#it makes me feel like I'm missing something. is there smth I'm meant to be doing that will consequentially make me miserable

[kumakuma-circus]

not me listening to SNOWFLAKES on loop cuz it's low-key my favorite p4 song and realizing the lyrics like perfectly encompass yu's feelings about inaba and his friends and having to leave.

LOOK AT THIS SHIT. UGHHHHHH. THE PAIN OF HAVING MEDIA COMPREHENSION SKILLS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[front-facing-pokemon]

[pomefioredove]

also i just realised you said smth about vil prompts.. don't mind if i do talk about an idea that has been in my head for some time vil and someone who has trouble keeping up their skincare routine and tends to pick at their skin ESP IF THEY'RE IN POMEFIORE TOO since beauty.. skincare.. right its just something that has been tugging at me, you might enjoy it too ahaha (again, not a request !!)

TOO LATE I'm making this a request anyway (clearing out my inbox again) but headcanons and with pomfam cause I miss them

summary: reader who picks at their skin type of post: headcanons characters: vil, rook, epel additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, rook is rook

Epel is right there with you

if he wasn't being forced, he wouldn't be doing any of this at all

so he's always grateful when Vil goes after you and not him <3

in the beginning he'll say nothing if he sees you picking at your face

he gets it

he definitely misses the feeling of peeling skin off a sunburn (mm satisfying)

then he starts caring about you

and he figures that reminding you not to touch your face is a little easier than getting between you and Vil every time he chews you out

you two start doing your skincare together so you won't forget

somehow ends up with both of you improving

though... it's a long process

"Stop that. We'll both get in trouble for it, you hear?"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

for a while, Vil is close to buying a spray bottle to spritz you with water when you misbehave

luckily, he's not an animal

...that would smudge your makeup

at least he believes that you're forgetful (as you are in other areas)

for a few weeks, he will personally come oversee you and Epel doing your nighttime routine to make sure you don't skip any steps or fall asleep with dirt on your face

any time he catches you picking, he just straight up grabs your wrist and pulls it away

eventually he just starts leaving notes in the bathroom for you

reminders and such

will hold your hand to prevent you from touching your face

does not care if you're embarrassed

"Stop fidgeting. There is nothing romantic about this, and even if there was, perhaps some embarrassment would do you good,"

(acts as if he's not totally in love with this)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Rook takes a gentle approach

he's always had a soft spot for you, and he knows you're not doing it on purpose!

he sees you picking, he snaps his fingers to get your attention

it's subtle and saves you the embarrassment

how sweet, right?

then he starts doing it for other things, too

slouching? elbows on the table? talking too loud or too quiet?

he snaps and you straighten yourself out

(which is often, since he's always got an eye on you)

it's not until Epel sees it happening and gives you a weird look that you realize Rook has effectively been training you like a pet

little freak

and the worst part is that it works

"Ah, je suis désolée, I meant no harm! It's only that you respond so beautifully to me,"

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae(again), clearly our convo from insta got to my head, once again feeding ur soobin delulu(that's what I'm here for) bf!soobin x reader! (soobin and reader is dating and are living together)

it was mayb a few days before your cycle, which meant that you were hornier than usual. you waited for soobin to get home from work until you fell asleep. let's say your horny thoughts were really apparent as while you were having wet dreams, your moans were also happening in real time. and that's what soobin came back to. you moaning his name, asking him to fuck you deeper.

soobin couldn't hold back his thoughts either, and ended up joining you in bed. he starts leaving kisses along your prominent jawline, which he loved so much, until he reached your mouth, giving you soft pecks to wake you up from your slumber.

you were shocked when you realized that everything happening in your dream was happening to you in real time.

"wanna tell me what you were dreaming of? i heard you moaning my name and I want in on it." soobin said

(you alr know!! SMUT SMUT SMUT LETS GO hehe i hope it awakes smth in you gahh <33) enjoy~

• ENGAGEMENT RING

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 2.9k

pairings officeworkerbf!Soobin x ovulatingfem!reader

warnings slight fingering, edging, marking, breeding kink, cum play, mention of marriage (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note this would be special for my fellow moas who has sharp features like me. (I think this fic would come out a little bit biased than the others, please don't roast me 😖 I have a prominent jawline, and she's just feeding my delusions these past few weeks 😭😂) I just had to do it. Nevertheless, I hope you still enjoy this one, please just disregard the personalized features 😖😖😖)

"Bin, seriously! My back hurts so damn much," you groaned as you tried massaging your back for the nth time today.

Your body has been aching for a while now as your cycle was nearing. And there were no other symptoms to check, other than your aching lower back and a pounding headache.

Soobin was panicking, again. He doesn't know what to do first. Should he check on the food that he was cooking, answer the ringing phone, or attend to your needs?

You chuckled as you watched him pace around, not knowing what to do.

"Turn off the stove first, loverboy. Then answer the phone." You were now sprawled out on the couch. You tried your best to stretch, straighten, and relax your back. It just felt like you were being torn into two.

"Yes, I sent it already. All right. Let's check it tomorrow." Soobin was speaking to someone on the phone. Maybe his manager?

"Is something wrong?" you asked when he hangs up.

Soobin hums, sitting down on the couch in the free space just above your head.

"I think my manager misplaced, no, probably deleted the file I sent him," he said, gently stroking your hair.

You moved up a bit, making his thigh a makeshift pillow as you nuzzled your face against his abdomen.

"You're gonna go out early tomorrow then?" Your voice muffled with his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Looks like it," he sighs. "Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a massage," he adds.

"Dun' wanna," you pout, burying your face more in his abdomen.

"Come on, little bun," he coos, still running his fingers through your hair.

You eventually gave up. Especially since you were feeling so sore and achy in your lower back. Soobin gave you a massage just enough to ease the pain in your back. Not too much pressure, not too little.

After eating dinner and watching him do the dishes—he doesn't want you to do it, of course—you trudged your way to the bathroom. You wanted a warm bath. And a warm bath should be shared by two, right?

"Soobin," you warned. Soobin was planting wet kisses on your shoulder as you two were soaked in the water. The tub is overflowing as you two move.

"Yes, little bun," he answered innocently as he grinned.

"I wanted to relax," you said, rolling your eyes as you leaned on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Relax then. I know you're cycle is near, I just want you closer to me," Soobin muttered under his breath as he wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes were closed, relaxed from the steam coming from your warm bath, until you felt a wet, cold, slimy thing touch your skin.

"Hmm, Soob..." Your voice came out soft and whiny.

Soobin continued kissing and licking your shoulder. His kisses became open-mouthed as they traveled up to your neck.

"Fuck, Bin h-hah..." you squirmed, clutching his hand that was wrapped around you, tilting your head sideways to give more access to your neck.

"Ahh!" You yelped as you felt him sucking on your skin. His tongue is dancing across the red mark on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Bin, please..." He knows you want more. He could feel it. Five years of dating isn't nothing, he totally knows you now. What you want and what you don't.

Soobin pulled away, rubbing the mark with his finger. "Let's go and dry up, we might end up catching a cold," he announced.

"Soobin!" You screamed when he got out of the tub and grabbed the towels. He was silently smiling to himself. He got you all worked up, only leaving you wanting more.

After slipping on your pajamas, you quickly buried yourself in bed. Creating a huge distance between the two of you, pouting at what he just did.

Soobin stretched his hand out to reach your waist, trying to pull you closer. You swat his hand and place your pillows between the two of you. "Don't get any closer, I hate you," you pouted. Soobin only chuckled at you. He didn't move, and you fell into a deep slumber.

You woke up with a warm feeling on your cheeks. You snuggled closer to what you thought was your pillow, but weren't pillows supposed to be soft? They are in no way hard at all. You couldn't remember a time when you had a hard and warm pillow.

You opened your eyes to meet a shirtless man—your boyfriend. You were snuggled close to him, with his arm acting as your pillow. But his arm wasn't on your waist, it was just laying on his own waist.

"Hey Mr. Bunny, didn't I tell you not to get close to me?" You gently poked his chest, causing him to groan as he woke up.

"Hmm?" Soobin hums, clueless as to what was happening.

"I said, I told you not to get close to me, and you're even shirtless," you nagged.

"Excuse me, Miss Ma'am, you were the one who snuggled close to me, in this hot season at that." He yawns, his voice deep, hoarse, and sleepy.

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, still angry about last night.

"You don't believe me, don't you?" he chuckled, "Check the CCTV."

Your eyes flew towards the CCTV on the corner ceiling, flashing a small red light, almost invisible to bare eyes. You clicked your tongue, you know that CCTV footage could stand as big evidence.

"I hate you, Bin," you muttered, burying your face in his neck as you ran your hands along his fairly toned chest and abs before wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Mhm, I love you too, little bun," he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"What do you want for breakfast?" You asked, still feeling his body warmth radiating off of him.

"Little bun, I want some morning sex," he whispered, gently stroking your hair.

"Don't joke around like that. You're not the one to want those types of things." You pinched his waist as he chuckled, wincing from your pinch.

"You need to get up now, you're going out, right? I'll cook something for breakfast real quick." You sat down on the edge of your bed, fixing your hair. Soobin only sprawled his whole body on the bed. "Wake me up when breakfast is ready, I still want to sleep." His lips were pouty as he uttered his plea.

You gently tapped Soobin's shoulder to wake him up. "Bin. Wake up now, you're gonna be late," you whispered. Soobin grunts and only stirs for a bit before continuing to sleep.

"Loverboy, wake up now." You dipped your head down, kissing his shoulder.

Soobin's eyes flutter with your warm lips touching his fair skin. He smiles to himself, realizing you're giving him shoulder kisses.

Soobin turns, pulling you in for a kiss and a tight hug. Getting up to start preparing for the day.

"I'll get going now, little bun. Take care of yourself, 'mkay? I love you, sweetie," Soobin kissed the tip of your nose before closing the front door. You heard the car engine switch up and the faint sound as he drove away.

You plopped down on the couch, watching your favorite show, when your doorbell rang.

It's not Soobin, you're sure. He never rings the doorbell.

You peeked outside from the window, and you saw a delivery guy standing in front of your house. You open the door slightly, keeping the chain lock intact, just to be sure. You don't want your boyfriend to come home and find you dead.

"Ma'am there's delivery for Mr.... Choi Soobin?" The delivery guy reads the package. It was a small box. "Please sign here as you receive the package," he added.

You thanked the delivery guy and watched him stride away before locking your door.

You sat on the couch once again, turning off the TV as you searched for a cutter or a pair of scissors in the drawer just beside your couch.

You carefully cut the package. It's not yours, but Soobin never questioned you, even when you kept opening his packages. At least he knows it's safe.

You opened the small box, and a shiny little piece of jewelry was neatly sitting inside the box. Your initials and his surname were written in small letters, on a pendant.

You smiled, chuckling to yourself as you wore the necklace and took a picture of yourself. Your jawline was prominent as you looked sideways, taking multiple shots to send him.

