

“Then I’m fine,” he says, though his voice softens as he adds, “Seriously, it’s okay. I’ll do it. Who cares.”

You pout looking at your best friend because for the millionth time in your life, you feel that familiar warmth in your chest at the reassurance that no matter what, Beomgyu’s always there to back you up.

“You’re the best, Gyu. You don’t even know it yet, but you’ll probably be responsible for our wedding,” you say, sighing dreamily, “I’ll make sure to shout you out.”

Suddenly, his expression changes. He frowns deeply, and before you can process it, he grabs the nearest plushie—a soft, squishy bear—and hurls it at you with a grumble. “Yeah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Your mouth falls open at the bear hitting you square in the chest. The audacity! But before you can even think about launching a counterattack, Beomgyu is already on the move.

In one swift motion, he snatches up the pink box, waving it above his head like a white flag of retreat, quickly scrambling out of the fort, the pillows and blankets collapsing behind him in his rush to escape.

You take back everything nice you’ve thought of him thirty seconds ago.

Beomgyu’s cheeks are a bit pink when he comes back twenty minutes later, and you notice it when you look up from your phone, where you’ve been meticulously studying the app’s settings. He looks uncharacteristically bashful, avoiding your gaze as he settles back in with you— the fort looking almost as good as it did before Beomgyu nuked it and ran away.

“Did you put it in?” you ask, trying to gauge his reaction.

He glances at you briefly before quickly looking away, the blush on his cheeks deepening. "Yup. Lubed it up pretty well."

You raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "Did you really, or are you fucking with me?"

Beomgyu's response is immediate, and a little too defensive. "Do you want me to show you my asshole or something? I have it in!"

"God, okay!" you say in exasperation, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.

Your mood takes a complete flip as you grin wickedly, wiggling your phone, the app open and ready. "So... ready for the fun part?"

His eyes widen slightly, and you catch the way his breath hitches as he realizes what you mean. His cheeks flush even more as he swallows hard. "Wait, you're not actually gonna…”

There isn’t any incentive for him to lie but you still don’t fully believe him. You’ve heard that first times have guys struggling a little, he’d be a lot more fidgety than he is now. You narrow your eyes as you glance from your phone to his face, experimentally turning up the setting to its highest volume, just to see if he's really telling the truth.

The reaction is immediate. Beomgyu's eyes widen in shock, and blood rushes to his cheeks, turning him a deep shade of red. His whole body tenses as he grips the blanket beneath him, his breath hitching.

"Hey! Turn it down! It—it-fuck!" he stammers, his voice strained and breathy as he squirms in place.

You quickly dial back the intensity, watching as he takes a few deep breaths, trying to recover. You didn't mean to push him that far, but now there's no doubt in your mind that he wasn't lying. He really did go through with it.

"I didn't think it'd be that intense," you say, genuinely concerned. "Are you okay?"

He hangs his head low, nodding.

You can't help but giggle at his reaction, though you feel a little guilty for pushing him so hard. "Sorry, I just had to make sure."

He gives you a look that's somewhere between a pout and a glare, still clearly embarrassed. "Well, now you know. It's definitely in, and it's definitely working."

You ruffle his head. "Alright, I won't push it any further. Just let me know when it's too much, okay?"

Beomgyu groans, his voice dropping a little, betraying a note of something more than just embarrassment. "Why do I let you talk me into these things?" he mumbles, mostly to himself.

You ignore him, grinning as you observe him, slowly turning up the vibrations to a slow, steady hum. “Notes? How does it feel?”

Beomgyu stiffens, his eyes widening as the first wave of vibrations hits him. "Oh... my god," he squeaks, his voice shaky and a bit breathless. "This is... this is so weird."

You narrow your eyes. “Bad weird or good weird?”

He looks at you, his bottom lip jutted out into a pout, as if he’s not quite sure how to articulate what he’s feeling. “It’s just… weird, okay? Full. Like, not bad but… not normal either. It’s… it’s like—ugh, why are you making me explain this?”

You fold your arms, deciding to push him a little more to get the information that you actually want. “Is it, like, ‘I can get used to this’ weird, or ‘please stop this right now’ weird?”

Beomgyu huffs, clearly flustered. “I don’t know! It’s… kind of both? Like… it’s weird, but maybe kind of good? I don’t know!” He’s squirming now, obviously uncomfortable but not entirely hating it either.

“So…you’re saying you’re into it?” you tease, leaning in closer with a mischievous grin, wiggling your brows playfully.

The words slip out before you can fully think them through, the playful energy between you both making it easy to forget the boundaries that normally exist. Especially considering that you have a boyfriend of seven months waiting at home.

You’re too far gone to care.

His eyes widen even more, his blush deepening as he quickly shakes his head, shuffling away from you a bit. “N-no! I mean… not like that, I just—” His voice trails off, and he swallows hard, clearly struggling to find the right words.

You bite your lip, gradually increasing the intensity, curious. His expression tightens, and a soft, involuntary moan escapes his lips before he can stop it.

"Okay, okay, that's... that's enough!" he says, his voice a mix of panic and something more, his breathing coming out in quick, uneven gasps as he clearly tries to hold himself together.

Interesting.

A slow smirk spreads across your face, “Just a little more,” you coax. “You’re doing great.”

“Fuck, stop teasing me!” he whines, but his voice is breathier now, and there's a definite edge of something more in the way he looks at you, his pupils slightly dilated.

You watch him, the way he tries to keep his mouth in a thin line, a façade that crumbles the moment you notice the way his left leg shakes— you’re intrigued. You've never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so out of control—and it's both unsettling and fascinating. If there’s a possibility this is exactly how your boyfriend would act with something up his ass, you’d spend hundreds on a collection.

You clear your throat, realizing its been silent for too long. “So?”

He’s fast to catch on. “I—I don’t hate it. I think it’s hitting my prost—holy shit, d-did you just turn it up again?”

You hesitate, your gaze shifting away from his. “No…” you mumble, the lie unconvincing even to your own ears. The accusatory stare he gives you is impossible to ignore, burning through your feigned innocence.

Eventually, you give in, sighing in defeat. “Alright, only to a different rhythm. Is it worse? Should I—”

You pause abruptly when you see his reaction. Beomgyu’s eyes tightly screw shut, his jaw clenching and for a moment, you worry that you’ve pushed too far, that this time you’ve actually overstepped. But then he lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“If it was worse, you would be pure evil but uh—no, no, it’s okay. It’s… better.”

You can’t let the genuine relief washing over you run its full course because you feel a spark of something more exciting running down your spine. You gulp— the hot, stuffiness of the fort becomes increasingly unbearable by the minute. “Better?”

He nods, though his movements are slow, deliberate, like he's testing the waters before fully committing to his answer. "Yeah... better," he repeats, his voice more certain this time. His eyes flutter open, and a cute, determined face replaces the more bashful Beomgyu you were getting pretty comfortable playing with.

For the second time tonight, an awkward silence overtakes you both and he leans back against the pillows, fiddling nervously with the drawstrings of his hoodie, his fingers picking at the fabric as if trying to find some distraction.

The silence stretches on until suddenly, Beomgyu moves. Without warning, he starts to pull at the hem of his hoodie, yanking it up and over his head in one swift motion.

“Whoa, whoa, what’re you doing?” you blurt out as you watch him toss his hoodie to the side, leaving him in just a thin undershirt. You’re completely caught off guard, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, the sight of his flushed skin and tousled hair making your heart, for the first time, race.

For …Beomgyu.

He looks back at you, sheepish. “It’s hot,” he says simply.

You blink, still processing. “Yeah, but…” you trail off, realizing you don’t really have an argument. The air’s pretty darn thick and stifling.

“Okay, fair enough,” you say finally, trying to play it off with a casual shrug. “I mean, it is pretty warm in here.”

“…Right.”

You’re acting weird. Even Beomgyu’s noticing. You’re losing the upper hand.

“Uh, th-there’s another setting,” you stammer, quickly looking down at your phone in your hand, avoiding his gaze. “Wanna try it out? To see which one feels better.”

He hums in approval, his response casual, almost nonchalant, like he's confident nothing can catch him off guard.

But that confidence doesn’t last long.

The second you make the switch, his body jolts, a gasp slipping out before he can stop it. “How…how is it?” you ask anyway.

Beomgyu’s response is more of a whimper than anything else, his lips parting as he struggles to form coherent words. “It’s…oh god…it’s—" His voice catches in his throat, and it happens again. Loud and unrestrained. This time, it’s unmistakable.

Beomgyu's eyes widen in horror as the sound leaves his lips, his hand flying up to clap over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle any more noises. His cheeks flush a deep, burning red, and you can see the sheer embarrassment etched into his expression as he tries to hide his face, mortified by his own reaction.

You didn’t plan this. Not at all. But you cannot for the life of you even get yourself to feel an ounce of guilt for the way your underwear uncomfortably sticks to your heat.

Your gaze drops lower, and there it is-the clear strain in his pants, “Uh…Gyu…?” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flicker back up to his face.

Your mind is spinning, caught between disbelief and the sudden rush of arousal that floods right to your lower abdomen.

Beomgyu doesn't respond immediately. He's too busy fighting his own body, his breaths coming in shallow, rapid gasps as he tries to regain some semblance of control. His hand remains firmly over his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if he's trying to will himself to disappear, to erase the moment that just happened.

It's overly dramatic, of course-classic Beomgyu, always a tinge extra when he's overwhelmed. But instead of finding it annoying like you might have at any other time, it strikes you as incredibly…endearing.

The way his reactions are so genuine, so unguarded, makes him seem almost innocent in a way that tugs at your heart. He looks like a confused, flustered puppy than anything else.

The way he's covering his mouth, is almost comical in its futility-especially when another small, muffled whimper slips past his fingers. “Beomgyu,” you call out, your voice soft but insistent. “I need you to look at me.”

"I-I can't—" he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to form coherent thoughts. "This is... it's t-too much..."

You tilt your head, “Do you want me to turn it off?”

“No! Just... I don't know..." he breathes out, his voice strained, as if he's not entirely sure what he's asking for. “Please.”

