#im going to go bury myself in a fanfic

[altruistic-meme]

i am dead and i will be dead for the next two days. i may exist some time between now and then but not in an active way.

[motleycrueobsessed]

Hello! I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you do something with Tommy Lee? Like imagine cockwarming him while he "teaches" you to play drums. Trying to focus on his lesson cuz he promised to reward you if you did good, but he's also making it so hard.

(Sorry to be so vulgar in your asks 🙈)

dont apologize at all ever again ilysm this is such a good idea

Warnings: Tommy being a horny fuck, cockwarming, swearing, smut, praise, AFAB reader, lmk if i missed any!

MDNI

smut below the cut!

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“There you go, baby girl. You got it.”

Tommy whispered in my ear as his hands held mine, guiding my hands.

“You’re doing great baby.” Tommy placed a kiss on my neck, before going to the next Mötley song he wanted to teach me. He started the motions of Dr. Feelgood. I was completely zoned out, feeling him so deep inside of me was driving me crazy. I knew better than to try and move, though.

He then let go of my hands.

“Play what i just taught you on your own, doll.” Tom kissed down my neck. “I dont.. i dont have it memorized, tom..” i mumbled, still half distracted by the feeling of him inside of me.

He went over the motions again one more time and i tried my hardest to pay attention.

When he finished, he let go of my hands once again. “Play, baby girl.” I nodded, and started to play the drum line to Dr Feelgood. I messed up a few times, slow to hit the kickdrum right or messing up the cymbal hits, but that was expected.

When i finished, he took the sticks from my hands and threw them off somewhere. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me from my jaw to my shoulder. He pulled me off of him, and picked me up bridal style. He carried me off to the couch nearby, setting me down.

“Bend over, over the arm of the couch baby.”

So i bent over as directed.

“Now i promised you if you did good, i would reward you..”

He thrusted into me, gripping my waist tightly. I let out a pornographic moan, trying to grip at whatever i could to ground myself. Tommy was pretty big, he definitely stretched me out pretty good..

“Fuck.. good girl, there you go.. just like that..”

He started to pound into me, hard and fast.

“Tommy.. o-oh shit!” I buried my head in the couch cushions.

“S’ good for me. S’ pretty for me, allll for me, baby. You look so pretty, ruining yourself on my cock..” One of his hands moved from my waist to my hair, wrapping around it and yanking back roughly.

“T-tommy!” I moaned his name loudly.

“What do you need honey? Tell me.” He whispered in my ear.

“H-harder, harder!” I cried. My hands gripped the couch tightly. “You want it harder? You got it fucking harder, baby.”

He started pounding into me as hard as he could. “Oh, tommy, im gonna- im gonna cum!”

“Hold it baby. Don’t you dare cum before me.” He said in a breathy tone, panting. I squirmed, making pornographic noises.

He soon came deep inside of me, making my back arch due to the feeling of his warm load coating my walls. He lazily thrusted into me until i came not long after him.

He pulled out of me and moved me to sit on the couch, forcing my legs open and eating me out like its his last meal.

His tongue circled my clit, his slim, long fingers going and curling inside of me. My hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging a bit. “Mmmm..” he hummed, the vibrations making me cry out. I came again and he lapped it up.

“Your cum is sweet baby girl.” He whispered in my ear.

He helped me get my clothes back on and his clothes went back on soon too. He carried me like a princess to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed, quickly following and holding me close.

“You did so good, doll. So good.” He praised.

“I love you, sweet girl..” he mumbled. “I love you too, you horny bastard.

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Lowkey sucks i should have just not posted ngl

Would y’all rather have shitty fics or no fics at all?

Petition for me to sit my lazy ass down and write a full length fanfic for once in my life instead of a sad little blurb

Is it obvious im not a drummer?

[orionsangel86]

Welp. Okay I watched the last episode of ofmd.

To sum up my thoughts on this season I will say that whilst I enjoyed it and felt the love and passion and respect for its queer fanbase throughout, it didnt hit me the same way the first season did. It felt like maybe a little bit of that season 1 magic was missing and for that I very much blame Max's cutting off 2 episodes and slashing the budget. They had a lot of story they wanted to tell that would have worked so much better in 10 episodes.

I consider the last 3 episodes of season 1 some of the best TV I have seen in my life. From the use of The Chain in ep 8, through the dramatic highs and lows of eps 9 and 10 it was edge-of-your-seat drama and I was in awe at the creators that put it together. But one of the reasons why those 3 eps were so good is because the drama and the pivotal moments were given time to breath.

If those 3 eps were given the same lack of time and budget as season 2, no doubt they all would have been crammed into 1 episode and it would not have had the same impact.

If anything that last episode should have played out across two, with Izzy's death being the half way point and cliffhanger ending leading to a final battle and somewhat happy resolution.

I'm not mad at Izzy's death. If anyone was gonna die, it was gonna be him. His status as Blackbeards enabler and sometimes mentor is over. For Ed to truly be free, I think Izzy always had to go. From a storytelling perspective it makes perfect sense, even though I am sure a lot of fans are absolutely heartbroken about it.

Another casualty of the reduced screentime meant certain original cast members weren't given anywhere near the amount of screentime they should have had. I was expecting a lot more focus on Jim as they were basically the third lead of s1 due to them getting the same backstory as Ed and Stede. All of the crew appear to have had drastically reduced parts which does feel like a big loss to me.

Its funny actually, OFMD S2 suffered from the opposite problem to GOS2. OFMD had too much story to tell in a limited timeframe, GOS2 had very little story to tell outside of the flashbacks and probably too much time given to it. Both shows season 2s suffered from tremendously bad pacing issues.

