#he just has emotions and they're vibrant and there and i love him for not being stone cold like shu-ling

[hoshinasblade]

May I request a short drabble (maybe?) on how hoshina would react if he were given flowers :3

this is so cute, thanks anon!

hey guys, im not sure if my blog is back to being ok now because support hasn't replied to me. hopefully you guys see this lol.

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: fluff, established relationship trigger warnings: none, both you and hoshina are very silly individuals who are dating so now the silliness is doubled.

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hoshina soshiro, the best boyfriend in all of japan - his words, not yours - has his notifications on for all your instagram activities.

it all started when you were in the very early stages of dating, and he got upset because in his book, he is supposed to always be the first one to see, heart, and reply to your instagram stories. "that's bare minimum," he proclaimed.

you would be a bit weirded out if he wasn't so adorable.

you would post the dog you saw in your morning run and not more than a few seconds later he would respond with a keyboard smash, telling you that maybe the two of you should also get a dog. you would add a note in your profile and he would reply, making conversation.

"huh", soshiro hummed, his smartphone in his hand. the briefing in the operations room is still going on, yet his attention is on your latest instagram story. there are a few perks to being one of the best defense force officers, and one of them is no one could tell you off for not focusing on the matter at hand.

it's a picture of the front display of the flower shop somewhere in town. he's familiar with the place; he's gotten you something from there a year or two ago for your anniversary. has it been that long? he thought. soshiro knows he can be busy considering his line of work requires him to spend sometimes an entire day on the base. despite that, he makes sure to compensate for lost time and spend most weekends with you. your posting flowers can only mean one thing in his mind, and it is that you want him to get you a bouquet.

which he did.

it was a beautiful bouquet of pink carnations and even pinker gerberas wrapped in blush-colored paper. he annoyed the florist to no end, asking them for a flower arrangement that would signify eternal love.

the weird thing is you already have a bouquet of flowers nestling in your arms when he gets home. confusion overtook him.

"w-what's goin' on?" he asked when you gave him the bouquet. they're sunflowers, fresh and vivid in his eyes.

you were visibly puzzled too when he handed you the very pink collection of flowers he bought.

"i got them for you, what else?" you said in a matter-of-factly tone. "i mean, you'd been working hard these days, i wanted to show my appreciation," you said, fumbling with your thumbs. it didn't matter that you had known the guy biblically, it still flusters you when you do something romantic for him.

soshiro's face was no better. his lips parted, eyes wide, he suddenly turned around, his palms covering his cheeks. "d-don't look at me," he chuckled, suddenly shy.

you gave him a hug from the back, your arms not quite able to embrace him fully. "i got sunflowers because they remind me of you", you said.

soshiro froze, his heart swelling with emotion as he processed your words. sunflowers - the vibrant, sunny blooms that chase toward the light, mirroring his own feelings for you. he smiled, a gentle quirk from the corner of his lips. “have i told you that you’re the best girlfriend in the world?” he asked, bumping his forehead to yours until your noses touched then leaning in for a kiss.

“the best boyfriend to have ever lived just said so," you replied.

[tenshi-agerasia]

in-universe alien stage mechanisms and the use of colors in round 7 (a luka & till rant ft. mizi & hyuna)

it's generally agreed that alien stage can be interpreted as a metaphor for the kpop industry, and as someone who did tons of studying (because of my 3d fav) on how performances work in c-ent, i noticed some things on my nth rewatch of blink gone

meta-wise, the colors in the mv are green (to represent till) and purple (to represent luka). this combo works really well for the song, but is there an in-universe explanation to the lighting? yep:

take a look at the scoreboard. even in-universe, green represents till and purple represents luka. taking the idol theme more literally, we can also assume that these are their official colors. i went back to the TOP 3 video and well well well guess what appears during luka's part

the lightsticks, the projected neon signs, the same kind of mask (?), the stadium lights. we can reasonably assume that this purple is luka's official fan color and represents support for him.

and guess what color almost all of the crowd is repping during round 7 through lightsticks and masks?

that's right, overwhelmingly purple. don't forget that the winners of each round of alien stage are decided by live in-house voting, and audience members will always be biased towards who they're a fan of. remember that luka is insanely popular and already won a season, so his fanbase would be larger, more developed, and more devoted.

till was, for a lack of better words, cooked. he was doomed to lose from the start, because how can a few of his fans outvote the majority?

i've seen some people theorize that the result was rigged, and i completely disagree: you cannot fake support on this large of a scale. "oh, but the color of the lightsticks are controlled by the organizers" then explain the masks, a clear fandom symbol

also, from my experience in survival shows, vote counts in the final round are usually hidden until the results are announced, which explains the wobbliness of the scoreboard bars like they're inflatable tube men in front of a car or mattress dealership.

an alternative explanation to the lightsticks is that it represents the current vote, but i'm not inclined to believe this theory because, again, the masks. like real-life idol performances, i think that this is just a show of support from the audience.

back to the meta: mizi's appearance in the crowd is a reinvigoration of determination in till, and in terms of color, she is a break of bright green among the sea of purple. she not only stands out because she's someone he loves, she is visually a breath of fresh air for him.

do you think, in those last moments, he was not only happy to see her alive in front of him but to also see her wearing his color?

in this part where they're reaching out to each other, the pink-purple light that seems to be shining from mizi is representative of how she's a beacon of hope for till. in-universe, however, till is just moving towards the audience, the close proximity of the lightsticks illuminating his face with color.

mizi and till are surrounded by this vibrant purple, a symbol for luka. even with mizi's more pink-ish radiance, they are literally in his territory, at the mercy of the system that he has been through and learned to play along with.

the same can't be said about luka when he sees hyuna again:

the warmth of his fan color disappears, replaced by a colder indigo. the audience, his fans, the aliens that he knows how to use to keep himself alive mean nothing to him right now. it's this cold feeling of shock that makes him so unsure of how to react.

in this moment, he is no longer luka the performer, luka the idol, luka the twice winner of alien stage—he's just luka. he's vulnerable to emotion, an unfamiliar thing, and he's so painfully human.

luka: (sees hyuna) holy shit it's you... mizi: till is literally dying behind you luka: this ain't about him

another detail: these shots were never shown in the mv so i'm assuming they're taken by in-universe cameras (see the red flashes in the audience), especially because of the angle (downwards pointing perspective)

[coff33andb00ks]

20 Oscar

20: pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

warnings: author doesn't understand the meaning of the word "short" and (badly written) descriptions of a wreck during a race (no injuries)

driver + number = drabble/short fic <3

Piastri just doesn't give a fuck.

Oscar is just too chill.

Does he ever show emotion except when he's laughing at Lando?

You try to stay out of comments. Hell, you try to stay off social media, it's nothing but a cesspool of people with too much time on their hands and not enough brain cells to comprehend more than the surface level of what they're shown. But sometimes you like it, because there are creative people who put out beautifully edited videos of your boyfriend. Sometimes you show them to him, enjoying his giggling while he watches and shakes his head over someone finding him attractive enough to warrant a thirty second video set to a Rihanna song.

But the comments about his emotionless black cat behavior hurt. He's so much more than how he portrays himself. He's vibrant and so full of life, and you will forever appreciate the people who see beyond his social anxiety and notice his amazing sense of humor, his passion for racing and life. They'll never know the real him and will probably never understand why you fell in love with him.

Him. The sweet and shy guy who'd come to your defense when a rude customer had been berating you over a wrong order. His voice had cut over her yelling, calm and measured, and after your manager had kicked out the irrationally angry woman it had been Oscar that had approached you to check on you, frowning when he saw your tears. His gentle tone had calmed you, his respectful stance had won your admiration, and his calling the woman a fucking cunt had made you smile.

You wish you could defend him as he continues to defend you. When a video questioning how a nobody like you had bagged a formula one rookie had gone somewhat viral he'd taken to twitter and unleashed such a beautifully worded rant that people were still quoting it more than a year later.

It's come to my attention that some so-called fans are referring to my girlfriend as a nobody. Allow me to introduce her to you. She's funny, she's brilliant, she's beautiful. She's every word you can think of to describe the perfect person and she's so much more. She shines light in the darkest corners of my soul. Her eyes are a map of my universe. When you look at us together, know that I am constantly trying to be worthy of the love she gives me, and know that if you speak ill of her you will never have my respect but you will have my disgust.

You would never ever doubt his love for you. Not that you ever had but that had cemented it. You could never come to his defense in such a way. If you even tried you'd be sneered at for being a try hard.

And really, you didn't need to. Because the one thing Oscar did not give a fuck about was anyone's opinion. Only a handful of people mattered enough to him for him to care what they thought. You were blessed to be included on that list.

You love him so much that for a while it scared you, having never fallen into the this one person is my moon and stars mindset. But now you understand. He didn't just hang them, he is your moon and stars. Your one and only and if for some reason this doesn't end in forever you'll be ruined for any other man.

It was still a shock, though, when you felt your heart stop beating as you watched his car careen towards the barrier. The front wing clipped Max's rear tire and you can't breathe, watching in slow motion as the brightly colored car tips and lifts into the air. There is nothing but absolute silence around you in the McLaren garage and you're frozen, staring at the monitor while his car flips and rolls, carbon fiber flying in every direction when it lands upside down, his helmet just visible as it slides to a stop at the safety fence.

