#hi welcome to my blog I’m cringe

[frvnkcastles]

hello 👋🏻 how are you? first thank you for everything you write, your blog it's my safe place. 💓

aaand i have a request if you like i was thinking in a frank x reader.

where they have been dating for two years and live together. one night she goes to a nightclub with her friends and a man keeps trying to talk to her, but she quickly manages to dismiss him, until she starts to feel like she's going to pass out and doesn't really understand what's happening so she gets up to go to the bathroom and the same man starts going after her, and she realizes that the guy put drugs in her drink, she starts running and locks herself in the bathroom and calls Frank in a panic and he keeps calming her on the phone until he arrives there and when he arrives he takes her home and takes care of her?

thank you💓

HEAVEN IS WHEREVER YOU ARE ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When you’re harassed at a club, Frank comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Reader is drugged, harassment, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2.2k

Author’s note: I’m doing okay anon, I hope you are too <3 Thank you so much for this idea! I actually had something like this written from years ago, so I just had to revamp it a little and here we go :) I hope you enjoy!

”Anythin’ comes up, you call me, aight?” Frank’s voice was demanding but full of care and love as he looked at you with intent eyes and his hands on your shoulders. As soon as you had told him your friends had invited you out to the local club, he had been all over you, not only appreciating the sight of you in that dress you only brought out for special occasions, but also making sure you would be okay. He had armed you with pepper spray and now, for the third time, insisted that even if he was going out himself, all you had to do was call and he’d drop everything to come and get you.

”I will. I’ll be okay, baby”, you reassured him, cupping his cheek and pressing a quick but sweet kiss in the middle of his mouth, causing him to lick his lips to revel in the taste of your lip gloss.

Reluctantly, he let go of you and you were well on your way. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust you — he was well-aware you could take care of yourself, it was just that he preferred to be the one doing it. You were everything to him and sometimes that manifested in overly protective behavior, but you appreciated him looking after you and knew it was just the way he was built after suffering enough loss. You didn’t fault him for it, if anything, knowing he was always in your corner was exactly why you felt safe going out into the dark night.

The club and your friends were a welcome distraction from the long week at work, and you felt so free and happy just dancing away with a fruity drink in your hand and the beat of the music guiding your hips. You weren’t exactly the best dancer, but you let the song carry you away, not a care in the world as you swayed and swung.

Time passed quickly in the company of your dearest friends, but eventually, your feet began to ache from the constant dancing and you retreated to the bar for another drink by yourself. Parting ways with your friends turned out to be a grave mistake — as soon as you had ordered another cocktail, a man appeared by your side and boldly invaded your personal space.

”Hey gorgeous, buy you a drink?” he asked with a crooked grin, and trying your best not to cringe at his attempt to charm you, you shook your head. Only Frank had the right to call you gorgeous, and you kept that fact locked and loaded if he wasn’t going to take your first hint.

”No, thanks. Already ordered”, you gave him a polite smile while gesturing at the drink delivered by the bartender. You were about to grab the glass and head back to the dance floor to find your friends, but the tall stranger cornered you, and in an instant, your alarm bells went off.

”C’mon, what’s the rush? What’s your name, princess?” he continued, and with a surge of disgust in the pit of your stomach, you shot him a glare.

”None of your business. Besides, I have a boyfriend”, you retorted, gripping the glass as you stood between the people behind you and the man towering over you. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who got rejected a lot, which was enough to let you know it was going to be an ordeal to get rid of him. If only you could catch sight of your friends.

”Well, I don’t see him here. What he don’t know won’t hurt him”, he countered, and with great discomfort pushing on your chest, you tried to sneak away from him. He stopped you, though, a tight hold wrapping around your wrist, and panic started to make way within your veins.

You refused to let him toy with you any longer, and so, you snatched your hand away from him and forcefully pushed through the crowd. Relief flooded you when you got away from him, but it was a short-lived victory, as a bout of dizziness smacked you in the head, and you staggered. Trying your best not to lose your balance, you held your head in one hand and your drink in the other, but it was no easy task, especially when your vision began to blur.

Changing direction, you headed for the bathroom, but as you glanced over your shoulder, you spotted the stranger following you. You hoped it was just your impaired sight playing games with you, but when you stumbled and your drink flew from your hands, you realized he must have slipped something in it. Fear rose in your throat and you picked up the pace, clumsily making your way to the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind you, making sure to lock it.

As soon as you felt like you were safe, he started banging on the door and cursing at you. ”Open up, you bitch!” he shouted through the wood, and with your eyes brimming with tears, you shakily dug your phone from your purse. You were scared the door was going to give in, even more scared that you’d pass out from whatever he had drugged you with, but with all the strength you could muster, you did the one thing you knew was a good idea — call Frank.

Your hands trembled as you held your phone up to your ear and waited to hear Frank’s voice, your eyes squeezed shut while you drew in shallow breaths. You leaned against the door, your heart running a million miles as you waited and waited until, finally, he picked up.

”Sweetheart? You there?” Frank’s voice crackled through, and stifling a terrified sob, you ran your fingers through your hair.

”I’m sorry—I know you’re out doing your thing but I’m so scared, I—I lost my friends and some guy started bothering me and I think he put something in my drink—”, you began explaining with your wavering voice, only for a bang on the bathroom door to cut you off, your sharp inhale filling the space where your words hung. Momentarily, you tried to pull yourself together but there was no denying the crack in your voice when you continued. ”I hid in the bathroom. Please hurry”, you whimpered, the fear in your voice evident.

”I’m on my way, baby. Stay on the line, yeah? Can you do that f’me?” he spoke, hoping his steady voice would give you something to hang onto, something to ground you. When you responded, he made an approving noise. ”That’s my girl. I’m leavin’ right now, okay? I’ll be there soon”, he promised, and finding immense hope in his words, you swallowed and wiped your tears away. Your head was spinning and you could feel yourself slipping in and out of awareness, time passing even without you fully acknowledging it.

”You whore!” the stranger yelled through the door, loud enough for Frank to hear through the call, only making him more furious. He was keeping his rage at bay for your sake, knowing that his uncontrolled temper wouldn’t do much to comfort you, but he was seething. The asshole who had done this to you was surely going to pay the price, and Frank was going to enjoy every second of it.

”It’s gonna be alright, sweet girl. Don’t worry, ’m almost there”, Frank swore, growing more concerned when you didn’t respond. You were starting to find it impossible to stand, and so, you wound up sitting on the closed toilet lid, your face buried in one of your hands while the other one tried to balance the phone against your ear.

Soon enough, Frank spotted the neon sign of the club and he swerved to the side of the street, hastily parking before jumping out of the truck. With his blood boiling at the mental image of what he’d find inside, he hung up the phone and stomped into the club with his heavy boots, the sleeves of his shirt already rolled up as he looked for the bathroom.

The banging and shouting alerted him in the right direction, and with his fists aching to punch and hurt and break, he strode straight to the man bothering you from the other side of the door. Clenching his jaw, he yanked the guy away from the door by his shoulder, a cold stare in his dark eyes.

”Get the fuck out”, he spoke calmly, the kind of calm that was far more threatening than any shout ever could have been. His voice was dripping with sheer anger, and yet, the man faced him with an unimpressed look.

”Or what?” he chuckled, and without hesitating to show him exactly what he had signed himself up for, Frank grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the wall hard enough for his nose to crack. The man collapsed on the ground with a cry, gaining some attention from the people around but not enough for anyone to actually care.

”Get out”, Frank repeated with just an inch more effort, and this time, it worked. The man scrambled up to both feet and rushed through the crowd, running away to make sure he wouldn’t end up on the Punisher’s kill list — of course, he had already made it there. As if anyone would get away with hurting Frank’s girl.

When he was left alone, Frank took in a deep breath and leaned against the door. ”Hey. Ya in there, sweetheart?” he questioned quietly, all scariness gone from his soft voice as he glanced at his boots and waited for your answer.

You couldn’t describe the relief you felt when you heard him. For a moment, you couldn’t tell if it was real, your head making it hard to focus on anything, but Frank kept talking, confirming for you that he was right there.

”It’s safe out here. Wanna come out or can I come in?” he continued, patiently waiting for you.

Carefully, you got up from the toilet seat and wobbled to the door, unlocking it and letting Frank in. He peeked in only to find you hugging yourself with puffy eyes and red cheeks, and with a sigh, he stepped inside fully. He was delicate as he reached over to you, brushing a thumb across your face.

”All right? He touch you?” he queried gruffly, fearing your answer, but when you shook your head, he welcomed relief. His deep eyes met yours as he lowered his head to be on your level, and he radiated safety and comfort and warmth, and it was enough for you to break.

