#he knows they share a birthday and that the look alike. he knows the game places care in his family despite himself not being there

[fiendishartist2]

*thinks about paul and care a bit too hard* i think im gonna be sick

#GUYS #HEY #do you ever think. do yuo ever think about how paul knows everyone in the game except care #belle is gamily. jill had the game and discovery pages. he knew rainer as a kid. he visited the family even tho he wasnt seeing them much #but he doesnt remember this girl at all. he doesnt even remember anyone going missing. he wasn't visiting the family much at the time #do you think he remembers marvin? do you tuink he knows he did anything wrong? do you think he lies awake at night trying to fit- #-his life and the game together #what do you think he was thinking during the counselor's section? i wonder if he remembered that. i wonder how far back he can- #-even remember. or maybe its selective like anything related to care is just gone #he knows they share a birthday and that the look alike. he knows the game places care in his family despite himself not being there #the game looks at him and asks him to retrace care's steps. rainer performs a spell to change his past. but can a game do that? #you are carrie mark. you are carrie mark you are carrie mark you are carrie mark you are carrie mark #do you think he knows after that. i wonder if looks in the mirror and recognises those eyes. that nose. if he avoids it entirely #doors are always open for him. the floor will continue under his feet and when he reaches for a door it will be open #it was closed for care but always open for paul #care is dizzy and uncoordinated and blind. paul cant tell his lefts from his rights #.............. #petscop #paul leskowitz #carrie mark

[blushweddinggowns]

Contrary to popular belief Eddie was no blushing virgin. Sure, the whole metal head mixed with nerd thing wasn't a cheerleader's cup of tea, but there was a certain type of Hawkins girl who dug the whole bad boy aesthetic, and even a few boys. He'd managed to get into the pants of more than one closeted jock over the years to know his way around the block, for men and women alike. 

So no, Eddie was no stranger to relationships, he had his fair share of partners over the years, and had even managed to be an alright boyfriend to a few of them. But even with all that, he had still been woefully unprepared for dating Steve Harrington. 

Maybe it was because he got to bear witness to him being a sexy badass who bit the head off of demons, or maybe it was because Steve turned out to be the sweetest guy on the face of the earth and saved him from literal hell, or maybe Eddie had just never expected to even get this far, but whatever the reason Eddie was obsessed with the guy, in a way he just wasn’t used to. He had been since Steve kissed him for the first time, or if he was being honest with himself, since he had that bottle to his throat. 

Besides the shallow fact that Eddie had never been this attracted to another person before, Steve was just so...fun. And he made such an effort to get to know all of Eddie’s nerd shit. Even if he was a snarky bitch more than half the time in their DnD sessions, Eddie didn’t miss how much he was paying attention to the plot, even if it was just to make fun of the kids' bad party decisions from the sidelines. And that wasn’t even mentioning how much he tolerated his music. Despite the fact that Eddie had fallen in love with a pop princess, Steve still let him blare his metal tapes in his car, and when he got Eddie Metillica tickets for his birthday, Eddie had nearly passed out. Steve just made him feel so…free. Free to be himself, in any way he wanted, with no worries that he would ever be too much for him. 

He liked to think that Steve felt the same way around him. The guy had Eddie doing shit he never would have even considered before he met. If Steve wanted to go on a hike, then Eddie was more than willing to risk experiencing the horrible, great outdoors, especially since Steve always gave him a piggyback ride at the last leg of the journey. If Steve wanted to be at one of Lucas’ games, then suddenly postponing Hellfire was no longer a big issue. If Steve was having the kind of bad day that only corny ABBA songs could fix, then Eddie would happily blare Dancing Queen in the van, his image be damned. 

It’s not like he had had low expectations in terms of dating Steve, he just…hadn’t expected to be so whipped so soon. He had known he was Steve's first boyfriend (and planned on being the last, if he had anything to say about it) so he kinda figured he would have had the edge here. But no, of course, Steve had him wrapped around his finger by the end of the first week and there was really nowhere else Eddie would rather be. 

But as wonderful as all of that was, loving Steve so fully led to some unexpected consequences. Like the fact that Eddie had become a possessive freak overnight. He was jealous, plain and simple, and it was constant.  He was jealous of every girl that made star eyes at his Steve at the checkout counter of Family Video, he was jealous of the way every Hawkins housewife shamelessly flirted with him at any of the kid's events, christ, he was even jealous of how easy Robin had it when it came to being affectionate with him in public. 

Kissing his cheek, holding his hand, their weird platonic soulmate relationship didn’t bother him, but he wanted to be able to do all of that too. If he could just start making out with Steve everytime someone even looked at him the wrong way, he wouldn’t have a problem, but their options were so limited in shitty Hawkins. Everything had to wait until they were alone and behind closed doors and Eddie hated it. He was lucky when they managed to even link pinkies in public, when in reality all he wanted to do was stamp a giant Property of Eddie Munson across Steve’s forehead. 

He was lucky that Steve hadn’t caught on yet, just how much Eddie wanted him all to himself. And Eddie wanted to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to think he didn’t trust him, not with how hard the guy worked to be sure Eddie was fully aware he was loved.

It wasn’t an issue of What if Steve finds someone better than me and leaves? But more of, If that bitch doesn’t stop touching my future husband I’m going to flip a table. But Eddie wasn’t going to risk even the chance of hurting Steve’s feelings over something so dumb.

Somehow Eddie Munson, the exonerated, drug dealer who lived in a trailer park, managed to bag the best man in the state of Indiana, and he was not going to ruin that over some stupid jealousy. Even if all he wanted to do right now was beat the shit out of the jackass who wouldnt stop trying to dance with his boyfriend.

They were on an overnight trip to Indianapolis for Robin’s birthday, which of course meant they had to go to a gay bar at her insistenace, “This could be my only chance to kiss a girl before college, we have to do it!”

And from the looks of Robin making out with random girl #2 at a booth, at least they accomplished that mission, but that didn’t stop the fact that Eddie was about five seconds away from being a wanted killer all over again. Steve, his perfect, lovely Steve was too captivating for his own good because no one would stop hitting on him in this place. They saw one look at his pastel sweater and soft hair and swarmed and Eddie felt like he’d been beating them away with a stick ever since. 

Though Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of chasing them away, because at least here, he could be all over his boyfriend, in anyway he wanted. And he didn’t hesitate to use it. Someone tries to chat Steve up at the bar? Eddie’s there with a hand around his waist and his lips on his temple. Someone tries to slip him their number at their booth? Eddie's in his lap and tosses it away. Someone's asking Steve dance? Eddie will pull him onto the floor before the words are even out of their mouth. And sure, maybe he’s going a little overboard, but Steve was tipsy enough to let it all slide, or if anything encourage it. 

It worked well enough to keep them all away, all but one. Eddie wasn’t sure what the dude’s problem was, but he had had his eyes on Steve the second they walked in the place. Very fratboy-esque, and not the type Eddie expected to see here, more like someone he’d expect to see on the cover of Erica’s teen magazines. 

The type that obviously wasn’t used to the word no. 

Eddie had been in the bathroom for less than five minutes, but that had been plenty enough time for that asshole to crowd Steve on the dancefloor. He watched as Steve pushed him away again. Robin was with him now at least, drunk and pissy enough to stick her tongue out at the guy as she draped herself over Steve’s shoulders. 

It was enough to make him retreat back to the bar, alone. Eddie followed, taking a seat next to him at the counter. The guy barely glanced at him, eyes still fixed on Steve.

“Got your eye on someone?” Eddie asked, casual as he ordered a beer. He reconginzed the song playing, and knew that the crescendo was deafening enough to be of use. 

He nodded in Steve’s direction, “You could say that.”

He wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie, not even as he snaked his hand closer to his, already getting the perfect angle, “Pretty sure that one’s taken.”

The guy scoffed, “A few more drinks in him and he won’t be able to tell the difference. That’s all I need.” 

Eddie’s eye twitched, all of his rationality flying out the window. The music was finally swelling, perfect timing for Eddie to do what he came for. He jerked the guy’s little finger back, the loud snap and surprised cry completely covered by the music. 

Eddie leaned in, hissing in his ear, “Y’know, you should really learn to watch your mouth in front of strangers.” 

He let his finger go, taking a sip of his beer as the guy sputtered at him, “Are you crazy?!”

“Yep,” Eddie shrugged, “And if you touch him again and I’ll break your fucking hand.” Honestly, if he so much as looked at Steve again he was going to smash his teeth in, the fucking creep. Eddie wasn’t sure what his face looked like with when he let that threat out, but it was enough to make the guy turn tale, speed-walking for the front door.

Eddie turned around, fully intent on joining Steve back on the dancefloor, when he was met face to face with the man himself. Steve stared at him mouth slack, probably because Eddie just went full psycho on a stranger. 

Eddie froze, mind racing as he tried to think of what to say here, but Steve was already grabbing his hand and dragging Eddie out through the back door. He stopped when they were outside, crowding Eddie against the wall.