Silence. Then pandemonium. Your world has just flipped and spun and you can't breathe, ears straining to hear him but you can only hear the crackle of the radio when Zak and Tom try to get him to respond.

Then, finally, his voice. Shaken and scared. "Are they okay? Please tell me they're okay."

Of course he'd ask after the others involved. You can finally breathe but it hurts, not knowing that he's okay. And you can't do anything but wait, heart barely beating until he's finally out, he's moving, he's giving the fans a thumbs up as he's put on the stretcher. You still can't do a thing and you've never felt more useless than you do while you're waiting just inside the medical center with Zak and Lando, who'd come to wait during the red flag.

Then the most beautiful words you've ever heard.

"He's okay."

There's more after that, about him being transported to the local hospital for a complete check, the possibility of a concussion but he's okay. And you're allowed to go see him while the ambulance is readied.

He's sitting up, looking a little pale but he's not hurt, he's in one piece, and when he sees you he gasps. You try to be gentle when you embrace him, but he steals your breath, holding you so tightly it hurts, his face pressed into your neck.

"They won't tell me - are Max and George okay?" His voice is strained and you feel his tears.

"They're fine, my love," you promise.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't know what I did. I was going good and then I was upside down." His voice shakes and cracks and he's trembling, one hand fisting in your shirt. You reach for the other.

"Shh shh... It's okay my love," you whisper, your tears finally spilling when he guides your hand up, holding it to his cheek as he lets out a shaky breath. "Everyone's okay, you're okay."

His eyes meet yours and your world rights itself.

[haartemis]

Song: Summer - The Carters

Player Mbappé

🥰

"ky" you murmur. "wake up"

he's napping on the lounge chair, mouth slightly agape, sunglasses skewed atop his nose. its adorable, almost too tender a sight for you to disturb.

you’d just come back from a dip in the water, skin cool and slick with salt water. still the heat of the day lingers, seeping into everything. him especially. his chest rises and falls steadily, tanned golden brown and sculpted and far too inviting.

you can't help it, you nudge his cheek until he stirs.

"all you do is sleep" you tease. "you're like my grandma"

he hums and shifts slightly, decidedly ignoring the jab. you can see through his glasses his eyes are level with your legs. he reaches out, glides his hands up your thighs until he reaches your hips. touchy touchy touchy. that's how he is whenever its just you two, and that's the case this time; the beach is completely deserted.

"nice view to wake up to" he grins, voice low and rough from sleep. he sends you a lazy smile, sand imprint still on his cheek.

suddenly he grabs your leg and tugs so forcefully you tumble on top of him on the lounge chair with a yelp. you're skin to skin now, his warm and sticky with sweat and yours damp and cold from the ocean water. a strap of your bikini top has slipped down your shoulder, leaving one boob slightly exposed. the sensation of your nipple pressed against his chest sends an electric zap through you. he feels it too, you can tell. neither of you make a move to adjust the strap.

"had a dream you know" he says, one hand wrapped around your waist while the other slides down to pinch your ass. you squirm, laughing softly against his neck.

"hmm?" your voice comes out muffled as you nuzzle face further into the crook of his neck. you start pressing soft kisses there, teeth grazing the skin once or twice. there's a delay in his response, his breath hitching.

"yeah" he chuckles after a couple moments. "ousmane owned a bookstore, which is weird because he never reads and I-"

you lift yourself just enough to position yourself over him, straddling his lap, crotch against crotch, teasing smile your lips. "ky, respectfully, i don't want to think about ousmane dembele right now"

he laughs, his chest rumbling beneath you, and the sound squeezes your heart. "fair enough," he says, his hands settling firmly on your hips. his thumbs draw slow, lazy circles on your skin.

the sky above you's turned a beautiful burnt orange. you both watch silently as the sun dips lower into the horizon, the sound of the waves crashing gently adding to the beautiful scenery. you're flooded with a rush of emotion just then. love for the beautiful sunset in front of you, for the man you're with, and for the way he makes everything feel vibrant, alive.

you turn back to kylian and gently tug off his glasses so you can see his eyes. they're tired but warm. fully focused on you. soft, satisfied smile on his face. its nice to see him like this after the long, exhausting season he's had.

“ky,” you murmur again, softer this time.

he just lifts his hand to cradle your face. his thumb brushes along your cheekbone, his touch achingly tender, and then he’s pulling you closer.

when your lips meet, its slow and tender. like you're savoring every second. a warm, melting feeling at the pit of your stomach, spreading throughout your whole body. all these years together and its still there. the pull, the ache. the way he can intoxicate you with his scent, the hard lines of his sculpted body, basically everything.

you tilt your head, opening yourself to him fully, and he takes the invitation with a low hum. you kiss and kiss, until you can't ignore the aching in between your legs.

when you part, just enough to catch your breath, his forehead presses lightly against yours. his breaths are shallow, warm against your skin, and his eyes are dark and raw and full of wanting.

as if he can see the same wanting in you, his fingers move to waistband of your bikini bottoms. but you stop him with a gentle hand.

"no" you murmur, giving him a soft peck on the lips. "i want you inside"

he doesn't need to be told twice. the both of you get up and pack your things quickly. you laugh on the walk back to the villa, wrapped around a different type of summer heat. the kind that's intense, full of desire.

[trexdrabbles]

So I know it was for Apex way back when, but would you be willing to do the "who would be more protective" prompt and the others for Gambit and reader?

First of all damn thank you for snooping through my blog enough to hit that lol, and of course!!

Who's the one to initiate the relationship?

You. 100% you. Shy or not doesn't matter, it would have to be you. Not that Remy wouldn't be thinking about it all constantly, but he'd definitely be the type to tell himself that's it better to keep what you've got going on casual. After the whole deal with Bella Donna and everything between him and Rogue, he's not so much scared of commitment itself, but more like speaking an actual relationship into existence himself would be inviting tragedy in. You tell him it's what you really want two or three times though and he'll definitely cave and be relieved about it all in the end.

What are their love-languages?

Remy definitely does gift giving (60% are stolen, he's still a thief at heart and finds it fun to watch you guess if he paid for or nicked whatever he's brought home) and quality time. He's definitely the type to enjoy body doubling too, just the both of you doing your own things in the same space. That being said, the man can only go so long in close proximity before needing some amount of touch or affection before he's sated enough to let you be for a bit again.

How open about it are they?

Not even a question, pretty much everyone under the sun is gonna know that you're Remy's partner. So long as he's given the ten seconds to find a way to yap about it, they're gonna know.

Who's the better chef?

I'd say it's pretty even actually. Remy definitely knows his way around the kitchen, but I can definitely see him being the type to have like, 20 or so specific things he can cook flawlessly, and anything outside of that is a bit of a gamble depending on his mood and how well he can actually pay attention to a recipe. He would definitely be eager for your cooking too though and even if he's not the one making food enjoys hanging out in the kitchen to keep you company while you do.

Who likes to be little spoon?

Both again! You more often, definitely (the man is 6'2 after all, perfect big spoon material) but every so often he'd want to switch things up. Mostly after long days, emotion or physical. Feeling your arm around his waist and nose pressed against his shoulder and legs all tangled over his definitely has some kind of healing power for him.

Who flirts more?

Also not really a question or contest. You can compliment and tease and flirt all you like, but Remy will always have you outplayed in that category. He's got a well-practiced and absolutely filthy silver-tongue that he knows how to use to a fault. Hell, his new favorite hobby is finding out just how vibrant a shade of red you're physically capable of turning.

Who's more protective?

Guess what, it's Remy yet again. He might be happy to tell any single with the misfortune of being close enough about you two, but he's not oblivious about the danger your being connected to him and to the X-Men in general could bring. He's knows loss a little too intimately and is ready to do whatever he needs to make damn sure it doesn't happen again.

[wolf-tail]

Since I'm far more comfortable being weird on 40k tumblr than I used to be, I'm gonna say some unhinged things.

Now that you've all been thoroughly warned, I'm thinking about which Primarchs would be the best or worst to deal with if they got pregnant:

Lion-You do not know he is pregnant. He would preffer it that way. He seems crankier, meaner, more reclusive, amd just a bit rounder, but you don't know about it until he winces and slinks off during a meeting, then returns a few hours later with babby in tow. No one is allowed to touch or even look at babby for at least a week.

Guilliman-He's doing pretty ok, but very anxious. Lots of body aches, but you have a hell of a time trying to convince him to ease off the work and rest. You often find him fast asleep on top of his desk. Constantly craving olives. Overall not too bad.

Horus-VERY proud papa-to-be. Constantly showing off his big ol belly and bragging about how knocked up he is. He has a canonical breeding kink, he's wearing every embarrassing maternity t-shirt he can find. Mortifying ordeal, but could be way worse.

Konrad-OH GOD, whoever impregnated this man, answer for your fucking crimes. Anyone who so much as breathes too loud in his vicinity is a skinless splatter on the pavement. Mercifully, he doesn't seem to want to leave his room. Just avoid him as much as possible and you might survive.

Sanguinius-Glowing, positively GLOWING! He's vibrant, elegant, happy, the type of thing people tell you being pregnant is like to try and convince you to have kids. Happy to let anyone rub his tummy. (Would he even give live birth or just lay an egg?) He's eepy, so very sleeby eepy. He just wants to nap. That just serves to make it cuter. The only issue is that in the later weeks he starts going broody. That will not be a fun time.

