#please this is the funniest joke I’ll ever make

[matelothot]

Macbeth Act 1, Scene 3

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

FIRST WITCH:

#please this is the funniest joke I’ll ever make #macbeth #shakespeare memes #twilight #twilight renaissance #jacob black #where the hell have you been loca #shakespeare

[b4tasquad]

AHHH could you write abt meeting sharky’s siblings for the first time???

Authors note: yet another sharky imagine… and tbh I’m loving to write them. But please send me requests for other beta squad members/ other people (pinned post) and I’ll happily write. Hope you liked this one<3

Warnings: none

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“I actually think I’m going to throw up.”

Sat in Sharky’s car, you’re anxiously tapping your foot, a bad habit you’d been doing almost all your life. He had just parked in the driveway of his childhood home, and the nerves you had been feeling for the past few days slowly but surely started to appear again.

When your boyfriend of a couple of months suggested you meet his family, you were thrilled. Every girl loved a boy who took steps and showed initiative for the relationship to grow. Having not been the luckiest with guys earlier, you couldn’t feel better knowing Sharky was as genuine as they came.

Initially, you were supposed to meet the whole family over dinner, but when a family emergency came up you thought it was canceled. It wasn’t until a couple of hours ago, Sharky informed you that his little sister still wanted to meet you and would be able to.

Even if the rest of the family were gone, Sharky’s little sister Shakira was staying at home and insisted you still come over. The thing was that if it had been the original dinner plans, you would feel much more relieved. Not only would there be more people to keep the attention off of you, but you would have time to slowly build up your confidence by introducing yourself to everyone.

Now, with only Shakira there, you feared for the worst. What if she found it awkward? Or if she didn’t like you? Would she even approve?

Knowing how important the validation from his family was for Sharky, you tried your absolute best to look presentable. You were meeting a teenager, but still. They were opinionated, and some of those opinions they weren’t afraid to share.

Sharky laughs at your distressed look. “Babe, what’s the matter?” He asked genuinely, but you could still hear a tinge of humor in his voice. Typical him.

Your elbows are resting on your knees, face in your hands in the most dramatic position ever. How scared you were was starting to get ridiculous. “What if it all goes to shit?”

The YouTuber raises his brows at the mumble of words coming out of your mouth. He can faintly distinguish what you’re saying, but still questions either way. “What do you mean?”

Pulling away from your hands, you sideways glance at him. “What if she doesn’t like me, sharks.”

Usually, he would comment on the nickname you refused to stop calling him, but right now, even he could tell it wasn’t the right moment. He pulls your perfectly cured hair behind your ear, a show of affection as he leaves his hands tangled in your hair while caressing your cheek.

“There’s no reason for her not to like you,” he reassures. You had been sitting in the car for far too long, but Sharky didn’t care. “She knows how much you mean to me, and I’ve told her all about you. She loves you.”

“Swear you’re not just saying it to make me feel better?” You still want to make sure this isn’t some lie to bring a smile to your face.

Sharky quiets down, an awkward look on his face as he doesn’t speak. Reaching over, you hit him across the chest, a look of betrayal on your face.

“Sharky!”

“I’m joking.” He falls back into his seat in laughter, clutching his stomach like it was the funniest thing in the world. And to him it probably was. Annoying you must’ve been on the top 10 list of his favourite things to do on a daily. “I’m joking, I swear.”

Figuring facing his sister was better than watching him laugh at your misery, you unlock the door and get out. You can hear your boyfriend laugh even louder in the background before you close the door, silencing him for a second.

After the encouragement, you feel a newfound confidence, and even a little excitement to see a new side of Sharky and learn more about him. It wasn’t a secret that you were hopelessly in love with him. You made it clear to everyone with the way you looked at him. To meet his family, even if it was only his sister, meant much more to your than he knew.

Even in your faux annoyed state, you wait for your boyfriend, linking your hands together when he gets to you. With a smile on your face, you walk up to the front door. You’re about to ring the doorbell when Sharky playfully slaps your hand off the button.

“What are you doing?” He speaks, amused. Casually opening the door, he gestures for you to walk in and when you do he closes the door behind him. “Shakira!”

There’s no shame whatsoever present as he basically screams your ear off, calling for his sister. You look at him, casually throwing his shoes off and slap the back of his head. “What’s the matter with you? Why you trynna make me deaf?”

“Did you just hit me?” Sharky almost laughs in disbelief. You only nod.

“So what if I did?” You challenge. Your boyfriend chuckles with a straight face before nodding as if he’s accepting the “challenge” You think you're off the hook until he does something unexpected. Faster than you can even blink, he throws you over his shoulder. “Sharky!”

“Apologise.”

“What?”

“It’s simple.” He tells you, holding you tightly, and you can only imagine the grin on his face. “Apologise or I’ll hold you here for the rest of the evening.”

“I’d rather die.”

Someone clearing their throat interrupts you guys, and you’re left to slowly look up as you make eyecontact with Sharky’s younger sister. Between bickering with him, and being thrown over his shoulder you had completely forgotten the fact that you weren’t in the comfort of your home.

You almost yank yourself from his grip, stumbling to stand in embarrassment. Almost sure you had blown it and made a bad first impression you can’t help but feel a little defeated. But still, you put your hand out to greet her, feeling like it was better if you did it rather than your boyfriend.

“I’m Y/n” you introduce, putting on your best smile. The teenager just looks at you weirdly, and now you’re really fucking scared. You’re about to retract your outstretched hand when she gently pushes it away, and instead leaps forward for a hug. You’re quick to hug her back, already feeling comforted by her genuine acts.

“We’re best friends already.” She tells you simply, completely ignoring her brother as she pulls away from you.

“Oh?” You say, a smile on your face. “We are?”

“Sharky’s told me all about you already.” You turn to him, eyebrows raised. And he’s stood there with an “ I know exactly what she’s talking about but I’m gonna act like i have no idea to save myself the embarrassment”

“I wouldn’t say all about you.” He throws his sister a glare.

“You sat me down to tell me about her whole skincare, I think I can confidently say I know a little too much.” The two of you follow Sharky as he tries to walk away from the situation. With a grin on your face, you throw your arm around his middle, stopping him from running away.

“ I thought you said my skin care was too boring.”

“ It is.”

Shakira laughs. “Doesn’t explain why you explained step for step how she did it.”

You laugh alongside her as the two of you watch the boy free himself from your arms and throw his body on the couch. “ I already hate you two together.”

With a confident smile passed between each other you speak for both you and Shakira. “We’ll make a great team.”

#sharky #sharkyxreader #sharkyxyou #beta squad #fanfic #writing #fiction #youtube

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Can you please do hcs for the gang with a clumsy S/O?

A/N: Hey there! Thanks for requesting <3 you're super clumsy (love you anyways 💚) so I had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

DARRY CURTIS

It’s both a blessing and a curse to be clumsy and dating Darry, there’s pros and cons here guys

Pro, he’s super big and super strong and will never have any problems picking you up if you’ve fallen or carrying you around

I totally see him telling you you’re safer in his arms than on your own feet and then carrying you around when he’s in a playful mood

Con, this man stresses out so much and he worries so much about you and your clumsy habits

Especially if you get hurt, he’s all huffy as he patches you up but he will kiss wherever you’ve hurt yourself and murmur reassurances the whole time

Will tease you for being clumsy? But it’s loving teasing, he’s just messing around with you and having fun <3 

SODAPOP CURTIS

He’s clumsy-ish too? But his clumsy only adds an extra endearing quality to him-

Soda’s compared to a colt in the book, very excitable and I can definitely see him like jumping around so fast he knocks stuff over and little things like that 

Sodapop, ever the gentlemen, is going to offer to carry everything for you so you have less of a chance to drop it

Like his brother, I firmly believe that he’d just scoop you up instead of letting you walk

The image of him carrying you, a bridal carry ‘cause we’re romantic, down the street because you tripped over yourself playing football in the lot and rolled your ankle-

He’d sit you on the edge of the tub and crouch down in front of you, wrapping your ankle deftly, cracking jokes and grinning up at you with that movie-star smile of his

PONYBOY CURTIS

I feel like Ponyboy’s very clumsy? But it’s like an ugly-duckling kind of clumsy

Like he’s only clumsy because he hasn’t really grown into himself yet and once he starts hitting some of his later teen years, he’s pretty suave-ish

So he’s used to the clumsiness and kind of tunes into your clumsiness?

That doesn’t make sense so I’ll explain- Pony’s so used to your clumsiness that he knows when you’re going to run into things even if he’s not looking at you 

Like he can be laying on the couch, fully engrossed in a book and you walk in and he’ll immediately say something like “wall” and you learn to stop, step away from the the thing Ponyboy says and continue on

That’s his way of looking out for you, y’know? He tries his hardest to prevent any injuries your clumsiness may cause

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas with a clumsy S/O is actually the funniest and sweetest thing I’ve ever thought of

You’ve got Dally, calm, cool, and collected, leaning against the edge of buildings with a cigarette between his lips as he stares people into submission

And then there’s you, stumbling over the curb and falling almost onto your face when you tried to join him

You kind of ruin his ice-cold, bad boy image because he’s always having to reach out to catch you from falling and stooping to pick up what you’ve dropped but he can’t really bring himself to care

You’re a clumsy doll, but you’re his doll, and he thinks you’re awfully cute

He’s gonna roll his eyes and blow smoke in your face when you do something stupid like trip over your own feet and run into things but he does it all with the fondest smile

JOHNNY CADE

I think you’re gonna worry Johnny a lot, the poor boy is constantly keeping an eye on you and trying to lead you away from danger

But it's almost an exasperated kind of worry? Johnnycake just doesn’t understand how someone could be this clumsy

You drop things, run into stationary furniture, choke on air and trip over your own feet for crying out loud-

Johnny’s doing his best to keep you alive, okay?