Also, the one thing the final episode made so obvious to me, is the uncertainty of getting a s3 renewal. It is so clear in the way they tried to wrap things up in a happy bow as best they could, so that if they do get cancelled it leaves fans at least somewhat satisfied. I hate this though. I hate that studios are so fickle and ruthless that creators have to gamble with good quality writing and avoid cliffhangers because of asshole executives who dont actually care about the stories.

Because of the fast pacing, and the fear of cancellation, it felt more like a rush happy ending instead of a part way point in a bigger story, with important character development still to come. Perhaps I need more time to absorb the story in a full rewatch, but im not exactly itching for more at this point, whilst also not really being satisfied with what I got either. I wish we had left Ed and Stede in at least some minor peril, like have them captured and threatened with hanging but at least in a good place romantically, so that we can start speculating about what kind of escape plan they will come up with in season 3. Leaving them in a dilapidated old inn somewhere just felt wrong to me. Instead of ending the season with the stakes sky high (like season 1) it feels like they left season 2 with zero stakes at all, instead of at least a happy medium. At this point we should be turning to fanfiction and wondering what happens next, but instead I'm left thinking "okay then. That was good. What can I watch next?" I don't need to bury myself in fanfic and fanart to feed the hyperfixation this time around, and that is where I feel the most loss.

I'm sure others will have hugely different reactions to me though. Perhaps my expectations were too high? Perhaps my GO obsession just isn't leaving room for OFMD this time? But then again, I think if GOS2 hadn't ended the way it did, I wouldn't still be so obsessed with that either.

Sigh. I dunno. It was a good fun show and will no doubt still be hugely popular with devoted fans, but for me I just can't say it cast the same spell over me as it did last year.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

hello!! Its the bracelet anon again, atp i think im just gonna start using a lil emoji like bee anon lolol.

ANYWAY. I wrote a lil thing for u!! I haven't actually ever really written a fanfic or even a short thing like this before, so i hope its not absolute dog water lol

Oh also, its about reader/you having a. Bath with GC, since i scrolled through your posts again and was reminded you posted that lil idea :3

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You'd been allowed into queen Golden cheese’s pavilion for a while now.. but.. this was new..

You'd felt her hands caress you before.. so softly… yet, this was new..

To instead of laying in her pillows, be laying on her, leaning into her as she softly hummed in amusement..

To hear the soft sounds of water around you two, as she held your limp but satisfied body against her…

To feel her hand idly stroke your hair as you buried your head in the crook of her neck..

It wasn't like when she'd take care of you like she usually did.. and yet this almost felt more intimate than that..

Was it because she wasn't wearing her crown..? Or.. was it just the comfortable silence between you two..?

Even when she was silent.. she had so, so much power over you.. every breath you took, every second that passed.. felt so much more precious with her…

You were so grateful to be hers…

You would always be..

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Hope its enjoyable!

-📿

O-OH.......O/////////O

Haaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!?!?!!? @///////////@

H-holy ffffffffffff-!!?!!??!! *falls over* HHHhhhhholy flipping- ch-chesse-!

Th-this is.....this is so.....O-oh my god I can see it in my HEAD.....aaaahhhhh......! >////////< I-it's so clear......! M-my body.....a-against- h-her- aaaaaaaaaa- >//////////<

Th-thank you thank you thank you so much! Th-thank you.....SO much.....! Y-you have no idea how much I needed this today.......! I-I needed something like this......b-but I thought I was gonna have to make it myself, hhhhhhahaha.....I-I know my reaction looks a bit unhinged, but my day has been....it's been SOMETHING, and I really, really am so grateful for this......

Th-thank you....so, so much......! >////////< G-gonna go freak out for the next hour straight now......A-and don't worry, I'll try to pay you back soon.....!!

[thetobiroppofan]

one piece rant #3: ugly men who i HATE.

hello little tumblr people who i DONT!!!!!!!!!!! care about i havent been here in a hot second but this isnt a professional blog i am insane and this is an illusion you're all just living in my head anyways hello new post from me THE tobiroppo fan.

id go on a rant abt myself but this aint about me this is about the ugly men i HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

starting off with an agreeable one: THAT FUCKASS PURPLE HAIRED GUY FROM WANO

OROCHI WHEN I CATCH YOU YOU BIG HEADED FUCK. I WILL TEAR OUT THOSE BIG ASS FRONT TEETH YOU GOT LIKE A DENTIST WHO JUST STARTED HIS JOB. NOT TO MENTION HOW YOU BUILT LIKE A WHOLE HANK HIPOOPAPOKGUHUD IDK HOW TO SPELL HIS NAME

wyd when he and twin pull up cause me personally im getting registered to the psych ward

next one

this is the part where im glad to be a small oh little humble tumblr blog yes thats me cause

he has a bigass forehead

i can play tictactoe on that thing

not to mention those weird ass shades like go back to the dollar store and return those please they look horrible.

that fuckass haircut dont do you no good either please dye ur hair uglyuglyugly

also this applies to most one piece men but i feel like his neck is massive like way to massive like if i tried to chop his neck itd genuinely be stopped by the amount of mass doflamingo has and shockingly he isnt the only one

eustass kidd i love you but

What is this. he looks like hes buried

in the sand

he dont look real

im scared

like

i LOVE YOU eustass kidd like yk i like loud angry characters but

he scares me with that neckgame like thats thicker than those dark oak minecraft trees :(

next one is a bit controversial as well since. i am mutuals with a enjoyer of this char on tt and i dont think thye have my tumblr cause we never talked before nd i dont think they know the lore behind lobotomylegendchick4 but

The love hate relationship I have with this disgusting ill strucken poor old geeer is more bipolar than a 2018 x reader enemies to lovers fanfic between a guy from a kpop fan

because one day i wake up from my super cozy fluffy bed with my AMAZING trafalgar d water law bootleg plushie staring coldly into my eyes with that stupid fucking face

and i think "man..

