#(in Normal Man Voice) 'hello mario.'

[tazzertopia]

phantom troupe negative traits/habits hcs

*i’m aware that being thieves and murderers are already pretty negative traits but this is more related to their personality 😊😊😊

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chrollo

-unintentionally can sound super sarcastic and condescending

-like if he’s explaining something the cadence of his voice might sound like he’s mocking you, when in reality he just sounds like that

-if you’re in a pissy mood and he’ll ask what’s wrong it kinda sounds sarcastic ?????

-he’ll see you crying and be like:

“are you okay? what’s up?”

and you’ll kinda just be like 🤨🤨🤨 i’m literally crying ???????? what do you MEAN “what’s up?”

-he’ll apologise for sounding sarcastic but he was genuinely asking

-the troupe knows that’s just how he sounds but anyone who doesn’t know him that well just thinks he’s being a prick

shalnark

-literally has zero social awareness

-considering he sees other people as toys, he doesn’t give a single fuck about randos in public

-he’s the type to have a loud conversation on speakerphone on a busy, crowded train filled to the brim with tired people who just got off their 9-5 and want to go home 💔

“hello? yeah, of course i can talk! so today i was-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP”

“…..anyways so-“

-is always confused as to why people are glaring at him but like i said, he really couldn’t give one

-he also probably sees someone who’s about to doze off or looks visibly irritated and will make it his mission to piss them off as much as possible and strike up a conversation with them

phinks

-extremely sore loser

-if you’re playing a game with him (like mario kart) and he’s about to lose, he will walk away right then and there and quit

-will claim the game is rigged and that’s why he was about to lose (if he wins, he will rub it in and tell you to just improve at the game)

-the troupe audibly groans whenever he asks to join in when they play video games

-one time he unplugged the tv when he lost a game against feitan and shalnark (if he doesn’t win, NOBODY gets to win)

-will claim the other person cheated if he loses

“COME ON!! SHALNARK PROBABLY HACKED THE GAME OR SOMETHING, MAKING ME LOSE!”

“…have you ever considered that maybe you just suck at the game?”

*throws remote at tv*

-just let him win if you want to have a easy breezy life

uvogin

-absolutely zero volume control

-he’s loud in public, but he’s completely unaware how loud he’s being

-this also makes him the worst person to tell secrets to

*pspspspswhisperwhisperwhisper*

“YOU THINK HIS HAIRLINE LOOKS LIKE THE MCDONALDS SYMBOL?”

everyone is staring. the man with the weird hairline you tried to whisper to uvo about is staring. you are extremely embarrassed. you want the ground to swallow you whole.

-to add insult to injury, he also points.

-because of this, it’s super easy to tell when he’s talking about you because he will yell AND point

-he doesn’t gaf who hears

shizuku

-the most brutally honest person you’ll ever meet

-doesn’t sugarcoat anything

-it’s not like she wants to hurt your feelings, but she just doesn’t see the point in beating around the bush or lying

-if she thinks you look fat in something, she’ll tell you. if she thinks you don’t suit a certain colour, she’ll tell you. if she thinks your cooking tastes like actual dookie left out to cook in the desert sun, she will not hesitate to tell you.

-she also will not apologise if she hurts your feelings

-“why do i need to apologise for being honest?”

-she is winning the idgaf war 100%

-will probably forget what she said as well, which makes it worse

feitan

-rather than ask to borrow something of yours like a normal person, he will steal it and then proceed to gaslight you when you confront him about it

-makes sense for him due to his ‘thieves take what they want’ mentality

-will have you convinced that your memory is patchy

“feitan where the fuck are are my scissors?”

“beats me.”

“i know you took them.”

“did not.”

“they were on the counter like five minutes ago and you’re the only one in here”

“no they weren’t.”

-this will carry on until you admit you were wrong for accusing him, or you just drop it

-occasionally he will start drama with the other troupe members by stealing their shit (usually phinks) and making it seem like someone else did it

nobunaga

-quite possibly the most indecisive man you’ll ever meet

-you’d much rather prefer to get sentenced to eternal torture at guantanamo bay than have to ask nobunaga what restaurant he wants to go to later tonight

-“my mind will be made up by tonight, i swear!”

-it wasn’t.

-he’s one of those annoying indecisive people who will insist that you choose, but will get mad if you don’t choose the option he secretly sorta preferred

“i can’t decide between place a or b, you choose!”

“place b”

“really? place a looks much more classy”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK PLACE A?!”

-you’re convinced he’s only acting like this to piss you off, but he’s just like that

-in the end, you have to force him to flip a coin or else he wouldn’t get anywhere decision-wise

pakunoda

-she often gets lost in thought and zones out, which results in her unintentionally staring at people for a little too long

-because of her stern resting face (or rbf), it usually comes across as her glaring at you, which feels a lil uneasy, especially if you’re not close with her

-she will apologise profusely when she comes to, but before she does she will just be looking at you like

👁️_👁️

-as well as this, she will sometimes try and touch you to purposefully see your memories if she’s a bit suspicious of you for whatever reason

-if she thinks you’re lying about something for example, she will intrude your thoughts

-she’s not a particularly touchy-feely person so it’s quite amusing to see her try and touch you for seemingly no reason out of the blue

-a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do 🤷‍♀️

machi

-despite being one of the more upfront and mature members of the troupe, she’s also the worst one for holding grudges

-like she will hold a grudge for literal ages

-there are many she’s had for so long that she can’t even remember why she was mad in the first place

-at this point it’s more about keeping a streak than actually being mad

-best case scenario is that she forgets about it altogether or else best believe she will NOT be forgiving you. ever.

-she’s still pissed at the old guy who stepped on her toes by accident two years ago. and the waiter who tripped and dropped the tray on her eight months ago. or the questionable comment hisoka made last week.

-talks about getting vengeance on those she holds grudges against but can’t even remember who they are or what they did

“i swear i will find them, wherever they are, so they will get what’s coming to them.”

“that’s nice and all, but WHO are they and what did they do?”

“….. it’ll come to me soon hold on..”

-feels incomplete without holding a grudge against someone

franklin

-his big ass does NOT look where he’s walking and will bump into anything and anyone

-don’t expect him to apologise tho

-“apologise? maybe you should watch where you’re going.”

-don’t even try to fight him on this

-doesn’t see it as his duty to move out the way, but the duty of those around him

-the absolute NERVE

-the only reason why no one confronts him about it is because he’s tall and big as hell

-don’t die for getting bumped into

bonolenov

-one thing about him is that when he’s mad, he’ll give people the SILENT treatment

-heavy on silent

-could go for centuries if he wanted to

-and trust he’s a pro at keeping it up

-he doesn’t gaf if you’re in danger, he’ll keep on giving you the cold shoulder

-he won’t stop because he feels bad, but because he just can’t be bothered to keep ignoring you

-he will randomly just start talking to you again one day and will act confused if you question why he’s taking to you again after so long

-he won’t apologise for it tho 💯

kortopi

-his minuscule ass is always stepping on everyone’s trotters

-honestly sometimes he does it out of spite and will give look at you like 👁️ if you confront him

-there’s not much to say about him except he will sometimes accidentally sometimes not step on your feet

i fear i’m missing more members but irdgaf rn so enjoy !!!!! also these are fun to write to pls pls pls give me suggestions xoxoxo

#hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom troupe #hxh2011 #hxh imagines #hxh chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #shalnark #phinks #uvogin #shizuku murasaki #feitan #nobunaga hxh #pakunoda #machi komacine #bonolenov #kortopi #phantom troupe imagines #hxh x y/n #imagines #hxh fanfic #my corneas are burning so enjoy

[schrodingers-tits]

What's ur review on four (hint mpreg!HarryStyles) 🤗

idk sage what’s your opinion on it 😘

"Alright…." Dave now looked uncomfortable.  "D'you mind if I hook you up to a machine for a few moments?"  Harry nodded, and let the man set him up, making him lie on his back, facing the ceiling.  +

          "Um, Dave?"  The doctor made a sound of acknowledgment, and smiled.  "This a…. This is an ultra-sound machine.  For when women are pregnant?"  Harry felt a shiver at the words. 

          "Yes, I know." 

          "Then why are you hooking me up to it?" 

          "You'll figure it out."  Dave grinned, and then took out a bottle of light purple goo.  "This is gonna be cold, alright?" 

          "Um…." was all Harry could get out.  He lifted his shirt, closed his eyes and let Dave rub it gently onto his stomach.  He was confused.  Why was Dave hooking him up to…. that machine?  What made him get the idea that Harry needed to be X-rayed on his stomach?  It didn't add up.  Harrys thoughts once again drifted to Louis, but this time, it was telling him too look at his phone.  He pulled it out, and saw a call from the man himself.  He told Dave to be quiet -please and thanks- and answered it as normal as possible.  "Hello?"  He said, smiling. 

          "Hey, Harry, its Louis." 

          "I know- I saw the caller ID dummy," Harry teased, grinning. 

          Louis laughed, and snickered, but then his voice turned serious.  "Um, could we talk in a bit?" 

          "Yeah, what time?"  Harry asked. 

          "How's half an hour?  At Carters Hill?" 

          "Yeah, see you then."  Harry hung up, delighted Louis had called him. 

          "Was that your boyfriend?"  Dave teased, grinning, and flashing dimples.  He looked startlingly like Mario Lopez, but his hair was slightly more peppered with grey, and his eyes were blue. 

          "I wish.  He's the uh…. guy I like," Harry blushed. 

          "Alright."  Dave nodded, and smiled.  Then he put a scope to Harry's stomach, moved it around on his abdomen, and showed him the screen.  "See this little thing?" 

          "Y-yes," Harry was nervous again.  He wasn't sure he wanted to be on this roller-coaster.  "I s-see it."  He didn't really want to know if his assumption was right.  What if he was right?  With if he was wrong?  But then, if his assumption was wrong, why was he strapped to-

          "Well, this little squiggly shape," Dave smiled at him, and pointed.  "Is your baby."

          There was shock.  He was shocked to the point he had to lay down more to process what had happened.  Harry felt almost sick. 

          "Th-thats n-ot r-right," he stammered.  "B-boys d-d-don't g-get preg-gnant," he said, choking on his words. 

          "No, but you were born in 1994, right?"  Harry nodded, tears threatening.  "Well that year, five hundred wemon who were carrying male children that year got injected with female hormones.  You, were one of them.  Its right here, actually.  And you're the only one whose been reported a sucess in the experament."  Dave wrote something down. 

          Harry felt as if he were about to throw up, cry and smile at the same time.  It was very overwhelming, knowing what was unfolding in his life.  He had another three months to go before school was over so space was not an issue, but he was seventeen and a half.  How was he going to manage this?  A child and a life to unfurl?  It might be to much for him to handle.  And surely, his mum and sister would be disgusted at him.  Surely, they'd kick him out of the house as soon as he told them.  And surely Louis would never want to talk to him ever again.  Sure they weren't exactly best mates, but he still liked talking to Louis and such things.  Harry wondered briefly if Louis even remembered that night.  Harry hadn't remembered a good part of it, and Louis was even drunker thank he had been.  He'd probably woken up and felt sore, assumed someone had wanted to fight him or something dumb.  But then, Harry thought, if he won't except his own child, then he never was going to be much of a father anyways, right?  At this, Harry felt that he'd won the lottery.  He was lucky enough to be having a child.  This was his baby.  He was lucky enough to be the only male who'd reacted to the DNA of a female, and now because of Louis, he was being graced with his own little baby.  And even if Louis didn't want to be a part of their childs life…. Harry was still going to be a good parent.  No matter what happened.  He didn't even realize that he was crying until Dave pointed it out to him, and asked him why he was crying. 

          Because I'm having a baby of my own, and its Louis's and mine and no one elses, and I already love our baby!  "B-because I feel happy."  He choked up again. 

          "Harry?"  Dave asked gently.  "Are you alright?"  He laid a hand on his arm, and smiled kindly. 

