lazytown hcs

Screw it.


  • He was brought up in a very strict, high class family. Like i’m talking mansions.
  • he wasn’t socialized well bc stuffy adult meetings was p much all the socializing he did
  • he also didn’t have to do anything for himself, the servants would. Hence the laziness.
  • all his clothes were hand tailored but he liked to go to the tailoring place and help design his own clothes
  • he was great at drama, math, and english when he tried.
  • He likes fruit only when its chocolate dipped
  • fae or pixie. Why he needs a lot of sugar and why his family kept tabs on him at all times and why his hearing is so good.
  • can play saxophone and piano really well
  • one day he forgot english and accidentally started talking to pixel in icelandic. Pixel ended up knowing icelandic so he went on with his day still speaking it, but stingy got really confused.
  • obsessed with eye shadow, but is subtle about it. He wants to see if anyone notices.
  • doesn’t swear, worst thing he said was probably damn.
  • he can tap dance and ballroom dance pretty well
  • we all know he can sing. Sometimes he hums along to the other songs people are singing when he’s at home
  • has insomnia and a lil depression. just let him nap
  • secretly wants to be admired by the kids (and sporp)
  • lets just say Number 9 wasn’t kind to him, and actually used psychical violence. that’s why he’s jumpy and always flinching.


  • not sure of his own origins, he just kinda happened.
  • he’s a raw vegan but will indulge with store bought soy milk on special occasions. 
  • him being an elf is why he can’t eat processed sugar. Robbie likes to try and push it to see how far he can go
  • on board with the honey makes him drunk hc
  • he doesn’t actively seek out honey, the kids just trick him into eating it cause they think drunkacus is funny.
  • once he got angry and hurt someone, but not too badly. He vowed to never get angry again.
  • He’s pretty bad with puzzles and figuring things out
  • elf ears duh. he can hear pretty well with them, which can also be a bad thing.
  • the worst thing he’s ever said was “dingus” and he felt bad about it for weeks.
  • He called Stingy a dingus. Stingy gasped dramatically but didn’t care too much
  • he eats things with the skin on and the entire thing. Like a whole pineapple, top and all
  • Pixel got really concerned when he saw this happen.
  • he also eats flowers. Stephanie picked him a flower and he ate it and she cried.
What I say: I’m fine

What I mean: But why did Harry hold up his right hand with the ring he came out wearing after he and Louis went to that restaurant on Valentine’s Day while doing the “if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it” dance when Lorraine mentioned getting married? Louis literally put a ring on it. 

Footnote: Gay Ring Finger - The gay ring finger is the middle finger on the right hand. It is symbolic for the right hand because gays do have the right to enter into marriage or civil union. The middle finger represents a sentiment reflected to those that oppose it. As opposed to the traditional left hand/ring finger of heterosexual marriage, it is uniquely for proud gay people.

What about you? Why do you throw all of your love to one person? Why have you reserved not a single piece of your love for yourself? I wish I could take your heart from his hands, he is clumsy and doesn’t know how to hold it. I would give it back to you, I would tell you to plant your love within yourself. This is not to abstain from romance, but to finally receive the love you have so quickly and anxiously given.
—  lydiaskiss, I wish you romanticized yourself as much as you did him

Night Changes-Brisbane-February 11th 2015 (x)

:06 through :09-Harry and Louis both acknowledge someone in the crowd by putting their arms up, then they both scratch their noses, and then they both put their hands behind their backs and turn to the side all at the same time.

:15-What is Harry doing? He turns around and puts his hands on his belly and looks down at it. Just look at him and of course Louis notices at :19. I don’t even know, but it was cute.

I feel like Hawkeye is the secret prizefighter in the Avengers, because we all forget that he recruited Black Widow when he was sent to kill her; he’s not dead so he obviously won that fight and offered her amnesty. (At least in the MCU.)

SHIELD decided to send Barton after Russia’s deadliest spy. Why did they send him? They could have sent Fury. They could have sent literally anyone. But they sent Clint. Because he’s a lot tougher and better at his job than anyone thinks he is. He also did this all while deaf.

In order to make the choice to offer her life, he wasn’t sniping her long distance with an arrow; he bested her at hand to hand combat, avoided being killed or her slipping away.

Exactly what do we know about this man?

Clint Barton is a badass.

Draco Malfoy Dirty One-Shot: Angry (Requested by Anon)

“I can’t fucking believe you right now.” he hissed at you as you made your way into the Slytherin common room. You had come back early from dinner, mostly because Draco thought you were flirting with George Weasley. 

“I didn’t do anything, Draco!” you shouted at him. “George and I were just talking, that’s it!" 

"Oh yeah?!” he retaliated, “Then why was his hand around your waist, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “Because I tripped and was about to fall flat on my ass when he caught me! Maybe you should thank him." 

He huffed at you. "Bullshit.”

