probably not for long but

On November 18th last year, this blog was created and over the past year I’ve had the opportunity to meet a lot of wonderful people. I know a year may not seem like a long time for keeping a muse, especially to those who had their muses for years. But, it’s a big deal to me. Some of the very first people I’ve interacted with are still around and kicking while sadly some have went on their way. But even so I still have to say, thank each and every one of you so much for giving my muse and I a chance

Admittedly, I have a terrible habit of dropping muses like they’re hot and barely making it pass a few months. However, Yu is clearly something special. Never before have I ever felt so dedicated to and had a connection with any of my muses previous and I’m beyond excited to see how my precious noodle grows in the future. Anyways, I’m glad for having met you all and for the chance to write with you talented peeps. And for those I have yet to meet and thread with, I’m looking forward it in the near future. 🌊🐉🍑

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Morning routines in the bathroom aka: sometimes you’ve just gotta tell your bro that he’s pretty  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bonus:

BONUS bonus:

I want cuddling until we both fall asleep

I want sleepy kisses goodnight

I want late night walks

I want watching the sunrise together

I want cuddling with my dog in between us

I want holding your hand at random times because I want to show affection in some way

I want you.

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“I did it for you.”

worship, an epiphany, and hair

anonymous asked:

I have an addiction to Mute!Eddie X Richie AUs so some headcanons? I’d want to ask a fic too but I want to see some of your hcs first

- They first meet when they’re 12 and at the playground

- Richie is playing tag with Bev, Bill, and Stan when he bumps into Eddie

- “shit, sorry, you good? Do you want to play with us?”

- Eddie just blinks at him

- “are you going to answer me or not?”

- Eddie tries to move his mouth but he just cant and he wants to cry

-“Hellooooo??? Wow dude youre a jerk”

- thats when mike storms over and he steps in front of Eddie 

- (hes always been the mother figure yall can fight me)

- Mike explains that he cant speak and richie makes a face 

- “Of course he can speak, everyone speaks”

- Mike then explains what mute is

- Richie feels bad almost immediately

- Richie takes him under his wing 

- “Cmon, lets tag team it and get them all out”

- Eddie giggles and nods 

- fast forward 2 years later and Richie has learned sign language to talk to him

- Eddie finds it endearing and the sweetest thing ever and he just really adores richie

- Richie has a soft spot for Eddie, of course he does

- When they meet Ben their freshman year he immediately picks up on their dynamic (the hand holding, lots of hugs, forehead kisses– Ben thinks its cute)

- When Ben mentions it, Richie goes all red in the face and tries to tell him that he has no idea what he’s talking about

- (he does)

- Richie literally will fight anybody who looks at Eddie the wrong way

- That’s how he’s had his nose broken 3 times that year

- fast forward another two years when richie realizes that he’s in love with Eddie

- He panics, of course, leaving Eddie in the dark, avoiding him

- Eddie bikes over to richie’s house one day after school and angrily pounds on the door

- When Richie opens it, Eddie is pushing him inside

- Richie signs ‘what the fuck’ 

- Eddie signs back, ‘Dont ‘what the fuck’ me, asshole. what’s going on?’

- Richie just shuffles his feet and looks at him, shrugging

‘Richie you cant fucking do this, okay? I’m freaking out, thinking I did something and it really hurts because I..’

“I.. Love you”

- Richie’s head snaps up because this boy just spoke to him?? The first time in 4 years he’s known him?? And the first thing he says is “I love you”??

- Richie feels like he’s going to faint, but he says it back and Eddie just walks over so calmly and softly kisses him and?? 

- Richie is going to be okay

- (he’s not)

- He can’t be more grateful for bumping into him on the playground 

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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