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[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Falls on my face. Explodes. Screams. Cries. I'm disabled and use a cane. I LOVE YOUR DISABLED MERC STUFF. IM ACTUALLY SOBBING AND CRYING IM JUST SO AHWHEAUUEUEEUIWIWIRTUEI HAPPY!!!!!!! i actually headcanon Spy to have EDS and fibromyalgia (I'm not projecting whaaaaat) and Sniper to have chronic back, knee, and shoulder pain. And I have other hcs but sniperspy are my blorbos

Anyway i just wanted to say that I really really like your stuff. Made my day tbh

Chronic pain and shitty joints aside, Spy would forever continue to slay and serve absolute cunt

"You better not be slaying cunt when I come back"

Spy:

[comvi]

TRIPLE-COMBO GOAT ATTACK RAGHH!!!!!!!!!!!1 @spinnydraws

[satellite-starss]

lil sci doodle

[hacksawboy]

some of us r sane and the rest of us spend 5 hours drawing their tf2 ocs

i was gonna do more but um. no. not right now. another day mayhaps.

anyways i finally finished vampire medic and i also designed scene scout which was an idea i never talked about but ive had in mind for a bit xD yeah i hope u enjoy :)

[lotus-sunn]

Hellooo!! Its me and Im here for good this time! IM BACK FROM MY TRIP AND IMREALLYSORRYIFANYOFYOUTHOUGHTIWASIGNORINGYOUIWASONATRIPANDIJUSTDIDNTREALLYCHECKMYPHONESOIMSORRYIFIMADEYOUFEELLIKETHATPLEASEFORGIVEME

ahem sorry,again.

ANYWAYS IM SOO HAPPY I GET TO BE BACK :DD IM GONNA BE WAY MORE ACTIVE THANKS FELLAS FOR BEING PATIENT :]

@nuncscioquidsitamor-14 @stargirlly

[devotion-disorder]

Are you still answering asks for Noel and Kuuya? Asking because I really want to see more of your boys. Also waiting for whenever you release those other yandere characters you're making👉👈

yes i am! (technically) its just that ive been pretty busy recently so I just...don't really have the time or energy to answer asks / draw something. I also struggle a lot with finding motivation to draw in general haha (bitter smile)

but i think i might have a bit more free time in a couple days so! let's hope I'll be able to do something by then lol

as for other yan characters that are still unfortunately trapped in my Brain Soup now.....i guess they'll be freed from soup jail as soon as I actually have time to draw their ref sheet LOL and their designs/ basic lore still needs a bit ironing out heeeouhghhh

[apprehensiveacorn]

I. HAVE. OUTSIDERS SMP PLAYLISTS. AND I WISH TO SHARE. (WITH THE CLASS!!! :DD)

C!Owen, the Scrunkly.

C!Apo, the silly silly silly blorbo

C!Mowhee, our Beloved Cockroach Man

C!Oeca, the teenager. (Start screaming and running running right now for effect)

C!Magic, Chocolate Eclair Girlie

C!Bekyamon

C!Greacie, master of the ancient art of girlbossing

C!Krow songs! (No playlist :(( I haven’t watched its pov and it’s a fairy complicated character, so I don’t have a lot of ideas for it currently lol)

Bishops of the Old Faith - River Boy

Chill Jailbreak Alarm to Study and Relax To - Toby Fox

I update the playlists periodically as I find songs that fit for them, and for the YouTube playlists I try to use as many lyric videos as possible.

Feel free to let me know what you think of them! I have spent an unhealthy amount of time listening through my songs to find correlations to these fools /aff

[underratedandoverit]

Immortal Fears (2/?)

The International title has the power to make you question so many things; yourself, your relationships, everything. It makes you believe the only thing worthy of it is you, and vice versa. It is believed that holding it will have… Maddening consequences. Is any of it true? Is this just mind games played by your opponents instead, to get under your skin, to make you think losing the title to them is worth it? But is the current champion Orange Cassidy willing to take such a risk…?

Tags: Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy (future). Hurt/comfort (eventually). Title Belt Corruption Arc. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn.

Best Friends/Chuck & Trent and Penelope make frequent cameos. More to be added.

On AO3 here

I have not. Posted a second chapter of anything in so long oh my god. I'm very much personally in love with this chapter tho, there's a lot of things I can work with in the future and a few things that immediately tie back to the first chapter as not-so-obvious continuity which I'm very excited about so!! If you spot something neat like that feel free to let me know!! <3 Shoutouts to @ss-trashboat for being my beta & @midnightpretenders0 for brainstorming this whole arc with me I love you both 💜💜

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Sitting in the locker room, fiddling around with the laces of his shoes as if to try to remember how to tie them again, Cassidy had to admit he really didn’t want to be here tonight. At this point, coming to work was just the same thing week after week, an obligation he didn’t want to fulfill but couldn’t escape for obvious reasons. He glanced at the International title sitting inside the open backpack on the bench next to him, frowning at it in almost disgust from behind his Ray-Bans.

It’s not that he didn’t enjoy being a champion. It came with its own perks, obviously, but at the same time it was a burden for a man like him. When he would rather be at home or literally anywhere else, just chilling, not bothering to do anything, barely rolling out of bed in the morning… But no, he was forced to come to work. Forced to wrestle, defend the title, entertain the crowd.

It was getting old, to be honest.

The thoughts evaporated from his mind as Cassidy heard the locker room door open. He glanced up, brown eyes peeking over the top frame of his sunglasses towards the open door, his expression barely changing at the sight of his friends walking through the door. Chuck gave him an enthusiastic wave accompanied with a wide smile, Trent less so as his hand barely lifted up from his side, but the nod he gave to him as he locked eyes with Cassidy was at least reassuring.

“Ready for tonight?”

He shrugged so lazily it was barely noticeable, watching Chuck deflate a little at the very non-response he was given back. Thankfully the Best Friends were used to seeing this sort of behavior from their third member so it didn’t take more than a split second for Chuck to shake it off, but he was still hoping for a little bit more. He had an important match tonight, after all.

“Speaking of which,” Trent pipped in, glancing around the locker room, clearly looking for something, or someone, before his eyes landed back on Cassidy. “Where is he?”

