#doing homework rn instead of waiting the last minute

[reneevz]

me after suddenly gaining back my will to live, my motivation to do anything just because i stopped worrying about genshin

#lumi.rambles #it’s no jokes #the fact i wasn’t playing the game anymore made me so down #and now after i talked it out with someone (it’s u pookie) i feel much lighter #started playing hsr again #doing homework rn instead of waiting the last minute #depression cured /j

[eggyrocks]

bruised bonus -> seven years back

m.list

♪ now playing: sheet city by mannequin pussy ♪

Her phone buzzes, and she groans.

Iwaizumi sits crossed-legged on the floor of his bedroom, homework spread out in front of him. She is lying upside down on his bed, head hanging over the edge, tips of her hair touching his bedroom floor. "He won't stop fucking texting me," she complains, holding the small black phone above her head, scowling at the screen.

"Yeah," says Iwaizumi, his attention split between her and his trigonometry. "Well he is your boyfriend, so makes sense."

This does nothing but illicit a further groan from her. "Dating is so embarrassing," she mumbles, thumbs pressing down against the keys of her phone rapidly. "I wish he'd just break up with me already."

Inexplicably, Iwaizumi feels nauseous. "Why don't you just break up with him instead?"

"Spite," she replies, and then the small phone slips between her fingers and plummets down to smack her directly in the face. "Oh fuck!"

"You're gonna break your face if you're not careful," Iwaizumi warns, trying to sound concerned, but it comes off as disingenuous when his words are accompanied by light laughter.

She rubs the middle of her forehead with the palm of her hand. "My face is already broken, dick."

That's true. Iwaizumi has gotten used to the plethora of bruises and cuts and scabs and twisted bones and cartilage. It's almost hard to picture her without them. He can't recall her face unscathed. When he tries to remember it, he pictures a much younger version of her, grinning brightly to reveal a missing tooth and slipping bug's down Oikawa's shirt.

There's a buzz in his pocket, and Iwaizumi fishes out his own phone, sliding it open to see a new message from Kyotani: are you with my gf rn? He rolls his eyes. Iwaizumi hates when he calls her that. "Now your stupid boyfriend is texting me."

She gives him a light hum in response. "Yeah, we're arguing over you."

Iwaizumi flinches. "Why the hell are you arguing over me?" he questions, and his heart thumps erratically. He deletes the message and slides his phone back into his pocket. "Keep me out of your dumb relationship."

"Don't feel too special, we argue over everything," she grumbles, arms going limp on either side of her head. Her eyes trace over the spread of assignments he has on the floor. Iwaizumi hasn't made any real progress in the last thirty or so minutes, he keeps getting distracted. "Hey, can I copy that when you're done?"

Iwaizumi twists a chunk of eraser off the end of his pencil and flicks it towards her face. It bounces off her nose. "No, do your own homework for once."

She opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off by a knock on the door. Iwaizumi's mother doesn't wait for a response before she's pushing it open. The knock is always more of a courtesy than anything.

His mother is a small, compact woman who is able to command an entire room with a slight narrowing of her eyes. Iwaizumi blames her genetics for the reason he can't break one-eighty centimeters. He also blames her for his slight temperament issues.

She catches sight of the familiar form that's always somewhere in her house (holed up in Iwaizumi's room, sprawled out in the living room, eating from their fridge) and sighs. "What are you still doing here? It's late."

She just grins in response. "Yeah, but you guys just like me so much better here."

Iwaizumi's mother gives her son a look. He knows what it means, and in response, he just gives her a loose shrug. She rolls her eyes at him, and steps towards her perpetual house guest.

She reaches down and cups her face by the chin, using her fingers to squeeze her cheeks together. "I don't know why you have to ruin your pretty face with such a violent sport," she remarks, taking note of a particularly nasty bruise that makes her left eye harder to keep open. "When's your next match?"

"Next Saturday," she replies, words coming out muffled between her bunched up cheeks.

Iwaizumi's mother nods, and releases her face, lightly tapping the side of her cheek before she steps away. "Come over before, and I'll braid your hair for you," she instructs and as she's halfway out the door, says, "Be gone by midnight."

The door closes behind her. Iwaizumi scoffs, and returns his attention back to his incomplete homework. "She loves you way too much."

She flips over onto her stomach and crosses her arms beneath her. "Whatever. I'm glad someone does," she says, laying her cheek flat on her arm, watching him pretend to study.

Iwaizumi loves her. He's always loved her. He hasn't said it as much lately, but it hasn't changed. The new presence of Kyotani in her life has changed a few things, though, just a bit.

Iwaizumi has yet to voice just how much he hates this.

"Hey Haji," she says, and he looks up at her. "You'll come next Saturday, right?"

He nods. "Of course. I said I would, didn't I?"

"Just checking," she replies. "It's better for me, y'know. When you're around."

Iwaizumi doesn't say anything to this. He just shakes his head, trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck, and buries his face in his work.

an: im so nostalgia pilled you can ripped haikyuu being set in the early 2010s from my cold dead hands ok yn was texting on a BLACKBERRY and iwaizumi had one of those little fuckers that would slide up and then also slide to the side whatever the fuck they were called ok fuck iphones !!!!!

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[cahmilo]

Proud of You | carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: being a graduate student has been the most draining period of youth. you had submissions to do, projects to finish, and even essays to write. having burnout and stress all at once just makes you want to end it all, but luckily for you, you still have one task you've been wanting to achieve, to make carlos madrigal proud of you.

tags: modern high school au, burnt-out reader, mentions of fainting throwing up and academic stress, cursing

note: this is most especially dedicated to @pochi-moochika please ik youre asleep rn but brother pls get well fucking sooner god i miss being chaotic with you *violently sobbing*

As rewarding as it may be, graduating wasn't easy. In order to reach for the top, one must walk up the stairs of progress that comes with numerous tasks and challenges that determines your will to reach the goal. Unfortunately for someone as chill and nonchalant as you, it was weeks of torture and agony prior to the final celebration. 

You were a good student since little now that you think about it. It was just because of the pace of growing up, adulting, pressure to finish what you can't, they all burdened you. To the point where you procrastinate and easily give up. It has been like this for the past few weeks and now you're paying the price.

Graduation is almost 2 weeks away and you are still yet to pass on some of your pending assignments. 

You groaned in exhaustion as your hands made its way to your face, your elbows resting perpendicularly atop the cluttered desk. It was already 2AM and your emails have been pouring non-stop, teachers asking for your progress and waiting for your response. You didn't have the energy to respond to them with what you still didn't have so you simply ignored them. You shut them out and closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking in at least a minute of rest before you're faced with reality again.

Just as you were about to take in the serenity and peace, you were interrupted by a 'ding' sound. A notification from the discord app. You blinked your eyes and sighed to open your laptop and your eyes almost popped out from your sockets to see who messaged you at this hour.

Carlos Madrigal, one of the school officers and if you were to be honest, the one you're attracted to. 

Carlos: hey,, u need help? with yk other tasks and such

You gulped. You've interacted with Carlos before, despite his cold and intimidating look, he was nice to you. Though he never openly showed you care, there were times when you felt it. Unfortunately his cool but lowkey-kind demeanor made you fall down the rabbit hole and you were down bad. So him messaging you at this hour brought you more energy than the commercial drink set by your table.

You: lmao its aight im good.. i think i can do this

Carlos: Y/N, its 2AM and i saw how many things you still need to do 

Carlos: give me some of the modules you still haven't done

Carlos: i'll answer them

Now if you were to be honest, you hate letting others work for you. You had a thing for your ego and it would falter immediately if you shown any ounce of weakness or failure to someone else. In this scenario though, you were desperate. And as much as you hate having let your crush answer your homework for you, there wasn't any other choice available.

You: fine

You: can you answer them here w me

Carlos: sure

And that was how your night of stress took a 180 degree turn. When you saw Carlos join the discord voice call, your heart paced even faster. As if you were palpitating with caffeine but instead of coffee, it was his voice. The sound of his microphone and audio transmission on his end made his voice even lower and raspier. He sounded like he was tired but every time you insist on letting him go to bed, he would always stay behind to help you. 

And it went on for many days.

Carlos was the only one who was willing enough to help you with your last minute requirements. It lifted a bunch of weight from your shoulders, but not entirely. Every night you and Carlos would be on vc to answer activities together. Lucky for him he finished it a few days ago so it was easy to help you. You on the other hand, felt like you were burdening him but never got the chance to tell him so. 

It went on for a few more days and you were finally done with your lacking projects. Carlos and you got even more closer than before to the point of sleep calling and pet names. You finally got to know more about him during these times of stress. You found out that you two loved horror movies, Carlos would often share his screen to watch a movie with you even. You also found his way of affection quite, unique? He would cover it up with insults and if ever he gets soft, he would instantly claim it as a joke and call it cringe. It was his thing and it made you adore him even more knowing that he genuinely tries.

Tonight was the night before the two of your graduation. Carlos wasn't nervous, he was ready. But you however, you were jittery and nervous, and Carlos can tell. Right now on vc, he made sure that he wants to make you feel better and calm for at least a small amount.

You turned your camera on the same time Carlos turned his. He was on his desk, seeming to be writing something while you were leaning on your right palm, staring at your hands trembling from nervousness.

"You see this shit? It's involuntarily shaking like a damn chihuahua" You trailed off, showing your hand to the camera. Carlos looked at it and slightly widened his eyes.

"You're really nervous huh?"

"Yeah." You put down your hand and looked at the walls of your room. "Sometimes I hate my hands, they always snitch on me when I'm anxious. They also look weird" 

"No they don't." You saw Carlos standing up from his chair to walk off-cam. 

"They do"

"I'll prove you wrong" You heard Carlos' voice from his mic, it seemed like he was far away. 

"And how will you change my mind?"

"I'll hold your hand to let you see how you should love them like I do" 

When Carlos said those words, you almost dropped your head down to the desk. You were taken aback from his bold move and your eyes widened. Impulsively, you muted yourself and hid your face from the camera as you ducked down to your desk and squealed. 

You stayed in that state for a couple of seconds until you heard clattering of objects from Carlos' mic that made you look up. He was on his way back to his chair but he brought along a guitar with him. You unmuted yourself and showed your face back to the camera but it was more red as it used to be. Carlos then asked you a question that made your entire night even more heart fluttering.

"Send me your favorite song, I'll try to sing it"

—

D-Day.

It was graduation day. You were all dolled up by your family. You wore a pretty dress and your hair was neatly styled ready for pictorials and whatnot. When you arrived at the venue, you haven't seen Carlos yet so you sit on your seat waiting for preparations to take place.

While you were gazing at the decorations for the stage, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned back and saw Carlos and instinctively, you threw yourself to his arms. He caught you with ease and embraced you even tighter while chuckling.

"You ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled away from the hug, careful not to mess your hair. When you nodded back to him, he smiled and bid you a temporary goodbye as the program began to start.

Nervousness filled your body. You shivered and your legs were bouncing the more names get called and the more it gets closer to yours. Carlos was in a different class however so he was called first. He looked so good it made you lose all your anxiety in just seconds. The way he walks coolly towards the stage and received his diploma with a half-lidded smirk, it made you swoon. For a second you swore you saw him glance at your eyes and gave you a small wink, making you lose your composure. You covered your face by hiding to the person in front of you.

By the time your turn comes, you almost looked like there was no more blood pumping in your body. It all seemed like a blur as you walked up to the stage, faced the bright light covering the audience and took your diploma. You smiled at the camera and almost ran down the stairs to exit. On the way to your seat you met Carlos and this time, he was the one to storm in your way to give you a tight embrace. 

"I'm so proud of you!" He yelled, combatting the loud speakers and music. You laughed and buried your face in his chest.

"Couldn't have made it this far without you, Carlos" You were about to call yourself insane and delusional when you felt a pair of lips lightly kiss the crown of your head. 

—

After the ceremony, Carlos insisted he takes you out to celebrate. He takes you out to your favorite restaurant for lunch and decides to spoil you by paying for it all. It made you flattered seeing how he went all the way just to be with you. As much as he tried denying that it was a date, you couldn't help but feel like it was. 

Carlos spent the rest of the afternoon with you. After lunch the realization of your success finally sinks in and it gives you, mixed emotions? You were happy that you managed to graduate but now looking back at it, you did poorly on some of the tasks and you regretted it. You regret how you procrastinated your way to the end of the semester and even brought Carlos into it. He noticed your change in demeanor and insisted he takes you home to rest. 

When you arrived home, you felt weak, drained, tired. It was as if the moments of you suffering in pain has sunk in harder now. The times where you were overworked made you nauseous.

You also had your image to keep, and being weak in front of Carlos wasn't something you wanted to show. As much as you hated letting him see you so unwell and tired, he still insisted he helps you. When you threw-up he held your hair, when you were on the verge of fainting he carried you all the way to your room, and when your head was spinning in pain he scourged through the medicine cabinets to give to you. Soon enough you felt somewhat better, but not too much. 

"Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay here?" 

"Sure" 

Carlos slowly walked towards the edge of your bed. When he saw that you moved to the side to make space for him, he slowly joined you. 

"Can I hug you?" "You don't have to ask, Y/N"

And just like that, you felt warmth and comfort in his arms. Carlos hugged you gently, whispering soft tunes to soothe your mind. You moved to a more comfortable position and plopped yourself on top of him as you laid your head on his chest, feeling the loud pounding of Carlos' heart. He tried to look away but his eyes were stuck on you. Carlos reached out for a make-up wipe on your bed side table and slowly lifted your head to meet his as he carefully removes your make-up. It didn't take long for you to melt to his touch as the product felt cool on your skin and the weight of the cosmetics making you feel more light and free. 