Eddie swallowed, trying to say something, “Stevie-” 

Eddie barely got a word out before Steve was kissing him, pressing him against the wall with a moan. Eddie’s brain short-circuited for half a second before he was pulling Steve closer. So not mad then. 

“God, that was hot,” Steve panted against his lips, “Love it when you get all jealous.”

Eddie pulled away to blink at him, not quite sure if he heard that right, “You do?”

Steve nodded, moving to start kissing at Eddie’s neck, “Mmhm, even at home, when you get all touchy and pissy over girls. You’re too fucking cute man, it kills me.”

Eddie grinned, heart full as Steve attacked his neck. All that worrying, for absolutely nothing. Because of course Steve just got it, “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine baby.”

Steve giggled against his throat,“Good, because there’s nothing I love more than being yours.”

Eddie groaned, chasing back after Steve’s mouth. 

Maybe jealousy wasn’t such a bad thing afterall. 

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #I know jealous beating people up aint it but this aint reality so we good #I've tried to post this twice before and it broke the whole ass app for me idk how technology works #last time I'm trying! #the chad eddie being destoryed by boy virgin steve #that sounded funnier in my head #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands

[crackedpumpkin]

Hmmm, any chance for a Jay x reader Drabble? Just of pure fluff!! Also remember to eat and drink!! I hope your day/night is going well!

Hello hello! I hope you enjoy this one, the idea smacked me in the face faster than you can say Kachow :)

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[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“Move, you absolute savage.” You nudge your boyfriend’s side, trying to surpass him in Mario Kart.

“Nuh-uh, cheater,” Jay mocks you, refusing to let you pass even a single inch. You’re both furiously smashing buttons on the couch, with empty packets of potato chips surrounding you both.

“Remember to clean up!” Kai reminds as he walks behind you both to his room.

“Uh-huh,” You and Jay say absentmindedly, continuing to bicker after. Kai shakes his head, leaving the both of you alone.

You end up losing and groan in defeat, slumping on the couch. Jay chuckles, leaning over and brushing his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. You smile into it, eyes fluttering open when he leans back.

You sit in silence for a moment as he starts another game, musing over your thoughts before the realization hits. You sit up straight with wide eyes. “Babe,” You call out.

“Yeah?” Jay’s still setting up the game, eyes trained on the bright screen.

“You know who you remind me of?”

“What?”

You hide a smile, trying to appear as calm as possible. “Lightning McQueen.”

He pauses.

“What?” He turns to you, the picture of astonishment and bafflement mixed into one.

“Yeah, think about it! You’re the Master of Lighting, and he’s called Lightning McQueen. You like cars, and he’s a car!” You point out, his raised brows going higher and higher with each word until he holds his hand against your forehead.

“Are you sick? Maybe we should get you to a hospital or get Zane to take a look.”

You finally break, dissolving into giggles as a reluctant smile tugs your boyfriend’s lips upwards once he realizes you’re just joking.

“Why you-!” Jay tackles you down, tickling your sides as your laughs spill past your lips. Your sides begin to ache, and you beg for him to stop. He pulls away, helping you sit up and wiping away tears of laughter from your eyes.

Your giggles die down, though your cheeks are red and aching from the bright smile on your face. You lean against him, and he scoffs playfully before slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“I guess Lightning McQueen and I are more alike than I thought.” He muses.

This makes you nod, already trying to suppress the giggles that threaten to emerge again.

At least now you know what to get him for his birthday.

— — — — — — — — —

“You can’t be serious.”

Jay looks down at the box and back up at you while you struggle to contain the goofy smile that stretches your lips. You nod once, and it’s all it takes for him to mirror your exact smile.

He holds a warm, fuzzy blanket in his hands, with the very picture of Lightning McQueen embroidered on one side. He giggles delightedly, scooping you into a huge hug and kissing your cheek.

You spot Kai and the others shifting uncomfortably in their seats, sharing weirded-out looks with each other as they watch the both of you. “Okay, I’m not the only one seeing this, right?” Cole speaks up, Kai and Zane both nodding in agreement.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Pixel says, glancing around in visible confusion.

“It’s just weird!” Kai agrees with Cole, eyes trained on the blanket in Jay’s hands.

“I agree. I do not see any connection between Jay and Lightning McQueen.” Zane nods.

You and Jay exchange an amused smile, silently agreeing on your next move. You both lift your hands and point finger guns at them, saying in unison.

“Kachow.”

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #ninjago jay x reader #x reader #jay walker x reader #ninjago jay walker x reader #ninjago asks #ninjago x reader asks #jay x reader #jay x you #jay x y/n #ninjago x you #ninjago x y/n

[aclowntiny]

Foolproof- Seungkwan x Female!Best Friend!Reader

Shoutout to my irl first love for inspiring this…except for any getting together parts 🥲

Word Count: 3738 | Best Friends to Lovers, College AU, some Angst | Warnings: some language, my painfully obvious love for Boo Seungkwan I mean look at him he’s so cute PLEEEAAAASSSSSEEEE

It had been four years. Some would assume there was an anniversary of sorts, but if you were being honest, you didn’t even know what day it was. It didn’t really matter, just that it was early in the year four years ago that you officially met Boo Seungkwan.

You two had become fast friends, the young man introducing himself with great ease and charm, inspiring you to follow suit, and from there it took off- finding common ground was easy for you both. Seungkwan was impossible to dislike, a great singer with lots of music recommendations, the kpop ones being your favorites. He got you into more girl groups than you could count, but you started trying to infect him with your music taste, too.

There was a small student party, just an opening of a new building on campus, and you both went. That night ended up creating one of your favorite memories, the one where Seungkwan taught you how to correctly do the macarena, which you always messed up on, and it looked so funny you couldn’t help laughing as you joined him.

You started to find yourself actually feeling excited to go to class just at the mere prospect of him being there. In that section alone you would always have someone to talk to and share exasperated looks about the professor with. In a rare move, you initiated a study get-together just to get closer to him, and somehow it actually worked. The two of you were the longest ones to stay, and you ended up talking about books and movies and majors and slipping on banana peels far longer than you pored over your drafts.

You went to his performance in the music building, clapping and congratulating how amazing he did. He wasn’t expecting you to bring him a small bundle of flowers, but the way he lit up when you gave it to him was worth it.

Getting him hooked on your favorite game store was his roommates' bane, but your joy, the two of you picking out cute card games and ridiculous board games alike. It sold collectibles from your favorite franchise, which Seungkwan always threw into every birthday and Christmas gift...except for the one that referenced a comedy song you'd shown him, which you two now collectively referred to as your theme song.

Every trip you planned, despite going on very few, included each other. You guys were going to go to an amusement park, to Japan, to the beach, New York, his hometown on a Jeju trip, you name it. You and Seungkwan hadn’t gone on a one-on-one trip yet in four years, which might have been good for your heart in some ways, honestly.

Since Seungkwan lived on campus, you brought your laptop to the dorms and sat together in one of the common rooms so you could show him one of your favorite movies. You met his roommate, Jeonghan, and plenty of others. The three of you recruited Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Hansol, some classmates of theirs, for a dorm game night that became a weekly meeting. On the biggest nights there were fourteen of you there in that room, some fellow dorm-dwellers just wandering into the group, but Seungkwan stuck by you every time until the nerves of bring surrounded by strangers and established friends faded, your chest loosening up again along with your behavior. Soon, you had a large, eclectic, tight-knit group ranging from a handful of music and dance majors that already had at least perfunctory knowledge of each other to Seungkwan's advertising major roommate, a guy studying journalism, a quiet game design major, a fine arts student, and two business majors. One guy would be finishing up a painting for midterms while another had to calculate his fictional project’s cost risks, but you were all the same when Jeonghan cheated, one voice amidst a chorus of mirthful protests.

You got close to the other guys, but not like you were to Seungkwan. Both of you knew each other’s deepest secrets, all your struggles, and you even admitted you thought one of the guys in your group was cute before you realized your personalities didn’t match up like that.

Heck, Seungkwan had seen you literally at your worst, laying eyes on you in your crustiest state when he brought you ice cream after your wisdom teeth extraction. Tired, on meds, no nice clothes or makeup, probably still swollen, but for once you didn’t care. You were confident he’d see you the same no matter what. He was one of your best friends, after all. You didn't have to be fake. You felt the most yourself with him.

Not a phrase you'd have ever expected to use, but Seungkwan became your tangerine dealer. Every two weeks he'd pay a visit to home and come back with a huge box of them just for you. It got to the point where you paid him to bring some back for your family, too, your parents practically begging you to make sure you secured the citrus.

So many days that you strolled down campus lanes you longed to just reach over and take his hand in yours, having some movie moment beneath blowing autumn leaves where it just magically came together and boom, instant mutual love. But you knew firsthand life wasn’t like the movies. Heck, knowing how affectionate Seungkwan could be, he’d probably think you were just doing goofy buddy-buddy hand holding, not hey, you’re the cutest and funniest and most trustworthy person I know, please date me hand holding.