You glared at him. Did he seriously not believe you? Why was he so unwilling to trust you? “Bullshit?! Are you kidding me?! I was not flirting with him, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that. Maybe before you start pointing fingers and naming names, maybe you should take a look at yourself! You looked like you were having quite an interesting conversation with Pansy tonight!”

His eyes burned holes into your body. “Are you shitting me? I wasn’t flirting with Pansy, why would I flirt with Pansy?”

You let out an irritated sigh and stared at him. “Oh I don’t know, maybe because she has this ridiculous crush on you and you did nothing what-so-ever to stop her advances on you tonight?!”

He punched the wall. “I was not flirting with Pansy! She was flirting with me, and I barely said anything to her!”

You stomped forward until you stopped right in front of his face. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend! I love you!” he shouted in your face. 

“Exactly! If I have to believe you for that reason, then you should believe me when I say I’m not flirting with George because I’m your girlfriend and I love you!” you shouted back. 

He looked down at the floor, clearly still angry. He still wasn’t believing you.

You stared at him angrily before making your way to the door. “Y'know what, maybe I should back and flirt with George. That way I can show you what real flirting looks like.”

Just as you were about to open the door, you were roughly turned around and pinned against the door. Your breath was caught in your throat and Draco’s face was dangerously to yours.

His body pressed up against yours and you could feel something hard in his pants. 

You gave him an angry look. “What are you gonna do?” you taunted, “Fuck me?”

He growled low in his throat before attacking your lips with his, kissing you very roughly. You kissed back and bit down harshly on his lip, making him open his mouth and letting you slip your tongue in his mouth. 

Your tongues harshly fought with each other, and you were suddenly eager to get his clothes off of him. Your hands pushed the robes off of his shoulders and undid his tie. Then you started unbuttoning his shirt. 

He had you pressed against the door, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other pressed against the door. 

Once you had managed to get his top garments off of him, he started grinding his hips into yours, making moans come out of your mouth. His mouth left yours to suck on your neck, going straight to your sweet spot. You moaned and closed your eyes, letting Draco do what he wanted with you. 

When he left a mark on you, he pulled away and pushed your robes off of you and stripped you of your tie and shirt. You went back to kissing and both of you went to work removing your lower clothing. He pushed your skirt down and you unbuckled his pants and he let them fall to the ground. 

Now it was just the two of you in your undergarments.

 He grabbed your ass and whispered into your mouth as he was kissing you, “Jump.”

You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist and he dropped you onto the couch. You pulled him back on top of you with your hands on his shoulders, his hands on your waist.

He broke away to slip off your panties and slowly stroke your folds. 

“You like this, don’t you?” he sneered, “You like it when I touch you like this, yeah?” You didn’t say anything, you just dug your head into the couch and bit your lip.

He slowly slipped one finger in and began rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you quietly moan and pick up the pace of your breathing. 

He began pumping agonizingly slow. You moaned a little louder. “Draco…go faster." 

"Beg for it.” he commanded.

“Draco, for the love of God…go faster” you managed to whimper out.

He inserted another finger and began pumping faster, his thumb violently rubbing your clit. You cried out a bit and brought your hands up to your breasts, massaging them and flicking your nipples in between your fingers. 

“Do you think Weasley could do this?” he rasped out, “You think he could touch you like this, and make you moan and beg like I am now? You think he can make you feel this good?”

You let out a high pitched moan when he found your g-spot and he kept pumping. 

“Mm” you whimpered out and he smirked at you. Just as you were about to come, he pulled out. 

“God dammit Draco.” you breathed out and you sat up to look at him. He smirked and hovered over you, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Look at me.” he commanded harshly. He was inside you with one quick, powerful thrust and you moaned and arched your back into his touch. He was pounding into you, his dick hitting your g-spot each time. 

“Mm, baby you’re so fucking tight.” he let out. You wrapped your legs around him and let him continue to mercilessly pound into you. You brought your hands to his back and started clawing at his skin, leaving long scratches down his back. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit down on it hard. The faster and harder he was pounding into you, the more scratches you left on his back. And damn, did that feel fucking amazing. 

“I…bet Weasley…can’t…fuck you like this” Malfoy managed to moan out. 

You had enough of him bringing up George. Why the fuck couldn’t he just accept that what you were telling him was the truth?! 

Using all the strength you had, you pushed him so that you were on top of him now, his back landing against the couch cushions rather hard. 

Draco looked at you, he was clearly surprised. 

You took his hands and pushed them down onto your hips, his fingers quickly digging into the skin. 

You bounced up and down on top of him rather harshly. Draco moaned loudly and dug his head into the couch, his hands still tightly holding onto you. 

You were bouncing as fast as you could, and then you started slowing down. 

Draco’s eyes snapped open. “Don’t slow down.” he breathed out, “Please.”

You started circling your hips around his penis, your lower area pressing down onto his skin.