I hope Caesar Clown gets his nuts torn off by a rabid dog." and then i go downstairs and trip while walking down and hit my head on the side of the coffee table and have a trip to the ER that lasts 2 days and i miss the release trailer of the new youtooz figures of mihawk arlong and buggy.

only part of that is a lie. you can figure it out.

Other days I wake up and I look at that one fucking pinterest progile that LOVES caesar clown and i think "maybe he isnt that bad" then i remember oh yeah hes morally terrible cause he experimented on kids then i turn and stare at doffy stans for like 5 minutes then think "child experimentation, doflamingo, or the things i see out of the corner of my eye that might be hallucinations cause im probably slowly losing it" then i get distracted by the feeling of

HUNGER.

i am hungry now

THANKS TUMBLR.

YOU MADE ME HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

last part before i post this and hope the doflamingo and caesar stans dont find me and jump me and leak my address

so in the end

I actually hate a lot of ugly men

but at the moemnt i cant think of one specifically to end this about

tldr: I hate 4% of men in one piece and get hungry and sidestory: I think there is a wasp in my room however maybe im just seeing things its 1:47 am and ive forgotten when i woke up

thanks for reading tumblr blog maybe i did go insane but hey

thetobiroppofan is nothing but a humble small tumblr blog

if i go insane spread my legacy my average 2 viewers on each post

th.thank yo.

snif

sniffele.

han.thank.you.

see you guys in

some day

thetobiroppo fan out

[closetsof-backlogged-dreams]

so, ik not a single person gives a shit, but fun fact/story time about me: i've never actually, in full, watched the last three episodes of merlin. i've been in this fandom for about a year, and have even written entire analyses on specific scenes in the last episode, so let me explain my madness lol.

when i was younger, maybe like 10 or 11, my mom was OBSESSED with this show. like, she'd watch it all the time. i could distinctly remember random scenes i walked in on, like when they try to execute Gwen and the soldiers pull Arthur and her apart, or that one random episode when Arthur is placed on that wheel with an apple in his mouth and knives are thrown at him, or, the one that probably left the most impact, was the entire ending of the show. i watched probably the last ten minutes of the last episode, and watched Arthur die and Gwen be crowned sole ruler of Camelot. i didn't really care tbh lol.

but because of that, i knew exactly how the show ended. i had also seen bits and pieces of the two episodes before, so i just generally had a vague idea of the final three episodes, arguably the most important in the entire series.

but then, i got older, and got more and more interested in fandom. and yk which fandom i saw in every corner of the internet? that goddamn show my mom used to watch as a kid. i always told myself i'd watch it at some point, but i didn't get around to it until they announced it was being taken off netflix. let me tell you, that was the binge session of my LIFE. i watched all five seasons (except for the last three episodes) within a week and a half. but when i had around half a week left to finish the series before it was removed, i completely avoided those last three episodes. i buried myself in fanfic, tumblr posts, and the like. then i found them all free on youtube, around two days before it got removed, and i just told myself i'd watch them later. newsflash: i didn't.

i've been VERY active in the fandom ever since (honestly way too active, im like mentally ill lmao) and still havent seen those episodes. i wrote an entire 3k word essay (that i had to cut A LOT from lol) about the series and even analyzed the scene where Arthur dies in a portion of it. now, i keep saying i still haven't seen those episodes, but that's actually untrue. because as of ten minutes ago, i watched them.

so what does that make this post? well, it makes it a warning, because i am going to be so completely insufferable about this series i am 100% sure someone is going to poison me within the next 72 hours. be warned—i am a changed woman now, and i am absolutely unstoppable.

[whitechocoleight]

I Don't Know You || Seventeen Jeonghan X Twice Nayeon Fanfic

Chapter 1: Nayeon's Arrival

Present:

Nayeon stepped out of the taxi with her bags, scanning the school's dormitory. She let out a long sigh, both of excitement and a bit of anxiousness. It's been 8 years, she's finally back in Korea. I hope I can finally meet him again.

Why should you meet tho? After all those hurtful words you've said, do you still expect to be friends?

She pushed her thoughts aside as she enters the building. She walked her way through the long corridor until she reached a room with a sign: Dorm Master's Office

She knocked on the door before entering.

"Come in!" Said the lady without looking at her. Her eyes didn't leave the pile of paper works on her desk. Nayeon noticed the name plate on her desk - Lee Ji Eun. She's in the right place.

"Annyeonghaseyo." she shyly greeted the lady, "Uhm I'm Im Nayeon. I'm a new student."

The lady lifted her face to look at Nayeon. Nayeon could not hide her surprise. With her tiny nose and soft cute features, she looked young enough to be one of Nayeon's classmates. Her aura, however, showed maturity.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you. Sit down" She stood up, leaving her paper works. She pulled one of the drawers on the side of the room and scanned the folders. "Im Nayeon." She took the folder with Nayeon's name and went back to her desk.

Nayeon patiently waits while her dorm master reads her documents, "Sooo, you're from the US?"

"Yes, I lived there for 8 years." She politely replied.

"Hmm, you speak korean fluently though. I think you'll get along well with the other girls." She hands Nayeon the key to her room.

Nayeon sighed in relief as she took her key, "I really hope so."

Ms. Lee discussed some dorm rules before leading Nayeon to her room. They passed by a few number of rooms where they were greeted by students, some curious about the new girl.

"Here it is. Your roommates might be out. Dinner is at seven. Curfew starts at 8pm." Ms. Lee opened the door for her, revealing a cozy minimalist room.