You’d gotten too many mixed signs to ensure a move like that would be foolproof.

Seungkwan asked you to dance at every event you went to that offered it. He also talked about asking a girl again that had requested him, leaving you shaken for the entire remainder of the 'college prom' despite the fact that she left before he could. You faked a smile when Seokmin invited you to dance, but it never came back the same until you and Seungkwan were in his car driving to the convenience store and chatting about your latest projects, no mention of the girl in the envy green dress.

You told him you'd never worn a suit jacket like his one night and he immediately stripped it off, handing it off to you to try.

He described his type once, saying this or that look on a girl was totally his style, and let's just say it was quite far from yours. It was almost laughable if it hadn't made you want to cry. That conversation was part of why you went through such a giving-up phase, trying to get the attention of one of the twelve other guys you hung out with to, somewhat depressingly, no avail.

But then another time he mentioned an old crush from high school, a girl you happened to have class with, and she basically had your style dialed up a notch.

You did try dating once, determined to get over Seungkwan once and for all, but when you showed up to a formal event maximally gussied and Seungkwan was the one who told you you looked nice, not your boyfriend who barely said hi to you, something in your chest just snapped. The other guy wasn't a great fit, either, and you ended up breaking it off when he picked one too many fights over your damn personality of all things. He told you to get serious once and that was the last straw because he'd had months to see your humor.

The next time your ex passed you by, shooting you two a glance across the crowded resident dining hall, Seungkwan pulled the same gag he'd hated just to show him.

One of the guys, Seungcheol, once asked about the two of you and you freaked out, denying anything and saying you guys were super duper close Just Best Friends. Later, you wondered if Seungcheol reported that to Seungkwan. But if he did, then why? How would that come up?

Why did Seungkwan seek you out for trips and hangouts and calls like that? Why were you so much less on edge with each other than you were in the one relationship each you guys tried? Why did he never do a single thing to pursue more in four freaking years? Then again, you did tell him you thought Chan was cute before you realized you couldn't keep up with his lifestyle. Too 'work hard, play hard'. You were used to someone who just wanted attention, something you were happy to give when they were as dynamic, hilarious, and deep down so caring as Seungkwan. But that was beside the point.

God, you wish you hadn't hammered in the point of your friendship so hard with Seungcheol. Had that been the moment that ruined everything? Had not confessing on that one phone call where Seungkwan went off track talking about his upcoming Lotte World trip before you could get around to it been the moment that ruined everything? Had feeling so comfortable, showing even the very inner, more damaged layers of your shell been what ruined it all? Or had there simply been nothing to ruin?

Every time you thought you were done, whether you thought you could be happy with someone or he could and that meant case closed or even that you could put everything you felt in a box and take his smile just as a testament to your friendship, something would happen to make you question what was really going on inside his head or make your heart beat a mile a minute. Even something as simple as going on a thirty-minute drive, eyes scanning Seungkwan's side profile as he talked, feeling a great urge to just kiss him right then and there.

Moving on would get harder, you assumed, when others started to learn. It hadn't exactly been intentional, at least not on your part, but one day you had met Minghao, the arts major from your chaotic game group, for lunch and he'd brought up Seungkwan, one of the biggest connections you two had. Ok, that was fine, just a normal conversation, until that is he dropped a bomb in the form of a very choice phrase.

"If you did that, he would be so happy he'd kiss you," Minghao had joked, eyes rolling a bit as his naturally infectious smile widened.

Your very natural, instinctual, practically biological at this point, reaction to any jokes about you and Seungkwan that anyone made was a deeply transparent glare your eyes melted into before your brain even computed it. Indeed, you felt it before you considered it, but by the time you willed your face to return to normal Minghao was staring at you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh."

"What?"

"You, uh, have feelings for him, don't you?"

"Maybe I was grossed out by your joke," you feigned, pointing accusingly at Minghao with your chopsticks.

Those darn eyes of him were like swords stabbing straight into your soul. "Were you?"

"No," you broke down, melting into a stream of sweet, sad, funny, and everything in between words of your messy failed love and how bad you wanted closure, but not if it came at the cost of losing or disconcerting one of the closest people in your life.

Soon you were sobbing, Minghao sliding out of his bench seat and into a spot at your side, where he pulled you close. You felt tears soak into the chilled fabric of his scarf, but he didn't seem to mind, silently rubbing circles into your back for a few moments before he gently spoke.

"Seungkwan talks about you all the time, you know. I think even if he couldn't return those feelings, it would take a lot worse for him to stop being your friend. He doesn't cut people off easily, you know that."

"I do," you agreed, "he hates it when people do that."

"Then why do you think he'd do it to you, the person he so clearly wants at everything you can be?"

"I-" You inhaled shakily. "I don't know. I've been rejected a lot. I even asked one of the guys out and he turned it into a group hangout."

"Is that why we went bowling instead of-"

"Yes," you muttered into his scarf.

"I really think you need to talk to Seungkwan."

"About everything?" Peeling your face back out of the scarf, you felt a chill breeze lap at the tears drying on your cheeks. "Why?"

"If nothing else because he's standing like twenty feet away giving me a really weird look I've only seen him give Chan, and that has only been since Bowling Night."

"Oh, God, does he think-"

"I don't know, but here," Minghao replied, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. Leave it to him to have a beautifully embroidered ruby handkerchief in his pocket instead of a pack of Kleenex crushed beneath everything else in his backpack like every other college student.

"Thanks. Wish me luck."

"I don't believe in luck."

"Gee," you drew another shaky breath, rising unsteadily to your feet, "thanks."

"I believe in fate," Minghao smiled.

Art majors. You felt your eyes squinting in a half-glare before willing your defensive brain to be kind. Dabbing at your eyes, you attempted a wobbly smile, nodding and giving him one last thanks before wandering miserably over to Seungkwan. You couldn't help but crack a smile and chuckle at the way he cocked his head on you, the sound of mirth cracking into a sob because you hadn't fully exited cry-mode.

"Whoa, what's wrong? Or was that good crying? Did Minghao just confess? I gotta say, you and Minghao. Quite the surprise, I kind of would have seen you going for Seokmin or Soonyoung since they're funny and go better with-"

At all that, the floodgates opened again and you just strode off, sobbing. He was practically throwing you at all the other guys. You got it. Maybe that was the closure you needed, though if it was, why did it have to sting like ice piercing your lungs?

You always knew it would, though, if it came to it.

"(y/n), wait! Whoa!" Jogging to catch up with you, Seungkwan physically stopped you from walking, grabbing you by the shoulders and making you face him before he pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. What did Minghao say to you?"

"Nothing."

Seungkwan's face hardened in a way you'd never seen before, not even when the guys teased him in the ways he hated the most. "Did he hurt you? I love Minghao, but I swear if he said anything that ruined your day I'll punch his lights out."

"No," you shook your head, "no, please. We were just talking about something he thought I should do is all."

"Ok, so he didn't reject you and you're not dating? Good. Great first step."

Shoving the arts student in question's handkerchief back in your pocket, you raised an eyebrow. "Good?"

"Well, er, I mean, that is... you... you can date Minghao. Like, if you want to. I was surprised, but it's not a bad thing, like he's a good guy and all, just really quiet for someone who screams her head off during improv games and takes approximately point five seconds to initiate whipped cream fights."

Another shaky laugh, this time not quite fading into sobs. "Yeah, no. I don't want to date Minghao."

"Good. Great."

There they were again, those little things that got your hopes up. How well Seungkwan knew you, how deeply he was aware on whatever level that you two went together like peanut butter and jelly, how he could always make you laugh, how he seemed freaking glad you weren't getting yourself into a relationship. But if he wanted one, why didn't he say anything?

"Why do you keep saying that?" You burst out.

"What?"

"Good, great, all that," you turn slightly away from him.

He reaches over and straightens the collar of your jacket, yet another of the little caring motions you'd fallen in love with. A small way he touched you when he didn't have to. When his hands fell away, though, his jaw set, eyes fluttering closed as if in pain, like your words were a slap.

"I- I'm sorry, (y/n)."

"You don't have to be sorry," you sigh, "I just...wanted to know what that meant, I guess."

He blinked. "I know I'm one of your best friends and that's all you see me as- heck, I'm probably like a brother to you- but I admit I have a hard time with the idea of you going out with someone who isn't me. My mom told me I needed to realize I was in love with you when I apparently 'constantly talked about only you forever'," he began, making air quotes as he imitated Mrs. Boo, "but ever since I did I can't help but see the guys as threats. Especially Chan, because, well you know. I know what they say, though: you have to let them go. So whoever it is, as long as they're good, I just want to see you smile forever. Even if that's not Minghao or any of the guys. I care about you so much, (y/n), and when you said you wanted to be friends forever it touched my heart because I want the same. I really, really do. Maybe I didn't want to say that all for so long because it would have made it real, you know?" He asked with an awkward chuckle.