Loverboy <3

You: I just received a package, loverboy. I love you :* [5 image attached]

Loverboy: Oh, I even forgot that. That's supposed to be my gift to you, but it was shipped so late. It looks pretty on you, little bun. You're so pretty. I love you so much :)

You felt so excited wearing the necklace, however, your shared apartment always felt empty whenever Soobin was out. It was boring. It was plain. It was just a building whenever he was out—a complete contrast to a home whenever he was with you inside.

After you've completed the chores you were supposed to do, eating your late lunch, and sneaking in an ice cream, the food coma kicks in.

You felt so sleepy, so you headed inside your room. "I'm just gonna take a small nap and wait for him," you muttered, scrolling through your phone to shake off your sleepiness.

You stopped scrolling when you saw a video in your gallery—it was Soobin, and it was a mirror shot. He's shirtless, only wearing his work slacks, and you were on his lap, his dress shirt only draped over your shoulder.

And you were reminded once again about last night. How he kept on fueling your heat only to leave you unsatisfied.

Your ovulation wasn't helping either. Feeling a lot more horny than usual. Especially with your boyfriend being as hot as freshly made bread.

You're body felt on fire as you clicked the video, he was moaning as you kept grinding above him. You played it so many times that it even served as a lullaby to you, slowly lulling you to sleep.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. It was only supposed to be an afternoon nap, but you haven't woken up yet. You didn't even notice the sound of the engine turning off in your garage. Nor the click of the key on the front door. And even the opening of the door to your bedroom.

Soobin watched your sweaty figure sleeping on the bed. Your brows are creasing, your fingers are twitching, and you are clutching the sheets. Small whines and soft whimpers are coming out of your mouth.

His eyes caught the phone warning for a low battery. Soobin swiped on the phone, almost throwing it back to the bed with how hot the phone was. The short video is on replay.

"Soobin..." His head snaps towards your figure as he watches you squirm.

"B-bin... More. N-need you..." You were whimpering. Soobin felt his tiredness suddenly melt away as he felt his cock twitch underneath his pants.

"Please... Deeper ohh, fuck..." Your moans were so soft that they made his stomach twist. You sounded so subby.

Soobin sat beside your sleeping figure, gently caressing your cheeks. Carefully putting away your hair strands, that were stuck against your sweaty forehead.

"Mmmph!" Your head turns to the side, as you rub your thighs together.

Soobin couldn't hold it any longer either. He dipped his head down, kissing your exposed and prominent jawline.

This was only one of the things he really loved about you. Your unique features. Your sharp facial feature completely contrasted with your soft heart.

Your breathy moans made the hair on his nape stand up, it felt too arousing for him. Especially how your lips were being caught between your teeth as you kept on clutching on the sheets.

Quickly slipping out of his buttoned shirt, he bends down once again, gently grabbing both of your wrists to pin them above your head as he continues to kiss your jawline. Soobin left pretty marks on the junction of your neck and shoulder, making him more worked up as your moans got more high-pitched.

His lips move back to your jawline, and he pulls back a little to hover above you, giving you small pecks on your lips as he slowly grinds above you. His hard and throbbing cock felt choked inside his pants.

Your eyes flutter open, grunting at the heavy feeling. Your eyes are meeting his pretty ones.

"Wanna... Wanna tell me what're you dreaming about, little bun? Hm?" Soobin asked, staring down at you, brushing his tongue over his red lips.

"You keep on moaning my name, it's making me feel aroused, you know," he grunts, bucking his hips.

"B-bin?" Your eyes widened, realizing this was not a dream. The real deal was already in front of you, no, above you, rather.

"Yes, pretty. The owner of the name you k-kept on moaning, hah..." His hips started rolling again as his eyes caught the dainty chain wrapped around your neck. "You look beautiful, it suits you," he muttered, barely above a whisper.

"Please," you whined, feeling his hardness pressing on you.

"You don't have to beg this time, I'll gladly give it to you." Soobin pressed on your wrists above your head with only a single hand, while the other travels down your body, feeling your curves.

"My beautiful lady." You bit your lower lip as you looked at him in the eye, doe eyes pleading for more intimate skin contact.

"L-let's get married, soon. I n-need you to carry my babies," he stutters as blush crept on his cheeks.

You nodded, wanting to be with him forever and build a family together.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, unzipping his pants with a single hand.

"N-no," you whispered. "There's a condom in the draw--"

"Can we do it raw? Fuck, please." His hand is now pulling your pajama shorts away. "Please, baby. Let's do it raw, please," he begs.

You felt the swirl of butterflies in your stomach. You haven't seen this side of Soobin yet. It feels new yet excitingly familiar. Being with Soobin, he had always practiced safe sex. Begging you to take the pill every time and always check to see if there's still a condom left.

"O-okay loverboy. Let's have it your way." You smiled at him, nodding.

Soobin lets go of your wrists, making you wrap one hand around his nape and the other on his back.

"You can be as wild as you want, bun."

Soobin slides in slowly, making you feel raw for the first time. It felt so different. You could feel every vein and curve of his cock. His warm shaft felt hot inside your wet cunt. Your head thrown back to the pillow as he pushes, reeling in the new feeling.

"H-hah! Fuck, S-soobin!" You let out a wanton moan.

"Mhhmp!" he buried his face in your neck as he thrust slowly, loving the new and raw feeling too.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, as you pulled him impossibly closer to you as your other hand clawed on his back.

"Hell..." Soobin winces at the pain from your nails clawing against his back. Maybe it was just him, but they felt sharper against his skin. Multiple long red marks are now visible on his back.

His thrusts were painstakingly slow. He was obviously living in the moment.

His lips and tongue wander on your skin once again. Leaving wet kisses and hickeys along your shoulder and chin. One of his hands sits under your head, holding you still. The other carefully massaging your mound.

"Lil bun... Baby..." he whispers, his pace slowly getting a bit faster.

Your answers turned out to be moans, whines, whimpers, and groans. You couldn't form coherent words.

"Will," he pauses, giving you one harsh thrust. "Will you marry me?"

You were lucky you could even let out a chuckle after receiving a harsh thrust.

"W-will you marry me, y/n?" He asked once again, his thrusts became harder and faster.

"Fuck, ahh! Y-yes!" You held his arm tight, jaw clenching at his fast pace.

"Mmmph! Ahh.." he tried muffling his moans by keeping his mouth closed and just letting out breathy moans.

"B-bin, I'm c-close..." You whined, your hands flying towards your mouth to cover it.

"Be loud," he commands, prying both of your hands away from your mouth.

One more harsh thrust pushed you to the edge, cumming and creaming on his cock, as a wanton moan of pleasure and overstimulation washed over you.

The hot and sloppy feeling made Soobin reach his own orgasm, spurting inside your walls.

He sweeps his hair back, still thrusting inside you from time to time, making sure you'll carry his babies.

Soobin pulls out, some of your mixed essences spilling through your hole. Soobin swipes a glob of it.

He then grabbed one of your hands, swiping the glob of cum on your ring finger in a circular manner.

"I'll ask again, will you marry me?" he chuckled.

"You're really dirty, Choi Soobin, but yes," you answered, smiling ear to ear, still catching your breath.

"Let's see who's the dirty one," he taunts as he swipes his finger once again on your seeping hole, making you suck on his digits.

"My pretty and dirty wife," he smirked as you looked at him with eyes full of lust. Deliciously sucking every drop from his fingers.

@binniesbooks 2024

[yueichihara]

Choose me.

◇Summary: Caleb and Zayne are more than just people you know, they're your childhood friends. The stories you share, the bonds that tie you together, remain. Regardless of anything that's happened, your love for them will always be there. Your feelings are clear, there was never a choice to make.

◇Content warnings: female!mc | fluff | angst | jealousy | jealous caleb | messaging and text style | mc x zayne | caleb = calbe | zayne = mr elsa |

Edit: posting the rest of the story now that I have the time to make it readable here, also adding the 'zayne x mc' tag because of obvious reasons!!! I might or might not be writing a caleb version. It depends on something I'm writing 'you x caleb' sooo.... don't get your hopes up just in case. Btw, the 'x chat' is there to guide the reader, mc gets them mixed up.

calbe chat:

calbe: what time did ya say you had to leave, again?

You: lemme check

around 5pm give or take

calbe: gee that means we have like… 3hs tops if i have to get all the way to the hotel to leave my stuff

You: yeh

calbe: remind me again why i cant leave it at your apt???

You: already told you i’m not staying home today and the padlocks at the building are being fixed i have to use the physical key for a few days its a pain in the ass

calbe: k anywaysssss did ya see yesterday episode of colour your life?? newt actually confessed to mike??? You: ikrrr!!!!!! like i totally thought he would bt nt riht in fron t of lindsay calbe: yo calm down you’re shitty typing again You: you know what i meant calbe: typing…

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

mr elsa chat: mr elsa: Guess what. You: what mr elsa: Guess You: 😒 okay then but what do i get if i guess correctly mr elsa: Isn’t the satisfaction of knowing me well, enough for you? You: no but okay then... you found those ginger and honey candies the old lady in the yellow house used to give us back in the day the ones we talked about last time mr elsa: Well, look at you. Sharp as an ice stalactite. You guessed right You: yasss wait please tell me you bought enough for me too mr elsa: Of course. I’ll give them to you when we meet tomorrow.

Trying to be the best friend possible, you’d been frantically arranging schedules between Caleb and Zayne. You had set the date for meeting Zayne last week when he told you he was free, but then Caleb called you to tell you he would be coming for a visit before a long trip. There was no way you would miss seeing any of them when it was such a hassle to coordinate. This was one of the things you hated about being a working adult: meeting with the people you cared the most about was nearly impossible.

It wasn’t even your day off. You had to talk to one of your teammates to trade with his own. Meeting Zayne was alright because it was in the evening, but Caleb would be arriving around noon and leaving on the same day. Time was gold.

You’d have loved to have them both together so that you could spend more time with both, but things were complicated. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw them talk to each other. It was such a long time ago…

A quack sound brings your attention back to your phone.

calbe chat: calbe: but honestly same also i didnt think mike’s dad would support their relationship he’s such an old dated dude

Chuckling to yourself, you type back.

You: lmao yeah but that part was so cute such a pity lindsay is such a bitch wine stains are not easy to wash off a white shirt calbe: lol did you spill wine on yourself or smth? You: not on myself but 

You hesitate before your next message. Zayne’s topic has been kind of taboo with Caleb, you can’t seem to figure out why, though. Even when you were all little, they seemed to bicker all the time, but they also had moments when they would make each other laugh. Nostalgia is a recurring feeling whenever you think of both of them. Yet, deep inside, you know it will never be the same again. Not after everything that’s happened.

But you can’t bring yourself to lie to Caleb, he’s your best friend after all.