“Bet Pansy can’t ride you like this.” you said, “Could she ride you like I can?”

You started bouncing again and Draco’s breathing accelerated majorly, as did yours. Moans and groans both left your mouth and Draco sat up, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other balancing himself against the couch; your arms tightened themselves around his shoulders. 

He started thrusting upwards to match your bounces. Your lips met and you roughly kissed each other. You both were sure that there would be bruises left on your mouths when you were done. He bit down on your lip and lightly groaned into your mouth. His hand left your waist, and went to grab your face. Your hands slid themselves down to his neck and you bounced down on him harder, making you moan loudly.

The harder you both thrusted, the more moans and groans left your mouth. This was no doubt the best sex you guys had ever had. Too bad it was because you both were angry with each other.

Your orgasms came to their climax and you came first, him following close behind. You both slowed down until you came to a stop. He fell backwards on the couch and you collapsed on top of him, your breathing still extremely erratic.

His hands found your lower back and started rubbing small circles on it, while you started tracing shapes into his chest.

When his breathing had calmed down enough, he started to speak. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

You stopped and looked up at him. “I’m sorry too.”

He sighed. “I guess it’s just…I get scared a lot because I know you can do so much better with me, yet you’re still here. I’m just scared some guy’s gonna come and sweep you off your feet and you’ll leave me." 

His eyes were cast to the ceiling, and you could tell he was genuinely scared.

"Hey, look at me.” you said softly. 

His eyes met yours, waiting for what you had to say. “I love you. Even though you can be kind of a dick sometimes, I love you.” you chuckled a little and he let out a small laugh, a smile coming to his face.

“You don’t have to worry about me going anywhere. ‘Cause it’s not happening.” you smiled at him.

He smiled back and took your face in one hand and kissed you.

“I love you too." 

you can’t help but be nervous when the CEO of Hemmings Inc., Luke Hemmings himself, asks you to stay after hours to help him with a project. you’ve only been interning at the company a few months, and your interactions with the CEO have been limited to small smiles and greetings in the hallways. you sit in front of his desk now, fiddling with the edge of your skirt, but he seems unconcerned, leaned back in his chair behind his desk, his feet up on the table, a smirk across his impossibly handsome face. “was there something I could help you with?” you ask finally. he stands and comes around the desk, never taking his blue eyes off you. “I have two older brothers. did you know that? and yet, I’m the head of our father’s company. do you know why that is?” he circles around you, walking behind your chair and brushing his hand along the edge, before trailing his fingertips across the bare skin on the back of your neck. he brings his lips close to your ear and whispers lowly, “it’s because when I want something, I get it.” 

Reasons why Garnet is the best of the Gems:

1.) She believes in Steven. Not once has she ever said he can’t do something, whereas Pearl is constantly shooting him down and basically saying he’s inept.

2.) “Small hands, my one weakness”. She and Steven both know how badass she is and yet she still acknowledges that Steven is in fact a kid and kids need to have play like this.

3.) She doesn’t upset his funky flow. When he has that crazy-ass idea of what she did for the day, she doesn’t shoot him down and call his idea stupid like Pearl would. She keeps Amethyst and Pearl from ruining his date with Connie (even though it turned out dangerous).

4.) “Oh Steven. We already love you.” Literally neither Pearl or Amethyst have said that to him. Pearl sort of resents him, and Amethyst just wants someone to play with. Garnet is the only Gem who has never once been thoroughly upset with him.

5.) She’s the product of lesbian rock love.

6.) She’s the one who had the idea of the fake onstacle course for Steven so he could believe in himself again.

7.) She sees him as STEVEN and not just a different version of Rose. Pearl focuses too hard on Rose and everything she did. I.e. when they find out about Lion, Pearl flips her shit but Garnet’s just like “aight”. Amethyst is still angry that Rose is gone and can’t get over it, i.e. she turns into Rose to hurt Greg’s feelings. Garnet rarely mentions Rose except when it would make Steven appreciate his mom more.

8.) She broke the duplicator wand. Pearl would have just hidden it again and Amethyst would have stolen it again probably. Garnet saw it for how dangerous it was and destroyed it.

9.) “It makes me feel important.” She’s big and stoic and tough but she still has her playful side. It’s not overly playful like Anethyst, but it’s a good level.

10.) She gives him her future vision power to let him make his own decision to actually teach him responsibility instead of just lecturing him.