Cassidy just went back to working on his shoelaces, leaving the question unanswered. Chuck and Trent shared a look, both men slightly concerned, but understanding of the situation at the same time – Cassidy wasn’t a talkative or a very observant one, they both knew and understood that, but this was also about his tag team partner for tonight. He should at least be aware of his teammate’s whereabouts on a night like this where they were granted an actual tag title match after their victory over the number one contenders the week before.

And yet, he was sitting here all alone, seemingly struggling to tie up his own shoes.

“That’s fine, actually,” Chuck muttered, nervous arms crossing over his chest. Trent gave him a quick look, though he was aware where his partner wanted to take this conversation. They had been talking about this on the way, trying to figure out what would be the best way to break in this topic, and apparently Chuck had just decided to go straight to it after Cassidy effectively dodged Trent’s attempt to open the conversation.

“We really wanted to talk to you alone.”

Cassidy stopped, letting the laces drop from his hands as he straightened himself on his seat with almost surprising speed, leaning his back against the wall behind him. Eyes focusing behind the sunglasses on the man addressing him as he looked up at Chuck, his expression never changing despite the complete switch in his demeanor otherwise.

“So, about last week…”

Chuck stopped, waiting for some kind of a reaction from the other man. Cassidy just kept looking at him, not responding back, looking like he wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, even though they could have not made it any clearer. Chuck sighed quietly, stealing a glance at Trent who stood there with his hands in his tracksuit pockets, just observing the blond sitting in front of the two.

“We were just worried about what happened. You know, with Danhausen… The cheating and all.”

The Best Friends might have been a very ragtag group of friends and weirdos alike, but everyone around knew that they weren’t the bad guys. They wouldn’t result to something like cheating to win matches, so it had been a question on everyone’s minds since the week before when it had happened. Was Danhausen using dirty tactics to win the match for them premeditated? Were the Best Friends just holding up a front to hide their true intentions this entire time, or was Danhausen going rogue and doing this all on his own? Had the team of Orange Cassidy and Danhausen gotten enough of constantly losing and decided to turn the tables in their favor?

There was so many questions, and nobody knew the answers to them. Nobody except the two people themselves that had caused this commotion to happen.

And all Cassidy could do as a reply was to lazily shrug.

“We just want to know what this means man, that’s all.”

Cassidy turned his head slightly to the side to look at Trent as he spoke up, shrugging again.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How the hell don’t you know?”

Trent didn’t intend that to sound as harsh as it came out, a wave of regret quickly washing over his face as soon as the words escaped from his lips. Cassidy still didn’t look phased whatsoever though, but he didn’t really need to show external sides for Trent to know that might have poked a bit deeper than he would have admitted out loud.

“Sorry, it's just --”

“What he means is that we’d just like to know if you had something to do with it,” Chuck spoke up over Trent, receiving a nod of agreement from him, maybe being even slightly thankful that the usually more level-headed of the original Best Friends was taking over the conversation at hand. “We know Danhausen is… Well, he is Danhausen. You could kind of expect things like this from him. But you --”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

This time it was Cassidy’s turn to snap at them, the man clearly growing tired of the constant interrogation. Sure he understood where the concern and everything was coming from, but at the same time he had already said ‘no’ multiple times, and yet they were still pushing the topic. It was honestly getting annoying to him, he didn’t need to sit here and take this from his own friends.

“Why don’t you go find him and ask if you really want to know that much?”

Both Trent and Chuck stared at him in silence, clearly taken aback with the sudden outburst, just watching as Cassidy got up on his feet, one hand reaching for the Jansport backpack. With ease he pulled one strap over his shoulder after zipping the backpack shut, face still completely blank and unreadable to the other men in the room as he walked past them. His expression might have been hidden, but both Chuck and Trent had been around him for long enough to notice the tense body language that was very unusual for his always so lazy demeanor. He clearly wasn’t enjoying himself in this situation either, obviously even less so than either of the two of them, having been put in the spot and all.

But as they watched Cassidy walk out of the locker room, slamming the door shut after him, Chuck and Trent shared a silent look, both of them knowing the other understood how unusual this really was for him.

Adjusting the backpack on his shoulder a little, as soon as he was out of the room Cassidy’s usual composure at least somewhat returned. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the surprisingly more quiet hallway of the arena, the cold air running through his lungs, almost burning. He may have gotten a bit more heated in there than intended, but he wasn’t the only one. Cassidy was merely defending himself as he had been basically shoved into a corner, over something he didn’t even do or had no control over, that the others didn't seem to want to understand. 

Dragging his feet, he got on the move, not really knowing where he was going. He could have done a favor for himself and head down to the basement level to try to find Danhausen, as that’s where he most likely was hanging out as per usual, and try to solve this situation he was forcefully put into, but also… Cassidy had to admit that he just absolutely did not care about it enough to go out on his way to do such a thing. What would come out of this whole ordeal wasn’t up to him; he had done nothing wrong, even if it might have affected him, it ultimately just wasn’t going to be his problem.

It would just be too much trouble for him to bother himself with right now.

Instead he opted to endlessly wander the hallways of the arena, drowning in his own thoughts that eventually always forced him back to the tag team match of last week, whether he wanted it or not. How Danhausen had insisted on tagging with him even after Cassidy had said he didn’t really care for any of it, doing his best despite all of this since it was a match after all and the records would be forever etched onto statistics for him and everybody else to stare at, whether he was in the winning team or not. And as a current champion, having even a tag team loss on your record just felt really wrong to him.

Taking a left turn at the next corridor, Cassidy suddenly froze on his feet. Something about the air around him changed, almost a freezing breeze blowing past him. He shivered a little, shaking his head to get out of the zone he had gotten himself into, in full belief that his thoughts trailing back to the night a week ago was raising these feelings in his mind --

“Clementine.”

The voice wasn’t very loud, barely a whisper, but he was able to hear it immediately. Eyes widening behind his sunglasses, Cassidy’s head snapping towards the voice, being met with a dark corner that he had just passed turning into the hallway. Through the glasses he was barely able to make out the figure standing in the shadows, but thankfully he didn’t have to – from the accented voice, and the annoying, almost affectionately so at this point, nickname he was already able to tell more than enough.

