#and all of a sudden i'm told not to stan them?

[myboyfriendjake]

stick w hybe artist only

i'm assuming you're a company stan? hybe artists aren't better than other artists just cuz they're under hybe. i'm allowed to stan who i want to the same way you are. i'm sorry my stanning groups under other companies offends you but it's really not that deep.

kpop is something that's fun. it's stupid to put restrictions. i love my hybe artists but i'm also gonna enjoy other artists too. you should try having fun sometime, it's great!

#anon #this is so random #i shitpost about ateez #and all of a sudden i'm told not to stan them? #also i've stanned non-hybe artists for a while my cosmic #girlies are under starship #i can't with company stans #enhypen #hybe #please don't be like this

[pyramid-of-starrs]

hongjoong getting at us mad because we hung out with a different kpop boy group nsfw ?😭idk it came to me because of how atinys make the joke of hongjoong hating how we stan other groups-

Only look at me

Jealous mean Dom Hongjoong x Afab reader

Summary: You get caught by Hongjoong coming back to your home from a late night concert and he has to remind you who's fan you're supposed to be.

Genre: Angst and Smut

Warnings: Acts of possessiveness, begging, kinda toxic but like not really lol

Smut warnings: Rough sex, use of sex toys, oral sex (M recieving), gagging, choking, friends with benefits, mentions of punishment, punishment sex, use of consentual force (Y/N have a preestablished agreement), Mean dom Hongjoong, slapping, cum eating, throat fucking, condom sex, Sir kink??, pain kink??, Humilitation??, Degrading??

A/N: Idk what it is about Hongjoong but like, every fic I write about him he's getting his dick sucked, idk he just deserves that.

Minors dni

You walked into your loft around 3 am, you dropped your clear tote bag, and took off your shoes, the living room was dark, you turned on the light and were startled to see your best friend Hongjoong sitting on your couch with his leg folded over the other and his arms crossed.

"Jesus fucking Christ Hongjoong you scared the hell out of me, why are you just sitting in my house in the damn dark?!" You yelled, still shaken up while holding your fast-beating chest.

"You're coming home late." was all he replied, you didn't ask why he was here again because Hongjoong often randomly appeared at your house every since he got the spare key in case of emergencies.

"Yeah, I was out with my friends."

"Doing what?" He tilted his head slightly. "I'm your friend, your best friend to be exact, why didn't I know about this friend outing?"

"Uh- well, ya know it was... um... preplanned." You scratched your head then tried to slyly slide your clear tote bag behind you.

"That's not your normal purse, why the sudden change?" He questioned.

"Oh um, the place we went to searches bags so I figured I'd save myself the hassle, haha." You awkwardly giggled as you felt yourself caving under pressure.

"You still haven't told me where this place is Y/N." The look in his eyes were like daggers.

"Fine... me and some friends went to the Stray Kids concert tonight." you cracked.

"Oh! How fun! but it's" He checks his Apple watch. "3:47 am Y/N, in all my years of doing concerts I've never known them to end that late." He said sarcastically.

"Well...um." You stuttered and he rolled his eyes.

"Spit it out Y/N"

"Chan saw us in the crowd and remembered me from when you introduced us and he invited us out for drinks and food-"

"Ooooh drinks AND food, well damn you have had a full night huh?" The sarcasm was very evident.

"Hongjoong don't be like that."

"Like what? I just thought you said that you didn't need to see any other group besides Ateez since we are the best. Yet here you are."

"My friend bought the tickets." you sigh.

"And what did you do while you were out for food and drinks until 3 am." His eyes narrowed.

You stood there in silence choosing not to answer and avoid all eye contact.

"Come here Y/N." he stood up.

You walked over to him slowly then stood in front of him.

"Get on your knees." You stood there now listening for a moment. "Now!" You chose not to prolong it since he was already clearly mad, you got down and kneeled on both your knees on the cold hardwood floor, luckily you had on knee highs so it wasn't too bad. Hongjoong got closer to you and stood above you as he looked down on you with his arms folded you looked at him with pleading eyes hoping he would take a little mercy on you. "Get to it Y/N." you knew you were royally fucked. Though you two were only "friends" you and Hongjoong had a few established understandings, one of them being that you couldn't enjoy any other group except Ateez or he could punish you in any way he saw fit. At first, it was things like pinches or forehead flicks but then the punishments started to become things like standing in front of him with your clothes off or letting him edge you for hours on end. You weren't complaining, sometimes you would purposely get caught with another group's albums or merch so that he could punish you.

You started to undo his pants and zipper while trying to maintain eye contact, you pulled his hands down then his briefs to reveal his half-hardened dick.

"I'm sorry Jongie." you said still trying to get out of the punishment, he grabbed the base of his dick and the back of your head and shoved his cock down your throat causing you to gasp audibly, he held his dick there as it pulsed in your mouth.

"I don't want to fucking hear it." He had no remorse for you as he started to fuck your throat, you could feel his dick getting harder and harder as it became harder to breathe from your mouth the deeper he would go. "You shouldn't have done it if you were going to be sorry, now you have to pay the price." He lectured you as you continued to gag on his length while his hips never stopped, his thighs hit your chin, that's just how deep he was going.

"I won't do it again." was muffled from your very occupied mouth and it just irritated him more, he sped up the pace he was going, your throat was already sore from the screaming but him fucking it made it worse, the sting from your punishment was exhilarating.

He kept his grip on your hair with one hand then moved his other hand to your nose as he clamped it closed, cutting off your only airway left to use. "You promise you won't do it again?" he asked. You gagged more as you started to choke from your lack of air, he didn't care, he kept moving his hips to fuck his dick in and out of your throbbing throat. You nodded to his question and he released your nose, you thought you were in the clear until he cocked his hand back a bit and delivered a smack on your cheek, you whimpered around his cock and he returned his fingers to your nose to pinch it closed again. "I can't hear you." he said in a mocking tone. You muffled out a yes that was barely understandable as mascara tears started to run down your face, he released your nose once again and you started to take large breaths through it, he once again smacked your sensitive cheek, the sting was amazing.

"I said do you fucking promise?" He said as he pulled his dick from your mouth and looked down at you with a slightly scary face while he angled your head up to make sure you two made eye contact.

"Yes, I promise." You cried out, and he smiled.

"Good job, stick your tongue out." You opened your mouth wide then stuck your tongue out, he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue and stroked himself a few times before the hot ropes of his cum started to cover your tongue. "Now swallow all of it." You closed your mouth and swallowed every drop of his cum, even licking your lip gloss-covered lips to get the remaining off, you showed him your tongue to get his stamp of approval. "Strip and go to the bedroom, but crawl since you like to bark for other men like a horny little bitch in heat."

"Yes sir." You nodded then reached for your shirt to pull it off while he watched you slowly get naked to tease him, you stood there naked before getting on your hands and knees and crawling down the hall to your bedroom, Hongjoong watched you as he followed behind you, his eyes watching you made you wetter. Your slick spread all over your core and thighs, watching was making Hongjoong eager to drill you, once you reached the bed you sat on your knees waiting on his next command.

"On the bed dog."  he commanded, you got on top of the bed, sitting on your knees once again. "Lay on your back with your knees up." you laid back and bent your knees, Hongjoong removed the remainder of his clothes but walked over to the nightstand to get something out of the top drawer, before you could look over to see what he had he climbed on top on you and positioned himself between your legs, he ripped open a condom and you whined. "Shut up, cheater sluts like you don't get to get fucked raw." He didn't waste time and lined his tip up with your sex and put it in. You moaned as he pushed deeper into you, he held the back of your legs and you could feel him holding something hard as he kept a consistent pace inside of you.

"It feels so good Joongie." you moaned.

"Wanna feel even better baby?" He asked with a devious smirk on his face, though you didn't trust him you still nodded your head and closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling, you suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound and as soon as your eyes fluttered back open you saw Hongjoong was placing your vibrating egg right on your clit. By reflex your legs tried to snap closed and you yelped Hongjoong smiled watching you squirm about.

"Fuck, fuck, what, it's too much-" you yelled, he started to go faster while drawing circles on your clit with the egg and biting his bottom lip.

"Aw is that how you were screaming at your little concert?" Curse words and incoherent pleas fell from your lips as he pushed the egg further onto your clit, your head was all the way into the pillow. "What? You can't talk now huh? Spending all that time talking and laughing with them that you're too tired to talk?" He thrust harshly, the tip of his dick hitting your spot hard repeatedly, your fingers began to curl, and you could hear him laughing at you.

"Fuck Joong, Fuck." Was all you could say before your body started to shake, your eyes rolled back as you gripped the sheets hard, your pussy tightened around Hongjoong as liquid erupted out of you, Hongjoong smiled as he looked over the mess he made of you but he needed to push you more, punish you even further. Before you could catch your breath or get cleaned up Hongjoong turned the egg up to full speed and pushed it back onto your clit, you loudly moaned at the sudden fast pace vibrations on your already sensitive nub.

"Please- please, please, please, no more, no more." you pleaded you could hardly catch your breath, especially with his dick still inside you. He started to roll his hips into you until he was full-on fucking you again, you were fucked out and overstimulated as your clit began to ring, you placed one hand on his stomach and he shot daggers at you once again.

"Take your fucking hand away Y/N." He said in a stern and deep voice, you lowered your hand and sat there and took it, the sensation of his dick and the egg was overwhelming but felt amazing. "If you want me to stop, beg for my forgiveness."

"Pleeeease nghhh~ Please I'm so-rry, please, sorry fuck-" You fumbled out, he pressed harder and fucked you deeper by leaning closer, you gripped his back and pulled him closer while your nails dug into him.

"Louder." His thrusting began to get more aggressive as he pounded into you deeply while holding the egg sloppily.

"Please, please, I'm sorry, please forgive me Hongjoong, I'll only look at you forever, fuck everyone else!" You yelled into his ear, and you once again squirted on him and the bed, your tight abused pussy squeezing Hongjoongs dick and this time earning his cum that filled the condom, he cursed as he pulled out and turned the toy off. He rolled and took a seat on the side of the bed to return everything to your night stand then got up to walk to the bathroom to throw the condom away.

You were stuck in your position for a second, as your body came down from your high you slowly started to sit up in the bed. "It's not fair! You know I like it when you fill me up." You could hear the bath faucet turning on before he walked back in.

"Then stop being bad, that's the only time you will get rewards." he leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek before helping you out of bed so he could walk you to the bathroom so you two could take a bath together, he always acts so sweet after being a demon. You went in first to pee then swung the door open when you were done.

"I wasn't being bad, I was going to a free concert... then getting free food and drinks after." You mumbled the last part to not rub salt in his wound.

"Well it wasn't free since you had to pay the price with me." you rolled your eyes, he got in first then you got in after him, the hot water soothed your tense body and burned the new scratches on Hongjoong's back.

"Jeez talking like that like I belong to you Joong."

"You do, you belong to me and only me, so only cheer and look at me... and I guess all of Ateez... but I better be your bias!"

You chuckled at him. "Yes sir"

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz smut #writenbypyramidofstars #hongjoong fanfic #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong angst #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #ateez scenarios

[slackerlifewhere]

The subtlety of Cale Henituse

SPOILERS for those who haven't finished the first part of the novel. If you don't like spoilers, please don't continue. Thanks!

- This is kind of a review about the novel but it's basically my analysis of Cale/KRS.

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For someone who has trust issues with people, I first had an initial distrust with Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo as a reader.

I think it's because of how he was first introduced.

As a first-time reader of the novel back then, Cale/KRS was introduced as a very indifferent person. He was calm at the face of a sudden transmigration and acted like nothing could surprise him (aside from Ron and Choi Han). And of course, like anyone who was fooled, I also thought that he was selfish. He's not the trash that he thinks he is but he's selfish and I didn't place my full trust in him because I still didn't know him yet. And I like it that way. The author kept me on my toes and didn't force fed me a truckload of information about Kim Rok Soo.

Like I said in my previous post, he didn't actually give us his whole introduction. He left a few crumbs here and there that told us he didn't have a great childhood but it wasn't enough for me to build an image of him in my head. There were still some blanks and question marks about Kim Rok Soo.

