#whateva. rambling over now

[vriskira]

local man discovers joy, whimsy, and the power of friendship

[thelov3lybookworm]

on todays episode of 'ann and berry being deranged', weve got-

@berryzxx i feel like we were on crack dude i needa snort sum more 😔

[piccolos-bigtoe]

Kind of a half hearted Engi doodle,,, coz I’m in a half hearted sort of mood, and sorta jus trying stuff out rn, and I mostly just wanted to draw his side profile. I drew a whole body but I don’t like it that much,, I think he’d keep a silly little comb over but looking at it now I think I wish I made him bawld…. Whateva I’ll just draw him bald and better next time I surpose. I don’t draw guitars ever either…

Ime will be honest I do not want to go back to my classes tomorrow, it will be nice to be back on a schedule though. I’ve been kind of off this entire week coz I’m jus lonely, and I find when school works not distracting me I think about it more obvi. I’m not here to vent tho I just like to ramble, and I’m here to post OLD MEN. Okay I’m going to sleep now goodnight everypony

[luvymelody]

NAME : katsuki bakugou + shoto todoroki , boku no hero academia

SONG : moment , vierre cloud

SUMMARY : todoroki and bakugou find out they like the same person. thus, turning into a rivalry. wc : 1.6k

[part 1] [you're here] [part 3] [part 4]

(guys i just realised they r in dorms. IGNORE TGE NO DORMS IN THIS AND THE FIRST PART)

(not the exact vibe i wanted for y/n but like.. whatevas)

(tried to make it as quick as possible 4 u guys 😭 sorry if it's bad)

“would you like me to walk you home, y/n?”

“okay!”

it had been a few months ever since y/n transferred to ua. bakugou’s hatred for todoroki was fueled even more now as he listened to todoroki’s and y/n’s conversation, his eye twitching.

“do you wanna get tanghulu nearby?”

y/n asked, holding her bag on her shoulder as she stood up.

“can we also get-“

“i’ll walk you home, y/n.”

todoroki and y/n turned to bakugou who was treading towards them.

“you have cleaning duty, icy hot. remember?”

todoroki turned his head towards the board, seeing his and midoriya’s name under ‘cleaning the classroom today!’.

todoroki pursued his lips, turning back to the two.

“sorry y/n..”

“it’s okay! we can go tomorrow.”

y/n smiled brightly, gripping onto her bag strap as todoroki smiled as her expression. bakugou groaned, grabbing onto y/n’s forearm.

“let’s go angel!”

“hey katsuki- bye shoto!”

“bye y/n.”

todoroki smiled as he waved to the waving girl. y/n whipped her hand side to side until bakugou pulled her out of todoroki’s view.

“so rude, katsuki!”

the winged girl teased, bumping into bakugou’s side slightly as she smiled and he grunted.

“don’t care.”

-

y/n stopped, turning to bakugou.

"well, bye then, katsuki."

they finally made it to y/n's house. y/n was rambling about the homework that she hadn't started at all, bakugou nodded to every word she said, pitching in comments about the work and how stupid she was.

"bye angel."

bakugou said, nodding his head at her as his hands were shoved into his pockets, he took extremely slow steps, watching y/n get her keys out her bag and opening her door, not leaving until he saw her go through her front door, and close it.

bakugou stretched his arms, turning and walking back towards the train station. it's not like bakugou's ever gonna tell anyone that his house is nearly 40 minutes away from y/n's house, she would tell him to not walk her home then.

-

y/n sat on her desk, softly drumming her fingers on the desk while she studied, reading the sheets that ectoplasm handed out in class. then, she heard a buzzing sound, her silenced phone as she stood up, picking it up and seeing the caller id, 'shoto!!'.

"hi shoto!"

"hi y/n, i just wanted to know if you got home safe with.. bakugou.."

"ah! yeah, i'm okay. did you get home safe?"

"mhm, also, i'm coming over."

"what?"

y/n blinked, hearing keys on todoroki's end of the phone.

"wait what are you doing"

"i'm bringing tanghulu. and boba."

y/n felt her heart squeeze, grasping her chest in awe.

"awww, you're so sweet, shoto!"

-

bakugou scrolled through insta, bored out of his mind as he was laying on his bed, one hand behind his head and the other on his phone.

a second later, he got a notification, 'y/nl/n has posted!'. bakugou pressed on the notification, finding a series of photos of y/n and todoroki, eating tanghulu together.

y/n posted a lot of things, her friends, family, places she went to. bakugou told her a lot that she shouldn't be posting everything but y/n just said that 'no one else will see the beauty of life though!'.

bakugou rolled his eyes at the sight of todoroki looking at y/n with a lovestruck expression, holding a hand over todoroki to cover just him and just admiring y/n.

it was a little hard to though, while y/n was in the photo, todoroki’s arm was wrapped around her waist, her arm around his neck as she winked at the camera, holding a stick of tanghulu near her mouth in pose.

-

“this is super sweet shoto!”

y/n munched on the tanghulu, sitting criss-cross on her couch with todoroki sitting right next to her, who was drinking boba.

“is it? i asked the vendor to make it extra nice, just for you.”

y/n smiled brightly as she chewed, a hint of red covering her face but todoroki wouldn’t know. y/n’s eyes lit up, as her hand darted for her phone, opening it up.

“let’s take some photos, i wanna post on insta.”

“okay.”

todoroki smiled at the girl, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. y/n leaned into todoroki, as he held a hand on her hip to steady her from falling. he put up a peace sign, as y/n had told him that in photos, he should put up a peace sign to make it less awkward.

y/n wrapped her arm around his neck, giggling a bit.

“don’t be shy!”

she exclaimed, squishing her face against todoroki’s as his left side started to feel warm, a little hot actually.

“smile!”

todoroki let out a small smile, which made y/n happy as she took the photo.

-

"angel."

"hi katsu-"

bakugou dropped a small box on her desk, standing next to her.

"what's this?"

y/n questioned, turning towards bakugou with her head.

"open it and you'll see."

bakugou grunted, his hands in his pockets as he looked out the classroom window. y/n looked down at the box and bakugou's eyes quickly went down towards y/n when she wasn't looking.

the girl opened the box, seeing her favourite limited edition chocolate. she gasped aloud, holding her hands over her mouth in shock.

"no you didn't, katsuki!"

"oh yes i did."

bakugou smugly smiled, while y/n's smile became wider and wider as she shot up from her desk, wrapping her arms around bakugou's neck as bakugou slipped one hand on her lower back to keep her stable while she was on her tippy toes.

"thank you katsuki!"

"you're welcome, angel."

bakugou said, his eyes trailing towards todoroki who sat in his desk in the back of the classroom. as he suspected, todoroki was staring right at them with a piercing glare.

y/n heard a pencil snap behind her, her arms slipping from her grasp around bakugou's neck.

"what was that?"

"dunno angel"

-

"okay, everyone pair up with whoever you want to!"

midnight said, handing out papers to the people in the first row to hand to the people behind them. as y/n turned to give the papers to the person behind her- which was bakugou, he grabbed the paper, looking into her eyes,

"you're working with me."

"wha-?"

bakugou turned before she could give him an answer and she just shrugged turning around. chairs scrapping the floor as people hurried to the person they wanted to pair up with. y/n sat in her chair still, grabbing a pen out of her bag.

when she straightened up, she found todoroki and bakugou infront of her.

"tell icyhot you're with me."

"tell bakugou that you have a choice."

"who said she didn't have a choice!?"

"literally you, just now."

they stared daggers at each other, then turned their head towards y/n.

"who do you want to be with?"

"hey! don't copy me!"

"i'm not copying you, bakugou."

todoroki and bakugou continued arguing, getting into each other's faces as denki put his hand up for midnight.

"miss! can we have two teams of three? i'm gonna be with kirishima and sero!"

"alright, fine with me!"

midnight said with a thumbs ups, and todoroki turned towards the two.

"great, we can all be together."

todoroki had a pretty, sarcastic smile on his face. annoyance ticking away at him as his eye twitched slightly. bakugou flexed his jaw in anger, gritting his teeth and y/n covered her face, looking out the window as she noticed that the class was staring at the three of them.

-

"your answer is wrong, bakugou."

"what?!"

bakugou clutched his paper in his hand as todoroki and y/n sat together, working together as bakugou was too stubborn to work with them, working on the questions by himself.

"i said, it's wrong."

"fuck you mean it's wrong!?"

"i mean it's wrong."

y/n sweated under bakugou's and todoroki's gaze, stressed from the both of them arguing.

"can you guys not argue for two seconds?"

"if icyhot wasn't so shit at explaining, maybe we wouldn't be arguing right now."

"if bakugou wasn't so bad at listening to people once in a lifetime-"

"what did you say?!"

bakugou banged his hands on the table as he stood up, distracting the class and making them look towards them.

"you three, outside!"

-

todoroki, y/n and bakugou stood outside of the class in a line, bakugou's head was high as his head rested on the wall, todoroki was straight, zoning out and looking out of the window, while y/n was standing between them, blankly blinking.

