#thinking about when he mustve stopped

[jrueships]

rj babygirl barrett

[transvoxman]

Ok actually I was wrong in the tags, laserblast was never outwardly a jerk in highschool, not for anything that could be traced back to him. He was Always nice, he was Always the bigger person, specifically just so that no one could ever say "he wouldn't make a good hero, he was mean to me once." Poor guy created his Whole Personality around having a career as the Most Successful Hero Ever, he never did a genuine/true-to-humself thing in his whole goddamn life until he started being Venomous.

[berrymeter]

damn the way ppl interpret king from deltarune is. interesting. wild how i did not get any of this from the text at all

[hannieehaee]

18 + / mdi

content: boyfriend!mingyu & bf'sbestfriend!wonwoo, smut, afab reader, cucking (idk if this is the right term honestly), penetrative sex, mentions of oral, pov switches to wonwoo's pov like three paragraphs in, this is mostly wonwoo x reader ngl, etc.

part 2

wc: 3343

a/n: this is a continuation to mingyu's part of this reaction !!

masterlist

you'd known wonwoo for a good while now. being mingyu's girlfriend for over a year, you'd grown used to the company of his roommate, who was usually around whenever you'd go visit mingyu at their shared apartment.

it was easy to get along with wonwoo. he was an easy-going guy and also easy on the eyes, and just overall likable. you liked to think that the feeling was mutual, wanting to get along well with mingyu's best friend. you'd occasionally hang out one on one whenever you'd incidentally arrive to mingyu's apartment early, only to be let in by wonwoo. he was a gentleman, so he'd entertain you during mingyu's absence, telling you stories about the boy and at some points discussing shared interests with you.

what you didnt know was that wonwoo did like you. more than you wouldve hoped, actually.

wonwoo had known you for as long as mingyu, having been there when the two of you first met. the three of you had started off as simple acquaintances, up until mingyu decided he just had to have you, thus making you his. wonwoo had been happy for his friend, knowing mingyu to be a hopeless romantic at heart. yes, he admits, he mightve been attracted to you when you first met, but he quickly got over it upon finding out his best friend had a crush on you, even encouraging him to ask you out. having you in his immediate life proved to be interesting. it turned out that you two had a lot in common, with your personalities even aligning perfectly. that mightve explained why he was mingyu's best friend and you his best friend's girlfriend. mingyu clearly had a type.

over time, as wonwoo got to know you better, his long-gone crush seemed to want to make a comeback. what had previously been just physical attraction had turned into something more upon getting to know you. nothing ever happened to trigger his feelings, but there was only so much of your constant proximity that he could handle before his feelings resurfaced. which is where he now found himself. crushing on his best friend's pretty girlfriend, forced to occasionally join in on your dates as the perpetual third wheel.

despite any of his unreasonable emotions, he knew the feeling was not mutual, and more than that, he would never do that to his best friend. so, he did what any reasonable person would do and shoved his feelings deep within him, internally slapping himself any time his head went places it shouldn't. but that could only last so long.

it was a regular day. wonwoo had gone to the company, done his usual idol business and come back, now awaiting mingyu's arrival. except wonwoo was met with your presence instead. wonwoo had been expecting mingyu, remembering that he had told the boy about a movie they should watch together as soon as they had some extra down time. that day being today, now that they were finally back from promotions in japan and could go back to their regular schedules. he opened the door after hearing a few knocks, assuming mingyu mightve misplaced his keys again. except he was not met with his six foot tall friend upon opening the door, but instead you. it had been a while since he'd seen you. hell, it had probably been a while since mingyu had seen you. theyd just been so busy lately. he let you in, muttering a quick 'hello', avoiding eye contact a bit and stepping aside to allow you in. before he could close the door back up, you stopped him.

"oh, wait. gyu's coming up. he got us food for the movie!"

oh. had mingyu asked you to join?

his face mustve told on him, since you spoke up again almost immediately.

"is it okay im here? i can go, i know you guys are tired, i-"

the last thing he wanted you to feel was unwelcome. his stupid crush shouldnt get in the way of what was now a friendship between the two of you.

"no! stay, please. do you guys want privacy? we just came back, you must wa-"

this time you interrupted him. "no, not at all! stay, please. i love hanging out with you, nonu, you know that."

calling him by a cute nickname was not helping this for wonwoo, nor was the pretty smile you were throwing him. but he'd have to sit through an entire movie night like this, he realized.

the following thirty or so minutes went the way you'd imagine. mingyu had arrived soon after, with way too much food for three people and prepared the perfect setting for an enjoyable night between the three. wonwoo could tell his friend was beaming at the thought of finally spending a relaxing night with his two favorite people. this made him feel guilty, but he had to admit, he felt the same giddyness at the concept. in logical fashion, you and mingyu sat next to each other, slightly cuddled up while wonwoo sat on the smaller couch right next to the two of you. the three of you watched the movie for a little while, only ever speaking up every once in a while to comment on the movie. things went like this until mingyu suddenly spoke up, clapping his hands as if he suddenly remembered something.

"won! i almost forgot!", he paused the movie, sitting up from leaning against you, "i told y/n id show her the pictures we took in japan, come here!", his friend seemed so overly excited at the idea, almost vibrating as be waited for wonwoo to come sit next to him.

wonwoo made the mistake of moving his eyes a little to the left while looking at his friend, only to catch your expectant gaze as you also waited for him to close the distance. but it was enough to get him to get up and take a close seat next to mingyu, making the tall man the only separation between you and him.

mingyu had already pulled out his phone, scrolling through his gallery and stopping every few seconds to explain where the picture was, who took it and why they had edited it the way they did. he explained every minor detail while you looked at him, full attention on him. wonwoo liked that about you. it was something you did when speaking to him too. you'd always show full interest, even sharing a passion for photography and editing as he did. there had been occasions in which wonwoo himself had shown you his photography, only to be always met with praise and genuine curiosity at his skill.

they both explained the pictures, with mingyu holding the phone at an angle where both you and wonwoo could see the screen perfectly. mingyu had full control of the phone, not thinking much as he stopped by every single picture and made a few comments, allowing space each time for wonwoo's own commentary and your praise of their skills. it was a heartwarming moment for wonwoo, really. until it turned into a moment that warmed something else in him.

mingyu, in his overexcited state, was clearly not thinking much of it as he swiped picture after picture, not realizing that if he scrolled too far, he'd end up where he was now.

it was a picture of you. a very pretty picture, if wonwoo had anything to say about it. you were laying in what he could only assume to be mingyu's bed, shirt off and very very cute sheer panties covering your lower half. your face wasnt in it, only your lips. but your body was practically on full display. wonwoo had to commend you for your artistic eye. that picture could cause any man to swim across the pacific ocean just to see the contents of it in the flesh. or at least thats how wonwoo felt in that moment. time felt frozen as he stared at the image. silence had filled the room as none of you reacted. until mingyu finally unfroze, locking his phone and throwing it on the table, cursing loudly at his mistake. but the damage had been done.

wonwoo felt ashamed at his current state. he couldnt look up, only staring down at his lap as he thought of the image that was now imprinted in mind. why did he have to see that? his crush on you was already getting out of hand. there was no way be could ever look you in the eye again. but his brain, once more, betrayed him. he looked up slowly, instantly meeting your gaze. you looked as flustered as he felt, eyes widened and cheeks flushed. fuck. your face reminded him of one he had seem before. a few months back when he'd accidentally bumped into you after what he couldve only assumed to be a night well-spent with his best friend, same flushed cheeks and widened eyes, except this time you were missing the disheveled look you had carried that time.

you and wonwoo seemed unable to break eye contact, with both your gazes becoming heavier by the second. what had felt to wonwoo like minutes of agony staring into your eyes were only a few seconds to mingyu, who immediately spoke up after having thrown his phone on the table.

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry, i-" he had turned his body towards you, emphasizing how badly he felt at the position he put you under, but your eyes hadnt left wonwoo's, nor had his left yours.

you interrupted him, only breaking eye contact with wonwoo for a few seconds. "it's okay, gyu," your eyes now facing wonwoo again, "right, nonu?", your voice was sultry, only tightening up his pants even more than the initial shock of the image had.

