i still dream of chasing you.

— stand straight. walk tall. be brave. last call.— go look ! the open ocean. the locomotion. regrets. tear drops. stone walls. some say a magic moment can keep it going. if we were in a perfect world, i'd make it so you won't get hurt. you'd try and stop me, telling me "don't walk away". turn away, watch it fall. a magic moment can keep it going.

[lilmissginger]

( @reesecandlehead )

Baking with friends was something Ginger had always loved to do! Back home in sugar rush it wasn’t at all unusual to find the girl making a fresh batch of cookies for her to share. She had cut open a bag of chocolate chips and had begun to pour them into the batter. “These are going to tase so gre-” before she could finish she quickly frowned and hit his hand lightly with a wooden spoon. “Get your hands out of my batter.” she scoulded lightly. 

[reesecandlehead]

reese was never the best baker, but he did enjoy trying. even more so with his friends. the batter looked incredible and reese was tempted to try it. the moment ginger shifted her attention, he took the opportunity to swipe some from the bowl. he hesitated and acted too slowly by the time his fingers reached the bowl, she was turned back and pouring chocolate chips into the mix. “alright, alright,” he chuckled, putting both hands up in defense after the hit. “looks  like my stealth mode needs practice, huh?”

[reesecandlehead]

@kitketvschweetz

it was almost 2:00 a.m. by the time reese got home. in the past, he would sneak back in, careful not to wake ket, kai, or the dogs. but tonight was clearly different when he slammed the door and ran towards ket’s room. he was out all night at a sketchy bar which he only got into because it was also technically a restaurant, where he heard talks of a streetrace somewhere inconvenient. reese was inspired. he hadn’t seen much of kitket in a while, and it wasn’t just his fault. the racer couldn't help but think she might be in a funk. there was no way she was ignoring him on purpose. the atmosphere of the place might be just what she needed, and, if need be, he’d take her to watch the race, too. “ket ket ket ket ket !” he banged on her bedroom door. “i know you’re probably asleep, but we gotta talk, man ! a-s-a-p ! ”

[asourpatchkid]

“We weren’t even really ANYTHING, I guess,” Sour Patch murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He was just mumbling to himself at this point. He had to admit he was lonely after the Muttonfudges went back to Sugar Rush. Lemon had packed hastily without an explanation but he knew how Taffyta could get. He tried to focus on his assignment as he sat in the library. But really, he couldn’t.  “I’m still going to miss her… Ha, what does that say about me? Falling so hard so quickly, that’s what I get…”

[reesecandlehead]

“i feel you there, bro,” reese sighed. he hadn’t seen dulce in a while, but he knew it was still different than her leaving altogether. it was easy to tell neither of the boys were getting much work done, so reese shut his book in defeat. “bro, it’s fine... it’s okay to feel. feelings are fleeting, though. that’s why i don’t get attached.” it was a lie, obvious or not. although he would’ve meant it just a few months ago. “hey, patch. how about we have a bro’s night. now that can go one of two ways, my man. we can A.— go out. like, and find you a new person. or, B.— order some take out and watch movies. a sleepover, some might call it. you in?”

[reesecandlehead]

“yeah, but at least you can sing more than 30 seconds of one song,” he teased, casually throwing his arms around his friend in a weird hug after sitting down. 

[reesecandlehead]

“i guess i do,” he laughed, a little embarrassed. “too bad it has to be a secret, though.” reese wished he had done something special for her; she deserved more than just a guy hitting on her. “w-what guy? if you don't, uh, mind me asking...”. was he jealous? perhaps. “and i mean, it can still count if your friends. do you like him?” the boy questioned, wiggling his eyebrows. 

[reesecandlehead]

◐ (Dulce)

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse. // @littledicaramello

the sudden yet not unexpected knock on the front door startled reese. he jumped out of his chair and ran to answer it, but stopped along the way to adjust a few things here and there. he wanted everything to be perfect, although he wasn’t sure why. it was just dulce, after all. they’d been friends forever so a little mess wouldn’t be impolite and two friends having a sleepover wouldn’t be uncomfortable. but again, it was dulce. dulce who, to his shock and delight, he had grown feelings for. and he wanted to impress her with a perfect environment for their sleepover. he had a few snacks already prepared, as well as ingredients for more. he had his finest collection of movies laid out carefully on the floor next to the sleeping bag he would be using, since he wanted her to take the more comfortable option. reese rehearsed exactly what to say before taking a deep breath and a quick look in the mirror and opening the door with a welcoming and warm smile. “hey, you !” he greeted before losing his flow for a second upon seeing how cute she looked. “come in !”

[reesecandlehead]

“thanks, i tried my hardest,” he smiled. “i pulled out all the coolest stuff just for you.” the boy moved to close the door after she entered. “so …how’ve you been? anything cool happen since last time? any new recipes… packages… boys…?”

[asourpatchkid]

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse. ; reese !

( @reesecandlehead )

“thanks for coming over, bro,” sour patch said as he carried a mountain of junk food over to the pillow fort in the middle of the apartment. “i needed to see the bro of my life because i need your advice. and what better way to do that than with junk food and mario party??”

[reesecandlehead]

“seems like a fair trade, considering i need your snacks and video games cause theyre way better than mine,” he chuckled lightheartedly. “so which comes first?”

[hvschweetz]

sitting under a tree, quite secluded from the main part of the campus grounds, hershey was opening and closing a singing birthday card. “video killed the – video killed – video killed the radio –” and the now twenty-one year old was frowning, hiding it behind the card. next to him, his phone buzzed ( MOM calling ) and he ignored it.