"okay, can we.. like address something?"

y/n questioned, her eyes looking at the two boys as they looked at her.

"what is it, y/n?"

"are you guys, like in love with each other or something?"

y/n asked, looking at bakugou as bakugou's eyes looked up at todoroki, todoroki's expression becoming a face of horror.

silence was filled between the trio, them bakugou started laughing aloud, pointing at todoroki while todoroki was blinking, a gagging feeling of vomit starting to lace his throat.

"me?! like that half-and-half bastard!? in his dreams!”

“i wouldn’t want you to like me in my worst nightmares either.”

bakugou didn’t hear him, doubling over and holding his stomach in laughter. todoroki looked at y/n seriously, holding y/n’s shoulders tightly,

“y/n, i don’t like bakugou. i like you.”

“say what”

y/n’s eyes widened, bakugou’s laughter stopped, a stomping sound appearing as y/n’s shoulder was grabbed, bakugou’s hands pulling her back and into his chest.

“i like you more than him, angel.”

“no i do, y/n.”

y/n’s head started to spiral as todoroki got closer to them, his footsteps echoing through the hallway as y/n was then squished between bakugou and todoroki.

bakugou had one hand on the side of her waist and one hand on her shoulder. todoroki held both of her hands tightly with one hand and the other on the back of her neck.

“i like her better than you.”

“who said, icyhot?”

“i did.”

“go and die.”

“no you.”

“the fuck?!”

y/n blushed between the two guys, wanting to run and cover her face.

“g-guys, can we talk this out-“

“y/n, i only put up with bakugou for you.”

“when the fuck? i put up with you for her!”

the two boys glared at each other, their hold on y/n tightening just a bit.

“go away, you’re bothering her.”

bakugou said, tugging her towards him.

“no, you’re bothering us.”

todoroki argued, tugging her back towards himself.

“guys i’m not an object..”

the two boys quickly let go out her to make her happy, but were still death staring each other like there was no tomorrow.

‘what the hell man..’

y/n cried in her head, imaginary tears falling down her face.

[potatoingalaxy]

I think I might have a theory on what Sylus' reasoning of monitoring (not stalking, I feel it's different with Sylus) us (or mc but she's us so whateva)

‼️SPOILERS ON ADDED STORIES AND LORE BELOW‼️

So on one of the recently added lore/stories in-game, we do know that MC is a child experiment or a laboratory specimen being observed and experimented on by an unknown entity (correct me for this if they do have a name) and that MCs grandma is one of the scientists that is closest to her.

They discovered that the protocore in her (MC) heart is a unique one. It seems to bring MC back to life whenever death strikes her but at the cost of her memories. The protocore creates a burst/shockwave and MC will be alive again, but this time, tabula rasa.

This is before MC's third (? I can't remember if it's her third. She was "killed" by the scientists many times for the observation of her "immortality/ressurection") death and before the destruction of the lab and MCs grandma formally adopting her.

So here's my theory. Sylus could be the son of one of the scientist and was brought in to the lab due to his unique evol. This theory is born due to this statement of Jenna:

Jenna states that Sylus' organization, Onychinus, is experimenting with protocores. Sylus on the other hand, seems to be invested in these experiments or dealings not out of money.

HE IS GENUINELY INTERESTED.

My theory is that he might be observing as well, as a kid. Unwilling, as I would like to think, on watching the experiments, maybe later on befriending MC along the way and forming a bond with her, all to just be forgotten by her by the next round of experiments done by the scientist.

For more angst, I would theorize that he befriends MC over and over again, despite her forgetting him constantly.

Now for the exciting part, why he is monitoring MC.

I think he tried to find her after the laboratory was destroyed. Overtime, as he gained power in N109 Zone, he probably got the resources to track her down and watch over her. Sylus might be trying to uncover the secret of the aether core in MCs heart, maybe to remove it and stop it from wiping MCs memory or even from hurting her in the long run.

Anyways. This is just a theory���a SIMP'S THEORY! I could be spouting nonsense but I think Sylus has good intentions with his delve in the protocore research of his organization. Overall, I'm excited and I want my villain husband home. Love y'all and thanks for reading my 1 am ramblings HAHAHAHA

[serialkilluh1996]

☠︎︎The Cause☠︎︎

Psychic-Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Dead-female-reader

When Kyle arrives on scene to investigate your suicide, he finds that he can't, and I mean cannot, drop your case.

Proshippers, Comshippers DNI

Warnings: suicide, gore, guns, angst, contact me if I need to add more.

It wasn't a pretty sight; the bright, flashing police lights, the yellow caution tape. It was pretty overwhelming and took quite a toll on his anxiety.

One could blame him by saying he shouldn't work a job he wasn't mentally equipped for, but only someone deeply desensitized is mentally equipped for the things one saw working on his task force, especially not this time.

For example, the sight of CSI showering you in camera flashes, leaned in close to get a good angle of your blown off head as you slouched in your seat.

It was bloody, messy, splattered across the enclosure of your vehicle, your brain scattered across the place. It wasn't for the weak stomached.

He winced as he watched them pull you out of the car, laying you on the stretcher. Your head gushed and oozed with the movement, leaking across the scene, your hand shriveled, tight around the gun you used to end your life. Even in death, you held it tight, your fingers locked tightly around the trigger.

"Gaz," Price snaps the man out of his trance. "You're doing it again." Gaz sighs at the Captain's words, knowing he was right. He had a bad habit of zoning out at scenes like this, but he did try his best to stay focused.

"You're one of my best men, Gaz. I need ta know you can handle this mission without havin' another episode." "Of course, I can. I've seen worse." His brows furrow, almost taking offensive. He wouldn't dare back out, but he couldn't tell him the real reason why.

"You've seen better and felt worse." Price counters, putting his hands in his pockets. "I know it looks...awful. But if you can't fulfill the job, I can find someone else to fill in for ya." He snorts, backing up as they passed them with your now covered corpse.

Gaz closes his eyes, his skull tingling at the sight of you hidden beneath the thin white sheet, blood seeping through around your head. Seeing you, what was left of your face, shielded by the blanket sent a certain urge through Gaz. Not a sexual urge or a violent urge. It didn't even feel like a human desire. It was something beyond that. A guilty urge. A soul-haggling requirement to make things right.

He felt numb yet prickly all over, weak in the stomach and full of adrenaline. Then suddenly, it was gone. The second they lifted you into the ambulance, the feeling was snatched away from him. Gaz breathes heavily.

"...I-...I can't drop this mission, Captain... It's meant for me." He expresses, watching the ambulance pull off. He couldn't help but want to follow it, even knowing exactly where the thing was headed. "Whateva ya say, Gaz."

12:03am

Gaz can't seem to get himself to sleep, even knowing how snarky he can get if he doesnt get enough rest. He sits elbows out against his computer desk, constantly rewatching the final video you recorded. He knows it's not healthy, but something about your face drew him in, like a sailor to a siren's song.

There was something about the look on your face as you rambled on and on about God knows what, a melancholy smile making it's way onto his face as he watched you prolong your death. For someone talking to themselves, you were a great conversationalist, ignoring all the stuttering and trailed off sentences.

Can't really expect a girl to be calm and collected while she's trying to kill herself, can you?

To Gaz, it didn't really seem like you wanted to die. It seemed like you needed someone to talk to. He felt bad. Guilty. Something was telling him that if he'd gotten to you sooner, he could've talked you out of it. But even with the guilt, he couldn't move past how absolutely gorgeous you were to him. Just...raw, natural, frantic. No facade.

Gaz had a thing for crazy unpredictable women. His whole life, he's been a calm, level-headed guy and he was raised to remain chill in even the most devastating situations, and to help others in need.

So, seeing girls who were always on the verge of a break down, just a second away from chaos, it made him feel...leveled. he felt like he could help them. He wanted to help them. Badly.

He had an awful "I can fix her" mentality, and anytime he finds himself in a situation that he knows he can solve somehow, he feels bad when he doesn't. And he knows he could've helped you. He just...didn't. There was something much he could've done for you.

Bang! He shudders, watching you commit the final act. He was on his third time watching this video and he jumped every. fucking. time. He just could NOT prepare himself to see you die.

He closes his laptop, leaning down into his hands and rubbing his face. "Damn..." he cursed, sighing. "...why'd you do that?..." he asks in a whisper, almost angry that you didn't get the help you needed.

"... I'm sorry..."

His head lifts immediately, heart instantly palpitating. "Breathe, Kyle, Breathe" He tells himself, resetting his breathing patterns slowly but surely. He turns around to see a girl sitting at the edge of his bed. Not just any girl. You.

Your head was in...better condition. It was still put together of not for the smoke coming from the cracks around your eye, resembling the areas that had blown off.

"Oh, ☆☆☆." He turns out of his chair, pulling you close into his arms. "It's okay, baby, its alright." He cradles you against his chest. "It's okay, ☆☆☆...damn, you shoulda called me, girl....you shoulda called me..." He sniffles, clinging onto you like a little girl holding her broken porcelain doll.

"I forgot your number..."

