#and I wanna be a creepy lil guy

[ajxtweety]

Bakura core

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

LIVING DOLL SCOTT..... OUGHOUGH UNFOLLOW ME NOW THIS IS ALL IM GONNA TALK ABOUT

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

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"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

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His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[seven-oh-four]

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does anyone know how people do that hairstyle where they have suckers on the outside of their hair? i think it looks really cool and i wanna try it out

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um. guys have you read the. grizzco handbook. im beginning to think the salmonids might not be unfeeling unthinking monsters guys. are we the bad guys

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oh squit they fuckin killed op

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anyone else find li'l judd a little creepy? :/

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Fuck you. Actually fucking kill yourself.

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HUH???????????????

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ABOUT TO GO ON MY FIRST BIG RUN WISH ME LUCK!!

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GOOD LUCK! WARGLARGLA!!

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THANK YOU MY BROTHER!! I WILL NOW GO INTO BATTLE!!

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OP HAS FED THE SEA WITH ITS FLESH!! REJOICE!!

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DO NOT BE SO HASTY MY BROTHERS!! I HAVE SIMPLY BEEN PROMOTED TO FLYFISH!!

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CONGRATULATIONS BROTHER!! WARGLAGLA!!

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About to go to the promised land!!! ^-^ Ahhh I'm so excited!!! >_<

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This pride month we'd like to remind you that Grizzco is not in any way homophobic. We love bears.

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[moutainrusing]

hurt/comfort

533 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

Over there, in the corner. Don’t look.

Don’t, stupid.

Remus couldn’t resist.

He glanced toward the corner. There, Sirius was snogging a girl — a pretty girl — but Remus couldn’t be interested in looking at her because he was looking at Sirius. And Sirius was invested in not looking at him. His eyes were closed as he threw his whole body into the kiss, because that’s who he was. He was intense and all-consuming, irresistible and so beautiful and Remus couldn’t pull his eyes away, and he should, he really should.

He was being creepy. His heart was breaking. The heart of a creep deserved to break.

“Oi, Moony!” James grabbed his shoulder, spinning him toward the staircase. “I need a bit of quiet for a moment, ‘cause the party’s really noisy! Wanna come to the dorm with Lils and I?”

“Yeah, Remus!” Lily cheered, grabbing his other shoulder as they both steered him to the dormitory.

Remus glanced between them. “Is this kidnapping?”

Lily waved a hand. “‘Course not, you’re like our kid. Hardly kidnapping if we’re stealing our own son, right?”

James nodded, squeezing Remus’s cheeks. “I love my ickle baby Remus,” he cooed.

“Okay. What’s going on?” Remus asked, as they sat him down on his bed and squashed him in between them.

“Peace and quiet,” James sighed contentedly, resting his head on Remus’s shoulder.

Lily did the same on his other. “Remus, I really do love you.”

“Uh huh,” James nodded, bouncing against Remus’s shoulder. “Sometimes I think she loves you more than she loves me. Honestly, I don’t blame her,” James winked, awkwardly and awfully because he was rubbish at it.

Remus laughed. “I love you both too. And… thank you for taking me up here.”

Lily and James gave him dubious looks. “You have nothing to thank us for,” James insisted.

“In fact, we should be thanking you.” Lily stated, “For gracing us with your presence.”

“Moony, you’re so loveable. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate your Moony-ness is a pathetic wanker,” James declared vociferously.

“A wanker, you hear us?” Lily looked at him sternly.

“A wanker,” Remus smiled. He glanced at James, “Prongs, you do know you’re calling your best mate—”

“Shhhh,” James pressed a finger to Remus’s lips. “You’re all my best mates!” He threw his arms around the two of them, pulling them into a massive hug, and Remus relaxed into it. These were his best mates, and he loved them for it.

After a while, Sirius entered the dorm. “‘Lo, guys!” He greeted, before pausing and narrowing his eyes at them. “What are you doing?”

Lily smiled. “Convincing Remus to have a threesome with us.”

“What?!” Remus spluttered.

“It’s my greatest desire,” James dramatised, ignoring Remus’s furious head shakes. “Did I ever tell you, Remus was my first kiss?”

“No, same! He’s such a good kisser,” Lily rambled eagerly.

“I know right?!” James beamed.

Remus buried his red face in his hands. But when he lifted it slightly, he noticed Sirius looking between the chattering James and Lily with a jealous scowl. And when he looked at Remus, his expression softened, and he looked… enraptured?

Remus hid the grin blooming across his face in his hands.

[lexithwrites]

Please more sugardaddy moonwater hcs. Pls!!

this might get long sorry (but this is kinda what i wanna write next so pls give me feedback) xoxo

they met through a sugar daddy website that james showed to remus one night (he's on it and is absolutely not telling him that he's met a guy)

remus is so embarrassed at first, he was on tinder like twice and had bad dates because of it so he isn't exactly confident this will work but he does get a lot of attention

he gets messages from kinda old guys, and a few older women, that are either way too pushy with what they want in return for an 'allowance' or just kinda creepy and he almost deletes it

then he gets a message off of someone young, maybe his age, and he's gorgeous

remus is so sure its a scam, no one can look that good and be on an app like this but he messages them anyway when they say hi first, and he asks about them and the guy is regulus arcturus black (he gives his full name, he's a loser) and he's literally just looking for company and someone to spend money on, nothing in return, he doesn't need it

remus is kinda shook because like what?? how is this guy lonely he must have friends but turns out regulus just has rich friends that can buy their own things, he doesn't have anyone to spend time with other than when he goes to family events which he hates

and remus is like okay,,,,maybe drinks first and regulus sends him the location of probably the nicest bar in london and remus is close to passing out because he cannot afford this at all but he said he'd go

he wears his nicest outfit (its a brown jumper and some nice trousers and his converse, he cant afford anything else rn because his cat started a hunger strike against the food he's had for a year and remus had to upgrade, kids eh?)

regulus is already there because he is never a minute late, and checking his rolex thinking he's been stood up but remus runs in like 'hi im so sorry i missed the train hi' and regulus is in love already, just straight up his heart starts hammering in his chest because not only is remus gorgeous in a weird, dorky way but he's just...he's adorable

regulus is calm tho, think levi ackerman levels of expression, he just kinda sits there arms folded and asks remus questions about his life and what he would like as an allowance and remus is just,,,confused?

he asks why regulus wants to spend his money on him and regulus insists he's bored (he's so fucking lonely and wants someone around him to dote on) and just needs a date to events as his parents are giving him shit for being single at 26

remus is unsure but decides fuck it, james can probably throw hands if regulus tried anything, and they agree to attend some gala together for regulus' family and remus says he'll have to get new clothes and regulus then sets up a date the next day to buy him an outfit and its a lil montage of regulus giving remus clothes to try its very cute

and is remus confused and guilt ridden for this man spending money on him? yeah, duh, but also he doesn't have to pay his bills anymore, he has amazing clothes, his stress levels are so fucking low than before, and he likes regulus....he really really likes him

and regulus is getting what he wants, but also he has remus lupin as eye candy and that's an added bonus, and god remus is so adorable and nerdy and he wants to climb him like a tree

also yes remus sees james at the event and he's like what the fuck are you doing here and turns out james is with HIS sugar daddy, aka regulus' brother and its a whole ordeal

and maybe one night regulus invites remus to stay with him for the night because its too late to get the train and he doesn't really want to let remus go and maybe they drink wine and maybe they touch just to see what its like and maybe MAYBE they kiss and make out and fuck slow and deep and then AND THEN—

i might write more if people like this idk,,,,

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Maybanks sister

Part 4, chapter 3- Ghosts and curses and shit

summary: You’re invited to goat island! Where there’s two, creepy, insane old guys living in a giant mansion, where you learn about their history and the amulet they want you to find. Is it worth the money at this point? Rafe meets a potential new business partner while your business is currently falling apart.

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You hit the knocker on the door multiple times, glancing around at the large windows and the rather expensive looking furniture. Despite the houses age, it still managed to look expensive and elegant in a sense.

“Hello? Anyone home?!” You shouted, continuing to bang on the door. “I’m gonna take that as a no.” You murmured when no one answered.

“Just a lil FYI, they drug you up before they chop you up, so… don’t eat or drink anything.” JJ spoke to the group, you tilting your head to the side, before nodding slowly.

“Not funny.”

“Yeah, guys, I think I’ve changed my mind about this one.” Sarah spoke, Kiara turning to her.

“Yeah, I- I really don’t wanna be here.”

“I admit the risk-reward is very off.”

“Too damn late, someone’s coming.” You told them, all of them stopping their sentences and waiting anxiously.

As the door creaked open, it showed a figure standing in the dim light. He was a man with deep brunette hair, with his hair slicked back, giving him a polished look. The man exuded an air of unease.

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, you giving him a fake one back. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. It’s quite a big house, and I’m afraid all the servants have all gone. All except uh, good old Demp. Just can’t seem to get rid of him. Uh, you must be the… the pogues. The great seekers.”

“Yeah, I… I don’t know about that.” John B replied.

“Oh, no, don’t you be modest. I’ve read of your adventures. It’s… quite thrilling.”

Pope and Cleo turned to glance at each other, as well as you and JJ, before you all looked back at the man.