"You okay now?" Carlos softly whispered, wiping the underside of your eyes. His smile slightly faltered at the sight of your eyebags. 

"A little. I still feel sick, sorry"

"Don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong" 

"I did" You whispered and furrowed your eyebrows. "I got you to do shit for me, I messed up while walking, I- ugh"

"Hey, look at me." Carlos called you, he traces your jaw to make you look at him. 

"I'm proud of you no matter what. I'm always fine helping you and you know that. You suffered through much and I'll still be with you from then on, okay?"

You closed your eyes and face-planted yourself to his chest. You can feel the vibration coming from Carlos lightly chuckling at you. While you were at your spaced out thoughts, you felt fingers make its way to your hand. In the spur of the moment, you felt Carlos intertwine his fingers against yours, his thumb lightly brushing near the back of your palm. You suddenly remembered your old conversation with him about your hands, flustered at the thought of him staying true to his word. His other hand left your hair as it travelled to your temples, gently massaging them. Carlos hummed a small tune in hopes to relax you.

It did. 

It was as if time has slowed down. You were afraid to let this moment end, when you're met with reality and all of the burdens that came along with it. Now, you focused on the present. You were safe and sound in his embrace, and you couldn't ask for a better place to spend eternity in. 

Before you were about to doze off to dreamland, you heard Carlos mumble those words you've been longing to hear ever since. 

"I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that Y/N"

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[chaoticbitchywitch]

I have a lot going on and I really jus need to organize my thoughts. If you read this and have any advice I'd love to hear it 🥰

Issue One: My Grades

My grades are pretty important to me, but I missed a lot of school all in a row bc of TSA and Robotics. I currently have 4 C's, 1 B, and 3 A's but I want to at the v least have all A's and B's. I have a two options.

1. Focus on my lowest grades and jus accept B's so I don't kill my mental health

2. Kill my mental health (more) and try to get as many all the way up to A's.

But wait! There's more!

Issue Two: My Activities

I'm in robotics, TSA (Technology Student Association) and band.

My band director is leaving. Tomorrow is the teacher appreciation assembly and some of the band is playing a piece for her, but I was planning on doing homework instead of going to the assembly. I can either go to the library or go to the assembly. I don't wanna go to the assembly but I wanna play for my director bc she means a lot to me. I might be able to leave after but idk fs.

In robotics, we're preparing for next season and the state comp that we're hosting. There's really not much going on there rn at least, but the season jus finished.

In TSA, I made nationals in two events so I have that in June. I need to prepare for the events, but it's kinda stressful.

Band is the biggest activity rn obviously, but the others are still important. And I have all my homework and studying for tests still. And that brings be to my third issue.

Issue Three: Tests, Exams and Finals

I'm in AP US History, and that exam is 10 May, but I don't feel prepared at all. I have Algebra II, Chemistry and ELA EoC's that I have to study for. I have finals in Principles of Engineering, Civil Engineering and Architecture and Spanish. Both language courses are the most difficult for me, but I also have higher priorities (the more impactful ones like the AP exam, etc) that I would rather focus on. I don't have time to study for everything.

Issue Four: Family Bullshit

Since Feb, there's been some issues w my dad. I'm not gonna go into a lot of detail but I've been at my grandparents house. It's been really difficult mentally, emotionally and physically. It's been affecting my grades a lot and I haven't been able to sleep.

Issue Five: Summer

I've been wanting to apply to a new job so I get paid $14 or $15 rather than $12.80 but my mom is v against me working there bc it's farther away than where I currently work, it would be way more enjoyable. A few of my friends work there and the pay is better, so idrc that it's 15 minutes farther or sum like that. I also don't like the people I currently work w and there's a lot of drama (drugs at work (I'm a life guard why are you high at work thats actually fucking stupid), relationships and sex and cheating (as you'd expect from a job filled w high schoolers), people not doing their job, etc.) I jus think it would be a better work environment.

The other problem is summer school. I'm gonna be doing pre calc over the summer bc I wanna take calc next year so I can take higher level physics my senior year. One of my friends also did that last summer and he said it was hell and moved really fast, so I'm kinda worried abt that. He also said it wouldn't leave a whole lot of time for other things, which I believe. Idk I'm jus stressed abt it.

So yeahhhh. I've been having a lot of fun recently. I'm hella stressed and idk what to do. Yayyy. Love my life.

Anyway, if you're still here, thank you for reading. If you have any advice, I'd love to hear it 🥰🥰

#personal rant #high school #im dying #dying inside #send help #ibdp student

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 26th feb 2021 | part 1

pairing : todoroki x fem!reader

genre : very fluffy, teensy bit of angst

themes : mutual pining, violence, tiny bit clichè,

request : heyy can you do a todoroki and bakugo, bestfriends to lovers troupe ? fem reader please >:)) feel free to decline or anything !!

quirk : telekinesis, you get lightheaded when you use too much and your nose bleeds

note : you are all mights neice, you live with him. you don’t have parents and in this storyline you move into the dorms after the USJ attack

[ todoroki ]

> honestly he didn’t understand the difference between bestfriends and what he was feeling

> he thought what he was feeling for you was normal since he’s never had a bestfriend before pain

> he met you around 2 years before you got into UA

-> meeting you

> you were waiting outside of a meeting room your uncle was in and you weren’t the only one

> you weren’t allowed to actually go into the meeting room so you sat outside opposite the dual haired boy

> his hair reminded you of a candycane

> you were curious as to why you hadn’t see him there before especially if his parent is a pro

> you tried not to look at him too much but it was near impossible when he looks the way he does

> you opted to just play with your rings instead you didn’t want to freak him out

> after a couple minutes he noticed your gaze shifted from your rings to the setting sky and since you were too immersed in the red and pink clouds you didn’t notice him staring at you

> honestly i think he loved you from then, watching your eyes light up at the sky was so endearing he didn’t want to look away

> imagine someone being that in love with you i’m so sad rn i’m sorry

> a couple minutes later your uncle walked out of the room along with a couple other heroes including the flame hero endeavor

> ‘shoto i’ll be bringing you along to these meetings often!’

> his voice was loud while the boy looked sick of him, he gritted his teeth a little agreeing

> so that’s why you hadn’t seen him here before

> ‘young y/n! ah this is shoto todoroki you’ll be seeing a lot more of him, endeavor and i have agreed on training you together’

> you have wanted to become a pro-hero like your uncle and since they’re busy it’d be easier having one of them take turns each week

> the heroes explained to shoto that no one can know your last name or your connection to all might since it makes it dangerous for you

> during training you noticed how similar you are, you were both quite reserved and quiet at first

> the first time you talked to him was during your 4th or 5th training session and it was because all might told you to try be more open to friends

> ‘um, hi’

> ‘hello’

> and that’s how you got here

> your friendship was one people only wished to have

> whenever todoroki came around you were both a whole new level of chaotic

> your go to was to either watch terrible films together and make fun of them or bake together

> you were watching the kissing booth and you had to pause it every couple minutes to stop yourself from cringing so much

> he laughed watching your disgusted expression

> he loved seeing your nose scrunch up at the terrible scenes

> you’re not the only one who cringed ‘y/n please pause it again, that was disgusting i need a moment’

> when baking it was usually biscuits and it always resulted in you getting flour everywhere

> ‘wait wait shoto we need to add more sugar’

> ‘uhh but we used all the sugar’

> ‘fuck’ chaos

> whenever shoto had a bad day with his father he knew your house was always open to him

> the first time he got upset he came to you, you opened the door and immediately let him in

> ‘i can’t, i can’t live in that house with him’ you let him cry in your arms when he needed to

> to cheer him up you ate soba together and devised very well thought out plans on how to annoy the fuck out of endeavor

> you went over to todoroki’s as well usually when endeavor wasn’t home so he wouldn’t make you train

> fuyumi and natsuo were the first to notice your closeness and they never made fun of you for it but often said ‘they’re going to fall in love’

> there have been moments you’ll cherish

> when watching a movie marathon there have been many times when all might has come home to your head on todoroki’s shoulder while his head is on yours, you’re both fast asleep

> he draped a blanket over the both of you before telling endeavor he’ll drop shoto off later and that you’re busy training together

> when you first joined UA he finally made a few more friends as did you, at first you were worried that you’d grow apart but thankfully yoi didn’t

> during lunch you always met up after eating, you had gotten a lot closer with the bakusquad but still found time to be together

> walking towards the lunch hall he noticed you walking with midoriya, he was about to speed up to catch up with you guys but you went into a room together and he got very confused

> he went to his usual table ( dekutable )

> when you guys came back he innocently said ‘where were you guys’

> midoriya fumbled over his words while you replied ‘had to ask all might about some homework’ since only todoroki knows about your connection to the pro-hero you had to keep it discreet

> but now midoriya knows as well since he’s the next successor, since todoroki didn’t know that he got suspicous when he saw you heading out the training rooms together, what he didn’t see was all might walking out soon after

> he didn’t understand why this affected him so much, you’re his friend and midoriya is his friend so why does he feel rage when he sees you with him

> at one point he had enough and walked into the room you and midoriya had been going to every lunch ‘are you going to tell me what you’re hiding?’

> inside was you a very scared midoriya and a skeleton form all might

> yeah you had to explain everything but all might wasn’t mad since it’s shoto he knows he can trust him, you’ve trusted him with your name and secrets and he hasn’t said a word

> let’s just say shoto slept very well that night knowing you weren’t secretly dating midoriya

> speaking of that night you walked back to the dorms together, the sunset looked the same as the day you met him

> you got back to your room and sat on your bed after kicking your shoes off

> he watched you as you picked a movie, smiling a little at your pout

> ‘why’re you smiling at me like that icyhot’

> ‘hm just, feel happy’ you looked at him and layed your head in his lap as the light through the window hit your face

> he brought a hand to your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair slightly scratching at your scalp

> you hummed bringing your arms around his waist as he smiled down at you touchstarved, same

> you let the movie play and his eyes were stuck on the screen, you looked up at him and just admired him

> you knew your feeling for him haven’t changed since you met him but that doesn’t matter as long as this doesn’t change

> ‘y/n?’

> ‘hm’

> ‘what happened to that nickname you used to call me, candy cane?’

> ‘do you want me to call you it again’ you could see blush on his cheeks

> ‘yeah, i liked it..it made me feel closer to you’

> you felt your heart swell at his words and you buried your face into his stomach as you felt it heat up

> he giggled at the feeling and pryed your face away from his ticklish stomach, he was now cupping your face

> his grey and blue eyes were stuck in your own [c] eyes

> it was as if you understood what you both wanted, he leaned down a little and when you lifted your head up he knew you wanted this too

> he brought your face towards his own and closed the gap between you both, his lips were gentle against your own

> you both smiled into the kiss

> ‘things won’t change right?’

> ‘never, we’ll only get closer’

> you nudged your nose against his and pecked him again before laying back into his lap

> you talked about how dumb you’ve both been and how long you’ve liked each other before

> an hour later you felt deep breathes coming from him, looking up he had fallen back onto the bed and was asleep with a small smile on his face

A/N :

i will literally never find real love bexause tHIS is so hard to come by and that :) is :) pain :)

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[onlymexsarah]

Imperfections (R.L)

Remus Lupin x UW!Reader (Under weight)

I read a lot of imagines with plus size readers, and i think it's something beautiful, but instead I've never read about a under weight reader, insecure of herself and her body, so here I am, with a Remus Lupin ready to cheer you up.

Prompts: “I wish you could see yourself with my eyes. So you would understand that I’m in love with you, all of you.”

Gif is mine🍃

P.s.: English is not my first language, please if you notice some mistakes let me now🥰

Also, I’m not used to write one-shots, I’m writing a book rn, this is a new experience, but I hope you like it🥺

Transfiguration, you had to study for your Transfiguration lesson. You couldn't let McGonagall find you unprepared, so you would stay in the library one more hour while your schoolmates eat their lunch, beside you weren't hungry at all.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Asked your boyfriend standing up and looking you with hopeful eyes. Remus Lupin was the best boyfriend someone could ask for; he was clever, funny, cute and with always something to comfort you in your bad days. You haven't exactly his mind, due the fact that you always forget something about homework, lessons or Prefect's meetings; and didn't care how much time you forgot things, he would always reminder you them.

"Don't worry Rems, I'll catch you up later. Just need one more minute." You said smiling standing up to give him a soft kiss on his lips. True must be told, he didn't know that you forgot sometime to eat too, but it wasn't a big deal for you, it was a normal routine not eating to save time for studying or sleeping.

"I'll see you there, love." He smiled giving you a kiss more intense than the first one, and then you were alone looking the book in front of you studying until the last line.

An hour passed before you brought yourself in the Great Hall ready to eat. You saw Remus in the corner of your eyes waiting for you with the Marauders, but that day you weren't so hungry, and you knew that Remus would be worried for you, so you decide to sit with your housemate instead to not let Remus see your almost empty plate.

The chicken was delicious, you wanted so badly to eat more about it, but you were done with one piece, so you stand up ready to go towards your boyfriend. You didn't know what you must had done to deserve him in your life, to deserve his love. Not only he was the perfect gentleman, but he was extremely attractive, and all the girls in the school knew you picked the perfect mix that someone could find in a boy.

"You alright? You didn't seat with us." Remus whispered to you when you reached each other out of the Great Hall.