You: last month i accompanied zayne to a charity event i accidentally tripped over my own two feet spilled the red wine all over him it was a disaster calbe: accompanied? lol  is he your child i wish i was there you could have washed it with my tears after laughing so hard  You:dudeee do you have any idea how much it was to remove that stain!? calbe: you could have just bought a new one You: great minds think alike cause thats what i did calbe: we should test our telepathy powers next time i’ll get a plushie at the claw machine and you have to guess if it was the one i wanted You: no wayyyy you could easily cheat that way calbe: i’ll write it down then You: yeah, but i’ll be the one to keep the note i can’t trust you calbe: typing…

Releasing a sigh, you release the tension that was building in your shoulders. Now, that was easy. Another quack interrupts you and you open the text bubble.

mr elsa chat: him: But what do I get in return? You: you can keep the plushie and if i win you have to buy me the limited edition mr beanie beanie!!! him: typing…

Changing screens, you open the ‘Linkon City Tourists Attractions’ article you were reading previously, not paying attention to the names on your chat’s bubble. You and Zayne had once talked about how little of Linkon you actually knew, your jobs making it almost impossible to visit new places. So now that you were both a little bit more free, you decided to challenge yourselves, touring the city and its most interesting places. 

Another bubble pops up.

calbe chat: him: I’m a very trustworthy person. You: certainly, you are ill have to repay you for your kindnessssssss how bout we visit that patisserie we saw on the news last time a colleague gifted me some coupons  she said their macarons taste like heaven him: typing…

Waiting for a response, your stomach suddenly growls. Blocking your phone, you make your way to your kitchen. Notifications keep coming in, but you focus on the task at hand, too hungry to care for anyone right now. 

When dinner’s ready, you sit on the couch and put on your favourite show. Taking your phone again, you open Zayne’s chat.

mr elsa chat:

mr elsa: ? Sure, if that’s what you want.  Sounds cute. You: it is!! saw some pictures of the place on their page it’s got a huge patio and a jasmine's garden we should totally take loads of photos there mr elsa: Okay? You: whats the question mark forrrrr i’m sure you’ll love it remember the time, yeah? mr elsa: Nothing. Yes, tomorrow 6pm.  😊 You: at the plaza anyways gotta go, my novela is starting mr elsa: Okay, see you tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late or else you’ll be nodding off the whole date. You: i will not!! mr elsa: *day You: goodnight mr elsa: Goodnight

You feel heat creep up your neck at his typo, wishing deep down he hadn’t corrected it. It was hard to keep a straight face whenever Zayne did something that could easily be misinterpreted. Sometimes you were sure he was coming onto you. But some other times, you were forced to bump into a wall of ice, impenetrably cold. You knew you had to bring it up sooner or later. For your own mental wellbeing.

Changing chats, you go back to Caleb’s, a long string of deleted messages leaving your previous conversation way too far into the ether.

calbe chat: calbe: so anyways lets do that… You: dude wth with all the deleting make up your mindd you’re not gonna get out of this one!!! calbe: seems like i wont btw, stop spacing out you took your sweet time to write back you missed all my complaining You: and thank the lemurian god i did wouldnt want to read all that anyway, gotta go colour your life’s new episode is startingggg byeeee calbe: whoa  whats more important your soap opera or me? You: obviously… my novela duh calbe: 😭 dont spoil it like the other time im on duty tonight You: kayyy good luck!! 😊 calbe: 😊

Following doctor’s orders, you sleep soon after, finally getting a good night’s sleep. Your mood is up through the roof, ready to tackle whatever comes your way today. You find Caleb already waiting for you near the arcade’s subway station, next to a banner from the new addition to the plushie family. It will soon be coming home to you, that’s for sure.

“Well, you look chirpy.” Caleb says when you’re close enough.

“I am.” You respond with a smug face. “I actually slept, which is a lot already. But it was a good sleep. I’m ready to kick ass today.” You throw your arms around him, giving him a tight hug.

Caleb smiles and hugs you back, lifting you off the ground as he turns around. “As long as it’s not mine, I’m fine with it.” With a giggle you fake a kick as he lets you down, both of you heading into the arcade. You hear your phone ring and signal for Caleb to go in while you step away to take the call, handing him your game card. 

“Zayne, is something wrong? It’s rare for you to call me on a day we’ll meet up.” You watch as Caleb nears the admission table, already getting his wallet out to recharge the cards. 

“Hey… not exactly. Well, maybe.” For him to hesitate this much, something must have gone wrong. You let him take his time as he finds his words, sending Caleb a thumbs up through the display window to show him everything’s alright. “I’m on my way to the clinic. They just called me because a patient of mine showed up with an open wound. I-” You hear him take a deep breath, trying to center himself. You feel the urge to turn away from Caleb’s watch. He might not be listening in to what you’re talking on your phone, but he’s been the one closest to you for years, he knows how to read your reactions and body language just as much as you can read his. And for some reason, you feel like you need to keep this private. Zayne lets out the breath he’d taken and continues. “I know we promised to meet today, and I’m not saying we won’t. I can assure you we will. But I’m not sure how long this would take, they described it to me on the phone, yet I need to take a look to know exactly. I’ll try to keep you updated, hopefully it’ll be quick and I’ll even have the time to go back home before we meet up.” This last part is said with resolve, his voice steady and firm. That’s how you know everything’s going to be alright.

With a smile, you turn back to the arcade, making your way to the door. When you see Caleb inside, watching you every move, your smile falters a little. “Then I guess I have nothing to worry about. See you later.” As Zayne hangs up, Caleb hands you your card back. “Thanks.”

“No need, you owe me one, pip-squeak.” He says as he points to the newly added plushie on the claw machine. “How about we put our telepathy to the test.” With twin smirks, you both head to the gaming area. As the time drags on, you receive a few messages from Zayne. 

mr elsa chat: mr elsa: The wound is fine. That sounds weird. It's normal, the procedure is simple. I’ll be out before 3pm. mr elsa: The operation was successful.  mr elsa: Since we’re meeting a few stations away from the hospital, I might have a late lunch and wander a little. Going home seems like too much of a hassle. mr elsa: I remember you telling me you had something else today so I guess that’s why you haven't been answering. Let me know if everything’s alright, see you later. You: hey, i’m sorry it’s good everything went well congrats on a successful operation1 you can tell me all about it when we meet cant wait!

You’d been checking on his messages but decided not to reply to him in case it would distract him, but now that he assured you he was finished and out, you replied back. You feel Caleb watching you from the corner of your eye, so you turn to him. “Should we go get something to drink? I’m thirsty from kicking your ass.”

He chuckles and looks away, walking towards the dining area. “And here I thought I was the one who was kicking your ass.”

“Puh-lease. If anything, we’re even. And we’ve still to check if our predictions were right about the telepathy thing. You promised to get me the Mr Beanie beanie that’s sold in the gift store!” He looks at you as if you were making no sense. “Ohh, don’t you dare look at me that way! You agreed to it!”

“Did a wanderer hit you in the head or something? What are you talking about?” 

“I told you yesterday.” You pull out your phone, going through your chat history trying to recall when you sent the message. “Did you delete my messages, too?” Before you could keep scrolling up the row of deleted messages, Caleb’s hand covers the screen and takes your phone. “Hey!” 

“I didn’t delete those.” He blocks your phone and puts it in your bag. “I remember now. Mr Beanie’s special limited edition beanie, right?” He nods as if to himself, so you nod, too. You know he’s acting weird, but you decide to let it go.

The afternoon goes smoothly and you walk Caleb to the station’s entrance. “Okay, I guess that’s all for today. Please, don’t forget to write back every once in a while. I know these missions require you to lose contact sometimes. But even an emoji is enough.” You fiddle with the strap of your purse, changing your weight from one foot to the other. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not that level of danger this time around, so I’ll keep pestering you for now.” He looks at you, head tilted to the side. “What’s got you so eager? We’re about to part for a few months, but you look like we’re meeting after a few months away. What was it you had going on later today, again?”

“Oh, um. I didn’t actually tell you what.” Guilt washes over you. You had exploited every second spent with Caleb, but your mind kept wandering towards Zayne every once in a while. Looking down at your feet, you’re about to actually tell him you’re meeting with Zayne, when you feel his hand ruffling your hair. “Hey! Stop that, you’ll mess up my hair.” You look up at him then, his warm smile sending you back in time. Suddenly, you’re both in high school again, Zayne long gone to university, both of you navigating life without a care in the world or worry for what’s to come.

“Don’t look at me like that, pip-squeak. It’s not like I want you to feel bad for parting with me,” His hand that was resting on the top of your head, moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing slightly over your skin. “but it would be nice if I was the only one in your mind when doing so.” You see his eyes dart down and then to his hand on your face, before he lowers it. He coughs and opens his arms. “Where’s my hug?”

You feel at odds with the interaction, but shake it off in favour of changing the atmosphere. You walk over to him and hug him, his huge build almost covering you. When you try to step back, he tightens his grip. “Caleb?”

“Sorry, just a little more. I need to recharge for the time I won’t be able to see you.” He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel him take a deep breath. 

You realise then that this will be the first time since you met again, that you’re going to spend so much time apart. Following his example, you take a deep breath, trying to remember the smell of your childhood, patting him a few times on his back. You feel him tense at first, but he soon relaxes. Finally stepping away, he cups your face and plants a kiss on your forehead, a big smile lighting his features. “You can go now, I’ll go get my stuff first.” You nod to him and say your goodbyes, heading over to take the subway towards Akso hospital. 

Messaging Zayne, your mind clears, the excitement making itself present again. Once you arrive at the station, you head towards the exit, a bounce in your step that you can no longer control. You were supposed to meet a few blocks down the road, but you catch a dark haired bump sticking out near your exit. You can’t help your wide smile as you come closer, his gaze finding yours through the multitude of people. 

You’ve always been super aware of Zayne’s expressions. Even when others couldn’t tell his feelings, just a slight narrow of his eyes, or a lift of the corner of his mouth, told you wonders about what he thought or was about to say. That’s why these kinds of new expressions made your stomach go crazy, butterflies spilling away: nonchalantly smiling, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place yet. “Hey. You made it.” His voice smooth and low, almost a whisper. That’s all it takes for you to feel your smile grow even bigger. 

“Yeah.” That’s all you can say at the moment, so you nod to clarify.

“Shall we?” Both of you turn to start walking towards the address of the patisserie you’d sent him this morning, when a shadow blocks your way, forcing you to take a step back. 

“Oh, so it was a check up appointment.” The voice makes your blood drain from your face, suddenly feeling how close you were to Zayne and stepping away. “Akso hospital is the other way, though.” You stare in disbelief at Caleb, who's standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes glaring daggers at Zayne. You’re about to freak out about him showing up in front of Zayne, remembering how he made you promise not to tell him about him being alive. But when you turn towards Zayne, ready to figure out what to say, you see no surprise reflected in his expression, his own cold gaze staring back at Caleb. Suddenly it dawns on you. Zayne already knew. 

Anger rises up, either at him or Caleb, you’re not sure. You’re about to speak up, when Zayne beats you to it. “It’s not a check up, it’s a date.” Date. That’s all it takes to mitigate your anger, apparently, because you’re forced to look down to hide the smile and the redness on your cheeks. 