“Uh, come in. Come in. I-I’m the son-in-law.” He chuckled. “Chandler Groff.”

JJ nodded, pursing his lips together in thought.

“Wes was really, really hoping you’d show. He’s been waiting.”

“Well, wouldn’t wanna keep him waiting, would we?” You replied with another tight lipped smile, nodding and motioning for your brother to go ahead of you.

“Yeah… Please. JJ.” He introduced himself, walking past him and into the house, Chandler patting him on the back and looking at him for a little before turning to the rest of the group. You following behind JJ.

You all walked through the halls, “just uh-“

“Just right in the next room.” Chandler spoke, JJ leading the way, slowly looking at everything he passed.

“This place smells like dead bodies.”

“Probably because it does have dead bodies in it.” You whispered.

John B quirked an eyebrow at you, you smirking at him. “Just saying, wouldn’t be shocked.”

You all walked into a room, glancing at the multiple books stacked and the low lighting of it.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll let Wes know you’re here.”

Chandler walked over to the glass doors, opening it to see Wes looking down at the fire place. “Wes, they’ve come.”

“Oh, good, good.” Wes replied, Cleo being the first to walk down the steps and into the office. “Bring them in. Come in. Please, please, warm yourselves by the fire. Good to see you.”

You all walked in now, you observing the place, seeing all the cobwebs and the dust. For some kooks, this place was disgusting. You tapped JJ’s shoulder, pointing to the painting above the fireplace.

“Y’Know what, Jay? That lady kinda looks like you. Like if you were a girl… that’s what you’d look like.” You whispered while motioning to the portrait of the blonde lady,

He looked at it, raising his eyebrows at you. “I don’t see it.”

Everyone else but you and JJ sat down, mostly because there was no more room on the chairs.

“I… I apologize for dragging you all out here. But… I- I don’t think I could speak about this in public. I know I mentioned Blackbeard, but I assure you all, my interest is not for treasure.”

Pope glanced at John b who sat next to him, all of you perking up at the sentence.

“My ancestor, Francis Genrette, was the British officer who caught and killed the notorious pirate.”

“Wait. Your- your direct ancestor?” Pope asked him.

“Mm-hmm. Yes, unfortunately. After he’d beheaded Blackbeard, he killed the pirates wife, Elizabeth.” He pointed to a portrait of her hanging on his wall.

“I feel like it’s a little weird to have a picture of someone your ancestor murdered on your wall.” You whispered quietly to Jj, him stifling a laugh and smiling.

“And since then, for 300 years, generations of Genrettes have been haunted by Elizabeth’s ghost. And have died violent deaths, including my daughter.” He looked over to the painting ontop of the fireplace, you and JJ glancing at each other, your joke from earlier suddenly becoming much more darker than you intended. “Larissa, Chandlers wife.”

“Oh.” You murmured, the man turning to you now. “S-sorry… for your loss.” You awkwardly stammered out, mentally facepalming at your words. JJ raised an eyebrow at it, stifling back a laugh.

He gave you a small smile, his silent way of you telling you it was okay, before continuing on with his story. “My daughter saw Elizabeth a week before she died.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, glancing at the rest of the pogues who sat down. You raised your eyebrows, opening your mouth to speak before closing it, letting him continue.

“Now…. I’ve had a visitation. So I know I don’t have much time.”

John B inhaled sharply, before clearing his throat. “Right, uhm… so we’re really sorry that that happened to you, but what do you want from us?”

“Of course, you’re right. Let’s get down to business. Chandler.” He pointed to his son in law, who took over the speaking.

“We believe that we’ve found a way to break the curse on this family. Right before she was murdered, Elizabeth begged Francis to retrieve from her husbands ship a… keepsake that he’d given her. Her most prized possession.” Chandler spoke, walking over to the painting and pointing to the necklace that hung lowly on the woman’s neck. “An amulet.”

You and Jj glanced at each other again, him scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“He denied the request and then murdered her.”

“But-“ Wes Began, “if we find that amulet, fulfilling Elizabeth’s last request, I believe it will break the curse that has haunted my family for over 300 years.”

JJ pursed his lips together, nodding. Kiara was the one to first speak up, “Okay. Um… I’m sorry. Where did you say that the necklace thingy is?”

“Oh.” Chandler chuckled, “Blackbeards last ship. The adventure.”

“Perfect.” Kiara spoke sarcastically.

“According to all records, the amulet was still on it. Right off of goat island.”

You now were the one to interrupt, “I’ll bite.” You murmured, everyone turning to you now. “Uhm, sir, no offense, but honestly, I think that this one is like… way out of our league. There’s no sort of leads-“

“And the coast guard excavated that site years ago.”

“You all solved El dorado, no? I think that this is perfectly in your league.” Wes directed to you, before looking to Pope.” And the excavation team didn’t know what we know. They didn’t have this.”

Wes pulled out a journal, handing it to Pope. “There’s a secret lockbox hidden behind the headboard in the captains chamber. Do you dive?”

“We dive. All… all of us do.” JJ lied, Kiara and you turning to him with quirked eyebrows. “It’s just, we only do it if the price is right.” He cleared his throat.

John B rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing quietly.

“Excellent. We are prepared to offer you a premium for your services. Fifty thousand, plus expenses. Five thousand up front. And we would very much like your immediate answer.”

John B stood up, JJ glancing at him. “Well I think we kind of-“ JJ started, before John B shoved his hand over the blondes mouth, his voice becoming muffled.

“Uh, we just need to think it through. You know, talk about it.” You told them, all of you standing up, beginning to walk to the room next door. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay, uhm- what was that?!” Sarah spoke.

“We have to think.” Cleo replied as John B shut the door.

“This is weird.” Kiara said, you nodding.

“We should just slip out through the back. I feel like I’m in a horror movie right now. He’s talking about ghosts and curses and shit. I didn’t sign up for this!” You told them, pointing and motioning to the back door not too far.

“Are we really going to listen to the guy who should be in a white padded room?” John B asked, looking around at you all. “Visitations? Curses?”

“They are nuts. I mean, all the kooks that met them called ‘em crazy. I see why now.” You replied, shaking your head.

“Okay, obviously he’s batshit, but he’s in there crying about his daughter. Like he needs help!” Sarah empathized, you shrugging and tilting your head to the side with a small pout.

“Kinda feel bad for the old man.” You murmured.

“He needs therapy, not a necklace, Sarah.”

“Obviously this guy is nutty, we don’t even know if anything he’s saying is true.”

“We cannot ignore the fact that there is a ghost and a curse. And- y’all aren’t getting a weird ass vibe?” Kiara asked.

“Okay. Guys.” Cleo started, leaning in her chair. “Let’s just say we take this job- is it even possible.”

“Yes.” JJ interjected.

“I knew what you would say. Everybody else?”

“Look, even if it… is where they say it is, that shipwreck is gonna be far down. Like, depths of hell far!” You exclaimed.

“Probably like 80 to 100 feet. And not to mention, the currents and probably ripping.” Pope added.

“Guys, are we really gonna worry about the details right now?” JJ asked.

“Yes!” Everyone else said.

“That’s 100%!” Pope whisper yelled to him.

“Guys, in our time of need, are we really gonna turn down free money? No! That’s not like us.”

“It’s not free!”

“The worst that can happen is we walk out of here with five G’s in our pocket. End of discussion.”

“That’s not the worst-“

“We can go to jail, get arrested-“

Everyone began to speak over each other, conversations mixing as JJ walked over to the door and the room the two men currently were in, everyone’s chatter stopping as JJ spoke.

“Excuse me, sir, we’ve come to our conclusion, and we’ll do it. We’ll take the job. Now that initial 5k, is that that right there?”

You sighed, “Holy shit, this is gonna backfire on us so hard. I can already feel it.” You whispered to yourself, Sarah groaning and nodding with you.

“Welcome aboard.” Chandler spoke, handing Jj the envelope, before you came over and took it from his hands.

“I think I’ll take that for safekeeping-“ and then Pope took it from yours.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Fair enough. Never trust a Maybank with money, I guess.” You mumbled to yourself, looking up to see Groff giving you an unreadable look when you said your last name, causing you to look back at him with confusion on your face.

Your last name has always caused some feelings in people. People hated your dad, or they were his ride or dies, or they just disliked him.

But on goat island? Where they don’t even know the meaning behind the words kooks and pogues? Now, that’s weird. There’s no way in hell these old fuckers knew your dad, you thought.

He looked away, letting out an almost nervous sounding chuckle when he noticed how you’d seen his reaction. You brushed it off, the man’s insane, it’s whatever, you thought.

“Yeah, my brother!” Topper shouted as Rafe walked over with a smile on his face, picking him up from the floor. “There he is! How are you, baby? Gave it up for the win, I love you!”

One girl side eyed the two annoying boys, turning to her boyfriend with an eye roll.

“Do you remember Sheriff Peterkin? His dad shot her.” She spoke rather loudly to him, him looking down at her.

“I heard that he choked out his ex girlfriend y/n once.” He replied.

“What did you say?” Rafe asked with a chilling smile on his face, Toppers own smile disappearing. “You got something to say?” Rafe began to walk up to the pair.