Fulgrim- Also an idealistic glowing beauty, but probably is a struggling a lot more than he lets on. You just know he's nauseous as hell and his feet hurt like a bitch. Give him a foot rub , he deserves it. Has a bunch of super long baby names picked out, Definitely rearranged the nursery seventeen times at least because it's "not good enough". And the second fact that thing comes out the womb it's dripped tf out. Little fuck is leaving the hospital in a Dior onesie. Fulgrim insists on doing his makeup before leaving the maternity ward, because he refuses to look as worn out as he is. Let this poor man REST.

Ferrus-Oof. I don't know much about him, but he strikes me as the type to have body image issues. Baby has a normal ass name like "John" or smth. When it's born he's scared to hold it with his metal hands, but bub doesn't care, falls right asleep in them.

Perturabo-ABORTION. He has no time for kids. But in the chance he does keep it, he's even more cranky and insufferable than ever. Yells at his own belly bc MiniPerty is kicking him while he's trying to work. Sending u prayers🙏

Dorn-Hmmm, idkkkk. I have not read enough about him. Dorn fans answer this one for me. But from what I do know he'd have a hard time describing as his complicated emotions about it. Would swaddle the Dornling in his grandpa's blanket.

Angron-OH FUCCKKKKKKK. You thought Konrad was bad!? The sad part is, all of the parts of him that want and love the baby are being punished for it by the nails. But can you fucking imagine a pregnant hormonal Angron!? The galaxy shakes in fear. The second sperm met egg, Khorne shifted uncomforably upon the Skull Throne.

Magnus-He's having a great time! Studying every parenting book he can find (TAKE NOTES EMPS!), getting cool belly tattoos, doing mysterious pregnancy rituals, psychically communicating with MiniMagnus once they're developed enough. Has a BIG belly, sometimes hard to maneuver. Probably twins. Sons always happy to give it a lil rub when he walks last. Often found lounging in his tower, lazily talking to bubby while reading, go ahead and give him a back massage.

Mortarion- As much as I think he'd look cute with a baby, I don't think he was ever at any point in his life healthy enough to carry one to term. Isha, fix his uterus, he needs to be a daddy immediately. If he was miraculously to get preggers, he'd definitely be cranky, but not overwhelmingly so. He'd love the kid, but occasionally pat his tummy and gently admonish it for being such a little nuisance.

Corax- Drawing a total blank here. Raven guardies tell me plz. But he might go broody too, goes with the bird theming.

The Khan- Continues riding his bike until he's physically too big to do so. You can't even try to stop him. Little Jag is travelling at Mach Fuck You every day. Labor is 5 seconds long, and as soon as the kid's delivered he's strapping it to his chest and getting right back in the saddle.

Vulkan-Biggest cuddlebug EVER!!! Joyous and glowing, always up for a belly rub. You just know his ass is 8 months pregnant and still in the forge, working on little practice weapons for his lil Salamander. His water will probaby break and he'll beg you to let him quench a sword in his own amniotic fluid (don't, that's gross) Prone to hot flashes, get him a nice cold drink plz.

Lorgar-A baby is joyous blessing! He's insanely happy about it, going on about how his body was "chosen to bring forth a wondrous being". Touching the tum is a religious experience. Gets a new tattoo to celebrate, if he can find the room.

Alpharius/Omegon: You either have no idea which one's pregnant, or they all somehow get pregnant at once. Twins are a guarantee either way.

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants James Hook x Reader: The Pirate And The Mermaid

Request: Hi, I love your imagines so much that I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Uliana finds out that Hook is dating Ariel's sister and makes him choose the VK group or her by making the reader walk the plank and if hook saves her (which he does) and convinces Uliana that she's nothing like Ariel and is perfect for him. (The other 3 vks already know that they're dating except for Uliana and always help Hook sneak around to see her without Uliana knowing until one day she finds out)

Reader: Female

Word count: 3786

Average reading time: 13 min 45 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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James Hook walked around the grounds of Merlin Academy, his dark brown hair messy yet perfectly styled, a confident smirk playing on his lips. But beneath that confident facade, his thoughts were elsewhere, focused on one person in particular.

You, Y/n, the youngest daughter of King Triton, were waiting for him in the secluded corner of the academy gardens. It was a secret place, known only to a few, where the wildflowers bloomed in brilliant colors and the trees provided a perfect cover from prying eyes. This hidden haven had become one of the many places you would meet, a place where the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bliss of stolen moments and whispered promises.

James spotted you before you saw him, your vibrant hair catching the sunlight as you idly plucked petals from a daisy. He paused for a moment, just to admire you, the way the sunlight danced across your features, the serene expression on your face as if you had no care in the world. It made his heart swell with a warmth he had never thought possible for someone like him. You were his light, the beacon that guided him through the dark seas of his life.

With a silent grace, he approached, his footsteps nearly soundless on the soft grass, until he was right behind you.

“Princess.” he whispered in your ear, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down your spine.

You jumped slightly, your hand going to your heart as you turned to face him, a smile spreading across your lips. “James, you scared me.” you said, playfully swatting at his arm.

He chuckled, his arms already slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Can’t help it, love. You’re just too easy to sneak up on.”

Your laughter was like music to his ears as you rested your head on his chest, reveling in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “If only everyone could see this side of you. They’d never believe the fearsome Hook has a soft spot.”

He tilted your chin up, his eyes capturing yours, the mischief that usually danced in them now replaced by something much deeper, much more sincere. “That’s because this side of me is only for you, darling.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest that made you feel like you were floating. You leaned up, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both sweet and intense, a reflection of the emotions that swirled between you. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer as if he could never get enough of you, and for a moment, the world ceased to exist, no prying eyes, no judgment, just the two of you, entwined in your own little world.

But as much as you cherished these moments, you both knew they couldn’t last forever. Merlin Academy was full of eyes and ears, and there were those who would do anything to tear you apart. After all a royal and a villain simply couldn’t be together, that is nkt gow it's supposed to be. The thrill of secrecy was always tinged with the fear of discovery, and yet, it only made your time together all the more precious.

As if sensing the shift in your thoughts, James pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he gazed down at you with a mix of love and concern. “What’s troubling you, love? You’re too quiet.”

Before you could respond, a soft rustling in the bushes caught your attention. Out of the shadows stepped Morgie, his eyes scanning the area before he spotted the two of you. He was a loyal friend, always looking out for you, even if it meant risking his own neck. With his tousled hair and mischievous grin, Morgie was the perfect accomplice to your secret meetings.

“You two better wrap it up.” Morgie said, his voice low but urgent. “Uliana’s searching for you.”

James groaned, reluctantly releasing you but keeping one arm around your waist as if he couldn’t bear to let you go completely. “Can’t she take a break from being such a buzzkill?”

Morgie shrugged, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting Uliana to appear at any moment. “Not when she’s determined to keep you close, Hook. You know how she is.”

Your smile faded as worry crept into your heart. Uliana had always been a thorn in your side, ever since you first arrived at the academy. She was ruthless, cunning, and had a grudge against your family. It didn’t help that James was her first mate, a role that made your relationship all the more dangerous.

“I can handle Uliana.” James said, sensing your unease. He tried to reassure you, but you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hand clenched at his side. “She’s all bark and no bite.”

But you weren’t so sure. “Just… be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.”

James softened at your concern, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that belied his fierce reputation. “Don’t worry about me, princess. I’d walk the plank a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe.”

Your smile was small, but genuine, though the unease in your chest remained. You trusted James, but you knew how dangerous Uliana could be. And you had a feeling she wasn’t going to give up easily.

Just then, the shadows seemed to grow darker, and a chill breeze swept through the garden. From the corner of your eye, you saw the air shimmer as Hades appeared with a dramatic flair. His blue flame-like hair flickered as he greeted the two of you with an amused smirk.

“Well if it isn’t mt favorite lovebirds.” Hades drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. “You two do know how to pick the worst places for a secret date, don’t you?”

“Relax, Hades.” James replied, though there was a note of irritation in his voice. “We were just leaving.”

Hades chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. “Good thing I found you first. Maleficent’s already weaving a little distraction for Uliana, but it won’t last long. You’d better make yourselves scarce before she catches wind of your little affair.”

You glanced at James, who nodded slightly. It was time to go, but the thought of parting from him so soon after you’d just found each other again left a hollow ache in your chest. As if reading your thoughts, James leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Meet me tonight.” he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and comforting. “At the docks. We’ll steal a few hours together, just you and me.”

You nodded, unable to find your voice as you were overwhelmed by the tenderness in his words, the promise of more time together keeping your spirits afloat.

With Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent covering your tracks, you and James managed to slip away from the garden unnoticed. But as you disappeared into the shadows, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this fragile happiness was standing on the edge of something dangerous. Uliana was relentless, and you knew it was only a matter of time before she made her move.

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That night, as the moon cast a silver glow over the academy grounds, you quietly slipped away from your dormitory. The corridors were silent, the shadows long and dark, but you moved with a purpose, your heart racing in anticipation. Every step you took towards the docks felt like a step closer to a dream, one where it was just you and James, away from the prying eyes of the academy.

The docks were deserted, the water gently lapping against the wooden planks. The air was cool, carrying with it the scent of the sea, a reminder of home. You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself as you scanned the area, your breath catching when you saw him.

James stood at the edge of the dock, his back to you, gazing out at the horizon where the sea met the sky. His tall, lean figure was silhouetted against the moonlight, and for a moment, you simply admired him. He seemed to belong here, in this quiet place, where the only sound was the rhythm of the waves and the beating of your heart.

