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shsy7573 · 3 months
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Silly Little Future of Hazbin Hotel Theory/Headcannon… thing
So, looking at the finale, it’s pretty easy to assume that Lucifer is going to have a more active role in the hotel and the series as a whole in season 2. Just from these two pictures alone:
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Man looks like he has his own room for Christ’s sakes (I mean, let’s be real, he’s gotta get out of that lonely empty castle anyway).
And I can’t help but think of this particular scenario:
• Charlie goes to Alastor asking for some huge favor.
• Alastor, being Alastor, is all like mysterious and creepy and ‘what’s in it for me’ about it just to fuck with her because he’s the biggest dick on the planet and we love that for him.
• Charlie just gets a 😑 face, and they go back and forth for a bit
• Lucifer walks into the room.
• Charlie turns around, ignoring Alastor, and goes “Dad, can you [asks favour] for me?”
• Luci just smiles and is like “absolutely, sure, no problem, anything for you!” Snaps his fingers and it’s done
• Charlie thanks him happily and runs out of the room, and Alastor is just smiling with the most pissed off look at Lucifer
I stg if he sticks around they are gonna have so much fun with the rivalry
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soloorganaas · 10 months
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for @wolfstarmicrofic nurture, based on a prompt from @impishtubist 🫶🏻
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“Hey, Pads - isn’t that your ex?”
Sirius extricated himself from Remus’s neck where he was currently murmuring in his ear and snapped his head round to James, who was sporting a gleeful grin.
“What?”
“Ex?” Lily said in surprise. “Who in the world else have you dated?”
“That delightful young woman over there,” James said, thoroughly enjoying himself.
They all looked over in the direction of his gaze to see a pale, elegant woman with a sharp jawline and glossy dark hair pulled back in a tight bun standing by the bar, tapping her fingernails absentmindedly on the wood as she waited to be served.
“No, Potter, don’t try and pull one over,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I’m not buying it.”
“Evans I’m serious,” James told her earnestly. “Pads dated her back in fourth year.”
“Yeah, alright. Sirius dated a ridiculously attractive woman who looks like she’d step on you, and you’d be grateful.”
“Yup,” James said cheerily. “He was nurturing quite the crush on Moony at the time, of course. A little attempt at deflection if I recall, eh Pads?”
“Would you fuck off,” Sirius muttered, currently trying to disappear as far down in his seat as possible.
“Roslyn!” James called out.
“Prongs are you fucking kidding me!”
“Fancy seeing you here!” James beamed, waving across the pub.
Roslyn looked round in surprise and caught sight of James. Her eyes ran over the rest of the group and she seemed to freeze, desperately searching for a way to escape, before giving an awkward smile and conceding to her fate.
“Pads, it, er, looks like she’s coming over,” Remus told him, smirking into his drink.
“James, hi,” Roslyn said, clutching a glass of red wine. “Hi Remus. And I’m sorry, I don’t know your name?”
“It’s Lily.”
Roslyn shook the outstretched hand offered to her, and then her gaze fixed on the large mound of black fur nestled next to Remus.
“Oh, is that a dog?”
“It is indeed,” smiled Remus, his eyes twinkling. “He’s a little skittish today, I’m sorry. Just wants to hide away. He can be a bit of a coward sometimes.”
Padfoot growled.
“Oh!” Roslyn said in surprise. “Oh, okay. Well, I’ve got to head out to the garden - my girlfriend’s waiting for me.”
“Fantastic,” grinned James. “Lovely to see you Roslyn.”
“Yes, wonderful,” she said forcefully. “Have a good evening.”
Lily smiled from under her palm as she tried to hold back her laughter, and Remus gave an awkward half-wave. They managed to keep it together until Roslyn was safely outside, then the three burst into hysterics.
“You absolute fucking devil, Prongs,” Sirius said murderously.
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hangmanapologist · 2 years
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Love Thy Neighbour (3) | Bob Floyd
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Bob Floyd x reader (no use of y/n)
warnings: pining, yearning, idiots in love, so close but so far
A/N: I’m shocked you guys liked the last part?!??? I will kiss you all on the forehead but I love causing fictional men pain I’m sorry
You had begun to settle into the rhythm of day to day life. Work was fine, it was work at the end of your day but your coworkers were nice. You still didn’t really have many friends outside work yet but you had Bob.
Bob Floyd was the sun.