Holy shit. This time, your brain overrode your face, preventing a smile in favor of a shout. "I KNEW IT!" You exclaimed. "I knew saying that to Seungcheol was a bad idea! I didn't trust him with my feelings for you because he'd spill, but then why would my dumb ass trust him with a lie? Oh my God, I'm going to kill him. I thought I wasn't your type, so I just... it just seemed easier to hide them. Oh, my God!"

Seungcheol was a scapegoat for all the nights you'd spent cursing yourself, calling yourself stupid for not moving on when you'd gotten this or that sign, for believing this or that sign to the contrary, for hanging onto every last shred of hope that that extra-long hug might have meant something.

"Your feelings?" Seungkwan questioned, hands still on your shoulders as his head returned to its studying tilt. "I thought we were doing mine."

It sounded like a cry for attention, but you knew Seungkwan too well for that. Your face fell, and panicking he cupped your chin and pulled you up, only to see you shaking your head and half-sardonically, half-deliriously, laughing. What the heck were you guys doing? None of this felt real. He'd only processed one thing, and that was getting his confession out there. "I think our feelings might be the same," you reiterated.

"What do you..." Head un-tilted. Eyes wide. Grin increasing. "You were lying?"

"That's the first time I've seen you so happy about filthy deceit before."

"Hey, you told me you weren't going to use that phrase anymore," he pouted. Yep, even in the middle of all that, he was sensitive to the memes he'd made in the group. That was Boo Seungkwan for you, presentations class ace and funniest non-comedian you'd ever met.

"Sorry, it was too funny, Jeonghan loved when you said it then and he still does. Just like me to you," you added, trying to get him back on topic. You were not about to have another Lotte World Phone Call Debacle.

"You love me?" The hand that was under your chin slid to your cheek.

You nodded. "I can't believe it wasn't obvious by, well, everything. When I look at you I can feel the change in my eyes. They have to look different when they fall on yours versus anyone else. They feel twice their size and like they must have that anime shine in them."

"That's...one of the sweetest things I've ever heard."

"Well," you give your first full, genuine smile since bursting into tears on Minghao, "it's true. You make me feel like my fullest self. That's why I always seek you out. I'm scared to sing in front of people, but with you I'll belt out whatever we play. You know things about me my own parents don't even know, and that's because you've given me nothing but reason to trust and value you like you have me."

"Wow," Seungkwan sighed, sniffing, "I...I can't believe I got so lucky, I just..."

The moment he trailed off, you took a hold of his cheek, too. "Hey, whoa now, don't you start crying too, I'll do it again."

"And we don't want that."

You'd cried countless times over your feelings toward Seungkwan for almost exactly four years, though there was no anniversary. You hadn't known how important that day in class would become to you, despite how many times you'd thanked it now. Typed out paragraph upon paragraph about how no one else makes you feel quite as yourself, quite as at home, as the man from Jeju who loved hosting game nights at every opportunity. The man who would never look at a girl like you. You'd tearfully imagined how he'd reject you, how he'd accept you, if your confession would burst out during your first fight like in a movie, if you could ever have that moment in the autumn light you'd always imagined.

Well, it wasn't autumn, in fact it was a cold January day you'd more than shivered through on the lanes between each building, those falling leaves long died away and crumbled into the dirt. The trees looked like sticks, your cute outfits hid under your coats, and sometimes your nose ran. Surely it was right now after all your eyes had done. But somehow, as you looked at Seungkwan, all of that was more beautiful than every red and gold that could have drifted on the wind.

"No, we don't, do we?"

Seungkwan leaned a little bit closer. "I know we're both, like, totally crying, but I think it's safe to say we both know what we do want?"

Tears on tears cancelled out. Mingled, even, like debts paid.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x female reader #female reader #best friends to lovers #college au #angst

[sliebman10]

Find the word...Love Edition

Thanks for the tag, @axolotlsupremacyowo Now we're back with find the word...except, this time, it has a theme! And the theme is, love! All kinds of love! Familial, romantic, platonic, you name it! It's all about love, baby!

Tags: hmm, ok well let me hit back @axolotlsupremacyowo, @oceangirl24, @tsunderesalty, @amberlide, @acanadianmuggle, @flagsfiend

Words for me to find:

Darling, Friendship, Fond, Tender, Relationship

Words for YOU to find:

lovely, sweetheart, warm, commitment, care

Darling:

From The Perfect Gift - Sirius's eyes grew rounder and rounder as he took in the carefully embroidered details. "Remus…" he said, his voice choked. 

Remus squeezed his hand. "Happy birthday, darling." 

"I can't believe you did this." Sirius said in a low voice. 

Remus pulled him close, whispering, "Your name will always be on it." Sirius buried his face in Remus's shoulder, overcome with emotion.

Friendship: (I seem to use 'friend' quite a lot, but friendship, not as much)

From Both Alike in Dignity - “That’s ok,” Alphard said, mildly. He knew if he shared his opinion about James, Remus and the play, it might alienate Sirius in some way and he didn’t want to do that. “It doesn’t mean James isn’t your best friend if you have different interests.”

“I know that,” Sirius said, sitting down in his seat. Florean, who’d been quiet during this whole exchange, held Alphard’s gaze for a moment before looking down. 

Fond: from a Wolfstar Microfic -

“Can you see it?” Remus asked, settling into Sirius’s side and looking up at the inky blue expanse above them. 

“Yup. Just there,” Sirius said, pointing and drawing the outline of Canis Major with his wand.

“This star is much brighter,” Remus said with a fond smile, poking him in the side.

Tender: I...could not find tender

Relationship: from What a Game -

Then the Sports Illustrated cover came out. Neither of them had wanted to do it, but their publicity teams talked them into it. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back in Sirius’s opinion. They’d never meant things to be anything other than fun, but with the cover, it looked more serious than their relationship was. He and Kingsley ended things before the magazine even hit the shelves, but by then, everyone just assumed they were still together. Everywhere he went, he saw “Black & Shack: Baseball’s Power Couple.” 

When Kingsley started seeing someone else, Sirius took that as his cue to leave. He was tired. Tired of the media circus. Tired of the pressure. Tired of the assumptions about his sex life that were no one else’s business. He just wanted to play baseball, the only thing that really made him happy,

#find a word game

[eustassslut]

Do you have any headcanons for the other Kid crew members? Like Haikei or Oscar? Mohawk bros

i have so many headcanons about them, i love them.

(for anyone confused: Haikei, Oscar and Noe are the fan made Kid Pirates who are based off of background and unnamed members of the crew. you can find fanart of them on these blogs: @magnuspirate @ceejindeed and @shipshinablog!)

Haikei:

Watches soap operas with Killer and cries

Will cheats at any card game you play with him

Do not play poker with him, he wins every time

Gets through about 10 jars of hair wax a month from spiking up his mohawk

Very careful with his money and very stingy with it, if someone borrows money from him there's a 20% interest tax (for you it's 10%)

No one has ever seen him without his glasses on, he sleeps with them on and will attack in his sleep if someone tries to remove them

The glasses stay on in the bedroom too, they fell on your head once

Is incredibly clingy, always wants to hug you or be touching you in some way

He probably walks a little like Doflamingo does in this clip from Marineford

Is addicted to red wine

His family back home consists of a super cool single mother and a young sister who he regularly sends money too

He also sends pictures of you back with letters about how great you are (his younger sister thinks you're super cool and has your bounty poster on her wall)

Is addicted to how your perfume/cologne smells and buys a bottle of it just so he can make his room smell like you when you're away

Loves sour sweets

The crew member who pushes the birthday person's head into their cake when they're blowing out their candles (the crew always make 2 because of him)

Knits everyone scarves

Has a bad habit of knitting whilst staring blankly at people, to the point where they have to move out of his eye sight because it's getting creepy

Can read and speak latin for some reason

He has 'matching' stick and poke tattoos with Noe and Wire that he did when they were incredibly drunk (the tattoos look nothing alike)

He has a feathered/fluffy coat collection that only you're allowed to touch

He loves when his clothes smell like you

Oscar:

Needs glasses but will never admit it

Emotional drunk

Gives the best hugs on the whole crew, everyone fights over who gets to hug him

Prioritises hugging you though

Very romantic, he knows what to get you as gifts and plans the best dates

He has a 'secret' scrapbook collection about the future he wants to have with you

Gets through far less hair gel than Haikei does

'Lazy' about 70% of the time during sex, he makes you do the work whilst he just lies there enjoying the view

He's still super good and attentive in bed though and knows exactly what to say/do

A big softie who's always looking out for the weaker members of the crew and protecting them from danger

Loves watching you get dressed in the morning and lies on the shared bed just watching in awe of how perfect you are

He also loves washing your hair

He can bake really well and is in charge of making deserts for meals

Has a small notebook full of everyone's favourite baked treats and their allergies

Always the one who breaks up fights with Killer and easily calms both sides down

Is addicted to hand holding

Number 1 hype man of the crew, he's always cheering everyone on no matter what they're doing

Has a small ginger cat called Rufus that he found abandoned on an island

Rufus has his own bed in your shared room but always ends up joining the cuddling sessions

He likes sketching and always asks you to be his muse

Likes vodka and fancy cocktails

Noe:

Can handle his alcohol better than anyone on the crew

Has a soft spot for children and small dogs

Reads romance and erotic books that he borrows from Killer

Secretly wants to recreate the scenes with you

Has a draw in his wardrobe just full of hats (there's one for every occasion)

Heat walked in on you guys once, it was traumatic for everyone involved

Aims to become the cliche of a suburban mum

Bought the whole matching shirts once but only Haikei, Emma and Noe wear them

He can decorate cakes really well

Oscar and Noe make the birthday cakes for the crew's birthdays

A massive freak in the bedroom, he almost rivals Wire for most freaky on the crew

He has a dead weed plant on his desk that he talks too

Has a calendar hidden in his hat drawer with the important dates to the crew and you circled so he can always remember what's coming up

Celebrates really random anniversaries with you, like 'Happy 2 month anniversary to us doing anal 🥰!'

