#actual angry child stomping their foot on their ground behavior

[la-pheacienne]

Yes yes the new Rhaegar x Lyanna x Arthur x Ashara art piece is not official art, it is just commissioned art by Elio and Linda, who qualified it as a "headcanon" so technically speaking yes, the scene depicted is nothing more than a "fan theory"! Congratulations and thank you for reminding us, it is always important to have our facts straight. However, if Elio and Linda had commissionned art about your irrelevant dead ladies (not Lyanna cause you dgaf about her) knitting together/dancing at the club you would be losing your shit like that's sO canon u guyz, what about the artistic visionn, the vibes, we!stay!winning! Even better, if the commissioned art portrayed Rhaegar as you guys headcanon him, you would be rubbing your hands with glee right now as we speak. Alas, that was not what the commissioned art was about so you now suddenly remembered the existence of the "fan theory" concept, which is hilarious considering some of y'all have been implicitly or explicitly presenting your fan theories as canon for years, with tremendous success, I will admit. I guess it is a harsh realization that outside this small tumblr bubble nobody really gives a fuck about those theories because HEADcanon or not, this commissioned UNofficial art still has infinitely more textual basis in canon and more probability to become actual canon than literally 99,9% of the stuff you guys say 24/7 :/ But do your thing ig

[cinnamonest]

Speaking of though. I've brought this up before but boys getting all hurty and bitter because darling has been talking positively about other people is so cute yet so obnoxious because I swear none of these bastards can healthily process and express their feelings like. I have thoughts on a few

Kaeya is soooo passive aggressive. Just mumbling things under his breath. He gets super petulant about it even, it's kinda uncharacteristic of him really, but when he gets bitter enough he can be really childish about expressing it. Stays just close enough for you to see him but pulls super petty shit like standing up and walking out of a room as soon as you come in. It's super quiet and that's how you know something's up since he normally can't shut up. Like he wants you to bring it up, he's not gonna initiate the conversation, because he wants the reassurance that you care about him being upset and if he doesn't get that he gets progressively more subtly passive aggressive until you bring it up and then finally the dam breaks and puts on the arrogant narcissist demeanor, lectures you about how your behaviors and actions recently have been inconsiderate and selfish and he's so gracious to put up with it. Turns everything back into being your fault. Folds his arms and kinda shifts his weight onto one foot, irritated stance, talks over you. Can be placated and somewhat soothed with enthusiastically initiating apology sex, but he stays mad a while, rolls over away from you in hopes you'll go back to apologizing again. He just really likes hearing you apologize. He's a sensitive, hurty boi but too insecure to be honest with you, and needs the ego boost.

Childe's similar but more direct and less gaslight-y. Also passive aggressive and quiet but less in a pouty way and more in a smiley way. Smiles really big all the time, very obviously forced. He's a bit talkative. "So how was your day?" But it's immediately obvious he's pissed off just from his tone, a fake sweetness that clearly says you need to apologize for something. Also can be placated with sex. But thankfully he's more likely to actually stop being mad afterwards. If it was genuinely anger, he's more likely to just get over it and return to his normal self, but if the pouting was triggered by having his feelings hurt he's more likely to get a bit vulnerable/open with you and grumble a confession that you more or less hurt his feelings, resting his face against your shoulders or chest, in hopes you'll reassure him.

Xiao. Supreme pouty. You take a bit longer to realize something's wrong because he's normally quiet anyway, but the biggest indicator is the space between you. He's normally trying to get awkwardly touchy, even though flustered about it, he just loves touch too much, likes to just be in your presence and watch you, but now he's in another room. Putting space between you. Sitting cross legged on the floor in a corner, arms crossed, just very very very ">:(" and turns his head the other way when you try to look at him. Embodies "no talk me I angy." Slow to admit he's mad even if you bring it up, keeps saying "nothing" and going quiet again. He might admit to being mad but just not tell you why. In the end he can hold the anger for a few days even before it just settles into being hurt and he comes crawling back to you, still not vocalizing his feelings, but being all touchy and pulling you into his lap and hugging and hoping you'll hug back to make him feel reassured. He's the least likely to actually admit why he's upset in the end, but as long as darling gives him kisses and cuddles and sweet words and all those other things he needs, he can be reassured with just that.

Xingqiu is kinda similar to Kaeya/Childe but even more obvious. Says passive aggressive stuff out loud rather than mumbling it. He still wants you to be the one to acknowledge it, but will blatantly push you to do so, he's impatient and less mature. He also won't tell you what it is, not because he's embarrassed, but because he wants you to figure out what you did wrong, since you *should* know, he thinks. Will also follow you around, stays pouty a long time. Difficult to placate, you have to more or less wait for him to get over it on his own, but apologies and affection will speed up the process. He might finally admit to being hurt, but will be very snobby and grumpy about it, not wanting to appear vulnerable.

At least you can finally get transparency out of Razor though. It's such a breath of fresh air from the others. Will literally just be like "I'm angry because of this >:(" and pout right in front of you. On the downside he's actually not quick to forgive. You can apologize but he'll keep pouting and being mad the rest of the day, it's certainly the most childish out of all because he just follows natural instinct as a child would do, which is to express anger by being mad and huffy in front of you to try to invoke more apologies. And if you move and walk somewhere else, he's close behind you, won't let you be alone because he's mad and you need to know he's mad so you have to keep seeing him mad >:( however, also very childishly, one quick way to get him back to normal and even snap from angry to happy is just offering him anything to make him happy. You wanna go for a walk?? Eat some food? Play a game? He just !!! And forgets he was ever mad. Or being overly apologetic, telling him you're sorry, you feel bad, he'll forgive you right...? He's easily manipulable so at that he would start to feel bad himself and forgive you.