Nayeon thanks her before she leaves. Smiling with optimism, she scans the room and chooses one of the two double deck beds. She unpacks her things on the lower deck, her mind swirling with thoughts as she organizes her stuff.

Gosh! Is this even for real?! The thought of her going back to Korea felt unreal until now. The thought of visiting Jeonghan terrified her. What if he pushes me away??

"Nooooo!" She buries her face on the clothes she unpacked. Luckily, there was no one in the room to witness her weirdness.

She shakes her head, trying to calm herself down.

*bzzzzt* *bzzzzt* she reaches out for her phone. Dad calling...

"Appa, I got to the dorm safely. I'm unpacking my things." She reasurres her dad.

"Great! How's the place, sweetie? Are they treating you well?" Her dad sounded like his daughter was in her first day at a daycare center. She's always been a baby to him even though she's 18 already.

"So far so good, I've only met the dorm master. My roommates might arrive later. Don't worry dad, I can look over myself." She misses him but at the same time, she felt like she needed to be independent this time. After all, she's now a grown up.

"Can't help it, sweetie. You're miles away and you're gonna live with strangers!" There's his dramatic voice again, he sounded exactly like her mom. And that sweet tone, it didn't match his muscular body.

She closed the cabinet as soon as she finished transferring her things, "Relax, Dad, I can make friends with my room mates." She's always been the first to approach people so it won't be a problem.

"Alright, stay safe always, okay? Call me anytime, sweetie! By the way, have you checked the address I sent you? You sure can go there alone?"

"Yes, Dad, I'll figure it out." She sounded confident but deep inside her heart was pounding at the thought.

"Okay, I hope they're still there. You know, I wasn't able to catch up with your uncle in years."

"I hope so too, we'll see. Dad, I'm done packing. I'm going now, I'll give you an update." She puts the bag of chocolates in her small bag. Can't go there empty handed, knowing her best friend loves to eat. Or shall we say ex-best friend?

"Okay, sweetie! Tell me when you get back to the dorm, alright?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm going. Love you! *mwah*" she kissed the phone as if it was her dad.

"Love you, sweetie!" She ended the call then checked her small bag. This is it, Nayeon! Calm down!

She leaves her room with the door locked and gets herself a taxi. It took them 30 minutes to reach Gyeonggi. The path became more familiar to Nayeon as they got nearer to Jeonghan's place. A part of her longed for him and a part of her was scared. Gosh! Am I really gonna do this?

FLASHBACK:

Nayeon steps out of the house and looks at it one last time. Maybe it was better to leave. It feels harder the longer they stay there. It's been a few weeks after her mom's death and she still could not get over it. Her parents have been planning to move to the US for quite some time now. She pleaded with her parents to stay instead. She couldn't leave Jeonghan. However, with the memories of her mom's death and with what Jeonghan did yesterday, she finally gave in.

How could he? She still couldn't understand why he did it. He always played pranks but this was too much for her to take. Jeonghan, of all people, broke her trust.

"Sweetie, it's time to go." Nayeon's dad lightly touched her cheeks as he carried one of their bags with the other hand.

She nodded and took a last look at their house.

"NAYEONNIEE!" It was Jeonghan. He put down his bike and run to her, panting. She didn't say a word.

"Yo-you're leaving?" Jeonghan stuttered, looking at the bags being loaded into the car. "Was it because of the flowers?"

She didn't want to remember it. She walked past him and headed to the car. She stopped when Jeonghan grabbed her hand, she couldn't look at him. She stared at the ground, her eyes slowly blurring because of the tears building up in her eyes.

"Nayeon, please, I'm sorry." Although she couldn't see him, she knew he was crying.

"I don't want you to leave. Please stay." Both of his hands grasped her little hand.

"I regret being friends with you. I wish I never knew you." Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she pulled her hand away.

"Nayeonnie." She walked towards the car, her heart felt heavy as she moved.

"Dad, let's go." It was almost a whisper, her throat was too dry.

"Okay." Her dad loaded the last bag.

Just before he went inside the car, he walked towards Jeonghan. He lowered himself to reach the boys' small stature and wiped his tears, "Jeonghan-ah, it's been a hard time for Nayeon. Maybe she just needs some time to get over what happened. You can still be friends."

"B-but she hates me." He gasped for air in between his words.

"Trust me, she'll forget about it." He patted the boy's head as he stood up. "We'll be leaving, okay?"

Jeonghan bit his lips at the thought of his best friend leaving. Nayeon's dad went inside the car and the engine started. Before he knew it, the car had already left. His best friend had left him.

It took a moment before he grabbed his bike and went home.

Nayeon and her dad reached the airport. They still got a few minutes before their flight. She was silent the whole time when her dad received a call.

"Hey, we are now at the airport. Is Jeonghan home? He came at our house before we left." It was Jeonghan's dad.

He stood up after hearing Jeonghan's dad's answer, "Wait, what?? But a few hours had passed, he's supposed to be home by now."

Nayeon suddenly felt a jolt on her stomach.

"Goodness gracious, try looking around our house. He might still be there... okay okay. Give me an update when you get there." He ended the call and sat on the bench, worry visible on his face.

"Dad?" Nayeon tugged on her dad's shirt.

He pulled her towards him and gave her a comforting hug. Different scenarios flooded her head while they waited for news about Jeonghan.

*riiing* Nayeon's dad immediately answered the call. "Hello, did you find him?"

Her dad fell silent for a moment, his hand covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Dad, what happened?" Her stomach clenched.

Her dad stood up,"Are you on the way to the hospital?" He walked away from his daughter, not wanting her to hear their conversation, "Stay here."

