#ive been thinking about this for days.....

[ranboolivesaysstuff]

Do you still have access to the "ranboobutnot" twitch (your alt from like 2021) very curious if thqts just become a relic lost to time or if you could still use it

Yeah i do, ive been thinking about just going live on it one day

[wqnwoos]

⇢ pairing. chwe vernon x reader ⇢ summary. vernon loves music, and you love vernon. ⇢ genre. fluff, bffs2lovers, college!au ⇢ word count. approx. 2k ⇢ author’s note! happy (early) valentine’s day! i unfortunately wrote this last week which means it came so close to deletion at least 10 times, and so im posting it now to prevent that. thank you to alta @haologram for helping me brainstorm the playlist, i truly believe u are a gift to this world.

playlist. love language, kehlani / jasmine, dpr live / want u around, omar apollo & ruel / like i want you, giveon / thinkin bout you, frank ocean / best part, daniel caesar & h.e.r.

It’s closing in on two in the morning when you finally leave the library. Your phone’s been on do not disturb since you got there at seven, which feels like forever ago — as you exit, casting a sympathetic glance at the remaining two students still glued to their textbooks, you scroll quickly through your notifications. Two emails, a follow request, and a passive-aggressive threat from Duolingo.

You pull your coat tighter around you as you finally emerge through the last set of double doors — it’s freezing, and you’re just about to stow your hands deep into your pockets when your phone buzzes.

[2:03am] vernon 👽🖤 yo [2:03am] vernon 👽🖤 ur prob asleep but i made u smth [2:04am] vernon 👽🖤 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4grGIbqG5VSvNpDLuwdG7X

Instinctively, you smile. You and Vernon have a bunch of playlists. A collaborative one, for when you’re together, driving or hanging out or whatever. Then he has one for you with all the songs he thinks you’ll like, and then you have one for him for the same reason. 

[2:05am] you another one?  [2:06am] vernon 👽🖤  yooo why are u still up dude [2:06am] you hypocrite 🫵 [2:06am] you but i’m walking home from the library rn

vernon 👽🖤  is calling . . .

“Dude,” he says, by way of greeting, and he doesn’t sound impressed.

“Dude,” you mimic exactly, biting back a smile at the sound of his voice.

“It’s two in the morning,” he sighs, and you can hear sheets rustling in the background. “Why are you walking home alone?”

“It’s not far, Vernon.” 

“It’s dark and it’s been snowing. You should have called me,” he reprimands without any heat. “I would’ve picked you up.”

“Well, it is two in the morning.” You cross the road, stepping over a patch of snow. “I assumed you’d be asleep, not curating another playlist.”

“Oh. Yeah, that — that was — have you opened it?” Vernon’s words trip over each other, and your lips turn up ever so slightly. God, he’s so sweet.

“What, are you nervous?” you tease, unable to resist. “I have, like, fifteen of your playlists saved already.”

“You haven’t opened it,” he infers, and exhales a little. “Okay, um, maybe you should… wait. Until the morning or something.”

“Yeah, right,” you snort. “I’m listening to it now! It’s going to keep me company on my way home. Talk to you later!”

And you hang up before he can protest, already scrolling to find the link he sent you.

The first thing you notice is the name — Love Language. Which makes your heart twist a little, until you realise it’s the name of the first song, and anyway, you and Vernon have made this joke a hundred times. His love language is making playlists, he does it for his friends all the time. You included — you especially. Like the time he’d eaten the last slice of a cake you’d bought, apparently because he thought it was free-for-all. You’d given him the silent treatment for a day and a half before he’d texted you a playlist link: 

I AM (IVE)

really (mimi bay)

Sorry (Justin Bieber)

About (SoKuen)

EATING (Sukihana)

The Cake (John Powell)

I Will (Remastered 2009) (The Beatles)

Buy (Cousines like Shit)

You (Basil Valdez)

MORE (j-hope)

Please Please Please (Sabrina Carpenter)

Forgive Me (Chloe x Halle)

It made you laugh, because Vernon always makes you laugh. A few months and a few playlists later, you were harbouring the biggest crush known to mankind.

That was three years ago. You and Vernon are seniors now, set to graduate next summer, and what was meant to be a harmless crush on a friend has turned into being completely, totally in love with your best friend. It wasn’t that serious until it suddenly was. It was butterflies in your stomach when you saw him, at first. Now it’s like a sigh of relief. It's more coming home. Which is a lot more dangerous, and a lot more painful.

You handle it, most days, but sometimes he’ll do something or say something that completely throws your perfectly regulated emotions into overdrive. He’ll laugh at a stupid joke you make, or he’ll grab your hand to make a point or he’ll tell you that you’re pretty, and your heart swells until it presses painfully against your ribs, hot and slippery and aching. Those days, you mostly go home just to lie on the floor, listen to the only playlist of yours that Vernon hasn’t seen.

The second thing you notice about the playlist Vernon made you is the cover. It’s you, you know it immediately, and you know exactly which day it was taken. You just didn’t know it was taken. But your best friend must’ve snapped a photo when you weren’t looking, because the cover is you, looking up at the cherry blossom tree that the two of you stumbled on during a late-night walk. It was maybe a little under a year ago, it was the night you realised you loved him, and it was the night you almost kissed.

You don’t know if he remembers it the same way you do. To you, that’s your biggest what if? moment. To him, it’s probably just another fun memory with his friend. His best friend, if you’re lucky.

It takes you a second, but you finally click play on the playlist — but the picture stares back at you, practically taunting you with the memory.

The two of you had been walking for twenty minutes, sharing airpods, until you’d seen the tree and gathered a pile of pink petals to dump over Vernon’s head; he’d realised what you were doing just a moment too late. Asshole, he’d said smilingly, brushing the petals off with two hands. Everything that happened next was cliché. He’d missed a spot, one pale petal still clinging to his hair; you reached your hand up to get it, and lingered a little too long, a little too close. You don’t think you’ve ever held eye contact for so long — it felt like forever and then some.