“Hey listen, if you want-“

“Back off, Rafe.” The man shoved Rafe, who looked offended.

“Listen, listen. If you wanna… if you wanna whisper some bullshit behind my back, why don’t you just say it to my face? I’m standing right here.” He waited for a reply that didn’t come, leaning in closer to them. “You got something to say, say it to my face.” He slapped his face multiple times, “say it to my face!”

“Hey, all right. All right.” Topper grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down,

“No, no, no, I just wanna hear what you said-“

Topper pulled him away, “it’s all good, we’re all friends.”

“All friends.” Rafe repeated.

“Having a little celebration.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I just don’t like when people talk about my dad, or…her.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of vodka, pushing it past his lips.

“No, I get it. I get it. He- he- you know, Rafe, he was a good man.”

“That’s right.” He nodded, “He was a great man!” Rafe screamed, everyone in the building turning to him now. The veins in his forehead bulged and he gripped on the bottle till his knuckles with white and he felt like the glass was gonna shatter underneath him.

He set the bottle down, Topper still having his hands on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen, man-“ Topper started.

“Don’t listen? Kinda hard when they do it right in front of me. I mean, I expect that shit from the cut but not here. Not here, you know-“

“I know, dude-“

“What is this bullshit? Who do you have at your party?” Rafe questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“Come on, we’re good! Let’s go, hey, let’s get some air.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Rafe shoved Toppers hand off his shoulder, “I’m just getting a drink somewhere else.”

It was night, him holding yet another beer bottle to his lips, walking up to one of the bars and tilting his head at the man behind the table.

“Just give me one of… whatever.” He murmured.

“Rafe.” He heard a woman’s voice speak from behind him, a chuckle after that. “Hollis Robinson.”

He looked at her, confusion on his face until she explained how she knew him.

“I.. I worked with your father quite a bit.”

He took a moment to recognize the face, before it snapped. “Oh yeah, Hollis.” He said rather dismissively, taking another swig from the bottle. “Mister… Robinson’s wife.”

“Yeah, ex, I’m afraid. I haven’t seen you in a few years, you’ve… you’ve grown up. It’s good to see you.” She held her hand out.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really have a choice, so…”

“None of us do, really.” She chuckled as he shook her hand. “I, uh… I admired your father.” She followed Rafe when he went over to a table, standing there with his drink in hand. “I’m so very sorry about what happened.”

He nodded, raising the glass to his lips. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’ve, um, I’ve been watching you, Rafe. All those real estate moves. You built that uh, that condo on Bayline. The renovation of the church plot.”

“It was just, you know, a little thing.” He replied, “but uhm, I made it happen, so…”

“Yeah. People are noticing.” She said with a smile, “The right people.” She reached into her purse, pulling out a card, placing it on the table in front of him. “I’ve got a little development project cooking, and I am looking for a partner who’s not afraid of the deep waters. Who’s gonna leave it all on the field?”

“Partner?” He questioned.

She nodded, glancing behind her for a moment. “Well, you take care, Rafe.”

“You too.” He replied, looking down at the card she had handed him while she walked away.

“So, based on the schematics of the ship,” Pope spoke while he circled a part of the drawing. “It’ll probably be best for you to enter in around here.”

“Right..”

“And Genrette wasn’t kidding about this stash. Look. In the captains log, there’s a secret compartment. Right here, behind the headboard in the captains quarters.”

“Okay, are we really still talking about this?” John b asked while he sat down.

“Yup.” Jj replied, you huffing.

“The ships been down there for 300 years. It’s been salvaged. We literally know that.“ You spoke.

“Come on, not gonna hurt to check.” Cleo replied to you.

“Exactly-“ JJ clicked his fingers at her, going back to the journal. “And also, we know where it is. It’s right in this area.”

“Except we don’t know exactly where it is.” John B told him.

“And, going that far down the ocean? You are asking to get the bends.” You spoke.

JJ shrugged, “We said that last time, we’re still here. And what about the coast guard? I bet they know where it is. Plus, I’ve heard coasties are quite chill, so we could probably just ask them.”

“Do you remember our cousin Jack? He was in the coast guard, and he made me want to shoot myself every time we were near each other.” You told JJ, to which he tilted his head to the side.

“He told on me for quote ‘smoking in the bathroom.’ Which I definitely did do, but he didn’t need to snitch on me!” You exclaimed.

“Hey, wait, Pope, isn’t your uncle in the coast guard? Uncle Roger?” You remembered.

“My uncle Roger? No, no, no. That’s not gonna work. My uncle Roger is the most strait laced, by the books person in the history of the world.”

“More straight laced than you?” Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.

“First of all, I didn’t graduate high school. I had to get a GED. That’s… that’s pretty loosey-goosey.”

“Hm. Now that I think about it, I have an ex who’s in the coast guard now…” you murmured to yourself, JJ quirking an eyebrow.

“You mean Micheal? The guy you dated when you were 15? That’s not gonna work.” John B snorted.

JJ whistled.

“Wait, JJ, isn’t your, uh, your friend in the coast guard? Boogie.”

JJ smirked, turning to you and John B.

You laughed loudly, “Oh, man, I forgot about him.” John B also laughed.

“Boogs? He’s in the reserves, bro.”

“Yeah, but he’d probably know.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. He’s a marina rat. Living paycheck to paycheck. So, if we’re gonna get any intel out of him, he’s gonna need to be bribed. Which, look, I’m totally fine with doing. It’s just-“

“No.” John B and Sarah said at the same time.

“All right. There’s your answer right there. So, in my mind, I’m like the best case scenario, is if I had an uncle who knew were the wreck was, would maybe tell us for free… oh that’s right, you do.”

“What about your cousin?” Pope asked, you snickering.

“Oh, he got arrested for possession. Heroin, cocaine, meth, the whole nine yards… Yeah, he’s definitely not getting out for a while. Plus, knowing him, he’d ask us for like a shit ton of money. Or to get him out. Either way, it’s a no go.” You replied.

“Pope, that should be out first stop.”

“You’re not listening. I dropped a cracker in that man’s garage one time, and he made me clean the whole thing.”

Sarah and Kiara laughed at his words, while he continued.

“He is not the person who will give up classified information. He’s just not.”

“Dude,” JJ stood up, walking towards the boy. “Your uncle might literally know where it’s at, he might even tell us for free, but you just gotta try.”

“No, I… I don’t think you’re listening.”

“He could say yes.” Kiara tilted her head to the side.

“Also, I thought all pogues were all team players here, so…” JJ wrapped his arms around Pope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Not even a single woogity?” Sarah asked, holding her hands out.

“What happened to pogues for life?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope still shook his head.

“Take one for the team!”

“That’s it. I’m done. I’m not asking him.”

You, Sarah and Cleo all went back to the shop while your brother went to go find Boogie since Popes uncle didn’t work, you sitting on the counter while nursing a beer.

“I think the best thing about owning a business is that I can drink whenever I want and not get in trouble.” You mused with a smile.

“Until Pope catches you again.”

“Well, Popes the fun police, and besides, a beer or two… or three, isn’t gonna do anything to me. Maybnaks have a high alcohol tolerance. It would take me five of these bad boys to give me a buzz.”

Sarah tilted her head to the side with her eyes narrowed at you. “I’m not sure that’s a flex.”

You shrugged, “Flex for me.”

A man came in, standing in front of the counter, stopping your conversation about beer.

“Hello.” Sarah greeted him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Y’all remember me?”

Dale fucking Zeasy. You had to roll your eyes as you took another sip, letting out a sigh when your lips left the cold bottle.

“How could we forget?” Cleo asked.

He looked up at her, “I like that accent. Welcome to our country.”

You scoffed, the audacity.

“How can we help you?” You asked him, not even bothering to use your customer service voice, annoyed at just his presence. He handed you a piece of paper, you grabbing it.

“I got something for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Sarah said with a tight lipped smile when you handed it to her, your grip on the bottle tightening as you sunk it in.

“No, really. You shouldn’t have.” You chimed in, him giving you a glare.

“I can take this place off your hands at any time. For a fair price.”

“Listen, old man-“ you started, before Sarah cut you off.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, but can we offer you a keychain?” Sarah asked, “Maybe a glass bong? Pipe? You look like you need one.”

“You know, y’all are gonna lose this place. You might as well sell now.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slamming your glass down on the table and standing up, he gave you a smile, walking to the door way.

“And you have safe travels back to your homeland.”he pointed to Cleo.

“Oh-“ you scoffed again, walking out from behind the counter.

Despite him being taller than you, you stood in front of him, leaning in close to him.

“Get the fuck out of here before I fucking-“

“He’s not worth it.” Sarah interrupted you, grabbing your shoulder.

“Listen to your friend.” He nodded. “You know, no wonder you and Rafe didn’t work out.” He said with a chuckle.

You glared at him as she pulled you away, and back to the counter.

You picked up the glass bottle again. “I’m gonna need ten more of these. Fucking changing the zoning.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What’s that mean?” Cleo asked, holding the paper.

“It’s a way to force owners out of their property.”

“Is that legal?” She asked.

“If you got money. Of fucking course.” You threw your hands up in the air.

“We’re gonna need a lot more than five thousand dollars.”

