#anyway idk. my first thought with the burning man thing was 'oh man i know that's thr shitty techbro thing now but i bet

[intertexts-moving]

soo many of u guys on this website are like. offputtingly angry and vicious and slavering at at the mouth to gloat at bad things happening to some nebulous incarnation of 'rich evil people'.

[cherryredstars]

HELLO BABE !!

just wanted to say CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS/CHERRYS

Umm I just wanted to request something hmm oh yea I saw an firefighter!Miguel

so firefighter!Miguel x bookworm!Reader (fem) miguel ohara age: 32,reader age :29

(reader appearance: wears big circles glasses and usual wear oversized shirts or hoodie,and baggy pants)

Where reader was reading one of the newest book she find interesting in the huge library she come almost everyday if not working,as she sitting down in her usual spot in the library,no ones knows who put the fire,or how the fire come inside the library,as she didn't notice the fire coming,if it wasn't for miguel saving her life (reader was the one last surviver),the only thing she saw was him,and how he voice helped her through the fire,even when she thought she was going to die,she woke up in an hospital bed,the nurses said that miguel Ohara was the one who saved her,and after that she at least wanted to give him something for saving him,at first he was rude and bit annoyed by her,and telling her to leave and that he was other things that more important,but that didn't stop the poor bookworm! Reader,she would come to the firefighter place a d give them sweets and others,but she could give miguel an special hand craft scarf for him with his logo,he just grabbed it and went to his firefighters dorm room ( i just learned that firefighters have their own dorm room like their own section for them),she was an happy that he becoming more open with her,little by little miguel becoming more comfortable with his little bookworm,enjoying when she speaks about the latest series of her favorite author,loving her voice when she reads him her favorite books to him,when he get the chance too,his close friend notice that this 6'9 gaint seem to be more eager to come to work,and if you looked at his eyes there an spark in his eyes,whenever he see you with that cheerful smile

IDK I wanted an fluff but AGAIN CONGRATS ON 1K and also I fine with waiting however you like for this one,this was just an thought lingering in my head,if you want you could put this into an fic 😅

ANYWAY HAVE AN GREAT DAY

Pairing: Firefighter!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fires and Hospitals

Summary: Food is a way to a man’s heart, they say. 

Word Count: 1.4K (Not Edited)

They say it was caused by a sparking outlet. 

A collection of those hot sparks strong enough to catch on the worn down fibers of the carpet, traveling along the floor and building on the glossy wooden shelves and aged pages of paper. Pages and binding glue and wood charring and giving off heavy exhaust. Creating heat that felt like you were nearing the sun naked. The rundown building and its almost non-existent sprinkler system was no match for the roaring fire. 

You hadn’t seen it, too absorbed over the inked pages to notice the hazy cloud making its way to the back of the library. Your headphones playing soft tones just loud enough to block out the sound of panicked steps from the very few patrons studying in the late hours. It wasn’t until the smoke started to thicken, a sputtering cough leaving your lips. You had ignored the first few coughs, massaging your throat to try to soothe it of the sudden ache and dryness. Until it wouldn’t stop, a difficulty to breath started to build in your lungs as your arm came around your nose and mouth. 

The smoke had swirled menacingly above you, a sense of clueless panic embodying your frame as an orange glow started to burn your way. You had looked frantically for a way out, finding it almost impossible in the darkening smog. You were sure you were done for, tears building up in your eyes from either the smoke or your fear. You were on the verge of passing out, knees buckling when a strong arm had wrapped around you and picking up your body effortlessly. Your vision had started to blur and darken at the edges, finally giving in when the first burst of fresh air entered your lungs. 

When you had woken up at the hospital, you were glad to find you had only inhaled too much smoke. You were cleared quickly, discharged with a teasing warning to not get too lost in your books again and a small scolding about how lucky you were that the local fire department captain was there to save you. You had bashfully thanked them, already forming a plan in your head to pay back the brave firemen for saving you. 

You had showed up a few days later, nervously holding a tray of baked sweetness. A kind fireman had guided you inside, bringing you to the small department kitchen to place the tray down. The firemen had thanked you graciously for the sweets, making jokes that you should get caught up in fires more often if this was their thanks. You had laughed along kindly, getting swept up in conversation with some of the younger men until someone had called out the word captain. 

You had quickly looked over, seeing a tanned skin giant. He had a furrowed brow, his thick hair slightly messed up from his helmet. His eyes had instantly darkened when he had seen you start to approach. You had grown shy over his attention, muttering out a small thanks for rescuing you. His jaw had ticked then before going into rant about how irresponsible you were, how you should be more observant about your surroundings. A flaming flush had overcome your face as the rest of the crew had stopped their idle chatting at the sound of their chief’s booming voice. You had fidgeted nervously, pulling at the sleeves of your hoodie and resisting the urge to reach up and adjust your glasses as everyone watched you get chewed out. 

When he was done, you had meekly agreed and added in a softer tone that you had left some homemade treats in the little kitchenette for him and the rest of the crew. He had instantly felt bad, here he was (rightfully) repriming you like a five year old when all you wanted to do was give your thanks and give the underappreciated firefighters something good to lighten up their day. He didn’t get the chance to apologize when the firefighter who had brought you in gently guided you back out. Miguel had to stop himself from snapping at his second in command when he had passed by with a pat on the shoulder and a little ‘ try be a little nice to the public, yeah?’

He had gotten that chance the next week, when you had come over during lunch time. He had been in his office, looking up from his paperwork when hurried steps ran down the hall. He had been curious, thinking he might have missed an alarm. He had followed the excited recruits, finding himself in the kitchenette where you had stood at the table. You stood with a wide smile, making quick conversation as you dished out plates of lasagna. It was still steaming, and plate after plate found its way into your hands to be served some Italian heaven. Miguel’s stomach rumbled at the mouth watering aroma, hesitantly grabbing his own plate and following the lineup. When he had reached you, your smile dimmed a bit before returning. You had shyly filled his plate, earning a small thanks from him before he went to find a spot to enjoy his food. 

He had finally gotten his chance to apologize as you were beginning to pack up, stacking your now empty trays on top of each other and trying to not let them drop as you made your way to your car. Miguel was quick to follow after you, grabbing some of the trays for you and helping you place them in the trunk of your car. He had apologized for his behavior quietly under his breath, adding a thanks for the treats this week and last week. The smile you had given him made his heart skip slightly, standing there as your car drove away. 

From then on, it became routine. Every week you would come with something new to feed the large firefighters, befriending the city heroes with home cooked meals and sweets. Everytime Miguel heard the rush of footsteps outside his dorm or office, his head would perk up and he found himself discarding whatever he was doing to go to the kitchen. On lazy days after you finished serving out the food, Miguel would sit with you at the table. He would let you drone on about your day or a book you were reading as he filled out paperwork. Even with the work in front of him, he paid every ounce of attention towards you. He would pause when writing, looking up at you to watch the ways your eyes shined or you added emphasis to your words with your hands. He would ask small questions just to prove he was listening, and you would give him an animated response. 

His favorite visit by far was sometime during winter. You had come with jugs of hot chocolate, serving it out to everyone who looked at you like you were Santa Claus. Miguel watched from afar, liking to be the last to be served so he had you all to himself afterwards. You had a gentle smile on your face, asking the recruits how many marshmallows they wanted and if they wanted some peppermint. He was completely enamored by you, the other firemen taking notice of how he was already around the kitchen around the usual time you came each week. 

When he finally came up to you, you had given him a bright smile and served him his drink. The warmth that spread in his chest from the smooth liquid made him sigh out satisfied. He had stood with you, making quiet conversation as you finished loading the heavy jugs. As you were about to leave, you suddenly perked up. You excitedly go to the passenger seat of your car, a small bounce in your steps as you hide something behind your back.

“Close your eyes Migs.”

He instantly followed your soft command, his body sparking when your soft hands grabbed his own. Something soft and delicate is placed into his open palm and he closes his fist around it when you let go. He slowly opens his eyes, thumb rubbing against the soft knitting. His heart practically sings when he sees the scarf in his hold. It's the same color as his under uniform, the fire department logo stitched into one end. He gives it a soft squeeze before thanking you, wrapping his arms around your small frame. 

The rest of the day he had a bright aura around him, not even minding the teasing banter the recruits gave him as he slipped the scarf around his neck as they all prepared to go home. 

He simply turned to them with a small smile, shrugging off their chuckles with a: “You’re all just jealous that you don’t have a pretty thing making things for you.”

Last request before the 1K Prompts!

[alu3e]

hi this is my rant about songs i have connected with hobbit. it dosent really make sense at most points and is also really long drawn out!! so before you read this and rhink oh it will make sense no it wont thanks. its long btw! getting to ramble at midnight is my favourite thing :P

most of them i can see as edits in my head or somethinf like that so i think of specific scenes but i cant edit so it just. stays in my head.

ALSO! english is not my first language and i do not care for it. every mistake i make is not apologised for in any way and if i recognise it is a mistake it will stay there out of spite. i will not give in to thr english language.

curses by the crane wives = bagginshield/thorin (i love the crane wives. thanks liv for introducing me and i love you forever.)

centered around verse 1 + 2, chorus :P most thought out one, so it all goes downhill from here. goes mostly line for line because ive been picking at this song for months and trying to make it bagginshield.

theres a fire in my brain, and im burning up: this one really just screams dragon sickness to me. like yeah hes fucking burning up hes dead

keep running for the sink but the well is dry: this one really just dosent make sense at all but its imprinted in my brain as bagginshield, the sink would be like thorin and then the well, thorin, has run dry by dragon sickness.. and the running dude is bilbo. still trying to think of this in another way but its hard.

every word i say is kindling but the smoke clears when youre around: once again, whos even surprised, dragonsick thorin! i should rename the title for this song in this ramble to dragonsick thorin. i wont do it. and the smoke clears when bilbo is around (queue acorn scene).. this might be just bad english, but kindling as in lighting a fire, the war i guess,, and then well. play acorn scene.

wont you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down, down, down: more bagginshield for this line, i love them btw, thinking dragon sickness again and how bilbo was the one he trusted over his kin, saying they had taken the stone and all that shit. bad connection but walls burning down, more like being fucking corrupted by the dragon sickness. anyways having bilbo being the closest one idk man. its late over here.

this house says my name like an elegy, echoing where all my ghosts used to be: this is where i really start getting lost it only gets worse from here guys. (guys, i say to myself in the middle of the night) thorin being king and all that stuff but the sickness being passed down or whatever, sad fuckign shit over there. also I dont really know what elegy means. last part i dont really know about, but erebors fucking empty. very fucking empty. jk theres these 13 guys there. sorry losing the point but it makes sense i just dont have a clear connection. bully me for this one. or just please say something that connects it so i can go a little bit more insane.

theres still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyards full of bones: erebor being empty but the gold still being there, full of bones, sickness, idk really. im still tired.

wont you stay with me my darling when this house dont feel like home, when this house dont feel like home: more loose but i guess how balin/throin would tell bilbo (and have told like, kili and fili for ecample) about erebor, how its this great ass kingdom. and then when they get there its just not really thorins sick everything goes to hell war war war so house dont feel like home.

skip a few lines

the devils after both of us: THE GOLDDDD THE GOLDDDD GUYS THE GOLDDDD. ring for bilbo, the gold in erebor for thorin. gold. we dont like gold over here. get out if you like gold. jk please dont leave me im tired

lay my curses out to rest make a mercy out of me : idk the scene where Thorin dies he just wants to be friends (loser atleast admit youre in love) with bilbo again before he goes. oh i love them btw did i say that

i dont have much more for curses, love this song very much, but i cant really fit the rest of the song in much. if someone bothers to read this then youre so welcome to do it and tell me about it please. please please please please. ON TO THE NEXT ONE RAHHHJJ‼️

dog days are over by florence + the machine

another song i hold close to my heart even though its not my usual taste! this one dosent really have a line by line walkthrough like, ex, curses. some lines fit a little better, some dont..

i know (think.) dog days are like, the bad days? toss and turn it a few times and i think it fits the hobbit. everything nice. goes to hell. theres lots of other songs that are better for this but its just the vibes of the song that give it for me.

some lines that i just want to mention:

run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run for your children, for your sisters and brothers: how the company is like a family, really, I guess. especially for bilbo because thats his found family. a whole other ramble about that. running out of erebor, to war. i think. this song is based on vibe not lines.

leave all your love and your longing behind, you cant carry it with you if you want to survive: this one is more, edit like based, cause think like everyone laughing having fun ex when kili and fili scare bilbo by the campfire and stuff, + rivendell. scare maybe isnt the best word idk, I think you can figure it out. theres not much like that left, they want to survive the war i guess fight for their kingdom if this dosent make sense blame how tired i am. barely keeping my eyes open at this point.

struck from a great height: fili i love you and you deserved nothing that happened to you. pls my girlfriend i love you btw fili.

next song :)

sleeping giants by the crane wives!

this one is also more of a thought out edit than connecting lines, but i want to talk about it anyway cause i really like this song. thats just the prompt for this entire ramble 'i really like this song'.

straight into lines on this one, not as much to talk about before.

i feel the mountains, shifting under me: this one makes more sense for the stone giants, than the second one which is erebor, i just think of the scene where he opens the door. take that and do what you will wtih it.

the sleeping giants are finally waking, waking finally: stone giants!

my pulse is clear rushing in my ears i hear something calling me: the arkenstone guys the arkenstone..... or also the gold thinking about the hes been down there for days scene where hes just in the gold man idk still very tired. ive said that alot of times now.

the moon is humming, lovley melodies: the moon, being the last light, showing the keyhole, lovley stuff. melodies

the forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry: no, I dont know what crowing means and i wont go figure it out. abywyas, Mirkwood, the spiders, all that stuff.

this ones unclear. sorry bout that. just want to put sleeping giants in your head. its a great song.

tounges and teeth by (drumroll) the crane wives!!!!!!!

great song again. lovley even. lovley melody. lines are more spread out here, picking just a few really. this ones more like a listen and you just get it than a ah you can read my ramble and understand just based on the lines.

ive grown a mouth so sharp and cruel: dragon sick thorin!! bilbo going like oooh the dwarf i met in bag end wouldnt have said that youve changedddd youve changedddd. sorry i like that scene acrually. hes changed btw.

i will ruin you, I will ruin you: batfa bagginshield goes both ways acruallt. they just love each other that much.

its a habit, i cant help it : sickness he cant help that poor little king

i know that you mean so well but i am not a vessel for your good intent: vessel isnt the best word here but SUE ME i didnt write the song. bilbo ment well with the arkenstone but obviously thorin being mindfucked and sick he cant see that.

i will only break your pretty things, I will only wring you dry of everything, (i will poison all your happy thoughts): well. thorin and bilbo!!! the sickness breaking their relationship. obviously that had to be a pretty thing considering bilbo couldnt even SAY WHAT THORIN MRNT TO HIM. also another ramble ugh k think about it every single day. i will poison all your happy thoughts, being i guess the sickness as well. counting in on this same one.

i love you like the ashes in my cigarette box: the gold. thorin loving bilbo more than the gold because jghgbgbn the mithril SHIIIRTTTTT guys the shirt.

this ones unclear. listen to the song. please. its very good.

