#I was drawing and thought 'What if the book he's reading is a photo album?'

[sunwayholm]

He just misses his husband T-T

[akxmee]

𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦, 𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗨𝗣. //𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎.

choso x stalker!reader

She was obsessed with her cute neighbour, so she always made excuses to enter his house. He knew it, and still let her in.

14k words.

Tw: creepy things stalkers do, mentions of locking people in, obsession. There's no +18 scenes, only a few heated kisses.

'Choso Kamo.'

That's the name of one of your computer's documents. It was the last among the rest of the files, locked with a password and completely secured.

Why, you may ask?

Well, let's put it like this. Everyone has a favorite thing, don't they? Kids have a favorite ice cream flavour, teenagers have a favorite TV show they always watch no matter what, adults have their favorite company to make deals with... Well, you had a favorite too. It was Choso Kamo, your adorable neighbour who moved in next to your house not so long ago.

He was your favorite person, your favorite hobby.

Collecting photos of him was something creepy and you felt bad for it at first, but he looked so cute playing with his cats in them that you started to enjoy having little albums in your carpet about him. You even dedicated a whole schedule to the man; writing down when he worked out, whenever he ate, when he started drawing as he usually did thrice a week..he was just so perfect, so made for you.

Yeah. If god exists, he made Choso just for you.

Fate has intertwined you two the moment he became your neighbour, you were so sure of that. Not only was he totally your type, you guys had a lot in common!

You two liked cats, you liked the same bands, you both liked the same food, enjoyed the same shows, read the same genres when it came to books..you even started to like crafting too when you first saw him working on something at his garden! Yes, the look on his eyes as he sawed the wood, the sweat on his forehead falling as he drove the screws and the exhausted breaths he left as he carried those heavy pieces into his house drove you head over heels, so now you like crafting too! Not because of the hobby itself, but because choso looked so good doing it that you may aswell like the days he crafts something.

Besides, it was tha reason you were working right now. A lemonade with a refreshing effect, that's what you were making for your hardworking neighbour. You added the perfect amount of ice that you knew he loved, pouring the liquid in a cute vase and heading to his home to pay him another visit.

Yeah, another visit.

You visited his house frequently, always having a excuse to do so. And somehow, he was kind enough to always let you enter! Now you both were in "friendly neighbour terms", but you wished to get even closer. Because you could pat his shoulder, but you wanted to hold his hand and because you could talk to him, but you craved to kiss him. Everything you desired was proximity, closeness, being able to call him withouth making any dumb excuse.

But that was something that required patience and insistence, just how you were being right now.

—Y/N? Is something the matter?

Ah, that sound got you out of your trance. You looked up, finding choso who just opened the door. He looked so damn good, and you melted just by the way his tired eyes focused on your figure.

—Not really. I could hear the saw from my house, so..

He scratched the back of his neck, giving you an apologetic smile.

—I figured you did, sorry. I'm crafting some furniture for my house.

You shook your head.

—No, no! It's okay, I understand. I knocked just to give you this, you looked...—Your eyes analyzed him, fighting the urge to drop any compliment. —..exhausted, and i thought you would enjoy this.

The black haired man looked at your hands only to see you offering him the vase of lemonade. He raised his eyebrows, his lips curved in what almost seemed like a cute smile for a second. He grabbed the vase you gave him.

—That's so thoughtful of you, thanks.

He smiled, you nodded.

—Want to come in so i can give you a drink in return?

That's what you were waiting for.

Choso was always so kind, letting you enter his house for food or games whenever you did something for him. That's his way of payment, since you knew he had issues with money and couldn't afford to pay you whenever you helped him change his lights, shelves or doors (he never asked for your help, however you somehow casually just happened to pass by whenever he was struggling with something like that). You always reassured him that it was fine, but he still insisted on having you over for dinner or lunch.

You smiled.

—Yeah, that would be nice.

He let you in, and you sat on his sofá while he brought something for you to drink. Minutes later he came, sat down next to you and gave you a cup of tea.

—Not as refreshing as the lemonade, but I promise it's good.

He handed it to you and you thanked him as a result. You gave it a sip and a surprised expression appeared on your face. He noticed that and asked:

—Is something wrong with the tea?

You instantly shook your head, resting the cup on your lap.

—Nothing at all! It's just, this is my favorite tea.

—It is? It's my favorite tea too.

He laughed at your reaction, as you smiled sweetly at him. To him, you were a cute girl he had for a neighbour that he could rely on when he needed help with his home or ask for help when it came to baking something for his little brother whenever he would visit and also a great companion he liked to have around since you were sweet and fun, but that's just his impression of you. He didn't know you were as awful as he was when it came to baking but mastered it just for him, he didn't know you found boring changing lightbulbs and only found fun the time spent with him and neither was he aware of the fact that you weren't giggling because you thought he was funny, but because you were so excited about having another thing in common with him.

The evening went great, you both laughed and updated eachother with gossip from your neighbourhood. You were making progress day by day, and you could feel It by the way he seemed more and more casual as the visits kept happening. He was growing more comfortable with you, and you were loving it! Choso talked to you about his brother Yuji, about how life working as an artist was and even showed you some photos —which you already saw, but now that he was the one showing them to you they looked even prettier—, he also asked about how to make Apple pies and more.

But that's not one of the main of reasons you came here for.

—Hey, Choso?

He hummed, taking a sip of his lemonade.

—Could I use the bathroom?

He looked at you, then pointed at the hall.

—The last door, the one on the right wall.

You already knew that, but thanked him anyways and went on your way there. You counted the Doors: one, two..then the third one. That's the one you're looking for.

Not because it was the bathroom, no.

Because it was his bedroom.

You entered the room, checking every corner you never saw through the window. He had a small computer on the desk, a few clothes on the floor, school items scattered all over the sheets of the bed such as a few pencils, notes, papers and more to be seen. Looking at the walls, you found several posters and pictures he made along with photos of him and his family: most of them were with yuji, his little brother, at places like a lake, his first day of kindergarten, at a sleepover...you found yourself smiling because of that, he was just so perfect. You had to capture this place, the place that held the most of his personality out of this home. Just a picture, only to visualize what kind of things he likes or what kind of furniture he's more fond of. You just needed a picture, something to have as a reference to analyze him, and it was as simple as clicking a single button of the mini polaroid you carried in your purse. However, as your hand reached for your purse to grab it...

—I think you're at the wrong bathroom, aren't you?

You froze.

Right behind you was Choso, the owner of the voice, leaning on the frame of the door while looking at you waiting for an answer. You weren't even facing him and you could already feel the grin on his face while he talked to you. Did he find out? Did he know the reason you entered his room? A lot of questions ran through your mind in a span of seconds. You tried to keep calm telling yourself things such as "no, how could he ever know? He wouldn't have let me in if he did" or "it's imposible for him to know I had a camera, since I didn't even get to grab it" and eventually, you had the courage to turn around to make visual contact with him and make up a lie.

—I'm sorry, got distracted in the way.

He kept quiet, letting you continue talking since he was not satisfied with your answer. You turn your gaze to the walls of the room, finding a lot of artpieces he made. You looked at him again, pointing at them with your eyes to let him know what you were going to refer to.

—I just wanted to see them up close. You showed me through photos, but i never thought they would be so...detailed. It's truly beautiful.

He seemed to be taken back by your answer.

—You think so?

—I really do. You're a great artist, Choso.

The black haired male looked like he bought your excuse. He looked actually touched by your lie and you obviously knew why; that's why you chose to lie with it in the first place. Choso was never validated as an artist, being always told that he could do so much better if he studied something like economy or science. Nobody really complimented his art withouth mentioning how it, as good as it is, should be kept as a hobby instead of dedicating his whole life to it because it just wouldn't really make a lot of money. He knew that, but still chose that life ignoring people's words. However, sometimes it was imposible to ignore it and he somehow became insecure when people gave his art compliments, since he didn't really know if they meant them or if they think the same as the rest.

And that's exactly what you knew that he was thinking right now.

—You're not going to say anything else?

He expected you to throw your advice now. He was expecting you to say something among the lines of "it's beautiful, but I personally wouldn't dedicate my whole career to it", waiting for something hurtful like it always happens. He waited and waited, and you finally talked.

—Yeah, I do.

He mentally sighed. Oh, he was a fool for believing that you could be different just because you were his friend. Choso ran a hand through his hair, messing up his bangs a little.

However, you proved him wrong.

—Since you draw so good, could you teach me one day? I really need it for this project at school, so i thought that maybe you...

You kept talking, but he stopped hearing whatever you were saying. Choso's expression suddenly stiffened, he gulped and his jaw tensed as you kept going on something he lost a few seconds ago. His eyes lit up with a complete different light, and he took a few steps towards you.

Noticing his silence and the way he walked to you, you grew worried. You did know that this was a sensible topic for him and already planned how his reaction would be, but this was not what you expected as he looked so intimidating while he slowly made his way towards you.

—I'm sorry, did I talk too much? Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, you don't have to actually say yes.

He grabbed you by the shoulders with such force you did not expect from him. Fuck, you messed up didn't you?

By the way he was looking at you, yes the hell you did.

That's the least you ever wanted, honestly. Choso hating you for touching some personal topic was the worst thing that could happen to you. You just complimented him, so why? He was frowing, his muscles tense, his body language indicated that he was nervous and his expression showed he was deep in thought. You wondered how did you even manage to get him like that, to get him to shift his personality like that. One minute he was touched by your words, now he was looking at you like you were something new to his eyes.

And you were, he just wasn't showing it how he should've.

Why? Because he never received this type of trait from someone. Something as simple as that, he never experienced it even though he craved for it for so long.

—What are you doing?

He asks you, his tone demanding for an answer.

—What?

You answer, and there's seconds of plain silence until he talks again.

—To me.

That tone.

That soft tone and cracked voice as he whispered with such tenderness, urging you for an answer desperately.

Now you understood, looking up at him and figuring out his expression. His grip on you was not because he was angry, but because he didn't want you to run away from his question. His frown was not because he was angry at you, but because he was trying to figure himself out. His shaky hands and body language was not screaming at you to stop talking, but to keep doing so.

You finally broke him down.

It took you months worth of visits, weeks and weeks of effort to make this man finally see in you what you see in him. You relaxed.

—You finally see it, don't you?

Your hand traced his jawline softly, watching him close his eyes as he leans into your touch like a puppy. This was all you ever wished, to have him like this. If you knew it only took a few compliments, some deep talks about life the nights after you help him fix his garden and making him some food from time to time to make him finally look at you like this, you would have done it sooner. But once again patience is key, so you don't complain now that he opens his eyes and adverts his gaze towards you in such a delicate way.

—I do.

You grin.

—That's good.. that's good. How about you and I, having dinner at a restaurant tonight? Let's get to know eachother.

He hesitates at first but then nods, according to your words.

—Sounds like a good plan.

You already know everything about him, but the idea of having a date seemed so casual and so cute you couldn't help but cheer internally. How would it be? Would he dress and look handsome for tonight? Would you two share your first kiss then? Would he lend you his jacked if it's cold? God, you were so excited! He was just the perfect man, choso had everything you ever wanted and that's all that mattered. It's okay if it rains, choso will cover you from the water. Doesn't matter if your heels tire you, choso will carry you home. It's also okay if you don't like the food at the restaurant, choso will surely share his with you. He actually will, because you know everything about him when it comes to a relationship too. It only took creating a fake account and pretending to be some random girl to ask his exes how he was in a relationship. You had to be informed of what you would be getting into, of course!

They all agreed that the man in front of you was a true romantic, detail-oriented and above all very observant of his partner. Aside from that, the complaints that caused them to break up were each one different from the other. However, when it came to complaints or the reason they broke up, each was different so you didn't have anything to base yourself on.