“James.” you called softly, and he turned, his face breaking into a smile as he saw you.

Without a word, he closed the distance between you, wrapping you in his arms the moment you were close enough. You melted into his embrace, the world falling away as you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent of salt and leather.

“I missed you.” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the gentle sounds of the sea.

“And I missed you, princess.” he replied, his voice warm and soothing as he held you close. “Every moment we’re apart feels like a lifetime.”

You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his. “Then let’s make the most of the time we have.”

His expression softened, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. It was slow and sweet, a promise of the love that bound you together despite the dangers that lurked in the shadows. James’ hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as if memorizing every detail, every curve, as if this moment was all that mattered.

When he finally pulled away, he didn’t go far, resting his forehead against yours. “I wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this. I want to be with you all the time, without having to look over my shoulder.”

You sighed, understanding his frustration. “I know, James. But as long as Uliana’s watching us, we have to be careful. I don’t want her to hurt you… or us.”

His jaw clenched at the mention of her name, a flicker of anger crossing his features. “She won’t win, Y/n. I won’t let her come between us.”

“I believe you.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I just wish there was a way to keep her from interfering.”

James was quiet for a moment, then a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “There might be a way.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, curious.

He grinned, the roguish smile that always made your heart skip a beat. “I’ve been thinking… if we can keep her distracted, give her something else to focus on, we could buy ourselves more time. Hades and Morgie have already agreed to help.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and excitement. “You really think it could work?”

“With a little help from Maleficent’s magic, we can keep Uliana running in circles.” he said, his tone filled with confidence. “She’ll be so busy dealing with false leads and wild goose chases that she won’t have time to spy on us.”

A thrill of hope surged through you. The thought of being able to spend more time with James, without constantly looking over your shoulder, was too tempting to resist. “That sounds… perfect.”

James leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “And in the meantime, we’ll keep meeting in secret, just like this. No one will know where or when, only us.”

The idea of these secret meetings, of stolen kisses under the watchfull eye of the night, sent a shiver of excitement through you. You nodded, unable to contain your smile. “I love it. I love you.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “And I love you, darling. More than anything.”

The night passed in a blur of whispered conversations and stolen kisses, the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms as you sat on the edge of the dock, your feet dangling above the water. The moon watched over you, a silent guardian of your secrets, as you shared your hopes, your fears, and your dreams of a future together, one where you could love each other openly, without fear.

Over the following weeks, the plan was set in motion. Morgie and Hades, along with Maleficent’s and her magic, created a series of distractions that kept Uliana busy. They spread rumors, created illusions, and sent her on wild chases that led nowhere. Each time she thought she was closing in on you and James, she found herself frustrated by some new trick or misdirection.

Meanwhile, you and James continued to meet in secret. Sometimes it was the docks, other times the hidden grotto of the academy, or even the deserted beach beyond the forest. Each meeting was a new adventure, filled with the thrill of secrecy and the joy of being together. You cherished these moments, the way his hand fit perfectly in yours, the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world.

One evening, after narrowly escaping detection by Uliana, you found yourselves in the old library, tucked away in a forgotten corner surrounded by dusty books and ancient scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment, and the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the room.

“I think we’re getting better at this.” you teased, leaning against a shelf as James approached, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

He chuckled, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. “Maybe, but I’d still rather we didn’t have to sneak around at all.”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. “One day, we won’t have to. But for now, I’m just happy to be with you.”

He smiled, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. “Me too, love.”

And then he kissed you, slow and deep, the world outside forgotten as you lost yourself in him. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, the only sound the soft rustle of pages as a nearby book caught the breeze from the open window.

You pulled away, breathless and smiling, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things were finally looking up. You had each other, and with the help of your friends, you were outsmarting Uliana at every turn.

The days turned into weeks, and your secret meetings continued, each one more precious than the last. You cherished every stolen moment, every whispered word, knowing that as long as you had James by your side, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as you stood together, hand in hand, looking out at the moonlit sea, you knew that your love was something worth fighting for, something that could weather any storm.

Throughout these weeks, the tension between James and Uliana only grew, casting a shadow over the secret moments you shared with him. The hidden grotto beneath the academy was your favoriteplace to go with him, a place where you could escape the pressures of the outside world and simply be together. The water there always glistened with an ethereal glow, the gentle sound of the waves lapping against the rocks soothing your troubled hearts.

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One evening, after most of the students had retired to their dorms, you and James retreated to the grotto. The air was cool, and the moonlight filtering through the cracks in the stone ceiling bathed the cavern in a soft, silvery light. Your tail, shimmering with iridescent scales, dipped into the water as you leaned against James, his arm wrapped securely around you.

But the peace of the moment was shattered by the sound of footsteps echoing through the grotto. You tensed immediately, recognizing the rhythm and weight of those steps. James’s eyes met yours, a mix of fear and resolve in his gaze as you both realized who it was.

Uliana emerged from the shadows, her lips curled into a malicious smile. The moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of her face, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance. “Well, well, what do we have here?” she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “James Hook and his little mermaid.”

James instinctively moved in front of you, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword. “Uliana, this doesn’t concern you. Leave.” he commanded, his voice steady but filled with underlying tension.

But Uliana wasn’t interested in leaving. Her eyes were locked on you, a predatory gleam in them that sent a chill down your spine. “You’re just like your sister, aren’t you?” she hissed. “Always getting in the way, always thinking you can have everything.”

You straightened, refusing to let her intimidate you. “I’m nothing like Ariel.” you replied, your voice firm. “And James isn’t yours to control.”

Uliana’s smile widened, her eyes narrowing with cruel delight. “Is that so? Let’s put that to the test, shall we?” She turned to James, her expression hardening. “You have a choice, Hook. Stay on my crew as my first mate, or keep playing house with the little princess. But you can’t have both.”

The ultimatum hung in the air like a blade, sharp and dangerous. James’s loyalty to his crew had always been a defining part of who he was, but the bond between you had grown stronger with each passing day. The thought of losing him, by being forced apart by Uliana’s twisted games, was unbearable.

“James…” you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached out to him.

He turned to you, his eyes filled with anguish. “I…”

Uliana’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “If you won’t choose, then I will. Either she walks the plank, or you do.” Uliana made a wooden plank appear with her magic, at the edge of the grotto right above the stone cliff and dark restless sea.

A cold dread settled over you as you realized the gravity of what she was asking. James was a pirate, bound by the code of the sea, and to defy it would be to betray everything he had ever known. But to agree to her terms would mean leaving you to a fate you weren’t sure you could survive.

“Do it, Hook.” Uliana taunted, her voice laced with malice. “Show me where your true loyalty lies.”

James’s eyes were filled with desperation as he looked at you. “Princess, I’m so sorry.” he whispered, his voice thick with regret.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took a deep breath. You knew what you had to do. “James, I trust you.” you said, your voice steady despite the fear gripping your heart. “But if I’m going to walk that plank, I need to do it on my own terms.”

With that, you closed your eyes and concentrated. A tingling sensation spread through your body as you focused on changing your form. Your tail, shimmering with iridescent scales, began to shift. The transformation was always a strange, almost disorienting sensation, but you had done it enough times to control it with precision. Your tail split and morphed, the scales dissapearing and smooth skin taking their place until you were standing on two legs, your mermaid form replaced by your human one.

James’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration as he took in your transformation, but there was no time to dwell on it. You stepped forward, your legs unsteady on the rough stone, but your determination unwavering.

Uliana’s eyes glittered with a twisted pleasure as she watched you approach the plank. “So brave, little princess. Let’s see how brave you are when you’re staring down into the depths.”

James grabbed your hand as you stepped onto the plank, his grip strong but trembling. “I love you, Y/N.” he whispered, his voice filled with pain. “Please, forgive me.”

You squeezed his hand, a silent reassurance that you understood, that you didn’t blame him for the impossible situation he was in. “I love you too, James.” you whispered back, your heart pounding in your chest.

The cold wind whipped through the grotto as you stood on the edge of the plank, the dark water below swirling threathingly. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come, when suddenly, James’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back into his arms.

“No!” Uliana shouted, her eyes wide with rage. “What are you doing?!”

James held you tightly, his grip strong as he faced Uliana. “I’m choosing her, Uliana. I’m choosing love over loyalty.”

Uliana’s face twisted with fury. “You fool! She’s just like her sister, just like Ariel! She’ll ruin you, just like her family ruined mine!”

But James shook his head, his voice calm but firm. “She’s nothing like Ariel. She’s brave, kind, and loyal. And I’d rather face the consequences than lose her.”

For a moment, Uliana looked like she might strike out in anger, but then she seemed to reconsider. She glared at you both before finally turning on her heel and storming out of the grotto, her footsteps echoing in the distance.

The moment she was gone, you collapsed against James, your legs shaking with relief. He held you close, his hand stroking your hair as he whispered soothing words in your ear.

“I’m sorry, darling.” he murmured, his voice filled with regret. “I never wanted to put you through that.”

You looked up at him, your eyes still wet with tears but filled with love. “It’s okay, James. I know you did what you had to. And I love you all the more for it.”

He smiled, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders as he kissed you deeply, the taste of saltwater and tears mingling with the sweetness of your love.

