#idk 4am is a funny hour for me

[ecstarry]

[uhohwhathaveidone]

The Little Things (S.S)

When did it become 4am? Idk. Ghost files was playing in the background so I blame Shane and Ryan for distracting me. 

No warnings for this, it’s all fluff. Maybe angst if you look super closely but jokes on you, I tricked you. Maybe a part two because I definitely didn’t finish it but it’s on a pretty good cliffhanger. I listened to Artic Monkeys for the three hours it took me to give you a 2.9k fic, dedication. Snap Out of It is playing rn, life is good. Anyway Hufflepuff gn reader again becasue i said so (im sorry that was mean) Good night

       Ominis sat on the couch in the common room of the Slytherin house, listening carefully to his friend Sebastian. Due to his own disability, Ominis had no idea what most people looked like, and he never really cared to ask. But he was becoming close friends with the new 5th year student, a Hufflepuff who somehow became integrated into the group. He found their voice calming and would laugh if they said something funny or a quip at Sebastian over something. He didn’t want to ask his new friend about their looks, he thought it would be weird, so instead he asked Sebastian. Sebastian had joked about it at first, saying that you had a face full of ugly scars and moles all over your face, but after he saw Ominis quirk an eyebrow and sigh in annoyance, he settled down and gathered his thoughts.

      He had the clearest image of you in his head, as if you were standing in front of him. He took a breath, “Well, you already know that they’re nice, of course. Their face matches their personality, I think. Their eyes are like jewels of the brightest colour, and their eyebrows really match their face? I don’t know how to explain it.” He went on, describing you to Ominis in as much detail as possible, not leaving out a single characteristic, down to how long your eyelashes were and how tall you were.

      “What else?” Ominis asked, smirking to himself as he listened to Sebastian blabber on. “What? You want to know more?” He asked, earning a nod from Ominis. Sebastian thought to earlier, when he glanced over at you during Herbology. Professor Garlick had been talking about a rather confusing subject, Sebastian wasn’t even quite sure what it was about, but he knew it had something to do with magical plants. In his own confusion, he had looked over at you to see if you were understanding any better, only to be met with your squinting eyes as you tried to make sense of the words. You had done this a lot whenever you were confused, and Sebastian secretly found it adorable, though he would never tell anyone. Sometimes, if you were really confused, he would watch your nose scrunch up as well and a small frown dawn on your lips. When the class had ended, you had trotted up to him and elbowed him in the side, sighing. “Ow! What was that for?” Sebastian had asked, pushing you to the side and away from him. You shrugged in response, letting out a dramatic sigh. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, knowing that you just wanted him to ask you what was wrong. “Ok, fine. What’s wrong?” He eventually asked, pulling onto your robe to make sure you didn’t get separated from each other. He watched as you tried to hide a smile, replying. “I didn’t understand a word she said. I felt rather dumb.” Sebastian nodded his head and brought a hand up to pat you on the head. “I could tell, you’re not very good at keeping a straight face. But I didn’t understand anything either, so I suppose that makes up two idiots together, yeah?” You snorted in response, shaking his hand off your head. “I’m still smarter than you, so don’t get any ideas.” Sebastian quipped a quick “yeah right” and walked along side you, thinking about how soft your hair had felt for a moment. He never understood that, how you managed to always have soft hair.

      Ominis only continued to smile as Sebastian talked about the faces you made and what had happened that day. “Do they make those faces when they fall asleep during our study time?” He asked. Sebastian hummed in response as he remembered how you fell asleep at the table the three of you were occupying in the library, your face pressed against a book as soft, slightly muffled snores left you. “Yeah, their nose twitches a bit.” You had been studying charms for a test the next day, and you had brought the book up close to read the small writing that was in the corner. You scrunched your nose up then, too. Sebastian had been too busy explaining a concept for a charm to see you lay the book down on the table once again and try to stifle a yawn. When he asked you a question and waited for your reply, he heard a soft noise. Looking over, you had laid your head down and used the book as a pillow, a hand brought up to your face to rest against your cheek. He watched for a moment, taking in the details of your sleeping form. He recounted the details to Ominis now, mentioning how your eyes had shifted a bit under your eyelids, and how you twitched randomly and caused hair to fall into your face.

      Ominis didn’t even have to speak anymore, Sebastian just kept talking.

      The next day, during breakfast, you seemingly appeared from nowhere next to Sebastian at the table, pushing your shoulder against his own to grab something to eat. It startled the boy half to death, and he was left stuttering out a string of not-so-strong words. “Listen, I know that Hufflepuffs are supposed to be loyal, but you have to warn someone before you just appear, yeah?” He breathed, smoothing down his robes. You only shook your head in response, a piece of toast quite literally hanging from your mouth as you tried to reach for some jam, which was just too far away for your fingers to reach. Sebastian smiled as he grabbed the jam you had been reaching for, showing it to you. “This what you’re after?” He asked, and you nodded in response. His smile widened as he looked you in the eye, and placed the jam father away. The toast dropped from your mouth as you gasped, eyes beginning to squint in annoyance. “Ominis, they’re squinting at me, I might just die.” Sebastian joked, flailing dramatically. You huffed as you got up to fetch it yourself, mumbling. “Typical Slytherin. Oh, you want this? Go get it ha ha.” Ominis heard this and choked on his juice. “What was that?” Sebastian asked, who didn’t quite catch what you had said due to his own laughter. You sat back down and began spreading the jam on your toast. “You’re acting like a dog. A puppy even. Childish, like a Slytherin.” You quipped, pointing the dull knife at him. You continued, “All bark but no bite. Like a Golden Retriever.” Sebastian pretended to be offended as he took a bite of his food, leaning over to Ominis. “If we’re talking about dogs, someone is a Pomeranian.” He said, pretending to whisper to Ominis. You heard this, and wacked him upside his head. “Am not.” You retorted, taking a bite of toast finally. Ominis, thanks to Sebastian describing you, maybe too much, was able to imagine the face you were making as you argued lightly about how you most certainly were not a Pomeranian, but never state what kind of dog you thought you were. “I think you’re just Sebastian’s emotional support dog,” Ominis stated, using his shoulder to push Sebastian away. You titled your head slightly, a confused hum voicing your thoughts. “Well,” Ominis continued, “Everyone just calls you his emotional support Hufflepuff, but it’s pretty much the same thing.” “Hey!”

       That night, Sebastian came back to the common room later than usual, but mumbling excitedly to himself as he beelined to Ominis. “You will not believe what I just witnessed.” He started, dropping into a chair next to his friend. Ominis turned to his direction, wondering just what Sebastian could have witnessed. “Y/n. I was looking for them because I grabbed their potions book on accident, which, not my fault.” Sebastian started. Ominis shook his head and smiled, motioning for Sebastian to continue. “Anyway, I found them by their common room, but they didn’t go in for some reason. They were just standing there, swaying kind of?” Ominis began to imagine you in a trance state, just swaying for no reason. Sudden worry fell onto his face. “Were they cursed?” He asked, earning a laugh from Sebastian. “I thought so at first, so I went over to see if everything was ok.” He paused, trying not to laugh as he thought back to what you were doing. He had walked up to you slowly, as if you would turn around and attack him if he went too fast. As he got closer, he could hear you mumbling lightly to yourself, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. Surely you hadn’t gone crazy, swaying, and mumbling to a wall? He crept closer, wand ready just in case. As he found himself behind you, he peered over your shoulder. “They were swaying, to the moving cactus!” He laughed, clutching his sides. You were, in fact, dancing with the little cactus, entranced by its movement. Sebastian had let out a laugh when he realized what was going on, and caused you to jump backwards, right into him. He had caught you, still laughing as you looked up at him and scowled. “What are you laughing for?” You asked as you pushed yourself off of him and fixing your robes. Sebastian, nearly out of breath from laughing so hard, held his hand up to signal that he needed a moment. You crossed your arms and stared at him, a pouty frown forming on your lips. Sebastian saw this and had to take even more breaths. He mentioned this to Ominis, how you pouted at him. Ominis huffed in amusement, imagining what that must have looked like. Once Sebastian was able to catch his breath, he walked over to the cactus and pointed at it. “Dancing with a cactus?” You puffed your cheeks, not responding. He continued, “I don’t think it’s a good dance partner, it’s got the moves, but a bit prickly, don’t you think?” You kept your arms crossed, “Like you’re a better dance partner.” Sebastian scoffed at the thought of a cactus being better than him, but he still felt his cheeks heat up a bit. “Of course, I am.” He stopped at that, telling Ominis that he had clearly won that argument. Ominis shook his head as he got up, “Sebastian, you’re quite daft.” “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

         Ominis found it amusing to hear Sebastian talk about things, he always spoke in detail to give him a better picture, which also meant that he unintentionally spared hardly any details. Ominis had learned a long time ago how to identify what Sebastian was into by the way he described certain things. A bird would get the simple description, while something like the colour or texture of a potion he was making in class would be explained in depth. He noticed this while Sebastian talked about you. Although he knew Sebastian went into detail about what you looked like so he could get the best image possible, Sebastian would give unnecessary details, like if you had a leaf in your hair one day or how your eyes had a twinkle. Sebastian had paid such close attention to everything that you did, it was hard to think that he only saw you as a friend. Yet, Ominis could just feel the oblivious look on Sebastian’s face if it was ever brought up.