Sure, there were moments when he gave a bigger tip to someone without blinking an eye and acting all smug about it but I really just thought that he was happy because he's finally rich. Or when he was being so polite and gentlemanly in front of an old man that Venion was disgusted with and then later on went back to being indifferent and I thought it was just him being extra petty and angry (which he was) at Venion for being an asshole. He's very quick to change from smug to indifference and it made me switch back and forth on how I see him as a person.

Yeah, you need to read between the lines when reading this novel.

[side note: Actually, If I remember correctly, I thought that I wouldn't like his character because I find it weird when MCs in KR manhwa and novels easily shrug off the isekai bullshit they're in. The influence of KR manhwa on me affected my opinion about him and it shows.]

So when he first met the kittens and Choi Han, I was reading it with the feeling of "Run away, guys! Run while you still can!" lingering at the back of my mind. He was nice to them, as much as he could with random strangers he just met, but he's very distant with them.

Another thing about him that makes it harder to understand him is because he's always distant with people. He relies on them and helps them but he's always at arms-length when dealing with them. This, if you didn't think of or was reminded of his thoughts about his abuse and pity, simply makes him look indifferent.

Before I continue, I don't like tsundere characters. I absolutely find them cringe and sometimes, I just wanna bash my head when they blush at the bs they're spouting at someone they like.

Because that's the thing with Cale. He is a tsundere. He says one thing and does the opposite. And he's so in denial about it which makes it more hilarious and sad.

He's subtle about it at first. He didn't even give me the vibe that he's more complex than what he shows because he's so quick to disprove my sudden epiphany that there's something deeper than what he's showing. He's so good at hiding his emotions EVEN WHEN I'M READING HIS POV.

This bastard is so in denial about himself that he fooled me so bad! I think I only realized it when he saved Raon but even then, there were still some doubts about his character. I liked his words to Raon and thought about how kind he is for giving the dragon the freedom of choice but because he later thinks of making Raon do things for him, it shook my trust in him just a little bit. Just a little, I promise.

...Maybe I just have major trust issues.

Taylor Stan

The weirdest thing to me that actually snapped me from my doubts that he's actually a kind person is oddly enough, because of Taylor Stan.

Remember when Taylor and Cage suddenly arrived at the area they were camping in and he finally talked to Taylor face to face? Yeah, he was indifferent there but it's when his tsundere traits actually exploded at my face.

He, while trying to hide from everyone, told them to give Taylor and Cage the best care and protection as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

Mind you, they don't even actually know him aside from OG Cale's reputation as trash. And he also technically isn't supposed to know them because, in the duo's POV, this is their first time meeting him so he didn't have to help or care for them.

He basically acted as if what he was doing was bad in their eyes but in reality, it's not???

He's just helping them and he's in denial about it? He's genuinely being a kind person and he thinks he's trash?

He later gives them money (and acts cool about it) and helps with smuggling (lmao) them to the Roan Kingdom so they can arrive there safely and he thinks he's trash???

He gave this man hope to finally heal himself and fight against his brother and he thinks he's trash?????

Seriously?

Self-hatred

I don't know if this is ever talked about but Cale is hiding a huge self-hatred about himself.

It's why whenever he calls himself trash, I shake my head because it's amusing but I also want to cry because, as I go further into the novel, he fully believes that he's actually trash.

At first, when he called himself trash, I thought it was because his soul is in OG Cale's body and thus, he inherited the title and uses it to cause chaos. It's a part of the reason why but, if I think about it, he doesn't have to call himself that??? He can still cause chaos without using that title.

It's why I think he fully believes it. That he's trash.

I didn't understand back then and thought it was just him loving the title and the chaos that comes along with it.

Him and his smirks or "selfish" ideals made it seem like he's fully embraced the title and liked it that way.

And the way the author hides a deeper meaning behind his words and actions is by making it feel humorous or comical. The author makes it feel extra.

We laugh and find it amusing because it's chaotic. The secrets behind those wild ideas and explosive destruction are brilliant and subtle.

It's why I fully believed back then, that it's a simple story about a man who just wants to cause mischief in a strange world.

And then...his past as Kim Rok Soo is finally revealed by the author.

And it suddenly turns all this humor about himself into a freaking tragedy.

Kim Rok Soo is a tragic character. He's a person who has lost far too much and can only react in indifference even when he's hurting. He's cold in another person's perspective because he doesn't cry when in front of those he lost.

He hates himself for something he couldn't control. He hates himself for being weak. He hates himself for a lot of things. And he hates the scars Kim Rok Soo has because they're the reminder of all his failures and all his sacrifices that only ended up with making him alone. Like he will always be alone. (Which makes his distant personality in the beginning make sense too wtf)

So he takes in their words of him being cruel enough not to cry in a funeral of his friends and fully believes it.

He believes, as Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse, that he's trash.

And it absolutely made me cry like a kid when he, as he woke up surrounded by those he befriended and could call family, finally cries with a smile.

This is the first time they and us readers see him cry and smile and it's just heartbreaking.

The whole lead up to this reveal was me seeing him as a tsundere and a freaking crazy bastard that utters "slacker life" like it's comic relief.

It's completely unexpected and I love it.

Because him crying and smiling for the first time is him finally shedding his shields and walls from these people who see him as a kind person.

Cale Henituse, for all his masks and secrets, is just a broken but endlessly kind person.

It's why those who meet him, trust him. His actions are a big reason why they trust him but his words, when it feels hopeless, are eye-opening and full of wisdom of a 36 year old man. He's straightforward in front of those he trusts and tells them something that flips over everything they think about the current situation. And he says it with the experience of Kim Rok Soo.

I believe the only times he lies to them is when he was given the thing that he was gonna use to stab himself and also when he hides his identity as Kim Rok Soo. There's actually a hint of his guilt sometimes...or maybe I'm just thinking too much about it.

Anyways, that's all my thoughts for now.

This subtle bastard made me cry, damn it.

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That one scene of him crying and smiling is etched in my mind and was reminded of it when I recently saw a fanart. So I decided to write about my feelings about his character and personality.

It's not a mindblowing post or anything new and it goes from humor to angst pretty fast but I think it's just like him. If you analyze his words in one way, it's just hilarious but if you analyze it in another way, it's sad.

I like how the author wrote him. He's a crazy bastard and a tsundere (the only tsundere I'll ever like) and I'm so glad I found this novel.

#tcf #tcf cale #tcf novel #tcf manhwa #tcf spoilers #tcf cale henituse #lcf cale #cale henituse #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #lcf manhwa #lcf #lcf novel #tcf taylor #lcf taylor #tcf taylor stan #tcf choi han #tcf raon #raon miru

[http-angelite]

SP RQ- The main 3 + Butters with a GN s/o that all of a sudden starts to tickle them and kiss their faces, like cheek, lips etc, in general being all cute? And if they try to do it back the s/o tries to run away, and maybe throw Pillows at them

Just being all cute

🌸

♡ kissing, tickling, and throwing pillows ♡

characters: kyle, stan, kenny, butters (all aged 16-17) ➤ gn reader

Kyle . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he gets so shy and red when you start kissing his face. he's tense at first, unused to such physical affection. once you gently place your hands on his cheeks, however, he feels his every muscle relax under your touch. he leans into you, closing his eyes and losing himself on your lips.

but then you move your hands to his sides and start tickling him. his eyes shoot open and he yelps in surprise. he hates how ticklish he is, and does his best to hold in his laughter, but he can't keep it up for very long.

once his laughter is set free it sounds so genuine and unrestrained that it reminded you of a child's.

when he reaches over to tickle you in return, you run. he gets up to chase you but, before he catches you, you take a pillow, throw it in his face, and laugh.

he grabs the pillow and smacks you with it repeatedly.

»»————-　♡　————-««

"are you even listening?"

kyle asks. you lifted your eyes from his lips to meet his, gazing into them. he was trying to help you study by reading off questions from a set of notecards he made, but you were too busy admiring him to pay attention.

"uh, no, not really."

"why not?"

"you have such pretty eyes."

his cheeks warm up a bit, but the rest of his body freezes.

"you think so?"

he asks, shyly lowering his voice.

"i do."

"no one's ever told me that before."

your eyebrows furrow, and you almost don't know how to respond. you knew that boys typically received little compliments of such nature, but it still practically offended you that no one else had noticed how gorgeous his green eyes were. you almost took it personally, on his behalf.

"that doesn't make sense to me."

he shrugs.

"i just don't receive many compliments in general, especially about my appearance."

"but there's so much to compliment."

you stood up from where you sat across his room and walked over to him, climbing onto the bed he rest on and placing yourself in his lap. he averts his eyes, timidly.

"i don't know about that."

you scoff, almost aggressively taking the cards out of his hands and putting them onto his nightstand. He then set his hands on your hips instead.

'it's true! your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, they're all perfect. not to mention that you have the sweetest smile and the loveliest laugh."

at this point, he knows that there's no way you haven't noticed how red his face has gotten. He tries to think of something to say, but he's speechless, overwhelmed by your attention.

"every time i look at your cute face i just wanna kiss it all over!"

and that's exactly what you do. starting near his jaw, next to his lips, peppering kisses across the warmth of his cheek. he can't help but smile. you take his hat off of his hand to run your fingers through his hair, moving it out of the way so you can continue kissing along his forehead. he leans into you, relaxing his muscles and melting onto your lips.

"you're perfect."

you place one last, extended kiss to his lips.

"you better not be mean to my boyfriend >:(."

"okay, i won't."

he titters.

"there's that laugh that i love!"

"i'm not laughing."

"really? how about now?"

you move your hands to his sides and wiggle your fingers against him. he yelps, but quickly recloses his lips. he does his best to stifle his laughter, but fails. the way he closes his eyes as he chortles makes you smile. he squirms, trying to grab your wrists and pull them away.

"not fair! i wasn't prepared!"

"what fun would it be if you were?"

he finds the strength to push you off of him. not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to knock you backward, landing your back on the mattress you both sit on. he goes to pounce, but you swiftly roll out of the way. he lands face first on his bed, while you land with your hands and knees on the carpet. you let out a giggle as he gets up, and you crawl away when he reaches down to grab you.

"get back here!"

you lift yourself to your feet and turn to face him. he jumps up from the bed and makes his way toward you. you back away, nearly meeting the wall behind you. he lunges at you, but you dodge, and he almost lands his face to the wall. you run back over to his bed as he continues to chase you.

"stay back!"

you yell, grabbing a pillow and throwing it in his face.

"agh! how dare you!"

he grabs the pillow and corners you on the bed, smacking you with it repeatedly. you put your arms up to shield yourself, all while giggling.

"okay! you got me, you win!"

he throws the pillow to the side and sets his hands on the bed at your sides, using them to hold himself up while hovers over you. your faces are inches apart. you're both still giggling and trying to catch your breath. he stares into your eyes, smiling winsomely.

"you know, i think your eyes are really pretty too :)."

Stan . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he isn't as ticklish as kyle or butters, but finding just the right spots that make him squirm is a task that you've managed to accomplish.

his laugh is soft and adoring. he not only laughs at the way you tickle him, but also, partially, at the cute determined face you make when you do so.

he hits you with a pillow, knocking you back as he tries to tickle you in return. you try to escape, but he catches you.

he pulls you under him so he can kiss you. when you part, you take his face in your hands and begin kissing all over it.

he giggles with a dopey smile, and you swear you can see his pupils morph into hearts.

»»————-　♡　————-««

you and stan were playing video games together, sitting on pillows placed on the floor in front of his television. you didn't often play videogames together. partly because he initially went to his friends if he wanted to play games, and partly because you sucked at them. and he had picked the type of game that you were the worst at: first person shooter.

and, man, was he kicking your ass.

"dude, you suck at this."

he said, a bit too enthusiastically. he was right tho, but you were too competitive to be beaten so easily. this fight didn't last long, however, because he quickly defeated you; but not as quite as quickly as he would have if you had already accepted your fate. he throws his fists up in triumph.

"ha! i beat you again!"

you grumble, crossing your arms and refusing to look at him, but he keeps talking.

"i forget, do you just like losing?"

"shut up! you just got lucky."