This boy presses soft kisses to all of your random little bruises and you can’t tell me that he doesn’t

He winces every time he hears you fall and will call out to see if you’re alright, waiting patiently for you to reply before he goes to check on you 

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit is a clumsy mess. He just is. No room for debate here friends :)

He’s tall and lanky and sometimes a little drunk and he’s clumsy

The two of you are constantly holding onto each other so you don’t fall over but half the time you end up stumbling into each other's arms

But you guys are cute clumsy, you try to help each other out and it’s just really cute okay?

Both of you are constantly running into doors and dropping things

The gang just rolls their eyes whenever you guys trip over things or trip over each other-

STEVE RANDLE

Super worried part two! He’s concerned when it comes to your clumsiness and is worried about your safety <3

Will do his best to patch up any of your injuries but can’t help it if he’s a little rough, he makes up for it in kisses

I don’t think Steve would tease you for being clumsy?

Like- the occasional little remark about he can’t believe you did what you did, but he’s not gonna tease you like Dal or Curly or Tim

He thinks you’re cute baby! Really cute! Loves the way you smile sheepishly when you catch something you drop before it hits the ground

Steve just loves you okay? No matter what, no matter how clumsy, he just really loves you

TIM SHEPARD

To preface, Tim is the kind of guy who would watch you fall, not even flinch, and then calmly ask if you’re okay

If you are, he’ll silently offer you a hand to pick you back up with a wide smirk on his face

If you’re not? He’ll crouch down to your level and look over you, determining how bad it is before helping you back up

He’s surprisingly gentle if he has to patch up your cuts and scrapes and anything else you do to yourself? Very gentle hands

Tim’s gonna make so many jokes about your clumsiness but that’s a him only thing

Maybe he’ll let Curly and Angela get away with a joke or two, but if anyone says anything else, they’re getting a cold look from the head Shepard

CURLY SHEPARD

The teasing is ruthless I tell you, absolutely ruthless and you need to learn to expect nothing else from Curly

All of the teasing terms and his jokes, he thinks he’s funny guys

If you’re the kind of clumsy person who has a tendency to walk into furniture and door frames (that’s me guys), Curly is going to laugh at you  

But in reality, Curly thinks you’re super cute, he can’t keep back the soft smile when he sees you catch yourself from falling and you just look so proud of yourself

Wants to hold your hand when you’re walking and always makes sure to put you on the inside of the sidewalk when you’re around town, keeping you away from the edge so there’s a lesser chance of you falling into traffic

He makes sure that there’s always a handful of extra bandaids and stuff at the Shepard household so in case you end up cutting yourself or something while you’re over, he can help you out

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle #tim shepard #curly shepard #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #two bit mathews x reader #steve randle x reader #tim shepard x reader #curly shepard x reader

[newtonsheffield]

Oh my goodness - Neddy levitating Anthony is the funniest/cutest thing ever!!!

#women taken by the wind

Imagine Anthony just running in midair, going nowhere. That’s the scene Kate walked in on. And it’s happened before. Whenever Kate gets upset or stressed or experiences a strong emotions: she changes the weather. Neddy makes things float almost as soon as his powers come in when he’s eighteen months old.

And imagine Anthony’s panic when he’s giving Neddy his bath, Kate’s downstairs with Mary and Edwina and suddenly all of the bath water is floating in the air while Neddy giggles.

“Kate!” Anthony wasn’t proud of the shrill shout of his wife’s name. “Kate come here quickly please!”

He heard hurried footsteps on the stairs and his wife appeared flanked by her mother and sister.

“Oh my god.” Kate gasped, staring at him.

The water was hovering over Anthony’s head in a perfect sphere and Anthony swallowed, “Kate, babe, if this is one of you joking, please stop it.”

“It’s not us.” Mary gasped, clearly excited. All of them were.

“It’s Neddy.” Kate crowed, snapping her fingers, and the water fell back in the bath, Anthony protected by a protective bubble. “Oh he’s got his powers.”

“We’ll have to have a party.” Edwina said, kissing her Nephew while Anthony’s head swam. “Initiate him fully.”

“He’s… do they always get powers so little?”

Kate nodded, clapping Neddy’s hands, clearly beaming with pride, “We weren’t sure if he’d get any powers, or when obviously because you’re…”

“Not magical?” Anthony finished for his wife, kissing her cheek, a flutter of pride welling in his own chest.

“A dud.” Edwina teased him but that wasn’t what bothered him.

“Well, Neddy’s clearly very powerful.” Anthony grinned then he paused “It seems like a design flaw that you get your powers before you can talk completely.”

Mary smiled sympathetically, “I’ll admit, it’s a challenge. Wait until they become teenagers and they’re annoyed because you won’t let them do something and every time you go to start the car the keys disappear.”

Anthony turned to Edwina who rolled her eyes, “Okay, so I wasn’t a perfect teenager!”

#woman taken by the wind #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[sunshinebingo]

idk if your request is still open but i’ll try my luck 😭

could you please do a gwynriel angst where they have to attend a friend’s wedding party and their friends didn’t know they have broken up and they were forced into a seven minutes in heaven game but instead of what their friends have expected, the seven minutes turned out to be tears and heartbreak

i’m feeling kinda sad rn and this idea suddenly popped into my head. If you couldn’t do it, totally fine

Hi anon!! My request is always open so please feel free to send me any suggestion you might have.

Thank you so so much for having sent this one. It made me cry a bit ngl 😂 I hope you like it 🤭

Gwynriel - 1.8k - No warning - Angst only

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

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Love is a losing game

Some said better to love and lose than to have never known love. Right now, Gwyn wished she had never known love at all. As she watched the two newlyweds dressed in lace and silks whiter than the roses that filled the small garden, their eyes sparkling with happiness and love, their laughs rising above that of the small party who had gathered to celebrate this new step in their life, Gwyn saw what she would never have. And she wished, more than anything, that she had never known what being in love felt like.

Her own bridesmaid outfit was a mockery of it. The ivory dress that Emerie had wanted her chosen sisters to wear when walking her down the aisle had seemed to laugh at Gwyn with every step she had made, blue bouquet in hand, towards the alter. It was all a cruel, sick joke and she hated it. Hated herself for having so stupidly walked into it.

“Hey,” Nesta’s gentle voice broke through her thoughts.

Gwyn turned to look at sister, blinking away the tears of anger that had started to fill her eyes. Nesta narrowed her eyes inquisitively. “Are you okay?”

No.

“I am,” she offered Nesta one the fakest smile she had ever forced onto her face. Gwyn shrugged at her sister’s silent insistence. “I’m just so happy for them.”

Nesta laughed and picked up her crystal glass. “You’ve always been the most romantic of the three of us,” she said, referring to Gwyn, Emerie and herself. Emerie and Nesta. The only true loves of her life besides her twin and her mother.

“And the funniest,” Gwyn added with none of the joy that usually accompanied her sass.

“And the sweetest and the smartest,” Emerie chimed in across from them, fingers entwined in her new wife’s.

Nesta hummed her approval. Gwyn wondered how long it would take for them to notice the walls she had built around herself to hide her misery. She hoped that the cracks forming in this wall as she watched everyone’s happy faces would not make the whole thing crumble before she could get far away from them.

An eruption of voices caused another crack to form. It got worse when Cassian’s boisterous voice called her name on the other side of Nesta, along with another.

“Gwyn and Azriel. It’s time to find out the truth.”

Gwyn tensed and blurted a, “What?”

She felt a wave of panic rising. Gwyn internally added more bricks to her wall. She slammed her hands against the cracks even as more tears threatened to bring it all down. She couldn’t be weak. Not now. Not in front of him. Not ever.

Not now. Please. Please.

“We need to find out if you two can spend seven minutes in heaven and keep things clean,” Rhysand explained across from Cassian, no doubt mistaking her dread for confusion. His words settled in Gwyn before she could sigh at the fact that no one had yet learned the real truth.

Only then, hours after having stepped foot here, did she look at him for more than a second. His hazel eyes were already on her. Gwyn refused to read any emotion in them. She could not bear anymore lies from him.

“Come on Gwynnie,” Cassian went on. “We already placed the bets. And I know I will win because Az hasn’t stopped looking at you.”

Feyre giggled next to Rhys. “That’s nothing new Cass.”

“I know but it’s different today. His stare has been...,” Cassian placed a finger on his chin as though he was looking for the perfect word. “...harder,” he finally added with a wink that earned him a laugh from everyone around the table.

“It’s probably the white dress,” Mor wiggled her perfect eyebrows at Gwyn.

A flush crept up Gwyn’s cheeks. Not because of the insinuation from the beautiful blond, but because there had been a time where she would have believed everything that they were saying. What a fool she had been. What a stupid, romantic, naive fool.

“Oh that pretty blush is promising,” Nesta teased next to her. “Come on.”

Before she could give any response, Nesta was out of her chair and pulling Gwyn up by the arm. Next to her, Cassian had already pulled a semi-reluctant Azriel out of his seat and was dragging him across the garden towards the small shed.

All words evaded Gwyn. All she could focus on was trying to keep herself together. She could do this. Seven minutes. She would be strong. For seven minutes.

“And no less,” Cassian exclaimed after pushing both her and Azriel in the shed. Gwyn stared at the closed door after the loud click of the lock sounded from outside.

The silence in the small dark place was louder than the faint voices on the other side. It stretched on for what felt like ten times more than seven minutes. Everything was so still around her that despite having her back to him, Gwyn felt Azriel lift his hand and reach towards her.