       It was some time the following week when Sebastian came across a moment of frustration. You had been a topic of conversation amongst fellow students. You always were. Yet, when some of the boys from his house came up to him and Ominis asking about you, Sebastian became defensive. He didn’t describe you to the boys like he described you to Ominis. This caused Ominis to smirk to himself as he listened in, noting the ting of jealousy in Sebastian’s voice. Once the group had left the two of them, Ominis dug his elbow into Sebastian’s side. “Ow! What are you on about, doing that?” Sebastian asked, holding his side. Ominis continued to try and poke Sebastian, mumbling. “You really like them; the big bad golden retriever Slytherin has a soft spot for the Hufflepuff.” He joked, of course, and he was unable to see the face Sebastian was making. But he knew just how flustered he got when he was unable to form a sentence to combat Ominis, his cheeks a bright red as he froze. Ominis had to explain to Sebastian what he meant, teasing him about how oblivious he was. “You talk a lot. Too much, sometimes. But you hardly spoke a word to them when they asked about y/n. You’re not too subtle, are you?”

      You walked in to see Ominis with a devious smile, his index finger still out and ready to poke Sebastian in his side. Sebastian, on the other hand, was frozen in place and red. It was quite a sight to see. You walked over and stood over the two boys. “What are you guys doing?” You asked, a smirk forming as you got a closer look at the scene the two of them had created. Sebastian looked up quickly and stared at you, much like a deer caught alone by a hunter. Ominis’ smile never left. “I was just teasing Sebastian. He’s been acting quite dumb and needed to be told.” Ominis got up and fixed his robes. “Well, I have places to go, so I’ll be seeing the two of you later for a study session for charms. No sleeping this time either.” And with that, he left.

      You took Ominis’ seat next to Sebastian, your smile growing larger as you watched him try to form some sort of sentence. “Have you been dumb, Sebastian?” You teased. Sebastian could only narrow his eyes at you. You continued to tease him, “Aw poor baby. Whatever shall we do?” Sebastian’s face got redder if that was even possible. You took notice of this and went to poke his cheek, the warmth almost burning you. Sebastian, still unable to form words, got up from his seat and turned his back and stood there. You took that as you hint to get up as well, and followed him out to the hall. You kept walking beside him, but were unable to see that he slowed down and walked behind you. When you finally noticed, he had run into your back, burying his head between your shoulders and moving to wrap his arms around you. You felt your cheeks flare up now, unable to do anything. “I’m not that dumb.” He mumbled, seemingly trying to burrow further into your back. At first you thought his feelings had been hurt, but you felt a smile grow on your back, and suddenly your sides were being attacked. “Sebastian you cheater!” You yelled, desperately trying to break free of his grasp. The boy wouldn’t let go, not until he tickled you until you were out of breath and falling to your knees. A triumphant step and a happy hum, he knelt with you, lightly head butting you. “Maybe you’re the dumb one.”

        “You’re both dumb.” Ominis said as he took his seat at the library table. Even after Sebastian had told him about the attack he launched on you, he didn’t say if he ever confessed. You hadn’t even shown up to the study session yet, and Ominis was already cursing you for your own feelings, had you even realized them yet was beyond him. “Now that’s rude.” Sebastian retorted, pulling his book out. Ominis scoffed, “Not rude enough, it appears. How is it that the two of you have not realized this yet? You think “Emotional Support Hufflepuff” was a friendly term or something?” Sebastian furrowed his brow, “Yes, is it not?” Ominis could only shake his head. “You are impossible.”

      A few moments later you had arrived, your book in hand and a quill and parchment in the other. “Get distracted by dancing cacti again?” Sebastian teased as you sat beside him. You shook your head, opening to the page the three of you had left off on. “Sounds like someone didn’t get poked enough.” You mumbled. Ominis let out a snort. The three of you began your study like normal, without you falling asleep this time. Before the library blew out its lights, the three of you left. Ominis had bid you farewell as he made his way back to the Slytherin dorm, claiming that he needed a shower before bed. You were left with Sebastian, who walked by your side and occasionally (and purposely) bumped into you. You gasped as he bumped into you too hard, sending you falling into a wall. Luckily, Sebastian realized just how hard he hit you, and quickly went to grab you before you contacted the stone. He wrapped his arms around you and held you still, muttering a “whoops” into your hair. You huffed, “If you wanted me to fall for you, all you had to do was ask.” You laughed at your own joke, congratulating yourself for coming up with something so fast. Sebastian stayed silent, seemingly holding you tighter. You felt him say something against your head and calmed your laughing down. “What was that?” You asked. Sebastian shook his head, eventually letting go of you and continuing to walk you to your dorm.

[simonsrosebud]

“It becomes kind of a lost and found situation” MY GOD. I WANT TO KNOW MORE PRETTY PLEASE

AHHH my wish is ur command, this is the full rundown on how Andrew stumbled upon Blake and brought her and Elliot into his and Neil’s family

So Andrew waits in the shed and catches her when she opens it. Mans is bored okay let him live.

Blake drops the bike and tries to run, and promptly trips in the still wet grass from when it rained an hour before. She kinda twists her ankle and tries to run again but can’t, and Andrew tells her to get up. She’s the same height as him and all fight, yet quickly folds when reality sinks. She begs him with mud on her arms and side of the face not to call the police or her dad “I-I was just- the 24 hour pharmacy is six miles away and I can’t drive and I just needed-” she’s close to hyperventilating and starts trying to back away. And Andrew tells her to knock it off. “You do this three times a week” boom got her. “I… I work there.” “At the pharmacy” “At the checkout counter,” she scowls. “At midnight” “I have school” “Not at 4pm” “I- look, are you going to get me in trouble or not?” “Contemplating it. Tell me the truth first.”

Blake works at the 24 hour CVS at 12-4am bc she doesn’t trust leaving her brother at home when she’s not there. Night time is safe bc everyone is asleep and safe. When she tells Andrew her brother is 14 and not like 3 he tries not to assume the worst. Because of this, he gives her Neil’s ratty old bike that’s been sitting for years, pumps the tires, and drops it on the grass for her. “Petal with one foot”

I should mention that he does this not bc he feels bad about her working at 15 years old but because he can’t won’t afford to get involved. She’s not his kid, she doesn’t know him, he has no ties or responsibility to her. He doesn’t know her situation, she never says anything about abuse and not every situation is like his own past, but he just has this sick feeling anyway.

That should’ve been the end of it, but two weeks later the bike shows up back in the shed looking like it’s been run over. A note attached reads “i’m sorry”. Andrew leaves $20 by the electric bike and writes “take the fucking bus” under her handwriting. 4 days later the money is gone.

Blake is gone for another 4 weeks, and then when Andrew can’t sleep one night he sits outside smoking a tiny bit of weed (bc Neil made him give up cigarettes long ago) and he catches her walking down the sidewalk. She freezes bc she was definitely about to borrow the electric bike again. This time he allows it. Neil hasn’t used the thing consistently since he was 38 (4 yrs ago) anyway.

2 weeks later he catches her outside again, this time texting Renee who is on the other side of the world for something he doesn’t care enough about, and Blake has a bruise on her jaw and a cut on her cheek, bandages around her one wrist/hand. “Bicycle accident” is what she says. “Funny. The bicycle is scuff free” He sees the brief panic in her face. “Who is hurting you?” bigger panic “No one, you’re crazy” “Maybe once. I know abuse when I see it” “fuck you, you don’t know me” he scares her off. No trace of Blake for 2 months, bike untouched.