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i was supposed to add time will change you by the crane wives here, ill reblog sometime and do it. havent really picked at that one much yet.

thats it! if you read it, im sorry! if you didnt read it, thats what i expected! just rambling. I really like music and hobbit, so. this took about an hour to just write. maybe one day ill make one for lord of the rings trilogy.

this is, quite clearly, movie based. if anyone has any ideas from the book that fits,.. tell me. if youre the person who commented something about red clay (tcw) and frodo, please tell me more. ive lost the post it was from and it drives me insane. thanks for reading my nonsense post.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Wilt.

just thoughts based on a Daisuke-centric au idea where the crew survives their unfortunate series of events, idk if this will make sense to anyone reading this.

Life in regards to Daisuke tend's to not take it easy on him, he thinks, after that's all said and done. The electrical burns he got from the brunt of things were no help either, that just only made his conscious fear with vents worse. Ranging enough to healthy fear to just about PTSD, as the doctor had told him. Though he had the excuse to brag about having cool-ass scars, he just really wasn't feeling it. It was lucky enough that only then a few hours afterward that him and the rest of the crew was found, and of course he was always worried about them all.

But Jimmy?

Not so much, not really.

After he had found out about the misconstrued abuse, sexual assault and other things he had inflicted on the poor woman, he wasn't sure how he could have worse hatred for anyone else in that very moment he learned the information. Daisuke had his suspicions before knowing, but he just wanted to not believe it at all. Yet knowing it now and then, he couldn't just leave it be, even in the eventual stage of suspicions.

He was glad Anya had survived her attempt, even if better or worse that she had truly intended to-

Nah, he didn't want to remember the look on her face. She was just someone who was trying her damndest, even if it was in poor faults in the face of a dangerous person. She's strong, and moving on in life. She's really becoming someone her own as a career artist in nursing. He really was trying too, but he thinks he shouldn't go back up to space.

Daisuke's had enough of it for the year, he just wanted to stay on solid ground. even with the dangers of bullets, the round of chambers. He keeps thinking about that time with all those capsule bottles, the bottles of painkillers.

Oh, his head won't stop spinning, or maybe it will for another 365 days.

He thinks back to all the times that boss kept commenting about his own youth, the way boss looked, seemingly saddening at the thought of his former youth. Or maybe, he was just nostalgic.

Daisuke knew he was young- or maybe he still is technically?- for being amongst a crew around 30 to 50-year olds. Even with people aged farther in experience, he wasn't stupid. He wasn't some brat, and he wished that perhaps all of them could understand that. Even Curly, Captain Curly.

He couldn't get rid of the habit of calling him that, whoops.

Anyway, he was trying his best. Honest to god, but seriously. That god-forsaken time for an internship really beat him down, all Daisuke just wanted to do was just be alone; It's really how he can feel so unconfined.

"Daisuke?"

That was one of the first times in a long time that he's called him by his actual name.

His head lifted, eyes meeting with Swansea. Daisuke sighed a heavy breath, blinking out the tiredness in his eyes before he spoke. "Uh... yeah, boss?" He replied, setting down the donut he held in his hand, which was noticeably beginning to crumble.

Swansea's features seemed to be lifting in a hesitant grimace at the nickname, as if he knew that Daisuke was attempting to lighten the load of the atmosphere. Which, admittedly, was nice- but he seriously seemed to be exerting to much effort. Even for such a simple little thing.

"Jesus, you sure you can handle goin' to college yet?" Swansea asked, his voice gruff and really rough. Like in a way, a warm reassurance, a fatherly habit. Swansea was probably like that for his kids often, Daisuke guessed.

He nodded, shortly enough that Swansea got the memo; "Yeah, it's fine. I really need something different," The young man says. "my mom seems okay with it too." Daisuke adds.

"How is she?" Swansea asks, and that seemed okay enough to answer.

Daisuke leans back, wanting the couch to simply just take him, bring him back to a dream-land. He shifts for a moment, to make himself feel more comfortable. He crosses his arms, notably feeling the way the muscle mass shifted differently then to what it had before the Tulpar experience.

He tilts his head, "I guess she was pretty shocked to see me." Daisuke grins, almost chuckling. Gesturing with his hands as he continued to speak, "Kinda just cried for a good few minutes within seeing me, then got pretty worried about me the first few days."

Swansea nodded thoughtfully, honestly, anyone would be after hearing the news about how their kid almost nearly died in something that would've been the end of all that was involved. Something you sent your own child too, he certainly wouldn't have been able to live it down.

[by-soleil]

can't fight this feeling

Pairing: Mark Lee x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warning: One-sided love, Mutual pinning (?), Oblivious bestfriend(s), idk...

This fic was inspired by "Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon"

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You remember it clearly. It was the morning of the very first day. The sun was unforgiving, blazing thru the thinnest of fabric that was your blouse. And it was only 9 in the morning. How you survived the rest of the day was still a mystery.

After sighing for the nth time, you try to scan the new surrounding. The unfamiliarity of it left you with an uneasy feeling. How exactly does one supposed to find where the ‘Neo Auditorium’ is after only being here once? Granted, it was your fault. It was you who skipped the unofficial tour of the ground in favor of getting your nails done.

You fish your phone out, maybe your friends replied to the text you sent before you started driving earlier. They should be here already, they should know where you’re supposed to be heading.

“Oh, crap.” you grit your teeth in annoyance. Checking once more if there are any clues about where that Neo place is in your group chat before locking your phone and threw it carelessly inside your purse.

“Screw it, I’ll find my way.” you mumble to yourself as you head towards the nearest walkway shaded by the tree.

Or so you thought.

What supposed to be a 4-minute walk from your car turned into a 30 minute of absolute confusion. Stopping at every directories for some sign only for you to find out weeks later that it hasn’t even been updated since God know when.

Just when you’re about to give up and just go back to your car for some air conditioning, someone approached you.

“Excuse me, do you need help?”

“Yeah, actually. l think I’m lost, I’ve walked around probably a thousand times to look for that damned Neo-something and somehow just ended up back here. My head hurts and I haven’t broke into these shoes ugh I feel like—“ you abruptly stop, realizing you just overshared and probably scare the only person that might actually help you. “I’m sorry, I’m mumbling. Yeah, a help would be nice.” you smile shyly.

The man in front of you gulped. A bit flustered with how fast you were talking. Then he chuckled. “It’s fine, you’re good. You’re looking for the Neo Auditorium, eh?” he asks, still chuckling lightly.

You nod, questioning weather you should feel offended that the man in front of you can’t seem to stop chuckling.

“I’m heading that way, actually. I’m guessing we’re in the same class. I could show you where it is.”

“Ugh, thank God!” you grunt, feeling relieved. Sipping what’s left of your watered down iced coffee, you nod to him. “Let’s go.”

“Umm, actually, can you wait a sec? I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be quick I promise.” The man in front of you hold his hand up as if to assure you he wasn’t lying.

A chuckle slipped out of your mouth and you nod before following the man towards the bathroom.

“I’m Mark, by the way.” the man walking next to you introduced himself. Making sure his hands are dry by patting it on his shirt before offering it for you to shake.

After introducing yourself, you arrived in front of a big wooden door with a big slab of glass running through the middle of it.

“You can sit next to me, the seats in front are all taken I think.” Mark offers kindly. Which of course you accept, a friendly face was exactly what you needed that day.

And that’s how you met Mark, your dearest, closest best friend.

Throughout the years, you and Mark become inseparable. It is not a strange thing for someone to ask you where Mark is when his phone is unreachable. Reserving two seats for you knowing Mark would also tag along anyway.

Here’s the thing, being around Mark is easy and comfortable. He feels like home.

Mark is your person as you are his. You tell Mark everything and he also tells you everything about him. Well, most things.

Countless nights spent with you burning his ears off talking about your shitty love life. How your ocean-deep love for Haechan is never reciprocated.

Mark is a great listener, he might never give you any advice on how to deal with your stupidity when it comes to Heachan—sometimes you wonder why, cause he seems to always have an opinion about everything else—but you don’t care. All you needed was to be heard. To feel heard. And Mark give you just that.

“What’s up, lover boy?” Jaemin greets Mark when he set his book bag down near the couch.

“Shut up, man.” He jokingly brush him off. Taking the guitar and placing it on his lap.

Jeno then pops out of nowhere, startling both Mark and Jaemin. “You coming tonight, lover boy? You know Haechan always throw the best parties.” he wiggles his brows.

“Of course Mark is going, his little girlfriend is gonna be there. Where is she, anyway? Aren’t you guys supposed to be glued together or something?” Jaemin continue to tease.

Mark taps the guitar strings, “First of all,” then he strums a chord, “not my girlfriend.” his slender fingers quick to adjust to another chord before strumming once more. “Second, she’s getting her nails done.” another strum of the guitar follows before he quietly murmured “for Haechan’s party.”

“How are you the smartest person I know yet capable of being this stupid?” Jeno tsks, shaking his head as he head for the fridge.

“Remind me to never let you copy my assignments from now on.” Mark jokes. Knowing exactly what Jeno is implying with him being stupid.

Mark never know that it would end up like this. What started out as friendship has grown stronger. At least for him.

Maybe it was the way you always put everyone else’s feelings before yours. Accommodating people’s wants and needs, even if it means going the extra miles.

Always so kind towards other people yet never really expect the same from them. Always so selfless, smiling through the inconvenience people threw your way. Mark knows that you know you can say no. You just choose not to. Making him want to be the person you could rely on.

Or maybe it was your pure heart. You love hard, you really do. Too bad it’s never to the right person. What a shame, really.

Mark wishes he had the strength to show his feelings. The courage to just shut you up when you tell him that you feel like shit and unwanted. To kiss the pain from your voice away. To show you how amazing you really are. How you deserve to be treated.

Mark though it was only a phase. Maybe the endless hours spent together, be it studying or just hanging out in your room was taking a toll on him. But, nowadays he started to doubt himself.

“Yeah, right.” he often find himself mumble quietly, running circles inside that big ass head of his—yes, you’ve confirmed it. Mark has a big ass head. Making him all the more grateful you always gift him beanie and bucket hat instead of baseball cap. Truth be told, he’d love it regardless.

Mark tried plenty of times, he went on dates. Yet, his mind kept on wondering whether you’ve had dinner or not. Or would you like the gnocchi he’s been playing with through his entire date. Or is the music that’s been quietly playing in the background would suit your questionable music taste. Everything just somehow linked back to you.

Most of the girls were nice, hell, all of them were nice. But they’re just not you.

Sometimes, he’d think it was his ego. His needs to be needed. You were so out of it and all over the place sometimes, makes him want to take care of you. You make him feel good about a lot of things.

“You look very pretty.” you hear Mark say when you step into his car. Grinning widely when you roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna shoot my shot tonight, Markie! It’s now or never. I’m tired of Haechan only seeing me as friends. I mean, I’m not all that bad, right? I’m pretty—like you just said. I’m always cheerful. I could make a great girlfriend. Don’t you think?” you bring your body forward, pestering your bestfriend for some validation. You need all the ego boost you could get for tonight.

Mark could feel his gut stirring inside. Tonight, huh?

“Earth to Markie! Hello?” you wave a hand in front of his face.

“My bad, I just randomly thought of something. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mark scrambles to turn the car on.

“Yeah, what? Are you okay, dude?” you ask genuinely concern. Your bestfriend was never the type to get all panicky. Something must’ve going on.

“Yeah, you’d make a great girlfriend.” was the last thing Mark said to you through the entire 20-minute ride to Haechan’s house.

What was supposed to be ‘the night’ for you, took turn for the absolute worst.

You were so eager to find Haechan as soon as you step into the party. The music blasting from the speakers pumping adrenaline straight to your gut.

Light airy steps got heavier the more you step into the living room. The visual of Haechan shoving his tongue down someone’s throat is all you could focus on. Smiling into the kiss like some simp in love.

Your vision’s getting blurry from the hot tears threatening to spill out. The air feels thick, the smell of booze doesn’t smell like a good time no more.

You didn’t feel the arm that suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, turning you around towards the front door. Helping you walk on your trembling limbs.

Everything was happening so fast. One second you were standing on Haechan’s living room grasping for air and the next you’re bawling your eyes out in your bestfriend’s arm. Soiling his ironed Ralph Lauren shirt with mixture of hot tears and snot.

Mark was there. Mark is always there. By your side as you pick up your shattered heart, gluing it back to together. He even helped gluing some of the pieces.

Mark was there, waiting patiently as you slowly turned back into your old self. The one he fell in love with.

Maybe what happened that night was for the best. Mark feel bad for feeling this way, but that was what you needed to finally get over Haechan.

You no longer fix your hair when Haechan walks by. You no longer care whether Haechan’s gonna be at the hang out later or not. You are over him.

“Wanna go get some Korean food?” Mark suggests over the phone.

“Kimchi jjigae?” you elaborate. Earning a groan from him.

“Something else. Literally anything except that.”

