#lemme know if its all gucci

[tribus-semitae]

Fancy meetin ya

@bloody-leopard

It was a cold windy winter night, blessedly no snow but  it still made anyone who wanted to travel to stop and try to rest before even thinking to go back on the road.  One such person was a young woman, sitting at  the bar wearing worn out leather jacket as she chugged her beer, sighing in disappointment. 

“Man and here I was hopin to reach the next town today! But nooo....guess we aint all that lucky “ she joked with the bartender, an elderly gentleman with silver hair tied in a messy tail. 

Pouting she looks around at few guests who were in same shit as she was, hiding and trying to find a place to stay. She heard there was a cheap motel nearby, but no rush, a good drink was well deserved after a long ride. 

[strykingback]

Hood Jujutsu Kaisen (Shibuya Incident Arc) Sentence Starters (Part 1)

These sentence starters are based around the Hood Jujutsu Kaisen's Shibuya Incident Arc by RabSoPetty. Please note that most has been edited for clarity.

"Drop whatever you are doing, people are outside tonight yes sir!" "So we pulling up to the function type shit!" "I'm Sorry [Name] Some of us have to be [Occupation Name] when we clock in" "I'm a [Occupation Name] Every Time I step Out the Crib. Don't Play With Me!" "I'mma ignore this hating ass energy you got on your spirit right now" "Fine then, more hoes for me." "I'm clocking out right now, lemme go change"

"Alright, [Name] and the rest of them are pulling up to the function] "Shouldn't be giving your snitching ass shit" "You ain't saying shit, so what's it gonna be!?!" "Yeah! What's It Gonna Be!?!" "You got some heart dont you, Pinnochio!?!" "Oh they're pulling out Gundams and Shit!?!" "Mhmm, Turn me up" "Alright let's get active" "Ain't no Service, Ain't No Backup. Looks like I'm gonna have to bang my way out this bitch" "Hopefully I can take care of [Name] before I get jumped or something" "Yeeeeaah~!" "Don't look at me, I ain't in this shit" "C'mon [Name] You done seen it all" "You have every squabble in 4k" "Fuck It! Let's Get Active Then!!! Bitch You know I stay loaded!!!" "Thats Young [Name] Bitch!!!"

"Gundam ain't got shit on me!!!!" "I heard you goin' to some lil function or whatever" "Bitch I've been on you for the last two months, [He/She/They] already in the car?!" "I can't get these red bottoms dirty" "This shit kinda live." "Aww shit! Hide the money! There's broke bitches in the building!!" "[Name], lock the door on [His/Her/Their] ass" "Ohhh so you bitches are on some jumping shit?" "It's on sight with your Bitch Ass" "Ain't no one stunting on you bitches, I'm trying to get on some hoes." "Hoes ain't stopping no smoke!"

"Ooh the fine peeps finally pulled up!" "Not now the opps are pressing me!" "Let's make this quick I'm trying to enjoy the party" "Bitch better pick up" "Fuck the opps where the hoes at?!?!"

"You aint tellin' me you was bringing your [lil sibling] and shit" "Hold this, bitch ass" "What you say cuh?" "Oh, you thought you were sitting in the whip with Big [Sibling Name] nah bitch you might as well call an uber" "I don't even know why the fuck you in the car" "You trying to slide on my sibling wearing the same shit every day, you do not got that shit on lil sibling." "Ayo, what kind of weird shit y'all bitches be on cuh?" "It's always you broke ass gas station tee wearing bitches that ruin the function for everybody." "Go band for band then, fuck bitch." "Band for Band?!" "Oh, what's that smell?!" "That's a whole $300 bottle of Dior, slathered on a Gucci button up!" "Something that your broke ass nostrils ain't accustomed to!"

"But you wanna go band for band, with nothing but a Teakwood Essence!!!!" "Oh, its so strong!"

"Not the Bath and Bodyworks!!!" "Get'cho Paper Up!!!!" "You ain't even have to do my friend like that....." "The way since bitches been yapping since I got here. They must have forgot who I was."

"Cause broke bitches should never speak!"

"[Special Ability Name]: LIMITLESS BANDS" "Who...else..wanna go.... band...for band..."

"This bitch is really about to get me locked up."

"I'd rather be bitch-made and free than a locked up prisoner."

"It's cool! Don't get caught lackin' fuck bitch!"

[dajaregambler]

THANK U SOO MUCH FOR THOSE SITD TRANSLATIONS WE'RE BEING FED GOOD RN 🙏🙏🙏 ALSO don't push urself to translate chap 3 this quickly!!! take ur time and dont overwork urself WE WILL WAIT

first of all, youre welcome!

second of all, i am not overworking myself! i am precisely working at this pace bcus i'm excited to share my favorite content with people! after a rough period in my life, i am taking time enjoy my life the way i want to and i want to make the best use of it by having lots of fun. literally have nothing to do either way. i play final fantasy online like its my full time job besides translating for the lols

i learned my lesson this earlier this year too which came with some regrettable but neccessary sacrifices relating to translation. and i haven't had the chance to go at it like this in quite some time. i like to think i know what im doing!

right now, i'm truly doing this simply because i am actually having fun and i want to do this :o)

so yeah please do not worry about me! i'm gucci. half of the time i quite literally adopt keith's overall work ethic and this might be the 2nd time in my life i put this much effort into something.... and neither can i say the first thing is work related in any kind of capacity. (100%ing katamari damacy is no easy feat lemme tell ya that)

[springbonk]

packgod roast copypasta

BOY YOU WANNA GET LOUD IN THIS BITCH?! SHUT UP BOY, YOU LOOK LIKE A VELOCIRAPTOR IN A CLOGGED TOILET BOWL. BRUH, YOU LIKE AN OFF BRAND BEN 10 CHARACTER NAH, YOU AIN'T BEN 10 YOU STEVEN 9! GET YO ASS BACK BOY! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU GOT EXPELLED FOR BARKING AT YO LUNCH LADY, SHUT YO ASS UP BOY! YOU AIN'T FROM THE JURASSIC PARK, YOU CAME FROM THE PREHISTORIC PLAYGROUND! GET YO ASS OUT BOY, YOU LIKE CLIFFORD THE BIG RED DOG'D FOSSIL! BOY, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WITH YO NASTY ASS?! BOY, YOU BETTER GET YO AUTUMN WAS AN AVERAGE KID THAT NOONE UNDERSTANDS WOAH!!! MOM AND DAD AND GRANDPA ALWAYS GIVING HIM COMMANDS LOOKIN ASS BOY! BRUH, YOUR BALLS DROPPED AND THEN CLIMBED BACK UP BOY! STOP PLAYING WITH ME BOY YOU SEXUALLY IDENTIFY AS AN UNSOLVED RUBIK'S CUBE, YOU MADE AN NFT OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA TWERKING ON A PICKLE, YOU TRIED TURNING YOUR DISHWASHER *inhale* INTO A BITCOIN MINING RIG, YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A LITTLE MOUSE WHO LIVES UNDER YOUR BED IN A PRINGLES CAN, YOUR MOM USES A JUMP ROPE AS A BELT, YOUR GRANDPA GOT AN EMERGENCY HEART TRANSPLANT WITH A CAPRISUN POUCH, YOUR BARBER LINED YOU UP WITH A WEEDWACKER, YOU HAD ESEX WITH MOBY FROM BRAIN POP IN AN ENCRYPED HTML FILE, UNCLE GOT ARRESTED FOR EATING A BLUEBERRY OUT OF A ORANGUTAN'S ASSHOLE, YOUR SISTER'S CURRENTLY ENGAGED TO A ANTHROMORPHIC DUNG BEETLE NAMED "STEFAN", GRANDPA GOT HELD UP BY A PIGEON WTIH A MOHAWK ON THE SUBWAY, YOU POSTED A INSTAGRAM STORY OF A JAMAICAN CRICKET GIVING YOU A LAP DANCE IN THE BACK OF TOYS R US, YOUR DAD WAS TRYING TO FLIP PATRICK THE STAR'S BELLY BUTTON LINT ON THE DARK WEB TO PAY OFF YOUR HOUSE'S MORTGAGE, YOUR MOTHER BOUGHT YOU A PS5 FOR SUCCESSFULLY DRAWING A TRIANGLE, YOUR GRANDPA'S BUILT LIKE AN EXPIRED CHUG JUG AND YOUR LEGAL NAME IS FANG CLAW FUZZLE WUZZLES! GET YO ASS ON BOY IM NOT DONE WITH YOU BRUH, IM NOT DONE WITH YOU BRUH YOU BETTER GET YO HIPPOPOTAMUS SMELLING, COCOMELON, REGISTERED INTERNET FELON, NASTY AND NEED A CLEANSE, FOSTER HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS, "EXCUSE ME, I ONLY DATE 10S" LOOKIN ASS OUT OF MY FACE BRUH STOP PLAYIN BRUH. ANTS BE USING YOUR GRANDMA'S BUTTCRACK AS A SLIP N SLIDE! IN FACT, YOU FINNA PULL UP TO YO GRANDMOTHER'S FUNERAL DRESSED UP AS A RABID ORANGUTAN! YO FURRY ASS BOY YOU GONNA "OOH! OOH! OOH! OOH! IM SORRY GRANDMA *inhale* OOH! OOH! OOH! OOH! STOP PLAYING WITH ME BRUH, YOU BOUT NASTY AS HELL BRUH, YOU BE HITTING ON THE GIRLS AT LUNCH TIME WITH YO SACRED MATING CALL, YOU BE STANDING ON THE TABLE GOING "WAAHH! WAAHH! WAAHH!" STOP PLAYING BOY YOU BOUT NASTY AS HELL BRUH. BOY YOU BETTER GET YO PTERODACTYL, GOOD AT SCRABBLE, SHRIVELED APPLE, ATTRACTED TO BEEF CATTLE, CONCEIVED ON A HORSE SADDLE, YOU DON'T RUN YOU SKEDADDLE, PASTOR DID QUESTIONABLE THINGS TO YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF A CHURCH CHAPEL LOOKIN ASS BACK BOY YOU BOUTR DIRTY AS HELL! BETTER GET YO "ALL OF YOU HOES~ ALL OF YOU HOES~ YOU DONT REMEMBER WHO YALL TALKIN TO ITS THE DISCORD CEO!" LOOKIN ASS BACK OUT OF MY FACE, BOY YOU BOUT DIRTY AS HELL! GET YO LIL DIGGITY DIGGITY ASS ON BOYYYY!Alright now lemme get back in ya head. You look like a discombobulated philosophical butt-flake disabled Crip-walking crawfish half-eaten autistic autobot doin’ the cha-cha slide with seventeen naked mole rats in your basement, your grandmother got raped by a crouton with a Gucci belt in northern Idaho boy. Shut your dirty ass up boy, I swear to God I’m really gonna get to the slackin' and rackin' and dickita-dackin and flippin' and rippin' and dippin' and slippin' and pippin and dippin' and rippin' and tippin' in ya fat ass, your name is DJ Trunks, more like DJ Skunks cause you smell like poop, you ugly ass bitch, you are dirty like shit. I caught you at picture day dressed up like a clown with no hair, said [singing some song that I don’t know mockingly], started singing Japanese songs to your girlfriend saying “Oaku, amanatai, amanakinasai-ya”. And then she bitch slapped you with a frying pan and licked your testicles and said “anuminum OKRRRR”. DUMBASS BOY, run that shit back.

Listen to me right now, Trunks. Tell me why you and your family did a GTA 5 heist on the T grizzly’s diamond-fuckin’-encrusted testicle, my boy, you look like a double-dipped, chocolate chip, cleft-lip, charcoal slim jim with a gargamel nose, a Mr. Crocker hunch back, no fuckin’ feet, nine-arm, seven-stomachs, two ball fades, your stepdad beat you with a whiffle ball bat. You’re curled up into a ball like an autistic bakugan. You live in a sophisticated mud hut, your washing machine is a bucket of water that you shake, and you brush your teeth with your grandpa’s back scratcher and you floss your teeth with zipline cables. I caught you jerking off in a porta potty with a Thanos gauntlet on while your grandmother got **simultaneously** buttfucked by a clan of chimpanzees dressed up as The Wiggles while she was snorting cott- fucking, Keemstar’s cotton candy Gfuel off of the back of a dirty toilet seat my boy, you are really ugly like shit. You are a walking glitch, “dJ tRuNkS”. Every time your Dad asks you a question at dinner, you say “okay, DRRRRRRRR”, and start fuckin’ lagging, you fuckin ugly ass boy, you breathe like shit boy, ugly ass boy. And I caught you giving a reverse cow rimjob to your tickle-me Elmo doll, and that bitch was like “Elmo! AUListen, listen, tell me why your math teacher made a diss track on you, he said “Yuh! DJ Trunks’ mom smellin’ like a skunk! I slipped the D-D-D-D-D, J, in his mama’s trunks!” Dumb ass boy! Now I’m really gonna get to the rippin, dippin, slippin and flippin. You look like a level 37 fucking Garchomp with an extendo-clip overbite. Your grandmother’s casket is a cheesesteak wrapper, and your grandfather got cremated in an easy-bake oven. NYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM. You are weird like shit, boy, now I’m really gonna get back in ya head. You live in a fuckin ostentatious orange, and your grandfather looks like a fuckin, uh, butt flake with Alzheimer’s that can’t remember his butt flake children. You are weird like shit, boy, run that shit back.

