#he just feels abandoned ☹️

[msdeadlymouse]

I think I would like Jegulus and Black Brothers fics more if most of the characterization of regulus wasn’t just him being needlessly cruel because he’s had a bad childhood

[veggiesxxx]

When they get jealous (HCs)

Rafayel (1/4)

- He's not afraid to show you how affected he is by it

- he absolutely will complain and believes you're abandoning him

- a dehydrated fish, 'drying out'

- when you get irritated by the pouty whining he'll apologise

- will subtly bring up your past together as a silent plea to not leave him

- he exaggerates what happened that made him jealous for sympathy points

- doesn't mean whatever he says about you going to leave him— would rather paint an ugly picture and sign it than have you more than 3 feet away from him.

- take care of him pls (he says with watery eyes ☹️)

Sylus (2/4)

- Jealous? No, not him.

- Definitely not him.

- acts like he was just concerned about his kitten's safety, thats why he's brooding around with Mephisto on his shoulder

- when in reality he's afraid you're gonna leave him.

- will not let go of your hand after the incident for at least a week

- insists you wear the brooch he gave you every day after that— wear it in your hair if you have to— even if it doesn't match

- wants it to be the first thing you tell people about when you meet them

- in his head, it goes: "hi. look at this thing my lover gave me. Yeah, blocks them"

Zayne (3/4)

- it's him. he's jealous.

- you can't accept gifts from guys. that's a no no.

- if you do happen to accept something while he's not there, trust me, he'll find out

- he will mail the gift back to the sender with a polite restraining order

- if you get upset with him for it, he will just smile at you and pet your head. He's already prepared for it. He took an off-day to spend time with you. He knows his little hunter is smart enough to realise he sent the gift back.

- he doesnt mind listening to you scold and berate him, only occasionally giving you some intelligent-ass remark or response that forces you to pause

- his remark will make you get more pissed at him and scold him more indignantly

- to be honest, he does it on purpose. He just likes to hear your voice.

Xavier (4/4)

- sulk. sulk. sulk. that's all that's on his mind

- he's clueless on how else to respond. you surely can't expect him to actually be upfront about his feelings, right? it's much easier to just wait for his adorable star to comfort him.

- and it makes him feel better when he knows you can tell when he's upset— and you don't tell him how obvious he is either

- he thinks he hides it well, actually. And he'll regard you as a really good significant other because you know what he's feeling

- he has a low tolerance for jealousy, so after a few times of this in succession, sprinkling him with affection isn't enough to stop his sulking

- will take his anger out on anything other than you

- wishes he could punch the other man/men in the face

- why do people need to be spared if they're as dangerous as wanderers?

- dangerous as in going to steal his beloved's heart, of course. in his opinion, thats worse than a wanderer.

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(Click on their names to link to respective POV oneshot)

[gladiatorcunt]

I want to be non conned by Anakin ☹️

the first time i saw this ask, i was eating chicken nuggets (safe food moment) and was like "damn me too 😔." (obvious tw non con, choking, canon sw universe ani, delusional and obsessive behavior, forced pregnancy/baby trapping, reader has a pussy, use of the word “wife” in a gender roles way and “pillow princess”)

anakin can do nearly every variation and flavor of non con imo, his canon character allows for a lot of flexibility in that area. there's the soft and sweet gentle non con where he's smoothing his hands up and down your back as his thrusts bury you in the sheets. he's not crying, just a little teary because it feels so good and maybe you'll finally listen to him about how the two of you are meant to be together. that's very aotc anakin coded to me, not that rots!anakin couldn't do it like that in the right circumstances (and how you behave and react to certain situations).

for example in the beginning of aotc, and you're another padawan who's formed an unnatural bond with ani over the years. he's anxious to be knighted and you can tell that his mood is dampening more and more every day. all he says is that he has trouble sleeping, nightmares and obi-wans' karking loud snoring. you giggle and fall for the misdirection, tugging him over to the sparring mat. the next time you meet, you hear more about padmé and their history. he's being assigned to protect her so he can't be your training partner for the time being.

it's noble, of course, it's unbecoming of a jedi to be anything other than happy to see anakin follow the path you always knew he could. he has a light in his eyes you haven't seen in weeks and you attribute that to a person rather than considering the possibility that he's happy because he finally has a purpose. but you're 20 years old, being a (hopefully) future jedi master doesn't grant you any extra wisdom when it comes to love. you don't think much of pulling away, ani is going to have his hands full (of what you refuse to think further on) and you should start sorting out your priorities.

you've just made the biggest mistake of your life. outside the room where the senator is peacefully slumbering away, anakin can't stop overthinking and wondering what he did wrong. why haven't you been answering his messages, he's told you so many times that he could fix your holopad for you. he's so deep in thought that he barely makes it in time to terminate the insects deployed to poison padmé and chase after the assassin. he doesn't know that this time apart has allowed you to have an epiphany, and that you'll be gone by the time he comes back from naboo. perhaps there was more to the galaxy than being a jedi.

he tracks you down after his mother dies, feeling adrift without you and high off the adrenaline of indulging the darker parts of his soul. he wouldn't even have known you were leaving had it not been for a concerned message from obi-wan. you didn't even leave coruscant, you wandered down into the lower levels like you were waiting to die. well you don't get to do that without him, so he pins you down on the sorry excuse for a bed you've bought yourself and tells you that this must be what it feels like to make love. your tears mingle as you kiss slowly and flames lick at his back as you drag your hands down his flesh. he murmurs that it's okay, he can't lose you too and he knows just what to do, plenty of couples in the galaxy settle down young. he'd never abandon you, to leave behind what he has allowed to grow into his skin like an abscess is aberrant to the core of anakin's very being.

your pussy parts like the petals of a flower as he pushes his leaky cock into you, and it's so beautiful with his cum seeping out that he knows the force incarnate is between your thighs. you're still sniffling, and your nipples feel bitten to shreds, and that's alright. marriage day jitters are normal, he can only imagine how much more you'll glow when you have a piece or two of the force's son growing in your womb. he blushes and stammers when he asks you to keep his cum in and not touch yourself while he's gone, excited at the prospect of playing husband and wife until the mission is over and you can have a real wedding.

you tell yourself that you hated what your best friend did to you, but you keep your hand away from your begging cunt and smother yourself with the spare cloak he left behind. in a way, desire pools in your gut at the thought that you have to be forced to come out of your shell. you know anakin has grown up too hungry to hate fighting for his meal, and he has done enough proving himself. the flecks of blood matting the hair at the nape of his neck flashes through your mind as you grind your hips up against nothing. his movements were awkward at the first, but his sheer determination and passion had your brain leaking out of your ears by the end.

you remember feeling his dick twitch when you tensed, and he thought that you would attempt to fight but you only moaned and kept his head tucked away in the crook of your shoulder. the force radiated of embarrassed satisfaction that grew more confident with every squeak and groan. he liked seeing the fight drain out of your eyes more than the idea of you actually following through on it. your soresu never quite matched up to his anyway.

then there's the harder version. you resist more in whatever scenario and you delude yourself into thinking that anakin is the kind of dog that would throw away the bone he's chomping down on when he's bored of it. he manhandles you and tosses you around the room, shoving his cock up to the hilt and snarling at you to know who is doing this to you and love him anyway. your snot slides down the wall and your face is smushed against the peeling paint, blood drips down his length when he pulls out and he actually pouts in disappointment when he misses a few drops as he scoops it up with his fingers and takes them into his mouth. you're dizzy as he chokes you, your head spins when he spanks you while forcing you to ride his face. you will stare down the lightsaber handle of his devotion and push the button without hesitation.

you'd likely end up pregnant and waiting on your jedi husband to fall from one pedestal after the other. but the one reserved for the man of the house is guarded by you and your children, he bends over the gilded railing and kisses the breath out of your lungs. even when that pedestal drips with tar and becomes an ominous throne. this is a story that happened so long ago after all, nothing can be done to alter events that have already come to pass.