#answerings from the void

[nanowired-lover]

Alright, I should be working but I need to make a list of my comfort characters so my brain actually leave me alone, so ignore me for a sec /hj

They are in no particular order, just mostly the first that comes to my mind actually :

Lupin III (he's the whole show, he has ADHD and he got assigned to me for the past 3 months by friends so I grew attached as fuck to him !) - Lupin III

Quirrel (my main guy, I... love him. So much. Lowkey cried when my gf gave me a plushie of him. Probably gonna tatoo his sword on me) - Hollow Knight

The Conductor (I. Don't know. He's a bird. He's a grandpa. He's so angry and the whole fandom made him lowkey tragic. He's gay and homophobic. I want to squeeze him and never let go. I missed the last sale of his plushie. I'm still mad about it) - A Hat in Time

Ramsey Murdoch (just like me fr honestly. But funnier. I missed his plushie too and I'm soooo fucking normal about it. Also lowkey want a hug from him weirdly ???) - Epithet Erased

DJ Subatomic Supernova (THEIR WHOLE AESTHETIC WAS MADE FOR ME BABYYYYYYYY I got fucking space assigned at gender (it makes sense to me) and they're a DJ ??? HELLO ???? Oh and a douche with a wonderful voice acting + a veteran cyborg husband. damn.) - No Straight Road

Emmet (the fucking first time i used the sentence "im kinning him fr" and one of the character that got me even MORE questionning my autism. His brother is very close in my heart too but hey.) - Pokemon

Zacharie (ZACHARIIIIIIIIIIIE BROOOOOOOOOOOO I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN WHY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. HE WAS MY QUIRREL BEFORE QUIRREL. BRO GOT MORE IMPACT ON ME THAN UNDERTALE) - OFF game

RGB (i don't talk about him ever but... yeah. mofo shaped me. I cosplayed him when I was still presenting as fem, i should re-do it now) - The Property of Hate (GO READ IT I SWEAR TO GOD)

Antasma & Dreambert (it was mostly Antasma for a while as a kid (i had a PROBLEM with him) but now that i grew up, Dreambert became so skrunkly to me) - Mario&Luigi : Dream Team Bros

Honorable mentions :

DJ Octavio (was a comfort character as a kid and now it calmed down ? I just really like him) - Splatoon

Aegislash (not a character but my favorite pokemon ever i don't even know why) - Pokemon

Giovanni Potage (mix Ramsey and Lupin and you have this motherfucker and I'm just starting to look like a 5ft version of him actually. He's so. stupid.) - Epithet Erased

Wally Darling (He's so silly to me and the first time me and my gf got to theorize together and I love him a lot. I'm just lowkey scared of the fandom but this lil man is soooo dear to me...) - Welcome Home

Asmadeus/Faust Note (did you know that the movie Amadeus got me insane ? Did you know that I also deeply love Beethoven ? That one of my biggest regret is never succeeding having enough patience to learn piano ? Yeah... oh and anger issues) - Luigi's Mansion 3

#nano.txt #turbo save #im making mostly this list for myself

[akiren-kurosu]

Random Updates

So about a day after I posted Marukis mod on here I wasn’t feeling too great like worse then usual plus some stressful events happening and only started feeling better just a few days ago. I didn’t really get to do too much during that time either modding or gaming but I did play some Three Hopes and i’m not too far but i’m enjoying it and hope to play some more soon, maybe later today, will see as I have a lot of modding plans as well so I’ll probably try to find a good balance of both. I do feel slightly off as I got woken up really early and normally I am up early lately like 4-6AM but haven’t really had as much sleep as I wanted but here I am anyways >.>

I finished making Marukis voice mod a couple days ago and some stuff i’m quite happy with and other things i’m disappointed I couldn’t do like Dr Mario doesn’t have any taunt lines so that limits the amount of quotes I can really give him, he also only has so many grunts and everything since he isn’t a playable character but I managed to make it work. The only thing I hope to do one day is learn how to adjust the camera for him on the victory screen as it pans a lot lower due to it’s aiming at where Dr Mario would be standing but Maruki is much taller. I’m still happy with the mod overall.

Before I worked on Marukis voice mod just to get into the swing of things again, I worked on one of my friends(Dusk) KH mods voices just for some personal touches and one with improves as they agree with that as well. The first one was Winnie the Pooh just changing a couple of lines to some meme ones from KH2 for when he appears and wins (Hello Somebody I-don’t-know) and (Oh bother, what’s this, who is everyone?) he thought it was funny too. I also remade the Ventus mod voice completely as the original person who made it from him only shifted soras pitch of his voice and just threw in a couple voice lines. I know Dusk wasn’t too happy with the final result of the voice either but adding in proper BBS lines made things better and more accurate which is nice. I went through other KH characters and they all sounded good. The last one I worked on was Master Xehanorts voice where I gave him Leonard Nimoys voice in Birth By Sleep and a couple lines from Dream Drop Distance and i’m really happy with the final results of that, Dusk enjoyed it a lot too. There was nothing wrong with the original voice for their mod just was a different VA.

Today I plan to update a lot of my mods since i’ve been behind on that and I just have a folder stockpiled with stuff so I should probably do that before I start anymore model imports (about a month or 2 worth of mods). I plan to also update Blender and the Smash exo tool so that will be interesting and I really hope no issues show up with that. Thinking about it now I have to go through all my plugins on blender and update those too probably so fun >.> After that though my plans for model imports goes as this. First to get the hang of things again plus more familiar with the latest Blender is looking into giving Master Xehanort his armor over Sephiroths wing which I haven’t done before but i’ve seen other mods do that like Jin and Vergil. After Xehanort i’ll finally start Josuke as i’ve really been looking forward to seeing him in Smash plus on why I want to make him as well. I’ve also been in a Battle Network mood since the announcement a bit ago so I might make Megaman.EXE over Corrin after Josuke since I could include the sword and buster plus maybe incorporate the mask with expressions or by replacing parts of Corrins dragon form, will see how it goes. Ever since Maruki i’ve been looking into more custom renders and stock icons so that will be fun to try out. A few other mods i’m trying to find time to start as well are these:

-Zagreus over Dark Pit (I got a custom model and custom weapons although I need to make my own bow and shield but I got ideas on that)

-Black Cat(Marvels Spider-Man) over Sheik(I think ZSS works better but due to no space from other ideas, Sheik works too, also she was the first mod I was ever trying to make so I would really like to make her)

-Tifa (FF7R) over Terry as 2 mods exist for her over Terry but I really want her in that outfit as it’s my favorite design, one custom model of her looks really good but it’s based off of her classic look which is still cool (there is also one mod of her in the remake outfit but it has some issues with the hair and textures plus I want to make a custom render as well so I hope that goes well, i’m confident since I made Law from Tales of Arise already over Terry so I got experience with Terry mods)

-Shinji and Kaworu + Toji over Pyra & Mythra and Toji being Rex(they’ll wield their Eva lances, still debating which outfits to go with, Eva-13 is tempting, Classic plugsuits too and even their casual outfits, one day I can make them all though once Arc the Smash modding plugin updates in the future as I know that is the next update for it but it could take months or even the rest of the year before that’s even released, maybe longer going off of what the devs said)

-Dimitri Time Skip over Byleth (There is 2 Dimitri mods for his Time Skip design in Three Houses and one is over Ike but he looks too pale and I really like the concept better over Byleth, There is a Byleth version but it doesn’t have hand rigging, the skin tone has issues again and the hair is the new game plus hair but I prefer the other hairstyle but still like both(although Three Hopes I like his design a lot too), one day i’ll make Dimitri alts for favoritism lol

-Roll.EXE over Dark Pit (I actually already made her over Pit with a fan model that looked really good but like 2 weeks after I finished her, her official XDiVE model was posted online plus I want to have her on Dark Pit due to space reasons (blame an idea I got for Zoro from One Piece)

Oh and I can’t forget making Yoshikage Kira eventually, i’ll see how Josuke goes before making him, I got some good ideas whenever I get to him either it being not long after Josuke or eventually after I finish some other characters i’ve been really wanting for a long time in Smash. Xehanort and Josuke are my top prioritys plus maybe finding time to look at Zhonglis wing, I would love to put his Archon outfit there but no released model that I can find but I really want to fix the wing as my other friend Cybertron had issues with it at the time.

#Text #Updates

[kirigaya-art]

No more of this "hey little sis" "what's up bro" nonsense when writing siblings.

My brother and i greet each other by saying monotonously, "Hello Mario."

#if you havent seen the video we reference its so fucking funny #(in ridiculous italian accent) 'heres my brother luigi! hes about to serve you a whole heapin pile of informashione!' #(in Normal Man Voice) 'hello mario.' #kiri talks

[bratkook]

not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series...mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least. 

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option. 

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight. 

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about. 

Jungkook can only hum in question, eyes squinting in the low light as he attempts to find the him you’re talking about. With a slight turn of your head, you’re inches from Jungkook’s cheek, the obvious look of confusion etched onto his soft features letting you know he was absolutely lost. With a soft huff your fingers are gripping his cheeks and moving his face in the right direction, free hand pointing as discreetly as you could to the man in question. 

You know he spots him, you can feel his jaw tense underneath your grip. What you don’t feel is the sudden guilt that fills him up, sloshing in his stomach and mixing with the liquor he just drank until he feels a little queasy. Jungkook instantly regrets coaxing you out of your little dungeon with the promise of cheering you up. If he had known the spawn of satan–dubbed your ex boyfriend and also the reason why you were in a downward spiral–would be here, he would have just let you rot in your bed like you originally wanted. 

“Do you wanna go?” he mutters out, cheeks still squished by your slowly tightening grip, and he begins to accept the fact that you might just break his jaw right now. It’s fine, he thinks, he deserves it. 

“No,” you grunt stubbornly, fingers finally releasing him as you turn back around and choose to face the endless amount of bottles behind the bar. He may be the reason you were currently on a never ending cycle of watching sad, heartbreaking chick-flicks from the early 2000’s, dumping you with the lame excuse that you two were on different paths and he just wasn’t ready for commitment. It’s something you accepted, albeit jaw tense and eye twitching as you did so, but you figured you would eventually find your way back to each other. 

Your mind was warped, believing you were meant to be, that this was just a mere bump in the road that you would laugh at together in the future. 

That is, until he blocked you on all social media, and you had to hear from your best friend that he had moved on days later and was now with some blonde-haired, fresh faced, supermodel-esque woman that you could not get yourself to hate. Instead you took to endlessly scrolling through her instagram while you stuffed your face with milk chocolate and questioned why you had ever convinced yourself that you had a future with him. 

“Good, he’s a dick and you shouldn’t let him ruin your night.” Jungkook grumbles, slinging his arm around you as you hold your forgotten drink by your lips. He had seen your relationship with Hajoon play out from the very beginning, knowing slightly more intimate details than he would like considering you were next door neighbors and happened to share a wall between your bedrooms. 

The friendship you had with Jungkook blossomed right after you moved in four years ago, friendly neighborly talks morphing into actual conversations, and eventually inviting each other into your apartments where you would attempt to beat him at any game you had in your Nintendo switch. It was a great dynamic, providing the two of you with a sense of relief after your busy days at work. 

Unfortunately, the second you got with Hajoon was the end of any of those playful matches, your ex’s jealousy making you distance yourself in an attempt to keep your relationship at bay. 

Jungkook can’t say he didn’t see it coming, having heard the way you’d cry anytime you had an argument and your ex would leave, slamming the door behind him so hard Jungkook’s walls would rattle. It had become such a common occurence it was a shock he hadn’t marched out of his house, met Hajoon in the hall, and gave him a clean right hook in your honor. 

He was secretly hoping you’d break up with the jerk for your own good–and maybe for his own personal reasons too. Your ex was right in being wary of Jungkook, knowing the way a boy's mind worked, sensing Jungkook’s feelings for you in a way you were too blind to see. Jungkook wasn’t a dick though, he could tell you wanted your relationship to work so he kept his distance. 

When weeks went by without the sight of him he began to think you finally did it, a call for celebration that made him want to go over to your place to challenge you for a friendly match of Mario Kart like you used to. 

Until he ran into you in the hall and took note of what a mess you were, his smile falling from his face when he saw how defeated you looked. 

Your shameful confirmation that you had been royally dumped made his heart twist for you, his selfless tendencies urging him to help you feel better in any way he could. You were thankful for it, grateful that he was keeping you company while you moped around, providing you with just the right amount of distraction to allow you to breathe and slowly heal. 

Honestly, today would have been just another day if it wasn’t what was supposed to be your two year anniversary. The second Jungkook heard the telltale sounds of The Notebook starting up in your bedroom—something he hadn’t heard through the drywall separating your rooms in weeks—is when he knew something was up. 

Jump to: now. 

With Jungkook looking sheepish and wishing he had chosen another bar, and you gripping the cup so hard it was a shock it hadn’t shattered in your grasp. 

“He’s with her,” you whisper out harshly, head downcast, swirling the liquid around in your glass as you force yourself not to look back at them. The vision of them coddled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around his while she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear had stung enough the first time, you weren’t jealous but the pain still lingered inside of you.. 

“Just try to ignore him. Don’t let it bother you,” he attempts to reassure you, the bass of the music muffling the way you try to deny the fact that you’re clearly upset, his attention now elsewhere. 

Jungkook takes a chance and looks back once more, eyes narrowed as he searches for Hajoon in the crowd. He spots him with more ease the second time, seeing the way he lazily drinks from his glass while the blonde rests her head on his shoulder, lips moving as she tells him something that makes him smile. 