"Yes, don't worry. I had to tell Snape a thing about Potion. We are partners now." You rolled your eyes thinking about Slughorn and his idea to put you with Snape instead with Remus. 

You wanted nothing more than cuddle in Remus’ arms, those arms that made you feel protected, loved and safe. You wanted to lay with him, kiss his scars and telling him how beautiful he was, you wanted to make him see himself in the same way you saw him, because you knew how it felt avoiding the mirrors afraid of what you might see, or looking your body and see nothing else but imperfections. 

So now you two were on his bed, your face on his torso with his arm around you and the other hand in your hairs, listening his heartbeat like you would listen your favourite song. The other three Marauders left you alone, going around the school pranking people, and you were fine with it as long as you two had time for yourselves. 

“How about Christmas’ holiday? My mum are cooking turkey, with her special recipe.” said Remus looking the ceiling of his canopied roof.

“I’m not going to meet your parents. Not yet, I promised my father I will be with him this Christmas.” you tried to sound convincing, but the idea of meeting Mr and Mrs Lupin terrifided you. Not because you were afraid of them, but you were scared of the idea about them thinking you were not enough for their son.

“Why not?! My mum can’t wait to cry with you during one of your favourite films!” he said laughing. 

You looked the boy under you astonished. “You-you told your mum that? Remus Lupin I’m going to kill you!”

You started to tickle him under his armpits, making him wriggling under you. You were sure that the boys in the next dorms could hear you two laugh, but you didn’t care because seeing Remus laughing was the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life. 

You got distracted for a second, a tiny little second that Remus took as an opportunity, so he reversed your positions, finding yourself between the bed and him. With his hands he grabbed your wrists pulling them on the pillow still laughing. 

“You have nothing to worry about, love.” he whispered before kissing you. You smiled in the kiss, feeling the butterflies in your stomach as you were used with him. He interview your right hand with his, letting go the other that you brough in his hairs keeping him close to you. 

Your hands seemed to be made to fit together, his big one was holding your petite one still on the pillow while the kiss got more intense. With his free hand started caressing your hips, gently as a true gentleman, but it was enough to make you lose your mind. You wanted to go on, you wanted him badly, but when his hand fell on your hip bone, you froze. He was leaving little kiss on your neck, thing that would make you crazy few moments ago, but now the only thing you could focus on was his hand touching one of the part of your body where the bones could be feel more. You blocked him, almost brutally, shifting away from under his weight and putting your shoes on ready to go away. 

“Y/N what happened? Did I do something...?” he asked afraid to have done something wrong toward her, feeling his ears burn. 

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong.” you said trying to not let your voice break. “I’ve just remebered I have an essay for tomorrow.”

You ran out of his common room, without looking the Marauders that teased you about your time alone with Remus, and when you were alone in the hallway you stopped sitting on the stones floor. Why you had to be so stupid? You were almost there, you were almost done with your insecurities, and it was enough a touch on your hips to make you panicking. You knew that Remus loved you because your intelligence, behaviour and other things you still had to find out, but you also knew that once he will see your body, he will understand that he could have someone better. Someone who is not you. 

You seemed a child, and you still acted in that way the days later, when you avoided him in all ways. You sit at your table with your fellows, sitting with your friends (who were not the Marauders) during lessons and sneaking away before he could pull all his things in his bag. 

Were you on the wrong side? Yes. Were you a coward? Also yes. Could you stop it? No. Your body was the problem that you had since years, and it wasn’t Remus’ fault if he didn’t know nothing, you just didn’t open up with him yet.

So now you were in the Owlery, cuddling your and Remus’ owls like you were used to do every week. You heard a noise in the stairs, but it could be some student you thought, so you kept feeding Remus’ owl.

“So you’re alive!” you froze without glacing back at the boy. “Hardly to tell since we haven’t see you for days.” James Potter could be the funniest guy  of the school, but if you hurt his friends he would make sure that you pay for it, and so you didn’t know what to do; never James had spoken to you with such venom in his voice. 

“Now you see me.” you walked toward the door ready to go away from him, but he stopped you with his voice.

“You know, I told him so!” you looked him confused. “I told him to break up with you a week ago, and you know what he said? He agreed with me.” your eyes bacame wet, trying to not cry in front of him as a child. “He wants to start a new chapter of his life, but he can’t do it if you two don’t break up. Take a move, alright? I don’t want to see him with someone like you. Someone who clearly doesn’t care about him. Who-”

“Prongs! What is happeing here?” Sirius arrived with Peter interrupting James who was burning you with his eyes, if his voice wasn’t already enough.

“Y/N are you fine?” asked Peter worried to see you like that for the first time. You were the stronger one, the girl who never cry, but in front of him, right now, there was a girl...broken.

“Yes, she’s fine. We had just had a talk, she was leaving.” said James without looking away from you. It was clear that he didn’t want to see you again, and you didn’t dare to look at Sirius because you were sure that you would finde the same look in his eyes. Instead you gave a weak smile to Peter, the only one who seemed worried for you, and then you leave wiping away the few tears that fell on your cheeks.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Remus would never dream to leave her, and surely you would never say something like that to him! You care too much about her too to hate her.” Sirius said angrily to his mate while the curly boy was sending a owl that Peter guessed was for Lily.

“We know her, it was the only way to make Y/N take a move. I bet that she is going to speak with Remus right now.” he smirked pleased with himself.

“I can’t decide if you are extremely stupid or a genius.” said Peter running a hand through his hair. 

“We’ll see, Peter, we’ll see.” 

***

James was right, you wanted to speak with Remus, if it was true that he wanted to break up, then you would give him the opportunity, even if the thought broke your heart. When you passed in front of the Great Hall you stopped confused seeing everyone inside, and looking your wrist watch you saw that it was dinner time. This meant that the Astronomy Tower was free, so you walked toward it forgetting about the dinner and hoping that you could spend a night alone with the stars. 

You were sit with your back leaning against the wall, looking the sky, when the door opened and Remus were relief to see you there. “Knew you weere here.” You glaced at him quickly, surprised to hear his voice as soft as you remembered. Wasn’t he angry with you? So why he was there, with a plate full of food in front of you with his kind smile. “I saw you didn’t eat anything tonight, so I brought you something.” he rubbed his neck with his free hand turning in a soft shape of pink that you couldn’t notice due the weak light of the moon. 

“Yeah, I’m not really hungry. But...thanks.” you gave him a soft smile moving uncomfortable in your position. Should you start to speak? Should you wait him to take the first move? You were on the wrong side, you had to speak first, so when he sat beside you shyly, you took a deep breath. “I know why you’re here...and I’m really sorry.” your voice cracked and you looked away. “I’m so sorry, Remus. H-he told me you were thinking about that since a week and it’s fine...” no it wasn’t. “I understand why you want to break up with me. I’m just sorry for how I was toward you these days, I wasn’t angry with you, I swear...” You wiped away the tears with your hands trying to compose yourself. You were not going to cry in front of him, you had no right to cry.

“WHAT? Who told you- Me breaking with- what are you talking about?” he asked astonished looking your confused face.

“James told me you are thinking about breaking up with me since a week...” you said uncertain. 

“Such a dickhead! I can’t believe he told you so, he saw me crying thinking about that YOU wanted breaking up with me!” he moved his hands in the air and you looked him astonished. He hadn’t realized what he said until his eyes met yours. “Well, I wasn’t literally crying... just you know, the full moon is in three days and I get a bit too emotional.” you looked him amused while he tried to find an excuse making you laugh. “it could have been few drops of water, it was hot so I was sweating too.” 

“Oh yeah sure. Few drops of water, yes.” you giggled looking him finding his beautiful smile while his eyes were on you. You had to tell him, you own him. “I have to tell you something, I know I have been awfull toward you, and it’s not your fault. Blimey Remus, I could never think a life without you, not say breaking up with you.”

He left a breath of reliefe keeping listening you carefully. “That night...did I put pressure on you? You didn’t want to...” he blushed without finishing his sentece.

“No, no, no. I want you! I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud, but you have no idea about the thoughts that I have when we are together.” You looked away shyly; taking a deep breath you stood up torturing your hands. “I don’t eat, and it took me to be under weight. The healers say I have to do more meals during the day but I can’t! I-”

He stood up, getting closer to you and wiping away the tears that were falling from your eyes. He wanted hug you so much, but he knew he had to leave you let out everything you kept for yourself for years.

“You know how forgetful I am, and with all the things that happen in a day I forget that I must eat, beacuse I’m never so hungry to notice it. This is why sometime I didn’t sit with you, because I didn’t want to let you see how little I ate...” you were looking down, ashamed by how you were.

He took your hands in his owns. “I know.”

Your eyes shifted on his face suddenly confused, did he know? “What?”

“Honestly, what kind of boyfriend i would be if I don’t notice that my girlfriend eats less than everyone else, or that she doesn’t eat at all? I kinda know how to recognize when someone has a secret.” he shrugged innocently. “But I’ve never said anything because I know you, and I know that you would tell me when you would be ready. I still don’t get the problem, though...”

How he could not see the problem?  “The problem is, that everyone think if you are thin then you have a perfect body. Well it’s not! I have not a perfect body, actually I hate it! With all the clotes on it seem that my body is ‘normal’ for the standard of the people, but without them...” you felt a strange anger inside you, anger toward the people that never cared about your feeling just because you were ‘thin’, without thinking that you could have not like your body. “Without them it’s full of imperfection! But of course, I’m thin so I must be happy, right? I am not, because be thin is not cool. People think that when you are thin you have no problems, I don’t know the others, but surely not when you are as thin as me.” 

You had walked away from him, too angry to stay still, and now you were taking deep breaths trying to calm down. Remus came in front of you slowly, understanding your all point. “Are you really talking abour imperfection with someone who has scars on all his body?” 

“You know that I love your scars.” you rolled your eyes looking everyshere but him and wiping away the last tears.

“And I love you. Again, I don’t see the problem.” his smile made you ask if you spoke english or not, the problem was evident.

“You are used to see me like that; clotes, make up, with my awesome personality and intelligence.” you joked a little. “But I don’t know if you will still love me if I show you everything. I mean, I don’t love me too, so why should you do it?” 

He felt sad suddenly, it hurted him see you like that; see you full of insecurities like him. For him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world, didn’t matter how much imperfections you had. “ I wish you could see yourself with my eyes. So you would understand that I’m in love with you, all of you. I don’t care about some imperfections, those are the things that make me understamd how much you are perfect to me.” 

“I love you too.” You whispered back, without knowing what to say. 

He kissed you softly, caressing your cheek with one hand and wrapping the other around you. You brought your hands behind his neck smiling, you have been such a idiot, avoiding him for days have been the most difficult thing to do; you needed him like the air. “And then, I’m curious about those thounghts of yours.”

He joked keeping his forehead resting on yours, and you blushed a little. “Sure, but now I’m hungry.” you took his tie pulling him down again to kiss him, knowing that he will always love you as you are. 

#remus lupin x reader #Remus Lupin #the marauders #James Potter #Sirius Black #peter pettigrew #marauders era #marauders x reader #hogwarts #Harry Potter #love

[bigowlenergy]

eyes

whoops late to dannymay. but time aint real rn anyway, so

EDIT: the How to Raise the Dead series can be read on ao3 and ffn now!

X

Jack is up at 5, as usual. He’s always been a farm boy; getting up with the sun is in his blood.

Most mornings start easy: a trip downstairs while everyone else is still asleep, only birds in the quiet air, making up some coffee, occupying his hands with his next sewing project while the sun rises, getting breakfast going by 6:30, helping the kids rush out the door for school, then settling into the lab for the day. Maddie won’t be up til 7 herself, a later riser than anyone else in the family, mostly from keeping up so late in the lab. Jazz often joins him around 6, as bright eyed and busy tailed as himself in the early mornings. Danny used to be up with him, though he’d yawn about it and Jack’s probably the reason for his coffee addiction, but since highschool started he’s joined Maddie in sleeping in late. Jack misses that quiet companionship, and it would probably be better if he was up to get his homework done early instead of whenever he did it later at night, like Jack used to do. But he’s been a bit off, not used to the new workload and responsibilities just yet. Jack won’t wake him. Let the boy sleep in a bit, he’s earned it.

So when he goes downstairs one morning in May, no one else is around. He doesn’t expect anyone to be. Not even himself; it’s only 4:30. But the neighbor’s cats are making a ruckus outside and while Jack’s not usually one to be woken by such noises, things happen. Might as well make the most of it and get this quilting finished up.

But when he goes into the kitchen, something stays his hand from the light. Good instinct for trouble is part of being raised a ghost hunter, of being raised on a farm so near the border and the forest with it’s wolves and poachers, so when the feeling hits, Jack stays still. Takes in the room.

Empty coffee pot, stove’s off, no mud or ectoplasm on the floor, door’s locked up tight, shield’s down this week due to lack of activity, green light spills out of the basement doorway. The too-dark, pre-dawn light is utterly unfamiliar with that green tinge to it. It bounces off the white tile like a liquid stain rather than refraction from the portal downstairs, which was shut and sealed the last Jack saw of it. Maddie didn’t need it open for anything that he can recall, and she certainly wouldn’t leave it unattended. Jack crosses to the fridge with quick but quiet steps and checks the work calendar. No portal maintenance for another week, nothing active in the lab till Tuesday.

No reason for it to be open now, staining the morning like that.

With an ectogun from the weapons drawer beside the cutlery in his fist, Jack approaches the lab. Creeps down the stair one at a time, the cement eating ice into his socks. The blaster goes around the handrail first, the Jack peeks out into the cavernous room.