2 months later, Andrew goes to the 24 hour CVS to get smth idk, not thinking ab it being Blake’s workplace, but what do u know? Blake is at the counter wearing a turtleneck in summer. She doesn’t notice him w her headphones in, and smth in Andrew cracks when she lifts a scratched up a bruised hand to lightly pull the neck down and itch, revealing the bruises. Her eyes are hollow when she sees him, recognition insignificant, but as soon as she realizes what he’s rlly looking at she silently shakes her head as if saying “no, not here, not now, not in front of others pls don’t say anything”.

Andrew leaves without purchasing anything.

However, when she steps outside 20 minutes later post-shift Andrew is waiting on the hood of his car. “If you lie to me, I will call the police and you can let them find out who choked you.”

Scratchy voiced, like she screamed too hard at a concert, she says “No-No please don’t, I can’t- you can’t call the police” “Give me one good reason not to” “He’ll- I’m only 15, they’ll make me quit my job and we can’t to afford- and they’ll split us up, and he- Elliot won’t- he can’t- oh my god” she starts breathing heavily and raggedly and trips over herself into the brick wall of the CVS. She’s never had a panic attack before and she can’t catch her breath and is she allergic to something? Is she dying? Andrew makes her sit without touching her, and waits her out patiently until she’s breathing normally.

“Please don’t call anyone” “Then show me” “Why? What the hell do you even want?” Andrew wishes he had an answer to that but he doesn’t. What does he want? For this kid to not die at the hands of someone else? To get off better than he had? Andrew’s been retired from exy for 6 years now, and sure, he got bored sometimes, but aiding a teenager he didn’t know out of abuse or through the foster system wasn’t something he was really looking to add to his plate.

To be honest, he’d been hoping that the bruises were from a boyfriend that she could just break up with. But Andrew knew better.

He wouldn’t know without seeing her wounds, though, and he’d done the trade game once to know that sometimes it worked. He pulled the sleeve of his shirt up and showed her his scars. She didn’t know who he was, there was no one for her to tell. He didn’t care anymore as it was.

“I gave myself these when I was younger than you. When things got worse, I got myself sent to juvie just to get away from it. I will make you a deal. You tell me the truth about what is going on, and I will get you away from it.”

“Not to juvie, I hope” she jokes meekly. He shakes his head and she just deflates. “It’s our dad” she whispers like he can hear her “He was always rough handed, but then our mom died two years ago and he just started getting really bad. Like, slaps me or spanks me for talking back, or-or throws shit all the time. I had- my hands were all wrapped up cause he threw a vase and it shattered, and I had to clean it up cause he won’t and he just- he just shoved me down into all the broken pieces and it cut me all up” she was crying again, shaking hands pressed to her eyes “and he almost drowned Elliot cause he thought throwing him in the lake over and over again would teach him to swim,” and oh that was an ugly sob “so now I make Elliot st-stay after school for sports and go right to his room after. I’ve been cooking our meals since mom died but dad doesn’t go to the grocery store and sometimes he barely gives me enough money to get food, so I’ve been working-” Blake cuts herself off bc she is trying not to panic again, and when she opens her puffy eyes she’s met with Andrew’s calm but blank stare.

Andrew doesn’t have the luxury of staging a car accident anymore, though. “And the neck?” “I told him I wish he died instead of mom” “Good”. Andrew stands and unlocks the car “We are going to get your brother, and then I am getting you out of the house. How long will it take for him to notice that you’re gone?” Blake looks scared again “I-I don’t know, he’ll notice, but he probably won’t do anything about it until night time. But he-he has my location on my phone”

Easy fix, she turns the location feature off and Andrew drives her to him and Neil’s house first bc he wants Neil as extra help just in case. “The girl that broke into the shed” “Oh, uh, hi? Why is she outside our bedroom?” Andrew switches to German “Her father beats her and favors drowning her brother.” Neil sits up bc okay that’s got his attention, and the first thing he says, albeit cautiously, is, “Does he… do I need to call-” “No” and phew thank god. Neil doesn’t need two confirmed hits on his hands. It’s been 23 years since he got rid of Grayson for Jean.

“We need to go get him out of the house, and in the morning we need to call our lawyer. For them” “Why not the police?” “She said no.” it’s so telling that that’s enough for Neil to get on board “Well, alright. Not forever, but definitely for the night”

Blake is kinda taken back by all of Neil’s scars bc he was sleeping shirtless after all, but then they’re leaving the house again and Blake is on the phone with Elliot that only gives Andriel a one sided convo about “we’re getting out of there for good, pack what you absolutely need, the rest we’ll… i don’t know, we’ll get another time, maybe…. yes, i’ll be there soon. don’t leave your room, i’m gonna go in and pack and then we’re out. quick and quiet, hear me?”

Anyway, luckily their dad isn’t even home they don’t know why. Neil sees Elliot looking through the window as they pull in, and when they follow Blake up the stairs Elliot trips backwards away from them “Who the fuck are they?” “We’re neighbors, kind of. We’re getting you out of here, take it or leave it” “El, it’s fine, please, I promise”

Neil goes with Elliot, who has a black eye and bruises from rough fingers on his forearm. “Dad left in a rampage when he saw you were gone, i told you that job wasn’t fucking worth it”

But then all four of them are safe in Andrew and Neil’s house, and King immediately goes over to Elliot who promptly collapses into a panic attack against the front door. He and Blake sleep in the guest bedroom except they really don’t sleep bc Andrew and Neil can hear the hushed whispers and questions and crying, because they might be in a strangers house and they might not know what comes next but they’re out and they’re safe and they’re going to be okay.

[natashasnoodle]

Hey! How are you doing? And i hope you’re enjoying your Halloween!

Idk if you’re taking requests but if u can, can u do a sweet comfort fluffy fic with nat x f!reader plz?

Where reader never really knew what it felt like to be in love with anyone let alone be loved and wanted especially with physical touches like hugs and kisses from a partner since reader was never given any growing up? Bonus points if you add in either reader’s unsent love letters to nat or nat’s mr.pig stuffie lol(you can pick either one for bonus points or not it’s up to you)

5am | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 1.4k

Hey hun! I'm doing good thank you, hope you are doing well yourself :) Let's just pretend this didn't take me from October to get round to writing I am so sorry 😭

Triggers: insomnia

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Sitting on a stool at the kitchen island in the compound, you sighed, fingertips circling the rim of your cup of coffee that had long gone cold. 

4am in the compound was a lonely place. Lonelier than normal. Though the feeling of isolation and solitude had become a somewhat comfort to you. Growing up in an emotionally stunted and unavailable household meant you struggled with many social interactions that seemingly came easy to your peers. 

The empty kitchen provided you with a feeling of calm in an otherwise chaotic life that you lead. Insomnia commonly kept you awake, and so you often found yourself thinking the night away at the kitchen counter. 

With shadows stretching and dancing around the walls in synchrony, the harsh light from the moon pouring in through gaps in the closed blinds, and the whistling of the wind through the many vents that kept the giant compound well-ventilated, the kitchen at such an early hour would seem like a nightmare to some. 

Not to you.

At first, you had found it unsettling, to say the least, but over the many months that you had resorted to using the room as a hideout, it had become a place of serenity by association. 

When kept up at night, you liked to just sit and think, and over time the various stimulants in the room meant that you were able to do your greatest thinking whilst in their presence. Psychology is a funny thing.

Your thoughts were mostly plagued by your shortcomings in life. How even though you had now been in a relationship with Natasha for four months, four great months, you still felt as though you were letting her down.

Physical affection is something that you had always craved, but your upbringing didn’t allow you to learn the cues that you thought you needed. As a touch-starved person, having no clue when to initiate a hug, or know when the person wants to hold hands was hard, never mind the more intimate touches that usually came with a relationship. 

Natasha was your ultimate comfort in life, and yet she was also your greatest fear. 

She was always incredibly patient with you. But you still felt like you were letting her down.

Letting Natasha down was something that you never wanted to do.

Ever.

A sigh escaped your parted lips as you let your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from exhaustion, but your mind still as wide awake as ever. Then a particularly strong gust of wind from the outside world travelled through the metal labyrinth above your head, pulling you out of your thoughts.

A reminder that it was now 5am and you still hadn’t slept. 

Your head fell into your hands as you pushed the undrunk coffee away. You just wanted to sleep.