Diluc is the biggest candidate for getting outwardly and openly angry. He's got some anger management problems going on, so he can't really control himself well enough to be too passive aggressive, he's just... Aggressive. Gets all snarly and eyes narrowed and openly says petulantly bitter things. Gets physical from the get go, grabbing you and dragging you around when you get frustrated and roll your eyes at him, just drags you to bed for whatever he has planned to get his anger out. Grabs you hard even if you're just pacing around the same room and asks you where the fuck you think you're going, he didn't say you could just walk out. However, because he's so openly angry, the thing is that it's actually kinda good because he gets out the anger all at once without letting it build and build, and so the anger peaks and dies down pretty quickly, and then he's just... Hurt. Folds his arms and looks sadly at the ground, lower lip pouting, very sad puppy eyes. He wants you to feel bad and dote on him and tell him it's ok and you're sorry and you still love him :( ...even though he might have just spent the past few minutes being mean and hurting you... That's not important, what's important is he's sad so you need to comfort him :( if you show him some affection he'll finally kinda just lean into the embrace and bury his head in your shoulder/chest and quietly say forget it, it's dumb, but if you push it he'll admit what he was mad about, just in that same quiet voice.

Albedo is one of the hardest to recognize. You won't know he's mad. It doesn't really show on his face. It doesn't show in his tone of voice or word choice. It's the little actions you finally notice. His walking is heavy, almost stomping. When he finishes with the equipment he was working on, he doesn't set it down gently, he harshly shoves it down or kinda drops it with a loud thud that makes you jump. He nearly slams doors. You can see his hand curled into a fist by his side, or his jaw clenching. If you don't bring it up soon, he starts getting a little passive aggressive, mostly cold shoulder, talks even less than normal. If you bring it up though, he acts like he has no idea what you're talking about. He's not mad. Why would you think that? You have to really push before he finally admits it, and when he does it's one of those rare moments of a break in his usual personality, he snaps and bitterly spits out an answer, speaking through clenched teeth, but more or less is transparent about why. After the outburst he just kinda sighs and says to forget it, nevermind, forget that happened... Secretly is kinda like Diluc, really hoping you'll come over and be all apologetic and tell him you're sorry for what you did wrong, you won't do it again, give him hugs and kisses please, just cling to him... And begging for forgiveness would be nice too. Gets kinda surprised Pikachu face if you actually do try to forget it and move on. Whoops.

Scara though. Almost comical. He's so so so so obviously bitter. His face twists up at half the things you say and he just kinda tch'es and crosses his arms. Openly passive aggressive, openly upset, but if you do what you're supposed to and apologize for what you did, or if you're too stupid to figure it out and have to ask what you did wrong... Well either way, he just flat out refuses. Realistically, it's because he's likely mad over something embarrassingly trivial and small, but can't help but be mad. But he just. Won't. Let it go. It's a weird duality where he refuses to tell you, rolling his eyes and trying to make it sound like it should be obvious, and if you're too dumb then you don't deserve to be told, but also won't get over it. Like Razor he just kinda follows you around because you need to know he's mad dammit. You need to feel bad and recognize that he's perfectly justified in being mad and you should be apologizing. If you start getting an attitude instead of being apologetic he just gets angrier and that's never good. If you finally do figure it out and say sorry he just kinda sighs and asks why it took you so long, clearly you're not sorry at all. Needs you to really grovel and beg for forgiveness before he'll actually let it go. Really snobbish and narcissistic about the whole thing, constantly making you feel stupid for not apologizing immediately.

[yuu-the-pokemon-trainer-of-nrc]

Yuu’s Zoroark

Nature: Brave

Throughly cunning…

Favorite Flavor: Spicy

When Zoroark was a little Zorua in the region of Unova, he got separated from his group in the woods. His illusionary powers weren’t enough to keep from from fighting off foes, until he stumbled onto the streets of Castelia City. He would disguise himself as stray Pokémon or even as a human child to steal the sweet treats from passerby’s. Then one day, in the ‘guise of a Patrat, stole an apple from an orphan girl in the central plaza. She then strayed from her group to follow him to discover that he was a Zorua. When she approached him, he was weary at first until she left behind the rest of her lunch for him as she recognized how hungry he was. That girl was an 7-year-old Yuu. When she left to rejoin her group, Zorua followed close behind. When Yuu discovered that Zorua followed her, it became a routine for her to bring him food and just simply hang out. Even when he couldn’t understand exactly what Yuu was talking about, he could sense her loneliness. At first Yuu was a food source for Zorua, but after awhile he began to appreciate having a friend in a big city. Then one day, the other kids lead by a big one, traced where Yuu was going day-after-day and found Zorua. He was overwhelmed by the number of kids surrounding him and was having flashbacks to when he was on his own in the woods. That was when Yuu came in and started to shield Zorua, yelling at the kids to leave him alone. The big kid challenged her, then proceeded to push her to the ground. Seeing this, Zorua got angry and scratched the kid. After that, he used his Illusion ability to make himself look like a Galvantula! That drove the kids screaming and crying.

The next day, Yuu was approached by her caretaker and a policeman, who had Zorua in a kennel. As it turns out, that big kid that Zorua scratched gave the caretaker the impression that Yuu was taking care of a dangerous Pokémon. Yuu tried to explain what actually happened, but the caretaker thought she was making up excuses so she could keep Zorua. The policeman informed them that he’ll take Zorua where he won’t hurt anyone ever again, which meant that the two won’t be ever to see each other again in Yuu’s eyes. Not wanting that, he impulsively stomped on the Policeman’s foot, making him drop the kennel which Yuu catches, then proceeded to run out into the streets. They were able to outmaneuver the cops and go into hiding. And with Yuu’s hiding skills and Zorua’s illusion powers, they were able to stay hidden while pickpocketing food for a few weeks. That is, until they ran into Colress, who was just released from jail for good behavior. He was able to see their teamwork first hand, and it firmly impressed him how a little girl and a wild Zorua could work together so well. When he cornered them, he asked them about their story. After what Yuu told him, he came to a quick conclusion. He approached Yuu’s old caretaker, returning her to the orphanage. Then made the request to not only adopt Yuu, but Zorua as well! He told her as well as the police that, “It would be a shame to the world to lose a team of such potential!”