"y-yeah."

mingyu seemed to catch on quickly after that, almost as if he'd been expecting this. he turned to his friend, still not 100% certain, "wonwoo. are you sure?"

there had been nothing wonwoo had ever been more sure about it. he broke eye contact with you for the first time in the past minute and responded, "yes."

~

"there's gonna be rules, okay?"

the three of you were now in mingyu's (and practically your) room, still fully clothed but all on the bed, already completely out of breath from the mere thought of what was about to happen. wonwoo felt like an animal. he felt himself have to put physical effort into holding back from jumping you. the way you'd been looking at him for the past while had him going insane, knowing now that the feeling was mutual.

"what are the rules?", wonwoo's eyes were still on you.

"any-" mingyu was about to speak when you interrupted him, still holding onto wonwoo's full attention.

"anything goes, except no marks and you have to be willing to share me. gyu's a bit possessive, right baby?", you stated matter-of-factly, almost in a rehearsed manner.

"wait. you've discussed this before?"

mingyu neared you, beginning to undress you from behind, giving wonwoo the perfect view of your clothing disappearing. 'we have. you're not exactly subtle, hyung.'

what? had you two known about his crush on you this whole time? he was so sure he'd kept it at bay almost expertly. had he just been embarrassing himself this whole time?

"its okay, nonu. we've discussed this. we're okay with it if you are. right, gyu?", you looked over your shoulder at the man who had now removed your shirt and shorts, leaving you in panties and a bra, much to wonwoo's dismay.

"i- are you sure? what does this mean? you-"

"hyung, dont over think it. you want her, dont you? you're my best friend, im willing to share."

well, what kind of fool would argue with that logic?

wonwoo decided to take advantage of the opportunity while it was there, approaching you as mingyu stepped aside, undressing his own self as he watched you and wonwoo.

wonwoo was entirely unsure of himself, not knowing how or where to begin. luckily for him, you seemed to take pity on him, grabbing his arms and placing them on your waist, pulling him closer to you.

"you dont have to be nervous. i want you too," you smiled sweetly at him, lifting his chin so he would look at you.

the proximity made him heat up, almost forgetting his friend, who had now sat down on the bed, perfect angle to watch him and you.

you leaned up slowly, lightly placing your lips on wonwoo's in a sweet peck. wonwoo sighed against your lips at this, letting his shoulders fall from their rigid posture and leaning against you, opening his lips a bit. you took advantage of this, meekly slipping your tongue inside his mouth as he tightened his hands around your waist, allowing his own tongue to play with yours.

kissing you was something he had imagined before; never too vividly out of respect for his best friend, but it was something he had wanted to do, never thinking he'd actually get to.

you and him kissed softly for a while, until you seemed to grow frustrated at the light kisses and began to incite him for more. your kissing became rougher, nibbling at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue, rendering him lightheaded. he moaned against your mouth, beginning to match your pase. he moaned even louder the moment he felt your hands guide his own to your breasts, which were now bare. when had you taken your bra off ..? it didn't matter, really. now he could feel the pebbles on your chest against his palms, pinching at them as you mewled softly into bis mouth. all that could be heard was the smacking of your mouths, along with the soft breaths you kept taking against each other, utterly pleased at the feeling of the softness of the other's lips.

until mingyu interrupted.

suddenly soft moaning could be heard from beside them. wonwoo reluctantly pulled away from you, looking to the side, only to find his best friend with his eyes closed, head thrown back as he had his hand under his boxers, clearly getting off at the sounds of the two of you. you didnt stop kissing wonwoo in the meantime, insistent on licking and biting softly against his neck. the softness of your touches was making wonwoo go insane. he was no longer himself, but more of a shell of what used to be, wanting to give you all control of his pleasure. which he did.

he allowed you to undress him slowly, running your hands slowly up and down his chest, kissing at him every time you uncovered a new bit of skin. you bit and licked at his nipples, making wonwoo discover a sensitive spot he didnt even know about.

he enjoyed your attentiveness, but felt a small tug in the back of his mind at the thought of your boyfriend sitting nearby, simply watching.

"gyu, baby," you finally said after having laid wonwoo down on the bed, sitting on top of him while looking to the side at your boyfriend, "how do you wanna do this?"

wonwoo simply sat there, afraid that if he said anything he'd break the spell. he was willing to take whatever you gave him. he was already addicted to the sight of your bare body on top of him, somehow beating the picture he had seen just twenty minutes ago.

"do whatever you want, baby. have your fun n then ill eat his cum out of you n fill you with mine, sound good?", he slurred, seemingly rubbing at himself at a snail pace in order to savor the sight in front of him.

in any other instance, wonwoo wouldnt have understood why mingyu was getting off at the sight of his best friend and his girlfriend fucking, but it was you. wonwoo would also give anything to see you in the throes of passion from a third person perspective, so he felt no judgement for his friend as he practically tuned him out.

"you heard him, nonu. how do you want me?", you asked sweetly, caressing his skin softly while stopping to rub at his nipples every once in a while.

wonwoo was fucked. he felt the ability to speak leave him completely. he was rendered completely useless, a doll for you to play with however you wanted. but his sight right now was one he wanted to commit to memory, so mustering all his willpower, he lifted his hands and placed them on your hips, pressing you closer against him.

"like this, baby. please," that earned a whine from gyu, who was still self-inflicting the most painful pleasure imaginable by edging himself at the sight of you.

he humphed at wonwoo, "no! get a different pet name. shes my baby."

wonwoo chuckled at this, but nodded over at his friend. "fine. like this, princess. yeah?"

you nodded at wonwoo, quickly adjusting yourself so you could easily slip him inside you, but only after being interrupted by mingyu again, reminding you to slip on a condom, "because you were only his to fuck raw."

"gyu, baby. like this? have a good angle? need me to move?"

"no, baby. you're perfect. now bounce on him for me, yeah? wanna see my pretty girl feel good," all his words were slurred, going on almost ten minutes of watching yours and wonwoo's foreplay.

"'kay baby. are you ready, nonu? wanna feel me?", you leaned down to kiss at him again, seemingly loving the feeling of your lips connecting as much as wonwoo did.

he nodded, felling you up as be awaited the upcoming feeling of your warmth wrapping around him.

your descent drove wonwoo insane. he doesnt think he's ever moaned that loudly before, nor does he think he's ever seen a prettier sight than your blissed out face as you felt him fill you up. the contrast of your movements right now compared to your soft touches earlier was laughable. it seemed like something had possessed you, making you bounce and grind on wonwoo at an animalistic pace, moaning incessantly at the feeling of his cock filling you up.

wonwoo was different from you, as his reaction was just pure bliss from the feeling of you, humping upwards with a lack of rhythm; just animalistic instinct to get himself as deep inside you as possible.

mingyu could be heard moaning from the background. you'd occasionally disconnect your eyes from wonwoo's form to make eyes at your boyfriend, giving him even more material for jacking off.

it went on like this until you began to near your end, which is when wonwoo believes he went truly insane. you began to grind at an angle that would bring gratification to your clit, practically crying on his cock. your hands went up to play with your nipples, stimulating yourself as much as possible. wonwoo wanted nothing more than to make you meet your end, grabbing harsher onto your hips and guiding your movements. he leaned up to kiss and suck at your tits, making you throw your head back and quicken your movements even more. you were in heaven and so was he. mingyu seemed to be too, as when wonwoo peeked a look at him he was practically crosseyed at the sight of you, arched back whining on his friend's cock.

your ends found you almost simultaneously. mingyu had been first, finally allowing himself to reach his high after edging himself for so long. soon followed wonwoo, spilling into the condom, causing you to cum at the sight of his pleasure. it took a bit for all of you to catch your breaths, staying silent for a bit until wonwoo broke the silence.

