#hand me my barf bag

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and they were roommates | mv1

pairing: max verstappen x fem! reader summary: in which fans are in love with max’s roommate . . . but not as much as he loves her. note: hi hi! this is my first ever doing a smau so apologies for it being kinda short and a little rushed, i’m still getting the hang of it. truly never thought i would be making one of these instead of reading one, but here we are! feedback is always appreciated! <3

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user i need to know where you got that bag

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⤷ user of to be yn?? you mean oh to be max! imagine being able to see HER everyday 🥰

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user yn being a miffy enjoyer means so much to me

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user second picture looks a little suspicious

ynusername danni when did you take that??

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maxverstappen1 i love my roommate more than you

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⤷ maxverstappen1 neither of you did anything

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[nekassvariigs]

Intentionally calling them Husband in scenarios, here's how to turns out.

Crocodile, Yamato, Ace, Law, Raighley, Usopp .

This will be a three? part series cause tumblr doesnt allow more pictures to be added for aesthetic ;-;

Part two will feature:Sanji,Zoro,Luffy,Katakuri,Sabo,Roger.

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You gambled away your berries at the infamous casino, not that you were of working class desperate for luck, it was fun watching the ball roll everytime with a little interest for securing a loaded paycheck.

a loud hiccup next to you a man chugged what looked to be beer, he looked so drunken out of his mind he didnt even care if he got in debt right this moment. "How ya doing ,yous a pretty little thing aint ya" he looked at you body wavering for balance.

a loud hiccup next to you a man chugged what looked to be beer, he looked so drunken out of his mind he didnt even care if he got in debt right this moment. "How ya doing ,yous a pretty little thing aint ya" he looked at you body wavering for balance.

a loud hiccup next to you a man chugged what looked to be beer, he looked so drunken out of his mind he didnt even care if he got in debt right this moment. "How ya doing ,yous a pretty little thing aint ya" he looked at you body wavering for balance.

"Good. You?" you tried not to get in contact with him as much possible not really needing to cause a scene.

"M' Alright, been winning loads t'nite. Whats a pretty thing like you doin' out here?" he rested his hand on his machene trting to support his head.

"Just waiting for my husband." you smiled a little, rolling another time.

"That so, who is he, i see noone ready to come for ya, reckon we could go back to mines?"

"No i dont reckon i could, he should be here in a moment anyway." you sigh, he was a little late, you took out a cigarrette from your bag, lighting it, taking a puff.

"Aye you look so lovely, is a shame yous with someone." the man was drunk spilling everthing he had for a chance.

"Ya think?" you sipped your martini.

" 'fcourse, id give ye the word yknow, show you all round the lands and oceans."

"That so? Are you rich?" you wanted to know since he had enough cash to get piss drunk and not care how much he wasted.

"M the richest here as far as i know, let me treat ya to a drink." he slurred his words not noticing the tall figure approaching behind you.

"You dont mind ordering for two by chance?" you smiled cheekily.

"Course not, everythin for you darlin."

he swatted a waitress ordering another two drinks.

"Say can i show ya round? I know this place good enough."

You took another puff from your ciggarette, fondling it between your fingers in an exspensive manner.

"Aye you ignorin me?"

"Ah there we go, lets light this place up," you thought finally exsposing the nature of this man.

He stepped infornt of you hand on your slot machene preventing you from another game.

"Fuckin hag," he hiccuped, ugh how close was this man from soiling himself with barf.

"Got held up a bit, sorry for being late." Crocodile kissed you, compleatley ignoring the fool by your side. You smiled into the kiss opening your mouth a bit to welcome his tongue, proceeding to have a full blown makeout infront of the drunken asshole.

You pulled away from him your lipstick slightly staining his lips.

"This is my husband, if you want to give me the tour youll have to confirm with him." The man looked pale as a ghost upon seeing crocodile.

"He thinks he a big shot or somethin?" The guy pulled out a gun pointing it to his face and firing.

Crocodiles face dissapeared leaving him standing with half of a face.

"Ou, bad move." You laughed hitting the slots for the last time.

In a matter of seconds Crocodiles hand reached for the man his blood boiling before it turned into thin air, his entire body changing to the shape of a pile of sand within seconds.

"Here's your drinks miss." the waitress came setting your drinks you passed the other to your lover. Completely ignoring the slaughter that took place with a calm expression.

Crocodile downed the whole glass in one go leaning for another heavy kiss.

He whispered against your lips, "So im now a husband?" his low tone rumbling in his chest.

"Only if you want to be one,i had to say something didnt i?" you smiled hearing the slots ding in a jackpot.

"Thats my girl." he closed the space between you again.

Ace

You were making a reservation for a restaurant ace laying beside you lazily. "Hi id like to make a reservation for me and my husband."

His heart stopped for a second, he nudged you with a glint in his eyes.

"Yes we'd like a romantic setting please,"

after a few mintues more of the call you ended it thanking the woman in charge.

"You've got a husband now huh?" he asked pressing his legs against yours.

"I sure do, im looking at him right now." You smiled slyly folding a lock of his black hair behind his ears.

His heart was ablaze cheeks crimson, gosh he looked alluring.

He smiled tackling you onto the couch.

You giggled at his childishness it always was a fun sight.

"Yknow i love you." he confessed sweetly for the millionth time.

His body over yours his hair partially blocking his handsome face.

You hummed reaching for him, his body lowered onto yours as he gave you the sweetest of kisses.

"I love you too Ace." he attacked your neck with rampant kisses like a puppy before planting another onto your lips, his body settled down onto yours for a lazy cuddle. You stroked his hair practically hearing him purr against you.

Yamato

He had rescued you a few years back, your limp body on the shore of Onigashima he couldn't help it, he just hoped you'd make it through.

Skipping time to the present he sat ahead of you near the fireplace a large slab of meat cooking.

Ever since he rescued you you two developed a habit of sharing stories and adventures, iconic fights and daily life, you managed to get along prefectly, seeing your intrests align so much you two became a thing in no time. His strong will to be set free along yours to fight for the top place in the grand line made him even more willfull to see the world.

"Yknow im happy to have the strongest husband out in the entire grand line."

"M-Me?" He blushed the red horns shining beautifully against the fireplace.

His strong heart beating a bit faster as be took in your face. You were so confident in your words it made him happy hearing you depend on him like this.

"Mhm, What would i be doing without you." you pondered making him lean in a little before he stood up, your eyes watching his body move to the side of you, he sat beside you wanting a little more comfort, he hadn't gotten such praise in a while.

"Were not really married tho are we?" he questioned knowing youre together.

"Not yet atleast but one day would be nice. Making a name for the strongest out there." You smiled dreaming of the future. your head resting on his shoulder, he took your hand in his full of determination.

"We'd be the best out there." he laughed.

Usopp

You watched your favourite sniper as he coincidentally managed to strike down a whole ship with a single blow, his eyes growing wide mouth ajar as he looked at you.

"Wooo! That's my husband right there!" you laughed drink in hand as you watched his face change from pale surprise to a warm gooey shock.

"Huh? Me? Thats right, The great Sniper king Usopp strikes again! Have i told you how i beat three Warlords? It was a quick fight they stood no chance!" He laughed proclaiming his lies as if they were true.

You hopped on deck to where he was enjoying his glory, giving him a big hug for his accomplishment.

He stiffened up a bit, remining himself to be calm, he always seemed a bit nervous when you approached him, he liked you that much.

"That's right, praise my glory!" You pulled away giving him the stink eye.

He continued to babble until he started calling himself the Best married man out in the open sea and that's when it hit him.

"!?" a glowing bulb of light went off ontop his head, a dark blush covering his cheeks.

"Ha-Huuu-Huuusssband.!?!" he suddenly thought unable to piece the words together as you looked at him nonchalantly.

He puffed his chest out taking a stance. "A-A-As the best husband i have a duty to fuffil to protect my spouse!" He contained his excitment proud of his new nickname as you kept clapping and cheering for him.

Raighley

Lazing by the bar at Shabody Archipellago a few men were riling themselves up celebrating a big feat.

"Thats our capitan for you! Securing a boatload of treasure!" They cheered and hollered as you swirled your drink reading a magazine.

"Oi miss, celebrate with us!" they laughed alcohol pouring down their throats.

You shifted your gaze towards them giving them a pessimistic side eye.

"-?!" They seemed shocked to be ignored seeming a little alert by how little attention you payed to them.

"Our bad fellas, Young lady here is in a bit of a bad mood today." Raighley excused himself butting in not willing to ruin a good evening, his hand on your shoulder as you continued to swipe through the pages.

"That's right guys, i'm a little off today." You smirked having stolen a sachel of gold from one of them.

They resumed their party as Raighley tooo seat beside you.

"70/30?" He asked calmly negotiating to split the gold you swiped.

"60/40." You offered back checking out a set of clothes toying with the ends of the paper.

A sharp sword near Raighleys throat , his glasses gleaming white as you stayed still as did he, the man yelled.

"Which one of you was it?" He stormed poiting the blade so it shined against the lights beside the bar.

The two of you stayed quiet still neither fazed by the antic taking place.

The man neared his sword close to Raighleys neck, cutting off a few strands of his beard.

That was a no-go in your books. "Oi, You plan to pay for touching my husband like that?" you gave him the nastiest of looks pointing the blade away with the tip of your finger. Raighley smirked enjoying your facade.

"This old fart, your husband?" He laughed, showing his nearly tothless mouth. Pointing the blade back at you.

Raighley took a drink his hand winding over the sword before him. "You wanna pay up? Or do i have to beat the shit out of you for it?"

"Look at his old ass, having a woman stand up for him." The room errupted in laugher even Raighley mocked a laugh smile lines crickling as he did so.

"55/45." He resumed talking with you causing you to chuckle.

"Might aswell 50/50 it at this point." Rolling your eyes you extended a hand for him to shake, he caught it twisting it so your knuckles faced him.

He gave them a peck and in a fell swoop the aura in the vacinity changed darkening quickly,men around you dropped like flies.

'' You've got a bad habit of doing that don't you dear." He looked at you through white brows downing the last of his drink confidently.

He played along causing you to huff in amusement.

''It doesn't hurt now does it?'' you leaned back watching over the passed out bodies.

''Let's go, I think we have outstayed our visit." You got up from the stool, tip-toing around sweaty bodies as you proceeded to swipe anything worth the while.

He followed suite with a hearty laugh, offering his hand to you as you stepped out.

Law

Bepo was pestering you today, the cute bear had a lot of questions for you so you sat back explaining so many things to him now wanting to deny his curiosity.

"So then after a relationship, you get married?''

He asked fluffy hands on the table across you.

''That's right, you get married, then if you want to you can have kids, rule the seas pretty much do whatever your heart desires and you have a trustworthy companion to do so with.'' you gleamed egging on this childish play. Law lazing by the ship a cup of hot tea in his hand.

''So then, do you have a husband?'' he asked noticing you had a ring on your finger, granted it wasn't for official titling you just put in on randomly this morning as it was a fancy peace of jewelry you found.

You chuckled hard extending your hand to showcase the ring to Bepo, Law listening in as he sipped his tea in peace, he liked gossip as well.