HH”, DUMBASS BOY run that shit back. Say something.SHUT YO FUCKING ASS UP BRO GOT A VELOCIRAPTOR FOR FREE BECAUSE YO MAMA IS SO NASTY THAT SHE BOUGHT A FUCKING COMMERCIAL TO LISTEN TO IT FOR 10 YEARS. *inhales* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MOM AND DAD WERE SO DUMB THAT THEY FALL INTO A SUGAR PICK ME BRO AINT YO REFLECTION WENT OFF BECAUSE YOU GOT DIARRHEA FOR 10 MONTHS *Ohio sounds* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA WAS SO FAT THAT SHE USED A DISHWASHER INSTEAD OF A MOTHERFUCKING CRINGE TOILET TO WASH THEIR NASTY BOOGER ROCKETING NOSE *dishwasher sounds* SHUT YO MOTHERFUCKING UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA WAS SO CRINGE THST SHE WENT TO OHIO BUT IT WAS 3 AM AND GOT A SWIRLY BY A STEGOSAURUS AND THEN GOT YEETED TO AMERICAN'S WHO DIED IN 1987 *inhales again* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BOY YO MAMA WAS SO OVERPOWERED AND CRINGIEST THAT SHE WENT INTO HERSELF AND THEN EDITED HER BRAIN FOR FUN BECAUSE WANTED TO BE DUMB FOR 19 HOURS BECAUSE OF THERMATOLOGISTS*inhales one more time* SHUT YO BUNKO ASS UP BRO YO BROTHER GOT YEETED INTO A MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE CRINGE OHIO LIKE GOOFY AHHH SKIBIDI TOILET ASS YO BOIIIIIII BRRRRRR SHUT YO UGLY ASS BRO UP UP UP DOWN DOWN DOWN FNF OHIO CRINGE HOOVER LIKE A BOOGER BRO WTF, WTFFFFF SHUT YO UGLY ASS IP BRO GOT YO MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE CRINGE WATAKA LIKE AAAAAA SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT A MINECRAFT DIRT BLOCK FROM OHIO SO YOU CAN MAKE A DIRT BLOCK FROM REAL LIFE BUT YO FRIEND SAID. FRIEND: IS THAT ALL'VE YOU GOT BROTHA? SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA WAS A MAALIIIIIICOOOUSSSSSSSS BABY THAT SHE WENT CRAZY LIKE MOM: mamaaa I'm hungryyy gimme some milkkkk SHUT YO UGLY ASS BRO BRO DEADASS, DEADASS I WANT TK LOOK AT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE RIGHT NOW, TELL ME WHATS WRONG?! SPEAK, SPEAK, ALRIGHT NOW BRO THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS BRO SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT INTO THE MOVIE OF BITE OF 83 BECAUSE WANTED TO HOLD YOUR BALLS AND YEET EVAN WHO DIED IN BITE OF 83 bro shut up BOIIIIIIIII OMG YOUR A DIARRHEA POOP GRIMACE SHAKE LIKE BROOOO WTFFF SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT YO MINECRSFT RADIATING RAGE QUIT AS HELL BRO YO MAMA AND DAD AND YO BROTHER SND YO WHOLE FAMILY JUST GOT DIARRHEA BECAUSE YOU PUT FAKE NUTELLA ON THEIR TOILET LIKE MOM: WHAT DID YOU JUST DO SON?! DAD: WE KNOW YOU DID THIS TO OUR TOILET BUCKO. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO GRANDMA DIED IN A 198 OLD CHAIR BECAUSE WAS TOO HEAVY LIKE AAAAA SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT FAKE HACKS IN SLAP BATTLES IN ROBLOX JUST TO GET BEATDOWN GLOVE LIKE WUD DA HEIIIIIIIII OHHH MA GOD NOWAYYYIEHHHHHHH SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA HAD A DIAPER ON HER HEAD BECAUSE YO MAMA WANTED TO BE A CHEF FOR 10 YEARS MOM: I NEED A DIAPER ON MY HEAD BECAUSE I NEEDED TO BE A CHEF. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT A SHIT AROUND YOUR UKULELE BECAUSE OF BACTERIA AND MUCUS FROM THE THERMATOLOGISTS *Ohio sounds* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MINECRAFT DID NOT LOAD BECAUSE YOU GOT MCDONALDS WIFI FOR OVER A YEAR. WORKER: HELLO WHAT CAN I HELP YOU SIR. CUSTOMER: CAN I GET MCDONALDS WIFI?! WORKER: UMM SIR WE DO NOT HAVE WIFI but we got you a new McDonald wifi which costs 100 dollars. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP LIKE OMGG OMGGGGG SHUT YO FUCKING ASS UP BRO GOT NO COTTON PICKER BRO TRYING TO DING DONG DITCH YOUR FRIENDS AT 3AM BUT GOT A SWIRLY WITH THE GHOST AND THE GHOST KISSED YOUR BUTT BECAUSE SHE/HE WAS A FAN GIRL. BRRRRR SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP DOP DOP DOP YES YES YES YES YES YES SKIBDIDHWIDNWJJDNWJDIWMNDIWJNE YES YES YES YES YES, SHUT YO UGLY ASS JP BRO CHILL CHILL DEADASS SHIT. BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT A BRAND NEW IPHONE 15 BUT YOU THOUGHT ITS AN ACTUAL PHONE BECAUSE IT WAS A LEGENDARY BEN 10 TOY WITH SHIT AROUND IT, BRRRRRRRR SHUT YO UGLY ASS SHIT UP BRO YO MAMA BUYED YOU A NINETEEN YEAR OLD GRANDPA TO JUST YEET HER TO THE MOON AND GRT NO CLIPPED IN THE BACKROOMS BOI.

[eyesofcuriosity]

@aurorxaeternitatis

It was still peak of the summer season, people going out and about  trying to fulfill their daily lives with whatever sort of activities they can. That was despite the scorching Sun,  those less brave and a bit more worried about skin complexion either decided to remain in safety of their homes under the AC. While others even if outside sought out the protection under the shade of whatever tall object or tree they could find. 

Parks especially were filled with the people having outdoor picnics, vlogging or pretending to be similar to the hippies from 60s. 

It was all an interesting sight to the pair of jade eyes hidden beneath the shade of large willow tree. With a lofi music playing in headphones, a book in her lap, the petite brunette leaned her back against the tree. Days like these almost fitted the very page of book she was holding, maybe in a bit modern setting, but peaceful nevertheless. 

Humming the soft tune she briefly returns the gaze to the pages of book she was reading. ‘Anne of Green gables’ classic that she has read many times over the years, yet she still loved going back to  the  simple yet dramatic world of this book. With care she would flip the pages, scooting a bit ever so slightly to fix the skirt of her sundress.  

Lost in thoughts she barely pays mind to her surroundings, unless of course someone would attempt to break her away from daydreaming. 

[larentsaloud]

Please make a post for Thyme clothes for EP8. Was he going to wear those yellow long shorts and boots (?) to school?

He looked so endearing this week...so different in body language from EP1 Thyme. In EP1 is was so wound up and ready to pounce.

your wish is my command anon. 

as we have established before, the tiger print is a metaphor for the ‘old thyme’ the one who hoards power and prestige. when thyme is going through a transition phase, you see him quite literally wear the tiger shirt with donuts, or tiger shirt with bananas. 

none of this is done by a mistake, but is a direct reference to his emotional state. you can tell how thyme is feeling by the way he dresses. soft pink / colourful thyme is happy thyme. 

during the bus scene, when he wore the yellow banana tiger shirt, yellow being symbol of jealousy and bananas are literally a way to describe a mad person in some countries, perfectly summaries him emotional state. 

I have seen other’s discus this theory and I have made this connection very early on, so I am glad others are finally appreciating the metaphors and symbolism this show is making. I discussed it here briefly x  

ok now that we got THAT out of the way. let’s get it. in no particular order:

1. Delulu Thyme™️ I’m On A Boat Outfit 

I love this on hiiiiiimmm! he looks happy and carefree, the blue collar and hem accentuate the nautical theme. I am not convinced about the shorts, only because we got insufficient leg content this episode. I need more LEGS. MORE is MORE. gimme. 8/10 because it looks psychedelic and has anchors. I dig it. I love how pious he is with the buttoned up collar. does it not open? no? are you suuuureeee?

2. Lost Lil’ Tiger Looking For Owner Outfits

LOOK AT THAT FLUFF, it’s also purple and would snuggle. 10/10. 

meow? lemme in? what is this print? I don't mind it. has a 70s disco retro vibe, like when you fall out of the club onto the pavement and chunder all the way home unable to get an uber, the only difference being that this lost kitty has found his way home, but owner not replying. 7/10 because I will cry?

I can’t believe this is what my parents had to do before mobile phones. they had to GO places and ASK people questions. abhorrent. kudos to kitty tiger for trying so hard. naw. what is he wearing tho? OH IT’S ONLY PURPLE METALLICA CREW NECK. THIS IS FINE. I WILL NOT HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN. SAID NO ONE EVER. I AM FULLY UNHINGED. I WANT THIS SO BAD. 15/10. 

3. WAR PATH THYME UNLOCKED VER 1.0

IT’S THE SWAG FOR ME. IT’S BLACK AND HAS STUFF ON IT. I DON’T CARE. IT’S PERFECT WAR SHIRT. ALEXA PLAY war on drugs I don't live here anymore. argh. I am screaming because this is the first time he stands up to her BIG TIME. this is the correct fashun to wear when unlocking a new war path. we approve. do I need to rate it? its priceless. 

4. THE ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE NEIGHBOUR OUTFIT FT GETTING BEATEN BY MY GIRLFRIEND (AGAIN)

listen, there are few things I will never understand. and one of them would be white socks in black shoes. they stain and stop being white. just why? I know rich people can afford to throw socks away after one use, but what is this? it looks like Versace outfit and I absolutely cannot stand Gucci, Versace or Prada. it’s epitome of ugly fashion made for people who like to flash it. I’m more of a Dior / Chanel girl. I like elegance and style, something demure and long lasting. stylish. that you can fawn over quietly(ISH) but hey. back to thyme. this whole scene took me out. he learnt her moves, but he wasn't expecting to get punched. this outfit  is a no from me? in terms of where it stands on the tiger vs happy thyme scale? I would say he is changing, so this is the in-between outfit. like when you walk in the new neighbourhood wearing designer gear, unaware of the fact you will be an eye sore. -5/ 10

5. TAMING THYME AKA DOMESTIC LIL TIGER 🐯

IT TAKES A WHOLE VILLAGE GORYA TO RAISE A THYME. I CANNOT RATE THIS. THIS OUTFIT OWNS MY HEART AND I WILL NOT TAKE ANY CRITICISM. 

6. RAMEN THYME I REPEAT RAMEN THYME THIS IS NOT A DRILL

look even he has hard time believing that his sister just praised him for moving in next door. this outfit is S O F T boyfie vibe, ideal for inviting your friends over and making some. ramen no innuendoes thank you. I love the whole vibe, the nirvana like smiley and pink detail. again we get pink and yellow just saying. minus the trousers. and the Versace sliders. 7.5/10 

ok I take that back. I have just seen with my own eyes the whole top and thyme? baby? is that a girl spinning the sun / smiley face / her mood with her legs while laying down on the back? who designed this, I need a word. 

7. BOYFRIEND THYME IN THE HAUUUUSSSS OUTFIT 

WILL I CALM DOWN? ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW CAN YOU CONTEMPLATE ASKING ME THAT. THYME IS BEING A BRO TO HSI GF’S BRO. CAN YOU GET THE TISSUES READY? WHERE THE HELL IS REN’S HANKIE I NEED THAT RAG TO WIPE MY MASCARA. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS. IT’S BRIGHT YELLOW AND I CAN SEE HIS LEGS. I AM HAPPY. LEAVE ME ALONE. HIS FACE??? GOODBYE. OK PRADA YOU HAVE ME ON CHOKEHOLD. I RESPECT YOUR DENIM. THE HELL AM I GONNA DO???

TO RECAP. I AM A SLUT FOR THIS OUTFIT. THEY ARE SO DOMESTIC TOGETHER HERE. MADE THEM BREAKFAST, SHE LEANS OVER HIM AND PLACES HER HAND ON HIS BACK TO PUT HER SHOES ON. HOW CAN ONE NOT BE BESOTTED? ASKING FOR A FRIEND. 9281282983219 /10

HE DID GET BEATEN IN THAT OUTFIT, TOO BUT THAT’S HOW OUR COUPLE CHRISTENS ANY NEW LAWK.

8. LIL’ BIRTHDAY TIGER AKA THE SOFTEST NICEST CUTEST BOI TO EVER EXIST FT A HEADBAND

DID ANYONE SAY PRAISE? I THINK OUR KITTY MIGHT BE REQUIRING SOME. LOOK AT HIM GETTING IT. WHAT A HAPPY OCCASION. 

THIS WHOLE LEWK IS SENDING THE F4 NATION FERAL. AS WE KNEW IT WOULD. FOR STARTERS WE HAVE A HEADBAND. A HEADBAND. LORD HAS BLESSED US. AND THE ADDITIONAL CRACK OF HIM WEARING WHO ANT SOT BE A MILLIONAIRE SHIRT FORM EHR BROTHER. I TOLD YOU THIS WEEK IT WOULD BE FROM FAM NOT KAVIN OR REN. LMAO. LISTEN TO ME WILL YA. ANYGAYS. THIS IS PEAK DEVASTATION. ANON. WHAT HAVE YOU MADE ME DO. CAN’T SCORE THIS WITHOUT WRITING AN ESSAY. I LOVE TOO MUCH. SIGH. 

9. EXPLOSIVE OVARIES SYNDROME ACTIVATED OUTFIT 

I REFUSE TO COMMENT. NAAAH. UHM. NAAAW. 

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WITH ABSOLUTE DEVOTION I WILL CLIMB MY CEILING.

IS THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR? 

YOU HAVE SENT ME DOWN A SPIRAL AND I ENDED WITH TUX THYME WHICH LEADS TO MANIA. 

[obeiii-mee]

Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

[littlemisslipbalm]

“sorry to bother you”

Summary: Y/N meets Harry in a little shop in France. It was a lovely meeting between the fan and the rockstar, but when Y/N realizes she’s lost her phone, will she see Harry sooner than she had ever thought possible?

AKA Harry meets a fan and accidentally steals her phone

vibes bc they snack and she walks up to him while he’s looking at the sky lol ^

Ok so I just wanted to preface this: this was initially just going to be a short blurb about a respectful meeting between Harry and a fan because of the terrible stories I’ve been hearing lately about rude people being inconsiderate of Harry and his privacy and I wanted to showcase that you can treat Harry as a human being rather than an object when you see him irl. But then my writer brain wanted more and so it turned into more. All I have to say is if you ever meet Harry in real life, please be respectful and kind. Also there is a 0.00001 chance that this would ever actually happen as most fiction goes so please don’t expect more than a short convo and maybe a photo from him. For him to even speak with you is more than enough, he really isn’t a disneyland attraction. 