Meanwhile in the shadows, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent watched, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and amusement. They had followed Uliana just incase things would get out of hand. However you and James managed yourself just fine. Morgie’s eyes gleamed with a dark, almost predatory interest as he observed the raw emotions playing out before him. Maleficent, ever the queen of darkness, merely watched with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of approval and intrigue. Hades leaned against a wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he pulled Maleficent into him.

The three of them had always known that love could be a powerful weapon, and tonight, it had proven to be the most powerful of all. As they faded back into the shadows, leaving you and James alone in the grotto, you knew that this was far from over. The battle had only just begun, but as long as you had each other, you were ready to face whatever came next.

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[h50europe]

From Evan Buckley With Love... also on AO3

Tonight, Fire Station 217 is transformed into a scene of elegance and festivity. The station's gritty atmosphere is replaced by twinkling lights and decorations as everyone dresses up for a special charity event. The goal is to raise money to renovate the children's wing of a nearby hospital, and the community has come together to make it happen.

Tommy and Lucy take to the dance floor, their laughter and joy contagious as they sway to the music. On a hunch, Tommy eagerly buys several raffle tickets, hoping for a stroke of luck.

As the drawing progresses, anticipation builds. When Tommy's number is finally called, a cheer erupts from his colleagues at their table. Grinning from ear to ear, he makes his way to the stage to claim his prize: a beautifully wrapped lemon loaf, one of his all-time favorite treats. The loaf is adorned with a cute tag featuring a hand-drawn fire engine, adding a personal touch to the prize.

Returning to his table, Tommy is greeted with applause and hearty congratulations from his fellow firefighters.

Tommy turns the tag over and his face falls. His stomach clenches, and his lungs feel like they're being sucked dry.

"What's the matter with you, Tommy? You look like you've seen a ghost," Lucy says worriedly.

But Tommy remains silent, clutching the tag and staring at it as if it were a cursed object. In a way, it is. The text on the tag reads From Evan Buckley with love. "This is a bad joke," he mutters. He can't believe he bought the ticket that would win his ex-boyfriend's handmade loaf.

How could Tommy have known that Evan had gone into a baking frenzy after their breakup? When his family and friends couldn't take another loaf, he spent a weekend wrapping and labeling them. He donated five loaves to charities around town, and one of them ended up at the 217.

What were the odds that Tommy, of all people, would win one in the raffle? Was it fate? Or was someone playing a cruel joke?

Tommy couldn't tell. But whatever it was, it killed his mood and brought back a wave of emotions and memories.

"Excuse me, I need some fresh air," he mumbles and runs off, leaving the loaf on the table.

His colleagues are wondering what happened. Curious, Lucy looks at the label and immediately knows what caused Tommy's strange behavior, but she keeps it to herself and gets up. The others watch her curiously.

"I'll go check on him," she explains and follows Tommy outside…

Tommy bursts through the side door of the 217 and into the fresh night air. The city is alive with the sounds of distant traffic and the occasional honk of a horn. The cool breeze carries the faint scent of blooming flowers from a nearby park, mingling with the aroma of street food from a vendor down the block. Neon lights from the surrounding buildings cast a colorful glow on the wet pavement, creating reflections reminiscent of a kaleidoscope. But Tommy remains oblivious to the vibrant display, leans against a lamppost and tries to catch his breath.

The night sky is clear, the stars twinkling like distant memories. He can hear the muffled laughter and chatter from inside the venue, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside him. The air feels heavy with the weight of the past pressing down on his chest.

Lucy steps outside, her heels clicking softly on the pavement. She spots Tommy and approaches him cautiously, her concern evident in her eyes. As she walks toward him, her mind races. All this because of that note? she wonders. I knew they had a rough breakup, but this…

The city buzzes around them, but now it feels like they are the only two people in the world. Lucy's thoughts drift to the times she saw Tommy and Evan together and how happy they seemed. "He doesn't deserve this kind of pain," she thinks, her heart aching for her friend.

"Tommy," she says softly, "are you okay?"

Tommy looks up, his eyes reflecting the neon lights, and takes a deep breath. "I just… I wasn't expecting this," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy nods, understanding the unspoken words. The night air envelops them, a silent witness to the resurfacing emotions.

"I'll be here for him," she decides, determined to help him through this moment. "Do you want to talk about it?" Lucy asks quietly, coming closer.

Tommy shakes his head, then sighs. "It's just… seeing his name again, on something so personal. It brought it all back."

Lucy puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I get it. Breakups are hard enough without unexpected reminders popping up."

Tommy nods, grateful for her understanding. "I thought I was over it, you know? But this… it just hit me out of nowhere."

"That's normal," Lucy reassures him. "Healing isn't a straight line. Sometimes things like this happen, and it feels like you're back to square one. But you're not. You've come a long way."

Tommy looks at her, a small smile forming. "Have I? Should I even be over it? After… After eight weeks, two days and a few hours?"

Lucy smiles at him, "Don't tell me… You made that up, didn't you?"

"What?"

"That eight weeks, two days thing." She stares at him.

"No, it's true," he replies without blinking.

"You know that's unhealthy behavior." She decides to distract Tommy from his dark thoughts and suggests, "Let's go for a walk, clear your head a little."

Tommy nods. They link arms and walk down the street together, the city lights guiding their way. As much as Tommy tries to avoid thinking about Evan, one memory stands out in Tommy's mind.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and they had decided to bake cookies together for the first time. Evan, a stickler for detail, insisted on following a complicated recipe he had found online. Tommy, on the other hand, preferred to wing it. As they mixed the ingredients, flour ended up everywhere—on the counter, on the floor, and even on their faces. They couldn't stop laughing at the mess they were making.

The real fun began when it was time to shape the cookies. Evan tried to make perfectly round cookies, but they kept coming out lopsided. Seeing an opportunity for fun, Tommy began to shape his cookies into ridiculous shapes: one looked like a dinosaur, another like a starfish. Evan tried to keep a straight face, but soon he was laughing so hard he had to sit down.

When they finally put the cookies in the oven, they realized they had forgotten to set the timer. They ended up sitting on the kitchen floor, watching the cookies through the oven door and betting on which ones would burn first. In the end, the cookies were a disaster - some burned, some undercooked - but they didn't care. They spent the rest of the afternoon eating their misshapen creations and laughing until their sides hurt.

It was a simple, silly moment, but it was one of Tommy's happiest memories of their time together. It reminded him of the joy they had shared. He sighed heavily. Even though he had initiated the breakup, it had left him devastated.

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[auradaparanormal]

Within the show, Wander never discusses his parents, or any person who raised him- already this raises some questions about his childhood which are somewhat concerning. Even if we make the assumption that Wander was orphaned at a young age, he was still given birth to, but by who?

With no further information on Wander's parents (that I know of), may I present (drumroll)... Hale and Cranberry!

(lots of yapping below cut)

I imagine that they were quite a standard couple to their kind; both hard workers, pacifistic, welcoming, and wishing nothing but the best for everyone. Both of them believed that what you give is what you get- but were always pushovers when it came to giving everyone a little extra.

Hale (Star Nomad on left) (also fun fact hale means for a person to be strong and healthy) was a miner who always stood his ground for what he believed in. He had best described as- a sixth sense when it came to how others felt, even if only others close to him could read his emotions (monotone king). Despite always being willing to get stuck into something, he usually ends up doing 5 other tasks before even sitting down to start what he originally planned to do. With that, he usually needs someone by his side to keep him on track, que Cranberry.

Cranberry (Star Nomad on right) was all over the place with anything and everything, but inexplicably had purpose to whatever plan she had. Being both a mother and a farmer, she always strived for safety and stability for both her crops and family- by any means necessary. Ignoring her vaulting ambition and concerning talent with sharp objects, she's the most loving person anyone could meet, and always willing to help those in need. However, she often gets carried away with the little things, and needs someone to keep her feet on the ground, que Hale.

Right off the bat, I just want to say that they were amazing parents who always did their best for their son, at least... until he was six.

Whilst the details about Wander's past and homeplanet are kept vague (damn you Disney) I personally believe that it was originally very pleasant. Vibrant flora, fresh air, clean water, a supply of a hyper-reactive element burried deep within the core which has the power to completely decimate planets if it touches anything other than itself- the usual stuff. Aside from that- it's dominant intelligent life was thriving.

Unfortunately, the hyper-reactive element began to react with the rest of the core (who would've guessed?) and an emergency evacuation was called for.

During the evacuation, Hale and Cranberry lost their son as he was oblivious to the danger about to happen. They were forcibly taken to the main evacuation ship, and had to hope their son found a spare evacuation ship. Refusing to believe that their son didn't escape in time, they both vowed to spend the rest of their immortal lives looking for their son.

Nowadays, they're not doing so well. Neither of their hopes for their son have dwindled, but they've been searching everywhere for 1000+ years, and they are tired. Cranberry (now going by Seeker) was hit the hardest. Her constant searching has dulled her fur and taken away the sparkle in her eyes, but Hale still loves and believes in her.

They often get confused for another of their kind, someone who wears a big, green hat, and likes to help- but they're sure that's just someone else who got lost during the evacuation. Nobody important.

[zestydistress]

MARBLE HORNETS TIM WRIGHT HEADCANONS

-Had to learn how to do basic things from his friends ever since he got to college. i.e. tying his shoes(the mental hospital definitely took away his shoelaces and he eventually forgot how to do it), swimming(makes entry #65 worse mentally and physically), doing laundry(bro got admitted when he was like 7 and was confined into his room for almost the entire time, he was not learning how to do laundry), sewing(no sharp objects in the ward), cooking(can't be in the kitchen as the nurses worried about the children hurting themselve), etc.