11.) She didn’t go on the date with jaime out of obligation. She’s not stringing him along, not giving him false hope. She just said no. That’s not something women nowadays are good at doing.
Things I try not to think about

- Sirius teaching Regulus how to fly a broom

- Regulus having nightmares and coming into Sirius’ room to curl up next to him because they both know what their parents would say

- Sirius charming a Muggle nightlight he managed to get his hands on and giving to Regulus so he won’t be scared of the dark

- Sirius sneaking into Regulus’ lessons and doing funny stuff behind his teacher to distract him from the boring history lesson

- Sirius sneaking snacks under the table to Regulus during dinner so he won’t go hungry when he’s being fussy about his food

- Sirius reading Regulus bedtime stories both Muggle and magical and always making Regulus the hero in the tale

- Regulus coming to comfort Sirius when he argued yet again with his parents on tradition or pure-blood virtues

- Regulus trying not to cry on the platform when he says goodbye to Sirius, not being quite able to hold in a few tears though because he’s going to miss his brother when he goes to Hogwarts and who will sneak him snacks during dinner and amuse him during lessons and read to him at night now?

- Sirius hugging Regulus so tightly because he’s coming back during the holidays, it’s not forever Reg

- Sirius writing home to tell his parents he ended up in Gryffindor, and Regulus’ immediate disappointment.

- Regulus still eagerly waiting for Sirius to return home though because Gryffindor or not they’re still brothers and he misses him

- Sirius remaining at Hogwarts with his new friends and not writing to Regulus the whole time because he forgot about his brother he was having so much fun

- Regulus crying to himself in his room because he wants his brother and hasn’t heard from him all year

- Sirius returning home during summer and immediately starting a fight with his parents about his House and his friends

- Regulus listening to the yelling through his bedroom wall and crying when he hears Sirius cry out in pain for the next few hours

- Regulus creeping into Sirius’ room that night only to be turned harshly away by the hurt Sirius

- Regulus seeing less and less of Sirius during holidays as he stays in his room, and he doesn’t talk during dinner much less sneak him snacks.

- Sirius sneering at Regulus’ lessons and commenting on how well he’s performing his role of a puppet like a good son

- Regulus hating Sirius

- Regulus being sorted into Slytherin and hearing Sirius’ mocking congratulations from across the hall and has to try so hard not to hex him

- Regulus constantly watching his brother during meal times, not sure whether to admire him or be ashamed of him 

- The brothers not speaking to each other at school and even less at home

- Despite his family values and the whispering of his friends, Regulus admiring and respecting his brother because dammit Sirius is still his big brother and he admires his courage to stand by his House and his opinions unlike Regulus who’s too scared and doesn’t know what to think and he just wants to be brave and confident like his brother

- Regulus no longer hating Sirius, and even defending him in front of his friends

- Regulus still not speaking to Sirius because he thinks Sirius hates him and that kills him, but he always leaves snacks in Sirius’ room when he’s sent to bed without dinner again or saving the letters from Sirius’ friends from the fire and leaving them on his bed

- Sirius silently watching out for his little brother and making sure no one’s teasing him for being related to him

- Sirius secretly being really proud when Regulus makes it into the Slytherin Quidditch team as Seeker

- Sirius not knowing Regulus wanted to be in the Quidditch team so badly because of Sirius’ encouragement as a child teaching him to fly, and he wanted to be like his brother, who was Gryffindor’s Beater, and actually looking up to his friends and wanting to be Seeker like James because if they were his brother’s friends they must be good people and Regulus was definitely lacking good people in his life

- Regulus noticing before anyone else that Sirius has feelings for Remus because he knows his brother and that right there is love

- Regulus being really good at forging signatures and copying handwriting and writing James a letter from ‘Lily’ and writing a letter to Lily from ‘James’ that is the basis for the two of them becoming on speaking terms and is basically the reason they got together

- Regulus finding out Remus is a werewolf because even though Severus was sworn to secrecy he comes to him in the common room like do you know your brother is friends with a half-breed!

- Regulus learning how to make Wolfsbane and secretly slipping it it into Remus’s robe pocket when he’s fallen asleep in the library, but once being caught by James and finding out Remus wasn’t taking the potion because they believed it was cursed. Regulus explaining the potion to James and please don’t tell Sirius just make Remus drink the potion because it will help

- Regulus revealing in that meeting that he knows Sirius likes Remus and he wants to help Remus for Sirius. James agreeing to not tell Sirius of this meeting and gets Remus to drink the potion, all while concocting plans to get the two together because now Regulus has pointed it out it’s so obvious they’re in love

- Regulus joining the Death Eaters after Severus convinced him it was the only way to save Sirius because if they got close enough to the Dark Lord and were good soldiers he’d spare them (Severus obviously wanting to save Lily)

- Regulus feeling more and more guilty over every piece of Dark Magic he performed and every life he inadvertently ruined, constantly seeing Sirius’ disappointed face

- Regulus finding out about the Horcruxes and taking it upon himself to destroy one of them himself without thinking of telling his brother or any of his friends because that will endanger them

- Regulus drinking the poison instead of Kreacher and ordering Kreacher to find a way to destroy the locket

- Regulus dying alone and in pain and no one knowing the sacrifice he had made. Regulus dying still believing his brother hated him

- Sirius years later telling Harry about his brother with a bitter taste in his mouth, telling him what a good son he was

- Harry finding out what Regulus sacrificed, but being unable to tell Sirius as Sirius is already dead himself

- All the wasted years because of prejudice

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: what does toei animation have against takeru takaishi? why do they hate takeru takaishi? hasn't he been through enough? when he was a little kid, his brother and him were separated after the divorce and truly all he wants is to have a nuclear family like did you watch adventure 02 season finale? moreover the boy lost his innocence when he was seven and he literally watched his digimon partner, patamon, die at the hands of devimon. and now he's going through it again? hASN'T HE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH? why does he have to suffer so much? i just want him to be happy. i swear if he didn't bear the crest of hope, he'd already be emo.