''I sure do, it's Law.'' you decided to mess with the bear, his jaw hitting the table as his fluffy hands grasped yours.

Law spat out his drink making it fly across his face hands and clothes. You could feel a looming darkness behind you as you continued answering Bepo's questions about your so called 'husband'.

''Y/n-ya, we need to talk.'' Law didn't even give you the time to get up using his devil fruit to teleport you to his office his dirtied clothes diminishing the raging look on his face.

''In your right mind, why would you lie to Bepo about something like this?'' he wiped away the tea inevitably staining his clothes, you held back a chuckle.

''He was acting very cute, you know how hard it is to say no to his questions.''

Law paused hands on the table before him a dirty paper towel in one hand, he had a glooming aura to him. ''DONT SO SAYING THINGS LIKE THIS TO HIM AND TAKE THAT OFF!'' he yelled surrounding you in his room skill to intimidate you.

You shrieked agreeing to his taunt as you put the ring away, he sighed.

''N E V E R, and i mean that seriously, NEVER tell him such childish imaginations, next thing you'll know he'll be trying his best to recreate a wedding. '' he yelled with a big frown on his face.

The moment you stepped out Bepo handed you a bouquet. Egging you to do a walk down the isle.

Law was in utter terror of how he took on two absolute dumbasses, he stormed back out on the ship, the two of you got rewarded with heavy bumps on your heads and laundry chores for weeks.

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[draemgal]

friends | azriel

friends should sleep in other beds, friends shouldn’t touch me like you do.

✎ᝰ inspo

↳ hello darling! I have this idea, Az and reader have to share a bed for a mission and they are fine with it. The only problem is that reader has never shared a bed before so she doesn't know that she moves a lot and that she is affectionate haha ​​so poor Az gets a couple of kicks and hugs haha ​​something funny and cute :) oh! and they both have that hidden feeling for each other hehe

not proof-read because i’m lazy<3

the air of the inn was cold and the various sounds of the receptionist’s keys clacking and the inner circle’s laughter fell upon your tired ears. a long day of traveling and bickering did a number on your body, your hands barely able to keep a grip on your luggage.

“currently we have four beds available.” the receptionist reported to your high lord. rhyshand had sleep in his eyes but still managed to shake his head.

“i requested five rooms. surely you must be able to work something out, i am the high lord of the night court, after all.”

you rolled your eyes and held back the urge to fake barf at his poor attempt to use his power to get another bed.

“unless you want to march up there and kick someone out of their bed, you’re out of luck, ‘high lord.’” the receptionist smiled sweetly and gave him four separate keys. “before you pull the high lord card, make sure you’re in your own court.”

rhys smiled back and shrugged. “worth a shot, right?” he then turned and handed azriel, mor, and cassian a set of keys.

you rubbed your eyes and cleared the grogginess out of your voice before speaking. “so, rhys and feyre, cassian and mor, and me and azriel in separate rooms, right?”

cassian groaned and shook his head vigorously. “absolutely not. i’m getting my own room with my own bed tonight.”

you turn to mor with pleading eyes, but she smirked and shook her head. mor is the only one you have told about your crush on the shadowsinger. she gave you eyes that were saying “now is your chance.” to which you replied with eyes that begged to room with her.

“i call dibs.”

azriel quietly stared at the floor tiles. “i can sleep on the floor, if you want, y/n.”

you vigorously shook your head. “no, it’s okay. you have a big role to play in the mission tomorrow. you need rest.”

rhys nodded and wrapped his arm around the exhausted feyre and smiled. “now that’s sorted, see you lot tomorrow.”

the walk to the room was silent, only the sound of the key jingling filled the air. as soon as the door opened, you turned on the lamp beside the bed and dropped your luggage.

azriel snickered. “you’re sleeping in your day clothes?”

your muscles ached as the soft mattress enveloped your body. you mumbled a “yes” into the duvet and nuzzled your face deeper into the fabric.

it was quiet for a moment until azriel set his luggage down with a thud and sat down next to you, the bed creaking a bit. you could hear him unlacing his shoes and slipping them off. his silence to anyone else would be normal, but to you it was off.

begrudgingly, you fought the urge to drift off and sat up beside him, looking at his profile. gods, what a pretty man. his dark hair falling in swoops over his eyes due to the angle of his head. he sat still with his hands clasped.

“why didn’t you want to share a room with me? you asked everyone… everyone except me.”

it took a moment for his words to register but once they did you shook your head and grabbed his scarred hands in yours. “azriel…”

“what, y/n?” he looked to meet your eyes. through the dark bags and droopy lashes, you saw the need for reassurance.

“i can’t get into this right now, azriel.” you dropped his hands and stood up, reaching for your bag. he countered this by grabbing the bag from you and tossing it aside.

“it isn’t right, y/n. me and you are the closest out of everyone in the inner circle. it was embarrassing to see you actively avoid and beg to get out of sharing a bed with me.”

you huffed and went to grab your bag but when your fingers met his you stopped short. “you know that wasn’t my intention.”

“then tell me what was!”

you closed your eyes and inhaled. you weren’t ready to face the rejection you expected was coming. azriel was just a friend. it was easier this way, so you chose the ladder.

“i’ve never shared a bed before, okay? i don’t know how to do it. i take up space, i move too much, i snore, i’m miserable to sleep next to.”

it took a moment before azriel stone-cold face cracked into amusement, his lips taking up a smirk and his eyes squinting slightly. a laugh left his lips and your heart rate softened.

“are you serious? that’s it?”

sheepishly you nod and look down at your fingers. “can i please change now?”

he grabs your bag and sets it on to the bed before softly kissing the top of your head and ruffling your hair. “you can’t be that bad of a sleeping partner. you should see mor. that girl is a duvet hog if i’ve ever seen one.”

he made his way into the bathroom to give you space to change into your sleeping clothes. the air gave you goosebumps that peppered your skin and you shivered, pulling on a thin long sleeve and cursing yourself for not bringing warmer clothes. inns were always chilly, you knew this.

“az?” you shouted so he could hear you. “can i borrow a sweatshirt?”

“i told you to bring warmer clothes.” he sighed and knocked on the door to make sure you were decent before coming out and taking his off, throwing it in your direction. “here, i’m actually okay for right now.”

you snorted. “of course you are, you’re like a natural furnace.” you pulled the hoodie over you, taking a second to appreciate his scent and the way it felt on you.

“now that you’re done bullying me, can we please get to sleep?” he collapsed on the bed, his wings splaying comfortably beneath him. you nodded and awkwardly shuffled into bed beside him.

once again, silence. you focused in on the sound of his breaths and closed your eyes, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the covers. “is this okay?”

he laughed quietly and turned to face you. “i actually would prefer something a little more like this.” he whispered before moving closer to you and tucking you in his wing. “feel free to move as you please, i don’t get much sleep anyways.”

your heartbeat nervously. this all felt so… intimate. you had never been so close to someone, especially not someone you had a major crush on. soon, the anxiousness faded and you let sleep overwhelm you, losing awareness of your limbs as they somehow made their way around azriel and your head found it’s comfort on his chest.

“are you asleep?” he whispered, scared to welcome your touch as if you’d regain consciousness and move away. after seconds of no reply, he smiled and pressed his cheek against the top of your head, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your back.

right as he was about to drift off, your hand collided with his side and he jumped. he looked down, expecting you to be awake because you assaulted him like that, but your eyes were closed and soft, quiet snores poured out of your slightly parted lips. he smirked and held you tighter.

“goodnight, y/n.”

maybe one day he’d tell you his true feelings, but for tonight he had you. and to azriel that was enough.

#azriel x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #azriel supremacy #azriel fluff

[quuma]

i feel like everyone and their mother has spoken about this before but james potter is 100% the biggest puppy bf i've ever witnessed in literature !! like bro has MAXIMUM puppy dog stats

he's the kind of bf to INSIST UPON carrying your textbooks/bags for you and escort you to your classes class,,, like he would literally REFUSE to not do either of them,,, he gets so worked up about it that it's actually kind of pathetic (in a cute way),,,

you wouldnt even be able to carry them for 5 mins in his presence before he's scooping them out of your arms ("james i quite obviously have two perfectly functioning hands just let me hold my books pls" and his completely serious response would be "but im your bf??? and my hands are also free rn??? it's literally my job to hold your books just stfu and let me")

continuing the escorting headcanon he always ends up having to sprint to off to try and make it to his own class in time BDAHBFDH as soon as you retreive your books and walk into the classroom you try to look back and thank him,,, but there's literally just a cartoonish cloud of smoke where he stood not even 5 seconds prior (he insists that it's a good warmup for his quiddich practice)

he's also the kinda bf to literally SHOVE himself in front of you to beat you to the door, just so he can open it, dramatically wave his hand, bow, and say something cringey like "for you, my lady/liege" (BARF THATS SO CUTE IM LITERALLY GOING TO THROW UP)

OMG ALSO HE'S JUST INSANELY OBSERVANT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU????? to the point where it would be considered creepy if it wasnt james,, yknow?? there was definitely a time where upon meeting you at the door of the potions class you just finished (yes he is flushed, out of breath and sweating,,, no, he isnt going to admit that he sprinted from his C.F.M.C class 5mins early to make sure he met you at the door in time) and he does a double take and looks genuinely concerned before saying "???? pookie??? what happened to your hair???? did you do something different?? it looks different from when i saw you this morning !! D:" queue you responding with "?? wtf? i cut off a singular strand of hair for one of the potions how the actual fuck did you notice that??"

he is so babygirl i love it

i swear im not even a james stan but i can't help but ramble abt his bbygirlness

hes such a puppy dog bf

he just has the biggest heart eyes for you bro ( -3-) follows you around like a lost puppyyyyy

you dont just have him wrapped around your finger - you have him tattooed and superglued onto you istg

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[bellysoupset]

ok max request

i know you said he has a pretty sensitive stomach that gets irritated by a lot of things, so what about him overindulging on something that usually sits well, only for him to start feeling sick after (i also really enjoy burps 😳😳)

Here you go anon! Burpy Max with an upset stomach!

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"Okay, I want all of you gremlins sitting down right now!" Max exclaimed, jokingly glaring at the one kid still standing, "that includes you, Elliot. Sit your ass down."

The eight year old boy blushed and hurried to sit down and Max rolled his eyes, just as he saw Vince walking to the bus, with a kid draped all over him.

"Bus rules," Max raised a hand to start listing, "everyone wears a seat belt, no standing when the bus is moving. This includes when it just stopped in a red light. No sticking your heads out of the windows-" honestly, he hated the fact the windows weren't sealed shut, that always gave him anxiety after watching Hereditary - "no eating smelly things in the bus. If anyone feels sick, please call me up before you barf everywhere and I'll go get you so we can work this out. Ah, and use your inside voices, will you?"

He was pretty sure only 5% of what he had just said filtered through the kids. In truth, Max's favorite age to teach was teenagers, who actually listened, just opted for not doing what he asked sometimes. All he had to do was convince the older kids he was someone worth of listening, while the younger ones... They simply, plainly, didn't hear a word he said.

"Alright," Max sighed, turning around as Vince entered the bus, "nice of you to join us, Monacelli."