The portal is half open, everything is green. A figure stands before the portal, in front of their newest invention, looking over a large piece of paper. The unnatural light sets them in silhouette, makes the scene into a flat paper display in a shadow box. The Fenton Purefyer. The schematics?

Maddie?

His wife was still in bed as expected the last he saw her, but maybe she snuck down while he was in the shower, struck by sudden inspiration. It’s happened, just very rarely. But Jack likes to think that he knows Maddie, knows the shape of her body thrown into stark relief by ectoplasm, and this isn’t her. He’s as sure of that as he was of something being wrong.

He usually overexcites himself to counter the energy drain and terror aura of ghosts, but today. This too dark morning, in his own house, something is wrong.

 He takes the safety off the blaster, creeps down one more stair -

 The figure moves. Jack freezes. Remembers holding a very different gun, watching into the forest with the same baited breath, the same terror-instinct of the supernatural keeping him still, guarding a house of sleeping family. He shakes off the flash of memory, focuses on the present.

 The figure walks away from the Purefyer, sets an empty battery cell back into the charger along the wall. Removes a full one. Does something with it that Jack can’t get at from this angle. Goes back to the schematics. Turns away, towards the main lab. Still away from the stairs, but now Jack can see a bit more clearly.

 It’s hard not to see. With the brightly glowing power cell in his mouth and eyes like stoplights, it’s hard not to see Danny’s face in the gloom. He steps further into the lab, holding the schematics at arms length, probably looking at them - but with eyes like that, Jack can’t tell. He’s in his NASA pajamas. No socks. No hazmat.

 The end of the power cell ticks down a notch, goes dead like the ashes of a cigarette. Drained. Danny frowns around it, the expression overly distinct in the green, and sets the schematics down on the drafting table. Takes up a pencil from the bin and erases a few things, fills them in again with something else. A few changes to the calculations on the side of the page, a line or two in the schematic itself. The cell ticks down again.

 He returns to the machine, not a sound coming from his feet on the floor even though the empty room echoes something fierce on a normal day. A bolted side panel pops off in his hands, and he sets in aside. Reaches in with bare hands and does something that makes the small screen on the front of the machine turn on. He frowns again, face turned dangerously toward the stairs, and does something else that makes a warning error pop up. A red fatality error. Danny sits back on his heels and sighs greatly, luminous eyes closing for a few seconds. The last notch empties out.

 Whatever he’s doing is done: the panel goes back on, the power switch is flipped to turn off the screen, and he lopes back over to the portal side table to return the empty power cell to the charger.

 Jack. Creeps back up the stairs. Puts the blaster on the counter and starts a pot of coffee.

 Waits. Waits.

 The pot crackles and splutters, out of water. Jack blinks at the sudden noise, realizes he’s been staring at the open lab door for at least ten minutes. The portal light is off. No Danny.

 He picks the blaster back up and goes to the doorway. Dark. He flips on the light like nothing’s wrong with today, stares down the stair well, half expecting to be met with a sight he can’t deal with. The empty landing is somehow worse.

 The lab is empty. Portal closed and sealed. Not a hair out of place. The schematics are preliminary for the mock up sitting in the middle of the lab; there were erase marks and rewrites aplenty. Jack can’t tell the difference.

 The charging station is darker than it should be. The cells are refilling, but the highest one is only on the third notch out of five.

 Jack returns to the kitchen. Fixes a cup of coffee. Waits for his family to wake up.

 Can’t shake the sight of green eyes staring into the morning darkness out of his head, even when he’s looking into blue.

#danny phantom #eyes #jack fenton #dannymay2020 #i curse the dp fans with my presence now #:)c #fanfiction

[brytmoon]

i feel like i'm being really annoying about it to ppl so i'm gonna vent here about struggles i have that might be undiagnosed adhd symptoms since i don't have a very big following except for two close friends (sorry y'all)

1. hygiene, such as brushing my teeth in the morning and showering, is hard. it's been hard my whole life but even now, i'll stare at myself in the mirror or scroll through my phone as i try to convince myself to brush my teeth. (this may or may not be related, but i hate going to the dentist, too.) with showering, it's hard to find the time. i always make sure to shower as often as possible (which is every other day, usually) or i make sure i don't smell if i haven't because i'm scared of having b.o. with both, i have to motivate myself to do it with fancy toothpastes and mouthwash or nice-smelling shower gels and lotions. I'm guessing this is executive dysfunction???

2. I've been incredibly disorganized my whole life. i once thought i had adhd when i was younger because of how disorganized i was. I've always had a super messy backpack and a super messy room (it's really messy rn) but i always know where everything is. i had a ds for at least ten years but lost it a couple months ago in the middle of playing it. where did it go???? i have no idea bruh. and i lose my phone all. the. time.

3. i'm terrible with procrastinating. turning in projects and essays at 11:59 after bullshitting it either all day or mere hours before the due date??? a constant. having failing homework grades and having ntis in every class, no matter how much i enjoy it??? a constant. i once did a whole project i hadn't started on until the morning of the due date. i worked on it while in other classes and at lunch and turned it in 3 minutes before the dropbox closed. anything that's not what i enjoy or zaps the fun out of what i enjoy, i procrastinate with. I've sat in front of the computer screen and almost cried so many times because i couldn't get myself to type up a scholarship essay, which OBVIOUSLY would greatly benefit me as a broke college student, but it doesn't matter bc my brain thinks it's boring so why not push it off?? because i procrastinate, i tend to overwhelm myself so much that i break down at least once when an assignment's due because I've formed a terrible habit of pushing myself to overexertion to get a project done that's meant to be done gradually.

4. bouncing off that last point, I'm terrible with time management and remembering events/due dates/assignments to complete. I've tried using schedule apps and alarms. I've tried to plan out my days. I've tried forming routines and habits to get things done at appropriate times and it doesn't work. that schedule app i downloaded and spent so much time filling out? completely forgotten in a week or two. i swipe away the notifications and pay no attention to them. since everything's virtual now, there have been important college information zoom calls, but i forget about them and miss them. i can't remember events, due dates, or assignments if i don't write them down. since i meet every other day or sometimes once a week for a specific class in college, i can easily forget something mentioned earlier that week that's due the next week over the weekend. i have to remember to write in my agenda in order to remember to do something important, which can be stressful and convoluted 🙃🙃 so my bad time management results in further procrastination and missed opportunities, which makes me feel awful about myself late at night when all i can think about is what i should've done better or differently.

5. chores and hobbies are... interesting. when i do get the energy or motivation to clean or draw, i will hyperfocus on them. if i finally feel like cleaning, I'll skip breakfast and/or lunch and won't take care of myself until I'm done. same happens with drawing. and as stupid or funny as it sounds, i find getting up to go pee so annoying!!!! I'm in the middle of doing something i FINALLY want to do and then i have to get up to go use the bathroom. i don't want to break my concentration bc it's an inconvenience. then with hobbies (y'know, things i want to do and enjoy) i procrastinate!! I've been trying to watch atla since everyone loves it and i like it too, but i put off watching it and other shows like crazy. i play instruments and love to do so, but don't practice very often and spend a couple hours doing so when i do because i remember how fun it is. when i do laundry, I'll remember to put the clothes in the washing machine and start it. but then I'll forget to either put them in the dryer, take them out of the dryer, or fold them. i often have to rewash loads because I'll forget they're in there or I'll have a pile of clothes sitting on my bed for days because i procrastinate with folding them and putting them up.

6. i am the most motivated and have the most energy at night. over the summer, I'd stay up until 4 or 5 am on a regular basis. I'd be the most productive during that time but my sleeping schedule would be so off because of it.

7. so people with adhd crave things that produce dopamine, right? well i snack on candy all the time. and i mean it when i say it's ALL THE TIME. my favorite one is red hots because they're crunchy and spicy. eating candy helps me focus and is probably a form of me seeking more stimulation, but it's bad because of my teeth hygiene issues and me hating to go to the dentist. i also can't do tasks quietly. i have to be listening to music or watching a video while working on something and there are times when i want to do both while working??? so now when i watch something or listen to music without working, i tend to need something to do so i scroll through Instagram while having the show on even though it makes me miss what's happening sometimes.

8. i don't really fidget much i don't think?? but i do weird stuff while listening to someone talk. in school, i often doodled on my worksheets and got in trouble for it. I'd draw eyes in the margins, characters I'm fixated on, squiggly lines, and would color in my o's. or while listening to a family member vent, i dance around or listen while scrolling through Instagram. i also have a baaad habit of picking at my skin (dermatillomania). I'd focus on picking scabs for a really long time when i was alone and bored and have scars on my face and legs from doing it. I've picked at my face since i was a kid and absent mindedly do it every day.

9. i can get quite distracted and have to ask for directions to be repeated because i won't hear them?? like my brain won't process what someone said until they say it again when i'm actually fully paying attention. my mom will ask me to run an errand for her and she'll need to repeat it to me because i'll get distracted while she's explaining or i'll forget what she said after walking away. i get off track in conversations a lot and can't really listen well when there's a lot of other noise going on, like in cafeterias. i'll be talking to one friend and hear another interesting conversation down the table and pause while speaking bc my attention shifted. i also can lose my train of thought quite easily when waiting to speak and forget what i was saying and not be able to remember it for the life of me. so I'll interrupt sometimes so i don't forget

10. when talking to friends, i feel like i talk about myself a lot. i like to use my personal experiences to connect with what they said and be empathetic to them, but i worry this comes off as being conceited. i heard that it might be an adhd thing i do to keep myself engaged in the conversation.

i think that's all of them??? I'm so sorry to anyone who has to scroll through all this jgjrjrj but i guess it's good to make note of this stuff in some way because i articulate my feelings better when typing instead of speaking. and this'll be helpful to reference when chatting with a future therapist which i will hopefully get soon! and if anyone sits through this and has any advice, I'm all ears!!

#adhd things #undiagnosed adhd #adhd culture #adhd inattentive

[plaggs-stanky-cheese]

Princess of the Order Chapter 3

I wake up in a room full of darkness and 2 people in white jackets. All I am able to remember is Marinette screaming my name. MARINETTE!!!! I yell and struggle in my binds. My struggles stop short when thousands of needles are thrust into my body. I scream in pain, completely unaware of Talia A-Ghul watching in the shadows with an evil smirk on her face

Marinette's screams ring in my ears as the needles are being thrust into my skin.

" DAMIEN!

DAMIEN! "

"Damian!"

My head snaps up and I stop fiddling with my ring. I see Grayson all up in my face. " What?!" I say pushing Grayson away. " You zoned out baby-bird, we were asking about the bust you did yesterday. Can you identify any of the dealers?" " Yes, I can. It was Smith and Douglas. Now if you excuse me I will be heading to my room." I quickly get up and put my hands in my pockets by habit. Instead of heading up to my room, I headed over to the gym. I quickly hang up a punching bag and start.

Left

Right

Left

Right

Uppercut

Roundhouse kick

Repeat

I closed my eyes and repeated the routine. Flashes of the doctors went through my mind. I hit harder. Soon I notice that the bag has gone limp and unhinge it. I drop it on the floor and grab a new one. Since I had a lot of training with the miraculi I became more physically and mentally stronger. I kept going, each punch getting stronger and stronger.

"Damien look! A flower bud! Do you think that it will bloom in my hand because of the ladybug miraculous?"

" No Damien you silly goose the bunny hoop hops in the tree then comes out the other hole!'

" *giggles* D-Damien s-stop p-put the robes b-back haha"

" DAMIEN NO WATCH OUT!"

Someone taps my shoulder. I immediately turn around and punch them. " Demon spawn...you good?" says Todd, his head leaning to the side successfully dodging the punch. "-TT- I am fine Todd '' I grumble and head over to my water bottle and towel. "okay... Be ready Alfred will be leaving at 7:30" Todd says and leaves.

--

I quickly get ready and hop into the car. As Alfred pulls up to the academy I fiddle around with my ring. I momentarily slip it off and examine the inside of it. I read the carved message

"I love You Dove"

I stare at it for a while until Alfred opens the door for me. I grab my book bag and slip the ring back on. I climb out and head over to the homeroom ignoring everyone.

~

Damien had just finished writing his notes for class when a bright light filled his vision. He didn't flinch nor close his eyes. All he did was stare. He was then greeted by his Queen. He saw Marinette. Her clothing disheveled and ripped and scars all over her. Damien reaches out toward the girl and softly says "Sahib Alsumui, are you okay?" his only response is an ear-bleeding screech and a stab in the stomach

~

Everyone stares at Damien when in the middle of a lesson he gets up and mumbles about going to the washroom. He then walks carefully out the door, confusing everyone. Jon stares at his friend with worry etched on his features

The class finishes and the bell rings as a symbol of the class ending. All the students get up and head over to their last class of the day, Damien still nowhere to be seen. Not one student notices Jon Kent frantically calling Damien on his phone.

~

Damien bursts into the "Haunted " bathroom on the second floor. He grasps his stomach, gasping for air. He has had many of these kinds of...attacks but he never reacted to them much which left the question ringing in his head.

" Why am I affected now?"

But Damien did not let that thought run through his brain, no not yet. He gasped out in pain and scrunched up into himself. He falls to the side of the floor, right before his vision blurs.

~

Jon Kent cared for his friends very much. The sunshine child befriended almost everyone that he met and cared for them deeply. If anything happened to them Jon would never forgive himself, so imagine the fear that coursed throughout the half-Kryptonians veins when he checked almost every bathroom in the school and his Best friend wasn't in any of them. Jon's head was filled to the brim with many dark possibilities of what could have happened to the Wayne ward.