Not long after that, the newfound family moved to Alola as Colress was intrigued by the closeness of the people/Pokémon community as well as the Z-moves. And on her birthday, when Yuu’s finally ready to become an official Pokémon Trainer, she was given a Friend Ball as a present. With this, she formally asks Zorua if he would become her partner. To Zorua, the question was unneeded as he eagerly pressed the button, entering the Friend Ball. And so begins Yuu’s first step as a Champion with her faithful and loyal partner!

During her Journey, Zoroark is the one Pokémon Yuu could never leave behind. Sort of like how Ash never leaves his Pikachu behind.

Other facts about Yuu’s Zoroark:

- He hates being crowded from being ambushed by Pokémon in the wilds as a Zorua to very hands-y kids. He can now get over being surrounded by Pokémon, but he can’t use Night Daze on a bunch of kids!

- He’s very bashful about when he was being a tsundere with Yuu as a Zorua when they first met. As well as when he first got jealous when Yuu first started catching and caring for other Pokémon

- This is a given, but he’s VERY protective of Yuu. Any threat against her, and he won’t hesitate to unleash Ariel Ace to the face!

- As cunning and mischievous as he can be, he also acts like a big brother to Yuu’s Pokémon.

- Zoroark has both a petty as well as a soft side. If he finds someone annoying and is especially to rude Yuu, that person will receive no mercy from Zoroark’s mischief. Faba remains to be Zoroark’s #1 victim of his pranks. And the other hand, if someone shows to regret their decisions and if Yuu has come to forgive them, he’ll forgive as well.

- He’s also soft with his mate, Scarlet the Midnight Lycanroc, and their pup-Rocky the Rockruff.

- One thing he’s particular about. Pets. You don’t get to pet his soft fur unless you EARN it! Yuu earned it since they met, and she knows just the right spot to scratch.

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[edmund-pevensie-just-king]

Liar Liar | Pevensie Siblings

Prompt: Hi, I would love to read your take on prompt 7 with the four Pevensies.

7. “Would we lie to you?”

“YES.”

From @highqueenofelfhame prompt list

Narnia tag list: @simply-ellas-stuff @bessfrog

General writing tag list (from leesacrakon):  @thought-u-said-dragon-queen​ @hghrules @icedancingdaddies @seas-space-and-stardust​ @loonierlovegood @mandeebobandee @kai-the-person @lonelygoldheart @icecoldparadise @gracerichardson42

Warnings: spreading rumors, self-deprecation/hate, and shouting

Ship(s): None

Edmund may have been only a boy, but he certainly wasn’t a stupid one. He saw his older siblings acting differently. He saw their sideways glances and whispered conversations in the hallways after he was supposed to have gone to bed. Edmund was only eleven, but he was eleven and a king and much wiser than his brother and sisters sometimes gave him credit for. It also wasn’t hard to notice that their change in behavior aligned with that of the subjects. When he got a particularly nasty glare from a faun he’d never met before and a glass of hot cider ‘accidentally’ spilled on him by a dryad that left a burn on his arm, Edmund had had enough. He stormed into Peter’s training session with Oreius, a determined look on his face. 

“Peter! I need to talk to you, right now!” Edmund demanded, coming between his brother and the centaur, placing himself in front of the high king with his arms crossed over his chest. He couldn’t risk not being listened to. Peter groaned in irritation, an act that made Edmund’s stomach twist, but Oreius could sense that something was troubling his young king and lowered his sword. 

“Shall I leave the two of you alone, your majesty?” Oreius asked, addressing Edmund directly. The boy shook his head.

“No, that’s alright. I’m taking Peter somewhere. Thank you, Oreius.” Edmund grabbed his brother by the arm, dragging him out of the training ground and towards the library, where he knew Susan, if not both of his sisters, would be studying for their afternoon lessons. Edmund should have been with them as well, but he’d been caught up in other duties. 

“Ed, what’s going on?” Peter asked in surprise, trying to tug away from his little brother’s strong grip. Edmund didn’t answer, eyes stony as he marched down to the library. Seeing that Edmund was fuming, Peter thought it wise to remain quiet. When the two brothers reached the library, Susan and Lucy were both sitting by the fire. Susan was reading aloud to her sister, and Lucy was listening with undivided attention. Edmund felt somewhat guilty for interrupting their moment together, but he felt this was urgent. 

“Lu, Susan, I need to talk to you both,” Edmund muttered, letting go of Peter’s arms. Bewildered, Susan shut the book. 

“What is it? You seem flushed. Has something happened?” Susan questioned. Her concern shouldn’t have made Edmund angry, but it did. Resisting the urge to stomp his foot like a small child, he drew himself up and took a deep breath. 

“Something odd has been going on in the castle,” Edmund began slowly. “Whenever I come in the room I see people whispering about me like they’re sharing some kind of secret. I keep getting nasty looks, and things spilled on me, and all sorts of things that I don’t see happening with any of you. I know something is going on and you all know about it.” Edmund’s claim was met with silence. Peter let out a forced, awkward laugh and shot a glance at Susan out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t be silly, Ed. Nothing is going on. You’re probably just paranoid,” Peter insisted. Edmund shook his head indignantly. 