"We had an emergency pee break," Vince ignored him, not bothered in the least as he buckled in the six year old that was clinging to him, "you finished with the rules?"

"Yeah, we can go."

"Alright."

They were going on a field trip for the next town's science museum. It wasn't a long trip, only about 1 hour to get there, then they'd have a tour and a lunch break and come back before sunset. Still, these type of trips always made Max uneasy because so many things could go wrong surrounded by tiny, curious kids.

He settled down on his seat in the front, next to Monacelli. The other teacher was wearing a short sleeved polo, straining against his chest, and a baseball cap on top of his mop of black curls.

"You want anything?" Vince asked, not raising his eyes from his phone. Max sneaked a glance at the screen. The man was checking football scores, that made sense. He looked the type.

"No, just bored out of my mind," Max shrugged, glancing past his shoulder as the bus started to move and there was a general squeal, the volume increasing considerably. Field trips were never quiet.

Vince shrugged, ignored him and Max sat correctly in his seat, grabbing a bag of chips in his backpack. He stuffed a handful in his mouth, before tipping the bag in Monacelli's direction to wordlessly ask if he wanted any.

"Pass, thanks," Vince said, "still not feeling a 100% after the stomach bug from hell that you gave me."

Max snorted, rolling his eyes, "it's been ten days, get over it."

"Like you got over it?" The other man needled him and Max wrinkled his nose. In truth the flu had taken him out of commission for 4 whole days and when he finally managed to come back to the school, he had to take on some extra hours since Vince was down for the count.

And that was not even touching the fact he had to win his seniors all over again. Thankfully the bug had been harsh enough and he had a cemented enough position that he didn't become an immediate meme among the students, but that didn't mean they were cool with him again.

Max sulked, sliding down his seat a little more and continuing to eat. The chips were bland, because he wouldn't risk trying salt&vinegar during a field trip, since those always upset his stomach, and soon enough he finished up the whole bag, muffling a burp against his fist and crumpling the plastic.

Next to him, he watched as Vince took a sandwich from his bag and bit on it. Of course it was in homemade bread and huge. Max glared at the sandwich for such a long time, that Vince frowned and held it up for him.

"You want a bite? Or are you gonna hold me upside down by the ankles for my lunch money?"

Fuck this guy entirely, Max thought, scoffing, "I never did that."

"No, you just shoved me so hard from the monkey bars that I broke my arm," Vince rolled his eyes, "and for no reason too."

"I'm sure I had some reason," Max mumbled under his breath, even though he knew he really didn't. Twelve year old him had been a demon, smack right in the middle of his parents divorce and trying to get everyone's attention through whatever means he could.

Vince rolled his eyes, taking another bite and getting up from his seat to check on the kids.

The other teacher sighed, sliding further down his seat and crossing his arms to his chest, pissed off. He really didn't like remembering how much of a prick he once was, it burned a hole in his stomach.

Talking about his stomach... He could feel it pressing against his jeans, bloating up. He was the king of bloating, easily looking pregnant over any meal, but really? Over bland chips?

Another airy burp forced up and he blew it out under his breath, massaging his chest and cursing softly. It was like his body was adamant on humiliating him in front of Monacelli.

"We're probably almost there already," Vince said, startling Max, and causing him to sit up correctly. The other man slid in the small space between the front of the bus and Max' legs, so he could sit on the empty seat near the window, "no kid is carsick, we should count our stars."

"Uhm," Max nodded, scratching at his beard nervously and muffling yet another burp. He fidgeted on his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, "so why did you come back to Doveport? People don't come back here."

Vince shrugged, making a silly face to a kid who was watching them from another seat, then keeping the lighthearted smile on as he answered, "my family is here. I wanted to be closer to them. Besides, I like the town."

Insufferable.

"You like the town?" Max scoffed, then another burp snuck up, this one louder and bringing with it a hiccup that shook his whole body. Vince raised his eyebrows.

"You good?" he asked, not waiting for an answer to continue, "yeah, I like the people, I like the fact its peaceful."

"I'm-HIC!" The blonde let out a loud groan when another hicc-urp interrupted him, loud enough the kids sitting across the hallway from them started to giggle, "shit."

"Language," Vince said, seemingly out of habit, the corner of his mouth quirking up, "did you eat too much for your tummy, Daniels?"

Maybe he had a reason to break this guy's arm, Max thought darkly, glaring at him, "I'm fine," he stressed, wrapping an arm around his stomach and huffing as yet another hiccup shook him, "fu-duuuck."

He heard Vince chuckle at the switch of the insult, then a huge hand came to rest on his back, "maybe get up? It might help."

It wouldn't, Max already knew. Once he got the hiccup-burps, he was done for and it was really only a matter of time before his belly started churning and maybe nausea joined the mix later on. Still, just to get away from Vince, he got up and walked the hallway using the seats on each side of him as support to keep from wooblying.

Vaguely he thought they were setting up a terrible example, telling the kids to stay put and then walking all over.

He counted the children, just to have something to do, and then paused as the bus shook and his stomach flipped, going from unsettled to upset and sour. Max squinted, removing a hand from the seat in order to plant it on his belly and groaning as he could feel the bloat pushing against his t-shirt.

"Mr. Daniels?" a kid asked, confused as of why he had stopped right next to their seat. It was a little girl, with long box braids and dark skin, big brown eyes, "is your tummy sick?"

God.

"I'm fine, Jess," he forced a smile at the kid, winking at her, "what are you drawing there?"

"The dinosaurs!" Jess perked up, holding her coloring page. It was a bit messy, but overall he thought it was pretty nice. A T-rex in the middle of the woods. They wouldn't be seeing any t-rexes today, but oh well.

"That's so cool," he grinned, crouching down and immediately regretting it when the movement caused another burp to rush up, this one followed by three hiccups in quick succession that he could do nothing about. Jess started to giggle at him and Max' cheeks turned red. He swallowed some air, forcing up a thick, low burp against his fist and she wrinkled her nose.

"Eeewww..." The little girl whined and he blushed even more, his whole face ablaze.

"Sorry, sorry-" he grabbed one of her crayons, "I think your t-rex is missing a hat. It's sunny outside, is it not?"

Happily diverted, the kid turned to her drawing and studied it, "maybe sunblock," she decided, "or a cap like Mr. Mo's?"

Who the fuck was Mr. Mo?

It took Max a second to realize the girl couldn't pronounce Monacelli and had settled for the second best thing. He snorted, "yeah, give him a baseball cap-"

"Her," Jess glared at him, "It's a girl t-rex, like in the movies."

"Ah... Yeah, then give her a cap," he squeezed the little girl's shoulder, then got up once more, the movement causing the bag of chips in his belly to churn a little harder and the push up a wet burp that he muffled with a hand. This one he could just taste the potatoes.

"Fuck," Max sighed, falling back on his seat up in the front and folding in half, pressing his forehead to the front wall that separated the common area of the bus from the driver's.

"What's up?" Vince looked up from his phone once more. Now he was texting someone.

"I think I'm gonna barf," Max groaned, keeping his voice low, "how much until we stop?"

"About twenty minutes," Vince dug through the cooler that was at his feet, with water bottles, juice boxes, bags, snack bars - "here," he handed him a water bottle, "are you carsick or did you really eat too much with just a measly bag of chips?"

"My gut is a bit of a bitch," Max sighed, closing his eyes, "temperamental as fuck. I thought I was in the clear with the bland chips, but..." he trailed off, making his point by muffling a sickly little burp against his hand and shuddering when vomit splashed the back of his throat. He swallowed in, "fuck my entire fucking life."

"Stop fucking swearing," Vince whispered to him, "you're gonna startle the kids. Twenty minutes, alright? Just take deep breaths and stop leaning forward like that, you're not helping yourself."

"You're such a snotty know-it-all," Max glared at him, as Vince planted a hand on his chest and pushed him against the seats, "what's up? You're a med school reject?"

Vince frowned, "you're such a prick. Are you hellbent on puking in front of every class you teach?"

Max' ears burned and he looked away from the man, taking a large gulp of water, "you're never gonna let that go?"

"Not for another month at least," Vince huffed and then pushed the window next to him wide open.

The rush of chill air helped a lot, but Max was not about to congratulate Vince for doing the barest minimum. He breathed out slowly through his mouth, sneaking a hand under his t-shirt and pressing on his belly. It was warm to the touch and gurgling non stop.

"How much more?"

"Nineteen minutes," Vince said and he could hear the man's amusement at his plight. Max groaned, staring at the ceiling as yet another hiccup hit him and made his ribs ache, his whole chest squeeze.

The water had been a mistake, as it rocketed up his throat, forcing him to gulp down.

"I really don't wanna be sick in front of them," Max whispered, allowing a glimpse of vulnerability to the other teacher. He knew at least with that Vince could sympathize, "just- Do something? Please."

There was a pause, then Vince squeezed his knee in an amiable way and pushed Max's legs out of the way as he got up once more. He clapped his hands loudly.

"Alright kids, each one of you know the bus song?" he exclaimed, his voice all cheery and Max groaned, scooting so he could occupy Vince's now empty seat next to the window and shoving his head out, so he could breathe.

Now with the noisy bus, he could burp openly, and a string of belches pushed up, intercalated with hiccups, rattling in his chest. He let out a groan and spat the saliva pooling in his mouth, but the burps helped, a little, the ache in his gut.

He lowered his head to the windowsill, listening as Vince continued to sing. They had ruined the peace and quiet and the bus was chaos, but at least Max knew not a soul was paying attention to him, as he let out a moan and squeezed his tummy, urging it to settle down.

Eventually the bus came to stop and Max removed his head from the window, wiping the cold sweat that was clinging to his upper lip and catching Vince's eye as the man shepherded the kids into a queue in front of the museum.

"Thanks," he whispered, passing him by once they were all outside, "uhm- You can handle them for another fifteen? I'm gonna go hurl, but then I can take 'em."

Vince's eyebrows jumped up, a sudden, startled chuckle slipping past his lips. He nodded, "Uh yeah- yeah, sure, go ahead-" then his attention slipped away as one of the boys tried to run ahead, "Elliot give me your hand!"

#sickfic #max daniels #mywriting #eructo #tummyache #belly ache #⭐️ anon

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

spider-man!ethan hc!!!

ethan landry masterlist

- when he first came to your place fucking wrecked (bleeding from a bunch of cuts. suit ripped in so many places. black eye forming) you had two reactions. 1. panicked 2. wanting to throw up. we are not medical professionals in this house hold, hell no.

“y/n, it’s- it’s okay.” ethan’s voice weak and his body folding over. “ethan it’s not fucking okay! you need a hospital!” “no! no hospital. just- just get a first aid kit.” “i don’t even think we own one and i’m not a fucking doctor. i’m not doing any stitches, you’re gonna suck it up and do them yourself.” and you left your room looking around your apartment for any type of medical supplies.

- ethan either is constantly talking, throwing jokes at the bad guys. it’s mostly when he’s in a good mood or blabbering as his own distraction when fighting. but when he’s really pissed off (like if someone hurts you🫣) he goes silent and doesn’t hold back his strength (well more like he’s doing 85% than his usual…45%?)