Until his eyes flicked downward. Only for a split second: if you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it, but you saw it, and it was enough to have you taking a step back. Not like this, you’d thought to yourself. You wouldn’t do anything like that. You wouldn’t throw years of friendship and an extended period of pining away so easily — you wouldn’t risk it over an impulse that Vernon was experiencing. If you couldn’t have all of him, you refused to even take one night. You’d rather not know than live with the memory.

You’re halfway through the second song when you finally snap out of the memory, and you can actually take a moment to glance at the rest of the playlist. To your surprise, it’s short — it’s only six songs — and more interestingly, you know all these songs. And Vernon knows you know them; some of them you recommended to him, some of them he’s sent to you already, and you’re still wondering what he’s thinking as the third song ends. 

Despite you claiming to be his best friend, you don’t always understand Vernon. Sometimes it’s little things, like how he fist bumps the cat on the street corner of his apartment. Sometimes it’s bigger, like the girl he dated last year. You didn’t understand that — or maybe you didn’t want to, because yes, you were well on your way to being in love with him, but he also didn’t tell you. You found out from Seungkwan (who was kind of triumphant about it, because he was always vying for the position of Vernon’s best friend, and he finally knew something you didn’t).

Mina was lovely. As if Vernon would date someone not lovely — he brought her to movie night after a month or so of them seeing each other, and she met your group of friends, and everyone loved her. Even you. And honestly, after excusing yourself to the bathroom to blink away your watery eyes, you convinced yourself that it was for the better: that this would be how you officially got over your best friend. So when Soonyoung asked you to go on a blind date with one of his friends the next week, you said yes. You and Wonwoo saw each other for about a month before you broke it off, and about a month after that, Vernon showed up at movie night without his girlfriend, and casually mentioned that they’d broken up.

Even the news of that didn’t do much to soothe you, because you’d quickly come to a conclusion while dating Wonwoo: that it would not be easy to get over your best friend. You knew you loved him now. You’d come to that realisation under the cherry blossom tree, a few months after both of your breakups, a year after you realised that you liked him like that in the first place. It’s been well over two years since you first fell for him, and you’ve been stuck there ever since — falling deeper and deeper because you refuse to pull yourself out.

Sometimes, on your most hopeful nights, you think that maybe Vernon could feel something too. Some nights he looks at you with a certain shine in his eyes, or when he hugs you he makes it last a little longer than usual. Some nights he opens his mouth to say something and the words get stuck in his throat, and he waves it off like nothing happened. Symptoms that are all too familiar.

Those nights are even worse, the ones where you go home and read too much into his every move, try in vain to stifle the hope that insists on clawing its way to your chest. Those nights are getting more and more frequent, and you don’t know how much longer you can handle it. Those nights, something in you is convinced he feels something, that maybe he could like you — on the very worst, you think he might even love you. But by the next morning, you’re dead certain that all you’ll ever be is a friend to him.

But now — today — you’re eight minutes away from home and nearly five songs in when it starts snowing, and at the same time, the cogs in your mind slowly start turning. You love these songs, Vernon knows you love these songs. You’re pretty sure they’re some of his favourites too; he’s always listening to them. And you’re so preoccupied with the realisation that’s sinking in, that same traitorous hope you’ve always shoved down stirring again in your chest, you barely even notice the snowflakes settling around you.

Because maybe you don’t always understand Vernon, but most of the time you do, even if it takes a little while — even if he has to spell things out for you, like his stupid cake playlist. Because that’s what he’s doing, you realise with a sudden jolt, looking at your favourite songs. Your favourite love songs. He’s spelling it out for you. That this is his love language; that he wants you; that he thinks about you; and as the last song finishes, just as you turn onto your street — if you love me, won’t you say something?

When you finally look up, you think you’re hallucinating. Because Vernon’s standing in front of your apartment building, holding an umbrella, and it startles you so much you actually stop in your tracks a few metres from him, blinking idiotically.

Vernon gives you a shy smile, charming and awkward. Your heart does the thing it always does when he looks at you like that; stutters, skips a beat, clenches tightly.

“You stopped replying to my texts,” he says, and the street’s empty enough that you can hear him, even from where you’re standing. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You don’t say anything because what can you even say? Where do you even start? You don’t have words — but you tap quickly at your phone with a sudden idea, and you hear the ping of Vernon’s phone from where you’re standing. You move closer anyway, smiling at the familiar furrow of his brow as he glances between you and the phone he digs out of his pocket. And you see the exact moment he registers what you’ve sent him, the smile that spreads across his face.

[2:39am] you https://open.spotify.com/track/5oO3drDxtziYU2H1X23ZIp [love on the brain - rihanna]

You and Vernon first met at a party. Seungkwan had promised both of you, separately, that it wasn’t a party, more of a small gathering between his friends, but of course, Seungkwan’s definition of small doesn’t match yours. And so you were kind of hiding in a corner, nodding your head and mouthing subconsciously to Rihanna’s Love on the Brain; you’d turned your head a few inches, and Chwe Vernon was standing a few metres away, doing the exact same thing. You guys had accidentally made eye contact and split into matching embarrassed smiles, until he’d sat next to you. He’d offered you possibly the most awkward fist bump ever, pairing it with an even more awkward, “So, uh, got love on the brain?” You’d laughed, and that was it — the beginning of you and Vernon.

Now, he pockets his phone again, but holds the umbrella out over both of your heads, which only makes you giggle. “You brought an umbrella?”

“It’s snowing,” he shrugs, but his smile is wide, “It’s just like… colder rain.” 

“Stupid.” What’s more stupid is the smile you can’t peel off your face. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” he counters, and you tilt your head with a sheepish smile. So many reasons, but one look at him and you forget them all.

“So,” he murmurs, slipping his free hand around your waist, “got love on the brain, hm?”

“Something like that,” you agree, and after three years of wanting and waiting, you finally kiss him.

a/n i linked the playlist vernon made at the top (yes i dug up one of my very old spotify accounts to do this). i have very mixed feelings about this one. it's kind of cheesy but so is most of my work, and anyway it's valentine's day!! so who cares!!! also once again this got a banner bc once again this picture inspired the whole thing. also wtf is up with tumblr ruining image quality!!!