As Cassidy didn’t reply to him, Kip crept out of the shadows, stepping into the dimly lit hallway, stopping to stand face to face with the other man. The silence around the two of them was heavy, suddenly Cassidy being aware of every single thing he had done wrong during the past week since seeing him last, as if everything that had happened was Kip’s fault.

That would be so easy, huh? Just blaming it all on him. After all, some things surely had changed drastically since Kip had started trying his best to get under his skin during his pursuit for the International championship the first time around.

It was almost as if he could read the complicated thoughts running through his head, as Kip broke the silence with a quiet chuckle.

“You look lonely, dear friend. Where are your companions?”

“Where are yours?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed at the fast quip he was hit with, the smirk flickering briefly from his lips as he tried to regain his composure. No, it was supposed to be him putting this fraud of a champion in his place, and not the other way around. 

“Taking care of some business. Not that it should concern you --”

“Then what do you want?”

This time Kip was really taken aback. Cassidy didn’t sound annoyed by his little distraction, not more so than usually at least. But something about the rest of his demeanor felt really off, how he immediately bounced his insults back at him, barely letting him even talk. Usually Cassidy let him taunt him, get it out of his system, not fight back unless Kip had to get physical with him.

But tonight, here in the dark hallway in this very moment, something felt extremely different. And it was grinding Kip’s gears even harder that he couldn’t immediately put his finger on it.

“I’m just worried about you, that’s all. Can’t a friend show concern without being questioned?”

Cassidy just… Looked at him. Kip wasn’t able to read him at all, the smirk finally dropping from his lips in pure annoyance of the situation. Not that he was going to admit that it was in fact Cassidy that had gotten under his skin instead of the other way around like he had intended, but the whole situation was really starting to bother him. He was returned nothing but insults, being questioned about his loyalty and genuine concern.

Not only was that bad enough on its own, but all of this was coming from his self proclaimed arch nemesis, Orange Cassidy out of all people.

“I’m… Sure you have better things to do then,” Kip hissed from between gritted teeth, watching nothing still change in Cassidy. This was usual, sure, but still it was unsettling behavior even from him. And Kip had to admit that taunting him wasn’t even nearly as much fun when he returned back none of it in a manner he could work with. “You might want to check in on your cat-eyed ghoul friend. Last I heard he was causing more trouble than what’s good for him in catering.”

Kip stepped closer, walking past Cassidy to exit the hallway, clearly intentionally bumping his side with the backpack loosely hanging on the champion’s shoulder. Cassidy didn’t react, just listened as Kip stomped out of the hallway and around the corner, muttering some very British insults on his way as he went. The cold air that had caught Cassidy off guard as he had rounded the corner left with Kip, leaving him standing there alone in the comfortable silence that slowly trickled back in the space, the warmth slowly creeping its way back into Cassidy’s entire being.

And yet, he was shivering at the thought that maybe Kip had actually been right about something just now.

[sapphic-storm69]

I’m on a mission to complement a guy every day bc they don’t get enough compliments

[elexaria]

domestic! simon is the best partner & father your family could ever ask for. he’s up at the ass crack of the morning to make a dash to the store, stocking up on all the groceries and making sure to grab your pregnancy cravings. you wake up, sore, miserable and aggy— toddling downstairs with bed head, only to find he’s at the kitchen counter slicing up fresh fruit for you. “oi, sit down.” he’ll say affectionately, pointing to the table so don’t stay on your feet for too long. “i’m pregnant, si, i’m not completely incompetent.” you sigh, hands rubbing your swollen tummy with a smirk. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows at you as if to say ‘you sure about that?’

he rubs soothing lotions onto your tummy, unable to stop himself from grinning with each kick from wee riley. “feisty one, eh? gets it from papa riley.” he remarks, his eyes warm with affection as he continues to stare down at your tummy. “mad, ‘ent it? to think.. i’m gonna be a dad. crazy.”

and the love doesn’t stop when wee riley is born, it quadruples in size. a milk-drunk baby all coddled up in the crook of his arm while he whips up some dinner. he swears that his mac n cheese & tenderstem broccoli heals, and you have to admit he does manage to make even stinky ol’ broccoli taste good. he doesn’t understand why dads make such a big fuss about being active parents, hell, you have to remind simon that wee riley is your baby too!

he loves the milestones, can’t not shut up about how much he loves his kiddo. spends his time gushing to laswell about their kids, how exciting it is to be a parent!! the boys love it too, to be honest. johnny’s set out to be wee riley’s favourite uncle, gaz likes teasing you about how whipped and domesticated ol’ ghosty is. and price, well, he’s actually wee riley’s favourite. he looks unamused every time the little bugger grabs at his moustache, babbling and squealing with excitement at the fluff on his face. he looks like a mardy bum, but when nobody’s looking he’ll crack a smile. and yes, johnny’s salty that the baby prefers price LOL

so imagine how excited he is when, on one lazy sunday morning, the three of you are laying in bed with no set plans for the day. the baby’s attention is divided between a silly kid’s movie on the telly, and exploring the terrain of the bed. grabbing tiny fistfuls of cotton with a toothy smile, babbling excitedly at papa riley. he chuckles, nodding as he leans in. “oh yeah? you showin’ the duvet who’s boss, love?” he grins, ruffling the delicate tufts of hair on wee riley’s head, eliciting an excited squeal. his attention is suddenly stolen when, unexpectedly, you slide a picture into his lap.

it’s an ultrasound.

he thought the happiest of his life was the day he had met you, but then he married you— and that was the happiest day of his life. and then wee riley was born, and he couldn’t comprehend how fucking happy and lucky he was as a man. so, the news of another baby on the way makes his heart full. fucking hell, he’s a lucky fella. and he wouldn’t have it any other way <33

[hoonvrs]

CIGARETTES — s. jaeyun smau

PAIRING jake x fmr

SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

GENRE smau, fluff, crack, sprinkle of angst if you read it upside down, golden retriever x black cat duo

FEATURING ( enha ) all, ( ive ) gaeul, yujin, ( nct ) chenle, jisung

WARNING smoking [ don’t smoke kids ], swearing, kys/kms/suicide jokes, friendly bullying, dirty/sex jokes ( more will be added if necessary)

STATUS completed

TAGLIST ( CLOSED )

S. NOTE JAKE MY MANNN ( hoon look away ) as an 02z girl i finally have an smau for each bias so i feel v complete

also please don't spam like as it shadowbans me and lessens engagement <3

PROFILES

virgin mary’s | smoking HAWT | privs

CHAPTERS

01 BI yourself

02 we found love in the smoking area

03 life is roblox

04 you white whore

05 jake you beautiful bastard

06 are we rush houring rn

07 it’s the dawg in me

08 yuh :3

09 the brit

10 what if i was suicidal .

