#I have one more ask which I will get to tomorrow

[vvousmevoyez]

tw: oral fixation. nipple play. breast play. poly!aespa + 5th member. sweet cozy & loving

member!giselle, who comforts you while karina’s on a schedule.

“gigi?” you peaked your head at her room, pleased to find Aeri resting in bed, scrolling down her phone with a bored look.

at her humming, you felt comfortable to squeeze in beside her, propping your head under your hands to stare at your member as aeri's arms circled your waist, bringing you close.

with such a tight schedule, it was hard for the five of you to get together and hang out without chores or duties. by the time you were at the dorms, you were all too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

“'rina's out,” you murmured, pouting. karina was always working more than the rest of you. “miss her.”

be it campaigns, mv feats, or fashion show appearances, you hated how she thought she could do everything without ever taking time for herself. and for the two of you, too. you missed her, ached for her presence. being without karina made life serve you no purpose.

giselle sighed, still not taking her eyes off her phone as her hand lifted your shirt to trace soothing circles on your back. “i know, puppy. but she'll be home soon, okay? then you can have her all you want.”

you didn't want to have karina soon. not later at night, when she'll be distraught. with the group's early schedule tomorrow, there won't be time for you to be together.

tears start to water your eyes, pout deepening as you fight against not to let them roll down your cheeks.

“don't want her later.” complaining, you buried your face in one of the many pillows giselle insisted on keeping in her bed. “want her now, gigi.”

in better days, giselle would indulge in your pettiness. she'd smirk, swirling her tongue around your earlobe as she asked all the things you expected karina to do to you, were the leader in the apartment and not away for the night.

but you were all exhausted, deprived of a proper break for nearly a year, now— every ounce of patience the five of you could've possibly had has vanished long ago.

you didn't care if you were being an annoying, spoiled brat. fuck everything. as the maknae, it was their official duty to coddle you.

and the fact that giselle had yet to set her phone down and pay you proper attention is starting to piss you off.

with a big sigh, giselle finally relented, huffing at your drama. “y/n. she's not here now. wait a few hours.”

her voice was strained, obviously impatient to deal with your spoiled, whiny self interrupting whatever it was that entertained her. instead of indulging you as she'd always do, giselle rolled her eyes, really, really wishing for karina's immediate return.

tears now rolled freely down your cherubic cheeks, as you bit your hand to keep from hiccuping. you couldn't help it; everything just seemed so heavy lately. the frantic routine they must sustain has drained you completely. getting out of bed every morning felt nearly impossible. 

practices became hard, your movements each time sloppier on stage. being an idol wasn't as thrilling and exciting as it once was, which terrified you. music was all you got; the light in darkness. you couldn’t lose your love for it.

or else you’d be left with nothing at all. more than a decade of intense dedication for nothing.

strong arms lifted closer, now shifting so you'd be leaning on giselle almost entirely. you knew she wouldn't mind the extra weight. her mornings spent at the gym pay off well. the japanese girl understood at last how close you were to a breakdown, pitying your erratic breaths.

kissing the top of your head affectionally, she cooed. “shh, puppy. it's overwhelming, i know. but it's going to be over soon, okay? just two more shows, then we'll have much more time for ourselves. don't cry, i promise it will get better.”

you were unable to answer, not with the lump in your throat. instead, you shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. given your current scenario, her words were hard to believe.

giselle's long, acrylic nails scratched your scalp in soothing, tranquil movements that helped ground you. when your violent crying had faded into quiet, weak whimpers, she pressed kisses to each of your cheeks, licking your tears away. on any other times it would've felt gross.

but as you trembled on the older member's bed, you felt nothing but gratitude.

“here,” she took off her hoodie, then her shirt, hissing slightly from the temperature drop as she guided your mouth to her chest, “you're too tired for this, puppy. unnie's got you.”

now less anxious, your pleased hums sent electric shocks to aeri's core, drawing a thin coat of blood on her lips as she prevented herself from moaning. this wasn't about her pleasure; her puppy was needy, and she'd provide everything you needed while their leader wasn't present to step in.

keeping track of time was nearly impossible when you were suckling on a pretty girl's tits. giselle's breasts were divine: big, and inviting. your tongue circled her nipple before closing your mouth in, eager to take as much of her as you could. nothing mattered: certainly not the air lacking from your lungs or the sticky arousal on your cunt.

all that existed was giselle, her glorious body, and her soothing, loving touches. you'd beg, crying to worship every inch of her body on your knees. she'd surely like it— years of sleeping next door have taught you well.

although clouded by the warmth and care she made you feel, your mind was still troubled, a flash of incoherent, pessimistic situations.

giselle's fingers dug deeper into your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to stare at her. with teary eyes, flushed face, and swollen lips, you looked every bit like the hopeless, pretty puppy you tried so hard not to be. giselle still remembers the day you joined them as trainees, so naive and eager to learn. you'd mirror their every move, soaking up their praises and advice as you worked yourself till late at night to make up for the years other trainees had in advantage.

staring at your big, pleading eyes, all giselle saw was this same maknae. not the cryptic, reserved idol personality you've built up for yourself. away from the public, you were their clingy, spoiled puppy, and the girls would give you everything you'd ever want.