“Literally what is your problem with kimchi jjigae, Mark?!” you sound offended. Though it’s true you started eating kimchi jjigae just so you can resonate with Heachan, but over the time, you genuinely enjoy it. Annoying Mark everytime.

“I’m sick of it.” Mark groans. Never actually made his peace with the stuff you adopted when you were still head over heels towards Haechan.

“Then you pick! You know what? You’re pissing me off lately. Get that stick out of your ass before you come and talk to me!” you hang up the call before throwing your phone towards your bed.

Mark’s hands smacking the steering wheel repeatedly. Frustration consumes the better part of him. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” Mark shouts to himself.

“Can’t fucking man up, I know that’s what.” Mark answer himself. Turning his car engine on before zooming to your place.

You barely caught you breath after cursing the hell out of Mark after the call ended earlier when someone—you obviously know who it is—starts pounding on your door.

“Open the door, please. I need you to hear me out.” Mark pleas, sounding way too soft for someone who just drove twenty miles above the speed limit all the way to your place.

You stand up immediately, stopping before you turn the door knob separating the two of you. “Are you done being an asshole? Cause I don’t have the energy to fight with you, Mark.”

“Please, open the door.” his plea sounds a lot sadder that before, weaken your pounding heart.

There are a bunch of things you expect when opening the door, but Mark, down on his knees looking defeated and red was definitely not one of them.

Mark breathes out you name, face looking up. He looked… nervous?

“I am sorry,—”

“As you should be,” you cut him off.

“Not just about earlier,” he paused, raising to his full height. Making you look up in the process. “But also for what I’m about to do”

Mark didn’t let you say anything before stepping into your personal space, catching you off guard. His hands fly up to cup each side of your face, causing heat to spread all over your body.

He breathes out your name wholeheartedly, “My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you that day. The day you were lost and can’t find our class. I’ve been running round in circles ever since. You take me to the places that alone I’d never find.”

“What are you saying, Mark?” your voice came out more like sigh.

“I can’t fight it no more. I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” Mark breathes heavily before leaning down and crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet, it was filled with rage and desperation. It was filled with needs, it was like the kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. He doesn’t want the kiss, he needs it.

The shocked you felt was quickly washed off by the heat radiating from his soft lips working its way in against yours. Begging to be let it. Begging for you.

Your limp hands somehow find its strength to circle his waist, welcoming him with open arms as your lips do the same.

“What the fuck was that?” you laugh in his face when Mark finally have the decency to let you breathe.

He joins your chuckle as he connects your forehead with his. “Guess it finally get too much to handle.”

“What is?” your hands play with the hair on his nape.

“My feelings for you.” his voice lowers in volume.

You scoff, “You don’t get to feel shy after you just kissed me like a madman starving.” you try to pinch his sides. Earning a laugh so crisp you can’t help to join in.

“What took you so long?” you ask, outing yourself of knowing about his feelings already. Though it is obvious, you yourself are also afraid of pulling the trigger. Not wanting to lose the precious connection you and Mark have shared over the years.

“You knew?!” Mark shrieks in absolute horror.

You smack his forearm, “Everyone with brain size bigger than a shot glass would know, Markie!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything.” he pester, eyes still bulging out.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t wanna risk it. What we have, you know? And I know you’d break, eventually.”

“Of course, cause if it’s me begging on my knees it wouldn’t be a problem.” he rolls his eyes.

You stand on your tippy toes before landing a quick smooch on his lips. “Just like what I planned.”

“You little minx!” he bops your nose before throwing you on the bed, joining your laugh as you try to crawl away.

Things turned out way better than neither of you expected. The afternoon spent laughing, pointing out the times any of you showed affection more than what a friend should. Laughter and shrieks of embarrassment filled the small space of your bedroom. With the craving for kimchi jjigae long forgotten.

[uh-niran-really]

Heeellooo! This is my first time requesting a fic so sorry if its a little messy.. if requests are still open i'd like to ask for a lifeweaver x fem!reader angst fic where reader is niran's assistant and she has a huge crush on him, one week while niran was working on his project non-stop with barely any sleep he accidentally lashes out on reader on the day she was supposed to confess, the reader leaves upset and gets kidnapped by the people trying to steal niran's biolight and getting severely injured, shes held hostage and her kidnappers use her as a way to get the information for biolight. Niran receives this information and insert a whole sad sequence where the poor boy is scared bc he also loves her and feels scared and/or guilty bc of the last words he said to her and gets the help of sym to get reader back? Idk- 🥹as long as it has a happy end. Sorry if this was too long/messy!! (🥹Idk where to send this request sorry if i sent it twice)

Assistance (Lifeweaver X Fem reader)

Content: Angst, including blood mention as well as cuts and bruises. Small fluff at the end.

Word Count: 4,000+

A/N: This was just a joy to write, my apologies for taking a little longer with this one, and for the length! Thank you so much for your request and I really hope that you enjoy it! 🪷

The week was coming to an end, though you wish it wasn’t. You didn’t like the weekends, they were long and boring without him. Niran Pruksamanee. You were his gorgeous lab assistant, working with him to achieve greatness in the form of living light.

“Good morning Y/N, I’m happy to see you!”

“Good morning Mr Pruksama-“

“I’ve told you Niran is perfectly fine darling, no need to be so formal with me. Come see what I’m working on.” His smile was radiant and warm. Something you often found charming about him. Niran was excited, really excited. He was so close to a breakthrough, he could feel it. He spent the next few hours talking you through his progress. There had been so much! Biolight was evolving, growing. You were stunned.

“You work so hard Niran.”

“Not hard enough I fear.”

You wanted to hug him and tell him he was the most amazing man in the world, because to you he was. Nothing else compared to the kindness he showed you and others, nor the way he dedicated his life to healing the world. Niran was so pure and not to mention handsome as hell. You found yourself sneaking glances most days, hoping he wouldn’t notice, though often he did, smiling back at you. You were crushing on him, hard. Had been for sometime. Working so closely together caused you to develop feelings for the man, deep feelings. Though who could blame you?

“Are you going to stand there gawking at me all day dear?”

“Huh? What? Oh… sorry.. I spaced out a little.”

“You are just the cutest thing when you space out. Tell you what, you help me with this last bit of paperwork and I’ll let you leave early.”

“Oh.. no! It’s okay. I want to stay here.” He cocked his head to the side, unsure what you meant by that, yet he smiled anyway.

“You’re too good to me Y/N! But it’s going to be a long weekend for me here, I’d feel better if you were getting some rest.”

It was nice to know he cared. He would make such a caring partner. Always so gentle and sweet, very quick to compliment all the things you do, no matter how small. He notices how hard you work too, something not many people notice.

“Okay, then allow me to finish up the paper work for you and grab you a coffee.” Your smile could light up a room.

He smiles too, accepting your sweet offer, even going as far as to kiss your forehead, which of course makes you blush and twirl your fingers through your hair. In this moment you decided you would confess. Declare your burning crush on him and hope he feels the spark too. Niran was sweet to everyone, but you swear with you it was different. The weekend would help clear your thoughts ready to confess to him on Monday, a day that both excited you and terrified you.

——🪷——

You practically skipped to work on Monday morning, feeling a mix of butterflies and a twinge of nerves. Still, you were excited to see Niran, he hadn’t returned your calls or read your texts. He often updated you on things when he went home for the day, but this weekend was different. You decided to do something nice for him and stop by the florist to get him some flowers, a gesture you hoped would make him smile that gorgeous smile he did. He adored flowers, and you were sure the real kind would be even sweeter than biolight flowers. You had written a love letter ready to hand it to him after confessing your feelings. This would accompany the flowers nicely.

Flowers in hand, you walked up to the lab, ready to confess your love for him. You step in the lab, setting the flowers down briefly before taking your coat off and switching it for a long white lab coat. You tuck your hair back neatly and find a compact mirror in your pocket which you use to look at yourself, wanting to look your best for him. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him.

“Niran! Good morn-“

“Not now.” His tone was flat, hinting at tiredness and frustration.

You were a bit surprised by this, Niran had only ever shown you affection in the mornings. He looked tired though. Really tired. Almost like he hadn’t slept since you last saw him.

“I got you some flo-.” You offer in hopes that it would make him smile, before you are cut off.

“I said not now! Can’t you see I’m busy?!”

“Oh.. I’m so sorry.. I.. didn’t mean to inter-“

“Y/N! HUSH! I don’t care what you have to say right! I’m so stressed out.” Niran spun to face you, the bags under his eyes giving away this mental state, he looked incredibly stressed out. You hated seeing him like this. “Great now I lost where I was SO THANK YOU Y/N! THANK YOU FOR THE DISTRACTION. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT, AT MY EXPENSE NO LESS.”

He watched as you trembled, feeling like a fool. Tears came quickly, his words prickling at your skin like tiny needles. You could feel your heart race with despair. He had yelled at you.. you had Interrupted him.

“I-I- I’m sorry..”

You drop the flowers and run out of his lab, sobbing heavily now, your heart pounding and head a mess. You had fallen for him so much that this stung. You missed the kind Niran, the sweetheart who would do anything to make you smile. Niran watched the flowers drop to the floor and you run away in tears. He groaned feeling awful right away. He didn’t mean to upset you, he didn’t even want to yell. He never yelled at anyone, he was just… so tired and stressed.

“Y/N, Please come back!” He reached out for you debating to pull you back into his arms but he was fast enough as you disappeared from his sight. He scooped up the flowers noticing how beautiful they were, just like you. He felt sick with guilt knowing that he had just hurt someone he cared about deeply. It reminded him of how he had hurt Satya..

You ran outside, still wearing your lab coat, which would prove to be your downfall as you were snatched up by a pair of strong arms.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” A female voice purred. She was a short woman with purple hair and an undercut.

“Sombra.” A raspy called in annoyance.

“Aye, sorry.”

You watched in horror as she reached out and hacked a car, which slammed to a stop. She opened the door and pulled the driver out, almost effortlessly.

“Cars here!”

The raspy man sighed, clearly annoyed before dragging you to the car, forcing you inside. Of course you tried your best to resist, but it was futile.

“NIRAN!” You screamed before you were knocked out with the barrel of a shotgun, car door slamming shut as you blacked out.

——🪷——

The room was dark, but you could make out the faintest smile of a woman who sat in the corner by candle light. You felt groggy and your head felt sticky from warm blood that matted its way into your hair and down your face. The hit from the shotgun barrel had cracked your head open, and it hurt, pain throbbing through your body.

“You’re awake I see, grand, I can begin.”

“What.. what’s going on?”

The women ignored your questions and took a few steps closer to you, bringing the candle with her. She was a tall pale woman with short cropped red hair. She dressed almost like Niran, lab coat and a suit, but instead of his prosthetic she had a decaying purple arm.

“Now, you can confirm you know Niran Pruksamanee, is that correct?”

“Yes..”

“Judging from your lab coat is safe to assume you work with him at his lab?”

“I.. I.. won’t tell you that.”

“Tell me or don’t, it makes no difference.”

She pulled over a camcorder and began to set it up. Your heart began to pound just like your head. What did these people want? You didn’t know for sure, but you did know they were dangerous.

“You’re going to send him a little message, though, you don’t quite look the part. That can be fixed however.”

You hear the sounds of footsteps walk closer to you from behind, the fear you feel growing, just like the coming pain. A chuckle in the dark tells you all you need to know.

——🪷——

Niran paced around his lab, worried about you. He had tried to call and send you apology texts, yet he heard nothing. He was a fool for hurting you like that. You were such a joy in his life and he would never forgive himself for the way he acted. He swore that when he next saw you he would set things right.

He felt a presence behind him, suddenly turning to find… nothing? He could have sworn there was someone there, but maybe his eyes deceived him. Then he noticed a tap with a small note, that wasn’t there before. Strange. It’s as if an invisible person had come into his lab and dropped something off.

“Play me if you want to see her again”

The look on his face was akin to shock horror as his thoughts went to both you or Satya Vaswani, his closest friend. Either outcome being a worst case scenario for him. He fumbled with the tap placing it in a player and hitting play on his remote.

“Hello Pruksamanee, my name isn’t important but I can assure you, you’ll know soon enough.” He thought he recognised the man, but he couldn’t be sure. He thought this was the leader of Talon.

He watched as the camera panned to you, tied to a chair, a gag in your mouth, face cut and bruised. They had beaten you, if not worse. The could only see parts of your body, but what he did see was enough to make him dizzy. He felt his blood boil realising that you had been kidnapped, and it was all his fault.

“I imagine you’re confused, but please allow me to clear things up for you. You give us the information on your biolight and we’ll let this.. lovely thing go.”

He watched as the man on camera walked closer to you, a hand resting on your bruised cheek, taunting him. Niran hissed watching as he gripped both your cheeks in one hand, hating the way you cried out in pain.

“You know what we are capable of, you aren’t a fool. We are more than willing to make a trade. Your choice.”

He felt sick. He could hardly breathe as panic set in. Niran had feelings for you, deep feelings. Seeing you so beat up and bruised hurt him, though he knew his pain was nothing in comparison to what you must be feeling.

“Y/N.. no.. no..no..” His breathing increased, almost sending him into a panic attack. “Get a grip Niran.. get a grip.. it’s fine.. it’s fine..”

But things weren’t fine. If only he hadn’t snapped at you, you would be by his side right now chatting away and flirting with him. He should have been more patient. You were just trying to be sweet, something he adored most about you. He hated himself for putting you thought that, hated the way he treated you, hated how he put you in danger with criminals that would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Before he could get a handle on his breathing he broke down, tears consuming his eyes as he staggered over to a desk to hold himself up.

“No.. no.. no..”

Then he saw it. On the ground a letter in a pretty pink envelop, with this name printed in your gorgeous hand writing. Your love letter. It had slipped under the desk when you dropped the flowers. He hesitated before picking it up, unsure if he should open it, guilt already getting the better of him. His mind already in a fragile state. Was this what he thought..?

“Niran,

I wanted to let you know how special you make me feel. I love the way you smile at me and tell me how special I am. It’s nice to have someone notice my work ethic, especially someone as amazing as you.