But oh, you were rushing things again weren't you? You two didn't even have a first date, and you were already thinking about how you would be as a couple! You'll see when the time comes.

—Then, I'll leave and you come pick me up at 9. I'll look pretty for you, so look handsome for me.

He looked at you with certain surprise.

—You'll leave?

—Well, yes. You don't want me to look like this at the date, no?

You signaled to yourself, making him look at your simple dress and face with a casual makeup. You wished to look pretty and have an elaborated makeup to your date, and he seemed to catch up. Choso shook his head.

—That's what I thought. I'll see you at nine, then?

—Yeah.

Yet, his grip on your shoulders didn't cease. You gave him a few seconds to let you go, but he didn't.

—Choso?

He looked to the side, and a slight blush could be seen on his cheeks.

—I'm sorry, you don't have to do it if you're uncomfortable but..can I at least get a goodbye?

Oh, oh.

You were speechless for a second, did he just ask for you to kiss him that politely? Then you chuckled, making him look at you with an embarrassed expression. His grip on you disappeared, and he covered half of his face with his hand for you not to see the shame in his face.

—Nevermind, i'm taking things too far. I'll see you at nine.

He didn't even have the chance to run away from the situation when you grabbed the collar of his sweater and gently pulled on it to get him closer, giving him a little peck on the lips. Choso was the one to quickly pull away in surprise, but soon he realized what just happened and leaned back again for another one since he wasn't satisfied with that little taste. He grabbed cupped your cheek with one hand while his lips collided with yours in a way that you weren't even upset your first kiss isn't at the date. The feeling was almost as if they were giving you something that you have been longing for for a long time, something that you have only had the pleasure of imagining becomes a reality.

Then you pulled away, in need of air.

—That's enough for a goodbye, isn't it?

He looked at you in silence, panting as he catched his breath. Soon after, his lips were on yours again with more intensity than before, dancing a tango of emotions where the music increased with each gasp of air. Eventually his hand found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and his tongue explored your mouth with a lot of ease. He seemed to have a lot of experience, while you were left trying to catch up on his rythm.

—Not enough. Five more minutes and you go, please.

He pleaded when you separated before kissing you again. You didn't even have time to say yes, but the way you reciprocated the kiss told him more than enough. Soon enough his other hand found your waist and guided you out of the room, through the hall. His bedroom had this huge window —which you were really thankful for, by the way. It always gave you such a good view of him when you were looking at him through your window—, and he didn't want anyone looking at you two since it was an easy thing to do, so he guided you through the hall to another room between heated kisses with your fingers tangled in his hair. You ended up with your back against the wall while Choso took some keys out of his pocket, opening the door while leaving a trail of light kisses on your neck.

It wasn't strange for him to have a key to a room, since it was a normal thing for people in your neighbourhood to do so since burglasses were quite common so they kept valuable things safe in a room. You guessed he was taking you there since it was a more private area, but you found yourself with a room. Not enough time was left for you when you were thrown on a bed, having choso on top of you while pinning one of your wrists above you. You looked at him, who stared back at you intensely.

—Choso, five minutes already passed..

The man looked at you for a few seconds more, like he was admiring you. He looked absolutely breathtaking, His hair was messy, his eyes half open, his breathing altered, and his lips stained with the lipstick you were wearing. You dreamed so many times of this moment, yet you also wished for the date to happen so you couldn't entertain this more.

—I'm sorry, I just can't help It.

He kisses you once again. A soft tender kiss is left in your lips.

—Now that I have you, i can't let you go.

Once again. This kiss seemed to have more emotion than the rest, and it felt like he was devouring you.

—I can't let you go.

And again. Now, the kiss feels desperate and feral, he was kissing you again and again as if he was an animal.

—I can't. You can't go.

You were getting worried about what he was saying, but when you tried to get your wrist out of his hand a metalic sound was heard. You pulled.

CLANK.

You tried to pull again.

CLANK.

—Choso?

You asked, confused.

His hands left your wrist, and then you saw.

You were chained up to the bed.

He got up from the bed, and you tried to do too. However, you failed and almost fell off the bed due to the force of the pull that the metal gave you in reaction to your quick attempt of getting on your feet. He stopped you from falling, sitting you on the bed once again.

—Shh.. it's okay, don't freak out.

—What do you mean don't freak out? Is this some time of kinky roleplay?!

You tried to pull on the chain with your free hand, but it was no use. He scratched the back of his neck nervous, making a face of disappointment.

—Yeah, I figured you wouldn't like this place at first but don't worry, you'll like it eventually. It's pretty, isn't it? Look.

He grabbed your face and forced you to look around, and you found the least thing you could ever expect from this man. How could you not notice this when you entered? There were pictures of you all over the walls, a map of the city and different dots connected on a cardboard. A lot of your pictures were also on a desk, alongside with little hearts drawn of them. There was a part of one of the walls that was completely covered in drawings of your face in different angles, of your body and you doing some of your hobbies. Anyone that looked at it would easily think you were his muse. A computer was opened on the desk that had different recordings of the outsides of your house, and you were sure all of those pendrives scattered near were just about the same thing.

—It looks creepy now, but I'll eventually clean it. You know, you weren't supposed to come here today..—He, still grabbing your face, made you look at him by raising your chin with the intention that you maintain eye contact with him.—I was still making cute furniture for you to enjoy this place..but then i saw it. I saw what you tried to do.

His free hand reached his pocket, taking out your mini polaroid that was supposed to be in your purse. When did he take it? Fuck, it probably was while you two were kissing.

—I saw that you, deep inside, were just as sick as I am. And i couldn't resist it.

Your jaw tensed, but you still talked.

—Why?

He grinned, and his voice came out in a whisper.

—Because i have been waiting for so, so long.

He smiled at your innocence. Did you really think you were being sly with that dirty, little secret of yours? No, Choso had his eye on you for longer than you did. He saw you at work once, then he grew obsessed with you even if you never noticed him. Seeing you at work was not enough, so he eventually bought a House next to yours as if fate wanted him to get closer to you, and noted how to catch your attention. He changed his whole personality into some shy, cute and fun but still serious with black cat aesthetic boy just because he knew it was your type, and even went as far as creating profiles on social media acting like his exs whenever you, with another account he managed to find, asked about how he was in a relationship. That account was simply "asking for a friend", but he knew better than that. He lied to you, telling you just what you wanted to hear about a perfect boy in a relationship and stupid reasons of the breakup each different from another so you wouldn't think he had any specific red flag.

God, you were so adorable that he could lock you up forever.

Except for the fact that he already was.

—No, you're another whole level of sick. You were so normal, we had a lot of things in common..

—But we do! Y/N, look at me.—he brushed a strand of hair off your face, smiling softly.—We have things in common. We're both so in love with eachother, it's okay..

—No, Choso. You were meant for me..

His smile faded.

—I still am.

—No you're not. You were fake.

You were conflicted. You were sick in the head, but he was just another whole level. While you were happy with having him by your side, keeping photos of him and observing the man, he was locking you in. You had absolutely no right to complain, because you were just a little bit less bad than he was even though you were still guilty.

You tried to fool him, and you ended up being fooled.

—You're in denial, Y/N. Everything I am now I will forever be if you like it, I built myself just for you!

He was growing more demanding by minute, his grip on your face increased and you couldn't open your mouth to reply.

—You liked cats, I like cats too. You like some bands? well guess what, i like them too! You like that damn tea?! I like it too even though it tastes like shit!

He kept screaming, trying to reason with you.

You bit your lip and slipped out of his grasp. He seemed upset at that, but eventually decided to let you be.

You were still too in shock to understand what he did for you, weren't you?

—Fine, do whatever you want..—He moved away from you, leaving you there still chained to the bed. —It's not like you'll be going anywhere soon.

He scoffed, and you felt such a rush of emotions going on at the same time. Every feeling that you may have accumulated towards him during all these months disappeared from your heart as if they were pieces of a puzzle. Each moment you grew excited because you were just about to visit him, each photo you took of him and hung on the wall while you daydreamed of the day you could take one together with him, each moment you replayed in your head every conversation with him again and again before going to sleep...it all vanished. The love you felt slowly turned into a darker feeling that extinguished it until it turned into a kind of repulsion, disgust. You knew that the day will come when you your karma will come for you for having gotten into such dangerous terrain, but you didn't expect it to be this way.

Specially for it to be this man.

The man you idealized so much, the man you thought to be so perfect.

The man you claimed to have so many things in common with.

Well, now you knew for sure.

You did have a lot in common with Choso Kamo.

Author's note: not my favorite fanfic, honestly. It's not edited since it's 2am and i don't wanna re-read, so tell me if you find any mistakes! By the way, new chapter of "dogs and Cats café" will be out next week when i'm finally done with my final exams.

Hope you liked this, I'll be reading your comments 💕

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating David bowie:

Pairing: David bowie x gn!reader

Request: hey! if reqs are open, could you please do a general david bowie (late 60s early 70s) headcannons? nothing specific, anything you want to write! ♡

Warnings:

Notes: Thank you for the ask!!!! My requests are open so pop one in if you have the time! Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome and appreciated!<3 also i relize that a lot of my moodboard pics are from later years oops

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Ok let's get one thing straight, David bowie is like top 3 boyfriends to ever exist. I mean just look at him and Iman

But enough about iman this is about you 🤭🤩

Like considering the money and power he has you'd definitely be able to have some super cool abnormal dates

He'd rent out a theme park for the night, and tell you to invite all your friends

You'd go on as many roller coasters as you could and didn't have to wait in a single line

He'd play some stupid game and win you the biggest teddy bear ever

In return you'd win him a matching bear and name the two stuffies after you guys.

You'd also go to the coolest places in whatever city you happened to be in

Sightseeing is a must

You guys take amazing photos and eventually start a photo album shortly after you start your relationship

You always go to his shows, to show your love and support, and because his music is so god damn amazing.

Sometimes you'll be the one to do his makeup before shows

That's also one of the things you do together. He'll do your makeup,you do his.

Sometimes (all the time) he'll ask for you opinions on his wardrobe, which colours to wear that day or which pattern to choose.

Your opinion is the only thing that matters to him and he deeply cherishes your input

You'll design his stage outfits together

He loves shopping for you too, insisting you'd look amazing in anything

"Well love you see, I thought you'd look really pretty in the new Hermes scarf but I couldn't chose a colour...so I bought them all."

While life can sometimes be at energy level 1000, there's also softer more domestic times that both you and David cherish

Waking up at 1pm and cooking breakfast together>>>>

You guys enjoy trying new cooking or baking recipies

Movie nights are a must

Just cozying up on the couch and putting on a comfort movie

You guys also paint together

David loves to draw and paint you it helps him relax from a stressful day

Sometimes things can be difficult with Davids mental and physical health, but you both try your very hardest to help him.

Staying home alone just the two of you can do wonders for his attitude

Reading books together is a must too

Sometimes you'd introduce him to a new book because you think it would make a killer song

And as much as David's fame is a blessing it can be a curse to

It's very hard to have complete privacy for long periods of time

And sometimes you have feelings of doubt on whether you are good enough

But you channel that doubt into a new adventure

You'd try all sorts of fashion,hair and makeup styles and see which ones david liked the most

If your the type to get your nails done then he is all ears. He loved to come with you to the salon, help pick colours, styles, ect

"What about stars- glitter stars???!!!" 😮

Of course with his line of work you sometimes have to be separated for long periods of time, but he always makes it up to you

He'll come home at 2 in the morning bearing gifts of the questionable variety

You'll be all tired and just see him holding a giant duck

"See it only looks like a duck, it's actually and lamp that doubles as a makeup storage kit!"