“Gwy-,”

“Don’t,” she took a step to the side before he could touch her shoulder.

“Gwyn plea-,”

“Don’t,” she said more firmly. Though her next words came out in a whisper. “Please, don’t.”

She turned around and faced him. She begged her heart to keep quiet and pleaded with reason to not abandon her. This situation seemed like a mirror of the last time that they had been in the same room. Suddenly, the last month faded into nothing. Gwyn felt like she was still in his living room, staring into his eyes and wondering why on earth she had ever trusted him. It was pity for herself that she had felt before she had stormed out of his apartment that night.

“Gwyn. Please,” he took a step forward and she took one back. “Let me explain.”

“What I saw was explanation enough,” she snapped.

“It’s not what you think.” His voice was laced with impatience. If she believed in his lies, she would have also discerned hurt in it. But it was probably a bit of wishful thinking from her part.

Gwyn let out a sardonic laugh. “And what would you have thought, Azriel,” she spat his name like it had become the hardest thing for her to say, “if you had seen me doing what you were doing with her.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling on the dark strands in frustration like he usually did.

“It was a mistake. A huge, fucking mistake. And I regret every fucking second of it.”

“A mistake...,” Gwyn tasted the word on her tongue. It was the same word he had used that day. That same word that she had turned around and around in her head for the past month while she had thought back on the years that they had spent together.

“This should have never happened, you have to believe me.”

“But it did.”

“It was a fucking mistake.” That godforsaken word again. As if saying it enough times would remove his involvement in the act he had committed. “I swear love, I never wanted to hurt you. She - ”

“She what?” her voice rose above his and made him freeze. “Did she force you to do anything?”

Azriel didn’t react. His silence was answer enough. And when he kept staring at her with those deep hazel eyes that she adored so much, with that same intensity that had made her lose her godsdamned mind so many times since she had first looked into them, her wall crumbled. Her strength to keep it up left her, running away to the darkest corner of the shed along with her resolve to keep her mouth shut.

“I thought that you would be the one to finally make me believe that I deserve this kind of love. But y-you...,” she wasn’t sure what to say except that she had to let out what had been plaguing her mind for a whole month.

“I trusted you. I...”

He took another step towards her but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. She ignored what touching him was doing to her. Ignored that she wasn’t the only one that had touched him and kept talking despite her voice coming out as sobs

“I never forced you to stay with me. You always had a choice. And you chose to hurt me.”

“I didn’t want –,”

“BUT YOU DID,” she shouted.

She didn’t notice the sudden quiet of the voices outside nor did she care. Azriel fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Please, my love. This will never happen again.”

Looking at him like this made something twist inside Gwyn. Her whole body was trembling with anger and pain. An endless flow of tears started streaming down her face. How dare he make such empty promises after having ripped her heart out like he did.

“I know you still love me, Gwyn.”

She huffed. “Of course I love you.” There was no point in denying it. “I hate myself for loving you so much.”

Azriel grabbed one of her hands and brought it to his lips. “Please let me fix this. I love you more than anything.”

Another sentence that she had heard back then. As if trust could be fixed by simply snapping one’s fingers. As if those images that had haunted her for an entire month would disappear by simply piling new ones on top.

“If this is your idea of love, then it’s wrong,” she said, slowly removing her hand from his. She closed her eyes as she did so, knowing well that this would be last time she would ever let him touch her. Perhaps the last time she would ever let any man touch her. It seemed impossible in this moment that she would ever trust a man again with her heart. Not when it would always remain with the one kneeling at her feet. The sight was another mockery of the future she had dreamed for them. Another sick and cruel joke of life.

A knock sounded at the door followed by Cassian’s deep voice. “You still decent in there? Time’s over.”

Time wasn’t the only thing that was over. Gwyn was almost at the door when Azriel abruptly stood up and grabbed her wrist. Without even thinking, she turned around and slapped him so hard that the incessant knocking on the door stopped.

Azriel released her wrist and brought his hand to his cheek. His hazel eyes found hers again. His eyes were red and filled with tears, his expression full of something that she refused to acknowledge.

Since she had nothing left to say and so much more tears left to shed, Gwyn turned around and walked out, to somewhere she could mourn the loss of her heart.

#ANGST #Warning - No happy ending #I broke my own heart writing this #thank you anon! #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger

[modelbus]

Mabuheyyyy! sorry for the bad grammar, I'm writing this whilst in the ER lmao. May I please request Ranboo x NB/Male reader where reader is a well-known volleyball player from their university (idk how other countries treat their college sports, but in the Philippines we're really passionate about the University vs University sports where the players are basically celebrities).

Basically, reader gets interviewed after a game and the question "what was your most memorable game" was brought up. They recount their first out of school game in high school where they lost because someone from the other team kept winking and flirting with them. Boobers connect the dots as a joke, and reader makes a "oh shit, maybe?" kind of comment about it.

This this this this Are you okay though???

Pairing: CC!Ranboo x Male!Reader

Interesting Interview

“Congratulations on another spectacular win!” The interviewer says, shaking your hand.

You just grin, still flush with victory. Your volleyball game had just happened, and your team barely made it out with the win. The narrow games were both the best and the worst.

“How do you feel about how you played today?”

“We won, so pretty great!”

The interviewer laughs, looking at their camera. Really, you loved the interviews. That was probably part of the reason why you were one of the better-known players on your team. You took most interviews offered to you, short and long.

“I bet! You’ve been playing volleyball for a long time, right?”

“Oh yeah, since I was little. My parents had a net set up in the backyard and I just picked up a ball and started playing.”

That was pretty common knowledge which mean the interviewer had another question planned. Part of the thrill of the interviews was seeing what questions you’d be asked and if any of them would be new.

“So, you’ve played on a lot of teams. Which one has been your favorite?”

“If I don’t say this one, I’ll get kicked off.” You joke. “Seriously though, this one. Practices might be hard but there’s a great sense of community and I love all my teammates.”

Besides, who wouldn’t want to be on a winning team?

From the corner of your eye, you can see someone motion at the interviewer to hurry it up. Your coach probably wanted to go over the game with the team like he often did. The after-game interviews never lasted long.

“Do you have a favorite game you’ve played?”

“Whenever I win.”

The interviewer laughs. “Most memorable then.”

You’re about to repeat your previous answer when you hesitate. There was a game you couldn’t forget, even if it wasn’t because you won. Hell, you actually lost!

“I used to play on my high school volleyball team. In the first game at another school, there was a guy on the other team whose strategy was to try and distract us.”

“Distract you?”

“By winking.” You nod, laughing as you recall the conversations exchanged. “And flirting really badly.”

If you’re remembering correctly, he asked if you “came here often.” Instead of ignoring him you responded, throwing his tactic back in his face by saying “only for the balls.” It was the funniest game you’ve ever played and probably ever will play.

The craziest part was his banter fucking worked! By the end of the game, you were a little flustered and your team had been thoroughly distracted.

“That does sound memorable.” The interviewer agrees. “Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions!"

“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” You say honestly.

“Have a good day!”

“You too!” With the interview over, you head off.

You really should be thinking about the game. How you played, what you could do better. But the interview’s thrown you off like never before. Normally you're good at not spending time thinking about interviews which was why your coach didn't mind them.

Yet here you were. As your coach talks about something, you’re too busy thinking of that guy at your high school game to even hear what he’s saying. The guy you never even learned the name of.

-

Your Twitter is blowing up. You had quite a lot of followers before, but you’ve gained almost ten thousand overnight. There are even more people tweeting at you or tagging you in posts! It’s like you’re experiencing fame, part two. And the reason for it all?

The question you answered last night. Your most memorable game.

Apparently, fans of some streamer called Ranboo thought he was your flirting volleyball guy. Or at least that’s what the Twitter trending description said.

The first thing you do is make a tweet stating you have no idea who Ranboo is, but for all you know, it could actually be him. The second thing you do is try to find his face somewhere. Yeah, that one’s a bit more difficult. Turns out he’s faceless, or something like that.

You didn’t think answering an interview question would land you in a Twitter mess, but here you were. Number one on trending in the United States, rapidly gaining followers, and so confused. Confused but a little hopeful.

Twitter was known for finding people, but what were the odds it found a guy who you jokingly flirted with years ago? Apparently pretty high.

Opening Twitter again, you think about maybe sending a message to Ranboo. He had three million Twitter followers, but you were verified and currently trending with him. There was a high chance of him seeing it. But what if Twitter was wrong? What if you're about to embarrass yourself to a total stranger?

As you contemplate it, a notification appears in your messages. It’s almost like someone just read your mind with how perfect the timing is.

It’s Ranboo, verified check mark and all. His message is short, but it makes you split into a grin all the same.

Three words:

Come here often?

#ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo imagine #ranboo mcyt #ranboo dsmp #dsmp #mcyt #ranboo my beloved

[theonethatyaks93]

Animaniacs Season 3 Episodes 3-10 Opinions

Spoiler Warning: This review will give major spoilers for certain episodes of this show. Proceed at your own risk.

Hi guys. Listen, I think Season 3 was pretty strong and it improved after the first two episodes. However, the ending made me very pissed and I am kind of having an emotional moment right now. I just can’t believe that it’s over. And I can’t believe that it ended so poorly. I don’t think I’ll ever watch that last episode again, except for the cold opening. I just feel like the ending kind of lied to us. We got a Pinky and The Brain cold opening, not a full segment, and while it was good, for this to be the last appearance of the mice just makes me sad. The final segment also dragged on way too long and it just abruptly ended in a not funny way. This review will mainly focus on Pinky and The Brain, but I loved a few Warners segments such as “Warner Games”, “Santamaniacs”, “Island of Dr. Warneau”, and “Über Nachtmare”. Anyways, lets get on with the reviews.