BUT ANYWAY, his prosthetic arm would also be a big focus in non con. no matter how hard he's ruining you or beating your body up, there will always be undeniable and inevitable love in it for anakin. punishments involving impact are dulled down and reduced to only his flesh hand. even in the gentler non con situations, he's so careful and aware of where his mechanical arm is at all times and what it's doing. there is no bruise he wants to give you when you did not deserve them, he offers it as a cooling balm of sorts to your heated skin in the aftermath. he likes to watch you lather the metal digits in spit as you suckle while you come down from your forced high, sometimes he swears he can feel the ridges of your tongue slide along the smooth surface.

he's so in love.

even with non con, i actually don't see anakin being all that verbal right after he cums. he'll have to calm down a bit before he can start speaking. but he'll silently nuzzle you and caress the spots on your body you wouldn't really think about, like the side of your sore tit and right on the plush flesh above your left hip bone. very touch you know and if you're able to pick up on it i imagine he would send out calming energy and just pure love into the force. but it's so intense you think you can see the smoke vapors rising up from your skin. visions of the future are shared between you, as well as eventual whispered promises of you being the crown jewel of his new empire. imagine the elaborate nurseries, putting the children to bed and then getting countless orgasms as thanks for being the best wife and parent in the galaxy. but he's sure to remind you that no one would ever love you more than anakin, even your children.

and i don't see him dipping into non con somno much other than the initial tease to your wet cunt and inserting his hard cock into your hole. the slow creep into your room, the creak of your bed as he settles his weight down, the soft woosh of the blanket being pulled off your gorgeous body. he'd want you to wake up and thrash around for a few seconds before giving in to how good he knows he's making you feel. because he knows perfectly well he could send out suggestions into the force that you put you deeply asleep and without chance of ever waking up until he wants you to. but your genuine reactions are so cute, playing with his soulmate is only fun if you can actively participate.

whether that be by crying or humping him desperately or clawing trenches down his back or riding him on the rare occasion your hormones have overpowered your pillow princess tendencies.

also this isn't non con related but in terms of love languages: other than physical touch, i think words of affirmation is a big one for him. actually being verbally reassured and given sweet nothings of his own to tuck away between his robes for him to focus on as he cuts down any threat to your eternal happiness. being told that he is worthy of love and that he's an incredible jedi, i think just being told that you're proud of him and that he hasn't spent years trying to be somebody to someone for nothing. blah blah he internalizes so much that it would help him to be given an opportunity to express those feelings blah etc etc and having you validate him would render his need to be on the council largely useless etc.

(he would unironically kill to be your alpha in an a/b/o setting i fear)

[aceofheartsssss]

❤️ Deadpool 🖤 and 💛 Wolverine🖤 x Reader Scenarios

Yes, I’ve got a thing for them, how did you know? Everybody is in LOVE with Deadpool and Wolverine and I’ve seen some bubs say that they want fics and I want them too, so I made some scenariossss cuz DAMN IT, Wade and Logan are hot~ Go read my older stuff they feel abandoned :( Summary: Scenarios on how they’d act if they had a crush on you, how they’d act if y’all were a thing, yada yada, fluff, slight spiciness, etc. Let’s fucking go! ❤️💛 Warnings: Swearing, slightly spicy, and mentions of violence but y’all gon have to get used to that on my blog-

- Deadpool/Wade (I’ve loved him for years, he’s just so fineeee~)

How you’d act as friends (but you grew on him tho)

Sometimes he accidentally starts acting a little less intense and silly, and more soft around you, then he quickly snaps out of it

He keeps flirting, usual for him, but his flirting is more intense around you

He doesn’t want to admit his feelings because he thinks you’ll reject him because of his scarred body and face (aww ☹️)

He’s always showing off and posing whenever he fights and kills around you~

He keeps trying to hug, touch, kiss and do shit like that (it’s Deadpool, c’mon man)

He literally does not shut up for one second around you

He actually blushes underneath the mask when you actually say something nice to him instead of yelling (he’s so glad you can’t see his face most of the time 👉👈)

You love to watch movies and shit with him because he makes them way more fun than they already are

He finds his own crazy, actually insane ways to spend a lot of time with you (like you don’t wanna know his complicated plots-)

He likes giving you the most random and useless things (aww)

He secretly loves it when you genuinely laugh at his shenanigans

He really knows how to stick to you so he’ll slowly grow on you like mold

How you’d act as partners (he’s stuck on like glue)

Now that he’s got full access to you, he will never stop touching you (cuddling, hand holding, hugging, poking, kissing, getting it on, etc.)

He constantly reminds you how he feels about you~

Constant compliments cuz yeah- 😭❤️

”Sweetheart,” “Babe,” “Baby,” “My love-”

He’s mostly dom but switches cuz he really enjoys being, uhh… (well, you watched the movies…)

He could and probably would kill anyone who tried to hurt you in any way possible (traumatized red man hates evil ppl 🗡️)

You best believe he’s good getting shit on, considering the experience and his super-powered… tools... (He’s really good…)

He’s the kind of guy who would literally never cheat and would quite literally be in love with you… forever (I mean it, he really is like that-)

He’d go broke trying to buy you stuff he thinks you want- 😭

You best believe that he’d do anything in his power to make sure you guys can be together as long as possible (he’d make a deal with the devil if it meant you had an extended lifespan like his)

He likes eating and chatting with you (so fun- 🌮🍔🍕)

He is the best hugger and cuddle-r with that big, strong, textured body~ (imagine omg-)

Beneath all the trauma, the killing, the humor, jokes, he really is just a big, soft, cuddly boi 👏✨

He’s just a playful guy, like you’d never get bored

-

Wolverine/Logan (as feral as an actual wolverine for him~)

How you’d act as friends (he kinda doesn’t know he likes you)

He’s nicer (slightly) to you than to anyone else and he doesn’t know why

He taunts other people (*cough* Wade-) along with you instead of against you (despite what he usually does)

He throws out an accidental compliment here and there (his eyes go wide when he realizes~ 💛)

Out of character for him, he snaps at people who mock, taunt, tease, flirt, or throw insults at you (I wonder why~)

You’ll catch him smirking or smiling before he fixes it and frowns again

He’s so touch starved but can’t say anything because of his own Wolverine-y reasons (tough boi 😔)

He’ll melt if you initiate the touches (hugs, cheek kisses, hand holding, random “friendly” patting, etc.)

He finds himself hanging around you more than anyone else despite apparently hating people

How you’d act as partners (he wants you as much as possible)

He’d spent as much time with you as possible, always holding you tight

He compliments you however he can

He never wants to let you go (he’s scared of losing you because of his extended lifespan)

Get ready for the most overprotective, husband material man, who’d likely beat anyone to a pulp for you~

He’d give the nastiest death glare to anyone that’s being negative towards you (it’s so sexy tho-)

Don’t tease or taunt him… (or do 😰)

He’s always a stiff man, but around you he’s just… different

He melts at your touch, and this kitty definitely has Puss in Boots eyes (🥺)

”Love,” “Doll,” “Bub,” “Darlin’,”

He def dom all the time, y’all seen the movies-

He’s very good btw. Like a loooot- Soft but rough ngl (idk how but he is, trust-)

He’s into pain… *wink* (canon btw)

He’d treat you right like a fucking gentleman

He’s a nice cuddle-r despite the tough exterior (he’s so touchable, he’d squeeze you so tightttt)

He’s just a comforting, big, strong guy, who wouldn’t want that?

There we go, bubs. Had to get it outta my system~

Lemme know if ya liked my writing, I need the compliments/advice.

(Yessss tie them up…)

[senbbonzakura]

Hey can you do a main 3 w/most toxic dating traits??

stan + kyle w most toxic dating traits

🗯️ tw : just angsty i guess

💭 a/n : ofc! had to do some research on this one,,,, also i didnt do kenny because i had literally no idea what to give him :( i hope you understand and still like it!

Stan :

this one is obvious af but jealousy

like deadass. this man has such heavy jealousy issues

doesnt matter if its just a friend hes jealous of

he knows he shouldnt be jealous of a friend, but he cant help it ☹️

back on the jealousy, its so bad to the point where he might just breakdown and ignore you for a while if he sees u with someone else

its not jealousy in itself tho.. hes just afraid you will leave him for someone better than him. is sooo scared of abandonment

kinda like "what if she leaves me??? i need to ignore her for a while so i can get used to not being with her just in case" mindset

and trust me. reassurance wont help him. maybe it might just make him feel secure for a while, but its NOT for long. its over the second he sees u being happier with someone else

thats why its hard to keep up wit him bc on one hand u want to hang out with your friends but you dont want to hurt him yk

Kyle :

uhhh ermmm silent treatment dare i say

sometimes when u piss him off he just ignores u for a while..

he needs to calm down because he doesnt want to go too hard on you yk

sometimes he does tho and its another toxic thing abt him

when he gets mad he gets mad.

doesnt know when to stop if he already gets into it.

sorry anger issues core

yk how some people still fight even if u wanna end the fight

hes kinda like that

though hes really mad at HIMSELF after a rough fight after he realizes that he went too far

will apologize to you in the sweetest way after

[love-belle]

you're my best friend !!!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which she just loves her best friend, who happens to be her boyfriend's best friend's girlfriend.

or

for when it's everything you have ever wanted in your life.˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i love this so much, i hope you like it!! hopefully a carlos one shot would be out by tonight along with a social media au!! i love you, thank you so much for reading!!

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[sorrowfulrosebud]

Oh boy jokes on you, saying "give me Shoji asks" summons me from the void! How about werewolf or puppy boy head canons? Like he's had a hard life, and reader is just good and gentle to him? Calls him a handsome boy?