-Has a deep-rooted fear of drowning.(I like to think that ever since he was a kid he was experiencing those time warp torture sessions from the operator where he'd end up submerged underwater for unknown amounts of time)

-Fantastic at navigating. He can navigate the entirety of Rosswood forest. He can navigate any forest. I like to think that he led the guys to places in rosswood during the student film days since he was the only one to navigate the forest to get to film sites(and to get back to the parking lot)

-Has big issues with food textures, cannot stand mushy food.

-Is so sensitive when it comes to spices, bro cannot even handle a bell pepper./hj

-Cannot drink alcohol when on his medicine, was the designated driver every time he went out with friends.

-has a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep, but no one really noticed as he just lays completely still on his back with his arms pressed against his side and eyes closed until he drifts off. When he's asleep he'll move around a lot. He's a flailer. He will scream in his sleep too. Also talks in his sleep a lot and sleep walks.

-Disassociates frequently and often.

-When off his meds he cries when watching Disney movies

-Used to absolutely despise his meds because they made him feel so numb. He knew he was supposed to feel more than that and it made him even more reactive when off of them. Eventually he just grew to forget what it felt like to be off of them, he can't remember what it felt like when he could fully process emotions other than the comfortably numbed ones. He'd still get aggressive, happy, sad, etc. but he could only feel them strongly when they were in the extremes. Any other time it was just dulled from what he usually felt.

-Ever since Marble Hornets ended he's been taking care of his mom.

-Loses stuff so easily it's insane. Mostly loses his keys though.

-Has a terrible fashion sense since he was never able to choose his own clothes. Usually goes for vibrant clothes at first since he never had the option to wear anything that colorful before(this is my reasoning behind that horrendous monkey shirt he wore LOL)

-Has a kinda weak immune system. He was sick so much when he was a kid. His immune system isn't as bad as it could have been. Considering he regularly ran away and disappeared into the forest or further. His immune system got stronger when in college though.

-Picked up smoking like a month after he got out of the hospital, one of his only friends in there was an old man with a smoking problem and would always ask the staff for a smoke which they denied. He also kept calling Tim by the name of his deceased son.

-Basing him off of Night Mind's interpretation of marble hornets. So Masky isn't another personality or anything, it's just Tim trying to get to the bottom of this like Jay is. Except he's using much more... Violent methods. And he loses his memory of when he chooses to become Masky, so ToTheArk and Hoodie help him remember what their goal is(stopping Alex).

(also group headcanons:

I don't like the names masky and hoodie but I do realize they're the most recognized names for them. I love the name Techy for ToTheArk to match the theme, but I prefer calling them:

Tim = The Source

Brian = The Advocate

Jay = The Messenger

Alex = The Instigator

ToTheArk = The Projectionist

I have yet to come up with good ones for Jessica, Amy and Sarah. I have also yet to read the comics)

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

The Fall Part 2

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: You had a fall. James and Sirius aren't quite done being angry. Warnings: Angry James and Sirius, I guess Series Masterlist | Part 1

You sit there, still as a statue, staring up at James and Sirius. They look just as shaken as you feel, their eyes wide with disbelief and something close to fear.

The silence stretches out between you, filled only by the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant hum of the castle settling around you. It feels unnatural, this quiet, especially coming after such an intense exchange.

"James is right," Remus finally states, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. "We are worried about you, Y/N."

The weight of his gaze is heavy on your skin, but it doesn't stir the same anger that James's and Sirius's did. There's understanding there—a depth of emotion that suggests he knows more than he lets on.

"And yes," Remus continues, turning to face Sirius. "She has been managing her condition for years now. We can't forget that."

There's a pause as he allows his words to sink in, his eyes never leaving yours. You can see the wheels turning in his head, the gears shifting as he tries to find the right words—the ones that will bridge the gap between concern and autonomy.

"And this—" He gestures to the room around you. "—isn't something we can control or fix, no matter how much we want to."

Remus's voice softens, and for a moment, you think you see a flicker of sadness cross his features. But just as quickly, it's gone, replaced by the familiar calmness that always seems to surround him.

"Y/N," he says gently, taking a step towards you. His hand hovers over your arm, like he wants to offer some sort of comfort but isn't sure if it would be welcome. "I know it's hard for them to understand—to see you in pain and not be able to do anything."

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background. It's just you and Remus, two people caught in the middle of a storm, trying desperately to navigate through the chaos.

"But they care about you," he adds quietly. "That's why they're here. That's why they want to help."

You swallow hard, feeling the lump in your throat grow with each passing second. The truth stings, burns even, but it's impossible to ignore—not when Remus lays it out so bare, so raw. They love you, and that's why they're pushing so hard—even if it feels suffocating at times.

The harsh lines of James' face soften slightly as he takes in the scene before him—the worry etched into Remus's brow, your own hardened expression thawing under his friend's gentle words. He steps forward, not with the force of his earlier anger, but with a hesitance that speaks volumes about the gravity of this moment.

"Y/N," he begins, and his voice is different now—quieter, almost tentative. His hand extends towards you, hovering in mid-air like an unspoken offer of peace. "I'm... I'm sorry."

You can hear the sincerity in his tone, feel it in the way his fingers twitch ever so slightly as if yearning to bridge the gap between you. But apologies are just words, and right now, they are drops in an ocean of hurt and misunderstanding.

"I didn't mean to get angry." A sigh escapes him, heavy with regret. "Seeing you fall... I was scared too."

His gaze meets yours, searching for understanding—for some sign that you believe him. The guilt is evident in his eyes, clouding the once vibrant hazel with shades of remorse. For a moment, you see a glimpse of the boy who has been by your side through countless adventures, always quick with a joke or a reassuring smile. Now, that same boy stands before you, struggling to articulate the depth of his concern.

"It's just..." He pauses, looking down at his hands as if the answers might be written there. "When I think about you getting hurt when you’re alone, it scares me more than anything else."

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Sirius steps forward. The anger that had once painted his features in sharp lines is gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. He stops just short of touching you, his gaze dropping to where your hands rest on your lap. There's a moment of silence, and then he speaks again—his voice low and filled with an emotion you can't quite place.

"Every time I see you struggle... every time you wince or stumble..." Sirius trails off, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the images from his mind. "It feels like someone's squeezing my heart, Y/N. Because I know—I know—that it's not supposed to be this way."

His words hang heavy in the air, each one punctuated by the faintest tremor. You watch him, seeing the frustration etched into his face, but there's something else too—a fear that mirrors your own. It dawns on you then that perhaps Sirius isn't just angry at the world for putting you through this; maybe he's also scared.

Scared of losing you. Scared of watching you suffer. And most of all, scared that no matter how hard he fights, it won't be enough to keep you safe.

"I just... I hate feeling helpless." His eyes meet yours, and they're shining now—not with rage or defiance, but with something akin to desperation. "Watching you fight this battle alone... it terrifies me, Y/N."

There's a raw honesty in his confession—one that leaves you breathless. Because for all his bravado, for all his stubbornness, Sirius Black has never been good at hiding what he truly feels. And right now, standing before you with his heart laid bare, you can see just how deeply this affects him.

"I was wrong," he admits, his voice barely audible. "Wrong to help when you asked me not to. Wrong to let my fear control me instead of listening to what you needed."

The admission hangs heavily in the air, its weight pressing down on both of you. But there's a strange sense of relief too—the understanding that while the path ahead may be fraught with challenges, neither of you are alone.

You close your eyes, gathering your thoughts as the lingering tension from their outbursts still clings to the air. The silence that follows is a welcome respite, allowing you time to find the words buried beneath layers of frustration and fear.

"It's not just about the walking," you begin, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. "Or the falling. It's about... control." You open your eyes, meeting their gazes head-on. "It's about being able to decide when I need help and when I don't."

For years, this has been your reality—navigating a world that doesn't quite understand, finding ways to adapt even when it seems impossible. And while they've seen glimpses of your struggle, there's so much they haven't witnessed: the countless falls, the days when pain is your only companion, the nights spent wondering if tomorrow will be any easier.

"Sometimes, I do fall. Sometimes, things don't go as planned. But I've learned to live with that because I have no other choice." Your gaze hardens, determination seeping into every word. "And I refuse to let it define me or limit what I can do."

Their expressions are unreadable, but you see something shift behind their eyes—a flicker of understanding, perhaps, or the dawning realisation of how deeply this runs. You pause, giving them a moment to process before continuing.

"I appreciate your worry. Truly, I do. But part of caring for someone is trusting them to know their own limits. To respect their decisions, even if you don't agree with them."

Your words hang in the air between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. You watch them closely, searching their faces for signs of understanding, of acceptance.

"You're right." James breaks the silence first, his voice barely above a whisper. "We should've listened..."

Remus steps forward from where he's been standing silently, observing the confrontation unfold. His eyes meet yours—kind, understanding—and with a gentle touch on your shoulder, he offers an anchor amidst the chaos.

"They just want to be there for you," he says softly, "not to rob you of your independence but to ensure you never have to face this alone."

His words flow over you like a soothing balm, easing the raw edges left behind by the earlier argument. There's no judgement or blame in his tone, only empathy—the kind born of shared experiences and unspoken understandings.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead—a gesture so familiar, so comforting that it tugs at something deep within you. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to lean into the contact, to draw strength from his presence.