“That’s weird. She didn’t mention it was a date, and we spent hours together today.” You look up when you hear Caleb’s teasing tone. It’s the same he’s always used whenever you three were together. But his choice of words was what put a frown on your face. “Oh, I see. Maybe you got it all wrong, Zayne. You shouldn’t force a patient to go out with you just because you have no friends.” The tone he used and the way he said Zayne’s name made your gut twist distastefully. Caleb was coming onto Zayne, the same way he did to your bullies back in high school. 

But you’re no longer that fragile little thing anymore, and Zayne’s no bully. You turn to grab Zayne’s arm, ready to pull him away, but he’s already staring at you. “I don’t think I’m forcing her to do anything.” His gaze lowers, his lips parting slightly as he stares at your mouth. He turns to Caleb as he offers you a hand to take, which you do without hesitation. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a place to be. You’ve monopolized her enough for today.” 

When you were kids, you’d always fight like this. Sometimes you’d take Caleb’s side and Zayne would just look away and go on, his gaze meeting yours throughout the day, Caleb feeling smug. And sometimes, you’d take Zayne’s side, his lips turning up slightly whenever you walked to his side. When the latter happened, Caleb was sure to make a tantrum, refusing to let go of your hand. You’d give him a hug, assuring him you’d take his side next time, and take the opportunity to get free and run to Zayne. It would take you days to make him smile again. 

Now, walking away with Zayne hand in hand, fingers entwined, you realise you had never really taken Caleb’s side. It had always ever been just Zayne. You had just wanted to appease Caleb’s mood, loving him enough to want him to be happy, but never enough to want to stay by his side. 

Stopping in your tracks, you turn around. Caleb’s standing still in the same place you left him, his back turned to you. “I need-” 

“I know.” When you turn to him, you see him looking back at Caleb, too. He squeezes your hand before letting go. “Go to him, I’ll be waiting.” He doesn’t look at you as he walks down the road towards the cafe.

Closing the distance in a few strides, you walk over to Caleb and get in front of him. “You’re acting stupid right now.” There’s sorrow in his gaze, but that’s something he’ll have to work on his own this time. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “Care to explain to me what was that all about? Did you meet Zayne after telling me not to tell him about you?” There’re hundreds of questions going around in your head right now, but there’s little time for that.

You see his jaw tighten, probably struggling between instinctively teasing you, or answering you straightforwardly. “Actually, I met him before you.” Both it is. 

“And you didn’t tell me because…” 

“Because I didn’t want you both talking and bonding over me being back.” You refrain from saying you’d actually started bonding because he was gone. It wasn’t the right time, this talk would have to wait. “You’re angry at me.” He says matter-of-factly. 

“I am. Do you know why?” You don’t know when you did it, but you’re standing the same way you do when you’re about to fight a horde of wanderers, legs spread apart, stance straight, arms hanging at your sides ready to punch or pull your guns. 

“Because I lied to you.” He looks down, arms falling at his sides.

“No, Caleb.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s because you look like a kicked puppy when it was you who pissed on the floor.” He chuckles at your comparison, making you smile, stress releasing slowly from your shoulders. “I don’t want to lose you again.” At the seriousness in your voice, he gazes up at you, meeting your eyes. “But you can’t ask me to choose, not this time.” He searches for something in your face, and whatever there is seems to not be the answer he needed. You see his shoulders slump, but he smiles, defeated.

“I know.” 

“I need to go.” You say, but you’re not going to, not until you know he can make this through. He sees your hesitations and his whole demeanor changes. He squares his shoulders and straightens his spine, holding his head high. 

“And I have work to do. My colleague must be waiting for me at the hotel. I’ll take my stuff and head back.” He reaches and ruffles your hair, a warm smile on his face. “See you later, pip-squeak.” He walks away, leaving you stunned and not giving you time to say anything back. You turn and watch his back blend in with the rest of the passersby. 

You stay like that for another minute, allowing yourself to grieve for something that might never be the same, that already wasn’t the same as before. And then you turn back, heading down the road towards the café. You find Zayne sitting at a table in the grand patio of the patisserie, staring at the jasmines blooming beautifully. His back is turned to you, but you don’t need to see his face to know he’s feeling down. You can see it in the angle of his shoulders, the way his head is lowered slightly, hands tightly pressed on his lap. Walking over to him, you lean down on his field of vision. “So, date, huh?” You smile at him.

He blinks slowly, seemingly unfazed, but you notice the shade of red of his ears. You pull back and walk over to the seat in front of him. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” He brings his hand to his face, trying to push up a set of glasses that are not there. You recognise this action now, as something he does when he gets nervous. 

“Too, bad. I don’t like missing out on dates with Dr. Zayne. After all, he doesn’t have any friends.” You take the menu from him, hiding your own nervousness behind it.

“I do have friends, by the way. I just prefer spending time with you more.” He puts two fingers on the top of the menu and gently pushes it down, your face flushed now exposed to him. You stare at the smirk on his mouth and ponder between slapping it or kissing it away. 

[poetthewriter]

Hello!! I'm a bit new to your writing but I'd like to request smth! :D

Could you do a Goodtimeswithscar Scar x GN!Cat-Hybrid!Reader? The reader has spots of fur on their body. It tends to poof up everytime Scar would compliment them! One shot or hcs are fine w me :))

-🌑 anon

OMG HEY HEY MOONY (i now will call you moony) IM SORRY THIS DID NOT SHOW UP ON MY PHONE INBOX BUT I IS ON MY COMPUTER THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME I MISSED IT!

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

Cozy kitty cat

GoodTimesWithScar x Gn!reader

Scar had always had quite an interest in the feline creatures and with that he even owned a friend of his own, Jellie, of course along with his love for cats that meant he loved you quite a lot. when he first met you, aside from your already attention catching looks, scar found great fascination in you cat like traits and soon this became one of his hobbies, trying to learn about your true self and kitty like antics.

Over time scar noticed even the smallest things about your hybrid side like how in the dark your eyes narrowed and you could always guide him through places at night, how every once and a while especially after sleeping you would stretch your back and arms out as far as you could and open your mouth showing off you pointy teeth, and how you would knead you hands into people after pouncing on top of them then continue to gently push you head into your friends rubbing you checks and hair against them.

This quest to learn more never failed to bore the young man but over time things started to change. yes your cat like features, antics, and habits where quite cute and charming but his focus on you shifted in a new direction.

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walking past a multitude of houses scar hummed gently, his steps had a swing in them and he seemed quite buzzy , the day was quite boring so far so Scar thought what better to do then visit his good friend, you. the flower sway beside him and he jumps up to you door, *knock knock knock* Scar pounds his fist on your door and waits for an answer, minutes past and the thought that you arnt home has crossed his mind but he shakes his head. only a few days prier the two of you talked about you weekly plans and you told him you would be home today.

after contemplating for a moment the eccentric man finally makes a decision, the window close to you door is open and it doesn't seem like you would get to angry at him...…

Scars foot balances between the porch and your window seal slipping back and forth he manages to pull him self through the opening. taking of his shoes he walks around your house with a big smile still painted on his face, a silly voice calls out your name but to no Advil there's still no response.

just before Scar goes to give up something catches his attention.

A shirt?

a shirt lays on the ground right in front of the laundry room, Scar picks it up and smiles at it knowing that its yours, trying to be kind Scar opens the laundry room door to put the shirt in there but to his surprise there you are laying on top of a piles of freshly dried clothes.

Scar cant help but laugh at the silly sight before him but try's to muffle his giggles as hard as he can as to not wake you up. as he calms down he cant help but stare, you lay there and somehow just from seeing you he feels calm, and purrs softly emit from you mouth and your ears softly switch.

slowly scar sits beside you on the massive pile of freshly clean clothing, towels and blankets and sinks in to the softness, his closes his eyes understanding why you fell asleep here, the makeshift bed is still super warm from the dryer and extra soft after being newly washed and after just moments he has already drifted asleep right beside you.

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your eyes flush open and you take a moment to adjust to the lights around you, looking around now awake a soft sound of breathing catches your ears, looking down beside you their sits scar and you cant help but heat up.

"huh... what time is it" Scar mumbles patting his hands around searching the room. "wait, Y/n! I forgot I came, did I scare you?" he continues speaking with a grin.

"What are you doing here Pretty boy?" you respond to his antics and you cling on to him pushing you ears as well as hair into the crook of his neck. Scar sits there all giddy over the nickname you commonly call him that he doesn't really notice that you turn on some lanterns until you have finished lighting them all.

"i was a little bored~ and what better to do then to visit my favorite catlike friend!" he pipes dragging out some of his word extenuating his smirky dimeter, the patches of you fur poof up as he finishes complementing you and your cheeks rose up as you tuck your face into you hands.

"Awwwww! i love when you fur poofs up like that" scar says reaching his hand you pet the soft patch on your right cheek and scratch the back of your ear, normally some cat hybrid didn't like when people touched them or pet them but you liked it to be honest you quite like when your friends pat you head or pick up on your cat like traits you found it to be quite endearing but with scar everything was different you loved it. Scar was your person always the kindest and most accepting of you he made you feel better then anyone had, the man loved you cat like self but overtime things changed.

"thank you Scar" you respond to his previous comment but little did he know that you weren't just thinking him for the complements he showered you with but for the love he shared with you. you pull scar up of the pile of now cold clothing and drag him to the living room, the couch is pulled out covered in piles of warm blankets and fuzzy pillows and the room is kept warm by the gentle fire.

Adding a few logs of wood in to the fireplace you finally sit down with Scar once again and the two of you huddle into the warmth of the house and each other. huh?.. wait is this normal for friends?......

Scar finally understands yes he loved your cat side but the only reason he loves it as much as he does is because its a part of you, everything you do cat like or not he loves and finds ever so charming, so he could care less hybrid or not he loves you.

three words come out of you mouth as if you had read his mind right as you fall asleep you cant help but say..

"i love you"

[starcraftt]

i was finally home. to stay ── .✦

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i'm obsessed and that's okay. REASONING : i got bored nd had cooked up some ponyboy headcanons so jst decided to make all of them some. ^^ <3 WARNINGS : none of these are probably accurate i dunno man it's late?? like,, really late and i have school tomorrow i'm sorry. :( </3 ( no actual warnings that i could think of !! )

RANDOM OUTSIDERS HEADCANONS !!

゜✦゜₊⁺  ✦゜₊⁺   ✦゜₊⁺  ゜゜✦゜₊⁺  ✦゜₊⁺   ✦゜₊⁺  ゜゜✦゜₊⁺  ✦゜₊⁺   ✦゜₊⁺  ゜゜✦゜₊⁺ 

𝐏 𝐎 𝐍 𝐘 𝐁 𝐎 𝐘

|| 𝐂 𝐔 𝐑 �� 𝐈 𝐒

— Ponyboy wouldn't like puddles. I feel like he just doesn't like rain in general, so he can stay in and read, but I feel like if he had to go out, he would hate stepping in puddles or passing through them. ( iykyk and i'm crying lmao )

— PONYBOY CAN DRAW AND I FEEL LIKE WE ALL FORGET THAT SO, i feel like you could find him drawing what he imagines book characters to look like, or objects in the books??