Your voice was blank, monotone, with only a hint of emotion; shame. "I know, honey, I know...that's my fault. I shoulda kept in contact with you...uh, how much do you remember? Do you know who you are? Who I am?"

"..Kyle.."

"That's...that's right. Kyle. That's good. You're not far gone. What am I to you, ☆☆☆? What's our relationship?" He tries gage how much you remember after death. It would determine if you could still stay with him.

"My boyfriend..."

He sighs. You must not remember the breakup. He didn't want you to either. It made him feel awful. Gaz felt he shouldn't have left you during your worse. He knew you were going through so much and he just abandoned you. "Yeah, that's right, angel..."

Oh, his poor baby didn't even know... just dead and clueless. But he'd much wrather you not remember the breakup, knowing damn well that's probably what triggered your suicide in the first place. He wouldn't dare remind you that he was the cause.

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[kaiwuzherenz]

so as we all know, catras been through alot...now you have me to ramble about it...

So well as we all know, adora left catra for the rebellion...now to make this ramble shorter ima talk about main events

(Art by @kaereth artofkace wuz their old account- all the fanart i post here is by them NOT ME!!!!!-) CORRUPTED CATRA!! so basiclly corrupted catra is catra's worst side possible! like the possessive, blameing, and just all the worst things about catra in one..well was already in one but now all showing at once

she blamed adora for everything the portal caused....but adora didnt cause catra to pull the switch

HEAD CANON!: well i think, time given and the corrupten took over catra (ik space and time would be gone and everyone is already dead) catra would have died

well duh but whateva

s5 time! i know i skipped alot kk

Well i already rambled how catra went for a kill swing

and how catra dies

so do i need to ramble more? not really so ima skip again

like alot

catra almost dies again, returning the favor adora did for her. Adora gave catra a second chance in life. so catra accepted her death so adora could get to the heart

sad thing is that....ADORA LEFT CATRA AND AT THE END CATRA COULDNT LEAVE ADORA! but lets go back a bit

catra basically said she loved adora and throught after evrything she did, adora would not love her back

but what catra didnt know is that adora thought the same thing....

adoras wish is sweet, but she knew if catra died this could never happen

then catra finally told adora that she had always loved her

Adora saw catra die when she was chipped

Catra sees adora die at the heart

they both almost die but since they were in the same place at the same time, they helped eachother. Catra saved adora and adora saved catra...they was so meant for each other

[sammylbir]

Redoing my Intro (DMS are always open)

Ok so...since I think I need to be a lot more transparent bout myself and this blog, I think its time to redo my intro ya see. Soo..let's do it.

Hey, boys/girls/nbies/whateva! :D

I am Sammy, an artist/writer and someone who has a passion for all things that make me feel happy :D. I am 22 Years old and I am german, going by She/Her pronouns.

This blog will feature mainly stuff bout Danganronpa and also bout my love for buff people. I especially like it when fictional chars get buffed up through a variety of means heh...But don't worry, I will do my best to keep it all appropriate heh. Don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable here.

I selfship myself with Miu Iruma and Angie Yonaga, buuut I am not opposed to anyone sharing my love for those two.

Now then, what will this blog feature in general? Simple! It will feature:

-Fanart

-Fanfiction

-Headcanons

-Analysis

-Me rambiing bout stuff I love (Especially buff characters)

-Queer Topics :D

-Selfshipping :D

And here are some things that I am into:

-Danganronpa

-Monster Prom

-Coraline

-Pokemon

-Welcome Home

-Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

BYF:

-I will ramble about buff people a lot and I like the thought of chars that are buff that are not in canon. I understand that this isn't everyone's cup of tea and I respect that.

-The blog will feature tons of queer stuff, so if you don't like that....well, why are ya here?

-The blog will sometimes mention dark topics, especially in my analysis posts. I will add TWs sometimes, but still. Stay safe.

-While you can ask me anything, don't ask me sensitive info. Okay?

-I am an adult and while I am fine with minors interacting with me, do know that I am 22. Because I understand that minors can be put-off, by me being much older.

-If I make you uncomfortable in the chat, PLEASE say it. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

-Regarding proshippers or antishippers, both can come here. But in case of the former, please don't just ramble to me bout proships. Because some seriously rub me the wrong way.

-While the topics I write about can be dark in general, I am not glorifying these actions. Because even if it's fiction, it still feels real.

DNI:

-If you are here to flirt with me or hit on me. I am not looking for relationships.

-If you want to do NSFW rps with me. I will not do any of that, ESPECIALLY NOT WITH MINORS. Because I am not attracted to kids.

-If you come to harass me in the DMs. You will be blocked.

-If you wanna start discourse about political topics.

-If you wanna harass me over my hcs. I get that not all of my hcs have to be liked by everyone, but I am not forcing you to agree with them.

-If you are just a sh*tty person in general.

So yeah, that's all there is to it. My DMs are always open, so if you wanna chat, feel free to say hi. This gal will be happy to see you ^^

[imheretoreadandpostart]

Whirl, Swerve, x Weirdcore!Reader Romantic HCs

Reader is portrayed as a gender neutral human.

You have a pet hairless cat.

Tw for swearing and mention of organs such as eyes n stuff

Whirl

Very friggin weirded out by you at first.

"The fuck do they look like that???"

He did like the repeating theme of blood and organs though.

In fact, its what made him talk to you in the first place.

You were chillin at Swerve's with Rewind when he came up to you and was like

"So.... are those real? if so, who did ya kill, and how?"

Was very confused at why you were giggling until you said they were fake and you made them yourself.

".....they look so real- Aight thats it, fleshie. You, me, this evening, my place."

"Wait why-"

"DON'T QUESTION IT!"

Not knowing what else to do, you ask Rung for directions to Whirl's room. You don't know what you were expecting, but you weren't exactly expecting to be snatched up by his giant claw by the back of your shirt and interrogated about your appearance and mannerisms as if you tried to bring a knife on a plane.

You somehow managed to keep calm though.

Over time though, Whirl did warm up to you and one day confessed and boom! Yall a thing now.

Anyways uhh. He also likes the overall unsettling/calming vibes it can give off.

The liminal spaces kinda work on him? Like yes the place does seem a bit familiar to him, but he doesn't feel the strong sense of deja vu like he's been there before.

Likes your hairless cat.... but also doesn't.

"Yeah, its cute and all, very friendly, nice little fleshy.... but why the fuck does it look like that."

Loves any weird accessories you wear, just these teeny random creatures, items, and organs dangling off you.

Stole a necklace of (fake) teeth from you and he has it hanging off his weird antenna thing on his head unless he's off killing cons or whateva.

Kinda likes the the music you listen to??? Hes weirded out by it definitely, but he does like the melodies.

Not one for physical touch but isn't opposed to it.

He usually pats you on the head with a claw, or has one around your torso (gently).

KISS HIM.

Pet names include: Babe, Squish-ball, Teeny, Creepy Crawly, Critter, Weirdo, Fucker

Will attempt to murder anyone who dares hurt you or the cat, mentally or physically. Unless you stop him of course.

He loves you a lot despite your overall strangeness.

Swerve

He loves your style so much, like i'm not kidding.

I mean how can he not? He's discovering a new human thing, that's right up his alley!

Doesn't like the bugs though. Only mildly unsettled by the organs.

And he loves your cat too, absolutely died of cuteness the first time he met them.

"OH MY GOD ROTISSERIE KITTYYYYY!!!"

They get along p well :)

Big fan of your outfits, they're unique, cute, and fun!

Carries the two of you around almost anywhere he goes.

Yall met when you were wandering the ship with your backpack of art stuff and listening to your tunes. You went down a hall you haven't been to yet and stumbled across his bar.

You walk in, staying close to the wall so you don't get stepped on or something. you make it near the main bar when he spotted you.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod they're real-"

He excitedly ran out from behind the bar toward you. He did that thing where you jump, land, and slide on your knees in a sitting position. What a dork XD

He landed next to you and started rambling, You couldn't help but let out a small laugh and smile as he went on.

"Oh wait sorry i forgot to say- My name is Swerve, its so nice to finally meet you!! You look so cool, like weird but very cool. It reminds me of something but i can't remember what- oh wait whats your name?"

He put you on the bar counter as he continued his work all the while continuously chatting with you.

Months later yall got together.

Very affectionate. Like i'm not kidding. Prepare to be held gently.

Liminal spaces work on him. Experiencing the Deja Vu and feelings of unsettlement fr.

Pet names are: Sweet-spark, Sugar, Kiwi, Love-bug

Loves weirdcore music. Specifically songs by Jack Stauber.

Swerve set up a lil place for you on the bar, mostly blankets and pillows with weird patterns, along with some plushies. Like a four eyed cow, a two headed dog, and a clay-face plushie of a duck.

Has lots of lil snacks for ya too.

Won't stop rambling about how much he loves you.