Nayeon watched as her dad moved to the corner, talking with Jeonghan's dad on the phone.

What happened? Is he ok? I shouldn't have pushed him away. She instantly regretted what she said.

"Passengers for 7pm flight to Los Angeles, California, please proceed to the departure area. Passengers for 7p.m. flight to Los Angeles, California, please proceed to the departure area."

Nayeon's dad went back to her and gave her a faint smile. He started picking up their bags.

"Dad, can we go see him?" Nayeon tugged on his shirt with watery eyes.

He knelt and held his daughter's cheeks, "Nayeon-ah, we have to go. Promise, I'll ask your uncle for updates."

"I-I shouldn't have pushed him away." She sobbed as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Shhh" he pulled her into a hug. It's just been a few weeks after his daughter cried non-stop because of her mom's death and now this, "Everything is gonna be fine, Sweetie. But we have to go."

"Dad, please. Please!" She cried louder, scared she could lose him too.

She panicked when he carried her, "Dad, please!"

End of flashback:

"Ma'am, we're here."

Nayeon snapped out of her deep thoughts upon hearing the driver. She stepped out as soon as she paid him.

Here it is! I'm finally doing it! Nayeon swallowed hard before finally stepping forward to the gate. She wondered as she stepped on the dried leaves on the steps, an unusual view at the Yoon's house. She knows Mrs. Yoon is someone who makes sure the house is always clean.

She pushed the thought aside and knocked 3 times, hoping for someone to answer. After a few seconds without a response, she knocked once again.

"Excuse me? Are you looking for the Yoon family?" A lady in her 50s approached Nayeon.

"Annyeonghaseyo." She greeted the lady, "Yes, Ma'am. Do you know if they're home? No one seems to be responding."

"Oh, they left 2 years ago. They've already sold the house. From what I've heard, the family transferred to Seoul." Her heart sank upon hearing the news. So I don't get to see him after all?

"Oh, I see. I might have to go then. Kamsahamnida" She thanked the lady and bid her goodbye.

Eeeeh, how am I supposed to find them? She leaned by the gate in defeat.

She went back to the dorm, disappointed. She waited for years to finally make peace with Jeonghan. She even rehearsed lines in her head only to find out that they left. So this is how it feels to be left behind. The 10 year old Jeonghan flashed in her mind. Was this how he felt that time? Actually, Nayeon, it was far worse.

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______________ Author's Note:

Hey, guys! 🤗 I hope you're liking the story so far. Were you also disappointed that Nayeon didn't get to meet Jeonghan? Feel free to leave some comments and if you liked the first chapter, your votes are very much appreciated 🥰 Now, sit back, scroll down, and enjoy the next chapters! 😁

[chaos-grimlin]

Hi!! Thumper again! Im here posting Fanfic and shorts! You can read this Fanfic on Both Tumbler (Crustylustyrasin) and wattpad (Crustymustyrasin)

Why me? (Nubbins Sawyer x Y/N)

Intro:In 1974 a tragedy which befell on a group of six youths, in particular Y/n L/n and he dear friend Sally Hardesty. It's all the more tragic that all of them where young. But they had lived very long lives, thry could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of thst day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history. The kidnapping of Y/n L/n and the Texas chainsaw massacre..

Chapter 2- the graveyard

Word count:1008

Previously on "Why me? A Nubbins Sawyer x Y/n book" :

Chapter 1- the radio :A I dont know was all that Kirk got out before Sally shut the whole conversation down before it turned into a huge argument..

^^^Time skip by Bubba dancing^^^

~~~Y/n P.O.V~~~

I looked out the window as we pulled into the grave site. More people then expected were there.

Jerry parked the van and Pam, Kirk, Jerry, and Sally all hopped out.

"My granddaddys buried here." Could we find out if anything happened to him?" Sally squeaked out as she walked to a old man with a straw hat on.

"Whats your grandaddys name?" A much younger man in red said as he looked down at Sally.

"honey, that big heavy feller thats standing with that flashlight in his hand, thats the sheriff." The older man started. "You go tell him your Granddaddys buried in there." He added.

"Okay, thank you" Sally said with a smile wich the old man returned.

"Say, fella, im going to run off with your girl a minute. You don't mind do you?" The younger man in red said as he gently grasped Sallys arm and started walking off with her.

"Honey, ill get you to the sheriff. Come on." The man said.

I sat in the Van with Franklin, who rolled himself to the edge of the van.

"Been in there the whole time, unbeknownst to Clyde. Clyde didn't know either. They didnt know why" a what im gussing was a drunk older man said as another laid on the ground laughing.

I inched myself over so I was beside Franklin at the door, i looked down at the man on the floor.

"Things happen here about they dont tell about. I see things" the drunk man on the ground stammered out as he looked at me and Franklin with wide eyes .

I looked over at Franklin before looking back at the old man.

"You see," drool coveres his grey beard as he stammered out his words.

"They say it's just an old man talking. You laugh at an old man. Theres them that laughs and knows better." The old man blabbered as he started letting out strange forced laughes.

Franklin wheeled himself back into the van while I stayed at the door, looking down at the old man. I was interested, confused even on what this drunk was talking about, his words slurred togeather and his voice seemed forced.

I soon moved back into the van beside Franklin as we waited for Sally to come back.

~~~Time skip by Mr drunk man~~~

"Yes, they're sure. The man said they could tell of the grave jad been drug up. Franklin, don't worry, I saw it myself, it didnt look dug up to me" Sally said.

We were once again back on the road.

I sat in the back, digging around in the bag I had brought with me. I rummaged through everything i had brought, first aid, extra clothes, money, a small water bottle, and earphones for my mp3 player that I had forgotten.