“Y/n?”, a familiar voice along with the blaring overhead light being turned on made you jump out of your skin. Swiftly, you turned in your chair to face your girlfriend, who was standing with her hand still on the light switch, sporting gym attire. 

Her day was starting and yours had not yet ended. 

“Hey, Nat”, your weary voice painted a frown on her face, and immediately your chest constricted, you didn’t want her to be worried about you. 

You didn’t want her to view you as high maintenance. 

“Sweetheart, I thought you said your sleep had been getting better”, she pouted slightly whilst making her way over to you and taking a seat on the stool next to yours, scrunching her nose at the sight of the coffee. “Caffeine certainly isn’t going to help”, her tone was a bit harsh, but she meant well when she moved the cup further out of your grasp.

Wincing you looked up at her, her eyes softening immediately. “I never drink it, I just like the smell”, you gave her a half smile, one that she tried to return but it just ended up being a sad smile instead. “And I wasn’t lying, it had been a bit better than normal, just having a bit of a rough patch with it over the last few days”, you shrugged. 

You struggled to decipher Nat’s expression. The way that she was looking at you was new. It wasn’t pity like you had been expecting. She looked rather helpless, the way her eyes were trained on your facial features, tracking every movement, every muscle twitch, her tense posture showing just how out of her depth she was. 

For the first time ever, you had seen Natasha Romanoff looking helpless. 

Swallowing thickly, you looked down again and picked at the already damaged skin around your cuticles. “Hey, don’t”, Nat whispered as she placed her hands atop yours, your breath hitching at the contact. 

Your gaze met Natasha’s, whose eyes were sparkling with adoration, and a whole lot of worry mixed in there. “What can I do to help you?”.

Holding back tears at how gentle she was being with you, you shook your head, “I don’t want to bother you, hun, you’re in your gym clothes so you have training, right?”.

Nat shook her head with a small smile, “You are my top priority, so, what can I do to help you right now?”. 

Exhaling shakily, you spoke with your voice small, scared to request it. “Can I just have a hug?”. The crack in your voice made Nat’s heart shatter as she nodded frantically, and scooped you up into her arms, your body shaking as cries escaped you. 

“Shh, shh it’s okay. I know, it sucks. But I’ll always be here to give you a hug, okay? Always, I promise”. 

You nodded against her shoulder as your grip on each other tightened. “I just want to sleep”, you cried, Nat’s heart once again breaking. If she could take it all away for you she would in an instant. 

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah? We can go to my room, and I can stay with you until you sleep”.

Looking up at your girlfriend you shook your head, “You just woke up though”.

“I know”, she gave you a dopey grin, “But like I said, you’re my top priority, plus it gives me an excuse to get some cuddles in”. 

Guilt coursed through you, you hadn’t been enough for her.

“I’m sorry that I never initiate anything like that, it’s… it’s not that I don’t want to I just struggle I don’t know why”.

Nat’s face dropped, “No, I get it it’s okay, I’m more than happy to initiate for the both of us if that’s what you need”. When your face still looked wary, she placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, a smile easily breaking out on your face. “I love you”.

“I love you too”, you replied before you let out a huge yawn. 

“Yup, bedtime”, Nat concluded and looped her arms under your thighs to pick you up. In your sleep-deprived state, you didn’t comprehend what was going on, at all, so you looked around in confusion at the sudden height change as Nat started walking before it finally clicked in your head. 

Now feeling safe, you nuzzled your face into the crook of Nat’s neck, her heart melting into a puddle. 

It didn’t take long to reach Nat’s room, who gently placed you down under the covers of her bed before placing a kiss on your temple and moving away. She chuckled at the involuntary whine that you let out as you reached your arms out to her. “I’ll be two seconds I’m just putting a looser shirt on”, she explained.

You let out a hum of understanding as your eyes drifted closed, being with the person who made you feel safe was allowing your brain to relax more than it had in a while. 

When the bed dipped next to you, your eyes fluttered open as you felt yourself being manoeuvred into Nat’s hold, her grip loose but firm enough for your sleepy figure to feel anchored. It was nice.

Her hand gently rubbed up and down on your back as you again moved your face into the crook of her neck, her chin resting on the top of your head. “Sleep, sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up”, she promised.

The tiniest of smiles rested on your face as you soaked up all of the affection, allowing your eyes to close again, safe in the arms of your favourite person.

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

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[synthshenanigans]

woah hey a year has been passed wowie :0

First two weren't posted here cos they were too long ago & not CJish related but love the way he took up 70% of the year lol

[ Full images + templates below :} ]

[TW for Bright Colors, maybe blood & very very vague themes of depression/suicide for like 2 drawings I believe]

Long text about the arts if anyones actually curious!!

January: An old OC I completely forgot about until making this. He's based on old radio like things :}

February: Played Person 5 Royal last year & drew Joker cos idk he's neat. Fun fact, the same day I fully finished the game was the day Storm & a Spring came out. Also while grinding in the game, I had his Bidding & VoaC covers on repeat. Which was a bit annoying to do since they weren't on Spotify yet & YT on mobile didn't have looping then.

March: The Hawaii Part ii album cover :} I did post that eventually but that's the time I actually made it. Had listened to TME a couple of months before then which got me into the album, so months later I drew it cos why not? [Also the month Vol.1 fully released on everything. What's funny is my gallery for that day was a handful of memes I saved at 4am before I fell asleep. And then the next image saved is when I woke up which was a screenshot of the whiteboard in TfaR lol]

April: First main Jash art !!! And its not even with any of the songs from Vol. 1 lol. I had his Moss cover on repeat again & now that all of Vol. 1 was out, I drew Heart in some moss. Or really in the image from the video.

May: Lil animation I made of Heart with the song Don't Hit the Lights! Link to my post & the song can be found here :}. Still really like the song & even the drawings. Might remake em eventually idk

June: Sky/socialc1imb's Clue AU! I like murder mysteries & this one was real interesting so I drew it a lot lol. Might remake that one or one of the others I made at somepoint? It'll be a bit later if I do but ye

July: A redraw of a HMS piece I originally made back in May, based on the Three Wise Monkeys thing. I like the idea of it so I keep wanting to remake it.

August: I honestly can't remember if I posted that art or not. Actually yea I don't think I ever did PFFT. It's one of the few drawings I did of myself this year & its from CJs Not Perfect cover [as you can tell by the lyrics on it]. Also one of the very very few vent-ish arts I made. I like the background more than anything but its still neat ig?

September: Art for one of the best songs ever. I love Fine, I'm Fine its so good & I listened to it for like 70% of the 20+ hours it took me to make the drawing. Still proud of it so there's the sketch I drew on paper, the one on my tablet & then the final versions.

October: There was a lot from this month due to Jashtober. I still like this one lot & it wasn't insanely rushed so I picked this one to show lol.

November: I have no idea why I made a fun lil soul. I was having an identity crisis over my art style & ig decided to draw the guy who is a walking identity crisis/j

December: Same as September. One of my favorite songs ever was covered & released, so I made a drawing like everyone else lol.

[intertexts]

ive OFFICIALLY fallen victim to worm completely . I fucking fell asleep WHILE READING IT last night. Just woke up it is 3am DIDNT plug my phone in, tab STILL OPEN, bedside table lamp STILL ON. head in hands. I have still not finished the leviathan fight. WELL. MAYBE I HAVE IDK. SCION SHOWED UP and taylor is in the makeshift hospital and they're arresting her bc shes a villain (fucked up btw! her back is fuckjng broken!) you were so right dude everyone point and laugh this guy cannot escape the worm fugue . i am going back to bed now

BRO THOUGHT HE COULD ESCAPE THE WORM FUGUE!!!!!!! this is so funny im so sorry. this is such an evocative image ur describing. combined with the 4am timestamps of ur other lb posts. if it helps, i fucking tanked my gpa my first semester of freshman year of college because i started worm and could not Fucking put it down. was reading worm in class. was reading worm walking to class. was reading worm until 3am getting four hours of sleep and then reading worm some more. reading worm in mass and in the car and instead of doing any homework. (& also during the interludes of time when i wasn't reading worm i was frenziedly posting snowchester cbee. so.) genuinely black holed my life i barely even talked to my three housemates for the first couple months. so. you're doing better than me!!!!!! but YEAH!!! FUCKED UP!!!!!!!!!!!! i fucking love the leviathan fight it's such a huge game changer. insane. i love you taylor hebert....