"got lucky for the 10th time in a row."

he laughs, amused at the pout evident on your lips. he found it so adorable, how competitive you were, how you crossed your arms so ardently.

"oh, you think it's funny?"

"yeah, i do."

"i'll give you something to laugh about!"

you tackle him to the floor and start tickling him. mercilessly, of course. he gasps, the continues to laughs, unabashedly. he does his best to push you off, but, again, you don't go down without a fight. he resorts to grabbing one of the pillows you both were sitting on and hitting you with it, knocking you back. He then sits back up in front of you.

"you're a sore loser."

"whatever, you're a sore winner."

"you're cute when you're mad."

he leans closer to you, your faces now inches apart. you feel a subtle heat rise to your cheeks.

"shut up and kiss me."

he closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours ever so delicately. you can't help but smile when you part and he looks at you so softly, witch such fondness.

"i can't be mad at this handsome face for too long."

you place your hands on his cheeks, caressing his skin with your thumbs. he closes his eyes, pressing his face further into your touch, before turning his head just slightly enough to plant a kiss to your palm. you incline to lay a kiss on his cheek. one kiss becomes to, and two becomes four, until you're littering pecks across every inch of his face. he smiles wide, his face turning pink.

"i'll beat you next time."

"sure you will."

he moves his hands to your sides and starts tickling you. you try to crawl away, but he grabs your legs and pulls you back underneath him.

"you'll never beat me!"

Kenny . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he throws a pillow in your face to make you pay attention to him if you aren't doing so.

you throw it right back at him, immediately feeling a little guilty when you see his puppy eyes and pout.

you lure him into your arms with the promise of a tender embrace. you kiss him allover his face, running your hands through his hair. he basks in your warmth and affection.

you catch him hella off guard when you suddenly start tickling him. his boisterous laughter makes your heart swell.

he manages to remove your hands from his sides, holds you tightly against him, unable to escape as he tickles you back.

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"y/n. y/n. y/n."

"yes, kenny?"

he groans in frustration when you answer without even looking up from your phone. he comes over to where you rest on the couch and sits next to you.

"when are you gonna get off your phone?"

"in a minute."

"you said that like three times already."

"well, i promise this time."

he groans again, almost comically slumping back against the sofa. he was bored. he wanted you to look at him, talk to him, pay any attention to him. you hadn't kissed him in almost 15 minutes and he thought he was gonna die. you notice him get up, but you still don't move your eyes from your phone. he grabs a pillow off of the couch and chucks it at you, hitting you in the face and knocking your phone out of your hand.

"you gremlin!"

"gremlin??"

he gasps, cartoonishly offended.

"you're so mean! :( i just wanted your attention."

"aw, i'm sorry, sweetheart. come here."

you hold out your arms. he climbs on top of you and lays between your legs with his head placed against your chest. you slide the hood off of his head and run your fingers through his hair, gently scraping your nails on his scalp. you lay your lips on his forehead, then his cheek, and his jaw; making your way across his flushed face. he sighs in content and softens into the warmth of your body. he closes his eyes, only opening them again when you stop.

"why'd you stop?"

you snicker, wordlessly moving your hands to the hem of his jacket. you lift it just enough to slip your hands under, feeling the bare skin above his hips.

"oh?"

he smirks. you look into his eyes with a fake, sultry smile. you lean forward, pretending like your about to kiss him, but then you start fluttering your fingers against his skin, tickling him. he begins laughing uncontrollably, and you let out a villainous chuckle.

"you tricked me!"

he pushes himself up and away from you and falls back onto the cushions behind him. you lift yourself as well, following his movements. you lean over him, reaching for his sides again and continuing to tickle him, and he continues to laugh.

"you're evil!"

"you wanted my attention, you got it. happy now?"

he grasps your wrists, removes them from his waist, and, by them, he pulls you towards him. you fall on top of him and he wraps his arms around you.

"i am now."

you smile into his chest. you feel one of his hands trace your waist, while the other arm is still wrapped around you, keeping you in place. then he starts tickling you! your laughter is muffled by his parka. he giggles as you try to escape.

"how's that medicine taste? your own flavored?"

"yes and i don't like it!"

Butters . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he loveslovesloves any and all attention you give him.

he immediately leans into you when you start kissing him. his face grows warmer and warmer with each peck you plant on his skin

your heart fills to the brim, nearly overflowing, when you hear him giggle. you felt like you could listen to his sweet laughter all day. so you tickle him! and he laughs even more :)

once he gets away from you, he grabs a pillow and swings it in front of him, using it to protect himself.

and while you're distracted, he pounces, gripping your sides and tickling you in return.

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once he catches sight of you, his eyes light up and the corners of his lips turn upwards.

"y/n!"

he shouts, excitedly getting up from his bed and rushing over to you.

"hi darling! <;3"

you meet him halfway, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your cheek against his. his arms tightly encase your waist as he closes his eyes, cherishing your embrace. he rests in your warmth for a moment, before moving his head so that it was in front of yours, without either of you removing your arms from around the other.

"what are you doing here?"

"i was just missing my favorite boy."

he was so effervescent when he spoke to you. when you speak to him in that sickeningly sweet voice in return, heat rises to his cheeks, making his skin bloom with a soft pink. you move your hands from around his shoulders to place them on the sides of his face. you look into his eyes so lovingly, making his heart beat so fast that he swears that its moments away from bursting through his chest.

"well i missed you too baby!"

you hum happily in response, bringing your face closer to his before planting a gentle peck to the tip of his nose, then under his eyes, onto his cheeks, his forehead, and the bridge of his nose. he can't help but giggle at the way you so vivaciously scattered smooches along his precious face. you just loved to love him, but he enjoyed it even more than you did.

"you have the cutest laugh."

"well, i don't know about the cutest."

"it's true!"

he averts his eyes, bashfully. you find the strength to tear your hands away from his face, grazing your fingertips against his collar, down to his chest, until they rest, for a moment, at his waist. then you start moving your fingers, fluttering them against his sides to tickle him. he lets out more of that wonderful laughter that you lived for.

"see?"

he stepped back, but you followed with your hands still attached to him. he continued until he met the edge of his bed, then quickly turning himself to climb on top of it. and before you can do so yourself, he grabs a pillow and starts swinging it in front of him, hitting you in the process.

"stay back!"

he shouted cheerfully as you crawled onto the bed with him. he then threw the pillow at you as a distraction before tackling you. he starts tickling you just as you did to him.

"haha! i got you!"

he swore that all colors became more vibrant when he hears you laugh. he thought that you were the one who truly had the cutest laughter.

hi! tysm for reading! this is my first ever request, so i apologize if it's not all that great. i kinda unintentionally took some creative liberties, but hopefully you still think it's cute :)

also ty for requesting! i rlly hope you like it <3 any and all feedback is appreciated.

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp x reader #sp kyle x reader #sp kenny x reader #sp stan x reader #butters x reader #butters stotch x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader

[grandlinedreams]

It is a gosh darn blessing to read your Law content. Like wowe. He really does live rent free in your brain and we stan for it. Mihawk lives rent free in my brain T_T

Maybe we'll trade little writing pieces one day! Also I'd love a little tidbit of Law x Reader working together in a fight, because I'm a sucker for team-ups like that.

VALID Mihawk is also so very blorbo and brain occupying so I don't blame you at all ㅡ and I would love to do a little trade someday, that sounds like a lot of fun!

[Heads up!: canon-typical violence, brief mention of blood]

In his defense, Law really does try to avoid confrontation if he can. He prefers to do what he has to, fly under the radar while he does it, and disappear without many knowing he was ever there.

Most of the time if all goes according to plan, it works. But when others are involved, it rarely goes exactly to plan.

The repeated clash of metal is what gets his attention, the clear sound of a fight ㅡ and he tenses when he spots you, your back to him as you block another blow.

You're more than capable of defending yourself, he knows that ㅡ as proven for the fact that as far as he can see, nobody's landed a blow on you. And he wants to keep it that way.

"Room."

You watch the blue aura extend overhead, the brief rush of air that signals your captain's presence beside you. His sudden appearance makes the few enemies left jolt, as well as the gleam of his eyes, narrowed into a sharp glare.

It doesn't take long to dispatch the rest of them and you huff as you crouch to clean blood from your daggers with the fabric of an unconscious man's shirt.

"I had it handled," you tell Law, who watches you before turning to leave when you rejoin him.

"I know," he answers, "but we're on a schedule. We don't have time to draw things out."

"I wasn't," you protest. You peer at him, studying his expression before you look ahead, lips curving. "You were worried about me."

Law scoffs. "Hardly."

"We left early on purpose," you say, hurrying a few steps ahead and spinning to face him. "So I still had time to take care of those idiots on my own. Just admit you were worried about me."

Law stares at you and then away, and you grin. "Quit being a bother and walk properly."

You huff a soft laugh before you do as you're told and then glance back at him. "We work well in a fight though, don't you think?"

Law sighs, but you catch the faint smirk on his face. "Yeah," he answers, "we do."

#ㅡmine. #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

[itsnothingofinterest]

Man but does it not just figure that the heroes and reporters filling in for medical personnel would so urgently prioritize Ochako and not even mention Toga, despite her likely having the least blood of the two?

We mustn’t forget how half the reason Toga did her blood transfusion stunt was because everyone there besides the unconscious Uraraka (and maybe Tsuyu?) is neutral towards her survival at best, and then only if they believe she’ll be locked up for life. I can't say there's been much reason for that to change in the past hour either.

Please don't misunderstand, I of course want Toga to live; and what's more, I'm confident she will live since there's no good ending to Ochako's arc where she doesn't. But that doesn’t mean I wanted the whole conflict that caused her to fear for her life for years, lead her to this situation in the first place, to be brushed aside because these heroes and civs are all of a sudden such good people who of course will save her. No they aren't; Hawks told everyone there to murder her like half an hour ago. Ochako may find her as cute as us villain stans, but she's somewhere between Moonfish & AFO to the rest of them.

I can't see these heroes being the ones to ultimately save her without at the very least seeing someone feel the need to ask "what do we do with the villain losing blood?"

#bnha #bnha 416 #bnha spoilers #toga himiko #paranormal liberation front #PLF #uraraka ochako #asui tsuyu #class 1a #hero society #anti hawks

[key201303]

Pairing: Woosung x reader. Word count: 1157 words Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff and love Plot: Woosung asks you to marry him. A/N: I'm so in love with this concept and I really see him doing something like this with his S/O. We stan a king 💕 Hope you enjoy reading this little scenario 💕 P. S. Dojoon was the one giving me this idea when he mentioned he saw Woosung asking his gf to marry him with a sour candy ring as a joke Taglist -> let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.

You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.

He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.

You’ve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.

You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldn’t let anybody interrupt your little date.

Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.

“I have a few surprises for you today.” He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. “It’s not my birthday yet.” You said laughing. “What? Can’t I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?” He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. “It’s amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.” He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. “What’s wrong with you?” You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. “I just love you so much.” He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. “Open it.” He said as he continued to finish his noodles.

When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. “Marry me?” He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldn’t believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. You’ve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. “Meet me downstairs then.” He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.

You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. “Is this more of what you imagined?” He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. “Fuck you Kim Woosung.” You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. “Sure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).” He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. “I guess we’ll go to the first band wedding then.” Dojoon teased. “Actually I haven’t even asked her properly yet.” Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. “After 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each other’s annoying selves.” He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didn’t care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didn’t care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. “We’ve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kiss…” He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. “You didn’t need to be that specific…” Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. “And now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.” He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.

“So? Would you marry me?” He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. “Of course yes.” You said, throwing yourself into his arms. “You didn’t look this convinced when I asked you out there.” He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. “That was not a proposal.” You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. “You at least gotta admit it was original.” He said proud of his first attempt. “Can you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?” Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.

And just like that Woosung was ready to give everything he had to take care of you. To show you he is the husband you always knew he was. And you were ready to show him you were made to be with him ever since you both met. Now another 10, 20, 30, 40, 1000000 years wait for both of you. Just like Woosung said, until death do you apart and even more.