“no teeth, puppy.” she warned, clicking her tongue as she pried your lips open. “you're thinking too much again. let go, okay? empty your mind, just for a while. i'll be here.”

you hummed, annoyed by the interruption, tauntingly running your teeth against the side of her breast. in response, aeri's hands trailed lower, closing around your neck. her message was clear.

don’t be a tease.

despite her always ruining all the fun, you obeyed, emptying your mind to focus on suckling on aeri's tits. it was easy to lose yourself to pleasure, relaxing as minutes passed by. giselle would hum eventually, still scrolling on her phone as her thumb caressed your face with a love that consumed you entirely.

just like that, you fell asleep: with your mouth still half-closed around her nipple, snoring adorably against the older member. you were so deep in dreamland that you didn't even notice the flash in your face, followed by giselle's giggles.

puppy fell asleep ˆˆ she sent your girlfriend the picture. karina answered immediately.

so cute!! i'll be home soon.

bring snacks. aeri demanded, bossy as always.

jimin only laughed, staring at the picture for another minute before being called back to her photoshoot.

[dc418writes]

•Lemons & Limes•

✨Pairing✨: Terrence Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Safe to say, maybe you shouldn’t be left alone…and you should probably listen to your husband

🚨: mention of a deceased relative, pretty much all fluff💕

A/N🎤: hi☺️! So this is my submission for Terry’s Birthday Bash created by @megamindsecretlair ! I think it’s such a great and sweet idea that’ll definitely add some much needed fun to the community🌸! Feel free to participate if you’d like, and don’t forget to support the other submissions!

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

You just had to mess with that electrical panel.

All you had to do was wait until Terry came home so he could try to figure out what happened, - like he told you to do - but no. That overly confident, hyper-independent part of you was so convinced you could fix it after recalling an episode of some home renovation show that you half watched as you occasionally dozed off.

“Seems easy enough, I just flip the switch off and on, and things should work again,” you said to yourself as you opened the mounted panel. Sure enough, all the lights in the house switched off after pushing the large black switch to the left. When you pushed it to the right though, you were still surrounded by darkness. You tried again, and again, yet still nothing prompting your subdued panic to boil over.

Now here you sat in your husband’s Ford truck, nervously twirling your thumbs around themselves as you waited for him to get you both checked in at a nearby hotel. And of all days, on his birthday.

The chill of the night air briefly touching your skin has goosebumps raising along your arms as Terry slides into the drivers seat with a sigh.

“Everything okay?”

“They’re booked,” he answers pulling the seatbelt across his body until it locks with a click. “And so is every other hotel in town.” Gotta love college basketball playoff season.

“Oh…well one night without lights-,”

“We don’t know how long it’s gonna take to fix,” he counters carefully pulling out onto the busy road. “Might even have to re-wire everything, which could mean more than a night without lights.”

Well if you didn’t feel terrible before..

“It’s a motel about 30 minutes out. We can stay there tonight and figure out the rest tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you shyly mumble beginning to nervously twirl your thumbs again. Just as to the hotel, Terry doesn’t say a word during the ride to your next destination and you don’t either. The only sound coming from the truck’s rumble and the radio station playing a mix of old and new R&B.

You’re sure he’s just quiet because he’s trying to think of what to do next; how to handle your house’s faulty wiring and its impending cost. His silence only makes your guilt more suffocating though, convinced that it might be you and your hardheaded tendencies that’s finally snapped his last nerve.

“What do you wanna eat?,” he finally asks turning down the busy strip filled with bright, neon signs for clubs, bars, and restaurants. Admittedly most weren’t outwardly pleasing, but you could still find a good meal and an equally good time.

You shrug. “M’not really hungry.”

“…what all did you eat today?,” he asks taking turns looking at you and the cars ahead.

“Um…breakfast with you earlier…and some crackers...”

After turning into the drive thru for Wingz & Thingz, you can feel Terry’s sea-green eyes practically attached to the side of your face. That famous side eye already saying, “Girl please, we both know you starving so why you playin games?,” before he could.

“What?,” you ask daring to meet his eyes pretending like you didn’t know that he knew something was up. He simply kisses his teeth before answering the employee through the staticky speaker.

“Can I get a 10 piece hot honey, extra wet, with fries, and a 15 piece lemon pepper please?”

“I said-,”

“I heard you,” he retorts with a hint of a smirk to his full lips that has you bashfully biting at the corner of yours.

“Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

-

The rusted, metal door of your room opens with a heavy thud as it knocks against the adjoining wall making it rattle. Ever the protector, Terry has you stand outside - but still close by - while he checks to make sure nothing is off. Both of your respective duffles slung over his broad shoulders as if they weighed nothing.

“It’s good,” he calls signaling it’s okay for you to enter. However once you cross the doorway, you can’t fully say you agree on ‘good’. The multicolored, geometric comforter was something straight out of the 70s, which matched the orangish-red carpet and overall aesthetic of the outdated room. Gingerly sitting in the light brown, swivel chair next to the window, you feel that pang of guilt again taking in your slightly depressing surroundings, and how all of this is ultimately your fault.

“I know it’s not the best, but-,”

“Are you mad at me?,” you finally ask just wanting everything out in the open rather than your mind constantly go back and forth.

“Why would I be mad?,” he asks with a quirked brow as he sets your bags to the side.