“No, I know I’m not seeing things. All of you are acting odd too! Whispering and hiding and avoiding me. Please, please tell me what’s happening,” Edmund pleaded, clasping his hands together and looking at all three of his siblings with a somewhat desperate look. Lucy frowned and glanced up at Peter, but the high king’s worried face was trained on Edmund. 

“Oh, come on, Edmund. Would we lie to you?” Susan said sweetly, trying to be the mediator. Edmund’s face turned red. 

“YES!” he shouted, finally breaking. His hands were clenched tightly into fists at his sides, and his small chest heaved with heavy breaths. “Yes! All of the time! Back home and here! As a fellow ruler of Narnia and therefore your king, I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING!” Edmund’s voice was shrill and cracking as he yelled at his siblings. Susan was frozen in shock, while Lucy hid behind Peter’s leg. Peter glared at Edmund. 

“That’s enough, Edmund. You’ve scared Lucy!” Peter snapped, wrapping both his arms around Lucy and hugging her close. Tears welled up in Edmund’s eyes and he whirled around, ready to run away when Susan grabbed his wrist. 

“Wait, don’t leave. I’m sorry, we’re sorry,” Susan said, her voice gentle. Edmund’s lip quivered and he stood still with his head bowed low. 

“I just don’t understand,” Edmund finally whimpered, a soft sob following his innocent, heartbroken words. The hardness in Peter’s expression faded as he heard his brother’s soft crying, and Lucy cautiously left Peter’s side. she approached her other brother, looking up at him for a moment before hugging him around the waist. Edmund broke completely, hugging his little sister tightly and weeping openly, hot, wet tears falling into her hair. Lucy, always sensitive to the feelings of those she loved, began crying also and hugged Edmund impossibly tighter. 

“Oh Edmund, we wanted to say something, we really did, but we didn’t want to upset you! We didn’t know people were actually doing anything to you...I’m so sorry,” Lucy cried, her tender voice breaking Edmund’s heart even further. He tried to stammer out some sort of reassurance through his tears, but nothing would come. Peter, his heart aching with guilt, joined his two youngest siblings’ embrace. Susan was quick to wrap her arms around all of them. 

“P-Please tell me what’s happening,” Edmund finally sobbed out, trembling in his siblings’ arms. “I can’t stand it anymore! I can’t stand feeling like an idiot while all of you know!” Edmund shuddered and let out another harsh sob. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“There’s...There have been rumors about you. Exaggerations of your betrayal. Those who fought beside us at the Battle of Beruna are calling themselves the “Traitors Army”...and...some of our subjects have been talking of overthrowing us...they don’t want a traitor for a king,” Susan finally explained, her voice pained. Edmund trembled, not saying a word, his eyes shut tight, 

“I should’ve known this would happen,” he said mournfully. “I’m sorry...I’m caused all this grief and I didn’t even realize. I can go away! I can leave, and never come back, and everything will be alright again.” Edmund’s voice cracked and more tears slipped down his young face. Lucy let out a gasp and a strange, hurt sound came from Peter’s throat. 

“You’ll do no such thing. You are a ruler of Narnia, just like Susan, Lucy, and I are. Your rightful place is here, and anyone who disagrees is not a true Narnian,” Peter proclaimed, pulling away from the embrace to take his brother by the shoulder. Susan kept an arm around him and Lucy clung to his arm. “You belong here, Ed. I promise,” Peter said sincerely, his voice gentler than any of the Pevensie siblings had ever heard. Edmund, exhausted from crying, hiccuped softly and nodded, leaning tiredly against Susan. 

“Let’s get you to bed. It’s been a long day,” Susan murmured, running a hand through his hair. Edmund hummed and nodded. He was startled a bit as Peter picked him up, but soon wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulders. Susan and Lucy followed Peter silently as he carried Edmund away to his room. The conversation was far from over, but for now, Edmund needed rest. Peter settled his little brother into bed, pulling up the covers and turning out the lights. As Edmund burrowed up into the warm blankets, eyes slowly shutting as he fell into a deep sleep, Peter could only hope that that peace would last. 

[freefallingforfanfiction]

Super Strange Things

Chapter Four: Is This Real Life or Is This Just Fantasy

Pairing: Johnathan Byers x Reader

Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

This Chapter: An awkward car ride home turn out better than Y/N expected. 

Warning: Warped time line.

Tagging: @loquaciousmelanin @laurel-celestial @shortykatezey @bands-and-shietz @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @myshakespeareandarling @precious-cinnamon-roll666 @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @castelo-amado

Authors Note: I think I got everyone that asked to be tagged but if I missed you please send me a message and I’ll be happy to start tagging you! :)

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The car ride back to the Byers residence was deafeningly quiet; Jonathan hadn’t turned on the radio, and you had not attempted to speak to him after the car doors closed and encased the two of you in a sad, awkward silence.

Instead, you had opted for slipping off your black boots and tucking your legs under your thighs, careful to not expose anything under your skirt. You propped your elbow on the doors arm rest and relaxed your chin the palm of your hand, watching the scenery pass you by.

In the seat next to you, Jonathan sat. His face wasn’t angry, nor was it stoic, instead a state of melancholy had overtaken his features, and you sighed quietly to yourself.

You felt horrible about what happened. The look on Jonathan’s face when his camera crashed to the ground… It was heartbreaking to say the least, especially knowing that you were the one that caused said heartbreak. You hadn’t meant for things to escalate like that, it was the exact opposite of what you had hoped for, actually. But your temper had gotten the best of you.

I’m so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself as you rested your head against the cool glass of the car window, shutting your burning eyes. You bit your trembling lip and steeled your face. You were a Winchester. Winchester’s did not cry.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jonathan muttered from the driver’s seat, his voice hoarse.