The boy did not have a care for his last class. It was art and he shared it with Damien, like the previous one. Damien could be back at art right now Jon, you're just being paranoid! A voice in his head whispered. Jon considered that idea and was leaning over to keep looking when he realized he had no leads. Jon sighed and made his way towards class, head down.

~

" Again." said the cold voice of Talia Al Ghul, my new 'mother'. I shook my head murmuring pleads, only to be stopped short when I felt the same agonizing pain that only came from having electricity shot through your veins. I knew Talia's plan was to make me feel nothing, and so far it wasn't working. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as my body screamed in pain. I could barely see the outline of Talia when suddenly everything stopped. My ears rang as I was forced out of the chair and escorted to my room. I gingerly step into my bed and look over to my ring. In 3 more days, it would mark the day I had lost my home and the only 2 people that meant anything to me. Marinette and Master Fu. I still hadn't read the message that was engraved inside the ring. My heart fell, heavy with grief and pain. I...I couldn't stay positive much longer. The chances that Marinette and Fu were alive were 10 to none. I didn't know how long I would be able to hold up without them. Life for me was full of pain, I had no reason to live. Suddenly a laugh rang through my ears. I twisted the ring on my finger, tempted to take it off and read the message but I remember the promise I made to Marinette, I knew I would see her again. I knew I would get her permission to see the message.

~

Damien jolted up, gasping for air. He looked around his surroundings not remembering where he was or how he got on the floor. He hastily got up and looked into the washroom mirror. His clothes disheveled and his hair a complete mess. He sighed and washed his hands and splashed his face with cold water. He then tried to flatten his hair and smooth out his clothing. In the end, he hadn't been too successful but it was the best he could do. There weren't any clocks in the washroom so he pulled out his phone. It read 3:30 and Damien let out a string of curses. School had ended almost an hour ago and all after school meetings had already ended. No one was there but himself and the staff. He opened his messages and scrolled through the threads, the string of curses growing longer. The chat had said

circusBOI: Damien? Alfred came home without you and Jon said you left class early saying u had to go to the washroom. U Good? we are worried

Broooooose: Damien? Answer please, we're all getting worried.

Deprived Of Coffee: Damien! Answer no joke rn this ain't funny

Ghost: tf are u demon spawnnnnn this ain't funnyyyyy broose made me get ready to look for uuu (but srsly pls answer im worried) I was chilling aaa

And Hundreds more. Damien raced out of the washroom before stopping at history class to grab his things. Damien did not stop running until he made it to the manor. He had never been more grateful for his training with the miraculous. Panting he rang the doorbell and rested his hands on his knees. A camera came peering out and Alfred's voice rang out. " Wayne Residence, How may I assist you?" " *pant* Hey Alfred, *pant*" " Master Damien!" Alfred said in surprise. The doors immediately opened with Alfred running out to help him. " Where were you, Master Damien? We were all worried sick! The other masters went out to look for you!." Alfred dragged the boy inside and placed him in the nearest chair. The butler disappeared for a moment before returning with water. The butler murmured something about calling up the other masters from the Batcave before leaving Damien alone. Damien placed down his things and hastily drank. A minute or so later Dick burst in everyone else not far behind. A string of " BABYBIRD!" " DEMON SPAWN" "DAMI '' and others rang out as his family and Jon gave him a huge hug all at once. Ignoring the feeling of hugging them back he let his arms go limp around them not bothering to remove them.  

Soon enough they let go and Jon said " Dude, what happened? You literally got up and walked out of class mumbling about going to the washroom!" Everyone switched looks while Damien looked down biting the inside of his cheek. He hadn't thought of an excuse yet. He couldn't tell them that he wasn't actually Bruce's child. "Wait, Damien didn't even ask the teacher? daMIEN MUMBLED?!" Jason yelled out panic lacing his voice. Bruce sat down next to the most recent robin and asked: " Damien what happened?"

~

" Damien, what happened?" I stayed quiet. I could sense Drakes gaze over me. I can feel him analyzing his every move. Drake was the smartest of them all, so I am quite surprised he didn't notice that I'm not bruce's real son. " Were you attacked by a Rogue?" asked Tim. I think that over in my head. It could work as a good excuse but..it's too risky.

"No.." I finally said. I didn't know what to say. " Then what happened baby bird?" said Grayson the most concern I have ever seen etched onto his features. "I...I was actually in the washroom when I felt a prick at the back of my neck and then everything went black. I don't know what happened in the interval I was unconscious" I fibbed. " It must be the League then. No one can sneak up on Damien no matter how hard they tried" stated Bruce murmuring. It made my heart swell in pride happy that my father figure thought so, even if the statement was a lie. I was the best at the order, only second to Marinette. She was the best anyone had ever seen since the order first started and the first ladybug was chosen. Dick nodded at Bruce's statement and said " We'll keep a watch on them" then patted my shoulder and left. Bruce quickly told me to finish my homework before he, Drake, and Todd exit the room leaving me and Jon. Before I could say anything Jon whispered " You really scared me Damien. Don't do that again please" looking up towards me with a pleading look. A look that made me want to tell Jon everything, tell him that I wasn't who he thought I was. All I could bite out was this " I-I can't promise that Jon. I can't." Jon nodded in response and brought out my homework His voice thick with emotion, he said: " Well, wanna get started on this? I'll go get mine!".

~

Robin jumped from rooftop to rooftop occasionally grappling his way to the next building. Nightwing joined him a bit after laughing as Robin went faster in attempts to beat the first robin. Robin was mid grapple when he yelped in pain and fell through the air.

"ROBIN!" yelled out Nightwing before running over to catch him mid-fall.