Incredibly patient and supportive with anyone who's suffering from mental/physical illnesses

Can understand sign language

Writes you awful poems but honestly thinks they're amazing and will not take criticism about them

Makes Killer read his poems before he gives them to you and Killer is always appalled by what he reads

Loves spicy food

Lives to see chaos happen on the crew and will regularly annoy Kid because he finds it funny

The crew regularly questions how Noe managed to pull you and how you tolerate him

Can skateboard but he's not allowed to do it on the ship because he's fallen off the side of the Victoria Punk 6 times

#i didn't know if you meant x reader headcanons or not so i include 2 types of headcanons #i got so excited with making these though #emma op #emma #haikei #haikei op #oscar #oscar op #noe #noe op #haikei headcanons #oscar headcanons #noe headcanons #killer op #eustass kid #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #kid pirates #kid pirates headcanons #kid pirates x reader #wire headcanons #heat headcanons

[basicallyahedgehog]

You’re the Top

My dearest Pheeby Deeby @phoebe-delia I don’t even know where to start. If I write everything I want to I’ll start crying.

I can honestly say that knowing you has changed my life, and I don’t know how I would have gotten through this year without you. I am so so so grateful for you, you make my day on a daily basis.

I want to give you the world, but instead I have a WIP and a song snippet.

This snippet is from what was meant to be your birthday fic. I promise it is coming soon! But until then, here is the very beginning of an older drarry fic with 8th year party games flashbacks, inspired by “This Time” from Glee.

He walked through the corridors, fingers running along the stone walls, eyes bright and heart heavy. So much had happened here, so long ago. Everywhere he looked were ghosts of the past, laughter and screams alike echoing through the halls.

Ghosts of his past self were around every corner, young and bright-eyed, older and world-weary. Laughing with his friends, racing off on adventures, snogging in dark alcoves.

In his mind’s eye he saw the bright flash of his alcove-mate’s hair. He didn’t need a ghost to remind him of that face, those eyes, the tiny smile that hid in the corner of his smirk.

It hurt more knowing he was here, in this building, unaware that he was being thought of.

Harry shook his head and pushed through the heartache. He only had himself to blame.

The eighth year common room was loud and warm, the crackling heat of the fire a comforting addition to the noise and press of bodies against each other, vying for attention. They were all pleasantly tipsy, draped across armchairs or sprawled on the floor, watching the bottle to see where it landed.

A cheer went up when it finally landed on Harry. He had somehow avoided it all night, but his luck seemed to have run out.

“Truth,” he yelled, much to Seamus’ chagrin. They had been playing this for too long for Harry to trust his body to any of his friends’ dares.

It was Ginny who got in first, her quidditch-captain’s voice ringing out across the room. “Who is the prettiest person in the school?”

Harry smirked. “Gin, you’re my ride or die, but we all know that the prettiest person is…” He trailed off purposely, teasing his friends by keeping them in suspense. In the light of day he could barely get a word through the permanent lump in his throat. But in the dim common room, his head buzzing with cheap alcohol, he could say anything.

“Malfoy.”

Secondly, to celebrate our shared love of musical theatre, these two verses are shamelessly based on “You’re the Top” from Anything Goes.

You’re the top

You’re a meteor shower

You’re the top

From the astronomy tower

You’re the morning light

Shining on the black lake

You’re a fluffy pillow

The Whomping willow

On its lunch break

You’re the words

Of a Taylor swift song

You’re my partner in a Glee singalong

This friendship will never stop

But Pheebs if I’m the bottom you’re the top

My love, I hope you have the most wonderful day. I’m so super proud of you and I love you with my whole entire heart.

#happy birthday Pheebs #you’re the peanut butter to my jelly #the strawberries to my cream #the pansy to my Draco #you deserve the world darling

[marshmallowprotection]

I'm curious, Kait!

I read some stuff from you and saw in one of the tags that you also adore Saeran's VAE version a lot?

Have you ever explained why that is? If not, I would love to know why exactly that version.

I think I've talked about VAE Ray and VAE Suit Saeran in stories and my long-winded explanations of what happens to them after V’s Route for people plenty of times; I’ve written plenty of comfort drabbles on my blog, and then there’s that whole [VAE fic where Ray and Saeran are maids, and it’s a lot more serious than it sounds, I swear]. However, I don't think I've ever been asked to say why I love the two of them in that timeline before. 

I definitely feel a strong emotional bond to that timeline. I’ve been playing this game since 2016 and I’ve been here from the start, and I remember a time when we didn’t have Another Story. I remember being excited for it because it meant I had a chance to finally have time with Ray, but V Route came out first and there was no telling when the other route would open, if at all. Fortunately, it did, and to my joy, it was right around my 21st birthday since my fondest memory of that day is getting to play Ray’s Route during that time. But, regardless, back to what I was saying, I bonded with Ray so much in that time. 

I only did V’s Route because it was the only way to get to him, and it clicked for me. I don’t know how or why, but Ray was the one for me. I’ve always felt a very strong connection to him because we’re a lot alike, and I feel like him very often just because of the mannerisms and things we share. 

Ray in that route struck a hard nerve with me, and having to sit through that route for him was rough. He suffers a lot and he winds up being left alone and seemingly abandoned by those that he trusted, he has nothing and as we all know, for him, the only two things that have kept him going are you and a need for revenge. 

When he loses that, he has nothing. He realizes that there’s no hope for him and he gives up. He hits a very hard and depressing wall, and just like I was touched by SE Saeran’s depression and journey in the Secret Endings, this ending struck me harder with a lot of personal grief and feelings. I know what it feels like, I’ll let it stay at that. That Ray... gives up, but he doesn’t die. He keeps living despite it all. He struggles to understand why he’s alive and what’s the purpose of going to live a life after everything he’s suffered. He’s scarred, burned, and nobody in his life is ever going to look at him without seeing the grief written on his skin. 

In the same way that SE Saeran realizes that he’s going to have to keep living and he’s going to have to find a reason worth fighting every day of his life going forward. I think SE Saeran and VAE Ray have that in common. I think there’s a lot that can be said about that, and these two are a parallel of each other. 

I’ve always said that Ray and Unknown have a lot in common, and it’s no different in this situation since VAE Ray and SE Saeran are the two that remain after those things they suffered, while MC is romantically involved with someone else. Will those two ever find love again? Who’s to say. It’s not impossible, but VAE Ray has it rough. 

He’s known love and heartbreak... and moving forward with that and the weight of his trauma is his battle. It strikes a cord with me, that’s all. I value those strong feelings and experiences. Also, I just want to show VAE Ray that it’s okay to live through that pain and move on, never forgetting, but realizing that it’s okay to be able to let go and find yourself, find new experiences, and new love. In the same way that I’m learning the same thing. If anything, I’m a very strong and plain as day VAE Ray kinnie. 

But, honestly, I love all the Saeran’s and Ray’s. There’s things to love about all of them, truly... Ray and VAE Ray just wind up being the strongest for me most of the time. 

