#so much emotion in that cat's eyes

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

never have i been so entirely exhausted from sitting in front of a laptop in a dark room for three hours gay! and so full of delight and happiness! like wow! i have not felt this good in ages!! and its a good kind of tired! i feel like im glowing!

but shit, the update is more than i could've dreamed of. like i said - three straight hours of combing, and i probably still missed a thing or two! i'm even saving the storytime audio to enjoy in the morning, i haven't listened to it yet!

i already have so many thoughts and emotions but i'm... so wiped out oh my god lmao. so much new stuff at once! i need to sleep on it all! and in the morning i will be more than happy to reply, interact, answer asks on this subject, share my actual thoughts - i just need to take the rest of the night to Process and rest, yk yk

and i know i "missed" some links on my liveblog! i know i know! i didn't add every single thing i found - like most of the Wally audios - because i'll be compiling them all into a labeled post tomorrow! when i wake up! i'm already looking forward to it <3 i'm confident i personally found all of them, though! i was Thorough! i went through everything at least twice, i tabbed through, i clicked on Everything...

but yes i hope you all are having a wonderful Update Day/Evening/Morning/Afternoon As The Case May Be. this is truly a delight and again, more than i could've dreamed of. i'd forgotten what it's like to be so wholly excited and delighted by something! it's been so long since i've felt this kind of genuine joy and whimsy! usually im white-knuckling my optimism and happiness but tonight it was all authentic 100% non-forced From The Soul!

#a very exciting day of Not Much Happening and then Everything At Once #the constant (joyous) stress over the update and then the intense euphoria of experiencing it.... #very very exhausted i have no energy left in me for literally anything #a sleep will fix that though #and ill be back to Chatter and Ramble #absolutely unprompted #scribble salad #i cant believe we're only at the very beginning... there is already So Much! #so much good stuff! incredible stuff! monumental work! i literally cant fathom that this is the Tip of the iceberg! what the fuck! #but thats something to swoon over another day #we have the update! #a plethora of audio clips and new information to chew on! #but yes yes i will make a tumblr post with all of the links #in order! labeled! for your convenience and viewing and reblogging pleasure! #and a different post with my personal thoughts and emotions! i have many! #alright yes stepping away from the laptop now #water. teeth. cats. sleep. yes. totally going to do that. #i already know im gonna lay down get cozy and then my eyes are gonna Fly Open. Wide Awake #perhaps i should take some melatonin lol #i want to be able to wake up in a timely manner Well Rested and ready to compile!!! #a melatonin night it is! #but yes i hope you all are having fun!!! #feel free to shoot me asks and such! i am more than happy to Respond and Discuss! #i will be making my main posts / sharing my thoughts before answering anything tho lol i will say that now #that way i can say my piece #and then if i get any asks about something ive already covered i can just Link the Post! #for ease of all of us <3 #but yes goodnight!!! #i cant wait to scribble and talk and AGH!!! #to clown and everyone working on welcome home you guys are the fucking most and its just. its everything

[drink-tang-gang]

“I’ll touch your cheek / you’ll hold my hand / and only we will understand / not a word need be spoken/ in our language of love”

—-

One of my favorite commissions done for the lovely @LeCatProduction on twitter. I love any excuse to give these two some love. <3

#looney tunes #pepe le pew #penelope cat #still can’t believe I got PAID to draw these two #it makes me feel. idk i cant describe it. I just feel!!! 💓💓💓💗 #in reimagining their dynamic I want to keep them grossly romantic and in love with each other #pepe’s a flirt and a gentleman and toootally swoons over penelope #penelope’s a classy gal and likes being won over. she’s got sharp tastes #and it’s fun to see how pepe will try and ‘win’ her over #in quotations bc. they only have eyes for each other #but also pepe’s so emotional and gets swept up that penelope has to reel him in bfkf #like: they go to a tropical resort and pepe breaks into soliloquies abt how romantic and beautiful everything is #meanwhile penelope is a Bad Luck Magnet so she she tries to see the positives in pepe’s speeches even though #they JUST barely survived a dangerous shark chase AND survived a storm #again ​he’s not oblivious to the situation or of penelope’s feelings: he just gets caught up sometimes. prolly literally lololol #WAaaa i talk too much ok ramble over #✍️ scenery! where’s the scenery? ✍️

[good-beans]

Repeating to myself "I am strong-willed and I will not listen to Cat until tomorrow, I am strong-willed and I will not listen to Cat until tomorrow" over and over again 😭😭😭

#the thing is so many on the mvs had a moment that gave me literal chills #because hearing the audio/seeing the subtitled meaning/ seeing the visuals simultaneously was necessary #in the past few it was muus scream combined with the bee eyes #and hearing shidous speaking section wouldnt have meant anything to me before #but getting hit with the freight train of hos voice + 'i want to live' literally made me cry adfghj #and then mahirus emotional bit was so much more chilling panning up to her bfs harrowed face #so anyway i KNOW if i listen before ill ruin it but aauuuuggghhhhhhhh #i wamt to hear. cat. #milgram #rose rambles

[jujutsustraycats]