"shit. please tell me this isnt a one time thing."

you and gyu giggled at each other. wonwoo hoped that was a good sign.

a/n: lol lmk if u want a cont. with gyu's part

[flev0rium]

okay and. choreman yes right i do think choreman is an amazing ship but also i think they get together way after the finale. like many many years after, in the time where barely anyone remembers who house and wilson were, in the time where chase is the world famous diagnostician, when foreman is the one stopping chase from doing insane procedures to patients (and yet not really stopping — because they both know itll work, its not like foreman genuienly doesnt belive in chases ability, but its almost as an inside joke. a lighthearted thing. inside joke only they understand, because nobody remembers who house and wilson were.) and where they joke about how chase turned into a slightly less misanthrophic house. theyre two middle aged men, friends of so many years, theyve seen each other at their worsts and they share so much.

maybe they hang out on the balcony between the balcony that used to connect houses and wilsons offices — maybe they share a drink or two after work, watching sun set down and they talk about the past. they crack a few jokes about the ducklings and their fathers and how theyve become fathers to a bunch of ducklings, too. the new team. the alcohol continues flowing and they continue cracking jokes — even foreman, because he actually lets himself be unserious and relaxed around chase, the only one who knows him like that — about the old times and about how the fathers deffinetly mustve been secretly married. how theyre just like them, how apples dont fall far from trees, their hands get closer. more alcohol, more jokes, more sitting on the balcony, less care and less worries. theyve known each other for so long and it finally clicked. a subtle kiss.

they grow into each other, they become a thing way later.

u see what i mean?

[quimichi]

TW: obsessive behavior, stealing

SUMMARY: He couldn't take his eyes off you...why are you so...catching? So pretty to look at...Why do you have to have this beautiful soul...and why would he do anything for you?

CHARACTERS: SUB!Yandere x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 854

*character in the picture: Yoshiki - The summer Hikaru died

¡! ❞ Akito always loved beautiful things. Since childhood he loved to watch the sunset or sunrise. His parents always had to stop their car when there was a rainbow so he could take a picture with his little kids toy camera. When he got older, he also hot into poetry. He found his mothers poetry book in the bookshelf before he could even understand half the words written there. He just knew those words and phrases must be pretty.

¡! ❞ All things fascinate him, because all things are beautiful in some way. So it wouldn't have been much of a surprise that when he sees you, he would fall hard.

¡! ❞ But...it was. There he was, standing his eyes almost popping out of his skull while he introduces himself to the class. He just moved here, everything i so new to him. There's so much to discover! But he had no idea he would discover love...discover you.

¡! ❞ He stared, directly at you, you saw and felt it. Normally, you'd think its really weird, cause it is. But since he appears so cute and innocent, you shake it off as a nervous fixation. Surely someone like him wouldn't be THAT weird. Wrong...

¡! ❞ The teacher decides the best place for him to sit, is the free place beside you. There are many more free seats, but you were one of the nicest in class, so your teacher figured it would be best if Akito sat beside you. Maybe you will even show him around? Introduce him to the new environment?

¡! ❞ So he sat down beside you, and immediately introduced himself, "Akito." He extends his hand, wanting you to shake it, and of course you place your hand in his...oh-your hand is...so warm? It feels nice against his skin. Your skin against his. Youe have really nice hands, with hands like these you MUST obviously do something. Art? Maybe you compose songs? Poetry maybe! "I know-!" you giggle as you shake his hand. Akito tilts his head, "Huh?...oh-i already introduced myself-!" He's a little ashamed, but he had worse situations. Your beauty is just...he doesn't know how to describe it, it caught him off guard a bit.

¡! ❞ "I'm Y/N, it's really nice to meet you." You shake his hand, you can't deny it, he's kinda cute. But the introduction was short lived because the lesson was about to start. While you were able to pay attention, Akito was not. He doesn't dislike school, but neither does he love it. Hes a pretty good student, he can pay attention. But rn the lesson is just bugging him the wrong way. It cut you off, you couldn't talk to him anymore...He wanted to hear more of your voice...what a shame, truly.

¡! ❞ But its ok, he can just sit there and learn about you! Oh, now he knows what those hands do. Your handwriting is pretty, the way that pen flows over the paper makes it look so elegant, so easy. You wouldn't pay much attention to it cause well, its not really important is it? Its just your handwriting. But Akito already memorized how each letter is written, connects with the other, how they look in combinations.

¡! ❞ You, again, notice his stare. And, again, you shake it off. You move your hand over and turn the paper into his vision, "there." You honestly just thought he wants to see your notes and maybe copy some of them. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO NICE??? Why is his heart pounding so much?? Is this love? No, it can't be you two just met??

¡! ❞ at the end of class he noticed how one of your pens mustve rolled off your table. Seems like you also didn't noticed...so you wouldn't notice if he would take it, right? You're so nice you wouldn't mind one pen less right? Its also the pen you took your notes with!...that means your warm soft hands touched it...pretty hands.

¡! ❞ Quickly he shoves it into his pocket before someone notices him and walks out right after you, following along like a lost puppy. You know where the next class is, so you don't mind. But he actually forgot about this fact and just wanted to follow you, because...well youre interesting. He keeps playing with the pen in his pocket, the material is nice. You must probably like the pen if you take notes with it. And he saw more of the same brand laying around on your desk. Is it your favorite brand? Should he buy you some?...Or do you have enough? Wait-why did you stop walki-

¡! ❞ He bumped into your back, or more specifically, your backpack. "Sorry-! I uh...didn't pay attention to where i was going..." You laugh it off, saying its ok while walking away to a friend.

¡! ❞ Odd...this feeling in his stomach, the sudden drop. Perhaps...jealousy? Is he truly jealous of your friend? Just because you walked over to them to talk to them instead of you? Cause your attention shifted?...

to be continued?

I realized I take waaay to long so--more parts? Was it even good???

[seal-berry]

ngl i feel like people get too cutesy about laios sometimes. at the start of the series sure he has maricelle and chilchuk but maricelle is mostly there for his sister and chilchuk is on his payroll. which doesnt discount that they definitely have a bond but its a bond that likely would not have been forged if both of them hadnt been attenuated to laios over time working with him. the only people who like laios for laios with no “in spite of”s, no need for him to overcome that impression of incompetence, are his sister and senshi, and he only met senshi when he stopped masking his special interest AFTER BEING DISCOURAGED TO by maricelle and chilchuk. he outsmarts the giant evil demon and people still think it mustve been a bumbling accident. kabru resents his abilities and fucks him over for the crime of forgetting his name. (SO REAL) living life as an autistic and being constantly misunderstood or underestimated even by your friends and knowing youre labelled as the weird struggle friend isnt a tee hee cute experience really.

[milkcryy]

thinking about sinister mark and sigh.

hopping on the bandwagon. i have some choice Thoughts about him that id like to air out.

(keep in mind that i am NOT A DARK BLOG!!! stuff i say in this post is Very close to toeing the line of being borderline SCARY TO ME. im a soft bitch) also no non/dubcon bc consent is important to me.

minors dni with this post cause it gets a little spicy under the cut..

these dark blogs kinda make me see the sinister mark vision.. like..... theres so many possibilities when it comes to him

CW: he eats you out while youre on your period + more. it gets bloody.

that is a man who KNOWS what he wants and GETS it. so desperate and borderline animalistic about you that when he rushes in a blur to pin you to a wall, it cracks. muttering and panting in your ear about what hes about to do to you, and you just know both of you wont make it out of this without blood being involved. hes pressing up against you, still in his stupid suit. smooth as the material rubbed against your back, stinking with his sweat.

hed start out considerably gentle with it, hands shaking from holding himself back from the worst of what he was fantasizing of doing to you. pinning you hips down to keep you from squirming despite your quips about you being on your period. he'd lick his lips, his heart racing even faster when he pulls down your pants. even better, he rasps, dragging his hands down your thighs and leaning in close between them. you couldnt see his eyes through how opaque and dark his goggles were, but you could tell his eyes were blinking heavily with lust just to swallow you whole without remorse.

and maybe you let him, spreading your legs for him. like a bunny letting a wolf clamp its jaws around the other's neck. he was going to drain you dry.

he wastes no time eating you out, lips and tongue working at your sweet spots in the best way possible. something something his grip on your hips bruising you. something something he haphazardly spits on your clit as if it wasnt slick enough, the room filling with the biting scent of metal. mercilessly tonguing you even after youre finished, thighs squeezing around mark's head, unable to compose yourself when every nerve is ridden with overwhelming pleasure.