I AM FIFHTING THE URGE TO CONVULSE TWITCH AND DIE AHHHHHHHH ANON I LOBE UIUE BIG BRAIN SO MUCH

🜸 First and foremost, Shoji is definitely a big dog breed. I’m thinking like Tibetan Mastiff. Big, beefy boy with the fluffiest ears and MASSIVE tail.

🜸 I think reader would most likely have adopted Shoji in a hybrid adoption shelter. He had a very neglectful past; his mother passing not long after birthing him, being thrown from house to house. Some people were really mean and beat him, giving the poor puppyboynasty scars on his mouth 🥺🥺

🜸 He handed himself in to the shelter. He couldn’t afford to live on the streets since he needed a bed and food. Poor puppy just wanted a proper chance at a family 🥺

🜸 Many families pulled faces at the thought of keeping Shoji. He was so so big, and given his background they all thought he’d be too rough with the kids.

🜸 SOBBING THATS WHEN HE WEARS A MUZZLE TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL COMFORTABLE BUT DOESNT REALISE IT CAUSES THE OPPOSITE ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

🜸 You end up wandering into the adoption agency, looking for a more mature hybrid to take home. You were brought in front of the MASSIVE hybrid who looked far too cramped for his pen :(

🜸 His eyes shone a little at the idea of being seen. You knelt in front of him, offering him a smile before seeing the muzzle.

The attendant at the agency led you through the heavy metal door amidst all of the noisy yapping of other hybrids. He knocked on Shoji’s door to get his attention.

Shoji’s fluffy ears pricked up. A meeting? Someone wanted to see him?! Quiet hope flooded his system. He hoped that this person would be lovely, and love him like he deserved.

You step back a little to give Shoji his space as he opens the door. The hybrid’s head bumped noisily against the door as you winced in sympathy. A small whine left his lips as he rubbed his sore ears, before shutting up and looking at you.

Your eyes widened a little bit at the sight of the bulky muzzle. You couldn’t recall a history of biting or aggression. Putting that aside, you smiled softly at the tall puppyboy. Shoji’s tail wagged slowly, bending down so he was sat on his knees in front of you. Again, your eyes widened at his practised submission.

You got to your knees too, leaving a respectful amount of space between the two of you.

“Hello, sweet boy. My, aren’t you so pretty,” you cooed softly, offering a hand for Shoji to sniff if he should so want. Onyx eyes widened.

He was…pretty?!

His head found itself slowly dropping, until it made contact with your hand. Your fingers worked a gentle rhythm near the base of his ears, hearing the womp of his tail behind him. You giggle softly, much to Shoji’s delight. Your head turns to the attendant.

“Can we get the paperwork started, please? I’d love to take Shoji home today if possible.”

🜸 You’d asked about the muzzle, your heart melting when the attendant said that he only took it off to eat. He said that Mezo was frightened of people seeing his face and being scared of him.

🜸 He also gave you his history. Mezo did NOT do well with abandonment. He was a very anxious hybrid, often bending over backwards for other hybrids so they would like him, much to no avail.

🜸 You took Mezo home that day.

The thick door of your home opened slowly, allowing Mezo to sniff around. His tail hadn’t stopped wagging since you clipped the generic brand collar around his neck. The leash hung loosely in your hand, making Mezo a little anxious but didn’t dampen his new mood.

You undid your shoes, placing them neatly on the rack. A hearty sigh left your lips as you faced your new puppyboy.

“Well my sweet boy, I’m super hungry. Would you like some lunch?” You offered him gently.

Mezo’s mind blanked out at the nickname.

He was…sweet?

“Mezo?” You asked him softly. Black eyes snapped back to you as he stood awkwardly in the hall. Is it too soon to ask for cuddles? You smiled at him softly.

“Here, come in the living room. You’re free to explore anywhere you like,” you explained happily, leaving to go to the kitchen. A quiet whine makes you turn your head around to the shaky puppyboy. Your heart melted at the sight of his teary eyes.

“Oh no, sweet pup don’t cry! I know new places can be scary,” you walk to him, slowly placing your hands in his snow white locks.

His tail wagged as his hands struggled to stay by his sides. You caught on immediately.

“Would you like to cuddle, my good boy?” You ask him softly. Mezo nodded wildly, following you to the couch. He kneels in front of you, wrapping his arms around you as he rests his face against your tummy. The muzzle rides uncomfortably into your tummy as you wince.

“Mezo? You know you can take the muzzle off. I know you don’t have a problem with biting or aggression.”

Mezo physically tenses beneath you.

“I know of your background. I know your poor face has been scarred. But please know,” you lift his teary face with your hands.

“I’m never going to give you up. You don’t need to keep the muzzle on whenever we’re in the same room. I understand if you want to keep your face covered until you feel comfortable, but I have some bandanas and masks. They’d be so much better for your poor skin,” you offered, kissing Mezo’s forehead gently.

Poor Mezo’s brain was melting. So much praise and choice was too much.

“M-mask please,” he mumbled shyly. You smiled at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Of course, sweet boy.”

[headkiss]

Peter dealing with a reader who has a bad migraine and having to ask the others how to help because they’ve dealt with it before ☹️ scared of hurting her more but also scared of not being caring enough

hiii tysm for requesting!!! it’s a teeny bit different but i hope u like it all the same <33 | 0.7k of fluff

You and Peter have this unspoken agreement anytime there’s a need for partners in class. Your eyes searching for his, his already on you when you find them.

Then, you’ll go to one of your houses and start as soon as possible. It’s easy to work with him. He’s smart (like, insanely smart), kind, and you’d like to think you’re friends. It’s difficult not to get distracted by him. His soft eyes, messy hair, shy smile.

Even so, you’d rather be partners with him than anyone else.

You’re sitting at the small, round kitchen table in your apartment with him, textbooks spread out, pencils scratching against your notebooks. It’s a comfortable silence, a practiced routine that makes you not mind homework so much.

When you peek up at him, he’s bent close to his page, hair falling over his forehead. You hold your pencil tighter to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. You look back down quickly.

As time goes on, it’s not him that distracts you so much today. Instead, it’s a pressure in your head, a pounding that’s getting louder and louder and harder to ignore. Having to look so closely at words on paper isn’t helping, and it isn’t long before you drop the pencil onto the table and rest your forehead on the cool wood of the table.

Peter notices something’s wrong. He’s always been good at that, now more than ever.

“You okay, bug?” He asks, and you think his voice is the only one you’d tolerate right now.

“Headache,” you mumble.

“You get them a lot?” Peter abandons his work, too, and leans over to brush his hand over your arm.

“Yeah, sometimes. Just give me a minute, and we can keep going.”

He shakes his head, “we’ll do it another day. What can I do to help?”

“There’s some meds in the bathroom. Behind the mirror. The blue label.”

Just like that, the warmth of his hand, of his presence, leaves you. It makes the pain a little worse, him being gone, like his touch was enough to help.

Peter worries easily, and when it comes to you, it’s only worse. He looks through the cabinet and finds what he thinks you wanted him to grab, but he feels like he should be helping more, he wants to help more.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and dials Aunt May’s number.

“Peter, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just, um, what do you do when someone has a migraine?”

“Is your head hurting? You can come home and-”

“No,” he stops her. “Not mine.”

She knows he’s with you, and though he’s never told her outright, May also knows that he likes you. A lot.It’s pretty obvious with how often he talks about you, with how his face sort of lights up when he does.

“Ohhh,” she hums in understanding. He can’t see it, but she’s smiling on her side of the phone. “I see. Turning off the lights helps, and a cool towel on the face or neck.”

“Thanks, May.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He hangs up and hopes he didn’t keep you waiting for long. It’s just, he’s afraid that he might hurt you, that he might make things worse and that’s the last thing he’d want. So, he had to make sure he knew how to help.

You’re sitting in the same chair, but your head’s no longer resting on the table. You’re sitting up with your eyes squinted, trying to block out the light a little.

“Here, bug,” Peter says quietly, handing you the small bottle.

“Thank you, Peter. You don’t have to stay, by the way.”

“I’d like to stay. If that’s alright?”

It’s embarrassing to be seen all weak, but Peter is nothing but gentle with you. He keeps his voice quiet like he doesn’t want to irritate you. You decide you’d rather spend more time with him than not.

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

You’ve ended up on the couch, the lights off and the apartment silent besides the sounds of Peter moving about.

He comes back with a small towel in hand, sitting next to you and guiding your head onto his shoulder. Slowly, he lifts his arm to press the towel against your forehead, and he keeps it there for you.

“This okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. Feels nice.”

It could be the towel, or the meds, or it could just be him, but you feel better and better by the minute.