“Because I didn’t listen and messed up everything. Because we’re here in this room with questionable stains on the carpet, and I’m sure equally strange ones on the sheets, on your birthday when we should home and you stretched out in your favorite chair.” You could hear the brown leather crackle and pop now as he shifted to get more comfortable before eventually reaching out for you as you passed to join him. Hell, it was your favorite chair too.

“First off, I haven’t been excited about my birthday since I was…what..16? So I wasn’t expecting anything huge,” he replies stepping closer and closer until he can squat in front of you placing his large hands on your knees. “And I’m not mad at you. That’s what’s been bothering you?”

“Well, you barely talked in the car which is different than how you were this morning. Clearly it’s something and I figured it was me being hardheaded.”

“Respectfully baby, I knew you were hardheaded before we got married and know it’s not gonna change no time soon. I made my bed, I know how to lie in it.” Your feigned shock and playful smack to Terry’s shoulder has all his 32 showing in that adorable laugh of his.

“Hey, at least I admit it!” Unlike your own mother who swore she didn’t know where you got it from.

“You right.” Terry’s laughs settle into a low sigh as he lets his thumbs run along the insides of your knees. “Really though, I’m more frustrated and annoyed than mad. Again, not at you. My damn half-brained cousin should’ve been come to look at the wires, but it was always something. Guess I’m no better though still calling when I know he’s not gonna show.

“So if anything, all this is my fault. I know you were just trying to help.”

“It’s not your fault either,” you try to soothe resting your hands on either side of his neck. Your manicured nails lightly scratching his nape has a low hum of appreciation rumbling his chest. “Really, it’s whoever stayed there last because they knew and didn’t say nothing. I hope they always stump their pinky toe.”

“Damn, so violent.” You simply shrug making your husband deeply chuckle with a shake of his head. “Alright food first or shower?”

“Food! I’m starving and honestly scared of that bathroom...”

“Oh now you starvin?,” Terry smirks gently pulling you out of the chair. “Could’ve sworn-,”

“Yes I know, I know it’s in the past now,” you playfully roll your eyes shooing him towards your waiting containers. “Food please?”

With his back turned, you hope he doesn’t notice you sneakily digging into your bag to retrieve his gift wrapped neatly in shiny, silver paper. You should’ve known better though seeing that your husband was an ex marine trained to be hyperaware of his environment.

“I know that’s not what I think it is,” Terry announces as soon as you stand up again. His thick arms crossed in front of his chest when he turns around. “You didn’t have-,”

“I heard you,” you smirk stepping closer with his gift in hand. “It’s still your birthday though, and if you think I’m not getting you anything at all, you clearly don’t know me.”

You don’t miss the small smile that curls his lips when he takes the rectangular box making you giddily smile yourself. Once he’s ripped through the paper, his chest tightens at the familiar, gold, Casio watch waiting in its clear case. The underside purposely facing upward so Terry could see the inscription of his initials and a set of coordinates.

“It’s where your uncle was stationed. I talked with your grandma and she helped me find it.”

Terry adored his uncle Louie, practically idolizing him since he was a child. Wherever Louie went, little Terry wanted to go eagerly standing by his room door with shoes on the wrong foot waiting for him to walk out. Some of Terry’s best memories were riding around in the passenger seat of his black on black mustang - much to his grandmother’s displeasure - with the windows down as they sped down the highway going any and everywhere. Louie was ultimately the reason he signed up for the military, still wanting to be like his infamous uncle even in his young adult years.

Terry still had a hard time forgiving himself for missing the funeral. Was honestly still pissed at his higher ups for not approving his request.

“He’d understand baby. He knows how them people can be,” his grandmother tried to comfort over the phone. “He knows how much you love him.”

“She wasn’t quite sure if it was the same one-,”

“It’s perfect.” As many times as he got in trouble for putting it on, he’d be able to pick it out from any lineup. “Thank you.”

Free hand on your hip, he pulls your body closer so his lips can meet yours immediately taking the day’s earlier stresses away.

“Happy Birthday. It’s not exactly how I envisioned giving it to you, but-,”

“I don’t care about presentation and all that. I’m breathing. I’m with you. I promise that’s all I need baby.”

+ so I feel like this didn’t come out the way I wanted, but then again maybe it’s just me 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol. Either way I hope you enjoyed🌸 and Happy Birthday to my imaginary husband and baby fahtha Mr. Terry Richmond🥰✨!!

[djcandiepaws]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yandere! crossdresser x reader

summary: he wants you to try on some stuff he bought for you cw: none

post it notes: trying to push out more yan crossdresser content even if its ass

A heavy knock on the door echoes through the house. "Oh! My package must be here!" He rushes down the stairs to get the packages left at his door.

He quickly runs back to his room, packages in hand. "I have some stuff I want you to have!"

You change into the clothes and honestly it's very.. skimpy? Like it shows a lot of skin. It's a very short top with noodle straps and frills at the end. As for the shorts? It's very short, they don't even reach the beginning of your thigh. "Uh.. Why does it show so much skin?"

His face turns into a sad expression, "You don't think it's cute?" "No, no, it's very cute, don't get me wrong. It's just.. very showy is all.." You start to cover your stomach.