“Talladega Mice” was one of the most surprisingly amazing segments of the entire reboot. I loved how it contained some references to older episodes and it was full of charming moments. I also loved how it focued on Pinky and his minor anxiety problems, with Brain having to calm him down to survive. This episode had the funniest moments in the entire third season, with me laughing for a solid 2+ minutes after watching this. I loved how it shows a softer side of Brain, with him using impressions to calm Pinky down. He also engages in an adorable tickle fight (Brain’s ticklish you guys!) and even allows Pinky to suck on his finger when he gets too stressed out. I feel really comfortable in saying that this segment felt very realistic in its portrayal of anxiety, stress, and the ways to cope with it. I relate to Pinky immensely here since I also have stress problems and need things to distract myself from them. I can safely say that this is a must-watch with hilarious moments, and some underlying messages.

“Mad Mouse: Furry Road” was a great, but not amazing segment. I was let down a bit, but I still found this fun and engaging. I loved Pinky’s sense of humor and Brain was also enjoyable. I think the animation was impressive and some of the moments between the mice were cute. While I think that it suffered from slow pacing at moments and not every joke was a slam dunk, (Also, that gross-out joke was not necessary, but shockingly, I’ve seen worse!) I still think that this is a decent watch.

“Groundmouse Day” was very funny and cute! I loved Brain and how he grew more and more insane after the day kept repeating. I loved Egwind and his cameo and Pinky was as adorable as he was funny. That moment when Pinky kissed Brain goodnight was one of the most pure and wholesome moments in the reboot (also Pinky is gay and so is Brain!). I loved the ending twist and I really felt every emotion seep from the screen. The expressions were wonderful and I loved all the Groundhog Day references. I felt really happy after watching this and I just feel like things were handled very well. Overall, I recommend this segment!

“All’s Fair in Love and Door” was hands-down the best episode from season 3. The drama, the comedy, the high-stakes, it was all amazing. Julia was as insane and hilarious as ever and Pinky deserves all the happiness. Also, Pinky and Brain love each other!!! The end blew my mind and I was very satisfied. I loved all the emotions and how realistic they all felt. I was surprised by a few things in this segment such as Brain covering Pinky to protect him from Julia (that jump was hilarious tho) and the real Julia showing up at the end! Please make a movie with Julia in it!!! The premise of this episode was extremely well-planned and all the VA’s did fantastic jobs with everything. This was the most surprising episode of the show in terms of twists and turns. Go watch this right now!!! I think this episode is worth your time!!

“How The Brain Thieved Christmas” was the episode that got me to cry. Yeah I know it’s cliche for me to like the Christmas episode but I did. The episode balanced perfect comedy, references, and genuine heart into one package. The first part was funny and engaging. The second part was tense and heartwarming. And when Pinky told Brain that he loved him, I screamed! I loved the Pinky dolls (especially the muscular one) and the moment when Pinky posed seductively was hilarious. The moment that got me was when Brain received the thing he needed to tack over the world from Pinky and he starts crying a little. The moment when all the characters sang “Silent Night” made me start getting a little steamy eyed. Pinky has the voice of an angel. I laughed when Brain finished the song at the end and I felt so warm and fuzzy after this episode; it was so good! Pinky and Brain truly care and love each other and I personally think that Brinky is canon now. This wasn’t as good as “A Pinky and The Brain Christmas” but I still felt emotions while watching this. I was also not happy that the show was ending, and I did a little ugly cry after watching, but still. A great Christmas episode with a fantastic ending, I couldn’t recommend this more.

“International Mouse of Mystery” was a huge letdown! I thought this was a full segment, but it was only a cold-opening?!! We were ripped off! Still it was a good opening with a pretty good song. Pinky is truly the second best singer on the show, without a doubt! I loved the animation and I think that this further hints at Brinky. Also, Pinky looks fabulous!! It’s a great idea, but it was just too short. If this is the last thing we see from the mice duo, I’ll be disappointed. Overall, not bad but just a huge disappointment and we were robbed of a proper conclusion.

All in all, I think this season was pretty solid. The ending was un-satisfying and there were a few moments of season 1’s weaker segments, but I still think this was better than the first season. Season 2 still is the best overall, but there were some great moments here. Just don’t watch the last episode except for the cold-opening if you want to keep you sanity and emotions in-check. I’ll still be talking about Pinky and The Brain constantly and I truly don’t think that this is the end of the franchise. Also, Brinky is canon!!!! Thank you guys so much for reading this!! I hope you enjoyed season 3!

#brinky #pinky and the brain #patb #animaniacs s3 #animaniacs spoilers #brinky is canon #gay mice #season three opinions #I love these mice so much! #I’m actually crying that this is over

[toomuchracket]

yes! Bday party reader reposting his story about IQs like ‘ok bet. I’ll leave your bags on the driveway’ and Matty is so completely HUMBLED. twitter never let him live it down

real shit. like fair enough you know he's joking (as does everyone else, because he's a well-documented simp lmao), but you do think it's in poor taste so you decide to fuck with him a little bit. like you said, you repost his story and say "putting your stuff onto the driveway as we speak (i am however keeping the mazzy star t shirt)", and then post a screenshot of matty's texts to you like "please tell me you're kidding. i was kidding. you're so much smarter than me and i love it. please don't actually kick me out i love you i'm sorry i'll do anything you want me to do to make it up to you" lol. and everyone's like "oh wow she really got him there he's so whipped lmaoooooo that's mother", and he literally does not hear the end of it ever. and i think maybe for the rest of the week your stories are just you going about daily life and matty following you like a little lost puppy ready to indulge your every whim - well, even more so than usual lmao - and his are literally a highlight reel of the funniest texts you've ever sent him (of which there are MANY) captioned like "she's funnier AND smarter than me and i'm grateful she lets me smash. sometimes being a simp is ok, boys, but don't overdo it" and you reply like "yeah, like you're doing now, babe lol" and matty's like "smh i literally cannot win 😔". but yeah, whenever he fucks up he's pretty good at grovelling and then implementing changes for the better (and also at apology/make-up sex. takes munch to a whole new level lol) <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #into the birthday partyverse

[lewisvinga]

bee mine | huening bahiyyih x fem! reader

requested; yes

request; hiii can you do fluff w huba (keipler) where she confesses to the reader after being friends for 3 years. ^^

warnings; none

kep1er masterlist!

Bahiyyih quickly realized into your friendship that what she felt for you was not platonic, in fact it was the opposite. She’s had the biggest crush on you for the past 3 years ever since you became friends. She was obsessed with you to say the least.

You two were constantly hanging out. She loved spending her free time with you. Any break she had from practice or in between comebacks, she wanted to spend her time with you. She assumed you would never like her back which wasn’t the case at all.

You were equally as obsessed but you just weren’t as obvious. You didn’t come to terms with your feelings until very recently, unlike Bahiyyih who realized 2 weeks into your friendship.

Her members, Kep1er, knew all about you. She spent her nights telling Hikaru and Youngeun everything you did earlier that day. She’ll tell Yujin, Mashiro, and Xiaoting all about your likes and dislikes whenever they cook. Meanwhile Chaehyun, Dayeon, and Yeseo always hears her talk about your favorite things and activities.

It was obvious she was in love with you. Another night was spent with Bahiyyih telling Hikaru and Youngeun about the food you two made earlier.

“Oh and she kept making the funniest jokes! One time, we were-“

“Just ask her out! Please, we’re begging you!” Hikaru exclaims, grabbing onto Bahiyyih’s shoulders and shaking her. “I’m basically her best friend too at this point! You talk about her so much. Just ask her out!”

The blonde pouts, trying not to smile at her outburst. “She doesn’t like me anyways!”

“Yes she does.” Youngeun replies. She runs her hands through her hair, turning to her. “She’s obsessed with you! It’s so obvious. She looks at you the same way you look at her. Bake her something, write out your confession on like a cake and give it to her!”

Bahiyyih eyes and mouth widened. “Youngeunie, you are a genius!” She shouts as she runs out of their shared room. Youngeun and Hikaru look at each other with three faces as they hear the sounds of pots falling. They high fives each other before bursting into laughter.

.•° ✿ °•.

Bahiyyih takes a deep breath as she rapidly knocks on your door. She was filled with every emotion possible. She was nervous yet excited. She holds on tightly onto the tray of cupcakes she spent all night baking as she waited for you.

“Hiyyih!” You say in shock as you open the door. “We were supposed to meet up later, why are you hear early?”

“Because!” She exclaims as you let her in. She heads straight for your dining room and sets the tray on the table. “I have something very important to tell you that has been on my mind for 3 whole years! I am also running on 2 hours of sleep and an iced americano.” She says in one breath. She takes a deep breath as she takes the cover of the tray revealing a bunch of cupcakes.

Most were decorated with bees and the color yellow. Two cupcakes were next to each other that had “I like U” written in frosting. A big one in the middle caught your eye. “Bee Mine” was written in a bright yellow on a cupcake.

“Hiyyih? What’s-What’s this?” you ask her, looking up with confusion all over your face.

Bahiyyih nervously laughs. “I’ve liked you. I’ve liked you since we met 3 years ago. I like you too much that I can’t stop thinking about you, y/n! I want to be with you, so.” She grabs the big cupcake in the middle and holds it out. She smiles widely before continuing, “So, bee mine?”

She continues to stare at you with a nervous smile. You snort at her anxious foot tapping. You lean in close to her. “I’ll ‘bee yours’, Hiyyih.” Her face immediately lit up after hearing your words. “It felt like I waited so long. You aren’t the most secretive you know.”