“Oh shit,” Jungkook chokes, eyes widening slightly in shock when Hajoon meets his gaze. He’s been caught, too late for him to avert his eyes and pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring. He can only give him a tight-lipped smile that he hopes doesn’t come across as an invitation to come say hello. 

“What?” you question, turning to stare at Jungkook and seeing the look on his face, doe eyes swirling with a mix of emotions. 

“He saw me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, lips barely moving as he does so, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. 

“What?” you repeat harshly, setting the drink back down as your palms grow clammy, finger tugging at your shirt’s neckline when the air becomes thick and stuffy. 

“Oh fuck, he’s coming.” Jungkook throws back the remainder of his drink, grimacing at the burn lingering in the back of his throat before placing the cup down. “Just follow along,” he whispers into your ear, standing tall as Hajoon approaches the two of you. 

He’s ballsy, Jungkook will give him that, more so when he completely ignores Jungkook in favor of calling out your name. 

“Y/N, oh my god is that you?”

Jungkook can’t stop the way he glares at the bastard, not even the small jab to his side that you deliver with your elbow is enough to wipe the look off his face. Still, you pause to breathe, shutting your eyes briefly before plastering a look of surprise on your features as you turn around to face him. 

“Hajoon, what are you doing here?” Your voice has risen a few octaves, pitch surpassing the normal customer service voice and entering unhinged and borderline crazed territory. Hajoon doesn’t notice though, and neither does the girl strapped to his side, the two of them smiling at you and not giving Jungkook a glance. 

“Oh, we’re just celebrating our four month anniversary.” The girl finally speaks up, giving Hajoon a kiss to the cheek and completely missing the way your face instantly falls. Her innocent statement has you coming to the sudden realization that this son of a bitch had been cheating on you for the last two months of your relationship. 

Jungkoon spots it easily though, can sense the way your body tenses up beside him, no doubt will the rage flare up in the form of hot tears spilling over and onto your cheeks soon. One look at Hajoon’s pleased face is enough to not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way he affects you. 

“Young love,” Jungkook sighs, long arm pulling you into his side obnoxiously, seeing the way Hajoon eyes the two of you carefully. “I can relate. We’ve been together for...what is it again babe, five months?”

Hajoon doesn’t even attempt to be discreet, eyes bulging out and fist curling at his side. He had hated Jungkook the second he met him, intimidated by his physique and the way he made you laugh with ease, threatened by him in every sense. It was the reason he told you to cut ties with him, his fragile ego not trusting your neighbor, fully convinced all Jungkook would have to do was beckon you over for you to leave him. 

Any man would feel threatened by him, just looking at him now with his long hair framing his face, the challenging glimmer in his eyes as he gauges the other’s reaction. Hajoon follows Jungkook’s arm, seeing how it snakes around your body and settles with his palms curling around your waist, fingers gently squeezing your skin. 

Jungkook chuckles when Hajoon meets his gaze once more, free hand adjusting the yellow tinted sunglasses perched on his head—something that should make him look like an A class douchebag, because who the hell brings shades to a fucking club. But like all things, Jungkook makes it work. 

All of this tied in with that small, white lie, makes Hajoon’s head spin in a jealous whirlwind. It was fine and dandy if he cheated on you but how dare you give him the same treatment, with your neighbor of all people. 

“Five months?” He bites first, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you. 

The insecurity is written all over his face, it almost makes him shrink in size and for some reason it fills you with confidence. You stand taller now, sliding your own arm around Jungkook’s side as you nuzzle into him. 

“Almost six.” Those two words are the nails into his coffin of insecurity, probably increasing his trust issues for years to come, but considering it was no longer your problem, you don’t care. 

“Wow, almost half a year. That’s so cute, isn’t it?” His girlfriend coos, perfectly manicured hand placed over her chest, totally missing the way Hajoon looks like a kicked puppy. 

Now that he doesn’t have the one up, he’s no longer interested in sticking around, the gross green monster perched on his shoulder laughing at his misfortune. 

“Adorable,” he grunts out. “We should get back to our table. It was nice seeing you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before walking away, his girlfriend giving you a small wave before following behind him. The growing distance between you makes your muscles relax, sagging in relief as you release Jungkook’s side and hunch over the sticky bar. 

“I think I'm gonna puke,” you groan out, eyes going crossed when you feel Jungkook rest two fingers against your lips, sending him a questionable stare. 

“Please don’t, that drink was expensive. You’re only allowed to hurl as the grand finale of the night, and we’re just getting started.”

Jungkook smiles when you shut your eyes and groan, your mood was already down in the dumps, and despite the small rush you got from putting Hajoon in his place, you were still craving the comfort of your bed. “Can we go?”

The bartender proceeds to place a glass of water in front of you, assuming your slumped state was due to intoxication and not the gross remnants of running into an ex-boyfriend. You grab the glass regardless, taking a big gulp of the cool liquid and sighing when it helps calm you down. 

“If you really want to go we can, but at least try to loosen up.” His smile is genuine, cheeks pushed out as he looks down at you with kind eyes. “We’ll stay on the opposite side, and if you’d still rather watch the Notebook for the millionth time, we can do that.”

With a half-hearted groan you nod, allowing Jungkook to order another round of drinks for you to enjoy before eventually dragging you out onto the dance floor. He knows how to keep the atmosphere up, goofy smile on his lips as he bobs his head along to the loud beat, hands clasped with yours and wiggling in time to the music. 

“You love this song,” he manages to say through the noise, pulling you closer as he settles into a spot on the decently packed floor. You couldn’t even deny it, he heard just how often you played it through the paper thin walls. That playlist full of hit 2000’s songs was your guilty pleasure, and it was the main reason he had decided to bring you to this club on their themed night. 

Jungkook was attentive, he knew so much about you and played it off casually, always listening to things you say you enjoy, storing them into a folder labeled under your name and shoved into a very important part of his brain. 

You knew he was trying his best to get you to enjoy yourself, so you give in, beginning to sing along to the lyrics of an old song that brought back a flood of memories that made you smile back at him. Jungkook feels the first burst of success bloom inside him, joining in with your singing, raising up your clasped hands as you begin dancing. 

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he stares down at you, the few drinks you’ve had loosening you up and allowing you to push the earlier thoughts away. He feels mesmerized, eyes locked onto you, the flash of colors painting your skin, illuminating you in alternating shades of purple and blue. His heart does that annoying thing where it skips and stutters in his chest, mouth drying up as you drop your head back and sway your hips, slowly loosening the grip in your hands and turning around until your back is dangerously close to his chest.

Jungkook’s hands hover in the air for a moment, panic over taking his brain as he tries to remain calm. He could do this—he has done this before—the two of you would go clubbing before you got with your ex, and dancing definitely played a big part of it. So why was his brain short circuiting?

Sure your ass was brushing up against his crotch with each sway of your hips, but you were dancing, so his mind and his dick could fuck right off. He shakes his head to clear any dirty thoughts as his hands loosely grip your hips, testing the water, and when you smile and look back at him he feels less wary and sways his hips in time with yours. 

You can feel his chest brush against your back, breath fanning along your skin from his close proximity, only getting closer when you lift an arm back and hold his shoulder to pull him tighter against you. The heat sticks to your skin, thin shirt dampening with sweat from the warmth of the bodies around you, everyone in their own state of drunkenness as the bass flowed through their chests. 

Going out like this had been something you missed, used to frequenting the bars and clubs by your apartment with your friends and Jungkook, something that came to a halt because your ex claimed he hated that kind of scene. Something that was clearly a lie considering he was here now, enjoying himself as him and his new girlfriend danced along. 

You didn’t realize when he made his way onto the dance floor, enough distance separating you, but now that you had spotted him you feel like he’s way too close for comfort. In a similar position to you and Jungkook, Hajoon is free to look around while his girlfriend dances on him, eyes locked onto you with a smirk that makes your skin crawl. 

Jungkook is too lost in the music to notice where your attention has gone, earlier effects of the alcohol settling into his bloodstream, warming him up in that familiar way he welcomes. When the song changes, flowing into the next bass heavy anthem, you turn around in his grasp, giving him a brief glance before your hands are gripping his cheeks and bringing him down into a messy kiss. 

This is definitely something he’s never done with you before.

A muffled sound of confusion is swallowed by you as he quickly falls into the motion, large palms gripping your hips, slowly sliding up your back before lightly tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Jungkook can taste the liquor on your tongue, mixing with his own as your tongue slips between his lips. He has no idea what came over you but his racing heart and buried crush don’t let him question it, soft lips smacking with yours, not heard between the thrumming music. 

Your fingers feel the warmth of his cheeks, how he blushes into the kiss but you attribute it to the alcohol pumping through him. Harsh breaths fan across your face as he groans, lightly pulling back for a gasp of air but you don’t allow it. “No, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

And who is he to argue with that, blindly letting you bring your lips back together in a messy kiss. Your small pleas for him to continue has all the blood rushing to his cock, the ache felt in his jeans when it starts to harden, pressing into the denim uncomfortably and only getting worse when you gently bite down onto his lip before inching back. 

“Is he still looking?” you question, breath jagged as you peer up at Jungkook’s dazed expression. 

“What?” he dumbly replies, lips swollen and shiny, eyes still focused on your own as he makes an attempt to reconnect your lips. But then your question dawns on him, like a bucket of ice cold water, it sobers him up instantly. Is he still looking?

This was all for show. 

“He’s on the far right.” You motion your head in the direction and observe his face when his eyes move over to check if Hajoon was in fact still there. He does spot him heading out in a hurry though, girlfriend trailing behind him as he exits the club entirely

“No, just saw him leave.” Jungkook clears his throat, fingers slipping out of your hair and settling down over your back just like before. He hopes his solemn expression isn’t amplified by the lights flashing across his face, trying his best to act unaffected, as if he didn’t just pop a boner on the dance floor over a revenge make-out session. 

Luckily you don’t spot his fallen expression, a wide smile spreading across your face in victory, happy that you had successfully put him in his place. 

“I’m so sorry for kissing you.” You gasp in realization, unknowingly pouring salt in the wound when you act as if kissing him was something you would never do if it wasn’t in an attempt to piss off your ex. 

“No, it’s okay,” he waves off and smiles, eyes glancing over to the bar once more. Jungkook needed a drink, maybe five—actually he wouldn’t mind going home and watching The Notebook now, that would surely give him a reason to cry with no questions asked. 

He starts to walk back to the bar with you by his side, the sad look you had earlier entirely gone, replaced with a giddy smile and a pep in your step, so he can’t say he's too upset. 

“God, you should’ve seen how mad he looked when he saw us dancing together,” you giggle, standing inches from him as he orders another drink. Before he can respond, you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug. 

A hug, really?

Still, Jungkook sighs and wraps his own arms around your waist, a defeated smile on his face that he hides as he lets his chin rest over your head. The dip in his head makes the yellow tinted frames fall over his eyes and when he pulls back you snort at the visual, finger gently poking the bridge of them. 

“You look good in those.”

His drink gets placed in front of him then, giving him a good excuse to avoid stumbling over his words from your compliment, choosing to take a gulp of the hard liquor, wincing when it burns his throat. “Thank you,” he rasps out, grimacing at the taste and it just makes you giggle. 

“I should be thanking you. You need to be my fake boyfriend more often.”

Even more salt poured into his wound, topped with a dash of lemon juice in the form of your playful smile and nudge to his ribs, it stings. His heart ache in his chest, more so when he realizes his stupid boner was still going strong. Thankfully the dark lights prevent you from seeing it, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment. 

The yellow frames are placed back over his head as he takes another sip, nodding along to your statement with what he hopes comes across as a genuine smile on his lips once he sets his cup down. “Anytime you want Y/N.”

“I know this night didn’t end with the grand finale of me puking, but do you wanna go home and watch movies? No sappy romance ones, I'm not in the mood for crying anymore.”

He finishes his drink with ease, quickly closing his tab as he agrees. “Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick.” 

You might not be in the mood for crying but he definitely was; he also needed to handle the situation in his jeans, and what better night to stoop this low than tonight. His own version of a grand finale coming in the form of jerking off in the dirty bar bathroom while maybe shedding a tear or two. 

“Okay! I’ll call an uber,” you announce cheerfully, allowing him to walk away as you settle onto one of the sticky bar stools. 

Jungkook’s chest feels heavy as he walks to the bathroom, slipping into the small room and locking the door behind him. His forehead rests against the dirty door, eyes falling shut with a groan. He wishes he had the guts to confess to his crush, needing to push the fear of ruining the friendship away from his mind, wanting to gather possible clues that could indicate that you might feel the same. 

One day, but not yet. 

#ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #heartsforbts #btsghostie #bangtaninn #btscreatorscorner #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #bts imagines #new

[casualmaraudering]

Youtuber Sirius AU

yes i’m making a post about a yt au in the year of the lord 2020 get over it

sirius’s channel is pretty varied - he posts with no particular schedule, or theme, he just. posts whatever he wants

there’s gaming videos. there’s just chatting about stuff. song covers - electric guitar, piano, or singing. but he also does a little bit of cinematography sometimes, or live streams where he composes songs

titles including: “why is Mr Darcy the perfect man” (which is 47 minutes long btw), “properly caring for a motorbike engine (tips)”, “beach trip + getting terribly sunburnt (no, i’m not actually a vampire)” “pranking my flatmate pt 39”

james features on his channel quite a lot, usually as a victim of pranks or someone to play games with

he gets famous cause his videos are so chill, and often super funny, not to mention he has a fucking fantastic voice and his covers are some of his most viewed videos on his channel. and welp. he is good looking

known as the eye candy of youtube pretty much 

he’s got a wide fanbase and a huge instagram following, got quite a few interviews on TV and even a magazine cover

he didn’t expect to be famous, especially since he did it just cause he was bored, as a hobby more than anything, but hey, he has a great community and it works out fantastic tbh. the money is a plus, yes, but he already had a very cushy life cause of inheritance, so he donates most -if not all - of his yt income

remus isn’t famous at all. he's a student who works at a bookstore. he’s very much a Normal Person TM

he has the biggest fucking celebrity crush on sirius which is real unfortunate cause sirius has like 30mil subscribers and is pretty much a model on ig. and remus. remus is remus

he stumbled on one of his videos by accident. and sirius was gorgeous and funny and talented. and then he binged his whole channel. and the crush hit so hard 

they get together somehow i don’t know, i didn’t plan out this post too much don’t judge me, but it probably involves remus freaking the fuck out about it a lot

sirius has always been pretty nonchalant about his sexuality but when he finally makes a video about it - titled “yes i really am gay it’s not just for a twitter meme” - it’s actually a rather serious video (aside some jokes) cause he wants to be a good role model for the younger queer boys that might be watching him

when they start dating, he doesn’t mention remus that much, but he does mention A Boyfriend, and his fans pick up on that quick cause hello, that’s new

remus’s guilty pleasure is scrolling through social media and seeing memes/posts about the mystery boyfriend and how whipped sirius seems

at first, remus doesn’t appear in sirius’s videos at all, for like a good couple months

when he does start appearing, at first it’s through comments off camera - it’s also when the people learn his name

cue fanmade videos like “remus bullying sirius for 29 minutes”, “remus being sassy (compliation)” or “sirius being gay for remus part 1/2347823432″

which just get better when remus finally does agree to be on camera

“compilation of remus looking at sirius like he’s the dumbest being on earth” “sirius hearteyes black” “remus being relatable for 12 minutes and 29 seconds”

sirius loves posting photos of them being cute together just because he loves his boyfriend okay? usually they involve remus hiding his face cause he’s insecure, but that’s so adorable sirius can’t be mad

sirius starts posting an awful lot of love song covers

honestly sirius probably reads fics of them for the laughs (and sometimes sends remus the hilariously bad ones so they can laugh together)

sirius saves every fanart he sees of himself and remus or just of remus. he has to

people go badshit when sirius posts an engagement photo and sirius is so fucking happy that he gets to just gush about his fiance on twitter as if he’s a schoolboy

like honestly. sirius’s twitter? remus. so much gushing about remus

their wedding video is the most viewed video of the year, and one of the most viewed videos of all times

remus ends up tweeting like “funny how five years ago i had a celebrity crush on that one hot youtuber and yesterday i married him” he’s living the dream tbh

sirius has fucking field day with domestic videos: “giving my husband cooking instructions except i only speak french (spoiler: it’s a mess)”, “mario kart with my husband” “reacting to memes of me and my husband”

a couple months after they’re married sirius has a chill live stream where all he does is literally just. talk about remus and how fucking happy he is in his life. it’s so gay. and so wholesome

there’s an ongoing meme within the community that everyone likes remus more than sirius. sirius runs with it and loves it cause he loves people raising his baby’s confidence. generally posts about remus? 10/10, reblog/retweet, saves them, sirius is his no.1 stan

there’s people hating on them, of course. people who shipped sirius with james. homophobes. people who are just jealous of remus. at first that hits remus a lot, like, he’s not used to getting hate DMs, so that sucks extra hard. but sirius always tries his best to cheer him up and hey, it doesn’t matter what the people say, cause sirius would drop his career immediately if remus as much as asked

another fandom favourite meme: sirius being a simp for remus. sirius never denies it 

#i don't know what this is but here sdfjkdsfs #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #my tag #headcanon tag #au tag #is this post coherent??? probably not. but im tired #i almost threw my deaf or trans remus in there but i tried to keep it fairly general dfhds

[histories-and-mystery]

Kevin and the Coffee Shop

An: Hello everyone! Now I know some people don't like Authors notes so I’ll keep it short, this is one of my first fics ever. I don't write a lot so please be patient with me. Another thing I am in College so updates (if you’re looking for them) will be sparse till summer vacation. Hope you enjoy!! 

                                            .................................. Kevin woke up with a feeling like there was a kilo of lead in his stomach. As he got dressed that feeling only worsened, continuing as the morning progressed. He had no luck applying for jobs that morning and was growing desperate. After about an hour of looking and finding a few jobs to apply to he decided to take a break and clear his mind. 

‘I know!’ he thought to himself ‘I’ll go visit Dan and the lads at the coffee shop!’. 

Kevin and Dan had been friends for a few years now. They were actually neighbors when Kevin first moved into his apartment, so when Dan told him that he got a job at the local coffee shop he had been going there every day to support his friend. Over the years he got to know the rest of the people working there except for one guy. 

Craig always seemed sorta off to Kevin. He was snappy to almost everyone and always had something to say. He seemed to hate Kevin in particular, even though he had barely spoken to him at all. Not only that but Kevin had noticed he had a strange attitude to the women who came into the shop. And he never made hot chocolate right, he always burns the milk.

He shook his head ‘Don't know why I was thinking about that. Well it might have been the hot chocolate.’ Kevin grabbed his keys off the hook on the wall and headed out the door

As he walked, that feeling in his gut got deeper and more intense. He brushed off the feelings and continued on his short walk to the coffee shop. It was called Top of the Morning coffee shop and the owner was Seán, a very excitable man who was kind and very organized for someone with such a wild personality. Then there was Brian and Daithi, they mainly worked in the front of house, making the coffee and taking orders. Brian has a bit of a temper especially when it comes to the espresso machine, as he often had battles throughout the day with it. Daithi had a much easier time, though he also had quite a temper; he was more on the sarcastic side. Dan was the manager but since Craig never did his job, at least that's what Dan had told Kevin, he had to step in. Dan was often seen cleaning or working on stuff in the back. Kevin smiled as he remembered his friends, now only meters away from the shop itself.

Nearing the door of his favorite coffee shop he was expecting the normal greeting from the employees. A quiet hello from Dan who was cleaning the table, a wave from Daithi and a quick greeting from Brian who should be fighting with the espresso machine as usual. However what he was met with was far more unusual. As Kevin opened the door to Top of The Morning coffee shop he was greeted with the most chaotic sight he's ever seen. Seán was screaming at Craig who was screaming right back. It would have been a full on brawl if it weren't for Dan and Daithi. Dan was holding Seán back with all his might as Daithi was dragging Craig in Kevin’s direction. Kevin held open the door. He watched as Craig began to hit Daithi struggling and shouting something unintelligible but Daithi kept his grip and started shouting too, getting increasingly louder as he managed to throw Craig out the door. Craig stumbled and landed on his back at the force, he flipped off the whole shop and took off. Kevin looked to Daithi and saw his brow furrowed, he looked angrier then when Brian had thrown three red shells in their last Mario Kart race. Finally Seán’s voice cut through the other shouting as he had raced to the door to call after Craig 

“THATS IT YA BASTARD YOU’RE FIRED! I'LL MAIL YOU YOUR CHECK, DON'T COME BACK” with that he stormed to the back. Daithi, still grumbling, left Kevin at the door. As he entered he looked to Dan 

“Tough day?” he joked 

“I’ll say” Dan walked over to Kevin, slowly as if he were worried about something 

“Well what happened” 

Dan sighed “Brian was joking around I think, Craig didn't take too kindly to it. I don't know the full story, next thing I knew Brian was on the floor and Craig was on top of him. He just kept hitting him, Daithi and Sean had to pull him off” Kevin’s jaw dropped “Jesus- is Brian ok?” “I think so, Seán’s fixing him up in the back there. I’m just glad Craig is gone, he was a strange one”

“So you’ve told me” Kevin turned his head to the back where he could only guess Brian was. As much as he wanted to go back there and check on his friend he thought it probably wasn't a good idea especially after the scene that was made.

“I should probably go. '' Dan said quickly looking at the other customers in the shop “Gotta make sure people don't stop coming because of this mishap. Have a seat and I'll have Daithi start on your hot chocolate” 

Kevin nodded absentmindedly, still looking at the back. He moved to his usual spot by the counter. He kept glancing to the back area before Daithi placed a cup on the counter

“Kevin keep your eyes on your plate, here's what ya ordered” despite his harsh tone Kevin knew he was worried. The Five of them, not including Craig, had been friends since Dan introduced Kevin. And though Daithi won't admit it he really cares for the lads, even going as far to answer a phone call from Kevin when he had a question about his car at 6 am. Of course it was a very short phone call but all that mattered to Kevin was that he picked up-

“KEVIN” Daithi said a little louder 

“Huh?”

“I asked how the job hunt was goin” he scoffed lightly “ya got something in your ears?”

“Oh my ears are perfectly clean” Kevin responded with a smiled “Just worried about Brian is all”

Daithi nodded “I always knew Craig was dirty, just didn't expect ‘im to flip like that”

Kevin agreed and took a sip of the hot chocolate. It was warm and sweet, he always found this hot chocolate a comfort. After a while he responded “As for the job hunt it's not going well, no ones asked for an interview and I dont think I’ll get contacted at all”

Daithi thought for a moment “We did just fire that rat bastard. And Seán knows ye well enough, what if you worked here?”

“Here?” he asked, startled “but I don't know the first thing about coffee! I don't even like coffee!”

“Well ya can learn!” Daithi shot back “it's not like it's the hardest thing in the world, it's just coffee!”

“But-”

“And Brian messes up all the time, you’ll be fine I’ll go have a talk with Seán '' Before Kevin could respond Daithi headed to the back, Kevin let out a sigh. Its not that he didn't want to work with his friends, he just knows he has a history of messing things up. From his last job to video games with the lads he always seemed to be doing worse then someone else. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the door to the back opening and Seán stepping out.

He smiled at Kevin “Sorry about this morning! We had a little problem with Craig, and Daithi told me about your struggle! Ya know you could have come and talked to me, we can get you started right away and Dan’ll be your mentor!”

“I don't know Seán, I don't want to ruin your business” Kevin said shrugging 

“No way would ya do that! Come on Kevin, it’ll be great!”

Kevin paused before he opened his mouth to answer                                                  

                                                    …………………

An: and that's it for the first chapter! Let me know what ya think!! Have a good day!

#jacksepticeye #callmekevin #rtgame #daithi de nogla #honestly i dont know how to tag this #coffee lads au #frost's fanfics #………I left Brian out of the tags- #the terroriser

[morizoras-cave]

Don’t Apologize (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hi🖐 Can I please request a cast x teen reader and there in an interview and she's quite shy and doesnt talk much and the interviewer knows that so they ask her all the questions but she cant and she starts to cry so the cast get angry or something. I love your writing♥️

Warnings: language, anxiety

(A/N): so sorry i didnt do this like i usually do my cast x readers, i only chose seb and anthony for this. i hope its still alright. and im back to requests again, although it’s been fun doing some of my own work (and also work with loz, that beautiful bastard) for a while :)

“See you later, Bryan.. If you know what I mean!” Anthony yelled after the last interviewer, as he shuffled out the room with his list of unanswered. You and Sebastian were cackling, wiping your tears. You’d lost track of how many interviews you’d had to sit through of Anthony talking about his ‘round brown’. 

“Oh my god, how many of these do we have left?” Sebastian asked, calming down finally, and running a hand through his hair. 

“Why? You have something you want to tell me?” Anthony joked accusingly, looking from Sebastian to you. You shook your head silently, hoping to not be dragged into one of their never ending discussions. 

“Don’t- Don’t drag me into your shit, Mackie,” you mumbled. A wheeze escaped Anthony at your shy mumble. “Why couldn’t they just have paired me with Elizabeth again?”

Before Anthony could begin joking and making you and Sebastian laugh again, another interviewer walked in. She looked uptight and collected, wearing professional clothing and holding rather official looking papers. 