Also not proofread bc apparently its long lol, I’m not super in love with this but I think it’s good-ish the end is meh - pls lemme know what yall think :)

Word Count: 10.2k (wait im actually so confused how this got so long omfg) | Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, idrk its long but it’s sweet?

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She saw him long before she approached him. She was truly unsure of herself, not wanting to bother him or upset him. She had been a fan for so long and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet someone who meant so much to her.

In the small Bayeux shop, she hesitates as she risks another glance at the tall man. She whispered to her mom minutes ago about how Harry Styles was in the same shop as them. Her mom was texting her non stop telling her to go up to him or she would do it herself. Y/N shook her head, distrusting her mom and feeling self conscious. No one else was in the store and her interaction with him wouldn’t disrupt the rest of the store, but for some reason she felt a tinge of discomfort about going up to him.

Harry leafs over a tablecloth, not paying attention to the other patrons in the store or anything else for that matter. He was staying on the coast of France for the week and he hadn’t run into many fans, so he was feeling at ease. Mitch was somewhere else in the store, but Harry felt comfortable on his own. He feels a soft, small tap on his broad shoulder. He turns expecting the quiet Mitch, but is presented with a short, sweet looking woman.

“Excuse me. Um, hi...Sorry to bother you,” she starts, eyes wide as she works to maintain eye contact with Harry as she looks up at him.

His green eyes are widened, realizing this isn’t someone he knows.

“Hello,” he says simply.

“I-” she pauses, her hands fiddling, “I’m sorry to bother you, honestly. But, your music means so much to me and I’d kick myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something before you left.”

He smiles, his expression softening at how genuine she sounds. “It’s quite alright.”

“It’s not though. I’m sure you’d appreciate not being bothered for once.”

“No,” he cuts her off, “I love talking with fans.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure there’s days where you wish you could just go to a random store on the coast of France - so out of the way - and not be walked up to by a random person.”

“I mean, I guess, but you seem rather nice.”

“Thanks...I’ve been a fan long enough to know that there’s people who don’t always treat you with that kind of respect. I really wouldn’t have bothered you if it wouldn’t have changed my life.”

“Don’t feel like you’re a bother, please,” he pleads lightly as he grasps her hand out of instinct, dropping it immediately when he realizes what he’s done. “It’s the people who don’t actually come up to me and treat me like an animal that are upsetting. Or the people who are only after a photo and aren’t very nice to me. You… you’re treating me like a human being. Being overly courteous -- if I’m being honest.” He chuckles lightly at the end.

She blushes at his words and smiles up at him, mirroring the soft smile on his lips. “I’m only treating you how I would want to be treated if I were in your shoes.” She glances down at his feet and notices the Gucci boots and smiles to herself, laughing lightly.

“What?”

“We’ve got the same shoes on actually.”

“No way!” His voice is playful at first as he glances down at well and realizes she’s right. He laughs at the weird little coincidence.

“I’ve had these for years, my favorite shoes…” She mumbles, seeing the ways his eyes shift  with a flash of concern. It’s what she fears he would think of her, why she was so hesitant to approach him in the first place. It’s why she had tried to hide her laugh from him when she noticed the similarity. She just wants to interact with him in a normal way. He again softens at her words, her sincerity, realizing it really just is one of those random things.

“They’re good shoes,” he laughs again, kicking his left heel with his right foot. The way she barely touched him to get his attention and the way she stays a safe distance from him is reassuring. She’s aware of his situation, yet she’s treating him with the utmost care and respect.

“So what brings you to Bayeux?” He asks, deciding he wants to continue the conversation with her. Y/N flits her eyes behind her shoulder and sees her mother watching their interaction out of the corner of her eye. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the counter her and Harry are at.

“Vacation, I guess. My family and I love to travel and ever since the pandemic settled down - finally, we’ve been jetting everywhere we’ve ever been or wanted to go. Seize the day vibes.” Her voice is serious, but she falters and laughs at the end. Her words are honest and she’s happy to actually get to talk to Harry more than just hello and a picture.

“I get that. You’re from America, yeah? It was really rough there for a long time.” He says solemnly, mirroring her figure, leaning against the counter, getting comfortable with her.  

She laughs again, smiling up at him, eyes sparkling, completely in love with her idol, but desperately trying to play it cool. “The accent gives it away, huh? I’m trying to fix that, get a job out of the states and never go back.”

“Hey!” Harry interjects, throwing his hand out from his stance in her direction, like he might touch her, but this time being careful to not actually. “It’s not that bad. I like your accent...And I love LA.”

She can’t stop laughing with Harry. It feels so simple and common to just be talking with him. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush anywhere, but she also fears to take up too much of his time. “I’m originally from up north in California actually. Living in LA right now, though. But I don’t know, I’ve just always felt like I was meant to live somewhere else. Do you know how that is? Just feeling like you’re meant for something different?”

He watches the way she moves her hands and works through her thought process. He feels like in another world they would have been close friends. The way she talks about things is so familiar to him. It’s like she’s read his mind, even though he knows for sure she hasn’t. She’s funny and laid back, yet mature at the same time. He wonders how old she is, out of college it seems if she’s trying to get a job out of the United States. He wonders what she plans to do and who she wants to become. Her aura intrigues him to no end. He thinks he could talk to her for hours.

Realizing he hasn’t made any sort of response to her somewhat philosophical question, he nods quickly, eyes blinking rapidly, his body straightening up back to his full height. “Yeah..I mean that’s how I felt about music. Like, I always felt like I was meant for something more… Turns out I was!”

They smile together again, knowing the conversation is ending. She knows he won’t keep asking questions and she doesn’t want to keep him.

He knows he can’t completely turn himself over to this stranger, she’s obviously younger than him and even though he feels connected to her, she could surprise him still. He knows he can’t talk to her forever, the cashier glancing at the pair of them every so often since they haven’t been looking at any merchandise for a while now. He knows he shouldn’t flirt with her, ask her out for coffee or anything of the sort. He simply knows this must come to an end any moment now.

“You should definitely follow your heart,... I didn’t catch your name?” He realizes when he can’t finish his sentence by calling her name.

“Oh!” She says surprisedly, not realizing she never gave her name, “Y/N. And thank you, means a lot to hear encouragement come from someone who’s been such an inspiration to me. Honestly, thank you.”

He perks at the way she says her name, again feeling like he’s known her for much longer than these five minutes.

“It’s me who should be thanking you, Y/N. Your support is what makes my life the way it is. It means a lot to me - and you truly seem like a lovely person, genuinely.”

She throws her head back in laughter at all of the words he’s saying. The way he’s trying to convey his sincerity is earnest, but his word choice is simply funny to her. Without realizing what she’s doing, she throws out her arm and her hand lands on his bicep to steady herself while laughing - something she would do with anyone normally. He doesn’t shift from her grasp when she opens her eyes and even widens them at the sight in front of her. Her hand on Harry Styles. How is this happening? She thinks as he doesn’t disintegrate underneath her touch. He’s definitely real as she feels the coat fabric and the muscles beneath it. He smiles down at her, so sweetly that his dimples pop out. She’s in awe, but has to contain the slight sense of coolness she’d been maintaining during their conversation.

She removed her hand, gingerly, “I won’t keep you any longer, Harry.” She blushes when she says his name. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get a picture with you, but I totally understand if you’re not okay with that. I wouldn’t post it anywhere, it’s more just for me to remember this.” She rushes the last bit, feeling nervous and shy yet again. He was so big physically, but his presence was also so strong that she felt even smaller around him.

His smile calms her immediately and this time it's his hand to touch her, his hand landing over hers that’s been resting on the counter during their conversation.

“Of course,” His lips are soft and plush as they maintain his sweet smile. “Hey Mitch!” He looks over his shoulder as he calls to Mitch who has returned from the upstairs part of the shop.

Mitch blinks at the sight of Harry with a stranger before coming over, “Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking a picture of Y/N and me?”

Y/N is still in disbelief of what is going on, completely awestruck that Harry just said her name again to Mitch Rowland. And that Mitch Rowland was even in this shop with her as well. She hadn’t realized that at first. But now she was going to be forever grateful to her father for insisting they come back to Bayeux during this trip.

Mitch nods and takes her phone once she slips it out of her pocket, fingers fidgeting to get it open quickly. Mitch smiles at her reassuringly as she lets go and moves to stand beside Harry against the counter. He pulls her into his side gently and her hand goes around his waist, feeling his warmth and substantiality for the first true time. She tries to ground herself in the moment, memorizing every detail of right now. His cologne that emanates from his neck, the way the material of his jacket feels against her bare arm, the way he puffs out a slight laugh as Mitch shifts around to get most of their bodies in the frame. Oh and the way he looks when he tilts his neck to check on her and he even risks a wink of one of his emerald eyes and she promises herself she’ll never give away any of the clothes she’s wearing right now. Her nonchalant response is to wink right back and then they both smile, turning back their attention to the phone in Mitch’s hands.

Her mom had gone up to the cashier, effectively distracting them from the photoshoot that had begun to take place. Y/N never wants Harry to let go of her, but again she knows this can’t last forever. Mitch takes a couple of photos before handing the phone back. Y/N assumes that’s it and is about to thank Harry, but he speaks over her and her words die in her throat.

“How do they look?”

“Oh?” She flips through them and Harry leans over her shoulder, respectfully. “Pretty good,” she sums up, she loves them and she’d love even more, but she’d obviously never ask Harry for that.

“Pretty good?” He echoes, unsure of her response, looking from her to the photos, “Do you want to take more?”

She thinks on his offer, already knowing the right answer, “No, no. It’s all good. Thanks.”

Then turning to face Mitch, who’s been watching the pair of them converse, “Could I actually get a photo with you, Mitch? Sorry if that’s super weird, I just think you’re really cool. I had no idea you were even here until, uh, Harry called you over.” She laughs nervously, blushing yet again.

Harry laughs under his breath at how both her and Mitch blush at her words. She’s more unsure with Mitch, which he finds interesting. She had carried their conversation easily and maintained eye contact casually, but with Mitch, it was like he was her schoolyard crush, nervous hands and fleeting glances. He wondered if she genuinely only liked Harry for his music and didn’t find him physically attractive. This nagging feeling at the back of his mind perplexed him, he twitched trying to shrug it off. Why did he care if this woman found Mitch attractive and not him?  

“Yeah, of course. It’s not weird, have had plenty of people say much weirder things to me than that…” He smiles at Y/N and she mirrors his expression, but then she bites her lip. Her expression falters slightly as she processes his words. “I’m sorry if you’ve had similar experiences as Harry with so-called fans being disrespectful and inconsiderate.”

“No need to apologize, you’ve been nothing but kind and respectful,” Harry interjects

She only fidgets at his words. She’s growing slightly more nervous, being in the presence of both Mitch and Harry was starting to wear on her calm exterior. Still, Mitch trades places with Harry and Harry plucks her phone from her hands. He takes more photos than Mitch, doing close ups and full shots, causing Mitch and Y/N to laugh as they hold onto each other. He gives them little instructions on what to do in the photos and soon Y/N is rolling her eyes at Harry like she’s been best friends with him for ages. She feels like she’s just out with a couple of her friends and they decided to stop and pose for photos randomly, rather than meeting rock legends that she had only dreamt of ever seeing in real life.

When Harry is finally satisfied and comes up to the pair of them, she moves away from Mitch first, his long hair shifting as she pulls away from his side. She turns to face him immediately and starts to gush, “You’re an amazing guitarist, by the way. I forgot to say that. When I heard ‘She’ for the first time...I was blown away. The guitar on it...Feels like you’re in another universe. And it follows up ‘To Be So Lonely’ which your guitar on it is also like crazy epic. ”

Harry and Mitch laugh, but Mitch’s smile is appreciative, like he’s about to speak, but Harry speaks first, “That’s because he was in another universe. You know the story?”

She smiles and nods. Harry nods in approval. Mitch interjects, “Thank you. Also, Y/N,” he stares intently at her face and she meets his gaze this time, “You’re truly one of the kindest people - maybe the kindest - who have come up to us. And I’m not just saying that because you complimented my guitar playing.”

“He’s right,” Harry nods solemnly. Her face beams up at them both, now she really felt like this was too good to be true. Meeting her idols and having them both say very complimentary things about her, she’d cherish it forever.

“You both are amazing people and deserve to be treated as such.” Her tone is the sincerest she’s ever been, meaning every single thing she says. Then she rushes out her next few sentences, “But thank you again, seriously, you both mean a lot to me - I’ll let you get back to it...Have a nice day!”

After they say their farewells swiftly, she turns to leave and bounces over to her mother who is grinning with pride for her daughter. Before she exits completely she risks a glance over her shoulder and throws a peace sign up, Harry returns it. Then she walks out of the shop, her mother finishing up her shopping minutes ago. Mitch and Harry stay back, talking and continuing to look around the store.

Y/N tries to keep her cool until they’re out of sight of the shop. Once they round the corner and are on the next street over, she’s jumping up and down and squealing to her mom. “Can you actually believe it? What the fuck just happened? That was real right? I wasn’t hallucinating?”

Her mom laughs and reassures her it was real, “You did that, I’m so proud of you. You handled yourself very maturely”

“Well I tried! I can’t believe Mitch was there too!” She interjects, cutting off her mom, completely ecstatic from the previous experience.

“So how did the photos come out?” Her mom asks once Y/N had stopped rambling about Harry’s outfit and their matching shoes and their conversation and basically anything that had happened in the last ten minutes. They were blocks from the shop now.

“Photos?”

“Yeah, the photos you took with them. How do they look? I was ready to come over, but then that other man popped out of nowhere.”

“He’s smooth like that,” she says wistfully, her little crush on Mitch being nowhere near her love for Harry, but still present, and pats for her phone. “Oh.” She says, stopping in her tracks.

Her mother stops with her, “What?”

“I...I left my phone in the store, I guess.”

“Y/N…” Her mom drags out her name in exasperation, in awe of her daughter’s ability to be so smooth with her own idol yet how forgetful she could still be.

“Shit!” She confirms that her phone is nowhere to be found.  

“Really?” Her mother sighs, hands sitting on her hips in the center of the French street.  

“Sorry?” She asks sheepishly. In her starstruck stupor she had been too transfixed on Harry and Mitch and must have placed it down on the counter.