Bob who you saw at least once a day. Bob who you’d share your leftovers with because you learned his schedule was awful and sometimes he was just too tired to cook. Bob who’d text you whenever he was in the store on the his way home in case you needed anything. Bob, who you learned, enjoyed sitting out on his balcony when it started to rain.
You were hopelessly and pathetically falling further and further with each thing you learned about him. Not that he’d ever know.
Sometimes the universe threw a dog a bone and you’d run into him on his way home in his flight suit. You had a lot of long hot showers thinking about that.
Bob liked you a lot.
You listened to him when he needed to whine or ramble and never made him feel like he was taking up too much space or time. In the 1 minute walk from his car to his front door he whispered silent prayers everyday, even though he hadn’t been to church since he was 15, hoping that he’d run into you.
Of course he thought you were beautiful. He constantly thought about the way your eyes lit up when you laughed or how your nose would scrunch when you smiled at him in passing. He thanked whatever deity was listening for your love of sundresses because the mental pictures of you in them kept him busy when the nights seemed a little longer.
But you were kind too. The kindest person he ever met, the one person he’d bring home to his mother. You brought him dinner because you had leftovers, you’d ask him if he wanted to just talk, insisting that you couldn’t finish a bottle of wine by yourself, you both knew you could. You just let him be.
That’s why you didn’t find it all that strange or unusual when he asked if you wanted to get some drinks with him and the other pilots after work. That’s what friends did, they included each other. He was a man of very few words so when you agreed he told you when and where to meet them before rushing off muttering about being late again.
“Bob are you sure she’s real?” Jake teased leaning over the pool table. “She is real and I know she’s not here yet because she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and if she was already here I’d know because you and Rooster would probably be all over her” he tried pathetically to defend himself but his hands were getting sweaty and if his knee bounced anymore he was going to put a hole in the floor.
It was 8.15 and he’d told you 8. Had he come on too strong? Did he freak you out? For all he knew you were probably abandoning your apartment in the hopes you’d never see him again.
He was going over every single mistake he thought he made in his head suddenly overheating as his heart began racing. “Bob I think your girlfriend is hereeeeee” Phoenix nudged his shoulder teasingly and brought him back to earth. His eyes scanned the packed bar until they met yours.
Serenity. It was like you blocked everyone else in the room out.
You felt bad for keeping him waiting, you were on time but you forgot to factor in the 15 minutes of nausea and panic outside the packed bar. You were going to meet his friends. You were going to meet his girlfriend.
What could you even say? Sorry I want to kiss your boyfriend and tear his flight suit off with my teeth?
No. You were an adult completely capable of being friends with someone you find attractive. Maybe his friends were as hot as he was and you’d finally get laid. You let that thought propel you as you pushed your way into the packed bar, eyes desperately scanned the room until they met his and all of a sudden, you saw no one else.
You waited awkwardly as he walked over to you. There was a fucking lot of pilots in here. “I’m sorry I’m late.” You pouted apologetically at him as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. I think you look really pretty” he was trying to remember all the advice Phoenix gave him on the car ride over.
He was so nauseous at the thought of flirting with you that he nearly had to stick his head out the window like a dog so he didn’t throw up.
“Make it personal. Don’t make it sound generic” Phoenix’s voice rang through his mind. “So I shouldn’t tell her she looks pretty?” “No you can but tell her that YOU think she looks pretty.” “Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“I didn’t think you were gonna come,” he half shouted over his shoulder. You just smiled at him, any worries of the day melting away. “They’re gonna love you, not as much as I love you though! Oh and Phoenix has been looking forward to meeting you all day!”
There it was, what you were blissfully ignoring until now.
Bob’s hand kept a strong grip on yours as he pulled you through the crowd that was seemingly still getting bigger. A few eyebrow raises were thrown his way and you couldn’t help question it.
What you weren’t expecting was a flock of inhumanely attractive pilots all gathered in the corner. Where the fuck did the navy recruit? Bob introduced you to them all, you had a few laughs as you learned the stories of their call signs and then you met Phoenix.
You couldn’t even hate her. You understand why Bob about her the way he did. She actually hugged you and you felt a pang of guilt in your chest.
But it was hard to not feel insecure next to her. She was gorgeous and smart and talented and couldn’t have been nicer to you. Of course it was going to be her.
You sank back into the bar stool next to Bob as the glasses got emptier. Everyone had broken off into their separate conversations and you were happy to just watch with him.
“Your friends are nice” you sighed contently as you softly rested your head on his shoulder before you realised where you were and who you were in front of. You pulled away like he was hot to the touch.
He had to pretend like that didn’t hurt him.