- his first year of being spider-man (complete suit and alias recognized by the public) he was dealing with some purse snatchers on 11th and franklin (i’m not from NY leave me alone!!!!) so when he webbed them up and handed the bag back to the single mother he turned on his heel, ready to swing away, but his eyes found you in the dissipating crowd. mouth lightly parted, a slight breeze playing with your hair as you held the straps of your school bag. (he fell in love again and you kinda grew an interest in this bug hero)

- ethan’s really sweet to kids when they come up to him as he’s spider-man (you know that AG SM bts where he’s playing basketball with some kids?? ethan would do something like that)

“mr. spider-man?” ethan turned at the little voice and crouched to be eye to mask level with the adorable little boy and girl duo. “what can i do for the both of you?” the little girl had glossy eyes and the boy was holding her hand, “we got lost on the way to the library. our mom said to go there after school so she can take us home. can you take us? i’m the big brother, i’m supposed to keep us safe.” ethan smiled brightly under his mask, eyes barely squinting from the action. “and you did the right thing to come to me for help. i can carry the both of you to the library, that okay?” the boy beamed and the girl perked up, tears no longer staining her round brown eyes. so ethan scooped the both of them like nothing and walked the two blocks to the library making simple conversation.

- okay so after you guys start dating (go read A Spiders Bite, same world) nothing changed too much from your previous dynamic. just a few things were new and something to get used to doing (kissing, hand holding, touching both intimately and lingering, going on explicitly stated dates, stealing ethan’s clothes, sometimes wearing the suit and getting…frisky with each other) but honestly with how much you wanted each other, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

“i think i’m gonna barf,” mindy commented to tara. the two of them were walking through the campus and then tara started to smack mindy’s shoulder repeatedly then pointed at the green grass and to a big oak tree keeping the summer shade away. mindy was about to ask what was so interesting about a gross couple sucking face with the girl sitting in the boys lap when tara almost screamed, “it’s fucking ethan and y/n! holy shit!” neither of you told your friends about your relationship yet. the group chat was a fucking town hall meeting with the spam texts.

- you buy a bunch of spider-man themed items. shirts, toys, plushies, cards, makeup collabs, even bandaids!

“i think you’re my stalker at this point,” ethan joked when he walked into your room one day and noticed the new spider-man blanket and pillow set. “didn’t know you wanted to sleep with spider-man this much, almost starting to feel like the other woman when i’m the boyfriend….AND HE’S ME!!!”

- okay, so let’s say the symbiote came down to earth and ethan’s dealing with evil scientists where they are studying the substance and it attaches itself to ethan. so we know it changes the host personality (SM3 nightmare) so ethan’s personality would definitely be a bit like his ghostface reveal (too cocky and for sure an asshole for no reason. and it hurts you cause where did your sweet and awkward boyfriend go?)

“ethan, what’s up with you? what’s this new…personality?” ambushing him at his house, needing to get to the bottom of this. ethan laid on his bed scrolling through his phone and ignoring you. “ethan, stop being a fucking asshole. this isn’t you.” “well maybe this is the new me so get used to it sweetheart.” and he said the usually loving pet name with such a douche bag tone it made your blood boil. “fine. don’t fucking talk to me until you get your shit together. i don’t want to see or hear from you, landry.” and you slammed his door on the way out, tears stinging your eyes.

- okay, leaving emo ethan alone for now. back to sunshine ethan! ethan still has trouble sticking up for himself so you’re his protector, just like you said in 7th grade. (he asked for no pickles. a 6’2 muscled boy standing behind you trying to make himself smaller)

“damn…” ethan muttered as he inspected his food. “what?” you asked around the fry in your mouth. “uh, nothing. just didn’t cook my burger right. it’s- it’s fine. no- no, y/n-“ “excuse me, sorry,” you flagged down your waitress and politely ask if they could remake ethan’s burger. and when you looked back to ethan his cheeks were turning red with embarrassment and you were about to apologize if that bothered him, but he just set a hand over yours and said “thank you. wouldn’t have enjoyed my food as much.”

- chad is a spider-man FANBOY AND HE WILL DENY IT BUT ITS TRUE. and it makes ethan flustered.

“chad just say you want to date spider-man.” mindy teased her twin. you were sat beside ethan at the table and noted how his eyes widened at her comment. you couldn’t help your quiet chuckle while chad tried to defend himself. “fuck off, mindy. he just seems like a cool dude. saving the city, friendly with the civilians, probably could bench press a car, bet he gets all the ladies-“ “okay, okay chad. stop talking about your crush.” and ethan’s ears turned red. you leaned into his side and whispered in his ear, “chad is your hall pass if you want.” and ethan fully wanted to die.

- okay another symbiote moment. so in the Spectacular SM peter becomes the host for the goo and there’s a fight with him and the sinister six, but then we find out he was asleep and the symbiote was using him like a puppet. so same thing with ethan. he’s asleep at your house him the big spoon you the little spoon (he likes being little spoon when he’s had a ROUGH day) so you wake up sometime in the night and when you look at the time it shows 3:38am and ethan is not beside you. so you look around the place and he’s nowhere, it makes you worry and angry. he’s never left this late at night, he’s usually always beside you the next morning. so when he is back in bed later that morning you question him.

“ethan where were you?” voice scratching from just waking up. you turned over in your messy bed to face ethan’s sleep puffy face. he groaned and his brows scrunched, “what are you talking about?” voice thick and deep, and usually that’d make you smother ethan in kisses, but you reworded your question. “last night. you disappeared around 3:40, where’d you go?” hoping it wasn’t the answer you were conjuring up. he inhaled deeply, “i didn’t go anywhere. was here the whole night.” “okay, now your just gaslighting me. why? with some side chick who’s got the hots for spider-man?” (possible black cat mention🤔) ethan couldn’t help the huffed laugh and that made you frown further, “i’m serious ethan. were you with some other girl?” and that fully woke ethan up, “no! no, sweetheart i swear i didn’t go anywhere. i mean, maybe i had a sleep walking moment, but i swear i wouldn’t purposely leave you at night.” his eyes a panic as he reached his hands to your waist and pulled you closer. you weren’t sure if you fully believed him, but you knew with certainty by his voice that he wasn’t cheating on you. “you know, i had the weirdness dream.” “what kind of dream?” “i was in central park at night and i’m dressed in a black spider-man suit fighting off doc ock, electro, scorpion, and sandman. really fucking weird.” and when you checked your phone later that day to see video footage from last night showing the exact description ethan gave you, you knew something was wrong.

- okay okay, i need more fluff to balance this growing angst. for halloween the both of you did a couples costume of han solo and princess leia (god i’m so fucking lonely😭)

“should of done luke instead,” mindy randomly commented. you replied, “you do know luke and leia are siblings, right?” she shrugged her shoulders, “seems more like luke than a han.” ethan couldn’t help butting in now, “what’s that mean?” “i think you know, chanel boots.” and walked away leaving the two of you speechless.

- you want to adopt a puppy, ethan wants a cat. so you get a potted plant. it dies after a week. “we’re not gonna be good parents” ethan said seriously while you couldn’t help chuckling behind your hand.

- okay i gotta bring up the upside down kiss, COME ON!!!! so your walking down the alleyway of your apartment dropping off your trash (idk something for you to be in alley) and your kinda distracted until a web shoots at your shirt and gives a tug.

“ethan! i really like this shirt,” you whined while pulling at the sticking substance. he tugged you closer and his boyish giggles sang into your ears, “sorry, sorry. you were a bit zoned out, didn’t want to spook you.” “and this was better?” “…eh” you walk closer to there he’s hangin from a web upside down, “really embracing the spider, spider-man.” teasing how his feet sat on the webbing as he held tightly, “aren’t you gonna get light headed?” “no, doesn’t affect me anymore” “lucky bastard” he chuckled some more and you walked closer to be face to face. he was a bit lower, big eyes sitting near your chin. you raised your hands to hold the sides of his face feeling the raised bits of fabric on his mask. “you know, i’ve always wanted to kiss a superhero. kinda a wild fantasy that was hard to fulfill.” voice dropping to a seductive coo with your thumbs tracing over his masked cheeks. ethan was quiet and then, “well, what kind of hero would i be if i didn’t help a beautiful civilian?” his voice also lowered and the masked covered up any signs of red blooming atop his skin. “can i pull your mask up, spider-man?” (y’all be KINKY!!!!) “just over the nose, gotta keep my identity.” you bit into your bottom lip while smiling, “of course.” your fingers slipped below the seam of his mask and teasingly rolled it until only his chin, parted mouth, and tip of his nose were visible. “you have lovely lips.” something you say all the time to ethan. his upside down mouth smiled, “and they are pretty lonely. so if you could plant one on me sweetheart, i’d really appreciate that.” and who were you to deny the friendly neighborhood spider-man of such a request? it was definitely a bit weird with the new angle, but the two of you simple feel into your usual rhythm. (i don’t feel like describing it, i’m sorry) when you pulled away first slowly you kept your eyes closed, letting the lingering tingle wash over you. finally when you opened them and look at ethan he fully said, “that was hot. we gotta do that more often.” and you fully agree.

#ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry blurb #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fic #jack champion #spider man!ethan landry

[howlingday]

Jaune: I can't wait! Today's gonna be the day I get my first kiss!

Pyrrha: Oh? A kiss?

Jaune: ACK!

Pyrrha: Jaune, you're going to have your first kiss?

Jaune: HELL NO!

Yang: Huh? Aren't you gonna kiss me?

Jaune: HELL YEAH!

Yang: Cool! C'mere!

Jaune: Wh-?!

Yang: (Kisses Jaune)

Pyrrha: Oh my!

Jaune: (Thinking) She saw it! Pyrrha saw me kiss someone that isn't her! But... But wait... Something's not right... Wait a minute!.

(WARNING! ONLY LIKE AT THIS POINT IF YOU'VE WEAKER CONSTITUTIONS)

Jaune: IT'S BARF!.

Ruby: Ugh... Yang's always been a nervous barfer...

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Pyrrha: (Hands over bag, Holding soda can) Here, Jaune. Here's some nausea medicine. Take it before bed tonight.

Jaune: Pyrrha, I... I screwed up. I had my first kiss, and it actually tasted like vomit. Now, for the rest of my life, I'm gonna be known as Vomit Kisser, or something.

Pyrrha: Jaune, drink this.

Jaune: (Drinks soda)

Pyrrha: It's true that your first kiss tasted like vomit, and nothing will ever change that. But your first indirect kiss (Takes can) will always taste like this soda. You never know what good memories will come after the bad ones.

#rwby #chainsaw man #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #ruby rose #arkos #dragonslayer

[arkangel9]

maybe that fic i mentioned earlier

no one fed me so i scrapped something from the cupboard. Btw the mannar family are not class A bitches and whores in this(IM MAKING THIS HAPPY EVERYONE'S GOOD OK)(pls i fuckin hate raja mannar ) Varadha looks in the mirror and runs a hand through his hair. He had just finished packing the last of his stuff into the suitcase. A knock interrupts his thoughts. He strides over to open it and is greeted with his sister gracing his doorway

Akka? Why are you here. I thought you were away for business till next week.

You think I'd miss sending you off?. Besides I'll fly back tonight. You done packing?