Something stirs within you, and before you know it, you’re moving closer to him, reaching out your hand to rest on his arm—you think it’d help comfort him. But he only takes that opportunity to bury his head in your neck a few seconds later.

Your heart pounds in your chest but you try to not give it any more attention. You’re supposed to be here for your friend.

“You’re doing so well, Beom,” you whisper, your voice steady and reassuring as you gently rub his arm. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just us here—you can let go. It’s just me.”

A soft, almost cute whimper escapes him as he nods against you, his breath warm against your skin.

Beomgyu's eyes flutter shut, and you can tell your words are having an effect on him, his resolve crumbling with each passing second, the twitch in his pants making it clear he’s barely holding on. “It’s okay,” you reassure.

Maybe it’s not. But you technically weren’t doing anything physical—it’s not wrong on your behalf, right? But as you rub your thighs subtly, trying to relieve something, that guilt is just as incessant.

You watch the way Beomgyu’s hand moves—hesitantly at first, as if he's not sure what he's doing or if he should even be doing it. But then he turns his head up to look at you, and you’re once again, caught off guard. His eyes look like they’re searching for something, focus shifting from one place to another. And you’re left feeling like you’re under a microscope, until it seems like he found what he’s looking for because his fingers finally brush against the waistband of his pants.

“Are you—are you sure this is okay?” he asks softly. And you nod. Almost too fast.

Maybe you should close your eyes. If not for the respect of the relationship that you’ve completely forgotten of once you had Beomgyu in your arms, at least for your best friend’s pride.

Actually, you don’t think he minds. If the strangled groan that comes out his pretty lips were anything to go by. He fumbles for his hard, aching cock, flinging it out and stroking it furiously almost the second he gets his hands on it and your eyes only manage to widen at the sight.

For lack of better words, you gawk.

“It’s not disappointing or anything, huh?” he tries to joke, but his breaths too strung out, too gone for even that.

Your mouth dries. Far from it.

This is the one time your boyfriend comes to mind in a while, and its not favorable. Beomgyu’s not bigger—he’s not small either, but that’s not your focus—rather the pearly bead that bubbles atop of the tiny slit, the head a deep pink, the way its veins pulses as his pace falters at your silence. That small bead of fluid oozing down his shaft, tracing the lines of the delicate veins. The curves, every little detail. He’s perfect. More perfect than you’ve ever seen.

It seems you took way too long for Beomgyu’s liking and self confidence so he looks elsewhere, “Is…it?”

You blink, almost forgetting your predicament, lost in your admiration of him. "No, no, of course not. It's—it's pretty," you reply, your words tumbling out in a rush as you try to reassure him.

But instead of calming him, your words have the opposite effect. His shoulders shake, and suddenly, he's burying himself back into your shoulder, his hand completely abandoning his cock. "H-hahh-" he pants, his breath hitching as he begins to hiccup, overwhelmed by his emotions.

“Are you—are you crying?”

“You just called my dick pretty,” he seems to sob a bit more at that, soaking your shirt, feeling the dampness spreading across your chest. “You hate it. It looks bad.”

You're at a loss for words, completely thrown by his reaction. You struggle to pry him off you, your hands gently but firmly gripping his shoulders as you try to pull back just enough to look him in the face. "What?! No!" you exclaim, your voice rising with urgency. "Pretty means pretty. Fuck, don't cry, it's perfect, Beomgyu. It looks perfect, I swear."

His hiccups slow as your words sink in, and you can see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. He sniffles softly, wiping at his tears with the back of his hand, his breathing gradually becoming steadier. As the emotional intensity lessens gradually, you with no control of your own, redirect your attention to his poor cock. It’s rock hard. He looks like he needs some soothing so you think to do the sensible thing. The…right thing?

Beomgyu lets out a small, shaky laugh, trying to lighten the mood despite everything that's just happened. "Man... I think this plug’s really messed with my vulnerability or something," he jokes weakly, his voice still wavering as he tries to regain his composure. “Had me crying pretty fas—"

His rant pauses at a hilt. He meets your gaze as you fully wrap your hand around his shaft after he just witnessed you quickly spit on your palm.

He doesn’t question it. At all. In fact, the moment your hand’s on him, there’s no hesitation in the way he spreads his legs wider, his pants responsively moving down to pool around his ankles.

A soft, whiny sound escapes him, and he leans into your touch, his eyes drooping, face contorting cutely. “O-oh…I…I..”

“Shhh, I got you pretty,” you whisper. His cock’s soft to the touch, and wet. When you glide your hand up and down, even slowly, it makes an unpleasantly wet, dirty sound.

He’s very reactive to the endearing nickname that feels almost too natural slipping out of your lips of all people. “P-pretty..” he repeats, sighing, almost dazedly. A complete goner.

You squeeze him and he lets out another needy, low moan and wraps his arms around your waist. Your heart pounds at how clingy he is, it feels like it’s about to burst. "Ahhh...f-fuck…” He moans against your neck, a highly pitched sound only a woman could make, feeling a trail of saliva traveling down from the corner of his mouth.

You almost cum untouched at the sight of him, at the pretty, almost perfectly described as heavenly sinful sounds he’s making. A sheen of sweat has formed on his forehead, his hair damp at the edges, and it somehow makes him look better.

His body tenses beneath your touch, you can feel the warmth of his skin, the sweat slicking his brow, and the way his breath catches in his throat. Then, suddenly, he lets out a choked cry, his voice breaking as he bucks his hips just slightly. The movement is involuntary, desperate, as if his body is moving on its own, seeking out the final bit of friction it needs.

And then it happens.

Beomgyu gasps sharply, his body going rigid as he reaches his peak. He shudders violently, his chest heaving as he shoots strings of his load, the warm, sticky fluid spilling out. You react quickly, instinctively guiding the release towards him, watching as it lands all over his tummy and a bit on his chest.

You're struck by how quickly it happened—how you'd only had him in your hand for a few seconds before he came. His chest heaves, his breathing ragged and uneven as he slowly comes down from the high.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of his breathing, the soft rise and fall of his chest as he tries to steady himself.

Finally, he looks down at the mess on his stomach and chest, a soft, almost sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

And for whatever reason, that has an effect on you. He looks so endearing in this moment—his lips slightly parted, his lashes brushing against his flushed skin, his hair perfectly tousled and falling over his eyes—

You're completely lost in the sight of him, practically mesmerized by how perfect he looks and your mind starts to drift until suddenly his voice breaks through your thoughts.

"Did you hear me?" he asks. "Doofus, turn it off. It's starting to make my asshole sore."

Your romantic daze shatters like glass.

Blinking rapidly, your face transforms into a shocked scowl, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. "Wait, what?" you stammer.

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you, clearly expecting a response. But as the moment stretches on, your brain lags behind as you try to process what he just said.

Then it clicks.

"Oh, right!" you gasp, fumbling with your phone as you quickly find the app and turn off the plug, mortification creeping up your spine. What an absolute bust.

a/n: well well well. in the first draft he was made to eat his own cum but i felt maybe this fic wasnt the one for that😊😊 Unfortunately for some, fortunate for others🤔 anyway tell me how u enjoyed beomgyu getting his ass stimulated in a poorly made fort lol

[flowerandblood]

I don't like many of the authors' decisions here – sometimes their tropes, sometimes their choice of how they present events, dialogues, sometimes their characters, relationships between them or their appearance. It's not a bad thing. I have a right to feel this way.

But I would never tell them about it. Not because I don't have the courage to do it but because it would give them nothing, nothing good. You criticise when someone asks for it – when someone doesn't, then you should keep quiet.

Why? Because perhaps someone does not want this criticism and it's their right too. I, for example, don't care and I don't want to know how much someone dislikes something in my work. I don't need the fake appreciation of others, just as others don't need mine.

If I don't like someone's stories, I just leave them alone. God bless all of them! Write and be happy.

No one here is an oracle or judge, and some people feel that way. If you don't like what the authors are writing and their choices, give them a holy peace or else all you'll achieve is that they'll be discouraged from writing – they'll think: maybe nobody wants to read this after all, look at my characters, maybe it's pointless, maybe everyone thinks about me and my writing this way.

Sowing doubt and passive humiliation is very popular here for some reason and I find it incredibly annoying. People don't know when to shut their mouths and when their private opinion to which they are, after all, entitled hurts others, making them uncomfortable.

Our right to free speech should not cut someone's wings and mock them. This is an expression of disrespect and basic culture.

Not everyone has to want to change, to develop if it is not their profession but a simple hobby.

Anonymity does not make malicious gibberish sound any smarter, and a large audience or reactions under posts does not make anyone entitled to post an opinion in which they criticise works of others for their choices.

"Why do you write with only small letters? It's so annoying. This character would never do this, are you dumb? Aemond would never betray his family! Oh nooo, next Visenya on a big dragon? Why these OC's are so boring? Reader insert is just for you because you are desperate to fuck. Why do your OC is fat? Why do your OC is slim? Why do make your OC look like this, why won't you try something new? Why do you put Alys in your story as a third wheel when she is Aemond's real love interest?"

Shut. The fuck. UUUUUUP. GOD.

You say – you don't agree, don't read, I have a right to my opinion. Well, I say: your right does not absolve you from thinking about the feelings of others.

You are hypocrites. You cry and make a hiatus when someone sends you a nasty anon writing that you write crap, but you devote 2,000 words on your blog to why a certain trope doesn't make sense, why other authors don't have a right to make their OC's look the way they want.

What you write is not private, it's public. Who are you writing it to? Is it an expression of your frustration? Those you write it about can read it. They may feel very, very bad about it, they can think to stop writing at all or make themselves to do something against their will. But that's not your concern anymore, right?

Taking responsibility for your own words only when it's convenient for you is an expression of immaturity and that's what I see in this fandom – most people here are afraid of adulthood and the clash with it. Because in adulthood everything we do has consequences to face.

But it's easier to say that we simply have the right to express our opinion, no matter how hurtful and unfounded it may be.

I want to be clear – I will see anyone reblogging or write this kind of posts – I will block them. Even if I like you, if you are with me for a long time. I don't want to see this kind of toxic behavior on my wall ever again. Enough is enough.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Selene Mommy Kink ♡

(Tumblr deleted it the first time i wrote this but I am determined to keep trying.)