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I just finished earthspark and I just wanna yap a lil bit abt it (spoilers)

Season 1? It was great. Delicious. Yummy. Yum yum in my tum tum. I love how they took starscreams abuse seriously! And his relationship with hashtag was SO CUTE!!!!!! I genuinely loved them SO MUCH!! Same with breakbee they were adorable!!! AND MEGOP!!!!!!

But in season 2 everything changed so much. I hate hate hate hate HATE how they turned all the decepticons bad just because they were decepticons. Like I actually thought that shockwave and breakdown and shit we’re gonna become good guys while staying decepticons, or even become autobots! But NOOOOOOOOOO they just HAD to become evil bcz of a STUPID MARKING ON THEIR BOOBS!!!!!! But the aftermath and breakdown stuff on the first episodes were funny. I’ll give them that. I also thought that starscream was gonna stay a well-developed character??? Like he just reverted back into a generic starscream character and I don’t like it, they fumbled SO BAD with starscreams character and development as one. Also there was barely any bumblebee and I hate it because I love bumblebee. Did he just stop training with the maltobots because they were like. Ready for life?? Or something?? Like did they turn twelve moons old?? Ready to guard the clan like a fuckibg warrior cat???? Megop was yummy tho

Then season three was..interesting. It was good but bad, y’know? The animation was certainly something and quintessas design was creepy as shit, but then again, PROWL!!!!!!!!! HE WAS. SO SILLY AND MEAN AND I LOVE HIM!!!! And also ITS CONFIMRED! OPPY HONKS WHEN HE SNEEZES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROPHECY HAS BEEN FULFILLED LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then again….motherfucking starscream. When he died I wanted to kill myself like WHYYYYYYY?? WHYD YOU FORGIVE MEGGY BUT NOT SCREAMER LIKE IT MAKES NO SENSE!!! AND I DESPISE HOW THEY WERE ANTAGONIZING HIM LIKE HE WAS HE WAS THREATENING TO SLIT THEIR THROATS WHILE HE WAS JUST THERE LIKE: 😀 LIKE WHAT DID MY BOY DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID HE DOOOOOOOOOOOOO???!?!?!?!?!?!????!????1!?!??!?!?!!?!1?!??1!1?1! I HATED THAT FUCKING PART I WANTED TO BITE THE BULLET!!! Than again….megop was yumalicious. Also I don like how the first episode was breakbee divorce :((

Like breakdown and bumblebee fumbled eachother SO BAD!!!!!! THEYRE SO INLOVE AND CUTE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!!!! LIKE WHY DID WE HAVE DIVORCE WHEN WE COULDVE HAD THIS

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International Slang, Slang, Slang!

I'm sharing this list of slang in different languages (English, British English, French, Spanish, Italian, Japanese, Malaysian, Russian, Hindi) to use for dialogue:

English Slang

LOL = laugh out loud

OMG = oh my god

Noob = newbie

LMAO = laught my ass off

SFW = Safe work work

HMB = hit me back

XOXO = hugs and kisses

Txt = text

msg = message

cuz = because

kinda = kind of

outta = out of

'bout = about

C'mon = come on

'em = them

lil = little

lotsa = lots of

nope/nah = no

wanna = want to

dunno = don't know

lemme = let me

TBH = to be honest

gotcha = have got you

jack around = waste time

jillion = an immense number

nuke = destroy, delete

bushed = extremely tired

fab = fabulous

chicken = coward

grabbers = hands

grub = food

vanilla = plain

peanuts = very little money

British English Slang

skive = lazy or avoid doing something

knackered = tired

nicked = stolen

bugger = jerk

zed = equivalent to zzzzzz

nosh = food

dog's bollocks = awesome

bog roll = toliet paper

nutter = crazy person

punter = customer/prostitute's client

fiver = 5 euros

toff = upper class person

taking the piss = screwing around

pissed = drunk

wonky = not right

gutted = devastated

Tosser = idiot

Cock-up = screw up

Bloody = damn

Wanker = idiot

Fancy = like

Lost the plot = gone crazy

Kip = sleep or nap

Bee's knees = awesome

Dodgy = suspicious

Wicked = cool!

Know your onions = knowledgeable

Chuffed = proud

Bespoke = custom made

Give you a bell = call you

Hoover = vacuum

Tad = little bit

French Slang

Spanish Slang

Tu (me) fair chier) = (literally: you make me

shit) You are pissing me off

Ca me saoule = I'm sick of this

J'en ai ras le cul = I'm sick of this

Fringues = clothes

Grailler = to buy/steal/take/eat

Crever = to die

Crevant = exhausting

Gerber = to throw up

Defonce = stoned

Glander = to procrastinate/to do nothing/to

lay around

Va craver = go die

J'ai la dalle = I'm hungry

Avoir la flemme = not wanting to do

something

Japanese Slang

Tio = dude or guy

Guay = cool/great

Currar = to work

Fome = boring

Value = okay or sure

Colega = buddy or friend

Pasta = moneu

Majo = nice or friendly

Flipar = to be shocked

Bocachancla = gossip

Raro - weird

Papear = to eat

Resaca = hangover

Plomazo = boring

Loco = crazy

Chafa = Lame

Baka (ばか) = Stupid or idiot.

Bucchake (ぶっちゃけ) = To be honest or frank.

Chiruru (チルる) = To chill or relax.

Chō (超) = Very.

Dame (だめ) = No good or not allowed.

Dasai (ダサい) = Uncool or out of style.

Disuru (ディスる) = To disrespect or talk down about someone.

Egui (えぐい) = Awesome or incredible.

Gachi (ガチ) = Serious or real.

Ganba (がんば) = A short version of “ganbatte,” meaning “do your best” or “good luck.”

Guguru (ググる) = To Google something.

Gyaru (ギャル) = A fashion-conscious young lady with tanned skin and long nails.

Honto (ほんと ) = Really or for real.

Ii kanji (いい感じ) = To have a good vibe or feeling about something.

JK = High school girl.

Kimoi (キモい) = Creepy or gross.

Kira kira (キラキラ) = Sparkling, cute, or beautiful.

Kireru (キレる) = To snap or lose your temper.

Maji (マジ) = Seriously or really.

Moteru (モテる) = To be popular or attractive.

Mukatsuku (むかつく) = To be irritated.

Nampa (ナンパ) = To chat or pick someone up.

Sugoi (すごい) = Amazing or incredible.

Uzai (うざい) = Another word for annoying.

Wakannai (わかんない) = I don’t know.

Yabai (ヤバい) = Anything from “awesome” to “oh no.”

Russian Slang

Долбоеб (dolboyob_) = Fool, Idiot

Иди на хуй (idi na hui) = F*ck yourself

Сволочь (svo lach’) = Trash, Scum, Jerk

Жопа (zho pa) = Brat (typically used towards children)

Гавно (gav no) = Sh!t (used more when speaking to yourself rather than to insult someone)

лох (loh) = Stupid, Idiot, Sucker

Гандон (gan don) = Condom (Whilst calling someone a condom in English is just not a thing, it’s quite common in Russia. Used to refer to someone weak or just plain irritating)

Чушь собачья (chush’ sobach’ya) = Bullsh!tter

Malaysian Slang

Трахни тебя (trakhni tebya) = F*ck You

Ти дегхенераат (ti degheneraat) = You’re a degenerate

Отыебис от меныа! (otyebis ot menya!) = Move your ass / Get the f*ck away

чертовски дно (chertovski dno) = F*cking bottom (would be used when referring to hitting rock bottom.)

Bo jio = use when referring to friend who didn't invite them to a gathering (e.g. 'why you bo jio?)

Ýum cha = hang out over drinks or food at local coffee shops

belanja = I got you covered

Potong Stim = killjoy

Boss = waiters refer to their cusomters as boss, and customers call out for waiters using the same term!

Tapau/Bungkus = take-away

Ang Moh/Mat Salleh = "Western foreigners"

Kantoi = being cuaght red handed

Paiseh = shy or embarrased

Walao Eh! = brother

Macha = good friends (equivalent to "fam" in English)

Alamak! = shock, surprise, or frustration (punctuate with 'face palm' for dramatic effect)

Lah = This one really has no meaning, used to add "emphasis" and "flavor" to sentences. It is rather addictive...

Kawan baik = best friend

Jom = let's (inviting someone to do something together)

Best gila = crazy good, crazy fine (like "amazing!" in English)

Kantoi = busted

Fuyoh = WOW or OMG

Cincai = whatever

Italian Slang

Ma Dai = come on, imagine, stop it (express surprise, amazement)

Chi Se Ne Frega? = Who cares?

Scialla = stay calm

In Bocca Al Lupo = Good luck

Come Il Cacio Sui Maccheroni = like sheep's milk for the macaroni

Come Te La Passi = How is it going?