Yes akka

Well then let's go down. Baachi and Rudra are waiting.

Varadha moves to grab both of his suitcases before Radha smacks away one of his hands.

You can destroy your back plenty in college.

He grins at his akka. They didn't have the best relationship when she was a teenage and him a child but he's proud to say time did them a favor and they all matured into a happy enough family.

Baachi is lying on the couch with his feet resting on Rudra's lap. Both are tapping away at screens. Radha clears her throat and their attention snaps to her. Rudra shoves off Baachi's feet to stand up and stretch. Baachi shoots him a glare before standing up himself.

Rudra moves to grab the suitcase in Varadha's hands(A.N literally barfing at imaging this bitch being nice but hey).

Anna I can manage

Rudra just tousles Varadha's hair before grabbing the suitcase and moving towards the car. He tosses the keys to Baachi to open the car's boot. After they've all settled in. Rudra takes the keys back and they set off

They are about to drop him off at the college which was a fair 10 hour drive away or in Mannar terms '7 arguments and an almost murder of Baachi' away. All of them exit and help Varadha to extricate his suitcases from the boot. They bid their goodbyes. Baachi threatens him to call everyday or he'll show up and break through his windows. Rudra is about to smack the kid when Radha's phone rings. She answers it before handing it to Varadha.

He wants to talk to you.

Varadha holds the phone to his ear. He and his dad weren't close as they were when he was a kid. The man was always away on business and the death of his mother created some distance between them

Dei. Study well and if you do get into trouble, call home first.

Appa why do you assume i'll get into trouble

Because you're my child and your brothers and sisters sibling

He chuckles at the assessment. Radha shoots him a weird look before going back to berating Baachi about leaning his dirty shoe against the car.

Dei Do well. I know you will.

Thanks Appa

He hands the phone back to Radha and gives all his siblings a hug once again before they leave. He follows the car with his eyes till it leaves his sight before letting out a sigh and hefting his bags. He makes his way to the dorms and stops at the reception to enquire about his quarters. He notices a young man with a guitar case slung over his back at the desk.The youth turns to face him and gives him a lazy smile before focusing his attention on the receptionist.

Varadha returns the smile and shuffles over to the receptionist and enquires about his rooms.

'Varadharaja Mannar right? Room 134. 3rd floor east end room.'

Varadha thanks the lady before making his way to the elevator. He prays to God that its working because climbing via steps to the 3rd floor with 2 bulging suitcases isnt practical. He'd fall and die probably

He pushes the button and mutters a prayer when it lights up. He heads into the elevator and is about to close it when the earlier youth rushes in. The youth looks sheepish and mutters an apology.Varadha smiles in return

Which floor are you on? Floor 3

Ah same as me

The two travel the rest of elevator ride in silence except for the weird jingly elevator music.Varadha steps out first dragging his suitcases and makes his way east. He can sense the youth trailing behind. Finally he reaches the last room. The room is not in a row like the others but at the end. He opens the room and wonders when his roommate will check in. He rolls his suitcases to a corner and sits down when the door opens. The youth from earlier is at the doorstep.

This is room 134 right?

Yep.

The youth gives a grin so wide Varadha's afraid his cheeks will break.

Well I guess you're my roommate then. Im Devaratha Raaiser. Deva for short

Varadha infected with the others cheeriness laughs before replying

Varadharaja Mannar. You can call me Varadha.

#salaar #varadharaja mannar #devaratha raisaar #prithviraj sukumaran #prabhas #kabir x khalid #varadeva

[dilatorywriting]

If you ever feel stupid or unworthy of your aspirations, please know that I am going to be a literal doctor. And today when we were driving to a farm call the vet I was with handed me her lunch bag, which I assumed was just a plain ol' bag she was passing off to me because I looked carsick off my ass. And which I immediately barfed into. With her lunch still inside. And after realizing, then went "oh my god I'm so sorry" and went to hand it back to her.

If someone like me can have a license to do surgery and handle illicit drugs, you can do anything

#Rambles #What A Time To Be Alive #Just getting over crypto and immediately need to be A Different Dilemma #Called myself “The Problem Child” before we left and everyone laughed #No one was laughing after the Barf Bag

[blortch]

Best of the Worst: Junka 4 Description

Best of the Worst is BACK! After an embarrassing Halloween booze fest, we decide to stack up the old black spine tapes and play a game of Junka™! Heaven and help us!! This time legendary Hollyweird celebrity Milwaukee Culkin appears from behind a wooden thing. When he's in town he's known as Milwaukee Milwaukee Culkin Culkin (legal name change). What’s Junka™ you ask? Well I’m glad you didn’t. Junka™ is a game where we stack up tapes in rows of 7 or 8 or something like that. I think 7. I don't care. And then pull tapes out, replacing them on the top of the pile with a spray painted tape. We used to use Nukie tapes until we put them all in a wood chipper. Now they is dust. Rich “The Barf Bag” Evans joins Mr. McCulkin in a pointless battle of tapes, wits, and skills that's certain to be more difficult than Celebrity Jeopardy! While the last winner was Tim, he wasn’t around so we had Rich Evans battle Milwaukee. Milwaukee came prepared though. Bolstered by a healthy dose of Ego and anti-shaky hand medication, Milwaukee plans to defeat Rich “The Diaper Clown” Evans in this battle, thus forcing the gang (including himself) to watch ALL the tapes he was pulled out of them Junka™ pile. This is, of course, after the pile has fallen and a winner is declared. This game doesn't make any cents! A new feature will also be added to Junka™ it’s called Poach-a-Pick™. This exciting new feature allows the winner to choose tapes from the loser’s pile for added misery! Ow! My Bladder! This spine-tingling episode also stars Jay “The Creep” Bauman and Mike “Lardo Boozer” Stoklasa as he eyes up the prize of the day: more beer to soak into his brain during the screening and subsequent discussions. You see, Mike once had a sweatshirt that said “I’m just here for the boos” with a photograph of a ghost on it. While a delicious pun indeed, this shirt harbored the terrible truth that Mike is truly just there “for the booze”. Mike films with the camera as does Jay and then makes the jokes, but really he’s there to consume so much alcohol he has to be carried up the stairs to his bedroom by several fire fighters. Jay also gets carried up to his bedroom by several fire fighters, but that’s for a totally different reason. Can Rich “The Adult Toddler” Evans defeat Mack is Back with the Hacks Culkin? I mean Milwaukee Culkin? I don’t know. You tell me when the first segment of the video is over. I know the answer already. I put my bets on Rich "The Man-Ape" Evans. While he appears oafish and dumb, this kid does have skills with his hands, cock, and sharp mental focus. MaClunken Culkin has that star-power though, which may intimidate a mentally decrepit witless circus freak like Evans (46-year old toddler). Now, the thing with Junka™ is that while the pile is large and we do watch EVERY tape we doesn't always place them on the table to talk about. Only the best are selected. This is the danger with watching a bunch of rando tapes. However, these boys are professionals and can usually talk about anything. They power through their injuries. Rich's back hurts him 24/7. Jay just wants to be home watching weirdo movies with his cats. Mike drinks to forget and Magulkin Milwagon McCulkin counts the seconds down to when he can return to the warmth of Los Angeles where he doesn't have to smell the rotting stench of failure bellowing from three mid-west losers.

#rlm #mike #jay #rich #macaulay #blortchmod #just wanted to erm. highlight... whatever is going on here

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Pretty Girl | 5. hold my hand

1. pretty girl | 2. lover, you should’ve come over | 3. been on my mind | 4. last goodbye | 5. hold my hand

Warnings: again, mention of ed and ed discussion. if you want to skip those parts, go to the instagram story part :)

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y/n.username so guys,

you may or may not have noticed the inactivity, the rumors, the distance, or the chaos that’s recently been surrounding me and my life. if you haven’t, good on you.

i have no intention on denying anything said about me. it’s not my responsibility to acknowledge the lies that people spread about me, and it’s certainly not my job to change my lifestyle because someone i no longer associate with decided that my time is past.

that being said, i also have no intention on denying comments made about my past with an eating disorder. without getting into specifics, i want people to know that i’m not ashamed or scared to discuss my body and the choices i’ve made about it. yes, i’ve had moments of struggle about how i look. yes, i’ve learned how to love myself and see value in the people who love me. i’m not alone in my struggle, and neither is anyone else.

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10 minutes.

That’s all the time it took with Jake on the phone to convince him to come and see you that day.

That’s all it took for him to pay double for shitty plane tickets, fight through fans and press, and show up at your door hours later with roses and open arms. You’d talked with him for 10 minutes and everything clicked together like it always used to.

Jake told you about his sister and her own struggles with her body; how, when he was 11, Delilah was 19 and raising him and his little sister Lillibet. How that didn’t leave much room for positive reinforcement in Delilah’s mind about how she looked. How she hid it from everyone else and didn’t get any help until it was almost too late.

You know now, looking back on that day, that Jake had been absolutely terrified of almost loosing someone else to mental health. You couldn’t have known, just like he couldn’t have known about you, and together that created a messy jigsaw of unexplained, very real emotions that didn’t fit together at the time.

Jake’s anger, understandable yet unwarranted, and your stubbornness made quite the wedge in between you. A wedge, however, that was nothing compared to the immediate reconciliation that took place on the phone call. He finally, finally told you why it meant so much to him, and you told him where he misstepped.

That had been enough to convince him to come see you in New York on a whim.

And he hasn’t left since. It’s been five weeks of reconnecting, getting to know each other more, and finding new ways to love him. It may sound trite, but he really does surprise you every single day. Whether it’s coffee from your favorite cafe on the way back from his run or a carefully planned date, he never disappoints.

You can’t say that it’s easy. There are going to be difficulties no matter who you’re with, but Jake makes them worth it.

He’s worth the pain and the drama and the rumors and the talking. He’s worth it all.

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Instagram

y/n.username added to their story

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Messages

get bagman in the bag, man

tash: barf

callie: gross

you: because i’m so adorable?

callie: you are

callie: hangman isn’t

you: disagree

you: respectfully <3

tash: i know babe

tash: what are you doing today?

you: shopping to celebrate

callie: celebrate what?

you: i got a job

you: in paris

tash: NO FUCKONG WAY

tash: THATS INCREDIBLE

callie: BABEEE

callie: IM SO PROUD OF TOU

you: THANK YOUUU

you: ILY

callie: can we come visit you

tash: i’m coming with you

you: yes please

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Messagss

you: oh shit

jakey: what

you: everyone’s going to think i’m shopping for a wedding dress

jakey: are you?

you: you haven’t asked me anything

jakey: hmm

jakey: i’ll have to fix that soon

you: …

jakey: ♥️

you: so should i be wedding dress shopping

jakey: only if you want to, darlin’

you: i’m going to scream into a pillow

jakey: wait till i really ask you

jakey: you’re not going to know what to do with yourself

you: that’s what tasha is for

jakey: i was hoping you would say you would scream into my pillow

you: baby.

you: now i have to cut that out of the screenshot i’m sending to tash and callie

jakey: paybacks a bitch

you: no he isn’t.

jakey: you know what i mean

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y/n.username we say hi from paris 🥖

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tasha.trace I MISS YOUUU

-> y/n.username COME VISITTT

halo_cal_bass save some paris fun for me

y/nsrealgf she’s living her best life rn

penny.benny Awww! Have the best time ever!

jakeyywife okay but her and jake are so cute i can’t believe they’re back together

delilah.seresin my favs <33

r_paybackfinch why didn’t i get invited :(

-> y/n.username you’re always invited :((

roo_bradshaw unfair i wanna go to paris instead of hangman

-> tasha.trace then maybe ask your girlfriend to go

-> tasha.trace i’m sure she wouldn’t oppose

maverick.mitchell Amazing! Tell Jake to take you out to dinner!