"...what?❤️"

You'd buy a big ol' house in the middle of nowhere to start your lives together

He'd fill it with the most wonderfully peculiar art pieces

You'd love getting to design a home together

Needless to say life with David is never dull

[atinyjules]

please write a woonhak fic 😞 it would be so cute if it was like a first love/kiss thing

TEDDY BEAR FT. WOONHAK pt. 1

Oml suree! I have been waiting for ages for someone to request a Boynextdoor fic so I am so happy!

I'm kinda busy these days so I split the parts so this one is basically the confession part and I'll make the next part on the first date and first kiss🤧😭

🤧So without further a do! Here it is!🌠

"Because of you...I was able to come out of my shell and live life with no regrets."

Summary: Where Woonhak meets his first crush and best friend after 5 years of not seeing each other because of a teddy bear which played a key factor in creating the bond they have.

Genre: Childhood friends to lovers trope , romance, fluff, crack.

Pairings: Childhood friend!Woonhak x reader

Warnings: None

Woonhak had loved teddy bears for as long as he could remember. He got his first bear from his dad when he started kindergarten, he carried it everywhere he went and surprisingly still had it. Except, now it made it's home on top of Woonhak's shelf where it according to his mom watches over him now. Overtime it had become worn out but Woonhak still insisted to keep it not only cause it was his first bear but also because it was the reason he was able to meet you.

"Woonhak! I already told you five times this week to clean up your attic!" he groaned at the mention of the attic by his mom who then pulled his ear.

"Are you even listening?" she questioned making Woonhak wince in pain.

"Oww-ow-eomma it hurts!" he exclaimed as she let go.

"Clean your attic now or no lunch!" she exclaimed and left him as his stomach grumbled.

"I'll have to clean the attic now I guess." he mumbled and jumped up on his bed and clicked open the stairs to the attic and went in, immediately regretting doing a summersault and after climbing in which resulted in the dust flying everywhere.

He quickly opened the windpw and fanned himself as he let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close..." he said and coughed as he started cleaning the attic. Woonhak had been vacuuming the place when he caught sight of an all too familiar light blue coloured box, he smiled as he pulled the box out towards him.

"Woonhak's memory box." he read out the paper written and pasted on the box which 6 year old Woonhak had made. Opening the box he was taken by surprised at the contents of the box. Old toys, expired candies, drawings, photo albums, books, stickers, a hoodie and a teddy bear necklace.

Wait...a teddy bear necklace?!

"It was here all along?! I thought I lost it forever..." he trailed, voice going quiet at the end of the sentence as he put on the precious jewellery over his head.

Woonhak's

"God, I miss her..." I mumbled grazing my fingers over the bear.

I then picked up the photo album and smiled at the first picture of the album. It was me holding my beloved bear next to a pink adorned y/n who smiled at me. As I flipped the page a pink envelop fell from the book making me furrow my eyebrows as I picked it up.

"What's this...To my dearest Woonie...from your bestest friend y/n...what in the world-" I stopped mid sentence at the first line of the letter.

I know I've probably already moved by the time you read this letter.

I thought it'd be better to tell you since we might not meet again.

"You idiot...why am I like this?!" I exclaimed and slapped myself for not finding this letter sooner, I continued reading the letter.

Back in kindergarten I was really quiet and was often picked on by our classmates and one day you came and rescued me...I haven't forgotten it even though I insisted I did. It's a memory I'll never forget.

I'm sorry I kept that secret from you...I was scared you'd say no if I confessed my feelings so since I'm leaving I thought I'd tell you now...hehe.

If we meet in the future...I hope you can maybe accept my feeling even though I doubt you will.

"Woonhak...IDIOT!" I exclaimed as I fell to the ground and let out a frustrated sigh when I heard mom call for me downstairs. I made my way down quickly since mom sounded really hurried but froze mid-way down the stairs once I caught sight of said girl who was currently in my mind.

"Woonhak! Remember Y/n and Jaehyun?" mom said as she looked at me and smiled.

"Hi, Woonhak...long time no see!" she exclaimed as Jaehyun waved at me. Mom proceeded to drag my surprised figure down, right infront of her.

"You didn't forget her already did you?" mom asked as I shook my head.

"Y/n...h-how are you?!" I exclaimed as she chuckled.

"I'm great, you seem to be doing well!" she said as I felt a wave of emotions attack me making my eyes water as I hugged her tightly.

"I missed you..." I mumbled as she hugged me back.

"I missed you too.." she trailed as Jaehyun and mom looked at us fondly.

"Sooo, what have you been up to?" she asked as I awkwardly rubbed the back of my nape.

After having lunch the both of us retreated to my room to talk.

"Nothing much really." I said as she smiled.

"Oh...is that the bear from kindergarten?" She asked after catching sight of it.

"Oh yeah! Wanna see?" I asked and stood up to bring it down from the shelf and gave it to her.

"I'm sorry it's really worn out and dusty." I said as she shook her head.

"No, no! It's completely fine." She said and proceeded to pat the dust away from the bear's head.

Y/n's

I felt nostalgic as I held the now worn out teddy bear in my hands, thoughts going back to kindergarten.

"Leave me alone..." I cried as the bullies laughed and pushed me to the ground.

"Why? Is y/n gonna cry?" one of them spoke up and pulled my hair making me break into a sob when a voice caught their attention.

"Yah!" I looked up to see Woonhak approaching us with shakey legs, holding his bear."What do you want you wimp?" the bully asked as he puffed up his chest and stood infront of him.

"Leave her alone!" he said making them laugh as he huffed.

"What can someone as tiny as you do?"

"You-Yahhh!!" Woonhak exclaimed and started hitting him with the teddy bear making the bully wince.

"Yah! Stop it!" he exclaimed as Woonhak continued attacking the bullies with his bear, chasing them away.

"That's what you get for making Y/n cry!!" he exclaimed and raised his teddy bear in victory.

"Y/n you okay?" he asked as I smiled and wiped my tears, nodding.

"I am now...thanks for saving me Woonie." I said and hugged him causing a bright red tint to graze his features as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"No problem!"

"Woonhak...thanks for saving me back then..." I trailed as he widened his eyes and shook his head.

"Don't thank me! I did what I had to do...to protect you..." he said making me chuckle as I hugged the bear and looked at him with a smile.

"Because of you...I was able to come out of my shell and live life with no regrets." I said and blused as Woonhak chuckled awkwardly and looked down trying to avoid me from seeing him burn up.

"I-I...uh...I'm happy that I could help you live life cheerfully...cause...you were the reason that made school...amazing..." He trailed making me look at him with wide eyes as he finally gained enough confidence to look at me.

"I...uh...I like you a lot." he said making me turn red as he cleared his throat and gulped.

"Woonhak...I...I like you a lot too...even more I guess!" I exclaimed andlooked away as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh then...would you...I mean...we should...I mean...uh...we should go out for lunch and stuff sometimes..." he mumbled when Jaehyun poked his head inside the room.

"Y/n...time to go." he said as I stood up and gave him the bear.

"2pm at Saturday?" she said making me look up at her with wide eyes.

"S-Sure! I mean-YOU BET!" he exclaimed making me chuckle as I smiled at him and retreated to my hotel.

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I am so sorry it's so short! I'll try to post part two as quickly as possible! But I hope you guys enjoyed this enough to wait for part 2? ♥

Well thanks for reading! ☁🌠

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any headcanons for Yuko?

Y’know what I have more than a few thoughts about her and it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this but:

A HC list but it’s just Yuko

-Even with the flipdeck, I still feel Yuko could be related to Emmlette in some way, either as a little sister or maybe just close friends

-Yuko grew up in Sakura Bay at first, but then moved to Tastyville to start her business

-This is more about Espen but I feel he had a wife prior to Yuko

-Besides resolving problems with the apartments, Yuko would also have the tenants association help out with community events like festivals or fairs and such

-Though she is well respected as head of the tenants association, some people find her to be a bit stuck up and passive-aggressive despite her politeness

-She is biracial, her mother being Japanese and her father being of German descent

-Pickle was a stray Prudence brought in one day. At first Yuko disapproved of Pickle since Prudence didn’t talk to her or Espen about having a pet, let alone one from the street, but she quickly also grew attached to Pickle, and even helped Prudence train her

-She has a record player at home she plays music on. She’s a frequent visitor of Hugo’s Warped Records surprisingly, but only ever looks for older or more vintage music (she doesn’t mind modern music, but it feels odd to her to play a modern-sounding song on a vintage record player)

-She’s skilled at playing the piano and has even taught Prudence how to play it. She even taught Prudence a special lullaby her mom used to play her to fall asleep at night

-Yuko’s shop, “Lovely Leftovers” has a lot of nice items, but not everything can get sold. There’s a distinct emerald necklace shaped like the moon which has never had a permanent owner for more than a week. And whenever it’s returned, the buyer always seemed a bit… disheveled. Hm…

-The main parasol she carries around was a parting gift from her parents which came in a care package

-She likes board games like chess and checkers

-She’s the only one in her family who tends to go to bed early. She’s also a heavy sleeper, though despite that she moves around quite a bit in her sleep

-She’s straight but is trying to be an ally. It took her a while to catch onto to the fact that Mary and Sue didn’t move in together as really close friends, but when she did find out, she knitted them a really long rainbow scarf they could wear together (because gay people like rainbows right?)

-She knows how to knit and crochet, mainly clothes and blankets. She always knits winter sweaters for her family every year

-Her favorite type of books to read are historical fiction and romance novels. She’s also a fan of poetry like Edger Allan Poe

-Likes collecting jewelry like necklaces and bracelets

-Is the type of mom who basically hoards most of what her children make like drawings or letters and such. They’re all precious to her

-Uses a Polaroid camera to take pictures with, and keeps them in a family photo album

-Her main love-language is gift-giving. Sometimes randomly she’ll give people little gifts like trinkets, baked goods or snacks, or any extra money she has

-She’s a sedimental person. If she likes you enough and you give something to her, she’ll keep it forever, no matter how much it costed

[void-botanist]

hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Time to answer this one finally! I think I'll talk about Nicea, where the entire crew has 2+ bedrooms.

Declan: he has the largest private room on the Nicea, but that's not saying much. It stays pretty neat because there's just not a lot of stuff in there, but he has a collection of ship pens, stationery, and books. His bedroom at the office is less neat and holds most of his clothes, but because he literally just repurposed an office room it's pretty spartan. His bedroom in his suite at his mother-in-law's, which is a remodeled shed, is not that big but it's very cozy and messy because A) he actually uses it when he's there, and B) it holds all of his art supplies that aren't in his small traveling collection, like all of his paints and canvases, and a bunch of random detritus, mostly in his desk drawers. The one thing you will not find in any of his rooms is a photo of Cady, because he can't stomach the thought of just seeing that. He gave his one photo album to Tristan for safekeeping.

Tristan: her room on the Nicea is the standard not-that-big size, and she keeps not very much in there. What is there is usually in stacks, except for the mini calendar and picture of her and Gil tacked to the wall over the desk. Her room at home, though, is set up to be as cozy as possible, with walls that are a soft dark blue, dark floral curtains, padded rugs, and ample dresser space so the drawers actually close when everything gets left in a wad in there. There's not much else in the way of decoration, though, because this is a room for sleeping.