You stepped closer and clung onto him in a desperate hug, shaking in his arms. ”Thank you for coming”, you whispered, and with his arms folding around your body tightly, he nodded.

”Of course. You call, I’m there. Always”, he stated simply before kissing the top of your head. You stayed like that for a moment, but finally, he pulled away and took your hand. ”C’mere, let’s go home”, he suggested, undeniably worried by your state. It was obvious you had ingested something you shouldn’t have, and even though you were safe with him now, he couldn’t help but consider the worst case scenario. He cared for you so much, it was like the thought of anything happening to you caused him physical pain. He didn’t always have the words to tell you how much he loved you, but he was sure as hell going to show you.

He took you home where he made you drink water and helped you undress before tucking you into bed. He knew you needed the rest, and it didn’t take you long to drift off to sleep, giving him time to plot how he was going to find the man who had hurt you and, in return, hurt him. He didn’t play around when it came to your safety and well-being, and that was a lesson he was going to teach the asshole who had drugged you.

For tonight, his plans were just that — plans. He wasn’t going to leave your side, and he wanted you to know as much, and so, he climbed into bed with you. He couldn’t

sleep, though, far too preoccupied worrying about you and watching over you.

As he tenderly stroked your cheek, you stirred awake, and he opened his mouth to apologize but the words got stuck in his throat while he gazed down at your flawless face. You were so beautiful and he felt so lucky to have you, even if that meant fighting off everyone else.

”Feelin’ better?” he asked quietly, his rough voice so gentle with you, and breaking into a smile, you nodded.

”Thank you, Frankie. I love you so much”, you whispered softly, causing the smallest of smiles to bloom on his face. He leaned down to kiss you, his large hand holding your chin as his lips met yours, and it took your breath away. He always knew how to send your heart flying, and it made your smile widen as you wrapped an arm around his neck. ”My hero”, you added quietly when the kiss broke, earning a snort from Frank.

”I’m no hero. But I’ll always come for you, pretty girl. I love you, yeah? There ain’t a thing in the world I wouldn’t do for you”, he vowed, and as he kissed you again, you knew he meant every word.

[pe11e-0hlinsrealsou1mate]

Heyy guys welcome to my blog all about MY man Pelle Ohlin and how much love I have for him!

This blog was made because I was sick of these mutant hoes that say they “love” Pelle… ew and basically I just wanted to show them who he really belongs to.

And no I swear this isn’t satire he literally is my husband.

And just before I say anything else my name is Viviana, I am a witch and my favourite thing to do is reading!

Why Pelle would love me.

First of all I am Romanian so obviously he would. Secondly me and my love have the exact same interests such as; Vampires, death, Ancient legends, castles, metal music, we both love Evil dead 1 and 2, black magic, supernatural, satanic cults, monsters, ect.

Thirdly absolutely NO ONE will have the SAME amount of love I have for this beautiful vampire man. He deserves NOBODY but ME and only me. He is the light of my life and I would have always been by his side and still am. I would and will show him so much love it would be so overwhelming that none of them pigs could ever love him that much. I WILL protect him from anyone, anything and everything. If any PIG even SAYS things such as “my boy”, “so handsome”, “he’s so me fr” and “my boyfriend” or anything like that, they will never see their loved ones again. And I just admire Pelle in general because of how serious he is about his work, he is so inspiring. Everything I said about Pelle is an understatement because literally nothing can compare.

Also I won’t leave you alone if you post about Pelle.

If you have any hate for me just remember I don’t give a fuck, I will defend Pelle until the day I die, call me cringe or whatever you want but just remember ❤︎︎Pelle Ohlin❤︎︎ is mine and not yours.

Also THIS PAGE IS EXPLICITLY ONLY FOR GIRLS THAT LIKE PELLE. NOT FOR ANYONE ELSE!!! So if you think I’m satire idc because this isn’t for your enjoyment, only to exterminate girls that like Pelle.

[jyoongim]

Jyoongim’s Horny Game

Hi everyone! I’m Jyoongim and WELCOME TO THE SHOW✨

GUYS 2K plus????? IM GONNA CRY!!!!

In response I would like to show my appreciation to all my followers for showing love and support my blog and writings by letting y’all run wild!

I saw @okay-babe do something like this and I thought it would be fun and give it a spin hehe! 

✨INFORMATION✨

This is mainly for Alastor x reader requests but any HH character is welcomed (not Valentino he can choke or Husker just because I think of him as a tired uncle lol)

THERE WILL BE NO WORD COUNT - I am lazy sorry guys ;(

There is NO limit on how many times you play!!!

HERES MY MASTERLIST/TAGLIST comment here for future work postings📻❤️

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Here’s how to play!

SPIN THE WHEEL! This color coded wheel will decide the category of your prompt. (Color system is below as well to help)

2.) Select a prompt. SPIN THIS WHEEL! There are 4 prompt lists I have provided to pick from! Feel free to use the prompt list for inspiration MIX AND MATCH prompts if you like.

⚠️limit to mix/match is 2 per request⚠️

➡️Prompt #1

➡️Prompt #2

➡️Prompt #3

➡️Prompt #4

3.) Send in your request per inbox as usual. You can be anon or make yourself be known (your decision).

❗️use correct color when sending request❗️

▶️ I HAVE A COLOR SYSTEM TO HELP US WITH EXAMPLES⤵️

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Below is the color system and what it includes:

🟢: Fluff-sweet,cute, makes you cringe

cuddles, hand-holding, hugs, domestic, kisses, hugs, appreciation, romance, lovey-dovey shit

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🟡: Saucey-fluff but you felt something

Obvious feelings, mutual pining, admission of feelings, keep it cute 

‘example: their hands brushed and they quickly pulled away blushing’

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🟠: Flavor-you tease!

teasing, tension, banter, flirting, stealing glances

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🔴: Mild-its getting hot!

Sexual tension! high emotions, realization of feelings

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💥: Mild Spicy-oh you like that?

Plot! smut! Introduction of kinks!

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🟣: Spicy-give it to me good!

Usual smut with plot *sprinkle sprinkle*

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🔵 : Extra Spicy- what did i just read?

smut and no plot 

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⚫️: Uncharted-you need a therapist & God babe

Every single morally gray scenario & kink possible. 

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!

(Kinks however ARE limited by writer’s discretion)

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I look forward to see what you guys requests and thank you again for all the love! Xoxo 😘

MASTER/TAG LIST IS LINKED!!!

[nvuy]

HII i'm the anon from before who asked for writing advice !! thank you so much for answering omg (≧▽≦)

i'm not gonna start the tumblr blog idea 'til i actually feel confident in my writing (and already have a few things i can post), which i don't at the moment!

i really wanna write self-indulgent fics and if someone happens to relate then that's great!! thing is, my writing feels bland at the moment and rarely do i have any ideas to actually make into a fic (unlike right now. my brain's flooded with ideas all of a sudden..)

point is! i wanna give my writing a sort of descriptive/poetic feel and i know for sure a wide vocabulary isn't enough, even though it *is* a huge part of the style,, if that makes sense. how should i go about this? so sorry if i'm bothering u with all these writing questions!!!

enjoy the rest of your week nd stay cool <33

ur not bothering me at all, lovely. dont worry about it. i think i am the queen of self indulgent fics so there’s nothing to stress abt and i enjoy explaining how my stupid brain works.

description ;

a wide range of vocabulary isn’t necessary. it helps to know some special words and you’re welcome to incorporate them, but some of the best poetry ive read comes from its simplicity. a lot of people dont really want to read constant droning description; as much as i enjoy writing it myself, i hate authors like charles dickens with a passion. you can tell when a writer was being paid per word rather than how many times the book sells. and fuck his stupid ass christmas book.

a tip i can give you is to do what i do, which is to hand pick words depending on the scene.

i’ll use an example because i know that made zero sense: picture a very basic fairycore forest with pink plants and fireflies. this setting, from the description alone, should explain that this forest is a nice and small tucked away and pretty place. we add a stream that runs along the treeline. let’s describe the stream specifically. which sentence sounds better to you?

The white waters that part the soil flow down the centre of the earth, and divide the trees in two.