-> y/n.username i will!

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Messages

you: mav says to take me out to dinner

jakey: lucky for you i already had that planned

jakey: there’s a dress for you on the bed

jakey: i’m downstairs whenever your ready

you: AWWWW

jakey: no rush

you: crying

jakey: don’t cry, darlin’

you: too late

jakey: …

jakey: i love you

you: i love you too

you: i don’t know why you thought that would make me stop crying though

jakey: ♥️

you: <3

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A/n: guys!! it’s finished. this series has meant so much to me and i thank you so much for all of your support. let me know what you think about this last part, and send me any thoughts, requests, anything you want <33 nova out ⭐️

taglist: @rosiahills22 @fangirlvibez @djs8891 1 @shanimallina87 @abaker74 @lauraseresin

#pretty girl #nova writes #jake hangman fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin social media #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #top gun #tgm #gp #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #top gun hangman #tw ed descussion #tw: ed mention #tw ed

[1heartsickfics]

could you do one of Peter being sick at the tower (nauseous and throwing up, fever etc) and Tony goes all Dad ModeTM, and all the Avengers are like damn, Tony is being so fatherly; when did he get so soft? later tony still showing how great of a dad he is peter falls asleep on him during a movie and the avengers are like bro? ur a dad to this kid now? and tony is all defensive like no-no hes-ok maybe kind of, now stop talking you're gonna wake my kid and he smiles down like *my* kid, I like that

Apparently I'm only in the mood for writing fandom fics rn cause I am just not feeling motivated to write for my oc's lately. Anyway here's a short one.

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"You alright there kid?" Steve asked Peter, noticing how unusually quiet he'd been tonight.

"M'okay," Peter shrugged, not sounding very convincing.

"He's definitely not okay," Clint said, "That is the face of someone who is going to puke soon."

"You gonna be sick Peter?" Steve asked, moving to sit beside Peter on the couch.

Peter swallowed hard, his face suddenly a pale green. "M-maybe," he struggled to get out.

"Clint can you-?" Steve stopped as Clint handed him the trash can, already one step ahead of him. Steve was grateful that Clint moved to sit on Peter's other side, placing a hand on the kids back as he leaned over the can. Clint had kids of his own, he knew how to do this. Steve on the other hand, felt pretty out of his element.

Peter groaned, wrapping his arms around his stomach. His mouth hung open limply and his eyes were unfocused as waves of nausea rushed over him. Normally he would be embarrassed that Hawkeye and Captain America were about to see him barf, but he felt too sick to even care.

"That's it kiddo, just keep breathing," Clint said, gently rubbing Peter's back.

"Does anybody know where Tony is?" Steve asked, looking around at the others. Tony was probably the one that Peter wanted right now. But he was met with clueless stares and blank faces.

"I'll go find him," Bruce said, standing up and heading out of the room.

Then Peter gagged harshly, his body convulsing as he threw up into the trash can. Steve brought his hand up to the kids forehead to help support him and keep his hair out of his eyes. He could feel that Peter was burning up with a fever.

"Jesus Pete what happened!?" Tony cried as he walked into the room, followed by Bruce, who had apparently found Tony rather quickly. Steve stood to let Tony take his spot next to Peter, who immediately wrapped an arm around the kids shoulders.

"I don't feel good," Peter moaned, slumping against his mentor.

"I know kid, but I've got you, you're gonna be alright," Tony said, rubbing his hand up and down Peter's arm. "Can someone go get us some water?" he asked, glancing up at the others.

Clint nodded, "I'll get it. You done for now Peter?" he asked, gesturing toward the trash.

Peter groaned, but nodded his head. Clint picked up the can and took it with him as he headed for the kitchen, presumably to clean it out and get Peter something else to be sick in for the inevitable round 2. Seems like the poor kid had caught a stomach bug.

Clint returned a moment later with a fresh bin lined with a plastic bag, and a glass of water. He set the trash can down in front of Peter again and handed Tony the water.

"Here Pete, you think you can take a drink for me?" he asked quietly.

Peter said nothing, but straightened up enough to take the glass from Tony. He took a small sip, wincing as he swallowed, then handed the glass back. Tony frowned, clearly not satisfied.

"Alright, we'll try some more later," he said, knowing that he shouldn't press too much or he'd risk making the kid sick again. "You want to go up to bed or stay down here?" he asked.

"Too tired," Peter shook his head, eyelids drooping heavily as if to prove his point.

"Okay, come here then, lay down," Tony said, placing a pillow in his lap for Peter to lay on, then helping maneuver the kid so that he was laying down.

Tony could have easily carried the kid to bed, but decided that it might be best to have him out here where he could keep an eye on him for a while anyway. He brushed the kids hair out of his eyes then grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him as best he could.

That was when he felt the eyes on him. All of the others had been silently watching the exchange. They'd never seen Tony so... soft.

"What?" he asked, rolling his eyes at the looks on their faces.

"You the kids dad now huh?" Nat asked, smirking playfully, although there was fondness in her eyes.

"Well, no. Obviously not. I mean, he's just-" Tony fumbled over his words, caught off guard by the word 'dad'. Was he? Is that how Peter thought of him? He hated to admit that the thought made his heart swell a little. Maybe this really was his kid.

#sick peter #peter parker #caretaker tony #dad tony #tony start #tony and peter #avengers #marvel #sickfic #tw: vomit #vomit trigger warning

[bestwenclairfics]

Driving to my house in the middle of the night - Chapter 1 - AtomicJellyb3an - Wednesday (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

Just kiss her already enid~ you are sooo gay

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Um, are you at the right place?” Enid pokes her head around the doorframe and glances down the hall. “Sorry, who are you?”

The girl’s face doesn’t change but Enid sees her eye twitch and her hands are in tightly curled fists, one clenching a small paper bag.

“Jesus Christ, would you believe. And you?” She says in a deadpan tone.

Enid bites her tongue.

“Zeus, would you believe?” She mocks and the girl gives her a very slow once over, huffing quietly.

“Funny, I thought he’d be taller,” she raises a single brow, “and impressive.”

Enid glares, “ok you know what-”

Suddenly she feels an arm curl around her waist and pull her back before she attacks this random girl. Tyler gives her an odd look and smiles welcomely at the newcomer.

“Wednesday, hi! Sorry about Enid, she’s a little cranky.”

The girl, Wednesday apparently, shoots Tyler an unimpressed look before zeroing in on Enid’s jumper and frowning even harder. “I would be too if I had to wear such a hideous color.”

Enid gasps and gestures to Wednesdays all black outfit.

“Excuse me? At least I’m matching the theme, you look like you were barfed out of a Hot Topic magazine.”

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday adams #wednesday #wenclair fanfic #bestwenclairfanfics #wenclair fic #wednesdayaddams

[soobjvn]

TULIPS 🌷⁎︎° ✳︎ CHAPTER 15 : “ speechless ,,

↳︎ cw: girthy written ch 🤞

[ prev. ✧︎ toc. ✧︎ next. ]

Y/N SHUT OFF her phone, turning her attention back to the tube of mascara in her hand. when her roomate, winter, belted out a note from one of the songs blaring through the dorm’s speaker system, y/n flinched, smearing the inky black makeup underneath her eye. she silently cursed winter’s existence.

“y/n!” yunjin bursted into one of the dorm’s two bathrooms, giving her roomate a hug from behind. “you almost done? jay’s gonna be here in…” she looked at her wrist for a watch that was evidently nonexistent. “…soon. he’ll be here soon.”

“i would be done if WINTER hadn’t startled me,” she pointed to the smudge. yunjin giggled. winter yelled back an apology from the living room.

“it’s kind of a look,” she looked at yunjin with eyes that said ‘seriously?’ and wiped it away with a q-tip. she finished off with a spray of her perfume.

“woah, woah,” yunjin let go of y/n to cross her arms, a knowing smile plastered on her lips. “that’s your good perfume. as in, the fancy-expensive-one-that-smells amazing-but-you-refuse-to-let-us-even-touch-it perfume.” y/n shrugged, knowing where yunjin was going but denying her of the satisfaction.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, yun.”

“this is for yeonjun isn’t it,” she said it as a statement rather than a question. caught.

“crazy assumption… we, like, just met.”

“re-met. and you’re already a goner,” yunjin wasn’t buying y/n’s refusal after her and winter had listened to y/n’s retelling of the diner outing. ‘you’re drooling, y/n,’ she’d said. ‘you practically have stars in your eyes.’ winter added. yeah right.

“am not! this perfume just smells really good!!”

“oh… oh ok. yeah no for sure.”

“get out.”

“nope. you’re coming with; we gotta go,” yunjin pulled on y/n’s arm to lead her out of the bathroom, making y/n laugh at the toddler-like behavior.

“they’re already here? isn’t it like 5:15?”

“ ‘already?’ ” winter chimed in, sitting up from the sofa. “it’s 5:45, y/n.”

“same thing.”

“y/n, i think your new year’s resolution next year should be punctuality,” yunjin joked as y/n grabbed her bag and keys from the kitchen counter.

“she already tried last year, remember?” winter giggled.

“you guys are mean,” she pouted, exiting the dorm room while the girls trailed behind her to the elevator.

THEY SPOTTED JAY’S car (aka, “miranda,” to their recent knowledge), its exterior sparkling clean as he’d mentioned. he was sat in the driver’s seat, phone in hand, texting their group chat to inquire the girls’ whereabouts. winter stealthily approached his window and knocked, making jay jump and everyone else laugh. the girls hopped in the back seats.

“why are we all sitting in the back? is this some sort of patriarchal seating arrangement?” yunjin asked, kai laughing, and taehyun promptly answering from the front seat with a ‘yes.’

they’d all made it to the karaoke booths with 5 minutes to spare—with, of course, the ride’s conversation being the statutory yeonjun questionnaire—to find yeonjun, soobin, and beomgyu waiting outside.

kai was the first to exit the vehicle, enthusiasm in his every step. he approached the boys with a warm smile and gave each a quick hug. he introduced all of those who weren’t familiar with one another (which was essentially everyone), making sure to add in a “yeonjun, this y/n- ah, wait, my mistake,” kai giggled, patting yeonjun and y/n on their backs, moving over to spark conversation with beomgyu and soobin.

“y/n,” yeonjun turned to y/n with a smile, taking in her appearance, mentally describing it as ‘breathtaking’—though he had a feeling he’d think that regardless of her stylistic choice. “you look great,” he watched as she reflected his smile with the compliment, responding to it with a greeting hug.