"Also, you said these clothes are for me. You do realize if I were to show up with these clothes in my parents house they'd incinerate me?" "How about you only wear them here? My parents won't mind, they are usually in their room anyway." He said while picking out a new outfit for you to wear.

As you kept trying on more and more outfits you realized.. Most of them are revealing, some are very short shorts, some are shirts that have a low v line to show off your cleavage, and some are even bras that fit perfectly to the t. Wait, how does he know your bra size?

Some of the less revealing stuff are crop tops, which wouldn't be bad until you factor in that the crop top is insanely short. The end of the crop top is literally up to your nipple. And actually some of the outfits are straight up lingerie.

Honestly, he was trying to send you a sign like "hey, I like you" but clearly it didn't get through because now it feels like she just thinks he's a creep.

"So, how do like the outfits?" He asked. "It's.. well, it's something!" "Hey.. Do you not like the outfits? I spent a lot of money buying them!"

"I don't hate them, they're just very revealing. I don't even know if I feel comfortable wearing them in general." You sigh out.

"I'll help you get comfortable wearing them don't worry. How about you wear them while you're over to try to get used to them? And you won't get in trouble since it's not like your parents are here." He exclaimed.

You wouldn’t want his money go to waste so ultimately you agree that yeah you’ll wear it around his house. Plus, while the stuff is revealing they are still very cute! "Uhh.. Sure. But some of them are legitimately strange. Like why is one of them lingerie?"

“You have such a divine body, you shouldn’t hide it.” He confesses but then realization sets in that it probably came out weird. "Uh, not in a weird way, I'm just saying!" It definitely did come out weird but to be honest you appreciate the compliment, "Aw, thank you!" You reply with a smile.

"Anyways! Take off the outfit I need to put it back in their boxes." He then started helping you take the clothes off. "I thought you wanted me to wear it?" "Yeah I do, but we got school tomorrow and it's already 5 pm, so I see no use in you wearing it not even for a full 24hrs." He sighed.

While you had your shirt off you noticed him staring. "Sorry it's just your body just.. gets me going, y'know?" Your eyes widened in shock. Does he even realize what he just said?!

"Platonically, of course!"

[mageofmadness]

FILL THE VOID CALEBXMC

(1.2k) ✗✗✗ ☘︎･*:.｡ nsfw [18+] includes: nothing graphically sexual but sexual themes and we're in a club. strip club. whatever you want to call it. caleb mentions tits once. *i'd had this idea for a bit, i might continue it if anyone is interested. then we could earn some fun tags ^ i played it fast and loose with lore, i don't think it matters much. classic mc thinks he's dead, caleb is clearly not, and has been (unsuccessfully) stalking trying to find her. now he's found her. fantastic.

caleb orders a drink as soon as they get there, making a beeline for the bar and standing amongst the sloshed patrons around him. he much rather be at home, but morale is a big deal and it’s someone’s birthday. no, he doesn’t really know the guy, but camaraderie is also a thing, and after carefully exerting all of his excuses, of which he has none (they know this), caleb found himself at the club on a thursday night.

he gets his jack and coke, adds in a round of shots for the table, willing to go out but not start a tab his somewhat-friend’s will rack up, and closes out. he decided on the way here that one drink and a shot is enough to dull his surroundings, which are overwhelmingly loud and overstimulating while sober. caleb finds his party and slides into the booth, giving a laugh at whatever he had missed as someone flags over a girl for bottle service. caleb grimaces into his drink.

she eyes them all, honing in on the weak links with heavy pockets, and spots her targets almost immediately, which does not include caleb, and that’s fine. he’s not really…this type of person. anymore, at all—whichever it is, whichever it has been. he can be, of course. caleb can handle his own, as he is now, laughing and having a good time, but his appreciation for paying for company starts and ends with the girls around him getting a check, and that’s what it is. the girl that eventually comes up to him, sitting next to him, asking if he wants another drink, well.

caleb’s fine, he’s got all he needs and more at home. in his empty apartment. by himself where it’s quiet and not loud, and the lights are not blinding when they hit the wrong way. where he has plenty of room in his bed and extra pillows that fall off during the night. 

he politely declines another drink, lets the woman sit next to him, and watches as his friends turn into less than upstanding, upright citizens.

caleb ignores the stages, eyes glazing over as he sips his drink, warms, and waits until he feels it an appropriate time to leave. he hadn’t really been told they were coming to this sort of club, but beyond the teetering between crass and classy atmosphere and the fact that he had to take two and a half sips of his drink to relax, it’s a nice place. 

but caleb has things to do. he might go back to work, honestly, as there’s paperwork he was meant to look over and he doesn’t want to tackle early tomorrow morning. the dead of night is when he does the most work and thinking.

in his peripherals, bare expanses of skin spin on the stage, round and round. legs open and close, and there’s men at the end of the platform, looking up at their dreams, tossing money, and it makes him almost dizzy. it makes caleb feel strange, actually, to be in such a place he’s found himself in when he was no stranger to such debauchery once upon a time, but time, so much of it, has taken its toll. he’s worn out.

he’s about to leave, actually. caleb’s ready to spew whatever comes out of his mouth as an excuse, when his eyes catch the stage again. one dancer is leaving, money overflowing and a big smile on her face, a wink, and another is making their appearance.