11 here comes christian bale

12 i don’t trust him. weird fella

13 give us another sonnet english boy

14 bros from yapan

15 he thinks he’s a 90s babe

16 i’m just a girl

17 i’m sat.

18 go piss girl

↳ extra: did life360 tell you that.

19 i got my peaches out in jojo

20 okayy little miss poet

21 i’m built different

22 WAHHHHHHW WAAHHH

23 i want you

24 why are u bricked up

25 PUKA PUKA POW POW

26 jake in his flop era

27 this is getting too homoerotic

28 they go low i go lowER

29 inshallah he will eat

30 hello ross lynch

31 filthy omega

32 u r sobir. die (+written 0.8k)

33 she shoiodv be inde clubbb…..

34 when he makes you his girlfriend

35 can’t take me anywhere

36 noo you’re so sexy haha

37 no. (+written 0.7k)

38 i feel so kawaii today

39 come home fat

40 wasn’t very dabatayo of you jay.

↳ extra: it’s actually dattebayo*

41 ur man can’t drive manual

42 i Want you so bad

43 hawk putuh

44 okay blondie

45 though shalt not fail, but prevail

↳ extra: random

EP1 upset my girl. i’m gonna Kms

EP2 im not smoking that shit

EP3 OUR girlfriend ☭

copyright © hoonvrs 2023 all rights reserved

[thewandererh]

response in tags 😈 /silly!!!!

a wild MND blocks your path!! *throws him at you*

⚠️TW // EYE CONTACT, STITCHES (old injury scars)

was testing out colored lineart stuffs & proportions with this one. he mad. this was supposed to be a fanart for my comic deepswim but i never finished it.

[clemswinecorner]

Getting caught 4+1 - Arthur Frederick (TV)

Summary: Getting caught 4 + 1 (or, 4 times Arthur an Y/N almost accidentally revealed their relationship, and the one time they did)

Wordcount: 4.2k

Warnings: sexual innuendos and alcohol, other than that it's fine

Not based on but the first part was inspired by this arthur fic! As well as prompts from the amazing @creativepromptsforwritinghttps that I always love <33 It's a bit of a longer one so sit down and enjoy, I hope you guys like this!

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It was at their friends' house-warming, Chris’ initiative, when they had their first scare of getting caught.

Arthur and Y/N had been mingling around for a bit before making their relationship official a little over a month before, just days before Y/N left for a few weeks in Italy. Y/N was standing in front of their friends' house with a bottle of gin and a small plant as Chris opened the door with a smile. “Hey! How’s it going?” He asks as he hugs the twenty-four-year-old. “Good, good. Congrats on the new place, by the way, have you and the boys been settling in alright?” She asks as she makes her way inside. “Yeah, it’s different from before, but I’m getting used to it,” he admits as she hands him the gifts. “Oh, I got you some decoration, and something nice for tonight or whenever,” she explains, and he thankfully smiles. “Ah, thank you so much, that’s lovely! You can put your jacket in the closet right there.” He motions to a closet door as she takes off her jacket, which she hangs up. “I’m glad you could make it tonight, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! We need to plan a proper catch-up soon,” she chuckles as they make their way to the living room. “That’s what you get when you decide to be busy right when I come back from four weeks in Italy, mate. But yes, we need to arrange something. Oh, I love the posters, by the way!” 

Chris doesn’t realise why the jumper she’s wearing looks familiar until Arthur walks into the living room. “Wait, doesn’t Arthur have a hoodie just like this?” He asks, interrupting their chat about beers. Her eyes grow a little wide as she looks down at the hoodie she’s wearing, that is clearly Arthur’s. She was in a rush before leaving, as usual, and pulled on the first hoodie she saw, thinking she wouldn’t need it indoors anyway, not considering it wouldn’t be as crowded when she arrived. “Oh, really? I just got this the other day, I had no clue! That's so funny,” she says, half a beat too late, which was just long enough for Chris not to notice. “Yeah, I mean, I guess it makes sense for you to have the same style a bit since you’re a bit alike, although your clothing isn’t that similar,” she simply shrugs, as she glances at Arthur. He was wearing a Fellas hoodie — the one she desperately took off him less than 24 hours ago. He looks her way as he’s making his way around greeting people, arriving at the couch soon enough. Chris stands up and greets him as they have a quick conversation as she stands up and straightens her skirt. “Hi, nice to see you again. How was Italy?” He asks, and she giggles as they hug. “Like you don’t know,” she whispers, making him chuckle, before she answers. Chris softly touches her shoulder, “I’m gonna go and socialise a bit, we’ll plan something proper, yeah?” She nods, “Yeah, yeah, go ahead, they’re your guests!” She exclaims. “Don’t hide and play chess, have some fun, yeah?” He pats Arthur’s back with a chuckle before moving over, making his old friend roll his eyes before turning back to his girlfriend. “We almost got caught, he rec-,” the girl stops her sentence as she notices George Clarke making his way to the pair. “Yeah, I’ll send you the name for when you go to Rome,” she mentions, as George joins them. “Hello friends! Y/N, it’s been forever, how are you doing!” She smiles as she embraces her friend, “It has been! Good, good, good, lovely place you have! How’s everything going?”