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[livingincolorsagain]

ok so like imagine eddie unpacking in el paso & he pulls out an lafd hoodie that's just a little too big & when he turns it over he realizes it says BUCKLEY on the back & he smiles, huffs out a little laugh before his face crumples for just a second but he folds it up on his bed & winds up falling asleep curled against it & he sometimes wears it around the house when no one else is there

you know that ive been thinking about this nonstop since you sent to me. like the idea possessed me. eddie in buck’s lafd hoodie while he’s in el paso is all i think about now. so here’s (even more!) of it while i try and finish it up <33

If asked, Eddie would swear it was an accident. Buck does his laundry over at his house often enough that their clothes getting mixed up is a recurring problem.

Or, well. It was a recurring problem, when Eddie was in L.A.; now, Eddie’s in El Paso, Texas, and there’s no clothes to mix up, because it’s just him and the neighborhood cat that sometimes greets him in the morning, and it’s not like the neighborhood cat has any laundry.

So, it’s his clothes, all of it. Except for an LAFD hoodie, just one size larger than what Eddie would normally wear, because it’s not his. It’s Buck’s.

He’s not sure how the hoodie made it all the way from L.A. to El Paso. Or, he knows how, he just… doesn’t know how. He’s also not sure why Buck hasn’t mentioned it yet.

Most of all, he’s not sure why he hasn’t mentioned it. It’s just a hoodie that was packed by mistake, it’s an easy conversation starter, probably a little funny anecdote. Look, Buck, when I packed my life to move back to El Paso so I can try and fix my relationship with my son and be closer to him, I barely thought to take any of my clothes, but I accidentally packed your hoodie. Yeah, the one you wear all the time it’s basically threadbare. Yeah, the one that always smells just like you. Yeah, Buck, the one that I have been wearing even though it ranges from seventy to eighty degrees on a good day. Global warming really is killing our planet. Isn’t that so funny? Do you want it back? I would send it back if you ask. I would rather you don’t, though.

Well. Maybe Eddie has an idea for why he’s not saying anything. Buck has been nothing but supportive and understanding and helpful in the way only he can be, and Eddie is worried that asking to keep that hoodie would be the last straw, it would be him asking for too much, even though, sometimes, he feels like he could ask Buck to hand him the sky, and Buck would place all of the universe in his palm.

Buck probably didn’t even notice, is what Eddie settles on. He has so many LAFD hoodies he has accumulated over the years, and technically this one isn’t anything special, it’s just the one that Buck has been wearing the most recently, before Eddie found it folded somewhere between a pair of fading jeans and an old white sweater.

Eddie lets himself have this one thing. It’s just a hoodie. It’s just Buck’s hoodie.

[k1ng-ej]

Shadow the Hedgehog X Reader

A valentine's confession

Note: first time writing for this silly guy, expect more vday related posts. i might open requests again soon, ive been in a depression episode for a hot minute now so this is the first thing ive written in a few days, i love him so much. Requests for him are open!

Shadow stood at your front door, hesitating to knock. For months you had enthusiastically shared your excitement for Valentine's day, mentioning it daily. During this time, Shadow wrested with his feelings. Each time you appeared with that radiant smile, he felt a spark in his chest that drew him closer to you than anyone else. He found himself paying more attention to your words and frequently caught himself admiring you from afar. Yet, he couldn't quite place his finger on what this feeling was, or, he was just in denial about them. As Valentine's day approached, with the sun dipping below the horizon, Shadow couldn't shake the worry of your absence. After all the excitement you had generated around this day, you had vanished just when it finally arrived. He asked others where you were, but no one knew

Finally, with a long sigh, he drew three sharp knocks to your door. He could hear muffled groans, a few clattering sounds, some muttered curses, and finally the unmistakable sound of locks turning as you opened your door. Instantly, he took in your disheveled state: the dullness in your eyes, the tangled mess of your hair, and the wrinkled clothes that suggested a sleepless night. You sniffled, surprise flashing across your face.

"Shadow! What's up? Did you need somethin'?" You asked, leaning against the door-frame. Shadow quickly realized that you were sick, and that was why you were cooped up in your house all day.

"Do you have a cold?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Unfortunately came down with it last night and, man, this is a rough one. Usually a little cold doesn't keep me in bed all day but this one sure did!" You explained, your voice was hoarse, no doubt from all the coughing you were probably doing.

Shadow quirked an eyebrow at you. "Have you been taking medication?"

From the way you immediately broke eye contact and started fumbling over your words, he knew that was a no. You always were stubborn. He sighed and shook his head at you, and he noted the way you tensed up. Did you think he was angry?

"It'll help you get over it faster."

"That's the thing… I- Er- I don't have any medicine for it right now and I've been too sick to go out and get some." You frowned, running a hand through your hair to smooth it down.

"I'll get you some. Go rest. Leave the door unlocked, I'll be back." He swiftly spun on his heel, you tried to stop him, but before you could even get a word out he used Chaos Control. Shadow told himself that he was simply doing what any other mobian would do if someone they knew was sick, and this wasn't him caring about your well-being. The more he tried to bury and deny his feelings, the more they grew. Deep down, he knew what he was feeling, but he had never felt this way toward anyone and so he wasn't sure what he should do. The thought of letting someone inside of the walls that he so strongly built around himself scared him, the idea of being vulnerable made his chest tight.

Without hesitation, he swiftly collected medicine for your cold and picked up a couple of soups, hoping they would soothe your sore throat. After completing the purchase, he returned to your front door and opened it without a second thought. This was Shadow's first time inside your home, and he took a moment to absorb the surroundings. It was clear you appreciated a cozy living environment; a few plants decorated the windows in both your kitchen and living room. Your minimalistic decor showcased an eye for style, and the space was impeccably tidy. After mentally mapping out your home's layout, Shadow stepped into the kitchen and placed the bag of supplies on the counter. He then retrieved the medicine, quickly checking the recommended dosage before filling a glass with water. He paused, surely you could do this yourself right?

He shook his head, he wanted to take care of you. He was coming to terms with that.

Slowly, he approached your bedroom door, pills and water in hand. He knocked, he heard your muffled voice allow him entrance. Upon entering, he blinked, taking in the mess of your room. It was a stark contrast to how organized and clean the rest of your house was. Laundry was strewn about, a couple used tissues laid next to the full mini trash can next to your bed, some blankets and pillows thrown on the floor.