“Hello, I’m Yolanda,” she greeted Sebastian with a toothpaste-smile, and shook his hand firmly, before doing the same to you and Anthony. She was intimidating, not casual or approachable, but someone who had their shit together. 

She seemed interested in you right from the start. In her first few questions, she’d always look directly at you while asking. Her sharp gaze was anxiety inducing, even more so than all the other interviewers. Sebastian and Anthony ended up answering for you though, knowing that you were shy and uncomfortable with people. Yolanda didn’t seem satisfied with this though.

“Y/n,” now she was addressing you directly, spitting your name from her mouth like poison, “would you say that this movie is in line with you and your coworkers’ character arcs?” 

You were sure you could answer it. Well, if you were at home, talking to your pillow. Right there you could feel your heart beating painfully against your ribcage. Both of the men on either side of you definitely heard the way your breathing picked up.

“Uh. Well. Yeah, to a- to a degree. Some of them,” you choked out. Pathetically, you realized you were blinking away tears. No one had noticed yet, thank goodness. What a stupid thing to cry about, you thought. 

“Do you think it aligns with the comics’ character arcs? Do you think it’s good to diverge from the original story?” She asked intensely, eyes still boring into yours. You kept your gaze at the floor sheepishly, picking at your nails. 

Sebastian looked down at your hands in your lap, and quickly grabbed one in his hold, preventing you from picking your fingers. 

“Um.. Well, I think- I think that there are a lot of, you know, um, storylines and arcs in the, uh, the comics, so staying canon could mean a- a lot of things,” when you finished your sentence, you breathed out in relief. Your entire torso seemed inhabited by a wild, unresting anxiety, tingling and aching. 

A single tear slid down your face, and you quickly rushed the hand that was not in Sebastian’s to wipe it away. This definitely did not go unnoticed. You immediately felt Sebastian squeeze your hand and Anthony putting his arm around you protectively. 

“What the damn hell, lady? You’re stressing them out!” Anthony boomed, gesturing wildly with his free hand. You looked up and saw Sebastian’s jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Anthony had a similar expression, you discovered when you turned to him, a frown prominent on his features, and intense eyes. 

“What’s your problem?” Sebastian yelled. The woman seemed taken aback, mouth agape and on her chest like she couldn’t believe that they thought this was her fault. 

“It’s not my fault they started crying!” she said. Her voice shook quietly, clenching her hands around the bottom of the chair she sat on. 

“Yeah, it is your fault!” Anthony said. Meanwhile, you sat there uncomfortably, shaking. She was right, you thought, it was your fault for being such a baby, she was just doing her job. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, it’s not your fault-” you begun, finally raising your head to meet the woman’s eyes. Her gaze made you tremble. She was bristling. 

“No, Y/n, don’t apologize. It is her fault.” Sebastian cut you off, squeezing your hand once more, encasing it in his two. Anthony nodded angrily. 

“Alright, I think it’s best if you leave.” Another woman, whom you recognized as Anthony’s publicist, came racing into the interview. She put her hands on her hips, and nodded towards the door sassily. 

The interviewer huffed, and gave you another furious look. “You’ll hear of this on my blog. The world will know!” Then she got up and away, stomping all the way out. You breathed a sigh of relief, the moment the door closed behind her. 

“Are you okay?” Sebastian immediately turned to you, searching your eyes again. His heart broke at the way you trembled. You nodded. 

“Man, that woman was an asshole!” Anthony, too, could feel the way you shook under his arm on your shoulders. “That was not your fault, she was just a dick!” 

“Agreed!” Sebastian scoffed, hands still holding yours. 

Anthony’s publicist studied you three for a moment, furrowing her brows and chewing her lips. Then she looked at the filming crew, and the back at you three. “How about we say we’re done for today?” 

You all looked up, “Really?”

“I’ll handle the marvel dudes. You guys just take the rest of the day off,” she smiled warmly at you, a caring look in her eyes. A grin stretched on your face. Anthony and Sebastian exchanged glances when they saw your face, smiling.

“Back to the hotel then!” Sebastian grunted as you all stood up. You left and drove back to the hotel, and when you got there you ate sandwiches and chips. After that the three of you played Mario Kart together (something you’d taught them, and they’d absolutely fallen in love with it). 

“Fuck you, Stan!” Anthony spat, doing a flip over Sebastian’s kart and getting into 3rd place. You giggled from your place on 1st. 

“Oh fuck, don’t do this, Mackie, don’t do this!”

“Adios, Amigo!” Anthony cackled, disappearing far in front of Sebastian. The latter threw his head back in defeat. The round ended, you crossing the finish line on first, Anthony on second and Sebastian on fourth. 

“That was a shitty round, I demand a rematch,” he said, sipping his water. Anthony scoffed and shook his head. You did too. 

“Hey, by the way, N/n?” Anthony was looking at you from his place beside you on the couch. You nodded questioningly. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? What happened back there with that lady?” 

You grew quiet, heat rising to your cheeks. Sebastian had a look on his face. You guessed they had talked together, that they would bring it up with you again. 

“Because it wasn’t. It’s not your fault you feel this way. It was that lady who should have been more mindful of you and how you feel. She was clearly trying to take advantage of your timidness to make you spoil something,” Sebastian continued. He still seemed angry, actually, clenching his hand. 

“So don’t apologize for that stuff, alright? That ain’t on you,” Anthony patted your back. You looked at him and then Sebastian with a smile, and then nodded sheepishly. 

“Alright, yeah. I guess you’re right,” you said softly.

“Of course we’re right!” Anthony was (unsurprisingly) immediately back to normal, “now back to the game, kiddos. Sebastian wants a rematch, he’ll get one.”

And then you played Mario Kart together for an unspecified number of hours, the thought of that asshole interviewer long gone. You felt right at home, at number one in Mario Kart and number one in their hearts. 

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[rose-lord-of-simps]

ok oml 1. that was awsome sbsnsgs and 2.

if ypu do seriiida, since you introduced me to it and its been living in my brain rent free since, fhe "falling asleep on the other's shoulder"? ( or kiribaku if you dont write for seroiida bcuz otp snsbndbsdm)

Prompt: 22. falling asleep on the other’s shoulder on the touching prompt list

Ship: seroiida (Sero Hanta x Iida Tenya)

I should probably update the my hero list of characters I write for to be more specific. But yes I 100% write for this ship! Bro another rare pair I found recently was Jirou x Deku and I kinda like it!

Note: I’m aware Denki doesn’t actually have a TV in his room, we’re gonna pretend.

Characters are their current in anime canonical ages. (Cuz this is pure fluff and I felt like it.)

Game Night

Being the class representative had its perks.

For example, it looked great to potential hero agencies and it was basically a continuous hall pass.

However being class rep also meant that when you had to choose between staying a little late at a class rep meeting or being on time to meeting your boyfriend, the former would always have to win. And Iida despised it.

He tried to schedule his time with his boyfriend around when the meetings start and end but sometimes something held him back later than expected or forced him to go earlier.

Not a day went by when Iida Tenya wasn’t thankful for his boyfriend being understanding about it.

But now Iida finally had a moment to breath and all he wanted to do was go see his beloved.

Iida was, once again, late to meeting his boyfriend that day but neither could be more happy when he finally showed.

“Iida! Quick kiss your boyfriend and distract him for me!”

“Not my fault you’re bad at this game Denki.”

Tonight was the bi weekly annual game night for the bakusquad and ever since Iida Tenya started dating the one and only Sero Hanta, he’d been invited.

Every. Week.

Since Iida joined them, their game nights ended earlier and no one stayed in another’s dorm room past curfew. But the bakusquad didn’t mind because sometimes Iida would kick Bakugou’s ass in Mario Kart and it was funny.

“Hey babe!”

Sero has just won another game and Kaminari was passing the controller to the next challenger as Iida plopped himself, gracefully, next to his beloved video game champion.

Iida’s voice was tired and quiet when he sat down.

“Hello my beloved”

Sero casually slipped himself into Iida’s lap, relaxing against his boyfriend. Normally Iida would say that this “isn’t proper young hero conduct” but right now he just wanted to hold his boyfriend close to his chest. So he did.

“Want me to sit out a round?”

Tenya was very tempted to say yes, just so his boyfriend wouldn’t move around too much while he was holding on, but he also wanted to hear his boyfriend’s tone get half an octave higher when he wins another game.

“No it’s fine, you keep playing, I’ll watch.”

“Okay babes.”

And with the controller in Mina’s hands- “you’re going down off brand spider man!-“ and a kiss to Tenya’s cheek, Hanta was playing another round of whatever 1v1 fighter game was on the small tv in Denki’s room.

Tenya could feel how wonderfully relaxed the handsome “off brand spider man” in his arms was and fed off that energy, resting his head on Hanta’s shoulder.

Tenya’s eyes closed for what he thought to be a moment but what Hanta quickly realized was going to be for as long as they stayed there.

Tenya Iida, class representative of the one and only rowdy class 1A had fallen asleep with his head against the shoulder and arms around of one of the biggest trouble makers in the bakusquad, Sero Hanta.

One thing that would always surprise Hanta was his lover’s ability to sleep, even a little, anywhere he was if he let himself. That didn’t stop Hanta from thinking he was adorable.

For the rest of the evening Hanta tried to stay as still as he could for his sleeping boyfriend. Mina and Denki tried to draw on Iida’s face but Sero threatened to tape them to the ceiling if they tried.

Hanta knew how much Tenya needed the rest.

So he let the handsome boy on his back just hold him and nap a little.

Tenya always had to be responsible and take care of everyone.

Hanta made it his mission to make sure Tenya knew how precious he was by taking care of him wherever he could.

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Whew! I’m trying to get my requests done. Hope you like this! Sorry it took a while!

#mutuals request! #rose does a promp list #seroiida #sero hanta #sero x iida #iida x sero #iida tenya #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia iida tenya #boku no hero academia sero hanta #my hero academia sero #my hero academia iida #iidasero #my hero fluff #boku no hero academia fluff #my hero academia fluff

[imhereformr]

44. I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!

For Tecna x Timmy

I just think it would be funny if it happened multiple times(some on purpose) and Tecna is exasperated but also endeared.

This got out of hand... Anyways here's part 1 of 🤷🏻‍♀️

Why is it that yours are the ones that become too much for a oneshot? 

One: 

Timmy walked down the dull beige corridor of his apartment building rifling through his bag, desperately trying to find his keys. He swore he had grabbed them and put them in his pocket when he left work. Once he got to his door, he dropped the bag at his feet and searched his pockets once more. He had his wallet in his left pocket, phone in his right, a crumpled pharmacy receipt in his back pocket, and no set of keys.  

He kneeled by his bag and began pulling out its contents. There was his book, lunch, portable gaming system, an assortment of papers from work, a collection of old papers and receipts at the bottom of his bag that he really should clean out, his portable tool kit, a small pack of tissues, his reusable water bottle, and no fucking keys.

Great.

After tossing his belongings haphazardly into his bag, Timmy pulled his phone out of his pocket. When he had moved in a week ago, he’d been told to call the building manager if ever he needed anything. The building manager, a portly man with strange taste in facial hair named Mr Knut, didn’t live on site and was only there from 9am to 5pm on weekdays. He was, apparently, always available, but it was now almost 8pm on a Friday evening and there was no telling how long it would take for the man to show up.

Except that, as it turned out, the man would likely never show up because when Timmy pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on, he was greeted by a flashing red battery indicating that his phone was just about dead. How wonderful. He would need to ask one of his neighbours to call the manager.  

The section of the building he was in only contained three apartments. His and two others. Miss Griselda, the only of his two immediate neighbours he’d met, was a cranky old woman he was certain got joy out of terrifying ‘the damn youngins’ as she’d called them. The other was a complete stranger. No part of him felt like dealing with the old woman – he'd only met her because she happened to be getting home as he was moving boxes in, and she’d gone into a rant about how awful and unruly today’s youth was – so he would have to take his chances with the mystery neighbours.

He knew nothing about the mystery neighbours except what Griselda had told him: they were young and one of them was too loud for her liking. So far, he’d only heard faint music coming from the apartment and wasn’t quite sure what Miss Griselda was complaining for since she wasn’t directly next to them and wasn’t likely to hear the music at all.  

“Hello?”  

Shit. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. Tall with milky white skin and bright teal eyes that contrasted sharply against her cropped light purple hair. Timmy’s lips went dry and his heart sped up to the point that he thought it might win a race against a cheetah. Could this night get any worse? Lost keys, dead phone, gorgeous neighbour. What was next? Was he going to get struck by lightning? Heart attack? Have one of the giant light fixtures squash him like a bug?  

“H-hi there...” he managed to stutter.  