at first, he doesn’t give it a second thought. caleb stands, he finishes his drink, and makes to say goodbye, but he does a double take. just something is what he’d explain it as. there was no real reason for him to turn fully to the stage, but he does, and something catches the light. 

just something catches the light.

caleb doesn’t have great eyesight, but it’s better than most. it’s getting worse as the years go on, and he stares at screens ninety percent of his time, but he’s perceptive. caleb is intuitive. he can read a room, but the music is shaking the booth he had sat in so there’s a signal jam going on as he freezes. 

he’d blame obsession for being the reason he doesn’t want to be here. caleb would also blame everything as to why his first thought was you when his eyes catch on that flash of silver.

and it’s not as if he has not looked for you.

anyone who would suggest such a thing would be out of their mind.

caleb knows…he knows what he’s working with and that’s very little and he also knows he is here, he is not six feet under the ground as you suspect him to be. that’s a noxious mix.

the lights turn pink instead of a soul-eating red and that is you. even shrouded in the heavy bass in a dark, moody room. he just knows. the shape of your back, the curve of your arm. caleb cannot see hair color, he cannot see much because the lights are a deep, dark blue now and so shadows are black and light is scarce, but caleb’s breath catches. he’s standing there stupid, watching as the music slowly picks up.

he sits back down. 

someone claps him on the back. 

caleb stands again, and mumbles an excuse as to why he stood in the first place, as he makes his way back to the bar. bumping shoulders with other men, throwing out excuse me’s and sorry’s until those are gone from his mind and he’s ordering another drink. he knows what he’s done, caleb sleeps next to it every night when he’s restless, and surely you cannot see him from the blinding stage lights but he sees you fully now, not tearing his eyes away as he hands over his card and another drink is slid before him.

first to hit him is the deepest, largest pill of longing. ten fold what he feels every night as he lies in bed and stares at his ceiling or scrolls endlessly through newspaper articles and such. he doesn’t swallow that pill down right, it catches in caleb’s throat as he tries to clear it and run the feeling down with the whiskey in his hand. watching as you begin to move, slowly. sensually. in a way he’s never seen, he’s entranced. absolutely enthralled by the skin he sees and the small outfit.

it’s wrong, he knows you’d be livid if you found out he was watching you like this. sipping on a mixed drink, leering from the bar because that is what he’s doing. under the longing there’s that high of simply you. just you—on stage, twirling so pretty. it’s the cherry on top of the pill and if you knew, you’d surely be a bit embarrassed, but that would soon be overshadowed by rage. a high voice, telling him off, and the next time caleb takes a sip of his drink, he sees that silver again.

right between the prettiest pair of tits he’s ever seen is a very familiar necklace. 

it hangs off your body, it kisses your cheek when you twirl. it stirs something inside of caleb, parts of him he thought he was already fully aware of, as he takes another sip. 

@ mageofmadness 2025. ִֶָ 195.40.40 119.8.8

[sensorytuna]

── VENI, VIDI, VICI.

part one . part two . part three .

synopsis. a stupid bet with cartman forces kyle to prove that he can, in fact, pull and be able to date. after hearing about it, you agree to being his fake lover.

notes . occasional swearing, aged up characters (high school students)

♡ : kyle broflovski x reader

- the four boys are at the mall food court, eating greasy fast food while talking about anything that comes to mind

- suddenly the topic shifts and cartman begins to run his mouth about how kyle is “pathetically single” and “completely incapable of getting a date”

- fatass can’t even get a girlfriend that lasts more than a week, smh

- kenny, of course being kenny, joins in on the teasing while stan tries to shut them up

- kyle wasn’t having it

- to make things worse, cartman makes a bet with him

- if kyle doesn’t get a girlfriend (or anyone really, he’s that desperate) within a week, he has to do something embarrassing like listen to everything he does or wear an “i paused my game for this (this better be good)” shirt without his winter coat for an entire week

- in return, if kyle somehow wins the bet; cartman has to shave his head (which was a little unfair but it was too late for kyle to realize)

- in the midst of it, kenny recalls the list of most to least cute boys back in middle school (the forged list), causing kyle to groan and tell him to fuck off lmao

- he comes back home after the weekend hangout and kyle just completely forgets about it

- he was all talk at the mall a while ago and then it’s like the bet just completely vanishes in his head

- lol

- he doesn’t know what’s about to bite him in the ass

- friday night comes along and kenny suddenly chats him on instagram

- digbickkenny: dude cartman’s been talking mad shit, you better come to school next week with a girlfriend or ur fucked lmaoooo

- he stares into the phone for a good second, just staring at the text while all the color drains away from his face

- he realizes he only has 2 days left to get into a relationship

- aw shit

- that sent kyle in a whiplash

- he immediately scrambles and starts considering his options because there’s no way he’s gonna have a girlfriend by the weekends

- and of course he doesn’t want to say that cartman is his supreme overlord and that he’s handsome to the entire school

- he realizes he has to fake a relationship if he wanted to get out of his bet safely

- he would’ve gone for his crush or someone of romantic interest, but… he hasn’t liked someone since last year, so that’s out of the question

- he begins narrowing down who he can ask like a beggar

- someone he trusts not to rat him out to cartman

- someone who can be convincing enough to fool his friends (and everyone basically)

- someone who might actually say yes instead of laughing in his face

- and then you enter his mind

- you and kyle are close, maybe not as close as him and stan but you two sit next to each other in class and have interacted multiple times