Jonathan’s voice did not hint sarcasm, but you were sure it had to be in there somewhere. Perhaps he was just too upset, too emotionally drained to fully put the tone into his voice. Because what did he have to thank you for? A broken camera, maybe? Possibly for a new set of bullies? Oh, or maybe even a new and improved reputation as the school pervert?

You laughed dryly, lifting your head up off the glass to look at your more than likely soon to be ex-best-friend, “For what? For coming into your life for less than 48 hours and completely screwing everything up?”

Jonathan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. He swallowed heavily and bit down on his jaw before he lightly shook his head, causing his brown locks to sway gently back and forth.

“No,” Jonathan’s voice was still horse, thick with some emotion you could not place, “Thank you for standing up for me. No one’s ever done that before, besides my mom.”

Suddenly, the overwhelming acrimonious emotions were washed from your person as you blinked up at the boy in the driver’s side seat. He hadn’t taken his eyes from the road, but the melancholy that had been prominent on his facial features only minutes before was replaced with, what you only assumed to be, gratitude.

Slowly, he turned his deep brown gaze on you, and you suddenly felt shy under its intensity. You blinked up at him with doe like eyes, almost in a trace as you ran a hand through your messy H/C locks and nibbled on the corner of your lip. “Any time,” you whispered, watching as a ghost of a smile appeared on Jonathan’s face.

He reached over and softly patted your knee, “Don’t worry about the camera, it wasn’t your fault. He was going to break it no matter what either of us did or said. That’s just who he is.”

You shook your head, sending a flurry of H/C about your face, “No, I shouldn’t have been so snappy with Steve, I was just so mad,” you explained, running your hands through your [curly, wavy, straight] hair once more, “You doesn’t deserve to be treated that way, you didn’t do anything wrong, it was my fault but they were just so fixated on you,” you leaned back into the worn seats on Jonathan’s car, letting your head hit the back of it. “It got to me, but I was wrong to act the way I did.”

Jonathan shifted his gaze from the road to you once more, and again, the shy feeling returned. You met his gaze uneasily, picking at the sleeve of your [favorite color] flannel that had made its way from around your waist to around your arms in fourth period. Jonathan moved his right hand from the steering wheel again, this time to lay it on your shoulder. His stare was gentle, yet firm as he looked directly into your eyes, “Y/N, please. Don’t blame yourself, it’s like Dean said, were all at fault, we were all stupid.”

You tried to smile at the sweet boy before you, but your heart had stalled in your chest at the unexpected behavior, and you found yourself lost in those deep, brown eyes of his. Swallowing thickly, you opened your mouth, nothing came out for a moment before your brain finally decided to make a clumsy appearance, allowing you to stammer out a breathy “Okay.”

Jonathan smiled at you fondly before he placed his hand back on the wheel and sped up a bit. And with that simple smile, it was as if all the tension in the car had vanished into thin air. You smiled back at Jonathan as you shifted yourself in the passenger side seat, tuning to towards Jonathan instead of away. You brushed your fingers over the radio, eyeing it quickly before you found the power button and pressed it.

Queen’s Crazy Little Thing Called Love quickly filled the car, and you smiled and rolled the window down, letting the wind further tangle your already matted hair, not noticing Jonathan gazing at you longingly from his seat beside you.

“Sam? Dean? I’m home,” you call as you stepped through the threshold of the small powder blue rent house.

“In the kitchen,” you heard Dean’s gruff voice call back.

“Coming,” you responded, slipping off your black boots and padding over to the cramped kitchen in your skull patterned socks. You leaned against the small yellow stained fridge that came with the house and took in the tranquil scene before you.

Sam was seated at the make shift dining table, his school books and homework packets splayed around him. His face was set in deep concentration as he carefully moved his pencil across the papers, fully absorbed in his work. Dean was at the stove, he had shed his twenty layers of shirts as the kitchen was rather toasty, and had only his white undershirt and indigo flannel, which was rolled up to his elbows as he stood over the stove, stirring a pot of something. You loved walking in on moments like these, moments where everything seemed so normal, you felt as if you were just a regular family, with a mom and dad at work, and a caring older brother to cook the family supper. You smiled lightly and pushed yourself away from the fridge, making your way over to Sammy, you ruffled his hair lightly and kissed the top of his head. He stopped his work to look up and smile at you before he dove back into his science homework.

“What’cha cooking big brother?” you asked as you made your way over to the stove to peer into the pot.

“Homemade hamburger helper.” Dean answered blankly.

“WhAt?!” You screeched, shoving his shoulder aggressively to see what was in the pot. Dean shoved you back easily with one hand, causing you to stumble forward as he let out a loud bark of laughter at your dramatic reaction.

“I’m kidding,” Dean smiled as you pouted up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. You stamped your foot on the ground for emphasis before stomping back over to the stove, where Dean let you peer into the spot. You let out a sign of relief when you saw he was cooking spaghetti.

“Thank the gods,” you mumble as you turned away from the stove and pulled out a chair from under the table and plopped yourself down in it. The metal was cold as it seeped in through your stripped stockings, sending a chill down your spine. You rested your elbow on the table and set your chin on the back of your hand, E/C irises skimming over your brother’s homework.

“What are you working on Sammy?” you asked, your eyes swimming over a wall of text.

“Science homework,” Sam answered, “Today we started discussing the causes and effects of regional climates,” he elaborated. Then he turned his large puppy eyes on Dean, “But I just finished. So can I go meet the guys?”

“The guys?” you asked, quirking a brow. Sam rolled his eye at you and the knowing smirk you had on your face, but answered you anyway. “Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.”