#valentines day #valentines day special 🌸 #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop fluff #the rose #the rose x reader #the rose imagine #the rose fluff #woosung #woosung x reader #woosung fluff #kim woosung #kim woosung x reader #kim woosung fluff #the rose woosung #the rose woosung x reader #the rose woosung fluff

[trianglesimpfordpines]

ok so nobody in gravity falls questions it when ford disappears for a year then apparently resurfaces as a tourist trap owner and con artist now going by "stan," but this can easily be explained by fiddleford and his memory gun. and filbrick, caryn, and shermie don't (that we know of) question "ford's" sudden change of personality, appearance, occupation, etc. presumably because ford wasn't in regular contact with them (and they possibly thought it had something to do with stan's "death").

but yknow what i wonder? what did other scientists & academics think? were they all just like "oh yep there it is, dr. pines finally went all the way over the edge, hey dude i told you he wouldn't make it another decade before snapping lol you owe me ten bucks" "yeah man i'm just surprised he became a con man, i thought he was gonna take over the world or something"

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #they all just assume he finally broke

[harus-simp]

When you have a stan account dedicated to them

Jiwoong, Keita,Jongwoo,Taerae, Wumuti

Genre: fluff, but a little bit sad on some parts :((

Requested: How about Jongwoo, Jiwoong, Taerae, Keita (and anyone you want to add) reacting to you having a stan twitter account dedicated to them lol? (Anonymous)

Author's note: I think I didn't specify it as a twitter account in some of them,so I hope you're fine with it anon. I added Wumuti because I'm this close to create an account for him I'm not even joking, although it is a little bit sad so beware of it. Hope you like it :)) (Might be a little bit long haha I got carried away 😛)

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The boys know that you've been supporting them for sure watching boys planet and that you've been rooting for them however, they didn't expect you to take your supporting that far.

Jiwoong

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

After days and hours of practice and hard work Jiwoong was able to take a breath as the dual position battle had finished. He felt so proud of being able to go to Mcountdown with his team at last,his efforts paying off.

He called you immediately excited to let you know about his week. You picked up really confused to his sudden call, but smiling about his happiness.

You asked him if you could spend a little time with him and go celebrate it to a nearby restaurant, you offering to treat him to which he accepted with a smile on his face, making him look like an idiot talking to his phone.

While waiting for you to arrive he decided to search his name on Twitter to see all the support he had been receiving from his fans. He looked at each one of the posts with such detail and care, as he though of how everyone had dedicated him time, so he opted for doing exactly the same.

While looking carefully at all the letters, messages and pictures, one particular post stood out to him, it was a picture with a short but sweet message attached to it:

-Not only my boy is an awesome actor but he's a really talented rapper, singer and dancer so please vote for him. Jiwoong hwaiting!!!

He found it so endearing and flattering how he was surrounded by amazing people who were willing to make him debut, however what caught his attention was the photo that followed the message.

He found it oddly familiar for some reason but couldn't figure out why, until he finally remembered, that was a photo he hadn't published in his social media, that was indeed a photo he had only sent to you to cheer you up on your exams.

His thoughts were interrupted by you calling his name from afar.

"Jiwoong"you called waving your hand at him.

He smiled fondly and reunited with you to go eat together, interlacing your hands in the process.

"How you doing, baby?"he asked you

"I should be asking you that you winner!"you responded giggling and expecting him to answer.

"Well, it has been a rollercoaster of emotions"

"Oh, I could definitely tell"

You guys continued with your conversation as you were eating,and when you were asking for dessert he confronted you about the post he found suspiciously similar to all you were telling him throughout the lunch, throwing him lots of compliments and sweet words.

Does the account Jiwoong's number one supporter sounds familiar to you?"he asked naturally.

You were taken aback for a moment right there, until you laughed awkwardly saying: "ha.ha.ha no, I don't know what that is"

"Well, that's funny cause I've only sent this photo to you" he said laughing it off and smiling cutely.

*Oh, I forgot about that*you thought to yourself.

He watched as the smiled was washed off from your face, realisation hitting you like a truck.

He awaited for a response as you finally buried your face in your hands, accepting defeat.

"So it really was you" he smiled dedicating you a look were he expressed all his admiration for you while taking your hands in his. "No need to be embarrassed about it love, I find it really cute"

You looked back at him and laughed softly at his antics: "Well it's not like I've told any lies there" you responded.

This only made Jiwoong want to pamper you with kisses till he was satisfied, but instead he sat at your side and hugged you tightly, as the later option was best for you to not be redder than you were, besides you were still in public.

"I'm so thankful y/nnie"he broke the hug and pecked you quickly on your forehead just before the desserts arrived.

Keita

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Being Keita is not an easy job, being that talented is difficult. How can someone be so good at everything? He's good at singing, dancing, rapping, producing his own songs. Lirerally perfection.

You as his girlfriend had always wandered how he could be such a perfect all rounder, but most importantly you always kept thinking how he could be yours.

However, as good as he was (like he excels at everything) he was also human, he struggled, he had his own worries and preoccupations. So when you caught him one day a little lower than usual you decided to listen to him and he decided to open up to you sincerely.

He talked about how Ciipher needed more support and that they weren't going through their best moments, although he sweetened it with other words, saying he wanted another challenge so he decided to audition to boys planet in search of an opportunity to debut.

And of course you supported him, how could you not? He deserved the entire world in your eyes and even more than that.

A few days after passing the auditions for the programme, he was preparing his song with the other japanese trainees "Zero for Conduct" and helping them as well with their korean.

When the practice ended he decided to visit you and rest for a while before going back to the doorms, where he was working with his team mates.

When he got to your house the first thing he did was look for you on the sofa, where he knew you were gonna be for sure watching a movie, a series or just scrolling through your phone, turns out the last option was the correct one.

You were so immersed on whatever you were doing you didn't even felt his presence behind you, making it a perfect opportunity for him to surprise you. He got close from behind with the intention of scaring you, however when he saw you were writing from an account by the name of keita's-simp he couldn't help but forget his plan and say out loud : "What are you doing right there?".

You jumped a little bit and looked back at him hiding your phone under a pillow.

"God damn Keita, don't scare me like that!"you told him back.

"No but seriously, what were you doing?"

"Oh, nothing important really, just watching videos honestly"

"So you are hiding your phone due to...?"he looked at you oddly.

"Due to you scaring the shit out of me?"you answered with an obvious expression.

He shrugged it off and accepted your response, although not very convinced of it.

After spending some time together just talking casually, you excused yourself for a moment to go the restroom. He wanted to take a look at whatever you were doing before, which he considered quite suspicious imo, but he wanted to respect your privacy. However, when he was about to continue with his activities your phone received a notification from that Twitter account,which he had seen previously. His curiosity gaining the best of him made him check out that little message, leading him to an account dedicated completely to him. He began scrolling through the posts revealing all kinds of sweet and short supporting messages.

He smiled revealing his cute little teeth and thinking of thousands of ways to tease his bae, until seeing that some of the posts dated from 2018 approximately. He was still a trainee back there so, he was confused, like really confused.

"Alright I'm ba-"you were saying when you saw him scrolling through your phone on your account.

"Are you looking through my things without my permission Mr Terazono?"you asked furrowing your eyebrows.

"Are you using an account named keita's-simp?"he asked you ironically and with a smug grin.

"Ye-, yes I am"you answered shyly.

"Then why are some posts so old?"

You sighed, knowing you couldn't escape the situation at all : "Well that' because YG TREASURE BOX started by that date".

He couldn't help but smile thinking of all the time you had been rooting for him : "Oh, really?"he raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

"Yeah..."

He got closer to you causing you to back off and fall to the sofa, as he then hugged you like a koala being on top of you.

"You don't have any idea of how thankful and blessed I am to have you"he said hiding his face

You just smiled at him and caressed his hair softly, making him fall asleep and not go back to his doorms, and although he was scolded, he didn't regret it in any way.

Jongwoo

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Jongwoo had been struggling on his path through Boys Planet, and although he was fighting for his dreams,he didn't find it as easy as he thought.

At first, he started smoothly with his group having good reviews and feedback from the star masters, which gave him some hope about his future. However, as the revaluation came and his stars dropped he lost some confidence and self-esteem.

Later, the K vs G group battle begun, where he was able to portray a better version of himself. He was even questioned why his star were so low when he had the talent and the ability to do more, that felt great to him, being praised for your hard work was amazing and it made him feel very proud. And it all payed off as his team won and he got the privilege to go to Mcountdown.

Then, the dual position battle arrived and he was pushed from the team he wanted,hurting his pride on the process.He wanted that team so bad and it just slipped through his fingers like it was nothing. Nevertheless, he slayed his performance anyways and could win individually. He felt relieved once again and really joyful. How could he not when his purpose of debuting started to make sense.

That leave us to his next mission, the Artist battle. He worked so hard for his song, Over Me. He suggested choreo, lyrics and lead his team perfectly. So being kicked out of it felt so wrong, it hurted so much, it made him think that he worked for nothing. He wasn't able to fight for what he wanted. When he got to the Switch team, he was really discouraged so he decided to not apply for the killing part.

Right now, he was preparing for a little event with star creators, which somehow gave him the strength to continue and give an amazing performance. However, when the curtain fell there were more than star creators, there were everyone's family and friends. Jongwoo could distinguish his friends from everyone else filling with giddiness and excitement. They were performing before people they cared about, and that was everything that mattered to him.

When he got time to talk to his friends he felt nothing but pure happiness.

"Jongwoo, you are doing great!"commented one of his friends.

"Thank you so much for coming guys, I appreciate it so much"

"Yeah, we've been watching all your performances and all twitter support you"someone said.

"You have lots of fans that support you!"

He was so happy to hear that, no one could imagine.

"Speaking of, there is this particular account that I see literally everywhere, they are really big fans. Look here it is"they said as they showed him.

He looked carefully and realised something, that way of writing was really familiar to him, way too familiar. And then something suddenly clicked, that was his girlfriend's way of speaking right there. How could he be so bland? All this time in the programme and he didn't thought of you once, how could he be so self absorbed?

After that day, in which they discovered it was a evaluation from their relatives and friends, he decided (although not adequate) to sneek from the planet camp and go to your apartment. He might regret it later, but at the moment you were the only thing on his mind.

When he got there, he unlocked the door and saw you preparing some food for you to eat, he felt so lucky to have you in his life. He hugged you from behind, hiding his face on the crook of your neck while you smiled knowing already who was the one that initiated that sign of affection.

"Hey baby, how's everything going on boys planet?"you asked him while still cooking peacefully.

"..."he didn't answered but started kissing your neck softly instead.

"Hehe that tickles"

You stopped smiling once you started to hear a silent whimpering sound.

"Hey Jongwoo, what's wrong?"you asked him as you stopped everything you were doing and turned around to see his face.

"Nothing, it's just-"

"Come on tell me" you encouraged him while whipping off his tears softly.

"It has been really hard, and I've just been so concentrated on winning that I forgot about my own girlfriend's existence, I've just missed you so much but couldn't think of it myself and-"

You silenced him by pressing a soft and sweet kiss on his lips, he corresponded eagerly and once you pulled apart you said to him: "Look, I'm not mad at that, I understand how hard it has been for you and all the hard work you've put in every single performance".

"Yes, but seeing your account has hitted my sensible spot"he said.

"Hahaha, you know I'll always be your number 1 fan. I'm so proud of you for raising so much on the rankings and having so much support from star creators".

"You are amazing, you know that? But jongwoo's-wifey, really?"he teased you.

You blushed at his remark.

"Well, I'm just being a fan, what do you expect?"

He giggled silently and got closer to your ear saying: "Well, if so you must call me your husbie"

"What?"

"Husband"

You turned redder than a tomatoe if that was even possible, getting away from him and hitting his arm playfully.

Did he mean it? We'll never know 👀

Taerae

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It had been a really tiring day for Taerae, practising por Switch was nothing but easy. It was complicated for him as his dancing didn't stood out as the best, but could you ever be mad at it? No, his singing made up for it tho (and the dance is really fast paced, so💀💀💀).

He practiced and practiced and practiced, and practiced once again lead by phanbin,a really detailed person and a perfectionist, but at least being as strict as he was with the dance moves was helping him improve in some way.

