#but holy fuck they should have redone the voice work

[zelda-pairings]

I'm kinda surprised no one is really mentioning how Keegan Michael Key didn't do a typical Toad voice for the new Mario movie trailer. Everyone talks about how Chris Pratt didn't even try, and how amazing Jack Black is, but no one has really brought up Toad.

Toad being high pitched and scratchy is funny as a joke, but I'm glad that it's looking like that won't be the case, at least for the main Toad.

Though seriously....if Jack brought the attitude for Bowser, and Keegan masked his voice enough I had to Google his role, Chris could do an accent, or Illumination should have listened to feedback (from all sources, not just focus groups, cuz very few people like Chris anymore) and given the role to anyone else. An actual voice actor, or a celebrity that does voice work (Nick Offerman, anyone?), if Charles couldn't do it for whatever reason.

#zelda mumbles #the new mario movie #SMB #just some thoughts on the first trailer #I do want the movie to do well #cuz if it tanks we can say goodbye to any future nintendo movie #but holy fuck they should have redone the voice work #only idiots moms and young kids like crisp ratt anymore

[nightowlfandom]

CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit. 

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief. 

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.” 

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door. 

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word. 

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!” 

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed. 

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice. 

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully. 

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.” 

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face. 

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed. 

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed. 

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!” 

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk. 

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused. 

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned. 

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago. 

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders. 

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit. 

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

 “Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

 “I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off. 

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck. 

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

#nightowlfandom #hoseok smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #kpop imagines #kpops cenarios #kpop smut #kpop x reader #hoseok imagines #taehyung imagines #yoongi imagines #jimin imagines #jungkook imagines #seokjin imagines #imagines #min yoongi smut #bts au #bts x reader #bts smut #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagines #bts ceo au #yoongi x reader #boss x reader #smut #smut imagines

[oh-my-gawd]

Baby, a little crazy is alright with me. Chapter: 3

Description: y/n finds a nice surprise at the diner

Pairing: fem!reader x Brendon Urie

Warning: language and flirty stuff towards the end

Word count: around 1062 (yay it’s longer)

A/N: I got some positive feedback on my last one so I’m happy to keep posting. I worked harder on this one and as usual I’m open to positive feedback and constructive criticism (I don’t own the gif)

Your heart was racing, holy fuck maybe he did like you. I mean why else would he give you his personal number? You grip the steering wheel tightly, excitement rushing their your veins. You glance over at your friend who has a satisfied smirk on her face.

“I told you so.” She says looking away and at her nails. Her eyebrows raised and the smirk still there. You roll your eyes

“Yeah whatever, but I think i'm the one who should be feeling satisfied, I got a hot guys number.” you say with a bit of cockiness in your voice, looking back to the road.

“Yeah, a famous hot guy. Lets just hope he's not, ya know, a jerk.” oh, I guess you didn't really think about that possibility. I mean from what you've heard online and from the impression you got, he doesn't really seem like a bad person. People do where masks though. Its happened in the past with old relationships. It's always the same pattern, they seems like a good person in the beginning but once you get to know them, they're an asshole and another mark is added to your heart.

“We don't know that yet, I barely know him” you say, partly trying to reassure yourself. Pulling into the diner parking lot, you open the door and get out, as does she. You both walk into the diner and greet the owner. “Hey Rob!” you say waving at the disheveled 40 year old cooking in the back. The diner is simple, seemingly not redone since the 50s, pink and aqua themed with pink fluorescent lights, lighting the whole diner. The diner has been passed down through the family, at least that's what Rob has told you in the past. You and y/f/n have been coming here since you were both kids, in fact that's how you became friends. Both of your families were having breakfast here and being kids and wanting to befriend everything that breathed (and even some stuffed animals that didnt) you both talked over the seats, next thing you knew you were both going to the same school,becoming best friends and the rest is history.

“Take your seats and i'll be with you with your usuals.” he called out behind his back. You and y/f/n took a seat at the pink colored counter by the register. The usual waitress Melissa came over with two glasses of water. She sat the down with a smile, bright red lipstick on full display. Melissa was a very pretty woman in her 30´s, she had curly brown hair and beautiful dark skin with freckles speckled across her face. She's been working at the diner for about 10 years, you've known her since you were young and you consider her like an aunt.

“So what are you two girls coming in so late?” she asked sincerely.

“Well me and y/f/n went to a concert and-” you tried to respond before y/f/n interjected

“y/n got the lead singers number!” she said loudly, shoving Melisa the flag with the number.

“Wow y/n! I didn't know you had it in you ” Mellisa teased. “So was he cute?” she prodded

“Well i mean yeah, he was..” you stated, trailing off a bit

“Well describe him!” she asked, intrigued about your sudden love life.

“Well… He has black hair, pretty brown eyes, a beautiful voice, a strong jaw and a nice body.” you reminisce, trying to remember every detail from when you met him a while ago.

“Well thank you” you hear a familiar voice to your right. You turn to the stranger and see Brendon, because of course you do, just like a telenovela. You blush your little heart out as embarrassment fills you up. You just fucking told brendon why he's hot, what could be worse?

“Wow, you were right. He is hot” Melissa sighs as she stares at him. We all turn to her a little confused as to why she just said that. “But, of course i should get back to work “ She stammered, picking up the tray and rushing back into the kitchen. Y/f/n is pretty chill (surprisingly) and tells you she needs to go to the bathroom, not without whispering you a good luck.

“So, um what are you doing here?” you asked, trying to break the ice a bit and loosen the embarrassment. You also were a little curious as to what Brendon was doing here in the small diner.

“Well, usually after a set i just head to the hotel with the rest of the guys but i was craving a burger so i just headed to the closest diner.” he said waving his hand nonchalantly “With my luck I ran into you here” he smiled with those pearly white. “So glad that this diner holds the best meals” he stated, looking you up and down causing you to look away shyly. He reaches his hand out and guides your chin to look back at him. “What a pretty face”

“I could say the same” You sigh

“Was all that stuff you said true” he asks questioned, his brown eyes pouring into mine.

“Yes”

¨Well let me tell you everything I find attractive about you¨ he whispers, face close to yours. ¨Your eyes are stunning. Your voice is the sweetest i've ever heard. Your body is fucking killer¨”he says while looking you up and down dramatically. You giggle and he continues with a smile ¨ your lips are so pretty, and you are goddamn the most beautiful woman I have ever met¨ you are so let out a soft sigh from his confession, your eyes dilate with want and your lips are slightly parted.

“Come with me” he answers, letting go of my chin and grabbing my hand softly. We walk out the diner together, hand in hand. Rushing a little bit towards his car. The butterflies in your stomach wont stop flapping because you know what's going to happen once you reach the hotel. At the same time, heat pools between your thighs at the same thought. You send a quick text telling her to take your car back with the keys you left on the counter at the diner and where you are. Tonight is turning out better than expected.

#brendon urie x fem!reader #fem!reader x brendon urie #brendon urie #panic! at the disco #fanfiction #fanfic #baby a little crazy is alright with me