“I’ve been told.” Bahiyyih laughs as she remembers all the times her members have pointed out how obvious she was. “So does this make us girlfriends.”

You nod, grabbing her hand. “Girlfriends now.”

“Wait until I tell Hikaru and Youngeun about this! They’ll be so proud!”

#kep1er scenarios #kep1er imagines #kep1er headcanons #kep1er reactions #bahiyyih x reader #huening bahiyyih x reader

[scrylirious]

i just need people to know that i regard timothy drake with the same disdain and respect that i felt growing up with my older brothers.

like— i can’t help but love you. its quite literally out of my control. biology and instinct outweigh my desire to see you shipped off to a faraway country where i’ll never have to see you again. all of my friends have crushes on you but they dont know that you call them my “dumb baby friends” and joke about scaring the shit out of them at my sleepovers. girls try to befriend me just to get closer to you and i don’t know why. stop stealing my socks. you’ll still play barbies with me if i beg hard enough, but you dont play correctly. why do you have to pretend to shoot my barbie? you both like each other more than you like me and i battle with wanting to be liked the most. you make me a bowl of ramen without asking when you make one for yourself. sometimes you talk to me outside of my classroom and sometimes you ignore me in the hallway. everyone knows we’re related and they can’t figure out why we beat on each other. you tripped me in front of mom and laughed. i hit you with the strap of my backpack and you laughed harder. why are you the two funniest people i know? i love you so much. i hate you. stop using my toothbrush. dad called and said you need to change my oil for me. i cant keep doing your math homework for you. thanks for letting me sleep in your bed tonight. get the fuck out of my room. which one of you stole my charger? please don’t ever kick me out of the group chat. i wish you’d stop growing up and move back.

i dont feel like i explained it very well. tim drake is essentially not a character i would willingly choose to like or read about or write about. i cant escape the instinct to love him. i find him insufferable. i cant help but enjoy him. i like what he becomes when i write him. i want to see him squirm under a microscope. most fic writers do him a huge disservice by not leaning into his messiness. the idea that he’s some beautiful little twink is absurd. i love him by proxy of dick and jason and damian and cass. he grates my nerves and i am obsessed with that feeling. i wanna strangle him. i cant help but adore him. dick grayson loves him, how can i not? i wish jason and damian would break his arm.

#i speak #this is truly just a way for me to pour out my love for my brothers #kai and maverick you are the bane of my existence #the true reason why i love the robins: i am burdened with the weight of loving my brothers #tim drake truthers this is not a hate post i swear #tim drake

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Always There - Marcel Barthel x Reader

Figured I’d get the Marcel one out of my way while I could. I’ve been having some German feels for a while (who can blame me though? )

I do apologize now for any INCORRECT translations. I do NOT know German well enough, I know about 5-6 words and that’s it. (Yes, No, Hello, Love, Ambulance and Hospital. The necessities) 

Y/N = Your name

If you don’t like Ember Moon, Kacy or Kayden, feel free to think up your own NXT roommate situation for a TakeOver event. That’s where I thought this would be at -shrug- 

EDITED IN: Original Tag List @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

Tagging those who Requested Marcel!  @barthelsimperium

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Letting out a deep breath, I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed I was sharing with Ember. The red light read 3:29. Frowning, I looked at my other two roommates, Kacey and Kayden, who were also fast asleep much like Ember.

“So unfair…” I sighed.

This was now night three of no sleep. I knew I had to do something—if it kept going, Hunter was bound to realize, and not only that I could accidentally hurt someone in the ring. What could I do though?

Back home, I’d get up and make myself busy—but I didn’t want to wake up my friends.

Friends…

“Just find me, liebe. I don’t care what the time is!”

Marcel’s words came crashing into my fore-thought, causing me to purse my lips. I couldn’t actually just stroll to his room and wake him up at this ungodly hour… could I? Ember would never let me live it down, if she found out I went to his room this late at night. She’s the only one I have ever told my feelings towards. The only one who knew I loved Marcel, my impeccable German.

On screen, he was cold, cunning, methodical and egotistical. Behind the screen though? Marcel Barthel was the funniest, kindest and most considerate guy I had ever known. Our friendship had started out a bit oddly, as somehow his suitcase had ended up in the women’s locker room and I, of course, was the one to return it to him. He was clearly confused and embarrassed, but thankful all the same. I had cracked a joke that if he wanted to spend time with me all he had to do was ask—and upon hearing the chuckle from Fabian, I quickly excused myself in embarrassment, barely hearing Marcel speak to Fabian as I left.

“Lach nicht uber sie!”  ((ts: Don’t laugh at them))

Later that night, Marcel had found me backstage, quickly taking a seat beside me and leaning back slightly.

“You said if I wanted to spend time, all I need to do was ask,” he explained, causing me to go red from embarrassment.

“I-it was a joke… You don’t have to—”

“You may have been joking, but I’m not, Kleiner.”  ((ts: little one)) 

“I…. have no idea what that means.”

He only laughed in response, shaking his head slightly, promising me,” I’ll teach you some words.”

I smiled at the memory, before glancing a risk at the clock once more.

3:36

Fuck it, I decided. Carefully as I could, I pushed back the covers and climbed out of the warm cocoon I had made. Grabbing my wallet on the way by the tv stand, I tiptoed to the door and as quietly as I could, opened the door and snuck out, closing it with a soft click behind me. Gnawing on my bottom lip as I walked up the steps to the floor above, I thought about how close Marcel was to me—how close in my heart he always was.

Holidays, bright and early (even despite time zone differences) we’d be the first to wish one another a happy holiday; happy birthday—new years. When we’d both be at an event, we’d seek the other one out.

Marcel hadn’t taught me the translation for liebe yet, but since he was always calling me it, I had decided to ask Fabian one night, when Marcel was off getting something to drink.

“Heh, I don’t think I should be the one to tell you, Principessa.”  ((ts: Princess))

“Oh, come on—please? If you don’t I’ll just look it up online. C’mon Fabian, please?”

“Alright, alright—love,” Fabian answered, his eyes going over my shoulder for a second, before his voice lowered,” Liebe means love.”

Love.

Did it mean Marcel loved me the same way I did him? Probably not.

But it still made me feel happy, like I mattered to at least someone. Coming to a stop at room 329, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty-five seconds.

Nothing.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting the urge to just go back downstairs to my own room, I tentatively knocked once again, two short, soft bumps on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten—

The door opened slowly, catching me by surprise as I looked up from the floor. There before me stood a hooded-eyed, bed-headed Marcel, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. When he realized who it was, he seemed to wake up a bit.

“Liebe? Is everything In Ordnung?”    ((ts: alright))

“Uh, yeah. No. It’s fine…. Uh… I just… you said to…” Everything I said was coming out jumbled, and I could see Marcel trying to make sense of it all,” Sorry I bothered you this late—I’ll just—sorry, go back to sleep—” I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard his voice call my name.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, please, just—go back—”

“Hör auf, dich zu entschuldigen!” I heard Marcel snap, before his voice softened,” Komm schon, come.”   ((ts: Stop apologizing / come on))

With uncertain steps, I slowly walked back over to his open door, shivers running down my spine when I felt his hand gently rest on my back, ushering me in at my own pace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marcel asked as he closed the door behind us.

I shook my head, unsure if he could even see it in the darkness of the room,” Sorry, I just—”

“Liebe—stop saying sorry.”

Without needing to see him, I knew there was a frown on his face.

“Sor–…..”

In the darkness, I heard him give a small sigh, before suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him,” I told you, you can come to me at times like this. There’s no need to apologize for it.”

“It’s just… it’s so late—or… early—I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“Don’t worry about that, okay? Come, make yourself comfortable.”

I felt his hand gently take my own and lead me towards the bed.

“W—what about Fabian? Will he—”

“Don’t worry about him, liebe,” Marcel gave a soft chuckle,” He’s a deep sleeper.” His hand left mine, and I could hear him get back into his bed.

Do I?

Don’t I?

“You won’t have a chance to get any sleep standing there, come on.” I heard him pat the space beside him and I was beyond grateful for the darkness in the room- otherwise he would be able to see how red my face was right now. Slowly, I peeled back the covers on the empty side and slid underneath, careful to not touch Marcel in anyway- which he must have noticed.

“I don’t bite, liebe.”

“Why do you call me that?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had to know—needed to know. Marcel grew quiet for a few moments and I feared he wouldn’t answer me, until I felt his hand gently creep over mine once more and slowly pull me towards him. Wordlessly, I felt him softly pull me as close to his body as possible, laying right beside him, my head on his bare chest.

“Because… Du bedeute mir die Welt…I love you…” I could hear the uncertainty and the hope in his statement, and I couldn’t help the smile the slowly grew on my face,” We’ll talk more tomorrow, liebe. For now… get some sleep.”   ((ts: You mean the world to me))

Slowly nodding my head, I let my body relax into his embrace and before I knew it my eyes got heavy—and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

No more sleepless nights, no more uncertainty.

I was loved.

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #imagine #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #Marcel x Reader #Marcel Barthel #NXT #NXT UK #fluff

[insane4fandoms]

Not Your Captain | Iswm x reader Pt. 2

Summary: Conflicted, Mack must make a decision of choosing between power or his Captain, with the help of the crew. Wilford takes notice, and decides to make the decision for him.

Length: 1,900 words

Warning: Violence, Jealous crew, Unhinged Wilford

Ready to go, @crazy-obsessed-enby!

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Mack froze, finger hovering over the screen, not believing what Wil said.

“What?” He quietly said, looking at him with a shocked expression.