“What did you do that for?” I asked curiously. 

“What?” he said, straightening up and wiping his face on his sleeve. He felt the split lip gingerly, wincing slightly.

“Offer to take that girl’s punishment for her. Do you know her?” I felt a certain diffidence about asking, but I really wanted to know what lay behind that quixotic gesture.

“I ken who she is. Havena spoken to her, though.”

“Then why did you do it?” He shrugged, a movement that also made him wince.

“It would have shamed the lass, to be beaten in Hall. Easier for me.”

“Easier?” I echoed incredulously, looking at his smashed face. He was probing his bruised ribs experimentally with his free hand, but looked up and gave me a one-sided grin.

“Aye. She’s verra young. She would ha’ been shamed before everyone as knows her, and it would take a long time to get over it. I’m sore, but no really damaged; I’ll get over it in a day or two.”

“But why you?” I asked. He looked as though he thought this an odd question.

“Why not me?” he said. 

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1st Bio : Don’t be like this my god……Why are you guys like this….It’s a mistake……

2nd Bio : As long as you guys want, as long as I have ☆☆♡♡

“I didn’t even do anything, how did I got on the trending list… It’s (the work) of you guys, right? We got an award. Thank you all. Thank you~ And my hands slipped just now…..Don’t……”

ps: Tao was talking about this audio post of him moaning on EXO’s Showtime that he accidentally recommended on weibo! It was just an accident and a really funny and adorable mistake of him so just laugh it off and please don’t make a big deal out of it uwu !

How to Love a Walking Bomb

i. keep your distance, he could go off at any moment

ii. don’t watch him sleep at night, you’ll slow your own breathing to match his so you can feel connected somehow, you’ll fall like a rock in water

iii. take note of the way he shrinks in on himself when he is scorned, where did he pick that up

iv.a watch his bronze curls as they blow in the breeze, do you see how the sun gives him a halo at this angle?

iv.b sneer at him when he catches you

v. find ways to lessen your feelings. look at his eyes, they are dimensionless. watch his hands they are clumsy and careless.

vi.a ask yourself why you have a thing for boys with a hero complex

vi.b push him down a flight of stairs to see where that self sacrificing attitude will get him

vii. watch the gentle way he touches her and imagine him touching you that way

viii. scoff at his titles, ‘the chosen one’, ‘the mage’s heir’. all of it is garbage, he’s a useless mage with good intentions

ix. poke him until he goes off, laugh in his face, and then think about how much you would’ve preferred consoling him into submission

x. revel in the knowledge that you both made it back for your last year, albeit six weeks late, but back regardless

xi. propose a truce - for the time being, at least - maybe he will see that being a monster doesn’t eliminate your humanity

xii. do not reveal any weaknesses he can use against you. truce does not equate friendship.

xiii. do not let yourself be swept away by his eyes. do not let every burning touch leave you dumbfounded, you’re flammable for Christ’s sake!

xiv. lose yourself in the sense of comfort that comes from the domesticity of his socked feet in your home. it’s okay to be vulnerable here, isn’t it?

xv. his kiss is practiced and good - just like him

xvi. so, so good

xvii. when his world is crumbling you are his main anchor, remind him that he is still human, and good, no matter what thoughts are plaguing his mind

xviii. be tender with him, he is not as invincible as you once believed

xix. treat him kindly, you love him and he loves you.

"I Need You" Sam Pottorff Imagine

          For the past few weeks, Sam has been acting strange. He was no longer that bubbly, funny boyfriend you knew and loved. Today, you came home from work, finding him sitting on the bed you two shared and staring at the ceiling. You lay down next to him, resting your hand on his. He was scarcely talking and you were worried at how depressed he looked.

          “Sam, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking to me?” You asked softly. He doesn’t say anything. He stares deep into your eyes for a few moments before sighing, putting his head in the palms of his hands.

          “I have to tell you something, and please hear me out,” he replies, his voice tensing.

          “Are-are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” You mumbled nervously, your eyes starting to water slightly.

          “No, of course not… It’s just that, I can’t be your boyfriend anymore.” You were speechless, unaware that you would ever hear those words. You stared at Sam as he looked down in guilt.