before you know it, youre forced on your hands and knees. a rough hand at the back of your head forcing your face down onto the bed when his tip rubs at your bloody, dripping entrance. he mustve ripped the crotch area of his suit off, you barely have time for the thought to process when he's hurriedly pushing his dick inside you, when the tip presses just a little painfully against your cervix, he relishes the squeak you let out, muffled by the bedsheets.

mark wastes no time with this, hips moving at a relentless pace, coaxing - no - forcing moans and squeaks from you as if he were pulling the pathetic sounds out of you with his bare hands. and his grip was a vice, merciless thing. though there was no relief when his hand lets go of the back of your head, arms shaking and struggling to prop yourself up. licking your blood off his lips, mark leans in, his chest pressing against your back. grunting in your ear. your eyes shoot open to the feeling of mark's teeth clamping harshly down onto your shoulder. you cry out, whether in pain or pleasure, you didnt know, but the harder his jaw clamped, you were sure it was some mix of both. your skin gave way, sharp canines piercing your shoulder like he was some feral dog. the small drops of blood that slithered from the wound were quickly lapped up by a rough, bloodthirsty tongue.

when both of you are finished, you dont stop leaking his cum from your hole for a whole day. you body is practically covered with livid bruises and bite marks. and whenever you see them in the mirror, you brandish them like its a shining, bright fucking gold medal.

[ipegchangbin]

changbin pegger i invite you to walk with me, come on take my hand, here’s a suspiciously perfect peach for you my love.

i’ve been having dreams and visions and hallucinations, a single face plaguing my every waking thought, a certain curly haired fiend (no no, not our usual small chunky furry friend) today i command a “bang chan” as they (kids these days) call him. in my dreams i am sitting at a bar all dark and cool and tall and beautiful and mysterious, as i am, and this enchanting little minx is just sitting there, all cute and pretty and fuckable, as he is, and i want him and he wants me but he’s shy u know :( the poor guy, he steals his glances and i just full on ogle, send a smirk his way here and there, but oh no he’s turning away now and he’s not smiling back, maybe i read him wrong maybe he- or not because he’s suddenly making his way over, conjuring up some confidence, okay my turn! i entertain him a little, we talk, i buy him a drink (it’s just coke, he says he doesn’t drink, he’s just here with friends, it’s okay i can work with that) maybe, maybe just maybe he’s staring at my lips too much by the time our drinks are gone and we’re all close and personal, and mayyybe we kiss and everything is beautiful, the sun sets as a double rainbow paints the sky and i can hear the laughter of a thousand pink dolphins

and then i take him to my penthouse (the club bathroom) AND I FREAK IT, I FREAK IT SO GOOD SO NICE SO SWEET, as i do, we both came so much all over his stomach and i have to set him on the counter to catch his breath and then i clean him up and leave first, and he never stops thinking about me, i intentionally did not give him my number, whatever i said about being dark and mysterious (and did i mention tall and beautiful?) and no dick will ever compare to mine

and then i wake up changbin pegger unfortunately 😣😣😣😣

side note: i realized writing this it’s probably my first time sending an ask in my years of tumblr history, i’ve never had anything to say but u enchant me changbin pegger they should make u president of the world

beloved fruitcakebin you have truly blessed me with your experience in the dreamworld and i cannot get enough of this (and thank you for the beautiful peach it mustve taken you far too many laps around your grandfathers land to find the perfect one)

🏷️ sub!bang chan, dom!gn!reader, public bathroom tipsy sex

i love the idea of discovering and befriending a meek channie while in a social event…there’s something so charming about a guy who doesn’t even want to drink alcoholics to let loose.

maybe you’re the vice he’s looking for.

so as you make your advances, inch closer and get the boy’s awkwardness riled up to a ten, he looks cuter when he’s flushed and flustered. as pink as the peach you offered to me — peach soda in his hands — and he’s drowning in both the fizzy sip and your sparkling gaze.

you’re eating him up with your eyes alone.

or maybe your lips, because before you both know it, the self-introductions turn into spontaneous kisses.

neither of you know how it happened, maybe it was the intimate distance and semi-privacy in a sea of drunk people, but

you invite him over to the restroom with you because “you need someone to guide you” or something of the sort: it doesn’t matter, he follows you anyway. you expect him to.

he’s a mindless dog at this point, only loyal to a person he just met.

he follows you into the stall without thinking at all and you’re grateful that nobody seems to notice, because his eyes are only set on you even if he’s sober yet drunk on your love.

realizing he’s right there in the stall with you, you say “fuck it” out loud and it gets his cock harder than it already was. you can tell how hot and heavy it is, straining against his pants as you pull the fabric down while crashing your lips against his plump ones again.

chan tastes the alcohol on your mouth but also the sweetness of lust and it spurs him on. he moans without a care in the world and he’s accidentally loud. when you break away from the kiss, he hungers for more, leaning in with a desperation that you have to chuckle at. you’ve never met one like him.

“y/n,” he mutters and you’re surprised he still remembers your name, “may i touch you?”

you smirk. “hmm, i wanted to touch you first.”

you cup his balls through his underwear and he whimpers like a hurt puppy, but there’s a need and satisfaction in his system that he can’t explain. it feels too good to be wrong but he lets your hand play with him, running your fingers up the shaft before squeezing his thick cock even if it’s so big and dumb that it barely fits your hand.

you jerk him while kissing him — more like biting his lips and leaving hickeys on surrounding sensitive skin — and he’s undressing you hurriedly, cupping your chest and reaching for your bottoms only to realize that he’s about to get fucked with the aggression escalating from your end.

you rub your crotch on his exposed cock and ride his lower body against the wall, grabbing him by the neck and calling him pathetic things.

“such a good boy. can’t believe you were so shy. do you want to be a slut or do you want to be my favorite toy?”

chan’s head spins and he can’t keep up, your hand digs into his neck while the other tugs on his hair as you keep going and going. your hips roll so well on his, his pelvis starts to shake from the sheer pleasure, your words and raspy post-tipsy voice takes him to heaven, you ride his shirt up to expose his toned stomach, and—

“y/n! fuck!”

he cums, screaming almost, shooting his own load all over himself while you spray your essence on his cock.

you lick up the hand marks on his neck, down to his heaving chest (and nipples), and lick his own cum off his abs. he’s so particularly savory with a sweet aftertaste that it might just addicting.

chan’s a shaking mess and he backs into the wall of the stall while you clean up his still-leaking cock with your tongue.

but it feels so good.

you don’t give him your number. you don’t do anything. you merely kiss him goodbye and all he has of you is your cum on his body, your alluring face ingrained in his mind, along with a dark and mysterious name that haunts him for what seems to be forever.

a week later, your stroll downtown makes you meet face-to-face with chan again, and he looks like a puppy that found its way back home.

“hi, y/n!” he smiles, as if he hadn’t just had a wet dream about you the night prior to your fated meeting.

thank you beloved fruitcakebin, ill think about this ask forever, you should start writing this (while i write dj!chan)

[kenlvry]

omg can I ask the first time the boys meet the reader they were beat up by the reader for insulting something (e.g their cat or something) or they made a crude joke? Basically almost like Annie Leonhart and stuff xjsjdjjs

beating up the boys

an; helloooo, anyways i was skimming through my requests and found this, love the concept and cute pic, i screenshotted it hihi, hope you like this! everyone is aged up, 17-18 in craigs you didnt beat him up but yeaaa just read

kenny mccormick

when he first met you , kyle brought you over to stans house where you all hung out. the other two didn't seem bothered by your presence and he asked who you were , kyle introduced you saying you knew tips on the game they were about to play, kenny thought you were attractive and complemented you "damn you got fine ass" kenny blurted that out smirking, the other three knew how you were and you didn't like the perverted comment he made, you straight up slapped him, bro he was shook. no girl ever reacted that way, they always blushed, he was determined that next time you'd blush at him. so he spent weeks flirting with you and by now he realize he got a fat crush on you and just know the flirtings are way more intense.