[jfkonfucius]

VERY COOL!!! NOW enough about thr goofy qpps...fo now at least

I WANT TO HEAR ABOHT YOUR HCS!!! ABOUT YOUR FAV CH SHIP/FRIENDSHIP/QPR/WHATEVA !! run wild and ramble as much as yuo wnat

MUAHAHAHAHA well (points at my username) I'm Jfkonfucius' #1 fan

I think their dynamic is super heartwarming as they both start off as friendless lonely guys that are immediately drawn to each other . And all their interactions are so wholesome and fun and supportive of each other. FUCK!!!!!!!!

And I can't help but feel that they're happier around each other than with their respective partners in canon

I don't know what they are in my head ideally . probly still just bros I don't want them to date because this show is evil . THEY LOVE EACH OTHER THOUGH. AND THEY HUG KISS ETC. BRO STYLE

I notice a lot of parallels in their personalities, over-indulgence in fun/escapism/addictive activities, someone missing in their lives (Parental neglect on Confucius' end, Ponce and Gandhi no longer being around for JFK), and a high emotional sensitivity (WHY ARE BROS CRYING SO MUCH). Also they're both extremely dumb and stupid

Just bros in bro love. And they're perfectly happy with things as they are. And they root for each other's romantic lives with other people. HEART

Also. When they experienced issues with their partners? Guess who their main sources of support were

HMMM!!!

[justyoursicanon]

No need to call, when your already home

Summary: After the events of ‘Just A Call away’, holidays are right around the corner and Scout already packed up to go home. Luckily for him, Sniper decides to do his best friend a favor.

Along the way, the marksman recalls his blooming feelings for his best friend for the past 2 years, how will he deal with this as he joins him for the holidays as well as meeting his family?

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Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5

“Take turns and late night talks”

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You may start reading! ^^

"And like holy shit! It was the best damn bed time story I eva heard my whole childhood!" Scout exclaimed. "But yea that's basically how Jack's whole writing gig became huge. And now I gotta help the asshole with his art cover, not that I mind at all, am hella excited!" Scout laughed.

Sniper nodded and hummed as he listened to Scout ramble more about Jack, from all the info he got for the past 5 hours of the trip. Jackson was Scout's second eldest brother, was one of the first out of all 8 of them to finish collage and from childhood he started to write and it turned into a career. "Sounds like a good bloke, can't wait to meet him." Sniper slips out, and immediately regrets it. What if Scout didn't actually want him to meet Jack?

"Oh your so gonna love Jackass! I know you like fantasy and horror type shit so I bet ya gonna like some of his other works." Scout quickly replies. Sniper let out a small sigh of relief, and slightly flushed at the mention of his interest in novels. He didn't expect Scout to remember any of his interests.

Silence fell upon both of them for the next hour, the air comfortable and cold as the night as it flew through the window, it made Sniper shiver slightly. Even with his folded up long sleeves.

"Hey I think we should stop for the night, already got like what? Half n half a way through the trip? You go pass out ova here and I'll drive next." Sniper quietly chuckled. "And let you on the wheel for the night? Like I said mate, ain't letting ya drive my camper." Scout let out an exaggerated sigh while falling back in his seat. "And I thought I was da stubborn one." Scout muttered, getting another chuckle out of his friend.

Another few moments pass by during the drive, and Sniper finally came to a stop. "Finally! Man I thought u drank like 10 cups a coffee this morning and didn't tell me the whole trip!" Sniper hummed in response, slightly stretching and opens his car door to hop out.

Closing the passenger seat, Sniper finally relaxed and leaned onto the somewhat comfortable seat and sighed, taking off his glasses as he looks out the window and at the clear midnight sky. "Alright let's get this damn thing moving." "Oi, watch it ya gremlin, this things my prized possession." "Yea yea whateva legs now go sleep." Sniper playfully rolled his eyes and tilted his hat over his eyes, steadies his breathing and tries to fall asleep.

Not even 10 minutes later, a smooth and musical tone can be heard in the camper. Sniper slightly tilts his hat away from his eyes and they land on the radio, where the small screen and non clear numbers glow brightly. Did Scout turn on the radio?

Soft humming can be heard beside him, as well as the distant drumming of fingers tapping on the wheel.

Sniper might as well use this as an advantage and listen to his friend's humming to sleep.

Except..

He really couldn't

Throughout the whole ride of 5-6 hours, Sniper couldn't stop thinking about his feelings for Scout.

He thought about confessing at some point of the holidays.

Which he obviously scratched off and continued thinking.

Scout.. Was really a miracle to Sniper. At least one of the closest friends he has ever gotten with. Besides Demo and Engineer being close seconds.

Don't get him started on Spy, he picks information as fast as he changes his cigarettes.

Back to the point, Scout was someone Sniper deeply cared for. He didn't wanna ruin anything between them.

Even if the thought of dating the runner sounds amazing.

Sniper also knew how much of a risk this was, dating a coworker? Confessing to your best friend? Hell he didn't even know if the guy was even into blokes!

Sniper let out a big sigh, alarming his forgotten friend who paused his little tapping session on the wheel.

"You alright Snipes? Can't sleep?" Sniper didn't reply, hoping Scout would think he only shifted in his sleep.

"Don't try to fool me Legs I can see ya mouth moving up." Scout grinned and smacked the hat away from his face. Sniper chuckled and put his hat back on.

"Nah but for real, can't sleep? Last thing I remember is you somehow sleeping on that one mission we had when we had ta bunk and you." He points his index finger at Sniper, but his eyes were still glued to the road ahead of him. "Somehow slept the whole night while Heavy was snoring like a goddamn bear!" "Oi I was bloody cold and tired at the time! Needed to get all the sleep I can get!" Sniper defended, and playfully smacked the others shoulder.

Scout laughed along, both his grip tapped hands landing on the wheel again, and silence fell upon them.

"Anything specific keeping you up?" Sniper didn't reply at first, trying to gather his thoughts and give a reasonable answer. "Just.. A bit nervous meeting your mum and all." Scout slowed the brakes, letting the camper slow for a few moments. "Oh don't sweat about it man! My ma's real nice, too sweet for her own good. Bet she'll love a guy like ya!" Scout reassured, flashing the marksman a smile. Sniper smiled back. "I hope so." He mutters. "Thats da spirit!" Scout patted his shoulder. "But anyways go ahead and get some rest, don't want ya actually drinking 10 cups a coffee when ya wake up."

Sniper rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his lips.

"alright, Goodnight Roo."

"Night Snipes."

[key158]

chattin’ abt my hero academia

rewatching mha rn (started when i was in grade seven, abt to be a senior, so it was the summer of 2019) and its funny to see the way the fandom has when it comes to ships. when i was younger i was a BIG bakudeku shipper and an even bigger tododeku and kiribaku hater ever. idek why. i remember seeing so much discourse abt how ‘toxic’ bakudeku was and the hate some ppl got was unreal. but now looking at the fandom everyone ships bakudeku. (at least thats what it looks like now. im not fully immersed in the fandom) but now, i dont ship it as much anymore but know realized kiribaku is actually a good ship, i was just a really weird kid.

also ig now that im older ive noticed how cheesy the show is LMAO. its not like painful to watch but i will roll my eyes at least twice an episode.

FINALLY, hearing that the manga only has 5 chapters left is kinda crazy. i dont read the manga and dont plan on it, but to know that the show is ending pretty soon is super weird. the show was such a big part of my life when i was in grade 7 and 8 and then i fell out of it when i was in grade 9. and now getting back into it as i go into my grad year feels so strange. like damn ive changed so much over time, but i will never change that much that i would stop watching my little nerdy shows. anyways super sappy but whateva.

im at season 4 rn and i stopped watching a couple episodes into season 5. if anyone was watching.

THANKS FOR READING THIS WHOLE RIDICULOUS RAMBLE PLEASE FEEL FREE TO RAMBLE WITH ME BYEEEE

[hintsofhoney]

two years!!

today marks two years since I made this account and I just had to make a post about it cause it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. the people I have met through this fandom have become a second family to me. i have gotten the chance to meet so many of them in person, and to the ones who I haven’t gotten to squish yet just know I can’t wait for the day that I get to! these people are my people. and I have a few words to say about em cause I’m feeling sappy.

to @ellewritesfix05 — man am I happy I decided to slide into ur dms a year and a half ago. our year and a half long conversation doesn’t end, and I never want it to (no matter how many times we forget to press send on our texts). i feel like I’ve known u forever. u were my very first fandom friend, the very first one I met irl (very glad u were, in fact, real, despite what our s/o’s thought at the time LMAO) and I can’t wait to hug the fuck outta u next month (and get a picture together? cause like how did we not take one the first time around? smh) ANYWAYS. i love you so so much and I am so thankful for u & our friendship!!