The clear waters that part the dirt splash down the middle of the path, and section the forest in two.

now, im hoping to the gods that you think the first one is better. the sentences are exactly the same in terms of definition, and the description depicts the same thing, but its the words used that make the first sentence softer, and therefore the setting seems a lot more peaceful by default.

if you use words with harder and rougher consonants throughout—i’m not telling you to avoid them—will make the sentence sound rougher, at least to me. harder sounds like ‘t’ and ‘k,’ as an example. words like ‘white’ i think, despite the hard ending, are still particularly softer, because the ‘wh’ sound at the beginning serves almost as a counterbalance. it’s why the word ‘clear’ sounds rougher; because it starts with a harder sound despite its softer ending.

it has nothing to do with magical sixteen letter words that nobody understands. learning new big words is cool and you’re welcome to use them, but if i see you writing: And the river is so beautiful, so stupendous, so marvelous, so loquacious… i will kill you with my bare hands.

something i also avoid is repeating the same words over and over again. using the stream as an example still, if you’re going to refer to it again and again, dont just use the word ‘stream.’ you sound like a parrot. change it up. look up synonyms if you’re not sure, or simply describe it also as ‘the water.’ the thesaurus is your best friend.

sometimes you can repeat words to emphasise them, or the passing of times. you can do this, but make sure it appears deliberate.

example:

even in confiteor when i was forced to write the word ‘cock’ 5600 times, i broke it up. frankly because i dont really know what other word to use that doesn’t sound awkward or cringe, so in between verses, i tossed in exposition, internal musings, thoughts and feelings, etc, to change up the repeated use of the word.

i Hope… that made sense . .

dropping cliches ;

cliches are inherently bad things, but there’s a lot of things you can do to differentiate stereotypical phrases and such from the norm.

for example: a confession “i love you.”

BORINGGGGG. put it in the bin (im kidding but you can make it more interesting or heartfelt).

observe the typical: “im in love with you.”

now, in my opinion, it’s better than the former. it sounds more sincere. ‘i love you’ on its own could refer to many different types of love, but “im in love with you” is romance.

scrap the obvious and toss out the word ‘love:’ “i’ll never grow tired of your voice.”

now obviously poetic prose wont always work depending on the character doing the confessing. i could imagine someone like argenti prattling and waxing poetry for nine hours.

someone like boothill, however, in all of his inelegance, you can have more fun with.

observe again: “i trust you.”

“but wait nvuy that’s not a love confession.” it’s called subtly. and, if you’ve written it correctly, i shouldnt have to hear a ‘i love you’ to understand that the two people you’re writing about are in love. i should be able to understand that through interactions and exchanges beyond that. i based old habits around that; you didnt have to see the mc and scaramouche smooch to know that they were in love.

there’s so many ways to explain the feelings of romance without saying “[X] was in love with [Y].” UNLESS you use it for a comedic and abrupt effect that the character themselves is feeling, and not so much you as the narrator telling your audience that the character is in love.

the romance you write can be slow and gentle or quick or hostile or muddied or confusing. make it so through words and actions. it’s all in the ‘show don’t tell.’

so if you want to combine my tips you can write your own gooey gross romantic self indulgent fics just like me and then force feed them to your friends YIPPEEEEEE

[1mlostnow]

A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 27th of July, is this young man's birthday. Though it was years ago he was given life, it is only today that he will be given a name.

What will the name of this young man be?

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🐸 The Basics :

Name : Evan

Pronouns : He/Him

Age : A minor!!

Gender : Male

Sexuality : Gay

Nationality : American

Star Sign : Leo

MBTI : INTJ-T

I love nicknames, call me whatever.

I’m usually around from 8AM to 1AM CDT.

Music sideblog : @evan-radio

🐛 My Resume :

Loser CEO, the ‘weird kid’ since birth, Professional Ghostbuster, Supervillian, and Midwestern Cowboy (the fun way, not the cop way), Lab Experiment #0727

🪲 My Music :

AJJ, boygenius, Bug Hunter, Cage The Elephant, Car Seat Headrest, Crywank, Lemon Demon, Lord Huron, Los Campesinos!, MCR, Noah Kahan, ODO, Pat The Bunny, Radiohead, Rex Orange County, Seb Lowe, Sleep Token, Tally Hall, Tame Impala, Teen Suicide, TFB, The Smiths, Vundabar, Weezer :/, Will Wood/WWATT, Wingnut Dishwashers Union, and more.

🐢 Tags :

# evan speaks -> I talk. A lot. // # evan rants -> I tend to be very emotional // # evan’s memories -> nostalgia mode // # evan can’t vote -> US politics // # evan draws -> my art // # EvanRadio -> my sideblog for music // # i love my mutuals -> typically multiple mutual appreciation posts per day

🐍 Rules & Boundaries :

I’m a minor!! Don’t be weird!!

Obviously, any form of discrimination is off limits.

Cringe culture is dead, all are welcome, and I’m always open to learning.

Asks and anons are open, notifs are off so feel free to spam, but I can’t promise I’ll see it right away. Absolutely feel free to interact and ask, I will have full convos w/ you through reblogs. I answer DMs on a case-by-case basis. If you are over 18, please do not DM me.

🦎 Fandoms and characters ->

★ Dead Poets Society

★ House MD

★ Supernatural

★ Sherlock

★ Ghostbusters

★ Homestuck

🦖 Incoming fandoms ->

★ Hannibal, Good Omens, Saw

🐊 Backseat Fandoms ->

★ IT, Stranger Things, Over The Garden Wall, Scooby-Doo

🦚 Fandom Graveyard ->

★ Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Creepypasta

🦜 Kinnies ->

★ Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)

★ Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

★ Castiel (Supernatural)

★ Steven Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

★ Richie Tozier (IT 2017)

★ Rory Keaner (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

🪛 Other Movies :

The Truman Show, Stand By Me, Velvet Goldmine, Jaws, The Goonies, Breakfast Club

🐉 Other Interests :

Reading, writing, art (drawing, painting, digital and traditional), etymology, science, history, math, forensics, biology, marching band (alto sax), sharks

🔋 Other Facts :

- I love my car like it’s my child #TOMATER SUPREMACY 🦚

- Richard Cameron Defender for life (see here)🐊

- Blog theme changes frequently 🦖

- i LOVE doing little doodles and drawings of my friends 🐢

- I love my mutuals and you guys are my best friends btw 🐍

- More mouse bites!! This vexes me! Medicine drug!! 🦎

- ADHD 🪲

- I’ve got a bad habit of viewing notifications but never responding to them, if this happens please just tag me again 📗

🦠 A Note :

I am very indecisive and this post will be edited very often (see counter below)

🧪 Dead Poets Society :

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @meekspeaks @poetsinnyc @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @midwest-quill @apparitiongnostic @de4d-poet-kisser @yourfavvgal @asclexe @lv3buzzz

If I forgot someone/if you want to be added just lmk :)) if I forgot you I’m so so sorry

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[cupidjyu]

kiss me, sweetheart

hyunjae x reader (request, anon you are so sexy for requesting this i love you)

genre: JEALOUS HYUNJAE. best friends to lovers, college au but barely mentioned, kissing, feelings realization, pining, like minimal angst, i think u guys makeout tbh, getting together, flirting, he calls you "sweetheart” notes: welcome to the new era of yumi finally using caps on tumblr! let me know how you like it :) i'm sorry to the people who prefer the lowercase, but this is my blog hehe word count: 3.9k (i definitely went overboard with this fic oops)

“If you don’t hurry up, I will die of starvation,” You heard a voice call out from behind. 

You turned around and your first thought was to smack Hyunjae straight in the chest with the bag that you were currently shopping at the bookstore with. And so, you did. Unfortunately, though, you forgot that it was made of an incredibly hard, plastic-y material so it made a loud “bong” against his body.

“That’s going to leave a bruise.”

“Oops,” You winced. But after, you simply shrugged. “That’s what you get for rushing me though.”

“It’s been like thirty minutes,” He whined. “You promised that we would try the waffle place on the next block. And you know how huge this campus is.”

You pouted as you stared at the many unexplored aisles of the store before groaning, “Fine. You’re lucky that we’re best friends or else I would be punching you so hard right now.”

“You can definitely try, sweetheart,” He smirked. You scowled, knowing just how much he loved to call you by that name. In a platonic way, of course. 

Everything about the two of you was platonic. You two were like peas in a pod who met way back in middle school and have done everything together all the way up until university. You’ve watched each other’s achievements and been through hardships together. Going through breakups, getting rejected, failing driver tests, throwing up from being drunk, you’ve done it all… together.

Now, you were walking with Hyunjae down the sidewalk when suddenly you heard a yelp from him. You turned and you were met with the sight of someone tackling your best friend from the back. 

“Are you just going to ignore me or what?” The other man hollered in his ear. “Don’t tell me you’re too embarrassed to see your dear football teammate in public. You’re the captain of the team too!”

Hyunjae pried him off, completely out of breath. “Sunwoo.”

“Yes, cap’n?”