stan marsh

kenny brought the others to your house because you had a pool and asked if he and the other can play in it, you agreed having known kenny a while now and wanting to meet his other friends. they all came over and greeted you, you were homeschooled so you didn't have that many friends. while they were admiring your house your sphynx cat came over and meowed demanding you feed him, cartman had a cat of his own so he didn't care and kyle wasn't the type to judge a cat, stan however was disgusted, man he made the most foul faces "ew what is that its so ugly why doesn't it have fur?!!" you stopped your tracks and stared at him, kenny knew how defensive you were abt your cat "omg stan say sorry" before stan could reply a hit was blown to his face, you punched him. "get the fuck out and don't even think about swimming in my pool bitch" stan ran away and wanted to say sorry but everytime he saw you at the parks you flipped him off, he tried everything. by the time he bought you flowers just to make you forgive him, he knew he was inlove. the next time he saw you he was all nervous and looked like he was about to puke.

kyle brofloski

the four of them were out at the mall looking for things to do when you bumped into them, he remembered you because last week you came over to stans house to hang out, kyle was supposed to be there but he got sick. the other three greeted you knowing you for a while now after the meet up, kyle introduced himself to you and apologized for not showing up. he then ask what you four were playing at stans house "oh dude you shouldve come over we all played wrestling and y/n kicked ass" kyle laughed, "damn your all weak af, shes a girl her punches mustve been weak" in a desperate attempt to get closer to you he blurted out the most overused misogynistic joke ever "oh shit i didn't mea-" he felt his cheek sting and realized you had punched him "weak? dont make me laugh" you walked off, the next day he tried everything to get your attention and say sorry, you ignored him and he was in tears bro, he would 'unintentionally' bump into you, would try to help you with homework everything bro. in class while he was staring at you thinking about tactics and he realized how pretty you were. he started blushing like crazy, you now realize how kyle doesn't come and beg you to forgive him rather he stares at you from afar and whenever you made eyecontact he'd look away all smiley

eric cartman

bro is foul, when he first met you he made the most misogynistic joke ever like he cracked so many jokes without even looking at your death face. you just stared at him while he was calling you the other words for female. he realized it was silent and looked over at kyle stan and kenny who was dead silent and nervously looking at the floor "why aren't you laughing?? you know i make good jokes" and then before he could make another sexist joke you kicked him in his nuts, and punched him "fuck you asshole lets see you try making kids 6 years from now" you walk away and stopped "if anyone even wants you that is" you continued, bro the other three broke out laughing you were foul for that 😭😭. cartman wasn't happy, everytime he saw you at school he'd glare and make sexist jokes that were loud so you can here but everytime you stared back he'd stop. he tried everything to get your attention, even at lunch all he talks about is you "shut the fuck up fatass, at this point you might as well make her your girlfriend" cartman was offended but the more he thought about it the more right kyle was. damn, he is lovestruck, no girl has ever did that to him. so now he tries being closer to you, you were friends and you didnt want to be close friends but cartman was desperate, hmmm you wonder why...?

craig tucker

like always he flips everyone off so it was no different when he first met you, you greeted him so nicely but you just get a middle finger "dude what the hell is wrong with you, fucking jerk go stick your middle finger somewhere else" craig was a little shocked you actually fought back, usually people just get offended and stayed silent. "I'll stick it up your moms ass" he said proudly, he thought he was funny for that but you looked sad and your eyes were glassy you ran away wiping your tears discreetly "dude what the hell her mom died 5 days ago, thats the whole reason she came here" kyle said, everyone knew because they greeted you when you first moved in. craig felt so bad, when he saw you in class he tried talking to you but you flipped him off, he took it as a note you were not in the mood of talking, during lunch he tried talking to you again but you flipped him off again!! now he knew what other people felt fr, its been a week now and you don't know how many times you've flipped Craig off now, people started calling you Craig's long lost twin. craig was going crazy over you, he would look at you during class, find time to talk to you and even planning to go to your house just so he can apologize. "craig, stop staring at y/n, just go confess already" Craig got sent back to reality by cartman, and he was right maybe he should go confess. he knew what he felt for you wasn't just because he wanted to say sorry but because he liked you. this Friday he'll both apologize and confess, bro already bought the flowers and everything , you better be ready to be titled as craigs girlfriend

[shijieswife]

i think about how happy shijie mustve been to be in a happy marriage. how she saw her parents broken, loveless marriage, and must have known thats whats in store for her, as she looks at a boy a little older than her didis, who already looks past her like everyone else and hates her, for trapping him in a marriage with a weak, useless cultivator. who he didnt love.

she must have been so happy, when the betrothal broke. still sad, always sad, always caused by the boy who she - didnt love, but could love, or loved the idea of, she didnt know. the boy who besmirched her name and embarrassed her publically, the both of them, the both of their clans. but she would be free. of a loveless marriage. of making the boy - she didnt quite love, didnt quite hate - unhappy. making herself unhappy. maybe, she would have a husband who loved her, and little ones she would raise with the same gentle hand she raised her didis.

(i think she was scared. a little, a lot. because she hardly had the best marital prospects, and to be a spinster is a fate worse than death.)

but i think she would have been happier when jin zixuan, matured and so grown up, spat out an embarrassing confession to her. after chasing after her, finding excuses to be with her. she must have been happy, to finally get that romance, that she only heard about. dreamed about. longed for.

she mustve been happy at her wedding. bittersweet, without her xianxian there, a large piece of her heart missing. happy, that she could have shown him her wedding robes. married to a man, she knows, xianxian would begrudgingly approve of as the years went on, as a-xuan grew to be more and more good, finally shedding the last of the gentrys silly ideas. dangerous ideas. (she can only hope that for a-cheng, too. she never had to worry about that for a-xian)

she must have been the most happy, when her stomach swelled and her husband strutted around like - well, yes. a peacock ! attended to her every whim, made her giggle. jin furen, for all her faults, saw to her like the mother she never had, all fussing and gentle hands. still sharp, ever the violet spiders sworn sister (or something more), yet kind in a way yu ziyuan could never have been.

and when she held jin ling in her arms, his chubby cheeks, his fat hands clutching her finger so tightly, like he was afraid of her leaving. grabbing his fathers sword, disregarding everything else, like he feared for a-xuan leaving, too. jin rulan, she thought, pleased.

i think, even in the last few weeks, she was happy. even when her a-xuan died, and all she could manage was one long wail, in the recess of their room. when they accused her a-xian of such vile things, things he would never do, not in his right mind, not on purpose. when jin ling cried, and would not stop, unless he held his fathers sword. because jin ling was there, her lingling was still there. she could be happy, for him.

i think she was happy, when she died. because her wei ying was there, her xianxian was still there. she would be happy, that he would live to see another day.

still sad, for her lingling, her didis, the mess she would be leaving behind. but hopeful. because she hoped that her a-ling would forgive her, that he would be raised well, into a good man.

but happy, because she knew wherever she would go, in the next life, she would be reunited with all the pieces of her heart.

and hopefully, it would be happier.

[jacksfandomrandom]

~Starved~

Summary: Vaggie feels like she needs to skip meals and starve herself after she realizes she's gained weight. Charlie recognizes this behaviors and stops it before it gets worse

TW: Eating disorders!!

It wasn’t rare for Vaggie to have a cluster fuck of negative emotions. She had an insane amount of religious guilt, even though she’s now in hell. The way she viewed herself wasn’t exactly healthy. She didn’t think of herself as equal to others. She thought of herself as filth who doesn’t even deserve kindness. I mean, how could she? She’s a waste of space.so you could say that waking up to these thoughts weren’t her ideal way of waking up.

Vaggie sat up in bed and stretched, accidentally smacking Charlie who was doing the same.

“Sorry, I forgot i had them for a sec,” Vaggie apologized.

“No, no, Its okay, you’re not used to them,” Charlie assured. She slid out of bed and went to go get ready. Vaggie followed her as well.

Charlie had showered the night before so she skipped doing it this morning. So while vaggie was in the shower, Charlie did her morning routine. The thing she didn’t notice though, was how Vaggie wasn’t her usual self. Luckily they had a shower curtain so Charlie couldn’t see tears in Vaggies eyes.

As she was showering Vaggie looked down and noticed she now had a bit of a gut. She wasn’t as skinny as Charlie due to her intense training. If anything she was meaty and a bit chubby. It made her feel like shit. 