As they make conversation and drink, Arthur and Y/N keep locking eyes. She smiles shyly when he nonchalantly bites his lips, and leans against the back couch. God, that’s fucking hot. George leaves to get more drinks, as they were all about half a drink away from being tipsy, and she immediately scoots closer to her boyfriend. “We almost got caught. Chris noticed the jumper,” she quietly says, as he puts his arm on the back of the couch besides her, looking at her intensely. “Hmm, did he,” he says absent-mindedly. She glances around and stands up, her hand softly grazing his leg. “If George asks, I’m going to the bathroom. You can find me on Chris’ balcony,” she says, low enough for no-one to hear. His eyes follow her as she walks away, and he takes the last sip of his drink as she makes her way around the corner to go up the stairs. “Where’d she go?” George asks, interrupting his, admittedly not very faithful, thoughts. He coughs, “Bathroom. Thanks,” He says, accepting the drink George made him. “Ah. They’re playing Beer Pong in the kitchen, d’you wanna join?” He asks, and Arthur shakes his head. “Not today, but you can go. I’ll let Y/N know when she gets back,” he simply says, and George nods. “Alright, alright,” he simply says before leaving the twenty-eight-year-old to sit by himself. 

“Well, hello,” She turns around at Arthur’s soft voice with a smile as he closes the door to the balcony. “Hey baby. How was the meeting?” She asks, and he shrugs. “It was alright. Would’ve rather stayed in bed with you this morning, though,” his comment makes her cheeks flush red. How this man still had her feeling like a girl with a school crush was incredible, but she loved it. “You have me now,” she says, Arthur putting one hand on her wrist, the other around her waist pulling her closer. “Wish I didn’t have to share you, though,” he says when their faces are mere inches apart, pressing his lips to hers. Despite having seen each other every day since, they craved each other as much as they did when he picked her up at the airport after four weeks of not seeing each other. “Do we go back inside before us being gone becomes suspicious, or…” Arthur shakes his head, “no, I’m keeping you to myself for a little longer.”

The second time they almost get caught they were in a similar setting, though this time the party was George’s. 

It was their six months anniversary, and although they didn’t necessarily want to celebrate every single anniversary, they did tend to spend every 10th of the month together. They’d much rather be cuddled up with some comfort food with a movie on the background, simply enjoying each other’s company and chats — instead, they found themselves chatting to friends as they’re waiting to go home tipsy. She’d asked before they left, getting ready at Arthur’s flat after ordering in. “Are you actively drinking tonight?” She turns away from the mirror doing her makeup for a second to look at Arthur rummaging through his closet. “I mean, I don’t think I want to get too drunk. Maybe if we don’t make it too late we can come back here, maybe have a drink by ourselves to celebrate half a year?” You nod, “Yeah, sounds perfect. Just a few drinks, I would like to get to enjoy you tonight,” she smirks, and he sends her a smile through the mirror. “Oh! Before you get dressed, I got you something,” he realises, quickly getting out of his room. He returns with a pink and white striped bag, “just something small,” he says, a bit flushed. She looks up at him before she takes out the wrapped present, and looks at him with a sly smile, “Ohhh this is exactly the right colour. Oh my god that’s so nice,” She smiles as she takes out the lingerie, and looks at him nervously smiling. “Is it good? I didn’t know if you’d like the model,” She nods, “yeah, yeah. It’s so beautiful,” she says, moving towards him. “Suits you,” he whispers as he grabs her hips. She chuckles, putting her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you,” she says, giving him a kiss. “I was going to take you out to dinner today, but you know… We’ll do that somewhere this week.” 

She's simply chatting with George, pulling down her shirt to show her tan they were talking about. “Wait, did you get that bra from Arthur?” He chuckles, and her eyes go wide. “What? Why’d you think that?” She asks confused. “I swear he bought something in the colour just like that, he said his sister needed it to be picked up in London so he picked it up for her,” She quickly shakes her head in denial. “No, I got this for Christmas last year. Don’t know why Arthur would give me it,” She explains, and he looks at over at him and back at her. “Hmm, I don’t know, either,” he says suspiciously, taking another sip of his drink before she swiftly changes the conversation topic. “Oh, I saw you did the Sidemen video we were talking about before I left, how was it?”

Y/N nudges Arthur as she sits down next to him on the couch, “Want to explain why George knew about the bra?” She asks. He looks up from his phone in surprise, “What?!” He asks, and she giggles. “He said, and I quote, ‘Did you get that bra from Arthur?’, because you bought it when he was there,” She explains, and he chuckles. “Yeah, I did buy it when he was there. Wait, no, actually, why did he even see it?!” He asks in surprise. “We were talking about tanning and I showed him my tan line, so he saw the bra strap,” Arthur nods suspiciously at the explanation. “Uh-huh. Well, I won’t buy it when George is there next time. And you shouldn’t show him your bra!” She jokingly rolls her eyes, “I wasn’t just showing my bra!” Arthur laughs at her reaction and looks back at her with a smile. “Hmm. Well, I do want to see it. Should we go?” She looks down at the time. They’d been here for about three and a half hours, and it seemed socially acceptable to leave. “Yeah. I’ll grab my bag, and we go say goodbye.”

The third time, was the closest it ever got, at the Sidemen anniversary party.

They were glad it wasn’t someone already suspecting something, because if it was the couple definitely would’ve been found out. It wasn’t even a special evening to them, they’d already spend the entire week together and wanted to treat it as a casual night out with friends. It was going to be a fun occasion to get drunk, but Arthur knew that idea was thrown out the window when he saw her in a casual-chic black dress that suited her way too perfectly. He was glad the other boys weren’t there yet when he arrived at her place, where the group had agreed to meet, because he was just too stunned to speak. He was wearing a matching black shirt, with some casual white pants underneath. God, he looked insanely hot in it, and Y/N couldn’t help but voice the thought the second he took off his jacket. The rolled up sleeves, the two top buttons open, the little bit of chest — this outfit was really doing it for her. The same could be said about Arthur, who couldn’t keep himself away from her, constantly whispering compliments, touching her dress or staring at her. It was a dangerous game they were playing that evening, and they knew it all too well.