“Don’t bother me again, especially when I’m with someone right now,” He gestured to you. 

Sunwoo turned to you with realization, “Oh. So you’re Y/n? Captain’s best friend?”

You nodded, smiling politely. “I think I’ve heard much about you, Sunwoo.”

“Good things, I hope?”

You cringed, “No, not really.” Sunwoo shot a glare at Hyunjae at that. After, he bluntly pushed himself into the space between you and your best friend. He swung an arm around Hyunjae’s waist and the other arm around your shoulders, suddenly bringing you all closer to the center.

He let out a sigh. “Nothing better than spending time with loved ones, am I right?” He joked with a glint in his eye.

Hyunjae sighed, his eye twitching with annoyance, “You weren’t even invited.”

Sunwoo scowled, “Shush. Y/n won’t mind, right?”

Hyunjae knew that you were too nice to say no so he practically gave up. You offer a simple, “Mhm!” as you gave him an awkward smile. You made eye contact with Hyunjae, who had rolled his eyes at Sunwoo with an obvious pout. You giggled.

Sunwoo shifted closer, “Did you buy anything? Or, better question, did Hyunjae pay?”

“No, since someone wanted to rush me,” You huffed. “And do you really think he’s the type to pay? He loves saving his money for himself.” You laughed to yourself, knowing this would definitely get him worked up.

As expected, Hyunjae gasped in betrayal. He was about to protest but that was when his eyes zeroed in on how Sunwoo’s arm was wound tightly around your body, his hand resting warmly on your shoulder. He paused, a tight feeling growing in a deep pit of his stomach. 

He was unsure of what it is.

For some reason, he didn’t have the urge to talk anymore. He just quietly watched as Sunwoo leaned closer and closer, smiling his very charming smile. He even let go of Hyunjae, instead only turning his attention to you, making you laugh and smile.

Hyunjae felt his eyebrows furrow when Sunwoo approached even closer to your face, just mere inches from your lips. He knew that Sunwoo loved to flirt. It was part of his personality. But something about when he does it with you… is different. At that moment, something just took over him, as he used all of his football-playing strength to suddenly grab Sunwoo by the back of his collar and drag him back to his side, slightly choking him in the process.

“Ow– what was that for?” Sunwoo pouted, rubbing his neck.

“You’re being obnoxious.”

“How so?” 

Now, Hyunjae was at a loss for words. Why was he so annoyed? Why did he feel like he could just punch something at that moment?

“I– I don’t know. But just lay off…”

Sunwoo stared at him funnily before shrugging. The tension was interrupted when they heard your gasp from far away.

“This is so cute!” You excitedly pointed at a plushie displayed in a nearby store. You quickly abandoned the two men and went to find it. 

The two of them were now left together, just standing there awkwardly with no idea what to do. It was incredibly quiet, not a word spoken. Usually, they talk a lot, since they’re on the same team and have mutual friends. But now, Hyunjae feels sour, a grudge forming against his fellow teammate. Finally, Sunwoo broke the ice.

“Hey, cap.” He nudged his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Y/n’s cute,” Sunwoo smiled. “Are they dating anyone right now?”

Hyunjae froze. “No, I don’t think so, or else they would have told me.”

“Hm,” Sunwoo seemed deep in thought. “Okay! I’ll see you guys later then. Or preferably, I’ll see Y/n later.” He had the audacity to wink after.

Hyunjae stared after him, unsure of what to feel. But, he quickly shook off the burning feeling. It’s probably a stomachache. 

-

That night, Hyunjae went to sleep fairly early since he had a morning class the next day. He did his usual routine of scrolling through social media and setting up his bed. From the long hours of walking with you by his side, he already began to feel drowsy. And so, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

Hyunjae isn’t the type of person to dream a lot. Or, at least, he doesn’t remember them. But on that particular night, he dreamed.

He dreamed of you.

His brain was quite accurate when it came to creating an image of you. Your eyes, your hair, it got it all down perfectly. He was sure it was you. He could recognize the slope of your nose, your cheeks, and your pretty lips. Wait– pretty? Since when did he think that?

Though what really bothered him, was that the dream with you wasn’t a typical best friend dream. It wasn’t a day at the amusement park or the movie nights that he usually had with you. His dream was more of a love story.

And it wasn’t a love story with you and him as the main characters. It was you and Sunwoo.

He seemed to play no part in this love story, just completely invisible as if he was the reader of a book. He also was conveniently placed outside the balcony of your apartment. He winced, kind of creepy, he knows. But besides the point, he’s invisible! He was frozen on the spot as he watched you sit down with Sunwoo on the couch. His fellow teammate was smiling at you, and again, he wound his arm around you. But this time, he started cuddling you. You nuzzled your cheek into his chest as he leaned his chin on the top of your head with a satisfied smile. 

“I missed you,” He heard you say to him, making him want to revolt for some odd reason.

“Missed you too, baby.”

Hyunjae wanted to cover his eyes and fall to the floor at that moment.

But what really shocked Hyunjae, was that he later leaned in and kissed you. Not on the cheek, but right on the lips. Hyunjae couldn’t move, since he had no control over his body. He could just watch, as your lips moved in unison, deepening it until it turned into a bit of a makeout, Sunwoo’s hands all over your body. 

Hyunjae woke up moments later, in a sweat. He looked down at his shaky hands. 

He had just dreamed of you kissing his friend and he hated it.

He loathed it so much and he has no idea why.

-

“Are you okay?” Juyeon, his other dear teammate, appeared by his side the next morning handing him a bottle of water. Hyunjae took it without a smile.

“I’m great, why?”

“You seem out of it,” The younger shrugged.

Hyunjae sighed, looking down at the ground. He just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head. The way you kissed Sunwoo with so much passion in his dream, the way your hands roamed over his chest, and the way your eyes were dazed. He hated how it made him feel. He couldn’t even figure out what he was feeling.

Juyeon was about to walk away when Hyunjae decided to ask for advice.

“Wait, Juyeon,” He called out.

“Hm?”

“I need to ask you something… for a friend,” He looked away sheepishly.

“What is it?”

“I’ll give you a scenario,” He started. “If a person dreams of his best friend kissing someone else and it makes him feel horrible inside, what does it mean?”

Juyeon shrugged, “Depends. Maybe you don’t like the person that they’re kissing?”

“No, no, Sunwoo is a perfectly decent person,” Hyunjae shook his head. Then he froze, his eyes widening. “I– I shouldn’t have said his name. And how did you know I was talking about myself?”

Juyeon smirked, “I know you well enough. Then, it must mean that you don’t approve of your best friend kissing him because they should be kissing someone else.”

Hyunjae furrowed his eyebrows, completely lost, “What, so you’re saying that I think that my best friend can’t kiss anyone at all?”

“No?” Juyeon shook his head. “I mean that you’d much rather your best friend kiss someone that you want them to.” Juyeon looked at him with a mischievous smile, as if trying to get a certain point across, but Hyunjae doesn’t quite get it yet.

“Who–” He was deep in thought. “Who would I want them to kiss? My teammates? My other friends?”

“None of those.”

Hyunjae groaned in frustration, “Then who else? It’s not like I, myself would want t–” He froze, his body going rigid. Suddenly, his mind rushed back to the dream. He thought of your lips moving against Sunwoo’s and he wondered how they would feel against his own. He wondered if he could hold your waist like Sunwoo had and cup your face, making you blush. He wondered if he could–

“Oh.”

Juyeon was staring at him with amusement, “Got it?”

“I want to kiss my best friend,” He breathed out, in utter disbelief. “I– I have feelings for my best friend? And that time– with Sunwoo. That feeling was jealousy?”

“So you come to your senses,” The younger laughed.

“Juyeon, I’m doomed.”

“You’ll be fine.”

-

Hyunjae later learned just how hard it is to be in love with his best friend. The two of you always spend time together, but lately, it’s been hard to be around you. Every time you would smile, he couldn’t help but admire the way your eyes would close along with it. When you would pout, he would think of kissing you again. When you would laugh, his heart would beat faster. Or, when you would initiate skinship with him, he would feel like he might explode.

“Hey,” You waved in front of his face, startling him out of his thoughts. “Are you there?”

“Hm?” He faked a smile. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Okay…” You eyed him suspiciously. “Anyways, as I was saying, what do you think if I got a boyfriend?”

He blinked, “What?”

You shrugged, smiling shyly to yourself, “Some guy gave me his number the other day, and I–”

“No.”

You frowned, “Why not?”

And Hyunjae so badly just wanted to come clean. He wanted to tell you that he’s in love with you and wants you only to himself. But he couldn’t work up the courage to do so.