You had always dreamed of having a soulmate since you were young, perhaps a cute elf who would obey your every command or a dumb as rocks werewolf who would be loyal to you and only you from day one, so needless to say, when you met your soulmate for the first time, who had just been flirting with another girl until you saw you and completely lost interest in the other girl, you were extremely disappointed, soulmates were supposed to be a wonderful thing to have, their presence would only add to your life, they couldn't make you miserable or fail you in anyways right? Turns out that was a sack of crap because you'd gotten stuck with the wolf god herself, a notorious womanizer who couldn't stop thinking with her dick for two seconds, it almost felt like the universe was laughing at you and so you would have to make Selene pay by being the opposite of what she was probably expecting as well, werewolves were usually in charge when it came to their mates so instead you would force her to take the submissive role in your relationship and let all your rage out on her.

"Dove, I'm very pleased you invited me back to your hotel, I'm glad you forgave me for that little... indiscretion earlier tonight." The longer she talked, the more you felt like your blood was going to boil, gods she was so frustrating, you were just so angry you'd gotten stuck with this disobedient overgrown child of a mate, sure she was a goddess and one of the strongest werewolves so technically the gods would view you as having been extremely lucky in the mate department but at the same time, her personality was shit and she'd fucked possible every unmarried human in your whole town so no you really didn't see how you could possibly be considered lucky here. Loyalty was the whole benefit to having a soulmate, they would be overbearing and sometime murderous but at the end of the day they were truly loyal only to you, meanwhile you were left with the one supernatural who likely had ever been with someone who wasn't their mate. She sat down on the bed with a smirk on her face which just made you want to punch her, under other circumstances you might have been blushing and thinking about how lucky you were to have such an attractive mate but currently all you wanted was to reduce her to a pathetic sobbing mess.

"Shut up, I haven't forgiven anything yet. You need to earn my forgiveness. To start with, I want you to call me mommy." You started to strip where you stood, you'd make her kneel and worship the very ground you stood on for the rest of eternity just to make up for how horrible it had felt when you learned your soulmate was nothing more than a filthy mutt, even then it still wouldn't be enough to quell your anger fully, though this did actually satisfy you in a way, sure everyone had gotten to see her intimately but you highly doubted anyone had ever been able to see her act submissive, it would be a sight for you alone, maybe you'd record her begging her mommy for forgiveness once you got her well trained enough for now. "Maybe if you cry for forgiveness from your mommy convincingly enough I'll let you have me tonight."

She paused for a moment trying to gauge if you were serious before she finally realized you were and got on her knees before you, her hands holding onto your ankles, trying to show you how desperate she was to even be allowed to touch this much of you, it would be cute if you weren't still plagued with the memory of that girl from earlier. "Please mommy, I'll do anything for you to understand I only want you, it was just so lonely waiting for you-" You kicked her hands away, you didn't need to hear her stupid excuses, if demons could wait centuries then so could she.

"Shut up, from now on you're not allowed to touch me until I give you permission, you will sleep on the floor next to our bed and you will only be allowed to hold me at night once you've learned to obey me. Now, do you want to cum?" She looked up at you, hers eyes tearing up when she realized she couldn't just ask for forgiveness and everything would be fine, the weight of her mistake was beginning to dawn on her, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to train her, you just needed to make her desperate for even a crumb of your approval before taking it from her. "Then go ahead and jerk off to me, I'm not letting you touch me tonight, maybe in a week from now." She whined but despite that she still wrapped her hand around her cock and began to move up and down furiously, little whimpers leaving her mouth as she did, you doubt she did this very often, she most likely just went out whenever she felt horny, thinking about that again made you angry and you almost felt like stopping her but you decided you'd let her have this for tonight, it would be her last orgasm for awhile until you felt she had repented enough.

"Clean up when you're done, I need rest, maybe if you serve me well enough tomorrow I'll allow you to eat me out." You walked past her as she sat on the floor with her brows furrowed, clearly struggling to get herself off.

"Yes, I'll do anything for my dove, I mean m-mommy to forgive me." You clicked the light off, she could see well enough in the dark, she didn't deserve to have light when you weren't around anyways.

[sensei-venus]

Can you do a hawk where chubby bimbo reader ask him to stop bullying demetri and hawk just stop and make out with you

(Unedited) (Support the Writer🌺)

“Why do they have to do this almost every lunch period…” Reader mumbled out as she watched the two boys. She was hidden away in a far corner of the lunch room. Luckily she was sitting with some of her friends, Moon Yasmine and Sam. Sam was usually sitting with the slightly taller nerd but today she was done with dealing with the boy's petty arguments. Demetri could fight his own battles today in the eyes.

Sam rolled her eyes saying “You should know by now that this is just how they deal with each other. If Hawk would drop that lame ass ego and attitude maybe it would stop. The constant picking at Demetri is getting so boring.” Moon nodded at her statement. Yasmine picked at her food as she watched them go at it.

“I’m not doing that lame ass shit for the project! You do it and leave me out of it! Just give me the fucking A+ so I can be done with dealing with you.”

“Don’t don’t act like that Eli! It’s not like I want to be dealing with your crap attitude but we are partners for this assignment! You have to at least try and chip in.”

The two boys spat back and forth over the lunch table. Everyone near them had taken the chance to back off and away from them. Clearly unknown weather they where in the splash zone of a possible fight. Knowing the mohawk haired boy it was a good possibility. Hawk was known to swing first and take a punishment later for his actions.

Reader felt herself start to boil a little from watching the scene in front of her. Growing tired of their fighting. It was Hawk who always seemed to start the petty arguments in the first place. Reader huffed as she stood up, shaking the old table as she did.

The girls looked up at her in a bit of worry, the frown on her face evident. Sam was quick to try and pull the girl down by the bottom of her shirt. Moon did the same and tried to usher the girl back down.

“Reader please don’t go over there-“

“Their not going to stop until someone actually goes over there and says something! I can’t just let Hawk keep borderline bullying poor Demetri like that. It’s just not right!”

Reader huffed and left her seat, she smoothed out her shirt and fixed her tiny skirt. The clanking of her wedges filled the room as she strutted over to the boys. Her body jiggling just a bit as she walked in a hurry over to them. Their face twisted in an angry frown as she got closer to them.

Demetri was the first to see her coming their way. He stopped in his tracks as he shut his mouth tight. His eyes everted from both Hawk and the chubby girl as she made her way closer to their table.

He wished that she would just stop in her tracks and just turn back around and go back to her table. Hoping she wouldn’t try and get into what ever mess Hawk was trying to make out of a stupid class project. Hawk smirked as Demetri shut up for once. Quick to believe he had won this round.

It was only when he felt a tap on his shoulder did he roll his eyes and turn around. His eyes meet Reader’s, her stance was hard and acted as she looked up at him with an angry expression.

He couldn’t stop himself from looking her over.

He would never deny the fact that the girl was hot, she was a bit dim lit at time but that only made her more attractive. Her slightly dumb nature made her that much cuter in his eyes. She was basically like a chubby little puppy at times. The way she acted around her friends was sweet and kind with a bit of stupid mixed in.

Smirking down at her he said “Sup Reader what brings you all the way over here?  Abandoning your little friends to come over here and see me?~” his voice was laced with sarcasm which made Demetri almost gag.

“No I came over here to tell you to stop being such a jerk to Demetri!”

“Awe you want me to stop messing with the fucking whinny ass nerd? Uh no thanks, and he can fight his own little battles. He just fucking sucks at it because he’s a pussy.” Hawk laughed.

Reader gritted her teeth “I’m asking you very nicely to stop messing with him!” She stomped her foot out of frustration. Clenching her fists by her side, her eyes throwing daggers at him. Hawk scratched the tip of his nose as he crossed his arms.

He chuckled before saying “ Ok say I stop messing with him. What do I get for it?” Reader blinked a few times out of shock. She chewed at her lip as she tried to think of something.

“Well I don’t know-“

“How about a kiss?” Hawk grinned at her clearly flustered expression.

Demetri all but jumped over the table when he blurted out “Reader don’t do it! It’s just a really messed up trick-“

“Ok, if you promise to stop bullying Demetri then I’ll let you kiss me.”

“Ok bet, I’ll stop bullying the ner- I mean Demetri.” He uncrossed his arms as he stared down at her.

She played with her fingers as she waited for him to do something. Demetri went pale as he watched Hawk take advantage of the situation and move closer to the girl.

A split second later Hawk was pulling the girl into his chest and kissing her. Reader didn’t know what to say or do as the boy slowly worked her into the kiss. It wasn’t too rough but it wasn’t gentle it was right in the middle.

It made her eyes flutter close after a moment or two. She thought he would only want a quick kiss, not a full make-out session. His lips were warm and slightly rough against hers.

She expected him to be forceful and hard but he was surprising soft and gentle. His lips moved in a nice rhythm against hers, his tongue gently swiped over her bottom lip asking for entrance. She let out a small moan. Her hands gripped at the back of his shirt as she let him in.

Their tongues meeting in the middle, Reader tried her best to keep up with him. She whimpered out which he swallowed up as he kissed her a bit harder.

It felt like forever before the two where harshly separated by the need to breath. They quickly parted, sucking in much needed air. Reader’s poor lips where already glossy and swollen. Hawk groaned a little as he watched her pant out. Her tits rose and fell in her tight little shirt. His eyes didn’t dare to look away from her.

“D-deals a deal right?”

“You got it babe. What ever you want girl.”

[shunin-gumis]

Mistery on the Moonlit Passage - Track EP

Seasonal Event Story

Case closed! Hope you enjoyed this silly event 🚢

Location: Cruise Liner - Sky Deck

Toi: Look, Ani-sama! HAMA’s port is sparkling! It’s so pretty…

Ryui: Yeah, but it’s nothing compared to the radiance of your existence itself. Is the sea breeze too cold? Here, put my jacket on.

Akuta: Yoo, I get it. Eating in a place like this just ups the vibes AND the flavor.