“I already sent a request to the mothership a long time ago, and they accepted to replace your Captain with another,” Wil replied with a simple wave of his hand.

“I didn’t come to this… ‘ship’ just to visit them,” Wil let out a laugh, as if Mack said the funniest joke ever. Mack had so many thoughts in his head. Did you know? Even if you did, would you leave so easily?

“You didn’t confide with our Captain, they would’ve said something to us about this. What makes you think they’ll go with you?” The amount of venom he had in his voice surprised even himself, but Wil didn’t acknowledge it and continued on.

“They’ll come with me. They’re always desperate to please their Captain,” He shrugged.

“Without them, who will be our captain?” Mack pushed on, wanting to tru and figure out the reason he’s taking his Captain.

“You of course! You have everything under control, you don’t need them!” Wil smiled widely at Mack, taking a step closer to him, which Mack took a step back.

“They’ll only get in the way. They’ve been here for, what? 1 year? And you’ve been on this ship since forever. Let’s face it Mat-” Wil continued with his speech.

“Mack,” Mack cut him off, which made Wil paused for a second, but continued.

“You wanted to get rid of them the moment they got on board,” He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“This is your chance,” Mack never felt so cold. How did Wil know about that? Did you tell him? Why would you do that? You said it was just between you and him. Guess you really would do anything for Wil.

“Well then! No time to dilly dally! I’ll be leaving in a day or two, with my sugarplum,” Wil straightened up and fixed his bowtie. He turned to leave, but raised his finger.

“Oh! And worry about your ‘Captain’, after all,” Wil gave Mack a look that made Mack uneasy. There were very few things that scared him, but the way Wil looked at Captain… It worried him.

“They weren’t yours to begin with,”

Mack said nothing as he watched Wil walk away, thinking about what Wil said. He could officially be Captain? Mack felt something in his stomach, but it wasn’t his usual pride, but something else.

“Mack?” He went back to reality once he realized a hand was waving in front of his face. It was Mark, giving him a concerned look. He turned to face him, and noticed that the crew were here.

“You didn’t acknowledge us when we got here, you blanked out. Are you okay?” Celci hugged her arms and gave a worried look. Mack opened his mouth to say anything, but felt like his voice disappeared.

Say something, he thought. But the dark side of him is saying don’t. You always wanted to be Captain, this is your chance! Why bother with them anyways? Because… because…

“Wilford is taking our captain away,”

Then chaos erupted.

Everyone started talking over each other. Gunther angrily shouting, Burt all saddened, Celci arguing, and Mark basically bawling his eyes out. Mack stayed quiet again, not able to say anything.

“Okay, everyone quiet!” Celci finally shouted and calmed everyone down, except for Mark, who was crying on her shoulder.

“It’s clear that Captain doesn’t know about this, they tell Mark about everything and because of his reaction,” She motioned to the sulking Mark.

“They’re unknown to this, so we have time to stop this entire thing,” Celci continued, which made the others nod.

“Mark and Mack, you two find Captain and tell them about what Wilford wants. Now!” She ushered the two head engineers off, which they did and snuck around the ship, wanting to avoid Wil.

Eventually, Mack peered over a corner, and spotted a familiar uniform. He finally saw you in the lunchroom, sipping your coffee with a happy look on your face. Just as Mack was about to speak, Mark was right behind him and shouted, hurting the other engineer’s ear.

“Captain!!” Mark called out for you, which made you turn around and smiled at the two.

“Hey you two, you’re just in time. I was going to show Captain Wil the Reactor, so I need both of you to help,” You beamed at them, setting the cup down and waving them over. The two looked at each other and Mark cleared his throat.

“Captain, about Wil. There’s something you need to know about-” He started, but you gave him a pat on the head.

“There’s nothing I don’t know about my Captain, and I’m finally going to show him how much I’ve grown!” You smiled at him.

“And that’s the problem, you can’t trust him, Captain!” Mark pushed further, but you just waved a hand.

“You trust me as much as I trust Captain Wil. There’s nothing to worry about,” Mack was getting more anxious, see you leaving. What if Wil ambushes you? What if he just takes you by force? Is he going to kidnap you? Like hell he will.

“Captain please-” Mark was going to please more, but Mack pushed him aside and grabbed your arm harshly. You jumped at the sudden pain and turn to him, and he immediately loosened his grip at the sight of your sudden scared expression.

“Captain Wil is transferring you back to his ship!” Mack suddenly shouted, which made you freeze in your steps. You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. You turned to Mark, who gave a sad nod, feeling like he was going to cry again.

That’s when you slowly sat down, not wanting to believe that your old Captain would do that to you. To take you away from your crew, your ship, your little family. The two engineers sat beside you, Mark comforting you with a hand on your leg.

“We didn't know if he told you about it or not, or if he was going to forcibly take you, but we couldn’t let that happen!” He said, sniffing at the thought of you gone.

“He explained all about it to Mack, thinking Mack will take the role as captain, but he warned us about it,” Mark explained, motioning to the other head engineer.

“Mack…?” You looked at him, head tilted, which caused Mack to suddenly feel embarrassed.

“Captain… I don’t want you to go,” That made you stare at him with a surprised look. Mack was avoiding eye contact with you, face turning a little red.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen on the Invincible II. You are so amazing,” Mark piped in, leaning his head against your shoulder. You looked at your head engineers, and at your hands, where the former warp crystal once laid.

“I thought that Wilford changed… but he never does,” You confessed to him, rubbing your face tiredly.

“What he said warped my head, thinking that my memories were wrong. But I remembered what he did…” You remembered what he finally did. At the interview, at the manor, shooting you and… being stuck in that god forsaken mirror.

You felt a hand on your cheek, and turned to see Mark gently wiping tears away from your face. That also made you realize you were crying.

“Captain, it’s okay. We won’t let him hurt you. We’ll do anything for you,” Mark gave a reassured smile. Mack slowly, and hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, and gave you a tiny smile.

“We’re here for you,” He mumbled quietly, and you knew he genuinely meant it. You fully wiped the tears away and smiled at him.

You looked outside into the wide open void of space. You were used to seeing all of those corpses floating in space, the corpses of your failed attempts to make things right. And you finally had a loop that you could no longer see them, why should you give that up for one man?

“I’ve spent an eternity in hell, trying to have a perfect reality…” You mumbled, causing Mark and Mack to look at you. You slowly stood up and turned to them.

“And I’m not going let Wilford throw everything away, just for his games,” You gave them a determined look and you cracked your knuckles turning to the door.

“Captain, where are you going?” Mark asked as you fixed your uniform and gave them thumbs up.

“Distract Wilford, make sure he doesn’t get to me at the main controls,” You simply said and turned to run down the hall. Mack called after you, but you were gone.

“Come on, Mack, we need the others,” Mark interrupted him, tilting his head over the end of the hall. Mack gave one more look over to where you ran off to, and sighed.

“Let’s go,”

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“Just distract him, and Captain will do the rest,” Mack explained to the crew, who were in the former warped core room.

“They said that he likes interviewing people and talks about insane things. He also likes to talk about what he does and who he is a lot,” Mark piped in, looking around to make sure Wil wasn't around them.

“So, he’s as egotistical as Mack?” Celci raised an eyebrow, which made Gunther snort. Burt shook his head as Mack glared at Celci.

“I don't think anyone can reach his ego levels,” Mark nonchalantly said, and Mack elbowed him at the side.

“Anyways, let’s go right now before Wil gets to the Captain again,” Mack cleared his throat and motioned his hand to the crew, who got ready to get into action, but a voice was heard across the hall.

“I’m afraid you can’t do that,” Everyone froze, turning around to face Wil, who was standing down the hall, eyes glowing and head tilted as if he was curious.

“We heard your plan to take Captain away from us, and like hell we’ll let you take them away,” Celci accusingly stated, glaring at the man.

“Captain doesn’t want to go with you, they said so themselves,” Gunther took his sunglasses and growled.

“What Captain wants and needs is on this ship. Never on yours to be used for bad deeds,” Burt firmly said, crossing his arms.

“You need to leave now, Captain doesn’t approve of your surprise,” Mack lowly mumbled, clenching his fist.

“I’m not leaving this ship until part 3, because this story is getting longer than expected!” Wil stomped his foot, pouting and took a step closer to them, but Gunther readied his hand at his gun holster, warning him.

“You are leaving, without our Captain,” Mark lowly sneered, glaring at Wil. The man paused for a moment, then gave a dramatic sigh.

“Well then, my dear extras,” Wil mocked a sad look, and took out a gun from his hidden holster. That made Gunther take his own gun out immediately and aimed it at Wil. Burt instinctively pushed Celci, Mark, and Mack back while gripping his wrench.

“Your time of being characters in this story has ended,” Wil giggled loudly and waved his gun towards Mack’s direction.

“Don’t worry, you just have a bug on your face,” Wil grinned, and cocked his gun.

“Now, don’t. Move. A muscle,”

BANG

#in space with markiplier #iswm mack #iswm mark #iswm celci #iswm #iswm burt #iswm gunther #wilford warfstache #iswm x reader

[blushingquincy]

The Complete Guide to Falling for the Freak

by: blushingquincy

Allison Campbell has it all: a big house, good grades, and popularity—but underneath all of that, behind the perfect girl next door facade, is truly where it gets interesting. When she gets stuck tutoring the notorious Freak of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson, her life takes unexpected turns as she battles her step dad, her awful friends and, most importantly, falling in love for the first time.

⚠️WARNING: smut, cussing, bullying, domestic violence, abuse, drug use, underage drinking. I’ll add more warnings as I update

This is my first fic! I’m fairly new to writing so please give your opinions! Not sure how many chapters this will be. I’m thinking 15-20 maybe more who knows ;) Without further ado let’s get into it.