[imfrom-neptune]

Rambly brain dump

I’m probably venting actually idk

Maybe don’t read this I just need to put it somewhere

I don’t think I realized that all the shit that happened just genuinely wasn’t as funny as I thought it was

Like it was happening and I was like “lmao my dad broke in a window tryna get into my house”. But let’s be real. My dad broke in a window tryna get into my house. What?? That happened to me? I was supposed to go to a concert that night. I missed it because I was helping to clean up glass and keep my siblings entertained. My dad broke a window.

I freak out when cars pass by my window and get nervous when people knock in the door cause it reminds me of the night my dad had cops shine lights through our windows at 4am trying to see if we were home. And the stupidest thing is no, my mom wasn’t home. I was alone and I had to be brave and deal with that by myself. Because she stayed out with her boyfriend and was too much of a coward to come back and keep me safe.

I stayed up until 5am packing up and moving and leaving my entire life behind. I live in a little house with a tiny pull out bed and a toy box as a bedside table. I packed my shit up while my mom was throwing away my things and yelling at me for not being able to carry things that were too heavy. I still packed my things and I still ended up in this sad little house and I still left my safe place and I can’t ever go back. That home belongs to someone else. That place isn’t mine anymore.

And this doesn’t even only apply to things that happened during the divorce.

I had to have been like six at most, and my mom had my mouth tapped shut while I cried in a corner.

I’ve been locked out on my front porch at least three times. I was maybe 12.

My mom has been throwing out my things for years. It started with toys when I “misbehaved”, and now it’s things that actually matter to me. She broke into my fucking locker thing just to get into my personal stuff and throw it all away. And then she had the nerve to deny it. She threw away my art because she didn’t like it. She took away the apps I needed to make YouTube videos because she didn’t like them. Everything I’ve ever told her I liked, she’s always found a way to ruin.

When my parents found out I was queer they yelled at me about it for hours. Punished me for it. Told me I could tell anyone I wanted but no one would ever believe me. And y’know what? I told my Opa and he believed me. They’re probably half the reason I was so scared to tell him. But guess fucking what? They were wrong. And now they want me to believe they’re soooo supportive? Fuck that.

In 7th grade I was (for lack of a nicer way to say it-) very suicidal and I struggled slightly with hurting myself. Ofc I didn’t hurt myself in a way that mattered, I don’t even have scars anymore, but regardless. They found out about this, and punished me for that too. I literally wanted to be dead, thought I deserved it, and they grounded me for it. Didn’t help me at all. Just made me feel worse about it. I got myself clean and I made myself want to be alive again. They didn’t do anything for me.

I’ve been hit for things I shouldn’t have been. Sometimes I made the mistake of fighting back. I haven’t been hit since the divorce, cause y’know, they want me to like them. But I used to be hit all the time and I’m now realizing how scary that really is.

I’ve been threatened to have cops called on me. I’ve been threatened to be abandoned. I’ve been threatened to be killed.

I’ve been told straight up that my mother regrets me. Which is the funniest (or, maybe not funniest?) thing because I was literally unplanned. Though my mom refuses to admit it, I did the math, and my dad told me. We all know.

And I guess I just find it easier to play it like a joke. But it’s sorta hit me over the past two weeks that it actually affected me and I actually have problems because of it. It’s not funny. I may have had a childhood full of toys but I also had yelling outside my door at late night hours.

And I just played it as a joke because I didn’t know what else to do. Now it’s too late to be upset about it. It’s all happened and now I’ve gotta grow up and pretend it didn’t. I didn’t get the good parents. And I can’t do anything about it.

and it’s so scary cause if they can fake 20 years of love, what does that say about me? I’m both of them in one. I’m every bad thing they’ve done, put together. I’m a result of those mistakes. Am I designed to be as bad as they are? Cause I desperately want to be nothing like them.

I wish none of this ever happened to me. I remember too much and at the same find half of my memory is blank. I don’t know why I deserved this, and it makes it so hard to believe I didn’t. Why would such bad things happen to me if I didn’t deserve it? I did it all by myself for what reason?

[katastrophic-n3vulaa]

if you want a story about 3 people with birthdays on a 6 hour bus in a couple of days and also why my science teacher is amazing then this is a story for you if you can be bothered. idk i dont care but i wanted to actually put this somewhere to remember it.

am going on school camp on the 1st. and we're all going in turns- like, classes are split into weeks into groups. im in the last one bc kayaking and biking were the least popular camps bc snow camp exists (i get it perisher is nice but i would freeze)

anYWAYS

so all of us going in the last week fit on 1 bus because there's not many. and most of my classmates are on this weeks camp, so there are... 6 of us in science&maths, 11 in history, geo, religious studies and pdh, and 5 of us in english. french doesnt exist to me i have a double tmr afternoon and im ignoring it.

anyways bc my science teacher is amazing and also kind of mean sometimes, she had told us she was bringing in a cake. a woolies mud cake- and yeah, she did we ate it in the lab today ignoring the rules.

so i arrive early and see her walking into the room and she like- lifts the woolies bag and so i go 'oh cake' and then there's this conversation and somehow we get to the fact that my laptop says it's 2am at 830 in the morning and i need to reset it and it is definitely not relating to my godawful sleep schedule. then she says 'you could be dreaming' then my other 2 classmates who were late walk in and im like 'she bought the cake' and she THEN SAID 'no its my lunch' and so i look at her like 'what.' and she laughed and then i explained why i thought it was cake and the weird time on my laptop and she said 'you could be dreaming' and then i said 'no bc if it was a dream you would have the cake' then she said 'no i have the cake' and uiweorghjkdfs

i love her but wow. i mean i cant say shit i am also a menace to friends but STILL. (after we finished the work we also had an argument about the best season and she says winter despite living in australia then we got onto how annoying it is to be cold when doing a sport then she pulled a 'BACK IN MY DAY I GOT UP AT 4AM FOR SWIMMING' and we laughed bc she isnt old- like. early 20s- and yeah i love my science teacher. summer is the best though)

OK BACK TO CAMP.

so of those of us that are going on camp, it is one of my classmates' birthday on the 30th, his friend's on the 31st and mine on the 1st, and bc the drive down to the pack site is on the first (then we split into camps & groups) and it was also my science teachers bday yesterday - the three of us w/ bdays are bringing stuff for us as if we're gonna share but no. the probably stupid amount of treats will be for only the three of us bc its a 6 hour drive. and we're very funny.

but also bc we're the last camp, everythig is due the week we get back???? so this week is speedrun finish things and oreygwhbfjdkn i hate maths criterion c assessments they kill me. so much.

anyways. some people in my classes are ass. some of them i absolutely love.

[glitterypin]

Good Omens 30 Day Challenge! (x)

Day 17: Least favourite Demon

look, it's 4am, I got home half an hour ago and I'm dead on my feet but I don't want to skip or miss a day.

so, it's Ligur. idk, none of the demons awaken in me such wrath as Sandalphon or the Metatron and, if anything, most demons are at least funny. so, I'm going to say Ligur is my least favourite because he is the least funny. there ya go, good night, see you in the morning with Day 18.

[shibaraki]

Hai!!!!! Idk if you saw me in those notifications, but I binge read a few of your fics!!!! They were all soo good!!!! Ahhh!!! Thank you for them!!! I really enjoy the way you write Shoto!!! But I really like the way you write anybody also!!

That Voicemail fic with Deku was an unexpected hit for me, like I loved it, I loved the interactions with Bakugou, the way you made him care, but you made him care in the way only Bakugou would!

Oh and "Threes a crowd" that was wonderfully funny lol, Shouto so would be jealous of a plush of himself lol!!!(all three of them, Bakugou, Deku, and Sho, would be jealous of a plush lol!!)

Ooh and "To Build a home" and it's sequel "so this is love" are amazing!! I love a jealous Shouto! And how he acted at the lil party at the bar, just sold to me how much I love how you write him as jealous!!

I'll keep saying this, because I wanna reiterate it alot, but THANK YOU for writing these!!!! I really do love them!! (especially at like 4am when I can't sleep! Something about fics at the am times hits different!)