- you hate cartman just as much as kyle hates him

- you’re a wild card, no one ever knows what to expect from you; but dating kyle? sounds just about right

- next thing you know, your phone is lighting up with a notification from kyle

- that guy from new jersey: ok so hypothetically if i asked you to be my fake lover would you say yes

- free food (do not call): kyle what the fuck

- that guy from new jersey: ok first of all rude, second of all it’s just for tomorrow

- free food (do not call): why the hell would you need a fake lover for one day

- that guy from new jersey: you remember that stupid bet cartman keeps on talking about

- free food (do not call): no

- that guy from new jersey: the one where he said i couldn’t get a girlfriend by monday and i told him to go fuck himself and now if i don’t prove him wrong i have to listen to everything he says for a whole week

- free food (do not call): LMAO WAIT YOU WERE BEING SERIOUS???

- that guy from new jersey: yes unfortunately

- that guy from new jersey: and i may or may not have completely forgotten about it until kenny reminded me just now so like, you in?

- free food (do not call): so let me get this straight

- free food (do not call): you want me to pretend to be your caring and devoted lover just so you don’t have to walk around school looking like cartman’s personal bitch?

- that guy from new jersey: correct

- free food (do not call): what’s in it for me then

- that guy from new jersey: uhhh the satisfaction of making cartman shut the hell up?

- free food (do not call): tempting but no

- that guy from new jersey: fine

- that guy from new jersey: i’ll do your history homework for a week

- free food (do not call): make it two

- that guy from new jersey: are you serious

- free food (do not call): kyle i am putting my reputation on the line for you. two weeks or good luck finding someone else

- that guy from new jersey: fine. deal.

- free food (do not call): pleasure doing business with you babe

- oh my god this is already a mistake

- on monday cartman is absolutely ripping kyle

- “well kahl, where’s your mystery girlfriend, huh? does she go to another school?”

- of course kenny doesn’t help

- “or better yet, is she invisible?”

- both of them burst into laughter while stan tries to defend kyle

- “guys stop it, give him a secon-“

- you randomly approach them and tug kyle’s arm to kiss his cheek

- “hey babe!”

- what the fuck?

- cartman’s smile falters and kenny is unable to contain his laughter even more

- “here’s your lunch, made it myself”

- kyle’s blinking at the paper bag of the lunch you apparently made for him, his ears increasingly turning pink

- “oh- uh, thanks” as he takes the bag

- you smile him with an expression that can be only described as “love” (with air quotation marks) before you say goodbye and leave

- holy shit what the fuck just happened

- cartman’s the first to speak

- “no fuckin’ way, i call bullshit! you definitely paid her to be your boyfriend”

- “for the love of god shut the fuck up fatass” kyle retorts

i have an idea for a second part if anyone’s interested! who wants me to write it? :-)

[81pastrys]

College!AU

Part 6 / 7

Summary— They drag the boys from the bar and she decides it’s best to help him out despite the hard feelings

Warnings— College party ; drinking ; alcohol sickness kinda

A/N— I’m thinking of making Lando’s pov as a bonus part for the next one

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Oscar and I walk into the bar after getting our ids checked. The three of them are partying and having fun. I grab Lando by the wrist and pull him to the side. “What the fuck?” I ask.

“Come have fun with us!” He yells over the music. “You need to let it go, it wasn’t that serious.” He’s drunk. So are the other two, which Oscar is hounding on now.

“Are you fucking serious?” I ask. “Come on did you bring anything with you and set it down?” He giggled and brought me to the dance floor. “I’m in pajamas Lando!” I yell.

“Who cares?” He yelled as he danced. Oscar signals to me and I drag Lando away again. “Don’t ruin my night because you’re mad.” He said as we walk to my car.

“Come on get in the car.” I say opening the backseat door. Charles and Carlos follow him, whining about how the space is too cramped for them. “Well that’s what you get.” I say closing the door.

“You’re better than me, I’d make them walk.” Oscar laughed. “Let’s just get them back safely.” He added. I drive to our dorm building and we drag them upstairs. We put Charles and Carlos in their dorm. Oscar settles them down and I leave with Lando.

“Such a party pooper.” He whined. “We were having fun!” He kept on whining about how much fun they were having and how I shouldn’t be so stuck up.

“Do you want to shower or wait?” I ask when we get to the comfort of our room. He jokes about me showering with him and I roll my eyes. “We’ll save that for tomorrow when you hate me even more.” I sigh. I give him a change of clothes and he hunches over the toilet.

“I don’t hate you.” He said before getting sick. I rub his back soothingly. Once he got it all out he changed. “You’re so nice to me, and I’m such a dick.” He said before I lay him down. He pulls me with him and I oblige. He’s just drunk right?

“Go to sleep lan, you’ll feel better in the morning okay?” I whisper softly to him.