The party was very much going when they both had to use the bathroom, and they walked through the crowd holding hands. The bathrooms were not in the view from the dance floor, in a seemingly deserted hallway. So when Y/N had come back from the bathroom to Arthur just standing there, on his phone, she couldn’t resist. He looks up at the sound of her walking over, “You look so god-damn handsome,” she expresses, fixing his collar. “You look just as beautiful,” he says, softly grabbing her waist. He shamelessly scans her body for the umpteenth time that evening, and she simply looks at him, grinning. She gets closer to his face, making him gulp. “We make a hot looking couple, don’t we?” She questions, and he nods in response. “We sure do,” he lowly whispers, feeling her breath. Unable to resist any longer, he pulls her closer, pressing his lips on hers. The entire evening full of tension waiting to be released was felt as they passionately kissed each other. All they want is to pull each other as close as physically possible, only pausing to take a quick breath. Arthur has just turned them around, pressing her against the wall as a form of support, when they hear a cough. “Oh, sorry guys, sorry, sorry!” She gasps as she hears Harry’s voice, moving away from Arthur the second she hears the door lock. “Oh my god,” she says, and she looks at Arthur, who seems a bit stunned. “I forgot this wasn’t just an abandoned hallway, oh my god. Should I go in to like, talk to him?” She bites her lip as she fixes her dress. “Hmm, don’t bring it up, and if he didn’t recognise you, you didn’t see a thing. If he did see you, act like I’m a random influencer. And in the worst case scenario that he saw me too… He’ll keep quiet. I hope.” Lucky for them, all Harry asked Arthur is if he also saw a couple making out in the hallway, to which he said no. 

The fourth time was perfectly avoidable, if they hadn't been in the same room.

Sharing a room during the friend group skiing trip was a bad idea. They knew that. But George and Chris were sharing a room, and Harry and Will were, it was a logical thing. It would be, at least, if Y/N hadn’t always been the one to get the room for one, being the only girl or non-girlfriend. But they’d been careful, and all the previous close calls were long enough ago that it wouldn’t look suspicious. Right?

Arthur and Y/N had gone back to the lodge directly after dinner, tired from the long day of snowboarding after a late night filled with drinking games. They took a nice long shower in their en-suite bathroom — realistically their only time together without the lingering thought of one of their friends being able to hear. Whilst the rest was still partying in one of the ski huts, they decided to crawl into bed, watching a movie. They figured their friends would be back late enough for them to have gone to bed, so it wasn’t a surprise that they were already asleep when their friends got back. They’d come back around 11PM, surprised to find the living room area abandoned. “Have they gone to bed already?” Will asks, and Harry simply shrugs. “Y/N especially was pretty tired, I wouldn’t be surprised,” George expresses, and the rest of the boys agree. “Yeah, but Arthur too?” Chris simply shrugs, too tired to care. “You can go check on them, if you’re worried, but they’ll probably just show up by the morning either way,” Harry says, sitting down on the couch. “Hmm. I’m going to change, I’ll just check and see if they’re not kidnapped, or doing something I don’t want to see,” he jokes, making the other boys chuckle. Since they’d confirmed the rooms together, there’d been an ongoing joke about how long it would take for them to get off together— oblivious to how long they’d been doing that already. “For your own wellbeing, knock,” Chris calls after him, as the northerner walks up the stairs. Walking past their room, he softly knocks, not hearing any response. He opens the door and looks into the room to see the pair cuddled up, Y/N’s against Arthur’s chest and their arms intertwined. He recognises Arthur’s laptop on what looks to be Y/N’s night stand, and chuckles. Will didn’t want to assume anything, of course, so he decided not to. He quietly closes the door before walking to his own room.  “They were sleeping already, both of them,” is all he tells the other boys. 

When they finally get found out, it still comes as a shock, despite the ongoing joke.

Although Will didn’t tell anyone how he’d caught them in bed together during the skiing trip, the joke kept going. It had become the name of a group chat, they were constantly gossiping and were just waiting for the pair, who realistically didn’t show any signs of dating each other, to announce their relationship. They were so invested, that when they finally discover they were, in fact, in a relationship, it was almost like the boys were the ones that got caught. 

It was about a month after the skiing trip, and they had all gathered in Chris, George and Arthur Hill’s shared flat before a night out. Arthur and Y/N were in Chris’ bedroom getting ready, whilst the others were in the living room having drinks. “Have you noticed they keep talking about us?” He asks her, and she laughs, “Oh my god yeah. Their group chat is named Arthur&Y/N fans,” she exclaims, putting on her necklace. “It’s so funny, they really think we don’t realise they keep gossiping about us whilst they actually have no clue what’s actually going on,” he chuckles, walking over to help her out. “I know. Should we just, like, act like we’ve told them? And then watch them be confused,” she says, as he clicks the necklace together. “Thank you,” she softly expresses, and his hands move down, head leaning on her shoulder. “Ahh, yeah, that’d be hilarious. Imagine their reaction when we say we’ve been together for a year now,” he says, kissing her cheek. She giggles, looking at them in the mirror they were standing in front of. “It’s been the best year. I love you,” She turns her head to give him a kiss. “And I love you,” he says, pulling back. “Okay, we should make our way out there, or they will actually think we fucked.”

They make their way back to the living room separately, her going to the bathroom first. When she’s come back, they’re all gathered on and around the couch, playing a game of never have I ever. “Never have I ever… Kissed someone in this room on the lips,” Will says, making the group laugh. George and Arthur Hill raise their glass to each other before both taking a sip, and Chris looks up thinking. “Surely we have at some point, like, Maddie’s party?” Arthur asks Chris, reminding him of their days in Jersey. “Oh yeah, for sure,” he says laughing at the memory, the both of them taking a sip. As they discuss whether Stephen and Will’s accidental touching of lips counts, Y/N giggles, taking a sip. Only Arthur sees it, having kept an eye on her, and smirks as Will and Stephen take a sip. “Okay, next one. Drink if you’ve been on a date in the past week,” George asks, and Chris groans. “You’re targeting me,” he says, taking another sip of his drink, making George laugh. Arthur also takes a sip, making the boys look at him. “And who have you been out on a date with, Mr. Television?” He shrugs. “I went to a museum with the girl I’ve been going out with,” he simply says, not elaborating any further, even as the rest are looking at him expectantly. They all share a confused look as Y/N mumbles to herself. “Oh, was it this week? I guess it counts huh,” she takes a sip, which only Arthur Hill, sitting next to her, notices. He nudges her, “You went on a date? With who?” She nods, “Hmm. With my boyfriend,”  she casually says, and he looks at her shocked. “Your what?! Am I the last one to find out about this?“ She shakes her head, “No, one of the first. D’you need another drink?” Arthur shakes his head in confusion as she stands up and walks to the kitchen. She looks over to see most of them still had a drink. “Harry, another one?” She asks, holding up a beer bottle. “Uh yes, please,” she grabs another one, already opening it for him. She grabs one of the vodka-sprites her boyfriend was drinking, and hands him the can before handing Harry his beer and sitting back down. “I reckon we do that card game from last week and then go? Get us a bit further but doesn’t take too long,” Chris suggests, and they all agree. “Oh, I have the cards in my room, sorry, I’ll get them.”