[beefboyandbabygirl]

can i request pleasee? wonwoo oneshot based on taylor swift's song "the very first night" because i'm in need of smutty with extra fluffy in it ☹️😔

Very First Night

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, exes to lovers

warnings: this is SMUT MDNI!, oral (f receiving), regular smegular missionary, making out, exes getting back together, brief mentions of clubbing and alcohol, petnames (baby, darling)

quotes from beefboy: "it's FIERCE" (sorry thats the only one i dont feel like scrolling thru all our messages AHHA)

wordcount: 1k

a/n: first request yaaay!! i know im a little late into the game by now (my summer vacay is pretty packed lol), but in case ur confuuuuused, hiii im the bbygirl to the beefboy (aka user @joshibambi), im taking care of all the requests xx. And im gonna be v honest here and say i hadn't heard this song until this request lol, but i took this task SERIOUSLY and i love basing fics on songs (i make a playlist for all of beefboys fics, its true), so like keep em coming. i rlly hope u like it!! (this was a v long a/n lmao i promise they wont all b like this).

You watched his name on your phone screen, displayed in your contacts in a row amongst many other w-names. Wiliam, Wade, Walter- Who the fuck was Wylan? You tried to pay attention to any other name but his.

Wonwoo.

And then you thought, fuck it. It wasn’t like things had ended on bad terms. They had ended on we-are-busy-and-maybe-we-should-try-something-new terms. It was easy. An honest talk on the couch during a chilly Friday afternoon, and you had decided it was the best option. For the both of you.

And it was only after the fourth weekend out with your friends after the breakup, you realized what had happened.  

You missed him. You missed him so bad, you wished you could abandon the strong drinks and sweaty air of the bar that reminded you so much of your very first night with him. But you didn’t. You didn’t say a word as you danced under flashes of pink and red with strangers. Nobody knew.

Nobody knew how much you missed him. Not until now.

“Hello?” 

He sounded confused, maybe even a little startled when he answered your call. Maybe you should have told your friends so they could have talked you out of this afterall.

“Hey Wonwoo.”

“Hey…”

You realized you hadn’t actually planned what you were going to do from here. 

“Do you- Like, wanna come over?”

It went silent on the other end again, and the question echoed in your head, suddenly sounding pretty wrong.

“I mean- Not like that, just like if you wanna talk, you know? Catch up and stuff, I just wanna make sure you’re okay and-“

“Y/n, let me stop you right there.”

Well. That didn’t seem too good.

“I, uh- Okay, fuck, this is really embarrasing, but I’m- I’m already here.”

“…What the fuck?”

“Yeah, and I was gonna do this whole- I don’t know this whole thing, and now you’ve ruined it, actually. So thank you.”

The familiar sarcastic tone of his voice made you giggle as you got up from the couch and sauntered towards the door.

“Really? What kinda thing?”

You were teasing him now, but hell, you had already decided to call your ex on a lonely late night. Might as well go all out.

“This whole…Romantic thing, I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry, but I just-“

Before he could continue, you pushed the door open, and there he was. Not a particularly spectacular sight, to the average person. Dressed in sweats with his glasses (your favorite pair. The slutty ones), sliding down his nose a little, exposing the fact that he probably ran all the way up the stairs. 

And still he was beautiful. The most beautiful you’d ever seen him.

“…So do we talk first, or do you wanna-?”, he asked. 

“I was thinking fuck first, talk second?”

“I wanna kiss you first though.”

“Kissing is an integral part of sex.”

“I know, but I wanna kiss you now.”

“Was that your romantic thing? Burst into my apartment and kiss me?”

He shrugged.

“I figured you’d like it.”

You took a step closer to him.

“You were right.”

At some point during the kiss you both made it past your doorstep, lips pressed together tightly and limbs intertwined in all sorts of impossible ways. 

Once again you were brought back to your first night together. How you practically jumped into his car, and he pressed the gas as hard as he could, and the lights and neon signs were so pretty it felt like they were there just for you. How you stumbled through the hotel room door all smitten and giggling, the sounds of the busy city life behind the window not even coming close to drowning out the sound of your pounding hearts. It was written in the sky that night, the longing, the want, the need you felt for each other. 

You were brought back to the present when the air got punched out of your lungs, as your back hit the mattress of your bed. Wonwoo crawled on top of you, his eyes meeting yours. 

You kissed again. Your limbs intertwined again, and clothes flew all over your room as you scrambled to get back to each other after all this time. you knew then and there that your very first night together was going to be incomparable to this feeling. This feeling, in this moment. 

His lips kissed their way down your body, not leaving a single spot missed until he met your clit, his nose brushing against it ever so lightly. 

“Don’t tease, Won- Ah.”

He couldn’t dream of teasing. Not now, when you were right here, and even though he didn’t get to tell you the words he had memorized, he couldn’t really care. Not when all he could think of at this moment, with his lips wrapped around your clit and tongue prodding at your hole, was you.

“God, so fucking good, missed this fucking pussy”, he mumbled into your dripping core as you gripped his hair tighter and gave in to the inevitable urge to grind against his tongue. 

“I know you’re close baby, come on. Cum for me darling.”

With one last flick of his skilled tongue you were falling over the edge, a rush running through your body that couldn’t compete with any other feeling.

Still in a daze, his chin coated in your wetness, Wonwoo made his way back up your body until his lips were on your neck and his hard cock was grinding against you. 

“Need you Won, need you so bad, please.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, as you ran your nails down his toned back and nipped at his earlobe in a desperate attempt to get him to do something. Anything. Everything.

“I know, I know. Need you too baby, you have no idea.”

He was almost panting, and soon enough his struggling breaths became a long content sigh as your sweet pleas and whines had him pushing into you, your familiar warmth sucking him in.

His thrusts were sharp and deep and fucking perfect. You didn’t want it fast, didn’t want it hard or rough, you wanted it real, wanted it to be just him and you and nothing else.

“Do you know-“

Now he was truly out of breath, heavy sighs and grunts tumbling from his swollen lips right next to your ear as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“-How much i missed you? Missed you so fucking much, I should have never, fuck, never let anything get in the way.”

God, how nice it felt to know he had missed you. And how nice it felt for someone to finally know how much you had missed him. 

Between a hundred more I missed you-es, you dragged each other through the fall, him after you (ever the gentleman), and between many quick kisses and a few drowsy ones you fell asleep in his arms. 

Just like the very first night.

[emmyrosee]

IM GOING TO SAY THIS 😘 AND THEN IM GOING TO RUN. 🏃🏻‍♀️VERY FAR AWAY, 💃DO NOT LOOK AT ME, DO NOT PERCEIVE ME OKAY??? AVERT YOUR EYES AND FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED. I’m exposing myself here again 🤩

…so I would like to be chased… by one of our boys… yes I said OUR. 🤧 BY KUROO. THE FIRST BOY IN HAIKYUU I FELL IN LOVE WITH.

but. I want him(.) to just give you a look?? randomly??? that screams “run” EITHER when he’s in a playful mood (maybe he’ll work you up a bit first, get you into the same playful mood he’s in with some teasing. bc we all know HE’D BE SO GOOD AT THAT. SLY MF.) OR bc you’re in a super high energy mood and need to be dealt with. and you get chased around after, adrenaline SO high. what happens when you eventually get caught? who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️ (he knows)

and and and he might just make it fun, if you manage to hide from him, he’d turn it into a game somehow. Literally do not look at me please. stop it, look away. I’m embarrassed for some reason. But if I’m gonna expose myself I’m at least gonna do it where I feel SAFE (your ask box). And Ik I won’t be JUDGED (bc we are of similar mind when it comes to our boys I feel like). (and maybe after the makeshift hide and go seek game there’s cuddles on the bed and super sweet kisses and just lots of softness from your big baby of a bf who just wants to have childish fun with you :((( cause he loves having fun w the love of his life ☹️) this was a mess bc for some reason when I’m sappy like this I cannot articulate what I want to say properly :(

THIS IS LONG WOW!!! and once again, NO RUSH AT ALL!!!! PUT IT ON THE BACK-BURNER ITS TOTALLY OKAY!!!! it’s just a funky little thought after all 😋

anon <3

GOD I LOVE OUR BOYFRIEND!!!!

So here’s the thing right? Here’s what’s cool about Kuroo- arguably, the only thing cool about Kuroo bc he’s a dweeb.

Basically, his entire life, he spent messing with people, but his real practice and the reason he’s so good, is because of Kenma. His first victim, but also the one who he learned the art of body language and subtleties about communication. It’s something Kenma warned you about when you first started dating, but judging by the immediate ruffle Kuroo have his hair, you know Kenma wasn’t being too serious.

So, because of the pudding head I adore so much, Kuroo knows exactly how you’re feeling regarding certain play fighting tactics, or if you’re not in the mood when he can then go gentle and just have you in his arms.