“To do what?” you asked curiously, setting your eyes on your baby brother. His face held a small amount of excitement as he looked back and forth between you and Dean, his brown locks swishing at the motion.

“Well, the cover up story is that were playing DND.” Sam said, causing Dean to turn around and give Sam a questioning look.

“Dungeons and Dragons,” Sam said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You grinned and blew some of your stray looks out of your face, “Phft, nerd.”

Sam playfully narrowed his gaze at you and you sent him a wink, knowing exactly what DND was.

“But we’re actually going search for Will,” Sam continued, ignoring your brothers extraordinarily confused look as watched the two of you at the table. “So can I go?”

Dean whipped his hands on the dish towel, his brows furrowing as he thought it over. Sam gave his sweetest eyes, and you could see Dean internally groan and give in. “Fine. But be careful.”

Sam grinned ear to ear and shot up from the table and to the hallway where he snatched up his jacket, “Hey!” Dean called, causing your younger brother’s head to whip around to face your older brother, “This isn’t going to be a nightly occurrence, you hear me?”

Sam nodded his head sharply, but the small smile that graced his lips never left as he waved goodbye to the two of you and jetted out the door.

You hummed to yourself quietly, causing Dean to send you a questioning look. “I never thought I’d see the day you let Sammy out of the house by himself,” you mused, picking up Sam’s discarded pencil and twirling it between your fingers.

Dean sighed and flipped the dish rag he was holding over his shoulder and walked back to the stove to stir the pot. “Gotta let him have some freedom every now and then, otherwise you know what happens.”

Your face dropped slightly at Dean’s words, the memory of how angry your dad had been at the both of you the weekend Sam had run off during a hunt. It had taken you almost a week to track him down, and though it was both of your faults, John and ultimately put the blame on Dean, the eldest.

“Yea,” you muttered under your breath, “I guess so.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, Dean finishing up the pot of spaghetti, and you doodling on the back of one of Sam’s homework assignments. The only noises that filled the kitchen was the pencil scrapping against paper and the metal spoon hitting against the black pot.

When the spaghetti was finished you took out the paper plates and fixed yourselves some food, you each had a warm bottle of coke to drink while you chatted easily about the school day you had had before the Steve fiasco.

“Yea, I was just walking down the hall, and suddenly the janitors closet is tossed open, and three arms reach up and grab me by my collar-” Dean’s dramatic tale of being kidnapped by high school girls was cut off as a sharp ring sounded through the quiet house.

“I’ll get it,” you said as you pushed yourself away from the table and hopped to your feet. You jogged over to the phone and snatched it up off the hook, answering it with a brisk “Hello?”

“Y/N, its dad,” your father’s tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Oh, hey dad. When are you coming home, Dean cooked spaghetti, don’t want it getting cold you do?”

You could hear voices in the back ground but you weren’t able to make out what they were saying, you could only hear the rushed tones the people spoke in.

“I don’t think I’ll be making it home anytime soon, sweetheart,” your dad said, and this time you could hear the dismay in his voice.

You swallowed heard, almost afraid to ask the question, because you knew what he was about to tell you. But it didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel real. It wasn’t, was it?

“Why?” you forced the word from your lungs and waited with baited breath for your dad to give you the answer you dreaded the most.

You heard your dad let out a heavy sigh from the other end of the receiver before he answered you. “Someone just found a body at the quarry,” he started, “And it’s been identified as Will Byers.”

[just-whatever-ig]

Jesse buys a few big balls of knitting whool and it costs him about 7 credits.

Back on the resolute he attaches the whool to a mousdroid and the lose end on a Fives' bed - because Jesse would never want to be the one who has to take the blame for this.

The first time he does it nothing too severe happens, Rex's boot gets caught, Fives and Echo get their unrighteous reprimand they have to spend the rest of the day picking up all the whool from the corridors.

The second time Jesse lets the mouse droid wander around the ship with the whool on his back it is Tup who springs the trap - he reports immediately to Rex with a tissue paper pressed against his bleeding nose. This time Fives defends himself almost violently, calling Captain Rex an idiot for believing that Fives would be dumb enough to pull such a lame prank twice in a week. For that alone he has to pick up the whool all by himself and does so reluctantly with all sorts of rude words on his tongue.

The third and last time Jesse gets to see Rex, General Skywalker and Commander Tano run out of a room and pile each other down on the floor while the seppies attack alarm pounds through the hallways. Rex's face is dark red with anger as he screams Fives name while Commander Tano pushes herself up from his back. This time Fives actually refuses to take the punishment any longer and marches straight into a full on fight in front of the whole bridge crew.

"You've got NO kriffing proof it was me", he argues, "Do I really look like I have more than three hairs on my balls? I may be dumb, but I'm not that dumb!" (see reference)

"Well, Fives, somebody did do it and you must see that you haven't shown much brainpower the last couple of days!"

Fives takes a step backwards, his angry glare turning into pure rage. "That's so snarking rude, I can't believe you dare say that into my kriffing face you rakeweed." - "I say it to whoever I think's responsible for this mess. And you don't speak to me like that!"

Fives stomps his foot on the ground like a truculent child but the ARC trooper armor and his way he seems to tower over Rex make the whole pose rather intimidating. He presses his finger into Rex's chest and glares him into the floor. "I am not going to put up with your dumb bullshit any longer, Rex, I'm not a kriffing shiny you can order around as you please-" - "Watch your tongue when you speak to your superior!", Rex reprimands him sharply, but Fives doesn't listen: "-whenever you have to let off a little steam. You have no right to treat me like that, hut'uun!"

The brothers on the bridge take in a shocked gasp and Rex's glare turns into an expression of insulted disbelief. "What have you just said?", he asks, voice so dangerously calm, that it runs a disconcerting shiver down every back that is present.