When they’re all getting ready to leave the house, they’re all a bit more tipsy, everyone moving around grabbing their stuff. “Do you still have my keys?” Y/N asks Arthur, who’s chatting with Harry. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” he says, grabbing them from his pocket. “No, it’s fine, just wanted to be sure I hadn’t lost them. Do I need to keep yours in my bag?” She asks, and he nods, “Yes, please.” She naturally grabs his keys from his jacket, taking the typical girlfriend role of keeping his stuff. “What if you guys lose each other, and you can’t give him his keys?” Harry wonders, and they look at each other with a giggle. “We’re going home together, so we won’t leave without each other either way,” she explains, and Harry nods in understanding, but then looks between them as the implications catch up with him. Before he can say anything, they’ve both walked off doing their own things. Y/N goes to the bathroom, walking back to Arthur when she's done. “Excited to go out?” She asks, as he hands her his jacket. “Yeah, I am, it’s been a while. It’s cold out, wear it. I know you didn't bring anything and I have my hoodie,” She takes it with a sigh, “Fine. Thank you,” she says, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. She grabs his hand, and they walk to the kitchen, where most of the guys are, grabbing a drink for on the go. “Where are we going, actually?” She asks the group as she opens her canned cocktail. “We’ll be walking to Cuckoo’s and see if any of the places there are anything exciting today,” Chris says, and she nods, “cool,” before turning to her boyfriend again. “Are we going to yours then? We could just walk instead of taking an Uber to mine,” she softly asks him. His hand his on her back as he looks down at her, “Yeah, that’s fine,” he says as she leans against him, looking at all their friends chatting. “Are we actually waiting for anyone?” She thinks out loud, looking around the group. “Just George and Harry going to the bathroom, I think,” she nods as she makes her way over to the door, sitting down to put on her sneakers. Arthur gives her a hand and she stands up, quickly thanking him with a kiss. George looks around the group of guys, all too stunned to speak. “I wasn’t the only one that saw that, right?” Will shakes his head. “No, what’s going on there, mate?” He asks, whilst Arthur Hill points at the couple. “So he IS the boyfriend!” He exclaims, making the pair blush lightly. “Right, okay, well. Did you guys just start dating, or?” Chris asks curiously, and Y/N rolls her eyes. “We know you’ve bet on it, and you’ve all lost, so I reckon we get the money. Unless anyone bet on before the skiing trip?” She asks, and they all shake their heads. All the guys have similar facial expressions, a combination of shock and getting caught. Will is the first to speak up, “so, how long have you been dating, then? Because I saw you all cuddly during the skiing trip, but I didn’t want to assume,” he admits, and Arthur looks at her with a sheepish grin. He puts his arm around her pulling her closer, “Well, we’ve been together for a year, next week,” he casually says, and chaos ensues. All sorts of surprised expressions come out, mixed with words of betrayal such as “how could you do this” and excitement. “A year ago, so that’s… Wait, you weren’t together before we lived here, were you?” Chris wonders. “Well… We got together just before I went away to Milan for a month, so you were about to move in,” Y/N explains, and he nods. “Fuck, that’s a while, oh my god,” Y/N and Arthur simply laugh at all their friends’ reactions. “Wait wait wait, at the Sidemen party, when I saw those people kissing, was that actually just you?” Harry asks, and Arthur scratches his head whilst Y/N looks down in embarrassment. “Yeah, we honestly thought you saw us,” Arthur admits, cheeks turned red as Harry laughs. “Okay, enough of us, let’s go,” Y/N says, opening the door. She grabs Arthur’s hand, pulling him with her, and the rest of the guys all follow them laughing. “Don’t think this is it, we need the details!!”

[tojisun]

Hockey!Simon has his top front tooth knocked out whilst hockey!Soap has his bottom canine knocked out ☝️

simon is so jt miller coded so ur so right about this 😭 like? aggressive cross checks and a missing toof? hell yea thats my man simon

JOHNNY WITH THE BOTTOM CANINE OH THAT SOUNDS LIKE IT HURTS bet you it’s prior a tussle. he blocked a puck with his face and some dickwad ‘accidentally’ high-stick’d him because it was the last 20 seconds of the third period, and the other team were hoping to tie the score to force an OT but johnny’s face so happened to be there. of course garrick pushed the fella in revenge, and of course mactavish began punching the fella too, and of course riley turned around and decked his mark, and of course price was at the other end of the rink, just watching LMAO

this ended up being one of the most aggressive fights in this year’s playoffs

(they both pull a jack hughes and have their missing teeth fixed so all is well!!! they’re once again reminded that mouth guards are mandatory, but simon continues to just chew on his and mactavish continues to forget his so he gets reprimanded by their coach.)

god i love this sm <33

[lottiies]

one of his many journal entries about you

arthur morgan x fem!reader and male!reader <33

i won’t lie…i have 45 hours on the game and i’m not even past chapter 2 (っ- ‸ – ς) why progress when i can save myself the pending heartbreak and instead admire this pretty man and his journal sketches?

anyways…love all you arthur morgan kissers ♡

“my body doesn’t feel right as of late. my hands are too rough, my face is all wrinkled up, and my voice isn’t all that pleasant. if only i could sound as smooth as i write.