Chapter 1: He’s just the worst.

November 17, 1986

Mornings are a mundane ordeal in the Campbell household, always the same. Brenda Campbell, the obedient little housewife she is, is always in the kitchen by the time Allison comes downstairs. Her step-father, Dan—Dan The Dictator, she likes to call him—sits at his usual spot at the dining room table, reading a newspaper and making snide comments about how the food smells, even though he's going to scarf it all down anyway.

Pig, Allison thinks. She slips into her seat silently, munching on a dry piece of toast as fast as she can without earning the wrath of her step-father.

She fails.

"Slow down, Ali, the food isn't going anywhere," he says. "People are gonna mistake you for a pig if you keep that up." He oinks, then chuckles to himself like this is the funniest joke he's ever heard.

Allison bites down both the toast and the sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue. She looks back at him as she wipes crumbs from the side of her mouth, eyes flickering down to look at his—no, her actual dad's tie.

I hope you get hit by a bus, she thinks, and she really means it. "Sorry," she says instead. "Guess I'm just excited to get to school."

That was a goddamn lie.

High school is a similarly mundane ordeal. She falls into her usual routine, sitting with the cheer squad and feigning interest while they talk about things she really couldn't give less of a damn about. No, Heather, she does not want to hear about parties or Madonna or guess who bumped uglies with Steve Harrington at Skull Rock!

She almost gags at the thought. God, she would rather choke herself with a hot branding iron than hear about former King Steve Harrington's sex life— but she knew how important image was to her mother and Dan. Not that she gave a shit about pleasing Dan, he could go choke for all she cared. But it was important to her mother too, and unfortunately, Allison did give a damn about pleasing her.

The second she makes her way to the classroom with its painfully harsh fluorescent lights, Mrs. O' Donnell asks if she can speak to her after class.

Allison frowns. "Am I …?" she trails off, eyebrows furrowed, and Miss O' Donnel seems to understand the unspoken word without her having to actually say it.

"Oh, don't worry," she says. "You aren't in trouble. I just need to talk to you."

Still, anxiety pools in Allison's stomach through the entire class. The bell rings, and she looks back down at her notebook, completely blank except for the topic written across the top in big letters. Damn. She'd have to ask someone if she could borrow their notes later.

That was the least of her concerns, though. Her main concern was figuring out what Miss O' Donnel wanted from her. She made her way to the front desk, clearing her throat to make her presence known.

The woman peered up at her through thin-rimmed glasses. "Ah, yes. Allison, I'm looking for a tutor for Eddie Munson and I was wondering if you'd be interested."

The metaphorical record in Allison's brain scratches to a stop. She opens her mouth, closes it, and opens it again, gapping like a fashing out of water. "I'm sorry, what?" she eventually settles on.

Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, the resident drug dealer of Hawkins High. He definitely has a … reputation, to say the least. He was the leader of the Hellfire Club. Allison is pretty sure that it's just a bunch of nerds playing a tabletop fantasy game, but everyone else seems convinced that it's a bunch of satanists sacrificing virgins.

Either way, she doesn't really want to do it. Nonetheless, being the ass-kissing people pleaser she is, Allison says yes.

Mrs. O' Donnel smiles at her. "Thank you, Allison, I knew I could count on you." She hands her the paper with his address and contact information. Allison thanks her absentmindedly, them goes about the rest of her morning classes in a bit of a daze.

She just agreed to tutor Eddie Munson. Eddie fucking Munson.

Finally, it's lunch. She takes her tray with a weird meat mush—seriously, what is that stuff—and sits down at the table. This group is a little different than the ones she ate breakfast with. In addition to the snobby girls, there was the basketball team. She hates them and their weird suburban hair and the way they mock people. As she sits there, listening to Andy drag on about the new truck his daddy bought him, her attention is turned away by something more interesting.

Eddie Munson, who had been sitting with his Hellfire Club, is now on the table shouting about conforming and useless highschool cliques. Allison resists the urge to bury her face in her hands. God, he is totally embarrassing. He's absolutely right, but still. Embarrassing.

Jason Carver stands up. "You want something, freak?" he squares his shoulders as though he was doing something important, defending the basketball team's honor or whatever. He's embarrassing too.

Eddie responds by sticking his tongue out and making faux devil horns with his fingers. Allison hides a smile by shoving a forkful of food into her mouth.

Jason abruptly sits down “God I hate that freak," he scoffs. "Don’t you guys just hate him?”

The group nods and agrees— except Allison, who is too focused on staring at Eddie: his long curly hair, his beautiful brown eyes and the way his mouth forms a flirtatious smirk when she catches his eye.

“Allison!” Jason yells out. She quickly jolted back to reality. “I said don’t you just hate him?”

She gives a quick glance back at Eddie. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah, he's just the worst."

Well this is going to be sooo much fun

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson smut #slow burn

[ryuichirou]

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Guess what. More replies~

artfulhero-m asked:

Ryu I don't know how else to explain this but your condoms headcanons read as so chaotic to me, and the chaos was beautiful lmao. Like the way my brain, while reading the headcanons, conjured up images of everyone in chaos clearly understanding that it's just a safe sex practice but either ends up trying to be safe but breaking the rubbers anyway or not wearing them AT ALL was hilarious to me. And by the end of all the chaos, Malleus is just in the background, calmly, watching the chaos unfold as he thinks "ah how fascinating" despite having no clue wtf these rubber cock confiners meant to prevent disease and pregnancy even look like (i.e., he doesn't get it lol).

THANK YOU SO MUUUCH at this point I’m just clowning everyone in every single headcanon post lol but these guys are cursed enough to deserve such treatment. I am super happy you enjoyed that silly post, and oh my god your imagination!! The fact that you pictured all of these idiots while reading it lol

“Rubber cock confiners” sounds like the most amazing way to describe a condom, and honestly, at least Malleus has an excuse – he is a fae prince who lived in isolation… But the rest of the guys…

You know I want all of them to draw a condom now, just to make sure that they know what they’re talking about. Malleus surely doesn’t lol

Anonymous asked:

Just wanted to send an ask saying I appreciate seeing how much you've grown over the years! I started following you awhile back when you were still into Hetalia/posted it, and stayed for the TWST content. Thanks for continuing to post your art and may it continue to thrive ♡

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! This is so incredibly sweet of you, I am very happy and grateful to hear that. Thank you for your support, and I’ll do my best to keep improving! <3

With Hetalia it’s funny though, because we’ve been having a lot of random outbursts of it over the years, the last one being a year ago (and then there was one in 2016…and even earlier than that…), so I can’t even say for sure for how long you’ve been here. But I’m super to happy to hear about it nonetheless!! <3 The last year was definitely very fruitful when it comes to changes to my art lol and it’s great it’s noticeable…

Anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you that my friend group jokes about the “Jack will rail him” post all the time and think it’s the funniest shit ever. It has become such a core part of our humor that whenever Jack or Deuce is mention we have to bring up the railing that will take place. Please caption more art this way. It’s hilarious.

HAHA THANK YOU, ANON, I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. I love our captions a lot, because it’s Katsu who comes up with them; and I usually have no idea what they’re going to be until the post is... posted. So the “Jack will rail him” thing got me laughing too, I’m happy you and your friend also loved it lol

Katsu tries to be careful and not to overdo it, just so the caption doesn’t take too much attention from the drawing itself, but honestly it’s 100% worth it in my opinion.

I am so happy that the railing that will definitely take place has became an inside joke of sorts!

Anonymous asked:

I want to sexualize Ortho but I'm too busy and have no time 😞

I feel you, Anon… :( This is the biggest problem in our lives.

It’s okay, Ortho is a patient guy, he can wait… until he gets capricious lol

hipsterteller asked:

I though Idia is top

Idia is a character from a sfw game, so he doesn't have any fixed position.

In my art, he's always a bottom.

Anonymous asked:

I found out there's a 32 year old in the server that joined before I did I think I'm good

(related to some previous asks)

Oh good to know! :) I’m glad to hear that

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[nightmare-dreamt]

hi! can i please have a matchup for chainsaw man, attack on titan, & tokyo rev? im bisexual & use she/her pronouns :)

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m also an esfj & cancer, if that’s useful information at all andkwneke. i try to look on the bright side and try to cheer up people when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i kinda cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside, even if i have to go kicking and screaming. i get distracted pretty easily, and have pull my friends off the track they were on so we could all pet dogs (they were so cute!!). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking, and reading. i really like to look after people, but sometimes that makes it so i kinda disregard my own needs. im a bit of people pleaser, and i tend to look for the best in others! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about.

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style is usually pretty soft & girly, & i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. like, i’ll be in pjs and putting on lip gloss and my mom makes fun of me for it. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

please & thank you!!!

Matchup for Rezqwr!

Chainsaw Man: Denji

He thought you were adorable going around the park petting every dog you see with your soft style of clothing. Once the two of you get into a relationship, trips to the park are a must and every dog that passes by is getting a pet no matter what. Denji seems like a dog person and I can see the two of you in the future owning a dog and loving it extremely.

When seeing a bug in your place, a loud scream was heard scaring the blonde internally before seeing the creature and wondering what you were afraid of. Removing the bug from your place, you crawled up onto your table searching for any other little crawlers that were scattering around. He thought it was funny seeing you afraid of something that was barely half of your size.