Into the coms spoke Batman as he asked Nightwing what happened. Nightwing quickly answered panting, as he held Robin in his hands. He quickly checked his brother's pulse before saying in his coms " Agent A ready an IV and bed, QUICK!"

~~~~

yes its a bit shorter then the last chappie but it had to be shart cus yall gonna be getting a surprise soon and I had to work on that hehe

annnyyyywayyy

MERRRY CHRISTMAS

HAPPY NEW YEAR

MAY ALL YALL STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY LOVE YOU GUYSSSS

feliz navidad yall

ADIOS

#damienette #Princess of the Order #marinette #damien

[rainbowsntears]

cold outbreak ( finn x sick!reader )

request

   ↳ finn taking care of you when you’re sick headcanon?

warnings

   ↳ fluff, fluff, maybe bad words oops but jus fluff lol 

note

   ↳ hi i made this an au so finn isn’t famous but is just your boyfriend that goes to your school if that’s okay? also omg how long has it been since i last wrote here? three months? idk oops sorry but enjoy! love u x

it’s cold, it’s awful weather. it’s been like this for some time now and honestly what the frig mother nature

the rain is beautiful, i love rain sm idk bout y’all

but sometimes when it gets toooooo chilly and there’s been a bad cold and fever outbreak around the place, obviously the rainy weather is a lil irritating

especially because...yay! you’ve been cursed with a cold thanks to someone at school

fuck i get colds all the time ugh

but that’s only because i’m vegetarian and don’t take my iron tablets even though i got bad iron deficiency fwefjwehjhe

anyway

so you’ve had to miss out on school this week because you’re sick as a dog and you kinda feel like you’re on your death bed.

the whole day you finished on some homework that was due and napped and watched tv. literally it’s been pretty boring, and you’ve already gone through a box of tissues because jEsus how much mucas does your body actually have lmfao. 

also you’re completely drugged up from the amount of cold and flu tablets you’ve taken.

your mum tried making you drink some of that nasty ass ‘strawberry’ flavoured cough medicine even though it tastes like a burnt chemical that lives within the depths of brutal hell and NOTHING like strawberry. but you cried hard enough that she gave up on trying.

you miss finn because he’s at school and you want to cry. 

but you know what? finn being the best boyfriend, he’ll text you every morning that you’ve been sick this week wishing for you to feel better and that he’ll see you after school.

 which he always does.

finn would knock on the house door and your mum would let him in, giving him good luck to not get sick as he would make his way to your room

and when you would see him after just blowing your nose, omg the biggest smile would grow upon both of your faces

even though finn kinda scrunches his face up because OBVIOUSLY your body thinks it’s the perfect time to give you a nice coughing fit just after choking out a greeting

“geez you don’t look too good” finn would snicker as he’d sit on the edge of your bed and hand you more homework that was assigned to you by your teachers and chocolate he brought from the store before coming over here. even tho chocolate isn’t the best thing to have when you’re sick, you still gladly take it.

you’ll glare at him as you say, “shut the fUCK up” in a hoarse and dry voice

finn would laugh

so while he’s there, finn likes to make you some soup because ugh we love a boyfriend who can cook

and by cook i mean he just makes two-minute noodles but it’s the thought that c o u n t s

you enjoy snapchatting him when he’s making the soup ( cue the gif from above bois )

he just shakes his head and laughs

finn also refills your glass of water and makes sure you take your tablets at the right time, and as much as you banter him for being a second mum to you

you still love it

“anything special happened at school?” you’d ask

and ooooo you sure love the tea finn spills

at this point he’d be cradling you in his arms from behind on your bed

so at least finn isn’t coping your bad sick breath and if you need the box of tissues, he’s able to grab it for you without you moving. 

“well, my science teacher said orgasm instead of organism and-”

you choked hard on your water

“WHAT??!?!!”

finn nodded his head, a small chuckle escaping his throat when he heard you laugh

“yeah, it was so funny! he was embarrassed as shit and basically, the whole class paid him out for it for the rest of the lesson”

SOME GUY IN MY SCIENCE CLASS DID THAT AND I’M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD

you were giggling as much as you could before you started to go into a coughing fit, but it was still funny. and you muttered a small, “oh poor guy!” before kindly asking for the box of tissues.

for the rest of the time that finn was there, you guys cuddled and watched a movie

finn likes to banter about you being sick

so when you cough, he’ll dramatically gasp and choke

“oH GROSS”

you groan

“I’M SICK WHAT DO YOU EXPECT”

also when you have to blow your nose finn just scrunches his face up and sighs heavily

“i buy you chocolate and care for you and thIS IS THE THANKS I GET?”

you were so close to deliberately coughing in his face but all you do is just roll your eyes and nudge his stomach with your elbow.

but it’s all for shits and giggles, and honest to god, finn actually loves taking care of you and making sure you’re okay because that’s how great of a boyfriend he is.

and as much as he wants to because he loves affection, you don’t let him kiss you.

like-

iT’s vV cLiChE wHeN peOpLe kIsS wHiLe tHeIr sIcK

also you guys can wait, and so when you’re better you can kiss all you like! sometimes you gotta be safe than sorry kids!

plus finn acts wayyyyy worse when he’s sick. like it’s as if he’s dead in hell and trying to say his last fucking words to you 

it’s like he’s in some kind of hospital bed and he’s at least 108 years old

it’s ridiculous but funny af

sometimes you’ll fall asleep in his arms because you’re so tired from staying up late being sick and such, and finn admires how quiet you are and not blowing snot everywhere lol

also, he may have kissed your forehead a couple of times because he can’t help himself

you never find out tho

when you fall asleep, that’s more of finn’s cue to leave since he sure knows that you won’t be waking up till two hours later. and the boy has to get home before it goes dark - yes, you two live close to one another.

so when you do wake up after a big phat three-hour nap, you’re in awe with how comfortable you are

lmao i literally had a three-hour nap between 3pm-6pm it was amazing

so that’s when you realise that finn literally tucked you into bed, made sure you slept with two pillows, refilled your water one last time and left you a lil note that wrote:

sorry i had to go, i didn’t want to walk home at night and it looked like you really needed to sleep lol. i really hope you get better though because i miss you at school. love you, baby, see you soon. - finnieeee

you don’t miss the way your heart skips a bit and omg i cry

he’s too precious for this world istg-

but yeah! that’s finn taking care of you when you’re sick

sometimes he’ll bring flowers rather than chocolate, but most of the time it’s the food that he gives you

anyway y’all are cute

finn deserves the world

we love finn

we stan

oKAY SORRY BYE

but then again, if you actually are sick rn, hope you feel better. have honey and lemon if you have a sore throat, rest, don't go to school and drink water!

love you guys sm xxxxxxxx

#finn #finn imagine #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagines #finn wolfhard imagine #stranger things #it imagine #imagine #Headcanon #headcanons #stranger things headcanons #finn wolfhard headcanons #finn wolfhard headcanon #imagines #finn wolfhard gif

[writingsbychlo]

hey! who out of dylan’s characters do u think is the best at looking after you when you’re sick? (i’m sick rn and it sucks ☹️)

PLEASE EXCUSE ERRORS AND SPELLING MISTAKES AND SHIT I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE okay thanks

honestly, I’m gonna have to go ahead and say Stiles. I think he’d be like immediately jumping into overprotective mode. Even cuter if you aren’t together yet.

On Monday, he could tell something was off because you were a little bit sniffly, but you said it was just random congestion and you felt fine. At lunch, he saw you sneakily take two painkillers for a headache you had told Malia you got during maths, but blamed the equations, you weren’t sick.

On Tuesday, he’d watched you park up beside his jeep, not knowing he was still in it. Your parking was haphazard and barely within the lines, and you were rubbing at your temples already, eyes closed as you leaned back in your seat. When you got out, you were clutching s flask of honey tea, which you insisted was just because you were craving it, but he knew better. Nobody craves honey tea, you only drink it when you’re sick.

By Wednesday, he was prepared, and you were not. He’d offered to pick you up that morning, justba friendly gesture because he was ‘going past’ despite living no where near you, and you’d accepted. The minute he saw you step out of your door he knew he was right. Your nose was red and your eyes puffy, a pouted frown on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. Stepping into the jeep, you were immediately presented with a piping hot flask of tea, and two large blue flu tablets. A couple of packets of tissues sat on the dashboard and he had a cute smile on his face as you accepted all of them without argument. He got you ice cream to soothe your throat at lunch, even giving you his portion too, take really make sure you felt better. He spent the day making sure you took two flu pills every our hours, even bringing you home and making you soup, before staying with you until your parents got home.

On Thursday your fever had kicked in, it started late Wednesday night, and you hasn’t slept at all. Bags hung heavily under your eyes, you were hungry but also nauseous, not wanting to eat anything and you were freezing cold and boiling hot all at once. Stiles’ eyes visibly widened when he saw you leave your house, insisting on picking you up again. You were cold once again as he peeled away from the curb, you were shivering in the seat beside him and rubbing at your arms, and he wished now that he’d bothered to get the heating fixed last week when the jeep was in for repairs, making a mental note to do that, but you hadn’t complained once, he was already doing so much for you.

Reaching around in his back seat, he produced a blue hoodie, big even on him so definitely huge on you, and dropped it in your lap with a smile. You played with the material between your fingers, his eyes flicking between the road and you as you picked up the item, his heart skipping. You sighed, is eyebrows furrowing as you did and he wondered if he’d crossed a line. “I’ll be too hot if I wear it all, and too cold if I don’t wear it at all!” the words were practically cried out and he felt like his heart was cracking at the sad little whimpers you were making. You Luther forwards, checking your surroundings out of the window before unstrapping your seatbelt and mumbling a quick ‘fuck it’. Peeling your jacket of your shoulders, you threw it into the backseat, and your top soon followed. Sitting in just your bra in his front seat, Stiles fought everything within himself to keep his eyes on the damn road and not crash you both into something. You pulled the hoodie over your head and immediately let out a happy sigh as the material swamped you. “Oh my god, this is perfect.” Your clothes lay discarded on the leather as you snuggled into his jumper, and he couldn’t help the proud grin he wore at seeing you so content in his clothes.

You were exhausted, you had barely scraped it through first and second period, and third was a complete blur. As you stumbled into coaches classroom, you dropped into your seat beside Stiles, who looked at you pitifully and pulled out your next set of tablets to be taken, watching to make sure you did. As soon as the lights flicked off and the film began, your eyes were finally closing, you couldn’t help it. Shuffling closer to Stiles, he practically jumped in shock when your head landed on his shoulder, your face burying on his neck and you nuzzled into him, your fingers lacing through his hand, the one closest to you and pulling it into your chest, clutching it tightly between both of yours. Your chairs were right up against one another, your body curled into his as sleep finally took you, and Stiles’ heart was beating out of his chest.

You didn’t even wake up when the lights were turned back on, or when coach started asking questions, before his eyes finally landed on Stiles awkwardly taking notes as you clung to him. “Stilinski! Is she ASLEEP in my class?”

“Honestly, coach, she’s really sick and this is the first sleep she’s got in like two days, I think. I’m honestly afraid to see what would happen if you woke her up now.” His face would be priceless, and a look of horror practically flicked across his face when you stirred in your sleep slightly. To everyone’s amusement (and relief) coach left it at that, going back to teaching economics in a moderately quieter voice than anyone was used to. The classroom was empty when you woke up, and Stiles’ fingers were combing through your hair, your cheek still on his shoulder, his other hand still held tightly in yours. “Oh my God, did I fall asleep? What time is it?”

“It’s about ten minutes into lunch break.”

“Why didn’t you wake me? You must be hungry! You had practice today too!” You were so worried for him, your head shooting up from his neck and red on the side you’d been leaning on, and he couldn’t help but hold your cheek in his hand, rubbing over the heated skin with his thumb.

“You were finally asleep, it was worth waiting for. Besides; we’re going to get food on the way home, anyway. You haven’t eaten since I made you soup and you need curly fries. Curly fries make everything better.” He sent you a little wink before standing, and offering you his hand. You fell asleep on him again at lunch, and he held you then too, enjoying this chance to be close with you as the pack watched on with knowing eyes, before taking you home and bringing you curly fries as promised.

On Friday, you emerged from your house wearing the same hoodie as yesterday, the smell of fresh soap powder and your perfume clinging to its fabrics and Stiles thought his heart might actually burst out of his chest with joy. You were tucking into a piece of toast as you left the house and he was happy to see you actually eating now. He didn’t realise your coughing phase had started until he got to school, you were halfway out of the jeep when a violent series of coughs took you, and you braved yourself on the side of the vehicle, clutching at your chest. He was by your side on seconds, eyes wide as he waited for you to stop. He carried your bag and books all day, dropping you off at class even if he was in a different one, before picking you up from said class too, just so you didn’t have to carry anything that might put more strain on your chest.

Your lungs, throat and back were sore. They aches like crazy by lunch and you didn’t want to eat anything. Your mood was at a zero, but when you saw Stiles chatting to Scott, you beelined towards him, mumbling a quick hello to everyone else before curling yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his front, catching him off guard. Lydia was smirking, Kira cooing as your body shook with coughs you were suppressing, a groan leaving your lips when she asked you if you were okay. You didn’t lift your head from Stiles’ chest, simply mumbling how much everything hurt, and that you couldn’t wait for the weekend. A large palm settled on your waist, the other at the top of your back, rubbing gentle circles into your covered skin and a something between a happy sigh and a moan left your lips as he did, soothing the ache there more and more with each second.

Your fingers were bunched up in the material of his flannel, pulling him as close to yourself as you possibly could, relishing in the smell of him and the warmth he gave off. When you finally tore yourself away from him, he offered you hot honey tea he’d had a fight with the lunch lady to be able to make, with two more tablets and a scoop of ice cream. When dropping you home that night, he’d carried everything to your door for you.

“You wanna’ come in? My parents aren’t going to be home until late tonight.” He had so much homework to do, but looking at you standing in your doorway, nervously asking for help and playing with the strings on his hoodie, you rapidly threw any other commitment out of the window. He sent his dad a quick text before making you both some food, and letting you take a shower while he tinkered about with the things in your room, never having been in there before. When you finally emerged in your pyjamas, hair wet, all you wanted was sleep, your muscles aching and sore, but Stiles refused to let you sleep with wet hair as it would only make it worse. So, reluctantly, you say at your dresser and plugged in a hair dryer, brushing through the wet locks. You were surprised, when Stiles picked up the instrument instead, flicking it on and letting the wjat wash over your scalp, fingers easing into your hair and running through them as he dried it for you, and your body slumped forwards in joy at not having to hold it up, the weight too much.

He didn’t complain, he didn’t say anything, just gently drying your hair as you grew sleepier and sleepier, drowsiness of the tablets and the success coming to claim you. You were practically unconscious at your desk, and Stiles had lifted you to your bed, tucking you in tightly, when you refused to let go.

“You need to sleep. You’re to tired.” He pushed some hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to the burning skin of your forehead, and you let your grapes slide down until you wove your fingers with his.

“Please stay. Y’ make me feel b’tter.” He only nodded, swallowing thickly and not actually trusting his choked up self to speak as he sat at top the covers, and you curled into him beneath them. His fingers found your hair, and for a few minutes it was quiet, until you spoke up. “Why y’ lookin’ after me so well?” His finger sun your hair froze, and he shrugged lightly, pressing a kiss to your temple and you seemed to accept the lack of answer, finally drifting into sleep.

When he was sure you were out cold, he untangled himself from your grasp, your face buring into the pillow he’d been leaning on and he placed the packet of pills on the bedside table, fetching a glass of water and writing you a quick note to tell you when to take them. Crouching down, his finger ran along your nose lightly, a soft smile on his lips and he knew you wouldn’t mind because you wouldn’t remember any of this, you were fast asleep. “I take care of you because I’m so head over heels in love with you, that it hurts me to see you like this.” He kisses your cheek, finally leaving a locking the door behind him.