He’s cool like that.

For example, just four days ago, you clearly needed a small jostle of playful affection, some playful attention, but you were so busy to ask and just let it go. But tetsuro knew better; he could see the way your breath would hitch when he’d make you laugh, or bring you food and gently rub your back. His touch seemed to jostle you; you just wouldn’t give in.

He’s fed up, and he’s gonna make you give in, he’s made that clear.

“Hey booger,” he hums, strolling in and hooking his chin over your typing shoulder. His eyes flick to the glass of water he poured you hours ago, seemingly untouched and sweating onto the coaster. “Have you taken a break yet?”

“Don’t need one.”

“Liar.”

“Do not start with me, Tetsuro,” you mumble, putting pressure on your temples. “I just need to bang this out and be done with it. I’ll be done in a few hours.”

He goes silent. And you pause your fingers before looking over your shoulder at him.

He’s not happy.

“Did you just sass me?”

He can practically hear your heartbeat pause in your little chest. Still looking at him, you shake your head. "Are you sure? Because, like, it feels like you sassed me."

He sees the cogs in your head turning. He sees the way you're trying to fight back your smirk.

"So you can figure out when I'm sick of you."

"Gonna make you real sick of me," he snarls, and just as he makes a threatening dart towards you, you shriek and dash away, abandoning your work and searching for a place to save yourself.

Because you know Kuroo is going to save your work. And tidy up the space, and book mark your page, all before making true on his promise and sprinting after you.

And like... you're never hard to find, and that's indicator #2 that you want this more than anything.

When he finds you on the opposite side of the bed (like, seriously? you have so much better than that in the arsenal), he just manhandles you onto the bed, your smacking palms and kicking feet doing little to deter him.

“Tetsu!” You squeal, writhing uselessly under his heavy grip. His hands only tighten as he shakes you playfully, back hitting against the pillows and mattress.

“You! Are! The best! Thing! In! My life!” He chants between words, ignoring your giggles and squirming. “Stop! Sabotaging! Yourself!”

"I can't help it!" You titter, trying to bat him away as best as you can given your pinned position. "I-I-I just want things done!"

"They'll get done!" He growls playfully. then, like an absolute asshole, he buries his face in your neck and fingers into your ribs, "fucks sake, when was the last time you peed, dawg? Huh? Maybe I should just make you do it now."

"NNNAAAAOOO!" You howl, so loud his own ears hurt, but he doesn't stop his fingers, nor the nibbling of your neck and ears that're light enough to tickle but some will definitely stain your skin.

OOF BUT THEN????BU-BUT-BUT T H E N???

He lets you get away.

For one second, he pretends that the knee to his gut hurts, and he's out of commission for the next three seconds, and it always gives you enough time to scurry away to another room.

He knows you're not going back to your work set up. You're at your own mercy when it comes to needing his playful side, and he hears you down the hall, giggling in anticipation as you try to hide.

"Gettin' too old for this shit," he chuckles to himself, then strutting down the hall to look for you.

he just. i just. i he. just he i.

KERNFWIDNBWIEFBQ

[aluciahaz]

lose control

—val x vox

—includes: dubious consent, aphrodisiacs, bottom vox & top val

unfinished work/abandoned sorry☹️

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK you, Val!” The static coming from Vox’s voice was almost unbearable as he flopped down onto his bed face-first, gripping the sheets so tight that they tore underneath his claw-like hands. That tall bastard was gone from the condo, and Vox wanted to fuck. Like, desperately. Sure, when he woke up this morning he was feeling up to it, calling out Val’s name to ask for a quick morning hook up as he groggily got up out of his bed, only to be welcomed by the empty space beside him.

But this was completely different. It was like his desires were turnt up to 10x more than before. He didn’t know where it came from, but it hit him like a god damn truck when he drank the—Oh.

Oh, no.

Vox scrambled to the kitchen counter, his robe scantily covering his body as he checked the bottle he drank from earlier today. He had took it out of the fridge this morning, his eyes half-opened from fatigue as he picked out a random drink to taste. Unfortunately for him, it seemed like he had drank the bottle with the ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ note tapped onto it.

Great.

It was one of Val’s stupid prototypes for his love potion or whatever. Vox didn’t really pay attention to that stuff, all he knew was that it raked in good money. So, when his body started to feel like it was melting, and his mind was short-circuiting, it was safe to say he was not familiar with it.

He practically limped back to the bedroom, slumping against the bed frame as he laid on the large bed. God, this was bad. He eyed his phone on the bedside table before looking away, huffing. No, he can deal with this! Besides, this wasn’t just normal ‘fuck Valentino until you both passed out’ vibes he was getting, it was actually.. vice versa. Which was strange.

Very strange, and honestly, kind of unnerving. He’s never one to bottom, always needing to be in control in any situation. But for some reason he had this need to let go. Give someone else the reins, have his hands pinned to the bed, his eyes covered with silk as he let himself be—

“Ah—hah…nn,” Vox dug his toes into the bedsheets, shutting his mouth in order to stop making those annoying sounds. Seriously, he hated how loud he was. It was different when he was on top, cause he’d just dirty-talk so much that the amount of noises he made felt minuscule. But, when he wasn’t, he sounded like some amateur pornstar who records with bad audio quality and peaks the mic every four seconds. Or, at least that’s what he thinks.

Clearly Valentino had a different opinion, considering the instant smirk that grew on his face as he entered the condo. Red smoke swirled around him as he took his last hit, placing his cigarette holder away as he strutted his way to where Vox resided.

“Oh, Vox~! What have you gotten yourself into, baby?” Valentino cooed, surprising Vox so much that his screen seemed to glitch out before the shorter responded.

“When did—nzz—you get here?—fuck, Val!” Vox whined the other’s name in a pitch he didn’t even know he could hit before he felt Valentino crawl over him, his golden tooth glittering under the ambient lighting of their bedroom.

“Just now. Forgot to pick up my wallet, but it looks like I don’t need it,” the taller of the two easily picked up the debauched man below him, placing Vox in a more comfortable position with his head laying down on a plush pillow. Not without whiny complaints of him wanting to be put down, of course. Oh, Vox and his silly need for control!

Valentino smirked as he looked down at his partner, placing his hand on the screen with a gentle touch. When would he realize he didn’t always need to be in charge? Valentino’s tongue slid up Vox’s neck slowly, his eyes darting to his face to see the man’s reaction.

When would he realize that his position in sex translates nothing to the real world? Val untied Vox’s robe quickly, tossing it aside before trailing his tongue down the overlord’s chest, his spindly fingers flicking and pinching one of the buds on his beautiful chest.

When would he realize he was the same, snippy, handsome asshole to Valentino no matter what?

The moth growled in annoyance, biting the man’s collarbone and eliciting a drawn out, static filled cry from Vox.

Valentino couldn’t understand why Vox would always try and to reject the fact he wanted to bottom from time to time. Val was the most well-known pimp in the whole Pride Ring for fuck’s sake. He could tell when a guy wanted to switch it up! He’s counted 30 times where he got the hint. 30!

“Zzz—Val! More, pl—please, fu—uuck!” Vox whined, barely able to wait anymore. Always impatient, the man.

“You’re so pretty under me, babe. You really should have asked me to do this sooner~,” Valentino admired the mess of a man on the bed, his fingers trailing down Vox’s torso. Seriously, it was like the man was made to be fucked by him. If he had let him, Val would have already done this to Vox more times than he could count. And he had 20 fingers!

“Sh—shut, up!” His cries were so pretty. The taller couldn’t wait any longer and pulled out a bottle of lube from their drawer, two hands popping it open with the other pair spreading Vox’s thighs apart.

“That’s not very nice, is it?” Valentino reprimanded, shaking his head in disappointment as he dragged his now wet fingers around the man’s entrance. He was so glad he had multiple arms. Pinning Vox’s arms over his head while he played with the shorter’s chest was just amazing, and all of this while he teased the man’s ass? Fucking perfection.

The way Vox writhed under his grasp was spectacular; his face was flush with a bright red and his was voice was cracking with the cutest moans. The overlord’s ego completely shattered as he felt the other pushed in a finger, cause he fucking loved this. Yeah, Valentino was right. Why did he wait this long to get fucked? This was perfect.

One finger became two, and two became three as Valentino took his time preparing his partner for the main event. He wasn’t small, and he wanted to make sure he could still have privileges to fuck his pretty overlord after today.

The moth made sure to avoid Vox’s cock, which of course the other noticed. The string of curses and complaints were hushed as Val placed a rough kiss on the man’s lips, his tongue shutting the man up quite effectively. Sure, Vox had stamina, but it was clear as day that Valentino had 10 times his, and Val wasn’t going to let this be some quick fuck. No, he was going to truly savor this.