“Can I help you?” the girl asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. He became exceedingly aware of the fact that he’d been standing there looking at her with what was probably an incredibly stupid look. Smooth, Timmy.  

“Right... uh... yes. I am... M-my name is Timmy. I live here. Well, no, not here here. I-I-I live next door. There,” he pointed towards his door, “and I, uh, well, I seem to have forgotten my pheys... uh, my keys, sorry, and m-my phone is... dead... and uh...” Jesus, he sounded like a bumbling idiot. He could practically hear Brandon, one of his old college roommates, teasing him about how much of an ass he was making of himself.  

“And you want me to call the building manager for you?” Oh God, she thought he was a moron. He could tell from the tone of her voice that she was already exasperated with him and, though she hadn’t physically, he was sure she was rolling her eyes in her beautiful, purple-topped head. Timmy nodded, not trusting himself to not say something stupid or ramble on like he did whenever he got nervous.  

The woman walked away, leaving the door partially open behind her. Timmy waited outside, trying not to seem like the awkward person he knew he was. He forced himself to stand ‘casually’, so he crossed his arms and stood there, staring straight at the door.  

No, that was a weird thing to do. He let his arms fall loose and his eyes wander to, well, look normal. The only interesting thing in sight to observe while he waited for her to call the manager was the inside of the apartment. He knew it was creepy, but it beat having to stare at a beige wall.  

The door opened up on the living room that was painted a light grey and offset with a teal wall that matched her eyes. Geez, had he really already memorised the colour of her eyes? He’d not even been able to meet them while he made a complete moron out of himself. The back wall had what Timmy was pretty sure was several electric guitars, acoustic guitars and maybe a bass or two hung up. A dark grey couch sat in the middle of the room facing the west wall and a large flat-screen TV.  

The TV in particular is what caught his attention. She was playing a video game. Timmy had never been one of those jerks who would gatekeep the gaming world and claim girls weren’t ‘real gamers’ because all they played was Super Mario; he prided himself on letting people enjoy what they enjoyed and welcoming them into the gaming world. This girl, though, was clearly a serious gamer. The game she was playing – one of his, if not his actual, favourite games – was a beautifully designed, complex game with so many quests, possible outcomes and hidden details that it had taken him close to a month and a half of near-fanatical gameplay to complete. It wasn’t a game that a casual gamer would take to.  

The only thing was... he didn’t recognise the scene that Elora – the main character – was in. He was certain he’d played out every possible scenario the game had to offer – he'd obsessed over it so much and had replayed it multiple times since its release. In retrospect, sheer curiosity is the sole reason that he could figure why, when the girl came back, he managed to say Hey, I don’t recognise that scene, did you find another quest? without stuttering or stumbling over his words.  

“The manager will be here in about 10 minutes” she replied bluntly before closing the door in his face. Timmy stood there dumbfounded, blinking at the closed dark beige door for longer than he cared to admit. Great, first pretty girl he’d met in a new city, and she thought he was no smarter than a panda. “Nice meeting you.”

#winx club #winx #tecmy #winx tecna #winx timmy #tecna x timmy #fanfiction #prompt #no longer a oneshot #but like... not a full story either #also #dont expect regular updates of this #it took me like two or three weeks to get this done #and its only like 1k words...

[opiumvampire]

Hello Mutuals but said like that video where Luigi goes Hello Mario in a normal man voice

My beautiful son Megan and I are going to Trader Joes would any of you like anything

#ive never cleaned a mirror in my life and im not about to start now #also very brave of me to post these with at least eight volumes of the black butler manga visible in the background

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[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S5 Ep 17:  Joey Falling Down for 20 Minutes

It is HOT in my house and so I’m going to do my best but no promises!

It’s a holiday weekend, which usually means I should catch up on work that’s falling behind, but today means that it is too hot to do anything but talk about this weird arc of Yugioh. One where, in case you forgot, we are in an isekai that takes place in an Egyptian pyramid that is in the Northern part of India. Oh, and this isekai was made by Alexander the Freakin Great. Don’t worry about it.

What’s weird about this, is that we are definitely in that anime video game isekai genre, but we are actually in less of an isekai realm than normal Yugioh. There’s no game stats. There’s no game rules. Just these pokemon tubes we shoot at other monsters and we just let them do whatever. Kinda like a reverse isekai if you will.

This arc definitely has more of a Rated G quality to it, it’s trying really hard to capture that Wile E. Coyote feel. And does it hit it? No, not really, which is a shame because we would all like to see an Emperor’s New Groove style of wackiness applied to any show, honestly. But, instead, we get so many dry one liners out of Joey Wheeler who is like side-eyeing the camera like “nyeh, remember when this show was grimdark?”

(read more under the cut)

At some point last episode Joey Wheeler got abducted by this bird, who is a mother of this many children.

I don’t know why anyone in their right mind would be like “yes, Joey is delicious” but these birds will try to eat Joey for the rest of this episode. Some sort of crazy pheromone is going on with his shampoo, and they want all of it.

Faced with the end of this gimmick we are introduced to that convenient tree branch that is in basically every animated show with a freefall in it, but something about Yugioh feels just real enough to make this particular splat....REALLY painful looking.

And after this series of random events, we get yet another convenient plot device.

Usually you have to go out and find your MacGuffin, but in the case of Joey Wheeler the MacGuffin got tired of waiting and just went out to greet him.

Alexander the Great’s free time sure is something else if he just made a magical D&D campaign with monsters and stuff and then just...never used it. He just decided to leave this here for hundreds of years later. Just cuz he was too busy taking over the middle East and romancing just so many people, I guess?

Haunted D&D game for sale, never used.

We are finally introduced with a rule to this game, and the rule is: You will die. Does that mean now their Pokemon run is Nuzlocke?

Man...I think I have used a Nuzlocke joke on this blog here before but like it just really changes the dynamics of Pokemon if they can freakin die and then Ash Ketchum also freakin dies.

Like take this orange “baby” dragon with pecks that are the size of hubcaps. If it freakin dies, so does Joey Wheeler.

Joey of course, can’t truly walk anymore, so it’s a good thing he’s letting baby dragon do all the work.

Meanwhile, in the woods, Yugi is getting attacked by a bunch of trees and that just makes sense.

These Deku trees look so much like something out of a Adult Swim show but I cannot put my finger on what it is. I think it’s that hair. It has strong vibes to something I watched in my youth...but I don’t know what it was at all.

Anyway, trapped in a small corner, Yami gets his second monster to bond with his entire soul, and it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d get really excited about.

This animation of Yami smiling as he stares into the horrific fire he started in the woods to burn so many sentient trees is very on point for Yugioh.

Never let Yami back into California.

Straight up fire season is a few months going now, and I’m already so tired of the endless anxiety that is fire season.

Meanwhile, Joey has gone to a waterfall, most likely in order to ice his crotch from falling directly onto a tree branch.

Coincidentally, he finds yet another MacGuffin. And like, I guess this is because of Joey being lucky, but it’s extremely kid’s show because stuff just keeps happening.

Baby Dragon sets Joey Wheeler on fire again (FREAKIN FIRE) and honestly...how many times are we going to set Joey Wheeler on fire in this show? We’ve had a literal fireball, fire golem, that god card that was just a fire bird, and like...an actual volcano last season?

Is Joey made out of asbestos?

Good thing Kaiba isn’t here to completely disregard this map, but although they’re certainly better about finding out where to go than a Kaiba...they ain’t good at it.

Tea and Tristan spend this whole episode fighting a giant merman. It felt a lot like card stuff so I skipped most of it, just know the big thing was that Tea remembered that her pokemon can heal Tristan. And that was a little weird because Tristan was like “That’s the GOOD STUFF give me MORE OF THAT” and it’s like...would it actually feel a little bit like drugs?

I mean it would, right?

And then, as it looked like they were about to die, the episode ended with a mysterious man using his monster to save them, that’s right, it’s the only other person it could possibly be.

Not Kaiba, I know. We all wish it were, but it appears that Seto got grounded this arc, and when he was like “Roland! We are going to India!” Mokuba and everyone else in that office promptly hid the keys to the wifejet by flushing them directly down Seto’s dragon-shaped toilet.

Instead it’s just Grandpa.

Pretty sure Kaiba’s voice actor went on vacation during this arc, from what I’ve heard.

PS, as you can see--I numbered the episodes wrong. We are on 17 now. I have no idea how that happened. I don’t know where I went wrong. I will probably not fix it.

Like seriously how do I keep misnumbering these episodes, haha.

Anyway, hope y’all have a safe holiday weekend for those that celebrate, and if you want to see fireworks, go to a show done by a licensed professional (not your weird cousin), or get a good score in Super Mario, or watch it on TV. Overall, don’t be the dumbass that burns down half of California! And have a good time!

And if you aren’t doing anything this weekend, or you’re just new to the blog--hello! You can read all of these episodes from S1 Ep1 using this link.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#Yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #capsule monsters #yugi muto #joey wheeler #S5 #Ep 17 #Tea Gardner #Baby Dragon #a bunch of deku trees #And just like in Zelda they hella died on you #Deku trees are rude

[hockeybabe87]

Sidney Crosby - Safe

Prompt 13: “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

You leaned your back against your desk as Sidney left open mouth kisses along your collar bone leading up to your neck.

“You like that babygirl?” He whispered into your ear before he bit down on your neck slightly causing you to moan ever so quietly.

You were one of the top executives for the Pittsburgh Penguins and it was no secret how quickly you seemed to click with Sid when you started working for the team.  However, you were married, well soon to be divorced, to your husband Brad.  You tried your hardest to avoid the attraction you had to Sidney, but with the divorce and the relaxed nature of upper management, you didn’t have a reason to ignore it anymore.  

You couldn’t help it as you arched your body into Sidney.  His hand slid down your back until it reached your ass where he gave it a nice squeeze.  You loved when practice was over because he would always come upstairs to your office and give you a nice hello.

Your focus was quickly taken away from Sidney as there was a knock at your office door.  You swiftly pulled away from Sidney and smoothed out your clothes to not give whoever was on the  other side of the door any indication as to what was happening.

You gave Sid a once over to make sure he was decent.  He was now seated on one of the plush black chairs scrolling through his phone.  You would never have been able to tell he was just getting ready to fuck you.

You opened the door expecting to see one of your interns or a coworker.  Your jaw dropped when you saw Brad and your 3 year old daughter Piper perched in his arms.  As soon as she saw you she immediately made grabby hands for you to take her.

“Mommy!” She said.

“Hi honey!” You cheered as you accepted her into your grasp.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” Brad said.

The sound of Brad’s voice immediately had Sidney on edge, but he was trying to hold back to let you handle this yourself.

“Oh, sure! What’s up?” You asked as you bounced Piper.

“I received a job offer in London.” He stated flatly.

“Wow that’s great!” You said trying to sound happy for him, unsure of why he felt the need to tell you this information.

“I want to take Piper with me.” He said coldly.

His words had Sidney up out of his seat waiting for your reaction.

“You can’t just take her Brad.” You seethed holding her close to your body as she laid her head against your shoulder.

“I didn’t come here to fight with you.  I came to let you know.  Give me Piper back right now.” He barked.

You were appalled at his tone and began to panic.  Piper was your entire world, she was the only thing getting you through the divorce.  She was the reason you worked so hard and the reason you finally chose to be happy.  You hated that Piper was growing up in a home with two people who hated each other.  She was your everything.

She clutched onto you just a little bit tighter than normal.

“I’m not giving her back to you right now.  She wants her mom.” You explained.

Brad getting fed up with the situation grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him.  Almost instantly Sidney had Brad off of you and shoved against the wall.

“Don’t you ever touch her like that again. Do you understand me?” Sidney growled.

You quickly walked Piper into your office not wanting her to see what was happened.  You sat down and held her close.

“Mommy loves you so much Pipe.” You whispered as you kissed the top of her head.

“Daddy is mad.” She said.

“Don’t worry about Daddy, I’m not going to let anything bad happen okay?” You asked and she nodded her little head.

After a few minutes Sidney came back inside and immediately came over and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Are you guys okay?” He asked looking you both over for any injuries.

“We’re fine.” You said still visibly shaken from what happened.

Sidney had an idea and began digging through your desk drawer.  He pulled out a pad of paper and a few highlighters.

“Do you wanna draw Pipe?” He asked and she was immediately wiggling down your body and dashing over to him to accept the writing utensils.  After he was sure she was entertained he came over to you and wrapped you in a large hug.  The dam broke as the tears immediately began rolling down your face.

“He can’t take her.” You cried as you buried your face into his chest.

“He isn’t going to take her anywhere baby, I promise.” He said soothing you.

“He’s going to take me to court, and he has more money.  He can give her such a better life in London than I can.” You whimpered.

You knew you weren’t broke by any means, but compared to the money and the power Brad possessed, you knew you would be no match.