“I think they like you more than they like me” he nudged you too hard and you lost your balance slightly, saved by Rooster who managed to grab your elbow so you didn’t end up on the ground.
“You okay honey?” You thanked him meekly before smoothing out your skirt trying to hide the fact you wanted to keel over and die.
“Well done buddy, I’m sure she’ll like you back if you break her nose!” Phoenix whispered to her to her WSO sarcastically as she patted his shoulder.
Hangman gave him a sarcastic thumbs up from the pool table
If it was his time to go could God just take him now?
“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to nudge you that hard and then I forgot you lose your balance when you drink and I only know that because that one time you walked into the table in the hallwa-“ “I’m fine Robby don’t sweat it.” He was in fact, sweating very much at the nickname that you’d grown affectionate of. Robby. You always said it so softly, like the name was delicate enough to break in some way.
“Can I tell you a secret?” you leaned closer to his face as you stood up from the stool, one hand bracing yourself of his bicep.
He swallowed thickly. All of a sudden his mouth was dry and he could feel his heart galloping in his chest. He just nodded. “I think you’re much cooler than any of the pilots.” you whispered, your lips lightly brushed the shell of his ear and he could smell your perfume. He couldn’t breathe and he didn’t want to anyway.
You were going to be the death of him.
He wasn’t even given a chance to respond before Phoenix dragged you to the bathroom, insisting that she wasn’t going alone.
Phoenix leaned against the sink with her arms crossed as you washed your hands. You felt nervous under the weight of her stare.
“So how long have you and Bob been together?” We got paired together about a year ago, we’ve stayed together much longer than we expected. “Oh so it was like a blind date situation…that’s sweet” you were lying and you felt like throwing up.
“Date?” she raised her eyebrows quizzically and then it hit her, you thought he was dating her! “Oh my god ew no- I mean he’s great and amazing but we’re not no- that would be weird.” You could see her whole body cringe at the thought. “I like women by the way. So like that would never happen. Never.”
Oh.
So he had been rejecting all of your advances by using her as a scapegoat. “I just thought with the way he talked about you and how much he brought you up that-“ you rambled on as you wrang your hands in front of you.
Suddenly the bathroom felt small and cramped.
“If he asks where I went can you tell him I’m just getting some air?” You brushed past her as you bit back the tears. “Sure” she offered you a warm smile. It was at least somewhat of a comfort as you pushed passed bodies in an attempt to be able to breathe again.
He looked your way and you ignored him.
“Eject eject eject!” Hangman mocked watching the rejection pass across Bob’s face. He was cut off with just a look as the WSO’s jaw tensed with the way Phoenix approached the table.
“Bob why did your neighbour think we were dating?” “I never- wait what? Me and you? I never said anything!” He made a pathetic attempt at defending himself as he racked his brain trying to figure out how on Earth you’d draw that conclusion. He thought he made it very clear that he was flirting with you.
He was worse at this than he thought.
It was pretty comical. At least the 4 pilots howling with laughter at the pool table thought so.
“Why are you still sitting here? Go out to her!” Phoenix manhandled him out of the seat shooing him off. Bob kept looking back at the group for reassurance as he pushed his way through the crowd.
“Thank God. It was getting painful to watch.” Phoenix accepted the cue graciously with a hum.
You let the sound of the waves calm you. You had managed to not cry, you think you just needed a moment. You never had handled rejection well.
“Hey there stranger,” you felt the warmth of his body as he sat down next to you. You didn’t even hear him come out.
He’d probably let you down easy. You’d go home and now share nothing more but a passing smile when your paths crossed. No more coffee runs, no more shared dinners or ‘Bob’s balcony storm watch’ as he called it. What a nerd. But your heart still yearned for him.
“Hi” you returned to leaning on his shoulder like you did earlier in the night. This time you lingered. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye to your friends, I hope they don’t think I’m being rude.” Your eyes focused on the lapping waves in the distance. He could see the goosebumps on your skin.
You weren’t looking at him but he was looking at you. He was looking at you like you were the only person left on this earth. You were made to be seen in the moonlight.
“They don’t think you’re being rude. They just think I’m an idiot.” You lifted your head to look at him quizzically.
He quickly turned his head so he wasn’t looking you in the eye. “I think we need to talk…”
There it was. You were about to lose someone who had become your best friend. Over a school girl crush because you couldn’t just be an adult. You were gonna be sick.
“I really li-“ “Please Bob, not tonight. I can’t do this tonight.” “No I promise this isn’t-“ you cut him off by pressing a hand to his mouth.