Chief: Yeah, this is a wonderful place. Thanks for telling us about it, Nanaki!

Nanaki: Nah, I just thought it’d be a waste to keep it to myself.

Nanaki: (Though, the original plan was to come here alone with the chief… Still, I’m glad I asked…!)

Kafka: Oho. The inside’s pretty rowdy too, but it’s a whole other level here ♪

Nanaki: Ah, Oguro-san.

Chief: Kafka, you’re back. How did your conversation with the owner go?

Kafka: I’ll share now since everyone’s gathered. You can keep eating while you listen, don’t worry.

Kafka: Just now, I proposed a plan called “Snoozing Cruising” to the owner of this ship, and it was very well received.

Yukikaze: Sleep and cruises. What an interesting combination.

Kafka: Guests will be able to experience something different from their everyday lives, and we plan on creating high quality relaxation using Netaro’s. A pretty fresh idea, no?

Yachiyo: Yesh…! The president is so smart! An dumb commoner such as myself with a mindset so fixed it’s practically immovable could never come up with an idea like this one!!!

Yodaka: I see. It may be a rather welcomed form of hospitality for the modern man, exhausted from their everyday lives.

Ryui: I’ll ask just in case, but you aren’t planning on using Yowa’s thing as it is, right?

Kafka: Of course. There was a good chance of everything turning into an even bigger incident if there had been even the slightest mistake. We can’t have something like this happening again.

Kafka: That’s why I plan on asking Netaro to write out a specifications sheet! Because right now, no one is safe, not even the robots.

Netaro: Nyoooo NYOOO!! Having to work overtime ‘cause of a doll meant to help me skip work…

Ryui: Serves you right. Repent for what you’ve done.

Nanaki: U… um, Ryui-san.

Ryui: Whaddya want?

Nanaki: Uh, well, about what happened before…

Ryui: (What…?)

~~~(flashback)

Ryui: …

Ryui: If that’s what you’ve gotta say, then just shut it and get out of my way.

Ryui: If you’re just gonna sit around and do jack shit, then nothing’s ever gonna change. By sticking to the same old crap, you’re just playing safe to avoid getting screwed over.

Nanaki: …But is it really such a bad thing…?

~~~(end flashback)

Location: Cruise Liner - Sky Deck

Ryui: …Hmph.

Nanaki: W-What is it?

Ryui: Nothin’. Just thought your face was finally looking better now.

Nanaki: …I… see. But, thank you.

Ryui: Not like I did anything worth being thanked for.

Muneuji: Speaking of which… as the key to solving this mystery was “music,” this makes Nanamegi the closest person to reaching the truth.

Chief: Really…! You sure gave it your all while we were fast asleep, Nanaki…!

Nanaki: Ah, um, I didn’t do that much… In the end, Yowa-san only spilled because Ryui-san interrogated him into it.

Yukikaze: That being said, you were the only one that noticed what everyone else brushed over. It’s evidence that you’re very mindful of your surroundings.

Muneuji: I agree. Nanamegi is a man who considers all the finer details.

Nanaki: Muneuji…

Muneuji: You’re always able to understand Isotake despite him speaking in sounds, you constantly encourage Kinugawa to speak up and express himself, and you always call out Uu-chan for being uncooperative…

Yukikaze: It’s wonderful how much you think of your friends. I’m proud.

Nanaki: T-That’s enough!! But thanks!!

Nanaki: (These guys are natural older brothers… It’s crazy how straightforward they are with their praises…!!)

Chief: But also… the more considerate a person is, the more likely they are to hold back from expressing their true feelings.

Nanaki: …!

Chief: Nanaki-kun, you don’t have to hold back with me. You can tell me whatever’s on your mind!

Nanaki: Ummm… Okay…

Yukikaze: Same for me, you cute and attentive little brother.

Nanaki: T-Thank you.

Nanaki: (...Though it’s not really out of consideration for others, but more because I don’t wanna get hurt…)

Nanaki: But… anything, huh?

Kafka: By the way… are we planning on heading back now to get some proper rest?

Nanaki: (I don’t have the courage to say it right now—)

Chief: W-We should…! Though most of us did end up getting a good sleep earlier…

Nanaki: (...Something like “Your sleeping face is beautiful, but in my opinion, a smile suits you the best.”)

Nanaki: I hope… I’ll be able to tell you one day.

[cartoon-leafe]

I'm SO MAD right now. (Vent below, small s3lf h@rm cw)

Firstly I'm FINALLY at my grandparents' (only for fall break unfortunatly) so I can finally get away from my parents (who keep YELLING at me and saying they aren't when I call them out on it)

But when my mom goes to my grandparents they always talk about crap on the news or whatever

So I'll just be chilling on my phone and they'll be yapping abt whatever and I randomly hear "my pronouns are she/it!!!" then laughter like what the heck??? I swear I'm so tired of them.

My psychologist was the only one who's noticed me crying so far

(for context we were talking about OCD) and I started crying when the topic of my thoughts for my compulsions came up

My mom just sat there and kept talking, but my psychologist pointed it out

I don't even think my mom felt bad

There's also school, and I'm missing about 11 assignments

I stopped doing them because whenever I finish an assignment there's always something else to do

so I was dumb enough to think "If i don't do them, maybe there won't be any new ones"

I feel so stupid and now I have severe depression again. I've had to tell the urges to shut up a lot and I'm scared

I don't want to self harm again

[pedrospatch]

Hey anon, high school bully behavior is anonymously bullying someone, something that YOU are doing.

This type of behavior is what drives people off of tumblr. Why more and more people pack it up and move to ao3 only or quit writing entirely. Keep it up, anon. Watch what happens, what’s already happening.

If you have an issue with someone, handle it like an adult. Not whatever this crap is. What did you think would happen, sending that rude message? That everyone would say oh yeah, this dumbass coward hiding behind an anonymous message is right. What a hero! They’re braver than all of us, bullying Vee online. Christ reincarnated. But you won’t do that, will you?

In the time it took to decide to send a rude message to someone, decide what that message would be, search for Vee’s tumblr, go into her inbox and type it up and press send, you could have done anything else and it would’ve been better. You could’ve said something nice to a friend (assuming you have any. I suppose imaginary ones count, as sad as that is) , you could have taken a few deep breaths. Perhaps made yourself a snack and calmed down. I think best of all, you could have (and should have) shut the fuck up. Never underestimate the value of shutting your mouth, anon. It’s a precious gift.

I hope someone does this shit to you and you can know how it feels. You’re clearly lacking empathy and it’d do you well to learn some. I’ll start you off with two pieces advice - If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Treat others how you want to be treated.

Vee, you are invaluable to this community and you’re worth so much more than you could ever ever know. I hope you know the positive impact you’ve had on me as an individual and countless fucking others, as well as tumblr as a whole. This flaming asshole will only ever be that - a flaming, electrified asshole. A pimple on the ass of the universe. You are a brilliant creator, friend, and member of this community. So much more than whoever this troglodyte is. I know you’re hurting, and I’m hurting for you. I hope you can heal soon. Do something nice for yourself tonight because you deserve it. You deserve it every night.

...i may or may not have had to google the term troglodyte

nonnie, thank you for your kindness, first of all. my emoji tab on my laptop decided she wanted to stop working, so here is this heart for you <33

it's kind of too late to tell you not to waste your own energy in regards to that anon, but really, let's just let them be. i've already wasted enough energy for all of us, and i really, really wish that i had been in a better headspace when that dumb ask was dropped into my inbox. if i had been, i would have just kept sipping my smoothie and writing my silly little story, which is what i had been doing when the notification came in lmao.

they caught me on a night i was already hurting, so naturally, their opinion of me did indeed hurt my feelings, and it sucks, but all the love i have gotten has certainly kept me from crawling into a hole and for that i am grateful. i think i shall take your advice and do something nice for myself tonight. <3

[korn-dogz]

If I may request a enemies to lovers fred x gender neutral reader (fluff cuz my ace ass can't handle smut)

Of course!!! Enemies to lovers sounds good when it’s with Fred

Summary: you’ve always hated Fred but something he did to help you changed your opinion on him forever

WARNINGS: alcohol, random dude trying to hit on you, protective Fred 

You’ve always hated Fred, his cocky demeanour, his confidence. You never knew why you agreed to be a limp bizkit roadie, I guess cause it payed good enough to pay the rent. You didn’t mind the rest of the band, you mostly got along with Sam, you have smoke sessions with the guy and he’s pretty chill. Fred and you never got along though, he always tried to bother you but you ignored him, honestly you wanted nothing to do with him, everyday he would annoy you, pulling “pranks” on you, the time they did a colab with Korn, fred got Korns assistant manager which they called “carebear” to pour silly string on you, they (along with the guys in Korn) laughed their asses off the entire night. I guess it was one sided hate, he liked teasing you and you hated him for it. You tried to keep a good relationship with everyone who works for the band, but keeping a good relationship with Fred was hard

After their biggest tour that they’ve had, Fred wanted everyone to go out and celebrate, you were more then over with their shenanigans but your friends convinced you to go to the celebration “party” the party was actually just going to a bar. You were the one that had to drive the bus because the bus driver was drunk, you had no idea how to drive a bus but… it couldn’t be that different then a car right? Wrong. You were surprised no one died on the way to the bar, you’ve only driven a car, but a bus was way more difficult. You finally arrived at the bar and Fred couldn’t have looked happier, his big dumb face “alright! Finally we made it, without a single scratch from a certain someone driving our tour bus” he laughed as he put his hand on your shoulder, you shoved his hand off and followed the others as you all walked into the bar. The bar wasn’t too crowded but that changed once all of you walked in, fred and the band headed for the bartender and placed an order for a drink, you had nothing else better to do so you went up and asked the bartender for bud light. Everything was going smoothly, you were just drinking your beer when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around expecting to be one of your friends, or fred if you got unlucky, but instead you saw a tall man, his beard was poorly shaved and his clothes were baggy, he was obviously drunk “hey there, l-let me buy you a-a drink” he slurred his words as he sat down beside you “oh um, I’m okay, but thank you" you tried to politely decline him but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give up that easly