Val, who’s fingers had left the other to quickly spread the lube over his length, couldn’t help but chuckle as the powerful man with him whined in disapproval, his hips bucking up in wanton desperation.

With a single, quick movement, Vox instantly cried out at the feeling of being full, looking up at Valentino whose saliva was dripping with its dangerous red hue.

“Taking it so well, baby. Already a pro at this,” Valentino cooed, placing a kiss on the top of Vox’s screen. All the shorter could do was scowl in disapproval, clearing not a fan of patronizing phrases before his eyes shot open as the other started to move.

“Give a guy—zzn—a w-warning, asshole!” Vox scolded before finding himself lost in the rare pleasure Valentino so graciously introduced him to.

“Ooo, feisty are we? Let’s see how a slut like you can keep up that attitude, hm?” Val cackled as his hands left the man’s wrists, finding their place around his hips and holding the man with a firm grip. His other arms folded the man in half, or at least as far as Vox could manage before Val started to move, groaning with a never-ending hunger for this night.

Seeing Vox like this was truly a gift. Needy, wailing at only a few shallow thrusts, and so fucking beautiful as his whole body shook and strummed with subtle electricity. Sure, Val could fuck any random sinner on the street, but Vox was different. Nothing to could compare to how the overlord squirmed.

“I’m not—not a szz—slut! Shit, wait—!” Vox clawed into their sheets with desire swirling in his mind like a vortex, sucking any other thought into nothingness until his brain was fried. His chest heaved quickly as his breath picked up, his eyes rolling back before a quick error message flickered onto his screen and back to his flushed face.

tags - @drlucichen @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @mvskedxrtist @luciferspetduck

[lume-nosity]

celestial callings

[when celestia has managed to reconnect with you once more after all of these years, you have no other choice but to concede and return from whence you came. even if it means leaving the one you love behind and for them to grovel in despair.]

style: angst

inspo: @scarafrisbee for lending me this prompt of theirs to write out <3

ft: scaramouche, albedo

notes: not proofread, kinda half-assed and weird because i’m lazy and suffering from writer’s block, gn!reader, sucrose mention, albedo’s part is a little long

reblogs are appreciated!

scaramouche

for the first time in a long while, he thought he had something. something that can help him feel warm, at home, and most of all.. loved.

he trusted that concept to a great extent; you were someone who he holds dear and knew that you would never leave him.

but he was wrong, again. you were no different than the rest of them.

this was all because of your background in regards to your past. “i’m not surprised.” is the only thing that slips out of his mouth. he should’ve expected this sooner.

how many abandonments must he go through to understand that nobody is truly there for him?

after you’ve left and said your final goodbyes to him, all he did was stand there. devoid of all emotion as if he had any in the first place. he’s a puppet, puppets don’t have feelings right?

well, this one has feelings. and they’re genuine.

but all he could do was hang his head low with a deadpan expression, before scoffing to himself and turned to walk the opposite direction.

although it looked as if he didn’t care on the outside, deep down, there was a tinge of sadness deep within his chest that’s eating at him with every step he takes.

albedo

he received word of your departure from sucrose and at first he told her: ‘it’s not good to joke about something as important as that’ but sucrose went into more detail to further deepen his denial.

it appears he was incorrect about you.

in his head, your presence held something much more stronger that he wasn’t able to pinpoint what it was. he knew something was off about you, but he didn’t push further on the matter and thought he was over analyzing it.

which was his first and last mistake.

it led him down into a deeper rabbit hole of more questions: ‘why would this happen?’ ‘why them?’ ‘why now?’ ‘what should i do?’

more questions would grow as more answers would wilt.

he knew relationships were troublesome and they take a lot of time and energy out of him to even make one, but this one in particular he had with you was much different.

and special.

so for you to just leave him to go back to celestia completely shuts him down.

he doesn’t know how to feel about the news his assistant has told him judging from how he was standing there like a stone, cold statue. but the only hint of emotion you’re able to see from him is his eyes.

his eyes speak more than words ever could.

they may be cold on the outside, but they speak of anguish, disbelief, denial, sadness, the list could go on. and yet this is the first time he felt such emotions rush inside him all at once.

it truly hurted him.

hurted him to the point he had to excuse himself from sucrose to give him time to think about what happened.

it will take way too long for him to get over such a revelation, as it will most likely stick into the back of his mind for as long as he exists.

and he didn’t even get the chance to meet you one last time before you left.

an: hi everyone i’m kinda back with writing??? but the writer’s block is still quite heavy here because i didn’t get to write for all the characters..(sorry riri ☹️) but i wanted to write as much as i can here, so i hope this is acceptable. and i know i said i was going to make a fluff post but it looks like i didn’t, as i came back with yet another angst post. so i might pay back that debt sooner or later once something clicks in my head i promise 🙏

[conanssummerchild]

im bored as shit so im going to asign a community person/ship to every conan gray song bcs i really just use this site as a stream of my conciousness, if anyone has a better one for any of them feel free to tell me, also fair warning abed is my fav character, i'll try not to make everything abt him and troy but no promises

grow: the whole final episode really but im thinking mostly jeff tbh or also abed leaving for LA, or even maybe troy leaving on his voyage ☹️

idle town: the 'town' being greendale i feel like this applies to jeff also 😭 like its abt all of them but its jeffs pov

generation why: im thinking my girl britta hehe idk how to explain it but the vibes are so there

crush culture: im thinking annie, but also maybe jeff, aro king 👑

greek god: im thinking maybe abed in high school? i would say annie but she seemed to care more about fitting in while abed had accepted he couldnt, also hes like insightful and observant yk

lookalike: oh my god, brittas pov and its about jeff and slater oof

the other side: troy and abed, specifically in geothermal escapism 😭</3 im killing myself why would i do this

the king: okay fuck this is so trobed coded, abeds pov

comfort crowd: the whole study group tbh <33 in more specifics i was thinking jeff + the study group and honestly abed and annie

wish you were sober: i mean this one has to be either jeff and britta or britta and troy, though troy and britta could be taken either as britta wanting to go party and smoke weed or wtv and troy not rlly doing that stuff or britta feeling rejected bcs of troy giving all his attention to abed 😭 (like as in wish u were sober being wish u werent a raging homosexual)

maniac: probably i'd have to say jeffbritta from either pov

(online love): i... dont know tbh. the vibes are giving annie and troy for some reason, maybe once troys already left?

checkmate: the fond eyeroll i had to give, jeff and britta again. maybe annie being pissed at jeff over their kiss but i dont ship them romantically

the cut that always bleeds: idk, maybe jeff and annies weird ass relationship that keeps fucking happening is the closest, from annies pov

fight or flight: idk tbh, maybe trobed and britta if i had to go with smth, this one is mostly EXTREMELY byler coded (from stranger things) and im never fucking letting that go

affluenza: ok i mean ive gotta give this one to jeff dont i

(can we be friends?): troy abed and annie <3 im so soft for them

heather: ok fuck i HAVE to say trobed and britta and its abeds pov and if we're being specific them in virtual systems analysis becuase i'll never get over this episode ("ive run the simulations, i dont get married :/") bcs i fucking love abed being jealous of britta while she was with troy in the cool way but also in the sad if troy cant love me no one will way

little league: this is troy and abed when troy leaves :(((( and this is canon bcs my beloved wife and i are so troy and abed coded and she loves little league sooo

the story: ok so the boy and the girl are hmm annie and abed, the boy and the boy are troy and abed duh doy, him and his friend are maybe idk britta and troy, i dont wanna say jeff or abed bcs their dad/mum abandoned them and that bit's abt wanting to get away from ur parents yk

fake: (😭) maybe jeff (alan's pov ����😔💔💔) nah but fr i see people joking abt his song but its lowkey fire

overdrive: WHY DO THEY ALL MAKE ME THINK OF JEFF AND BRITTA

telepath: jeff 😔 and 😔 britta 😔

movies: ok i literally cant say anyone other than abed, the king of movies. im not really feeling troy tho, maybe rachel, like maybe when abed kept trying to super speed run their relationship and he was anxious abt not passing the relationship tests

people watching: the MOST annie coded song ever holy fuck she is so people watching coded i love her so much

disaster: abed. or britta. my abandonment/commitment issues babies <33

best friend: TROBED. THE ONLY BEST FRIENDS EVER

astronomy: would it be absolutely too painful if i said troy and abed. honestly i actually think im feeling more jeff and abed but not like at eachother just both of them together in their sadness, from their pov to someone else (britta and troy probably seeing as these r their main romantic interests)

yours: AHH THIS SONG DEAR GOD </3 can i say abed jesus fuck im killing myself this one for abed hurts so much, not really directed at anyone in specific, or more like just directed at everyone, just his abandonment issues :( ("i dont always see it coming" PUT ME DOWN)

jigsaw: oo britta, my queen she just wants to be loved so bad </3 but also a bit abed ("if being less insane would make you stay" oof)

family line: okay. jeff.he actually invented having daddy issues

summer child: ok its abed bcs i kin him idc, im conans summer child™ and i said so /lh

footnote: not quite sure, very annie coded imo. maybe trobed? either pov ig but im feeling troy

memories: hm, trobed after troy leaves? abed trying to get over him but he keeps imagining troys still there with him like as in one of the hallucinations he has bcs i read a fic like this yesterday and it was sooooo good, idk maybe this is a little far fetched

the exit: im not rlly sure actually, either jeffbritta after the whole i love you in front of anyone fiasco or trobed when troys dating britta 🤷‍♂️

never ending song: ok, jeffbritta.