“Well, let’s go back,” her mother states, tired but also not completely mad. She lost her phone plenty of times and it was usually because of less acceptable reasons. Meeting your idols warranted a spacey head.

The door chimes as Y/N reenters the store, she walks quickly to wear she had her conversation with Harry almost twenty minutes ago and her mom goes to ask the clerk if they had grabbed it. It’s not on the counter where they had been leaning. She glances around checking to see if it had fallen on the ground or if by some grand luck Harry and Mitch were still there. Due to her luck, neither of these hopes came true. Her mom joins her in the area and shakes her head, the clerk hadn’t gotten any phones turned in since they had left the first time.

“Give me your phone,” Y/N says suddenly. “Find my iphone,” she explains when her mom looks at her questioningly. Checking the phone, she sighs in exasperation, silently cursing herself for not sharing her location with her mom when her phone icon says ‘location unavailable’. She rubs a hand over her face in disappointment.

“Don’t click the sound button!” Her mom says quickly, “If someone stole it, they’ll turn it off when they hear it.”

“But how am I supposed to find it? It could be here and I just can’t see it.” Her finger hovers over the ‘play sound’ button, hesitant, but desperate. She had met and gotten photos with Harry Styles and they were already gone - oh and she’d have to replace her phone, which would be terrible, as well.  

“Maybe Harry Styles has it?”

“Mom, don’t be dumb.”

“Hey! Watch your tone. I’m serious. Did he ever hand it back to you after he took those second round of pictures?”

Y/N scratches her head nervously and hands back her mom’s phone. She places both over her face and presses her fingers harshly over her eyes trying to think. She hadn’t been paying attention to her phone at the time, too busy trying to commit everything about Harry to memory in her mind so that she’d never forget it. She was sure she’d never forget today, now, even if she ever stopped loving Harry, which she was doubtful of. Hey kids, I met a rockstar and I was so starstruck I lost my phone in France! She groaned. “Oh my fucking god!”

After a few deep breaths with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, she composed herself, “We need to play the sound. Either it’s here and we’ll find it. Or - worst case scenario - it sounds and Harry Styles realizes he has my phone and we go from there… Well, I guess in the worst case scenario some jerk stole it and they turn it off and sell it for parts, but I just don’t think that’s what happened.” She bites her lip and stares at her mom, who hesitantly raises her finger to press the button that sets off the alarm on the lost phone. She clicks it after an overly dramatic pause. Y/N prays to anyone who’s willing to listen, she says in her mind, please sound the phone in here. Life would be so much simpler if it worked out the way we wanted. But, in place of the annoying echoing ring of the Find My iPhone tone there is only silence. At least there’s silence in the little shop in Bayeux.

-

In a tiny taxi cab that was headed to a small chateau outside of the town of Bayeux, the phone sounds and causes Harry to furrow his brows. He was sure he had his phone on ‘do not disturb’, but he pulls it out anyway to see why it’s making this annoying sound. What he pulls out of his coat pocket is not his phone he realizes immediately.

“Shit,” he says under his breath, still loud enough for Mitch to look over from the opposite passenger seat.

“What?”

“This isn’t my phone.”

“What?”

Harry rolls his eyes at Mitch’s repeated question and opens up his purse digging out his actual phone and holds up his and the one he had apparently stolen.

“Oh, yeah, that’s not your phone. That’s not good.”

Harry huffs as he turns the unknown phone over in his hand, the screen was a scene of a city he didn’t actually recognize - San Francisco maybe - the lavender silicone case is smooth in his hand and he notices a little sticker, it’s of Y/N and two other women. His eyes widen at it and it makes a little more sense to him. He hadn’t really stolen a phone, he just forgot to give it back. It wasn’t much better, but it was how he was going to comfort himself. Dropping his own phone in his lap, he runs his hand through his hair, rings slightly tugging at his mused curls. Then he turns the sticker to show Mitch, “It’s that girl we met, it’s her phone.”

“You stole her phone,” Mitch states. Voice deadpan and eyes boring into Harry’s.

“No!” Harry defends, but quickly slumps, “I mean, technically? Yes...But-�� Mitch’s laughter cuts him off. “You’re an idiot, Harry, y’know that?”

-

“I feel like I’m on punk’d right now…” Y/N grumbles as it becomes clear that the phone is not in this shop. “If this is punk’d, at least my phone’s not actually gone,” she says to no one really. Her mom is pacing the store and stops to look at her daughter, “This is most definitely not punk’d for so many reasons, dear. Mainly because the show got canceled but also because we are in Bayeux, France not Malibu.”

“Fuck…”

She walks out of the shop, barely paying a glance to the shop keeper this time, her usual kind demeanor nowhere to be found under the piles of distress and anxiety plaguing her body.

Back out on the street she looks around, again hoping that with any luck Harry is still around and will come running up to her to give her back her phone. Again, no such luck.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” She looks to her mom helplessly, her arms flapping by her sides, defeated.

-

“What the fuck am I going to do?” Harry asks as they get out of the taxi, glancing at the purple phone in his hand.

Mitch shrugs, “Hope she has her location on?”

“Then she’s going to come here...But wouldn’t she have tried to track it first instead of playing the sound?”

“Dude, I don’t know.You can try to unlock it and find her mom’s number, get in contact with them.” Mitch sighs as they walk through the front door. “Or we can go back to town, see if they’re still there? Did you get her last name? You could find her on social media maybe?”  

“I feel terrible...She was so nice.” Harry throws his bags down on the entryway couch and begins to pace, Y/N’s phone never leaving his hand. “Could go back into town tomorrow, maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mitch sits and runs a hand through his hair, “Just calm down, right now, Harry. There’s not much else you can do.”

He’s right and Harry tries to not fixate on the phone, but he fiddles with it for the rest of the day. He doesn’t let it leave his sight and sets it beside his bed when he gets ready to go to sleep. As he shifts in the bed, unable to fall asleep he takes the phone and begins trying to unlock it, guessing random numbers and failing miserably. Eventually, he decides he should go to bed and drifts off into an uncomfortable sleep.

-

After being unsuccessful in town, Y/N and her mom went back to the little villa they were staying at on the outskirts of Bayeux. It was located next to some vineyards that the villa co-owned with the private chateau that sat on the other side of the vines. It was beautiful and she had been so excited to be staying there. But after the events of today, she was not in the mood to join the rest of her family for dinner among the grapes. She lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she had been so stupid to forget to ask for her phone back.

In the middle of the night, she wakes up in a cold sweat. She’s still in the clothes she had worn out and was laying on top of her covers at the end of her bed. All the windows of the room were closed and her shades weren’t drawn. Groggily, she rose from her uncomfortable position and changed. Moving to the window to let some air in she sees the lights flickering in a room of the private chateau across the way. She wondered why someone would willingly be up at this hour, even though she was unsure exactly what time it was without her phone. Her phone. That’s what had woken her up. She had dreamt that her mom had called her phone and the frog from the Frog and the Toad stories had picked it up. That was ridiculous, of course, but the idea to call her phone instead of just pinging it was solid. If Harry still had it, then he could pick up and they could figure out how to meet up. She decided she’d have to do that at a reasonable hour, however and moved on, opening her windows and closing the sheer shades, before getting under her covers to sleep.

-

Y/N wakes up early the next morning. Her sleep a restless one. Padding down the hall to her parent’s room, she knocks solemnly. She was far from a morning person and it was much to her mother’s surprise to see her standing in the hallway when she opened the door.

“Hey..” her voice catches in her throat, scratchy from lack of use in the night.

“Good morning, sunshine,” her mother laughs slightly, but Y/N only gives her an unamused look and walks into her room immediately searching for her mom’s phone.

“Need to use your phone, gonna call my phone,” she mutters, none of her thoughts being coherent sentences.

“Y/N, it’s 7 am. You’re going to call Harry Styles at 7 am? With your morning voice?”

Her eyes narrow and her lips form a straight line one her face, clearly not amused by her mother’s questions. Even if she knew her mom was right. She clears her throat and rolls her eyes at her mom, who is moving around the room beginning to get ready for the day as her daughter sits on the rumpled bed. Y/N’s father had already gone out to breakfast in the main area of the villa.

“Fine,” she slides off the bed when she realizes her mom isn’t offering her any more words of wisdom. “I’ll get ready for the day and then I will call my phone.”

Pattering back to her room, she slowly begins to dress and liven herself up for the day. Her hands instinctively reach out to her bedside table to pick up her phone to turn some music on, but of course she’s greeted with nothing. She groans loudly, “Of. Fucking. Course.” Shaking her head, she moves to take fresh clothes out of her suitcase.

Exiting her room again, this time far more awake, she walks down the hallway in a babydoll style top that read “Don’t play with my heart” with little girls playing racquetball with a red heart emblazoned over her chest and white jean floods. Her feet were covered in red high top converse today, matching the color of the small heart on her shirt. She liked the contrast of the white pants and the bright red of the shoes and she smiled to herself as she walked confidently into the breakfast area.

Her entire family was sitting around one of the tables, sipping coffee and eating pastries, it was now around 8:45 - a slightly more acceptable part of the day. They were all early risers, especially in comparison to her, and her older sister looks at her curiously. “What are you doing up so early, kid?” Y/N leans down to grab a slice of a peach from her brother’s place, which earns her a slight yelp of protest. She rolls her eyes at her sister and stalks off to the buffet, knowing she’s made her presence known enough.

“Can I borrow your phone now?” Y/N says after finishing a small danish and the lukewarm coffee that was at their table when she arrived. Her mother finally nods and hands it over. As Y/N grabs it, she’s already halfway out the doors that lead into the backyard of the villa. 

She stands on the grass that goes for a few feet before a hedge that separates the villa ground with the vineyard. Flipping through the contacts, she settles on hers and sighs, trying to calm her nerves. Her free hand ghosts over her hair and she uses one foot to step lightly on the heel of the other shoe. Please pick up, she sends out a prayer once again. Her last twenty-four hours seemed to consist of dreams, hopes, and prayers and she was starting to realize that she didn’t particularly like any of them. Biting her lip, she raises her phone up to her ear and gets her automatic voice message. Realizing she has her phone on ‘do not disturb’, she immediately rings herself again, knowing that it will go through this time.

-

Harry strolls out of his bathroom and widens his eyes when he hears a buzzing hear his bed. Seeing it’s Y/N’s phone he grabs it quickly and furrows his brow at the contact. Her mother’s name, but he doesn’t know that. To him it’s just a person’s name, it could be anyone she knew. Still, he thought about the odds of it being just one of her friends or her calling from someone else’s phone and decided to risk it.

“Hello?”

“Thank fucking God!” is all he hears and he’s pretty sure it’s Y/N’s voice.

“Y/N?” He laughs and takes a seat on his bed, staring out his window that opened to the vineyard.

“Yes! Harry? Hi!” She’s ecstatic that anyone picked up at all, bouncing up and down on the other side of the phone. She mutters to herself, once again, “Thank fucking God.”

“Who’s phone are you calling from?”

“Oh, my mom’s,” she says, calming down slightly as she begins to walk around the grass, unable to contain the renewed sense of energy she has.

“You don’t keep her in your contacts as ‘mum’? I almost didn’t pick up.” He tilts his head, trying to think of anyone else he knew who kept their mother’s contact as the actual name rather than ‘mum’ or some other variant of it.

“Well, thanks for picking up,” she laughs at his words, bringing her pacing to a stop to stare at the chateau across the way. “It’s really not that weird,” she insists, her arm going to cradle the elbow of the arm that holds the phone to her ear. “I don’t think any of my siblings have her as ‘mom’ in their contacts.”  

“I think it’s a little weird. I’m going to have to start asking people what they’ve got their mum down as in their phones. You’ve got me intrigued,” he muses, only slightly teasing. A smile curves onto his face as he hears her huff over the phone, obviously not liking his ribbing.

“So...you have my phone,” she changes the subject.

“Yes…” he scratches his head and she swears she could hear him awkwardly rubbing at his hair. “Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I forgot to give it back.”

“Not entirely your fault, I probably should have asked for it back. It was like twenty minutes before I even realized I didn’t have it and that was only really thanks to my mom.” She tries to not make him feel bad, because she honestly felt responsible for the mess up.

“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t’ve realized till I got back to my place and pulled out one phone from my pocket and another one from my bag if you hadn’t tried the ‘find my iphone’ thing.”

“Oh my god, was it loud!? Did you have a hard time shutting it off?” She rushes as all the possible ways she might have annoyed Harry yesterday run through her mind.

“No, no, it was fine,” he reassures her, laughing lightly, standing up now and beginning to pace in front of his window. “Felt like a proper dick, though. Never in my life have I forgotten to give someone their phone back.” He sighs and stops in front of the window, deciding to open it for some fresh air.

Her gaze flits to a movement on the second floor of the chateau, someone opening up their window apparently. The long paned windows flip open and the little sheer curtains flutter in the slight morning breeze.

“So are you still in Bayeux?” Harry asks, hoping her answer is ‘yes’ as he takes in a deep breath of the air from outside.

“Yeah. Are you still here?” She asks timidly, moving her gaze down to her shoes bright red sticking out of the green grass. “Because that will make getting my phone back much easier,” she adds, clarifying that it’s not supposed to be a personal question, just simply a logistical one. Even if her heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing Harry again.

“Yes, I am. Well...just outside the town actually.”

“You don’t say? I’m staying just outside of town, too. At a little villa located next to a vineyard,” She looks around her surroundings again, walking the length of the garden once more. A movement from the same room that had opened their windows at the chateau catching her eye once again. A man, with his arm placed on the sill, leaning out slightly.

“You’re not wearing red shoes by any chance?” He smiles and she can hear the way it affects his words. Looking out of the window, he eyes the villa and the person who was pacing around its patio, seemingly on the phone.

Her brows raise and she stops in her tracks. “Did you just open your window?”

The only response from Harry that she hears is a soft chuckle. But, more importantly, the man in the chateau is waving to her. She grins and waves her free hand over her head, doing a slight jump to make sure he sees her. His laughter only grows, crackling slightly over the telephone line.

“What are the odds?” She breathes out after a moment. Her waving hand fell to her side and she looked at the figure in the window. It wasn’t exactly clear to her that it was Harry, but the way the man was hunched was enough to convince her. She vaguely sees him shake his head in agreement at the serendipitous nature of their current situation.