Rodney: he keeps the most things in his room on the Nicea, because he has more than a couple clothing items there (he never wears the flight suit), and three books that he's reading, and his tablet, and four chargers, and seven data cables, and his laptop, and his fuzzy blanket, and his ship slippers, and some space M&Ms, and thirteen colors of nail polish and an entire nail kit, and previous issues of the Svando's magazine that he's forgotten about. He has a full-size calendar on the wall and also is slowly accumulating pictures there, mostly of him, Isabel, and Spinder, and places he's been. He keeps everything pretty neat on the whole, but he's always in the middle of something. By contrast he has almost nothing in his hotel rooms, but they kind of come already prepared. His room at his mom's house looks pretty empty and tidy because it's infrequently used, but it has various old trophies and rocks and drawings and stuffed animals filling it out.

Isabel: her room on the Nicea is always kind of a mess, because she also keeps a small but complete wardrobe there, and she's constantly bringing bags of snacks in and finishing them. She tries to keep her hotel rooms neat for housekeeping, but at her mom's house she will not hear any complaints about her throwing her shit everywhere in her own room, Fay. Unlike Rodney she has updated the decor in her room multiple times, mostly by stripping out the old curtains and putting new posters on the walls. No matter what she does, though, one of the posters is always of a hot guy and one of them is always of a vintage actress.

Spinder: like Tristan, he wears a flight suit on the Nicea, so like Tristan, he mainly has undershirts and underwear as his wardrobe there. Aside from that he keeps very little in his room and most of it in the closet, but he's been considering putting up some pictures or something, which maybe he does prior to leaving on their big trip. He's fastidious about his hotel rooms, partly for housekeeping and partly to avoid wrinkles in his clothes, but he inevitably ends up spreading his shaving kit all across the bathroom counter. At Nieram's house, he also sleeps in a room with built-in shelves full of childhood stuff, half of it his (romance novels, handheld puzzle toys, school art projects) and half of it his older brother Pat's (vintage music paraphernalia, minifigures for games he no longer plays, school art projects), because they shared a room after it became clear Spinder and Michael were not capable of doing so. He doesn't try so hard to keep this room clean while he's there, but he still always hangs up his clothes.

And a bonus, because I haven't talked enough lol:

Tatya: her room on her as-yet-unnamed ship is her main space there, and hers is by far the most decorated ship bedroom. She has a ton of woodburning projects hung up on the walls, with a shelf for her various reading materials and a shelf for knickknacks (they both have plexiglas covers to prevent stuff falling out everywhere), and a little tapestry over her minifridge. She even replaced the lamp covers with something more homey. Her bedroom on Basenaum is similar, except the architecture actually goes with her "rustic" sense of decor. She's somewhere in the middle of the neat-messy spectrum, where she tries to keep things clean but her spaces always look very lived-in.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[little-miss-moonstone]

The Red Thread (Carmy x OC)

Chapter One| Book of the Year

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summary: Rori moves back home to find out she’s been lied to.

WARNING: Gunshots, a bit of angst and anxiety, very little editing. i think that’s all, if you think something needs to be added just let me know:)

“A little more to the left,” Rori directed as Pete was hanging a portrait on her living room wall. She had been lucky enough to find a house not far from theirs and the couple was more than happy to help her move in. It had been a long weekend as they unpacked boxes and occasionally stopped when they found the photo album from their youth. Natalie was still sifting through a storage tub with photos and relics from the past.

“Oh my god. I didn’t know you had this,” Natalie gasped and Rori turned to look. “Carmy’s sketch book from high school.” A light blush crept across her cheeks. She hadn’t seen that book in years and she felt quite embarrassed that Natalie had found it.

“Oh, um, yeah. H- I- uh, you know Carmy’s very talented and when he packed up I just didn’t want it getting thrown out or anything so I took it for safekeeping,” she studdered. “I was really hoping Richie would’ve stopped by. You told him I moved back, didn’t you?” She changed the subject while fiddling with the end of one of her braids. Natalie began flipping through the pages trying to buy time for her response. She hadn’t told Richie, knowing he would insist that Carmy and Rori both know the truth, but then Natalie thought what harm would it do now. Rori wouldn’t just pick up and move again, not after all their hard work and the hours it took to find the right shade of navy blue for the accent wall. Surely she would find out at some point in the next 72 hours. Yeah, Chicago was big, but not big enough, especially when she knew the first place Rori would go is The Beef. As she flipped to the next page and found the drawing of Rori she smiled, first at her brother's talent, and then at how he was able to capture just how beautiful the girl was.

“No, I meant to the other day, but it just slipped my mind. Maybe you should stop by the restaurant. I’m sure everyone there would love to see you,” She suggested putting the sketch pad back into the bin. She knew she would get an ear full from Carmy and Rori either way, so she might as well delay it. Rori thought what she proposed was a great idea, but she would give herself a few more days to settle in.

Carmen was taking a smoke break scrolling through his phone while he sat on some pallets behind the restaurant. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just reading news headlines then scrolling to the next one.

AURORA CAVANI’S “THE RED THREAD” IS NEW YORK TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR.

He clicked on the article before any other thought could go through his head, seeing the picture of her smiling holding the book caused the corners of his lips to slightly rise. He quickly read through the article to see all the praise she was getting and how the book would become a series. Though he hadn’t a clue what it was about, it was the only book of her’s he hadn’t read, and he was telling himself he didn’t have the time, but maybe it was also because Mikey said it was his favorite. He remembered his brother telling him the characters felt so familiar and how he was sure they could fit right in at christmas dinner. He pushed the thought from his head while finding her contact in his phone. “Congrats on book of the year” he typed out, his thumb hovering over the send button. He always did this, she would get some honor or award and he would type out a text that he would never send. He chuckled then deleted the message. He was so sure her life was much better without him in it, she didn’t need his bullshit dragging her down. He was back home trying to hold the restaurant together, he knew he was a mess, and she was doing good, living in some city, god-knows-where. Though, many times over the last few years he did miss her company, even if it was only phone calls, texts and random FaceTimes and he often wondered if she missed them too. He wanted to believe that she didn’t, but he truly couldn’t know. There was no way possible for him to know she did, she missed him so much it bled across every page she had ever written since the last time they spoke. No, he was clueless to the fact that she convinced herself it was all her fault, she should’ve kept her mouth shut on the phone that night. She had kept it shut so long, a lifetime couldn’t have hurt. That alternative had to be better than the reality she had been living without him at all. Carmen took one last long drag before flicking the cigarette to the ground and slowly exhaling before returning to the kitchen. The sound of Richie still harping over the bad date he had been on while everyone was manning their stations. There was now some-what of an order to the kitchen and he knew the progress would be slow but he was okay with that.

After stopping at the farmer market, just to look around, Rori knew she needed to go see Richie. The idea of actually stepping foot inside The Beef sent a shiver down her spine, she hadn’t been inside in two years. She found herself standing on the pavement just staring up at the run-down sign. It made her think of her childhood and Mikey… and Carmy. She took a deep breath reminding herself it would be okay, what she was feeling was the price of having loved, that is grief. She opened the door, not having time to look around as Richie was a few feet in front of her talking to a women she didn’t know.

“Holy shit,” He mumbled, he never thought he would see her step foot in Chicago again, much less the restaurant. “Red, what the fuck are you doing here? Don’t you have some fancy smancy award banquet or tea with the Queen? C’mere let me get a look at you. It's been too long, sweetheart.” He engulfed her in a hug.

“I actually just moved back, not too far from Sug. She thought it would be good after, you know,” she paused and Riching nodded in understanding, “it would just be good.” She finished.

“She’s here ya know, she’s just in the office going through some papers with—“ gunshots cut Richie off as they, along with the other women, duct down. After a moment, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Is everybody okay, yeah?”

A voice that Rori knew all too well, she was rooted in place, paralyzed with anxiety as his voice echoed in her mind. She thought back to the last time she had heard it three years ago. “It’s o-okay, uh, we- we can just- uh we can talk tomorrow.” Those were the last words he said before he hung up. They didn’t talk tomorrow, and all of her calls and text went unanswered for months before she decided she couldn’t take the rejection any longer. He was now in sight and the moment he saw her his breath hitched and he was standing just as still as she was. She studied his face, his eyes still the bright blue she remembered, but they looked tired and his untameable curls were still just that. She could feel his gaze and wondered if he was doing the same thing. He was, taking in her eyes, they were like emeralds staring back at him. Her hair was still as red as cayenne peppers, but he noticed the gold hoop on the left side of her nose, that was new, well at least to him. She had a few more tattoo’s, but so did he.

“Fuckin’ motherfuckers,” Richie cursed storming to the door, then outside to inspect and they were both drawn from the trance they had put eachother in.

“Uh- h-hi i-i didn’t know you were home, Sugar told me you were still in New York,” Rori spoke first, eyes darting at Natalie as she came into view.

“Is that right?” Carmen was now looking at his sister, “I, uh, moved back a couple of months ago to run this place.”

“Oh, yeah. So we’re lying now, Sug? Is that what we’re doing?” Rori laughed and although it was sarcastic, it was still a beautiful noise to Carmy’s ears.

Natalie quickly suggested that she and Rori go talk outback, dragging the girl through the kitchen before any more words could be said.

“That was Aurora fucking Cavani,” Sydney smiled, “You know her? She’s like a modern day shakespeare. How-“

“We grew up together.” He cut her off, “Now, if everyone is okay, let’s get back to work.”

The two girl could be heard yelling in the alley, their voices were muffled, but you could clearly tell an argument was happening.

“I thought she’d be happier to see you, Cousin,”Richie chuckled.

Carmen ignored his words, focusing on the task in front of him, but a part of him had hoped that if they had ever seen each other again she would be happy to see him. Realistically, he knew he had ruined any chance of that years ago and honestly expected her to slap him across his face, god knew he deserved it. His eyes wandered across to where she dropped her tote bag, the bullet hole causing him to stop what he was doing and slowly walk over to it.

“Ffffffuuck,” He exasperated, “Yo, Cousin, c’mere.”

When Richie walked over and saw what Carmy saw his face held the same expression, utter disbelief. He knew it was rude to go through a women’s bag, but he had to know where the bullet went. He slowly pulled out a hardback copy of her book, “The Red Thread”. The bullet was lodged into the cover plus a few of the first pages.

“Could you imagine if this wasn't there?” Richie asked.

“No. I couldn’t.” He sighed running a hand through his hair.

He knew in that moment he had to fix the mess he made all those years ago. The thought of something happening before he could make amends sent a shiver down his spine, he did that with Mikey, he couldn’t do that with her. The sounds of Rori and Sug arguing were beginning to die down and he was clueless as to what he was going to do. She had nearly bitten his sister’s head off for not telling her he had moved back home, but the damaged book was a reminder: Don’t wait until it’s too late.

a/n: And here it is!!! I hope to write another chapter soon. Don’t expect a regular upload schedule. My aim is for one update a week but it’ll just be random and chaotic. please please please tell me what you think and i’m wishing you all the best in 2024:)

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Best Friends Masterlist

50 notes to unbox (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: Dan moves out of his parent's home to start university and his older lifelong best friend Phil is rather an efficient help when it comes to helping Dan unpack, as well as a regular visitor of Dan's studio. What happens when Phil stumbles upon Dan's piggy bank for university savings he crafted as a child and finds it a new purpose? What happens when the truth comes out when it's so needed?

OR an overly cute, long and coming of age multiple part one shot you better read now.

2009, 2012, 2019, 2022 (ao3) - OliveTheHobbit

Summary: “Most people have like yearly photo books, we have this weird ass videos” - Daniel Howell, some bloopers from phil is not on fire 10.

Some of the memories they gathered along the way got fresh in their minds at the moment they decided to buy a photo album.

In celebration to Dan and Phil’s 10th anniversary.

About useless lists and oblivious teenagers (ao3) - OliveTheHobbit

Summary: Phil helps Dan with his sexuality crisis while he tries to overcome the fact he is head over heels for him. Oh, and they have a date day.