Fives takes a deep breath and takes a quick look around himself before he finally realizes what he just said. His face drops. "Noo, no, no", he takes a step back, "Rex, don't take that seri-" - "That's Captain for you, trooper", Rex interrupts with a growl, "Echo, accompany ARC-27-5555 to his own private custody cell where he can think about his behavior until we arrive on Okanaa."

Echo gasps quietly but when Rex shoots him a warning glare he stands at attention, salutes and grabs Fives by the elbow. "Stop doing stupid things, brother", he whispers and gives Rex another careful glance before the ARC troopers leave the bridge.

After that Jesse confesses because actually he feels bad for both Fives and Rex. For Fives because he had to clean Jesse's mess twice and for Rex because Rex did not deserve to be insulted as a coward.

He gets his fair share of screaming and fresher duty and humiliation but at least Fives is allowed to leave detention before nightshift to sleep with the rest of the squad and gets to apologize properly. Rex is tense about it, reluctant but forgiving nevertheless.

Co-Creator: TyraCapulet

501st first shopping trip

Ahsoka tells the clones about how she went to the supermarket once. Torrent co is immediately hyped on that idea and they make her go with them as well just to see what a supermarket sells. They scramble together every money they can find around their ship - a total of 82 republican credits - and spend one day in a mall on Omni Prime.

What do they buy? (You tell me one or more items, and I tell you why they bought it and what happened with it.)

12.03.2021 12:14 PM

[randomfandomimagine]

It’s A Secret (Minho x Reader)

Character: Minho

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: It’s A Secret

  Requested by anon:

hi I love your imagines so I was wondering if you could write one with Minho how he is usually sarcastic and such but when he is around y/n he acts all different and all the gladers tease him about it and try to set them up. thanks!!

Requested by newtmybby:

Hey I love your imagines! Could you make one minhoxreader where they really like each other and they flirt each other? And then at the bonfire Minho gets drunk and tells her how he feels?

  A/N: I had an idea so changed it up a bit, hope you guys like it! ;)

I froze when I saw Minho walking my way, and I averted my gaze, mortified. It was very hard liking him and being treated like klunk in response. So I just preferred to make myself invisible and maybe then he wouldn’t pick on me.

And because I wasn’t really looking where I was going, I bumped into him. My shoulder collided with his sturdy frame, which made me sore.

“Look where you’re going, Greenie!” Minho told me off, being temperamental and sulky as usual.

Sometimes I did wonder why I liked him when he was that much of a jerk. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he wasn’t like I thought he was and I was idealizing him, thinking he was so great in his own way.

“Sorry” I lowly mumbled an apology, carrying on wandering around the Glade.

“Bloody hell, Minho” Newt smirked at his friend, coolly leaning on a tree as he watched us. “Be nice with the lady”

The Runner threw him a very intense and fierce death glare that didn’t seem to bother his friend in the slightest.

“Don’t listen to him, love” The blond still ignored Minho and walked over to me to put a friendly arm over my shoulders. “He’s like a child, deep down he likes you”

“Newt!” Minho angrily stomped over to us.

“In fact…” The second in command kept talking, not listening to him even if the Runner kept complaining and telling him off.

However, before Newt could finish his sentence, Minho had trapped him in a headlock.

“Don’t you dare, shuck face” The Asian took him away, lingering on that position.

I watched Newt wink at me before he was dragged away from me.

I sighed in bewilderment, my eyes following Newt and Minho as the latter let go of the blond and shoved him, accompanying the gesture with what it seemed like very angry words. But Newt just laughed in amusement, for whatever reason.

Chuck –the only guy in the Glade who I actually got along besides maybe Newt –exchanged a glance with me. We both shrugged, not having a clue what just happened.

I had been in the Glade for almost an entire month, but I never could understand those boys, especially Minho.

*

The next day I awoke with a completely different outlook on the said that made it hard for me to sleep.

After a whole month of trying to be charming, cute or just friendly... I was exhausted. So I figured I could stop trying since it seemed like Minho wasn’t interested in me.

It wasn’t even about playing hard to get, I was fed up and wanted to forget about it all. Forget about my huge crush on him and focus on other things.

So I was calmly doing my chores, putting the supplies in their place. Then someone startled me by tapping me on the shoulder.

At first I thought it was Newt, because he had actually done that before. But when I turned around and saw Minho, I couldn’t help but to frown in confusion.

Then I just showed him my exasperated and angry face to let him know I wasn’t really in the mood to put up with him.

Before I showed him nothing but kindness, friendly smiles and gentle gestures. But I just got fed up with his attitude, something within me clicked that made me realize I wouldn’t bear it anymore.

He had also dissapointed me, which was another tough blow.

“What do you want?” I didn’t even bother to look at him, I just carried on with what I was doing before he appeared.

“Hear me out, Y/N” He began to say before I interrupted him.

“If you’re here to get on my nerves you can leave me alone now, because you already did” I dedicated him a sarcastic grin, still not laying my eyes on him.

I left him speechless, he definitely was not expecting that kind of demeanor from me. But he recovered pretty fast.

“Don’t be so shuck angry and childish!” Minho complained in annoyance.

“Why shouldn’t I be? You hate me, right?” I faced him just for one moment to show him my disgust and determination before I turned back round. “Might as well hate you back”

“I don’t hate you, okay? Slim it” With the corner of my eye I could see how he gestured vividly in frustration before leaning on the wall.

By that point, I realized that my anger was just a way for me to avoid showing weakness. Yet I carried on being sulky and defensive.

“Oh, so you don’t hate me” I finally stopped saving the supplies to give my complete attention to that shuck face and clarify the situation once and for all.

“I don’t!”

“Then why are you being such a slinthead to me?”