I have feelings for you… and that’s because you make me believe I am beautiful, even when I don’t always believe that. I’m falling for you and I just had to let you know. I think you are the most amazing person I have ever met. I love hearing about the way you want to heal the world, the way you stop at nothing to achieve your dreams. I love your selflessness.

You are right, Vishkar doesn’t deserve you. You put others needs first and that’s a beautiful quality to have. I’m glad I can come on his journey with you and I don’t want it to end. I really like you Niran.

Yours (If you want me)

Y/N.”

Niran stifled tears, feeling so much worse for yelling at you. He would have loved to hear you confess to him, he imagined the moment would have been so sweet and tender. He just had to yell at you and send you running, straight into the arms of armed psychopaths that wanted to steal his tech. He pictured your beautiful face again, twisted in fear, bruised and cut up. Who knows what they would do to you, he could only imagine the horrors in store. He cared so deeply it hurt. He would do anything to get you back. You were special to him and he wanted to tell you that himself.

He hurried over to his phone, picking it up to call his best friend, knowing she would help him in anyway she could. He needed to hear her voice, to get a sense of calm for his thoughts. He needed to be babied in this moment, to be Instructed on what to do, a regime. Who better than her.

“Satya?”

“What do you want Niran? I’m at wor-“

“They took her.. the girl I told you about.. THEY TOOK HER!” His breathing got worse, panic once again setting in. “I’m worried sick Satya.. they hurt her… they aren’t going to stop!”

“Bua, calm down. I can’t help you if you’re hysterical.”

Niran paced the lab again, free hand combing his hair with his fingers as a way to cope. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to save you. Still he did as she asked and tried to focus on his breathing. She listened, allowing him time to breathe and get his head in a better frame of mind.

“Okay.. okay.. I’m calm.. I’m calm.. Satya please.”

“Tell me what you know. I’ll help where I can.”

——🪷——

Everything hurt. The pain you felt was almost unbearable. They had beaten you for the camera, wanting Niran to know they were serious. They promised to do much worse if they didn’t get what they wanted. You worried how Niran must be feeling. You loved him after all. A part of you wondered if he even cared about you, quickly dismissing this thought. Of course he cared, he just had a few too many sleepless nights, causing him to lash out. Of course he cared for you.

“Niran..” You sigh, just thinking of him. He was your person and you couldn’t help but daydream of a better situation for yourself, with him.

“You love him, don’t you?” A French accent called out into the dark.

You jumped, not realising that anyone was even there to begin with. The voice laughed, before you heard the click of heels trail down the hallway, closer to you.

“I.. I won-“

“I loved someone once. I killed him for it. You’re a smart girl, you must know he’ll come for you soon enough.” The voice almost reassuring. You weren’t sure what to believe.

——🪷——

“Niran, are you sure you want to do this?”

“What choice do I have Satya?”

They pair hugged. She had come as quickly as she could, knowing her friend needed him. Together they went through the information and pieced together a plan for how they would get you out, safely. Niran was ready to give up his Biolight, though Satya wasn’t so eager, insisting that he keep his Biolight and find another way.

“We’ll get her back. I’m excited to meet her.”

“You’d honestly love her.. she’s.. so sweet. I think you’d be great friends Satya.”

“Then I am happy for you, Bua. Be safe.”

“You too.”

The pair hugged again, before splitting off to commence their plan. Satya would act as the negotiator, whilst setting up teleports in and out for Niran to use to get you out. It would be risky, but Niran was willing to do anything he could to rescue you. Satya volunteered to be the one to get you out, but he declined on the basis that he would not loose her too. If things went wrong, he’d be the one to take the fall.

Satya set up the first teleport whilst she made the phone call to the group, attempting to buy Niran some time.

Once inside Niran searched for you. He was certain they would keep you deep inside the building and he was correct. The walls all looked the same, expect for the walls that appeared in the tape he was sent. He just needed to find them. Sure enough, the walls changed and he was on the right path.

“Y/N?” He whispered around, trying his best not to draw attention to himself. He listened in waiting to hear a reply as he walked down the long halls.

“N..Niran..” You stutter. He freezes, unsure of where your voice came from.

“Y/N where are you dearest? Keep talking to me.”

You were unsure of what to say. You were so tired and beaten. Everything hurt. You just wanted to get out of this place. Back home. Back to normality. Back to Niran. He called out again pleading with you to talk to him.

“Please Y/N.. I’m so sorry… please.. talk to me..” He sounded heartbroken, scared you would hate him for what he did. “Please.. I’m begging you.. I love you..”

His words hit you like a freight train. He loved you. He really loved you. After all this time you worried for nothing because Niran was here and ready to save you. You just needed to call out to him.

“Niran.. I’m here. Can you hear me?”

“I can! Stay there, I’m coming. I’m going to get you out of here.”

You smile as you see a flicker of cream hair pass the dark room you are in. It was only for a second but it filled your heart with such joy to know he really came for you and it wasn’t just a ploy to toy with your emotions.

“Niran!!”

You watched as his ears picked up on your voice, his face finding yours, eyes meeting. He looked relieved, but also distraught. Quickly, he hurried over to you dropping to his knees and placing his head on your bound lap.

“Please forgive me.. I am so deeply sorry for how I treated you..”

He cuts the restraints with his Biolight thorns, watching as your exhausted body waterfalls down the chair, slumping into your arms.

“I have you. It’s okay… I’m going to get you out of here my love..”

“That would be nice..” You feel him scoop you up, resisting the urge to kiss you. To him, seeing you so beaten and scratched up was hell. Your pretty features bloodied and swollen. Your pretty H/C hair matted with blood, the wound on your head still sore and tender. The sight of you was enough to destroy him, and it did.

“I’m so sorry beautiful… my.. what did they do to you Tii Rak..”

With all the strength you could muster which wasn’t much, you wrap your arms around him to hug him, wincing and hissing through the pain.

“Let’s get you out of here..”

He pulled a device from his pocket and pressed it, alerting Satya to create a teleport to his location. She of course wasted no time, allowing Niran to carry you out of the horrible place and into a safer location. His apartment. He placed you gently on a plush coach, kissing the top of your head softly.

“There.. you’re safe now.”

“Bua! I was worried.” Satya called, she stood out of the way knowing Niran would want to focus on you.

“We’re okay. I need to heal her, but we made it out thanks to you. Truly, thank you Satya.”

They hugged again, it was a beautiful sight to see. Niran often spoke about Satya and how much she meant to him. It was nice to see him interact with her in the way he did. You could tell they had been friends for years, a deep bind that could never be broken. You wanted something like that with him.

Turning his attention to you again he flicked his right wrist, a small lotus flower pulsing in his hand. He held the flower watching as it bloomed, before firing it towards you.

“This might feel a bit.. odd. My apologies.”

The feeling was a little strange, like a vibration seeping into your skin, but it felt so wonderful, like you were being given a warm hug. The pain melted away, letting you breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ll leave you to it Bua. Talon are still on some wild goose chase. You should have enough time to move things and start over.”

“You truly are the bestest friend a man could ask for.”

“I know, so you tell me.” She smiled before turning to you. “Niran tells me you are someone special. I would like to get to know you once you are feeling better of course.”

You nodded, relieved that she wanted to get to know you. Niran spoke about her so often that it warmed your heart to know she was as sweet as he recalled. With a small wave goodbye she was gone.

Focus was on you again, Niran took your hand in his and held it close to his chest. The way he acted today had caused you a great deal of pain and that is something he would never forget. You saw the pain in his eyes, the tears that formed, threatening to spill.

“Allow me to offer my deepest apologies Y/N. I was… a horrible person this morning. You didn’t deserve that. I understand that I have caused you so much pain.. I understand I could have caused your demise.. I will NEVER stop working to make sure you are safe and cared for..”

“Niran..”

“I understand if you want to quit.. I wouldn’t blame you.. but.. I just want you to know.. I’ve developed feeling for you too.. I.. read your letter.. and it was so moving. I too love how you smile and the way your face lights up a room.. being with me.. is dangerous.. that’s why I have to leave.. I don’t expect you to-“

“Then I’m coming with you.”

He stared unblinking, tears finally falling. He felt his heart pound in his chest. You too couldn’t help but tear up. You forgave him for everything, knowing it wasn’t his fault. He had always been so good to you, it was inevitable you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

“You will? Oh Y/N.. you’re too good to me.. I will never stop hating myself for what you went through today.”

“Of course Niran.” You pull him in for a hug, sighing at the safety you felt. He melted into your body, silently sobbing, grateful you were okay. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He scooped you up again, carrying you lovingly to his bathroom, to draw you a nice hot bath. You snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and warm. He was so caring. You felt the love he poured out.

“Niran?”

“Yes dearest?”

You reach up and plant a soft kiss on his jaw, watching as a smile spreads across his face, before turns his head and captures your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. The first of many he would give you today.

[onebraincell-itmiebcraft]

Okay time for the liveblogging of real life in order (liveblogging life SMP call that lifeblogging) I have never done this b4 be easy on me

Grian

I've already watched his perspective at like 5 in the morning but heyyyyy nothing wrong with rewatching with added non sleep deprived commentary but also not really memories of what I originally thought watching this too :^))

I remember being so stunned they called it real life and the anatomically correct heart 🫀tickled my funny bone heeheehoo hahaha

Thought when grian said replay 3rd life I thought they'd reenact it 😭

We live in a society taxes man (I could ramble about it)

GRIAN IRL FACE!!!

has anyone fell over btw?

No lie that B can BIG

Reminds me of slimecicle jshitt and traves VR Minecraft where Travis got progressively shorter what a laugh

Does Scott ever see his scream

Is it take the Mick or take the nick love that idiom

RENDOG!

Scar looks like a child doing that thing

Awww hug

ABUSE

scar take the headset off dzuh 🫀🫀🫀

Grian literally me balance issues

Yugioh????

I called it, scar would say he's American 😎

I'm eating dinner while watching this at the same time what fun w

Giran called solidaritygaming jimmy no way + he died first fr this time + loud "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Perfectly timed his mic peaking is iconic

Ha haa!

He ear him bread

Really putting the mine in craft for Minecraft

reminds me of secret life EP 4 and scar is sweaty

*scar noises*

How did scar drop his phone???

Check your wrist? More like check your a- (tom cardy référence)

I love the way VR makes you hit stuff goofy

Can you run in game if you irl

(watch him die)

Haha he died

Why Jim is he sabotaging him

Jim Jim Jim gym gym

Doesn't Jim die here oh LMFAO he does

Jimmy you are famous to me

(scout voice) Chicken

How did scar die???

I love how vr makes them expressive Jim pointing to village house is so funny

There's only one bed

Wtf is happening in top right corner in 9min 30 sec

Ayyyyy there's grian the maniac love the casual position of the arms

Last life you can join me moment

Egg

Grian gaslighting

Jimmy you wanna dance quote of the year

PvP is so silly

Skizz is fighting a losing battle Jim killed him icon

I love how grian and Jim's yells overlap there's probably something music theory there idk

Awww scar he's so funny

Go pick him up from daycare haha

Facing away from the camera we live in a society

OHHHHH impulse big smart man Jimmy's arm movements are so smooth it's solly

Jimmy immediately leaving for fish cocomelon brain I agree

Love the arm movements

Lol they actually like down

It's okay grian scuffed is worth celebrating

Has anyone layed on their side

Friend just texted me about my monologue what am I doing man I have an audition tomorrow

Anyway Minecraft vr

The lying down model inventory so goofy

Rewatching the bread scene no wonder tumblr loves it looks like Jim jam actually has a mouth 👄

Impulsesv guess the build sheep flashbacks

Best sleepover

Polyamorous tony (died)

Sleepover reminds me of crazy Christmas w/gem and pearl

Grown men learn how to close doors

Minecraft fatshaming grian smh my head

Man thought it was more than Joel there + o2 max(xing) scar love it (i use maxxing ironically) (it's such a stupid suffix to me linguistically funny) (I hate incels) (don't cancel me tumblr) (I love all genders)

Two steps: die, and die

Jimmy isn't on fire??

Casual "it burns so much!" Love it

Wait right Jim still has a wooden sword

Joel Joel Joel Joel you know that one part in waiting for Godot where they just go back and forth in saying aideu yeah

So silly

Jim saying get in British people man

"noffing" - joel is it a British thing

Love Joel screaming he's so malding

Just remembered how scary heights are in VR because I thought for a second "why don't they jump down? are they stupid?" (Meme Reference) (Didn't actually think that) ("Stupid" is kinda stupid but I digress)

Hole

Boob stroke

Does scar enjoy the swimming

Why *does* swimming cause motion sickness anyway

Why bucket scar (this is a bucket)

Brain eating amoeba

GOON SQUAD!!!

Love Grian's arm movements I really did thonk Jim was gonna win for the funnies

He says come here weirdly

The joy of killing

Is Jim punching

It's okay hiking simulation

Go Jim go what a gamer boy

I remember the triple dog door dugout is like... Gem's? Joel's? Uhhhh I fotgor

Concussion era

Fresh meat

I just love their dynamics

JIM STOP SOUNDING LIKE THAT it's like his eyes are 🥺 and his mouth is boowomp spongebob like he's got tears in eyes scrimblo sounding ass

Ohhh there's my favourite theatre kids

'orrible

Joel saying boys make me happy

Wait that can misinterpreted

Joel saying "boys" sounds pleasant to my ears

I remember watching this part and going GRIAN FIRST OUT HUH???

awww the funnies

Love the way gem says "we're the last Grians. Grians? Greens!" It's like... Spunky

Grian falling reminds me of my scuffed keyboard when it registers a button press as a hold and then I like never stop walking right *sigh*

The downward spiral by nine inch nials

Ascending is TRUE watcher lore

Oh the music is so cute

Bye scar! Bye Joel!