Big Love (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Phil wakes up freezing one night, only to find out he is shrinking. Panicked and tiny he goes to Dan for help. Together the two deal with the challenges that come along with being too small for the normal world. Relying on each other, and working together, they realize their friendship, is in fact more than just friendship.

Do You Know How in Love With You I Am (Please Notice) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Based on a Phan!The Office AU drawing by @laurainlilac on tumblr

Dan works at a small paper company, but the brightside to this boring career is that his best friend Phil is just a few feet away at reception. The downside to this is that he's hopelessly, irrevocably in love with said best friend. Oh, and Phil is engaged, too.

A short little story about best friends, being in love, and pining hopelessly after the boy you think you can't have. But, don't worry, there's a happy ending in here somewhere.

Drunken Nonsense (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Young Dan and Phil end up playing their own drunken version of truth or dare following a few too many cocktails at the Lester Family Christmas Gathering in Phil's family home. Confessions are made, and two best friends become lovers.

Greet the day (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan is having a bit of a rough time for a few days. Phil tries to help him navigate his mental health issues as best he can. He's ever supportive and he and Dan work through while on tour where Dan isn't feeling the best. They both know it will probably always be this way, but they also know they can work together to make it better no matter what.

How Life Changes (ao3) - madd09

Summary: Phil had no idea how much his life was going to change when Cornelia and Martyn announced they were expecting and how it would end up being a catalyst for him and Dan,

Keep These Secrets In A Lie (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Dan and Phil are friends. But friends don't act the way they do.

Midnight Cab Rides to You (ao3) - QueenKatelynTheAristocrat

Summary: "Whenever he felt the spiralling of his thoughts that indicated an impending breakdown, there was only ever one place he would go. He wondered how many breakdowns he had left before Phil got sick of him."

Also known as: Dan can't stand another damn minute on campus, so he does the only thing he can think of to make himself feel like he isn't dying. He gets a cab to Phil's flat.

never quite as it seems (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil has a unique gift that allows him to see something he never expected to see - his best friend Dan, meeting the person that would most likely become the love of his life. It hasn't happened yet, and right now, Dan has no idea what lies ahead.

When old feelings resurface and every choice may have a big impact on the upcoming events, will Phil be able to make the right decision?

Stars in His Eyes (ao3) - harleymoony

Summary: Once every week, Dan and Phil sneak out of their houses to go stargazing together. Tonight is Dan’s birthday, and Phil has something planned for that, of course.

The Idea of Us (ao3) - churchboy

Summary: OR.. "The five times Phil shut down the idea of a relationship and the one time he didn't."

The Road To Being Okay (ao3) - WaterHorseyBlues

Summary: All Phil wanted was for Dan to be okay.

Watching You, Watching Me (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan accidentally discovers his best friend and roommate pleasuring himself in the early hours of the morning and can't look away. In fact, he can't keep his hands off of himself. Phil is surprised by Dan's reaction, and two best friends make long-time confessions.

you only know you love him when you let him go (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan was sitting on his beanbag chair and nodding along to Phil’s story, tossing a ball into the air as he stared at his best friend.

While Phil continued describing how pretty Amanda looked and how amazing the movie was, Dan was focused on Phil himself. He let his eyes roam over Phil’s face, catching on shiny irises and sharp cheekbones and pink lips, and thinking of how much he’d love to feel those lips against his own.

And suddenly, everything made sense to Dan.

He froze, the ball falling on his head as his chest filled with terror. Phil continued with his story, delightfully oblivious to the panic attack Dan was two seconds away from having. He was attracted to his best friend, and big time, too, but Phil now had a girlfriend, and one he’d been wanting for over two years.

Well, fuck.

You're All my Reasons (ao3) - QueenKatelynTheAristocrat

Summary: "Phil wished he could think of the right thing to say. It would be nice if at times like this his English Language degree knowledge would kick in and provide him with the words to make Dan understand that he could tell Phil anything, that there was nothing he could say that would scare Phil away, but alas."

In which Dan's depression doesn't allow him to leave his room for two days, and Phil struggles to find the words, but what comes to realize is that maybe words aren't always necessary.

Just a bit of hurt/comfort fluff to get you through your day.

You set my soul alight (ao3) - Wolf_Of_Westeros

Summary: Dan likes Phil. Phil likes Dan. Neither of them know about it.

[haexhanize]

☾ 𝐡𝐪 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬; feat. kuroo, iwaizumi, sakusa, osamu & suna ☽

☾ KUROO TETSURO; ☽

• i know for a fact this mf is cracking dad jokes thinking it’s the funniest thing ever, but his kids literally look at him like 😐 when he does it.

• whenever his children’s friends come over to play, he tries to pull the ‘cool dad’ act and the friends are literally in awe of him every. single. time.

• will tutor his kid whenever they need help with school work and is quite patient with them if they get it wrong.

• brings his kids to the office sometimes and all tetsuro’s colleagues awe over them (especially if they’re babies).

☾ IWAIZUMI HAJIME; ☽

• daddiest of them all

• i feel like hajime would be super supportive of his kid(s). like whatever they’re into; sport/art/hobbies, he will be there to make sure his kids will enjoy it no matter what. and he’s not one to force them into anything either.

• he can get quite protective when it comes to his kid’s safety. also a bit aggressive.

• there was a time he went to parents teachers evening and one of his daughter’s teachers had to explain to him how his daughter had gotten into a fight with a fellow classmate and iwaizumi’s first reaction was, ‘well did she win 🤨’.

☾ SAKUSA KIYOOMI; ☽

• is actually good at handling babies even though he thought he wouldn’t be good at fatherhood

• i feel like if he had a daughter, he would be head over heels for her. would do absolutely anything for her.

• his daughter would also inherit his curls, so he likes brushing and styling it for her. is also good at styling her in clothes and plus his daughter is a fan of modelling so it’s a win for her.

• he didn’t have time to drop off his daughter at school in the beginning, but ever since he overheard her talking about a ‘cute boy at school’ to mum, he began dropping and picking her up from school every day, casually scouting the area for said cute boy.

☾ MIYA OSAMU; ☽

• likes to teach his kids how to cook. every saturday or sunday, him and the kids have a tradition where samu would pick what to cook/ bake, and him and the kids would then cook whatever that item is and serve it for dinner. it’s a way for bonding but also teaching them culinary skills.

• the casual parent but he knows the line between casual parenting and lazy parenting

• osamu is family oriented so he likes to plan family trips to different places. he likes travelling to other countries for big holidays like christmas, summer, etc etc. and he keeps a photo album of everyone travelling all around the world.

• spoils his kids with whatever they’re into. dolls and toys? a whole toy box full of ‘em. drawing and painting? enough art supplies to last them a life time. his kid likes to read? there’s a library expansion to the house.

☾ SUNA RINTARO; ☽

• likes to spend quality time with his kids

• i feel like if him and his spouse get into an argument, he picks up his baby, goes to the car, and just drives around until he calms down with his child choosing from his music playlists. it’s a whole vibe tbh

• was actually scared to become a father cause he thought he wasn’t going to do a good job, so he bought lots of parental books and went to parental lessons so he could be a good father.

• has the responsibility of bathing the kids and when he’s done, he has a habit of rocking them to ease them into a sleep. it’s literally the cutest thing ever.

[betweendisorders]

very bored again. mari thoughts time

the only really obvious trait we get for mari in-game is her perfectionism. i do think that this is a key part to disentangling her personality, but it’s easy to hyper-focus on this and miss everything else that makes mari who she is.

i find it interesting that, as far as i know (it’s been a while since i played omori so correct me if i’m wrong here), there’s no real obvious evidence of favoritism in the case of mari. sunny’s father completely disowns sunny after he kills mari, either because he knows what happened or because he thought sunny was a part of pushing her to suicide (this is unclear), but it’s not shown to us whether he did this because he cared more about mari than sunny or if he would do the same if the situation were reversed.

mari does put a lot of pressure on herself, and it’s clear her parents put some on her, too. the only obvious example of how strict the elder suzuki’s can be is basil’s little comment in the photo album, when mari and hero are sleeping together on the couch. “i hope they don’t mind the photo. mari’s dad might be kind of mad if he saw it...”

there’s also the detail of mari taking extra classes to prepare for college, which means she has less time to spend with sunny. this is what spurns on the whole practicing together thing. sunny feels lonely, and wants to spend more time with mari. offers to practice with her-- to play violin with her. to put together a duet.

sunny’s violin is precious to him. the time with his sister is, too.

playing the violin, though, is not something he enjoys. well-- maybe he doesn’t hate it, but he’d rather spend time with his friends watching tv.

and. ok, there’s a can of worms about this next statement, but instead of opening it just yet, i’m gonna say this;

mari is a wonderful sister. i honestly, truly believe this. mari is an amazing sister-- she adores sunny. you can see this plastered all over basil’s photo album.

but mari is also perfect. or, she’s supposed to be. she has to be.

this is the part where we get on to conjecture. ready? ready.

mari knows from an early age that she’s going to college. it’s kind of just, on the list of things she’s going to do. she doesn’t hate the idea. she might even like it. she might want this for herself. but it’s her parents that first bring it up. it’s an expectation, not a wish.

mari is smart. mari is sporty. mari loves playing softball - mari reads so late into the night that she falls asleep with a book in her arms. she likes being smart. she likes being helpful. she likes being perfect.

she’s so gifted - or so everyone tells her. 

from an early age she latches onto sunny- takes care of sunny. her little brother. i think if sunny is a nickname, mari gave it to him; because he’s her sunshine. her golden light. her everything.

“the sun shined brighter while she was here”

she’s so mature, all the adults tell her. you’re so smart, all the other kids tell her. “you’re the only one for me,” hero tells her-- and mari tells him to knock it off. “that’s not what i like about you.” and yes, this is in headspace, but i think it’s still something we can draw on for her characterization.

what does she like about hero?

...maybe that he’s the only one that treats her like a real person? who knows what it’s like -- to be the smart one, the gifted one, the mature one. who doesn’t just fall over themselves praising her, who doesn’t expect her to be perfect.

or maybe it’s something completely different! who knows. maybe she just likes hero for who he is, and it has nothing to do with how he acts towards her. maybe there’s a line about it somewhere i missed.

mari is perfect.

...what is she, if not perfect?

(disappointing.)

mari is going to college. it’s not her choice. she’s smart enough to get in. her parents have it all planned out-- they’ve saved up all the money and everything. there’s no debate about it.

they’re doing what’s best for her future.

how could they be the bad guys, just for making sure she’s successful?

mari would never voice that, and they would never question it. because mari is successful. mari never shows how much the pressure weighs- mari’s grades don’t drop below a’s. she doesn’t get angry. she doesn’t get moody.

she’s perfect.

there’s no obvious display of favoritism.

but mari is the one taking extra classes for college, and sunny is the one who’s daydreaming.

remember that can of worms i said i was gonna open? here it is;

“Your fingers were shaking in pain... practicing over and over... but you still make mistakes after mistakes. This was all a bad idea.”

“MARI was yelling at you. You couldn't understand what she was saying. She didn't understand you at all... She didn't understand that you just weren't good enough. The only thing you hold onto was your anger. This pain... was it her fault?”

“MARI blocked your path. She says that she isn't finished talking. She tells you not to run away... but why not? You did this all for her! Why was she yelling at you? You didn't understand... “

(you lose all sense)

(you push her down the staircase)

these are lines that are technically cut from the full game. these lines are in code. these lines - technically - are not canon.

they are also bloody fascinating, so i’m gonna talk about it.

this is so goddamn frustrating. y’know why? because it’s unclear if the pressure here is from sunny, or from mari.