All the hours and effort he had put into the performance were starting to make everyone tired, so phanbin decided to let everyone go home and rest for the next day.

When Taerae finally got home, he couldn't help but wanting to take a shower and just sleep for 3 days straight. So that's exactly what he did. He took a cold shower as he had sweated so much and as he was changing to something comfortable you got home being greeted warmly by your boyfriend.

"Hey y/nnie, how was work?"he asked you

"Exhausting actually, how's your practice for the Artist battle going tae?

"I can't wait for you to see it" he smiled brightly at you.

After showering and changing clothes as well, you both decided to just go with a session of cuddles and a movie for you to rest from your respective work and to just enjoy your time with each other.

You put a silly rom com to lighten your moods and basically to have it as background noises as you knew perfectly you would just talk through it.

You were resting your head on taerae's chest as he had his arms wrapped around you securely and protectively, leaving you reassured of nothing bad happening to you.

Right after finishing the movie (it was really bad, like horribly made), you excused yourself to go to the kitchen for a snack, he decided to enter Twitter and see what all star creators were up to. He saw from letters to drawings to threads looking carefully at every post were he was being showered with love and affection from his fans. However, he saw an account that looked familiar,it was his more loyal fan account taerae's-dimples.

He laughed once again at the silly name the person had opted to name the account. However, there was something really heartfelt about the way that the posts were made.

Not only did they complimented his physique and his looks, but they also bragged about their vocals and the way he had improved his dancing, knowing himself he wasn't a perfect dancer he appreciated it a lot.

They talked about how he laughed when he was with Junhyeon, about his adorable and lovely smile, his cute dimples, his amazing personality,how he was loved by lots of star creators, and the list goes on.

He was grateful for all his fans, but something about that particular person, just made him really like them .

So was his admiration for them that he decided to thank them personally (well not like face to face) using wake one's account. He slid through their dm's writing a short but sentimental message to them that could express all his feelings towards them.

He then pressed the send button and smiled satisfied of his little act of service, when suddenly your phone rang with a notification. He actually didn't pay much attention to that til you came back with some pizza and pop corn for you to eat while watching another film you both had chosen.

While eating, you checked your phone and saw Taerae's message:

-Thank you so much dear fan, thank you for always being there for me and supporting me in every way you can. It means so much to me, I'll show you a better version of myself. Hwaiting!!

You chuckled and laughed internally at Taerae, he was so sweet with everyone it made you fell more for him. You turned around and said to him:

"You can't be cuter seriously"

"What?"

"Your way of thanking your fans is adorable"

He looked at you confused as you showed him his message on your account.

He couldn't believe it, all this time and it was you.

"That was you?"

"Yeah"

He started laughing uncontrollably and looked at you with his mouth opened.

"Really,why are you like this?"he asked sighing.

Now you were the confused one: "huh?"

"You were making me fall in love over again, I can't stand you" he said while bringing you to his arms, too embarrassed to let go.

You giggled softly and hugged him back : "I'm just simply too cute"

"You sure are darling"

Wumuti

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The 2nd elimination had finished in boys planet and it was a little bit disappointing for you, a loyal supporter of your boy Wumuti. Placing 34th felt so close yet so far, feeling sad about it and can't help but worring of his current state as well, if it was hard for you to watch you couldn't imagine how hard was for him to experience.

There were a mix of emotions on the pit of your stomach, sadness, anger,pity, empathy, to name but a few.

You knew he wanted this so bad and seeing all his efforts on the Switch team being gripped out of him felt so wrong. Hearing him say he couldn't see the performance if he wasn't there was tough as well and you felt so bad for him.

However, this was not the end, you knew it perfectly. Now he had lots of more fans who supported him making you feel like all your promoting didn't go to waste. Yes, you did have an account dedicated to him, how else would you help him be voted by star creators? Your main purpose was to help him raise in rankings, but the most important was to be there for him as his number 1 fan and help him be happy chasing after his dreams.

Right after this, you decided to not be discouraged and still ask people to support him everywhere he went and with everything he did.

You suddenly heard the bell ringing, making you leave your phone immediately and run to the door suspecting who was gonna be at your door. When you opened it your guesses were right, it was Wumuti himself waiting for you to let him inside. He was standing there with a serious expression that changed when you opened the door to the biggest grin you had ever seen in your entire life.

"Babyyyy, I've missed you so muchhhh"he said hugging you tightly, a hug that expressed perfectly all his emotions.

You hugged him with the same passion throwing yourself at him in order to not have any space left between both of you.

"I've missed you moreeee, let's go inside first"you insisted.

As you entered your apartment you gave him a sweet kiss which he gladly accepted smiling right into it.

"I can't believe they've eliminated you when I've been working my ass off to promote you, people are blind I swear to God!"you finally let out your irritated state.

"Promote me?"he asked, confusion being present in his features.

"Yes,I think I've never used Twitter so much in my entire life, I have probably used it more in 2 months than ever"you showed him your phone with your account.

"Wumuti-ti-ti's-girl? Do you have an account for me?"he asked shocked, he really wasn't expecting that.

"Of course, what did you expect from me?

In that moment he felt the luckiest person on earth, wondering how could he deserve you and all your love for him.

He felt so overwhelmed by it tears started to fall from his eyes, we don't know if they were from sadness from being eliminated or from happiness from having you on his side or from both of them.

When you saw him like that you absolutely panicked at first, but you snapped out of it and brought him to your arms carresing his hair softly.

"Shhh it's okay baby, just take your time"

Instead of hugging you back he just (gonna die) let you comfort him telling him sweet words filled with truth on them.

When he finally stopped crying he separated his face from your shoulder and made eye contact with you dedicating you a soft smile that melted you.

"You mean so much to me you don't have any idea, I don't know what I'd do without you"he said sincerely.

"Well, you probably wouldn't do much"you said teasing him.

"Probably"

"But, I love you like that"you told him kissing his cheek.

"I love you too"

"Now let's talk why certain people don't deserve to be there as much as you do"

"Babe, no-"

"No yes, I will fight Mnet and some star creators I swear it".

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#boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet fanfics #boys planet headcanons #boys planet reactions #boys planet x reader #kim jiwoong #terazono keita #yoon jongwoo #kim taerae #wumuti ti ti #kpop

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Team Stan with an S/o who has a pet dragon? Like maybe their s/o is weak but there’s this giant creature just lurking behind them 😭. Don’t feel pressured to write this ❤️

Team Stan with a s/o who has a pet dragon🐉🐲🥺💖

I apologize that with the delayed south park posts, sometimes I just don't have time to get on Tumblr to finish requests.

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙💚 The Main Four 🧡❤️

Bro wtf?!?!

Their jaws have dropped to the floor when they saw that big ahh dragon you have inside of your basement (or wherever you put the dragon at).

They be shaking when they see the dragon glaring at them. As a matter of fact, where did you get that dragon reader?! 😭

That dragon is always with you all the time, sometimes you don't get to spend time with your boyfriends because the dragon is being too protective of you.

The boys will eventually start to get jealous and annoyed by your pet guardian dragon. That dragon is clearly stealing their s/o's affection!

"(Name) we need to talk about that dragon you have".

"What's wrong guys?", you asked as they gave you annoyed expressions.

"Be honest with us, why all of a sudden do you just randomly have a dragon that follows you everywhere?".

"We don't want to sound selfish, but it seems like you value that dragon more than us".

"....Well...it's because I feel weak and helpless sometimes....and I can't always go to you guys for help whenever I need it....so I wondered what it would feel like to have a guardian so I adopted this dragon". You looked away in guilt as the dragon behind you began to glare at the boys.

"What do you mean 'weak and helpless'? You're not weak OR helpless at all (Nickname).....Why would you even think that in the first place?".

"Well you guys always know how to cheer me up and you guys always protect me from bullies....I feel guilty that I'm not able to defend myself so you guys wouldn't have to worry about me.....".

The dragon was ready to strike the boys until you put a hand signal up to its face that screams "Don't you dare".

The dragon looked at you in confusion.

"I thank you for being my guardian Mr Dragon, but I would also like to be able to have my boyfriends around more without you being hostile towards them". The dragon signed before it flew away.

On one hand, the boys were glad that the dragon will no longer get in the way of their relationship with you. But on the other hand, they are happy you told them the truth.💙❤️💚🧡💖💖

I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted!!

#south park x reader #south park #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #main 4 x reader #main 4 #pet dragon #guardian dragon #southpark blog #southpark sp #sp x reader #x reader #southpark x y/n #southpark scenarios #southpark headcanons

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A New Enemy Has Entered The Arena

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 6

Content: disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, tied up/handcuffs, (brief) dissociation, noncon partial undressing, noncon touch, attempted noncon

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Except from: The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for villains and bounty-hunters Dr. Vaughn Verhulst

["Make them fear the wrath of god, then remind them the only god they should fear is you."]

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“So, this is the capture, huh?” The new voice drawled. Despite the exhaustion and the agony lacing throughout every part of his body, Stan's managed a look up at the new situation. Directly into a pair of steel blue eyes that made his breath stutter. “Not much to look at, huh?”

Stan scooted backward, but Deeby seemed to beat him to the same idea, stepping in front of the man and completely blocking him from view.

“There's no way you're the one doing the pickup. What are you doing here?”

The new man tried to side-step Deeby. “Don't worry, I'm not trying to interrupt your smooch-fest, just wanna make sure you aren't breaking our new toy–”

Deeby stepped in front of the man again, the man barely stopping short of crashing directly into him, just long enough for Stan to gather his scattered bearings and realize there was a new person here and all the distinct possibilities of what that meant for him.

And suddenly he felt lightheaded again.

“Dude…”

“What.” Deeby insisted slowly. “Are you doing here?”

This new guy… honestly, not much to look at himself, from what Stan saw. He couldn't have been too much older than Stan, fluffy light brown hair, an accent he couldn't quite place, but… probably European? He also wasn't wearing any sort of mask or anything to hide his face, which was only vaguely concerning, Stan decided to believe. Not to mention, this new guy had been wearing a knit sweater vest? It looked soft. Stan almost had to remind himself that the guy must be a threat, just like Deeby, or why would he even be here?

He just looked so corporate.

“I told you, checking on the capture, getting some intel. Making sure you didn't crap up the very simple plan, or kill him. It’s a real concern with you, I'm sure you understand.”

The man tried to side-step Deeby once again, and once again the mercenary blocked him. Stan started to scoot back away from the two, his ankle chain softly clanking as it dragged across the floor. Whatever was going on between them, he wanted no part of it.

“He's secure. And alive. Not fatally wounded, and will continue to stay that way.” Deeby stated. “You can leave now.”

Sweater-vest ventured an exaggerated glance over Deeby's shoulder, just barely giving Stan another view of his steel-colored eyes. Something about them made his heart skip a beat.

“You sure about that, big man? Kid doesn't seem to be doing so hot.

“Yup.” Deeby didn't even entertain a glance back. “Buh-bye now.”

Stan could practically hear the eye-roll that accompanied the groan that Sweater-vest let out. “Well excuse me for not trusting you as far as I can throw you. Look, I'm not just here to mess with you, I'm here on Lana's orders. She wants you to call her.”

Stan stopped scooting dead, an icy coldness surging through his chest, a sudden darkness swirling around his head. Lana. That sounded like a real name. Why was this man using real names? Deeby didn't use a real name, he was very dead set on that! Why was this new man using real names?! Real names were bad why was he using real names–?!

Deeby also stiffened at the name. He hand clenched for just a fraction of a second. Then he shook his head and brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Why didn't she just call me instead of sending your sorry ass to deliver the message?” Deeby finally seemed to settle on.

Sweater-vest's eyes flicked over Deeby, up and down, before an unnerving grin spread across his face. “I know something you don't know~” he sang slowly, like some sort of horror movie villain.

“You planning on telling me? Or you just gonna stand there like a skin-walker.” Deeby look just about ready to blow.

“Soon as I verify the little super lives up to our wildest hopes and dreams.”

“Y’know, technically we’re supposed to be on the same side.”

The man sidestepped Deeby one last time, and this time, the mercenary just let him pass by. Stan shrank back as the piercing gaze of Sweater-vest appraised him, looking him up and down as he slowly walked closer.