Denji's the type of partner to make jokes and tease, he tends to make fun of your height and talk about the difference between the two of you. If there's something on your face, Denji won't say anything and wait till someone else notices thinking that and all o his other jokes to be the funniest thing ever, that is until he makes a joke that actually hurts you. He never means to be rude or upset you with his joking, but when he does do something that goes to far he makes sure to make up for it going to Makima-san for advice. He then sets up a whole date with flowers and a candle lit dinner for the two of you as a way to apologize for making you upset

Attack On Titan: Hange Zoe

Your guys' personalities get along well, the two of you are bubbly and filled with loads of energy. especially when doing the things that make you happy. Hange enjoys your company, even if the two of you get side tracked, she usually brings you to her lab as a form of company. You're always willing to help her with her experiments, but Hange won't let you do anything to dangerous like the rest of the people she does test on.

You're very affectionate and so is Hange, she can't go a day without being by your side feeling the warmth of your embrace. Waking up in the moming is her favorite since she can see your beautiful face sleeping and cuddle close enjoying the couple of minutes of silence you two have.

You guys take couples yoga. Hange wasn't sure about it at first, but she got into it after a while and began to enjoy the moment between the two of you. (She also enjoys seeing your flawless body attempt the stretch and you've caught her multiple times staring, but you don't bring it up to save her the embarrassment)

Tokyo Rev: Nahoya Kawata

Having a birthday in late May, Nahoya would be a gemini and from information I've found online, Cancer and Gemini are extremely compatible together. The two have extremely good communication and help each other become better people with Cancer bringing the Gemini out of their shell.

You tend to look at the bright side of things and Nahoya loves that about you always having a smile on both of your guys faces. You guys are very similar, always wanting to help those who are close to you and trying to find ways to cheer them up.

It took him some time to notice, but the more people who were in need of help, the more you disregarded your own needs, putting others before yourself. He understands wanting to help and being there for everyone, but he also worries that you're not looking out for yourself and soon you might get hurt because of it. Protective boyfriend unlocked. Now, Nahoya checks up and makes sure you're taking care of yourself, seeing if you drank enough water and ate three meals.

#anime #x reader #anime x reader #request #headcanon #chainsaw man #csm #denji #denji x reader #csm x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot headcanons #snk x reader #aot fluff #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x you #nahoya kawata #nahoya x reader

[animeangel21]

You’re boyfriend reacting to Happy Fathers Day! 😏

Minors DNI 18+

Most of this does contain suggestive content.

I’m also uploading this late as fuck.

I did this on Father’s Day to someone and it was the funniest thing ever till they’re saying they’ll get me preggers.

Also daddy issues on 100000000% rn I’m not gonna lie and say it’s a easy holiday when you got as many issues as me, but I dyed my hair to cope.

Ran Haitani.

Honestly you and Ran never had a reason to do anything on Fathers Day. You both had some daddy issues, yours had been more severe than his but you didn’t dwell.

Now, you both sat in bed and watched Alice in Borderlands after you made him and yourself breakfast in the morning. It was nearing 3 in the afternoon when an idea popped into your head.

You looked down at your boyfriend who was laying peacefully with his head on your stomach, body between your legs, shirtless and his long hair free from his braids and tickling your bare thighs, his arms were under your body hands spread against your back and running his fingers in an up and down motion.

“Babe” you mumbled and he looked up at you observing your features looking for any sign of your emotions.

His view was phenomenal, your stomach, breast, and neck covered in loving bites and marks from previous days, you had a black night shirt that was left opened and black sports bra along with black sweatpants that were his.

“What’s up my love?” He said in that alluring voice of his.

“Forgot to tell you Happy Fathers Day.” You said with the most nonchalant tone and looked back at the T.v.

The man was too stunned to speak. “You’re fucking with me right. You wanna get pregnant? Are you pregnant? You better be joking.”

You held back laughter and looked back down to see he was still staring at you. “I’m dead fucking seri-”

His hands traveled downward and he groped your ass, he turned his body and kissed your stomach. “If you wanted me to fuck a baby into you just say that doll or, is it because you call me daddy every time I fuck you?”

“Ran-”

“Shut up I’m not done” he mumbled into your stomach and looked up at you. “You wanna play this little game but, I wanna show you how it’s done right.”

He pulled the sweats off you and discovered you had no panties on. “You’re brave doll I’ll give you that and now I really wanna fuck a baby into you, have you swollen with my seed, fucking beautiful.”

“Fuck-” you moaned quietly and he smirked.

“Needy now are we? Whats my name doll?” He wrapped his lips around your lower lips and sucked on your clit harshly.

“Daddy! Fuck ran please.”

“ Happy Father’s Day indeed now let me fuck a baby into you.”

Rindou Haitani.

Rindou had been in a meeting this morning when you’d texted him. He didn’t wanna check his phone but something told him too once he felt it vibrate again.

My life💜: Good morning my love 💕, Happy Father’s Day. Hope you have fun at work.

My life💜: attachment 1 image

A picture of your fingers stuffed in you.

Rindou quickly payed attention and couldn’t believe what just happened. You were gonna be dead when he gets home.

You knew better than to touch yourself when he wasn’t home and had given you permission to or didn’t give you permission period.

You looked at your phone and continued to finger yourself to the video that run recorded some time ago fucking the absolute shit out of you from behind. The red handprints on your ass and the cream that covered his dick only made you fuck yourself at the same pace.

You pause the video when you see he texted you back. That didn’t stop you from fingering yourself.

Only Husband💕: I’m going to fuck you up when I get home. I’ll make you a mother if that’s what you want.

You just smiled at his message and liked it.

Rindou glanced at his phone once again almost irritated but more turned on than anything cause you were distracting him.

My life💜: attachment 1 video,1 image

My life💜: Aw you better mean that babe. I’ll see you when you get home.

He didn’t look at anything and he would rather wait till he was in his office to look at it after the meeting.

A couple minutes later they were all dismissed and he walked out and headed to his office ignoring his brother who asked him what his issue was.

He shut his door and viewed the messages rolling his eyes at your disobedience. The image was your fingers covered in the juices flowing out of you and down onto the bed, but what had him snatching his suit jacket off the hanger was the video of you pulling your soaked fingers out and sucking them off then flipping him your middle finger that was adorned in a stunning ring he’d gotten for you some time back on your birthday.

“What’s the rush Rinny?” Sanzu said trying to avoid rindous path to the door.

“Gotta go, it’s y/n.”

“Is she okay?” Ran asked immediately looking up concerned for his sister in law.

“She’s fine, said she isn’t feeling well and can’t get out of bed.” He said running out the door with a smirk on his face that they didn’t see.

This man put the petal to the floor, he’d be home in a less time than it takes for him to get there. You didn’t think he’d be on his way home, you didn’t check his location, you were in the shower getting ready to start your day.

You couldn’t hear the sound of his car pulling in the driveway and his door aggressively slamming shut over the loud music you played, No, he walked in the house took off his shoes and laid his perfectly tailored suit jacket over the back of the sofa before making his way upstairs and hid next to the bathroom door waiting for you.

You walked out the bathroom with your towel around your body and turned your back to him and his hand grabbed your hair and pulled you to his chest as he used his other hand to cover your mouth and pull your head to his chest.

“You like to fuck with me while I’m working? You wanna disobey me when I’m not here and then send me some pictures and videos like a needy whore?!”

The nerve you had to lick his hands, he outta slap you. But, he didn’t cause you like it.

“I’ll show you how needy whores get treated. You won’t cum till I say so and I’ll make sure to put a baby in you by the end of today.” You could purr from his words but the idea of him edging you made you frown.

“Get on the fucking bed and take the towel off.” He growled and let you go.

Needless to say, he didn’t go back to work. Then, texted the chat that it’s a possibility you might be pregnant.

Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Your boyfriend was one person who you loved to mess with. In certain situations you chose not to but on some days it was an overwhelming thought that consumed your entire being.

You looked at the date and thought of a very foul plan to fuck with his head a bit. You got up out of bed already dressed in a pair of his boxers that hugged your figure nicely and a black long sleeve dress shirt of his that he dressed you in the night before was left opened so your sternum and just a bit of you breast were showing along with your stomach.

You went downstairs and he was on the phone with who you could only assume was Mikey, the balcony doors in your living room were opened letting in much needed fresh air and you walked out and wrapped your arms around his frame causing him to tense up a bit from the sudden touch.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then. Of course Mikey, bye.”

“Well good morning to you too beautiful” he said tracing one big hand over your clothed arms and turning around to lean against the railing.

You smiled into his chest and looked up at him with some sort of admiration.

“Good morning Haru” he leaned down and cupped your jaw to pull you into a kiss as he did every morning.

His hands now rested on your waist and his fingers touched on the small of your back they were digging in and pulling you closer before he broke the kiss.

“You’re up early what’s the occasion?” He said his hot breath fanning against your cheek. His eyes tracked down the back of your figure and he could see how his dress shirts fit cause of his height and build compared to yours and the way his boxers hugged so tightly to the fat off your ass and thighs drove him crazy every time.

“Nothin just came to say good morning, Happy Father’s Day and get coffee.” You blew past the sentence like it was nothing out of the ordinary and Sanzu smirked to himself and placed his hands on your ass giving it a tight squeeze from hell.

“What? You wanna make me a daddy? Want me to take you here baby?” You could feel his Erection pressed against your stomach.

“ I mean yeah, you’d be a great dad. I also thought it would be funny if I said happy Father’s Day” you admit looking up at him.

He looks down at you with a glare and a smirk. “Well we don’t have time to waste yeah? Come on let’s make you a mommy while you call me daddy.” He walked you backwards to the living room and gave a hard smack to your ass cheeks.

He kicked the balcony doors shut not caring to lock them as he’d be taking you to the bedroom and fucking you stupid.

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WHO SHOULD I DO NEXT?

Drop some suggestions please I think this is absolutely hilarious to do.

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