“she didn’t understand that you just weren’t good enough”

“she tells you not to run away... but why not? you did this all for her! why was she yelling at you?  you didn’t understand...”

(”she didn’t understand that you just weren’t good enough”)

what does this fucking mean? does sunny mean that mari expects him to be that good - that she’s yelling at him because he’s not doing well enough?

or does he mean that she’s yelling at him because he thinks he isn’t good enough? yelling at him because he’s putting so much pressure on himself, pressure that she might not want on him - “you did this all for her!”

“she tells you not to run away”

“why was she yelling at you?”

would sunny be confused here if mari was yelling at him for not being good enough? he already knows that. he gets that.

and let me ask you another question-

why are they at the top of the staircase, when the piano room is downstairs?

did sunny come up here just to throw his violin? the description says he “was overcame” - that he “threw it in a fit of rage.” did the fit of rage include him... running up the stairs?

because, if not... he was... practicing in his room. or in the bathroom. while mari was asleep.

they weren’t practicing together.

or maybe they were!! maybe he ran up the stairs to get away from the practice room - we know he wants to run anyway! 

and if sunny was practicing alone -- if mari just came out of their room to confront him -- why is she on the left side and sunny on the right, if their room is on the right side??

the game leaves this so fucking unclear.

was he practicing with mari?? or was he practicing on his own?? i haven’t seen ANYONE talk about this, and it’s driving me fucking crazy!!!

mari is wearing clothes that, at this distance, could be for practicing or could be a white nightgown! sunny’s at the top of the staircase, which seems odd if they were practicing together (if he was running away, why wouldn’t he go outside? if he wanted to destroy his violin “in a fit of rage,” why not just throw it on the ground and stomp on it or smth?) -- but mari is on the left side, which seems odd if she just left their room that’s to the right to confront him!

PLEASE tell me if there’s a line somewhere that clears this up, because i’m so stuck on this, and it’s so important to mari’s character.

...could she get to the point where the pressure to succeed matters more to her than sunny’s happiness?

could she get to the point of yelling at him for not doing well enough?

i don’t want to think so, but i can’t fucking tell!!

...sorry. ok. back to characterization stuff.

mari is also humorous. she tells her puns and flirts with hero. she’s smug, and maybe even a bit self-important, though if so she keeps it subtle. she’s incredibly kind, and very good with kids four(?) years younger than her. she takes basil’s camera, which is absolutely adorable.

there’s also the detail of her “bad knee.” an old injury, presumably, that stopped her from playing softball. a part of me wonders how bad this was when it happened - a part of me wonders if this contributed to mari’s pressure on herself. if she sees this as a failure.

part of me wonders if her parents approved of her playing softball.

mari’s a wonderful character, and i’d love to make a post about her better side sometime, because this one’s already long enough and i can’t fully get into how much i love her and how kind and good she is, so--

i hope you enjoyed.

[ms-neens]

James May, Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond in "Come what May!"

My longest comic about the Grand Tour so far ～♡ This time Jeremy, James and Hammond head off to Britain’s number one car show! Sadly heavy traffic and certain weather conditions give them a rough time on the road...but thank goodness it’s Friday!  *✦.°

All paintings, story and text by me (February 2022 - October 2022)

Thank you very much for reading and I hope, as always, I could make you smile with it! ♥︎  This comic will be released as a real book together with my “The Long Way Home“ comic, my “Scandi Flick“ poster, more single artworks of the trio and a bit more in 2023! Please stay tuned if you want a copy of the book for yourself! ♥︎ I’d like to add the pre-release cover as well:

A few words by the author (yeah, that’s me): This time my goal was to write/create/draw a sweet, funny, and heartwarming comic about the trio focused on a simple car ride. In typical fashion of all the comics I do, you won’t find any action based scenes or rude stuff (also I’m no native speaker, but you shouldn’t notice that while reading!). As a result the trio acts a lot nicer and definitely more helpful than in real Grand Tour episodes. The three guys have a super big place in my heart ♡ and because of that, once again, all I could create is something cute and adorable (I could never be mean to them!). Also not everything can be accurate, I have never been to James’s Pub, the Diddly Squat Farm Shop, inside Jeremy’s car or at a car show myself. I had a few reference photos, but 90% of this comic is drawn by memory and how I imagine environments. Anyway, I still hope that I got everyone in character, recognisable and enjoyable for you to look at! Stuff you might have missed:

On the outside of Jeremy’s farm shop you can spot Sansa and Arya, who were puppies when I started working on this comic, so I kept them that way…I am always happy when I spot a photo of the two on Jeremy’s Instagram! ♥︎

Actually everything in that comic takes part in the past, as I was working on it way too long...

Jeremy explains that it’s lucky to turn right at the start of a journey. Of course it’s from the Grand Tour Mongolia Special.

The numberplate on Jezza’s car is a pun on "Jeremy Clarkson 1 Diddly Squat Farm", in case you haven’t already noticed. I thought that’s funny.

James talks about fish finger sandwiches, he posted about them on his Twitter and FoodTribe accounts several times in the past and it’s a really nice and easy dish I like to eat as well!

The CDs in Jeremy’s glovebox are "Supertramp - Crime of the Century", "Yes - The Yes Album", "The Who - Who’s Next", "Genesis - Seconds Out", some album by Eric Clapton you cannot read and "Pink Floyd - The Dark Side of the Moon". Despite my age, these are all albums and bands I absolutely love and I think he does as well. ～♡

I had to make something up for the broken air conditioning, something like that is always happening on their journeys (especially in James’s cars!). I’m sure after the events of the comic, it was completely fine again! ^◡^

They always take photos of themselves sleeping and post it somewhere online, this time it was my chance to draw a scene of that! I enjoyed working on that one! Hehehehe...

Jeremy and James’s painful high-five I got from the Grand Tour Colombia Special

In James’s Pub Hammond gets served Spag Bol (yeah, I have this from "Oh Cook!") and Jeremy ordered the infamous fish pie. The reason why I’ve chosen two different meals is that Richard doesn’t like fish, a running gag I keep constant in all of my comics. Also it can be taken as a reference to "The Perfect Road Trip".

James’s apron I spotted in "Lochdown", I think it really suits him! ♥︎

And this time there’s even a moral of the story: Don’t drink and drive!

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Whumptember 29th: Losing Something

Prompt by @comfortcap Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Photo Edit by @nixakimbo

You sat down on the couch in your new apartment, exhausted from the full day of moving, but happy that most things were now in their place. Bucky was putting a few things away in the bedroom while you were about to order some takeout. Bucky walked down the hall and came to stand in the living room.

“Sweetheart, have you seen a wooden box? It’s like this big.” He held out his hands, motioning the size of the smaller box, smaller than a size of paper but quite a bit taller.

You shook your head. “No, sorry baby.”

He cursed under his breath, anxiously running his hands through his hair, and walked back down the hall quickly, seemingly more panicked at the loss of the box. “What’s in it baby, I can help look.”

“Nothing, just…just don’t worry about it. I’ll find it.” He closed the bedroom door and you heard him shuffling through boxes again. If it was bothering him that much, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a second set of eyes looking for it. You stood up and decided to go look in your office/studio space. You were a painter and childrens book illustrator. You had been able to get a 2 bedroom apartment and Bucky insisted that you needed your own studio space. You were excited to have the space. It had a large window with soft natural light.

You walked into the space and looked around for where it may be. You hadn’t unpacked much in here yet so you started to move some canvases and boxes of paints around. After about ten minutes of looking around, you just had the closet to go through. The first few boxes were just more art supplies but the box on the bottom was labeled for the bedroom and had been mistakenly placed in there. You pulled it out to the middle of the room and pulled the tape off. Sitting right there at the top of the box was the small wooden box he was looking for.

“Buck! I think I found it!” You yelled down the hall and heard him setting down what he was searching through. Curiosity took over and you pulled the box out and sat down on the floor. As you were opening the lid, Bucky walked in and saw that you were holding it. 

“Baby, wait!” But it was too late. You had already opened it enough to see what was in it. Inside was a stack of random scraps of paper, some bigger than others, but they all had something in common. Each one bore a doodle that you had made for him. There must have been over 100 of these small quick sketches. Right on top was one that you recognized. It had been the one that you had first drawn for him. You were both sitting on the subway and you were trying to get out of a drawing stump. Sitting right across from you was this gorgeous man who was engrossed in whatever book it was that he was reading. Inspiration struck and you quickly sketched him, his long hair tucked behind one ear, his face fully enraptured in his novel. You were terrified to do it, but when you had finished the drawing, you walked over to him and stood in front of him. As he looked up at you, you thought your heart was going to claw its way out of your chest. You offered him the drawing and he was so shocked and impressed with it, he asked you out for coffee as payment. The rest was history.

The fact that he had kept so many, if not all, of the little sketches that you had so casually drawn for him over the past year was enough to make most people fall to pieces. For those who wouldn’t have teared up for that, would have for the presence of the ring box right next to them. 

“I was going to wait till Christmas. I had a whole plan to put all the sketches in an album and give it to you. But honestly, I have had to stop myself from asking you every day since I bought the ring.”

You were crying at this point and he went to sit on the floor behind you, his arms wrapping around you. 

“If you want me to get down on one knee, I will. But we’ve never been real traditional. I will say this. That moment you handed me that first sketch was the best day of my life. I was having such a shitty day and all of the sudden there was this angel standing in front of me and she handed me this little drawing of myself. My whole world shifted in that moment and it’s never gone back.”

He pulled the ring box out of the larger box and held it in front of both of you. He audibly swallowed and opened it to reveal a simple but slightly vintage inspired ring. Your breath caught and you bit your lip. His words revealed that he was nervous and had started to choke up slightly.

“The truth is, I don’t want my world to shift back. Having you in my life has been the best thing I could ever ask for. And I didn’t even have to ask for it. You gave me your love willingly and without reservation. But I do have to ask you this now. You gave me your heart, but will you also give me your life? Will you give me your good days and your bad ones? Will you give me your midnight dance parties and your days filled with tears and heartache? Because I want it all, baby. I want to be here for the ups and the downs. I want to watch you grow old and I want to help you put your socks and shoes on when you can’t bend down anymore. I want to have babies with you and watch them grow up. 

So, I’ll ask you now. Will you give me your heart to hold onto forever? Because I don’t think I could give it up for any time shorter than forever.”

You were sobbing at this point. Not a cute, gentle cry, but full on ugly crying. You could barely get a word out as you nodded your head and choked out. He let out a breath of relief and kissed the side of your head. You spun around in his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Your hands went to both sides of his face and you kissed him fiercely. After a few moments he pulled away slightly, showing that you were both now crying. He pulled the ring out of the box and carefully placed it on your finger. 

“I love you.” He said to you as his fingers ran gently over your now adorned finger.

“I love you too. Always.”

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[ctrlemis]

WHO WERE WE? ksn

wc: 1.4k

genre & warnings: fluff, light angst if you squint, reincarnation, soulmates, past lovers, art again opened google docs and just wrote something

“Hi.” Sunoo looks up, cutting off his conversation with Sunghoon. In front of him was someone around his age, standing there looking right at him.

“Hi.” He says hesitantly. Everyone had stopped speaking now, focusing on the interaction between the mystery person and Sunoo.

“You don’t know me.” They say, eyes focused on him as if trying to gauge his emotions. He nods, still confused on where this was going.

“I don’t know you.” He agrees, nodding as he replies.

“But i know you.” They continue, and that’s when he notices the book in their arms. It’s like a photo album, and it's clear they’ve had it for a while. They notice his eyes on the album, clutching it closer. Then they look at the six pairs of eyes on them, watching them closely. They turned on their hill and walked away swiftly. Sunoo turned around in his seat, lost.