I let out a sigh as i sat criss cross in the back.

"Ugh oh! What's that?" Sally said her voice laced with disgust, and thats when it hit me. A god awful smell, the smell of dead things and rotten meat. It was a smell that could make anyone sick.

"What smells?!" I asked as i forced myself as I lifted my hand and pinched my nose, trying to stop thr smell from attacking my nose.

"What is that stench?" Kirk hissed out as he looked around, trying to find the sorce of that horrid smell.

"Roll up the window" he added as Jerry rolled up the front window and I closed up the back ones.

"Hey thats the old slaughterhouse" Franklin said, practically answering everyone's question on what the gut wrenching smell was.

"Thats where grandpa used to sell his cattle!" Franklin said as he put his large hand on Sallys small shoulder.

"Hey we got an uncle that works at one of those places outside of Ft. Worth. Hey, see those buildings there?" Franklin said as he lifted his hand from Sally and pointed at a small string of far away buildings, I strained my neck to see them.

"That's were they kill em they bash! them in the head with a big sledgehammer" Franklin said, getting loud when he said the word bash.

"Oh thats awful" Pam said out loud.

"It usually wouldn't kill em on the first lick. " Franklin said as we passed the cattle.

Hundreds of cows waited inside the incloser, waiting to be slaughtered. It was sad but.. Mildly interesting to me.

"I mean, they'd start squealing and freakinf out and everything" Franklin added, he seemes to know alot about the topic.

"And they'd have to come up and bash em two or three more times. And then sometimes it wouldnt kill them, i mean theyd skin em sometimes before they were even dead." Franklin added, really getting into it.

"Oh thats horrible, people shouldn't kill animals for food." Pam said, shaking her head.

"Well they don't do it like that anymore. Now they got this big air gun that shoots a bolt into their skull and then retracts it. Its just BOOM! it goes BOOM! and BOOM!" Franklin said, using his fingers and hand to recreate the action of shooting the cattle in the head.

"Franklin! I like meat please change the subject!" Sally said, probably growing grossed out and sad by the topic.

"Thats terrible that it's still going on" Pam said as she looked back in the direction of where the cattle was.

Both Pam and Sally were mildly sad by the topic but me..i wanted to know more, it was slightly interesting to me.

"Oh.. Man...its hot in here" I moaned out, changinf the subject. It was hot, so hot i was tempted to just yank my shirt off and go topless for the rest of the day.

I rolled my shoulders and wiped the sweat from my brow as Franklin pulled out his pocket knife and started picking at his fingernails.

"Hitchhiker" Sally said and as she did I leaned up slightly and looked out the window..

[astronnova]

hello hand over your entire LMK fanfic collection ALLL of your faovirtes or the pspsps boogeyman will be at your door tonight

oh noo dearest boogeyman please do not come to my door tonight where i am alone and defenseless [ GUNSHOT ]

a lot of this is angst fics because. idk im a fucked up little man i guess. all ratings go up to M

he who conquers shadows black by theweepingmortician - i uh. um. macaque's death. yep. cough. m

sympathy, compassion, and other irrelevant gestures by payasita - good character study type thing of wukong and his many many traumas lol. the difference between saying "im okay" and then actually being okay

if i can't help myself by crimson_owl - this one is like a knife in the abdomen and then the attacker twists it. good angst read my friend showed me this one. (slight warning: wukong does have an implied death at the end)

bury a friend (i want to end me) by drawing_a_blank - 2/4 chapters written at the time of posting. good wukong angst fic that explores his specific trauma of having to kill all his friends because of a higher power demanding it of him

the moon, the sun, and the black powder fuse by chippersmol & payasita - mac centric fic. again, feels more like a character study and it does go hard. mac hates loud noises, wukong loves fireworks. u can see where it's going. it's explicitly stated to be shadowpeach in the tags BUT i think you can kinda see it platonically if you'd like?

monkey king's guide to physical contact by leonardo_charles_bluewood_21 - touch starved AND touch averse wukong. joy! it's got sappy found family stuff in there which is up my alley, but there's your warning if you aren't a fan of a nice big group hug.

for better or for worse by lotus monkey & squidkid15 - okay. i'll be honest with ya chief i haven't sat down and read this monster yet 37k words and it's still updating every thursday. less traditional fanfic, it's more of an archive of an rp that the two authors did! it's based on an au the two made, the core au, and from What I Have Seen it's pretty good. i just haven't had the time to sit down and tackle this beast of a fanfic yet so goodluck to you if you're gonna read it. i bet it's real good

in for a penny, in for a pound by peaceofart - shadowpeach au fanfic! 7/? chapters done as of writing. premise is mac is a thief that's snuck into the main castle and wukong's an overpowered prince basically trapped inside. mac acts as a guard to get a better look inside the palace and wukong grows attached to him ;3 this fic is my guilty pleasure i kick my feet and giggle when it updates

[booknerd28]

Comfort: Part One Azriel x Elain

A/n: Hi!! This is the first fanfic I’ve written and I’ve been reading so damn much of it I was very inspired to write some of my own so here we go! Be nice to me please!! I want to write more of this (and include the most smut and fluff) so its a series now because I got carried away lol

Includes: soft!Azriel discussions of feeling invisible and like nobody knows the real you. mostly fluff and a little bit of Elain angst. Mentions of grief and slight ACOWAR spoilers. He calls her sweetheart and comforts her and it warms my cold dead heart 💃 also I didn’t proof read this so I can guarantee nothing is misspelled but I can’t guarantee the grammar is perfect 🤪 ENJOY!!!