“I just think…” He laughed awkwardly. “He isn’t your type.”

You looked at him with curiosity, “You saw him?”

“Yeah,” He lied through his teeth.

“Oh…” You mumbled. “Okay, I guess. Oh, and Hyunjae?”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You look handsome today,” You complimented. It was true, he had finally ditched the hoodies he usually wore because of the warmer weather, instead wearing a shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders.

“D-don’t joke around…” He gently shoved you, feeling his ears burn and his heart race. Compliments from you aren’t supposed to affect him so much, but after his revelation… everything’s different with you.

“I’m not!” You giggled. “And did you just stutter?”

“No,” He stubbornly avoided eye contact, in hopes that you wouldn’t see that he was also blushing.

“You did,” You watched in awe. “Who knew that the Hyunjae would be so shy? I like this side of you.”

“I’m not shy,” He mumbled, his cheeks turning redder by the minute.

“Sure,” You rolled your eyes. You leaned closer, batting your eyelashes. “And if I said that you’re cute?”

“I’m not cute!” He whined.

“What about tall?”

“That’s just the truth.”

“Kind?”

“Of course, I would be kind, who do you take me for?” He glared.

You thought for a moment before smiling mischievously. “What about… if I said that you’re pretty?”

He froze, suddenly going quiet. You could see that he was blushing again. 

“Ah,” You smiled. “So you like being called pretty? Pretty, pretty, Hyunjae.”

And suddenly, he reached an arm out and pulled you in by the waist. You yelped, your face almost buried in his chest. You put your hand against it, but you gulped when you realized just how fast his heart was beating and also… how muscular he is.

“H-Hyunjae? What are you doing?” You looked up at him.

And oh, how he hated the way you looked up at him like a puppy. He so badly wanted to kiss the living daylight out of you, but he resisted.

“You can’t keep teasing me, sweetheart,” He tilted his head, his expression serious. “I might just do something stupid.”

You gulped, “...like what?”

He looked at your lips and licked his own. He was about to lean in but that was when he remembered that you might reject him. You were merely his best friend, nothing more. He sighed and pulled away.

“Nothing.”

-

What’s even worse, is avoiding his best friend. He had realized that the more time he spent with you, the more painful it was for him to pretend to just be friends with you. He longed to do more with you. He wanted to hug you, cuddle you, and most importantly, call you his.

“Want to study together?” You would ask.

“Sorry, I have an exam due.”

“Why are we walking so far apart? Get closer!”

“I’m fine like this.”

“Want to go to that concert?”

“I have football practice.”

At first, you simply played it off as one of his pranks. But soon enough, you realized that he was serious. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and his responses to your jokes and stories were dry. Every time you would try to make plans he would reject them, coming up with an excuse.

You were confused, having no idea what to do. You wondered if you did anything wrong. Nonetheless, you felt like there was a hole burned in your heart, knowing that your best friend was avoiding you.

-

Hyunjae sighed as he walked through the park. He often loved walking the trail with you. He liked to listen to your stories and little rants. And yes, he did miss you. It was hard to just reject your offers and it was especially hard not to see your face every day like he used to. He thought that you were beautiful, and not being able to see you all the time made him want to cry.

As he turned the corner, he paused when he heard your voice from a distance. He looked and saw that you were sitting on a bench, your phone against your ear as you talked to someone.

“I just don’t understand what I did wrong,” You spoke, your voice quiet and sad. “I miss being with him.”

He felt his heart sink as he watched you look down at your feet, sniffling.

“Should I talk to him?”

His breath hitched.

-

The day he dreaded came quicker than he had expected. You had texted him, inviting him to your apartment. 

Let’s talk.

Hyunjae took a deep breath and knocked on your door. Almost immediately, it opened to reveal you, a pitiful frown on your face and your eyes dull. You led him to sit on the couch as you faced him, trying to gather your thoughts first. Finally, you spoke.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” His voice shook.

“You are, don’t lie,” You furrowed your eyebrows. He was quiet for a second, but with the way you were glaring at him, he couldn’t help but give in.

“Fine, maybe I am,” He looked at you with guilt. “But please, you have to understand that I can’t spend time with you anymore.”

“Why?” You cried. “What did I do wrong? Is it me? You can tell me if I did something to upset you, please, I promise that I will make it right.”

“It’s not you, please don’t blame yourself,” He clenched his jaw, his feelings threatening to pour out. He hated seeing you hurt.

“Then tell me what happened.” 

You spoke with so much kindness and care, making him feel even more regretful. You should be mad at him, but instead, you were taking care of him. Then, you took his hand in yours. His eyes widened as he looked at you with bewilderment.

“What are you–”

And then you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Hyunjae felt his heart stutter as you looked up at him. You intertwined your fingers together as your other hand came up to cup his jaw to make him face you and look you in the eye. He gulped, his eyes going soft.

“Hyunjae… I know there’s something wrong. Please, let me help,” You whispered, caressing his cheek with your thumb, watching as his skin started to tinge with red. He stared at you, feeling like he might choke on his words. You just smiled, softly, trying to convey to him that it was okay. It’s okay now that you’re here. 

His heart felt like it was pouring with emotions. 

“Please, stop this, sweetheart,” He pleaded, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were clenched in fists at his side, his heart beating way too fast. He couldn’t handle how you were touching him and treating him with so much love.

“Why should I?” You dared to look him in the eye. 

His vision kept on wandering to your lips.

“Because I might do something stupid.” He whispered, his voice wavering.

You stared at him, tightening your hold on his hand. You took a deep breath, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He wouldn’t stop looking at you with an unreadable expression, something completely different than before.

And almost like you were out of breath, you spoke again, your voice barely able to be heard.

“Like what?”

You gasped when you suddenly felt a pair of lips on yours. You were frozen, trying to process the situation. Hyunjae quickly noticed and he pulled away, his eyes immediately filling with regret.

“I– I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

“No.”

You took his arm and pulled him back against you. He stared at you, his eyes wide.

“Oh, this is…” He whispered in utter shock.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes immediately closed when you pressed your lips against his. And soon, the two of you began to relax in each other’s hold, your arms going around his neck as his hands came to hold your waist gently. He pulled you even closer, making you gasp. His tongue swiped against your lip as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head for a better angle. You felt dizzy as you tried to keep up with him. His hands roamed all over your sides, making you shiver as your hands rested against his chest.

At some point, you began to run out of air with how aggressively he was kissing. You tapped his arm, causing him to pull away, his lips swollen and red as he gasped for breath. 

He searched your eyes to make sure you were okay before he smiled.

“So, sweetheart…” He started, smirking with affection in his eyes.

“Please, don’t,” You covered your face with your hands, slowly turning red.

“Tell me what that was about?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” You whined. “You’re the one who kissed first!”

“You’re right about that,” He admitted. And then he looked at you with sincerity. “I’m sorry for avoiding you. I just… I think that I’m in love with you.”

Your breath hitched.

“That is quite the switch-up,” You giggled. “Last week you were insulting me.”

He looked away, blushing furiously.

“I’m still sorry.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. I may be in love with you too…” You trailed off.

He looked up and his lips curled up happily, “Really?”

You nodded, “I never realized, but now I know. You’re a– a great kisser.” You suddenly felt embarrassed so you stood up and turned away from him to hide your face.

“Don’t be like that now, sweetheart,” He got up and wound his arms around your waist from behind. His nose met with your neck, making you shiver. “Let me see you.”

Hesitantly, you turned to face him. But, he was looking at you so, so fondly that you couldn’t help but shy away again, looking off to the side.

“Sweetheart,” He cupped your cheek with one hand, the other hand still resting on your waist. “I said look at me.”

This time, when you did, he leaned in, kissing you again. He pressed peck after peck, all over your face, making you whine. And then he went back to your lips, kissing more passionately as if he was addicted to you. Which, he is.

“Only kiss me from now on,” He whispered in between kisses. His mind flashed back to his dream from way earlier. He furrowed his eyebrows, groaning as he hated that dream so much. “Noone else. You can only kiss me, okay? Especially not Sunwoo.”

You stared at him wordlessly with amusement.

He looked at you with confusion, “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re jealous.”

He huffed, “Because I like–no, I love you sweetheart.”

You grinned, your cheeks flushing, “I love that name so much.”

“Sweetheart,” He sang in your ear, making you laugh loudly. “Now please,” He looked at you pleadingly, as he led you to the couch and pinned you against it. His hair fell over his face and his eyes darkened. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Needy.”