“Have you had a chance to dine in the vineyard yet?” Harry bites his lip after he asks the question, feeling a little more confident in his flirtation over the phone.

“I have - only once for dinner. Last night I was so stressed I couldn’t eat.”

“What do you think about lunch in the vineyard?” He’s smiling now, the charm dripping in every word he says. His accent is music to her ears and she thinks how could she ever say no to that offer.  

“I don’t know...lunch with my phone thief?” She imitates an unsure tone. Her tease is lighthearted and Harry huffs, playfully indignant.

“As an apology for keeping your phone by mistake,” he adds, emphasizing the ‘by mistake’ part.

“As long as I can get my phone back, I’m up for anything you want,”  She laughs, but then blushes at the innuendo that could be found in her words. Harry hears it and an amused look spreads across his face, the definition of anything running through his mind as well as his assured belief that Y/N did not mean what she had just implied. “I mean! Not anything, I just...Lunch in the vineyard would be lovely, Harry.” She sighs, a hand trailing down her face at her complete foolishness.

“Great. How does one o’clock sound?” He moves on from her slip, not wanting to embarrass her anymore. Especially when he was the one to cause this entire situation.

“Sounds smashing, Mr. Thief,” She breathes out, but laughs when she hears Harry groan.

“You’re something else, missy.”

“I know.” She rolls her eyes, trying to contain her giggles at their playful back and forth.

“See you at one.” He says finally.

“See you at one.” She echoes, continuing to watch him in the window. Neither of them seem to move to hang up. She’s stood in place and so is he, his head hanging out of the window now, resting himself on his arm. It’s just their breathing exchanging over the line and some gusts of wind crackling the connection every so often.

“Are you going to hang up?” She whispers, after a minute of complete silence, her voice coming out impossibly small.

“Thought you would’ve by now.”

“I don’t know why I can’t.” She admits, but she just feels weird hanging up on him even if they have plans to see each other later.

“Me neither.” His response causes her to tilt her head in confusion. Why would he have trouble hanging up on her?

“Okay.”

Then, it’s quiet again. Both of them shifting their bodies around, yet still managing to stay on the line. Y/N is the one who hangs up the phone after hearing Harry’s breath shake slightly, like he’s steeling himself to actually hang up. She realizes that while she doesn’t want to hang up on him, she’d rather do it than have him hang up on her. If that made any sense. She wasn’t sure, but the way he had invited her to lunch, it just felt like he had shifted their relationship from fan and star to something else. Something she didn’t fully grasp, but whatever it was made her stomach flip.

-

She informed her family that she wouldn’t be going out with them today and that she was getting her phone back, but not that she would be having lunch with Harry. She had no idea what they would think about it, but she didn’t want to give them the chance to inform her.

Walking through the vineyards, she watches the slight dust from the dirt gather on her shoes, the red converse. She had settled on what she had been wearing originally after changing her outfit upwards of twenty times. Best to be casual, she thought, like it was no big deal that she was about to dine with a musician whom she loved.

There was only one table on this side of the vineyard, it was the part owned by the chateau, a couple rows from where the villa had their tables. The simple cream tablecloth laid across the wooden table that had two matching wooden chairs with cream cushions placed around it. On top of the table was a picnic basket and a bottle of red wine, made from the grapes in the vineyard. And in one of the chairs sat Harry. Big square green glasses perched on his nose as he looked up at the sky. Y/N takes in his appearance, his cream shirt with stitched patterns on it, half unbuttoned to grant a full view of his swallows and butterfly as well as baggy light wash ripped jeans and dirty white vans. His shirt almost matches the tablecloth, but she’s not sure if he would take that as a compliment.

He hadn’t noticed her presence and he rubs his lips together, smoothing the lip balm he had applied before settling outside.

“Mr. thief?” She touches lightly on his shoulder, similar to how she had done yesterday. His head shoots up and he readjusts in his chair, to sit up slightly more upright. A smile curves onto his face and he moves his glasses up into his hair, pushing his curls back behind them.

“Y/N,” he drags out her name, toying with the sound of it. His eyes flit over her figure, taking in her outfit but quickly run back to her beautiful face. He motions for her to take a seat and she complies.

“The red shoes,” he smiles, glancing at her shoes. She laughs and does a little click of her heels.

“Can’t believe my phone was less than a mile away from me last night.”

“Oh! Your phone!” Harry’s eyes widened, “I forgot it in my room!”

Y/N laughs, her smile spreading on her face immediately, but her face falls when she sees Harry isn’t laughing. “You can’t be serious.” Harry says nothing, a blush creeping up his neck. “Harry…” she doesn’t know what else to say, scratching at the back of her head. “I guess stars really are just like us, complete space cadets.”

“I’m sorry! I was..distracted.”

She can’t keep herself from laughing and she places her hand over Harry’s on the table, trying to calm him down. “No worries, seriously, I was just teasing you. I’ve gone this long without my phone, an hour or so more won’t kill me.”

He smiles sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for how foolish he had made himself look. “Sorry ‘bout that. Seems like I’m really trying to keep your phone, doesn’t it?”

“Kind of...but I don’t think there’s anything in particular on there that you’d really be interested in having access to.”

He grabs the bottle of wine and takes the temporary cork off, he had previously uncorked it before Y/N had arrived. He pours the wine and then quirks a brow towards her. “I’m sure you’ve got some funny notes on there, you’re hilarious.”

She scoffs as his look is serious. Picking her glass up, she clinks it with Harry’s and takes a sip. She hums at the taste, judging the flavor and deeming it good. He watches her as she makes her silent decision and smirks at the way she smiles to herself. Coming back to the conversation she makes eye contact with Harry as she sets the glass down and leans back in her chair.

“You barely know me.” A coy smile flits across her features now. Harry’s heart skips a beat at her tone. He had been expecting some lighthearted quip, but this held something far more intense. It’s still teasing, but it’s far closer to flirting than friendly joking.

He begins to unpack the basket and place food onto the table, eyes constantly flickering between his task and Y/N. Her eyes are fixated on his hands, the way they flex and move and the way his rinks clink against the containers he’s moving around.

“Then tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything.” He finishes placing the food on the table and removes the basket from the table so there’s nothing obstructing their view of each other.

“Very specific,” she takes a sip of her wine again, refraining from rolling her eyes. It was easy to talk to Harry, like they had been friends forever.

Harry lets out one of his loud single laughs. “See! You’re hilarious.” His compliment makes her finally roll her eyes playfully. Instead of responding, she puts some food onto the plate in front of her and takes a bite of a peach slide she had grabbed.

“You’re a flirt,” she says finally, her smile spreading across her face.

“That’s a fact ‘bout me not you, love.”

She bites her lip. For being extremely forgetful, Harry was also extremely charming. “Well, I’m not a fan of flirts.”

“I thought you said you were a massive fan yesterday?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at her with an inviting look in his eye, obviously trying to goad her.

She let out a gasp at his words and began to blush. His stare felt like a second sun boring straight into her, its heat traveling directly to her core. Trying to maintain her collected appearance that she had played so well yesterday, she takes a breath and another sip of wine. The liquid ran down her throat, soothing her. Shaking her head she says, “You know what I meant.”

Biting a piece of bread, Harry nods and shoots her a wink. Her legs instinctively shift together. Finishing his chewing, he speaks up, “Okay, but seriously, tell me more about yourself.”

They settle in, getting more serious and having an actual conversation rather than flirty comments shot back and forth. By the end of the bottle of wine, Harry and Y/N are cackling about some story she’s told about her first solo trip to Amsterdam and all the trouble she got into being a twenty year old college student with easy legal access to weed.

“I remember the first time I went to Amsterdam with the band,” Harry easily segways into his own story and she perks at the words ‘the band’. After all the fun they had been having talking and getting to know each other, the idea that Harry was a famous musician had left her mind completely. For the last forty-five minutes he had just been a really nice guy who was treating her to lunch.

She looks at him expectantly. “It was crazy cool, I think I was only seventeen then? But everyone else was over 18 so they bought us a bunch of pot and we smoked it and got high off our asses. Can barely remember what we talked about, but we definitely thought it was the smartest shit ever”

“Do you ever miss that?”

He finishes off his last bit of wine, “Being young and dumb?”

“No, the, like, relationship you had with them. I don’t mean to pry, but I feel like with any close relationship, when you stop being together all the time...it’s never the same.”

Harry sighs, thinking over what you had said, now knowing it was rather serious and not just about being young. He runs a hand through his soft curls before starting his response. “Short answer is yes. But, y’know, they were my family for so long and that bond doesn’t go away, even if we go through rough patches. Like that part of my life is such an essential part of who I am, I could never throw it away or discount it. I don’t know if I miss it all of the time though. I really like who I am right now.”

She nods, finishing her wine now too. Her body is fuzzy and warm under the soft light of the afternoon. Sharing a bottle of wine was enough to make her tipsy, but she felt sober enough to carry on their serious conversation. “That’s good. It’s important to like who you are right now. It’s how you know you’re ready to be there for others.” She says thoughtfully and then adds, “I like who I am right now, too.”

Harry smiles at her, a calm expression maintaining on his face, and twists his rings on his fingers. “That’s good,” he echoes. “Do you want to go for a walk?” His voice is soft and of course she’s going to say yes.

Her response is to stand up from the table and begin putting things back into the picnic basket. Harry watches her for a moment, taking in the way she moves with so much elegance even when doing such a mundane task. He is honestly so happy that he had gotten to see her again. She had intrigued him yesterday, but he had just expected her to be one of those fleeting thoughts in his mind. Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a feeling she would live in his memory for far longer. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll come back later and grab it all.”

“You set this all up, the least I can do is clean up a little,” She looks up at him from her crouched position as she packs up the leftover food into the basket still on the ground. Her hair is slightly falling into her face and she reaches to push it behind her ear while they continue to look at one another. Harry takes his lower lip into his mouth as he continues to look at her, trying to convince himself she’s not the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.

As they walk between the grapes, they continue to talk, further investigating Y/N’s job aspirations and what Harry was planning on for his next few weeks of vacation. He leads them down a dirt path after they cross the street, moving away from both the villa and the chateau. The path has tall grass flanking its sides that pushes around in the cool summer breeze. She mentions the beautiful sound of the birds chirping and Harry agrees. They walk until they reach the small lake that’s about a ten minute walk from their respective current residences. It’s not a lake for swimming so there’s no one around, just more tall grass, some small trees, and the animals.

“It’s really so beautiful here.”

“I love it a lot, I’ve been coming down here every evening and just sitting alone for an hour or so,” Harry motions to the little wooden bench located beneath a shady tree. She looks at him questioningly, unsure if he means for them to sit. He takes her hand in response and leads them over to it. It’s right before the edge of the pond and if their legs were just a bit longer they could touch the feet into the water.

“It’s nice,” She says, turning her attention from the scenery to stare at Harry, who she finds is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and she bites her lip. He’s so close to her. Closer than they were in the shop yesterday and now their faces are on the same level. His glasses are still pushed into his curls and she decides to pluck them from his head and place them over her eyes instead. Harry protests, but she says smugly, “I’m putting them to better use than just sitting a top that head of yours. It’s quite bright out.”

Harry leans into her, extending his arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench. She sighs peacefully, with her gaze now hidden behind the glasses. She returns her gaze out against the water and tries to shift closer to Harry casually. They stay silent, listening to the rest of the world moving around them. Soon she’s resting nestled into his side and his arm has moved from the bench to rest around her shoulders. She exhales in contentment, but neither of them have said anything for a while. They were okay with it, being held was enough. Her right hand goes up and threads with Harry’s that is hanging limply against her.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decides he wants to talk. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too, Harry. You’re different than I had expected.”

“Really?”

“Yeah..I mean there’s that sinister quote about how you should never meet your heroes. But still, you were even kinder than I expected and even though you stole my phone,” she pauses to laugh,”it kind of turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I got to see you again.”

“Thanks…” Harry sighs and she turns her face to gaze up at him. “Well, yeah, now I’m sorta glad I did take your phone. You’re really wonderful.” She smiles and he smiles just as wide.

But then her smile falters, suddenly remembering everything. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, she mentioned that thing about heroes and it all came crashing down around her. Yes, it was amazing to be around Harry and it was great that he had been so down to earth. But what she had just said was true too. He was her hero, he was famous and their lives didn’t connect at all. Just that one fleeting moment in the shop. If she hadn’t known him they would have never interacted. She had even been on her last legs of being in that store, she was just about to ask her mom to leave when Harry had walked through the door.

She sits up and drops her hand from his and he looks at her confused. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks, concerned. She stands up now and walks the short distance to the edge of the water, pushing his glasses on top of her head. He follows quickly, growing anxious as she stays silent. “I just..” she laughs in spite of herself, “I just feel really dumb right now.”

“What? Why?” Harry’s really confused now, she won’t meet his gaze as he faces her trying to figure out what just happened.

“I can’t believe I fooled myself into thinking for even a second this could ever be something more.” She turns to Harry finally, looking him directly in the eye, even though her eyes are prickling with tears. She’s angry with herself, not Harry. “You’re you and I’m just a fan at the end of the day. All of the flirting and touching, it can’t be anything more. At most, I’m a one night stand. And as great as that would be in the moment, I know how I feel about you and I know it would ruin me. I can’t be a fling for you, Harry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he grabs her arm, trying to comfort her, she shrugs him off. “You’re more than a fan to me, I thought that was obvious by now. You wouldn’t be some meaningless one night stand. When I say I like being around you, I mean I like you, Y/N.” His voice is strong yet soft. He needs to convince her that she can feel comfortable around him, but he sees the darkness in her eyes, how scared she is of being hurt.

“I don’t fit into your life, Harry.” She shakes her head, moving her hands more as she grows more anxious.

“That’s not true. You told me you want to move to England, we could see each other there and see if this was anything.”

She knows he’s right, that it was possible, but she had worked herself up so much now that she had a hard time believing it. She takes a deep breath, “Just answer me this. Would you have given me a second glance if I hadn’t come up to you in that shop yesterday? Or a second thought if there hadn’t been the phone mishap?”