“Listen to me for a minute.” Sidney said kissing you slowly.

“He is not taking her anywhere.  I don’t care if I have to drain my bank account to get the best lawyer in the country.  I’m not letting him take her.  I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” He said staring into your eyes.

“Let me call Mario, you’re taking the rest of the day off.  You and Piper are staying with me until we figure this out.  I’m not leaving you alone.  I’m going to take care of this. I promise.” He said.

The amount of trust you had in this man was unlike anything you’ve ever felt.  You loved him with every fiber of your being and you would do absolutely anything to make him happy.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you pulled him into your arms.

“No need to thank me.  This is what it's like to be loved.” He replied kissing your cheek.

“I love you too.” You said leaning your forehead against his, trusting that as long as you were with Sidney that everything was going to turn out just fine.

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #pittsburgh penguins #pittsburgh penguins imagine #nhl #nhl players #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey writing #hockey fanfiction

[classicdaisycalico]

Number 11 from the fictional kiss prompts strikes me as so Luaisy ;)

Fictional Kiss Prompts

11. When one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

You are absolutely, totally, 110% correct, by the way. Also, it took me a while to finish this, since I had a lot of work-related stuff to do today, but I really hope you like this!

“Fever”

It was just Luigi’s luck that he had to be sick today. Of all days.

Today, a certain someone was flying into the Mushroom Kingdom for a visit, and to say that this someone was a sight for sore eyes, for him, would have been the understatement of the century.

After dutifully crossing out every passing day on the calendar on the pantry door, months turned into weeks, weeks into days, and soon, into hours. In that final night before, he had trouble sleeping just thinking about it. His stomach was in knots. His head was spinning. How in the world would he function at all? With this much pent-up energy in his system and no way to get it out until the sun rose, Luigi felt like he was going to be sick.

And, of course, this adrenaline rush he was feeling decided to take that statement literally, and at around 9:00 AM, he found himself throwing up in the bathroom toilet. Maybe he had too much cacio e pepe during last night’s dinner?

Or, as his brother would later find out, he had contracted a fever. Poor Luigi had overworked himself these past few days with their plumbing business that he somehow got sick in the process. Focusing on work instead of getting distracted by his emotions should have been a GOOD thing.

“Sorry, bro,” Mario said as he adjusted the cold compress on his brother’s forehead. “You’ll have to sit this one out today.”

Luigi sniffed. “But did it have to be today?”

“I know.” The man in red looked away, a twinge of guilt in his eyes. “But don’t worry!” he piped up, trying to cheer his brother up. “I’ll tell the princess you said hello!”

His twin smiled bleakly. “Yes, please.”

“Okie dokie!”

He left the bottom bunk where Luigi was resting, but before he exited the room, he turned back to his brother. “There’s still some leftover fire flower soup...you know, quando hai fame.”

“That might work. Grazie.”

“Prego.” He shrugged apologetically, and out the door he went.

***

Luigi had forgotten how well that fire flower soup did its job when he and Mario were sick as children. Every time they came down with a cold, a fever, or a stomach virus, mamma e babbo made that soup. As its name implied, it was incredibly spicy, and usually, their ailments would be better within a day. 

Today was no exception. After a rather late mid-afternoon lunch, Luigi was already sweating bullets within an hour, and before long, he had fallen asleep.

***

He hadn’t realized how long he’d slept until he woke up, and the alarm clock on the side table read 6:00 AM.

His eyes widened. Had it really been that long?!

He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. Not long after, his face contorted into one of disgust. After a long night of sweating out a fever in his sleep, he needed a shower to get that gross stench off of him, and to top it all off, his breath smelled equally as disgusting.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Luigi grabbed a clean set of clothes and bolted toward the bathroom. It didn’t matter to him how early in the morning it was; he would only be completely rid of this fever when he didn’t smell like Wario after a soccer match.

***

It was easily the quickest shower and subsequent tooth-brushing he had ever put himself through, but at last, Luigi was on his way out of the house. He had no particular destination in mind; as long as he was enjoying the fresh air that he had missed out on yesterday, he would be fine

Before long, after 45 minutes of aimless meandering, he found himself at a cliffside at the edge of the woods. By the looks of the sky, the sun was almost about to rise. He could watch it himself, of course, but it would have been better if she were sitting beside him, her head against his shoulder as their fingers laced through each other’s. He sighed forlornly. “She’d love this...”

“Love what?”

Immediately, he flinched in fright. Someone was here? Someone had HEARD him?! “Who’s there?” he asked, whipping his head around.

He watched as a small hand brushed away some tree branches, and Luigi could only gape in surprise. The person emerging from the edge of the woods was none other than the “she” in question. “Daisy?”

The princess leaned against one of the tree trunks, rubbing one of her eyes with her free hand. “The one and only,” she answered. “What are you doing up so early?”

His head tilted to the side in confusion. “I should ask the same of you, mia cara.”

“My flight got delayed...it finally came in this morning,” she answered as she let out a yawn. “I’m sorry, Luigi,” she said as her knees buckled. “I’m not normally this tired in the morning...but this jet lag...it’s intense.”

“Here, let me help you.”

He helped her sit down between two large tree roots, with him settling beside her. “Thank you,” she answered, her head leaning against his shoulder.

He smiled at the sweet gesture, trying to ignore his reddening face. “No problem.”

“But you haven’t answered my question.”

His head turned to face her. “Hm?”

“Could you not sleep, either? Is that why you’re here?”

He looked away, slightly embarrassed. “Something like that. I had a bad fever yesterday.”

Hearing this, Daisy pulled away from him almost instantly, which wasn’t very much, considering the relatively short distance of the tree roots. “Whoa, whoa. I did NOT just fly all the way here from Sarasaland only to be bogged down by a fever I got from--”

“I’m not contagious...I think. I’m actually feeling much better today!”

“Well, how do I know you’re not contagious right now?”

He stared at her, skepticism written all over her face, right down to the raised eyebrow and pursed lips, when an idea crossed his mind.

Was it impulsive? Definitely. But was it harmful? Probably not.

Normally, he would never do such things, but considering how long he had been counting down the days for Daisy to return to the Mushroom Kingdom again, he didn’t want to waste a single second.

Smiling warmly, Luigi simply replied. “Dimmi, principessa...would a contagious person do this?”

In a single, swift motion, he reached over and kissed her, eliminating whatever small distance between them remained.

Was she surprised? Almost certainly, judging by the sharp gasp she drew in as his lips touched hers.

Maybe a little...too surprised?

He pulled away, feeling the guilt set in. This was why he never did things like this. “I shouldn’t have done that” he said, pulling his hat over his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

For a moment, the princess didn’t reply. Instead, she simply sat there, next to him, trying to register what just happened. When she finally looked back up at him, there was a slight tinge of pink across her cheeks. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as a small smile began to form. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure you--”

His words got cut off as Daisy reached over to kiss him back. She certainly made no secret about how she appreciated Luigi’s surprisingly bold move a few seconds before, either, pulling him closer by the straps of his overalls. In response, he let one of his arms snake around her waist and held her closer, as well, while his other free hand nestled itself in her warm, brown hair.

Even when they finally broke apart for air, neither one could help smiling from ear to ear as they continued looking into each other’s eyes. “You really missed me, didn’t you?” he quipped, a playful smirk on his face.

“Oh, that?” She shrugged innocently. “I just needed to be sure there wasn’t any fever left.”

He feigned offense, clutching a hand to his chest. “And what about the first time? Was that not enough?”

“The first time, I didn’t have enough evidence.”

“Davvero?”

“Yes, really. So the next time you try anything like that again...” she answered, with a small wink in his direction, “...I wouldn’t mind you being more direct.”

Seeing Luigi’s face immediately turn bright red, the princess giggled. “You’re cute when you blush,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder again. “And you’re right about the sunrise, by the way...it’s beautiful.”

He looked over at the rolling hills before them. Beyond the rolling hills, the sun peeked out above the horizon, into a purple sky, blending upwards into pink, then into orange. There was no denying the perfectly picturesque view that welcomed the day.

Still, he could watch the sun rise on any given fair-weather morning. There were always rarer, more beautiful views than this.

Like the one sitting next to him, for example.

Letting his fingers intertwine with hers, he leaned his head against her own and smiled. “Sì...è bella.”

#ask me things #drones-of-innocence #Princess Daisy #my fave #Luigi and Daisy #my mario series otp #now that i look at it this fic kinda hits different given the pandemic-related circumstances we're in-- #oopsie #anyways i'm really happy with how i wrote the ending #is he talking about the sunset? is he talking about her? is he talking TO her? #it's ~up to interpretation~ lol #i love playing with languages like this!!!!! #i'll edit in the italian lessons later hahahahahaha #preferably when i have more battery on this computer OOPS-- #melissa writes

[fruityutas]

smokey rooms

stoner!hendery x reader

lowercase intended 

not proofread

!this is a work of fiction and does not portray the characters in real life!

genre: angst, smut, fluff

wc: 3.6k

summary: hendery and his friends were bad news, but you never actively avoided them. he comes up to you one day and since then you were inseparable. too bad he caught you up in his spiraling lifestyle, and in the end, caused you both to get lost in it.

warning: this relationship starts fine, but progresses into a toxic one that should never be tolerated. there is drug use and illegal actions in this writing that is not being encouraged. also unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE TAPPING IT BABES), the reader isn’t forced into sex, but is pressured into it, which is WRONG do not let people do that to you. cursing

this is my first attempt at something a little more suggestive than normal so hopefully, it isn’t that garbage but it probs is so bear with it.

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the bell awoke you from your uncomfortable slumber. you let everyone go before you as you packed your things. a body brushed past you roughly, knocking your binder off the desk. “what the fuck was that for?” you look up and meet eyes with hendery. he looks down at you and smiles.

 “oh, im sorry. i should really watch where im going, huh?” you were confused, why was hendery being so… nice? he picks up your binder and hands it to you. “your name is y/n, right?” you hum in response. he picks up your backpack and starts walking out. 

 “uhh, what are you doing?” he turns and glances at you. 

 “oh, i forgot to ask. wanna join me and my friends for lunch? we don't sit in the lunchroom though.” you thought for a second before nodding and following him. 

 “hendery, why are you inviting me?” he lazily looks at you, his eyes clearly red. “are you high?” he laughs and nods. 

 “yeah. you don't care about my friends and i smoking right?” you sigh but respond with a no. 

 “i wish you wouldn’t do that at school. you could get in trouble.” his face remains in a permanent smile as he throws his arm over your shoulder. 

 “yeah but they don’t care as long as i make good grades.” you shake your head while slipping out of his hold. 

 “you never answered my question” his face gets red and he starts to fidget. 

 “i just think you’re cute and i wanted to ask you out, but like after we get to know each other, ya know?” you stand there speechless as your face heats up. 

 “o-oh. really?” he nods his head and scratches his neck. 

 “uh, yeah i’ve liked you for a while actually.” you blush again and walk closer to him. he leads you out a back door and around to a secluded area where six other boys are. there were clouds of smoke being exhaled every few moments. as you and hendery walked up, they all turned to look at you.

 “hey man, what’s with her? she ain’t gonna snitch is she?” hendery walks forward and does what you assume is a handshake before denying that you’d sell them out.

 “you can ask her, right y/n? you wouldn’t tell no one?” you shook your head before walking closer to where they were standing. hendery grabs your hand before introducing his friends. “these are my friends. yukhei, kun, sicheng, xiaojun, ten, and yangyang.” you recognized kun, ten, and sicheng as seniors. you knew xiaojun, yukhei, and hendery were juniors, while you and yangyang were sophomores. 

 “so what made you wanna hang out with hendery?” kun asks you. his eyes were intimidating and it felt as if they pierced your soul.

 “oh, he actually asked me to join you guys today. i can leave though if you don’t want me to be here.” you started to grab your bag from hendery but he stopped you.

 “no, it’s fine y/n. they’re just a bunch of hardasses when it comes to new people.” kun rolls his eyes at hendery’s statement but smiles at you.

 “you want some?” kun holds out a blunt for you. you look at it and think about all the things that would happen if you did take it. hendery’s voice floated over to your ears,

 “you don’t have to if you don’t want. we won’t force you.” you look over at him and meet his honey eyes. even with the discoloration from his high, they were still beautiful. you look back at the blunt kun was holding out before taking it slowly.

 “um, how do you… smoke this?” yangyang and yukhei start to snigger while ten just straight up laughs at you. hendery scolds them, saying you obviously wouldn’t know how if you’ve never smoked before. kun rolls his eyes again before explaining it to you.