— Ponyboy is a perfectionist but only on some things.

— OML Soda has totally walked into their room to find Ponyboy c r y i n g on his bed, and after Pony calms down, Soda asked what he was crying about only to find out it was about a book.

"are you kidding me pony" "i'm sORRY"

— has a weird addiction to horror movies despite hating them and they give him nightmares i cant. they're his guilty pleasure because darry always says the cause of his nightmares were the horror movies he watched.

𝐒 𝐎 𝐃 𝐀 𝐏 𝐎 𝐏

|| 𝐂 𝐔 𝐑 𝐓 𝐈 𝐒

— Sodapop actually isn't that bad at spelling, he just forgets a letter here and there. Like, he'll misspell 'missing' as 'mising', but the next time he writes 'missing' he'll spell it right. his mind is just too distracted and i feel that.

— SODA HAS TOTALLY TRIPPED IN FRONT OF A GIRL AND TRIED TO PLAY IT OFF SO CHILL.

"meant to do that" coughs

— Soda 100% tries his best to help Darry with the bills and such, hating to see his older brother weighed down with all the stress. Never thinks he could do what Darry does nd admires him lots.

— actually kinda enjoys being on the side of watching his friends mess around like?? Sodapop loves knowing that his friends all get along nd -- agjshshshjgshshs

— he supports it fully if/when the steve is the one attracting the girls one day, never the jealous one.

— LEGIT THE BEST WINGMAN.

"hey, what's up?"

(probably evie or smth) "oh, hey." her friends around her giggling at sodapop because he's cute. <3

"so, you see that guy over there?" gestures wildly over at steve. "yeah he kinda needs someone to dance with." casually leans against the wall like he's flirting with her as he winks subtly.

𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐑 𝐘

|| 𝐂 𝐔 𝐑 𝐓 𝐈 𝐒

— Darry would totally be one of those people who seem like they instantly know how to do everything but I feel when he used to have free time he'd jst randomly learn random things.

"darry you know how to juggle??"

"yes."

"darry you know how to cartwheel?"

"yes."

"darry you know how to read??"

"pony --"

— hates supernatural things, ghosts actually scare the shit out of him im not kidding.

— but when he watches horror movies he's just sitting there blankly while pony is trying to not scream at his side. and when they walk out and ponyboy's jst all shaking nd stuff darry's just like: "broski you okay?"

— loves organization for no reason, it doesn't help him have a clear mind or anything he just . . . goes into pony and soda's room . . . . . and organizes,,,

𝐓 𝐖 𝐎 - 𝐁 𝐈 𝐓

|| 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐖 𝐒

— Two-Bit ( doesn't get enough love ) probably had a childhood crush on Minnie Mouse.

tries not to admit it or is boldly proud of it. depends on who he's talking to.

— Two-Bit doesn't cry over real life things, but he would totally sob over a Mickey Mouse episode or something.

— Legit the smartest ever but doesn't attempt at school and this is why he was held back.

— TOTALLY USED TO HAVE A STUTTER WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER.

— you could NOT understand this boy it was that bad.

until his mom made him start reading to her aloud and it got better. 👍

— actually has once almost passed out from wheezing laughing too hard.

— drama queen and we love him.

𝐉 𝐎 𝐇 𝐍 𝐍 𝐘

|| 𝐂 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄

— Rip Johnny Cade, you would've loved child protective services.

— Johnny probably has tried his hand at creative writing nd he totally enjoyed it. Hates writing essays nd shit though.

— PLS PONYBOY WHEN HE HEARD JOHNNY WRITES A BIT FORCED HIM TO SHARE SO NOW THE TWO HAVE TIMES WHERE THEY BOTH SHARE RECENT WRITINGS AJGHHSJ ponyboy fr johnny's hype man because he knows how hard writers are on themselves (most of the time) </3

"i wrote this one yesterday idk man i don't like it"

"what the fuck johnny this is amazing??"

— johnny has and forever will create characters based on people from the gang. just someone from the gang casually inspired a part of the character. he didn't use to be so subtle about it though.

scribbled down character sheet with jst the basics - 'james thomas: funny guy and the only thing that comes out of his mouth are jokes'

"johnny is this two-bit"

"no."

— leGIT, he once saw someone at school doing a sick secret handshake and convinced ponyboy to make one up with him.

— he probably once didn't like dallas because ponyboy admitted randomly how he didn't like dally and johnny just kinda went with that.

𝐃 𝐀 𝐋 𝐋 𝐀 𝐒

|| 𝐖 𝐈 𝐍 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐍

— Dallas Winston cries at seeing spiders and you cannot change my mind with this. When he's around someone though he tries to play it off so cool though.

— he gets cuddly when he's drunk and johnny is most normally the prime target for hugs.

— says he hates kids but also hates seeing kids cry and will probably try and do something to make them feel better so they'll just stop crying.

— used to have a lisp on the word 'world'.

— genuinely loves any affection but is not willing to give it himself.

𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄

|| 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐋 𝐄

— Steve,,, i feel like he doesn't actually enjoy Mickey Mouse, he just watches it when it's on because it's something to watch and he knows if he admits it, Two-Bit would hit him and then cry.

— literally can sing the greatest ever but you never catch him doing it. not even soda knows so you know it's secret.

— cannot focus at work when it's just soda and him, all giggling and messing around until a customer walks in and bro just shuts up as quickly as he can without making himself laugh again.

— steve totally used to legit bully the fuck out of ponyboy when pony was like, five. he's toned it down. it's not that physical anymore.

— steve, and i cannot stress this enough, is such a fucking simp i cant.

— the best best friend. i feel like he'd try and act all 'tuff' and stuff, 'forget' what soda or one of the curtis gang mentioned wanting before getting that exact thing for them on a gift-giving holiday. he saved up so he could get them that. :(

[sungbeam]

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW — act I, scene v

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, mentions of grief and terminal illness, written in third person pov

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a/n: whenever i come back to this series, i remember how hard it is to write it

SUMMER (RISING SENIORS).

Yn had not sent a picture back to Intak. In fact, she hadn't even opened his messages. Intak couldn't decide which was worse—being left on "read" or on "delivered." Both were equally quite horrible, but as the day went on with radio silence from her end, he continuously had to remind himself that she had responsibilities and a life. She couldn't be at his beck and call, and she certainly wouldn't ever entertain the idea of being so.

But one little text would have eased his mind. Just one, little text.

Intak flopped onto the couch in the living room of his house, the entirety of which remained just as cold and empty as it always was. In a way, the quiet was good because it meant that his father wasn't home, taking with him that thick, haunting presence of his. Intak sometimes imagined that he walked around with a massive cloud of fog clinging to his legs and feet, and that image had engraved itself into his head since he was an adolescent, more so now that his father's murky fog would soon consume Intak in all of those heavy expectations.

He lifted his phone up to catch a glimpse of the time. He would have to leave for that one dance class soon, the one that he and his friends had signed up for together to occupy themselves during the summer. If Intak wasn't forced to take over the company after his schooling, he would be dancing, or maybe even reading shit, like proper literature, and writing poetry about dead older brothers and forbidden friendships with strangers who felt closer to him than his own family.

He was tempted to text Yn just to check in. Something like 'hey bff i'm bored as hell and sad as fuck hbu' or 'miss u and worried about u text me back?' or god forbid, 'i've been trying to imagine what u look like but i have a feeling a picture won't do u justice.' God, he really needed to stop watching those cursed romcoms when he was bor—

Bzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.

Intak leapt out of his skin in surprise.

He reached into his pants pocket to withdraw Jaehyuk's phone. The notifications from Yn came in rapid succession at the top of the screen:

yer a wizard yn!: sorry i went mia for like a day

yer a wizard yn!: smth came up

yer a wizard yn!: cute pic btw :') ig i owe u a pfp too

yer a wizard yn!: *sent a photo*

Intak held his breath, then forced himself to turn away from the phone screen. Was he ready for this? Was he ready for her reveal? This felt like an invasion of privacy, especially with how carefully she kept her identity hidden the first few weeks they'd been texting each other. It hadn't been until recently that Yn had begun to let him learn things about her.

It wasn't like he forced her though… right? It was out of her own want and will. It was her choice and he—

He was going to fully indulge in that.

Intak finally opened up the full chat to view the messages she'd sent.

And lo and behold, there she was. It was a casual selfie, seeming to be taken in front of a window by the way the sun shone over her face in a gold-colored glow. She wore a dark T-shirt with a logo Intak couldn’t quite make out from the way her arms and hair were positioned. In fact, he could only see about half of her face from the way she hid the lower half behind her pulled-up knees. But her eyes crinkled enough that he could see that she was smiling.

The soft smile on his face was a stark contrast to the sharp palpitations of his heart in his chest. Before, he could never imagine the face he was speaking to across the phone—rather, it had always just been a person with blurred features. Now that he could put a face to the name, and the voice, and the character…

Intak saved the picture and set it as Yn’s contact photo. He wondered if he should have even been doing this since Jae didn’t even have a contact photo saved for her. (But now that she had sent it, it wasn’t like Intak was going to resist setting that photo as her contact, especially since it was an excuse to stare at it while he was texting her.)

jae’s phone: that photo is not fair that’s like… half ur face dude >://// /j

jae’s phone: but thank uuuuuuu i KNEW u were cute

He chewed on his bottom lip, quickly adding onto his previous texts since it seemed like Yn wasn’t going to reply back any time soon.

jae’s phone: ik ur the one who suggested swapping photos, but i hope u didn’t feel obligated to. ik u were never super comfortable w sharing personal info abt urself w me, but i’m genuinely really happy to get to know u better

jae’s phone: lol idk y that got kinda sappy ? but i hope everything’s good on ur end!!

jae’s phone: i’ve gotta go to a dance lesson rn tho so ttyl ynieee!!!!

Intak sighed as he forced himself to click out of his and Yn’s direct messages, and to haul his ass off the couch. He had, at multiple instances, contemplated why he felt so attached to Yn. Perhaps it was because she was so close to his brother and this truly was just his own kind of closure. Or it was something else, too.

Yn's eyes burned holes through the notifications that sat at the top of her phone screen. It had been several hours since Intak had sent them, and she knew exactly what they said. She'd even mentally written out and sent several replies, but never physically carried them out. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The heavy weight that had settled on her chest from a day ago still rested there. Usually, privileged shit Summit kids did to her and in front of her were annoying, but she'd learned to grow thick skin. She didn't know why this time affected her so poorly. Then again, the fact that neither Jongseob nor Shota had gotten over it could have contributed to her own mood, too.