“Cmon… give a guy like me a chance" he started to touch your back, you quickly got uncomfortable “I’m good, I just had a beer you know…” you didn’t know what to say to him to make him go away, you got off the stool to try and give him more of a hint, but he got off right with you “cmon, we can cut the crap and just l-let me take you home" he got extremely close and his hand reached down to your ass “please don’t don’t that….” You moved his hand away from your ass as you looked away from his gaze “I-I’m not taking no f-for an answer” he smirked and tightly grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you away from the crowd “let go of me!” You tried to scratch at his hand but he used his other hand to grab your hand. when you see someone cut in the middle of you, you open your eyes to see a red backwards red baseball cap standing in front of you, it could’ve only been the one and only Fred durst himself, you were surprised to see him and confused “dude they said no! Now back off” fred wasn’t at all drunk, he just genuinely wanted to help you “and w-what the fuck are you going to do about it?” The tall man had confidence, confidence that Fred quickly shut down by punching him in the face

You were shocked as the guy fell back from Fred’s punch, you just stood there not knowing what to do when the tall man rebounded “why you little-!” He got cut off by the manger coming out and breaking up the fight, just then you realized how many people were staring at you and Fred, it didn’t really matter when Fred turned to you “are you ok? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Fred looked at you with genuine worry in his eyes “uh- no but he did hurt my wrist a little” you held up your wrist, it was red from the man trying to pull you away, he grabs your wrist gently and brushes his thumb over the red area “we should go back into the bus” you agree and you both walk out, you noticed he’s still holding your hand but you didn’t bother to correct him. He bring your back to the bus and seats you down on a couch thing, he sits right beside you “tell me what happened- only if you want to” you’ve never seen him this considerate before "I was just drinking my beer and this guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink, I said I was ok but he kept on pushing me, then he grabbed me" you looked down into your lap, fred was still listening and being patient “if you hadn’t stepped in, I’m afraid he might’ve done something bad to me” you felt grateful that he was there; which you didn’t think was possible “thank you Fred” you look up and catch his gaze, you relax your body and put your head on his shoulders, although you couldn’t see it, he had a surprised look on his face, he always knew that you kind of hated him, and now you’re here leaning on his shoulder

He accepted the warm feeling and put his head on top of yours. You two sat in comfortable silence until you heard a bunch of people get into the bus, you perked your head up and looked over to see Wes coming towards the both of you “Y/N! Are you ok?” You nodded you head missing the gentle touch of Fred, you heard one of the mangers yell “is anyone sober enough to drive?” Everyone stayed silent “I’ll drive” you groan, and get up from where you were sitting, you sit on the drivers seat “here we go again” you whisper to yourself as you turn on the engine. After a long day you finally arrive back at your house, your crash on your bed and quickly fall asleep but your mind kept on reminiscing on the interaction that you and Fred had 

You woke up the next morning with memory’s of last night, you pondered it for a while before deciding to get out of bed to gets something to eat, you walk downstairs and feel your flip phone buzz in your pocket, you take it out and find a message from “annoying guy" you start to wonder why you had him in your contacts before you realized it was Fred, you let out a small "oh" before you open his message

Annoying guy: hey Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house, I got the new version of street fighter we can play!

You decided to change his contact name to "Fred" before he finds out

You: sure, when do you want me to be over?

Fred: in 10 minutes, i thought maybe we could have breakfast together before we play

You:that sounds nice, I’ll be there in 10

Fred: okay! Cant wait

You put your flip phone down as you start to wonder why he would want you to come over, he never invited you before, was it to talk about what happened last night? You didn’t know, but with an empty stomach, you got out of your pyjamas and started to head over to Fred’s house. When you arrived you knocked on the door, after a couple seconds a guy with bleached blond ish hair opened the door, he had on a men’s tank top and some Jorts 

“Hey! Come in" his chuckle has mesmerizing, it’s almost like you walked right into his arms “I cooked us some omelet’s, I hope you don’t mind” he lead you over to his kitchen and handelt you a warm plate that had a fresh omelet slapped on top “this looks good thanks Fred” you didn’t know how to express your happiness to Fred, after you spent months hating him “of course! I wanted to ask you something” the dread took over you as you both sat down at his table “go ahead” you start to pick at your food, nervous about what he was gonna say next “um so, last night, you showed me affection that I’ve never had from you, it wasn’t like any other affection that my partners have given me- well it was but- what I’m trying to say is that even the most simplest act of kindness you gave me, made my heart flutter, and I want to spend the rest my life with someone who makes me feel that way" you paused at picking at your food and looked at him, you could see he was nervous waiting for your response “you know Fred, I’ve spent months hating you, but all that changed last night, I felt like someone had opened my eyes to the person you really were" you took a deep breath and continued on “and, I really like you Fred, you saved me from some perv, and I will be forever grateful that you did” you’d never thought you’d tell him that, but I guess the universe had its own plans “really? You.. like me?” He was stunned that you said that to him “yes I do, now shut up before I take it back” he chuckles as you two finish your omelets “let’s head over to the couch, so we can play the game” you forgot that was the whole reason of you visit, but you happily sat down and waited for him. He loaded up the game and sat down beside you giving you a controller, you lay your head on him as the familiar feeling of his warm touch came over you, he put his head on your head but not without kissing the top of your head first, you giggled as you two played the game

[hinatastinygiant]

17 | Fairytale Gold

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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Y/N'S P.O.V.

It's a new day on the island. Another morning is beginning to rise as you wait for Bakugou to meet up with you. He had asked for you to wait in the sand as he got one final surprise. And so, you're standing outside, the wind in your hair, and a smile on your face.

It's hard to believe that this is real. Hard to believe that you're still here, and not back at home. Part of you worries for your grandfather, but the radio at your waist is comfort enough to keep those feelings at bay.

He'll be okay.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply and relishing the feeling of the warm breeze tickling your skin. And when you open your eyes again, there he is, walking towards you. The first rays of sunlight hit him, making him seem as though he's glowing. He looks beautiful, golden, like the sunken golden ship from his past.

"Good morning," he calls out, his hands behind his back.

"Morning," you greet him with a grin. "Where've you been?"

"Around," he replies. "I had to get something before we go."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" you smile hopefully.

"Not yet," he shakes his head.

"Fine," you sigh dramatically, causing him to chuckle.

"Don't be such a brat," he teases, ruffling your hair. "Come on, let's go."

Together, the two of you walk along the newly created pathway to the project you had spent your last three months working on together.

"Do you know what day it is?" you ask him, looking over at him.

"Why are you so sappy about dates?" he sighs.

"So you do know," you beam. You knew he was keeping track of time.

"So what if I do," he scoffs. "Now will you shut up and stop asking me dumb questions?"

"Fine, fine," you laugh. "But happy three months," you hum as you place your hand in his.

A few moments later, the two of you arrive at your finished project. The house that the two of you built together. It's a small, one-story building made entirely of bamboo and palm leaves.

"This is it," you say, looking at him. "Our new home."

"You're so fucking weird," he laughs, shaking his head.

"Maybe, but it's not like you didn't agree to it," you reply.

"Tch," he scoffs.

"Now come on, let's go inside," you tell him, tugging him towards the front door.

Once you step inside, Bakugou finally agrees to show you what he's brought- the wooden box that held the map to the gold.

"You wanted to bring it? I thought you said-"

"Yeah, well, figured it was about time to bring the last of my crap here," he mutters, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

He then stops you before you can take a step further. "Hold on a sec. I want you to have it," he says, presenting it to you as if it were a precious gift.

You take the box, running your fingers over the smooth wood. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he nods.

As you lift the lid, you find the map inside – the same map that led you to this island, to him. Bakugou watches your reaction closely, most likely wondering what you will do with the map now that you're no longer hunting for the treasure.

"It's the last thing tying me to that damn ship," he admits, his tone softer now. "And I thought you might want to keep it. You know, as a reminder of how we got here."

You look from the map to Bakugou, a rush of emotions welling up inside you. This map is more than just a piece of paper; it's a symbol of your shared journey, everything you've faced together, and the bond that has grown from the chaos. With a grateful smile, you pull Bakugou into a tight hug, your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Thank you, Katsuki," you whisper, and Bakugou, for a moment, lets his guard down, returning the embrace.

"Whatever," he grumbles, but you can hear the fondness in his voice.

"I love you, Katsuki," you murmur, your face buried in his neck.

"Yeah," he answers. "I love you, too."

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[justanothersyscourse]

hi ok so !! about your post on singlets in syscourse i just want to say i agree with you! i'm a singlet and my ex is a DID system, and during all the time i knew they were a system (2 years+) and the time we dated (almost a year) i've never really been able to partake (in good faith) in syscourse because i'm a singlet. i've spent over 2 years learning as much as i can about DID and OSDD and sometimes i'd like to partake in some syscourse and each time i try (in good faith! i cant emphasize that enough) both sides treat me like shit. like you said, singlets dont have a place in ALL discussions (i certainly wouldnt and dont want to stick my nose everywhere) but yeah there's a time and a place and like you said, to engage in constructive and positive conversations, which is exactly what i'd like to do. but even in those times and places both sides shut down whatever a singlet says, even if they do actually have some kind of standing in the discussion (like the examples you gave), say things in good faith and have knowledge of what they're talking about (like you also said). i've never really seen anyone display this opinion so kudos to you for voicing that!

My partner has been with us for ten years, and they've known about us for six of those years.

When he first found out, he went looking for resources, and one of the first ones he found was called The Significant Other's Guide to Dissociative Identity Disorder. It's a funny, honest guide written by another singlet partner. It talks about the good and the bad, insurance, therapy, hospitals, etc. Most importantly, it talks about what to expect from your system partner.

It wasn't until a few years later that he showed us this guide, and he explained that the brutally honest take on system behavior helped him become a better spouse for us. It talks bluntly about how systems are selfish by nature. Not in a negative way, just as a matter of fact. We have so much going on in our heads that sometimes it's really hard for us to keep our partners in mind, as well, and it comes across as selfishly absorbed, at times. It talks about how to handle that kind of behaviour, and the rewarding love you get in return.