“It’s a secret!”

I sighed with a slight head shake and once again carried on doing my chores. I should have known it was no use talking to him. It never was.

“Just go away, Minho…” I clenched my jaw, trying not to show that I was actually hurt by his behavior. Even if there had been sadness in my voice.

However, something told me he noticed. By the way he moved and stood there watching me in silence, I knew.

Then he startled me once again by stepping in front of me and slapping his hands against my shoulders in desperation. I couldn’t help but to cringe in astonishment and shrink back in response.

“I like you, stupid!” He exclaimed loudly, apparently very flustered and frustrated. “I think I’m falling in love with you!”

I pursed my lips, trying not to squeak happily when hearing those words. To avoid getting my feelings hurt, I kept up that tough demeanor.

“If you liked me you wouldn’t be treating me like this!” I replied in the same tone.

“It’s just…” Minho groaned in annoyance. “I didn’t even know if you liked me back, shuck face!”

He was just staring at me expectantly. Almost like he was waiting for an answer from my part. Leave it up to him to ask me if I liked him without really presenting a question.

And to be honest, I didn’t know anymore. I knew I liked him before, but him being a total slinthead was a huge turn off. So I was a little confused and didn’t know how to feel.

“What does it even matter, Minho?” I resolved to say in the end, standing my ground. “It’s not important if you’re gonna be a shuck face”

His eyes opened wide in surprise. Not only had I replied wittily and flawlessly, I had also used his own personal insult against him.

However, the Runner recovered quickly once again. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly, and displayed that tough pose and demeanor he had mastered.

“Is that a yes?” It was both amusing and oddly endearing to see how much he insisted.

“It’s a maybe” I quickly finished talking and before he got his hopes up or I lost that sudden burst of courage and confidence. “If you were ready to be sweeter”

“Do you realize why I behaved like that or not?” Minho exclaimed, deeply frustrated. “I can’t just openly express my emotions like that in here, especially if you’re not interested in me!”

“Again” I gulped, trying to hide the fact that I was slowly falling out of it so he wouldn’t notice. “If you liked me that much, you’d be nice to me. You wouldn’t care about the others”

That said, I left the room and tried to go onto a different chore. One in a far off place of the Glade, away from Minho.

There was a bonfire we needed to prepare.

*

The next day I avoided Minho.

Not only because I honestly didn’t want to see him after our disagreement. But also because there was no trace of that determined and strong Y/N that faced him yesterday. I wouldn’t have the heart to repeat the scene, hence I wanted to avoid the possibility of it happening.

Yet somehow my eyes kept following him around, even if I lowered my glance as fast as I could when I saw him looking in my direction.

Since I was too busy focusing my attention on Minho despite it all, I was mildly startled when someone placed an arm over my shoulders, but I hid it well.

“Today you finally stop being the Greenie, Y/N, you should be excited! You seem quite upset, though” It was Newt, who definitely noticed my behavior. “Anything bothering you, love?”

“No” I lied, trying my best to keep my gaze away from the source of my problems.

“The bugger keeps talking about a certain girl, you know?” Why was it that the boys were always so damn witty and cheeky?

“Is he drunk?” It was a rhetorical question that meant to hide my surprise and bewilderment while I mocked that statement. Yet Newt answered it anyway.

“Minho? No bloody way” The blond chuckled to himself. “He has only gotten really drunk once, and it was a long time ago. He knows what he’s doing now”

I glanced at the Runner, watching how he was at least a little bit tipsy, his cheeks red and filled with energy and squirmy movements.

All of a sudden, he turned to me. But it wasn’t like the other times during the bonfire in which I looked away as soon as his eyes fell on me and he got resigned. Instead, he built up some courage and was walking towards us this time.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it” Before he left my side, Newt winked an eye at me.

The two friends patted the other’s back as they passed by. Then Minho stopped in front of me and stared.

I opened my mouth to say something. Maybe try and ask him to go away again, or to stop trying. But he piped up first.

“You want me to show you how serious I am about it, right?” Even with no context given, I knew he meant about his feelings for me.

“Well, yeah…”

“That would convince you that I’m not lying” I nodded, so he finished talking. “And you would make up your mind to go out with me”

“I guess so, I mean-“

“Everybody listen up!” Before I could even finish my sentence, Minho had already pulled me up from my sitting position and was holding me next to him.

All the boys in the Glade turned around to look at Minho and listen to whatever he had to say. Something told me it was gonna be embarrassing.

“I’m crazy for Y/N!” He kept shouting, loud enough to make sure every living thing heard him. Minho even ignored the subtle laughter from a few Gladers. “I want all of you shuck faces to know!”

I covered my face in embarrassment, even if it was oddly endearing that he would openly voice his feelings. In his own Minho way.

Everyone soon got back to whatever they were doing when he sat down and brought me with him. I stared at him with wide eyes, and more likely blushing.

“It’s not a secret anymore” Minho raised an eyebrow coolly, almost smugly.

“You really don’t care what the boys think about it?” I tested him, staring at him expectantly waiting for his answer.

“To hell with it, I like you a lot” Charmingly and definitely showing me that smirk of his, he placed an arm around my waist and held me tight.

“Well, that’s better” I felt slightly embarrassed and bashful seeing as he liked me that much, that he was really trying for me.

“Of course it is” Minho chuckled smugly. “It’s me we’re talking about, Y/N”

“You still have to be a slinthead about it, don’t you, Min-“ My words were interrupted by his lips on my mouth.

His hands were firmly settled on my back as he gently yet passionately attracted me closer to him.

I had already managed to make him treat me better, to actually confess that he liked me and prove it. I knew there was so much I could do to change Minho’s attitude, so I relaxed and gave in to the kiss.