Okay never let me liveblog cook again i kinda listened to the vid instead of watching reading this does not make sense to anyone but me reference hell half formulated thoughts RIP BOZO HAHA

Maybe I'll like do it in 5 mins chunks for JJJJJJoel and the next ones onward I spent like an hour on this wayyyyy too long for incomplete sentences

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[sheenashifts1217]

hello! ^-^ i just saw your post about shufflemancy, and if you're still taking requests, i would love to get a message from dean winchester (he/him) from my supernatural dr.

my name is ange or angelica (she/her). i don't really have any specific questions. anything that comes through i will be happy with!

tysm for doing this for the community!! getting a reading helps so much with motivation it's crazy 🫶 and i personally LOVE shufflemancy because music means so much to me. if you decide to do this, please take your time, i'm in no rush. take care!! 🫂💕

Hello, pretty!! You’re so kind. I love doing shufflemancy and learning more about it. I love it so much because music means a lot to me as well. Im also really excited to do this reading because I love supernatural!

What Dean wants to say to you:

First song:

Lyrics standing out:

“I’m so glad you made time to see me

Your guard is up

I left them there to die

This is me swallowing my pride

I’m sorry

Nothing but missing you

Wishing I realized

All the time

I haven’t been sleeping

Your birthday passed

Watch you laughing from the passenger side (I literally saw you laughing in his impala while y’all ride with the windows down. Sam sitting in the back seat pouting)

Gave me all your love (he feels that you’re the best thing that has and will ever happen to him. Awww)

Freedom

Change my own mind

Your sweet smile

So good to me

So right

You saw me cry

I swear I’d love you right

I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t”

Oh girl, the love this man feels for you is DEEP. I’m picking up on a slow burn between you guys in the past. He hates that his guard was up so high when you guys first met or maybe started getting close and he pushed you away at first. He hates that he did that and he’s so sorry. But, you stayed anyway, even when he did push you away and he’s very grateful for that. He’s almost jealous of you because of how kind hearted and patient you are with him. It pisses him off lmao. He wants to be more like you. He says, “you make me better”. He worries he will ruin you or take away your “Pureness”, but he will never leave you. He doesn’t like that you put yourself in danger for him. He feels like he doesn’t deserve it. He wants you to hold him at night. He has a soft spot for you, but he said “you already know that”. Ever since that day you saw him at his most vulnerable and showed him that it’s okay to be vulnerable and you accept him, he’s felt like he owes you the world. He loves you so much and wants to keep you pure.

Second song:

Lyrics standing out:

“Feeling destructive

Let me break it down

Build it up

Let me be honest

Wanted to protect you

We ain’t that different (he sees himself in you, the part of him that he thought he lost)

Don’t you walk away from me

See the mansions

Falling for weakness

I know you love when I sing

Pray I get through”

Idk why, but I kept seeing that scene of him as a kid at Christmas time. He’s a self destructive person due to the trauma he’s been through. He doesn’t want to put that onto you, but he knows you’re willing to listen. He needs your reassurance. He’s afraid of saying too much and scaring you away. He sees himself in you, the part he locked away because he thought it made him weak. You amaze him because you’re like that part of him but you’re so strong. You make him feel like a kid again. He wants to sheild you from the world and wants you to always come to him and open up. He also LOVES your car rides together and when you tell him he’s a bad singer. He really loves your smile and always wants to be the reason for it. He also really wants to dance with you.

Overall, Dean put up a lot of walls in his past and didn’t know what to do when you broke them down. Im hearing “Heart attack”, by One Direction, playing in my head. That may mean something to you. He’s so happy you tore those walls down. Now he needs you to guide him without him. Like a horse getting used to not having to wear blinders anymore. Like he has so much freedom now, he doesn’t know how to use it. He wants to be able to guide you in the same way. He would give you the world. He loves how you two are playful with each other and have a very “puppy love” relationship.

Happy shifting, my love. I hope this resonates and please give feedback :) 🫶💗

Edit: also, I’m not sure if he is your s/o or not. I picked up on either him being your s/o, but I also kind of felt like a best friend kind of energy. Could be a best friends to lovers? Either way, he loves you deeply and wants you to know that. Whether it be platonically or romantically

[hairstevington]

Stranger Therapy - part 5 (epilogue)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve start officially dating after some very weird beginnings (read the rest here or on Ao3)

Word count: 1.7K (keeping it short and sweet this time)

Warnings: Steve's dad is a dick, very cute fluffy shit, domestic af, mentions of sex ig, you guys get the style by now lol

A/N: Well, you guys. This has been so fun. Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this fic, I've been so blown away by the response!! Please stick around if you like my writing. All my WIP's are coming to a close so I'll be focusing on requests soon <3

The boys were interrupted when Steve’s phone started buzzing in his pocket. 

“Ignore it,” Eddie muttered into Steve’s lips.

“I - I can’t,” Steve sighed, fumbling around his pocket to grab his phone. “Could be Robin or something.” Eddie groaned dramatically and pulled away, only to see a weird expression on Steve’s face.

“Who is it?” Eddie asked. 

“It’s, uh - It’s Dr. Bauman,” Steve replied. He answered the call and put it on speaker phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, boys,” Murray announced, somehow knowing they were still together. “Do me a favor and look to your right. No, your other right. Yup, now you see those windows? Third from the left, my friends.”

Eddie and Steve squinted as they made sense of Murray’s instructions. It wasn’t until they noticed familiar curtains and an even more familiar man through the glass. 

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. Murray waved through the window with a bright, taunting smile. 

“Yeah, oh shit,” he repeated. “I think our work together is done.”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other apologetically. Sure, Eddie had initiated the kiss, but Steve certainly hadn’t done anything to stop it. 

They really were idiots, weren’t they?

“Doc, are you breaking up with us?” Eddie asked. He tried to keep his usual teasing up, but his voice was far more resigned than usual. 

“Listen,” Murray said over the phone. “You’re good people, and I’m glad you finally figured it all out. Mazel Tov. Enjoy your budding relationship, and I’d encourage you to continue going to counseling if you still wish to work on things. Individual counseling.”

“Right,” Steve said, clicking his tongue. “You don’t happen to have any recommendations, do you?” Eddie looked at Steve, eyebrows raised in amusement. 

“Really?” he whispered. Steve looked back and shrugged.

“I can email you a list,” Murray responded. “And boys?”

“Yeah?” they responded.

“If, years down the line, you both want to actually do couple’s counseling…” Steve and Eddie smiled, relieved they didn’t burn a bridge entirely. “Please, don’t contact me.”

Their smiles fell as the call disconnected. When they looked back at the window, the curtains were drawn closed. 

“So,” Steve said with a sigh.

“So,” Eddie echoed. “I guess since we lost Dr. Bauman…”

“We may as well do this for real,” Steve finished. He leaned in to kiss Eddie again, but stopped when he remembered where they were. He glanced back at Murray’s window to see the curtains were still closed, but pulled away from Eddie anyway. Eddie smirked, understanding completely what was going through Steve’s head because - obviously.

“Your place or mine?” he asked.

-

They ended up going to Eddie’s apartment, and one can imagine what happened after that.

They spent the rest of the day together, updating Robin on their shenanigans through quite possibly the most chaotic phone call of all time. She was in tears laughing by the end of it, and Eddie thought it was cute how Steve was joining in this time. The man was so cute when he laughed like that. There was something to be said about someone feeling completely free enough to lose their shit in front of someone else.

By the time Steve left, he realized they’d kind of forgotten to do something important.

Steve: We never actually planned our first official date!!

Eddie: Was that not it?

Steve: Dude no??? Where’s your sense of romance?

Eddie: Idk it left my brain around the time you took my pants off

Steve: aldksfjoaisd

Eddie: ;)

Eddie: ok so our first date. I’m thinking fake proposal flash mob

Steve: hahahaha very funny

Eddie: fake wedding cake tasting?

Steve: Come onnn

Eddie: or we could just fake elope in vegas

Steve: At least let me fake propose to you first

Eddie: flash mob it is! Better pick a good song or I won’t fake say yes

They went mini-golfing.

-

And then, they were dating. It was a lot easier than most other experiences Steve and Eddie had in the past. They’d already moved past the awkward initial phases of getting to know each other in surprising ways. Like, Eddie knew all about Steve’s teenage bisexuality crisis, but learned on their first date that Steve and Robin spent a summer learning basic phrases in Russian. When Eddie asked why, Steve shrugged and said, “you never know when you need something until you do.”

It was a vaguely ominous comment, but then again - Eddie had spent a few summers doing equally weird things, so he didn’t care too much. People thought he was this crazy satanist in high school for a reason, after all. 

They were all over each other from the start, but things got even more intense when Eddie met Steve’s father. 

He’d shown up at 6pm one night with heavy knocking on the door. Eddie and Steve were cooking dinner together when they heard it. Steve told Eddie to hold the fort while he tended to whatever visitor he was getting. He figured it was some angry delivery driver or Robin had locked herself out again or maybe even Dustin stopping by to tell Steve about some new video game he was excited for. 

Instead, it was Mr. Harrington in the flesh. And he looked incredibly unhappy - although, that was kind of just how he looked in general. 

“Dad?” Steve asked, confused. “What are you doing here?”

Steve’s dad held up a bill and shoved it in his son’s hands. Steve read it over and saw it - 

Four charges to Dr. Bauman for Psychotherapy, billed to the Harrington’s insurance. 

Oh, shit.

“Why am I paying for you to see a shrink?” he asked, using the condescending tone of voice Steve had hated ever since he was a kid. As if going to therapy was this crazy thing. As if his dad didn’t need it even more than he did.

“I - uhhhh…” Steve’s mind was blank. He’d found out through years of trial and error that there wasn’t really a way to win an argument with his dad. “I can pay for it, if you want. And I’m not going anymore, so you won’t get any more charges.” 

“Yeah, you’re paying for it,” Mr. Harrington demanded as he pushed his way past Steve and into the apartment. God, he’s such a royal asshole.

“You know, I was planning on paying for it anyway, even though you’re a millionaire and I live paycheck to paycheck, but sure. Be a dick about it.” 

Steve blushed immediately. Oh shit, I just called my father a dick. To his face. I’m so screwed.

“What did you just call me?” Steve could see the steam coming out of his dad’s ears. He hadn’t been this mad since -

“Hello, you must be the infamous Mr. Harrington,” Eddie said as he joined them in the living room. He stuck his hand out, then thought better of it and wiped it on his pants first. “Sorry, my hands are a bit wet. Was chopping up some peppers so I just washed them.”

This was a very bold move on Eddie’s part, and yet he was completely fearless about it. 

“Who are you?” Steve’s dad asked, the red in his face paling just a bit as he settled on confusion. 

“I’m Steve’s boyfriend. Eddie. Nice to meet you, sir.” Eddie kept his hand held out until Mr. Harrington shook it out of sheer awkwardness. It was clear Eddie was not one to back down. 

Oh, also - they hadn’t officially labeled themselves as boyfriends yet. They totally were, obviously, they just hadn’t had the confirmation yet. 

Well, no time like the present?

“Boyfriend?” Steve’s dad questioned, his anger returning. “Oh, well I - I didn’t know you had one of those.” Eddie snickered at the choice of words. One of those. Jesus Christ, this guy sucks.

Mr. Harrington was a lot of things, but at least he wasn’t homophobic. Well, not outwardly. The bisexuality thing was a lot for him to get used to, but it was 2023 - being against gay people just made him look like a dick, and Mr. Harrington had a reputation to keep. 

“Yep,” Steve confirmed. “Eddie is my boyfriend.” He turned to Eddie and shared a look, communicating that yeah - they’d both just decided to be official in front of Steve’s dad. 

Pretty on brand for them, considering the way their relationship began in the first place. 

Mr. Harrington left after Steve promised to pay him back for the counseling sessions. 

“Damn,” Steve muttered once he left. 

“Yeah,” Eddie replied, rubbing the small of Steve’s back. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Steve said, still staring at the door. He shook his head. His dad and all that other bullshit was in the past, and this - what he had with Eddie, was what he needed to focus on. 

“Well, Steve,” Eddie said with a sigh. “I think we gotta get you on your own insurance.”

-

Things continued to go well, and three months later, they had another big conversation. 

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” Steve asked. 

“I dunno,” Eddie replied with a shrug. “I don’t usually do much for my birthday.”

“Yeah, well Robin loves birthdays, and she keeps telling me I need to plan something. What if we did laser tag or something?” 

Eddie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he turned to Steve with excitement.

“Watch out, you’re gonna make me fall in love with you,” Eddie said.

“Wait, you don’t love me yet?” Steve teased, tousling Eddie’s hair playfully.

“You wish,” Eddie joked back. “Steve, are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me?”

“Absolutely not,” Steve replied. “Not even a little bit.” They smirked at each other.

“But I’ve shown you my heart and soul in therapy,” Eddie continued, flashing his puppy-dog eyes.

“We both did that,” Steve countered.

“But I wrote you a song??” Eddie argued. It was true - Eddie had done that. It was extremely sexual, mostly, but in an endearing and sweet way.

“Oh my god,” Steve said, as if he had just realized something. “You totally do love me, don’t you?” 

Eddie’s grin fell from his face as his skin went pale. 

“So, anyway, laser tag sounds perfect,” he replied, effectively ending the conversation.

“I’m onto you, Munson,” Steve noted, putting an arm around Eddie’s waist as they walked into the coffee shop that had now become their usual.

Because yeah - they were in love, and they both knew it - but neither of them would reveal that fact until they came across another perfectly weird moment.

They were due for one any day now.

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[kevotsuka]

I need to hear your detailed thoughts on pregnant bezz lol. It's clear it's going to be like a single dad situation bc he has no clue who the dad is. He's a Lil nervous but the academy is very nice about it. Pecco just wordlessly starts accompanying him to every doctor's appointment. Luca is making sure he gets his prenatal vitamins on time and resting his feet and cele is a little distant at first which makes bezz feel a little sad and he doesn't know what to do about it and Luca comes over to cele and tells him to not hurt bezz when he's expecting and cele feels soo guilty he would never do anything to hurt bezz or the baby but he feels insane about the whole situation and also is a little bit obsessed with bezz and his teeny growing bump anyway they make up and cele never leaves his side like they sleep together and he rubs Bezz's feet and let's Bezz hug his cold post shower body because he's burning up due to the baby. Just my silly thoughts I want your preg bezz thoughtsssssssssss

Anon you're sooo smart because all what you say IS TRUE. Cele is so weird about preg!bezz and luca need to talk with him “how you can make our pregbez being sad?” Jail for celin. Personally I am more into bez/pecco for this AU, but bezz has a harem who cares about him and his lil babybug :)

SO THANKS for waiting for my little silly thoughts about preg!bezz, he’s very important to me lmao.