“Just be here with me. As my friend I need you to let me have this” your pleaded as your forehead was pressed against his, you ran your thumb over his cheek watching his glasses fog up.
He knew you were jumping to conclusions but he also knew that he’d go to the ends of the earth if you asked. So when you pulled away he just let you lay there. Nothing but the sound of the ocean between you.
“You know I can never say no to you.”
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pigeonmilk-216 · 7 months
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Earlier today I was having a.. discussion on whether House MD is really about two doctors in love who actually are married and they just don’t know it yet. Now, they were of the opinion that Hilson is simply fandom conspiracy and nothing more. Despite numerous assassinations attempts to take down this idea, this person would not be moved. Which left me in a state of shock, so naturally, I vowed to have a better thesis for them.
All that to say, it’s currently 3:30am and I have finished rewatching the S4 finale. So hear my thesis. You’re telling me that, a misanthropic idiot who is afraid of pain, is willing to risk his life multiple times to have a diagnosis for his best friend. Which, okay, he like his puzzles, sure. But when faced with death (for the third time) he is more worried about his best friend hating him and not being able to handle that as to continue living, when he thinks there’s nothing beyond. Mhmm. Yeah, no I see what they were getting at, totally just friends, not in some weird relationship or something. No, no not all. Sure.
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hanakihan · 9 months
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imagine jinwoo and jinchul being absolute idiots, the way jinwoo is the one to openly show affection not minding others and it’s usually small quick kisses, dude literally goes like ‘approached, stole quick peck or chaste kiss, didn’t elaborate, left right away’ and it’s always unexpected jinchul is surprised every time he can’t react properly before dumbass leaves
and then jinchul had enough so he’s the one to initiate unexpected kiss and proceeds to casually leave to work with no elaboration while jinwoo.exe stopped working
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beemango5 · 1 year
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Day 6: he’s sick of Avdol missing his glaringly obvious signals
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agentidiot · 23 days
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just finished new baker!alfie fic, you’re so not ready for it oh my god
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rinkitaymybeloveds · 2 years
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«There. A clear opening. Rin raised a leg and kicked out, hard.
Her leg caught Nezha in midair with a satisfying whoomph.
Nezha uttered an unnatural shriek and clutched his crotch, whimpering.
The entire studio fell silent as all heads swiveled in their direction.
Nezha clambered to his feet, scarlet-faced. “You—how dare you—”
“Just as you said.” Rin dipped her head into a mocking bow. “I only know one kick.” »
-The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang
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childoftheriver · 9 months
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A photo of the dorks.
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karihighman · 2 years
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ngl was ready to fight tim for this bc of lucy’s 😕 expression like EXCUSE YOU SIR be nicer to your work wife thank you
(but also i’m manifesting more lucy feelings realization moments like this one in 4x21 for 4x22) ✨🕯😌🤞
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mo-mode · 3 months
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Percy Hugging Annabeth: Yay :) Annabeth is hugging me. I love her hugs— oh wait, it’s just because she’s gotta whisper to me about Clarisse without looking suspicious. Okay. Mhm. Yeah, cool cool. So cool.
Annabeth Hugging Percy: Okay, I need to tell Percy about Clarisse without looking suspicious…Well, the only way to do that is to hug him like I never want to be apart again. Uh huh. The only way. Yeah, cool cool. So cool.
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its-tickety-boo · 5 months
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These two idiots kill me because what Crowley is hearing from Aziraphale is, “I am able to look past your demonic nature because I love you so much, but if there was a way, I would change that part of you” and what Crowley wants to hear is, “I look at all of you and I love all of you”
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Meanwhile Aziraphale’s actually saying, “I love every version of you that I’ve known, but I miss the smile you had when I met you and I would give anything to bring that joy back”
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drawerbread · 2 months
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the funniest thing about tlt is that harrow canonically has more bitches than gideon
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I love that Adaine goes, “Oh, she’s STUPID” whenever an NPC has an off moment when her best friends are:
-a guy who tried to fight hardened pirates with the members of his dad’s pyramid scheme
-a girl who tried to ribbon dance down a tower
-a guy who got tattoos of incomplete anagrams because he thought they were clues
-a guy who thought every stranger was his dad
-Hilda Hilda
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justaz · 3 months
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*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*
merlin, magic user: oh fuck
arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?
lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic
gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!
mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.
percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.
*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*
elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.
leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:
*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*
leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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smoke break
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