[reesecandlehead]

reese approached his friend from behind, softly whistling the tune of the song. “mine doesn’t sing, but, uh,” he sat down next to him, extending a smaller, flatter card towards him, “happy birthday ?”

[reesecandlehead]

           “alright, real talk,” reese said before taking a drink from his cup and setting it down. “if the date on the milk says april 3nd and you’re trying to buy it on the 2st …is it even safe to buy it or should i start shopping somewhere that doesn’t want to sell me bad milk?”

[llamanpi-princess-blog]

Mora looked at the boy with furrowed eyebrows before shaking her head. “I would suggest buying it somewhere else. It’ll go bad the next day and all but thats just… why would that even happen?”

[reesecandlehead]

reese shrugged. “i’ll take your suggestion into consideration. i didn't know where else to shop at the time so i got soy milk. not the same.”

[kitketvschweetz]

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together. ; reese

( @reesecandlehead )

kitket hiccuped and glitched as she paced the few feet of the elevator. “reesy! ressy!” she practically cried, “we’re stuck! reeses pieces, we’re stuck! i don’t wanna die in here!” she shrieked, dropping to the floor and wrapping her arms tightly around her friend’s leg. “reesy, my birthday is in two weeks! i can’t die in here now!”

[reesecandlehead]

“ket ket ket ket ket,” he sighed. “calm down we won’t die in here, okay ? i promise.” reese patted the girl’s head as she clung to his legs, “we’ll be out of here in no time. isn’t there like, an emergency button or phone ? or escape hatch like in the movies ?”

[milliicent]

[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication. ; reese

( @reesecandlehead )

milly sniffled a bit as she approached the door to reese’s home. it’d been at least a month since they’d last talked, and she was more than a bit nervous to see him again. it was still reese, yes, but it’d been a long while since the two last spoke — and much had happen in that while. lifting her hand, she knocked gently on the door before taking a small step back and waiting for it to open.

[reesecandlehead]

“my dude, it’s about damn time you showed up ! two minutes more and it would've been fr--” he stopped upon realizing the girl in front of him was not who he expected. “you’re not the pizza guy,” reese spoke, a hint of disappointment shining through. “but, hey, come on in. it’s gonna be free soon so you might as well stay and eat, right, millllaaaayyy ??” 

[reesecandlehead]

the boy admired her as she began the baking process, entranced by how naturally it came to her and how happy she seemed. her question snapped him out of his thoughts. “hmm? oh, yeah,” reese chuckled lightly. “funny that you mention it, really. i got some mystery cupcakes and i was watching scary movies the day before so part of me was uber paranoid and thought someone was trying to poison me or something. but nah, they weren’t poison. they were delicious,” he smiled at the memory. “how about you? i’m sure you had like, a billion gifts, right?” reese wanted the answer to be no, not a billion. he didn’t want to feel inferior,  although he knew he was since he hadn’t sent anything due to over contemplation which led to a missed opportunity. however, he also didn’t want her to say she got nothing. she deserved better. 

[reesecandlehead]

☢ (Ginger)

[ ☢ ] the car broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost. // @lilmissginger

“home girl, what did you do?” he shook his head at the broken down car. “hey at least we have our phones, yeah? we can like catch an uber or something. wait.. shoot, does uber even come over here?”

[reesecandlehead]

☻ (sabrina!)

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party. // @sabricxndy

reese groaned, stretching after waking up. something in the air felt off, but he couldn’t place it. not until the boy made his way into his closet to change clothes, that it. sleepily reaching for his favourite hoodie, he came into contact with something much warmer and fleshier. he looked again and jumped back when he realized it was a girl. the one from the party he slowly began to recall. “hey !” he shouted in attempt to wake her up. “i can’t remember your name, if you even told me… but you’re gonna leave soon right?” reese asked, pulling the jacket over his head. “i didn’t approve this as a permanent living situation.”

[reesecandlehead]

◐ (Dulce)

[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse. // @littledicaramello

the sudden yet not unexpected knock on the front door startled reese. he jumped out of his chair and ran to answer it, but stopped along the way to adjust a few things here and there. he wanted everything to be perfect, although he wasn’t sure why. it was just dulce, after all. they’d been friends forever so a little mess wouldn’t be impolite and two friends having a sleepover wouldn’t be uncomfortable. but again, it was dulce. dulce who, to his shock and delight, he had grown feelings for. and he wanted to impress her with a perfect environment for their sleepover. he had a few snacks already prepared, as well as ingredients for more. he had his finest collection of movies laid out carefully on the floor next to the sleeping bag he would be using, since he wanted her to take the more comfortable option. reese rehearsed exactly what to say before taking a deep breath and a quick look in the mirror and opening the door with a welcoming and warm smile. “hey, you !” he greeted before losing his flow for a second upon seeing how cute she looked. “come in !”

[reesecandlehead]

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together. ( karp!! )

@magikaaarp

“no no no no no fuuuu–” reese groaned as the metal contraption finally slowed to a halt, a loud screech sounding through the air to match. he sighed before turning to the other person in the elevator. “you don’t know a secret way out or anything, do you?”

[reesecandlehead]

           “alright, real talk,” reese said before taking a drink from his cup and setting it down. “if the date on the milk says april 3nd and you’re trying to buy it on the 2st …is it even safe to buy it or should i start shopping somewhere that doesn’t want to sell me bad milk?”