[bignostalgias]

I recently fell into this hijack ship and I am scrambling to find fic when I landed on your tumblr - YOU HAVE SO MUCH STUFF HOW DO I GO THROUGH THEM ALL?!? also please help, I cant figure out which art has fic and which doesnt

Haha welcome!! ❄️

My only ongoing fic is Translations! I keep related writing/art/asks under the tag translations au.

I’ve posted fanart for a bunch of great fics, which I’m assuming is what you’re asking about?? Usually if a piece references a fic, the link to it will be in the caption. I’ll list the fics I’ve done art for here, as well as how I tag them on my blog:

Snow Crested Shrines by tukeyvultureinavest (fic: scs)

The Ripple of a Snowflake by @emerialyncodevenice (fic: troas)

The Lights of Avalon by @alkalinefrog (fic: tloa)

Of the Northernmost Winds and Skies by @jjackfrost (fic: otnwas)

((Both TLOA and OTNWAS are available as podfics, narrated by the incredible @santathegrey! Links are pinned to the top of his blog))

If you’re looking for more fic, I also highly recommend @twiafom’s If You Ever Find Me and There is Nothing About You (That I Don’t Adore) - their whole catalog is wonderful.

I hope this is helpful!! There are sooooo many fics on my to-read list, I am amazed daily by the sheer talent and creativity in this fandom. It may be cringe crack-ship purgatory but it’s our cringe crack-ship purgatory 🥹 hope you enjoy your stay!!

[askwillhenry]

Hi i know this account is probably not even manned anymore but if it is. I just reread the monstrumologust after reading it in freshman year of high school and in searching for more content i found this blog that i remeber loving from back then and it was a rush of nostalgia i wasn’t expecting i’m going to reminisce here for a while thank you for making this content, Will Henry.

Make yourself at home. You are always welcomed here. If we don't meet again. I wish you safe travels, friend. ~

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[From the moderator:

To whomever sees this,

I'm always amazed how many people still view this ask blog. Its rare but sometimes I get random likes and follows. No messages though. So when I saw this in my inbox I was surprised.

I hope you get to see this, Anon. I'm a bit late to respond but that was always my m.o. lol. Your message means the world to me.

I've posted about this before. I cringe looking at my old art and laugh at my odd humor. It's been 8 years since I posted here. Now when I look back, its bittersweet. Everyone was so kind in this fandom. I feel like I could have done a better job. I still have 108 ask in my inbox lol. There are a few I keep selfishly. This message though, I felt bad keeping. So here is probably going to be my last post.

To anyone who has laughed with me about this book series. To anyone who sent in an ask or helped me out with this blog. Thank you. It meant a lot to me. I'm glad I was part of this group. The fandom was small but always kind.

Thank you everyone.

May you all live happy and wonderful lives.

Sincerely Yours ]

[yourmisogynistfriend]

✨The story behind my blog name✨

Come sit on my lap, sweetie, and let me tell you why I decided to call myself yourmisogynistfriend

Well first it’s because the old name was due to be changed. My previous name was truegirlssftagain. This name originated of my first blog I created at 17, which was named onlytruegirls (yes, I know I was underage when I created this blog, thanks for noticing). I only reblogged pics of hot girls in bikinis or naked. The name was because I wanted to show what true girls were supposed to look like. This was obviously a very restricted point of view, but I was young. Anyway, this concept of « true girl » sticked with me over the years. But at one point I realized it was a little bit cringe and dumb for a blog name. I always tried to not appear as a tumblr dom and this blog name clearly didn’t helped.

So I have been thinking about what my new name could be. I always thought the fact I post very misogynist stuff while being a huge feminist was pretty ironic. Yes, I am feminist. I believe in gender equality, I believe women are equal to men, I get mad every time something happens in the world against women. Anyway, I’m not here to convince you about how feminist I am. But I once remembered an event that happened to me and I thought it was pretty funny.

During a class in uni, we had an activity about history of feminism, the group was split in two based on our last names and my part of the group was made of four women out of 20 people. To talk about feminism… See how ironic this is? Let me tell you that the women of my group, who are personal friends, were not feeling very comfortable to talk among a group of men. Well after the activity, my girl friends told me I was the only man in the group they trusted to not make misogynist comments (and some others really said some borderline stuff). I was the only man they wanted to hear give his opinion on the subject. What came to my mind at this moment is « good thing they don’t know about my tumblr blog! ».

So, let’s get back to when I decided to choose a new blog name. I remembered that moment and was thinking: « I’m actually a real feminist, a man whose presence makes women feel safe, whose opinions about feminism are welcome by women, and yet my blog is about objectifying women ». It’s hell of a duality! I thought it was a good idea to exploit this experience I lived. So I decided the new name will be about the fact that even your feminist friends may be fantasizing about molesting you. Even the most feminist person you know may be daydreaming of legalized rape and free use in public.

I thought about calling my blog yourfeministfriend, because that’s what I am. I am a feminist friend and yet I fantasize about misogyny. But the name was already taken. I decided to call myself yourfeministbuddy, and it worked… for a week. My blog got deleted. I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or if feminists found and mass reported me. Just in case, I didn’t take any chance and decided my new blog would be yourmisogynistfriend. This way, nobody can report me saying my blog name is a lie, even if the dual effect of my blog name and my blog content is gone.

And yes, one of my girl friends who made that comment about me, who feels safe with me, she’s hot and I’d love to make her choke on my cock and make her my little toy like she’s truly meant to be. But she’ll never know.

Sorry if it’s a long story for your silly little brain, but I think it’s worth the effort of reading it all.

[midnightraine131]

Hello Raine! 💙

How have you been? I hope everything is going well for you!

For the fandom ask:

2, 5, 9, 16, 22, 24

Have a wonderful *timezone*, and wish you all the best(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Hey Anna, thank you for your ask.

It's been so long, well, uhm, I guess I'm doing just fine aside from losing a tremendous amount of weight for the past couple of months.... I can say it in a good way since all my medical results came out real good. I hope to have fewer medications after I see my doctor this week. *Cross fingers*

How about you? I hope you're having a good time (Googles your timezone) Oh, it's very early in the morning over there. Please take some rest.

Anyway, without further ado, here's all my answers.

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

I came across a headcanon about Armin being the perfect husband material like he cooks, takes care of the house chores all by himself, and so on. In most of the fics I’ve read, especially post-canon or modern AU, he’s incredibly skilled at it.

But let’s be honest—during his time as a cadet and in the elite squad, Armin practically disappears when it comes to cleaning or cooking. Refute me if you want, but we never see him holding a spatula or a broom. He probably avoided Levi’s attention altogether when it came time to clean the headquarters.

Still, I like to imagine he becomes more responsible at home as he grows older. I mean, come on—when Annie gets pregnant (assuming that happens), there’s no way he’d leave Jean, Connie, or maybe Reiner to take care of her. Especially since we know she’s pretty unorganized in their shared space. So yes, post-canon husband material Armin it is!

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

Always the shy yet vocally bold Armin, and Annie, the emotionally constipated one LOL. This dynamic has always been my cup of tea in fics.

9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

Oh, this is tricky. I can say AruHitch (?) *blinks rapidly*

I like to think they could be besties when it comes to giving love advice—advice neither of them would actually follow by the end of the day. I imagine them staying up late at night by a bonfire, beers in hand, talking religiously about their crushes and how they have no chance with them in any scenario. They’d probably call each other dummies.

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

This one’s about Connie. I’ve noticed that most people in the fandom regard him as a dummy because of how the story portrays him in canon—or even how he views himself. But if you take a closer look at his character, he’s so much more than just a slapstick comic relief. Sure, he underestimates his own intelligence, but he often makes a lot of sense and has talents in his own right. I’ll fight anyone who calls him cringe. Try me.

22. the fandom friend you've known the longest

I guess I won’t count the mutuals I had back in 2013, since I don’t see their accounts anymore, and I wasn’t really trying to get involved back then. When I returned in 2022/23, I decided to start writing fics again and kept this blog active. The first people I talked to were @moonspirit and @annawayne, and they made me feel so welcome in the AOT fandom. I’m incredibly grateful for that.

They inspired me to write more, and knowing we had this little community tucked into a small corner of such an enormous fandom—it truly felt like a haven. It makes me so happy to see new people joining and contributing, whether through art, fanfics, or even as readers supporting everything we do. They welcomed them just as warmly as I was when I returned as a new writer last year, and that sense of belonging is something truly special.

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life

God, I can’t stop rambling about how much this fandom has positively impacted me in every aspect of my life. It might sound like I’m overreacting, but after I started writing Aruani fics, I realized something profound: first loves truly linger, even when you’re over 30. For me, that “first love” is twofold—my love for writing and the love I felt when I first shipped Aruani ten years ago.