“A bit worse for wear, no?” Sweater-vest noted, almost to himself.

“Yeah, little shit tried to escape. Got pretty far too, he's stronger than I thought. Got me right–” Then he noticed Stan had backed up halfway across the room instead of stayingin place on the floor right behind him. And sighed. “Kinda a wuss though…”

“Die.” Stan growled, scowling at the mercenary even as he clutched his knees to his chest.

“Oooooh” Sweater-vest cooed, and Stan nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized how close the man had gotten to him. “Feisty little guy, huh?”

Stan kicked out at him and skittered back, only to realize he was almost out of room to skitter. So he reluctantly stood his ground. Well, sat his ground. “Get away from me!”

“He's mostly talk,” Deeby called again. “Mostly…”

Stan barely even registered what Deeby said. His vision completely tunneled on Sweater-vest as he slowly advanced on Stan, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Dang, Dick Biscuits, you really got a handle of him, don’t you?” Sweater-vest's eyes never once left Stan's. “Leashed and collared, like a little puppy dog… “

Stans cheeks turned a bright red. He glared at the man as hard as he could, jaw clenched so hard it could have broken, because honestly, how dare he?!

Deeby sighed, like he'd rather be anywhere but where he was now. Stan could relate.

“Yeah… It's necessary.”

“Oh, I agree wholeheartedly.”

The man crouched directly in front of the trembling Stan. “Hi,” he said softly, disarmingly, giving Stan just the slightest tilt of the head. “My name's Vaughn, its–”

“Christ man, would you cut it out with the names!” Deeby yelled, causing the both of the smaller men to jump as he marched over. Stan reflexively curled up into a little ball, gut swirling with a new and terrifying form of dread and suddenly very aware of his restraints once more, while Sweater-vest–... Vaughn… sprung up to face down Deeby.

As much as Stan was absolutely terrified of Deeby, he had to admit he agreed with the bounty hunter on this one. The way Sweater-vest threw out names like that felt… Dangerous. On a visceral level. He hugged his legs closer to his chest.

“Why?” Sweater-vest taunted. “It's not like he's gonna live to tell anyone.”

“Nothing's ever 100% with these things,” he growled. “Unless you want to get fifty to life here as well. You'd be doing me a huge favor, honestly, and bring Lana down with you while you’re at it. But leave me out of it.”

Sweater-vest hummed, considering. Glanced Deeby up and down. Then scoffed. “Don't you have an important phone call to get to, Deeby? I’d hate to have to tell Lana that her least favorite ex disobeyed her direct orders and needs to be dealt with.”

The mercenary stared down Sweater-vest. The intensity of it almost entranced Stan, it seemed to go on for an eternity. Then, finally, Deeby let out a small grunt, and took a slow, deep breath.

“Stan!” he yelled. Stan nearly yelped. “If he tries anything, kill him, he deserves it. And you.” he turned his attention right back to Sweater-vest before Stan could stutter out some sort of question or affirmation. “Don't fuck with him.”

“Aw, so protective, falling in love already?”

“I'll be back in a few, don't try anything!” He yelled as he made his way toward the door. Then, only slightly under his breath, “Pinche pendejo.”

The smile on Sweater-vest's face immediately dropped and he whirled around.

“Krijg de tering, vuile teringleier!”

The door slammed shut, the crack of metal against metal deafening in the sudden silence. And they were alone. Together.

Stan stared at the floor and clenched his fists, trying to calm his racing nerves. Did his best to keep his breathing even. Be still, not show weakness while also not challenging the man he was now alone with. He never thought he would ever actually miss Deeby's presence. But here they were.

“Brute.” Sweater-vest seethed under his breath as he sauntered back over to Stan. “Should've just put him out of his misery years ago, swear to God.”

Then his demeanor completely shifted once more as he stood over Stan. More professional, more cold, more demanding.

“Anyway, stand up, let me get a look at you.”

“Are you ‘The Guy?’” Stan blurted out before he had time to even realize he was doing it. Anything to break the sudden unbearable tension.

Sweater-vest tilted his head with a raised eyebrow and a small laugh. “The Guy?”

“Yeah…” Wow, suddenly he wished he never said anything. “The uh, the guy. You know the guy…” Stan's voice wavered as the man scrunch his nose at him. As if Stan was speaking an entirely different language. “Like. Like the guy. The guy who, uh, who…”

He took a deep breath, and blurted out “The boss guy who had me kidnapped!”

A brief pause. The man stared at him.

“No,” he snorted. “No, I'm not ‘the guy’, as you so eloquently put it. And your ‘guy’ is actually a lady, the lovely Ms. Lana who I mentioned earlier. And I'm Dr. Vaughn Verhulst, you can call me Vaughn. Pleasure to meet you.”

Stan shrank into himself slightly. “Oh…”

Again with the names. They made his skin crawl, like tiny ants crawling up and down his arms. The full name this time too, Dr. Verhulst. And Lana. Where had he heard that name before? Lana...

Stan didn't have time to ponder the question, though, as the man surged forward and reached down toward Stan's vulnerable neck, and Stan screeched and jolted back trying to get away.

But the man was surprisingly fast for a guy who could be mistaken for an office drone.

“Alright now, stand up.”

Then suddenly Stan was choking as the two fingers looped under his collar and dragged him upward, squeezing Stan's windpipe fully shut with Stan gasping and clutching at the collar trying to free himself and allow his body the sweet air it so desperately begged for the whole short distance up. And when he was finally standing and the collar loosened just slightly, Stan coughed and wheezed and tried to double over on himself to lessen the pain, if only the man wasn't still holding him straight up by the collar. He finally managed to get his own fingers under the collar just enough to pull it away from flush against his throat, his body shifting from world-shaking coughs and gasps for air to shuddering wheezes and shivers, and only then did he realize that Vaughn’s other hand wasn't just sitting idly by. No, instead it settled on his arms and ribcage, pressing into the tender bruised flesh that marred his entire body.

He felt a sudden sharp pain at his side and twitched away from it, only for a steadying hand to fall on straight onto another bruise on his waist and press in, clutch at it, holding him in place and sending jolts throughout his entire body that made him dizzy. All the breath left his body. He froze.

“What– What're you–?... Stop, let go…” It felt almost taboo to break the sudden stillness. He tried to pull away, but the grip on his collar just tightened, knuckles pressing harder into his neck as Sweater-vest continued to press into his side.

“Shhhhhh, dropje. Just let me do my work.”

“Your work?...” The hand pressed into his broken rib, and Stan yelped out and shoved the offending hand away from the tender area.

“STOP! Stop touching me! Stop!” Stan cried. This was too much. What was even happening here?

Vaughn's dark gaze fixed on the place that had made Stan cry out, calculating, jaw set. Stan withdrew into himself sightly before he remembered himself, and stared defiantly right back. Then the gaze drifted slightly lower, softening with an almost mischievous smile and a low hum before he finally, finally, looked Stan square in the eyes.

“Take your shirt off.”

Stan's heart turned to ice.

“WHAT?! No! You’re insane!”

Stan managed to rip free of his grip and launch backwards, only for his back to slam directly into the wall. Damn it. He saw stars, and the world rocked around him.

He pressed into it regardless, held his cuffed hands up in front of his torso as some sort of measly defense. “Get– Get away from me! I'm not taking my shirt off! You're crazy, get away!”

He scowled, then reached into his pocket with a deep sigh. A glint of steel gleamed in the light as Vaughn pull out a pair of very sharp-looking scissors and waved them lazily at Stan's chest.

“You are.” Sweater-vest stated simply. “I'm a doctor, dropje, I have to take a look at your body, make sure that ass didn't leave any lasting damage. You worry too much.”

Sweater-vest suddenly went to reach around his arms and get at the top button of his shirt, and Stan slapped them away, earning himself a glare from the man as he stepped closer once more and boxed him in completely.

“Stan… Schatje…” he spoke lowly, voice sickeningly sweet. The scissors drifted so close to his throat. “I'm going to make this so simple for you, yeah? I'm cutting your shirt off now. If you make things difficult, then your shirt won't be the only thing cut, got it?”

Stan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to become so small. Small enough that the threat wouldn't see him anymore and he could run away and never have to deal with it again. This was insane. This was insane, right? This guy was insane!

“No, no, no, no, no, don't, get away from me, get away from me.” He tried to inject as much hissing venom as possible into the words, but they still didn't come out much above a squeaking, shaky whisper.

Vaughn reached for his top button, and though Stan pressed into the wall as much as he could, arms up and ready to strike at any moment, this time his fingers weren't stopped from undoing the top button. Then continuing down from there. Then he gently grabbed Stan's wrists and moved them downward and continued unfastening, all the way down until the front of his shirt was completely open, the cool air giving Stan goosebumps.

“Oh.” Vaughn said, almost to himself, running his finger over the strap of Stan's chest binder. “I didn't realize you were transgender, Stan.”

The swirling mass of thoughts in Stan’s head finally meet the one overwhelming his gut and crashing down upon him, breaking the fragile spell keeping him paralyzed.

“DEEBY! HELP!!” Stan cried out, loud as he possibly could. As if Deeby would ever help him. As if he would save him. All Stan knew was that in that very moment, he would prefer the physically abusive mercenary a hundred times over this guy, the guy who looked at him like a lion at an antelope, the man who feigned kindness, whose smile seemed just a bit too perfect, who made weird cryptic comments and who threw names around as if it didn't matter whether or not Stan knew them. As if Stan would never live to escape. As if the horrors Stan would endure were cursed to echo the walls in which they occurred, never to be heard by another soul.

“Oh calm down, Stanny, he's not going to come save you.” Vaughn dismissed, quickly pulling down the sleeve of his shirt and cutting it open down the seam, the quick repetitive snip snip snip of the scissors filling the room completely. Stan's weak attempts to slap away the scissors or otherwise stop his disrobing were all but brushed off by the ‘doctor.’ A quick but very intentional blade to the neck was all he needed to freeze Stan up and allow him to continue.

Very soon, Vaughn had the shredded fabric that used to make up Stan's shirt sprawled across the floor at their feet. Stan didn't even feel the coolness of the room goosebumping his skin anymore, not with the burning red in his cheeks and the again wandering hands of Sweater-vest to keep him unbearably warm.

He could scarcely breathe. His brain started to feel farther and farther away from his body. His hair was standing on end, shivers running throughout his entire body making him twitch. And he wondered if he should even put in the effort to ground himself. Maybe it would be easier if he was far, far away for all of this anyway.

“It's not like I care, Stan. It doesn't matter to me. I'll even let you keep your chest binder thing on, if that’d make you more comfortable... Hey.”

He snapped a few times in front of Stan's eyes, and Stan despairingly snapped back to reality. So close too. Just for Sweater-vest to smile his weird creepy smile at him. There was no way to misconstrue the malicious gleam in his eyes, the one that made Stan's own eyes go wide and his breath halt entirely as he stared into them. His other hand was on Stan's back now. He was practically holding Stan in a facsimile of a hug. Pressing in his lower back. Lower. Just a bit too low for comfort.

“I'm serious, I can work with that,” he reassured, hand now dipping under Stan's waistband, and before Stan could react, he pulled the captive in close to him, pressing his pelvis securely into Stan's lower stomach while brushing to closed blades of the scissors along Stan's jawline and up his cheek. “It's not what I was expecting, but it doesn't change what I'm going to do to you.”

And that's when Stan pulled back and punched him square in the jaw.

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Section 2

"The Qsmp is problematic"

So fun fact twitter hates this fandom and everything it stands for, I'm not kidding when I say the amount of people I saw calling the fandom, toxic, racist, misgontic and ableist is interesting to say the least.

So of course when the SulhasSpace issue happened some people ran with it as proof that the fandom is the problem. Now I've show you guys an racist account before in the last account of interest (burnbook Qsmp) So I'm not here to pretend it's not a problem, it absolutely is.

So yes I get where these are coming from to some degree but Twitter doesn't forgive or forget, and there's of course the fact that not ever "fan" is actually a fan.

That being said they are two sides to Qsmp twitter right now,

1)Chill fun time, drawing your faves.

2)your faves are problematic and if you don't push for them to be kick out your a terrible person.