“thanks! you look… ok i guess,” she chuckled at her own joke, only making his grin even cheesier.

“i take my compliment back.”

“are you guys done flirting?” beomgyu faked a barf as he peered outside of the building’s entrance, and the pair realized they were the only two still outside. “we’re waiting!”

y/n rolled her eyes, strolling inside and beginning to talk with beomgyu as they walked to their designated booth. yeonjun followed close behind, ears red as he listened to beomgyu tease the girl about him. he’d be lying, though, to say his stomach didn’t slightly turn at her lack of reaction to beomgyu’s words. she quickly brushed them off, and he could make out something along the lines of ‘calm down gyu, we’re just friends,’ and then moving on to casual talk. ‘so how’ve you been? it’s been forever since…’

kai held open the door to the biggest karaoke booth the business had. multicolored strobe lights and the tv screen with a variety of song genres lit up the booth, and a disco ball was hung overhead. the group filed in, choosing seats on either side of the booth. y/n glared at yunjin as she pushed y/n towards yeonjun—after whispering “nuh uh, you’re not sitting next to me”—which forced her to grab his arm for support.

“sorry, jun. tripped,” she awkwardly laughed, looking at yunjin wide-eyed a second time. she shrugged, mouthing “it’s for your own good,” and turning to go sit next to winter, kai, and soobin.

“if you wanted to sit by me that bad you could’ve just asked,” he winked, making y/n’s cheeks flush pink. she found herself understanding the “player” rumor winter mentioned, the thought making her giggle.

“whatever,” she said, her flustered state blocking her ability to think of a better comeback. she plopped next to yeonjun on the padded bench.

this is gonna be a long night, y/n thought to herself; for better or worse she wasn’t yet certain. kai interrupted her thoughts by loudly singing some twice song she couldn’t make out due to his volume halting her brain cells’ activity.

yeah, no, definitely for worse.

AS THE NIGHT progressed, so had the voice cracks and drink intake (kai, being extra, had ordered the ‘luxury drink package’), which caused everyone to loosen up and talk as though this hadn’t been their first time meeting.

at this given moment, taehyun was wrapping up their stay at the karaoke booth with a cover of ‘obliviate’ [iu]. y/n’s 2nd job may be criticizing her younger cousin, but the second he started to sing she retired; she couldn’t disregard his pure talent. she’d always wondered why he didn’t choose hybe, especially when he’d been accepted with open arms. he’d always respond with something about ‘a more concrete future.’

besides marveling over taehyun’s voice, y/n had partaken in having a drink or two… or five.

sadly (or, alternately, rather happily), drunk y/n’s victim was none other than choi yeonjun. he’d only had enough to drink to make him tipsy at most. he would later thank himself for that decision, allowing his memory of the night to be crystal clear.

before taehyun had gone up to sing, y/n and beomgyu (who was equally as gone as she was) finished doing a duet of ‘switch to me’ [rain, jyp]—which the group would later agree as being the most entertaining song of the night—and was sitting back down next to yeonjun.

“ever thought about being a singer?” she looked at him and giggled.

“no, i’ve thought about being a dancer though.”

“yeah?” he grinned. “when?”

“umm, like two weeks ago, when i found out you were one,” yeonjun bit his lip to hide the embarrassingly wide smile appearing.

“i’m that much of an inspiration, huh?”

“i mean, sure. i meant because you’re reeeally hot, though,” she put a hand on his shoulder. “like, really hot. i seriously think you’re the most attractive man i’ve ever seen. and imagining you dancing? i’m gone.”

i’m gone, yeonjun thought. he was glad she was too tipsy—and that it was too dark in the booth—to notice his face practically glowing red.

“jesus, y/n,” taehyun muttered next to her, before going up to sing.

“she’s not gonna remember this tomorrow is she?” jay laughed.

“what? look at him!.. oh my god, i can’t, yeonjun stop looking like that,”

“can’t, sorry.”

“i hope you know how stunned i was when i saw you in person… like sure you looked great online, but then i saw you in front of me and- i dunno,” once taehyun had finished singing, the group erupting in applause, y/n continued. “yeonjun?”

“y/n?”

“do you ever think about what would’ve happened if we got together freshman year..? like, god- it’s a stupid question, because, like, what freshman year relationship lasts? oh my god do you remember taehyun’s? he posted all those ‘depressed’ snaps on his story after,” she nearly cackled.

“i have thought about that before, yeah,” he smiled tenderly.

“ok, good, i’m not a freak. honestly, that was all i thought about after you moved, like ‘am i an ass?’ ‘should i have said yes?’, because, well, i liked that other guy… what was his name..? i don’t even remember, but he sucked. like how do you suck in freshman year??” she leaned back into the bench, using her cardigan like a blanket, smiling to herself.

“anyways, sorry if i’m ranting, i may be a little drunk right now-”

“really? never would’ve guessed,” yeonjun responded, earning a playful shove from the girl.

“hilarious, yeonjun, you’re hilarious. i’m drunk, so i’m gonna pretend i didn’t catch the sarcasm,” she hiccuped before continuing. “anyways again, i thought about that for a while the night after we went to the diner, which i loved by the way, really good job. but i was laying in bed, wondering if we would’ve lasted..? and then i remembered you moved, so probably not, but if we did, i’d be one lucky girlfr- oh my god, i don’t think i’ve done duolingo today. jun can you hold this?” she handed yeonjun her drink, but he nearly dropped it.

“yunjin! what’s ‘apple’ in french again?” y/n shouted, scrambling over to the other side of the room to sit next to her. he watched as she smiled with yunjin, winter, and kai, screaming at them for their awful memory of french vocabulary.

“you good?” soobin took y/n’s seat, following yeonjun’s gaze. “yeah, it’s bad huh,” yeonjun could only nod, his eyes soft and mouth slightly ajar. “are you drooling..?”

y/n had left choi yeonjun speechless.

THE DRIVE BACK to the dorm would’ve been peaceful, had soobin and yeonjun not lived with beomgyu, who had been singing the entirety of the ride.

“how is he still going?” soobin, the designated driver for the night, asked yeonjun, who’d had a goofy grin plastered to his face. “ok so what’d i miss? you’re smiling like you just won the lottery. or, better, a lifetime supply of pillsbury doughboy rolls.”

“we have pillsbury doughboy rolls??” beomgyu paused his singing to ask.

“no,” soobin responded flatly.

“aww. can we get some then?”

“no.”

“aww. can we get some later?”

“maybe.”

“aw- wait that’s not a no!” soobin pinched the bridge of his nose. how he’d become the father of a 22 year old, he wasn’t aware.

“yeonjun? hellooo,” soobin waved his hand in front of yeonjun’s face without taking his eyes off the road.

“sorry, i just-” he pursed his lips to hide the growing smile. “she was drunk, obviously, and ranting about how attractive i am…”

“that’s what this is about? hasn’t she accidentally slipped that to you like 8 times?”

“no, no, that’s not it. she started talking about how ‘if we had gotten together and lasted until now, she’d be a really lucky girlfriend.’” he looked at soobin, and soobin had to laugh at the pure joy on his face.

“yeah, it’s definitely bad.”

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A/N 🌷 is this... a yj x y/n progress crumb? 😱 also quick thank u for the continued support on this story, it means a lot! i love each and every one of u reading this mwah

#beomgyu #hueningkai #soobin #txt beomgyu #txt huening kai #txt smau #txt soobin #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #yeonjun #txt texts #txt #my txt #txt post #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smau #kpop smau #kpop #tomorrow x together #kang taehyun #choi yeonjun

[diatomaceous-worth]

More on the youtuber au... (from this art)

Ok don't kill me but it's also a soulmate au. and because I've been drafting it for a long time and it might be good while before anything finished sees the light of day, here a detailed synopsis.

So...we can start with Alfred. He lives with his brother who is getting fed up that he's late on rent each month. It's been months since Alfred's graduated high school and maybe he'll enroll in the community college but he doesn't really know what he wants to do. He's just been working odd jobs. The best he can do now is at the pizza joint, which is always sure to never give him enough hours to go full time. But it's ok, because when he's not doing that he's making youtube videos.

He and Kiku would make them as kids, and now he's giving it his all, trying the cinnamon challenge, posting videos of him playing minecraft and crazy Dota moments. He's really hoping something will take off. But it's hard. None of his shit gets any views. Not nearly as much as the most fucking annoying youtuber: Arthur Kirkland.

He makes the most basic ass lifestyle videos like "my boyfriend does my makeup" and "going to high tea" or "animal crossing house tour" shit. Why millions of people care about that pip pip cheerio fuck is beyond him.

Something about him just irrationally ticks him off. Maybe it's because he doesn't seem deserving of fame. Maybe because Arthur has many times been petty and gotten involved in twitter spats that just make him look bad. Maybe it's because he's weird. In every video, he always wears gloves. He never takes them off, and he always dodges questions about it.

On r/KirklandSnark some people have picked up that he always wears long sleeves, too. The leading theory on the sub, which became such an often repeated and heated topic that Alfred banned discussion on it, is that he's hiding his soulmate mark. That it extends from his hands onto his arm. (Alfred's theory however is that he does it to seem eccentric for views)

But maybe it's true, maybe it's not. Alfred's gut tells him that Francis is not Arthur's soulmate. Alfred has noticed Arthur does share a lot about his life but he is also closed off in a lot of ways. Yet making a video on the topic of soulmates would only benefit Arthur. Youtubers talking about which soulmate mechanism they have, or how they met their soulmate; people eat that shit up. Because all the unmatched young people want to imagine themselves meeting their soulmate and how magical it could be, or they want to figure out which soulmate mechanism they will have.

Alfred doesn't openly admit it but he has spent way too much time watching videos like that. Can you blame him though? For being nineteen and never having felt any connection to his soulmate? If they even exist?? He has never woken up with words on his skin nor felt any sensation that wasn't his. Never seen a glimmer of a red thread out of the corner of his eye nor found any mark on his body that might tie him to another.

Meanwhile he has to sit on the bus and bear witness to strangers bumping into each other and freaking the fuck out about it because they said each other's words. They don't even carry barf bags on buses did you know that?

But Alfred doesn't want to give up hope. Someone is out there for him.

Arthur Kirkland on the other hand?

The topic of soulmates brings him misery. Soulmates are a blight. They are bloody inconvenient. Why should he be destined to anyone? Doesn't he have a choice? Will his dense as bricks soulmate every stop cheating on tests?

He was ten when the first ink appeared on his skin. He remembered how profound it felt. To watch the scribbles bloom over his arms and palms. He knew what it was, and he wrote back a simple reply. An introduction, his name.

The lack of response was the first step to his disillusionment with the whole thing. By the time he was in year 10 he resolved to stop looking. It was easier to cover up his hands to avoid catching whatever drivel his soulmate wrote or drew. They seemed dead set on ignoring him, and Arthur grew tired of wondering why his messages didn't seem to go through.

Occasionally he wouldn't be able to avoid it. The year Arthur tried uni was when the cheating started. First it was chemistry formulas and the next year it was math equations, all crammed under his navel in an absurd number of rows. Sometimes he caught the to-do lists written on the back of his hands. Things like "ch.2 east of eden" or "socks 4 matt". He tried to avoid catching those things, knowing that going down that path of trying to figure out who Matt was would drive him insane. But based on the spellings, he was sure he was American. And that was enough to put Arthur at ease.