          “What are you talking about? Why?!” You could feel hot, warm tears sliding down your face, unable to contain them. His cheeks were extremely red and it looked like he was going to cry too.

          “It’s just-It’s just that you deserve so much more, y/n. I’m just a youtuber who won’t be able to take care of you as much as I really want to.”

          “No, you’re not! People can’t always be perfect in everything they do! That wouldn’t be reality, would it?!” He exhaled deeply, turning away from you. You grabbed his wrist.

          “I’m nothing y/n!”

          “Please don’t leave me,” you sobbed.

          “You don’t need me.”

          “Yes, I do! I need you! I need you around when no one is there for me!”  My arms wrapped around his waist, my face buried into his chest. “I need you.”

          “Am I really worth it?” He looked down at you as you nodded your head, brushing your lips against his.

          “I love you y/n.”

          “I love you too.”

Dr. Claw is the real Inspector Gadget. The main character is actually a robot duplicate of the man Claw once was, who was driven insane by an accident and now wants to destroy the machine that replaced him. … There are a lot of things that the show never bothered to explain, and this theory covers them better than the crappy live-action movie ever did. For starters, why does Gadget have robot parts? It seems unlikely that he would have been chosen for some sort of police-enhancing program, considering that he’s a total moron and all. No, there had to be some sort of tragic accident in his past, but he doesn’t seem to remember it. Then there’s Dr. Claw: Not only do we never see his face in the show (the action figure that revealed it came out years after the show had gone off the air), but the only thing we see is his metal hand, almost like an artificial limb. Also, his voice sounds like someone fellating a garbage disposal – it’s pretty obvious that Claw was involved in some sort of accident, too. Coincidence? We think not.

The 42 Most Insane (But Convincing) Fan Theories Ever Found


Chapters: 1/1 
Characters: Jimin x Reader 
Scenario: Anon: You honestly write the best bff jimin smut scenarios so can I request one?! Where he catches you watching porn and teases you about it or hears you singing a very sexual song 😂 like ride by Somo or body party by Ciara
Genre: Smut/Fluff 

A/N: Why did his story literally suck the soul from my life??? it ended up so fucking long like i have hand cramps??? fyi anon u ruined my life with this rq but how could i turn down smutty fluffy witty jimin huh??? lets not do this again hmmmm? becaUSE MY FUCKING HEART AND SOUL CANNOT TAKE THIS YAH 

You shut your bedroom door, pressing your back against it with a sigh. Finally, he was gone. G-O-N-E. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your best friend, you did, honest, you really did. Did you love the fact that you were tripping off several types of drugs right now and were hornier than a porn star in sex club? Or the fact that he had been teasing you the entire night, crossing lines that maybe you shouldn’t have as best friends? Dragging you up to the dance floor, and grinding against you, pulling you back against a jutting erection anytime you would slightly ease up on him. 

You both knew what you were doing, it was sort of unspoken, you were drunk and high and the fact that you were surrounded by other partygoers in Taehyung’s cramped living room didn’t make a difference. You pulled back sluggishly when you felt him press an open mouthed kiss to your neck. Jimin went in and out focus as you turned to face him, putting a hand on his shoulders. 

“Jiminnie,” you slurred, Jimin looked up at you with clear eyes and and impish smile, “We shouldn’t…” 

And that’s all it took. One drunken plea and he didn’t push it again, he just nodded his head, no hurt feelings and tugged you out of the mass of gyrating bodies. After that he gave you his jacket so you wouldn’t catch a cold and took you home, waiting to hear you lock the door before he knocked his goodbye. And now here you were, face down on your duvet, wondering how in the fuck you just turned down sex with Park Jimin. 

You let out a groan of despair before kicking and punching at nothing. Sighing you curled up in Jimin’s leather jacket and began nodding off into a drunken sleep. 

“I can’t take it anymore.” You panted lightly to yourself. You let out a whispered ‘fuck’ before tugging a damp strand of hair out of your face. It was just supposed to be a workout, a nice innocent jog to help you sweat out the hangover. You should’ve known that Park Jimin wouldn’t know what fucking innocent was if it bit him in the ass. And that ass, jesus christ. It took every ounce of self control to mutter a rushed excuse and leave Jimin there, bent over, panting, sweaty and shirtless. Now here you were, freezing your nipples off from the cold shower you took five minutes ago to try and relieve some of the ache between your legs. 

And the problem wasn’t that he was intentionally trying to seduce you, you swore the boy was as dense as a fucking twelve year old, it was just that even with that baby face and innocent eye smile he was oozing sex appeal. A walking, talking temptation. Everything you wanted perfectly packaged and left right on your door step. The only problem? 

“He’s my fucking best friend!” You whined into your pillow, more frustrated with yourself than anything else. Jimin wasn’t just one of those guys you called your best friend when you wanted to flirt or hook up without all the pretenses. He was a legitimate staple in your life, someone you saw in your future, someone who deserved more than a horny hook up. 