A common discussion I see on the twitter is often, "oh you're defending your faves, you call out any creator but your faves" completely ingoring the fact that most the stuff their holding said faves accountable for are ages old.

They call us parasocial but then make post after post advocating for members to be removed from the SMP, it's making rounds, so I want to clear any misinformation on Twitter and make it clear when creators apologize.

I bring you back to this tweet (please don't even interact with this person Thank you.)

You might remember them from the bonus section, this was posted jan 5 2024 with 1.3K likes (Jesus) so allow me to clear the air on some accusations.

In the reply of this they link a thread stating all problematic behaviors of creators, however MAJORITY of the this thread is just attacking the fan base I'm not even kidding.

Here's the thing, the bad apples aren't the fandom, it was this same behavior that had people attack dsmp fans.

Say what you want about Dream but you can acknowledge the dsmp fandom got so much hate for simply existing because a few of them were bad.

Because as someone who's been in both, and left both oddly who was previously a full on dream Stan and just sorta grew out of him. People hated us just for liking the dsmp.

They attacked minors in cosplay called us fatherless and cringe (and like yeah but still) overall make fun of Nurodiverst kids for having hyperfixations, and their justification was we're all terrible people.

Here's my thing, you don't actually care, you don't care about the alleged victims or the people who's lives are at risk; You want to make the fandom look bad.

You could have easily said "A person on twitter told another they hope the us gets bomb" and yeah I understand it was in the context of the Qsmp but people are not their interset, don't water people down to the things they like, then you're just making stereotypes.

How is it any different than saying, "a kpop stan did this, a furry did that,"

Also while I'm on this compersion of both I've noticed a constant conflict in regards to the Forever situation vs Dream situation with the parties on either side the other cc is guilty but theirs isn't.

I noticed this as soon as the accusations dropped actually a lot of people even here on Tumblr, where saying "this is what we deserved" and at "least dream didn't actually do it"

Tô be honest I noticed the fandom was at odds before that even, they were sudden talk here on Tumblr which means the topic likely came from Twitter of the dsmp compered to the Qsmp.

And I'll be honest dsmp was getting dragged, I read these thinking, 'why are we comparing them, they're clearly different with their own stories.' I still wonder that.

I don't want to fight with dream SMP fans, I use to be one of you , I had a freaking fan fic plan that was just c:! ranboo getting teleported into the Qsmp.

Why don't have to fight, but I guess with dream being unlikable, that makes things very hard.

Anyways I'm getting of track, when this person does have a important Calm it's often.. wrong

Ok no, to both of these.

1) she was not the only woman on the server, Jaiden joined the server at the very beginning, so unless I miss an noticed that Jaiden actually used macs pronounces that's a fuckin lie.

You can see Jaiden right there behind Foolish, on the very first day. This isn't hard to confirm, it doesn't even take a second.

I read the tweet and immediately went, nah that's not true I remember Jaiden, And what do you know Jaiden was in fact a member at that time.

(looking at this image gives me so much Nostalgia omg..)

2) she was not the only one being harassed, in fact they literally contradict their own statement with proof bad was receiving hate at the same time

Political lore, as in election season? I mean it must be I can't think of another political Qsmp event that bad was involved it huh crazy but If thats the case then Baghera wasn't the only one receiving hate thats... that's crazy, you're crazy.

Non of the tweets that screenshot are misogynistic, it's just people who believe the dream accusations criticing her attendance to his concert.

Also let me be clear real quick, I am AFAB in fact tmi I haven't even gotten on T, it's difficult to here and I'm afraid of getting hate crimed.

So I understand misgony, I live it, this is not what this is; Criticizing a woman isn't inherently misgony.

When you guys said "Qsmp had a misgony problem," is that what you guys meant, a woman gets hate and it's automatically misgony and not a section of the fandom being toxic..? Ok

#qsmp #qsmp investigation #qsmp discourse

[inactivebooo]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 - NSFW

Well shit. You never thought that your cousin Red would be the one to publicly shame you … but here you are. Red , Annie and Heidi had decreed it , Monday 8am they will ‘delete’ you … you could only guess what that meant . This leaves you with 30 hours to live.

Thinking about it , you don’t have to stay and die like cattle - you could change your name and ride up to Seattle!

“But - I don’t own a motorbike… wait! Here’s an option that I like..” you say aloud to no one in particular, before breaking out into a massive grin.

Somehow you managed to climb up the side of stans house - you knew he was the only one home but.. for dramatics you decided to go in through the window. Plus , you’re essentially a dead girl walking .. you have no time to knock.

“Y/n..? What are you doing in my room?-“

“Shhh.. sorry but I really had to wake you” You climbed onto stans bed and sat in front of him. He quickly sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “See I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you-“ Stan flushes at this - it was so unexpected? “Cause Red says I’ve got to go- you’re my last meal on death row” he stares at you quizzically and goes to question you- “shut your mouth- and lose those tighty whiteys~” you push Stan backward and straddle him. "c'mon! tonight I'm yours, I'm your dead girl walking" Stan, albeit a tad nervous leans forward and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. you break away and tie your hair back, "You know the drill, I'm hot and pissed and on the pill-" you pause for a moment and sit back on Stan's lap. "and you know, its cause you're beautiful .. you say you're numb inside- but I can't agree-!" Stan looks up at you, confusion in his glassy eyes. "so the worlds unfair? Keep it locked out there!" you exclaim before lowering your voice slightly "In here it's beautiful ... let's make this beautiful" with a sudden burst of confidence Stan responds. "that works for me" as he shrugs before tackling you into a steamy kiss. next thing you know there's clothing flying across the room, leaving you both in only underwear. "full steam ahead take this dead girl walking~" "Holy shit" Stan whines out as you tug his boxers down, his hands snake up your back an unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the side of the bed. "awh Stanley.. you're so hard.. for little old me?" you bat your eyelashes at him putting on an innocent front, you grin as his stomach muscles tense. he lets out a low grunt as his fingers dip into the hem of your underwear. "Baby please" he drawls. within a few beats, you've disregarded your underwear. with no hesitation, you slide down onto Stan, a sharp gasp leaving you as he growls "S'good baby.." you still for a moment to allow yourself time to adjust .. Stan is quite girthy after all. testing the waters slightly,, you rock your hips against his.. not expecting it to feel that good. you slap a hand over your mouth to keep your moans in. stan writhes underneath you as his hips buck up to meet yours in a rhymical pattern. you increase your pace, desperate to get off. "y/n- I think you tore my mattress--" Stan calls out in between groans. "get your ass in gear- make this whole town disappear!" "okay!okay!" with that stan grabbed onto your shoulders and flipped the both of you over so that he was leaning over you... pretty soon after stan began to pound you into the mattress, leaving you both whining messes "stan.." "yeah baby?" you lock eyes with him. " slap me. pull my hair--" you grab his hands and run them along your sides "touch me there and there and there!" stan of course abided by this and did as he was told. the room was filled with groans an grunts , a thin layer of sweat covered you both as yu shared such an intimate moment. "st-an~ im so close please" "i know baby i know" each word prompting a harder thrust. it didnt take much longer for an earth shattering orgasm to crash over you. stan felt you pulse around him and almost immediately followed suit, only just pulling out quick enough for the spurts of thick white cum to land on your stomach. shakily he lowered himself down next to you and pulled you into his arms gently. "fuck... so how was that for 'your last meal on death row'?" stan tiredly cracks a smile. "fucking amazing....."

tags - @h3artilly @4xbei77 @onaluvstowrite @carinaryen @heckie-dizzle @kodzuchar @valstarroz

#seventeen #stan marsh smut #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x reader

[surielbonecarver]

In defense of Tamlin

I never really had the chance to like tamlin because the person who recommended acotar to me told me not to get attached to him, so I was riding the tamlin hate train until acowar. After I finished acosf, however, I started to reevaluate how I felt about pretty much all of the characters because I started to realize my feelings about some characters was influenced by semi-spoilers and after I finally caught up on the series I noticed my interpretation of the story was different then what I'd been told.

Once I realized that, I quickly got off the tamlin hate train and am currently (affectionately) riding the Rhys hate train lmao. (Affectionately, because, at the end of the day, I'm a bat boy stan, but I acknowledge that Rhys is kind of a pos too).

Tbh I still don't feel one way or another about tamlin (I'm not into blonds, sry), but it's a little wild to me how many people jump on hating him when objectively (subjectively) he really doesn't do anything. At least, imo he doesn't do anything to warrent all the hate. The hate he gets seems so wildly inflated compared to what he did, imo. Same with Nesta, actually. People treat them like they're the worst villains in fictional history, and???? To me, Nesta is a bully at worst (not to say bullies aren't bad, but people act like Nesta tossed Nyx off Ramiel or something). And Tamlin, most everything he does *from his point of view* makes sense to me. Not to excuse his behavior, but I find myself wondering if I would've done any different.

Like how people jump to defend Rhys for withholding information about Feyre's pregnancy. Tbh, if I were Rhys, I think I might've done the same thing. And when Tamlin joined forces with Hybern to get Feyre back...

Keep in mind that Rhys has played the villain for 500 years. For the last 50 years, he made everyone believe he was willingly working for Amarantha, killing and torturing innocence. (He literally put a severed head in Tamlin's garden in book 1 both to antagonize and warn him). That is the Rhys Tamlin knows. Tamlin has known Rhys as a villain for 500 years, but Feyre has known Rhys for what... 2 years? 3?? And Rhys showed a very different side of himself to Feyre. So Tamlin and Lucien believing that Feyre was kidnapped and mind controlled/manipulated by Rhys when that's what Rhys has been doing for 500 years is valid. When I look at it that way, Tamlin being willing to team up with his enemy to rescue someone (he loves) he believes to be in danger isn't *that* bad. And I probably would've done the same, if I'm being honest. Rhys has definitely done much worse.

Tamlin teamed up with Hybern to rescue Feyre. Feyre destroyed the Spring Court... because Tamlin tried to rescue her???? Rhys has mind controlled people to do things they wouldn't normally do (Feyre has, too), and Tamlin *knows* this. So ofc Tamlin is reasonably confused and concerned when Feyre (who had been riding the Rhys hate train pretty hard), all of a sudden writes him a letter saying "I'm in the night court with Rhysie~ I'm doing just fine so you don't have to come get me~ teehee~ ✨️". Let's also not forget that from Tamlin's pov, he doesn't know that Rhys has been teaching Feyre to read and write, so receiving a letter from "Feyre" was probably highly suspicious.

Tamlin also being over protective and overbearing to Feyre after under the mountain makes sense. *She* was his trauma. He forsaked his land and people to send Feyre back home and to protect her, but she came back and *died*. He lost her, and he doesn't want to go through that again. Obviously, as someone from the outside looking in, I think what he did was wrong. However, if I look at everything that happened from his point of view, he never had any malicious intent and did everything out of a want to protect Feyre. This ended up being a detriment to her mental, physical, and emotional well-being and ultimately drove her away, though.

It's like I sometimes say: sometimes you're not the one that's best equipped to help. Tamlin wanted to help Feyre, but he just wasn't the one. And trying to be the one only made things worse. (That and very poor writing/recons, but that is a different story).

Besides locking her up (seriously, I felt my heart crack a little at that part), I genuinely wonder if I would've done any different. I'd like to think I would've communicated with Feyre better and tried to help her through her trauma, but again that's outside looking in and I don't have 50-500+ years of trauma clouding my judgment.

Tamlin is the type to hope that his trauma will disappear with time (technically, a lot of characters are like this too, but this isn't about them). And going back to what I said about Feyre being Tamlin's trauma (or a very big part of it, at least), you see that's exactly what he did. He ignored the warnings and the triggers and hoped that it would eventually all go away/get better with time. And when you look at it like that, how many of us can really point fingers at him? I know a lot of people who ignore their problems and hope that they'll eventually go away. In that regard, do some people hate tamlin because his red flags are similar to their own, but they just don't want to admit it?

After Feyre dismantles the Spring Court, that's when Tamlin realizes that Feyre wasn't being manipulated by Rhys and that she was with him because she wanted to be. So his feelings turned sour as he felt she'd betrayed him. Which, again, considering Rhys *purposefully* played the villain for 500+ years, that's not a wholly unusual conclusion to come to.