winner: THE MOST SONG EVER. ok this one is abed. it will always be abed. family line i feel like is more about a hostile home enviroment and jeff implies that his was, while winner is more pain of neglect or disconnect so i feel like its more appliable to abed because of how hes shown to not be understood by his parents and feels responsible for his mother leaving and this makes me think of the line "you dont really wanna hear the truth, do you?" because like his mum loving him on paper but not actually loving who he is or be willing to accept hes different and has different needs FUCK abeds mother all my homies hate abeds mother (what im not projecting at all my parents definitely love me and accept that im autistic /s)

killing me: im not quite sure actually. conan did write this song about someone who gave him tonsilitis and abed cannonically had tonsilitis though so 🤯

lonely dancers: hmm i feel like this song is upbeat enough to be trobed being silly tgth but maybe its more jeffbritta coded, or jeff and abed abt britta and troy, or vice versa, not sure

sorry i never mentioned shirley i do love her

feel free to take any of these as platonic or romantic idrk, a lot of them i couldve meant either way anyway

if u even made it this far u can have a gold star ⭐️ there u go

[chaaistained]

haaaaaai chaai (๑´>᎑<)~* i hope ur day/night has been treating you with the kindest of hands <3

🦦 , 🦨 & 🐈‍⬛ for the ask game !!

FAWN MY DARLING !! HELLO ≈

honestly the last few days have been so long and exhausting and i’ve made so many posts and drafts but i haven’t had the time to edit them ☹️ but thank you for your kind words fawn 🫂 i appreciate you sm !!

also tysm for the ask <333 i’ve already answered 🦦 and here’s the link .•° i’ll be answering for 🦨 and 🐈‍⬛ ≈

also, includes multiple dr’s btw

🦨 : SOFT SKUNK . . . what are a few of your favorite memories in your desired reality? what kind of emotion to these memories bring about? who else is in these memories?

for my BETTER CR —

— going to a hozier concert with my boyfriend and singing the lyrics to every. single. song. and also, being filmed by our friends when hozier’s singing Would That I during the lyrics “i fell in love with the fire long ago” because i ADORE those lyrics and i want to see a candid moment of he and i when that lyric comes on because i just Know that our expressions are gonna be so full of love and happiness and ajdhdjskfjke i’m blushing i need to cuddle him right right now

— when my entire family was still asleep after a late night and i woke up really early for some reason . so i chose to just get up and start my day, i made myself some chai and went to sit in my backyard on the white metal garden chairs plus the small table. i took my current book i was reading as well as my journal and i just sat there enjoying the morning, the neighbours cat came and curled up against my ankles and i felt so at peace and relaxed and i was just taking in every little detail of the morning from the way the sun rays were shining through the branches of the trees or the dapples of dew drops against the grass blades or the cold little touch of the cats nose against my toes , everything was serenity

for my MARAUDERS DR —

— huddling with mary under the covers during a thunderstorm in first year. it was the first thunderstorm we’d every experienced away from home and usually, mary and i enjoy the sound of rain but the fact that we were eleven, and homesick, and while we had the other girls in our dorm, we’d already befriended each other.. so we just pushed our beds together and huddled under the blankets and counted the gaps between the thunder and lightning, fingers laced and tightening with every crash bang of the weather, we brought comfort to each other that night, so much so that i think of her whenever i smell the scent of a coming storm, she’s my storm catching companion

— regulus teaching me how to waltz on new year’s eve after we both ditched slughorn’s party and came to the abandoned alchemy classroom where we hide out, being unable to look away from my feet and regulus having to tilt my chin up so that i could face him as it was the “proper way” to waltz, the flustering embarrassment i got when we accidentally bumped our heads together and then i proceeded to make him re-bump our foreheads once more to prevent us from growing horns . (an old wives superstition that my mother believed in.. don’t ask) . the warmth that crept up my neck when regulus dipped me and i could feel his grip on my waist tighten and immediately realising that things would not be the same after tonight .. and after that KISS? yeh.. they certainly weren’t

for my ARROWVERSE DR —

— sneaking onto the roof of my childhood house with my big brother and secretly drinking bundaberg (an australian non-alcoholic fizzy drink !!) it was a quiet evening, the sun was setting and the cicadas were buzzing from the back of our property, we’d sat on this flat part of our attic roof and looked towards the city as we drank the soft drinks that we weren’t allowed to be drinking as per our training regimen , it was so peaceful and yet exciting at the same time, my brother always had a knack for making life feel peaceful yet exciting, i remember he was drinking the piña colada flavour while i took the pink coloured drink (which i believe was blood orange flavoured . but i just took it cause it was pink haha)

— waking up to barry giving me my morning matcha after a night spent at STAR LABS , a meta human attack had caved in part of the roof of the ccpd station, and as a result, all the upper levels were structurally unsound and needed to be evacuated (which , they could have told me sooner jfc like if barry hadn’t been there, one of the lights would have fallen on my head..) anyway - barry and i essentially had no office/lab to work out of so we took what was necessary and set up camp at star labs, commandeering the monitors and desks , but we didn’t get much work done and spent the night watching classic musicals because barry is appalled that i haven’t seen them and we ended up falling asleep on the desk itself, i think i slept on his arm or shoulder but i can’t remember, all i remember is barry gently shaking me awake after the best sleep i had in years with a smile and a hot cup of matcha plus a blueberry danish, i was a bit frozen to be honest, because he felt too good to be true at that moment, but he was real, and i kind of realised once again just how much he cares

for my KPOP DR —

— having a comeback around the same time as enhypen and our groups got together to react to each other’s comebacks, we watched the mv’s and then we did album listening parties and we just spent the whole night talking about the creative process and discussing how and why we made certain choices in our lyrics or our production and it was honestly a really memorable night, mainly because it’s one of those moments where we get hit with this wave of appreciation. like . yeah, this is my life, i get to do this for a living , and i’m good at it !! it was a night of analysing and appreciating the method of music and the creation of songs and the process of lyricism , basically a night where artists could geek out together about being artists

— it was three years after we’d debuted, me and two of my other members hadn’t really seen our family in person in a while , only short visits if we had any health problems and such (mariah was the exception since she lives in seoul) also i’ll do a member intro soon!! and our company surprised us for our third year anniversary by flying in our family’s and letting us have a whole three-day break to spend with them, all of us took our families out to dinner and we showed them around the company building and gave them a private concert of their favourite songs, our company filmed our reactions for the fans/the content but thankfully they stopped filming after that and gave us our privacy but it was honestly such an emotional moment to be able to see my parents and my little brother again after so long

🐈‍⬛ : BALANCED BLACK CAT . . . have you made yourself overpowered (no judgement btw) or are there aspects of your being that counteract your powerful nature?