"Sorry for the mess… Haven't had the energy to clean up." You scratched your head, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it." Shadow simply shook his head and stood next to your bed where you laid. He placed the glass of water on your bedside table, then held out his gloved hand, two pills sitting in his palm. You promptly sat up, and he watched you swallow the pills quickly, a look of disgust on your face afterward. He assumed you weren't the biggest fan of pills. Shadow took another look around your room, he felt a pull to clean up for you.

Taking care of others would normally irritate Shadow, but when it came to you he felt naturally inclined to do so. You were the first one he would run to on the field, the first one he would ask if you were okay. There was no denying the feelings he had developed for you, but he was scared of them.

"Shadow, you okay?" The sound of your voice, and the feeling of your warm hand on his shoulder brought him from his thoughts. When you retracted your hand, he couldn't help but miss the warmth is provided.

"Would you like if I tidied up for you?"

His question definitely shocked you, and you were quick to decline. Despite Shadow asking, he was not taking no for an answer. He huffed air through his nose as he reached over you and grabbed your TV remote, quickly putting something on for you to watch while he began cleaning. The mess did not bother him, he was quite an organized hedgehog himself and liked his belongings in order. Judging from the rest of your house, you were similar, and he knew the mess probably bothered you. He started by picking up all the laundry on the floor, throwing it into the basket that sat in the corner of your room, then put your bedding back onto your bed, and finally picked up the pieces of trash that laid about. Thankfully, the movie he had randomly chosen for you kept you entertained, and not protesting his offer to clean for you.

He threw the load of laundry into the washer, then came back to your bedroom to check on you.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, standing next to your bed with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't know if it was intentional, but you stared at him for a solid minute, he grew nervous under your gaze, his heart rate picked up.

"Hm, I guess I could go for some food." You shrugged, starting to swing your legs off the bed.

"What are you doing?"

You paused, clearing your throat. "Going to make food?"

You watched Shadows expression change from confusion to annoyance, had you said something? Was he annoyed because he was taking care of you? You didn't know, but you felt tense under his narrowed gaze.

"I can make it for you. You need to rest." His tone came out harsh, but there was a hint of care laced somewhere. Shadow always wore a grumpy facade, making it difficult to discern when he was genuinely upset. However, as you spent more time with him, you began to notice the subtle nuances in his behavior that others overlooked. It was unclear whether he was aware of it, but he frequently reached out to those he cared about. You had witnessed him do this with you several times, and each instance sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach. While Shadow showed concern for others, including Sonic, it was evident that his attention toward you was different. The depth of his care ignited feelings within you that you couldn't ignore.

You had planned your Valentines perfectly, you were going to wake up early this morning, run out and grab a few cheesy gifts, and present them to Shadow in private, asking if he would be your valentine. It was a bold move, really, but you couldn't dance around your feelings forever. So when you came down with your cold, you were bummed. You didn't expect Shadow to come and check on you, but you had to admit it made you feel warm inside.

You stood from your bed and padded out into the living room, Shadow was in the kitchen, stirring your noodles until he heard your footsteps behind him. He swiftly turned around, creasing his eyebrows.

"Relax! I'm okay, I need to stretch my legs, I've been laying down for hours." You held your hands up in mock surrender, waiting for him to start scolding you for not resting. Instead, a long sigh escaped his lips.

"Fine. But when your food is done you're sitting on the couch." He said sternly, eyeing you until you nodded in agreement.

You leaned against the counter, eyeing the pot of noodles on your stove. You didn't have an appetite for anything, but you knew trying to eat something was better than not eating at all. Shadow stood just in front of the stove, his gaze was fixed on the pot, but his mind seemed elsewhere.

"Hey Shadow?" You called, the words leaving your lips before you could think. "Can I… Confess something?"

He blinked and turned to meet your gaze. In that moment, you felt incredibly small beneath his intense stare, your nerves overwhelming as you struggled to meet his crimson eyes. Uncertain of why you found your voice, you had no idea how to articulate your next thought. You had been waiting for Valentine's Day to confess your feelings to Shadow, and you refused to let anything, especially the cold, deter you— especially not with him right in front of you, an opportunity life had presented. Your heart raced wildly against your chest, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.

You inhaled deeply. "I, uh, originally had some special plans for today. Since it is Valentines and all. Er… plans for a special someone, someone that I like."

Shadows brows raised, and for a brief moment you saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes.

"He's… complicated to understand." You continued, "He doesn't let anyone close emotionally, and he puts on this tough front but deep down he has a soft, and caring heart. I had the perfect day planned, I was going to buy flowers, and a candy I think he might like, and then… I was going to take him to a little secluded area, give him the gifts and confess my feelings. But then I got this stupid cold!" You sighed and pushed yourself off the counter, you pinched the bridge of your nose, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You knew Shadow was smart, he could figure out you were talking about him, but you wanted to tell him directly that you liked him.

"It's you. I had that planned for you, because I like you." You finished, shyly looking at him and awaiting his reaction.

First, he was shocked, then confused, then a look of… relief? And finally, he exhaled.

"The feelings are… mutual." Shadow ran a nervous hand through his quills, and he looked away from you. You found it cute how he, The Ultimate Lifeform, was getting shy while confessing his crush on you. You couldn't help but giggle, and his eyes quickly snapped back to you.

"What's so funny?" His brows furrowed, replacing the relaxed expression he had just seconds before. You reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder. He looked at your hand, then to you as you spoke.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just… I was expecting a rejection, or something along those lines. But, it's nice to know the feelings are reciprocated."

Heat rushed to his cheeks, and Shadow quickly regained his composure, turning back to the stove to finish preparing your soup. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze; his heart raced so wildly that he feared you might hear it too.

Despite his efforts to look away, your hand remained on his shoulder, providing a comforting presence he desperately needed. He was taken aback by your openness about your feelings; he never expected you to harbor such emotions for him. Relief mingled with nervousness and fear; acknowledging that you both liked each other led him to question the next steps toward a relationship. Did he truly want to pursue this? Could he offer you the support and care you deserved? Was he the right partner for you?