never been the most confident of men, but well, this body’s what i’m stuck with. used to go months on end without shaving until i realized my beard looked like bills. how embarrassing. miss grimshaw, the strong-headed woman she is, knocked some sense into me too. well…more like slapped me.

shaving makes me look more approachable, and that’s not really a good thing with my reputation. but, i did it anyway and spent a pretty penny on the barber up in valentine’s…had to pay a bit extra because of the drunken ruckus lenny and i caused there last time.

if my heart hadn’t been captured, maybe these worries of mine wouldn’t even exist.

oh, the ridiculous things love does to a man…”

꒰ fem!reader ꒱

“about as beautiful as the stars above; a woman so otherworldly that sometimes I have to look away. she shines too brightly for these tired eyes of mine. i suppose that’s for the best, ain’t it? a man like me, the walking embodiment of sin, isn’t worthy of such a loving lady.

but that doesn’t keep her away. she often asks me to recount some of my adventures, and i hesitantly do so, fearful she’ll think me a bad man. craziest thing is, she looks more worried than anything else whenever i do as told. telling me to be more careful with that honey-like voice of hers. could listen to it all day. it’s like a balm to the soul.

can’t keep myself away from her either. doesn’t matter what she’s doing, i always find myself wandering over to her. i don’t usually have trouble sleeping, i’m like some rock when it comes to it. but she’s occupied my mind too much lately, falling asleep is difficult. like right now. should be sleeping, but i’m not. just up wondering about the ifs and hows.

i’ve been saving up some money so i can go get her something real nice, maybe a pretty dangly necklace. could just steal one, but i want to prove myself to her. she deserves the best, not something that belonged to some other stranger.

god knows i’d do whatever i can to keep her safe and sound. i’d die for her. funny thing is, i considered myself to be a selfish man before breathing the same air as her.

i can say with absolute certainty that i would give up everything for a future with her.

if she’d have me.

…

now, this fool’s about to try and sketch her.

not sure if i can encapsulate her beauty onto a page, though.”

꒰ male!reader ꒱

“i fear I’m going mad. i never thought i’d feel this way about a man before. then again, pursuit of romance has never been a priority in my life. he’s one of a kind, something about him makes my palms feel all clammy.

he never leaves my head, every inch of this brain of mine is consumed with thoughts of him. his grin, the way his hat perches on his head, the stories he shares ‘round the campfire.

i’ve come across many men on all my journeys, but his handsomeness is unmatched. and he’s different. doesn’t nag me like dutch or get on my nerves like micah, but he isn’t just a brother like some of the other folks here.

i’ve been a bit too scared to drink these days. you know me, i spill my guts out and say stupid things like a damn fool when i get like that. wouldn’t know what to do if i were to sputter out how fine of a fella i think he is, or how grateful i am for him. is this only a special friendship? no, i don’t know how to describe this.

well, yes i do, actually.

love.

my fingers trembled while writing that.

some may call this spark a sin, but going down an altar with him would be a taste of heaven itself. that wish is too far-fetched though.

all i ask for is a sign. just one. maybe i’m misreading the glimmer in his eye, or the way the bastard slings his arm over my shoulder and sings after he downs some moonshine.

weird how life works, isn’t it?”

[mintiicinnamonii]

traffic light trio romantic headcanons!! (gender neutral reader)

Red Son

tsundere 100%

his primary ways of showing affection are gifts and words of affirmation. he’ll make inventions tailored specifically to your personality and needs, give you extravagant gifts like jewels and other fancy items

watching him work and listening to him infodump <33

he often uses poetic, fancy words, and when he praises you, its over the top (because hes red son, of course he’ll go above and beyond)

this man gets jealous VERY EASILY. Someone so much as looks in your direction? BOOM. DEAD.

he probably gets easily flustered too. cause like… look at him.

if you two get married, regardless of gender you would be the one to propose

has the more ‘submissive’ role of the relationship (i.e: you’re the one who courts him, you open the door for him etc)

im sorry simps but man is a BOTTOM (not sexually in this case LOL)

calls you darling, beloved, my love, and dear/dearest

fancy lil fella <33 probably wanted to take you out on an extravagant and amazing first date but flubbed the whole thing (you still love him)

you probably call him your wife 💀

—

Mei

ADHD GF YEAHHHHHH

she probably shows you off to everyone she knows (including her followers)

”I LOVE THIS PERSON MORE THAN MY DAMN PARENTS” (she does..)

unlike Red Son, who’s relationship would have more romantic yaoi energy, Mei and you would have a more exciting, lively relationship

“hey mei where are we going” “idk” “have you been down this road” “no” “…lets see where it leads” “okay”

you’d react to fanart of you two together <33

she’s probably a tease, but not a flirt

she’ll be walking in a store and see something that reminds her of you constantly; she always thinks of you <3

the first to confess

wore a suit to your first date, bc SLAY WOMEN IN SUITS

you two drive around on her bike

probably doesnt use pet names.. she finds your name beautiful already

—

MK

OKAY THIS MAN IS SO FAILWIFE

LIKE.. HE TRIES TO OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU, BUT IT SLAMS IN YOUR FACE

calls you sunshine. seriously calling you sunshine to MK is sun wukong to calling you peaches

stutters a LOT when talking to you/around you

this man is clingy as hell. he will get sad when you have to leave to work or get out of bed like.. THIS MAN NEEDS AFFECTION AND HE NEEDS IT NOW

protective dad pigsy is real, and MK is completely oblivious to it bc goober

i hc that he has inattentive adhd, so when he zones out you snap him out of it with a kiss

in his monkey form he PURRS

cries when he stubs your toe on accident

loves wearing your clothes, especially jackets and t shirts

compliment him and he goes crazy.

like.. “oh mk you look good today” or “hey sunshine”

BLOODY NOSE ON THE FLOOR DYING.

he is very easily flustered, but is less ‘angry wet cat’ about it than Red Son

more like “ueueuueueueu”

cheesy pick up lines!!

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This is my first time writing x readers, so if yall could gimme some tips or requests, that’ll be cool :3

if you dont like x readers, thats fine :D! I have multiple friends who don’t like x readers and its perfectly valid. I make other stuff too, like original content and such! have a good day!