@treat-winchesterswith-kindness — ohhhh the love of my life. you dmed me saying you liked my layout and now we have matching tattoos in jensen and misha’s handwriting and you’re a bridesmaid in my wedding. life is crazy. the other half of my brain, the one who always knows what I’m thinking, my damon-obsessed, dean-coded, favorite playlist making girl — I hope you know how much I love and adore you. there is no one else I’d rather tinhat with about cockles/larry or watch videos of jensen singing while crying because we both need mental help. thank u for letting me be so unapologetically me. You get me like no one else. you changed me or whateva… I love you and ur stuck with me forever sorry I don’t make the rules

to @winchest09 — I’ll try not to make ya cry. i don’t know where to start so I’ll keep it short and sweet cause there’s so much I could say about the things u have given me (and a whole lotta other people), but I’ll just say this. your strength, your resilience, your light… the person that you are leaves me in awe every day. you are the kind of person that makes me want to be a better person. you are the epitome of kindness and the embodiment of love and selflessness, and I am so so proud to call you a friend. watching you grow into the person you are now over the year and 3 months that I’ve known you has filled me with a pride that I cannot put into words. you’ve always been fucking amazing, but you just leave me speechless now. I hope you know how much I cherish all of our conversations about the good, bad, and ugly… and that you will always have a friend in me. i love you!!

@deangirl93 — my twin!! my other half! my love! where do I even start? thank you for always being there as a shoulder to cry on or vent to, or just as someone to bounce ideas off of or listen to my crazy ass ramble. your support when it comes to my writing has been such a huge factor in what keeps me going, but your support when it comes to the things I do in my life leave an impact greater than u will ever know. thank you for always being my cheerleader. I hope u know that I will always be yours. I cannot wait for the day that I get to hug you real tight before we grab some orange chicken and binge watch the mummy movies. i love you more than I could ever put into words.

to @watermelonlipstick — my voice of reason. the one who never fails to text me and make sure I’m okay when things that might upset me happen. we are so different, yet very much the same. i love you as much as you love jared and I love misha. as much as you loved the finale and I hated it. as much as you don’t ship destiel and I do (that’s a whole lotta love, and I hope you feel it). you keep me balanced, opposites attract, etc etc… hey we should do a podcast ;) anyways. thank you for simply being there whenever I need you, and for talking sense into me when I’ve gone off the deep end. everyone needs a friend like that, and I am so so so thankful that u are that friend for me.

@superfanficnatural — god where the fuck do I start with you. i love the shit outta you dude. whether you’re calling me about a cute boy or sending me thirst traps of cute boys or texting me random smut you’ve come up with about cute boys… jdjsjsk I’m kidding (kinda) but I’ll be serious now. you’re my little brother, point blank. i feel the same protectiveness about you as I do with my actual little brother, and I know you can handle yourself but I hope u know I got ur back no matter the situation. i could be having the worst day ever and all I gotta do is look at ur smile and bam, instantly better. i mean it. I’ve told you a million times before, but you are such a light. i don’t know what I’d do without ur horny ass. your friendship means so much to me!!

@writercole — my other mom. the one who tells it like it is, always. the kind of mom you are is the kind of mom I wanna be someday. i hope finn and lana know how lucky they are to have you in their corner (and jay too, I suppose, but this isn’t about him). thank you for taking me in as your own without hesitation. thank you for being someone I can both vent to and thirst with (and sometimes both at the same time?). thank you for being up for my crazy ass “hey wanna do a 4 hour road trip to FBBC this weekend?” ideas. thank you for your support and your love and your friendship. i hope u know how much I fkn love and adore you

@that-one-gay-girl — syd, my love. you’re always up for an adventure whether that’s a weekend road trip or helping me paint my entire house or attempting to make chili cause I’d never had it before, etc etc… I hope u know I will always be there for you no matter what. you are selfless and kind and loving and good, and I thank u for your friendship. i love you to death girl

@soaringeag1e — the hardest working person I know. if I was a millionaire, I’d give you half in a heartbeat. you are so deserving of everything good in this life, I hope you know that. the weekend I spent with you left me speechless at your work ethic and drive. you are an absolute force to be reckoned with, and the whole world should know it. i love you (and the lil human u made) to the moon and back x1000

to @huffle-pissed — my sweet kay!! if sunshine and candy and everything warm and sweet in the world was personified, it would be you. your joy, even on bad days, radiates. and I think it radiates even when you don’t know it. a conversation with you boosts my serotonin. i love you I love you I love you

@440mxs-wife — my con buddy! my fellow hawkeye! the only person I know who still has a physical map in their car! whether it’s navigating our way through the austin streets or through the plano convention center, it’s always an adventure. i am so glad we had eachother to lean on after going through the ordeal that is looking Jensen Ackles directly in the eyeballs. i probably wouldn’t have made it through that by myself. i love you to bits

to @smol-and-grumpy —my realist. you’re never hesitant to be up front about just about anything and I fucking love you for it. you are fierce and loyal and true and somehow always have a new picture of jensen up your sleeve. im so thankful that I get to know you!

@jensengirl83 — brandy my love, you are the purest example of what it means to be a fighter. no matter what life throws at you, you find a way, and it’s the most badass thing I’ve ever seen. you inspire me on the daily, I’m so fucking proud of you, and I love you so so much!

@denim-devil — brooook my boyyy!! a ball of sunshine when you’re sober and a ball of chaos when you’re drunk. the perfect combo. haha but seriously, you amaze me with both your artistic talent and the way that you are so unapologetically you. I love you a million my yorkshee boy

@ejlovespie — I am so glad you slid into my dms and asked to be friends. your talent in writing, gardening, candle-making, photography (literally jack of all trades over here) never fails to leave my jaw on the floor. i love you so much and i cannot wait to get to squeeze you next month!!!!!

@lassie-bird — zoë, my sunshine babe. your energy rules whatever room you’re in. you have the ability to bring someone from sad to laughing in .5 seconds. you are bubbly, sweet, loving and kind, and there’s a light in you that’s not found in a lot of people. i hope you know how much I adore you, my love

@sams-sass — chels, my sam girl. you are one of the most genuine, firey, straightforward people I know, while simultaneously being one of the kindest and most empathetic — I don’t know how you do it but I have always admired that about you, and watching you become a mama has been the absolute coolest thing to see. i love you so much!

to @thinkinghardhardlythinking — I knew we’d be friends the minute you dropped that Dean fic into my dms that made me cry for 3 hours afterwards. our little talks every now and then since that day have meant the world to me. the kindness and joy you radiate is contagious, and I can’t help but smile whenever I see yours. you’re also like, fucking hilarious, miss comedy queen. i simply love and adore the hell out of you.

to @emoryhemsworth — I still can’t believe I got to hug you!! and then proceed to have one of the most interesting conversations ever. my jdm-loving, tom ellis-shirt-owning (still incredibly jealous abt that btw), country music listening, through and through dean girl… I hope you know how much I love you!!

@akshi8278 — I mean it when I say that your comments and support on fics has a lot of the time been the driving force that kept me writing. and then I got to know you, and it turns out you’re the sweetest human on the planet. i am so lucky that I get to call you a friend, and am so glad that I have someone to thirst over those vampires with (no pun intended). love you to pieces!!

@deanwanddamons — my sian [sharn]. my favorite accent. my favorite cat lady. my favorite welsh person (what do you call people form wales? welshers? welshans?) anyways — I adore the hell out of you, my girl. whether it’s writing or acting or singing — you can do it all — and it’s nothing short of amazing. sending a million cwtchs (cwtches?) your way. i love you so dang much

@percywinchester27 — ana, my artist! your writing and your art are both some of the most beautiful things my eyes have had the joy of looking at (your face too), but more than that, I am just so lucky that I get to call you a friend! you are caring and loving and sweet and gentle and kind — and I could not love you more

to @katelyn--renee — sweet kate!! you are beautiful, inside and out, and yeah, your writing leaves me speechless sometimes, but nothing compares to your warm and sweet personality (and you give like… the best compliments ever!). so thankful for you and this friendship. i love you!!

@rebel4fandom — my harry styles loving, horse riding, future veterinarian. seeing you work so hard for your dreams has been amazing to watch. i am so proud of you. you are such a light, your energy is unmatched, and I seriously can’t wait to hug you one of these days. i love you so much!

and to @janicho88, one of the biggest hearts I know, @waywardbaby, the real life aphrodite, both inside and out, @cockslut-padalecki, the kindest and kinkiest soul, @unfortunate-brat, the sweetest person, @winchestergirl2, who is absolutely lovely (and an spn encyclopedia) — we may not talk much but know that your support and your love and everything else has been felt through the conversations we have had — and it means the world all the same. I love you all to death!

it’s these folks right here (and I’m sure a few others I’m forgetting but it’s 1:43am and I’ve had the longest day of my life so know that I love you either way) who have made my time here not only enjoyable, but have taught me so many things and given me so much that I cannot even begin to express my gratitude. but I hope this post does that, at least a little bit.

here’s to 2 more years, and hopefully some more after that!

[muffindaddystyles]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒.

Tw// eating disorder.

I was thinking of how I skip meals and stuff while studying, but still people could comment on how a certain way my body has gotten. So,,,yeah. Just wanted to write a blurb on that.

Eating meals thrice a day's fun thing, kiddos.

Harry's busy with album, well you with uni to the point you've no spare time to take care of yourself. You just wakes up giving a haste kiss to him, rush to university because you were studying all last night in the guest room not to disturb him knowing how half of limps he comes back from the studio. When you're back at home he's at the studio again and you straight away flops into your sheets without eating anything, then you again get up from your nap have a bit of snack and the routine goes on for irritatingly exhausting loop.