#vae ray #vae saeran #jennis one shot #ask #mod kait #mysme #mm #mysticmessenger #ray choi #choi ray #saeran choi #choi saeran

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

FNAF Theory: Crying Child Is Marionette  And They Shared A Vessel With Charlie Emily

not everyone has to agree about this theory, and we know that Marionette was said to be Henry Emily’s Daughter Charlotte “Charlie” Emily.

but what if it turns out that Marionette had two souls in it, and Crying Child/Evan was the first in it, and when two were alive they were very close and were even best friends until the accident that happen on Evan’s birthday.

if Evan was killed first before Charlie was, his Dad might of had another motive in killing Charlie.

like what if it turned out Charlie was responsible for what transpired on the Crying Child’s birthday...?

like she only wanted Michael/Foxy-Bully/Crying Child’s Older Brother,

to just scare Evan, but not hurt him.

the reason why might have to do with a fight they had, and Charlie wanted to get back him and knowing Evan’s Big Brother loves to scare him to the point of crying, Charlie asks him and his friends to scare him with Fredbear.

or Charlie might of not been involved at all, but what if the two were close...?

if Charlie’s Soul ends up in Lefty, after leaving The Puppet aka “Marionette”,

it would leave only Evan/Crying Child in The Puppet.

one of the reasons why I believe Crying Child is in The Puppet,

is because of the tear markings, even if in that mini-game the Puppet that was in charge of looking after Charlie didn’t have them, it doesn’t mean they aren’t the same Puppet.

the tear markings could still come from Evan, and once The Puppet found Charlie, the tear markings started to show up, and it coming from Evan.

Evan ending up in The Puppet first before his best friend Charlie,

might not be a coincidence, it could turn out that Henry and William are more alike then we think.

besides both having children and being ex-business partners.

it could turn out that unlike William, Henry only went after Adults who did pretty messed up stuff in their lives, like laying a fearful hand on their own child.

it could turn out that Henry Sabotaged the Fredbear, knowing William would be checking it over to see if it needs any tuneups.

I guess that might not be true, but I guess after watching a video about how Henry isn’t all as he seems, it makes me question if he is as good as he seems to portray himself to be to not just those around him in the FNAF Universe, but also to the fans as well.

even if he gives the image of a loving father to his daughter,

but what if it turns out he isn’t that at all...?

I believe that the children that ended up locking his daughter out,

could of ended up being killed and their souls ended up in the toy animatronics.

while some of the children who’s lives were taken, could of been innocent.

that doesn’t mean all of them were 100% innocent, even if they are still innocent in some way, that doesn’t mean the actions they had done that would lead to another child’s death, can be seen as innocent.

I believe that Evan’s Brother and his friends, were killed and placed in the Classic Animatronics.

 and at some point, they would end up sharing their Animatronic bodies with younger children that William took the lives of.

and once those younger children found peace, The Masked Bullies that makes up both The Foxy-Bully/Crying Child’s Big Brother...

were stuck and unable to move on because what they did to the Crying Child.

the Michael Afton that was mistaken for William Afton, might not be the same as the Foxy-Bully/Big Brother.

it could turn out that he was created by William Afton, he used cloning technology and even robotics to revive one of his sons.

it could turn out that the Older Brother of the Crying Child, isn’t named Michael and the Crying Child’s name could turn out to be Michael instead.

some theories don’t have to be correct, and it ends up being a surprise that some theories made by fans turn out to be true.

I’m not sure if others thought of this theory, but what if it turned out that William Afton was being controlled by a unknown entity that was making him do the really messed up things that he had committed...?

like a entity from the modern times, ended up going through that time traveling ball pit and it ended up being found by William Afton and infecting him.

but then again, they might of not had the ball bit yet.

I’m kind of in the middle of reading Five Nights At Freddy’s Fazbear Frights: Into The Pit.

I had to place a type of substitute bookmark in the page I’m on right now, so I don’t loose my place.

it is interesting and maybe that Time Traveling Ball Pit, could play a bigger role than we think. like it turning out on certain days, it will take anyone who goes in it, to different Alternate Timelines.

so in one of the alternate timelines, William Afton was a good man with a loving wife and children.

I don’t think that Oswald just traveled to the past, I believe he could of ended up going to a Alternate Timeline, where only some events in the past in that Alternate Timeline, happen in the past in the timeline that Oswald lives in.

I believe that Oswald’s surname could turn out to be Afton, and his Father could turn out to be a Afton as well.

though I could be wrong, and that’s okay if it turns out that Oswald isn’t a Afton.

I do believe that the children that William Afton had took the lives of, are possibly at peace after the whole Henry causing the fire.

but that doesn’t mean that all the children ended up in peace,

and are still stuck in animatronic bodies because of what happen to both Crying Child and Charlie.

 it could turn out that the Crying Child, might actually be named Gregory.

while in one timeline he had died, but in another he could of ended up going into the ball pit and going to the distant future, and being on his own and away from his older brother and his bully friends, end up causing them to change as time passed and he was no longer the same scared little boy he was before.

if this theory were true, this would mean that William Afton’s Children are named Michael, Elizabeth and Gregory.

but it could turn out that Gregory and The Crying Child being one in the same might not be true at all, and could only be so in non-canon FNAF AUs.

I’m also starting to think there might be a reason why there isn’t a Rabbit in the Mega Pizzaplex anymore (as Freddy’s had stated), like it turning out that a corruption in Glamrock Bonnie’s A.I. chip had to be taken out, because he ended up doing something so terrible, he had to be decommissioned.

the images of Bonnie at the Bowling Alley,  could turn to be the Original Glamrock Bonnie’s replacement.

but unlike the original, he will not be on the stage with the others.

and even if it did turn out that Monty had harmed the Original Glamrock Bonnie, it could turn out he was doing it because he almost harmed a child.

if there will ever be a FNAF Security Breach 2: Return To The Pizzaplex...

maybe Bonnie will physically appear in it, well maybe...but wouldn’t get hopes up on that.

also I had notice I had mistyped in the post before this one, instead of spelling “when” I had spelled “wen” instead, I had notice that maybe last night but I didn’t ended up fixing it until today.

we all have times when typing, we mistype something and don’t notice it until some time later after it happens.

anyway, I think it is possible that The Crying Child might actually be in The Puppet and ended up sharing that vessel with Charlie until she moved on to taking over Lefty.

not everyone has to agree that William Afton’s youngest son’s soul is in The Puppet, and it’s okay if it’s just me and a few others who start to view it to be possibly true.

we all have theories that can sometimes be taken the wrong way by those who had created the series in the first place, but some of us don’t mind end up being wrong about some fan theories we come up with.

so even if I believe it’s possible that the Crying Child could be using Marionette as a Vessel, not every other fan has to agree with it and can only agree if they truly believe that is true, but if they don’t agree that’s okay.  

#crying child fnaf #marionette #fnaf theory #lefty fnaf #charlie emily #the puppet fnaf

[roo-bastmoon]

I thought jk's being jokingly upset about not being shown the songs was very boyfriend behaviour, like "you showed them but not me? Why?" Maybe jk knows jm is shy about sharing unfinished work and doesn't want to pressure him but expects to be told when somethings is ready but was "upset" that other members were made part of that and he wasn't. At the same time jimin isn't one to ask people for an opinion unless he really needs it and we know jk is super busy so maybe didn't even think jk would be interested in listening. And this is all okay even if they are together because people have different interests. I think jikook find themselves the best when they're performing, they share that same passion and same approach of giving their 200% going as hard as possible and they live and breath for stage, while I think they have a very different approach and relationship with actually making music. Both are extremely self-critical but one has a lot of encouragement being called golden maknae good at everything and the other has been sidelined a lot while they made their own songs, like his 3 songs rejected by the members for BE. Things like that mark you.

And also namjoon saying that they must know hobi is jimin's number one and both denied right away and hobi was also saying it directly to jungkook that it wasn't like that was kinda sus.

But the tattoo comment is pretty self-explanatory.

Also another thing that I didn't swallow was jungkook going on a tirade about how th is the most handsome person he has ever seen for like 30 seconds. Listen, they all say that th is handsome, the most handsome etc, but it was when they where playing the give eo compliments games, he read a comment about it and he could have avoided it first of all, but even if he hadn't, he could have simply agreed not written poetry about him. He's not stupid he knows how jimin is called ugly and other animal names and how his fans think jk would never look at him twice and goes and does this in front of millions of said fans? Insensitive and unnecessary that's what it was. And no, they can't say whatever they want. No one can, there is always someone's feelings you should think about and especially them being such public figures and especially him having that deranged cult as fans. Actions and words have consequences. Just like when he happily agreed to let jimin be kidnapped 🤨

I agree completely with everything you said, but got lost by what you meant with the tattoo being self-explanatory. Sorry to be so blonde, but could you elaborate a little? (Also, I always gave JK the benefit of the doubt about Jimin's antis online. I figured long ago they stopped paying attention to the fandom on the net, except for WeVerse, b/c there are so many vitriolic wackos out there. So I figured he didn't know how his words would be received and twisted. But if he monitors everything, as he recently said, then he knows exactly what sets off shippers and antis alike. And hey, maybe the kidnapping comment was truly just a casual joke, obviously meant to be sarcastic. Because the very next day he pulled a 180 and told a fan to keep being jealous, he'll keep holding Jiminie. So I don't think JK meant anything malicious. He actually doesn't strike me as a petty or cruel person. He definitely has empathy and sympathy; if his members cry, he's crying with them. But Jimin doesn't feel like one of his priorities anymore. If that makes sense? And I don't understand why. What changed? What changed from dropping everything to run up to help with Jimin's birthday live, to staring with a blank face while Jimin makes skinship overtures?) I feel kinda crazy. I just don't understand him. And I'm so new that I'm watching ALL 9 years of content at once. So one moment I'm seeing them slow-dance in a back hug backstage. And the next moment I'm seeing Jimin try to engage JK on stage and he just stands there and looks at him like a stranger. I HAVE to wonder what changed. Fully recognizing all of this is NONE OF MY DAMN BUSINESS but it doesn't stop me from wiggly at it like a loose tooth. LOL, slap me, I'm hopeless. God I cannot believe I am a 43-year-old fully grown employed woman obsessing on tumblr about 20-something Kpop stars. Send help.