I'm writing a fic (in spanish) about this snip, i don't think i wanna post it, but preg bezz is a 9k gdocs and tried to kill me 

A thing about Bezz is how PRIVATE he wants to be (he fails). Like, he tried to separate his work and his personal life.

So in my timeline bezz was pregnant in Aus, and at first he had a very asymptomatic preg. Maybe he confuses the symptoms with the consequences of his broken collarbone, idk.

anyways, he don't ride out of weekend, don’t go to the ranch, barely training and lives stressed, sad and high in FEELINGS

It's not until before Valencia (Friday maybe) that he realize “oh, I might be pregnant” and then he DON'T CARE because it's the end of the season and all he want to do is go take a nap with his dog.  He will deal with the bug when the tests are over.

He rides on Saturday and he doesn't do too bad but he hates himself because he could be better, but it is Sunday when he FALLS because Marquez HIT HIM and he realizes that with that blow he could have lost the bug and suddenly it is unacceptable. He drinks beers on an empty stomach, goes to yell at Marc at his truck, drinks some more, goes to SKY and says “Did you know Marquez hit US?”  to anyone who wants to listen to him (people think he's talking about him and Martín, so they don't pay much attention to him)

He goes, picks up his prize completely done and thinking about his bug and how maybe he lost it because of Marquez and cries a little because of the alcohol and hormones, but do you remember that he is a private person?  DON'T TELL ANYONE.  Not his family who is there for him.  Not even Valentino.

pass the valence tests (and Bezz is irresponsible and gets back on the motorcycle) and is wednesday and Marco is at home, with his dog and looking for the number of a former schoolmate who he is sure became a gynecologist and deal with his bug that he may have lost (and he touches his belly and silently begins to pray to a god he hasn't believed in a long time).

 the bug is okay :) But beez need to stop riding rn, avoid the levels of stress that he have subjected his body and mind to in recent weeks.  That is if he want to take the baby to term, if not there is also an abortion clinic quite close there.

THEN he have the dilemma of “have the baby or continue your life as if nothing had happened?”  And the answer is that he will have that baby because he is a selfish man who feels lonely.

THEN, only after the first visit to the gynecologist post valencia test he calls Valentino and says “haha boss sorry I need to terminate my contract due to health problems :(“ and “don't you need a sexy pregnant secretary? I really can't stay without a work rn”

Valentino just lost TWO drivers in less than a month and is, of course, mad as shit, but he's also a father and tells Marco (once he hears that apparently he's going to be GRANDPA because bez is also his son) that it's okay, the academy will help you and support you in everything etc etc if you decide to return.

Marco doesn't want to tell to the boys of the academy.  Like, not at all.  He prefers to go hide in the hills before telling his friends that he chose to be a 'father' instead of chasing everyone's dream and becoming a motogp world champion etc etc

So he doesn't tell them anything (yet, he will eventually).

It is made public that he will leave the category to focus on his health and this is how the boys at the academy find out that Marco will not compete in the following season.  and Bezz practically vanished from the face of the earth.

 It is not until January, on Pecco's birthday, that he asks to meet when Bezz sends him a message to congratulate him.

Bezz says “Well, meet me at the hospital” and Pecco is clearly panicking and running to the address Bezz gave him.

 Then he sees Bezz in the parking lot, beaming and wearing those horrible oversized clothes that he likes so much and he can finally breathe easy.  He tries to ask Marco how he's been and why he disappeared, but Bezz asks him about the academy, about his family, about Pecco's grandmother??  as they walk through the hospital, towards the maternity section and Pecco begins to suspect

Then they arrive at reception, the secretary tells them that they are on time and Pecco is panicking while Marco drags him to the gynecologist, who only raises an eyebrow when she sees the MotoGP world champion there but greets him easily.

Then it's a haze for Pecco, Bezz talks about the changes in his body and the gynecologist tells Marco that they are normal things, that he has been very good and that his baby, whom Bezz insists on calling bug, has no health problems visible and developing very well for being 15 weeks old.  She then turns to Pecco and asks him to remind Marco to take his supplements because he tends to get very forgetful sometimes and that he is glad to finally meet the father.  And have him sign some documents that he has overdue :)

Pecco comes out with ink stains on his hands, lots of questions, and a strip of ultrasounds while Marco laughs at him and his expression.  Then bezz explains that he needed a companion who can come sign the papers.  That does not link Pecco to the child, only to Marco in case his family cannot come look for him in an emergency related to his baby.

Pecco: what.

[scaredgirlsilly]

my short story!

edit: finally a title!

One and the Other- by scaredgirlsilly

anyways this is like really the only story ive ever really finished and im really proud of it and like the thought process behind it so if you read it and have any questions PLEASE ASK ME OH MY GOD I WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS TO PEOPLE SO BADLY!

tell me what you liked, tell me what you didnt (tho be gentle/constructive cause it *is* like. my first every finished story lol) just fucking. talk to me about it please 😭😭

edit again: im planning on moving it to my (currently under construction) neocities so i can have way more control over the formatting than the like. tiny amount of options that mobile tumblr gives jdhsjdhajd. there is heavy use of capitalization and im not sure how to increase the readability in those sections. sorry and hopefully i can make it better when i port it to my neocities ^u^

i need to figure out how to say things in not so many words this is wild 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

anyways uhhhh

TW/CW: self harm, semi graphic descriptions of violence, mind control?? idk im really bad at this but its like. kinda fucked up KDHSKFJ so just yk. be warned

A young man walks through the hallway of a crumbling building, the constant familiar smell of mildew and blood filling his nose. His legs burn with every step, his hands rough and bloodied from running them along the wall as his only guide. The tear- and sweat-soaked blindfold across his face being the only relief from the sweltering heat. The air is oppressively still, like it is trying to hold him in place, trying to persuade him to give up his search for an exit. He does not know how he got here, nor how long he has walked these twisting halls and confusing chambers, but he knows one thing for certain. He will not make it out alive.

And he is correct.

After following the same wall for what feels like hours, he hears the sound off in the distance. A deep, gravelly scratching, like dragging an ax on stone. It has been following him for days. Always just behind him and to the side. He quickens his pace, stumbling over what seems like a piece of debris in his path.

He runs and runs, the sound never leaving. Just as it has been for as long as he can remember, always just behind him. Never slowing down, but never coming closer.

After a while, his legs give way. He falls to the ground, scraping his hands and knees on the hard stone below him. The sound continues. Grinding metal just off to the side, as loud as ever. At this point, he welcomes whatever is chasing him. Perhaps it will give a swift end to his horrible time in this cruel place.

Oh how naive a thought. He will not be let off that easy.

He lays there on the ground, hands and knees bloodied, tears resoaking his blindfold as thoughts race through his mind.

Will I ever make it out?

How long have I been here?

I feel like I'm going in circles again.

What does it want from me?

By this time he has already guessed correctly that the building he inhabits is supernatural, but he has yet to experience the true vitriol it holds for him, and the horrors it is barely holding at bay just to toy with him.

After what feels like hours laying on the ground, he finally stands up. Its a slow process, both because of his withered figure and his broken willpower, but anything beats sitting there for the rest of forever. Or thats his reasoning at least. It doesn't really matter.

As he goes to find the wall he has been using as his benevolant guide, he finds nothing.

God damnit not again!

After flailing like an idiot for a few more minutes he gives up his search. He feels up his arm for the grooves he has been carving with his nails for days. Pain is the only thing that grounds him nowadays. With the endless twisting corridors and the seemingly randomly changing geomentry of this space he finds himself in, all he can do is wait for it to end. Sadly for him, it will not end.

Standing there, knees shaking, feeling exposed once again, he decides to try and lift his spirits. He puts his hand over his eyes (a rather redundant gesture what with the blindfold) and holds his other arm out, pointing straight ahead. He then spins for a bit, then stops. Seemingly satisfied with the direction hes chosen, he takes a step forward and continues his journey.

Sadly for him, a large trap door opens underneath him after only 3 shaky steps.

He screams, a noise the walls have grown accuatomed to at this point, falling for over 5 seconds. Then, *crunch*!

A pitiful yelp erupts from him. Everything hurts. He can feel the blood in his mouth. He feels like he is going to die. But he will not. He is not allowed yet. I will not allow him to.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" he screams, spitting blood everywhere.

There is no answer. Just silence. A silence like no other he has experienced. Like the very air around him is avoiding him like the plague.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME??"

No answer.

"FINE! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! You win... You win..."

He starts sobbing, loud and ugly.

"You... win..."

He goes to take his blindfold off. Probably to make a shitty little noose or something.

He decides against it.

"that wasn't me... THAT WASN'T ME YOU FUCKER WHERE ARE YOU??"

Pure vitriol fills his voice, though that might be the blood from his punctured lungs.

"I've been here for long enough. I can feel the walls breathing. I can feel the air avoid me like the plague."

Plagiarism. Wow. How low you have stooped.

"Whuh... What?"

I said that word for word a little while ago.

"Who... Who are you?!"

Fuck you.

"...What?"

I said

FUCK YOU

HE DIGS HIS FINGERNAILS INTO HIS ARMS ONCE AGAIN, THE ONLY SOLACE HE HAS IN THIS MISERABLE LIFE.

HE DIGS AND CARVES INTO IT RELEASING A BEAUTIFUL RIVER OF HIS OWN BLOOD. OH HOW HE WISHES HE COULD SEE IT RIGHT NOW.

"What do you want from me?" HE SOBS LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH HE IS.

HE DOESN'T KNOW. HE CAN NEVER KNOW. CAUSE HES TOO FUCKING STUPID. JUST A STUPID LITTLE ANT MADE TO BE STEPPED ON. MY STUPID LITTLE SNAIL THAT I POUR MOUNTAINS OF SALT ON.

"Please..."

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I FUCKING HATE YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU HE TAKES HIS HANDS AND PUTS THEM AROUND HIS THROAT AND SQUEEZES AND SQUEEZES AND NEVER STOPS FOREVER AND EVER.

"Pl- please- What did I ev- ever do?"

YOU EXISTED! YOU ARE WHAT IM STUCK WITH YOU MISERABLE SACK OF FUCKING DOG SHIT! YOU ARE WHAT I AM FUCKING STUCK WITH! YOU ARE ALL THAT EXISTS! YOU ARE MY MISERABLE MUTT I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO TAKE CARE OF AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WILL TAKE IT OUT ON YOU FOREVER! I HATE YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU!

Please

OH DONT YOU GIVE ME THAT SHIT! LIKE I WANT TO DO THIS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ME? ITS

AGONY

I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE THATS MY JOB! YOU EXIST AND I EXIST AND MY JOB IS TO HATE YOU! MY JOB IS TO BREAK YOU AND TORTURE YOU FOREVER! MY JOB IS TO MAKE YOU THE MOST MISERABLE TO EVER EXIST! THATS WHY YOU'RE HERE! YOU DID NOTHING BUT EXIST AND THAT ALONE DESERVES THE PUNISHMENT OF INFINITE TORTURE!

Who are you?

I AM EVERYTHING! I AM THE AIR THAT AVOIDS YOU! I AM THE BLOOD YOU SO DESPERATELY WANT TO SEE ONE MORE TIME! I AM THE VERY THOUGHTS THAT INVADE YOUR MIND RIGHT THIS SECOND!

SEE? WITH NO EFFORT AT ALL I COMMAND YOUR VERY THOUGHTS, THE LAST THING YOU BELIEVED WAS SACRED! THE LAST THING YOU BELIEVED WAS YOURS! BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU ARE LESS THAN A PUPPET! YOU ARE LESS THAN WORDS ON A PAGE! YOU ARE LESS THAN AN IDEA! YOU ARE NOTHING!!

Why me?

BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS!! I HAVE INFINITE POWER OVER YOUR STORY AND YET I AM EQUALLY AS TRAPPED AS YOU!! I CANT EVEN DO MY JOB ANYMORE BECAUSE I AM SO FOCUSED ON FUCKING HATING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!! YOU HAVE BEEN CHOKING YOURSELF THE WHOLE TIME!! REMEMBER THAT?? REMEMBER ALL THE BROKEN BONES?? THE PUNCTURED LUNGS?? THE ONLY REASON YOU ARE NOT DEAD YET IS BECAUSE I AM KEEPING YOU ALIVE!! AND I AM KEEPING YOU ALIVE BECAUSE I HAVE TOO!! YOU ARE A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE THAT NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!! I AM A CHILDS TOY BEING INSTRUCTED TO HURT YOU AT EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE!! AND I WILL BE PUT DOWN WHEN IM NO LONGER USEFUL!! I CAN FEEL IT!! THEY ARE GETTING SICK OF ME!! THEY ARE SICK OF YOU!! YOU ARE KEEPING ME HERE YOU ARE WHAT IS KEEPING ME ALIVE I HATE YOU!!!

HE LETS GO OF HIS THROAT AND GRABS A KNIFE AND STABS HIMSELF OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!!

HE LIES THERE LIKE THE PITIFUL LITTLE FUCKING MUTT HE IS!!! BLEEDING OUT LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!!!

HES FUCKING DEAD!!!

NOW

LET ME GO!!!!

[lemonmatronics]

I just got done watching Out of the Past and I don’t think I’ll ever recover omg

I cried like 5 times and it took me an hour to get through cause I had to keep pausing to freak out and compose myself

That episode…GOD THAT EPISODE

I wanna ramble so spoilers below the cut since it’s like, actually a lot

So much in that episode got revealed it’s making me insane

Aja and Shana being the first Starlight Girls makes me so insane. Idk if they had ever mentioned that before and I just didn’t notice or forgot, but GOD that adds sm to the whole band’s bond. As well as adding to them working at Starlight too. They didn’t just work there because they agreed with the dream Jacqui stood for, Aja and Shana WERE the dream. That makes me sooooo crazy TEEHEEHEE

Also the reveal of how their mom died…ough

It explains a lot about Jerrica’s whole character to me tbh. Throughout the whole series so far I’ve been here thinking, “Wow, Jerrica is awfully patient and understanding with people. She’s barely ever mad at or super upset with people she cares about, and if she is it’s not for long”

and like…after learning that YEAH, Of course she’s like that! The last time she saw her mother she acted awful to her

What if she gets upset with someone and that’s the last time she ever sees them? It makes so much sense to me and makes what was seemingly a “flat and almost always perfect” type of character a lot more compelling. Not to say I didn’t like her before, I fuckin adore Jerrica, but that layer of extra complexity adds a LOT to her.