She tried not to panic as she saw it. It looked so big. How could Charlie ever like this disgusting creature? She used to be fit. The, she realized something. She had been overeating. The stress of heaven and Charlie finding out about her being an angel mustve made her begin to stress eat. She remembered all of those times she snuck into the pantry and fridge. Looking back on it, she felt ashamed. What an ugly monster she was. 

Slowly, she stepped out of the showered and dried herself off. The scale against the wall looked menacingly at her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She knew it would make her feel worse but she needed to know. So, walking at a slow pace, she stepped on the scale.

178

Shit. She gained. Tears fell out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She quickly dried them off. Not only was she hideous, but she was also pathetic.

She stepped off and went to get ready. Her wings very much needed to be preened but she didn’t feel like doing so. Why would she want to take care of something that caused others so much pain? Her wings reminded her of the things she’s done. They made her feel even more ashamed of herself. So she skipped preening them for now. 

After getting changed and drying her hair, she walked downstairs. In the kitchen, she saw Charlie was cooking something. Feeling tired and icky, Vaggie walked up behind and wrapped her arms around her waist. She was too short for her neck.

“Hey, hon, You want some eggs?” Charlie asked. 

Vaggie pulled away from Charlie’s warmth and took a look at the scrambled eggs. They actually looked really good. They had some peppers and onions in them as well as a bit of cheese. She wanted to say yes, but stopped herself.

“Um, no thanks, I’m good. Not exactly hungry just yet,” She answered nervously.

“You sure? You know Angel will devour them when he gets down here,” Charlie said.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Vaggie said. She didn’t know all that much about health, but she did know that if you eat too much, you gain, so if you skip eating, surely you’ll lose weight.

Vaggie went to sit on the couch in the lobby and wait for the rest to come down so they could begin activities. But smelling the food charlie was cooking made her stomach growl. She needed something to curb this hunger. So she began to chew on her lip, not having any gum available.

Little by little, the residents trickled down the elevator and met up in the kitchen. They seemed to be having fun and joking around in the kitchen. Vaggie felt left out and excluded but she knew that if she went into that kitchen, she'd ruin herself. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, everyone came into the lobby’s common area. 

“Alright everyone! Before we begin, I’d just like to congratulate Angel on making incredible progress. He hasn’t sexually harassed any residents at all this week!” Charlie announced.

Vaggie could barely pay attention. All she could focus on was how much better everyone else looked and acted. Angel actually had something on his chest, Charlie had the perfect body weight, and Nifty actually seemed happy. Damn, she wished she had good mental health. 

Before she even realized, she was staring at Angel’s perfect body.

“Oi tit-less, you see something you wish ya had?” He teased her. She looked away and blushed.

“Angel, I just congratulated you, don’t make me take it back,” Charlie warned.

“Fine, fine,” he groaned. She spoiled his fun.

The activity that they would be doing was going out and advertising the hotel. They would split up into groups and meet back at the hotel later. So Charlie and Vaggie walked down the streets together, handing out a couple of fliers and trying to get people's attention. This one guy from afar seemed to be eyeing them. Charlie saw him and thought he was looking to get a flyer. Vaggie however, thought he was judging them. She had her wings out but quickly put them away. She didn’t want anyone else seeing her angelic wings.

The man did come over to take a flier but then left. 

A group of people walked down the side walk that they were handing the fliers out on. They looked like teenage assholes.

“Ay, fat-ass, go fucking kill youself and free the princess from having pity-sex with you,” The group of boys burst out in laughter. Well, now we know why they were in hell.

Vaggie really wanted to spear them but just couldn’t find the motivation. They were probably right. Why fight the truth?

Charlie’s demon form came right out though and she began growling at them. They just laughed at her and skedaddled.

“Fuck, I’m sorry about those boys, Vaggie. You know I would never love you out of pity,” Charlie reassured her. Even though she knew deep down Charlie loved her, the boy’s insults felt real. 

“It’s alright, lets just go home,” Vaggie said. The sadness in her tone was incredibly obvious to Charlie that she was hurt by the comments.

“How about I take you out to lunch?” Charlie offered, hoping a date would help her feel better.

“I’m fine, can we go home?” Vaggie asked once again, a sense of urgency in her voice. She didn’t know why she was so hurt by this. Why did she feel like crying? It was pathetic. She needed to collect herself

“Vaggie, you haven’t eaten all day-”

“I said I’m fine, Charlie!” Vaggie snapped. Charlie looked hurt but also worried.

“I’ll see you at the hotel,” Vaggie walked off.

Back at the hotel, Vaggie stormed into the building. She went over to the bar and poured herself a shot before slamming it down and going upstairs. She needed to distract herself. Usually Charlie would help but she had just yelled at her. Oh shit. Vaggie realized that she had snapped at her girlfriend. Some partner she was.

She ran into her bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She hugged Charlie’s pillow. The scent of Charlie still lingered, providing a little bit of comfort.

It was about 4:45 when Charlie and the rest returned. Charlie went up to their room, knowing that was where Vaggie would be.

“Hey, You okay? You don’t normally snap like that…” she walked in and sat on the bed where Vaggie was laying.

“I know, and I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair to you. I was just having a bad day,” Vaggie mumbled. Charlie took off her shoes and laid down in bed too, facing towards her. Out of habit, Vaggie immediately snuggled into her chest. The princess held her as they cuddled in bed together.

After about 20 minutes, Charlie stopped cuddling her and got out of the bed. Vaggie rubbed her eyes. She was so close to falling asleep.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I have to make dinner. Everyone’s going to eat together tonight, remember?” She said, putting her blazer back on.

“Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll just stay here,” Vaggie told her. That gave Charlie an idea. She’ll make Vaggie’s favorite tonight! 

As Charlie made dinner, Vaggie mentally prepared as she dreaded suppertime. 

Eventually, Charlie called everyone down to come enjoy the meal she made. As vaggie walked downstairs, she couldn’t help but feel weird. Her legs were shaky and she felt a bit light-headed.

As she sat down at the table with everyone else, she saw the meal that Charlie had made. It was her favorite type of empanada and spanish rice. She felt so grateful. Her stomach was so hungry. It was about to eat itself. 

So when Charlie sat down and told them to dig in, Vaggie ate. It was delicious. Well, it wasn’t fully authentic but she hadn’t had food from her culture in a long time. 

Halfway through her seconds, she began to feel guilty. She knew it was wrong. Her stomach was already bloating and she felt so full. She froze right when the spoon was about to enter her mouth. She put it down.

What had she done?! She looked down at her big stomach and panicked. She needed to get rid of the food she just devoured. How? Then she got an idea. She was going to throw it up. She needed to do it right now. She was obsessing too much to have patience and wait till dinner was over.

“M-may I be excused?” Vaggie asked, panicky.

“Yes but-” before Charlie could even finish her sentence, Vaggie booked it.

“Vaggie?! Shit, I'll be right back,” Charlie told them before following her. Vaggie had already gotten a head start but Charlie knew where she was heading. To their room.

Vaggie ran up the stairs and into the room. She needed this nauseous full feeling to go away! Running into the bathroom, she grabbed her tooth brush and kneeled before the toilet. She shoved the teeth cleaning stick and made it hit the back of her throat. Not even a second passed and she heaved into the toilet, throwing a mix of rice, meats and vegetables up into the water of the bowl. she did it again and again until something pulled her toothbrush gripped hand away from her body.

“Stop!” She heard Charlie yell. She looked up from the half digested dinner in the bowl and saw her. Out of nowhere she began sobbing. Full blown ugly crying. It was so sudden that Charlie didn’t know what to do. Vaggie felt so disgusted that she needed to do this in order to feel good about herself. Charlie probably fucking hates her because of this. Just seeing Charlie’s concerned face made her want to puke, cry, and die all over again.

“Hey, hey, shh, shh, I’m not mad,” Charlie tried to comfort her. She gently took the tooth brush out of her hand and wiped it off with a bit of toilet paper before throwing it into the sink. It was pretty gross but then again, she’s done worse things with Vaggie when it came to cleanliness.

Vaggie sobbed harder. Why was she such a damn mess? She needed to be better, a protector, but her body just wanted her to wail. It felt like she was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do.