Communication was not his strong suit; he was accustomed to keeping everything bottled up inside. He worried that his tendency to be distant might push you away, and self-doubt clouded his mind, leaving him frustrated with himself. Yet, when he glanced at you again and caught the twinkle in your eye, the rosy blush on your cheeks, and the smile dancing on your lips, all those uncertainties faded away.

He followed you into the living room and sat next to you on the couch, he watched you slowly eat your soap, he could tell that you instantly felt relief in your throat, a satisfied hum rumbling in your chest. Even while sick, he looked at you with awe. Shadow always appreciated your looks, specifically your face. Whenever you smiled at him, his heart fluttered. The feeling was foreign, and when it first started he thought he was sick.

"This is good," You broke the silence, bowl resting in your lap. Shadow had positioned himself on the other end of the couch, you chuckled. "I don't bite. C'mon, sit next to me."

Despite how bold and straightforward you were being, anxiety swirled in your stomach. You knew Shadow would not make any first moves or initiate anything, whether it was because he didn't want to cross boundaries, or was too scared, you didn't mind. You watched him slowly scoot to the spot next to you, it made you smile. You put a show on the TV, and indulged in the soup he made for you. You didn't know what came after confessing your feelings for each other, but you were sure you could worry about that another time. For now, you wanted to relax, and enjoy the company you had while you were sick.

You placed your now empty bowl on the small table in front of the couch before leaning back. You thought for a moment, then leaned your shoulder against Shadows. He stiffened, not expecting the sudden contact, and unsure what to do. You stayed like that, and eventually you felt him relax, and heard a content sigh come from him.

[obviously-im-a-boyo]

is this anything

[gorgynei]

and a werewolf can only be killed by someone who loves him. if you even CARE

[little-jana]

"Caffeine and Affection"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: excessive caffeine consumption, but otherwise pure fluff

Summary: For Valentine’s Day Spencer surprises you with a very special bouquet!

a/n: requested: yes! Thank you very much, hope you enjoy it!

The BAU ran on coffee.

At least, most of it did. Hotch practically had a coffee IV, Rossi wouldn’t touch anything under espresso-level strength, and even Spencer—who could rant about the adverse effects of caffeine for hours—drank coffee when cases ran late.

But you? You were different.

Your fuel of choice came in cans, not cups. Whether it was soda or energy drinks, you always had something sugary and carbonated in your hand. It had become part of your identity—something the team liked to tease you about but ultimately accepted.

Spencer, however, took a particular interest in your habit.

“You know,” he had told you one day, watching you crack open yet another can, “the excessive consumption of sugar and caffeine can lead to increased heart rate, insomnia, and dependency.”

You had grinned at him, unfazed. “Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He had sighed, shaking his head. “Future you is going to be very disappointed in past you.”

Despite his concerns, he never actually told you to stop. If anything, he seemed intrigued by your preferences—often asking which flavors you liked best, what brands you preferred, and even quizzing you on why you liked soda over coffee.

It was… cute.

Spencer had always been the kind of person who paid attention, but when it came to you, it felt like he noticed everything.

Which was why, on Valentine’s Day, when he approached your desk with a nervous expression and something hidden behind his back, you immediately knew he was up to something.

“Spence?” You tilted your head, setting down your can of soda. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched in that shy, almost awkward way he did when he was nervous. “I, uh… got you something.”

Before you could respond, he revealed what he had been hiding.

It wasn’t flowers. It wasn’t chocolates.

It was a bouquet. But instead of roses or lilies, it was made entirely of your favorite sodas and energy drinks, all carefully arranged and tied together with a big, bright bow.

You blinked. Stared. Opened your mouth. Closed it.

Then, finally, you burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Spencer!”

His ears went a little pink. “I read that people appreciate personalized gifts, and I know you don’t really drink coffee, so I figured this was a more… suitable alternative.”

You reached out, taking the bouquet from him with wide eyes. It was surprisingly well put together—each can securely fastened with ribbon, the entire thing looking both ridiculous and oddly adorable.

“This is—Spencer, this is amazing.” You grinned up at him. “Did you make this yourself?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to look up a tutorial. It took longer than I expected.”

You could just picture him sitting at home, carefully arranging cans of soda into a bouquet, meticulously tying them together with absolute precision. The thought made your heart swell.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “You’re the best.”

Spencer tensed for half a second before quickly melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around you just as firmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled back slightly, grinning. “Like it? Spencer, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His smile was small but full of warmth. “Then it was worth it.”

You looked down at your wonderful bouquet and then back at him, your heart hammering a little harder than usual.

Maybe it wasn’t just the caffeine making it race.

[bonbonly]

Hiya Bon, I’ve had a shit day in work and was wondering if you had any thots about biker!carlos??

~💕

hiii, omg im so sorry to hear that!! and as for biker!carlos please im still not over it im going feral ive been going feral over it UGH

bon's thoughts (18+) a/n: only writing this because biker!carlos RUINED me im still studying gang and this is short so im sorry!!!

biker!carlos oh where do i begin, im still like gnawing the bars of my enclosure just thinking about it, and i was just talking to somebody about him dating a uni!reader.

he's waiting on his bike outside a building, and sees you talking to somebody on the breezeway. all you have to do is send him a text and he's grabbing his keys, speeding off to you. has his helmet on and everything, toying with his gloves as you're still ignoring him, chatting to some guy who he definitely doesn't like for a bit too long. biker!carlos just takes off his helmet, biting the gloves off his hand before letting it run through his hair (ok but can he run through me next) and loudly revs up his bike, glaring at you.

arms crossed against his chest, a hardening glare before you finally peel away from your conversation and walk over to him with your books in hand, moving to kiss his cheek. but his eyes are still locked onto your classmate, lips forming into a thin line. and despite his annoyance, he's still helping you with your helmet and asking you to hold on tight as he speeds off to his apartment.

ok but imagine when you're in his apartment, he just lifts you and tosses you onto the couch and takes your clothes off, no words and no explanation. he places the helmet on you, visor down so he can see his reflection. he's definitely fixing his hair in the reflection, smirking because he can't see your confused expression and spits down onto your cunt, letting his cock slide against your folds. your whimpers are a bit muffled and he just chuckles lowly,

"you look good with my helmet on, hermosa," he smiles, before burying himself to the hilt, groaning at how good your walls swallow his aching cock. he's throwing his head back and muttering some curses in spanish under his breath before licking his lips and staring down at you, driving his cock into you at a brutalizing pace.