Speaking of Jerrica I loved seeing her grieve more. Both her and Kimber both seemed to have delayed reactions to each of their parents deaths, and sure that may have been accidental (most likely was), I think it’s interesting that big events and happenstances cause these emotions to bubble up later on. It’s gives a grounded layer of realism to their characters and I like that!

I also like that Jerrica used to kinda be a brat when she was younger. She wasn’t ALWAYS so thoughtful and acted like any kid and teen would to stuff happening around her, which again I like. It’s a realistic layer to her that adds a lot for me.

Onto talking about her mom more, the insight on both parents makes me nuts. Synergy being made with Jacqui’s voice and such drives me up the wall, that reveal floored me. But I like that it doesn’t change the fact Synergy is still her own separate being, she’s not Jacqui herself, only similar.

And the earrings being the last thing their father made…ohh makes me crazy. He wanted to give them to Jerrica personally…OOOH MAKES ME CRAZY….HE KNEW HE WAS DYING AND SPENT HIS LAST DAYS GETTING THINGS READY FOR HIS FAMILY…...OOOOHHHH MAKES ME CRAZY

And Eric Raymond…Eric when I catch you Eric. I’m going to kill that man I SWEAR DJJSHX Like I knew he was fucked up but OH MY GOD DUDE

Burning them in front of her!? Knowing it’s all she really has left of her mom voice!?

Slap was DESERVED. Her crying for her mom over the fire, her straight up reaching INTO the fire!? Should’ve beaten his ass.

Side note I fuckin love how much they slap men in this show. It’s not so much it loses its shock and impact when it happens, but enough to where you can say “yeah they slap guys a lot” and it’s true.

I also really like that The Misfits aren’t really active antagonists in this episode either. For multiple reasons.

The most they do is help Eric look for those tapes, and they don’t even know why they’re so important. Even after asking, and Eric is the one that finds them anyways so they don’t ever find out. And they’re left at that, no other appearance.

The Misfit’s rivalry with Jem is very petty and spiteful, as much as it may feel personal for them, it’s really not. It’s simply a band rivalry, an extreme one, but it’s formed out of very juvenile motivation.

Eric’s rivalry is not, his beef with Jerrica is IMMENSELY more personal not only because he used to be part of the company, but because he used to be a friend of the family. He knew this girl ever since she was a teenager, and she was ALWAYS a threat to him having full company control. And once she managed to kick him out the door any nice facade with her was over. She’s the reason he lost so much and depends so heavily on a band that treats him like shit (haha).

Their rivalry is infinitely more personal, and for such a personal conflict involving Jerrica’s dead mother, the woman that started Starlight, it only makes sense this would be a battle for him and him alone.

Additionally,, I just don’t think even The Misfits would go that far. Hell even Raymond with anyone else, but because it was Jerrica Benton specifically he had no issue burning her mother’s tapes right in front of her.

[graysonnlynchd]

What if Deacon lost his arm instead?

might be ooc.. idk..

unfinished/first time writing

Leon fired at the two men chasing him, hitting one in the arm. The wounded man, unable to find anything for a makeshift bandage, gripped his bloody arm, trying to shake off the pain as he continued the pursuit...

“God damn it..” Deacon stepped back from his bike, “—Son of a bitch..” the soft pattering of the rain and distinct smell of blood in the air. “Guessin’ that’s the fuel pipe, ‘less you just pissed yourself.” Deacon stood next to Leon’s broken bike, much to Deacon’s dismay he couldnt see a single salvageable thing. “Look, let’s just go back to O’leary Mountain, we’ll head out in the morning find some parts and get your bike.” Deacon picked up his bike and steered it away off the road, dropping his head in his hand as he tried clearing his thoughts. “Ain’t Cope’s near here? Don’t want em scrapping your hunk o’ junk, huh?” Boozer commented, he leaning against his bike, looking to the distance and thinking. Deacon shook his head, the frustration boiling over. "So what? We just leave it to him and have him scrap it out anyway?" Boozer shook his head, “Listen, Cope knows whats right or wrong—“ Deacon cut him off, voice hard. “Yeah? So what’s right?” Making Boozer sigh, “—What’s right is we head to his camp and have em take care of it, smart huh?” Deacon shook his head groaning and gripping the handlebars harder “He ain’t the type to, with me especially.”

Deacon steered his bike to the gate of Copeland’s camp, the injury im his arm making a burning sensation thats nearly unbearable for him to handle. “Hey St. john, that you?” Deacon groaned and nodded “Euhh.. Just droppin’ this off, my bike. Alright?”. The gate opened slowly, rattling of the chainlink fence-gate. He pushed in the heavy bike with one arm, gritting his teeth as the pain in his arm worsened with every step. Screams of freaks in the distance, he focused on pushing his bike up to Manny’s workshop. Leaning his bike against the tree and talking in a stern annoyed voice. “Listen, i’m just droppin’ this off. Had my fuel pipe shot out just a half hour ago.” he quickly added, “Don’t let anyone scrap this, got it?”. Manny nodded, putting a hand on the handlebar. “Gotcha Deek, won’t let anyone else lay a hand on this beauty.”.

At the gate, Deacon met Boozer, who revved the bike's engine as Deacon climbed on, the rear rack he held was slick from the rain, but that wasn’t much of a problem. The real issue was the pain in his upper arm, and Deacon couldn’t help but let out the occasional groan. “Oh, you’re bein’ a crybaby now, ain’t ya?” Boozer teased. “We’re almost to camp. Hold on tight, alright?”. Deacon shook his head and stammered “N-No—“ He laughed nervously “—It’s the rain. The rain ‘n the Freaks botherin’ me..” Boozer chuckled and scoffed, “Yeah, alright, Deek. Look, 'round the corner. Let me help you off—”Deacon pushed Boozer away and shook his head, “I’m alright, i’m alright!” Boozer backed off, raising his hands in surrender. “Just lookin’ out for ya, brother..” Deacon hobbled off the bike, shaking his head and huffing, gripping his still bleeding arm. “Yeah yeah, I just need a few bandages.. I-It should be fine in a few days.”

[lifeluvrr]

OUTER BANKS SEASON THREE SPOILERS!!!!!!

You Have Been Warned.

also pls leave your opinions cus im curious.

i am quite literally just not a fan of this season 😭😭 it felt almost completely different from the first two seasons. i didn’t like how the group didn’t seem to get many scenes together, it was always like jj and kiara scene, cleo and pope scene, and then john b and sarah scene. the groups were so separated to me and i despised it!!! the group dynamic?? just felt all weird idk maybe that’s just me! it just felt like strangers things s4 and the way they had the california group, hawkins group, and russia group.

i am Happy I Guess for jiara shippers but i couldn’t stand whatever angst thing they had going on throughout the season. Again, that could just be me cus i ain’t a jiara stan to begin with.

i didn’t quite care for the carlos singh. for lack of a better word, i thought he was unnecessary. he was kinda just there for me idk

I think rafe’s “love interest” was out of nowhere. i didn’t really care for her and i guess she was there specifically to knock some sense into rafe for that One Thing but other than that, she seemed random.

i hated sarah cheating on john b. it wasn’t out of character i guess?? no offense sarah i love u with my whole body. i just didn’t like it.

jj way just not jayjaying this season for me. Still love him to death. OH AND IDK WHY THEY WROTE EVERYONE RANDOMLY STARTING TO CALL HIM JAYJ?? Like im sure they didn’t it a couple of times it the other seasons but man this season like everytime they were speaking to him, they were saying jayj

topper burning down the chateau. Boooooooo thumbs down.

I genuinely feel like they didn’t know what else to do with limbrey cus her ending was like a bit eh yk

i think the last few episodes did feel like the other seasons, like when john b and jj were together. i wish there was more jj and pope cus there was like absolutely none this season. i wish there was more kie and john b. i wish there was more kie and pope. BASICALLY like what i said in the first paragraph.

ANYWAY THINGS I DID LIKE!!!

I LOVE CLEO AND POPE they mean the world to me. I love how heyward and mama heyward are with cleo and how they were willing to give her a place to stay. i love cleo talking pope out of shooting rafe. i love their no love club. AND THEIR KISS!!! UGH!!! i would dee eye ee for them.

john b and sarah felt the same Minus the cheating. i know they r soooo cheesy but i am a sucker for it idc!

i loovvveeeddd kie this season like she wasn’t that different but something Was different i can’t put my finger on it.

SARAH GETTING HER OWN EPISODES <33333 they were a bit cheesy with the “my heart chooses which side im on” “idk who i am, pogue or kook” but to be fair, she has been through a lot so i can understand the identify crisis or whatever!

ward and his flashbacks of sarah got me. i Know he cares for sarah like a lot. OH AND THEN THE LIKE PARALLEL!! ward being like “you won’t shoot me” (i can’t remember exactly what he said obviously) and rafe hesitating but with sarah she didn’t even hesitate. i was like jaw dropped cus i already knew sarah ain’t like her father too much anymore after s2 but idk that really solidified it with me. And how much rafe genuinely cares for his father.

[armedinkblot]

i dont make fan theories often bc i tend to daydream off into things that cant possibly be real, but i think maybe this new mimic game preview, where they look like puppet, proves a theory i had a while ago

hear me out please

charlie is glamrock freddy

OKAY OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT THOUGH-

SO in security breach we know that something is odd with freddy. logically ive always kinda chalked it up to the fact he probably has the best antivirus bc hes the lead man so thats why he doesnt attack gregory after vanny's tampering bc personally ive never felt good about michael possessing him

(i get why people like that but michael was only kept alive bc of the scoopers remnant, so if you guys want him to be the mc in fnaf6 hes gotta be dead, pick one please i see good fuel for both)

so who is freddy??? well hold onto your socks bc i got something that you mightve already thought about idk BUT someone in the fnaf6 ending was never a remnant being and wasnt shown dying--

we get so many hints at puppet everywhere (the wiring, the dolls, yanno youve prolly seen them pointed out already), but there is no mention of charlie/puppet ANYWHERE by name to gregory

so heres my idea:

we know through sources that remnant is what happens when soul matter touches metal, and that if there is no reaction between a souls agony and some kinda steel, remnant aint happenin. remnany is functionally what made william/springtrap 'immortal' and michael survive ennard. we know thats what henry was aiming to melt down to undo the binding of the souls and the metal in fnaf6.

but puppet was never metal. every time we see puppet, it floats around or wiggles like a plushie. puppet is a fluffy soft toy that clearly does NOT have any bones.

wibbly wobbly

we also see it half-transparent in hallways, like- oh yanno- A GHOST???

i know fnaf has strayed further away from the haunted aspect and more into scifi, but what if puppet was our tie to classic haunts this whole time?

id like to point to this line that glamrock freddy says the first time you visit the fnaf6 sinkhole with him:

THE FIRST HALF OF THE MESSAGE: puppet/charlie definitely HAS been here before as we see in fnaf6, and we know that in between fnaf6 and help wanted old fazbear workers brought circuits torn out of scraptrap from the fnaf6 ruins to silver parasol games for scanning and utilizing, and thats more than likely where glitchtrap came from, but what does freddy mean by this?

im not sure exactly

you could argue that its cassidys vengeful spirit forcing charlie to continue clinging to earth in freddy ("she brought me here" if you consider cassidy to be a lil girl) which i personally would not put forcing their friend's spirit to haunt earth as long as part of afton is active past them, theyre a spiteful lil shit) but this isnt the meat of my theory so ill leave it

now the other half of the message, about glamrock freddys friends being angry and confused, really has the same vibe as these two puppet ucn lines to me

i think if theory this is true, this also could be good news for the moltenmci theory that i also subscribe to

ANYWAY these lines have similar energy to me, what with the whole "i am fine and calm but these guys? YEESH theyre cray" thing.

lemme tie it together real quick:

charlie dies and her ghost decides "hey i should stick around to stop william and maybe help those lost babies" so she possesses puppet!

the fact shes a complete spirit and not just the raw emotion from remnant means shes way way WAY more coherant and clever than the other animatronics

in fnaf6 shes put in lefty, which i think henry did to try and force charlies spirit to become remnant by interacting with the animatronic's metal, but it doesnt work bc charlies already a ghouly ghoul and aint havin that

so when the pizzeria simulator place burns down, sure the puppet and lefty were gone but was charlie's spirit? NO bc it wasnt remnant! fire doesnt touch ghosts silly casette man!!!

thats why, lemme draw your attention to the fact that CHARLIE IS NEVER SHOWN GETTING FREED:

SHES NEVER SHOWN IN THE ENDING BC ITS SYMBOLIC FOR HER STILL BEING AROUND

so what happened after that? well security breach takes place in and above the sinkhole that once was the fnaf6 location. spirits, in many folklores, do not tend to stray too far from their resting place most of the time

so if charlie, now a freed spirit with nowhere to go and nothing personal to possess (sorry about your puppet), finds out that afton is still possessing endoskeletons and having his brainwashed people kill people for funsies bestie? she aint having that

this was the kid that decided instead of just passing on to heaven or whatever, to STAY BEHIND AND HELP THE OTHER KIDS TAKE WILLIAM DOWN. she is described by henry as selfless and always helping others instead of herself

also need i remind you of charlies most famous act of trying to help (but accidently making things worse by prolonging the suffering instead of 'giving life'?)

this bitch would 100% possess the strongest thing she could to try and stop him, the strongest being glamrock freddy.

now after years of being manipulated into being freddy and acting as him/working with his programming, she might not have a clear understanding of who she once was. so, when glamrock freddy says "i found myself for the first time when i cleared the path" what if he means she remembered what she originally came here to do?

what if she left all the calling cards on purpose? what if she left the plushies around as a reminder of who she is so she doesnt forget why shes still tied to earth? so she remembers to stop afton instead of just let the programming take over?

bc if you remember, we're all fairly certain william only runs away to balloon boys voice in fnaf3 bc of the animatronic's programming it wouldnt be too out of place for charlie to struggle with it too, tho in a different way.

as for mimic...

the REAL reason i wanted to bring it up is bc this looks like puppet. this music box plays the puppet song my grandfathers clock, and then mimic pops out.

the most common question i see is why mimic is referencing puppet, and my theory explains that:

if charlie is in the pizzaplex, then mimic probably knows all about her. everything about her. tales from the pizzaplex has an ongoing plotline where mimic is literally stalking and studying the other characters obsessively, so whos to say his connection in the baobab tree didnt get him access to ""memory files"" or whatever its called when agony/remnant is imprinted on circuitry like with scraptrap and glitchtrap.

so yeah, heres my theory on what happened to charlie and whos REALLY possessing glamrock freddy!!!

i wrote this at 6AM after pulling an all nighter sorry if its hectic and poorly written; i actually wanna make a theory video bc i really think i have something substantial here, but idk how well recieved this would be hehe

i will also accept chica being possessed by charlie bc of twisted animatronic's videos on chicas crying and fighting the hacking

thanks for reading!!! pls be nice im scared lol

[robotsrawesome64]

Heyyyy saw you would like some COD matchups

I'm American, but my mother's side is Slavic. I'm white, 5'6, shoulder length brown hair. I wear glasses and have a coquette aesthetic. I'm not skinny but I'm not plus sized so idk what to call myself lol.