“Sh, shh, its okay, babe, I love you,” Charlie pulled her away from the toilet bowl and hugged her from the side. Charlie rocked her, held her, rubbed her back, played with her hair, and gave her a scalp massage until she calmed down. It took a while as Vaggie was very emotional, but that’s okay. Vaggie didn’t cry often, so Charlie just assumed it was all coming out right then and there. 

“M sorry, I don’t know why I was crying,” She said once she was finished.

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize for crying,” Charlie threatened, “but we can talk about that later. Do you mind telling me why you were forcing yourself to throw up?”

Vaggie looked down. Charlie still had a comforting hand rubbing her back.

“I-... I don’t want to look like this…” she explained, “I’m so fucking hideous. I’m getting chubby. I don’t like that! I- I- I don’t want to look like that!” She began to panic now.

“Hey, Hey, shhh, deep breaths,” Charlie instructed. Vaggie inhaled deeply and held it for a couple of seconds before exhaling, feeling much calmer.

“M- My depressive thoughts were really bad today. When I showered, I weighed myself and found out I gained weight. A lot too. It didn’t feel good and it made me so obsessive and anxious. I’ve been stress eating too and I just want to stop eating altogether so the weight will be gone,” She explained.

Charlie looked at her with a concerned, yet supportive face. She was very worried for her mental health. She new that Vaggie sometimes dealt with depression and obsessive thoughts but never knew they were this bad. She just wished she knew sooner and could help her before it got too bad.

“Look. I don’t care about your weight or what you look like. You’re beautiful no matter what. I love you for you. I know it may seem small compared to all your thoughts but trust me, you are amazing,” She took one of Vaggie’s hand’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “Now about what to do next, I get it if you don’t feel like eating. I won’t force you to do anything but I can help you with the stress eating stuff. Would you like that?” 

Vaggie nodded. Dealing with that would probably be healthier than starving herself but she still didn’t exactly want to eat. It’s already become sort of a habit. Twice every week she would skip two meals a day. But sometimes, she’ll stress eat and consume a lot of snacks on those days. So she didn’t like the idea of having to eat at meal times on her specific skip days.

“Remember, you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you whenever you need to talk about your emotions or just need to cry,” Charlie told her.

“Charlie?” Vaggie looked up at her

“Yeah?” they snuggled closer to each other.

“I love you”

[if-mirrormine]

the morning after

summary: the follow up to drunken confessions

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: idk bestie alot

based on the request: you had a drabble that was grayson drunkenly confession his love to mc at a party and it was chefs kiss and i remember sending an anon message saying that i think a follow up of the next day would be amazing. i can't find the ask anymore but think in my original anon message it was something like they talk about it and mc reciprocated and they get together the next day (yay fluff) and it's either the day before or the day of callies birthday party and they're planning on telling everyone at the party but oh no mc never shows up and grayson only got to live his dream for a few hours before mc goes missing for 10 years be (yay angst). You replied like "sounds like a good drabble idea" and bestie I haven't stopped thinking about it since

**unedited//this is kinda all over the place and idk how good it really is but i think my eyes will start bleeding if i look at it any longer**

request a drabble here!

grayson wakes with a start and a pounding in his head that rocks his senses. he pauses, willing his headache away and failing miserably. groaning, he slumps back onto the bed and drags a hand through his hair.

he feels movement beside him and squinting in the harsh light of the morning, he sees mc sitting next to him on top of the duvet, their laptop on their lap. they pause their work to smile at him.

"morning, sleepyhead!" they say as they reach for a glass of water on the side table and hand it to him. "i was wondering when you'd rise from your coma."

he takes the glass and drinks from it greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. "what time is it?"

they hum. "a little past eight."

he groans again, leaning over the mc to put the glass back on the side table. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?

they scoff before going back to their work. "you don't think i tried? you sleep like the dead, gray."

he hums in reply and lies back down on his pillows, his arm slung over his eyes. now that he's more awake, his headache has worsened to a steady throbbing behind his eyes. his mind drifts back to the night before and everything he did to get to where he is now. he remembers the party and drinking way more than he usually would, losing the mc somewhere along the way and reuniting with them. telling them he’s in love with them. twice.

embarrassment takes over, flooding his sense and twisting his stomach. he can’t believe he was so reckless, he should never be allowed to drink again. the thought alone of what they must think of him is makes him groan again, his face buried in hands.

"gray?" they say, nudging his side. "you okay over there?"

i don't think i'll ever be okay again, he thinks to himself but all that manages to come out of his mouth is a muffled, petulant no.

they shuffle on the bed next to him, the old bed frame creaking slightly and he peeks out from under his arm to see them leaning over him. "is it your head? i think there's some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet, if you want." he's quick to shake his head, groaning when that only exacerbates his headache, and they chuckle softly. "only you would martyr yourself over a hangover," they tut, staring down at him in amusement. "wait here, i'll go get them for you."

they're off the bed and out of his room before he can even comprehend it. with another groan, he sits up and, glancing down at himself, he realises that he's in pajama bottoms and one of his sleep shirts. he barely remembers getting home let alone changing into sleepwear which means the mc mustve done it for him. somehow that's even more embarassing than his drunken confession.

"here you go, gronk," they say, suddenly reappearing next to him with two white tablets and his half filled glass of water. he takes the medication and swallows it down in one fluid motion before turning to look at his best friend with a critical eye. they don't seem to be out of sorts. there's no pity in their eyes when they look at him, put off by the idea of him being in love with them for the past six years. no, it's as if the whole thing didn't even happen. they're still mc, he's still grayson. best friends. nothing more, nothing less. for all his hoping though, he knows that's not the case.

"so," he starts, clearing his throat, his anxiety at the situation rises to new levels. "about last night -"

"you mean your love confession?" they clarify and his eyes widen exponentially. this can't be real, he thinks. lord, if you're out there, kill me now please. despite his embarrassment though, they can't keep from smiling at them. "i was wondering when you'd bring that up."

"i- um... i-i don't know what you're talking about," he says quickly, his face burning red and his eyes anywhere but their face.

they pout at him, reaching out to take his face in their hand. "don't chicken out on me now, donohue. you know how long i've been waiting for you to finally say those words?"

he's looking at them now, only half because they're forcing him to by holding his face, and he can't believe the loving smile on their lips. "what?" is all he manages to get out and it makes them chuckle, his cheeks somehow getting even warmer.

"gosh, do i need to spell it for you, gray?" they move their hands from his face to his shoulders, where they proceed to lightly shake him, mindfully of his pounding head. "i love you too!"

"you do?" the words don't make sense in his ears, in his mind. the mc loving him? no, that can't be. he must be going deaf. or crazy. yeah, definitely crazy. sure, he's a little young to be going senile already but there's obviously no other explanation, right?

they laugh again and return their hands to his face. without another word spoken between them, they pull him close, kissing him softly and stealing all the air from his lungs.

he freezes momentarily, unable to comprehend that this is truly happening, but his hands are settling on their hips and pulling them closer. im dead, he thinks. ive died and gone to heaven.

it feels like an eternity has passed before they pull away. still stunned, he peels his eyes open to look at them, that smile of theirs that he loves so much spurring one of his own into existence.

"believe me now?" they quip and he shakes his head slowly, his lips parted and still tingling.

"no," he says, breathless. "maybe if you kissed me again."

amused, they lean forward and give him a peck on the lips, so quick it might as well have not happened at all, and he pouts, following after them when they leave.

"don't tease me," he whines and their smile widens slightly. "why didn't you say anything?"

they shrug. "i was too nervous. guess that makes us even, huh?"

he wraps his arms around them and pulls them onto his lap, resting his forehead against theirs. "say it again."

they hum, their arms going around his neck. "that i love you?"

"yes."

"i love you, gray."

"i love you more."

they're about to protest when he kisses them again. he kisses them long and soft, like he's wanted to every day for past six years and he doesn't stop until his lungs are empty. and even then, he attempts to go back for more.

laughing, they press their index against his lips as they sit back on his lap. "easy tiger," they say. "don't want you suffocating on me."

again, he pouts. "'m making up for lost time." he doesn't know where the boldness - or the neediness - comes from but he chooses not to think about it too much. he's waited for this moment for a long time and now that's it here, he doesn't want it to end.