Trescare – Have a flirt

Camomillarsi – Calm down

Sbalconato – Be out of your mind

Incicognarsi – Get pregnant

Citofonarsi – Call someone by surname

Tirare tardi – To be late

Inciucio – Intrigue, a cheat, a mess

Un carnaio – Many people together in the same place

Abbioccarsi – falling asleep unexpectedly

Bordello – Problematic, confusing, and chaotic situation

Fottìo – Something that has happened or occurs in large quantities

Svalvolare – Loss of control

Rosicare – To be envious of something

Scazzato – A state of mind of malaise

Che pizza – a boring or bad thing

Sbroccare o sclerare – Getting angry and making a scene

Raga – Guys

Tranqui – abbreviation of the word “calm,” it means to stay calm

Che Figata – Cool

Meno male! – Luckily or thank goodness

Che schifo – How disgusting

Vivere alla giornata – Live in the moment

Pisolino – An Italian slang word that means “afternoon nap”

Hindi Slang

Yaar = Friend, used at the end of sentences for casual social interactions (including shopkeepers/autorickshaw drivers)

Achcha = good/okay/really?

Thik Hain = okay (+ head nod)

Arre = hey (with a higher tone = surprise, lower tone = exasperation)

Bas = that's it

Chakkar = dizziness

Funda = fundamentals

Ghanta = Yeah right

Jugaad = hack

Bakwaas = nonsense

Chalega = That will do

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Don Knotts (The Incredible Mr. Limpet, The Ghost and Mr Chicken, The Reluctant Astronaut)—Just look at him. He’s just a lil scrungly guy. Also he started entertaining as a ventriloquist, and there’s nothing scrunglier than a ventriloquist. In all seriousness, Don Knotts’ career is singularly unique. His speaking voice was iconic, and he used it to his advantage and played it up – see also the included YouTube link to his small role in No Time for Sergeants [link]. He not only played second fiddle comedic character roles, but also played leading comedic character roles. He didn’t need a sidekick for his movies but he could *be* the sidekick if needed. That’s key to Scrungly Little Guy™ behavior, in my opinion. Knotts undoubtedly influenced many comedians and sitcom characters in both his lifelong film and TV career – and I do mean lifelong, as his final role was in 2006, the year he passed away! In the 70s, he became a frequently used actor in live action Disney comedy films for kids like The Apple Dumpling Gang and appeared in many children’s programs. Knotts was said to be one of the nicest guys in Hollywood, which is important for Scrungly Little Guy™ lore.

Margaret Hamilton (The Wizard of Oz)—oh you KNOW she scrungled. and she has one of the top ten most beautiful noses of all time, in my objectively correct opinion. and look how her face lights up when she smiles in the wicked witch screen test!

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

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Margaret Hamilton:

Terrifying legions of children as the Wicked Witch of the West, sure, but I would argue that Margaret Hamilton was also Peak Scrungle as Miss Gulch. She also had a long career as a character actress, showing up with her distinctive profile to add a little zip to any film she was in!

was typecast in homely, shrill, and creepy character roles because she wasn't hollywood-attractive but was always so fun to watch

I feel like she's gotta be a shoo-in for scrungliness, but just in case people have lost their minds I'm submitting her. From Wikipedia, here is an intriguing meditation on the difference between scrungly actors and their scrungly roles: "When Hamilton reprised her role as the Wicked Witch in a 1976 episode of Sesame Street, 'the show's producers were flooded with letters from parents saying it was too frightening for children.' She appeared as herself in three episodes of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, between 1975 and 1976, because Fred Rogers wanted his viewers to recognize the Wicked Witch was just a character and not something to be afraid of."

Don Knotts:

TBH, I was first introduced to Don knotts in things like three's company, the og Scooby-Doo cartoons, and later on that Disney chicken little movie. He's probably most remembered from his time on the Andy griffith show. But just look at him! Don't you just wanna put him situations?

When you say scrungly his face is just what immediately pops into my head

Don Knotts plays in most if not all of his filmography someone who is kinda dull-witted, afraid of his own shadow, or kind of cowardly. He is the scrungliest of scrungly people!  

[derangedanomaly]

so, what if you do a Comedian reader x Classic, Nightmare, Cross, Dust, and Killer?

(You can add horror if you want, I just would've guessed he'd be delusional to the jokes the reader makes)

AU SANSES X COMEDIAN READER

(Classic, Nightmare, Cross, Dust, Killer)

Classic:

Oh, looks like Sans found his soulmate!

The first time you told him a joke, he swore that he fell in love. Even more when you told him more.

There's never a dull moment between you two! Always cracking up jokes. (Papyrus might be going a little crazy from your puns 💀)

Is going on all of your comedy shows. Every. single. one. Don't worry, he wouldn't miss this, EVER. In return for him going on your shows, you're going to his! :)

Slowly, but surely, becomes your fan. He has your jokes memorized at this point.

No matter how much he's heard your jokes, he'll always laugh.

You give each other tips for jokes. (Each one more ridiculous, but you guys find it funny 💀)

Well, what else can I say? You're just two cuties.

Nightmare:

Rolls his eyes at your jokes. Is really not all that impressed...

Nightmare's more of a fan of dark humor, so the right way to get to him, is by telling him a dark joke.

Trust me, it'll take EVERYTHING in him to not laugh at that joke.

You decided to take on the challenge. Beginning your plan to make the king of darkness laugh.

You send many dark jokes his way, which cracked him up. But he was still holding back.

After this, he got curious and decided to go to see your comedy show. It wasn't really for him, since he doesn't share the same sense of humor, but it wasn't that bad. (Bro's actually complimenting you? 😯)

From this day forward, he'll be going to your shows undercover. (Doesn't want to get caught lacking 💀)

Cross:

Bros a lil emo, so he'll probably act like your puns are not growing on him. (They are)

You once offered to take him to see your comedy show. He denied. 🙄

After you left to your show, Cross literally LEAPED from the couch and ran to see your show! He just needed to know if your jokes are as hilarious on stage as it is in real life.

He can't lie...but he laughed his ass off over there.

He immediately paid for the next show, with you not finding out he was even there!

He can't let you know that he's really not all that mysterious! That would be embarrassing.. ;)

Loves your puns! But you'll never find out.

Killer:

He's that one type of monster to yell; "LMAO, LMFAO, LOL" out loud. His cringe ass always gets you💀🙏🏻

He'll be so proud of you! Look at you, running your own shows, bringing people joy. He's so supportive.

"YOU SEE THAT HUMAN UP THERE!? THAT'S MY HUMAN!"

You would often find yourself embarrassed on stage cause of him...

The first time he found out about you having a show, he immediately wanted to see! (Even after you denied him multiple times)

He never stops encouraging you after that. It's always one praise after another. (I need him in my life bro 😭)

Is willing to punch someone just for you, so if there would be someone creepy, trying to get a feel of you, he won't hesitate to kill him.

Dust:

He's probably the one that encouraged you to start your own show.

Look, maybe he's a little emo...but he's not that big of an emo to not at least let out laughs at your jokes.

Out of all the bad sanses, Dust is probably the one that's the most closest to his original self. (Classic) So it's not a big surprise when he starts saying his own jokes back to you.

He was the one that also helped you make your dream into reality. (Since it was his idea.)

Truly proud of you when you're on stage. Also compliments you, but not as much as Killer. Look, he doesn't wanna embarrass you. 🤷‍♀️

"Hey, you see that human up there, on the stage? The star of the show??" "Uhm...yeah?" "Heh.. that's my partner.." Cue the scene of Dust looking up at you, with a dorky look on his face. "WHAT?!"

Your fans were never the same after that. You and Dust became the targets of what's called, shipping.

Not like Dust wasn't enjoying the thought of you two being a thing ;)

[illubean]

Can I get a hisokas sister x killua? Like hisokas sister is affectionate but not in a creepy way she just want to show killua how much she likes him😔(mainly in gifts and unexpected hugs, cheek kisses) you can do what you want with this request.🫶🏼have a good day! I love your blogs btw!! :))) it’s nice to see some hxh blogs😭

Killua with HisokasSister!reader

Characters: Killua Zoldyck Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Fem!reader

ok I know my rules say I won't write romantically for Killua or Gon but this one is kinda in a grey area and the request was cute soooo up to interpretation even though it's intended to be mostly platonic >.< also im going to try and be nice as a certified Hisoka hater LMAO

Warnings: Hisoka.

being Hisoka's little sister was...interesting

he's literally insane a lil cray but he's all you got and you wouldn't trade him for the world

you met Killua at the hunter exam and became part of the little friend group he had going because you were one of the only other kids there

and over your time there you ended up getting attached to him

you followed him around all the time and latched yourself to his side whenever you could

and poor boy was conflicted

it was kind of annoying but also? nice at the same time???

so yeah despite him looking so annoyed at you all the time he doesn't actually try stopping you from showing him affection

he has no clue what to do with all the random stuff you give him especially since they're pretty useless sometimes...

and he's very confused on where you find this stuff and why you even thought of giving it to him

like where tf did you find a bird skull? and how did you manage to find so many pieces of sea glass??????

you're like a crow with attachment issues or something

it's not until after the exam and you follow him and Gon to heaven's arena that he finds out you're related to Hisoka

and hes like HAH!?!?

when you all made it to the 200th floor the boys were literally shaking in their boots when they got closer to Hisoka

and when you ran up to him and hugged him like it was nothing? ARE YOU CRAZY!?