Azriel

Holy shit

I stop dead as I spot Elain standing on the bridge that runs over the Sidra staring down at the river like shes looking for answers she can only find in the sparkling waters. No one is usually up as late as me so when I decided to walk through Velaris I didn’t expect to find anyone especially Elain in the streets. I was walking to stand in the exact spot Elain is standing to be alone and think and was so absorbed by my thoughts I didn’t even notice her standing there until one of my shadows screamed it at me. I debate just turning around and leaving but she looks so sad I can’t bear to turn away and leave her alone.

So I walk up to the bridge and stand next to her trying to think of something to say when she startles at my presence. “Oh! Hello Azriel” she says seeming to snap out of a trance.

I wonder what had her looking so solemn a moment ago what was running through her mind and I debate asking when she again says “I didn’t expect anyone to find me here” she says subdued as if shes saying it more to herself than to me.

I scramble for something to say. Damn it I should’ve walked away I cant comfort her anymore than I can comfort myself which isn’t at all. So I settle on something simple because it was too late to walk away. “Hi Elain, I didn’t either” I stumbled over the words like an absolute idiot.

She looked at me with that shining hair and those gorgeous eyes which were alarmingly red as if she’d been crying rendering me even more speechless than I already was. I open and close my mouth like a dying fish and then quickly look to the lake so hide the flush of embarrassment I could feel rising to my cheeks.

We’re quiet for a long moment after that until she quietly asks “Do you ever feel invisible?” I turn my head to her surprised at the question and I think on it. My entire life I wanted to be invisible welcomed it even because it meant that I was safe but nowadays it felt more like a prison than a comfort so I nodded.

I notice her eyes burning holes into my cheek so I turn my head to look at her to see tears in her eyes. I instinctively opened my arms to her hoping to offer any sort of comfort I could even if I didn’t exactly know what was bothering her so much. She walks into them burying her face in the crook of my neck while I stroke her hair savoring her warm soft skin against me.

I had had a crush on Elain for months but never acted on it because she had enough going on and I didn’t want to push her among other things. Her body starts vibrating with quiet muffled sobs and my heart breaks. I would hunt down whatever or whoever caused her such pain and take my sweet sweet time butchering them/destroying it.

Softly I ask, “Sweetheart, whats wrong?” she doesn’t respond simply tightening her arms around me. “Who do I need to kill?” I asked lightly trying to get her to laugh. Im rewarded with a small huff of breath and then a couple second later she pulls away just enough to look up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and sighs, resting her head on my chest.

I continue stroking her hair waiting until shes ready to share whats bothering her. “I-I sometimes feel as if…”she shakes her head “never mind” she says pulling away farther. “I don’t want to dump anything onto you” I shake my head pulling her back in needing to hold her for as long as I can “No, please tell me” I plead softly.

She closes her eyes takes a deep breath then says “I sometimes feel like im not really alive, like im floating along and just surviving. Today I went to visit my dads grave and it just hit me that I’ll never be able to talk to him again and that im all alone in this world now” I frown “you’re not alone. You have Feyre and Nesta and me and Rhys and Cassian would do anything to protect you too” I refute. She shakes her head “I feel like Feyre and Nesta don’t really see me though. They see this meek quiet kind girl when I don’t feel like thats who I am anymore. I love my sisters but I don’t think they know the real me. I don’t think anyone does”

I frown even deeper I worried she felt like this ever since I noticed her hands tighten into fists when Feyre and Nesta said her powers we’re not to be used unless it was the last resort. “What do you want to do about it?” I asked diplomatically. If she needs help letting them know how she feels I will gladly take that weight of her shoulders.

“I think… I think I want to let them know I don’t appreciate being treated like im fragile” she says determination coloring her voice. I nod and pull her closer kissing her head. “Do you want my help telling them that?” I tentatively question. She shakes her head strongly in my arms. I release her so I can see her face, wipe away her tears and say “Thats my girl”. The prettiest smile blooms on her face and I grin, kissing her forehead. I swing my arm around her shoulders and start walking off the bridge kissing the side of her head. “Lets go get some sleep and then you can put them in their place sweetheart” I joke, she punches my arm and chuckles her face lightening like the sun thats just starting to crest the horizon.

[ghost-proofbaby]

🍓🔪🌿 for the writers ask :)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

i was in bandom (if you don't know what that is god bless your soul) and the one direction fandom. it was sort of integral to those communities, and i already had decided i wanted to be a writer, so the transition just sort of happened naturally. my first ever fic i posted online is still out there, in some dusty corner of the internet, finally ready to be buried since traction for it slowed down this last year or two im pretty sure. haven't been on the account for it in a while oops

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

once was writing a criminal minds fanfic, and was fully researching how to like... unalive people with the strings/cords of a piano. actually was just researching a lot of weird things to build my unsub for the fic that definitely threw me on a couple watchlists lol

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

oh i am NOT the person to ask this of. i still struggle with it immensely myself. my best advice? write something for you. most of my writer block spells have been broken by me deciding to write things i had no intention of letting see the light of day (but sometimes they do which is the fun part). just write something that makes you giddy. that caters to you. if you're writing something and you're miserable, stop writing it. keep starting and abandoning new ideas until you find one that makes you fall in love with writing again. this honestly can go for any creative endeavor. do it to nourish your own soul, and if other people dig it, that's just bonus points.

[pyrriax]

ITS OK i entered hell and forgot i sent this ask in the first place because i just spam you with so many snips odfvndjkmld itss just my Thing and them i forgot to actually SEE this post bc i was reading fanfic. as i tend to do on my day off from this Event ahvfdnkjm

ALSO like. the full version of the dialogue makes it somehow Worse.