Her brothers in arms had been quiet since then, barely speaking unless necessity prevailed. The shop had never been so quiet before, and even when customers and neighbors came by with a friendly word or joke, they would force a smile onto their faces or a laugh from their throats. She could hear the strain, the grudge and emotions tugging at the corners of their mouths.

"If I had the money…" Yn remembered hearing Jongseob muttering under his breath the night of the incident. She knew exactly what he was thinking then and there. All the bitterness in the negative space.

They'd all grown to have thick skin, but it was bound to crack at some point. They weren't made of steel, after all.

After a long, grueling day at the shop, Yn, Shota, and Jongseob returned to Yn's house to wash up for the evening. The walk home had been quiet, and she'd been itching to reach for her phone and finally open up Intak's messages…

She cleared her throat. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the living room," she voiced aloud to the two of them as she unlocked the front door.

Jongseob grunted, "Why?"

"We're watching Clueless."

Shota let out a snort as Jongseob threw his head back in a loud groan. "You're shitting me. Any other movie than that one, Yn. We've watched that, like, fifteen times."

With her back still to them, she could let herself smile just a little. All she had been looking for was that reaction from him. "Okay, well, if you can be on the couch in fifteen minutes, then you can choose a different—"

She hadn't even finished what she was saying when the two of them bolted past her, exclaiming at each other as they raced for access to the closest bathroom. Yn laughed under her breath, nudging the door closed behind her with the toe of her shoe. She hadn't even been sure whether or not the two would stay here with her or not since they basically stayed shut up in the old extra bedroom instead of hanging out. Though they would have been in the house, it had sounded like no one else was home.

But now? Yn made her way into the kitchen to get dinner started. Hopefully she could get something on the stove by the time one of them hopped out of the shower. Knowing Jongseob though…

She estimated that it was about five minutes later that Jongseob's elephant stomps sounded down the hall, nearing the living room and kitchen at high speed. Seconds later, a blur of orange and white launched himself over the back of the couch. As she expected, it was Jongseob with that freshly showered glow, damp hair, and a white towel hanging around his shoulders.

Her amused gaze clashed with his, and though his face was pressed into a deadpan, she saw the glimmer in his irises. He told her, "We're watching Star Wars."

Yn grinned. "Deal's a deal, kid."

Right on cue, Shota came sliding into the living room with his dampened locks tied up and out of his face with a Hello Kitty hair tie he no doubt found in the drawers of the bathroom. She wondered how he found stuff like that, stuff that she had ditched so long ago when she was much younger. She raised her eyebrows at him. “I’m starting to think that neither of you actually use soap when you shower.”

“I’m productive when I’m given motive,” Shota replied, collapsing onto the couch next to Jongseob. She could already hear the tell-tale explosion of sound that was the Star Wars main theme.

It was several hours later when dinner was eaten, dishes were washed, and the lot of them were one and a half Star Wars movies in that Yn stared at her notifications again. Intak hadn't sent anything else since those last messages, and there was a distinct feeling of guilt stewing in the back of her brain. At this point, it overpowered any feelings of annoyance or bitterness from the other day's incident. It was always at evening hours when the overthinking started.

Intak had been good to her thus far, though, and it wasn't fair that she took out her annoyance on him. He had done nothing bad—a part of her countered with “yet.”

She could see the start of his messages: That photo's like half your face dude… I've got to go to a dance lesson though so…

It was all completely harmless, and yet, her heart pounded in her chest from not being able to fully read his reaction to her face reveal. Of course she cared what he thought. She chalked it up to the fact that Intak himself was a pretty face, and it was perfectly normal to be self conscious.

Yn raised her head for a moment when she caught a flash of quick movement from the TV, then felt a pair of eyes on her.

While Shota was curled up at the far end of the couch, Jongseob was seated next to her and saw who's messages sat at the top of her screen. The two of them connected gazes; he said nothing, showed nothing.

A different type of guilt rushed into her head.

Jongseob turned back to the screen, and she was back to square one.

The house was quiet by the time Yn tucked her friends beneath quilts on the couch. Her mom had come home sometime between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace, then crashed immediately after disappearing into her room, leaving Yn to haunt the hallways of her house in the dark and silence by herself.

She perched on the edge of her bed with the light of her phone screen illuminating her face. There were those unread messages at the top of her screen again, yelling at her to just take a peak. There was no harm in seeing what he said—but there was. He would see the Read sign beneath his messages and think the worst.

With nothing else stopping her but her own thoughts, she tapped the notification.

The text chain opened up before her in full. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as she expected. He was just being his bright, sweet self here. Her lips pursed into a slight smile as she read over his sappy talk at the end; it was appreciated though.

But now it was a matter of replying.

He probably thought she was busy all day again, but the guilt of “punishing” him for something that people from his community did and not him personally was eating her up inside.

“Ahem.”

She stopped, eyes widening as her head shot up like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. A drowsy Jongseob stood in her doorway with his eyes at half-mast and his mouth widened in a yawn. Sometimes she forgot that her friend was still a kid—that they were all just kids. “Hey,” she whispered to him. “Did I wake you up or something?”

He shook his head and suddenly looked a lot more awake. “The text messages you got earlier,” he drawled, inclining his chin at her phone.

“Oh.” She glanced down at the screen, then back up at him. “Seob, I—”

“He's gonna hurt you, Yn.”

Her chest felt so hollow all of a sudden. What?

He folded his arms in front of himself, cupping his palms under his elbows. Jongseob's eyebrows furrowed together as if in thought or in an attempt to look firm. “He's gonna hurt you like Jae did.”

No, the hollow feeling was because her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Everything felt like it was falling out from under her with that statement. Yn said slowly, gently, “Jongseob, Jae didn't mean to hurt us. He didn't mean to get sick. He couldn't control it, Seob. You know that that's not fair.”

Sometimes it was hard to not let the anger seep through into blame and misunderstanding. That was just the grief talking. When those thoughts resurfaced, it was just as difficult to deal with the resulting guilt of ever blaming them later on.

Losing someone was just devastating.

Jongseob sniffled though, and she backtracked on her previous thought. But this wasn't that, was it? “Yeah, well—it seems whether they do it on purpose or not, that's all they do up there: hurt people.”

Her mouth felt so dry then, so helplessly wordless. Her throat was just as voiceless. These kids—her friends—had gone through all that pain just as she had. She couldn't blame them most of the time because she knew where they were coming from.

Jongseob poked his tongue in his cheek. “I know you miss him.”

Yn's fingers curled around the edges of her phone, like she could hold onto whoever was on the other side.

“I miss him, too,” he said.

A stinging sensation erupted in the corners of her eyes and she reached up to staunch the tears like they were cuts, and they were bleeding.

“But no matter their intention, a ghost can only haunt,” he muttered. He let that thought simmer for a second before citing his source, “Got that one off of Pinterest.”

The last comment made a laugh sputter out of her mouth, wet but touched. She sniffled at the same time he did. “I was gonna say,” she said, her voice watery, “when'd you get so smart?”

“I've always been smart,” he scoffed. He exhaled, still lingering on the threshold before waddling over to where she was perched on the bed. Awkwardly, he brought his arms around her upper body and gently patted her back. “Is this helping?”

Yn wrapped her arms around him to reciprocate. “Yeah.”

“Thank god.”

A ghost can only haunt. Maybe it was how fast it had all happened that none of them really got proper closure or got to say goodbye. They would never get a chance to see him ever again, to tell him they felt something for him close to love, and enjoyed his company despite his being from the Summit. There was no chance they'd be invited to the funeral, and there was little possibility of ever visiting his grave. There were only memories and a phone number.

One day he was here, and the next… well the next, Yn was texting Intak. Was this history repeating itself, or would this ending turn into a new beginning entirely?

When they both pulled back from their embrace, Jongseob poked her cheek. “You know I never know what to do when you cry, right?”

She reached up to swipe her palm across her dampened cheeks. “Yeah. You did good, kid.”

That made the corners of his mouth curl up a bit. “I just don't want this guy to be another reason you cry.”

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Armand thoughts:

Show-Armand is not nearly half as evil and gremlin-like as people make him out to be.

I feel with all his 'scheming' he merely goes with the flow of what is happening. He's smart and manipulative, but it isn't 3d chess he's playing.

I wanted him portrayed as truely unhinged in the last ep for one reason:

He would have had actual agency.

Yes, Louis is the manipulated one, but Armand still appears freakishly passive despite being the manipulator.

Armand needs to be connected to someone/something or he loses it. So he needed 'the old rituals' and he needed his coven.

Louis was this shiny new thing he felt drawn to but Louis didn't treat him with much love.

He didn't want to define their relationship or acknowledge it in front of others, didn't take him seriously and I'm not even sure he really did love him un the end.

That 'yeah I love him, but don't tell him, it will get to his head' comment, yeah. It was meant as teasing but didn't sit right with me. Especially given Armand's backstory and various traumata.

So Armand chose his coven for opportunistic reasons. Louis wasn't a sure thing. The coven was.

Which made him direct the play. But that wasn't a big plan, to me it was just what the coven expected, so he went all in (unless I missed smth there).

And when Louis took out Armand's security net- the coven, Armand went back to Louis, since he was out of options.

Also opportunistic. And yes, he lied. What else was he supposed to do?

During the confrontation with Lestat Armand stood around like a prop. Let himself be used in a humiliating way (that kiss in that context was gross).

And yes, at that point he had tried to get Louis killed, which doesn't make the whole scene more evil in my eyes, but actually pathetic.

He was just desperatly jumping from one to the other and back in hopes of belonging/connection.

In the very end Armand was just shocked, desperate and lost.

I don't feel anger regarding what he did.

I pity him and I want somebody to truely appreciate him.

Which wont happen.

Maybe I'm books-biased knowing his messed up backstory, he does have his wires crossed the wrong way (and acknowledges it).

Anyways in the show context (taking into account that most characters are messed up monsters) he is not more evil to me than others. And in no way a villain or antagonist.

I know Louis had horrible things happen to him because of Armand and yet it still feels to me like Armand is simply collateral damage in the Louis/Lestat drama.

At least he took action in turning Daniel, which might also be out of desperation.

He tied himself to the person, who took his last security net, like he always does. But since there isn't a deeper connection between them yet, Armand bailed (for now).

I'm not entirely happy with what the show did here, but Assad's phenomenal acting definetly makes up for it.

[lostgracestories]

Idk you, but I rlly like the idea that Morgott use a human disguise when in public (maybe mimic veil or smth else)

So imagine veiled!Morgott being teased by his tarnished consort and trying to make him purr or flustered because he would be an absolute cutie patootie <3

Also the big tired grandpa vibes-

HOLD. MY. COFFEE. I LOVE YOU I COULD KISS YOU (veiled!Morgott writings are a FAV of mine <33333333) I need to show y'all the sketches I have of veiled!Morgott soon now, lol!

Anyways! I wrote a little minific? Drabble? Idk the terms lol I wrote something and here it is <3

erm, apologies for mistakes I'm like half awake rn lmao wc: 631 tw: self-loathing Morgott (typical but very mild)

Veil or no Veil...