Harry is taken aback. Her words had nothing to do with what he had just said. He had thought his solution was actually really great, a plan he had been meaning to tell her if the rest of the day had gone accordingly, which it didn’t seem to be doing. He pauses and if Y/N was anymore distraught that would have been her cue to leave. Thankfully, she had grounded herself enough in the situation to not let her hot head get in the way of this conversation.

“That’s a pretty unfair question, Y/N. It’s not like I’m constantly looking for someone to fancy.”

“Just answer the questions.”

“Probably not, about the first one, I hadn’t even noticed anyone in the shop before you came up to me. I was off in my own world.” She nods, taking his words into account. He continues, “But yes, about the second one, I thought about you in the car ride home before your phone even rang. Like I said, I like you.”

“Okay.” She softens.

“That’s it?”

“I mean you’re right. We could see each other in London and see if this is something. I just had to know about the other stuff, it was racing through my mind and I wouldn’t get over it unless you gave me an answer.”

“Oh, so can I kiss you?” His words broke the uncomfortable tension that had surrounded them.

“You still want to?” Her voice is small and unsure. The most nervous she had been around Harry was right now.  

“I want to do so much more than that, darling, you have no idea.” He cups her cheek and wraps an arm around her waist. She giggles in nervous anticipation. Then his lips gently push onto hers and she sighs into the kiss. At the edge of the lake, the pair of them taste each other for the first time. Tongues begin licking into each other’s mouths and the kiss becomes breathless. Her hands are at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her while he tightens his grasp around her waist. She moans slightly when Harry nips at her lower lip and he smirks, happy with the sound she makes.

“We should probably go get my phone.” Harry whimpers at her words.

“What?” Harry is once again confused by the woman before him, who had now pulled from their kiss.

“My phone is in your room…” She trails off and then eyes widen and he giggles excitedly. Eventually realizing what she’s implying.

“Yes! Yes, we should go do that. Get your phone. In my room. Sounds like a good idea. Mhmm.” He pecks her lips between each sentence.

“You’re so weird,” she laughs and brings down his shades onto her face once again. He pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her head as they begin their walk back to the chateau.

“Do you want your phone or not?”

[yourfriendlele]

So... someone sent me this:

 “I really hate ship wars involving a same sex ship vs a straight pairing because of the tendency  for the claims of homophobia if you dont ship the same sex pairing or say there wasnt evidence ( the term shipping goggles exist because there are people who found evidence where there was none for their ship and this applies to same sex ships which are just ships in the end they can be badly written / forced just like straight pairing can be badly written and deserve criticism they deserve equal treatment if criticizing or hate on a het pairing is allowed and doesnt make you a bigot ( hating someone based on sexuality makes  you a bigot regardless power is not required its only required in oppression)  neither does doing it to same sex pairings it doesnt matter that there arent as many   canon   . like with blacksun do you know how many times someone claimed forced het I have seen like in v3″ 

First of all… are you the person who randomily accused me of “making a joke out of real homophobia and turning it into ship wars” and said that i somehow affirmed “gay ships are above criticism” under my comic? And tagged some friends so they could reblog all that bs? And then when i called you out, you deleted the reblog (tho it still exists, people rebloged it)? Is that you?

Second of all, okay…. who said I don’t criticise same sex ships the same way i criticise het ships? No seriously, where did you get that from? Did you just say that out of nowhere hoping people would buy it?

Third of all, ok some people told you bs is forced and…? Listen, i don’t think bs is the devil, it’s cute enough, not my thing, but yeah, i get why people ship it. I also think it’s not that good or the “meant to be/ correct ship” in coparisson to bb… bb has problems with pacing, and de dialogue is definetely not the best, but blacksun does have some moments that are in fact kinda forced, like treating sun following blake in v4 as something cute, when in reality thats creepy as fuck, even when the guy has good intentions. Does everybody need to pretend that was well written? I thought it was bad writing in twilight, and i thought it was bad writing in fifty shades of grey, so yeah, it’s just as bad in rwby dude, sorry. Again, not terrible and unforgivable and im not gonna pretend im better than everyone that like Blacksun bc of that, but yes, i’ll call it forced.

And listen, if you’re telling me Yang asking blake to dance is “shipping goggles” bc “clearly that wasn’t meant to be read as romantic” (even though, yeah, asking someone to dance with you can be considered a romantic gesture irl), but Sun stalking blake in v4 is “absolutely a romantic moment bc he’s a good guy” (which he is, i understand the writers didn’t mean to make him abusive, but still, following someone like that isn’t, and has never been, a romantic gesture), then yeah…. i’ll assume you’re homophobic. Can’t you see the obvious double standard???? Do you want me to pretend i don’t see it?

You don’t have to like the ship, i don’t particurlaly like bs, or arkos or rosegarden, but i see the moments that can be considered romantic. Bb has moments that can be considered romantic. You don’t have to like it to see it.

Also, the absolute bullshit arguments you anti bb guys come at me with makes it even harder to believe you have any decent intentions… ‘oh you watch a show just for lesbians???? sorry some of us care about actual writing!” Oh sorry, i didn’t know me watching the wilds bc of the wlw ship cancelled me reading 1984 bc it’s a literature classic. Lemme ask you something, does me wanting to watch the gucci movie bc i wanna see lady gaga in it also cancel me wanting to watching “us” bc i find Jorndan Peele a wonderful storyteller? 

[a3day]

#GMPD: Jessi (제시)

Feel how you want about it, the fact remains that she has some bonafide hit moments. I never thought I’d explore this so soon in Great Moments in Production & Delivery (GMPD) but it feels like now’s the right time. First, the Disclaimer.

An Album a Day is my exploration into the Korean music scene. This podcast and blog will cover mainstream, indie and some underground artists within the scene and provide both factual and opinionated commentary. The biggest benefit to sharing my thoughts this way is that it will hopefully expose you to more great music and exploration of your own.

Korean American music artist Jessica Ho (Korean: 호현주 [Ho Hyun-joo]) has been in the game since 2005 and her story is one of triumph, setbacks, and hiccups. The New York-born, New Jersey-raised singer, rapper, and songwriter made her debut as a solo artist who then moved into Korean hip-hop trio Lucky J. She made her final appearance with the group in 2014 and then prepared for more solo work. More specifically, her grit and American charisma was personified on the debut season of Unpretty Rapstar (2015) and set her as the second-place winner by audience vote. Since then, the artist I affectionately and teasingly refer to as Capital P (both for the c*nt power and for her shape pre-butt enhancement [I’m top heavy asl too so I know the vibes on being P-shaped lol]) has developed an entertaining catalog.

We’re not talking video content, we aren’t talking aesthetic. We’re not even talking my most favorite track by her of all time (GRAY’s production means I’m already biased sooo yeah). 

This is about the music. In no particular order, here we go.

Who Dat B (2020)

First up is this bop, where the sound engineer put a whole grown foot in the production of the first verse. From 0:14 to a few milliseconds into 0:35, autotune and spatial filters set a mood. She sits on the track, something that is common with Jessi’s delivery, but her trademark ad lib creeps in so resolutely for damn near 3 seconds and it is glorious. The crossover of the reverb and echo effects within 0:32 to 0:35 are a whole chef’s kiss moment.

Cold Blooded teaser (2021)

Laugh if you want to. Laugh if ya want. But the teaser for her most recent 2021 comeback sticks. This isn’t some magical production moment, but it’s a magical choice. Lemme explain. What we hear in the M/V teaser is what was played on set while filming the video. This is the echoey, spatial experience of the music blasting over loud speakers to help everyone stay on count as the women of Street Woman Fighter/스트릿 우먼 파이터 (SWF) do what needs to be done with this choreography. All the same, it creates that fun filter moment that makes you feel like you're standing outside the club or a party you’re hoping to get in to. Think about it! The bass is knocking, the audio’s a bit muffled, and then Jessi’s husky “Huh” comes through with just enough clarity to make you wish you were inside. That’s a great choice, baby.

Gucci (2017)

The husky voice was the meat and potatoes on this track. There’s nothing super-demanding from the music -- it’s fun and structured to let her thrive -- but Jessi sells the hell out of this track. She was in her bag and her voice was deep as hell. You see a platinum blonde woman atop some luggage in a pink cute outfit, and then she comes and drops the octaves on you immediately like a stack of weights. The music drops out for her natural baseline to milk the punch for all its worth. And she’s doin’ the thing, talkin’ mad shit right out the gate within the first few words. Regardless of comprehension, you’re bobbing along to the beat without realizing that you’re bopping to her cadence and tone. The instrumental to this song is simple as hell. You check it and you find yourself enjoying it because of the mere thought of her delivery. That’s a damn win.

염따(YUMDDA) - 9ucci REMIX (2021)

Jessi shines regularly as the sole female on a ratchet track. Fast forwarding to 1:37 (to avoid distractions) and Jessi’s perched on a custom wrapped whip and she’s going in. Her tone is right, she’s playful and flagrant, and took the O-ren Ishii approach in making sure listeners know she’s not playing because hers is the only all-English verse on this Hangul track.

The 2018 summer love track “Down” is a positive showcase of her singing chops. She won’t be blowing socks off with her vocals but you hear control and a truly unique voice amongst a scene that has a lot of similarities for perceived-success’s sake. And there’s this honorable mention for the musicality being so far left for her (and this damn commercial at 1:06 that I spent that whole summer going, “Sheesh! SHEESH!” at because she was just rising in SoKo and her tone and confident strut was everything to me! This is when I started calling her Capital P lolol) but I believe those interested in checking out more of her work have a good jump-off from this. Bye y’all.

[chemicalpink]

oKAY BUT CAN WE JUST IMAGINE WHAT A CRACKHEAD POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH BTS WOULD BE LIKE???

library dates with Namjoon

Coffee dates with Yoongi

Jin cooking for you

Gaming nights with Tae & Jungkook

Which mostly ends up with Jungkook winning, Tae whinning and you pouting until Kook buries your face with kisses

lots of cuddles from Jimin & Hoseok

LOTS OF CUDDLES FROM EVERYONE TBH

Living together was the best and worst decision you could have made

lemme walk you through a usual day

noisY MORNINGS

I’m talking about Joonie’s loud singing in the shower

Jungkook imitating him from outside the door + Hobi laughing at it while recording it in his phone

Jin yelling from the kitchen that breakfast is ready and “tHis Is ThE tHiRd TiME I’vE TolD yOu tO CoMe DoWn” 

He sometimes swears that he is taking care of 6 kids

Especially when Tae & Jimin are currently arguing over who’s had their rightful third pancake

Grandpa Yoongi is grumpy because he was woken up before noon, sitting on the couch, almost falling asleep while holding a cup of black coffee

Namjoon actually says goodbye to you with a kiss and a “see you in the afternoon baby”

The rest of them just yell a “GOODBYE Y/N” before heading out the door, the house a complete mess

You going to school/work and them blowing up the group chat

With the usual private message from one of them

Jimin and Jungkook once sent you nudes when they knew you were taking an exam/ during a meeting, just for the shit & giggles

They still bring that up from time to time during movie nights

Apparently they have a schedule that you know nothing about for picking you up from school/work

Until Jin and Hobi messed it up once, resulting in both of them showing up and making a scene outside the building

Because

Why are there two amazingly good looking guys arguing outside 

Turn around and yeah, they’re your boyfriends, sorry 

“It CLEARLY said Tuesday 3rd, J” “Well, how was I supposed to know that J belonged to Jin and not JHope?” “Your name is Hoseok?? ffs” 

You ended up walking home that day

They didn’t even notice, until you were taking too long and called you “Yeah.. I’m home guys”

As busy as all of you are, you like to have quality time over lunch so you usually go out

Sleepy hours when they get home

Lots of whinning and cuddles for the day

Contrastingly enough, evenings are pretty much silent

Namjoon and you are always the last ones to go to bed

Have I mentioned that your room has a custom made double alaskan king bed?

Jungkook usually ends up rolling off anyway

Sexy times are quite a show tbh

Group sex is not really your forte

But you are not opposed to it

You don’t plan on it, it usually begins with two of you and someone eventually adds up, perhaps two of them

You have become the master of kinks by now tbh 

These boys have so many different tastes, you name it, you’ve probably done it

YOU. ARE. SPOILED. ROTTEN.

that’s it. They love to buy you things out of the blue

“Y/N I walked by Gucci and thought these would look good on you” (you know who we’re talking about)

Unfortunately, not everything is rainbows and rays of sunshine

Arguments are a thing, although they’re not big and you tend to talk them out

But polyamory is a misunderstood thing

And you are almost always getting too caught up on the weird looks people give you

Or that time the elderly lady called you names after watching you kiss two of them

But they love you so much and you love them all

You are sure to be happy in their arms, and them in yours and one another

Sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with

And that’s okay :)

A/N: I am aware of the asks in my inbox, i promise I’ll get to them its just that i have loads of work + midterms (BTW i give you my whole support to anyone on midterms rn) but i hope you like this headcanon ily

[adamarks]

simon snow has fucking dragon powers or some shit and this is my goddamn proof

Whilst you people were having a meltdown over Baz and Simon not hashing it out (Simon’s not in a place of understanding his self worth enough for that yet.), I was having a meltdown about Simon Snow The Literal Fucking Dragon. 

Now, this is obviously going to have major spoilers for Wayward Son. I’m going to assume you’ve read it if you’re reading this. I’ve put a lot of thought into this theory and this is a long ass post so I’m putting it under the cut. Now. Let’s go, lesbians!

First and foremost, let’s start with the wings and tail. 

Simon’s wings are established at the very beginning of Wayward Son to represent something. We don’t really get to quite know what that something is until they start referring to Simon’s wings the same way they used to refer to his magic. 

The most direct reference to Simon’s wings symbolizing his magic is in Simon’s section of the prologue at the very end of the book:

“It’s time for me to stop pretending I’m some sort of superhero. I was that-- I really was-- but I’m not anymore. I don’t belong in the same world as sorcerers and vampires. That’s not my story.

Dr. Wellbelove said he could remove the wings. And the tail. Whenever I’m ready. I could go back to school then, or get a job...”

This section directly confirms that yes, these wings are a metaphor for Simon’s magic. They’re all he has left connect him to the world of magic. They’re the only thing still making him feel even remotely on the same level as Baz and Penelope. (This book really was all about the concept of self-worth and how completely lacking it affects not only us but those we love. Phew, talk about a doozy. No wonder we’re all crying.)