for my MARAUDERS DR —

i wouldn’t necessarily say i’m overpowered but i do excel in a lot of areas (mostly areas that i find interesting) and in basically every other field i’m just above average and do solid work which . is quite similar to my cr student-self , i have a natural talent in charms and ancient runes, but i have an insatiable interest in alchemy, and due to my wand core being a lock of mermaid hair, i am undoubtedly excellent at elemental magic. additionally i’m decent at my other subjects and i enjoy things like dada, potions, and transfiguration . herbology and history of magic are a bit of a drag but the friends that i sit with make it worth it, there are subjects that i struggle with when it comes with getting marks, because my brain works one way while the education system requires it to work in another, subjects like arithmancy for example. but unfortunately i really like the content , even though it’s hard, and i force myself to keep trying. i’m more likely to drop HoM than arithmancy - just because it’s hard doesn’t mean i don’t like it, i’d choose hard over boring any day, then there are the easy subjects that are fun, feel like a free period, divination and muggle studies . but what i excel at the most, is flying, one of the best seekers gryffindor has ever seen, i will undoubtedly be outshined by my nephew harry potter when he joins hogwarts, but until his time, i revel in the spotlight of every quidditch match, so much so that the student body has created nicknames for my signature moves and tricks on the broom .. james is for sure the star of the show as the captain and lead chaser, and i like it that way, bcs when it comes for my moment to shine, when it comes to catching the snitch, that’s all i need applause for

for my ARROWVERSE DR —

considering i’m a human in a world with super people, living in the meta-human hub of the world - central city - where even my boyfriend has powers.. yeah, no. definitely not overpowered . but there’s beauty in being one of the only humans in the justice league, while i love the idea of having powers in other realities, i prefer being a human-hero, a more boots-on-the-ground type, someone who takes care of petty crime, infiltration, covert operations, stealth missions, etc . and truth be told, i haven’t shied away from giving myself an incredible arsenal of skills and weaponry to make up for my lack of meta-human abilities , i was trained since childhood by slade wilson, i was an asis operative for four years and then i joined the police force in starling city, and then central city - i have an active career where i must keep myself in shape anyway. i have incredible agility and reflexes, and a whole plethora of tactics and techniques that make me stand out as a hero/vigilante, i excel at ambush attacks so much so that i became nicknamed The Ambush by some people, my usual weapons include throwing knives/ring daggers, grappling hooks, a taser-end staff that separates into escrimas, a crossbow that expands into a proper bow, and claws built into my gloves. aside from this artillery, i rely on hand to hand combat but i won’t ever hesitate to use a gun if i have one handy (i am a cop by day..)

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[fallendev0tionvn]

Came across your page while scrolling through the app! I'm so excited for this game to come out <3

So far I've read all of your posts and I've been wondering: is Clive like this due to his extreme fear of abonnement or does he (also) have a disorder of some kind?

Wishing you lots of luck on this journey!

tysm! I'm so glad you're interested in the game🫶.

Also Clive does have an extreme fear of abandonment, as in disorders the closest thing to what he experiences is probably quiet bpd.

now I obviously don't want it to be seen as the typical stereotype of what this disorder is, cause it's so much more than just fear of abandonment or "oh I'm so silly!!" (talking about people who self diagnose basing themselves on one tiktok they've seen, not people who can't afford a diagnosis but genuinely have some doubts they could be suffering from it after research).

I'm not saying this because he is "obsessed" with you, I'm saying this because of his tendency to direct every negative emotion and hostility he feels towards himself, the way he shuts himself and holds everything in to the point it starts to have effects on his actual physical health.

the constant fear of being abandoned BUT pushing people away at the same time, the constant empty feeling he feels in his chest (that leads to inducing in risky behaviors just to feel something, such as reckless driving in his case) and people-pleasing (at the end it's just towards you) to the point it could even destroy him, it's that lack of communication and never admitting you actually need help that leads to almost a loss of your own rationality☹️.

but again, after the accident it's as if he entered a "fuck it" mentality, he's much more impulsive and doesn't try to hold back as much.

[guizika]

oi Gui, amo suas fanfics, pode fazer mais uma do glenn de twd?☹️ só alguns headcanons ta bom!!

Glenn as your bf...

Glenn Rhee x GN! Reader

Cw- Gender neutral reader, You/Yours pronouns, Fluff, Knives, Zombies, Glenn being the best boyfriend. Maybe it’s a bit ooc.

Synopsis- Just some headcannons of what it would be like to date Glenn! (he's a sweetheart!)

Word count- +1200

Protective and Loyal

Glenn is very loyal and protective of the people he loves. He would do anything to keep you safe, even putting himself in danger.

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The sun hung low in the blood-red sky as you and Glenn trudged through the overgrown, abandoned streets of the city. The apocalypse had long since claimed this place, leaving only the shells of buildings and the haunting echoes of the lives that once were. Glenn walked close behind you, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back, guiding you safely around the debris littering the sidewalk.

Suddenly, he stopped short, pulling you back with him. His eyes narrowed as he stared at something ahead, his body tensing. "Wait," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Stay here."

Before you could respond, he stepped in front of you, positioning himself as a barrier between you and the threat. A zombie shuffled out from behind a rusted car, its eyes milky and its mouth open in a snarl. Glenn slowly reached for the knife at his belt, his grip tightening around the handle.

"Don't move," he said under his breath, his gaze never leaving the creature. "I'll take care of this."

He took a step forward, then another, until he stood between you and the zombie. With a swift, precise motion, he lunged forward, burying the knife deep into the zombie's skull. It crumpled to the ground, its body twitching for a moment before falling still.

Attentive and Caring

Glenn has a caring side that he shows to the people he cares about. He’s the kind of partner who remembers little things, like your favorite coffee or the book you want to read. He loves to take care of you and makes sure you’re comfortable.

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You sat by the fire in the communal area of Alexandria, the sun setting outside the high walls that kept the walkers at bay. It had been a long, hard day of searching the city for supplies, and your muscles ached from the exertion.

Suddenly, Glenn appeared from the darkness, a small smile playing on his lips. In his hands, he held a worn, leather-bound book, its cover slightly tattered from years of use. He walked towards you, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

"I found something today," he said softly, holding the book out to you. "I think you're going to love it."

You took the book from his hands, your fingers brushing against his as you did. You looked down at the cover, your heart skipping a beat as you read the title. It was your favorite book, a novel you had read countless times before the world ended.

"Glenn, how did you know?" you asked, your voice filled with wonder and gratitude.

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I found it in your bag, back at the prison," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I knew how much you loved it, and I wanted to find a copy for you. It took some time, but I finally found one today, tucked away in an old bookstore downtown."

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears of joy and love. "Thank you," you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him close. "This means more to me than you could ever know."

Honest and Open

Even though Glenn can be a bit reserved sometimes, he is open and honest with the people he loves. He values being clear in a relationship and wants you to always feel heard and understood.

Playful and Fun

Despite the tough times he has faced, Glenn keeps a playful attitude. He loves to make you laugh and enjoy the little moments in life.

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You were sitting on a fallen log outside the safety of Alexandria's walls, enjoying a brief moment of respite in the waning daylight. The stress and horrors of life in this post-apocalyptic world weighed heavily on your shoulders, but you tried to find moments of joy and laughter whenever you could.

Suddenly, Glenn emerged from the treeline, a mischievous grin already spreading across his face. He had a twinkle in his eye, and you could tell he was up to something. He sauntered over to you, his hands behind his back, trying to hide whatever he had behind him.

"Guess what I found?" he asked, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.

You raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk playing on your lips. "What did you find?" you asked, playing along with his little game.

Glenn's grin widened, and he brought his hands out from behind his back, revealing a small, wilted daisy. It was hardly the prettiest flower, its petals drooping and its stem a bit bendy, but to you, it was perfect.

"For my lovely partner," he said, his voice deepening into a terrible impression of a romantic lead from a cheesy 80s movie. He got down on one knee, holding the flower out to you with a dramatic flourish.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing, a sound that echoed through the quiet evening air. "Glenn, you're ridiculous," you said, shaking your head in amusement.

He stood up, a huge grin on his face as he watched you laugh. "But did you laugh?" he asked, a note of triumph in his voice.

You nodded, wiping a tear of mirth from your eye. "Yes, you big goof," you said, smiling at him. "But I love you for it."

Romantic Gestures

Glenn loves big romantic gestures, but he also appreciates small, everyday moments. He might surprise you with a picnic in a lovely place or cook your favorite meal for a candlelit dinner at home.

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The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of oranges and pinks, as Glenn took your hand in his and led you out of the safety of Alexandria. He had a surprise planned for you, a chance to escape the harsh realities of this post-apocalyptic world and lose yourselves in a moment of romance and normalcy.

As you walked hand in hand through the overgrown fields that surrounded the community, Glenn kept you close, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. He guided you to a small, abandoned farmhouse, its walls still standing despite the passage of time. Inside, he had set up a candlelit dinner for two, complete with a checkered cloth draped over a makeshift table and a bouquet of wildflowers picked from the surrounding meadow.

"Glenn, this is beautiful," you said softly, your eyes wide with wonder as you took in the intimate scene before you.

He smiled at you, his brown eyes shining with love and adoration. "I wanted tonight to be special," he said, pulling out your chair for you like a true gentleman. "A chance for us to forget about everything else and just focus on each other."

You sat down, watching as he lit the candles and poured you each a glass of wine from a dusty bottle he had found in the farmhouse's cellar. He had thought of everything, down to the smallest detail.

As you ate the meal he had prepared, a simple but hearty stew made from ingredients he had scavenged from the surrounding area, you talked and laughed, losing yourselves in conversation. Glenn regaled you with funny stories from his past, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he recalled happier times.

This is what I imagine dating Glenn would be like...

Author’s note: Hey! I hope you like it, I tried my best to do it. inclusive, queria agradecer pelo carinho, isso é muito importante pra mim. Happy 2025 to all of you ♡

Don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!