"sorry, gray; ive gotta put my foot down here," they laugh. "ive got a busy day of errands and you're already late for class."

"i can miss one class," he attempts but they simply shush him again, now using their whole hand to cover his mouth.

"not on your life, mister." against all of his muffled protests, they climb off his lap, moving to the other side of the bed where their laptop sits, turning it off before looking back at him. "youve waited so long, what's a few more hours until callie's party?"

he shakes his head vehemently, ignoring his headache for time being. "nope, can't do it," he insists. "i'll die before then."

"you're so dramatic," they say with a roll of their eyes before moving to kiss his forehead. "school first. and then i'm all yours at seven."

"do you promise?"

"pinky swear."

hooking his pinky finger around theirs, he can't keep the smile off his face. "okay. seven o'clock then."

"seven o'clock," they agree and with one last chaste kiss, he watches them climb off his bed and leave his room, laptop in hand. he lies back down and rolls over onto his stomach, pressing his face into a pillow and screaming in excitement.

he can already tell that this is going to be a great day.

[actualbird]

in relation to that last ask about Luke (Figuratively) Being A Distrustful Stray Dog Towards Comforts and inspired by a convo with chika khickuwa, but i think that the person who saw luke at his MOST distrustful dog era was none other than aaron yishmir

i mean, imagine being aaron. youre a doctor, and youre also an agent and member of a government security agency and all your coworkers are sent on jobs straight outta the mission impossible franchise and just when you think your job cant get any wilder, you meet this sullen angsty young man—no, this CHILD, this LITERAL TEENAGER at the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE AGENCY and this literal teenager is like grrrr dont get close to me im scary and mean and im Agent Raven and i dont deserve nice things because im a weapon and a soldier first

and aaron is like nuh uh you arent

and thus begins aaron's mission to Make Luke Accept Nice Things. which is an arduous process. it's much like getting a feral stray dog to calmly accept treats for your hand. luke is all growly and standoffish and is like no, im Not a Good Dog Good Person, im a Guard Dog Agent and Guard Dogs Agents dont need to be coddled with Kindness and Comforts but aaron pushes through! even when that feral stray dog figuratively bites him!

or even literally bites him, like during self defense practice like

aaron: im not letting you out of this headlock until you say yes to dinner with my wife and i--OW, DID YOU BITE ME???

and aaron never lets him forget it

aaron: he BIT ME once

mc: oh my god he BIT YOU???

luke: PLEASE, IT WAS ONE TIME

mc: im so sorry hes not usually like that i promise

aaron: no no i shouldve been more gentle with him he mustve been spooked

luke: sTOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE IM A DOG!!!!!

anyway aaron is eventually successful at Taming The Stray Guard Dog Luke and luke, for all that hes growly in the beginning, eventually adds aaron into his mental list of People He Would Die For

[logbush]

are your requests still open, i would like to request Quinn Fabray and freader meeting when Quinn sees r walk into a street sign, something cute and funny of Quinn being attracted to clumsy r because of her walking into the street sign

Crazy for You

873 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: please send in more requests guys lmao. i only have so many ideas lolol. like literally anything you can think of

you loved new york. the sights, running around the city, and not to mention broadway. it was your dream to live here. but for now, you were just here for show choir nationals.

you stood in the middle of time square, taking in all of the sights. you stood like this until your best friend, santana lopez, grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently in an attempt to scare you. you jumped at this before looking at her, visually loosing up. “dont do that san” you said as she stood next to you. “its pretty isn’t it?” santana asked. you nodded “i’ve always loved it here” she smiled and looked at you “okay we need to talk, you know that pretty blonde girl you like” she said as she turned to you. you breathed in slowly to calm yourself down just at the thought of her. “you can say quinn, its not going to hurt you” santana rolled her eyes, “she’s over there” she said while nudging her head to her right. you quickly followed her head before internally swooning. you could tell she was laughing, and not just one of her giggles, but one of her hearty laughs.

santana put her hand on your back before pushing you in her direction. “you have to come with me,” you stated, not taking your eyes off of the girl. the cheerleader next to you rolled her eyes “sure whatever” she began walking towards quinn but you stood still “y/n, come on” she stopped and looked at you. you didn’t move “im scared” santana laughed and grabbed your hand. “you’ll be okay”

you were not okay.

“hey quinn!” santana yelled to the blonde. quinn turned and looked at the two of you with a smile before running over to you. santana continued pulling you. you slowly moved your feet before you saw flashes of red and heard a loud WHAM. you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in your hands. santana knelt down next to you.

you just ran into a stop sign.

infront of your crush.

santana put her finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at what could've happened. “oh y/n..” she said, slightly pulling her lips back, a way of empathizing with you. there was a large gash on your forehead with some bruising beginning to form. quinn knelt down next to you and santana with a soft smile. “are you okay y/n?” the blonde asked while looking at you. “oh yeah, dont worry about me” you reassured with a smile “we should clean it” santana said. quinn agreed before helping you up off the ground and onto your feet. you three walked off to find schuester, your arm interlocked with quinn’s.

“hey schue!” quinn yelled once she saw him. schuester followed her voice before looking shocked once he saw you “what happened?” he said as he walked towards you three. “y/n ran into a stop sign” santana stated bluntly. schuester looked at your gash “god, i think you might need stitches, lets get you to a hospital” you sighed and nodded.

quinn and santana sat next to you while you were on the hospital table. the doctor walked in “alright, so you ran into a stop sign huh? mustve been the fault of one of these pretty ladies,” he said as he looked between the two girls. santana stifled a laugh before you shot her a glare. “this is a pretty nasty cut, we’re going to have to give you a few stitches.” he stated. you let out a breath.“ill give you a few minutes while i get set up” santana looked between you and quinn before smirking at you “i have to go to the bathroom, i’ll be back in soon” you looked at her, glaring. she had a smug look on her face as she left the room.

it was quiet for a few minutes, the only thing cutting the silence was the hum of the ac. quinn stood up and walked over to you, standing in between your legs. your cheeks felt hot as you looked at her “that was really cute y/n” you raised an eyebrow before wincing in pain as it irritated your bruise. “what was cute?” you asked her as she held her hands behind her back, “you, running into a stop sign, because you were so distracted by me” she said with a soft smirk

your cheeks turned red (like the stop sign), trying to avoid any eye contact by turning your head away. quinn quickly used her hand to turn your head back towards her. she smiled and gently caressed the apple of your cheek. “what are you trying to get from me?” you mumbled. the blonde in front of you gently bit her lip, you could see the indecision in her head before she went for it. she placed a chaste kiss on your lips. you sat stunned before the blonde quickly pulled away before starting to turn. you quickly stopped this by grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her again. she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist.

santana walked in, cutting yours and quinn's kiss short. “aren’t i such a good wingwoman y/n?”

[ultimateloserboy]

not to talk about the fridge scene for the millionth time but sometimes i just think about the surprise in ducks voice when red guy said he liked looking at him and i just want to cry. like god he really doesnt expect anyone to actually love him. sure he loves himself and he probably compliments himself in the mirror all the time but to hear someone else say they actually like looking at him mustve meant the world to him. dont get me wrong, its his own fault nobody likes him, but damn i cant help but feel happy that he has someone to care about him. maybe itll make him a better person (it wont, he’ll just forget, and hes kind of too much of a dick, but thats fine, anyway)

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON RED GUY. Red guys entire fucking character is centered around his looks. how hes naked, and how he dresses different from the other red things. sometimes he’ll reference his own weight or say things like “the worm in my brain tells me i dont have the body type to pull off wearing denim” or the other red things will get onto him for smiling where he’ll apologize. to have someone tell him that they LIKE looking at him just the way he is mustve meant the world to him too. they mean the world to each other. THEY MEAN THE FUCKING WORLD.

(the scene where the red guy behind the camera tells him to stop smiling also implies that in-universe people can see him smile when we can’t. duck can probably see him smile, and probably likes it. i think about that often.)

maybe if they were better people in a better world theyd make each other happy. isnt it a shame?