I hope you have the bestest day, night, week, month, rest of the year!! Or whenever!!! (That might have been too much lol, no sleep really messes with you lol!!😆)

omg hello again love you sure are spoiling me with all this praise!!! thank you so much for reading my works aaaah I am over the moon you enjoyed them and that they kept you company in the wee hours!!! I definitely have fun writing the main three now I’ve solidified my personal image of them, it’s a real treat to know other people are loving my portrayal!

sending you a whole lotta love and I hope the week is good to you 🫶🏻✨

[dedfandom-xwx]

Hey this is me rambling at 4am so if you don’t wanna hear my random stuff then just skip over this post, but if you do then read under the cut. Idk what this is gonna contain and it might turn into a vent or get very opinionated so please so hate on me I just wanna ramble 😭👍

Okay but like can we just talk about Noel Gruber and Mischa for a second? Or like, Eddie Dear and Frank Frankly? I just realized Eddie and drink don’t have the same last name even though they’re married. I know some people like don’t change their name and that’s like totally cool and everything like no shame but I had no clue at first that they were married. Do they even have rings…? Idc if they do or not their designs are so friggin cute. I wanna hurdle a specific VR skin of Eddie into a wall though.

ANYWAYS, Noel and Mischa, am I right? That is true best friend energy right there. So silly goofy. A angry SoundCloud rapper and a romantic gay being. I never thought better energy would come from two characters.

i started to try animating. I made a little Home animation and I’m hoping to post it soon. Took me about 2 hours. It’s my first ever animation I’m actually a little proud of so please no throwin shame 🥲

ALSO I also wanna talk about how funny some of the word in the English language are. I know we kinda steal a lot of words from other places and like a lot of Latin words and stuff like that. But tell me, how in the fresh heck did we come up with words like the ones in science on the table thingy that I can’t spell correctly the one with all the boxes and colors and stuff?? (I know what it’s called but i just can’t spell it.)

Oaiajekeowowiwiwiwhwhwhwjskaopworurhrnxnxnxncgdbsjslalwiw

the current worm in my brain: Tick, Frank Frankly, and Sam Winchester for some reason??

man do I love supernatural. I also really like Friends and Big Bang Theory and Good Omens and Unsolved Mysteries and stuff like that. THATS what you call quality content.

i wish people would ask me more questions. Random Ik. I hate talking about myself but I like to answer peoples questions. Is there something wrong with me for that??

i really should log off and get some sleep but I don’t feel like it. This is a loooooooong ramble. I should probably shut up or som.

OKAY but physical pain. Like why. I just want to ride roller coasters and not feel like I’m gonna cry every two seconds when I’m trying to sleep.

when you meet a buisness man you must stake him by the hand

I wanna lick a book. Like one of the really old ones with canvas covers. Feel like it’s taste good.

I feel like Sundrops pants would be such a bad texture. Probably grimy and yucky and like a potato sack.

YUPPEE

In my life, I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. But in my dreams I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France!

not gonna say the next line cause it’s a bit SuGeStIvE I guess

why are suggestive songs such a bop. Like you take away the lyrics or listen to piano versions and I’m head banging like I’m at a rock concert like it’s that good. For example, Say No To This from Hamilton. Or ofc, Noel’s Lament from RTC. BANGERS BRO. As an ace person, yeah a little uncomfy BUT THEYRE SO GOOD WKSGSISNWBSOSK

I wanna eat fries

I need sleep

WE ALLLLL HAVE A WOOOOORM IN OUT BRAAAAAAAAAAIN

I’m legit crying over SIOB rn why am I like this if didn’t even watch the episode kasoajwosgsiswdns

imma try to end this ramble here. If you make it this far, you’re amazing. Hope you’re having a nice day/night/evening/afternoon! 🫀🫀

and an apple for Wally 🍎

🚪🏃

[year2007]

went on a walk outside yesterday at 4am for a couple hours, smoked my pipe next to a group of straight guys. i was listening to cold visions on blast so i couldn't hear them, until a video played and paused the audio. overheard them talking and one guy used the phrase "projecting onto her", and i was like holy shit lemme listen.. basically he was ashamed of himself for picking fights with his gf.. like asking to see her phone cause he was scared of her cheating. and his friend was like you know the solution is tho? is if you stay faithful and clean. and he was like thats what i'm saying i've been getting better at rejecting girls at the club, because then i worry less about my girl cheating. which is kinda funny to me but also he seemed genuinely distraught over the current state of their relationship. idk how straight women do it... but also if your man is out at 5am on a friday night having a deep talk with his bros about how he wants to save the relationship i think that means he loves you?

[real-goblin-p33]

something I journaled about my dreams from last night<3

featuring the Top Gear Dudes and Kevin

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i slept at Kevin's last night<3

he was watching Top Gear for a while before we both went to sleep, but I couldn't stay awake

i had a dream that there was a tunnel, but more like a rift-opening in the ground that was dug by a bunch of people.

The dudes on Top Gear were talking about stuff in front of a part of it.

they showed a map pinpointing their location on the rift which extended from top to bottom of Great Britain- and explained many people died creating it.

the purpose of the rift that people had sacrificed their life for was not explained- it was just there.

they entered somehow, and were doing the show, but I don't remember anything about the car down there...

later, away from the cave-rift thing (above ground) in a different segment, Jeremy walks away from James, Richard, and the car they're interviewing- the camera follows.

he leads us, talking, gesturing with his hands, and turning to face the camera sometimes- to this pit in a yard behind a house.

there is a white fence to the side of the grassy pit, which slopes down into the darkness.

there are strange bloody smears all around, and the grass had been ruffed up.

Jeremy offers no explanation, but gestures in his fashion, as if he was showing a particularly interesting car, and enters the pit.

down the dirt slope, light barely visible from the entrance above- Jeremy is showing us this bloody overturned bucket, which has been screwed down onto this wooden crate.

squatting, his head is about a foot from touching the ceiling of the dirt cavern,

he explains the intricate design and engineering behind the screws, and reveals his drill, then removes two from the bucket...

then I woke up and had to pee

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in one dream, I had to piss in an odd bathroom (I was holding my pee before bed)

and I don't remember why, but one of my brothers told on me for something and their Dad was very angry with me, but I stuck up for myself

but I felt bad for little James getting in trouble for letting me use the video game

(we weren't allowed to play with the stuff he bought for his kids usually)

i was eating pressed flowers from the glass because I was angry

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one dream, two people were observing another couple, and they were thinking "they don't appreciate what they have together..." and then reflected about themselves

idk it was sweeter in my dream, I can't really find words for it- it was meant to be felt

it's 5:55 rn

then I woke up cuz Kevin asked me if I forgot to set my alarm, then we both checked and it was 4am hahaha

like only an hour ago, but funny

i told him I was breaking up with him, and got up to pee

i reflected on that dream in a daze on the toilet.

then pet his knee, said I love you, and layed down again.

i thought about how special our connection was, how easily we get along...

i love you, Kevin

[ureadybabe]

𝓶.

friday night / may 25th.

what an unusual and unexpected way to meet someone. i was really nervous to finally see you and i had been putting it off for a few weeks because the situation was so new to me, and just so intense. but you asked me if i wanted to go on a night drive and i said yes. i was unsure at first, but i decided to just finally bite the bullet and get it over with because there had been so much tension brewing for weeks if not months. and there was a full moon, and the vibes just felt right and something in my gut just told me it was time.

so i snuck out of my house silent as a mouse and walked to the gate. i felt like a teenager again. you texted me that you were at the gate and i walked to your car and omg i was soooo nervous the whole walk there. but as soon as i saw you, i felt like all of that melted away. this was our first time alone together. and our first time hanging out. but yet things just quickly began to feel very easy and familiar between us.

we started to drive around, you went on southern and then australian, my favorite route hehe but you didn’t know that. you were playing music (always a plus) and you were driving stick shift (so hot) & you knew i wanted you to drive fast and you did and oh boy was that something. i looked at the dash and saw you were going 128 mph. what a rush. after doing a few fast curves, i asked you if we could go to the beach. so we decided to go to juno because you said it’s really dark there and we can see the stars.