Else when Harry's not too busy in work he checks upon you while your nose's in books, he brings you snacks. green apples. your favourite chocolates. cack-buns. whatever he could steal from refrigerator. He clings to you until you don't end up taking a break pouting adorably, "what'd ye' do without me hu? starve yourself." So you always end up giving in.

When he becomes your tutor for the mean time and it all has one ending; that's him quenching out many orgasms from you while you thrash in his lap, him fuckin' you raw because he has missed your warmth too passion, him teasing you not letting you focus on what you're studying. That's the worst one from all of the above because when he does that he doesn't stop and it drives you insane.

When sometimes you're too stubborn he grabs you by ankles making you squeal in amusement and throws you on his shoulder to drag you to the nearest diner and swear you look like panda wearing his tattered t-shirt and pyjamas.

He doesn't let you sit in another room and study alone, whining that he couldn't sleep without you in his arms and he used to sleep on you listening to the buzz of whatever you were reading, cheek smashed against your tummy arms coiled around your waist.

That indeed caused you weakened eyesight from focusing under the night lamp. But, you loved it how he always tried to make you stick to him now he couldn't you miss him and his care.

Dinners long forgotten. In breakfast you eat cereal in the same bowl Harry did moments ago before leaving you have time for nothing, and in lunch you fill your system with cold coffees.

Now. You were free after your exams hanging out with your classfellows for few hours before going home and seep into your sheets for two damn days.

"Looks like you gained weight, during this semester." One of your classmates told you with a weird pull of her brows and you chuckled nervously not knowing what to say, the plastic cup of cold mocha in your hand getting sweaty.

"Pfft. She looks fine. This one was hectic for all of us. Y/n you look great." There's a huge lie under it because you look sodden and emotionally traumatised, you know it people don't need to butter things up for you.

You excused yourself from the hangout. You looked at delcious mocha with watering mouth and yearning gaze but you gave it to the homeless little girl in your way considered how many carbs it contains.

You rambled to yourself. Muttering under your breath what you'd have said to her. 'Maybe beacuse I'm happy and when you're happy your heart makes more blood. Maybe I'm hanging out with my friends more often eating to my fullest and maybe I enjoy having late night snacks with my boyfriend.'

But you were doing none of that so you couldn't have said that to her.

When you stepped inside your home it was smelling appetizing, again watering your mouth and making your stomach growl loudly.

When you padded inside Harry was making pasta for you in the kitchen singing a melody to himself most probably of his album. He's glowing from hanging out with his friends, writing songs, and singing them whole day at studio but you're not you feel miserable.

At some point you had thought of dropping out and end this shit for real but looking forward to Harry. How he faces every hardship and never gives up, you did not too. You're always gonna idolise him.

Harry notices your presence and he wide spreads his arms for you to just cuddle into him. Wooden spatula in his hand and he grins brightly at you, "c'mere puppy. made pasta fo' m'girl." You didn't felt like eating it. Not because you're not hungry. You're fucking starving but your stomach has gotten accustomed to be empty all the time that it's feeling like a mission to fill it.

"M'not hungry. Had lunch already." You muttered lying to him walking past him to your shared room and his brows rocketed to his forehead surprised that you didn't fled in his arms as you usually do, not even a peck on his cheek, not an appreciation that you'd eat it after your nap.

You're a bit cranky, stressed and all over the place. You don't want to take it all out in him because you know you'd say mean things just as "I missed you so much, but all you cared was to enjoy yourself with your friends and make songs with them." . "Duh. Only if I could be a singer who doesn't needs to do anything." Or "you didn't once checked upon me." Because you know that would be your nonsensical words but it would really hurt him.

Not changing into comfortable clothes you dived into your sheets sleeping on your stomach. Harry felt alone and sad even though you guys aren't being that close for months despite of some quick sex in shower and when you or him badly needs a release.

He didn't even touched his home made pasta putting it in container and storing it into fridge. His ears perked up at your moans, only realizing that those were moans of pain. You were groaning in your sleep from the headache and cold sweat breaking all over you, you're feeling nauseous even in your sleep too.

Harry was by your side resting his hand atop your shoulder and he found you bathed into sweat, pulling his bottom lip he frowned running his thumb in circles at the nape of your neck.

It's so unlike of you. To not change and brush your hair before going to bed. He turned you around, "shh. sh. baby 's me Harry." He whispered when you whimpered snuggling your face to his folded thigh and tucking your hands in between your own thighs like a sandwich.

He stroked your blazed flushed cheeks with the back of his index finger. Taking in the slightest of features that looks worn out, he really missed you and he kinda feels bad that he got so engulfed into everything that he forgot to check if you're okay.

He pecked your lips removing duvet from over you changing your clothes only leaving you in your panties and your favourite rolling stone shirt of his's. He massaged your soles and ankles a timid smile creeping at his lips at the memory how he used to give you head and back massages. He missed being by your side too.

It was past midnight and you were still into deep sleep. Concerned Harry gently tapped your shoulders kissing your forehead, "bubba. wake up darlin' you haven't eaten anything." Only if Harry knew how it has become a routine.

You woke up with little yawns and cute rubs of eyes making your Harry giggle and shower you in his loud wet kisses. The storm had yet to come. When your eyes fell over your clothes anxiety ignited in all of your body and you pushed him not even glimpesing at the awfully hurt eyes he got after that.

You quickly covered yourself with duvet with wide eyes stuttering, "why did you changed my clothes." You don't want him to look at you when you're so out of shape and not feeling physically appreciative in yourself even though you're exactly how you were before.

This's what happens when someone puts the seed of insecurities inside you.

Harry did what he has been doing the whole day, frowned in confusion he doesn't want to think you're done with him and doesn't loves him anymore but it's flickering through his mind.

"M'sorry, jus' thought that I always used to change you. You wouldn't mind." At this you strewned your lip inside not to cry at your situation how do you tell him what you're feeling?

He fumbled with his rings. Shaking your head you stood up but a train of dizziness making you knock your knees with the beds foot and Harry was on his feet wrapping you in his arms.

"You need to eat. m'not takin' any excuses. When was the last time you ate?" He was furious at you. He doesn't care if you push him this time too. He loves you too much to let you ruin your health like this. When even you forgot that what was the last time you ate a proper meal He shook his head in exasperation.

The door to ensuite bathroom was open wide as he sat a tray of pasta and two plates infront of you, his head craned in your direction as you examined yourself in the bright lit mirror.

Pinching your slightest pouch then turning a little to have a proper look of yourself. Harry didn't said anything he just observed you joining the dots clearing his throat, "come to me, pet." He made space for you and you tried to give him a smile that came out wavering.

Eating in silence. After, so much time it feels like eating a proper meal's a blessing but you couldn't eat much giving it to Harry and he took it from you kissing your head.

"Sorry." You mumbled and he stood taking the trays with himself raising his finger in air gesturing you to wait.

He waddled back not thinking twice and taking you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair as you did into his sweater cuddling closer to him.

"I know you're not feelin' good. Bad days happens with all of us." His lips lingered over your hair and he's missing the usual smell of your shampoo. He smoothed down your arms and it's the proper cuddle you're sharing after so long.

"Whateva' goin' with you tell me whenev' you're ready." His finger tucks under your chin thumb circling over your softest skin.

You just wanted to let it all out but decided against it thinking you're gonna get back to normal and everything would be okay.

Sensing your hesitation just from the beats of your heart he reminded you looking you straight in your eyes, "remember. I'm gonna love you forever and always. Whateva' it takes for m'body to."

You nodded giving a chaste kiss to his lips and both of your eyes fluttered at that warmth, his fingers dipping into your hips.

Next day you were way better. Hanging out with Harry's bestest friend at café near your home, Harry has his arm slinged around your shoulder keeping you close to him as he talked joyously.

"What would you like to eat bunny? Brownie?" He asked you knowing how much you love brownies. If anyone wants to have their way to your heart it's always brownies and chocolates.

When you first started dating Harry, he knew how much you loved chocolates so he would bring a box of different chocolates with one tulip everytime he used to visit you. He used to fed those delights to you (with a kiss in return of each) so much that you had a sugar crash once which isn't your proudest moment.

You shook your head at which his friend quips, "ooooh dieting miss?" Then that same damn insecurity came back rushing to you and when you looked down then to her asking her innocently Harry's heart broke into millions pieces, realization dawning on him with a jab.

"Do you think I need to diet?" She shakes her head vigorously trying to make you understand that her intention wasn't to make you feel bad, "hey no. you're perfectly healthy I was just teasing you." You nod at her with a little "oh." and after that Harry felt you zoning out away from him emotionally.

At home on your bed while Harry rummaged through drawers for your favourite sushi socks you pondered over everything quietly, it's frustrating him. Your silence's killing him. He wants his bubbly bunny back who used to hop in excitement, who used to crack boomer jokes with him, who used to eat brownies and chocolates like it's her last sweetness.