Now that we’ve established that Simon’s wings, at the very least, are his one tether to magic, let’s drive the nail into the coffin of the wings and tail being absolutely, 100% symbolic of his magic. 

As I mentioned earlier, the book starts treating the wings exactly the same as it treated his magic. This even starts before Wayward Son. The first mention of Simon’s emotions relating to his wings and tail is in the first book. In the epilogue, in Baz’s section, during the dance scene. 

“His tail whips out of my hand. It tends to slash around when he’s upset.”

This really starts to come out in the last fourth of Wayward when he’s “itching for a fight.”

His wings constantly poke, prod, and generally annoy Baz and Penny because he refuses to put them away. Almost.... like... how his magic..... felt suffocating.... and too much... and he couldn’t push it back... or tamp it down. *cough*

Okay, so that was all pretty basic, boring, base-building stuff, yeah?  Pretty “whatever we get it.” 

Well, here’s where it starts to get fun. 

Let’s talk about Simon’s Mirrors.

Lemme just explain what the hell a mirror is, first. In case we all flunked our high school Lit classes. 

A mirror character is, in simple terms, a character that acts, looks like, or reminds you of one of the main characters. Through these “mirror characters” some important information about the main character is revealed to us subtextually. 

Let’s name our Simon mirrors:

Ebb 

Agatha (she’s being developed as her own character but that’s not stopping her from mirroring our good lad.)

Aunt Fiona (to some extent anyway. she doesn’t really factor here.) 

There might be some minor ones I’m forgetting (I’m not including foils) but these are our main guys. 

I put Ebb on the list first, but let’s start with Agatha, the cranky heroine of our dreams. 

Throughout the whole first book, Agatha is shown to be Simon’s mirror. Them both mooning over Baz in almost the exact same way. (Jesus Christ they’re embarrassing to watch.) The waiting on rooftops, the handkerchief. (Don’t get me started on Simon carrying around Baz’s scarf in Wayward. I’m soft and everything hurts. Our poor, stupid, stupid boys.) It’s not exactly subtle. 

In Carry On, Agatha reveals just how much Simon also resents his fate. He never really expresses it, but Agatha is reflecting to us how he’s feeling. They both get progressively less resigned to the bullshit “Chosen One” fate as the book goes on. They both make it out alive. Maybe everything will be okay. 

But then Rainbow rolls up with a Sex On The Beach and Gucci sunglasses to tell us that “fuck no everything’s not okay.” (She’s right. God, I could go on a rant about how no one ever talks about how you feel when you’ve defeated the villain. When you’ve escaped the dungeon. Hhhhh)

Wayward Son immediately sets Agatha up as even more of a mirror than she was in the first book. We’re shown right away that the two of them are both in a depressed funk. They’re both at “15%” and miserable. These two are echoing each other like NEVER before and I am LIVING for it. 

Like, we even get this amazing bit in Chapter Four:

“That would feel like an answer to... the question of me. Then I could say, ‘Oh, that’s who I am. That’s why I’ve been so confused.’”

They! Are! Struggling!

Now, how does this relate to Simon having literal fucking dragon powers? Good question, thank you for asking. 

In Chapter Fifty-Six, when Pen and Agatha are stuck in the back of Fuckwad Vampire #3′s car, Agatha says this:

“I honestly thought I could walk away from it all-- like magic was a place. Like magic was a person. Or a habit I could break.

When Simon first came to Watford, he couldn’t make his wand work. He could barely cast a spell. He thought they were going to kick him out, that he wasn’t magic enough. 

“You don’t do magic,” Penelope told him. “You are magic.”

I... am magic. 

Whether I like it or not, whether or not I claim it. Whether or not I carry my wand. 

It’s in me, somehow. Blood, water, bone.”

They!! Are!! Both!! Magic!! 

Magic is in them! Magic is with them! They’re made of the stuff! They can’t cut off this part of them, no matter how much they want to. (lmao. talk about good old internalized homophobia. I don’t really have an opinion on what Agatha’s sexuality is, btw. I’m using homophobia as a blanket term because I have no clue what’s up on that front.)

Simon is made of magic. He doesn’t want to remove his wings. Even though he has to hide them. Even though he thinks he’s a Normal now. Like Penny said, “an aeroplane is still an aeroplane even if it’s on the ground.” (I’m not sure that’s verbatim, apologies.)

Simon still has magic. We just can’t see it. He’s made of magic. He is magic. He was literally conceived during a spell. Bitch is as magical as you can get. 

But where is the magic???? Where’d it go???? Hello????

I’m getting there. I promise. First, we need to talk about Ebb. 

Ebb wasn’t only Simon’s weird Aunt figure; she was his mirror. Ebb was what would’ve happened to Simon if he hadn’t rejected the mage at the end of Carry On. Ebb just gave in. She didn’t want to fight anymore, and she figured Shithead The Great knew more than she did. 

God I just fucking hate Mage so much like holy shit. Anyway, anyway. 

Ebb was the strongest magician next to Simon. She didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want to use her magic for any great purpose. She just wanted to be. Agatha even reiterates this in the epilogue of Carry On.

 “Like, they couldn’t just let her be.”

(No, Simon doesn’t miss killing things in Wayward. He misses excitement and having a purpose. He mainly misses having a purpose. Not having one of those fucking sucks.)

What the fuck does Ebb have to do with this? Why can’t I just get to the point?

My point is!

My Point IS!

That goddamn dragon with the sheep was supposed to remind you of Ebb.

So, let’s do the math. If 1=1x1= 1 then...

Ebb = Margaret = Simon

Sure, sure we had Simon screeching that he wasn’t a dragon. But Margaret was immediately like, 

“Not yet.” She pets his wing. “Are kitten. Someday dragon. Someday ferocious.”

Simon smells like a dragon, but also apparently “smells like iron.” Whatever the fuck that means. I mean I guess it means that Baz could still sippy sippy. (Which is gonna happen or I’ll eat my own toe.) 

One more thing: 

“I wanted wings,” he says. “I wanted to fly.”

“Why tail?”

“I wanted to be free!”

Gee, that sure sounds like what Agatha was saying earlier, huh?

YEAH OKAY HE’S HALF DRAGON!! WE’VE ESTABLISHED THAT!!! WHAT THE FUCK AM I ON ABOUT!!!!

Omg thank you for asking. I’m going to blow your mind with my final point. 

The Final Point: The Baz Problem.

Wayward Son is, by all accounts, Baz’s book. It develops everyone beautifully and everyone has an arc, but this book is where Baz gets to shine. 

We found out in this book that vampires are immortal.

This introduced a whole new issue, an issue that surfaces every time immortality is introduced as a possibility for one character but not the rest. 

Someday, Baz will be left alone.

He’ll inevitably outlive everyone he cares about. We all know our poor, beautiful, delicate bastard boy couldn’t take it. How deeply he cares is his most beautiful and wonderful trait, and this could break him. 

I wonder, how long does a dragon live?

Penny talks about the improbability of Simon and Baz in Chapter Three. 

“Star-cross’d lovers. ‘From forth the fatal loins of these two foes.’ The whole shebang.”

Simon’s magic was always described as smoke and fire. The first creature we learn about Simon fighting was a dragon. (Chapter 1, first page of Carry On)

“You’ve slain a dragon, Simon. Surely you can manage a long walk and a few buses.”

 God, I just really hate Bitchface the Mage. Anywho.

Simon. The One Who Came to End Us. Simon. The One To Save Us All. Simon is the dragon and the knight. He’s his own worst enemy. His arc will be completed once he accepts the “dragon” part of himself. It’s poetic as fuck, I must admit. 

Simon has to find love and care for himself, and then this baby dragon will be grown. He’ll be “on top” as Margaret had said. (God, could you imagine all the dragons waking up? How fucking epic would THAT be? Fingers crossed.)

The monster that drains living things and the monster that burns all in its wake. These losers are starcrossed, but they complete each other. Dumbasses. I just love them so much why can’t they get their shit together. 

Simon and Baz’s storylines are utterly intertwined. They’re perfectly matched. Simon might not know it, but their hearts are already tied together; they beat in sync. They’re two stars orbiting each other. And, if we’re all very lucky, maybe they won’t crash. Maybe this story won’t end in flames. 

So, in conclusion, I really really really want Simon to breathe fire. The only other way I could see this twisting is the wings somehow going away and Simon getting a regular-magician amount of magic. That’s kinda lame tho and doesn’t complete his arc correctly. This dumb boy is a dragon now and there’s nothing we can do about it. (EDIT: actually yeah simon’s not gonna lose his wings no way in fuck. check out my meta.)  Also? I would sell my soul to see Simon getting really possessive over really weird objects for his hoard. 

Thank you for sticking with me this far, dear reader. I’ll leave you with this thought: Baz is Donkey and Simon is the dragon from Shrek. 

Check out my other meta on the future of simon and baz’s relationship and how penny and agatha relate 

scarf meta as well check it

Gonna be tagging peeps so this can circulate better. 

@carrybits @neck-mole @watfordwallflower

[jjba-hell]

Fate and Fortune

Aight so now we gettin’ angsty... (I must beg for forgiveness in advance, I am not the best at writing shock or action ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Part 2 of the series and again, the context I give you in the piece is all you’ll need for now. Except maybe for my anime exclusive watchers (not that there’s anything wrong with that)- Vera does undergo my interpretation of the stand fever which is something that Avdol (Abdul??) is very well acquainted with.

I’ma just link Part 1 over here...

Content warning is: violence, blood and gore, some themes of death and rebirth but not particularly explicit in either. (Lemme know if I missed one)

For the moots: @risottoneroo (welp I guess you’re stuck with me) @giogio-gucci-gangstar @rat-makes-stuff @uttertrash and @dongiovannaswife (omg hi thanks for following me)

2.1 K words

Vera returned home after another pleasant shift at the shop, dropping her home keys into the ceramic bowl at the front door. “Mom, Dad. I’m home.”

She unraveled the traveling scarf from her head and locked the door behind her, finding the silence and the slight chill to the house a bit suspsicous. The sun had already set so a chill wasn’t uncommon but...inside? Her mother always kept the thermostat warm- she couldn’t stand the cold.

“Mom?”

There was no smell of food from the kitchen.

Panic rapidly clawed its way up Vera’s spine, setting every nerve in her body on fire. The continued silence did nothing to ease the worry in her body.

“Dad?”

More silence- she broke out into a sprint towards the kitchen, turning into the kitchen to find…

The dark, slick blood of her mother running along the marbled floor of the kitchen- her face covered with her own black tresses. The shock only electrified Vera’s nerves further- her breath coming in ragged huffs as her feet stepped closer to her mother’s body, sprawled on the floor on her back, eyes gone pale and glassy already. Vera was desperate to crawl closer and check for a pulse or a breath, anything to deny the reality of what she was seein. But deep within her, she knew her mother was gone- there was no way she’d be able to survive her throat being ripped into bloody shreds like that.

Her body stopped its dazed walk as the reality set in and soon her hands flew up to cover her mouth, the scream getting caught in her throat as she backed away- as if walking away was all it took.

Dad. Where’s dad?

Vera scattered towards his study, running to the other end of the hallway, ignoring the carpets sliding underneath her feet to find a scene not much better than the kitchen- with her father’s head bleeding out over his desk, face down on the desktop.

The cold ran through her body like ice, every nerve once on fire now turned stone cold as the tears sprung to her eyes, knees giving out underneath her. Her lungs burned for air in her chest but whatever breath she took felt like it wasn’t reaching- like she couldn’t get her body to obey her long enough to breathe and not even so much as a wheeeze would escape her lips- the tears flowing freely.

“My my my. What a pretty little thing.” A deep sultry voice purred and in an instant her breath was back with a gasp, her neck craning around to see a figure cloaked in the darkness of the hallway. A man. Tall and sturdy in stature. After the shock passed for a moment the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Vera scrambled frantically back in fear, her back hitting her father’s office desk, heartbeat in her ears overwhelming the question she asked the man slinking closer to her. “Did- did you do this?”

The figure stepped forward to reveal a sickeningly handsome face framed by golden hair. Red eyes- hypnotically alluring as he slowly moved closer to her cowering form on the floor.

His smirk turned into a pleased smile and suddenly she was overcome by fear once again, knocked from the little daze of admiration. The glinting fangs in his mouth connecting to her mother’s bleeding throat. It had to be him. Who or what else could have done this?

“It’s such a shame you parents had to perish for your sake, my dear. They seemed so shocked when I asked them where their little magician in training was. I assumed they were lying until their very last breaths- if only you had…”

As he continued taunting her, the wheels in Vera’s head were spinning. Her initial reaction was to book it out of the nearest window, but those thoughts were quickly interupted by the blonde monstroity kneeling right in front of her and a black lacquered claw digging into her cheek as he pinched her jaw in one hand. “Now now, no need to make a fuss, darling. It will be over soon, I promise. You’ll be meeting your parents soon.”

Her eyes continued to water at the pain in her cheek. He gripped her chin harder, feeling as though he was aiming to crush her lower jaw between her thumb and forefinger- the immense strength of his hold stretching her neck impossibly wide, bringing his lips to her neck.

Something inside of her, from the deepest recesses of her chest, felt like it snapped at the mere inclination of the blonde’s head toward her neck. Her eyes shut and what felt like nothing but the sheer force of her own desperaion, fear, and shock all turned into one thing- the wish that this bastard be thrown out the window in the room opposite the hall. To her, that was all it was, a refusal for it to end like this. Whatever adrenaline was running through her system in that moment, it made her bold- having her grab hold of the intruder’s blonde locks and with a force she didn’t even know her own body was capable of producing- she shoved him back- aiming for the hallway and beyond. All the energy expelled form her body threw the bastard back, beyond the hallway and through the glass window of the room opposite the office.

Now was her chance, she knew she had no time to lose. She grabbed hold of her father’s business phone off the table and threw herself out of the window while that same surge of energy moved through her veins, projecting a few inches from her skin like armor. As she sprinted down the street she came from, without so much as a pause, she called the police first. Her body seemed to know where it was going better than she did, it took a few turns for her mind to catch up to her body. She was running towards Avdol’s shop- thinking it’s the only place she’d feel safe at that moment. To the police, out of breath and straining to speak, she detailed what she had seen until they confirmed that they would check out what was going on soon. She was about halfway to the shop when she called Muhammed.