after his talking and whatever and Wing coming to get you guys Hisoka's like sooo are you coming with me or what

and you're like nah I wanna stay with Killua

and hes like "Oh my, seem's like someone's infatuated with the Zoldyck boy. Don't worry, he's not the one I'm interested in"

and Killua is like WTFFFF

HOW IS SOMEONE SO WEIRD AND SCARY RELATED TO YOU

he's more weary around you now and a lot more hesitant to ever push you away

he already liked and admired you as a person but now there is an added fear factor

we all know Illumi doesn't like Killua having friends

but if it's you? ...well there's not much you can really do

he doesn't mind all that much because your brother is a valuable ally and you've probably got potential too

but yeah overall Killua just accepts your affection without any questions partially because he is afraid

[mewhenimanangel]

everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you beg miles to help you write your extra credit paper so he invites you over.

wc: 3.2k

warnings!: swearing, harassment, creepy men, n word use, making out, google translate spanish

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why are you everywhere, fuck. miles couldn't get you out of his head it's like you were taking over his life. you became the center of his drawings, spending like three hours perfecting the small details on your face, your wispy eyelashes, the brown and pink in your lips, everything. and that kiss didn't make it any easier, it wasn't his first kiss but god it made him obsessed.

it was becoming a problem for his prowler work, his uncle told him to get his head in the game.

you were sitting in physics and he wouldn't stop trying to touch you. he kept his knee pressed on yours the whole class and kept crossing the imaginary line on the table to touch your elbow with his. you looked through the side of your eye and saw that he was staring at you. "the way i can feel your stare right now is insane" you giggled, whispering. "i literally don't know what you're talking about" he pressed his lips together and shook his head.

neither of you have spoken about the kiss you'd shared three nights ago. things weren't awkward it just kind of went back to the way it was before. at least that's what you thought.

it was the end of class and your teacher assigned a partner paper that was due on monday for extra credit points, miles didn't need the points however you did. "can you pleasee just work with me?" you begged, following behind him down the hall. "i don't even need it? i have a 98" he told you. "alright well unlike you my grade sucks, pleaseee i wanna make honor roll, and right now i have a 79" you pleaded, hooking his arm. he let you keep your hand there, secretly enjoying the contact. "why don't you ask somebody else who needs it?"

"cause you're the only one i talk to there, everyone else seems boringgg. plus you're smart" you tried to inflate his ego to work in your favor. he didn't say anything he just looked down at your pleading eyes. "milessss" was all you said until he rolled his eyes. "relájate maldita sea, i'll do it with you. can you come to my house tomorrow night or your dad still hate me?" he joked and you laughed a bit. "if i tell him it's for school he might relax a lil" you said "so does that mean you'll help??" you asked again with a smile on your face.

he loved that on you, definitely going back in his sketchbook. "ain't that what i just said chiquita"he scoffed. you squealed "thank youuu, okay i'll see you later" you pulled off his arm and turned down the hallway to your locker.

ʚɞ

you walked out of the grocery store with bags and a small baguette in hand that you were chewing on. god you adored the bakery in that store. you turned down the street in the direction of your building when you heard someone "ay pretty lady what you doing out here this late" you turned to your side and saw some random guy talking to you. "ha, don't worry bout me." you nervously said back, deciding to just keep walking. "ah mami, don't be so cold~" now you could hear the slurring in his words, obviously drunk. you still kept it pushing and he just followed behind. "that ass is looking tight though" he reached a hand out and squeezed at your butt.

"what the fuck?!" you shouted, reaching into your pocket for your mace to spray him. you turned around but paused when you saw the familiar mask you knew from the news, the prowler. he was staring at you with a finger over where his mouth would be and reached his claws around the guys neck and pulled him into the alleyway nearby. you heard the guy scream, and some thuds before ultimately what you thought was blood splatter and a body dropping to the ground.

that was when you decided to make a run for it, and when the grocery store was out of sight, you walked as fast as you could back to your building. even though he'd just helped you, you did not want to get caught up with the prowler at all. he would be on the news for various crimes - theft, arson, aggravated assault, murder, etc. again, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. you ran into your building and up the stairs unaware of that mask staring at you from the building across.

♱

miles was on his way home jumping from the rooftop to rooftop when he heard some voices on the street. he looked over and saw you being followed by some guy who looked drunk out of his mind. he followed on the roofs before jumping down, as silently as he could, behind the guy. he looked at the fright on your face and put a finger up to his mouth.

he grabbed the guy by the throat and pulled him into the alley behind him. he threw him down on the ground sending a kick to his face. he sent a punch to his face with his clawed gloved before throwing him up against the wall, sending another harsh blow to his face. it enraged him knowing that guy was tryna hurt you..or worse. he used the sharp claw to slice against his neck, the pressure sending his blood on the walls. he went limp and dropped to the ground. "one less fucking weirdo." he spat. he peeked out from the alley to see you were gone and practically sprinting back to your building, smart girl.

he followed behind you on the rooftops, something he's grown quite fond of doing when he would see you out on his patrols, to make sure you got home safe. he'd figured out which window was your bedroom a few weeks ago and didn't leave until he saw the lights turn on and your shadow illuminating against your curtains.

ʚɞ

it was friday afternoon and you got dressed to go over to miles' house. you got dressed in a pair of track pants with a baby tee and sneakers. you still wanted to look cute but you didn't want to feel like you were doing too much. you threw on your sweater and put your things in your bookbag and left.

you felt your palms getting sweatier the closer you got to the door. you knocked on it when you heard a muffled shout from behind the door. a few seconds later, you were met with miles - hair out and curly afro falling at the sides of his fade, black wife beater   on that exposed his gold chain and well defined muscles. he had a pair of black joggers on that showed the waistband of his boxers, god he looked good.

"you gonna keep standing there or do you want to come in" he joked with you. you rolled your eyes fondly before taking your shoes off by the door "you took your braids out" you pointed out. "getting em redone tomorrow" he told you. "by the way, my mom's here and she insisted on making you dinner" he told you, you nod your head before following him to the kitchen. "ahh cariño, you must be y/n" a woman greeted you with a smile and a hug. "i'm miles' mom, rio. when he told me he was bringing his little girlfriend over i had to meet you. and i made dinner, hope you don't mind" she told you. "momm" miles groaned making you giggle.

"not at all ms morales" you smiled at her. "miles baby be a gentleman, take her bag and her sweater for her" she told her son. he went up behind you and gently pulled them off your back before going to his room. "you want a plate baby? i made pollo guisado y arroz" she asked you. "that sounds really yummy, thank you" you answered. miles came back from his room and shared his own plate along with you guys' and you all sat at their dining table. you sat in the chair that you figured was his dad's and you found yourself growing a little sorry.

you took a bite of your food and your face twisted in delight. "oh this is so good, been too long since i had good home food" you admitted, taking another bite. "thank you sweetie" her face softened with a sorrowful look. she'd heard about your mom after miles explained why he ditched school and why she got a call from some man telling her he was kissing his daughter.

"your house is really nice by the way, i love the feel of it it's so pretty" you told her. "ahhh you're gonna give me a big head, thank you bonita" she smiled at you. you looked up and saw a picture of miles sitting on the wall ledge when he was a toddler, mean mug on his face. "awww is that you?" you asked him, pointing to the picture. he looked at where you were pointing and smiled a little before nodding his head. "ahhh you're so adorablee" you said in a baby voice. he looked at you and you continued "and you still got that same mug" you joked, poking his cheek.

rio began sharing stories of miles when he was a kid and how stubborn he was. how he would test his parents' patience even though he knew they didn't play like that. she pulled out her phone and opened an album she had dedicated to miles and gave you to scroll through. you giggled at how cute and silly he was, but he did not seem amused. a video popped up of rio recording jeff throwing a small miles in the air and telling him how much he loved him. the air grew a little somber and rio cleared her throat "um don't you guys have a project or something, i don't wanna keep you waiting all night" she said picking up the plates.

"uh i can help wash up" you offered. "no, está bien. go hang out and do your work." she smiled. you followed miles to his room and looked around at his choice of decor. his bed sheets were a plain black, not much decorations on his wall except for a few rappers and album covers. he had a desk by his window and a mirror on the side of it. on his desk sat a laptop, notebooks, a lamp, pictures of his mom and dad and a sketchbook off to the side. it was open to you decided to be nosy and move closer to take a peek.

your eyes jumped a little bit when you saw what was an unfinished drawing of your face mid smile. "is this meee?" you picked it up and turned the page back one. this time it was multiple sketches of you from different angles. he moved to pull the book out of your hand and you gave him an awkward smile. "someone's obsessed. am i your muse?" you teased him. he closed the notebook and hid a smile shaking his head, "you are mad nosy" he told you. "draw me like one of your french girls, miles" you teased him some more.

you looked at his posters "frank, tupac, okay tasteee" you said. you continued looking around the room but he didn't seem too bothered by it considering he was sat on his bed just watching you. you looked a little through his shelves, checking out his book collection "i didn't know you read, scholar" you said, taking one down to read it. when you did that, something fell to the floor. miles jumped up to stop you from picking it up when he realized what it was. your smile dropped when you saw the mask you'd just encountered the night before.