"It's okay to let them help sometimes, Y/N," Remus murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and steady. "But it's also okay to do things on your own terms. We'll make sure they understand that."

It's a promise—one that holds more weight than any reassurances James or Sirius could offer right now. Because Remus has always understood this delicate balance, this dance between offering support and respecting boundaries.

He pulls back slightly, giving you space yet remaining close enough to provide comfort if needed. His hand remains on your shoulder, a silent reminder that despite everything, you're not alone.

"Thank you, Remus." Your whisper barely reaches your own ears, but you know he hears it. He has always heard you, even when others didn't—or couldn't.

For a moment, silence settles over the room again—a respite from the storm, a chance to breathe and regroup. And as you sit there, surrounded by those who care for you most, you can't help but feel a faint glimmer of hope stir within you.

"Let me help, Y/N," James urges gently, his hand still cupping yours. His thumb traces a small circle against your skin, grounding you in the moment. "I'm sorry, I... we should have understood better."

For a long beat, all you hear is the sound of your own breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as James shifts closer. Despite the warmth radiating from his body, you can't shake off the chill that has settled deep within your bones—a lingering reminder of the fear that had gripped you earlier.

"But I need to learn how to let go, too." He admits, his fingers tightening around yours ever so slightly. "I just hate seeing you struggle when I could—"

"No, James." You cut him off mid-sentence, pulling away from his grasp. "That's where you're wrong. It's not about what you could do for me—it's about what I need to do for myself."

His gaze falters, but he doesn't look away. Instead, he seems to search your face for answers—as if hoping to decipher some hidden meaning behind your words.

"You're strong, sweetheart. That much is clear." There's a new edge to his voice now—one tinged with admiration rather than frustration. "But strength isn't always about doing everything alone. Sometimes, it means knowing when to accept help—even when it's hard."

You want to argue, to tell him he's missing the point. But the words catch in your throat, leaving you staring back at him in silence. Because part of you knows he's right—accepting help isn't a sign of weakness, no matter how much it feels like surrender.

"I promise, Y/N," James continues, his voice steady even as his eyes betray a hint of uncertainty. "We'll try to understand. To give you the space you need while still being there for you when you call."

He pauses, letting the words sink in before offering you a small smile—one that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but carries an earnestness you can't ignore.

"Forgive me, Y/N," Sirius says quietly, stepping closer so that the space between you is barely a breath. His hands move tentatively to your face, cupping it as though he's afraid you'll pull away.

His fingers are rough, but they're gentle against your skin, warm and grounding. A silent apology for what has transpired, seeking forgiveness without words.

"I didn't mean to make you feel...inadequate." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. "I just need to learn how to handle my fear when I see you getting hurt."

He brushes a thumb across your cheek, tracing over the skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you—the contours of your face, the softness beneath his touch. And in this moment, there's only him—only Sirius and the raw sincerity etched into his features.

Leaning in, he presses a tender kiss to your lips—a stark contrast from his usual confident kisses, this one is filled to the brim with emotion and an unspoken promise to do better.

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you close until there's no room left for doubts or insecurities—just the steady rhythm of two hearts beating as one.

And for the first time since the fall, you let go completely. The tension seeps out of your muscles, replaced by a warmth that radiates from where his body meets yours. You melt into his embrace, allowing yourself to be held, to be comforted, even if just for a little while. Then you feel the other two’s arms wrap around you—three layers of warmth and protection. You let out a shaky breath, your body trembling from the onslaught of emotions.

Remus's lips meet yours with a tenderness that mirrors his soul, the soft pressure like a balm on unseen bruises. His kiss whispers of promises meant to heal, not harm, and you find yourself leaning into the contact. Your fingers thread through the strands of his hair, anchoring him to you as if he could somehow lend you the stability his presence always brings.

And then it's James, his kiss warmer, more insistent—a reflection of the fire that fuels his spirit. The familiarity of his taste stirs memories of shared laughter and stolen moments, each one a testament to the bond that has weathered so many storms. His hands cradle your face, thumbs tracing the curve of your cheeks in a gesture that anchors you to the here and now—to the reality of their return and the reconciliation it offers.

"We're here, love," Sirius murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His hand reaches for yours, fingers threading through yours in a silent vow of solidarity. "We've got you."

You feel the weight of the argument lifting as the four of you sit there, pressed together, the closeness and love between you reaffirmed. In the quiet aftermath, the boys promise to respect your need for independence while making sure they’re there when you do need them.

"We'll work on it, Y/N," Sirius says, his voice rough with emotion. "Just...give us time."

"And let us help when we can," James adds, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "Not because we think you're weak, but because we care about you."

It's not perfect, this resolution. There are still edges that need smoothing, hurts that need healing. But it's a start—a step towards understanding and acceptance.

[trolagygirl2022]

Ricky ideal type

So Ricky really likes someone that is on the more talkative side! Kind of like a cute nerd! He can be quite introverted but he likes to have a partner that's quite chatty so he can listen to them and all whatnot. I see him liking someone that is flexible and can keep up with things, I see Ricky as a bit unpredictable at times, maybe with his emotions? Anyways, he likes someone that can keep up with that and also have some quirks of their own!

He likes someone that cares about work and their job, especially if they're passionate about what they do. Someone that is responsible in how they go about their emotions (i.e. not exploding at every minute). Someone that's well informed on stuff is really attractive, like I'm seeing him just looking at his partner with a lot of love in his eyes while they're talking (even though he probably doesn't really know what they're talking about).

He really likes someone that can carry a conversation and has very vibrant energy. People like that makes him go "oh you're kinda cute!". Again, he enjoys having someone talkative rather than a very shy person. I see him having eyes for someone that has a silly side to them.

I see him being a bit detached in romantic connections (not all the time, maybe around the beginning) so he doesn't want them to be all over him. I also see him liking if his partner talks about him, it boosts his ego and makes him feel good. Someone that can have a strong personality but can switch it up too. They have their own ways on going about things (i.e. communicating, they have their own little slang).

Some things I'm picking up on

glasses

round (round face, chubby cheeks, etc).

shorter than him

bunny/bambi like features (strongly on the bambi one)

soft lips

cute teeth (i.e. bunny teeth)

smell good

thin but not overly thin

mischievous face/look

heart shaped lips

[starleska]

Omg your Wally headcanons are ✨!!!

Could you maybe write how Wally would react to a neighbor that is prone to fainting?

d'aww thank you very much sweet anon, that means a lot!! 🥰 oh yes, i'd love to - what a sweet idea!! i hope you don't mind that i've taken some liberties with describing the fainting condition - my apologies if they don't match up to your experience if you're prone to fainting yourself 💖

Wally Darling x a Reader Prone to Fainting headcanons

⭐ you're always a little embarrassed to admit you're prone to fainting. although you know it's a legitimate medical condition that can leave you seriously hurt (and it has!), you can't help but feel burdensome to those around you - especially if you're asking them to remove a fainting trigger. no one is ever nasty about it - but sometimes, you feel their pity hits just as hard as a bad word. because of this, when you first move to Wally's neighbourhood and meet your colourful new friends, it takes you a while to open up about your fainting. they're all such vibrant, kind people, you have to brace yourself for what you're sure will be a sickeningly sympathetic reaction 😷 ⭐ but when you tell Wally about your condition, he reacts in an unexpected way. a wide smile stretches across his face, and he laughs, not unkindly. "ha ha ha! that's interesting." baffled, you ask him if he's making fun of you. he shakes his head, and says simply, "your brain gets too excited by the world, so it has to go to sleep. i think that's wonderful." Wally's words stick with you for the rest of the day, and you can't help grinning to yourself when you think about your strange new friend's worldview. he always manages to find a way to turn the most difficult situation into an opportunity for learning 😊 ⭐ the first time you faint in front of him, Wally saves your life. your fainting triggers are wide and varied: standing up too quickly, certain smells, strong emotions. however, your most common trigger is low blood sugar - if you don't eat enough or at the right times, you're sure to go down like a sack of bricks. the day was roasting, and yourself, Wally and the rest of the neighbourhood were having a blast with water balloons, super soakers, and all manner of gizmos to try and beat the heat. in all the fun, you'd totally forgotten to eat, but you stubbornly ignored the warning signs (nausea, seeing lights, etc.). when Barnaby and Julie tried to pull you back into their game of water tag, you told them you're just going to take a moment and sit in the paddling pool. you take your seat in the water, hoping that the coolness will help calm your nervous system...but then you feel your consciousness slip 👀 ⭐ the next thing you know, Wally pulls you, coughing and spluttering, from the water. you're shocked - Wally is normally so relaxed and talks with a slow, steady kind of ease, but now he's babbling, desperately trying to get you to focus on him and tell him your name. thankfully, you'd only been passed out for a moment; Wally saw you go under and rushed into action immediately. by the time everyone returns from their game, Wally already has you wrapped up snugly in a towel, and insists to the others that they continue having fun while he gets you home safely. from that moment on, Wally always keeps a close eye on you and looks out for your triggers. he makes sure to remind you to eat - and keeps a few spare snacks around, just in case 💖 this was an interesting prompt indeed!! i hope it's to your liking, anon 🥰💖

[cynic-spirit]

The flowers

Yn had a peculiar habit that never ceased to amuse and endear Bucky: she loved getting him flowers. It was a gesture that seemed to defy the rough, dangerous image of a mobster, but to Yn, it made perfect sense.