Sharing that love has brought me happiness beyond words, especially when people read my fics, leave comments, or even reach out on my socials just to tell me how much they enjoy my work. It means so, so much to me. All the time, effort, and tears poured into writing every chapter feel completely worth it because of the love and appreciation from all of you.

Coming back to this fandom has been the best decision I’ve made in the past couple of years, and I truly hope it continues for many more. I’m definitely not ready to move on to another fandom, even though AOT has long since ended. I’m still holding out hope for High School Caste!

[cinnamontoastpretzel]

✨🥨HI, HEY, HELLO!!🥨✨

Hi everyone, welcome to my blog!! My names Pretzel, but I also go by Prossy and Pastry 🥨💕!

I’m a Hispanic self taught artist who just loves to comfort herself! Unfortunately I’m unable to list all my F/O at the moment, but I hope you have fun with my blog none the less! I’ll post selfshiping stuff and fandom stuff I’m currently enjoying.

‼️I do not want TRUMPIES, Proship, transphobes, homophobes, racists and any kind of hatred filled people to interact with me‼️ I do not condemn any of you and I want you out and away.‼️

My dms are open to mutuals only

Yes you can draw fanart of my self inserts (please they make me so happy)

Ask box is open, so please ask anything :) (that’s appropriate)

Commissions/requests are closed

Art trades are open BUT only to mutuals who I agree to do with.

With all that said and done, thank you for taking the time to look at my blog! Let’s be cringe together 🥨.

[kwawiichan]

Welcome sillies‼️

I’m Kwawii_Chan, I’m one of those autistic kids with a one talent: drawing good art‼️

I might be CRINGE, but I am for FREE

Meet my OC & persona!!

-Name: Kwawii_Chan

-Gender: Female (she/they)

-Age: 19-20s (young adult)

-Height: 6’9” (very tall)

-Extrovert

-Very cool person & is autistic

-Likes sillies (even when they murder)

-Name: Autumn (irl me)

-Gender: Female (she/they)

-Age: 14

-Height: 5’3” (short)

-introvert (sometimes extrovert)

-Depressed & tired af & is autistic

-Likes men (also women)

DNI: Pr0ship/C0mmship, Z00philia

This blog is 13-19+ so minors are allowed‼️

Edit: I added two important aus

Enchanted World AU

Monster!Vigiante AU

@monstervigilanteau

@enchantedworldau

The Kwawii_Chan discord server is here & also I’m on Bluesky‼️

Link for infection AU blog: https://www.tumblr.com/blackwidowsyndromeau/757940708594384896/hi-this-is-my-new-infection-au-blog-the-blog-is

Have a good day mates!

[ivansbadart]

Welcome 🕊️

Hi I’m Ivan, in my spare time I like making cringe fics and drawing here and there. Located in Germany/Switzerland.

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My blog:

My tumblr is the main source for my art. This is where I upload all of it. (Way too long captions and tags included!)

I mostly draw fanworks, but you might find the occasional original too. My main fandom is all things asoiaf.

My ask box is open 💌

(This is a sideblog, my main is itsivan!)

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My writing:

ao3 › itsivan

Be warned that I mostly write darker themes, and it does contrast my bright pastel drawings! Be sure to read tags, warnings and AN for specifics. (Some highlights beneath the cut!)

Originals › Soon, soon, just be patient with me.

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For yapping, updates, snippets, and short form posts:

bluesky › itsivank

Quite new on there, but really enjoying it so far! Will definitely do the bulk of that over there.

twitter › IvansBadArt

While I do check my twitter, I’m really trying to spend less time on there, considering how it’s been in recent years.

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› Some of my fics I’d like to highlight beneath the cut:

Our Blue Hours – Ghost/König, codmwii. Seems like a crackpairing but I promise it’s my favourite thing I’ve written so far. The story is deeply personal to me and deals with topics of identity, shame, and moving on. Can be read without prior knowledge of lore and characters.

We Both Know The String Is Always Ready – Daemond, hotd. Considering I usually dislike modern au it’s a surprise I ever wrote this and it became a favourite. Explores themes of dysfunctional family dynamics, hopelessness. I’d say it’s a short tragedy. Reads almost like an original work and doesn’t require prior knowledge of lore or characters.

The Ruins Of The Day, Painted With A Scar – Daemond, hotd. My most popular fic, not my favourite though, far from it actually. I do plan on overhauling this. I don’t recommend reading this without having seen season 1 at least.

[sprinkleonthatcriticism]

Welcome to my criticism and drama blog!

Here is where I'll most criticize shows, films, other artist/content creators and such as well as talking about drama.. Originally, I use to do this on my main blog but after recent events I decided to separate it since I know that some of my followers may be sick and tired of me getting into fights with weirdos or helluva/hazbin stans for just wanting to express my opinions. Please note that I may do a lot of ranting on this blog as well as critiquing some series that you may like, if you are a huge fan of said series or a stan.. for your own mental health (I can't stress this enough) PLEASE do not follow me or interact with me, PLEASE block or ignore me if you do not wanna hear me criticize someone you look up to or a show/movie/game that you really really REALLY enjoy and you don't see any "flaws" in it. ‧₊˚🌈✩ Remember, Shows, Movies, Games and everyone else are not flawless.. we all have our flaws ‧₊˚🌈✩

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~Small Info about me~

. I’m Panromantic, Polyamory and Genderfluid going by He/She/They/Them pronouns.. I came out as Genderfluid last year (2022)

. I don’t like receiving messages that is literally just ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ (unless it’s from a close friend or someone i know) because I get easily panicked so I rather you just get straight to the point xp /nbr

. My bad for not including this here until now but, if you are reblogging my critic posts towards Vivziepop, Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel.. PLEASE do not use any "anti" tags because I'm not anti helluva boss or hazbin hotel, yes, I hate Viv but I do not hate her series plus, I do not want to be seen as an "anti Vivzie" to the stans since they already have that "all critics are evil" mindset no thanks to her and I do not want it to get worse.

. Please be aware that I will be sharing or talking about adult topics that some people may find sensitive, I'll put the appropriate tags if I do mention said topic . I will be criticizing series like Helluva Boss, Hazbin hotel, Muffins and people like Vivziepop, Reitanna Seishin.. If this is not your liking then I highly advise that you don't follow this blog. . Another thing to note is yes, I am a fan of Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel and Muffins but however I obviously do NOT support the creator (Yes, I am those type of people that believe that you can seperate art from artist in some cases) Also YES, you can criticize someone while also liking it too.

. I'll also be criticizing fandoms and communities (communities like people who support proshipping)

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HUGE DNI LIST ALERT

Do not interact with me if you are the following or support the following: - You are a Reitanna Seishin Stan. - You are a FNAF stan or Scott Cawthorn Stan or a Scott/FNAF anti - You are a Vivziepop Stan or Vivziepop Anti (and PLEASE do not reblog my posts and use any anti vivziepop, anti hazbin hotel, anti helluva boss or anything with the anti tag in them, ESPECIALLY if it posts about criticism) - You support Pedophilla/lolicon/Shotacon. - You support Zoophilla, Necrophilla or anything problematic. - You support Proship, profic (Yes, I do realize there are some people that label theirselves profic while not fetishizing/romanticizing problematic content but still, this is mostly aiming at people who DO), non-con, comship, cub-con, nsfw babyfur artists/supporters, abdl ect. - You are homophobic, transphobic, racist, zionist, sexist, ableist or basically just a problematic person in general. -You support bullying people for just drawing non-problematic art (like scenecore, canon x oc ship art, canon x self-insert ship art or what people consider "cringe") - You are a trump supporter.

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[fckinwild-kiwi]

Dec. 4th: Wear My Clothes Forever

Day 4: Borrowing Clothes/Getting a Pet Together

Here is day FOUR of @comp-lady’s December writing challenge!

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)   Word Counts: 1.2k+ Words Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Author’s Note: Yesterday I wrote in the third person, today I am going to try the first person. Again, it’s not something I am used to so if you have any tips or critique, please send them my way! <3 Also, this is the first time I’ve written any kind of smut in a while and it feels like the most awkward and cringe thing I’ve ever written so please be kind. :)

Dating Steve Harrington after being his friend for years seemed to only require a simple shift. There were differences, of course. For one, I was no longer eyeing him from a distance. I could kiss him anytime I felt like it and I could openly admire the man I loved without fear of rejection. But underneath it all, he was still my best friend.

“Baby,” I heard Steve call from the kitchen as I walked into his house. His parents were once again gone as they had been absent for the past month. 

“Hi, Stevie,” I called back, taking off my shoes before entering the kitchen. “I’ve missed you today."