we walked towards the beach and sat on the sand and talked for hours. and the time honestly went by so fast. and the vibes were so so good i honestly couldn’t believe it. we had been texting for over a month and your texts were at times very sexually forward and that scared me a bit. but you were a total gentlemen in person and made me feel so safe and comfortable. all my nerves melted away. it’s a lost art, making a woman feel safe. you even brought out sides of my personality that i felt were buried deep down. i told you my reservations about you, that i thought you might be promiscuous but you told me no and you cleared up my doubts… then you said i look like a heartbreaker because im so pretty but i said no.. i usually am the one that gets hurt because im a lover girl… to which you responded do you think im a lover boy? and i said i don’t know yet… you don’t seem like the romantic type and you responded to that with “oh yeah because sitting on the beach talking for hours isn’t romantic” and omg that was so funny to me. all night we spent it laughing, making jokes, it was just such a fun time. we compared our hand sizes and yours seemed so much bigger than mine and i found that so sexy. then at one point you laid back, and i laid down too, with my head on your chest and i said “this is so random” and you said “what?” and i said “us.” because it really is… and then you started caressing my back, my neck, my ears with your fingertips, & omg it felt so good i wanted to melt on the spot. what a gentle touch. and i honestly wanted to kiss you in that moment but i didn’t. i refrained. i told you it felt so good and you said don’t say that or ill get horny and i laughed. i put my leg over your body and you touched my leg too. you said my skin is so soft. and i felt really beautiful, the way you were looking at me made me feel that way. soon it was time to go, and during our walk back to your car we stopped to hug and the way your body felt against mine just felt soooo good. i loved that hug so much. when we got to the car you opened the door for me which i wasn’t expecting and even better you took the sand off my feet with your hands and idk, the whole thing was just so romantic and cute… i was really feeling like a princess.

i was pretty sad the night was coming to an end, but it was around 4am at that point and you had to wake up at 6am for work. i felt so bad and you were so tired. you were low on gas and you debated if we could make it the wawa on belvedere? i said we can try lol. and so we did. as we were driving there you said “imagine if we got stranded and i have to call my mom” which i replied with “uh yeah then id have to hide behind a tree” lol and you said oh yeah i forgot about that. (his mom knows my recent ex who also happens to be his room mate omg yikes) anyways…. when we get to the gas station, we made brief eye contact at one point and woah your gaze was so intense it took me aback lol. but anyways yeah, we continue driving home after and we starting singing Don’t stop believing by Journey and it was such a vibe. during the drive i grabbed your hand and we held it for a few moments but you were driving stick so it couldn’t be always lol. but it felt so nice … and reminded me of the last time i saw you, at the pool party, us secretly holding hands … sigh. anyways… the sad moment came for when we got home and i was so nervous bc i obviously knew something was gonna happen lol and so i bite the bullet once more and say “this is all you’re gonna get tonight” and i gave you a juicy peck, just a quick peck. and then you grabbed my head and gave me a crazy ass french kiss like attacking my face LOL which i was not prepared for so tbh i won’t even be counting that kiss as our first kiss. because it was just really fast and kinda awkward bc i was caught off guard. but anyways…. i left and you waited to make sure i was inside before you drove off which i loved… and then that was it… and for the past 2 days i’ve been thinking about it …. and i really can’t wait to see you again.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Heyy, I’d like to request a match up from Tokyo revengers. Specifically a boy.

My pronouns are she/her.

I’m a Sagittarius. (Not sure if that helps in any way)

I would say I’m ambiverted. I enjoy my time alone and need time to recharge, but I also love to see people and be social. I usually attempt to initiate conversations with people I meet, but usually if they fall on the more quiet shy side I don’t really put in the effort unless I’m rlly interested in developing a friendship/relationship with them.

I talk about anything under the sun once I get the vibes that we get along and that we are comfortable w each other. I could consider myself a funny person (at least that’s what I hear from most ppl I hang around). I would say I have a dark sense of humour, but only indulge in it if I know that person is comfortable and finds that kinda stuff funny as well.

Likes: I rlly enjoy trying new foods, I’ll pretty much each anything, but I stay away from dairy stuff, rlly strong tasting vegetables, are meats with the gooey fat in it. Sometimes the oils in the fat is way too rich for me and the texture makes me gag.

I rlly rlly like going out to dinners w my girl friends

Love amusement parks and night markets

I enjoy going on trips to wherever, love the idea of travelling with friends or a significant others,

I’ve been trying to stop, but I love drinking with friends. On weekends I’m out with friends at the club or a random persons house or wherever the night takes us. Usually get home at 3-4am.

On weekdays I like to chill out, I’m either working, at the gym, or shopping online for clothes or grocery shopping. I try to do something productive everyday, even if it’s something small.

I rlly rlly enjoy the gym, I feel like it’s the perfect place for my favourite things. I love music and I can do that while lifting on the smith machine or going on the treadmill and just zoning out and day dreaming 😂also a perfect excuse to not text anyone back and to not have anyone bother me. I rlly like to check myself out in the mirror once I’m done. I feel like after u lift heavy weights on ur glutes ur ass gets rlly pumped😭😭

I love shopping online on FaceTime with my friend. Sometimes it can take hours, but whatever. Love to buy new make up and try new things for the weekend. Probably have a bad spending habit, but it’s ok the money will come back.

I enjoy reading. Usually stuff about psychology, philosophical stuff, business or any sort of fiction. It’s hard for me to start, but once I do I can’t stop.

I love deep talks with people, I feel like sometimes it’s hard to come across that. Usually ppl have small talk or surface level conversations, while it’s not a bad thing I don’t particularly enjoy it as much. But, I don’t necessarily hate it.

I love to just drive around aimlessly so I can listen to music. If I could I would just walk around outside for that, but I feel like I would look dumb walking on the same street back and forth. I like any kind of genre as long as it’s pleasant to my ears.

I like cooking as long as I have all the right ingredients.

I like watching those drama reality tv shows when I’m alone or with a girl friend. Like love is blind on Netflix. Idk if you’ve heard of that but it’s messy and entertaining. Not rlly a good thing, but sometimes I like to watch ppl argue😭. I love horror movies, but ONLY if I’m with a significant other or a group of friends. I like actions movies etc all of them. Not rlly a fan of the dark drama movies unless I’m feeling emotional and it fits the face of the day.

Dislikes: not rlly a fan of hypocritical ppl.

I don’t like ppl who get moody easily or if they’re having a bad day they make sure EVERYONE is having a bad day. If ur mad go b mad by yourself.

Don’t particularly enjoy it if smo doesn’t know or like to have fun. Everyone has their dislikes and I can respect that, but for me I’d like to b around smo who can enjoy things.

I don’t like it when ppl r unnecessarily loud. Pipe down. More specifically (shion and sanzu)

Don’t like guys who can’t have fun w their girl’s girly stuff. Like just have fun.

I don’t get along w ppl who can’t take a joke or can’t joke around. Ppl who r dead serious all the time.

I get annoyed w ppl who don’t rlly have common sense. If they ask a question w a very obvious answer. Smth like that. Or create a problem for themselves and I offer a very much different easy solution and they just don’t like it.

I don’t like ppl who r very goody two shoes. It’s not bad to have a good head on ur shoulders, but through my teen years I’ve always been surrounded by a lot of trouble makers. The girls I would b with are much like me, yk normal but quite accustomed to messed up things. A lot of the guy friends that I have/had have been to jail or been involved w not so morally good things. It isn’t a good thing to say or what not, but for a good portion of my teen hood and a little now I’ve been surrounded by a lot of immoral stuff that I didn’t realize it was because it was so normalized. ( this is not me bragging because I rlly don’t think it is smth to brag about). But, I’ve realized that because of all this I’ve noticed I find it very hard to truly get along with ppl who have grown up in a more clean environment. I’ve always felt I had to bite my tongue or not truly b able to say the things I wanna say. At my work I’ve let things slip and I can tell my coworkers r sometimes a little taken back. I myself don’t indulge in those stuff, but when we r talking stories n stuff I don’t realize that the stuff I am talking about r not normal. I always feel like I can’t rlly open up about personal stuff and etc because that other stuff that I have seen or been associated with is going to b a part of it. It’s like telling a story to ur mom and stopping halfway cuz u realize ur about to snitch on yourself😂

I always feel happy when I’m able to find smo who can relate or have similar experiences and I can rlly unveil myself. It feels very freeing and comforting.

I dislike hot n cold ppl.

My type:

I am rlly fond of guys who r cold on the outside, but are the sweetest to their significant other or ppl they love. Makes u feel extra special😂and it’s also cute

I like guys who joke around and can take a mean joke.

I like playful guys

I like guys who will worship the ground u walk on

I like guys who r happy to spend money on u

Very turned on by a guy that would protect u and will fight for u.

Unfortunately, I do like those bad boy types😭BUT not to me. That’s a no no.

And add on is if he has status. Not a must have but it would be nice. Like yes baby pop off 😭🫶🏼

I love men who lead the way for u. Initiates plans, wants to do things w u. Like to go out w u. Brings u home. Basically I don’t have to use my brain around him.