He didn’t see you all weekend, but he text you consistently to make sure you were taking your meds and getting better. You didn’t go to school on Monday or Tuesday either, opting to stay home and get better. Stiles was a jittery mess, he needed to know how you were doing, and not seeing you was killing him.

It was halfway through the day on Wednesday, when he finally saw you. Your free period matched up with when he had lacrosse practice, and he hadn’t expected to see you today.

You looked much better, you were wearing one of his favourite skirts, makeup done and hair styled, surely Lydia’s doing because you were sending him through a fucking loop with how pretty you looked for your return, there wasn’t a trace of sickness on you anymore. Your cheeks had colour again and you were full of life, cheering him on excitedly.

It was a busy practice, one that ran over into lunch break and by the time he was done showering and changing, you were gone with the girls. When he eventually stumbled his way into the canteen, you were chatting away with everyone, full of life and enthusiasm, before your eyes met his.

You stood from the table, meeting him halfway to the lunch queue as he fell into step beside you, a large smile on his face as he looked over you. “You’re better! You look great, and-” You cut him off, your hand cupping his cheek as you rocked up onto your tiptoes, lips pressing to his. He let out a surprised squeak, his hands holding your waist, lips moving together softly, yours confident as his timid, before you pulled away.

“I hear they have curly fries, today.” You teased, dropping back down to stand properly as his eyes finally opened.

“What was that for?” He asked, finally looking at you as his hand slid up, large palms closing over your cheeks as he held your gaze in his, a cheeky smile pulling at your lips.

“Because I’m head over heels in love with you, too. And I appreciate you looking after me.” You confided, and Stiles honestly thought he might cry.

He sniffed, a light laugh leaving his lips as his eyes closed, and he nodded, leaning in until his nose was brushing against yours. “I’ll always look after you.” And with that, his lips sealed over yours again, more confidently this time as he dipped down to you, your hands on his chest, pulling him closer until he was pressed up against you, your smiles causing the kiss to break. “I love you.”

“I know.” You teased, his eyes widening as you broke apart, stepping further up the queue and placing both of your food on his tray, his fingers finding yours and you held onto him tightly. “Did you just use a Star Wars quote against me?”

“You love me for it.” You grinned and he groaned, shoving a curly fry into your mouth and joking pushing your face away from him. “Shush, you.”

“Even if it’s to say ‘I love you’?”

“No, that you’re allowed to say. I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” He confessed, placing a quick peck to your lips before paying for ther food, his hand leaving yours to carry the tray of food for your both.

“I love you.” Your words reached his ear in a quiet whisper just for him, voice full of love and his cheeks heated up at the confession but a smirk pulled at his lips as he turned to you.

“I know.”

#I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY #LMAO #deffo gonna link this to my masterlist #its probs like longer than half my fic tbh #jfc #i love it tho #hope u feel better soon my lovely

[pepprs]

ok quick list of things that suck rn so i can get it out of my system and do some hw okay ready.

i have homework and its yom kippur and it’s my fault bc ive had a whole week to do this assignment and i waited until the last minute. tess pepprs epic fail compilation

i have to wait 2 weeks for counseling instead of 1 bc of a scheduling conflict which is fine but like it’s not but like it is

*talks w my counselor abt how im not gonna do something anymore* *immediately does it as soon as i get home and everyone understandably gets mad at me* well? failed step one

its been 10 days since redacted did a * and i know there’s one in progress or at least there was one on Monday when we talked abt it and i like. want to keep believing that it’s true and to remember the Solemn Pledge™️ but like now im freaked out bc what if something is wrong and i caused it somehow or made it worse bc i didn’t check in abt it or anything today! and im not gonna be on campus tmrrw so there’s nothing i can do but wait in agony ummm hehe 🤡

i have so many things i need to reply to and i wuld like to just hide in a little hole.

im breaking out again but what else is new!!!!!

Cramp’s

#purrs #*torments myself by refreshing drive every 5 minutes instead of doing my hw* ok.

[haroldstans-blog]

a tag my dudes

oi i was @shawnsmercy and @for-my-mind so thank you guys!

rules - answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people.

- what was your last...

1) drink - water

2) phone call - my friend annette

3) text message - asking a friend about the ap human geo homework hehe

4) song you listened to - sHe by zayn

5) time you cried - last night lmao

- have you ever...

6) dated someone twice? - plenty of times

7) kissed someone and regretted it? actually yeah it was pretty bad, we went for different kisses (yikes)

8) been cheated on? - nope

9) lost someone special? - yeah

10) been depressed? only mildly, now all i harbour is frustration and stress oops

11) gotten drunk and thrown up? - i mean i had like a shot and a half of straight vodka and that was my first and only time drinking alcohol and i was slightly buzzed and got a massive headache and my stomach was not handling it well and i did almost throw up but i didn’t! yeah, never again. dark times, dark times.

- fave colours

12) pale yellow/blue

13) iridescent

14) black, grey n white (you can never go wrong with ‘em!)

- in the last year have you...

15) made new friends? - actually yeah i have

16) fallen out of love? - yes ma’am

17) laughed until you cried? - it’s a daily thing

18) found out someone was talking about you? - yeah but it actually wasn’t in a bad way this time which makes me feel real good :)

19) met someone who changed you? - yeah

20) found out who your friends are?-  i mean i’ve been known who my friends are and the new friends i've made haven’t surprised me with anything crazy about them so i guess not

21) kissed someone on your facebook friends list? - oof people still use facebook?

22) how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? - i. don’t. use. that. shit.

23) do you have any pets? - YES AND HE’S A DOG AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART HES SO CURLY AND SOFT AND LOVELY

24) do you want to change your name? - eh, nah

25) what did you do for your last birthday? - we hung out at the pool n ate n shit

26) what time did you wake up today? 7am. thanks school, you fucker

27) what were you doing at midnight last night? - homework oops

28) what is something you can’t wait for? - for these stupid stitches to dissolve, for school to be over, for my summer australia trip, and for the niall horan concert in september

29) what is your favourite animal? - doggos (its basic and i really don’t care)

30) what are you listening to rn? - there for you by troye sivan (my boiiii)

31) have you ever talked to a person named tom? - uh, i think so

32) something that’s getting on your nerves - how much i procrastinate and these fucking stitches

33) most visited website - probably youtube

34) hair colour - dark brown, yes, DARK brown

35) long or short hair? - eh it's kinda short-medium 

36) do you have a crush on someone? - a big fat one

37) what do you like about yourself? - that i can make people laugh or smile or feel good about themselves and i also like my curly hair and ability to do eyebrows (ayeee)

38) want any piercings? - no more for now

39) blood type - oof i’ve never been told what mine is

40) nicknames - mimi, mandy, panda (my mom and brother call me panda just to piss me off lol)

41) relationship status - single but crushing real hard

42) sign - gemini, bitch

43) pronouns - she/her i guess but whatever you want is fine with me tbh

44) fave tv show - probably the vampire diaries or drake and josh or zoey 101

45) tattoos - not of legal age yet but i have 11 tattoo ideas saved on my phone so far so best believe my fast ass will be seated in that parlour chair when i’m 18

46) right or left handed - i’m actually ambidexterous

47) ever had a surgery? - literally had one earlier today

48) piercings - i’ve got the standard ear lobe piercings and a helix in my right ear

49) sport - swimming yUh fuck land sports

50) vacation - aUsTrAlIa (ah that looks so weird)

51) trainers - converse or adidas

- more general

52) eating - my stomach actually just started growling probably because i ate fucking ice cream for dinner and a quick jell-o snack bc of this fucking mouth surgery

53) drinking - i lOve lemonade im a lemonade hoe but i only fuck with that good juicy lemonade not that watered down shit oh and i also really love iced coffee but water’s good too

54) i’m about to watch - my grades plummet and my school year be ruined bc im doing this instead of homework and its 2am and now im freaking out bc i didnt even realise it was 2am friCk

55) waiting for - this shit to heal so i can use my upper lip properly and eat

56) want - harry styles tickets i mean he’s literally coming to a venue about 20 minutes from my house ON MY BIRTHDAY but there are literally no good seats left at a price i can afford and for school to end *deep SIGH*

57) get married - ???

58) career - i’m currently looking into the tech industry and being a software engineer or web developer or lowkey an actress or an internet personality but lord knows what my indecisive gemini ass is gonna wanna be next year

59) hugs or kisses - hugs are more comfortable

60) lips or eyes - the eyes are where it’s at

61) taller or shorter - i’m not sure what this is asking but i’m average height ?? idk but i’m 5′4 and i prefer taller but if your short i still really really love you plus my crush is really short and she’s the cutest thing ever

62) older or younger - i’m just now realising the previous question was about preference which i did answer but i also added some unneccesary detail and now im too lazy to change it but not lazy to type an also unnecessary paragraph anyway i prefer my guys older and my girls can be either i really don’t mind

63) nice arms or stomach - i really don’t care you can have both, one, or neither but none of that really matters if your personality’s shit

64) hookups or relationships - relationships

65) troublemaker or hesitant - i’m kinda both sometimes i’m hesitant and overthink a situation and end up getting myself into trouble anyway it’s stupid and doesn’t make sense but it happens

66) kissed a stranger - heck no

67) drank hard liquor - ye buddy and it wasn’t good

68) turned someone down - yup

69) sex on first date - haha i see what you did there, number 69. but no i’m still a virgin wassup

70) broken someone’s heart - god i hope not but i think i have

71) had your heart broken - that’s its current condition

72) been arrested - nope

73) cried when someone died - i’d be concerned if i didn’t

74) fallen for a friend - it’s the current news

- do you believe in

75) yourself - i don’t know, do i?

76) miracles - i really don’t know, maybe?

77) love at first sight - eh yeah

78) sanata claus - is this some kind of joke

79) angels - harry styles wants me to believe otherwise and i mean when i look at her i definitely see what you mean mr. styles

80) eye colour - brown but i got green contacts to spice it up a bit (they’re prescription though bc i’m blind as fuck)

81) best friends’ name - bianca, kaylyn, allison, and ashadé

82) favourite movie - the outsiders, grease, dunkirk (i mean), everything, everything, and love simon (oh and the 1d this is us movie even though i never saw it but 1d’s in it so it’s automatically good also remember harry in dunkirk?)

83) favourite actor - HARRY STYLES (im biased oops), amandla stenberg, nick robinson, ralph macchio, tom holland, zendaya, ian somerhalder, and katherine langford (i literally just spewed a bunch of names from movies i love oh well)

84) favourite cartoon - tom and jerry bc im real like that, the amazing world of gumball, steven universe, and we bare bears

85) favourite teacher’s name - uh, what

i don’t know 20 people so ima just tag some people off the top of my head, sorry if you were already tagged: @illumilitt @shawnmcuddles @shawnssweatshirt @pattinsonshawn and anyone else who wants to do it :)

#tag #personal #q&a #idk what other tags to add oof

[meditatemoremedicateless]

Dear Kate, (You did WHAT at the Party?)

Fandom: Life is Strange

Pairings: Chasemarsh, Ambermarsh

Major Tags: Fluff, Comedy, Possession, next-level fake dating

Words: 2551

Summary: Kate is a senior at Blackwell Academy trying to live a normal, happy, Christian life, graduate highschool, and write a slew of children’s books. Katie, the amnesiac ghost of Rachel Amber living in her head, is a party girl with a fondness for bitchy girls and men twice her age. This time, Katie macked on a pretty girl she probably shouldn’t have, and now Kate has to deal with the mess.

Dear Kate,

I woke up when you were doing physics homework yesterday at 6:00 or so. It's not due until Monday but I know you hate not having your homework done right away, so I finished it. I didn't read any of your books for Lit but, well, you wouldn't have remembered it if I did. Also, Max wants to borrow your your copy of the October Country, and I said yes, so I hope that's cool. I didn't actually lend it but I said you would, so pretty please? She seems nice and I want her to like me.

There's a party starting at 8:00 (it's actually 8:08 rn but I wanted to make sure I finished the physics homework) that I'm going to. I'll try not to drink too much so you don't have a hangover again. Sorry about last time, again. Have a nice Friday.

X O X O ~ Katie

Edit: Apparently you asked Dana to the party! I'm so proud of you. Dana seems very nice. I haven't asked if you like girls or not so I'll try not to do anything you wouldn't do.

Unlike most days, there was another message after the first.

Dear Kate

hey so i kkind of drank too much don't be mad at me. also i smoked a little but just a little i don't even smell. Drink a glass off water, you'll feel better. also makeup. sorry

The drinking had been kind of immediately apparent thanks to the whole throbbing headache and difficulty focusing. The makeup comment was a little harder to decipher until Kate checked herself out with the mirror next to the door and found that her mascara and lipstick were smeared. Also, obviously, they hadn't been removed before bed. Despite the fact that Kate had repeatedly asked Katie to not wear mascara or to go get them some waterproof mascara (Katie never included it in her notes, but Kate often woke up to find she'd been crying), here it was, a mess on her face again. Of course.

Dear Katie,

Seeing as you knew that the physics homework was due Tuesday, I assume you looked at my planner and saw that I have a test today this afternoon. I know you don't get very often but I wish you would be more considerate of how your actions affect me academically and socially. How was Dana?

Kate stared at the message for a few minutes, struggling to find a way to make it sound less aggressive. It was past 9:00, and chances are she wasn't going to have a chance to take a decent shower, nevermind study for the Music lab test. Maybe she could talk to Max at lunch about it? What if Max had been at the party and seen how she was acting? What if things were weird? Max could get pretty awkward as it is.

Kate sighed, and deleted the message.

Dear Katie,

I'm glad you had a good time last night, and thank you for doing my Physics homework. That was very considerate. Please try to drink water between drinks - these hangovers really suck. If you are awake around noon tomorrow, we have a tea date with Max downtown. I'll give her The October Country today in class.

Also, I've been thinking, if you'd be up to it, I might like to teach you violin. I'm losing a lot of practice time, but I also want you to have your own life and I'm not going to make you if you don't want to learn. I thought I could upload some tutorials onto Youtube or something and you'd have my notes.

How was Dana?

I hope you have a good day,

Kate

It was 9:28. She could eat a granola bar and take a quick shower before English. Hopefully this wasn't going to be another morning of her crouching in the shower waiting for the vertigo to stop as she missed her first class.

Kate decided to take a nap through lunch as her form of studying for the Music final. Her headache had gone away, but she still felt like garbage, even moreso because she hadn't been able to focus at all through AP Lit. However, just as she finally dropped into a blissful power-nap, there was a knock at her door.

She groaned, but Max and Dana were the only people who ever came to talk to her in her room, and they were both pretty soft-spoken and quick to disengage, so this shouldn't be too bad.

"Come in," Kate called, pushing herself upright. Her elbows cracked in her response. She just tried to focus on looking awake.

"Oh, hi Victoria," Kate said.

"Hey," Victoria replied. She just stood in the doorway for a second, then asked, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

What could Victoria possibly want to talk about? Did Katie say something mean to her again?

Kate shrugged slowly. "Yeah I . . . guess. Come in."

Victoria nodded in response, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Kate expected her to just say something real quick and leave - maybe lean back against the doorway all haughty and make some snide remarks about her behavior. But, instead, she walked across the room, pulled out Kate's roller chair, and sat across from Kate. It left them on an even elevation for probably the first time of all conversations they'd ever had - Victoria loved being taller than other girls, it seemed. Or at least she made use of it.

Kate just sat there, too unfamiliar with the situation to even suss out how to start.

Victoria took a quick deep breath, then put on a suspicious face. "Okay. I thought we should talk about the party."

Of course you do. Did I push you in the pool or something?

"Oh . . . okay." Kate paused, then added, "You first?"

Victoria leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Now that was a more familiar Victoria look.

"Fine. Were you fucking with me last night?"

Kate opened her mouth to reply, but Victoria kept going before she could get a word in, "Because I want to let you know: if you post this on social media, or so much as tell it to your friends, I will end you, you got it?"