But that REALLY struck me. It was true, and so was a lot of other, negative stuff (stereotypes?). It kind of put my partner in a new light for us-- we gained a huge amount of respect for him and appreciation for the things he put up with and tried to work with us on. Of how much work he put in and how much patience he had.

Singlets have an incredibly unique view on certain aspects of the disorder and of system life that is SO important to the conversation. I wish he had shown it to me earlier, but he said he didn't think I was in a place to hear it back then, and he was probably right. I wouldn't have taken it as positively and it wouldn't have had such a profound impact on us. Now we do our best to stay mindful of things-- so that we can be better, too.

Singlets tend be an unbiased, outside view. It's why anyone with half a brain encourages questioning systems to see a therapist. Traumatized, mentally ill individuals tend NOT to be good judges of... Much of anything, really. Themselves, situations, other people. I can't tell you how many times I was TEN THOUSAND PERCENT SURE I was a making a safe, smart decision, and he was behind me, rolling his eyes, waiting patiently for me to come to my senses, and then I'd run crying back to him when it all went to shit, because holy crap, that was dumb of me.

He also is VERY aware of the nuances of syscourse, he hears me talk about it daily. He engages with it through me. He's done enough of his own research to form his own opinions and thoughts so he can support me, and/or tell me when I'm being a proper little shit.

I talked recently about the unique perspectives of people who dipped their toes into plurality and DID/OSDD, and realized/admitted they weren't systems, and those who realized it was something else. Those perspectives are just as unique and useful in helping other systems figure their stuff out. They do understand syscourse. They've likely engaged in it before. They're allowed to, still.

Singlets who have never met a system in their life, but have a peer reviewed paper in have are goddamn allowed in syscourse to share it and talk about it.

They sure as fuck might be wrong, but they have every right to get involved, when and where they're welcome.

👏 Singlets 👏 have 👏 a 👏 place 👏 in 👏 syscourse 👏

Anon, you are welcome in my community <3

[snaillamp]

Sicktember - day 5

TW: This story contains references to SA (non-con touching, choking), read at own discression! <3

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

The truck veered around a sharp corner, bright lights illuminating the forest around them. Greg peered into the shadows as they jumped between the trees. They gave him the creeps.

The truck passed by a strange wooden statue, a tall bear with arms outstretched, as if it were trying to grab the clouds. The driver, Marty nodded at it and gave it a little wave. Greg snorted.

“Did you just wave at that statue?” His voice was judgemental as he glanced at Marty who rolled his eyes. “Yeah.” Greg frowned, curling his lip in disgust. “Why? It’s a fucking statute.”

Marty sighed heavily, “It’s the statue of a spirit, it protects travellers. They say that if you don’t respect it, it will bring you bad luck. Some guys even say it'll even hunt you down and-”

Greg scoffed, interrupting Marty. “-Get me? Ooooooooh. I’m terrified.” He finished flatly. “So what, a ghost will cause you to crash your car or something? Come on Marty, I didn’t think you believed in that stupid superstition crap.” Marty shook his head. “Well, the stories exist for a reason. Maybe they’re a warning, maybe something more. Be my guest to see what happens if you don’t, but only when I’m not in your truck, Greg.”

Greg rolled his eyes again, leaning back in his seat. He watched the road again, before the silence got the better of him and he asked. “So the spirit... How did it get there?” Marty tapped the wheel of the truck with his thumb. “Depends on who you ask, but the story goes something along the lines of this. There was a woman walking along the road and it was dark and rainy. A guy stopped his car to offer her a ride and, again, stories vary on what he did, but she ended up dead.”

Marty glanced at Greg, before looking back to road. “They say she’s still out there, protecting wandering travellers, always watching. If you respect her, she will just scare you off, but if you don't they say that she gives you what you deserve, whatever that means. Either way, I'm not willing to fuck around and find out.”

Greg scoffed again, and the two men sat in awkward silence for the rest of the trip.

~~

Finally getting to the cheap, shitty motel, they got comfortable, Marty laying on the bed and pulling out his phone. He went out to have a smoke and call his husband. A sweet, loving, low voice, gentle pet names and professions of love filtered through the walls.

'Ugh, it's gonna make me throw up if I have to listen to Marty say “I love you…” one more time.' Greg thought.

When he came back inside, Greg imitated Marty. “Oh, I love you James, oooooh, I loooooove you soooo much. If I had to say that to anyone I’d throw myself off the nearest cliff.” Marty’s cheeks went a light shade of pink before he smirked. “And that, Greg is why you’re divorced and I'm not.”

Greg scowled, before flopping onto his bed. He should buy a prostitute and have her right here, right in front of Marty, to get back at him. He could have any girl he wanted. After googling for a while he scowled. 'Damn whores 'round here used to be cheap, but the stupid boom made 'em all greedy.'

At least that’s what Greg's opinion of the matter was, and he wasn’t prepared blow an entire paycheque on dumb payback.

~~

The next morning, Greg awoke first, looking at the sleeping Marty. He went outside for a few cigarettes before re-entering the room and waking the snoring Marty with a pillow thrown at his head. “Wake up, you fat bastard. The day’s a-wasting.” Marty groaned, rolling out of bed and trudging into the bathroom to have a shower.

Soon they were on the road again. The town they were dropping the shipment off to was where Marty lived, so he had offered to do the drive over if Greg did the drive back up to where they had started.

Greg didn't mind Marty. Sure, he was a bit annoying, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut. (Unbeknownst to Greg, Marty was the only driver who had the patience to put up with him.)

~~

James was waiting at the depot for Marty to return. They held each other like they hadn’t seen the other in decades.

“Calm down, he was gone for 4 days.” Greg grumbled, getting back into the truck cabin. Marty bid him goodbye, wishing him a safe journey back and set off with his husband back to his perfect life.

“Stupid Marty with his stupid husband and stupid happy family and money and house and…” He scoffed, Marty could go suck his stupid husbands dick for all he cared, Greg was fine on his own.

But the comment Marty had made last night though, it had struck a cord deep within Greg. He didn’t know why, Marty always busted his balls about being divorced, but it just stung last night. Maybe it was cause he figured Marty might actually have been right?

Rachel had left him saying he was a grumpy, lazy oaf who was never home and when he was he was sleeping or drunk. Marty actually seemed to have his life together… Sure, maybe he needed a gym membership, but he seemed happy about… everything. How he looked, what he did, where he lived, who he was with… It made Greg jealous as he set off into the mountains, ready to get home to his messy, smelly bachelor's pad...

The day was beginning to fade as Greg passed into the forest again. He saw the statue Marty had waved at. Scoffing at it, Greg raised his hand, flipping the statue off and laughing loudly through his open window. “Dumb statute! Ohhhh the ghost’s angry noooooow! What ya gonna do, eat me?!” He cackled, patting his belly and burping loudly.

Maybe the trip back wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Rain began to fall, spattering fat drops of water across the windshield. Greg groaned, slowing down and turning on the wipers.

~~

Maya shivered as she walked along the road. It had started raining a while ago, but now, with the dark it was getting really cold. She also couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched… stalked maybe? This forest gave her the creeps.

She had managed to hitchhike into the closest town, but decided to walk through the night in the hopes to get the worst part of the trip done now. Pulling her jacket closer around herself as she shivered again, her teeth began chattering loudly.

A light illuminated the road behind her, causing her to spin around and stick out a thumb. The large semi-trailer beeped at her, before pulling over some distance away. “Oh, thank God.” She mumbled as she scrambled towards the truck.

As she neared, she could see a short, fat, bearded man leaning against the truck's cabin, wrapped in a warm jacket and smoking a cigarette. He tipped his chin at her as she drew nearer and smiled. His teeth there stained and rotten, probably from the years of smoking and drinking pop, given the fact a few were missing and broken.

“What are you doing hiking out here in this weather?” He asked, flicking the stub of his cigarette to the ground and grinding it into the road with a big, bulky boot.

Maya hesitated, unsure of what she should say. “Uh, I’m travelling. I didn’t have a car so I’m thumbing rides where I can. Are you heading to Jones Creek by any chance?”

The name of the small town sparked some recognition in the man’s eyes. “Yeah, driving through. Why need a ride?” Maya nodded.

She had hitched with truckers before, they were always nice and their cabins were warm and dry… better than this weather.

~~

Greg stared at the soaked girl as he lit another cigarette. He turned the forming thoughts in his mind. It wouldn’t be the first time he had done it. The people were usually… compliant enough, if they were desperate. But tonight he was in a bad mood, he needed to let off some steam.

If this was his chance, he was going to take it, whether this girl liked it or not. She was young, quite easy on the eyes, he wouldn’t be long.

“I’ll drive ya.” He began, before a smirk curled on his lips. “For a price…” His drawling words seemed to create a tension in the air.

The young woman’s face changed slightly, looking slightly concerned.

“What?” She was curt now, less smiley and happy. She took a step back and Greg took a step forward. “Uh, you know, I think I’m okay, actually.” She took another nervous step back, but Greg wasn’t having it. “Come on, it won’t hurt. Besides, Jones Creek is a long way from here, and in this rain… I’d feel bad leaving you here. There aren’t many cars around these parts… It might be a while before someone comes by.” He grinned again, the cigarette dangling from his lips as his hands drifted to his belt buckle.

The girl knew it was a veiled threat.

“No.” She said, her voice firm. “Fuck off, creep. I’m not gonna…” She grimaced at the thoughts in her head.

Turning, she decided to walk back down the mountain. Greg knew couldn’t follow in his truck, the road was way too narrow for him to turn it around, the bitch was trying to escape him, but he could stop that. His heavy footsteps sounded behind her, as she whirled around, pulling out the pocket knife from her pocket. “I said leave me alone!” She jabbed it in Greg's direction. “Go away, you creep!”

Greg scowled as the woman turned as began to jog down the hill. He was going to have her. He wasn’t going to be told no.

Spitting out his cigarette, he began running after her again. His wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her waist as dragged her, kicking and screaming back towards the truck.

All this was making him more and more excited.