“Okay then.” He says, but feels a tap on his shoulder when he flips the page of his book to the other side. He looks up again and it’s the same person from before, shoving a piece of paper in his hands.

“If you want to know more, meet me there at 6:30 this evening,” They say. They look up from the crumbled paper to them, but they’ve already turned around, heading towards the entrance of the library. The conversations continue, but Riki elbows him out of his trance, still looking at the door.

“What’s on the paper?” He asks, and Sunoo raises his eyebrows, then looks towards the paper, unraveling it and smoothing it out. He reads it, then turns back to the black-haired boy.

“Just an address.” He says, shoving it in his pocket.

“You gonna go?’ Riki questions, and Sunoo shrugs. On one hand, he didn’t know who this person was, and could very much be walking into a trap, ending up being kidnapped and sold on the black market. On the other hand-

“Yeah.” He answers confidently.

It’s 6:37pm when he gets to the address. Actually, he got there ten minutes early, but when he got there, all he saw was an abandoned building, like an old factory. After looking around, the pink-haired boy came to the realization that he was in the right place to begin with. So he pushes the door open, and walks inside. It’s empty, and rusty inside. It smells like the sea, probably because the beach isn’t that far from the location, and there’s a second level, where he can see a figure sitting against the railing, headphones covering their ears. He makes his way up there, nearing them. They were drawing something, hand moving with the pencil gracefully. The book they had was next to them. and they were sitting on a quilt, resting their legs on a bookbag. As he gets closer, they must’ve sensed him, because they look in his direction, and their eyes widen as they tug off the headphones from their eyes.

“Hi.” He says cautiously. “Do you…live here?” He questioned, looking around. They shake their head, and he nods, sitting next to them. “So.”

“So.” They respond, fingers twirling the pencil mindlessly.

“How do you know me?’ He asks, looking at them curiously. They bite their lip, and he can see the gears in their head turning. “Alright, what’s your name, first off? I’m Sunoo, but you know that.”

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.” He smiles, telling them he likes it. “What are your thoughts on reincarnation?” He tilts his head thoughtfully at the question. It was rather weird, and more so coming from this stranger - Y/N - but still, he wasn’t opposed to the question.

“I guess it depends. I don’t know enough about it to believe in it or dismantle it. Why?” He eyes them suspiciously. They rest their chin in their palm, thinking.

“What would you say if I told you I knew you from a past life?’ They ask gingerly, eyes avoiding his own. He can’t help but smile.

“I’d say I don't remember such a thing and you’re bat-shit crazy.” He replies, watching them. Their expression drops, and he follows with, “But something about you is so familiar I have no choice but to believe you.” They look up, and for a second he can’t read their expression. But then they laugh wetly, and he realizes they're crying.

“Oh, no,” He says, scooting over to them, wrapping his arm around their shoulder. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry-” He tries to apologize, but they wave their hand to dismiss the notion. They rub their nose with the back of their sleeve.

“No, it’s not that.” They sniff. “I’m not the only one. Who remembers their past life. There are so little of us in the population, but all of them have soulmates. one or more, romantic or platonic. And while almost none of them remember, not everyone will accept it. Do you know Hueningkai?” He nods. “His younger sister, Bahiyyih, her soulmate didn't believe her, and it broke her heart. It contradicts fate, and she was sick for months because of it. But, soulmates change; she fell in love again and she's okay now.”

“You smell like home.” He blurts out, then covers his traitorous mouth. He didn't mean to say it aloud, and his cheek were definitely red now, and-

“What did you say?” Y/N asks him in disbelief. He shakes his head, stuttering out something about the sea and sorries, but they shake their heads, looking almost excited. “Say it again.”

“You…you smell like home.” He says, embarrassed, but Y/N grins. They grab the book they had earlier, setting it in between the two of them and opening it, flipping through the pages rapidly. And Sunoo sees hundreds and pages filled with things like photos, keys, flowers, receipts. “What are these?” He asks, but they ignore him, flipping through the pages until they stop, and they point at the left page. On it is a polaroid, dated 1956. It's a photo - of him. He had black hair, and he’s holding a peace sign in the photo. Written under it, in handwriting that he recognized immediately, was the wording ‘You smell like Home, darling.’ He looks up at them in confusion, and they keep gesturing to the page. When he still looks clueless they sigh.

“You wrote that, dummy.” Oh. Okay.

Wait, what?

“I wrote that?” He questioned skeptically. They rolled their eyes, flipping back to the beginning of the book.

“I watched you do it with my own two eyes.” They argue.

“Okay but I don't remember that.” He says teasingly, and they huff, rolling their eyes. They show him the book, and he flips through the pages, listening as they explain anyone he stops on for too long. He looks up and realizes it's dark outside, and so does Y/N. They close the book and stand up, gathering their stuff together. He does the same, making sure he has his phone and bag.

“Um, I'm glad you, uh, let me show you this. It means alot to me.” He nods, and they turn on their heel, but he calls for them and they turn back around.

“Who was i to you?” The question makes them completely freeze, and he rushes to add to his sentence. “Like, i mean - i’m in the photo album a lot of i just-” He stops when he sees Y/N eyes are filled with tears, ready to fall at any second. “You don't have to tell me!” He adds quickly.

“Everything.”

“What?” He asks, confused. They blink away the tears and look at the foggy window.

“You were everything to me in all my lives. My best friend, my enemy, the king, a god, my knight, my-” Their voice dies, but he gets the memo. “Sometimes reincarnation can get messy; memories get mixed up, sometimes you can go a full life without remembering. But everytime i come back, I always remember you.” He can hear the pain in their voice. To have to remember that, each lifetime. He wonders if ever went through the same thing.

“How do I remember?” He asks, and they stare at him, gauging his angle. “I want to remember. Please.” They bite their cuticles, sighing.

“I would be a dick if i came to you and told you all of this and didn't help you remember. What do you wanna know?” They asked, gesturing for him to follow them as they went to the first level. He was silent, thinking about the question until they got outside. “Well?”

“Who were we?”

a/n: hi lovebugs!! i hope you guys liked this, and i may write a part two because i loved writing this!!

taglist: @jungwonize @soobin-chois @jangwonie @soobinyz @hiqhkey

back to oz!

[finalfilms]

Got any headcanons for Tod?

of course i do!! tod waggner my beloved.

- he’s totally a weezer fan. you can look me in the eyes and i will tell you that his fave album is pinkerton. he’s quirky like that

- can drive, but chooses not to. whenever he drives anyone anywhere he’s always screaming and wayyy too excited to be behind the wheel

- he keeps a journal where he writes about shit that happens to him throughout the day. one time alex and george got their hands on it and drew penises on the back of it. tod pretended to be mad but thought it was funny and kept it

- really likes dead poets society, but if anyone asks what his favorite movie is he says it’s something crazy like the hills have eyes to get them to go away

- on that topic, he def has a letterboxd where he reviews movies stupidly. he’s seen morbius 7 times in a row and each review is “ITS MORBIN TIME”

- has a gaming setup that he’s very proud of, for setting it all up himself

- collects tickets and movie stubs from places he visits and keeps them on a corkboard

- most of his clothes are hand me downs from his father or george, or thrifted

- likes jewelry, but only like necklaces and rings

- doodles in the margins of his notebooks and schoolwork. some teachers comment on the drawings if they like them

- speaking of his corkboard, man has photos of all his friends. i feel like he’d be a very nostalgic person, and always trying to keep memories. most of the pictures are of alex, for, y’know…

- can ride a bike, and since driving is stressful prefers it, but still manages to turn bike rides into chaos

- memorizes awful puns and recites them all the time to george and alex, who try to attack him every time

- loves everything chocolate. like everything. will eat frog legs if they’re covered in chocolate

- is actually really good at french, but is awful with the oral part. (i mean he’s good enough to get into a french trip, he’s just awkward.)

- plays with his sleeves of hands when he gets nervous

- besides french, he’s also really good (and i mean really good) at english. he genuinely enjoys reading some books, but hates it otherwise. he says that reading is for “nerds”

- wants to get his ear pierced, just the one. it’ll look cool trust him.

- he likes bears as an animal. his favorite animal is a panda or something

- his love language is touch. platonic and romantic. he has his arms around his friends, will lean his head on their shoulder, and always needs to be touching someone.

okay i think that’s it?? there’s def more i am just blanking lol

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i have many thoughts on the movie adaptation of Where the Crawdads Sing and i’m going to make it everyone else’s problem now. spoilers ahead.

so. yesterday I saw the movie adaptation of the novel Where the Crawdads Sing and oh boy do I have some things to say about it! firstly, I know about the stuff concerning Delia Owens and um, yeah, it’s bad so I’m going to separate her from these thoughts and focus mainly on the film.

anyway! I loved the novel when I read it last month and knowing about the upcoming film, I was really excited to see how my favorite parts would be portrayed on-screen. Unfortunately, the plot of the movie did not live up to my expectations at all. (I would like to clarify here that I thought all the acting was really well done and Daisy Edgar-Jones was excellent.)

if you’ve read the novel you know that poetry is a recurring theme in Kya’s story, and it is one final poem along with Chase’s shell necklace that Tate finds that makes him realize that Kya really did kill Chase. There is No Poetry In The Film At All. in the final scene when Tate is looking through the photo album that leads him to the necklace, there are what looks to be pros captions of sorts under drawings, but that’s it. I didn’t like this because it was also that final poem that made me as a reader realize Kya’s guilt, and I felt like the film’s audience is robbed of this.

in the novel, along with teaching Kya to read and write, Tate also brings her biology textbooks to read and study from. in the movie he does bring her books, but they are not clarified to be biology textbooks or anything very scientific in nature, and so the subsequent publishing of Kya’s books in the film I believe leads the viewer to feel that Kya’s books were mainly just pretty illustrations and not the scientific field guides they are in the novel. in addition to this there is no mention of Kya’s honorable doctorate in biology at all in the movie.

Kya and Tate’s (and Kya and Chase’s) age gap is very much ignored. I can see why they did this, because the age gap is pretty icky when you think about it, but I wish they had kept it because I felt it gives more depth to the characters and their relationships. while Kya’s birthday is celebrated, her age is not mentioned at all.

back to the ending, the courtroom scenes were severely lacking in my opinion. I know they had to work within the length constrictions of movies, but I think the fact that some of these parts are missing is a big mistake. in the novel, Kya’s lawyer does a very good job of convincing not only the jury in the book, but also the reader, of Kya’s innocence. I felt this was really lacking in the film. We do not get to see Kya’s lawyer poke holes in the bus driver’s testimonies, and we also don’t get to see him call the sheriff as a defense witness and call him out for only having “theories.” when I read the book I was pretty convinced of Kya’s innocence, and I don’t think someone who has only seen the movie will get that same affect from the court scenes. 

onto my final point and what I feel is the biggest mistake and shortcoming of the whole film: there is no scene that shows Kya killing Chase. at the end of the book when Tate finds the shell necklace, the novel says, “Tate sat at the kitchen table for a long while, taking it in, imagining her riding on night buses, catching a riptide, planning around the moon. Softly calling to Chase in the darkness. Pushing him backward. Then, squatting in the mud at the bottom, lifting his head, heavy with death, to retrieve the necklace. Covering her footprints; leaving no trace.” as I read this, I knew it would be in the movie. I could all but see it! how perfect it would be to wind this tale of the innocent marsh girl and then shatter it all right at the end! imagine my disappointment when it didn’t happen. again, in the film Tate doesn’t even get to read the poem that is her admission of guilt, he just finds the necklace. I really feel like the people involved with this movie were too preoccupied with Kya’s image of innocence, and with wanting to preserve that innocence, that they missed the whole point of the ending. and I also feel that the ending of the movie is so ambiguous with only the shell necklace present, that if you hadn’t read the book you could justify to yourself that maybe Kya really was innocent, but she did steal the necklace off Chase’s body, which also misses the point!

okay that’s all I have to say. the novel is available on the internet archive so, you know, absolutely do not read it there where it is available for free so you don’t support the author! thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far!