"i think you forgot who your boyfriend is, mi vida, tsk tsk tsk i always have to remind my precious girl," he grunts, shifting your body into a mating press. he's watching himself on the reflection, watching the way his cock drives into your squelching cunt as he reminds you who gets to fuck your cunt every night.

and if he ever sees your classmate again when he drops you off to class the next day, his gloved hand smacks your ass and he's snickering under his helmet.

[hakugreenfinch]

so its late and i shouldnt be writing analysis again but i really love this scene and i want to go off about it so here we are

i really do think this is a breaking point for the crew but especially curly. "i would do anything to help you" being met with "im pregnant". "anything" is such a brave sounding hyperbole, and one that we all use all the time. its an idea, an expression of dedication to something or someone except here its met with disappointment and despair and disillusion because at the end of the day a good sounding idea doesnt change cold hard facts. the want to help vs the realization that its so so late now and what you wanted to help is way beyond saving.

on one hand, ive shitposted about how "curly is the mouthwash" but i actually do mean that. mouthwash is supposed to be a trustworthy hygiene product but dragonbreath has too much sugar to really be useful. i do genuinely believe thats a metaphor for curly, how hes just not made of what could get rid of 99.9% of germs - and even if he was, that 0.1% that he cannot get to would still be there. (note anya saying "drinking this stuff wouldnt help, as much as i want it to"!!)

on the other hand and for the record, i dont think anya "hates" curly here. her words are hurting him and she has the right to resent him but i dont think she actually feels that strongly negatively about him. i dont think shes that preoccupied about curly or his feelings in the first place, this isnt about him for her. it is understandable, of course. shes done waiting and shes tired of curly's empty promises that "everything will be okay", she just wants to at least be left alone in safety if nothing can be done to undo her abuse.

this scene to me is these two mindsets clashing. curly desperately holding onto the image of himself as a good captain not by pony express standards but by his own looking-out-for-my-crew standards, a good captain that would do anything for his men if he has to, while anya has given up on that illusion and is desperate enough to shatter it for curly as well, not even really knowing what she wants from him anymore. even if he doesnt enjoy being a good captain by pony express standards, curly has been chasing an idea of being in control and making sure everyone is fine on his ship but that was never what anya needed (heck, he wasnt even in control as much as he thought) and now shes forcing him to face that and realize how many warning signs hes walked past for whatever reason, how many opportunities where something could have still been done.

what "anything" can he do now to fix her situation in a way that matters? could he even really do anything or is he just the sugary mouthwash, too sweet to do its job properly?

[silentstyx]

one year later, still yours

sum: sure, I used to be a regular here but I haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order.

tw: unrequited feelings - both ends. percy's a sarcastic ass.

ive been pumping out fics heheh, also i love using logan lerman as percy bc hes jus so percy n hes so scrumptious and i wanna eat his face and his biceps and every bulging muscle on his ripped body ugh.

it was a slow day in general. you've been working at a local coffee shop near your house for two years now and your favorite regular that you've grown romantic feelings for is gone and been gone. you know that he only came in to buy drinks for his mom, but you also knew that he loved eating blue food dye, and if there was a blue drink he'd make starbucks even more rich. yet, you haven't seen him or his mother. you figure he'd started buying from a local coffee shop that's closer to his house and plus its still a small business that helps.

it sucks though because you had grown feelings for this boy. his name was Percy Jackson. you would always spell it wrong just to tick him off. 'persy jakeson' 'pansy jackson' 'perry the platypus'. a few that you have put over the year he was here. he would come in every saturday at the same time with the same order for him and his mom.

"medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, a blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate to go! puh-lease!" is exactly how percy would say it. his mom got the caramel macchiato and he got the blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate. you remembered the order and the cute face though after two months of him ordering at your shift. you made sure that if you guys were open that saturday at 8:35 that you were there for that shift.

you hear someone coming in, even though it was slow you were still working. "hi, welcome in! how are you?" you attempt to sound nice. don't know how well it's working yet. you haven't looked up. you were wiping the counters down. you look at the time.

saturday, 8:35 AM.

you look up immediately. it's him. you smile, "been a while, hm? thought you found somewhere else to get.... a medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate all to go?"

he scoffs, "psh, never. you're the only one. my mom just stopped drinking coffee so i didn't have a good enough reason to go to the local coffee shop with the cute barista without telling my mom about the cute barista. 'we have blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate for free at home Perseus' blah blah blah. i have to admit though, the pillsbury dough boy with blue frosting and blue sprinkles is a lot better than your guys' cookies. might run you for your money."

you laugh, "so she tried to keep us apart? what is this, Romeo and Juliet?"

he laughs with you, "i'm surprised you remembered the order."

"you're a regular, of course i remember," you say incredulously, "you want the cookie and small hot chocolate but no macchiato?"

"yeah thats fine.. but [insert reader's name], sure, i used to be a regular here but i haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order. thinking about me?" he says with a smug smile plastered on his stupid pretty face.

his stupid pretty face with some black hair falling into his long dark eyelashes and his gorgeous sea green eyes and his pretty pink full lips that you just wanna kiss and nibble on 'til there red and peeling.

"so am i right or completely far off?" he questions with a shit eating grin.

"think you have completely lost it, perry the platypus." you sigh, with your own stupid smile on your face.

he rolled his eyes and laughed, "oh we're bringing that name back? okay, okay. just know I'll get my revenge."

"ooh menacing," you say sarcastically as you hand him his hot chocolate and bag of his treat, "i left a little note under the coffee sleeve for you."

"oh i'll be sure to throw it away before i get to read it." he says sassily with a big goofy smile as he walked out.

you smiled and laughed at his shenanigans.

he got outside and got in his car. he immediately moved the sleeve, which he doesn't even know why you still put it if you make it directly for him to drink immediately - not too hot but not cold.

he lifts up the sleeve and sees you did write something. at first all he sees is a smiley face, he then turns the cup and sees what you've written in full. your number.