This one is short :/

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[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part eighteen: past || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

02: PAST, YESTERDAY ➔ 03: FUTURE, TOMORROW

characters presentation || last part || next part ; words: 2k

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

The color of the sky had changed so many times since you were there that you had lost count of the times you had wondered why Rin was late. I mean, you actually knew, but you hadn't seen him in so long that you were starting to count the seconds that separated you from his landing. You hadn't seen him in almost two months, two months in which after disconnecting the calls that lasted for hours you burst into tears of despair, the lack of your boyfriend that suffocated you every time. The first country-wide tour had started a few months ago, and after the relatively close dates, Blue Lock and consequently Rin were forced to get on a plane and disappear for a period of time far too long for your liking

You saw every concert of his on TV, but it wasn't the same as hearing him play next to you, his voice low and his hand on your thigh while the other one tuned his bass. You had been a couple for almost 2 years already, and the more time passed, the more you convinced yourself that with this boy you would eventually end up at the altar. You are both still too young, but you are so sure that you love him in a way that no one else could ever replicate that you have no problem thinking of something so big. You don't know if he thinks the same thing, you hope so

These days, in addition to the expected return of your boyfriend, something else had happened that had shaken you a bit, but that Rin absolutely didn't know about. After a long time of silence, Sae had called you to tell you that he wanted you to come to Spain to attend the same school of enhancement as his. He had told you that he had already spoken about it with some of his professors, and that after listening to some of your recordings that you had published online, everyone had agreed to send you the same email request that they had sent him years ago. You had taken it a bit badly, especially considering that it was Sae who had asked you, who had not spoken to Rin for a long time now, who was your boyfriend anyway. You had also thought about the fact that accepting would also mean finally taking hold of the prize you had been chasing all your life. But you hadn't responded to his offer, telling him that you were busy at the moment and that you would respond later. The gate suddenly opens, and hundreds of people start running out of it, the street full of suitcases. You stand on tiptoe, trying to spot your boyfriend's dark hair in the crowd, but the more you search, the more you can't see him or the other members of the band

"Careful" someone says after bumping into you, making you lose your balance. But two arms catch you, making you avoid the impact with the dirty and hard airport floor "Hey". Before you can process who it is, your body reacts almost instinctively: you throw yourself into the boy's arms, finally feeling the beloved scent of your Rin after a long time. His arms hold you tightly, while you hear a long held sigh escape his lips. You only look up when you notice the other band members around you, everyone giggling as you start to feel embarrassed for throwing yourself shamelessly into your boyfriend's arms

"Did you miss us?" Bachira says laughing, taking a few steps forward "Of course!" you say nervously, but everyone knows who you missed the most in the group. You look up only to see Rin's gaze down, more focused on something on the ground that apparently makes him pay more attention than his girlfriend who he hasn't seen in months. You touch his cheek, and he seems to come to his senses "Everything okay?" you ask almost whispering, but he nods without thinking twice "Everything okay. Just tired from the flight"

The ride home is pretty quiet: locked in the car with the band, the guys do nothing but tell you about everything that happened, about the jokes backstage and how Bachira got a nearly fatal cut after accidentally breaking his drum. You laugh with them, but you feel a certain distance from Rin, who, apart from placing a hand on your thigh, isn't talking or maybe not even listening. Not that he's usually someone who engages in small talk, but you were expecting a little more affection from the guy who's technically supposed to be your boyfriend that you haven't seen in months. Maybe he's just that tired from the flight and waiting to get home? You don't know, but his blank stare is something you don't like

When you arrived at the Itoshi house, his parents have organized a small party with a simple cake, an idea you had a few days ago. Rin seems to regain consciousness with his parents, talking and eating some of the cream cake, but his eyes never turn to you, who are at his side. It seems like something happened on the flight that makes him not talk to you, like you did something that even you don't know the origin of. It hurts you, but you don't want to jump to conclusions, not now that he's just come home. Maybe it's really just tiredness, it was a long flight after all

It's getting dark, and the few words you've exchanged have been about the cake. Locked in his room, both of you lying on his bed, you can finally feel a little bit of your boyfriend's affection: leaning against his chest and with his hand slowly caressing your hair, the human contact you crave so much makes you more docile. But there's clearly something wrong, and it's probably not related to tiredness. Rin isn't doing Rin, at least not the one you know and love so much

It's as if the Rin Itoshi who got on that plane months ago and the one who came back today are two different people, so different that maybe not even their appearance makes them look alike. He's lost weight, his dark circles are much more evident. It's as if there was a mix up, a bit like in the horror films that he loves to watch so much and that scare you so much. It's like there's an internal problem, but only he knows

"Can we go to the beach...?" his voice says, lower than usual. You lift your face from his chest, noticing how he looks like he just woke up from a nightmare. You tilt your face, noticing how dark it is outside "It's night... do you want to go anyway?" you ask a little unsure, but he nods "Yes. Let's go" he says, quickly getting up from his bed, almost making you fall due to the lack of his body under yours. You don't pay attention to this as you also get up and put on your coat and scarf, leaving the gloves aside. It's a garment you haven't worn since you became his girlfriend, since he always takes your hand and tries to warm it. It's a small gesture, but one you love

But Rin is already leaving the house, gloves that tighten his hands that are perhaps already cold. You notice it, and it's as if your heart is about to die inside you. Maybe it's because he hasn't done it in a while, maybe he forgot. It's not that big of a deal. At least you hope, as you follow him, staying behind him the whole way. Remain silent, the only sound is that of the waves that become closer as you get closer to your special place, the one that saw the birth of all the important stages of your relationship. Maybe he has something in mind

"Why are we here?" you ask, walking down the stairs that separate the street from the beach, careful not to trip due to the dim lighting. Rin doesn't turn around, continuing to walk on the cold sand "Did you hear me?" you ask again, quickening your pace towards him. You stop him by grabbing his arm, forcing him to turn towards you "Rin?" you ask worriedly, pursing your lips

"Let's break up" he says, the sentence hitting your ears like a stab in the heart. For the first few seconds you remain still, your hand still gripping his arm. The blow passes through your body so slowly and painfully that at first you don't seem to hear the words coming out of his mouth, thinking they are just a bad joke dictated by the anxiety you have accumulated during the day "Huh?"