"Bunny..." He gave a squeeze to your ankle after slipping your feet into warm socks, "talk t' me yeah? 'S killin' me." You sapped your teeth into your lower lip.

"It's been hard Harry. Very very hard." He cradles your jaw and you continued, "my head used to ache so bad while studying, eyes used to sting and I stopped eating anything...." Tears bearing at your eyeline and Harry scoots closer to you. He feels awful.

".....n' and you weren't there. I missed you so much you know...wanted to sleep in your arms after a long day...." You were full on sobbing now and Harry's own lip wobbled he can't see you crying especially when he's the reason.

"M' s' sorry baby. Such a dickhead I'm." He wipes your tears with his hands lost inside you hair and thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

"Then again people had to throw it on my face that I've gained extra fats—" Harry grunted at this nose flaring, "who the fuck told ya—oh my god." His eyes enlarging and he felt so fucking remorseful that this's what you were insecure of from days.

"Listen to me y/n. You're exactly like how you were baby. Except more beautiful. Don't let any man, any woman to tell you that you're not. Don't let 'em hurt ye' bunny." He pulled you in his lap kissing your cheeks as you cried into his shoulder and he let you because you need it.

"Never hide your body from me bubba. You know that I worship it with my whole heart." He murmured and now you're full on crying with breath hitching, hiccuping like an innocent baby.

"M' an' awful person." He protested knuckles feathering your jaw, "no you're not."

"Yes I'm. You love me so much and–and I wanted to say mean hurtful things to you." You huffed at him when he smiled musingly, "because I was the one never giving my all lovin" to you how you deserve in the very first place. No' made sure you were eatin' properly or not, you know how worried I got findin' you practically drenched with sweat in bed that day? It was because of your low blood pressure."

He squeezes you in his arms, sponging light kisses at the side of your neck while you closed your eyes and he slipped his hand under your shirt tickling you hooking his thumb in your belly button.

"I'll love your soul in every body." His affectionate words soon turned into cheeky ones, "anddd yeh' know how much I like pregnant women."

You giggled at him smacking his shoulder but he captured it interlacing your fingers kissing the gap of your each knuckle.

That night. You guys made dinner together eating it with a big smile and gratefully for Harry you licked your plate clean.

"Sweets?" You asked him with a lowered gaze and a tilt of your head. He tapped his lips teasingly straddling you over his thigh and a moan fused into warm air when your lips slotted into perfect missing puzzles.

He admired. Sipped. Adored every inch of you tasting your mouth while his fingers kissed the dip of your waist and thighs.

"Hmm. Close your eyes open your mouth." He pecked your lips placing his thumb over your tongue and you obeyed closing your eyes shut.

Soon his thumb was replaced with dark sweetness and you instantly got on what he has done, immediately opening your eyes chewing the chocolate. Tangerine bursting on your tongue as the chocolate cracked open.

"Such a cute little mouth chews just like a bunny." He moans against your lips swiping at the hint of chocolate on your lower lip and you mumbled an appreciative 'thank you.' to him which was soon captured by his own mouth in the form of passionate kiss.

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P.s: I freakin' love chocolates and this whole situation I wrote it on me because I know I've alot of people struggling through the same difficulty the thing's we've to be our own Harry.

[babydollmarauders]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be interested in taking a request for prompt 15 with Reggie from Julie And The Phantoms? Maybe she can see and hear them all the time and her and Reggie catch feelings for each other and she tells him not to fall in love with her? Of course, he does and he confesses to her and it’s all a angsty because she thinks it won’t work because she’s a lifer and he’s a ghost but then it ends up being fluffy with him focusing really hard to touch her and they smoooooch or whateva? Sorry if this was a lot to ask for.

Fallin’ (Reggie x Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Reggie and his best friend fall in love, but she doesn’t believe they can be together.

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Prompts: 15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Warnings: Mild language at the end.

A/N: I love writing for Reggie, and my sister sure likes it when I do too, because she gets to read them when I’m done and she always complains there’s not enough Reggie fics (he’s her fave)

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Your earbuds were starting to make your ears ache, but you kept them in for the sole purpose of making sure no one talked to you. You were sitting at the top of the bleachers in the gymnasium for the school assembly, the sound of your favorite band, Why Don’t We, was flowing into your ears as you blocked out the sound of Dirty Candy. You closed your eyes for a second, leaning your head back on the wall behind you, slowly letting your consciousness slip away from you. That is until you felt a nudge on your knee, opening your eyes back up, you realized the assembly was over and everyone was leaving the bleachers. You stood, collecting your backpack before jumping row to row, making your way down the seats. When you finally reached the bottom, you heard a piano playing. You removed your earbuds and looked up to the stage to see Julie Molina, a fellow music program student. You watched as she sang, her voice captivating you, making you push you push through the crowd of students and make it to the front of the stage just in time to see three boys and their instruments appear on the stage. As the schools resident freak, a.k.a. the daughter of a medium, you could already tell that the boys were other worldly. Yet, you couldn’t help staring at the bassist, who obviously caught you as he sent a wink your way. You could feel your cheeks get red, but did you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as he soon disappeared along with the two others. You shrugged your shoulders and started pushing your way out of the crowd as they all stood entranced by the appearance and disappearance of the band.

“That’s wild. They could see us when we’re playing, but not when the music ended.” You glanced over to see the three boys again, only this time at the side, in front of the stage.

“We should double check.” The bassist ran onto the stairs to the stage, waving his butt around a couple times. “Yeah, I don’t… I don’t think they can see us.”

“I wish I couldn’t see you.” The drummer stated exasperatedly.

“Yeah, me too.” You shook your head to try and get the image out of your mind as the boys heads whipped around too.

“You can see us?!” They questioned, eyes wide.

“Yeah. My mom’s a medium, so she can see and talk to ghosts, I inherited the trait from her.” You explained. “It kinda makes me the school freak because nobody believes me.”

You looked around to see that the gym was empty besides you, the boys, Julie, and her friend Flynn, who looked upset. You watched as she ran out, Julie following after her. You followed after the boys, making your way out of the gym as well, not feeling like going to calculus.

“This is so cool! Having another person be able to see and talk to us. I’m Luke, by the way. And that’s Alex.” The guitarist pointed to the drummer that you related to in the gymnasium. “And that’s Reggie.”

Reggie smiled and waved at you before the boys began to make their own little pyramid, clearly waiting for Julie. You leaned against a column near them, watching as they scared Julie.

“JULIE!” They exclaimed, making her jump a little in fear and scream.

“You! Stop doing that! I’m serious.” She glared at the ghost boys, making Reggie puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“Whoa! This one’s all on you. We were already here. Well actually, we were over there.” He pointed behind them. “And then we came over here.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his stupidity, making Julie’s head snap over to you, finally noticing your presence. Thinking you were laughing at her, she stuttered for an excuse, but shut her mouth as you began to speak.

“Relax.” You told her. “I can see them too. Daughter of a medium, remember?”

“Oh! Right!”

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Its now been around a week, and you and Julie had become fast friends, but you had mostly hung around the boys, them enjoying the company of someone besides Julie that can see and talk to them. You had become closest to Reggie, you and him bonding over your love of things such as Star Wars and your guilty pleasure of country music. He even played you his song ‘Home is Where My Horse is’. You were currently sitting in the studio with Reggie, Alex was currently with his ghost friend Willie, and Luke currently talking to Julie at school, which you were currently skipping. Reggie was complaining to you about Jar Jar Binks.

“Reg, you know I love hanging out with you, but please, I’m begging you, to let it go.” You rolled your eyes at his whining, but still laughing his offended face.

“Awww, I love hanging out with you too.”

“Just don’t fall in love with me.” You winked jokingly, and Reggie laughed but honestly, you weren’t joking. You’re mom had told you before about a time that one of the ghosts she was friends with in her teen years had fallen in love with her and got pissed and refused to stay friends after she told him she couldn’t be with him because he was dead.

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It had been about a month now since you had met the boys and you were currently watching them perform ‘Edge of Great’ at Julie’s garage party. Watching as Julie attempted to ignore Luke to try and shake the crush she had confessed about to you. But, she wasn’t the only lifer in love with a ghost, because you and Reggie had only gotten closer, and honestly you think you may have broken your own rule and fallen in love with him. Your eyes wandered his body, his signature leather jacket conforming to his arms. He caught your eyes on him and sent you a wink, making you roll your eyes and smile, but on the inside, you felt like you had just melted.

Once the performance was over and the boys disappeared, you made your way into the garage, passing Julie as she made conversation with some of the guests.

“On your way to find Reggie?” She assumed as she sent you a suggestive wink and a laugh, to which you just shoved her shoulder.

“Shut up.” You laughed, embarrassed that she knew you so well. You climbed up the ladder in the garage into the above space, as that’s where Reggie had told you he would be after the performance. You spotted the ghost boy sitting on a bean bag, playing around with his bass.

“Hey loser.” You smiled at him, his head snapping up to look at you, his eyes peering into yours.

“Hey freak.” He chuckled out, setting his bass down on the ground next to him, eyeing you as you sat in the bean bag next to him. You watched as his smile dropped and his tone suddenly became serious, which was very unlike your best friend. “(Y/N), I need to tell you something.”