Anyway, tl;dr tamlin ain't so bad

#tamlin #acotar #acotar thoughts #feylin

[artist-issues]

Hello! It's been a while since I was last on your ask inbox. I hope you are doing very well. This is perhaps going to be more of a rant than a regular ask, but I need to say this. I know people are very understandably quite over the topic of TLM 1989 vs TLM 2023 and most would probably prefer to sweep it under a rug. I really can't blame them for letting it go, but given that it's been almost a year since it came out, we could look at it in "retrospect" (I don't think that's quite the right word hehe) and I have to say, the way a lot of its stans continue to talk about this movie like it surpassed the original and even have this slightly disrespectful tone towards it is already very irritating, but one of the things that definitely irritated and even straight-up angered me the most about its reaction was the way they, as a collective, threw OG Eric under the bus in order to prop up the LA version. They literally said that the LA version had deeper feelings and cared far more about Ariel than his original counterpart and the "solid proof" they use to prove this was the Kiss The Girl where in the animated he refused to kiss her whereas in the LA version he was very willing to kiss her and the other scene was where he let Ariel slip down to the ground in the animated whereas in the LA he held her all "protective". They used this as proof that the original was practically a "careless douchebag" compared to the LA one who is the true "romantic and sensitive guy" and that really, really pissed me off, and I know I shouldn't let things like that upset me so much, but it goes to show that none of them ever paid any amount of attention to the original movie. They were practically dragging the original Eric all across the internet for that to prop up the LA version, not taking into account the context of absolutely anything at all. Literally almost nobody viewed him as a douchebag for that and the moment this movie comes along, all of a sudden, he doesn't really care for her and is trash??? They clearly forgot about the "I lost her once. I'm not gonna lose her again" scene, which was excluded in the LA version because he DID give up on looking for her after his mom told him to forget about her because "They can't be together". So much for being such an amazingly caring and romantic guy 🙄 I know you also see through the insane nonsense that is that argument, specially as someone who analyzes classic Disney movies so thoroughly and sees things about them that the average viewer can't see. This seems kind of like a rant, but I saw something related to that and I got so mad. People (outside of the TLM fandom) have always dismissed him as "bland", but this movie seems to have provoked a level of hatred to be thrown at him because they don't find some of his reactions to be "good" and "romantic" enough, but all it shows is how little they actually appreciate and understand the original material. Forgive me for my somewhat long and heavy rant, but I wanted to get it off my chest, and I believe you will understand why this made me so mad even a year later. I'd really like to see your thoughts and feeling on this topic. I certainly let mine be known! 🤣

No, I agree! I have a very dear friend who is also fond of analyzing movies and she, too, loves the Live Action Eric more than the original. And I think people are falling prey to one really subliminal, psychological thing here—we're adults now. And Live Action Eric is handsome, and feels more adult, because he's live-action. So there's this aspect of it that we really weren't feeling or paying attention to on the same level in the animated version: it's basically just his sex appeal. I hate saying it. I hate saying it like that.

But I have to because when you realize that what you're saying is correct—there is NO sense in which Eric in the LA is more caring than the real Eric—then you have to go, "okay, if it's not that, then what is it?"

It's that he has scruff. And a British accent. And a wet-fabric low-cut white shirt on. And then suddenly a movie that was about simple, innocent, young love that you could read about in a fairy tale starts to feel a little more angsty, a little more about passion, a little more like The Vampire Diaries, etc.

I'm not saying they're just preferring the LA Eric carnally. (Sorry.) I'm saying, I think there's a difference between the maturity levels of the romance. Live Action wants you thinking about Eric in terms of adult longing. Animated wants you thinking about Eric in terms of childhood dreams. The problem isn't even that one is more noble than the other (although. yeah.) The problem is that the original movie used the relationship to symbolize an important theme, while the Live Action tries to make the relationship the theme, itself...and then like you said, it backs off on that, because the movie "can't be about a girl giving up her life for a boy," so all that's left is "wanting to date hot seaswept Eric vicariously through Ariel."

When you put something that was animated into Live-Action, it carries this stigma that the Live action will be more relatable and "deep" than the animated version, specifically for adults. So then it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy; the adults just choose to respond to material (like a romance between a prince and a mermaid) that is no deeper than the original as if it is deeper, simply because they went in there believing more in the depth.

That's about as plain as I can make that, I think.

You already covered why Eric is definitely caring in the original perfectly, so I won't go into that. But I do think that what people are missing is how good Disney used to be at making sure a character did what he was supposed to do for the story. Animated Eric's whole thing was that he wasn't going to give up on his Fated Dream Girl. He didn't know it was Ariel, but he wasn't willing to give up on her and jump in this girl he found on the beach's arms until he was sure his dream was all wrong. I think people miss that. I think people see his actions as "he wasn't that into Ariel" instead of "he's a good guy who's 1) nervous about kissing a girl and 2) still thinking about Another Girl he believes rescued him from drowning."

And that's punctuated, like you said, at the end when he realizes his Dream Girl was Ariel all along. And then of course he's sacrificing himself to go after her. He was always willing to. He just didn't know what he didn't know. Remember, Eric isn't Boy Ariel. But he does have this in common with her: he really has faith in something other people don't understand. For him, it's an ideal of true love. For Ariel, it's an ideal of a good world outside the one she lives in. But for both it boils down to love. So you're just seeing Eric act accordingly, until he knows that all along Ariel has been the fulfillment of his ideal.

Anyway. You're super kind, but I don't think I'm able to see things other people can't or even won't in Disney movies. I really think everyone sees them, but not everyone feels the need to verbalize them 😅 I also think what the Live Actions do is basically large-scale gaslighting. By "fixing" things that were not mistakes, and changing major aspects of the story while standing on the shoulders of nostalgia and the original's success, the Live Actions make a meta-commentary on the old movies. So people who loved the original Ariel are like, "oh yeah, good point, that always bothered me," when, no it didn't. Not enough to ruin the story.

Anywho. I missed your asks!

#Asked #answered #live action little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #tlm #little mermaid #Ariel #Prince Eric #halle bailey #eric

[inkscrbbles]

Diner Soup for the Soul

Summary: A look into what would happen if Stanley Pines had just a little extra money in his wallet on that one fateful day. Or, the power of what a good hot meal can do for a motherfucker.

I made one (1) friend in this fandom and all of a sudden I've gotten enabled into writing this whole thing based off a stupid one-off joke. Unfortunately I kindof like it, so now all of you get to read it too. I hope you enjoy what's been hereby dubbed as the 'Soup Au' 🫠

"Take this book, get on a boat and sail as far away as you can! To the edge of the earth!"

Of course. Of fuckin' course. Stan should've known better. What was he expecting? That Ford would actually want to make up? That the two of them could be brothers again? After ten years of radio silence?

Stan always had been the dumb twin. Ain't no doubt about that.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage and shout about exactly where Ford could shove 'hide' his stupid book. He wanted to burn the damn thing. He wanted to get out of here, to leave this stupid creepy house and his stupid, dense, asshole of a brother far behind and never look back.

Except he couldn't. Because he thought it was a good idea to spend his last ten bucks on godamn soup. Because he thought trying to bring Ford a peace offering after all this time would matter. He couldn't leave with Ford's journal even if he wanted to. Not without asking his brother if he could spare him any gas money. Stan had already humiliated himself enough today.

A scraping noise dragged him out of his thoughts. His eyes darted from the journal to his brother, still seated across from him at the table.

Ford remained oblivious to Stan's internal raging. What a surprise. Stan watched as he scraped his little plastic spoon along the sides of the styrofoam cup, as if trying to gather every last drop of soup. He even licked the spoon afterwards, back and front.

The anger burned even hotter in his chest. Why the hell was Ford actin' like that? Like- like he was starving or something? Like he was just as desperate for food as Stan was out on the streets? What right did Ford have to act like that, when he had his research and money and a home?!

What the fuck could make Ford act like this when he had everything he could ever want?

Ford continued to fiddle with the trash once there was nothing left. He stared down at the bottom of his bowl with a pitiful look, like he was wishing for more soup to appear out of thin air. It was getting on Stan's nerves. At this point he must've been staring daggers into his head because Ford soon looked up and caught his eye.

"So," He started, clearing his throat awkwardly. He pushed the empty takeout container away from himself. Fucking finally. "You'll do it, right Stan?"

Stan clenched his jaw hard enough to make his few good teeth ache. He'd never been more pissed in his life. His stupid, dense, asshole brother. Why did Stan have to care about him so much?

"Hell no. Absolutely not."

Ford had the gall to look shocked. In any other circumstances, Stan would've found the startled owl expression funny. As it was, Stan was starting to lose his temper, a feeling that Ford quickly matched.

"No?! What do you mean no?! Stanley, this isn't the time for games, the entire universe is at stake!"

He scowled. "I'm not playin' any games, Stanford, I said no! Are you serious?! Ten years of nothing and now the only reason you've called me up here is to be your errand boy?!"

Ford let out a frustrated growl, reaching up to pull harshly at his hair. "Stanley, are you really going to be that spiteful?! You have no idea what I'm up against! What I've been through!"

"Yeah, no shit!" Stan snapped back. "Cuz you haven't told me anything, you jerk!"

"You aren't listening-!" Ford cut himself off, blinking rapidly. "I...I what?"

Stan glared at him. "Why the fuck were you eating like that?" He demanded.

"W-Why...what?" Ford stammered. Stan had clearly caught him off guard with the sudden change of topic. Good. Ford seemed to grow nervous as he processed the question, squirming under Stan's glare before looking away from him. "Stan, what...what does that have to do with anything? Why does that matter?"

"Stanford." Stan's voice was like steel. He forced himself to resist the growing urge to reach over and shake the answers out of the idiot. "Answer the damn question. Why were you eating like that?"

"Like what, Stanley, I don't even know what you're talking about-"

"Like you haven't eaten in weeks, you knucklehead!" Stan blew up at him, throwing his hands up in the air. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Ford froze in place and his eyebrows slowly scrunched together. The expression was painfully familiar. Stan had seen it whenever anything genuinely stumped his twin and it made him even angrier.

"Is that what this is all about? Stanley, I'm fine, that's really the least of our concerns-"

Stan slammed his hand down on the table to cut him off. There was a sense of vicious satisfaction when Ford jumped at the noise.

"You're right, I don't know what you've been through. But you know what I've been through, Stanford? I've been to prison in three different countries. I had to chew my way out the trunk of a car! And I-" Stan's breath hitched. He curled his hand up into a tight fist. The sting of his fingernails digging into his palm helped him stay grounded. "...I know that look in your eyes. I know what that look means. So I don't give a rat's ass about what you think I should do. If you think I'm leaving you alone when you're like this then you're dead wrong, Sixer."

Ford flinched and hid his hands under the table, his face going paler. That, threw Stan off. Why was he...?

Ford spoke before he could think any further on it. "S-Stan, I...Look, it's not that I don't appreciate the concern but I, I can't ask you to...I don't want...you can't stay. It's not safe."

Stan gave him an unimpressed look and shoved his own half full cup of soup towards Ford. He'd lost his appetite a while ago. "If it's not safe for me, then I doubt it's any safer for you. So no, I'm not leavin'," He insisted before adding, "I couldn't if I wanted to. The Stanleymobile's buried up to her tires in snow out there. And I didn't get much sleep on the drive up here so I'd probably fall asleep at the wheel anyways."

Logic always seemed to get through to Ford, when all else failed. And Stan was good enough at stretching the truth that he hopefully didn't need to mention the money thing.

It didn't stop Ford from looking so completely miserable though. If Stan had the energy, he'd probably feel bad. Whatever was going on had obviously screwed him up enough that he was scared of his own shadow. But Stan was stubborn and exhausted and that was all the more reason for him to not back down. Eventually Ford realized it too. He slumped in defeat, shakily picking up his spoon.

"A-Alright...alright.." He mumbled, rubbing at his eye.

The two of them sat in kitchen, neither bothering to make any further conversation. The silence was only broken by Ford, as he ate and finished off the rest of the soup.

#gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #soup au