(123) 456-7890

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[boozerbooz]

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓

𝐎𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Reader is an adult but younger than Owen, Reader has a special connection with Herbivores (Parasaurs, Triceratops, and Brachiosaurus’s), Reader has a special connection to a Parasaur like Owen has with the raptors.

Timeline: Before the Indominous Rex escapes

M/n was having one of those days, I mean, he had to wake up early, go to the Gallimimus Valley, and take care of the herbivores. He didn’t really mind it, the job was perfect for him! Especially because he had bonds with the Parasaur’s. Everyone at the park was.. surprised to say the least, everyone had been busy with work so they didn’t really listen to the other workers talking about him. Not until someone who was talking about him caught a certain persons eye..

Owen Grady, the only one who could “talk” with the Velociraptors. Sure it was a dangerous job, but the Velociraptors grew up with the man, so of course they built a bond. The Raptors were well known around the park for their agile, speedy, and fierce body. So as soon as he heard a coworker say another person could technically speak to dinosaurs, he immediately wanted to know who.

And thats when the both of you, along with Claire, met. Claire had been leading Owen to where you were, which was the Gallimimus Valley, Once they arrived, you were calming a fight down between two Parasaur’s. “Here we are, watch this.” Claire said.

“Shhh, be calm..” M/n said, both of his hands on different sides, holding a stop motion. He looked straight into one of the Parasaur’s eyes and moved his hand to point to an empty spot with a different herd of Parasaur’s. “Head over there, and everything will be just fine.” He said, having a strong stance and brave expression on his face. A few seconds went by before the Parasaur he told to go left him and the other Parasaur alone, M/n sighed and walked towards the Parasaur behind him before he caressed the crescent on the dinosaurs head. “There there, its over now..”

Little did he know that Owen and Claire watched this interaction happen, they both walked down towards the h/c haired man and stood there. He had looked beside him and stood up straight before clearing his throat. “Ah, Hello Miss Claire.. and?..” “Owen, Owen Grady.” The man beside Claire said before he extended his hand out towards M/n and they shook hands. “You’re the man who can talk to those Velociraptors, right? Ive heard so many things about you!” M/n said, looking at Owen up and down. “Yea, its nothin’ special” Owen said, also looking the Parasaur communicator up and down.

Owen was surprised, he had never seen another person be able to control dinosaurs like he did, sure it was just Parasaur’s, an herbivore, but they were still dinosaurs! And if the Parasaur’s wanted to, they would’ve moved M/n out the way and continued fighting. It was 2 days since their interaction, and the Velociraptor man was still thinking about M/n, his hair, his face, the way he smelled, it was weird he was thinking about him even after meeting him 2 days ago and just barely becoming friends!

The next few days Owen would catch himself think about M/n over and over again, and one day, he got caught. “Snap out of it, Owen!” Claire said, snapping her fingers in front of Owens face, Owen became startled and jumped a bit before he caught his balance, “Sorry, what were you saying?..” He said, looking back at Claire before she sighed and spoke again “I said that you and M/n are going to start working together, you two are completely valuable assets and we want to help the dinosaurs stay calm and collected during drills.” She said before she got a call and walked out of the headquarters, picking it up.

Owen and M/n had drove towards the Gallimimus Valley, they had a problem that M/n had to solve. As soon as they got there, M/n ran out and got in front of a herd of the Parasaur’s that were freaking out, surprisingly to Owen, the Parasaur’s had stopped when M/n made a high-pitched sound that got their focus, “Calm, Calm..” He said before he walked to the Parasaur’s, caressing their heads and calming them down.

M/n had left the group of Parasaur’s that just calmed down and he walked back to Owen on top of a hill, M/n wiped his shoulders “phew, could’ve had a problem there..” M/n said. “Well, you fixed it, and you looked good while doing it.” Owen said, sneaking in a brave remark in the compliment, M/n blushed for a little before he spoke up “O-Oh, thank you.. you look.. good yourself when you control the raptor’s..” M/n said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously before he went back into the car, leaving Owen to chuckle to himself and get into the drivers seat after a bit.

Unfortunately the music is acting stupid and wont let me add it but the fanfic was inspired by “Snap Out Of It” By Artic Monkeys

[elliezlils11utt]

i couldn’t see if you were taking requests are not anywhere, so if you aren’t just ignore this and i’m sorry!!

i wanted to request an ellie x reader, maybe like college!au where reader has internalised homophobia. angst or comfort, whichever you like more 😋