“Of course. You can tell me anything. You know that.” Your eyebrows furrowed together, your smile dropping as well. He seemed like he was struggling to get the words out, and you began to speak at the same time that he finally spit them out. “Are you okay?”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Wait what?!” Your eyes grew wide, your breath hitching in your throat. “Reggie, I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“I know! And I tried not to, but I mean, look at you! You’re beautiful, and you smell good, and we like the same things, and I mean, can you blame me?!” His voice seemed to drown out as he rambled on and on.

“Reggie, you realize that we can’t be together, right? I mean, you’re kind of dead.” Your eyes grew glossy with tears, your voice breaking at the end of your sentence.

“If you don’t love me, just tell me. Please, don’t make excuses.” Your eyes locked with his. You could deal with your feelings when you thought he didn’t return them, but now knowing that he felt the same way made your heart ache.

“Reggie, you don’t understand. I do love you.” You explained. “I’m so in love with you, you can even ask Julie, I confessed this exact thing to her yesterday. But we’re from different worlds, literally. I mean, I’m alive, and you’re dead. It would never work.”

“I can make it work. I can try, for you. We can do this.” He grasped your hand in his and you gasped at the feeling.

“How did you do that?!” Your voice shook, knowing you couldn’t keep your guard up for much longer.

“I focused. Really hard.” He moved his hand to now hold your face. “See? We can make this work. All you have to do is say the word.”

“Okay. We can try. But please, if this doesn’t work, don’t leave me alone. I don’t think I could handle that.” Your voice was as soft as you could possibly make it, knowing that if you tried to speak any louder, it would break again.

“I promise”

His eyes shut slowly and you took that as a sign to close yours as well, his face coming so close to yours that you could feel his minty breath fanning across your lips. Your lips finally collide, locking together and moving in sync. His tongue brushes across your bottom lip, and you part your lips slightly, letting his tongue push past them and gently caress against yours. You explored each others mouths, before pulling away from each other for some much needed air.

“I feel dirty. Like I just watched some weird heterosexual porno.” You heard behind you, and you whipped around to find Alex peeking at you both from the ladder. Watching as he shuddered and jumped down from the ladder. “Gross.”

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[staylavendertea]

music, ya know

this is a complete impulse of lying in bed middle of the night thoughts that i don’t even know if anyone’s gonna see that have been stemmed off the experiences of the past couple days, topic of 1:41 am mind boggle:

music and it’s aesthetic and importance in literal every sense cause it’s just that important to me

first experience of realizing this, i’ve always loved film scores and listening to music and the orchestral pieces from movies and shows, but it really seemed to hit me recently, like the fact that this week’s new LOKI episode, no spoilers, has the most badass score and a badass scene with such a perfect mix and musical atmosphere. i literally had one of my best friends over, who has a very small interest in comics, cinema, marvel in general, especially a show about a norse comic god that they know nothing about, and whilst they sat there for my own regard, watching the show like a normal human being would, i sat there clinching their hand, watching in awe as our music is louder than actors talking tv speakers spurted out the most spine tightening world building story and just wandered “jesus that was good” and whilst i will always think about the superior acting, cgi, the amount of different people that just went into those few scenes and like what was physical set and what was computer image and what the hell did i just watch that has my brain running olympic marathon circles right now?

the thought that said brain kept going back to was that fucking score. it was literally tearing apart of every corner of my head and why was it doing that?

second experience, another marvel one, but i digress. black widow (no spoilers i promise), thursday night, movie theater for the first time in i can’t even remember how long now and we set through so many previews just for fucking boss baby to start playing and the reaction of the theater to make me burst out laughing.

however whatever works in that little projection box, gets fixed and the movie is pushed to just a little before it starts, a nice small pepsi ad, the regal rollercoaster intro (if you go to regal movie theaters ya know what i’m talking about), and then i hear it - the marvel studios logo - something so musically engraved into my head that my ass that can’t sing for anything, can harmonize with the sound and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up around movie theater surround sound. but i can’t think of that now, i’m here to watch black widow, a movie on hiatus with the rest of the world for so long now, a character i didn’t know much about it or truly, didn’t have the most connection with in the first place. yet through that one movie, i seemed to build one of those.

ofc though scarlett johansson’s beautiful acting and world building, but it isn’t until the end of the movie that i even realize why. it was the fucking score again. when i think about it, the beginning of the movie felt like all of black widows scenes in the avengers movies for me, kinda just, there. not really emotionally tugging, not bad ofc either, but just, there. in the present, watching something cool in motion. but then it hits, what i can only describe as a theme that somehow tells the entire black widow movie in one singular composition. something so badass, story telling, but also just singularly black widow-esk. i can tell you that i walked out the movie theater rambling about the composition and looking up composers.

third experience, the most recent as it was literally like 20 minutes ago and sprung one train rail of a thought process that immediately tugged me into typing this brain vomit into a tumblr post. i have playlists. for everything. and when i say everything, i fucking mean everything. i’m a writer and a reader, i have playlists mostly for the young avengers, my most utter comfort characters, and their stories i’m writing. i also have playlists/genre/specific song for about every book i read.

when i read red white and royal blue when that came out, i noticed i listened to one of the drunks by panic at the disco the entirety of the ending of the book and the words and music fit together like puzzle pieces, not only did it make the reading experience better, but i was so fucking emerged in my over hyper-imagitive brain that when i finally actually finished the book, i still never left. rewind present day to the beginning of this past june, one last stop comes out, ofc i get it the day it comes out with my anticipation building like wildfire. i start reading that night and i put on my recents on my liked songs playlist (true to true spotify user) and i slowly over the next day as i read and finish the book, windle down to the genre, then the band, to the album, to the exact song that feels like the carbon copy of the words i’m reading. that song was only ones who know by the arctic monkeys. now go back to this past week, anyone who reads the carry on series knows, anyway the wind blows came out this past tuesday. i waited till wednesday to buy the ✨pretty special addition barnes and nobles copy✨ so that the dear friend that indulged me by watching loki that same day could buy it at the same time and make a cute book date or whateva. i started reading that night and something just felt ,,, off. i didn’t know what it was, but i was living off the pure joy that simon and co give me so i ignored the feeling. until i realized why it felt off this morning. i wasn’t listening to any fucking music, literally nothing, not even queen. motherfucking. queen.

i looked for the snowbaz playlist i made when i read carry on for the first time back in 2016/2017 when i was still a freshman in high school just to remember i deleted that literally forever ago. so i made a new one. like an hour and a half ago. very inspired on how i made the playlists for the young avengers and all their stories. letting the music talk.

the fact that all these rambling thoughts have led to this conclusion makes my head hurt, but for me at least in my own experiences. music talks. a two way conversation. a radio broadcast, turning the peg until you match the same frequency thats being put out and you can hear it and understand it. it’s like when you see comedians on stages or actors on panels, they talk, you have reactions, you talk back, and so forth the loop continues until the last voice, last note, rings out. music and songs and orchestral pieces and bands and composers and lyric writers are telling you the stories in reverse. they don’t know their doing it, obviously they meant something entirely different in their creations, but it’s like literature and any work of words and storytelling. interpretation. to me, the notes, pianos, violins, guitars, drums, singers, cellos, and anything that can make sound you can think of, is telling you something. whispering in your ear as you watch or read. facial features, emotions the characters dont say out loud, outfits, they way their standing or talking or moving or interacting with anything and everything.

when i just made that carry on playlist, i played it, decided to try read some good almost 2 am fan fic as you do, my hanging on by a thread sleep brain telling me words aren’t recognizable right now, and tighten myself into a blanket to see if i can sleep at all. the playlist still plays and my never shuts up head thinks it’s own daydreams, stresses out about anything it can, that is until the song plays. the one that just speaks the carry on trilogy language. the one that i found whilst i was reading wayward son and then would play whenever i re read carry on. the one that started this whole way too long ass post in the first place. cant be alone tonight by atlas. i heard just the first sound and i saw them, as if i were in the same room, like i never even put the book down in the first damn place because i’m actually terrified of finishing it. i could see simon in his oversized hoodies, baz in an outfit that was way too good just to be sitting inside, agatha looking as pleasantly pretty as ever, penelope poking fun at shepherd, and shepherd poking fun right back; bickering, laughing, saying the dialogues i try to remember so i can write them later, existing.

in a way music doesn’t just talk, but it lives. it lives and breaths. a three way conversation you could say. characters, stories, plot, and settings talk to the music, then the music delivers us listeners the message, so that we can send one back. this literally took me over an hour to write and i should point the important note that i do have synesthesia where colors and sounds and colors and words do the association so this entire thing might be me being entirely biased, but alas, i love sound so much and if there is anyone else that feels the same ways as i do as just a simple good film score and song makes anything ten times better, feel free to talk, i will totally be awkward, but i need some music freaks like myself around so feel free to hit me up, also if you love movies and cinema also feel free to hit me up as i need movie buddies and now it’s 3 am and i will be going to bed - peace out 🛸