It had been some months since you had sealed your consortship with Morgott. There had been a small and brief wedding. This had been due to your, now husband's, fear of betrothing you in his hideous form. You'd had to beg him just for the small wedding not to use mimic veil. Now, here you both were. Morgott had promised you a grand afternoon in the markets, he had even told you that you had no spending limit. It was a rare planned date from your husband and it caused you to bubble with excitement. Well... this was until you saw the man that offered his hand to you with a slow and regal bow...

He was using mimic veil...

"Beloved- do you truly need to hide your features for a simple outing this afterno-" Morgott cut you off, standing tall and it was clear he was not going to allow protest this time. Perhaps... if it made him more comfortable... you were alright with it.

"I will hear no words of protest fall from thy lips. Come, let us enjoy this day fore we must return" You offered a careful look but took your husband's hand in yours, sighing as your shoulders, and his, relaxed. You hadn't noticed you'd been so tense. Without another moment to think, Morgott led you onward, guiding you toward the market.

You watched as his silvery curls, tied into a messy bun, bobbed and lightly blew around with his movements. He was still tall like this but not nearly as tall as you knew him to truly be. He had muscle in this form as well but it could not compare to the large fur and hair strewn biceps that you so dearly loved... if only he saw himself the way that you did.

As hours passed by and you ventured the market with your husband, you found that you quite missed the subtle swish of his tail behind him when you spoke to him. Now, as you stood in your shared favorite bookstore, you watched as Morgott became engrossed in the wide variety of poetry adorning the back shelves. A sly grin pulled at your lips as a devious thought came to mind and you slowly and quietly approached while his hands held the spine of a particular book, his eyes locked on a page...

The purr you drew from him was jarring and loud. He had not expected your gentle fingers to come trailing up his back as you looked over his arm to see what he read. For a moment he was locked in place, utterly embarrassed at the sound you had drawn out of him, in his veiled guise no less...

"Love of mine-" He hadn't meant to but his voice came out low and raspy and above all else... flustered...

"You make such pretty noises, love... if only you would pair your gorgeous face with them..." You hummed thoughtfully as you twirled a strand of his hair between your finger tips.

Morgott's breath caught in his throat at her bold proclamation, in public no less. He wasn't sure if he should feel mortified or scoop her up and rush home with her. His one eye blinked at her simply in shock as she smiled to him innocently, her hand coming up to brush over the bandage always wrapped over his unseeing eye in this form.

"Thou art truly seeking to kill me... I can not stand such claims..." You felt a sly grin pull at your lips once more as you placed a hand over his veiled form's chest. You lingered for a moment before finally speaking once more. It was off topic, but you could hardly keep the words from escaping. "I would love you, veil or no veil..."

[pseudophanti]

Also afraid of sounding preachy, but i've been thinking about that too. Like if you stan dnp then i assume you like having a parasocial relationship with them? And you want it to feel like you are both getting something out of it right? They do lean into that aspect a lot (and profit from it of course) but i really dont think they exploit it for money as much as they could all things considered. And they are also pretty accepting of the phandoms intensity, which like you said is kinda the trade off. We get to be weird, they get to be weird, we get content they get money etc

the part about them not expliting it as much as they could is probably my biggest thing. whenever dnp do anything that makes people call them greedy and exploitative and say that they're only here to foster the parasocial relationship for profit i'm like... man if that's the case they're really bad at it! sure you could say they're just smart enough to know that if they push it too far people will leave, but there are SO MANY THINGS they could do that wouldn't drive most people away yet still make them a fuckton more money

i saw a lot of "dan is a hypocrite for making fun of jack and tommy's patreon while selling merch and charging for the tit stream" which is a ridiculous statement because oh my god, not even remotely the same thing. to be clear i don't personally have a problem with that patreon or most patreons for that matter and lets be real neither does dan, he was taking the piss a bit but he wouldn't be on the podcast at all if he had some sort of huge moral objection to their business model lmao. the difference is though charging people for a one-off livestream of their hugely expensive stageshow is sooooo not the same as a monthly subscription to get what is essentially just the second half of the content you get for free. again, i don't think there's anything wrong with that, but dan is right when he makes the point that that's the kind of thing that's WAY easier to sell when there's a parasocial aspect involved. lots of people put extra content on patreon but the second there's a big fandom involved and you have sort of connection with the creators there's way more fomo than if it's just a couple of extra videos from a video essayist you enjoy twice a year, you know? it's not really shady it's just something to keep in mind

all of that to say - that's the one line dan and phil have never crossed, they seemingly won't do paid regular content. phil had his channel membership and it would be so easy to put out just one extra video a month for members to make it more worth it an incentivise people to buy it, but he was always very clear that the membership was first and foremost an optional way to support him that just happened to have a couple of small perks (shoutouts, emojis, written update posts). i remember people were mad about that as well because they didn't think he made it worth the money and idk how many times i was screaming THATS THE POINTTTTT THATS THE POINT!!!!! it was always just meant to be a way to support a creator you like, not something you feel like you have to buy in order to not miss out. HOWEVER if dan and phil ever did do extra videos on patreon or something like that, that - to me - seems like something they could eeeaaaasily get away with. some people would be mad for sure but it wouldn't be a mass falloff. well, if they did it right now then yes lmao, if they announced smth like that next week or something i assume it wouldn't go over well at all especially after dan's jabs at the concept but ykwim they could've paywalled regular content at literally any point throughout the years (at least more recent ones since most phannies have jobs and shit now) but they haven't because that's their line

i'm not even gonna say for sure that they never will do smth like that, hell i even think it could be a good move on their part as long as they did it right and it was some actually good content, but whether they ever do or not that doesn't change the fact that so far they haven't and so the idea of saying they're ONLY HERE to ACTIVELY EXPLOIT their audience is stuuuuuuppppiiiiiidddddddd when they won't even do like, the easiest and most profitable thing they possibly could

semi-related sidenote isn't it hysterical how so many phannies want them to release everything they ever make for free, not take a lot if any sponsorships AND sell top quality yet cheap merch? and then get actively angry at them because that's not the case? idk if that's due to having absolutely 0 clue how anything works or just blatant entitlement or what but. it's fascinating. might also just be that classic "all rich people are the same so if billionaires don't ever need to make any more money then neither do dan and phil", idk

[skepticalarrie]

What do you think about this theory? https://youtu.be/h9P-D5XeKfo?si=SYUixGz1jR9yXjyW there’s also some interesting comments under the video, including the one where someone thinks that Harry’s house is a chronicle of L and H’s relationship.

Not to forget about this vid of harry saying “the first time he broke up with me”: https://youtu.be/mYoJs54gwwg?si=TEFypP-BlyT0z0ao. And I remember that one interview (pretty sure it’s this one: https://youtu.be/vW58mqY0G7c?si=shICPVTOQZOMc7Xp), where someone supposedly Liam is saying that harry wanted to remove his tattoos(?) and Louis looked heartbroken. He actually looks miserable throughout this entire vid, as it was around the time when H and Taylor started “dating”. Honestly, it all matches with some of their lyrics and I can imagine Louis not handling the pressure of this entire thing that well and “running away” from it somehow.

I believe that they are stable now, but for me there were some clear break ups.

Now let me analyze their lyrics according to those theories:

(Before I start, it’s gonna be a long run, because I found so many interesting things)

Louis:

“When you don't want coffee in the morning. I know I'm in a hole. It's hard enough to get you sober. Got no chance if I'm hungover”.

“Hey, babe. It's written all over your face, say it. A hurricane behind the door. So I've come ready for a war (…) So when you find out what we're fighting for. I'll be ready to talk”

“And we can't even be on the phone now. And I can't even be with you alone now. Oh, how shit changes. We were in love, now we're strangers”

“And I'm sorry I let you down. I guess that I know what I already knew. I was better with you. And I miss you now”.

“You let your pride hide all your beauty and your kindness. So fast to judge in error, you thought you knew me better”

“I call you but you never even answer”

Harry:

“I'm in my bed. And you're not here. And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands. Forget what I said. It's not what I meant. And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left”

“Test of my patience. There's things that we'll never know. You sunshine, you temptress”

“And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch. Who can't admit when he's sorry”.

“I don't wanna make you feel bad. But I've been trying hard not to talk to you”

“Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in. I was tryna count up all the places we'vе been”

“Only callin' you when. He don't wanna be alone”

So… What I get from this is that Louis might’ve broke with Harry one time because of their difficulties, and he tried to contact him, but Harry couldn’t even bring himself to talk to him over the phone (idk it might be after the band ended). Harry admits that he has communication problems and can say too much, or judge something too soon, which might be the reason Louis left him one more time (maybe it was the first breakup??) And there’s this whole thing of them both drinking their problems away… (Not to mention, that some ppl believe that Harry isn’t sober in that 3rd video I linked here, scrolled trough the comments and there are some theories like that).

Also one funny little thing (off topic, lmao): did you notice that Louis stars Chicago with “I saw you had a baby, did you?” And Harry sings “I’m having your baby” in Kiwi. That could be their insane joke or smth like that.

Quick addition: Harry also has an a entire song that feels like a reassurance (“fine line”) & Louis mentions his supposed love interest trying to be positive during the hard time (““I come runnin' to you like a moth into a flame. You tell me, "Take it easy," but it's easier to say”).

Sorry for such a long text. I know that we can’t interpret everything literally, but honestly… there could be smth to it all.

Hi, anon. "First time he broke up with me" is very much taken out of context, he's talking about Rob Stringer.

I don’t believe in that theory, love. Maybe they did break up at some point or spent some time apart, but I think it’d be impossible for us to really know. It feels like such a stretch to try and connect dots like that. Personally, I don’t see any signs of a breakup (especially when these things were happening in real time) and I think they’ve been consistent with their signalling, plus I don’t interpret any of the songs that way. You're more than welcome to believe it if makes sense to you and I’m not saying you shouldn’t interpret lyrics however you want, but if you’re curious about my take, check out my LYRIC ANALYSIS tag. I also have a THEY NEVER BROKE UP tag for more of this topic, which... trust me, gets discussed endlessly in this fandom (for whatever reason!)

[pulim-v]

wjat is a muse. 🎼 🎺 (why do they have a trumpet emoji but not a clarinet or a trombone or any of the actually good instruments)

Theoretically a muse is like. A character that inspires me to do stuff. Or something. But I'm never inspired so I'll just rant abt my OCs

🎼 A song that reminds me of my muse’s vibes

Mist - I'd say Little Miss Perfect but I think I can give a more interesting answer so Koala by Will Stetson babyyyyyy, it's literally a song about hiding your true feelings and putting on a mask (ending with the person accepting help and letting themself express their sadness) and that is SO Mistcore it makes me insane

Spark - Loser by Neoni. It feels like a song about someone who feels like they're a loser and they're useless, and they push everyone else away due to that, but in the end they just really want someone to be there for them

Rowan - This is Hone by Cavetown. That song just feels like someone who's a tad lost on who they're meant to be but still knows that some people love them, and idk that's kinda Rowancore wrt the later parts of the Hibernation Arc

Fern - That's What I Want by Lil Nas X. It's the yearning 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 but also just a particularly desperate kind of yearning. You know what you want and you should know how to get it but no matter what you can't reach it, yk?