Love a man who wants u to meet his buddies. Brings u to his house etc

I want a man who will go to the gym w me. Let’s build our booties together.

This sounds messed up, but I’d like a guy who has been through smth😭I only say that because a lot of the time ppl who have been through smth traumatic become perceptive to other ppls emotions what not and it would b easy to bond and relate to things. Basically I want a guy who can see through me.

I like tattoos. Not a must, but it’s nice.

Personality:

I’ve been described as a bitch when I first meet ppl because I have a rbf, unfortunately. But, when they get to know me they say I’m quite kind. Sometimes I am taken back because I do feel over the years I’ve gotten a little cold and I do believe that ppl do feel it sometimes. I’ve very quick to cut ppl off despite knowing them for many years. In the past, I would definitely believe in second chances, but if u did what u did then that’s it. Although, from ppl that I got to know very closely they say that I’m very sweet many many times. I remember one of my coworkers was kinda just staring at me and she was like “ur actually a very sweet girl inside”. I was rlly taken back but it was nice. Same w my mom and best friend. Literally that word “sweet” has been used over and over I’m not sure why. Maybe I rlly do come off as a cold person and I don’t realize it😭

I would say I’m very polite and good at reading ppl.

Im pretty straight forward. I make jokes out of any situation even if it’s bad. But, if ik it’s serious I’ll give heart felt advice and words. I would say I’ve reserved my sympathy and love for ppl that I choose. It kind of goes against about me saying that I’m a sweet person, but that’s what most other ppl were saying so we’ll go w that.

While I do keep my walls up for ppl on the outside, when it comes to ppl I choose to be in my life I would do anything for them.

I have been called a “player” by most of my friends, but idk I’ve never seen it that way. If I know a guy isn’t good news I will mess around w him, as he’s probably doing the same. Although, if I know a guy genuinely has good intentions for me I’ll open my heart up to him and treat him w the same respect and so on. A lot of ppl misunderstand my character a lot and sometimes it does bother me, but it’s whatever.

I can tease ppl quite a bit, and sometimes it annoys them, but I find it quite amusing. I will make sure to apologize after though 😂

Sometimes ppl think I’m mean because I can be a liiiittle too sarcastic and may come off as me being dead serious, but I’m not.

I make out of pocket jokes all the time and say things that ppl want to say, but don’t. And I’ve grown comfortable w doing that because they do laugh since ur saying what everyone is thinking. A little confusing, but yk😭

I would say I’m quite a confident person with new ppl. When it comes to guys I don’t feel shy even if they’re rllyyyy cute. Although, if I genuinely like a guy I do get very flustered and nervous. With guys I don’t have any intentions with, I feel like I usually lead the way, but w a guy im talking to I feel like a little girl😂

I find a lot of things fun and always make smth out of nothing.

I’m pretty in control with my emotions and can be very analytical w my thoughts. But, when it comes to ppl I genuinely care about I’ve noticed all of that goes out the window.

I can feel pretty jealous when it comes to a significant other, but then my thoughts contradict that. For example I’ll FEEL jealous but I’ll be thinking “lol why would he ever have his eyes on another girl when he has me, personality, looks and everything”. Basically saying that it’s impossible for him to do anything grimy.

I am very understanding and smart with other ppls emotions and decisions. (If that makes any sense)

When I get angry I don’t allow myself to take my anger out on whoever. I always calm myself down and then talk to them calmly and rationally.

Sometimesss I can be a little selfish without realizing it. But, I make up for it when it’s pointed out or when I realize it. It’s been a work in progress.

Looks: I got black long hair. Might cut it a bit shorter for change who knows.

I have lash extensions, but not those heavy butterfly lashes.

I get my nails done. Pedicure manicure.

I have a cursive script tattoo on my collarbone. Wanted to get smth a little classy looking. I have a nose stud. Used to have a ring but switched it.

I also have Japanese kanji between my b00bs. It’s hidden so only for a special smo to see. It sounds funky, but I promise it looks good😂

I wear jewelry, not tooooo much though. A good amount.

I have an average amount of b00b. My bum is quite there. Time at the gym has rlly been fruitful😗

Style:

During chill days, I would say my style is more laid back, but put together. I usually wear a small purse w whatever I have. Very feminine looking especially during the summer and spring. I like wearing long or short skirts. The long ones I like tight so I can show my curves. Summer and spring varies between clothes like that. Winter time I would say smth more comfy. Usually converse w those tna flare pants. And a nice cute top. Usually smth loose. Maybe a knitted top.

On weekends I go all out. When I go to the club I wear heels and smth tight😭 usually curl my hair or straighten it. Nice winged eyeliner etc

If we’re drinking and we don’t go to the club I’ll wear smth nice but with shoes.

If me n my friends r going to those expensive restaurants, I’ll wear smth classy looking. Have my hair in a blow out if I can accomplish that. It’s very hard, so usually I’ll just curl it. I feel like curling hair softens ur features and makes u look more approachable.

Anyways that was very long. I didn’t mean to make it long, but I got carried away😭I hope u can respond 😋<3 (plz don’t give me draken, kaku or mikey. But, if u do it is what it is🫡OR HANMA N KISASKI)

Hi. As I’ve said before, I take all characters into consideration when I do a matchup. Lucky for you, you didn’t get any of those characters you didn’t want. I did give you a more controversial character though. So, I hope you like it.

You Got…

Taiju Shiba!!

First off, he has tattoos. And you cannot tell me you get abs like that from not working out!

SPOILER ALERT 🚨: He ends up owning a restaurant so he would only take you to the finest!

I think you would be able to calm him down if he gets really angry since you understand being angry.

I picture rooftop club dates.

I will argue anyone who disagrees with me on this. I think he is secretly a softy. He just had to grow up too fast. He cared enough to leave them because he knew he was always going to be a monster.

Lastly, he’s been through a lot.

This man is literally your ideal type!

[superfallingstars]

Re: your recent canon vs fanon post, and the ATYD timeline:

I appreciate that the ATYD timeline seems super useful to any fans writing fics based off that story. And to be fair, it's labeled fanon (f) or headcanon (hc) where possible. It's awesome that the author did that; there's a lot of ATYD that most people just accept as "basically canon", and it's nice that the creator at least took the time out to note that it's not really.

My biggest issue with it is the descriptions for canon events that are incorrect or not labelled appropriately. For example, Regulus's death is labelled "Regulus and Kreacher go to the cave late and Reg sacrifices himself for Kreacher after destroying the original horcrux". In canon, Regulus doesn't destroy the locket. That's kind of a big plot point of the seventh book...

And for another example: in the timeline, Snape's Worst Memory is labelled: "despite the fact that they were not talking anymore the mars hear Snape saying some shit about Remus and spreading 'rumors' that he is a werewolf. They immediately decide that they need to put a stop to that shit, snape's worst memory ensues. Snape had already told lily that R is a werewolf but L played dumb, however after hearing him call her a literal slur she is over his shit and friend dumps him". In canon, SWM happens because Sirius is bored, not because Snape plans to "out" Remus... he's actually sworn to secrecy at this point, and neither Sirius nor Remus ever give this as an excuse for their behavior during SWM; all they say is that they were young and acted like arrogant berks sometimes.

Idk. I appreciate the effort that went into the timeline but... I think calling it "accurate" is a bit of a stretch. Accurate to the fic, sure. Canon? No.

wow i very much appreciate that you took the time to write all this out, go off. i imagine the calendar is indeed a helpful resource for atyd marauders fans and also can very much see it as like a "hey guys i made this thing for myself and i'm super proud of it! maybe you'll like it too!" kinda thing... like it's not the end of the world if somebody's personal canon ("canon") reference is inaccurate and says snape is homophobic. it's just a pain in my world and i'll complain about it for a while

but also yeah you're very much right about the canon events. i guess it must be referring to events that are technically canon but happen differently in atyd? benefit of the doubt? also i genuinely can't believe that atyd changed snape's worst memory from snape getting bullied to... snape getting righteously bullied for being a bad person? the prospect of this is so funny to me that i'm legit cry laughing over it. tho it's also nearly 4am where i am. strange emotional reactions happen during the witching hour

idk i'm going to say that maybe op posted it for their circle of atyd fans and didn't expect it to break containment to the larger fandom, so didn't feel the need to say "accurate (to atyd)." admittedly i'm cbt-ing myself here but whatever, my sanity requires it. thank you for the ask and for your diligent corrections <3 now time for bed