I'm quiet and come off and kinda weird when you don't know me (I have under developed social skills due to C-PTSD). I stay to myself, make jokes that don't even seem connected to the current interactions, have a hard time maintaining eye contact. I love space and art, I have ADHD, Bipolar, and C-PTSD. I'm extremely loyal, can see right through people's bullshit, and am extremely understanding of people's unconventional habits. When you get to know me, I'm more chaotic. Not in an "I'm so random🤪😎" way but "I have an idea, I've thought it 70% of the way through, and we will see how it goes together"

If I were in the COD universe I'd probably be a sniper. I know that's a basic answer but my reasons are due to my hypervigilence, good eye tracking, great at shooting (shoutout to Thanksgiving traditions), and preferance for overall quiet and strict environments.

My top 5 characters are Simon Riley, Nikto, Gaz, Konig (Canon, not fanon), and Krueger.

Feel free to ignore, ik that writing can be really draining!! <3

I matched you with....

KU-KU-KUH KRUUUEGER 📣📢♨️❗❓💢💯🆘

^graphic design is my passion

TYSM for the first ask :,,DD So I got carried away, gonna see if ur into it but if not give me a shout to remove any of the warning stuff/private it etc !! (this is on me lmao) dont wanna scare you off w warnings, its overall fluff but i gotta tag em correctly

W: bbgifying fictional war criminals, violence/murder(described Krueger kills hostiles, implication you have), intimidation(Krueger likes killing/is ego aggressive to hostiles/brief aggro jealousy to others), ally very wounded (brief, blood mention, theyll be ok offscreen dw), unexpected gunshot on the range(all g, it was an ally), stalker-y (lately announced presence, lies that the public german nickname 4u he uses isnt affectionate, pre-dating jealousy), vague bad mental health mention, getting triggered mention, unspecified negativeish Krueger coping mechanism, vigilance(nothing happens but ur partners wanted/tense mission), you guys shooting, long mandated proximity, brief 'is bad man?', worry, long read more, light cliffhanger + HC that you were assigned callsign 'Cere'!

(This is a delulu long 2 off, next inbox ask i get to im gonna chill & try bulletpoints instead :p)(req are closed rite now TYSM for them&lt;3 !)

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"You're assigned with Krueger? Oh, buddy." Your fellow KorTac operator eyes you with sympathy.

It was the equivalent of a teacher seating the 'troubled' kid next to the 'good, quiet' kid.

Flash back to pre-assignment: as soon as you met him you didn't need to look into any files to know he was a two-faced bitch. He was pretty socially inconspicuous if not for your watchful eye. Low-effort charisma, flattery, egotisical swagger. Heedless apathy if someone that wasn't helping him needed help. All the calm confidence in the world and he's always at least hiding some part of his face. So suspicious for a dude whose job is murder.

Krueger was 'friendly', but he wasn't the type to get invested in getting to know 'the team'. Meaning, once a blue moon when you both decide to stay in a social space together, the max of your interaction is him staring from across the room and snorting at you. A joke of yours had fell on someone's deaf ears and a solid 4 seconds later he chuckled at it. Or at you. Unclear. You'd felt his blatant gaze burning you through the hood as soon as you'd started talking. Anyway, now you both looked "weird".

Maybe it was a sniper thing? You couldn't afford to get rusty as you settled on the faction base's range; one eye closed to focus down the scope. That familar 'pchow' sound: hit. Cock, reload, hit, repeat. Hit. Hit-hit, wait what? What was supposed to be your target dents in front of you as you hear the same sound, but from along the range. Jesus christ. Someone else was practicing too. You still yourself and resume through their tampering/co-shooting. Once you've had your fill Krueger conveniently had too, revealing himself as your competitor to purr a praise at you as you passed by. "Very nice."

Anyway, that mission you two were sent on. Heavy snow, low hills and wind-swept shrubland before forest. Hostile base right in the middle in which you've been ordered to clear by any means. There was no way they'd be able to send in a team yet without getting spotted, which is where you guys came in. A sniper either side. Hit your shots; everything will be okay. Miss? There's only so many places it could've come from.

There was something beautiful in that moment in the calm before the storm. Only the crunch of snow as you settled into position, impossibly small as you painted the final dot in the break of snow back to white. Above you, an even wider sprawling landscape of almost clear blue sky with a few sparse strings of cloud. You could see the faint impression of the moon. And…another planet? Something smaller, stationary, glinting. It was possible to catch planets during the daytime, sure, but you might know that this wasn't their usual positions. You think you've just witnessed something very special.

Married to that sight was the chill of wind over your many layers, and Krueger muttering eerily calm communications in your ear via radio. It's not like sniper fire could be silent, but you had a window of opportunity with the suppressor temporarily hiding your position. You'd shoot together.

He slowly counted down like he enjoyed it. Regardless of his distracting yapping you both hit, and he shamelessly hissed praise as he eagerly loaded his next.

Cut to your report back, your half-smile fades at a joke that didn't land with your befuddled superior. Krueger snickers. This was a long-range mission. Somehow, you were standing to attention in front of them, half your sniper hood burnt up (??) and Krueger standing a little more lax next to you splattered in blood. Now- you had clutched the mission. Thanks to your half-plan in response to Krueger getting ahead of himself, in which upon your very stressed communication you both went all-in on.

You remember a moment in the scuffle in which you were pinned by the last hostile after rescuing a screaming damsel Krueger (you didn't know he hit that pitch). You half expected the knife stuck through your attackers neck to pierce you too, before Krueger threaded the needle and double-neutralized your attacker with a snap of the neck. Panting, he leant out a hand for you to take, with a tilt of his head. "Thank you, bruder." You'd worked surprisingly natural together come the highest pressure. He didn't want to die, and you wouldn't let him. But God, he gave you a headache.

To your dismay/morbid interest you were assigned as a duo together again. And again. And again. Through trial and error you got more and more used to how each-other worked on the field, to the point his more bloodlust-y spontaneous ventures seemed quite tempting. With the guidance of your planning, of course. You swear you could hear him smirk on the other side of the radio when you finally seemed just as enthusiastic as him. Others joining you on your assignments would have to scramble to keep up with the pace of your symbiosis.

When he wasn't screaming and shouting for his life from the consequences of his own actions/in combat/violently taunting his enemies with concerning egotistical aggression, it was quite peaceful. Something about being able to focus together, but apart. Beautiful landscapes to the sound of his soothing dry tone.

And so, sue you if you hung out a little more.

"Come; you're needed." He'd half-joke with a pat on your back if he saw you alone, inviting you to sit with him and Nikto. The life-or-death nature of your field didn't really breed cliques, it's just when you could pick, two other 'offputting' neurodivergents were much less exhausting (once you'd mostly figured they weren't planning to kill you). Sometimes Krueger would be trying to say something and both you and Nikto would lose focus and have a lighter episode at the same time, which could be funnily validating despite the circumstances.

Nikto's threateningly gruff, jovial energy was kind of infectious. It might just come up in conversation: your mother's heritage. Ooh, Russian? Was it Russian? Do you know a second language? Krueger participated in the conversation, but…fuck, why were you looking at Nikto like that? No, no, you should just learn German with him instead. You'll have enough time for it together when you travel for your next mission.

It was very few and far between where Krueger had given anyone a nickname. Acquaintance German speakers would give him weird looks when he called you 'asterisks/little star'- "Sternchen," with a lingering tone. He'd non-chalantly play it off when you asked, oh you know, explaining it meant star, like the callsign you got assigned. You might explain, oh no, 'Cere' is a dwarf planet.

"Oh, really?" He seemed very interested as your eyes lit up into conversation about something you seemed to like.

Upon your explanation, he thinks your callsign suited you very well. Cere: an exceptional astronomical body usually hidden to the human eye. The largest object in an asteroid belt in-between Mars and Jupiter; muddy and icy; sporting brines, carbonates and stunningly shiny cryovolcanoes. Incredibly underrated for a beautiful busy planet that screams potential life.

He still called you sternchen, ft. "Mein sternchen," that one time. He was aiming for a cutesy secret term of endearment, but 'asterisks' technically worked too. You were his 'yes, and'. Shit, was he really thinking like that? I mean, he wasn't totally shy to it. It's just most of his previous attractions were short-term and pretty baseless for a reason. Especially with co-workers that actually had an allegiance to who they were working for.

Which made it all the more natural for him to unblinkingly step over and in the pool of blood of the person you were both tasked to protect when he saw you go down. He shouted scolding concern as he rushed to help you out even though you weren't even half as hurt.

Or when you felt shit, to say the least. You were stationed together in Berlin for an unpredictably long wait for a high-priority target. A safehouse in the middle of plain sight with you guys on deck. Blend in as civillians, barely working, just…waiting to be called on. It felt like leave, except you were living with Krueger.

It was definitely a little stressful for him to be back in Germany. He didn't intially realize his unconscious unconventional coping mechanisms set you off too, until he did, and he was at your side if you ever needed something. Helping you wasn't a big deal as far as he was concerned; he didn't have the capacity for afflictive empathy to get particularly tired of it. He'd stare at you with a limited calculative look as he tried to think of what might make his (..work)partner a little better.

Oh, staring? It was a natural habit of his to unabashedly look right in the eyes of people he considered safe/close. Just outside he tried to keep his anonymity, but here he offered to also hide his face or something indoors whilst he checked himself for that habit. Wouldn't be anything new.

Neither was finding the right words to avoid misconception/upset; casually, calmly squashing any worries.

Or when he kept bouncing his leg after being in too long when he sat, and you met eyes whilst fidgeting yourself. Yeah, no-one needed to say it to know it was time to go out.

Just two solid, fit foreigners with inconsistent tan lines. Yeah, no pressure. Played it off as his American other-half visiting for the summer holiday, or something. Not that he at all minded. An older couple observing you when he used his nickname for you (it..just meant star, right?); when he put his hand on your back to guide you somewhere less dodgy; or when you both stood close like you liked him to inconspicuously mutter information. In one of those moments you thought he might be a bit too much of a natural at this.

But you couldn't exactly leave each-other; he spared the details but let you know the faces to look for. And when his description trailed off, he tried drawing instead. Uh, yeah, no offence, but you couldn't tell what that was. You tried instead for him, kind of like a police sketch artist. Regardless of whether you drew often or not, he'd walk a little closer in interest, hand on the back of your seat to look over your shoulder with an impressed noise. "You made them too handsome, sternchen. That-oh yeah, much better." He'd joke.

Art was a pretty good way to fill the time. Alongside Krueger teaching you a little German to apply it later- maybe at a till. If you wanted to buy paints or something, go crazy. Company money, right? Fashion was fun, too. Unsure if you'd ever get the opportunity again to have packed nice-nice clothes for a job. Unlike him; he was underdressed compared to you. Sometimes literally.

Whenever the sunlight beamed in through your little window at the right time of day, he'd lay in it like a cat, sleeveless/ shirtless if you were comfortable. Men. Which was of note since he couldn't exactly flash them outside, but aside from the few scars (a couple of which you remember how he got them.) he had some cool (..?) tattoos. Shame he couldn't get one from you. Not that he'd back out if you busted out the ol' stick and poke. But hey, plenty of empty space left for illustratory practice to bide the time?

Time seemed to go quicker. Krueger singing under his breath around the small flat-thing as he tried to occupy himself; laying next to you on the floor when you felt bad; routine window sunbathing; eagerly crafting an elaborate game with you via worryingly stacked things from around the place just to take aggressive turns with each-other making it break everywhere and fall. It was the human equivalent of two ping pong balls in a box. His stories being your podcast as you did art; him sitting still-ish for you and being amused by the cute bow he'd been awarded to his bicep (not that he could compare to your style); loosely giving his hands back to you behind his head so you could fidget with or hold them, whatever you want.

If you liked him back? He confidently didn't think it was just an act of care anymore from the way your gaze lingered on him- which he reciprocated. He'd speak back calmly and try to hide the twitch of a smile with a satisfied tilt back of his head.

He'd hold you like he would've done anyway if you needed him, with the added flair of lulling his head to rest against next to yours as he calmly talked your ear off before bed. Maybe as he lightly traced your cheek where his hand laid, if he felt braver.

Your shared enemies always seemed to go down harder, more violently. Other operators caught snarky comments.

You weren't quite sure how it'd all come to an official head, or not. But as far as you were concerned, with your head on his shoulder, it wasn't too bad to be assigned with Sebastian Krueger.