Victoria was always sarcastic and cutting, but her cold, venomous tone now chilled Kate's body and made her mouth run dry. Katie had gotten her into some deep, deep shit and she hadn't bothered to mention it. Posting something on social media? Had Katie taken pictures of Victoria in some compromising situation? Video-taped her doing drugs? What could she possibly have done to piss Victoria off more than Kate already had?

I can fix this. Victoria just has to tell me what I did and I'll fix it. No questions asked.

Kate put on her best concerned face, which was pretty easy, because she didn't want Victoria to make her death look like an accident one sunny morning on her way to church.

"Yeah, no, totally, I get that. I just, um. What are you talking about? Last night is kind of . . . hazy."

Kate wasn't sure how to guess if she could have plausibly lost memory from how bad her hangover was, but her hangover had certainly felt pretty bad.

Victoria just glared. "Real cute, but you weren't drunk. At least not at first. And, look, I can take it like I dish it, if you were flirting with me to make me uncomfortable, fine, be gross and weird. But you - you crossed a line last night."

Kate's eyes widened with shock and her mouth held just a little bit open. "Oh no," she said. "Did I sexually harass you? That's so rude, I'm-"

"No, no. I mean, yeah, kinda, but what the fuck ever. I mean when you kissed me, asshole." Victoria clearly flinched on the word 'kissed', but Kate was already busy sinking into shame. Well, shame and confusion.

"Oh, god," Kate replied, looking down at the ground. She needed an explanation - fast - that wouldn't get her in even more trouble. "I just . . . I guess I just didn't really think about it. I'm not really myself when I drink, I'm sorry." That much, at least, was true.

Victoria sighed. Clearly, that wasn't good enough for her. She looked down at the ground, too, letting her hands fall down into her lap. "Then why . . .?"

Kate looked up, her heart sinking. What more could there be?

Victoria tried again, "Then why did you say, 'I've been waiting to do that', huh? That sounds at least a little premeditated, don't you think?"

Will Katie ever stop digging ditches that I have to climb out of?

Wait. What if she . . .

"That's because . . . I . . . uh." Kate swallowed.

This is a gamble. If I'm wrong, there will be hell to pay.

I guess this is what you get, having two lives at once, huh? It never works out smoothly, even for the people who can remember what they're doing.

Kate and Victoria's eye contact was too much to keep stalling. She just had to take the risk, or else she could be messing up something important for Katie. Even if she didn't like the idea . . . Katie must be so lonely.

The thought made Kate's eyes glass up, and she reached up to wipe the moisture away. "I . . . like . . . you."

Victoria's expression fell - softer now, but sad. She let her gaze drop again. "Are you a lesbian, Kate?"

"I dunno," Kate replied. The truth, again, was easier.

Victoria nodded to herself, and leaned back in the seat again. She looked off now, towards Kate's mirror instead of her face.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Kate couldn't look at Victoria anymore - she just felt ashamed. She was putting them all in a shitty situation by saying that, even if Katie would have meant it. Even if, somehow, Victoria reciprocated Katie's (hypothetical) feelings, Kate still controlled her body a good 75% of the time. What could they possibly have with her here?

"I get what you're going through, you know," Victoria finally said.

Kate looked up. She was hunched over, rocking in place just a little. "You do?" she asked weakly.

Victoria nodded. "Yeah. It's . . . tough in a place like this. And it's worse if someone you like is mean to you."

"Oh." There was a lot in that, but very little that Kate knew how to respond to. It's not like Victoria had been more open with her than a clam's shell before now.

They sat in silence for a long while - maybe a minute?, it would tough to tell. Kate wanted to sleep. She wanted to be out of this situation. She wanted to talk to Katie.

Finally, Victoria placed her hands on her knees and stood up. She looked at the ground, then at Kate. "Look, no promises, but I'll try and stop being such a bitch to you."

Kate held back a chuckle, finally relaxing a little. Maybe something good could come out of this after all. "Thanks. I'd like that."

Victoria nodded, a grimace briefly on her face, and she walked to the door. As she opened it up and stepped through, however, she paused.

Kate looked after her curiously, and Victoria craned her head around to look back at her.

"And . . . if you need anything," she said. She blinked, hesitating, and added, "Just text me."

She closed the door after herself, and Kate fell back onto her bed.

"Dammit," she whispered to no one but herself.

Kate did not wake up to find a new message until Saturday night, around midnight. She couldn't have missed much time, because she finished her homework around 9:00 and had just started watching Youtube videos. Still, what she found was . . . maybe not what she had hoped.

Dear Kate,

OMG. KATE I'M SO SORRY. I WAS TOTALLY MESSING WITH HER - I JUST THOUGHT SHE'D BE TOO EMBARRASSED TO TELL ANYONE OR TALK TO YOU. MY BAD DUDE, MY BAD. Please let me know how I can make this up to you - I really didn't think this would come back to bite you on the ass. I promise I'll do your laundry for a month, and I'll do homework over the weekends. I know that doesn't really fix your problem but at least I can make your life a little easier.

No, on a not-unrelated note: I'm glad Victoria's going to start leaving you alone. I'll stop being mean to her behind her back and stuff so things won't seem weird. Maybe if you or I go out with someone she won't think you have a crush on her anymore?

Other stuff -

1) I will try harder to not get you hung over.

2) I'd love for you to teach me violin! Maybe we could start at an easier time though, like maybe Thanksgiving break or Christmas?

3) About Dana: Oh no! :( I knew she didn't go to the party but I didn't know she was having a rough time, I just thought she bailed. I'll make her cookies or something. Or, I guess, I can't really cook anything, so I'll steal some extra muffins from the cafeteria I guess.

4) I'm glad tea with Max was nice. And tell her happy birthday for me! I didn't realize I missed it. And just to like, put my cards on the table here, @my comments above about dating someone so Vic wouldn't be so worried about you crushing on her, I'd be willing to hang out with Max more if you like her. You haven't really said.

5a) I'm sorry I'm coming into your life at such a complicated time. I mean, I know it's complicated for me, too, but not so much about sexuality. Luckily, whoever I was just thought people were real hot. Which I guess may not be great for us if we're in an abstinence club.

5b) About that - if I wanna fuck someone what's the protocol? I don't want to fuck up your life but I'm also not abstinent. They didn't really cover this in sex ed. Or I may have just missed that.

5c) I know this is super weird but does your version of Christianity prohibit masturbation? Like I'm going to anyway but is it cool to make jokes about it with the kids in the support circle?

6) I know this may not be helpful but Victoria is very strong and tall and a very soft kisser. I may not have been serious but she might be! We're really cute! Or if there's anyone you like, I'll do my best to help you out and keep your cover. Or my cover. Whichever.

If there's anything more I can do to make up for fucking things up with Vic just let me know. I'm really sorry. Please tell Dana I'm looking out for her and give her a hug for me if you see her, okay? And if anyone hurt her, I'm pretty sure I know how to do violence, so just like, hit me up.

X O X O ~ Katie

Kate sunk her face in her hands to think about how messed up her life had become, and then went back to bed.

#life is strange #fan fiction #kate marsh #rachel amber #victoria chase #ambermarsh #chasemarsh #possession #comedy #fluff #next-level fake dating #ben writes stuff

[goddamnitdazai]

Alright I couldn't see if requests were open or not so sorry if you're not accepting RN just ignore me if you aren't XD So uh I'm really really really in love with the BSD collage AU and I just need more content for it so please may I sin- I mean ask for general headcanons of Chuuya and Akutagawa with their s/o in the Collage AU thank you so much for providing me with more fuel for my trashy fire, thanks ily and your writing xx

This is my favorite AU honestly[Chuuya]•You’re never lacking in the coffee or energy drink department. If you don’thave any at your house Chuuya buys you a case of your favorite and stocks yourfridge full especially around finals season. But, Chuuya knows surviving offenergy drinks is terrible for your health so he spends Sunday’s doing meal prepfor you (and him) so you have snacks and food for the week in case you’re toobusy to cook or go out to dinner with him.• Chuuya spends the majority of his time in your dorm or at your apartment ifyou’re on different schedules.  He napsin your bed or does chores if your place is a bit messy, and sometimes hesurprises you by being absolutely naked under the covers when you get home. Ifyou’re a bit stressed he pulls you to the bed and starts massaging yourshoulders. More often than not if you only came home for a twenty minute breakbetween classes you end up not making it to class, or if you do you look very disheveledthanks to Chuuya and his magic hands.• Attending class is the worst part of this experience to Chuuya and if he canget away with skipping all together without affecting his grade he will. Hewaits for you to get out of class with a fresh cup of coffee and takes you outfor lunch. Depending on how much time you have free Chuuya whisks you away toan impromptu date. A movie, a festival, or a local bar he’s been wanting tocheck out for a while. Chuuya knows studying is important but on these dates hetends to coax you into staying with him a little longer or come back to hisapartment so he can ‘help’—you both know he has zero intentions of helping youstudy.• Games are important to Chuuya, it’s how he got a full ride to school in thefirst place and he invites you to every game. Seeing your face in the crowd beforea game starts helps him focus and helps him fight away any exhaustion or stresshe was feeling beforehand. He always finds you before the game starts for a goodluck kiss that leaves you breathless. He keeps a little soccer ball keychain onhis game bag near the sidelines that you gave him when you first starteddating; he fiddles with it when he’s on the sidelines and getting nervous ifhis team is losing.• When he needs to Chuuya can buckle down and study (he can’t risk losing hisscholarship) so he organizes little study dates somewhere quiet. Chuuya prefersstudying where all his things are and he winds up turning a small space of hisroom into a romantic comfy spot perfect for all night cramming and cuddling. Hemakes room for carry-over stuff of yours on his desk and gets a big comfy chairboth of you can fit on. There’s a mini-fridge with snacks, wine, water bottles,and all of your favorites. [Akutagawa]• Akutagawa takes his grades very seriously and is often buckled down in hisroom or the corner of a library studying. As much as he wants to spend timewith you his schoolwork comes first, but he won’t be upset if you come andsnuggle up to him while he’s reading or outlining a paper. Running his fingersthrough your hair helps relax him when he’s staring too intensely at a PDF fileof his logic lecture. Planting little kisses on his neck helps soothe him, anddistract him, if you’re pushy enough for his attention.• The minute he can afford it Akutagawa is practically running out of his dormroom to an apartment by himself. Of course you’re welcome to live there but notreally, in that awkward grey area because Akutagawa still likes his space, andhe leaves half the closet and a dresser drawer open for you. Unless you’re bothtrying to study for a final or have to whip a paper out of your ass in twohours Akutagawa assumes you’re going to be spending the night with him all thetime.• Akutagawa loves campus in the fall. Tumbling auburn leaves crunching underhis boots, the grey clouds and gusts of wind that make you snuggle up to himwhile he’s walking you to class. Instead of reminding you to bring your owncoat Akutagawa saves one of his older ones for you to wear during the coldermonths. When it starts to snow he brings out the matching scarf for you, andalways wears the one you gave him last year when his other one ripped.• Unless he’s absolutely famished Akutagawa hates eating in the dining hall andwould rather grab something to go from his apartment and eat outside or takeyou to breakfast. Starting off the day with food that doesn’t look or taste terribleis important, but there is a certain hot beverage cart near his old dorm thatAkutagawa has to go to in the mornings or he will be very grumpy. They’re theonly cart on campus that carries the type of tea he prefers. • Sleeping is a foreign concept to Akutagawa, and there are weekends where he’sslamming red bulls down his throat to finish a thesis and a report before Sundaymorning. Letting him ride out his insane homework habits is best because hewill get pissed if you try and interrupt him. But, after he’s finisheddestroying himself for 48 hours he’ll shower, crawl into bed, and snuggle up toyou like a koala with his limbs wrapped tightly around you and promptly passout for the entire day.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya #akutagawa #my headcanons #my hcs chuuya #my hcs akutagawa #headcanons:college au/chuuya #headcanons:college au/akutagawa #nonnie #college au

[joslynleilani]

Skating Fiasco - Jack Avery (part 1)

(Should be studying rn but..f it) (regretting my decision soon)

You had a strange dream the other night. You dreamnt that Zach and Jack were skateboarding in their house backyard pavement. The funny thing was that Jack was teaching Zach on how to use the skateboard and Zach was failing badly, in a good way though since it made you laugh.

You've actually had a liking on the both of them, well more to Jack honestly. He's caught your eye ever since he showed his sassy side and made you laugh the hardest when he starts roasting people back.

Now you're laying in bed, overthinking the dream you had last night. It felt intriguing thinking about it. If only dreams could be recorded and played on a screen for you to see clearly. Now it just seems vague and you're just adding details to the scene instead of letting it play out like how it's supposed to be.

The dream also made you wonder about all these feelings you have building up. Truthfully, you weren't close with guy friends. At least not yet. Being friends with guys always seem awkward to you. Unless your girl friends are around.

Zzzz zzzz

Your phone buzzed. You picked it up to find a notification from no other than Jack himself.

😱😱

You quickly shot up and checked the message. Your vision was actually still a blur. Wait..is this actually a text from him? Its probably homework related. Or maybe its a notif for the group chat.

Nope. Thats a personal chat. 😱

Ok breatheeeeee. Its just another casual chat. Only a 5 second feeling of excitement and you will move on as usual.

After waiting a few minutes before reading the message, cos you don't want to sound desperate and all especially due to the early time (its 9 am), you finally open the chat.

Jack:

Hey

R u free today?

Your breath hitched for a moment, not knowing how to feel. This sounds exactly like those cute romantic asking people out on a date situations. Except this isnt really like that. Oh well. A girl can dream.

You:

Yeah i think so.

Whats up?

Honestly inside you wanted to write longer. Somethin like.."omg yes i am definitely free. Why? R u gonna finally ask me out on a date? Not that u would but that would be amazing"

But your hands beg to differ.

Okay. Gotta stay cool.

He surprisingly replied fast, despite the 5 minute delay it took for you to reply.

Jack:

The gang is planning to hang at the house. You know which one;)

Oh gosh the wink emoji. You could honestly just die rn. What is this world..? Its too early to feel this way😭

You:

Oh suree. Same time as usual?

Jack:

Definitely👍

And that was the end of it.

Small talk.

You dont know if that small talk was enough. It was short but felt amazing. But that was it. It just sounds like two people awkwardly replying to each other in a cold tone. Friendly at first..but then cold.

Maybe you could've tried better in making the texts funner rather than tryna be cool and casual. But that would end up in him raising suspicions that you were flirting with him. (Well that would be his problem right? What if you werent actually interested in him?)

As usual whenever this situation happens, you text your best friend.

You:

he texted😭

😓its sad when you're feeling this way and your friend isn't active yet. So guess you have to wait.

The thing is..you dont want to lose the feeling. And when texting later..feelings start going away😟. Oh well...i mean..you could aways spam.

Nah.

You'll wait.

You decided to take a shower since you were supposed to be at the hangout spot by 12. And you probably need a lot of time to figure out what to wear because of this unscheduled plan. You were actually happy there was something you could do, eventhough you planned to study today. But you can study later.

After the shower, you picked out what to wear. Short pants would be nice on a hot day like this. But...that would seem..i mean..around boys. Yeah you've never felt comfortable. Or you're just not used to it. So u decided to wear leggings. It's easy to walk and run around with anyway. And a plain white shirt for the top. Does that sound too boring..? I mean you could wear a croptop to look cute but...yeah.

You decided whether or not you should use makeup due to your tired looking face. Actually there was that glow. That glow that showed everytime you experienced a shock of joy.

Well now you know the reason behind it.

The glow looked good on you. It made your skin shine, but you know that the glow would not last an hour. So you decided to put on makeup anyways.

Then again...you always felt paranoid when you wore makeup and noone talks to you. Okay maybe a little eyeliner and foundation. And blush. Ok that's it. 😫

When you were almost ready, your best friend finally replied to your text.

Best friend:

What happened????

You tempted whether or not to tell. The feeling was gona already and you didn't feel like saying anything. So you screenshotted the text you had with Jack and sent it.

Best friend:

Oh. Wow.😂👏👏 niceee. I got the message too from the gals.

I'm outside. Lets gooo.

You sighed at her short response. It's all she has ever given. Anyways you're not going to let that get into your head. Instead your mind started thinking what your other friends were gonna wear, especially your best friend. You bet they are wearing clothes that could get the boy's attention..or maybe not.

You sighed. Well...lets just get on with the day.

#whydontwe #jackavery #jackaveryimagines #fanfic