"It doesn't mean anything. I know. I didn't mean to pry. The offer still stands, you know I…" Clown lets it trail off, not knowing how to explain something they both already know. "Seriously? Still?" Zam sounds far more surprised than he should be. Probably because of how long the two have spent in the upper city together, spent with Leo in the depths of the city's seedy underbelly, in the heart trade. All he can muster is a pathetic shrug, looking around at the neon glow of signs pointing to businesses and the like, the chatter and constant noise of the city dulling the closer they get to downtown.

writing this duo IS gonna kill me one day bc they managed to make it angst when i did not plan for that to happen in the slightest. this was supposed to be a fluffy fic ................ AND ALSO LIKE... the fact they Were friends makes this worse :(

(Zam mentions the M.O.B., which was an alliance between Clown, Zam, and Leo [not present but mentioned in a part i did Not include]. Clown is trying to stay friendly but it is Not going well at all)

and then it just hits me with. this.

Really, it's a dumb question. Why the hell would he accept Redd's offer? It was scraps at best. But really… "I've thought about it, yeah. But for the time being, I've got a liability issue. It's not the safest idea for me to be dabbling in that market right now. Once everything's sorted out, then I'll be back to the usual, but still. Who in their right mind works for Reddoons?" Calling his friend a liability makes him feel sick in a way that he hates, but it's the reality of the situation, and there's no denying it. "What's so much of a liability you can't even take a break from swindling people to make some real money?" Zam scoffs, giving him a look that says he isn't going to get a say in what he does and doesn't tell. Normally, he'd just brush this off, call it a day and deflect by getting him to talk about anything other than Clown's personal life, but so be it. There's a name on the tip of his tongue, one that's familiar. One that Zam doesn't get to know. He'll never know it, as long as Clown has a choice in the matter. "Somebody being sick," he starts, only to see how the other gawks, confused until he elbows him in the ribs. "I need to keep out of anything that'll draw attention from anybody that'll hold a real grudge against me." "As though the people you mug don't hold a grudge! Don't pretend you're any better than the street rats you work with in the slums. You're just swindling for a quick buck. I still don't know how you've managed to keep being broke." All the playfulness and cheery tone just makes the words dig in worse, little claws buried in his back.

like. OWW......

ALSSSO angst is just. its my specialty and i love it sososooooo much i cannot resist the siren song of making myself (and others) sob bc of these fics. i cannot care less about ooc-ness, i am writing for the Story. the characters just simply bend to my will :3

this cyberpunk au is just. ripping my heart out

IT DOESNT HELP THAT LKKE.. this is the INTRO to the fic. its like. a test hook in the water. so i know if it'll be fun to actually commit to writing the fic...... and now im thinking i NEED to include more of this duo in it bc oh my godd. .. .. . im staring at the fact i have a scene planned that fits a prompt or two from a Thing and it just.

"Bleeding through the bandages" is one of the MAJOR scenes i have in mind and im just auvfhjndk im so..... i need to actually commit to this fic. and see if im gonna write it chaptered or not. it should be short (hoping desperately bc i CANNOT take another commitment like wtds rn)

hi jazzy!!

accidental angst is gonna kill me now

[...] "Anybody else willing to work on it? Or do I need to bring my tools next time we chat so I can try giving it a tune up?" "And owe you for the favor? No way." Zam's light hearted tone falters for a moment, the faux joy disappearing from his face before it returns to its rightful place. But before he can interject about it not being that much of an issue, Zam is talking again. "Besides, it's not broken yet, just a little stiff! I was going to as Vi for his help getting it back to tip top shape, but he broke his the other day, so I'm not letting him touch mine." "Your loss. It doesn't sound like it's doing good." Clown sighs, taking the lead and idly heading in the direction of the abandoned warehouse near the border of the two districts. "Besides, it's not like you'll be out much, I'd be happy with twenty. I know that's a hell of a lot cheaper than most people charge for servicing other maker's tech, but I don't mind. Friend's discount." Maybe he leaned a little too heavy, maybe he just hit a nerve, but it's hard to miss how the other bristles, shooting him a look that's far too dangerous. "We aren't friends, not after M.O.B. Look, just because I'm friendly with you doesn't mean--" "It doesn't mean anything. I know. I didn't mean to pry." [...]

:(

[ angst fueled by: gnaw by alex g ]

HIII SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING. i was almost finished answering like days ago but my tumblr exploded and i didn’t have the energy to retype everything

BUT OH MY GOD UR KILLING ME. U WANT ME DEAD :(

‘Maybe he leaned a little too heavy, maybe he just hit a nerve, … "It doesn't mean anything. I know. I didn't mean to pry."‘ WHAT THE FUCKKKK :((((OUCH. :(((( just the . oughh man i’m crazy. they aren’t friends but clowns trying to reach out but they aren’t there yet and man!!! i know nothing about these guys but i wanna know what happened……. ur writing always kills me u get the angst so so well

[anarchistbitch]

anyway. that scene where ming finds mei's art about her and devon reminds me of when my mom found my diary full of johnlock musings💔

[sunson]

might fuck around and start writing again

[take-in-time]

I am going to let this minor inconvenience send me spiraling? Probably

[poppet-seed]

It's fanart for @naffeclipse time!

This is based off "Buried and Burned" from the fanfic series "Sleuth Jesters"

When I say I had to compose myself before reading and after reading I mean I was screaming into a pillow for 10 minutes.

The last paragraph was definitely the nail in the coffin for me. So I drew a lil something to represent what was going on in my head.

Eclipse with gloves when.

Anyway, this took me many hours to complete. I would've got this done yesterday but I needed to take a break for a while.

There's another version of this without all the clutter. But Im not gonna post it. But if naff wants it just hit me up in the dms.

Also, I've slowly been forcing my friends to read Sleuth jesters and... well...

Needless to say she loved it.