One sunny afternoon, Yn walked into a quaint little flower shop on her way to meet Bucky. She browsed through the colorful assortment, her fingers lightly grazing the petals of roses, lilies, and daisies. Finally, she selected a bouquet of vibrant sunflowers, their cheerful faces turned toward her as if to share their sunny disposition.

When she arrived at the club, the staff greeted her warmly, their eyes lighting up as they saw the bouquet in her hands. Yn always brought a sense of brightness and warmth wherever she went, and today was no different.

"Why can’t mobsters get flowers?" Yn would often ask with a playful smile whenever someone raised an eyebrow at her choice of gift. To her, Bucky was not just a mobster; he was a man deserving of beauty, care, and tenderness. She saw the vulnerable, loving side of him that most people never glimpsed.

Walking through the dimly lit hallway, Yn made her way to Bucky's office. The scent of the flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual smell of cigars and whiskey that lingered in the club. She knocked gently before entering.

Bucky looked up from his desk, his stern expression softening instantly when he saw her. His eyes fell on the bouquet, and a warm, genuine smile spread across his face. "Flowers again, doll?" he said, standing up to greet her.

Yn nodded, her own smile bright and full of affection. "Of course. You deserve them, Bucky. Why should only women get flowers?"

He took the bouquet from her, inhaling the sweet scent deeply. "They're beautiful, Yn. Thank you." He placed them in a vase on his desk, where they added a burst of color and life to the otherwise austere room.

"Everyone deserves to be reminded that they're cared for," Yn said, her voice soft but firm. "Even mobsters."

Bucky pulled her into a tender embrace, his hands lingering on her back. "You always know how to surprise me, Yn. You have a way of making even the hardest days better."

She leaned back slightly to look into his eyes. "That's because I love you, Bucky. And I want you to feel loved, in every way possible."

Bucky's heart swelled with emotion. He knew that Yn's gestures, as simple as they might seem, held profound meaning. They were reminders of her unwavering love and acceptance, no matter what the world thought of him.

Later, as Bucky sat in his office, his eyes frequently drifted to the sunflowers on his desk. Each time he looked at them, he was reminded of Yn's warmth and her unique way of showing love. It was in these quiet moments that he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for her.

The staff, who had seen Yn enter with the bouquet, couldn't help but smile at the sight. They often exchanged glances and whispered among themselves about how Yn had softened their tough boss in ways they never thought possible.

One evening, Bucky found himself recounting the story to his friends. "You know, Yn brought me sunflowers the other day," he began, his tone filled with fondness.

Steve, chimed in. "Sunflowers, huh? She really knows how to keep you on your toes, Buck."

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, she does. She just has this way of reminding me that there's more to life than this business. That there's beauty and kindness out there, too."

Thor, who was visiting, nodded in agreement. "A true warrior's heart she has, to bring light into darkness."

Bucky smiled, his heart full. "Yeah, she does. She's one of a kind."

In the end, Yn's flowers became a symbol of their love—simple yet profound, a reminder that even in the darkest of places, there could be light and beauty. And Bucky cherished that, just as he cherished her.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Don’t you dare

Carlos Oliveira x gn! reader

summary: Carlos shows Jill his s/o. Jill teases Carlos and says that she has a crush on you now.

warning: none just jealous Carlos

gif not mine!

Carlos paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He clutched a small photo in his hand, a picture of you, taken during a moment of pure joy and shared laughter. The image captured the essence of your vibrant spirit, and Carlos couldn't help but be captivated by your radiant smile.

Jill strolled into the room, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she caught sight of Carlos' restless demeanor. "Hey, Carlos, what's got you all worked up?" she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Carlos blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. He fumbled with the photo, his voice catching in his throat. "Jill, I... I wanted to show you something. Someone, actually." Intrigued, Jill leaned in closer, her eyes fixated on the photo in Carlos' trembling hands. As she gazed upon your image, her playful expression softened into one of genuine warmth. "Carlos, they look amazing. You really care about them, don't you?"

Carlos nodded, his heart swelling with affection. "Yeah, Jill, I do. I love them with all my heart. They bring light to my darkest days and make me feel like I can conquer anything."

Jill couldn't help but chuckle, a mischievous glimmer returning to her eyes. "Well, Carlos, it seems like you've got it bad. I think I might even have a little crush myself. Maybe I should get their number, eh?"

Carlos' brows furrowed, a sudden pang of jealousy piercing his heart. He tried to hide his emotions, but his moody demeanor gave him away. "Don’t you dare“ he starts in a harsh voice. Then he gets a bit calm after realizes that it might have been just a joke. "Come on. Don't joke like that. They're special to me, and I don't want to share."

Realizing the impact her teasing had on Carlos, Jill's playful demeanor quickly transformed into one of remorse. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to upset you. It's clear to me now how much they mean to you. You two look good together, and I hope you guys are happy together."

Carlos let out a heavy sigh, his jealousy dissipating as he absorbed Jill's sincere apology. He appreciated her understanding and knew deep down that she only wanted the best for him.

"Thanks, Jill. I'm sorry for being so moody. It's just... they're important to me, you know?" Jill nodded, her eyes filled with empathy. "I understand, Carlos. Love can make us feel vulnerable and protective. I'm here for you, always."

With their friendship strengthened through this candid exchange, Carlos and Jill shared a genuine moment of understanding. They both knew that love was a powerful force, capable of bringing joy and vulnerability in equal measure.

As they bid each other goodnight, Carlos clutched the photo of you tightly in his hand, a renewed sense of determination swelling within him. He was ready to embark on a journey of love, and with Jill's support, he knew he would navigate the complexities of his emotions with grace.

In the end, Carlos was filled with hope, knowing that the path ahead was illuminated by the love he shared with you. And as he fell asleep, thoughts of your laughter and the warmth of your presence enveloped his dreams, leaving him with a sense of content ment and a smile on his face. He knew that, no matter the challenges that lay ahead, he would face them with courage and devotion.

[bunk-bed-blorbos]

1, 2, 6, 9, and 17 (Also don't worry about forgetting to turn on asks, I've had moments like that too ;) )

(lol thank you)

Fluff: 1. What are things they both find funny?

Hilariously wrong tabloids. Even better now that they're public figures, so sometimes they'll get a wildly incorrect article written about Them, and it's always a riot Zuke: So, Who am I cheating on you with this week? Mayday: Apparently, you were caught last night sneaking out of... Oh My God, Club Planetarium! Zuke, scandalized: No... Mayday: Zuke, how could you? Zuke: I'm sorry Mayday, you know how attracted I am to humility! Zuke & Mayday: ....Pffft, HAHAHAHA- They will also laugh at harmless, petty celebrity drama, dumb internet memes, and terrible, terrible puns

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

"Whenever Mayday needs to make a decision between what her brain and her heart are telling her, she will pick her heart every time, and she's usually right." "A lot of people think Zuke is dumb 'cause he's quiet, but he just spends a lot of time in his head, thinkin' about stuff like music, art... the people he cares about..."

6. What is/are their love language(s)?

Mayday is a very Physically Touchy person. If Zuke is in one place for too long she will lay across him. It doesn't matter if he's sitting down at his drums to practice, it's canoodling time. She reacts very strongly to Words of Affirmation (See the 1010 fight), and will frequently give Gifts to Zuke of anything that reminds her of him, and squeals like a schoolgirl whenever she receives a gift in turn Zuke not only picked up on Mayday's Words of Affirmation response, but he also has that love language, and puts a lot of thought into what he says (He may not be the talkative one of the duo, but he makes his words count). He values Quality Time, and wants to spend all of it with May. But most of all, his love comes through in Acts of Service.

Angst: 9. Have they made each other cry?

Ah yes, Mayday, known the city over for taking rejection well. I buy into the common headcanon that May has some form of ADHD, and I also sprinkle in that she experiences Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. Because of this, she can feel a disproportionate amount of emotional pain if she feels like she's getting the cold shoulder from Zuke, which sucks because she knows that she's probably overreacting, which just makes her feel worse... As for Zuke, he's only ever cried because of May once... after the argument where she broke his sticks. Both of them agree that incident was the worst argument of their relationship, and both of them feel awful about it. May especially. She regretted it as soon as the structural integrity of the sticks failed. It was the first night since before they bunked their beds where they slept in separate rooms...

Depth: 17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

Zuke thinks of Mayday every time he sees a warm sunrise, vibrant flowers as pink as her eyes. He thinks of her whenever he smells or tastes sweet, tangy fruit and fresh cinnamon. He feels her in campfire and candle flames, in thick leather and the groove of old vinyls Mayday thinks of Zuke every time she sees the ocean, or a crystal clear stream. She smells him in delicate mints and earthy teas, and feels him running her hands through tall weeds or cool, running water. And of course, they hear each other. Whenever Zuke hears the hum of electricity, the crackle of a campfire, or the roar of a great predator, he hears her. Whenever Mayday hears the rain pelting against the city street, the thunder rolling through the sky, or the rumble of the City's districts moving, she hears him And finally, when the guitar reaches its climax.... when the drums kick in and make the song its own.... whenever they discover a new rock album, or listen back on what they've created.... They envision their partner, wielding their instrument with pride and passion, and themselves up on stage with them.