His soulmate was far far away, and Arthur could be free to live his life and tend to his overly massive youtube channel (the one that afforded him a flat in London, dates with Francis, and even a meeting with the queen. (Never mind that the meeting with the queen was almost a disaster, that in the car before they set foot on the grounds he watched Francis's eyes grow in horror as they stayed glued to his brow, watching a crude sharpie penis appear on his forehead. Francis tried to scrub it off even, despite Arthur's protests (soap never worked, ever), but in the end an obscene amount of makeup saved the day.)

It was a lot to ignore, but continuing on despite it all was all he ever knew. So he entertains himself with his channel, savors the good moments with Francis, and occasionally indulges in the strange people who try to start drama with him online.

And this is where Alfred's "Why Arthur Kirkland SUCKS" video comes into play. Because Alfred's finally had enough of the mediocrity. And he just goes for it. Buys a stupid fake fancy hat and suit from party city (And of course his stupid gloves!), and rants to the camera about everything that annoys him about the guy.

"All his fans just like him for his stupid accent. Being hot and british is not an excuse for a personality! Look at me! I'm Arthur Kirkland and blimey the other day I had the spiciest cracker! Think they might have put salt on it!"

And Arthur has no qualms about ripping back into Alfred. It's only fair because Alfred certainly didn't hold back. Arthur's response video is fairly successful, and Arthur moves on from it, happy with the chatter it generated and satisfied that he out-roasted that git, while Alfred is so extremely shocked that Arthur responded to him that a week goes by in the blink of an eye and when he finally goes to check out the subreddit he's been neglecting, he locks every post discussing the video and finally approves the guy who had been bugging him to be the second moderator (some guy named Peter). It's simply too weird to see discussions about himself, and maybe the whole dedicated subreddit was a little too much...?

But back to Arthur, part of his decision to make the video came from its convenience. It was easy to make while he was moving. He moves to the US for Francis's career, settling in Chicago (and you'll never guess where Matt and Al live). They break up when Francis wants to move on (Arthur thought it was perfect to be with someone whose soulmate was dead, because then he could never complain about his own situation, but here's another thing that didn't work out).

Arthur finds himself living out of hotel, drinking too much, and on one night, ordering pizza. Alfred isn't normally the guy who delivers, but after the normal driver clocks out early, his boss forces him to deliver this order some asshole put in ten minutes before close.

It's very strange when he knocks on the hotel door, and Arthur Kirkland answers, fully clothed and gloved, staring back at him with a similar shocked recognition in his eyes.

...

crazy right. not going to say what happens in the hotel but I'll say that Alfred goes back home to his couch, dreams a peaceful dream instead of his frequent nightmares, and Arthur finds himself surprised that he wants to see his internet hater again.

#this au is my blursed son

[sweet-villain]

Stumbling ~S.H

Anonymous asked:

May I request some Steve.

Where you're the only female member of Hellfire and everyone assumes the girlfriend of Eddie but really yall are just best friends. Eddie is constantly trying to get you to go to the mall with him and get some ice cream at scoops ahoy. When you finally cave Eddie is expecting you to make fun of king Steve like he does but instead your a fluttering mess. Eddie makes fun of you the entire time of course but you just can't get Steve and those shorts out your mind

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You patted your pockets as you stood up from your chair, frowning and cursing underneath your breath reaching for your bag to look inside. They were no where to be found. The little bag you were looking for was indeed missing.

" Something wrong, sweets?" Eddie asks hearing you huffing.

" I left my dice at home" you sighed, crossing your arms across your chest as you looked down at your lap feeling disappointed in yourself.

" You can use mine, just this once" Eddie held out his palm that had his dice on there. The once you specially made him for his birthday. It has his initials on it. Your head rose to meet his face, he was smiling with his dimples out.

" You two make me barf" Mike rolls his eyes sitting near Dustin who elbowed him in the chest. Mike "owed" and rubbed it as he glared at him.

" Shut it Wheeler" Eddie mutters.

" Always looking out for your little girlfriend" he mutters underneath his breath. Eddie shot him a glare. You took the dice from Eddie sending him a smile.

" Thank you Eds"

"Thank you Eds" Gareth mocked Eddie. Eddie snarled at him kicking his leg. " Hey! What was that for?" Gareth winded rubbing his leg as he pouted.

" Listen here you little sheeps, Y/N isn't my girlfriend, we are best friends. Nothing more and nothing else. Got it?"

They all nodded.

" Just one of the guys" you joked. " But the girl version" you shrugged causing Eddie to roll his eyes. You've been best friends with Eddie since the beginning of high school. You happen to be the only girl in Hellfire too. Everyone adored you except they teased you and thought you as Eddie's girlfriend.

Every single time they saw you hanging out with Eddie.

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Your bedroom window open and Eddie stepped inside careful not to scare you. He saw you sitting in the corner of your room with your headphones on while you were busy working on some homework.

He heard you humming along to the song. It wasn't the first time he has been in your room, not the second or third time. He'd always come over when your parents were out of town or just sneak because he needed to see you or he was bored.

Suddenly your headphones were off your head and you quickly turned around ready to attack when you saw Eddie standing there with his hands up in the air.

" Woah there sweets, it's just me. You loo like you were ready to eat me alive" he joked, putting a hand on his heart.

" What are you doing here, Eds?"

" Nice to see you too" you rolled your eyes watching him plop down on the bed bouncing on it as he leaned back against the wall.

" Come to the mall with me, you gotta come with me to Scoops Ahoy. The ice cream there is so good plus you gotta see who works there. You won't believe it" Eddie chuckles.

" Who? Who is so important that requires my presence?"

" King Steve" he snickers. Your eyebrows knitted together as the name seemed familiar to you. " You know, the one walking around with Tommy H and Carol. Every girl wants to sleep with him and every guy wants to be him. Well except me, no thank you. You know?"

It looks like the dots connected as you realized who he was talking about. Steve was attractive and you sat behind him in English class at one point, he only had eyes for Nancy Wheeler. You stood no chance in talking to him and hoping he'd pay attention to you. You settled on being in your own space and befriending Eddie at the time.

" You there? Hello?" Eddie called out to you, throwing a pair a socks at your head that he found in a ball by your bed. They bounced off your head and landed on the floor.

You snapped out of your thoughts.

" Sorry!" you quickly spoke as you shook your head, " went up here for a bit" you tapped the side of your head.

" What were you thinking about?"he asked. He had hoped you weren't thinking about King Steve. There was no way he was going to let you be around him. Not on his watch.

" Oh nothing" you turned around in your chair hiding your blushing cheeks away from your best friend who huffed.

" That doesn't seem like nothing otherwise you wouldn't hide.. don't tell me it was about Harrington?"

You mumbled something underneath your breath that Eddie didn't catch. " What was that, sweets?" he asked standing up from the bed and making his way over to you. He turned your chair around that you were facing him.

" So what if I was?" He scoffed.

" You got to be kidding me, he doesn't even call a girl back after he sleep with one. He breaks heart, Y/N. Anyone but him" Eddie groans.

" It's not like anything is going to happen"

" Better not"

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You gave into Eddie taking you to Scoops Ahoy at the mall and when you stood in front of the doors, your eyes caught on Steve. He had a blue uniform on and as you got closer to the counter seeing him clearer as the day, he was a mouth watering sight.

" Ahoy ladies-" he got cut off when he noticed it was you and Eddie standing.

" I'm not a woman clearly, Harrington" Eddie points out to himself. But Steve's gaze fell on you as you stood there standing by Eddie's side with your cheeks flushed and eyes shining at him.

" Oh hello there, would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'm going to be your captain, Steve Harrington" Steve leaned on the counter supporting his head with hand as he looked at you. God, he thought you were the most beautiful sight he has ever seen.

" We would like one rocky road and one strawberry ice cream" Eddie started to say when he snapped his fingers in front of Steve's face. " Hello? Stop staring at my best friend and do your job, Harrington"

Steve glared over at Eddie as he took out the scooper from the side of his shorts and you watched him turn around to get some cone. Your eyes grew wide seeing the shorts. His ass looked really good in and then you could of just melted right there and there as he turned around.

As he scooped the strawberry ice cream, his eyes peered at you with a wink sending your heart fluttering. You haven't even spoken a word to him and yet you wanted to jump over the counter and jump his bones.

" Here you go..." he wanted to say your name but didn't know what your name was. Of course he has seen you in school before but he didn't really pay attention until now.

" It's Y/N" Eddie answers for you, snickering seeing your mouth opening and closing like a fish as you stared at Steve. His hand was reaching out and holding your ice cream.

" Your ice cream Y/N" this time Steve says your name. You wondered what it was like if he moaned it. Red cheeks painted your cheeks as you took it from him with your fingers brushing over his.

" Thank you" you squeaked out, looking down feeling embarrassed from staring at him. Eddie took his as he followed you to the table that you chose.

" You're going to tell what that was about?" he chuckled seeing you glare at him for a moment before your eyes fell on Steve as he took care of the other customers.

" I don't know what you were talking about" you shrugged.

" You like him!" Eddie shouted. Your eyes grew wide as you reached over slapping your hand over his mouth. " Eddie! Shut up!" he laughed underneath your hand. You felt eyes on you as you talked to Eddie feeling that Steve was the one watching you.

" I don't not" you sat back down, looking away.

" You should ask for his number" your eyebrows knitted together.

" What happened to anyone but him part?"

Eddie shrugs, " I guess you can live a little and see the King Steve for yourself. You wouldn't stop oogling over him."

" I wasn't!" Eddie shot you a look. Your head turned to look to see what Steve was doing and he walked around to wipe some of the tables down. Your mouth watered at the sight of those shorts.

" Can you do that somewhere else or would you like to see me throw up over this table?"

Your head snapped to glance at your best friend.

" Huh?"

" Stop oogling over King Steve over there"

" I'm not!" you huffed in your seat.

" Everything alright?" Steve spoke up as he looked over to you and Eddie. " Is he bothering you?" he motioned to Eddie. " Want me to take care of him?" Eddie snorted.

" What's so funny?"

" Like you can take me down"

" Oh I can" Steve glared down at Steve. You weren't paying attention to what they were talking about because Steve was right there. His shorts was mer touch away from grabbing them and you wanted to pull him to you. You wanted him to sit by you. You wondered what it was like to be so close to him. To be in his space.

" Let's go, Y/N" Eddie says as he gets up adjusting his jacket as he looked over at Steve. You didn't even notice that something was placed in your hand when you were about to walk out. Your eyebrow scrunched together in confusion and glanced down seeing a phone number. His phone number.

When your head snapped to look at him, he winked as he wiped the counter you were sitting at.

" Y/N!" Eddie calls out to you. You sent Steve a smile as you hurried towards Eddie. You didn't want to keep him waiting.

When Eddie dropped you home, you rushed to your bedroom grabbing onto the napkin with Steve's number clasping it over your chest as you fell down on your bed with a happy sigh.

Steve in that Scoops uniform. He given you his number too. Your day couldn't gotten any better.

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