Dew - Too Sweet by Hozier. I've ranted abt this one On The Audio but yeah they're hesitant to get w Via because she's too sweet for them, and that hesitancy goes away as the song goes on (church bells etc etc)

Octavia - World's Smallest Violin by AJR. It's the thinking you're unremarkable it's the being unable to voice your own feelings it's the thinking you don't want to be like your friends too much it's just a pretty Via song (and it has musical connotations lmao that's an important bit)

Agate - Sunset on Summerville by Madds Buckley. It's a song about staying with someone even when they're going through tough times, what can I say lmao

Basil - Snow by Ricky Montgomery. THIS SONG. THIS FUCKING SONG. Maybe I'm misreading it since I'm tired and all but this song just feels like someone who WANTS to be forgotten, someone who laments their past and all their terrible previous decisions, but is determined to keep going and achieve their goals. And that's really Basilcore imo she wants Spark to bury the memory of her six feet in snow but she also wants to uphold Lavender (her sister)'s legacy and be an explorer.

🎺 An instrumental song for my muse

Mist - surprisingly enough he doesn't have an instrumental song on his playlist, so how about It's Raining Somewhere Else by Toby Fox? The melancholic vibes feel like they fit him idk

Spark - TROUBLE - NEVER/ALWAYS by Jami Lynne. Chose this one mainly for the instruments but the aggressive vibe also fits Spark imo

Rowan - Respite by Toby Fox. Also a kinda subdued piano song but this one feels a but more like Rowan, maybe it's the way it feels more determined than It's Raining Somewhere Else? Like Mist's song is more about reluctance and exhaustion while Rowan's is more about resting after achieving a goal or smth idk I'm tired lol

Fern - Anyone Can Find Love (Except You) by Hkmori. Breakcore babyyyyyy. Yeah this one just feels like a panic attack so I gave it to Fern LMAOOOOO

Dew - Alphys by Toby Fox. Goofy dorky nerd song so I gave it to my dorkiest character lmao

Octavia - Girl Next Door by Toby Fox. It's another piano song because ofc it is, but this one is a tad more cheerful. It's just got a sort of kind vibe of "just an average girl" that Via kinda has, except she's not average at all, and the song wandering off as it goes on kinda feels like an allusion to that (because it is an allusion to that w Noelle lmao)

Agate - Finale by Toby Fox. Yes it's breakcore again except much less "Holy shit I'm having a panic attack" and much more "I'm going to save you whether you want me to or not". The intense heroic-ish vibe just feels like Agate's savior complex lmao

Basil - also didn't have one so uhhhh The Owl House Credits Theme. Idk it feels cheerful enough to kinda work for her general demeanor but also implies some letting go which LMAO

These all probably suck lmaooo sorry it's almost 1 in the morning and I have a class tomorrow and I've been mentally Unwell for the whole day

[evaiskindaweird]

Inspired by @locution-youngster-enjoyeras cuz their awesome so I'm doing it w Tim n Sally (They're married but it still counts)

(Some suggestive stuff)

BOTH 🗣🗣🗣

they don't argue. Their Tim and Sally 😤💅 (if they did, it'd be smth silly like what's the best ice cream flavor)

Tim, he wouldn't go 15 minutes without crying (Sally would be crying she'd just hide it more lol)

They sew together :] Tim makes lovey lovey messages and Sally makes clothes for Tim to try on

Sally usually drives, they do rock paper scissors for the front

Sally. Girlboss and malewife duo

Darling, Love, Honey, every nickname imaginable

they proposed at the same time!!

Tim. He knows any and ALL radio songs. Nobody knows why lol, but sometimes Sally joins him if she knows the song

Tim worries about what people think too much

Sally and Tim take turns taking pictures :]

Tim! He's a silly jokester, Sally always laughs at his jokes even if they suck pure ass 😭😭

Tim. Like I said, he knows all songs for some reason. He's a music lover 🎵💖

Sally! Sometimes she orders for him without him even deciding yet lmao

Tim lol

Sally. like tell me this queen wouldn't top (on rare occasions Tim does)

Sally :]👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾

Tim :] 👫🏾

Sally. Like this queen will start a make out w her husband in like half a second

Tim is basically ticklish everywhere lmao

Tim will find a racoon near the trash and try and name it Rachel

they hold it TOGETHER RAHHH

they would never 😤😤

they both love bugs they wouldn't hurt a fly

Tim will wake up and wonder what a dream meant lmao

Sally, shes constantly cold

Sally has to go to work, so she wakes up at like 5am to get ready

Also Sally. Girl is NOT an early bird like her husband

If Tim is up earlier enough or Sally doesn't have work, they both make each other coffee

Tim will cry over anything

He got scared over an ARTICHOKE. That's all i need to explain.

They give each other haircuts! That they occasionally butcher but it's ok

Tim, this man will buy an entire bouquet and a poem too 😤😤💖

Tim. When they first started dating he immediately told everyone he knew like a girl writing in her diary

they are like the perfect couple everyone loves them

Sally, and occasionally Tim

For the both of them, they either make the best tasting meal ever (the way Sally was looking at Tim making the dinner in "dinner or consequences" lmao), or they make something like beans a la botsford or sum shit 😭😭😭

Sally! she knows like 20 ways to style it too

Tim. he has a whole ass book on pickup lines

Sally. No comment

Tim's jokes and pickup lines (like in "road rage, anger, and fury" when he said the ice skating would be "cool") make Sally giggle so much

Tim. He has sum sad issues but Sally always manages to cheer him up :] I also headcanon Sally can't function without her job is cuz she feels she needs to earn approval, so Tim makes sure to shower her w compliments so she knows she's important no matter what

"I am willing to trade all this cool stuff for my wife back" -Tim in The rise of miss power

Also from TROMP: "Do do do do do, Tim Botsford!"

Sally. She has an angels voice when she actually tries

Tim gardens, doodles, anything, really. Sally works, and sometimes does arts and crafts

I headcanon Tim's mom died (😔), so every year on her death anniversary he takes it really hard. To the point he can't function sometimes and just lays in bed.

Sally always tries and cheers him up, and helps him mourn by comforting him if he isn't in a cheering up mood

[crguang]

Omg have you heard Firefly's voiceline about Kafka??? I'm going insane. Literally insane. We've gotten more Kafka content from Firefly alone than we have in the past 10 updates I'm ctfu 😭 Wonder what she means when she says she doesn't think Kafka actually believes keeping the right distance maintains long lasting relationships even if that's what she says...

Also hope you're doing well 🫶

-🧸

I READ HER VOICE LINE. i miss kafka so much i cant believe i have to get content through firefly but im so happy we got stellaron hunters fam content regardless, their dynamics are my favourite

i also dont know what the hell she meant by that bdhdjdkgk like im so confused. kafka telling her to always keep a part of herself hidden/to never reveal yourself completely to someone in order to maintain the relationship tracks with her character and her need to always have the upper hand or an escape route. but firefly saying she doesn’t think kafka actually believes this is a bit strange because right before that she says she has difficulty approaching her and that the distance between them gets bigger every time she does. like she’s proving that kafka abides by her words so what gives her the impression that she doesn’t believe in them? it’s only her perception of kafka so i suppose it could be not entirely correct but i really want to know like omgggg GIVE ME THE ANSWERS. the only way i can see her abiding by smth she doesn’t believe in is if it benefits her? and in this case the benefit would be keeping those long lasting relationships? but at the same time it makes no sense not to believe in something that has been proven to work… it’s just very confusing because she’s clearly living by what she said but nothing’s forcing her to keep doing it if she doesnt believe her own words like😭 the word “believe” here is really fucking with me i feel like it’s the wrong one, if it was “want” it would make perfect sense

[aithusarosekiller]

Hi Archie! How’s your day going?

The Crowley was Raphael theory? Tell me more Archie! I need to know more..

Hiiii

I'm pretty good actually :D how are you?

It's really late rn and I'm so tired sleeping this so ignore any mistakes haha!

I've rambled about this theory too much lately so I'm just gonna say random stuff and tag the theory tag so you can indulge in everyone else's thoughts but basically

Based on all the teasing in s2, I think we're getting a reveal in s3 and I think that either

1) Crowley will be revealed to have been the previously missing Raphael (which seems to line up well with a lot: the snake thing, the 'I think I understand better than you do' thing, the everyone knows him thing, the knows god personally thing, the 'Raphael seems to be conveniently not mentioned...maybe to hide heaven's institutional problems?' thing, the 'walks on earth and helps protect humans' thing, the 'is Lucifer Satan in this universe? And he says 'Lucifer and the guys at one point but who knows how he meant it' thing, the 'how do you know it wasn't me?' In reference to archangel power thing, the 'close enough to god to think he's safe asking questions' thing, the whole 'his bitterness towards Gabriel feeling distinctly sibling-y even if it was rooted in love for aziraphale' thing, something about the fact he keeps houseplants and terrifies them into submission while trying to keep them alive and 'perfect' feels like he can't deal with smth not being perfect or 'healed' as a lingering thing from his past- he pushes them to be healthy and perfect...can he not do that for them anymore?, the 'knowing when somebody is too far gone to heal' thing and the acceptance of human passing (that feels very important in s2 for some reason) thing, the 'are they making Lucifer a prince of heaven or were they on about someone else, how is this working?' Thing, the 'we know he was powerful so there's a small chance could be Raph thing, smth about the metatron wanting him back and as an Angel...is he luring him using Azi? Does he want Raph back to replace Gabriel?, the 'his cute prefall self gives off both Raph and Lucifer energy and it's so strong it is suffocating' thing, the way he didn't even hesitate when opening the file which suggests that he was RIGHT at the top bc if he was only just high enough he may have hesitated or considered other precautions put in place to stop him from spying, the SARAQAEL TRUSTED HIM SO QUICKLY??? Thing...they really hoped he remembered them???? That's weird..., something about the job story that I cannot articulate, the fact Raphael is MISSING (possibly thought to have just DISAPPEARED) in relation to the number of times Crowley suggests running away, he hates the idea of earth and human life ending for the start...does he want an endless cycle of growing and...gradual healing? Something something he protects people from before the beginning something something, etc)

OR

2) Aziraphale will get his position as head archangel and BECOME the Raphael of the series bc of the name similarity, the healing thing, and the fact the name Raphael hasn't even been mentioned thus far, while Crowley is revealed to have been another angel, likely either Lucifer or Barachiel (both of which would be pretty cool)

I personally prefer option 1 but option two is looking prettyyyyy likely I will admit. I'd be happy with either but...Raph Crowley has a special spot in my heart