love youu have a good day💗

hi hi ml! sorry this took so long to get out! im finally clearing out my inbox, so if youve sent me a request it will be out by valentines day weekend! <33 this is short and sweet. ive never experienced internalized homophobia so this was a bit tricky but hope you enjoy.

~~~

“baby, you know its okay right?” your jaw clenched at the pet name. ellie’s voice rings through your phone as you lay sprawled out on your dorm bed.

“please stop calling me that.”

“okay, look im sorry.”

silence.

“i have this powerful magnet in my tummy pulling me towards you, but its wrong ellie. im not- you know.. like you.”

“like me?” she snaps.

“ellie c’mon. don’t be like that. you know what i mean.” your sat at the edge of your bed now, free hand raking through your hair.

“mhm. you like me though?”

“well. yes.”

“but you don’t like girls?”

“elli-”

“right. i get i, i really do. but i can’t keep doing this with you. call me when you figure your shit out y/n” her voice so bluntly cuts off as she hangs up. your left with your thoughts just as fucked as they were at the start of the call. if not worse. ellie has been on your ass ever since the first kiss. when you initiated it. your confused is all, you couldn’t like girls? i mean that’s wrong. its not you. so how could you like ellie? its a fluke. you can like ellie and not be queer. right? god your entire world is being flipped upside down just thinking about any of this. everything you thought you knew about yourself being rewritten by this fucking loser brunette that you cant seem to get out of your head. tears spill from your eyes lightly falling onto your phone.

you: “i like you. i like girls. i just hate myself for it.”

els: “dont y/n, your perfect. okay?”

els: “im omw. i need to see you.”

els: “door unlocked?”

you: “for you?

you: “always.”

when ellie clicks the door open your balled up on your bed. she swings her bag onto the floor.

“oh baby.” with her words comes her quick arms pulling you close to her.

“im sorry,” you sob.

“i know. i know.”

“liking you, means hating myself.”

[dianethepisceswitch]

I feel so validated right now. Literally since I got into twst I've been thinking about Ace's signature magic would be. And for LITERALLY THE PAST THREE YEARS IVE BEEN SAYING HE WAS GONNA HAVE EVERY SPELL. Now for the (probably) unpopular opinion, I think that this is some bullshit. What do you mean the dumbest MF at this school is secretly the most powerful?! This is so fucking dumb. I know I'm notoriously an Ace hater, but this is actually the worst thing about this game. Why couldn't he just get a normal, though still useful spell? Why did he have to get the best fucking one? He's so lame. It would make more sense for Yuu or Crowley to have this spell. Yuu being surrounded by all of this magic for so long, could've absorbed it and got a spell of their own. But why did ACE FUCKING TRAPPOLA get this, I don't get it and I never will. Remind me to go on an anti Ace rant one of these days.

[caseyscraftycorner]

there's something deeply unsettling about my experience with b12 deficiency, and i am really struggling to put my finger on it, so i wrote this thing up to help me collect my thoughts.

The body stores 3 years worth of b12 in the liver and is quite efficient at rationing it, which means that b12 is a deficiency that moves very, very slowly. by all possible metrics, i appear to have had slowly worsening symptoms for at least two years, and neither i nor anyone around me noticed until the last two months before i went to the doctor in august.

it makes you worse so slowly that you forget what it was like to be better. its just an excruciatingly slow descent filled with "i'm just having a bad day" for so long that the bad day becomes your normal, and then when you get even worse just feels like "a bad day" again. the cycle repeats.

this was happening for TWO YEARS. two entire years. and it wasnt until my fatigue got so bad that i couldn't even watch youtube for an hour without getting so exhausted i had to lay down that i went to the doctor. and that seems absurd! why didnt i realize until that point?

and its like, well, i figured something was probably wrong. but i was exhausted, and scheduling appointments takes time and effort that i just didn't really have. and it still just felt like a bad day, it felt like i would be better soon, and i could do it then. i couldn't remember what normal was, i could barely remember the last two months, let alone two years. how could i have known? i had no reference points, because the exhaustion hid them from me.

ive been taking b12 supplements for like 4-ish months now, and i am STILL hitting levels of okay & awake & functional that i forgot i could even experience. every two weeks or so i say "wow, i think im finally better, i forgot what it was like to feel this okay" and then two weeks later i do it again!

and its just...horrifying. i had a condition that made me so sick so slowly that i didnt even realize i was sick for years. the things it hit hardest were my abilities to think, remember, and seek treatment. it took away my tools for realizing anything was wrong, and then also took away my tools for getting better.

anyways. if you feel like you're stuck in a pit of exhaustion that keeps getting worse, go to the doctor. it could be any number of things, and some are easier to diagnose and treat than others. But a vitamin panel is quick & easy, and fixing a vitamin deficiency is as simple as taking the vitamin.

[savage-sinister]

have yall ever checked the comment someone leaves on a bookmark of your work? Not a comment on your fic, but a bookmark where theyve left a note. i think its worth looking, ive seen people say really sweet (and humorous) things in the bookmarks without ever leaving a comment.

Hey pal. <3 First of all, thank you. I can tell you're trying to cheer me up because you think I might be upset about the response/lack of response to my fanfics, and I appreciate it. You're a swell, warm-hearted person and I appreciate you.

Before I answer your question, I'm going to clarify something.

I know it probably looks from all the posting I've been doing that I'm maybe upset that my fanfictions don't get enough kudos. That's not actually the case.

First of all, I only post fic on AO3 at all becasue it's a convenient way to archive the writing my partner and I do. We have about 2 million words of Danganronpa and other fandom fanfiction that pre-date us posting on AO3. We started posting because Skype ate an entire longfic on us.

Second of all, given that I post fic mostly for wildly unpopular pairings in niche fandoms, my fic actually gets a lot of kudos and comments! My audience is great, and I'm so grateful for all of them. I have some repeat commenters that I love to chat with, and I love seeing the same names in the kudos list for fanfics in the same series! (I have about 15k kudos on about 1.5 million words of fic).

This isn't about my kudos, or my satisfaction.

This is about how I started a positivity post to make people feel better about "kudos ratios" and in the process I accidentally found out that a lot of people don't actually even bother to kudos fic they like. They just read it, enjoy it, and move on without ever telling the author about it. And that sucks!

And I've gotten more and more passionate about it as more and more people tell me to "shut up because authors are not entitled to praise." Uh, no, obviously, but if something gave you joy you can take one literal second to click a button and let the author know that happened.

So I'm not upset on my own behalf, and you don't have to worry about cheering me up.

That said, anon. I'm really sorry to tell you this.

My AO3 fics have a total of 2,588 bookmarks as for right now.

Exactly six of those bookmarks have comments of any kind. One of them is really mean 😂😂😂😂

That said it was nice reading the nice comments that were there.

Thank you again anon and have a great day <3

[connordraws]

do you have any art tips?

i think one of the best pieces of advice i got about art happened when i was a junior in college. i was in an illustration portfolio class and the teacher who helped run it liked my stuff so we talked every now and then after class. his name was mr. botts and he was a total hardass but was nice & meant well. anyway.

that particular semester i was struggling a lot with drawing and was considering going into writing (i was taking a screenwriting class and had a great teacher there too) so after one class i talked to mr. botts and explained my frustrations and asked him what i should do. he took a minute to think and told me he had experienced something similar back in his college days and one of his professors told him plainly:

if you like something other than art, do it.

and well. that was it. i thought about it and decided i couldnt and didnt want to do anything else besides art so i made it work. a lot of failures followed and other stories happened but i kept drawing because there's nothing else i wanted to do. ive been spoiled by kind people helping me along the way and there is more i could say but the most important to thing when it comes to art (for me) is to ask yourself if there is anything else you want to do besides it. and if there is, do it.