You shook the thoughts of any hook up from your head and got on your knees to grab the box from under your bed. You prided yourself on being a very self aware, sexually open person, or what your friends would called: a fucking nymphomaniac. You would roll your eyes at their jabs, just because you were into making yourself feel good didn’t mean you were a freak, you just weren’t sexually supressed like most people were. You were comfortable in your sexuality and if you couldn’t even make you feel good then who could right? Anyway that was the story you told yourself whenever you guiltily pulled out the box of vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, and other kinky things you kept stashed under your bed. 

As soon as you settled in a comfortable position in your bed, under your fluffiest blanket, in one of Jimin’s old shirts you had inherited and a pair of sexy underwear you opened your laptop. You bit your lip flipping through your library, “What to watch…” 

Your finger stumbled over the mouse as you scrolled through the ridiculous amount of porn you had on your laptop. You bit your lip already feeling the achy need build between your legs as you clicked on your favorite video. It wasn’t anything spectacular kinky, but it was erotic. The porn stars going at it, having a chemistry that you usually found lacking in most porn you kept up with. The female lead struggled to keep still under the mans hands, they were running up and down her body as she arched her back like a cat, trying to get closer, looking desperate to get every part of their bodies touching. As she leaned her head back against him he placed wet open mouthed kisses against her lips, capturing every moan. You felt a small gasp leave your lips as you finally got to the place, you were relaxed and had a vibrator focused on your clit while a single digit was inside your tight wet core. So lost in your own pleasure, and chasing your release you didn’t even hear the door to your apartment creak open just as you released a low gutteral moan.

“Yah Y/N-ah… oh fuck!” 

You looked up just in time to see Jimin throw your bedroom door open a pizza box in his hand, eyes wide. It was as if time stilled for a moment, both of you just staring at each other in shock, the only sound in the room that of the slapping bodies in the porn you were watching. Jimin opened and closed his mouth like a fish and you barely had time to let out a high pitched scream beforea grin broke out on his face. 

“Yah! Yah! Yah! Stop! Ow! Ow!” Jimin cried through his laughter as you continued to assault him with a pillow. He lay on your floor, literally in tears from laughing so hard, his arms clutched around his mid section as if the situation was so hilarious it actually hurt. 

“Stop laughing!” You shouted kicking him for good measure. “Don’t you know how to knock?” 

“Me?!” He sputtered, “You may not have heard, but made this ingenious invention called a fucking lock you moron!” 

“Who just barges into someone else’s apartment unnanounced?” You cried, continuing to kick the idiotic lying on your floor, laughing at your expense. 

“Unnanounced? We were together not even thirty minutes ago you little brat! Don’t take it on me just because I caught you flicking the bean.” He said, making a flicking motion with his thumb and forefinger. 

“Oh my God, don’t call it that!” You groaned, face buried in your hands. “Can we just pretend this never happened and… and… Jimin?” 

You peeked an eye open curiously as it was suddenly silent in your living room, only to find that you were by yourself, the door to your bedroom cracked open. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM YOU FUCKING BRAT!” 

“Oh my GOD!” Jimin gasped. You skidded to a stop when you caught bent over the box, a neon pink dildo in his hands that he was waving back at forth you like a sword, “What did you buy stock in a fucking sex shop while I was away?” 

“Give that back!” You reached for the dildo only to have him pull it away from your grasp and hold it over his head. He leaned down curiously and picked something up, “What the hell do you need this for?” 

You groaned as you looked up to see Jimin pointing a rubber dildo in your face, one of those lights you see miners use on television strapped to his forehead, “That was a gag gift! Now will you please leave so I can die of humiliation in peace you fucking twat rocket?”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Masturbating is something everyone does. It’s natural.” You felt Jimin slide an arm around your shoulder and sit down next to you on your bed, except now he had managed to slide the dildo under one straps of the head light and it was now potruding from his forehead like a horn. He gave you an ugly smile before asking, “Do I look like a unicorn?” 

“YAH! Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out!” You squealed trying not to laugh but unable to get a grip on the situation. Jimin fell back beside you on your bed in a laughing fit, it was a while before the two of you had gotten your laughter under control and were laying there panting. 

“Y/N…” You turned your head to look at Jimin who had now flipped to his side was laying just a hairsbreadth away from you. You were suddenly hyper aware of your thighs which were now touching, how close his lips were to your own, if you just leaned forward a little more your lips would be touching. And God how you wanted that. “Let me finger fuck you.” 

“What?” You asked, shooting up so suddenly, your and Jimin’s heads knocked together. You fell back down with a groan, a hand rubbing your aching forehead, wishing there was a way to also soothe your aching pride. God, why couldn’t you stop embarrassing yourself. 