"You heard me. Let's break up" he says, finally looking up. In his teal eyes you read a chilling coldness, one you've never seen in all these years of knowing each other. It is precisely this coldness of his, his way of saying it calmly, that hurts you the most and makes you understand how serious he really is. You let go of his arm, taking a few steps back because of fear "Are you kidding? Why?" you say with a trembling voice, not daring to look anywhere else but in his eyes, hoping to find a minimum of affection or pity. But there is only determination, only coldness. There is not the love that you have always read in it

"I don't need a relationship right now. During the tour I realized that I function better when you're not around, when I know I can give my all without fear of making you feel inferior" he says, and if it was painful before, now you can swear you're dying. You don't know how to respond, you don't know how to scream at him that you don't deserve this after everything you've done for him, after all the love you've given him in these years of relationship. But nothing comes out of your lips, nothing that can make him feel as bad as he is now doing to you. You stand still, your body shaking like your heart. You stare at him and, for the first time, you think you're facing a stranger

"I can't get to the top without you around. Leave me alone, forget me, do whatever you want. But I don't love you anymore" he says, and after that you see him lower his gaze. In a handful of seconds you see him pass you, climbing the stairs that take him back to the street and no longer on the beach. You don't dare turn around, you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears that are silently leaving your eyes. You don't even hear the sound of the waves anymore, only a static accompanied by his footsteps that take him further and further away from you "We're leaving for another tour next week. I won't have the problem of having you around" he says, filling you in on something you knew absolutely nothing about. You turn around only after hearing this, but his figure is already far enough away for you to yell at him. It wasn't just tiredness

Screaming wouldn't help you now, not when you don't even know if you have the strength to do it. Thinking that up until this moment you have dedicated your life to the dream of someone who doesn't even love you anymore and doesn't want to have you around makes you vomit, especially considering how many times he lied to you back then to keep you quiet. You threw away years of goals just to make him happy, only to find yourself in the exact same situation again: others at the top and you without a result

Maybe this is your life's goal, to be only a conduit and never the winner. Maybe you're not meant to see yourself happy, you're someone who helps

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[imminent-danger-came]

Hey. Putting my hand on your shoulder with tears in my eyes. Elsa’s Song by The Amazing Devil with Shadowpeach

Your voice, it carries over the hubbub and the hum And it paints the sky and circles high like the beating of a drum You will scream, "I won't forget you, " but I'll cover my cold ears It cannot be a lie if no one hears 'Cause although you say good day to me, I know I don't belong And although you hold my hand and say, "I love you, " you are wrong

Damn. Okay.

[cubbihue]

“He knows Timmy will come around eventually. It's only a matter of waiting for his clock to run out. And HP is very patient.” Hey uh.. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN HIS CLOCK TO RUN OUT is he waiting for Timmy to become a full fairy (Pixie?) and when that happens Timmy forgets about being a human entirely?

Sometimes Timmy wonders why he has grudges against certain fairies. Some of them, he can understand- like his dislike of Dr. Rip Studwell. But other ones, like with Cupid, it's a bit of a blur.

He must've been a very very vindictive 10 year old! Ah, well! Timmy's learned that he has to pick and choose his own battles wisely.

And uh. Fighting with the man who decides his paycheck and vacation days is not a battle worth choosing. Talk about a hostile work environment!!

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[copia]

the mortifying ordeal of attaching papa to a tattoo enquiry form

[ask-thearchivists]

(the same with riddles)

*sees The Collector reaction to the Giraffes*

o-o

Why did you became so concerned about the Giraffes? Did they intrigued you?

There's a lot of curious animals, one per example is the Platypus, it has the head of a bird, body of a beaver, it has fins like a sea-lion, tail of a beaver, they are mammals but lay eggs and has poison.

There's also the horse shoe crab, who's blood are blue, because it has more oxygen in their bodie's construction, and many curious and scary abyssal creatures, like: the angler fish, the fang tooth, the vampire squid, the giant isopod ,giant crabs, ugly and scary abyssal fishes and the majestic giant squid and the colossal squid.

:p

The Collector: Earth animals are so interesting! Luz showed me a meme that called a cat "the nefarious anglerfish" and it was really funny. I want a platypus really bad because they're sooo cool but Camilla said I shouldn't take animals without permission.

[miodiodavinci]

collapses to the ground like a deflated balloon

[blushy-tigerrr]

vent in tags sorry

cw: mention of loss

[huginsmemory]

Where's that one Ford art post thats like I'm in the best years of my life clutching a hot pink thermos thingy with hot gurl juice when he's clearly not. cause damn . Yeah

[kyouka-supremacy]

Failed a social interaction 0 injured 1 killed (me)