“Muhammed, please meet me at the shop. I’m scared and I’m....I’m...”

“Are you on your way here?”

“Yes!” The relief spilled over in tears over her cheeks. “Please tell me you-“

“I’m still here Vera. I’ll be here.”

Time seemed to escape her after she tossed her dad’s phone to the street and sprinted toward the shop where Abdul opened the door for her after the first knock. “Vera! What happened?”

Out of breath and now feeling like she was on fire from the running, the tears streamed down her face and with the most painfully forced exertion her body could manage, she sobbed. “A man. My parents. They’re both dead. I- he wanted me. He-“

“Did he lay a hand on you?”

“Wanted to but I...Something happened and- I don’t know what’s going on. I called the cops and just ran-“

Her breathing became more ragged as her body tore itself between sobbing and breathing- her world growing dizzy as she leaned against the tarot table. “Vera, please take a deep breath, you’re going to-“

Avdol tried to get her to sit down, grabbing her shoulders to steady her into a seat, trying to guide her back to gaining her breath back but it was too late. Vera’s knees buckled and the dark corners around her vision overwhelmed her completely- the floor being the last thing she saw before her body forced itself asleep. Only to be welcomed with fire.

This fire within her bones- it felt physical and yet not. It gave no light, nor reprive like a flame licking at firewood. It was dark, pitch black with the heat only growing steadier- rising higher and higher. And then, as if to reward her for surviving that far- she regained some consciousness.

When she woke up, she frantically gasped for breath under heavy covers and a cold compress to her forehead. She opened her eyes only to be welcomed with unfocused, dizzy vision. Her whole body seemed to sit on the precipice of two extremes. Unbearable cold and sweltering heat. She felt her breathing labored, the control over her own body growing weaker the longer she strained her eyes to see. Avdol soon came into her field of vision, peering down at her with immense concern.

With a hoarse voice that didn’t even seem like hers, she croaked out. “Muhammed, what- I-“

He hushed her, bringing a bottle of cold water her lips which she drank happily with chapped lips.

“Remember the death card we spoke on the first day we met?”

She nodded, the effort making it feel like she’d already exerted herself.

“I’m sorry, Vera but it seems to have come into effect. Your life is making a turn bigger than either one of us can even begin to understand. I will do my best to keep your physical self alive but this battle is within you. Your fighting spirit is all you have to take you through this.”

She regained her strength for a moment, his words of ominous premonition being forgotten as she remembered why he was the one helping her drink water instead of her mother...

“Muhammed, my parents. My parents they-“ the tears started to leak from her eyes once more. “They’re dead, aren’t they.”

Avdol didn’t answer, as he offered her another sip of water.

Vera felt as though she had cried yourself to sleep once more, the puffiness of her eyes making it feel like her eyes were swelling themselves shut and the ache behind her eyes growing more intense.

She had no idea how long the battle within the heat of her own body would take.

She saw nothing for the entirety of her struggle- a battle waged in the dark. Her body felt like it was constantly on the precipice of either boiling blood in her veins and extremities feeling like they were frozen stiff. Through it all, questions and choices started to bubble up and swirl in her delusional little mind.”

“Stop fighting it- let it happen.”

“You’ll find peace if you stop fighting your body.”

“Let go.”

“Find the middle.”

“Use them against each other.”

Somewhere among the chaos of her own pain, one voice seemed to hold the strongest- a voice much like her own but perhaps a bit more warped and echoed. Its sound soothed incredulously and helped her make the choice. She had understood that at that moment, her body was a battlefield and with the most stubborn refusal to die like that- she put an end to the war raging inside of her.

It brought on even more pain- splitting these two opposing forces from one another like pulling skin from flesh. Until she had control over both, separtetly. That intense heat now feeding into something that moved outside of her body and laid dormant when out of use.

By the time she re-emerged from consciousness for good, her breath was strong, feeling as fresh and free as she was taking her first breath again.

Her body was sore but it felt like the kind of sore you felt after a good work out. Her head on the other hand, was the only part that was throbbing like she had had too much wine. The room was dark- moonlight gently streaming over the sheets covering her legs. Vera got up slowly, stretching with a few crackles of protest from some of her own stiff joints before walking off towards the door- looking for something to drink, preferably with alcohol.

It took her a moment to recognize the decorations up and down the hallway. She was in Avdol’s house.

To her luck Avdol’s kitchen was only a few steps up from the room she was staying in. His drinks cabinet located oh too easily in a glass case above the fridge.

He had refused her the first time he welcomed her into his home- when he ushered them both into his home when an unexpected sand storm blew through town and he didn’t want to risk her getting home on time. Now, she’d be damned if she didn’t get something to help ease the ache in her head.

Her fingers found the cheap vodka and then tiredly sighed as she cracked open the bottle and took a few gulps. The taste was intense- and perhaps not the most desirable taste straight from the brink of death.

Muhammed came into the kitchen, baring only a black tank top instead of his usual robes. “I see you survived.” Was all he said groggily.

“You seem to be hiding things from me, Mr Avdol.” She croaked through her hoarse voice. “How much you know about the man that took my parents from me is up for debate but...you seem well acquainted with that awful fever I had to endure to acquire this-”

Vera let the manifestation of her ‘lucky feeling’- that intense heat she had separated and tamed from her physical body- emerge freely from her body.

“Because strange as it may seem- I feel like you knew this would happen.”

[captain-jinguji]

It's me again, and I wonder what's all three groups reaction to s/o who's allergic to perfume? 👀

Imma do TEAMS since I feel like a lot of these boys would be really repetitive 👀 hope thats okay bb

STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT + HEAVENS reacting to a s/o who's allergic to perfume/cologne

Team uh... This may be a problem: Tokiya, Ren, Camus, Eiichi, Kira, Van

Okay before anyone fights me it's NOT a DEAL BREAKER obviously, but these men right here like to smell good, like to attract attention, and they love to wear cologne. So uh if he tones it down a bit, and as long as he puts it on when you're not around the immediate area, we're gucci right?

Team lemme test that theory (team jerk): Cecil, Syo, Reiji, Ranmaru, Nagi, Yamato

Okay honestly these are the guys that will literally put perfume/cologne on JUST to see your reaction. If its just like a cough and you need fresh air? Thats cool. However, if it does get really bad THEYRE GONNA FEEL SO TERRIBLE AND BRING YOU TO A HOSPITAL ASAP please forgive them ;-;

Team okay I won't wear any: Natsuki, Otoya, Masato, Ai, Eiji, Shion

These guys are so super understanding and will not put it on around you. Deodorant is enough to cover up most smells ya know? And showers exist. Perfume/cologne is not a necessity, they will find other ways to feel and smell clean.

[hufflautia]

Hi! I hope you are doing well. This is a quite random ask. I just need to rant for a bit and have no idea who to go to and you seem like a good person and I adore your blog, I’m sorry if you aren’t ok with this, you don’t have to feel obligated to respond ofc

I just wanted to say that I have this friend who I like to think i’m really close with, but I feel like i’m not as close to them as they are to me. I feel so selfish for thinking this way because I know they care for me, but they’ve become very distant. Sometimes when we talk the conversations feel very bland and not as meaningful as they used to be. I hate to admit this but sometimes when they mention another person it makes me feel sad and I hate that I feel that way because it makes me feel like a horrible selfish person for thinking like that. This is just something I need to get off my chest, if you want to give advice you can but don’t feel obligated to, I just need someone to listen. If you read this entire thing thank you

hello! thank you, i hope you had a good day too. there is nothing to be sorry for, my ask box/messages are always open if you need to rant!!  

i understand how you feel about the whole “I feel like I’m not as close to them as they are to me.” I had a friend like that once and it was not a good relationship at all. you are definitely NOT selfish for thinking this way; despite the fact that you know that they care about you, its important for friends to interact with you and show you that they care about you; i can tell that your friend is not really doing that because they’ve become distant. friends should be making you feel good and happy; they shouldn’t make you feel doubtful about your friendship at all. its not to say that they have to interact with you all the time and 24/7, but when i think about my friends, i just feel warm and happy. i don't have bad thoughts about them, I'm not wondering whether they care about me as much as i care about them because that’s what a good friendship is all about! that's what you should be feeling too, but your friend is a poopy face 😐

“Sometimes when we talk the conversations feel very bland and not as meaningful as they used to be.” 

^ i absolutely understand how you feel. the same exact thing happened to me with that friend that i mentioned beforehand. the convo just died out and i didn't feel as happy as i used to be, and i can tell that you feel the same way too w ur friend. here is my advice- leave the friendship. you stated that they became distant; it sounds like they’re not putting as much effort into the friendship as you have been doing. if they dont care, you should drop them. i have been in your shoes, and lemme tell you that leaving the friendship is for the best. getting out of a toxic friendship sucks ass because it’s really hard! its very similar to a toxic relationship: you start remembering all the good times and all the good laughs; suddenly, you dont wanna stop being friends with them anymore. so you go back to the friend, then you suffer the same thing all over again, and you feel the same dull sadness you’ve been feeling for a while. that's what i did, and it was quite terrible until i finally decided to put an end to it and i stopped being friends with them. i have to warn you that its gonna sting for a while, but it is genuinely for the best. you deserve better anon, i swear!!! you are a glorious human being, you kinda remind me of myself (due to what you went through), and i swear to god that you will meet better friends who will make you happy, friends who wont make you doubt their love and appreciation for you!!! you shall have meaningful and fun conversations with another person who will be amazing and great and probably way better than that other person. 

“I hate to admit this but sometimes when they mention another person it makes me feel sad and I hate that I feel that way because it makes me feel like a horrible selfish person for thinking like that.” 

^ you are not a horrible selfish person at all!! i feel like most people would feel the same way if that happened to them. especially because your “friend” is depriving you of the affection and appreciation you deserve, it is hard not to feel jealous when they talk about another person! your sadness is VALID, IT IS SOSOSOSOOS FRICKIN VALID BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE VALID!!!!! 

anyways, i will always always ALWAYSSSSSSSS be here for you, i am all ears, i will always listen. thank you for coming to me to talk about this, you are strong and courageous for opening up about a bad situation like this. to reiterate, this “friend” sounds like a bad friend; imma be blunt, they suck ass. 

THIS IS ME @ THEM!!!!!! i hope that made u laugh <3 

perhaps you dont want to unfriend them. in that case, i would recommend you tell them how you feel and explain that you feel that they are becoming distant from you. communication is key. nevertheless, in the case that you shall unfriend them, FUCK THAT COMMUNICATION BRUH! WHY ARENT THEY APPRECIATING YOU FOR THE GLORIOUS PERSON THAT THEY ARE?? THEY DONT DESERVE UR LOVE! some friendships just dont work out, so its better to let them die out instead of holding on and letting the toxicity grow. 

i love you, I'm here for you, i hope all goes well! lemme know what happens or how you feel about my response (i.e. any questions or requests for additional advice). also i volunteer to become your friend and give u all the gucci love that you deserve<3!!!!! 

also sorry about the late reply; perhaps you noticed earlier that i responded to another ask and did some other stuff on my blog but didn't post ur ask yet. i was feeling gross bc i was on social media for hours and i had already read your ask and i was excited to respond to it, but i wanted to take a shower to cleanse my soul and generate a sufficient number of brain cells to respond to your ask properly! anyways, listen to THIS SONG ! it is nice, it has good vibes, maybe it will lift ur spirits up:D also its about love, and it kinda relates to this ask i guess, BC U DESERVE LOVE AND APPRECIATION! ok bye bye <3

[mysilentmemory]

200107 Heechul and Eunhyuk playing pubg

Hyukjae says Heechul’s character looks like Donghae 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 (Heechul’s character is the one in white)

Hyukjae: lemme tell you all a secret. Its not that I’m bad at playing games but its because I used to be so good at games that I quit Heechul: .....does that mean you should quit dancing too

Question: Whats your fav Korean food? Hyukjae: Ddeokbokki. And not just normal ddeokbokki, but the ddeokbbokki that I made. I usually don't cook but recently, I went to look for the recipe online and made it myself and it was good

Question: Do you know that you are slowly becoming handsome? Hyukjae: Honestly, I've never thought that I'm handsome. I'm just popular. I guess I have other charms

Question: What is your fav ice cream flavor? Hyukjae: I actually don't really like ice cream.....because my teeth will hurt. But if I had to pick, I'll pick vanilla. You know there are those mixed flavors like mint choco...I don't like those...I like the basic vanilla.

Question: Whats color will you dye your hair the next time Hyuk: i think I've done all the colors....so I dont think im doing anymore. I need to take care of my hair's health. If my hair changes color, thats me wearing a wig

Heechul: How about growing your hair like me? Hyukjae: Oh I don't mind but I think the fans don't like it...seems like the fans don't like your long hair too xD

Question: Are you not cold wearing slippers in winter? Heechul: *picks up his red slipper* this is the slipper that I wear...I think its a present from the fans. I have a lot of slippers at home but this is GUCCI! But Eunhyuk says it looks like slippers from the sauna

Question: Do you have any new plans for 2020 Heechul: I plan to drink with Hyukjae and Kyuhyun in the dorm

Hyukjae: Yes I've moved back to the dorm about 1 month ago. Because previously I lived alone so I was bored so I moved back but because Kyu is so busy so he is hardly at the dorm so I'm still bored

Question: When will you change your weibo profile picture Heechul: you dont know how to change it right Hyukjae:.........yes

Hyukjae: there is also a reason why I'm not changing the picture...the picture is a picture of me during a jacket shooting for SJM and SJM was also the reason I've been able to meet the chinese fans a lot so as it also represents that I miss SJM alot

hyukjae you bought such an expensive apartment but you choose to go and stay at the dorm BECAUSE YOU ARE BORED lol 이해안감

hyukjae is asking how to spell umbrella in eng LOLOL 'u-m-b-r-e-e-l-l-a?' 😂

Hyukjae: I discovered a new side of myself today. I thought I'm bad at the game but I discovered that I have hidden talent for it. I think I'm becoming addicted to the game

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