“Come on, be good for me now. Scream all you want, no one will hear you.” He cooed in her ear as the rain began to ease. He tried to force her into the cabin of the truck, but she wriggled out of his grip and kicked him between the legs, stabbing him in the arm with her knife.

Greg howled and let go of her. “Bitch! I’m gonna teach you a lesson for that!”

His hands flashed rapidly, grabbing her neck and holding her against the truck, the knife falling from her hands. He pushed her throat shut as she gasped and tried to fight off his hands, but she couldn’t.

~~

Maya could feel her face beginning to tingle as she gasped for oxygen. ‘No…’ she thought. ‘I can’t die, not like this… oh fuck, please no…’ She forced herself to look at him, hoping that a spark of humanity could be seen in his cold, dead eyes.

Nothing.

Maya’s arms grew heavy as the man grinned, her strength leaving her. As spots began appearing in her vision, she could have sworn to hear a woman’s gentle, echoing hum emanating from the woods. It was comforting, making her feel safe… she looked around for the source of the humming, but there was nothing except the dark silhouettes of trees standing guard over her, watching her die.

The humming grew louder, undulating between low notes and high… Somber and triumphant, yet somehow threatening…

The man’s rough fingers loosened slightly from around her neck. His eyes narrowed slightly, he could hear it too.

~~

Greg squinted as he listened through the slowing rain. The forest seemed to be singing, humming, something. It was like a woman was humming in the trees just off the road. He looked into the young woman’s scared, tearful eyes. She could hear it too… He watched as here eyes flickered through the trees behind him, desperately hoping that whoever was humming would find them.

Greg watched as her eyes seemed to lock onto a figure, except they grew wide with fear. He turned to see too, a chill running down his spine.

It was large and round shadow was padding through the trees… It looked like a massive bear…

The bear’s silhouette rose to it’s hind legs, taking a step forward out of the shadows. A pale woman was illuminated in the full moon’s light as the world suddenly went very still. There was a gentle breeze blowing through the air but the trees didn't move, remaining stoic and silent, not even rustling their leaves.

The woman's limp, black hair looked dull and dry, her cheeks and eyes were hollow and lips pale and thin as they parted slightly, humming the sinister song. She looked like a corpse had decided to go for a walk.

She continued to walk, holding a large, fur blanket around her body. It looked like a bear skin. Her eyes were dull and clouded as she looked at the scene unfolding in front of her. Her eyes flicked between the two people, Greg’s hands falling from around Maya’s throat as he took a step back.

The ghost woman’s face smirked slightly as her eyes narrowed, locking onto his own. She took another soundless step towards him, holding her blanket tight around her as she hummed. Greg began to stumble back as she grinned, opening her mouth to reveal large, bear like fangs. Her clouded black eyes glinted as Greg tripped, falling on his butt, before he began pushing himself back, trying to get to the door of the cabin.

Maya ran, her neck aching as she panted. She heard the humming continue behind her, but didn’t look back, tears streaming down her face as she sprinted down the road.

~~

Greg looked up at the woman as she continued to step towards him. Her humming was beautiful and haunting, his stomach turning as she leaned over him, her hand slamming into his chest. Her dirty nails were long, hard and sharp, like claws as she shoved him against the ground.

‘Run.’ She whispered in his mind, faint as the wind. It was hollow and rough, sending a chill down Greg's spine. Her hand left his chest and Greg shot up, running into the trees. The woman growled, leaping forward to give chase.

Greg stumbled through the trees as he ran, terrified. “No…” He begged as he sprinted, “I can’t die, not like this… oh fuck, please no… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please…”

He froze, skidding to a halt as a large, black bear materialised from the shadows in front of him. He turned and ran, only to see the bear walk between two trees, disappearing behind the second as if it walked through a doorway. Whirling around, every direction he tried to run, the bear was there, circling... closing in on him.

A gentle grunt and cloud of warm breath tickled the back of his neck as he took a step back, his stomach churning. It smelt like death itself was behind him…

Greg’s eyes went wide, turning to face the bear, as it began to hum again.

‘Scream all you want… no one will hear you…’ the ghost's hollow, husky voice cooed in his mind.

~~

Maya ran until she couldn't any longer. She came to a stop in the middle of the road, collapsing to the ground and panting hard. Holding her bruised throat, she began coughing and spluttering, trying to catch her breath.

Heaving herself up, she forced herself to continue staggering through the night, the light of the moon now smothered by cloud and the wind and rain returning.

She continued to walk for a few more meters, before the world became still around her again. Looking up, she saw the pale woman, almost glowing white in the center of the road. Her humming beginning again as she slowly walked towards Maya, her face serene as she drew close.

Maya wanted to run, but she couldn’t, enthralled by the beautiful figure in front of her and her equally beautiful, solemn song. As the woman reached her, she tucked a strand of Maya’s hair behind her ear. Her eyes were kind as she smiled softly, which Maya would be fine with, if the woman’s face and fur blanket weren’t stained with large splatters of blood.

The woman nodded at Maya, placing a cold, dead hand on her shoulder, before walking off into the trees, humming her song. Maya stood in the center of the road, mouth hanging open and staring after the ghost as two lights appeared from the dark behind her.

At first she was scared, thinking the man had come back, but instead a couple got out, an old man and woman. The woman walked up to Maya, brushing her arm, causing Maya to jump, looking at her, dazed.

“My darling are you alright?”

Tears brimmed in Maya’s eyes as she shook her head, the old man wrapping his arms around her and guiding her to the car. Soon she was wrapped in a blanket, being driven far away from the forest and the woman, even though her song still echoed loud and clear in her head as she fell asleep in the back seat.

~~

Marty stared at the empty truck on the road he knew well.

The police had taken him out to identify it, and it had confirmed his worst fears. Greg had disappeared into thin air and the police were desperate to find him after a woman had reported him for attacking her.

In the dawn light, Marty could see the silhouette of a figure standing amongst the trees, barely visible in the shadows. When he blinked, it was gone, but he knew.

They weren’t going to find Greg, someone else had found him first, and he couldn’t help but be slightly glad. He had liked Greg in the beginning, but over the years he had become a bitter, disgusting monster… and it seems like he finally met his match.

Nodding at the woods, Marty turned away, exhaling a shaking breath.

He could have sworn he heard a faint hum in the trees, just for a second.

~masterlist~

[hysteria-entertainment]

INFATUATION PART 2

SUMMARY: After an icy encounter with Tan during the Intergalactic festival, LJs infatuation causes some tension within the group. 

Mentions Tan @ravebys and Kay @elektra-world​

A door slams shut and LJ was pushed towards a chair forcefully. The two figures practically holding him hostage stood in front of the study room door, arms crossed and faces pinched with anger. "What was that shit you pulled, Jaehwan?" Alexander growled.

Van stepped forward, chewing the inside of his cheek as he tried to choose his words carefully. "You embarrassed our group. And you disrespected a junior. Can you not let your fascination with Kay go?"

Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes. "He has a thing for girls who are off-limits," he waves his hand in the air. "We went through this with Jihye, remember? And Jieun-Noona! You think you're hot shit, right?" He snaps.

There was a history between the two that left a sour taste in Alexander's mouth. The sneaky flirts and constant comments about Jihye had caused tension between the two members. And LJ even had the audacity to come at his own Hyung about dating another trainee at that time.

"Can't I just have a little fun, Hyung? There's no harm in it." LJ mumbles, not bothering to look his members in the eye. He was like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Don't be dumb," Van says, his voice raising an octave. "What you're doing is weird, bordering on sexual harassment. Do you really not see that? Why did you touch her after being explicitly told to back off?"

During the final artist performance at the festival, LJ had stood particularly close to her and at one moment, his hand brushed her back when he walked behind her. "I told you! She lost lost her balance and I was reaching out to stop her from falling!" He says loudly, the usual smug look on his face was gone. It was the truth - Kay's heel had hit a bump in the stage and caught her off guard. He instinctively reached out, not even thinking, and had no nefarious intentions.

Alexander sighs, sitting down before speaking. "Then why get all cocky about it to her boyfriend, huh? Do you get off on that crap or something?" He wanted to keep his cool but it was hard. All he could think of were the times he went around flirting with Jihye. Even after he found out the two were dating, he still made some comments to Alexander here and there.

"Its just harmless fun. That Tan is annoying and thinks he's all that."

Van snorted, rolling his eyes. "Hi-larious coming from the man whose ego is bigger than his own dick." Jaehwan tilts his head, a snicker leaving him as he leans back in his chair. The boys often ribbed each other like this so he took no offense.

"Jai is too nice to ever say these things to your face, so I'm taking the initiative right now: you're going to stop this crap. Stop messing with girls who deny your advances. Stop thinking you're hot shit who can make any woman leave their man. You're a better person than this and I fucking know it. I'm going to Yuri and the others about you because you need to be knocked back a few steps." Alexander was stern and his furious gaze dug into Jaehwan like hot fire pokers.

"What? You know what will happen of you do! We have a comeback soon!" He says, his voice raising in frustration and disbelief.

Van gives him a sympathetic look. "Yeah, I know. It blows - but maybe use your time off to think about how you've been acting. How your actions affect others, yeah?"

Jaehwan huffed, growling softly as he stood up and began to pace. "You make me out to be a predator!" He yells, though shame was starting to consume him.

"You're used to fans accepting every little wink, thrust and flirt that leaves you. It's gone to your head. Not every woman wants that." Alexander says, surprisingly calm. "You ruined my relationship with Jihye, you know? Your advances made her so uncomfortable that I had no choice but to break up with her so you'd leave her alone!" It seemed foolish at the time, but LJ had only started moving in once he realized she was off the market.

"Hyung -"

"No," Alexander intercepts, standing up as the younger boy spun around, "I don't want anymore excuses. My mind has been made up. This is your final chance to redeem yourself otherwise you will be gone and we'll make sure of it."

The left Jaehwan standing there, stunned. He paced the room a bit more, releasing a frustrated growl before finally calming down and leaving the room a nearly a half an hour later.

It didn’t take long after that for him to receive a text from his manager demanding he visit the CEOs office at once.