"wait what is this?" you asked, tone a little more serious. "listen" was all he got out before you kept going. "don't tell me you're..." you looked at the mask and then back at him, mouth dropping as you made the connection. "ohh don't tell me you're the prowler!" you got a little louder and he slapped a hand over your mouth. "would you hush?! my mom doesn't need to know" he whisper yelled. you stuck your tongue out to lick his hand and he pulled it off you wiping your spit in his sweats. "well that's a really fucking dumb hiding spot!" you yelled back in a whisper.

"miles, you are the prowler??" you asked holding the mask in your. he looked away from your eyes before letting out a sigh and nodding his head "you cannot tell anybody" he pointed a finger to you . "aren't you literally killing people and stuff?? how could you do all of that?!" you argued in a hushed tone. "listen, you don't get it alright? im doing this to help my situation out so don't be coming up in here and judging me!" he argued back.

you sympathized with him a bit before biting back "but you're killing people, oh my fucking god you killed that man last night!" "i was doing that for you! stop fucking walking by yourself at night by the way" he said back to you.

"when did i ask you to do that for me?" you pointed a finger to your chest. "y/n don't you get it. i would do anything for you" he was getting desperate, moving closer to you. "what?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "there's not a line in the world that i wouldn't cross for you." he grabbed your hands. you didn't know what to say next. the tension was so high and you two just looked at each other.

he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, the force pushing you back into his shelf. his hands moved to your waist and your arms crossed behind his neck, deepening the kiss. he pushed his knee between your legs and your breath hitched in your throat. rio opened the door coming into the room "miles gonzalo morales, no hanky panky! you have work to do. ¡puerta abierta!" she shouted before leaving. your heart sank in your chest and you took a deep breath before looking back into his eyes.

"right that's why i came here. didn't come here to argue with you, think i'm gonna leave now" you said moving past him to your bookbag. "don't. i can still help you, i could write it for you if you want" he tried to stop you. you pushed your feelings down, you do still need his help, you could be mad at him later.

you spent the next thirty minutes searching through your textbook for information and typed it while miles looked up formulas and concepts.  you groaned and threw your head back on his pillows. "ey i told you i coulda just wrote it for you, you wanted to be stubborn. ahora haz el trabajo" he told you. you only whined in response before staying silent with your thoughts.

"why are you doing it?" you spoke up. "what?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "the whole prowler thing" "i told you. to help my situation out" he shrugged. you got up on your elbows "no but like why?" he sighed and rolled his eyes

"i do it to help my mom out. she keeps taking mad shifts at the hospital and no matter how much she tells me not to worry, i do. i don't wanna see her stressing herself out like that, it's not fair. so me and my uncle help her out, he was the one who had told me he was the prowler and then i took over but now he just helps me out. and listen i'm not killing people like that. i know what the news says about me and i've only really touched like three people, plus that guy last night. and if i do kill someone it's never innocent people." he explained.

"so like a vigilante typa thing?" you asked him. "i don't know maybe. probably not the good kind though. " he chuckled, feeling a little sorry. you sat and listened to everything he had to say "i know i'm not innocent either, not anymore. but i'm not gonna stop till things are right for us again. i really hope you can understand?" he asked you. you thought for a second before nodding your head. "i don't even know why i'm telling you all that, you not an opp right?" he raised an eyebrow at you. "no, please i could never" you giggled.

he leaned so his face was close enough that you could feel each other's soft breathing while you looked into each other's eyes. he pressed his lips against yours, loving the way your soft lips felt against his. the kiss was softer this time, different from the one before. he put his hands on each side of your jaw.

he moved to line kisses down your neck and you reveled in the feeling it gave you. you bit your bottom lip and put your fingers in his hair before you caught yourself. "wait" you pushed him back a little "your mom said no hanky panky" you mimicked her with a giggle. "so?" he said moving back to your lips. "so..your door is literally open and she's in the room next door" you told him. he moved back to your lips "i can close it" you kissed back for another minute before pulling away again.

"i have a paper to finish" you licked your lips and you could still taste him on you. he helped you finish your writing and after about an hour and a half you clapped, glad to be done. his mom poked her head through the door "mijo, it's getting late. think it's time y/n head home?" she asked the two of you. you both frowned a little bit but you figured it was pretty late and nod your head "yeah okay, we finished up anyways" you smiled at her. you packed your stuff in your bag and miles shoved his feet in his uggs.

"you're coming?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "duh. don't think i'm letting you walk by yourself" there was so much sass in his voice you had to laugh. "alright nigga relax" you giggled.

"have a good night sweetie" rio called out to you from the couch. "you too, mrs morales" you smiled and waved. miles opened the door and followed behind you.

the two of you walked down the few blocks in comfortable silence side by side. miles copied the speed you walked and made his feet match yours in sync. "thanks for helping me by the way. i deadass wouldn't have finished this until probably second period on monday" you told him. "and that's why your ass was pushing a D" he joked with you.

you got to the outside of your apartment building and said your goodbyes, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and entered the building, heading up to your apartment. you showered and went to lay down with a lot to think about.

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[naomiarai]

Imagine campus crush female reader, and popular hot nerd hee, hee got a big fat crush on reader since 1st day of uni but was too shy to confess, moving on to 2nd year they both gets close and all, one day at a party they both are drunk asf, hee got a bit jealous seeing reader getting hit on by a guy, so hee leaves the party, y/n follows him behind confesses her love for him, after their confession session, hee takes to his place and fucks her good, Not even being shy but CONFIDENCE AND ALL (like you get me) grabbing her chin gently when she gets quite because of how good he making her feel

"Aw baby, cat got your tongue now" followed with 3 hard thrusts 😭

ANON i wanna kiss ur brain c’mere but HE HAS TO FUCK HER ON HIS CAR IM SORRY

but i luv this, i like how hee would get shy at first, that’s so him !! and campus crush reader.... i LOVE this trope :3

at a party getting a lil tipsy with each other, (some indirect flirting included too ; 3) having a rlly good time. but then all of sudden some random dude comes over n tries to hit on you out of nowhere :(( and the jealous man that hee is, he leaves the party in anger. but you don’t just leave him be, you go after him, telling him that you love him n not some creepy dude.

heeseung would be bubbling with happiness inside, but he wants to show you just how much he loves you by absolutely fucking the shit out of you >:3 the lil shy heeseung’s gone, replaced with a cocky, confident heeseung. he’d have you bent over his car, cute skirt bunched up at your hips as he plunges his cock into your gummy cunt ><

[weebsinstash]

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm just sitting here being degenerate thinking of the concept of "Choso and/or Yuuji who gets our favorite Yan Fever for the Reader and they get those false memory things that like really mentally fuck them up and make them think you're their sister"

Like whether you are an actual cursed painting is irrelevant and I think it's funny to have some concepts where you're literally just a normal person but either way

Some Alternative Universe shit where Yuuji and Choso are chilling as brothers being sorcerors and whatnot and eventually you come along and oh shit, here come the fake VHS tape memories. Suddenly here's both of them, "remembering" you sitting at the family dinner table in your little school seifuku and calling them both Onii-chan with stars in your cute little doe eyes and it All. Feels. Too. Real.

You're just over here "what the actual FUCK are you two talking about" and meanwhile they're over here, turning to each other, "hey remember that time we went to the amusement park with Lil Sis--" and both of them are remembering the same 'events'. They see you with an adult man and suddenly they're flooded with thoughts of 'that time' sweet little unassuming you got embarrassed and ran off into the woods and they found you right before nightfall covered in dirt with scraped knees and puffy eyes as you said a boy at school had rejected you and just cried and cried and cried while your big brothers promised to kill the guy and that they're the only men you need and God Forbid They ""Remember"" Some Fucked Up Shit like they have vivid memories of your teary snot covered face holding their hand and trembling, "if you're the only man I need who will want me, will you marry me when I grow up"

forget the actual spirits the real shit that's CURSED is what comes out of these two when their false memories have them convinced you're this sweet helpless little crybaby that -- wait is that man trying to talk to you? You're too young to date! No shut up, you're not a grown woman. What are you talking about? You're too young. Men are creepy, stay away from him and hang with your big brothers! Do you wanna like.... go see a movie? Go to the arcade? You don't need a boyfriend to pass the time, don't be silly.

and you're sitting here thinking, "Weeb you mean they get these false memories for you as their PLATONIC little sister, right?" and, I dunno, wouldn't it be all the more fucked up if they're getting those Step Brother Level Memories. In some fucked up VHS tape in the back of their minds, they found little kid you starving in the woods or some shit like Batman scooping up Jason Todd like theyre remembering finding you bundled up and abandoned as a baby or something and. They remember you and feel for you as a sister but Don't Worry We Aren't Actually Related--

You go missing and your "big brothers" are absolutely freaking out and they catch you at like THE CLUB droppin that ass and being, well, dressing and acting really adult while they're all but throwing a sheet over you to "protect your honor" and. Clearly this isn't YOUR behavior, CLEARLY you've been BRAINWASHED by all these GROSS PERVERTS who are trying to CORRUPT YOU but don't worry the pseudo incestuous stuff is totally fine in their heads tho---

You sneak off for a prolonged period of time and it turns out you were with a dude and they're ligerally stripping your clothes off and inspecting you because, well, you're just so kind and helpless and sweet that if that man hurt you, your big brothers know you would defend that person, so, OBVIOUSLY both of them have to strip you down and ask about every single scratch, bump, and scar that wasn't there a few days ago