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‪[TRANSLATION] Arena Homme+ Magazine April 2021 Issue featuring JAY B

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JAY B is free and starting again from scratch. That is what JAY B has in mind. GOT7’s leader announced that he would be leaving JYPE as the group stays together. JAY B is preparing to debut as a solo musician while planning to also release mixtapes and hold exhibitions as Def. We had a chat with JAY B, who has gained more freedom and strength, at the swimming pool about courage, depression, literature and aspirations.

Did you come here alone?

Yes. I took a taxi here. I was the type to go around freely even when I was in JYPE but catching the taxi to work this time around felt new.

All GOT7 members decided to leave JYP but stay together as a group. As a leader, you needed to make a decision, right?

Although we ended up leaving JYPE, we wanted to continue as GOT7. We all agreed to leave [JYPE] and try it between ourselves.The product made from me taking responsibility/taking charge was the single 'Encore’ that was released not too long ago. I was involved in the whole process with a new record label. I was happy to see a good response [to the single]. It was lacking in some areas but I was just very proud that we were able to show a different step. Since we showed through this single that “we did not disband”, what’s next is more important. When we left JYPE, Director Jung Wook mentioned "Your role as a leader starts now." I'm realizing it now.

”I wanted to learn everything about the process of releasing an album and how difficult it is. I wanted to start again from scratch.”

Your role as a leader actually starts now.

I used to find the role of a leader burdensome at times but now I feel a greater sense of responsibility. While supporting each person’s journey, I thought I needed to be the one to step up once we got back together. We also talk regularly in our group chat. Not long ago, Jackson went to China. When Mark went to the USA, I could see him off but when Jackson was leaving, we couldn’t be together because of a schedule. So I told him to have a safe flight, apologised for not being able to see him off and thanked him too. He replied saying he’ll take care and be back.

What motivated you to leave the large agency you've been working with for a long time?

The thought came to mind suddenly as we were promoting as GOT7. Am I taking all these benefits I get for granted? When a schedule is released I just do it, and when they ask me to confirm things I do, but what kind of long process has it gone through before it came to me? Who sends a request and how is it processed? Why am I only waiting until it reaches me and simply watching it unfold? I wanted to be directly involved in that process. I wanted to learn everything about the process of releasing an album and how difficult it is. I want to be humble and start from the bottom again.

Didn't you need the courage?

Of course I did. I was also afraid. My position has risen to all the way up here, but when it comes to my actual knowledge, I think I'm only down there. I was afraid that the difference would feel too big once I left the company. But I think I would have been more afraid if I stayed at JYPE. Since that difference would have grown bigger and bigger. My real self is here, so I should face it head-on a little faster. That's what I thought.

As JAY B or as Def. who releases mixtapes and holds exhibitions, you must have had the desire to do something new.

I want to do research and build it up step by step without haste. JAY B will show hip hop and RnB music that appeals to the general public and Def. will do activities that Def. wants to do. It could be mixtapes or exhibitions, or other different kinds of fictions. Def. is the nickname I used as a bboy before I became a trainee. It’s like air floating about freely. It could be house or soul or acoustic or even modern rock. In a way, you can say that Def. is close to my “main self” but since I debuted as JAY B, I’ll also show a devoted side of myself through JAY B. I want to be a person who can do both what he has to do and what he wants to do freely.

Listening to your mixtapes, and hearing that you like the styles of D’Angelo and Ray Charles, you seem to be attached to the Southern US rhythm and blues and soul music.

I do like them a lot. I like the entire hip-hop culture that originated from there. That culture also includes DJing, graffiti and even bboying. Since I started as a bboy, I would look up older videos to watch, study the culture and also look into what each dance move symbolizes, with my bboying crew and that's how I became fascinated. What captivated me the most was their obstinacy. I felt respect towards the conviction and obstinacy they carried with their culture.

Is that mood still incorporated in your music and dance?

Yes. For example, I don’t think choreography is dance. I think dancing is when music plays and you like the rhythm and start humming and bobbing your head and moving your body. I think dancing is a free act you do out of enjoyment.

What was the reason you joined an idol group after starting out as a bboy?

I gained an interest in music too, not just dancing. When I was young, I listened to D’Angelo’s music and wanted to become a singer like him. But I was rebellious when I first joined JYPE. Haha. I was even suspended for a month once as a trainee. I definitely said hello but they said I didn’t so they said "If you're going to be stubborn, then go home" and me with my young heart replied “Then I shall head home.” and left. Then I met up with my bboying crew after a long time, and in just a few months it turned into a different world. The crew members were above me and I was worried because I could feel myself far away by myself. Should I go back to bboying? Should I continue as a trainee? In the end, I wanted to do my very best in whatever I chose so I decided to focus on becoming a singer. Since I wanted to do music, it was a choice I made with no regrets.

You started as a dancer and ended up as a main vocalist. What was music to you back then?

It was a challenge. Trainees are divided into singing and dancing. I joined as a dancer but what I wanted to do was become a singer and not just do dance. But since I was put into the dancing division, I worked even harder with singing to break that prejudice. I often felt defeated. I still feel defeated with singing. Haha. But music is about endless research. Now it’s more about research than studying.

You grew up as an only child to your parents who did farming?

I was an ordinary kid. I enjoyed Haruki’s Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage and thought the “colourless” kid was just like me. I was a calm kid who helped his parents with their farm work. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have any older siblings but they said I used to talk to myself a lot. My mother said there was a way she would know if I was home or not. If I was home, she would hear me talk to myself and be like “Oh really?” “Yes really” haha.

It’s extraordinary to read Haruki at that age.

There was an older friend that I knew and he was really cool. He looked really cool reading on the bus with his legs crossed. He said “Hey, Read a book and build up some knowledge.” As I was trying to be cool like him, I gained a favourite author and started reading more since I enjoyed it.

What kind of books do you like?

When I was a teenager I often read Kafka On The Shore. It felt like Kafka was just like me, and so while reading it, I even cried. The style of Murakami Radio was also interesting. The ending phrase “But I like that more…” was very witty. I’m collecting books from secondhand bookstores from authors who won the Young Author awards. I like Lee Jang-wook's short story Byeon Hee-bong. The main character knows the actor Byun Hee-bong, but the world doesn't know him. He would ask "Don't you know Byun Hee-bong from the movie The Host?" But no one knows. I like stories that don’t intend to be funny but they end up making me giggle.

What do you read these days?

I try to read poetry. I purchased and read the first volume that appeared on Moonji’s Poetry Collection, but it has too many Hanja characters. Haha. I started with Munhwak’s Poetry Collection. I have volumes 1 to 85. I also read poet Park Joon's collection of poems and poet Lee Eun-gyu's Affectionate Name. I even underlined and wrote things down.

Among the idols and musicians I’ve met, I think you are the most extensive reader.

We went on tours often and we would have a lot of time in my hotel room. When I went out I took pictures and when I stayed in my hotel room I read books. When I go on an overseas tour, I pack around 30 books in my suitcase. Then I bring back the books that left an impression on me, and those that didn’t sometimes I dispose of them there. These days, I look for independent publications too. I often look for independent publishing bookstores in Nakseongdae or Haebangchon. There are many books that contain honest stories that are not refined, and the power of those sentences is great.

How does reading influence your work?

The poetic expressions with poetic license help when writing lyrics. You read a new sentence and think “What is this expressing?” You receive inspiration from that image being expressed in a new way. I think of lyrics as poetry too. There are times I write how I feel honestly, but when I want to include a certain meaning I’d want to write the lyrics like poetry.

In your photo exhibition <ALONE> last year, you took pictures of objects and signs in the middle of the road.

Wouldn't it feel very lonely if you think about it from an object’s point of view? The camera captures just an instance but the object will stay there. I think each person has an insatiable loneliness. I like the artist Seonglib’s works, and I feel loneliness in his drawings. I don't know why I keep talking about loneliness, I guess I’m familiar with loneliness.

Seems like you take more pictures of objects and landscapes than people.

I don’t really like taking pictures of people. You can clearly see a person’s emotions in their eyes. I prefer hiding things rather than revealing them too much. I prefer objects, backgrounds, and natural objects rather than subjects that openly express 'It's me!'. Tranquil things, I like when you go past something and go “that’s how it was.” I try my best since my job requires being presented to people but that’s also how I am.

Who do you like as a movie director?

I like Woody Allen’s directing. My favourite is Match Point. It's a love story that goes beyond taboos, and it's electrifying. The face of the actor who secretly asks the reunited lover to give him her number remains in my memory for a long time. How could he direct such a real-looking, raw look in their eyes? When I was a theater and film major, I used to take directing classes rather than acting. If I were to direct a film, I would like to shoot an eccentric witty romantic comedy like Love Fiction directed by Jeon Gye-soo.

Are you self-conscious as an artist?

I’m interested in a variety of genres, and interact with crews often, but I think goofing off just because they are an artist is an arrogant attitude. Everyone is their own artist, no matter what they do, right? I'm not trying to be pretentious, I just think there's a difference in expression, and people who work in the office are also doing their own art. That’s why I’m a little shy about the title “artist.” Is there a need to be puffed up with pride because I’m an artist? I’m just a person.

While filming for “What's in my bag” and revealed your medications for depression and panic disorder. When did you face your depression?

I didn’t know I had depression. I thought I was being weak for a short while and let it pass. But on an occasion I got examined and found out I had depression. They asked how I lived by without going to the psychiatrist. I said I just thought I was the type to feel blue. Haha. I’m the type that doesn’t show [what is wrong] but they said I was in a state where I needed treatment. After going to counselling and taking medications, I’m much better now.

“I just wanted to talk about it. It may not show, but depression is both a common and dangerous illness.”

I think you’re cool for having the courage to talk about this.

I got diagnosed and looked at the people around me. There are friends who are ashamed of it and try to hide it, and there are friends who talk about it as if it’s insignificant. I just wanted to talk about it. It may not show, but it’s both a common and dangerous illness. A mental illness is an illness too. Among my fans, or those who read this interview, if there is someone who feels depressed, don’t be ashamed of it and I hope you receive treatment and overcome it. It’s not an embarrassing thing and it doesn’t need to be hidden. And I was filming content where I show what’s inside my bag; I can’t lie. I wish everyone would be healthy.

Are you bad at lying?

Yes. If I have to tell a lie, I think it’s just better to not say anything. Since I’m the type that’s honest and straightforward, I also don’t like beating around the bush.

Can you share a way one can take a step forward towards recovering from depression?

Look at the world in a broad view. Know that there are many places you haven’t been to yet and there are many things you haven’t felt yet. It's also good to take a walk and go off your usual route and take a path you've never been on. Small adventures can also be of great help. Just by leaving the house you’re already halfway there. I think there are more ways you can refresh yourself outside rather than inside. Also, I thought I was an honest person but after being diagnosed with depression, I thought I should be more honest with myself and more faithful to myself. At times like this, think of yourself before others.

What do you believe in?

I just believe in god. I don’t have a religion. I don’t know what kind of existence god is but I do believe that there is a god. When I’m thankful or am having a hard time, I pray. “Thank you.” “Please let me get through this wisely.”

What is the greatest motivation that moves you?

As long as I’m alive, I want to continue doing work that will leave a message. I believe that there is no next life. I think I should live this time diligently to the fullest. To have no regrets.

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