[the-firebird69]

I'm really actually pissed off it's kind of yelling at me you don't f****** get it I want my money so I'm turning all over looking at people I'm saying people are after money if theirs and he's been for quite a while and he's thrashing people who are saying dumb s*** to him and I don't want to say dumb s*** to him he needs to have money and it helps us if you stand up and start this blabbing f****** crap with me I'm kind of fire you

Sarah

When I noticed we're trying to get a money and stuff and whatever he says just sit there and shut up and die Trump he says it's actually true that's all I'm doing he's doing a good job but really we just sitting there trying to impress him and we're getting your ass our ass is handed to us in all of society and people are killing you and they see you doing it to me and it reminds them so it turned into 24/7 you and your people getting killed and you yourself are getting killed he says and he says I really don't value it and all the sudden I said something I don't want him in the hotel and blah blah blah and man are we going to have to kill you right now. He says as usually they start going to town on me I do understand something it's contrary to what works and I'm not doing what works and I have a game and I'm blowing it because I'm a simple piece of crap I guess I don't think his stuff works and what he's saying is how do you treat me well or you're dead and you try and hold me and your dad and I guess that's what's happening he says he doesn't want to stay here he'd rather have me dead he's trying to kill me he says and it's working and I die at night usually so he can sleep so he's up right now because I'm not gone and people trying to kill me because that's how it works and it actually does and they do it every night and he says it and it's actually true and the reason is I keep bothering him and he's going to have more people here not less and my people will be gone and does nonsense will stop and he says it and it's happening and he says it's happening for real and I'm going to f****** moron you can't count and I understand something pretty soon we're going to have too few people to do stuff to him and he's right where these black losers who just keep doing stuff to him or trying to do stuff to him it doesn't do much except the track people who come and get rid of us and take our stuff now I've been saying it for a while off and on and my own people are not listening at all and it's not true and instructing them to do it and I'll tell you what excuse me like such a poor boy it's not funny and she's pointing at the numbers he says can I understand simple math I'm going to be down for like 2.5 tomorrow or something and they're not coming back and I don't have the program cuz Dave hit me for it and it sucks but this is actually true and I thought I have the program the whole time what he says is retarded people get fooled and they walk around in a days and whoever's running it on me is not surprised that I'm just a stupid jackass it's no big Wonder to fool one of us into something and have a hold on to it he says and he doesn't know who's monitoring me to make sure that I'm insane loser and it's probably the computer that I don't care about because I supposedly run it it's pretty bad but I am perpetuating it and it doesn't do anything for me and I'm in a lot of trouble and I've been set up by the clans and the Mac proper and I'm doing the wrong thing all the time he's surprised that he's sitting in a resort and I just wanted to sit here and do nothing and not eat the food and not have a good time and really I do understand that and that's what I'm up to but boy it seems a little stupid

Trump

You think so you really think so you're supposed to get him here and you're supposed to do something else

Sarah

I've actually had enough of this we can't seem to do the job right it's coming out horrible and we're going down and it's for a simple stuff that we're doing wrong. And yeah I was handing him a paycheck this is really difficult and he says it's like how hard would it be you know have social security pay me what they owe me a couple other things and really it is not brain surgery and nobody's doing anything and the Empire is making it happen but nobody's doing anything so now you're going to go he says and you're going what can you really say you're a stupid f*** and I can't believe it we do things wrong and I can't believe it with perpetuating and every f****** day of the year and dying everyday because they're not doing this simple job that helps us that the Empire wants and it's f****** stupid it was sick and tired of. The world is tired of hearing from Trump and they're going after you dumb f*** because what you doing to me translates to them and they're going to kill every single one of you delusional airhead f****** now my brother shot you in the head and your brain came out and you're a f****** idiot and your people should know this is who he is most of his brain went out in the back of his head it is all over the road and Iraq

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

To be honest I am fine with him being bad at the theory because is really bullshit.

Hi, Spanish is my first language and I learned back home, being in a school back home until I move when I was an older teen.

But here is a funny story, when I moved to Canada I only did the last two years of high school, and in my last year I didn't have enough credits in almost all of the classes for my grade, so my own ESL teacher suggested me getting Spanish because that was a class I would be able to attend regardless of credits. I ended up doing it because of a lack of options.

I didn't get a 100%, or even that close, why? The theory part continued tripping me over. Ask me the difference between pretérito perfecto and pretérito imperfecto with a gun pointing at my head and I will be dead.

Want to know the difference? Is basically verbs in the present tense and past tense, and I never remembered because rather than just saying that, they put names that weren't indicative of what they do (At least not for anyone speaking colloquially at this time, maybe this made sense a few centuries ago.) You technically can just ask someone to do X verb in present/future/past, but there are formal names that we were taught both in Spanish classes here in Canada and the ones we had back home.

And no one ever remembers.

No seriously, once my family started making fun of me for not having a 100% at the end, I ask them how many of them remembered these details, like participios (aka the -ing at the end of a verb, because spanish works differently we have more than that,) and other stuff, and then everyone shut up. My own mother, who was a teacher for over 30 years; told me she also couldn't recall most of these details, and she taught classes from kindergarten to high school.

Again, I am only one latine person, and we have a big community, but if I am honest I think if I ask at random about any of these details to any of my friends who speak Spanish as a first language, they wouldn't remember.

The point with all of this is that you can functionally speak Spanish perfectly, even having good grammatical skills, use of the language, and so forth, and still be tripped by the theory because of technicalities.

So it would make perfect sense for Miles to go to a test, have the test ask to separate the participios regulares e irregulares, and have him flunking the test because the question was using such obtuse terminology his mom may not even know what the question is about, and I say this because neither of my parents could answer this question without some explaining and juggling their memory.

If I am honest, the difference in how they teach Spanish in English-speaking countries vs the Spanish I learned back home wasn't really that different? Yeah, there was some different way to conjugate things and some words, but no teacher in their right mind would disqualify Miles' way of speaking Spanish unless they were asking for VERY specific things.

You can even have him trip for things that actually defy the grammar because those words are exceptions and the only way to know is remembering them.

For example, in Spanish rather than having "The" we have "El" and "La", these are normally assigned by what the word ends up in.

La Casa.

El Coche.

(There is obviously more to this but this is the idea.)

Simple enough, right? What would you use for the word "Dentista"? If you said La, that's wrong! It's actually "EL Dentista."

How do you know that? Well you memorize it, there is literally no other way.

Hope this doesn't come as a rant or anything, I understand that Miles speaking Spanish (which while the pronunciation is accurately a bit wonky, is pretty good btw,) is really important not just for the fans, but to remember that he keeps his roots dear to his heart,

This was really just me wanting to talk about how honestly the language can be pretty dumb anyways and if people whose first language is Spanish are forgetting this crap I don't want to imagine someone who speaks it as a second language and also missed 6 classes.

So believe me, is entirely possible to speak this language perfectly and still do the classes poorly regardless.

I prefer the theory that Miles has a B in Spanish because the Spanish they teach in schools is different than the Spanish he speaks at home more than the theory that he’s just bad at Spanish

Also, I’m getting tired of how people keep portraying Miles as more and more terrible at Spanish, like even if he’s not better at home, a B is still good!!

I know it’s mostly just jokes, but I swear it’s gonna cause a ton of people to just believe that Miles is just horrible at Spanish and refuse to give up that characterization, we’re gonna be watching in real time as a fanon version of a character gets popular and unavoidable

[redhead1180]

I know you’ve gotten anons like this and perhaps that’s why I’m choosing you to send this too but …. I know I shouldn’t be but I don’t trust Rudy’s gf I just think and this is just my opinion but I think she caused the rift between not only him and Madison but him and the cast . Yes I’m in the know or a part of this relationship but I just don’t like her vibe. She seems smug arrogant and quite frankly like a bitch . Perhaps it’s because I loved Rudy and Madison’s relationship bts season 1 and that I love jiara. I just think she is behind certain things , yes people will say if you’re a fan you should be happy for him if he’s happy and I would be but I don’t know …. I just ….. also I’ll say this I couldn’t be his gf ( not cause I wouldn’t want to but because I couldn’t handle knowing my boyfriends being simped over ) any way … I think that if Elaine hadn’t gotten in the way Madison and Rudy would’ve dated …. Elaine just seems like the kind to see that they had a thing and just swoop (again my opinion ) . I guess I’m just asking what you think . Sorry if you’ve answered this before and this is annoying …. Other fans get angry for shit like this and yes I also know the fans did that dumb thing of saying that Rudy and Madison should date irl but I don’t think that’s what caused this I think it was Elaine and I think Rudy and Madison had feelings but she stepped in and shut it down

So yea I did a deep dive here about Elaine, Rudy, and Madison. I have never hidden the fact Elaine just gives me the vibe she is trouble and many things in her past I have big issues with, but will say Rudy looks happy. Remember we only see a smidgen of their life, but I understand why fans don't like her.

I try not to spread new rumors or promote Elaine hate, everyone is entitled to their opinion. I recently saw a Twitter post from a "close source" that before Elaine, Rudy was suicidal and overwhelmed with anxiety and she saved him and keeps him grounded. Now things like this, to me, true or not should not be posted. And it's not because it makes Elaine look good, but just causes fans to go into a frenzy. I have a really hard time believing it, I know he has anxiety, he has spoken about that, but suicidal? This stuff leads to just more crap and feels like click bait. So when I give my opinion about Elaine I really try to weed out the crap.

I won't deny, though, we have seen she pulls him away from fans and we don't see him in public with the rest of the cast. Now maybe his anxiety is why she pulls him from fans, but not the cast. He has said in interviews that he has spoke to the cast about it and the help and support him. I try to play devil's advocate, but some things I can't. So yea it feels like she tries to keep away from everyone.

As for him and Madison, well that story we will never know the truth about it. I mean between BTS videos and interviews for s1, Rudy looked smitten by her. I don't think anything happened, but the boy looked like he had it bad for her. Then all of sudden he is with Elaine. There could have been drama or just moved on. There has been drama since Elaine and him got together with Madison. Between deleting likes, following then unfollowing each other and their so's on Instagram, there was some drama that got pretty childish if you ask me. Couldn't tell you who was to blame though.

Anyway, that is my opinion.