They're on that Japanese shared bathing mixed genders in the hot spring shit and, family bathing can be a thing in Japan and stuff like that so, catch them having ZERO problems making you share hot springs or baths and being completely full ass naked in front of them and they think YOU'RE WEIRD if you're grossed out by it. What do you mean you're not comfortable being completely totally naked in front of two equally naked adult men who keep touching your body, that's just what family does, gee lil sis you're SO weird 🙄

I also think it'd be like absolutely fucked if you were friends with Yuuji before he switches over or whatever so now he's got these very actually real memories of spending time with you and whatever feelings came from that now super imposed and layered over all this Weird Ass Family Funtime shit in his head. You go from thinking he's like your best friend to, slowly over time realizing his feelings for you are... questionable at best. That, before, where you were actually really sort of already a close platonic figure to him, NOW you're just infantilized and treated like helpless vulnerable little glass

All I'm saying is that Megumi amd Nobara have to put up with constantly hearing about Yuuji's precious lil sis and his awesome big bro and all the extra special family plans you guys have, meanwhile you're like, off in some office somewhere, "Gojo on god bruh i will suck you something so fucking sloppy if you get me away from these two"

[teagballs]

I just read your Dennis fic, and if you were going to write a part 2 would you be able to make it that Dennis doesn’t immediately tell reader he likes her? He just starts acting really weird when she’s around?

Like maybe, Dennis Charlie and Mac are insulting Dee and reader says something like “that it’s not nice” then Dennis goes, “yeah that’s seriously not nice guys.” And everyone’s just confused cause like he was saying mean stuff too.

If it’s to much trouble or if you don’t wanna write this please just ignore this 🧍🧍

"like no one else" | dennis reynolds x reader

read part one here

authors note: ur mind anon UR MIND BROOO. this prompt was amazing and i had to do it but also it took me a month cuz i was busy. OOPS. i hope i did it justice cuz i took it and ran LMAO

requests open as always!! looking to do some charlie kelly stuff, so if u have any ideas for him lmk!!

cw: fem reader, mentions of objectification of women and the D.E.N.N.I.S system ofc, lil smoochie smoo at the end but nothing nsfw, 1.4k words

Dennis stumbled out of the restaurant, abandoning his date and this old life of promiscuity behind, seemingly. He walked down the street, pulling out his phone. He entered your name into his contacts, ready to confess everything. Ready to tell you how much you mean to him. Ready to love you. But then he stopped. His finger hovered over the call button and he thought, "what am I doing?" It was the emotion of the situation that made him act with such heedlessness. He didn't even know if you felt that way about him, if you felt the same deep connection he did. For him, it was a feeling like no other. It felt like you got him in a way no one else did. With understanding and kindness too. But to you? Dennis could just be a good friend to you. And if that was the case, what was the point in risking it all? He took a deep breath, shoving his phone back in his pocket. No, he shouldn't act so incautiously.

In the following weeks, Dennis found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Every action you took, every word you spoke. He found himself obsessing over it. He tried not to come off as creepy - although that was hard, this was Dennis. His still kept his distance as usual, but now with a growing infatuation. He believed he was portraying this neutrality to you well, but this facade was challenged today.

"Y'know what guys, I'm really excited for this date tonight," Dee began to explain as she sat at the bar with Dennis, Charlie, Mac, and you.

"Oh shut up, Dee, nobody cares about your stupid date," Mac barked. Degrading her as usual.

It was water off a duck's back for dee, "You're just jealous I have a date Mac." She rhymed off before taking another swig of her beer.

"How'd you get this one to go out with you, Dee?" Charlie began in defence of Mac, "What'd you do? Steal his dog?"

"What? God no, what the fuck are you talking about?" Dee said.

Dennis didn't involve himself in verbally bullying his sister as he usually would. Usually, he would come in with the worst, most grating jabs. Instead, he silently observed how you scrolled on your phone, occasionally taking a sip of your drink, noticing how your brows furrowed ever so slightly in frustration.

"Even if you do go on this date, Dee, the only way you'll get him to stay is if you steal his phone or something!" Mac snarled.

"Yeah, you stupid bird!" Charlie said, which resulted in loud laughter from the men.

"God, would you just leave her alone, you two? Do you have nothing better to do?" You snapped at them finally. Dennis noticed your frustration and wanting to support and comfort you, he responded;

"Yeah, guys, leave her alone. You're both so sad." Dennis said in his usual 'I'm not wrong about anything ever and you're stupid for being wrong' tone.

Silence. Everyone, including you, turns to face Dennis. Did he just defend Dee? The sister he swore he hated?

"Dennis, what did you just say?" Mac asked cautiously and filled with confusion.

"I said leave Dee alone."

Dennis didn't really care all that much about Dee. Really, all her cared about was proving to you he did. He wanted to be on your side, always. To have your approval.

"Thank you, Dennis," you agreed. Dennis's heart swelled. 'God, what's wrong with me?' he thought. He had never felt this many emotions ever. Never mind for one person.

"That was weird, right? Earlier? When Dennis, like, stood up for Dee?" Charlie asked Mac.

"Oh yeah! For sure! I have no clue why he did that. I mean, just yesterday me, you, Frank, and Dennis were ragging on her for being a failed actress." Mac replied, causing laughter between the pair at the thought of this previous discussion.

"So... what changed?" Charlie puzzled.

"Everyone was there, except.. except for her." Mac hypothesised that when you were there, Dennis avoided talking poorly of Dee.

"But why? What does she change?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to D.E.N.N.I.S her."

"Huh. Doesn't really seem like his usual type." Charlie said.

Dennis was definitely not trying to D.E.N.N.I.S you. He made that distinctly clear in his mind. He wasn't following the steps at all, going out of his way to avoid flirtation with you, actually, to avoid raising suspicions. And the final step, 'separate entirely,' was most certainly one he didn’t want to follow. He wanted to spend forever and ever with you. Why? He didn't understand it himself. He was Dennis Reynolds, the Golden God! How come he was acting so pathetic?

You were starting to notice his weird behaviour. You had known Dennis for years. He was never this.. clingy? Not that you minded, really. You had always thought he was attractive, sure - charismatic too - but his general objectification of woman and lack of interest in a stable and long-term relationship certainly deterred you. Still, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter every time he would talk about the girl he was planning to go out with next. You had grown tougher over the years of knowing him, accepting that he would never change, and he would never see you like that. This new attention from his was definitely appreciated, but strange.

This all came to head a couple of weeks into this behaviour. You and Dennis sat in the bar together on a slow Tuesday. You had been testing him slightly. You were saying things to provoke him - small things. Things that would usually lead to a disagreement or argument or him going on a long Dennis rant. But he didn't budge. He didn’t roar obscenities or call you an idiot or react negatively at all. He would just nod and smile. And then he would agree. You couldn't take it. Was it some cruel joke? To get your hopes up or make you look stupid? You didn't get the punchline.

"Alright, Dennis, what's with you lately."

Dennis freezes. He feared you had picked up on his feelings towards you. He feared this would be the end of it all, and he had ruined it, and you would leave and he would never see you again.

"What do you mean?" Dennis replied. He was lucky he was such a good liar. He played coy well. But you didn't back down.

"You've been acting weird. You just agree with everything I say, and you're hanging around me a lot and like you keep not making fun of Dee when I'm here. You're always looking at me too. Is it some sort of joke I don't get? Are you making fun of me? That's mean."

Dennis felt emotions, oh god. He located that he felt regret and frustration and guilt and guilt and guilt. 'Mean'. He wasn't trying to be mean. She thought it was some sort of joke, but no. This was how he really felt. He really wanted to spend all his time admiring you, he wanted to agree with you on everything, that's all he could think about for the past month. And for once in his life, Dennis was at sea for words.

"I... I didn't..." Dennis attempted. But he couldn't convey his words in a safe manner. In a manner that meant if you didn't feel the same way it would be okay and you could keep being friends.

"I think I'm in love with you." Dennis sighed.

"It was after that date. With that chick. What was her name? Candy? Karen? Doesn't matter." Dennis rambled. "It was then when I realised I never want to be with anyone else, if not you. I don't think anyone had ever understood me the way you have. And I just spiralled after then? I haven't stopped thinking about you." That would be a creepy comment if it wasn't something you had always wanted to hear from him.

It was your turn to be speechless. Instead of saying anything your eyes scanned his face for any indication of falsehood. Nothing. You saw and expression on Dennis's face that you had never seen before. One that could be equated to not knowing the answer. Clueless. Maybe afraid? You open your mouth to speak again but Dennis cuts you off and speaks first. Like he's trying to drown out a negative response. Like covering your ears to block out the sound of a gunshot; the damage would still be done.

Dennis looked at you, waiting for the gunshot.

"Dennis.. I feel the same way. Of course I do, oh my God." You finally say. Your voice is small and hoarse, like you have never used it before. Quickly, before anyone can say anything else, Dennis envelops you in a kiss. A kiss that isn't filled with lust, something Dennis isn't used to. His lips lean into yours in a desperate attempt to convey his gratefulness and love and devotion to you. You grip at his sides. You understand.