 “i’ll light it for you and just suck in but not too hard, or you’ll end up coughing a lung out. like a cigarette, ya know?” you nod before taking it in your mouth and letting him light it. you inhale and the smoke floods your lungs, setting them ablaze. it felt like a hot itch and it made you cough immediately. kun took the blunt back while patting your back. “do you guys have water?” ten pulls a bottle of water out of his bag and hands it to you. you thank him the best you can before taking a large gulp. when your coughing fit finally resides, hendery is by your side offering you some food. you decline before turning to kun.

 “let me try again if it’s ok.” the whole group looks surprised. your face turns red at their eyes being on you. kun hands you the blunt again and lights it again for you. this time, you inhale at a slower rate. the burn is less intense and you cough a lot less. you give what’s left of the blunt to kun and move closer to hendery. “that takes some getting used to.” he giggles like a little kid on a playground. as you converse with the group of boys, he plays with your hands. the effects of the weed were starting to take over, and having never felt it before, you freaked out a bit. the boys looked worried at this and hendery tried to calm you down. 

 “hey, y/n it’s ok. you’re fine nothing is wrong. hey, look at me, ok?” he turned your head to look at him and he gripped the sides of your face. he looked into your eyes and this calmed you. your breathing slowly returned to normal and you relaxed in his grip. “you better now?” you nodded. “probably not a good idea to smoke for the first time at school. do you want water?” 

 “yes please.” he hands you a bottle and you drink it carefully. the conversation goes back to normal after everyone makes sure you're ok. soon, the bell rings and you have to leave to go to class. hendery says goodbye to the group and walks you to your class. “are you not staying?”

 “no, me and the boys are leaving today to go to ten’s house.” you chew your lip nervously before biting the bullet. 

 “can i… come with? if that’s ok?” he looks surprised for a second before smiling at you. 

 “lemme text them real quick but i'm sure they won’t mind.” he pulls out his phone and sends a text, the reply coming back only a few seconds after. “they said they’d like that. i’m glad they took a liking to you, i hope you stick around.” you smile to your self as the both of you walk out the school and towards the parking lot. some of the boys are already there when you get there, and they say hello to you. ten tells you to sit next to him upfront, much to the protest of yangyang, whom he shushes saying that you’re always aloud in the front if you ride along. you giggle and stick your tongue out while he climbs in the back with hendery and kun. 

 “so y/n, why the sudden rebellion? could it be because of our dear hendery?” you blush at ten’s remark and look at hendery through the mirror, who is also blushing.

 “i mean, yeah i guess.” your voice comes out in an embarrassed mumble. ten and kun snicker and yangyang rolls his eyes, grumbling about how hendery is already whipped. the ride is filled with the chatter of the boys, and you stay quiet and listen to their conversations. when you pull into ten’s driveway, hendery jumps out of the car to open your door for you. “thank you. so like, are ten’s parents not home?”

 “nah, they left this weekend so we have his house to ourselves.” you hum in response and lean into his as you walk up the sidewalk. ten lets everyone in and starts heading towards a basement. the basement is finished with couches and a gaming system set up, likely by his parents so he could have friends over. hendery sat beside you on the couch. you leaned on his shoulder while the rest of them started the smoke session. ten turns on the tv and asks if you want to play mario kart, to which you agree. he starts it up and gives you a controller. you both play for a while when hendery asks you to come with him. the boys pay you guys no mind as you leave the basement and go upstairs. hendery takes you to what looks like a spare bedroom and sits on the bed. you awkwardly stand in the doorway. “sit down, i wanna show you something.” you sit next to him on the bed. his fingers gently brush your chin and turn your head towards him. he flicks his eyes from your lips to your eyes before locking his lips with yours. the kiss startles you but he keeps on. you eventually melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. the kiss starts getting heated, and he starts to slip your shirt off you. you both took turns taking an article of clothing off until you're just in underwear. his slender fingers slip your panties off and he steps out of his boxers. 

 “wait, do we have a condom?”

 “uhh, no” you bite your lip in hesitation. “I can pull out, don’t worry about it.” you still hesitate, but give him a nod. hendery comes up to kiss at your neck as he slides in. you wince at the sting, but the pleasure takes over soon after. he sets his pace fast and hard. the bed shakes with every thrust and your moans fill his ears. you feel hendery deep inside you, his tip hits your cervix every thrust. “ah, hendery please more” your whines are like honey to him. hendery speeds up and you writhe in pleasure. the force of him pounding into you is enough to make you see white. your orgasm washes over you as hendery grunts at you clenching around him. He slides in and out of you a few more times before he reaches his high. he stills inside you to catch his breath. the only sounds in the room are both of your heavy breathing. he slides out of you and you wince at the loss of being filled. “hendery, you said you’d pull out.”

 “shit, my bad. do you need me to take you to get an after pill?” you get up and gather your clothes, putting them on.

 “yes, i can’t take the chance.” he gets dressed before leaving the room with you and letting the boys know that you're both going to the store. 

 “you guys want anything?” the boy all scream different answers, all varying snacks. hendery rolls his eyes before grumbling about spending his money. he takes you to ten’s car and you head to the nearest store. the drive there was quiet and left you wondering if hendery actually liked you or wanted to have sex with you. you went in and grabbed what you needed while he looked for the boys’ snacks. he paid for it and you guys got back in the car. “i actually really like you, y/n. i hope you don’t think i only wanted to fuck you.” he glances at you. you nod and smile at him. the rest of the ride is silent. when you walk in the house, you can hear the rest of the boys in the basement. hendery tosses the bag of snacks to them and joins you on a separate couch. you fall asleep on his shoulder with the boys’ yelling in the background.

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you continued to hang out with the boys since that day. you and hendery started dating. almost everyday after school you would go over to one of their houses to smoke and hang out. your parents noticed that you weren’t coming home until late in the night and asked you about it. “i hang out with hendery and our friends.” your parents exchange a look.

 “who is hendery? and who are your friends?” you roll your eyes.

 “hendery is my boyfriend. and our friends are kun, sicheng, yukhei, xiaojun, ten, and yangyang.”

 “so your hanging out with a bunch of boys?”

 “i mean, yea but their girlfriends come too.” your parents give another look before sighing and letting it go. they tell you to just watch the time from now on. you agree and head to hendery’s house. it was going to be just the two of you tonight. on the way to his house, your mind is distracted by thoughts of him. he was so sweet to you but sometimes, his smoking habit got in the way your relationship. he had blown off a couple of dates in favor of staying with the boys to smoke. you never said anything, because you smoked just as much as they did now, but it left you feeling as if you weren’t enough. his driveway comes into your view, and you pull up. you get out and walk up to the door and knock. he opens it and greets you with a soft kiss. you set your shoes by the door and sit on the couch. 

 “are we watching a movie?” he smiles and nods.

 “do you have one in mind baby?” you take the remote from him and choose a movie. you both get comfortable on the couch. you’re immersed in the movie, but hendery apparently has other plans. his hands rub your legs getting higher everytime. you only take small notice until his fingers start toying with your waistband. “Hendery, are you really horny right now? this movie is about murder.” you laugh at his eagerness. he pouts but continues is actions. you reposition yourself so he can better access inbetween your legs. his fingers make their way into your underwear. the pads of his fingers are rough, and they feel like heaven on your clit. you sigh in delight at the feeling. you grind your hips back into him, feeling his boner. he slips two fingers into you and you moan out at the feeling. you move to the rhythm of his fingers and you feel your climax approaching. he pulls his hand away and lifts your shirt over your head. you slide your pants off and he gets rid of his clothes. you go to lay on your back but he stops you.

 “no, i wanna try the position we were laying in.” he sits down lengthways and you get on his lap facing away. hendery gives you no warning before shoving himself in you. you grip the back of the couch to steady yourself.

 “fuck, hendery” your voice barely comes out. he keeps going deeper inside you before he bottoms out. he lets out a groan when you clench around him. he waits for you to move. you nod at him and he slides out halfway before pushing back into you. you squirm and beg for him to go faster. he scoffs, “be careful what you ask for, babygirl.” he pulls all the way out before thrusting back into you with force. he reaches around and rubs circles into your clit while pounding into you. your soft mewls fill the air in the room. your orgasm was creeping up on you, the built tension from earlier as a jumpstart. hendery somehow speeds up both his thrusts and hand. your orgasm washes over you like a wave. soft “fucks” and murmers of hendery spill from your mouth. he keeps thrusting into you, the overstimulation making you clench hard. His release follows shortly after, his seed spilling in you. you fall limp against him to catch your breath. he wriggles out from under you and heads upstairs. you call after him but he doesn’t answer. you sigh and put your clothes back on before going to find him. he was in the shower when you got upstairs. you knock on his bathroom door. he grunts in response. 

 “did i do something wrong? i don’t understand why you’re acting like this.” you walk into the bathroom and slip out of your clothes before joining him in the shower. he ignores your presence. “hendery, please tell me if i did something-” “can you shut up?” he startles you, his voice loud.

 “what is the attitude about?” he scoffs before getting out and leaving you under the water.

 “you always have to be up my ass, that’s what. i rarely spend time with the boys anymore, you always have to tag along.” now it’s your turn to scoff at him. 

 “oh, so you’re just going to forget the two dates you blew off to go smoke with them? what about then, hendery?”

 “that isn’t even that deep. quit being a baby, y/n.” tears brim your eyes and you mumble for him to get out, to which he does. when you’re done, you stay in the bathroom for a while to calm down. fights like that had become more and more frequent between the two of you. just last week, he yelled at you infront of the others about something you couldn’t even control. someone had been flirting with you and you didn’t realize before hendery had. it really hurt your feelings and he never apoligized for it. when you step out of the bathroom, hendery is sitting on the bed smoking. you walk over to the bed and sit beside him.

 “i’m sorry for calling you a baby.” he passes you the blunt and you take it between your lips. you take a couple hits before speaking to him.

 “i think you need to lay off on the smoking, hendery. it makes you an asshole, but i still accept your apology. i’m sorry for all the times i’ve yelled at you.” he sighs.

 “y/n, im not gonna stop smoking just because you think it makes me an asshole.” you shoot him an incredulous look.

 “are you serious? because i think? no hendery, i know it makes you an asshole. you can ask anyone from our group and they’ll agree.” he rolls his eyes and finishes off the blunt before muttering about how you should get home. you scoff and storm out of his house.

the next morning, you wake up to 6 missed calls from kun and multiple texts and calls from hendery. you decide to call kun first. he picks up within the first ring.

 “y/n, can you please tell hendery that your not mad at him?”

 “i am, though.”

 “why? can you guys at least make up or something, he won’t stop calling me.” you sigh and tell him you’ll call but no promises. you press hendery’s contact and wait for him to pick up.

 “y/n, i’m sorry. i know you’re mad at me but i want to apoligize. i know i can be an asshole but i’m sorry.” you take a moment to process his quick speaking.

 “hendery, no matter how much of an asshole you are, i’m still your girlfriend and i love you, so i forgive you.” 

 “thank god, i’ll try to be better. do you want to come over?” hendery’s lack of ‘i love you too’ took you off guard. maybe he didn't hear you.

 “yea, that would be nice. are the boys going to be there?”

 “yeah, they were whining about how they missed you.” you giggle and tell him you’ll be over there soon before hanging up. you get dressed before heading to hendery’s house. when you get there, you don’t even knock on the door. you know the boys are downstairs already, so you head down there. ten and kun were smoking in a corner, yangyang, hendery, and xiaojun were playing video games, and sicheng was playing on his phone. you decided to sit beside him.

 “hey, y/n. we missed you.” sicheng gives you a side hug, squeezing you until you had to punch his arm. he snickered as he let go of you. “you guys made up i’m assuming?”

 “yea, like we always do.” you sigh at the fact that you and hendery fight so much it’s normal. he was almost always high when they would happen. your mental strength was drained from always dealing with it. so you took to smoking even more than usual to numb the pain. at first it was fine, but now you relied on it. you couldn’t sleep, or even get hungry without being high. your grades were shitty now, too. trying to hide that from your parents backfired. at first they were mad at you, but somehow it turned into a fight between them, and that caused you to get stressed even more. all the things were building up and having the pot seemed to help only a little. you were spiraling down a hole to no return. hendery didn’t even seem to notice, only sicheng did. he was always there for you when you were ignoring hendery. the past four months had turned you into someone else. if you asked your past self what they would be doing now, it would not be close to this. hendery had a tight hold on your mind, and you couldn’t force him to let go. everytime you planned to break up with him, you changed your mind. it was an endless cycle. screaming and crying in the night couldn’t help you. your parents sending you to therapy couldn’t help you. the drugs and alcohol couldn’t help you. the only thing that could help you was the very thing that hurt you. hendery. he always fixes the problems he causes.

 “like we always do.”

#nshitty-frathouse #unfortunatus: inferno #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #hendery #hendery x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #wayv smut #nct smut #wong kunhang