“That’s not exactly what I was anticipating,” he murmured lowly and when you opened your eyes again Jimin was suddenly over you, painfully close to your face. “I want to make you feel good Y/N. I’ve been.. curious and I.. I know I was teasing you but I want to hear you moan like that again.” 

You were suddenly mute, feeling his hand trail it’s way down your body, rubbing soothing circles at the apex between your thighs. His hand slid lower until it was pushing your t shirt up your body, eyes never leaving yours. He pressed his lips to your ear hotly, “Is this okay?” 

You gulped and remained silent, nodding mutely against him and then his hands were slipping down between your thighs, helping you out of your panties. You felt his body shuffle against yours and then he was leaning up on his elbows, grinning down at you, lacy panties in hand, “Can I keep these?” 

“Really?” You grumbled and he nodded at you, his expression suddenly serious. You cracked a smile, feeling the tension leave your body at how intent he was on taking your panties as a souvenier. You nodded and he went back to grinning, reaching to shove the black lace thong in his jean pockets. His fingers slid back up your shirt, or his shirt rather and found their way to your breast, he paused again making you groan. You felt Jimin press his face into the valley of your chest, murmuring quietly, “I’ve missed you. Ever since winter came I haven’t seen you much, have I?” 

“Are you talking to my breasts? Are you serious?” You asked, dumbfounded. Jimin lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at you menacingly. 

“Yah,” he said quietly,  his expression somber, “Don’t interrupt me.” 

You rolled your eyes before his eyes dropped back to your chest, a loving expression making it’s appearance on his face. His grumbled words against your chest sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core, making you squirm. “Ah, appa missed you so much. I promise I won’t let this mean lady keep us apart anymore-” 

“Yah!” You yelled finally, tugging him up by his hair, “I’m sorry to break up this loving reunion your having with my tits but you have a problem you need to fix, now.” 

Jimin’s gaze followed where you were pointing down to your pussy, your juices dripping down so they were now dripping on your thighs. He gave you a devilish smirk, “Ah that’s right you didn’t get to finish did you?” 

“No,” you said through clenched teeth, “I was sort of interrupted.” 

“Jiminnie will take care of you.” was all he said before he dipped down beneath the comforters, leaving a wet trail down your body as he went. He placed open mouthed kisses against your thigh, nipping teasingly on the flesh there until you were squirming and achy all over. You tugged the blankets down so you could tell him to stop teasing and were just in time to catch him staring up at you from under his lashes, his mouth about to press a wet kiss to your lower lips. He stared at you the entire time, filling his mouth with your pussy and earning a low moan as he finally sucked on your clit. 

“That’s what I want hear Y/N-ah… louder,” he sent vibrations against your clit as he muffled his words against your pussy, bringing you closer to the brink when he shoved a finger in your core, “Say my name.” 

“Jimin,” you moaned, tangling your hands in his hair, unable to keep your heavy lidded eyes open any longer. 

“Louder.” He grumbled again, making you gasp as you felt your teeter on the edge of your orgasm. 

“Jimin fuck, baby, Jimin!” You weren’t able to hold your screams back any longer when you felt his hands slide up to tweak your nipples lovingly, “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Cum in my mouth,” He said, “I want to know what you taste like.” 

That was it, his dirty words were pushed you over the edge, you clung to Jimin, tightening your legs around his head as you came, rocking against his mouth the entire time. The orgasm was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, starting from your toes and going all the way up to leave a tingling sensation against your scalp. So good your legs were shaking from the aftermath of it. 

God what was that a full body orgasm?  you thought. 

You looked down when your release finally subsided and watched as Jimin climbed his way up the bed, your juices glistening on his chin. He bit his lip before pressing his lips against yours, your tongues tangling so you could taste yourself on him. 

“That was hot,” he whispered against your neck, “We should do that again sometime.” 

You, for what felt like the millionth time tonight were left speechless by Park Jimin, only able to nod mutely at him as he grinned his eye smile at you. 


Oh no, he’s coming over here. You thought, panic making you go cold. You watched, helpless, as the handsome soldier made his way over to you. He gave you a charming smile, one that always put a gleam in his eye. And that smile took your breath away every time. 

“Hey Y/N!” He greeted happily.

But as he neared, you remembered why you were panicking. As handsome and perfect Bucky seemed to be to you, you always became horribly shy in his presence. Barely talking, almost no eye contact, and leaving the room as soon as possible.

You looked up at him, almost meeting his gaze, before giving him the tiniest nod in greeting. “Um, uh, I actually have to go…do something I’ve been putting off. S-sorry Bucky.” You stuttered before walking out of the room, head down and hands wringing.

Bucky watched you as you left, disappointment laying heavy in his chest. Why did he even try to talk to you? He was so crazy about you, talked about you endlessly to Steve, but you never gave him the time of day. His head slightly hanging, he assumed what he went in the room to do, thinking about other ways to get your attention.