[murswrites]

One in The Same ⎯ Tobias Eaton Headcanon

Pairings: Tobias Eaton x Reader Fandom: Divergent MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing? SUMMARY: [see request] Request from anon: hiii- so um, if requests are open, could i please request a fic or a headcanon for tobias eaton?? if not that’s totally fine! so- for a headcanon/fic i was thinking something along the lines of tobias slowly becoming comfortable with the reader? like, he’ll start to share small things about him the more they hangout, and eventually he tells the reader his feelings for them?? ahh i hope this makes sense- thank you!! <3

A/N I think I’ve forgotten how to write headcanons y’all... this is deadass 1k words. Also this request is so cute, I hope this is suitable <3 Can we please normalize calling guys pretty 🥺

It started off with little things that made Four intrigued by you

Firstly, you being a transfer from Amity to Dauntless of all factions

Secondly, despite being raised to be kind, you were the most ruthless of initiates

And lastly, you had a way of drawing attention to yourself; either intentional or not that made you seem magnetic to Four

You two didn’t really meet until after you were properly welcomed as a member of the Dauntless faction

The two of you both worked in security, you weren’t a good leader and you enjoyed technology even if Amity wasn’t the most “techy” faction

It was easy working beside Four, he wasn’t annoying or arrogant which you found to be very refreshing

“All of the others here think they’re better than me, it’s crazy.” (You)

Small talk wasn’t your forte but the silence in the room was deafening

“Tell me about it,” (Four)

He knew a thing or two about arrogant assholes, one always came to mind; Eric Coulter

After that, you two began hanging out together

Sitting beside each other during meals became routine, it was convenient especially when you had to tell him something in regards to work

“I was thinking of getting a tattoo, want to join me?”  (You)

You skipped out on tattoos when the other initiates got them, it didn’t feel right at the time

“Sure, what’re you getting?” (Four)

“I dunno, it’ll be my first.” (You)

After that, Four looks at you differently

He honestly expected you to dive headfirst into “Dauntless life” to prove you were worthy because you came from Amity

The trip to the tattoo parlor was one of many times you two spent time together outside of work

“Being in Amity was so weird, I’ve always been sort of angry by nature so it was hell trying to be peaceful.” (You)

“You don’t seem angry,” (Four)

“Oh 16 years of standing in the corner will do that to a person.” (You)

Things never got that personal, but when the conversation felt too close to home (for either of you) one of you quickly switched topics

Your friendship worked well in that way

“One time I put a frog in my cousin’s bed and had to do like a hundred hours of community service. I was nine.” (You)

“My old faction as a whole wasn’t horrible. But I didn’t fit in well…” (Four)

“Same here, least we got each other right?” (You)

It became obvious to Four that you two were more alike than he originally realized

Two people from similar factions with similar upbringings… both having grown up feeling out of place

Four realized his feelings for you were turning into something more when you made him a cake for his birthday

Your bright smile and messy apron made him stop in his tracks, surprised

“Dauntless chocolate cake for my favorite person’s birthday!” (You)

“How’d you know?” (Four)

“You mentioned it when we first met, how’s it feel to be an old man, Four?” (You)

That night was something different, stargazing after watching a movie felt so intimate with Four, but so comfortable at the same time

“No one’s ever made me a cake before.” (Four)

“Not even your mom?” (You)

You found out she passed soon after and instead of asking more questions like usual, you just kept him company

“I never really considered leaving Amity until I got my aptitude test results,” (You)

“What’d you get?” (Four)

“Dauntless, duh.” (You)

Four had laughed at that, you always surprised him with your random sarcastic outbursts or remarks

“Bet it came as a surprise.” (Four)

“Not really, if anything I was thankful for a way out. Despite their appearance, Amity isn’t as beautiful as they claim to be.” (You)

Four genuinely recognized his feelings when you and some initiates from your group invited him to some shenanigans, he hadn’t done anything like that since he transferred, but you were adamant

“Come on, it’ll be fun! I did this on like my third night here and nearly died but it was so worth it!” (You)

It actually turned out to be fun, the same game of capture the flag but in a different area of the city

Four was on your team (luckily) and you two were taking people out left and right

When you saved him by taking down one of the enemies, he watched in awe at how good you were (man is WHIPPED)

That was the first night you crashed at his place because you were so tired

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow, mkay?” (You)

You made him breakfast in the morning, it wasn’t anything spectacular just something to repay him for giving up his bed

“Nobody’s made me breakfast in like ten years.” (Four)

“That sucks, but I’m glad I could be that person…” (You)

Neither of you spoke after that, it was like the energy in the air after the game of capture the flag completely changed

It wasn’t uncomfortable, just… heavy… with things unsaid

I feel like Four would keep himself from being nice all of a sudden since it would be weird if he suddenly changed up on you

But he found it hard because your company made him happy

At one point he told you his real name, out of the blue, he just asked if you’d start calling him it when it was just you two

“Call me Tobias,” (Four)

“Why would I call you that, your name’s Four-- Oh... that’s your real name isn’t it? Hmm, it’s nice, serious just like you.” (You)

He would often catch himself staring at you as you spoke or enjoying the sound of your voice

“Tobias? You there?” (You)

You’d caught him staring and it made him get really embarrassed

It was weird seeing Four flustered and struggling to find the right words, you were usually the less composed one

“Are you okay? You look like you’re having an allergic reaction, staring is normal. I do it all the time.” (You)

This would confuse Four, you stared at him? No… that couldn’t be true, could it?

“What I meant to say was--” (You)

“What?” (Four)

Now things felt awkward, those unsaid words were heavy in the air; both of you knew but didn’t want to ruin a nice thing (your friendship)

“I stare at you… because you’re pretty.” (You)

“Never been called pretty before,” (Four)

“Well… you are, very pretty.” (You)

“You’re prettier but I’ll take it.” (Four)

His sudden confidence came out of nowhere but he was definitely thankful for it

“You think I’m pretty?” (You)

“I think you’re great… in general… it’s weird but I feel comfortable to be myself around you,” (Four)

“That’s not weird, I feel the same.” (You)

Things didn’t change all too much after that, neither of you wanted to rush into things because your friendship was too beautiful to ruin by making a mistake

#tobias eaton #tobias eaton imagine #tobias eaton x reader #tobias eaton headcanon #divegrent #divergent imagine #divergent x reader #four x reader #four (divergent) x reader

[scotianostra]

Happy 30th Birthday Scottish actor Daniel Portman, born February 13th 1992 in Glasgow.

Daniel attended Shawlands Academy, where he was head boy, before gaining an HNC in acting at Reid Kerr Colege, Paisley. Aged sixteen he had his first role in supernatural thriller ‘Outcast’, starring James Nesbitt and fellow Scot Kate Dickie.  He then had a recurring role in the Scottish soap River City.  His second film role was a small part in Scottish comedy The Angels’ Share as Snipers pal.

Daniel’s auld man is the veteran Scottish actor Ron Donachie, and don't they look alike?  They both turned up in the HBO fantasy drama series Game of Thrones, Daniel as Podrick Payne, and Ron as Rodrik Cassel, Daniel clocked up 35 shows culminating in the final episode in  2019, a great feat in a show that revelled in killing off leading characters.

Daniel appeared as Angus McDonald in Robert the Bruce, with Angus McFadyen as our warrior king.  Daniel was on our screens last year in the  BBC series Vigil, the show, set mainly in Scotland has a great cast including Gary Lewis and Martin Compston. He is also in preproduction a The Brontes, not much info on this apart fro it is about the famous writing siblings. The pick of Daniels’ upcoming shows for us Scots will surely be the new Val  McDermid’ based crime show  Karen Pirie,  set in the beautiful Scottish university town of St. Andrew’s. Pirie was also in Vigil with Portman, the Scottish actress will also be well know to our Outlander fans, she appeared in the show as  Marsali Fraser.

For a guy that has not appeared in too many things, IMDb credits him with only 13, Daniel has a huge fan base with more than 150k followers on Instagram and over 200k followers on Twitter! He splits his time between Glasgow, Los Angeles and London.  His uncle Dugie Paterson was a regular on River City and also appeared in the first two series of Shetland as Sgt Billy McBride.