“Yeah?” Steve asked, pulling me into him for a kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, my body melted into him. As he pulled away, Steve mumbled, “I think I’ve missed you more.”

“Agree to Disagree, Harrington,” I said, pulling him back in for another kiss. Instead of a welcome home, there was a sense of longing an urgency that only he could fix. Steve understood, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for more. As I pulled him closer to me, slightly parting my mouth to welcome him in. With our heavy breathing mixing together, I could feel the need radiating off of him. His hands snaked underneath my shirt to feel my skin. “Baby,” I mumbled against his lips, leaning back just enough to break the kiss. 

“What did you just call me?” Steve questioned, leaning back fully, and opening his eyes to look at me. 

“Baby.”

“Fuck,” Steve moaned, his face heating up in a pink blush. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“I don’t have to say that, I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” I said, instantly feeling a wave of insecurity flood my body. 

“No, honey,” Steve said, already wide eyes somehow getting even wider. “I don’t think I ever want to hear you call me anything else ever again.”

“Oh really?” I said, laughing as relief now took over my body. “The nickname has that kind of power over you?”

There was something so empowering about this encounter. To know that I could do something that made him weak or feely needy, changed everything. And it made sense, here in front of me was a boy who just wanted to be loved and I was so happy to be the one to shower him with it.

“You have that power over me.”

“Oh Stevie,” I sighed, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. “How about we get changed into some cozy clothes, order some takeout, and watch a movie?”

“That sounds like a dream, babe.”

Together, we walked upstairs to Steve’s bedroom which had quickly become my second bedroom as often as I slept over. Falling into a familiar routine, Steve walked over to his dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt for me before pulling a pair of sweats out for himself. 

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the fact that I am the only one who gets to see you wearing your grey sweatpants and no shirt.”

“The sweatpants do it for you, huh, babe?”

“Oh my god, yes,” I groaned before quickly stripping to throw on the clothes Steve got out for me. “It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“No,” Steve said, staring at me, his gaze darkening. “You, wearing my shirt is hands down the sexiest thing this world has  seen.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out, taking a quick step towards me. “Can I prove it to you?”

���I think you better,” I mumble, then moan when he grabs my face, bringing our lips together in a searing kiss. Breaking the kiss, Steve sinks to his knees, looking up at me with lustful eyes. 

“Can I?”

“Please,” I whispered. Steve stood up, guiding me backward towards his bed before pushing my (his) shirt up above my hips to grab my panties. My pulse speeds up. Steve stopped moving, eyes darkening as he continued raking his eyes across my body. “What?” I question, leaning up on my elbows to try and understand what has thrown him off.

“You’re so God damn beautiful, baby,” Steve growled as he spread my legs, causing me to clench my legs together at his sudden roughness unconsciously. Before I could respond, he took this opportunity to begin peppering wet kisses up my thighs. His hands glide up my torso before cupping my breasts. Heat rips through me and my hips arch up as I beg for the friction to release some of the pressure building.

“Stay still baby, be good for me,” he whispers, looking up at me with his big brown eyes as he reaches down to hold my hips in place before pressing his lips against my clit.

“Shit,” I moaned, not expecting the touch. “Please, Stevie, I need it so bad.”

Before I could beg any more, Steve swirls his tongue around my clit before sucking gently causing me to arch up, grinding my pussy on his face. Steve drags a finger up my leaking pussy, before looking at me, asking for permission. As I nod my head, he thrusts his finger in, curling upward to reach that spongey spot that had me clenching around his fingers.

“More, baby.” And then Steve added another finger, my hands threading through his hair to ground myself in the euphoria as I chased my high. “I’m so close, Stevie, don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. I’m gasping for air, writhing on the bed, as Steve continues relentlessly eating me out. “Fuck, fuck, I’m coming,“ I scream as the orgasm comes. It hits me like a tsunami. A giant wave crashes over me with small flutters of shocks coursing through me as my body relaxes and begins coming back down.

“I changed my mind, you, fucked out like this, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” Steve said before crawling up and kissing me. “Stay right here baby, let me get a towel.”

“Wait,” I said, grabbing onto his arm. “What about you, can I return the favor?”

“No, baby,” Steve chuckled. “I got off to you, I wasn’t lying when I said that was the hottest thing.”

“Oh my god, you dirty boy,” I yelled out, as Steve walked into his ensuite to grab the towel. 

“What can I say,” he said, coming back into the bedroom before taking the warm washcloth to wipe away the mess. “You do it for me, honey.”

“I love you, baby.”

“And now I’m hard again,” Steve groaned, throwing the rag in his dirty clothes basket as I let out a chuckle. At this point, I was unsure how we were both so clueless before as to how the other felt when he was so open with his feelings and love. 

“Should we order some dinner and make our way downstairs?”

“Only if you promise to wear only my clothes for the rest of our lives."

“How about I promise to wear only your clothes for the rest of the night? I’m not sure my boss would like to see me in your shirt and panties.”

“You’re right, you in my clothes is for my eyes only,” Steve grumbled, rolling onto his side and pulling me into him. “And I love you too, honey. What do you think about Chinese for dinner tonight?”

“Chinese sounds great,” I said, wrapping my arms around Steve’s waist and raising my head in the crook of his neck. And finally, things made sense.

[krmzyn]

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~ Hii!! Welcome to my blog <3

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I’m Salem, but feel free to call me any of my DRselves names!

This blog is mostly for me to focus on shifting, though LOA/manifesting and lucid dreaming have also been pretty high up there for me atm!

I’m completely fine with any questions from anyone (shifters, non-shifters, even antis), just please be respectful. This inculudes questions about my first shift, but I prefer not to talk about it, but I might answer some 💟 (please send asks i love answering questions /lh)

Note: I’m formatting this on mobile and am pretty new to tumblr so. i literally have no clue what im doing 😇

Double note: This is gonna be like. the only formatted post on my page. I absolutely cba and most of my posts r probably just gonna be like. shitposting 😚

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About me!

Again, hi, I’m Salem, but you lot can call me any of my DR names <3

My pinterest is cvbereal!!

They/Them pronouns, I don’t care too much about them though

I’m chronically British 🧍‍♂️ Also genetically a little Irish 😇 (also bst/gmt timezone 😚)

I crawled here from Tiktok. I use wayyy too much tiktok slang 😚 I also rlly appreciate tone tags being used!

15, Scorpio & audhd!

Genuinely a little stupid. Just a lil bit.

I also do art!! Idk if I’ll really post it here but. yah 💟

I have pretty bad social anxiety and general anxiety issues, so I don’t really socialise online that much <3

Likes & Dislikes!

I LOVE cats with my entire soul <33 Also honestly animals in general.

I hate mint. Its just sososoo eww 😇

I like the sciences 😚 (biology >>> chemistry > physics. fight me /j)

I really don’t like step ladders 😭 I’m stood there wobbling like a dog on a cat tower I just can’t with them

I love candles n incense a lot!! I have this adorable little tea light holder that’s like a little tree with birds and these little cages for the tea lights and I just ADORE it smsmsmm <3

I hate walking around barefoot 😭 Like idm the idea of it but its just like. u never know whats been on those floors >:( Also carpets feel ew

I like rambling about my drs and random stuffs I like 😇

I don’t like bacon. The little fat bits are all stringy and its just sososo bleh

I love a bunch of the ‘cringe’ kid roblox games. Like adopt me (bc collecting just makes me feel mwah) and royale high (mostly for christmas atp bc. I have feelings abt it 😇) and pet sim, also others. I shiny hunt on pokemon ultra moon as well! (I have a grudge against shiny lugia but i love it /lh)

(I was trying to do a like-dislike kinda pattern but iii cant think of anymore dislikes shshh) I like doing legos and oragami occasionally! I just enjoy being able to do stuff with my hands 😚

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My DRs (in order. maybe.)

Note: NONE of my DRs have traumatic or violent events. Any with that stuff as main plot points has either been altered or is some kind of AU. Made that mistake once, not making it again <3

- CoD (COD SHIFTERS PLEASE R U GUYS THERE?? 😭)

- Altered OR

- ATSV

- FNAF

- Demon Slayer / KNY

- Pokémon

- Rick & Morty

- SCP

- Backrooms

- MHA (mixed on it atm)

- Supernatural (considering & trynna figure out some kinda au 🧍‍♂️)

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My current manifestations!

My shifting journal!!

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That’s about it!! Ty for reading and I hope you guys enjoy my posts 😚

-Love, Sal <3

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Last shift: ~2021 Shifted 1x

Last ‘minishift’: ? Minishifted ~3x

Last lucid dream: ? Lucid dreamed 1x