Daniel supports the charity MacMillan Cancer Support and has previously been a celebrity bingo caller in the Glasgow Bar

#Scotland #scottish #actor #game of thrones #happy birhtday

[carolinaflicker]

birthday girl - calum hood

pairings: calum hood x reader

summary: it’s the reader’s 24th birthday, and somehow she can’t seem to keep her hands off of calum

genre: smut with a hint of fluff

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, PROTECTED sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight daddy kink, teasing + degradation, calum being hot, also female pronouns!

word count: 1770

The faint smell of hairspray sat densely in the air as she checked her reflection one last time. The red on her lips sat bold, and the black material running down her body clung tight. She fiddled with the rings on her fingers, doubtfully swapping the combination before huffing and leaving them be.

She stared at her own face in the vanity as she began to lightly run her fingertips over every bump and blemish that held her skin prisoner. Before being able to pick apart every inch of her body, her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle call in the living room of her flat.

“Love, are you almost ready?”

She turned her head swiftly as she heard his approaching footsteps, seeing Calum appear in the doorway.

“You know it’s your birthday, right? You’re kind of the expected guest.” His low chuckle resonated through the room.

Her eyes scanned his face as if it would be the last time she saw him. Y/N found herself doing this frequently, and every time she would find something she hadn’t seen before. This time it was a small freckle just under his bottom lip.

She enjoyed these moments with Calum, the little things that made every day with him a new one. She’d never loved someone as much as she loved him and, quite like her boyfriend, once thought she’d never find it.

It was Calum’s teasing smile and quirked brow that prompted Y/N to realise she was staring at him and, with reddened cheeks, quickly turned to make herself busy.

“You look beautiful.” His hands fell upon her shoulders from behind, and she bathed in the comforting smell of his familiar cologne.

“So do you, handsome.” She said, smiling at him through the mirror.

Calum reached down to give a swift peck to the crown of her head before walking away, giving his girlfriend a gentle reminder of the time passing.

Placing her emergency kit into her purse, Y/N finally noticed the trousers that Calum had chosen to wear. Green and blue plaid adorned the muscles of his thighs, wrapping and moving in just the right places to make her palms sweaty.

She took incredible interest in the way the black shirt he’d tucked in was slightly unbuttoned to reveal two silver pendants resting on his toned chest. Her heart began racing as she fantasised kissing every inch that she could see.

She suspected he had picked these ones specifically for her birthday, knowing they were her favourite. Probably also knowing exactly how they made her feel.

After slipping her final foot into her heels, Y/N turned the light off in their shared bedroom and set her sights on seeking out Calum.

Finding him stood at their kitchen counter she took quick steps over to him, not hesitating to run her hands up his exposed chest to let them rest around the back of his neck.

Calum released a hum of satisfaction when his girlfriend planted her lips on the side of his neck. Placing one hand on her hip and the using the other to gently grab her chin, he pulled her gaze up to meet his.

“Was this morning not enough for you, princess?” When he received a shake of the head, he continued. “Oh and not at breakfast either? And then after the shower. And then-“

Y/N pulled his lips down to meet her own, not worrying in the slightest about the red stain she would leave after.

“C’mon, Cal,” She all but whined, “I need you.”

“And isn’t your life so hard, darling?” He tutted at her mockingly with a small pout, before squeezing her hip and walking away to grab his keys.

Calum let out a loud laugh when he heard Y/N’s dejected mutter about being the birthday girl.

———

The party was in full swing; people flooded every inch of the bar they had hired out, celebrities and friends alike. Shouted words were being exchanged over the bass of the music playing and shots were being thrown back like water.

Calum leant at the bar, nursing a drink in his hand, paying little attention to the story that Shawn Mendes had been telling him for the past 10 minutes.

Instead his gaze was focussed on his girl dancing across the room, happily being spun around by Luke and Ashton to the tune of Dancing Queen.

He had been watching for a while now. Seeing her like this with his band mates never bothered him, in fact Luke was the very reason Calum and Y/N knew each other at all.

Having met Y/N two years prior, Luke had invited her to his 21st knowing just how well she would get on with the bassist. Calum had thanked Luke more times than he could count for this, wondering every day how he had managed to find Calum his perfect half.

Now at his girlfriend’s 24th birthday, he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. Not out of jealousy, but rather out of pure want. He’d scanned the way her figure moved around the dance floor so many times he was almost dizzy, but that didn’t stop him.

As the music faded and the beginning chords of Wicked Games played through the speakers, Calum excused himself from Shawn quickly and made his way over.

It didn’t take him long, as Y/N soon felt a pair of familiar hands touch upon her waist, and she barely had to look back to recognise who it was. She released her hold on Ashton’s hand and turned her body around fully to face her boyfriend.

“Well hello, stranger.” Y/N’s face gleamed at Calum’s in the dim light.

“Hey, gorgeous. Having a good time?”

He could barely hear the happy sigh that left her mouth over the music but felt a warm feeling spread in his chest as she announced, “The best!”.

Brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, he leaned down to whisper, “You wanna make it even better?”

The excited look she was giving him quickly turned darker, as she took her own turn to whisper.

“Show me what you got, handsome.”

Ignoring the cheers from Luke and Ashton, Calum grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her from the crowd. The woman had to stop herself from all but pouncing on her boyfriend then and there, instead giving a polite smile to Michael and Harry, who seemed to be in an animated conversation.

Y/N thanked every entity she could think of that the bar they’d hired was nice enough to sport separate bathrooms. She sure wasn’t quiet with Calum, yet with the music blasting and their own room, she doubted they’d be heard by anyone.

Rushing in and locking the door, Calum immediately lifted his girlfriend onto the counter. As if by magnets, the two grabbed at each other, kissing like their lives depended on it.

Y/N reached a hand into Calum’s curly hair and pulled, releasing a groan from the man’s mouth. As she attempted to grind against him further, he pulled away and took hold of her by the neck.

“Look at you, pretty girl. One word from me and you’re ready to drop your panties. When did you become such a slut?”

The fingers wrapped around her throat seemed to send the blood rushing faster to her core, a desperate, incoherent mewl escaping her lips.

As she reached down to unbuckle the belt around his waist, he was quick to pull her hands away.

“Not yet. Gotta take care of the birthday girl, right?”

“But I want you, Cal.” She cried.

“Shame.”

He tapped her waist, indicating for her to lift her hips slightly, as he pulled the hem of her dress up to her stomach. Dropping to his knees, he tossed both of her legs over his shoulders, getting closer to the ache between her legs.

Tantalisingly slow, Calum pulled the lacy thong she was wearing down her thighs before stuffing it into his back pocket.

Finally giving her what she wanted, he placed his hot tongue onto her clit, moving in slow circles. The moan that left Y/N’s lips was pornographic, and her hands immediately flew to grasp onto Calum’s hair again.

“I wanna hear you more, love.”

As if on cue, her whines pitched higher and higher, matching the muffled sound of She playing outside.

Increasing in pressure and speed, it didn’t take long for Calum to make Y/N a mess. He knew every curve of her body, every sign of pleasure and, equally, every sign of discomfort. With his knowledge, it never took him long to have her writhing underneath him.

“Calum!” She called, “I’m gonna-“

He stopped.

“Beg.”

Looking down in disbelief, Y/N found him fully content in not touching her until she gave him what he wanted. Huffing loudly, she tried to reach for him again in desperation.

“I’m pretty sure I gave you an instruction, baby.” He scoffed, pulling away even more.

“Fuck, Cal!” She released her stubbornness, “Please let me cum. Please!”

He immediately returned to his previous actions, making her cry out. Her body shuddered and she moaned as Calum finally let her release. She felt dizzy against the mirror, her face stinging from the intensity of her orgasm.

Giving her a check over and a chance to catch her breath, Calum reached down to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. Stroking his shaft out of his boxers, he looked at the woman again.

“You ready?”

“Just fuck me, Cal.”

Earning a smug chuckle from the man as he pulled out a condom from his pocket and slid it on, she grabbed onto his shoulders as he took her words as gospel, pounding into her with no hesitation. Low grunts and swears left Calum’s lips as he thrusted deep and fast.

Y/N reached down to gently rub her now sensitive clit, releasing a cry as a certain thrust hit just the right spot.

Before she could stop herself, she released a series of incoherent whines, followed by Calum’s name as if in prayer.

“Fuck, daddy!”

Y/N’s regret immediately began to seep into her bones. This was a kink that she had quite happily kept to herself and for 3 years had been worried of Calum’s reaction if she ever brought it up.

This regret dissipated immediately however, as her boyfriend’s rhythm grew sloppier and harder at the name. Soon the room was filled with obscene cries as they both reached their climaxes, collapsing onto each other.

“Well,” Calum said after a breath, “You’ve never called me that before.”

This earned him a weak punch to the shoulder, the woman in his arms giggling lightly.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

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