EPISODE 8 MADE UP FOR PREV CRITICISM SO GOOD, I CAN'T– LITERALLY KICKING MY LEGS RN

#HOLY FUCKING SHIT #TECCHOU AND KENJI. DAZAI AND SIGMA. TERUKO AND ATSUSHI. FUCKING FYODOR AND CHUUYA. #Bram and Aya. Sweeties I love you both so much. #I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT DAZAI'S SMIRK #AND HIS PAUSE. HIS MEMORY FLASHES. AND THE EYE CRINKLE IN THOUGHT. THEY LET HIM SHOW EMOTION WE'RE WINNING #I was totally not expecting Fyodor to bark though like sir? This cats against dogs or what #well more like cat+adopted kitten vs dog+seagull cause what the fuck was that screech last episode #AHH TERUKO WAS JUST AMAZING AS ALWAYS #oh Tecchou and Kenji how I long to see you two in the manga again #I was kinda surprised to see Chuuya's eyes didn't change though... anyway #this episode just rocked the wait that felt eternal was just WORTH it #bungou stray dogs #bsd #EDIT: I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT HOW FERAL I WENT OVER TECCHOU'S LINE BEING FINALLY DELIVERED SHIT

[loadsofcats]

Have a feeling that, if more of you read Riders of the purple sage by Zane Grey, you’d be going mad over Lassiter

#the puns with his surname would be insufferable it sometimes sneaks up on me #i love him very dearly #both him and jane #Jane for being exactly who she is; stubborn kind welcoming and seemingly dumb but actually quite clever #she has a ranch all to herself #and for lassiter…… his name is Jim. I was not expecting that #secondly he’s from texas and now i had to figure out how texans speak. #this one also sneaks up on me because i did not earlier have a) a realisation that texan accent Does Exist so i remembered that’s a thing #too and b) i did not ususally connect texan accent with cool people (sorry but i only ever heard it once in a blue moon from tv) #anyway I love him very much because in the first chapters he comes all like “Yes. The Black cowboy it is me. I am very dangerous. #Jane I will protect you and your friend.” and then he does and #Jane later invites him for dinner and the man just… dissolves into a puddle with heart eyes on it like “oh i… really miss #it is a-a-alright; you don’t have to invite me for dinner [insert that emotional crying cat] Lassiter can survive just fine” #He’s twirling his hat all that time in his hands like a nervous teenager #I mean he comes there all strong and brooding and whenever Jane speaks he just. Melts. Babygirl really #he goes to retrieve Jane’s cattle he loses his horse in the process!!! #and he still stays! Even when Jane tries so hard to deter him from killing who he came to kill hes like “oh well. Guess I’ll stay here unti #you… change your mind” and Jane’s like “I will not change my mind”. And he goes #“Oh well ill stay anyway you need help managing a farm on your own” and he just stays to “help” #i could write paragraphs about Jane as well but this is a Lassiter appreciation post <3 #book #books #it talks #tag edition #riders of the purple sage #zane grey

[firebuug]

look at my bug look at centi ⬅️toyhouse page

i aant to slap more of him here i mostly ramble about him to my friends. he is my chainsawman oc he is the crntipede devil and he is a silly little cartoonishly evil yet genuinely murderous and vengeful ancient bug beast who has been around since humans first feared centipedes. he is a quite silly rapscallion who uses whatever prnouns and has no gender but mostly uses he/they/it. neopronouns r also awesome but he genuinely doesnt know what a prnouns is

its been around for ages and used to be rlly strong and monsterous but over time it got a little weaker but still kept that giant ego and its love for hunting humans n watching them fear him. except now in the face of more threatening devils like gun devil and shit hes more regarded as a pest or nuisance rather than a catastrophe. hes kinda like a roach in which hes hard to kill bc the moment hes teetering he skitters off and burrows away to escape. hes horrible

everything wlse is on the toyhouse. look at them i gave them a funny little theme and stuff. meow

#txt #i love my bug bro #he speaks very raspily like a hiss with a high-ish voice #his personality is like if a centipede were given human words. and emotions. combined w a feral cat #he takes julian’s body to become a fiend after hes mortally wounded but smtng fucks up and now theyre headmates . #everyone including julian hates them so much at first bc i mean. they killed him. but eventually they realize theres no getting rid of them #without killing julian in the process #so theyre like sigghh. alright. youre oart of us now🤬 and centis kicking and screaming NOONONONOOONO but eventually he calms down and just #becomes a grumpy murderous housecat who wants to destroy humanity. spare for his new friends who ARENT HIS FRIENDS THEYRE HIS SUBJECTS🤬🤬 #i fucking loveee him stupidass! he has no ‘real’ human form other than julian but scruffier and buggier to make himself more at home #but his true form is a giant centipede with tons of eyes down its back and fur and horns and big arms maybe claws idk but SCARY LONG COOL #I LOVE THEM ok i fucking love bug and i LOVE CENTIPEDES so this giys my baby!!! #ocs #centi #rambles #long post

[hematomes]

by far the most dangerous animal on the planet

#i just turned around and there she was sleeping in the light #my little angel. the apple of my eye #the most precious thing ive ever seen #i am having emotions about her. i love her so much <3 #cat #cute

[roylustang]

I’m saying it again I miss weed so much…..

#America sucks ass sometimes but boi it sure do have it’s perks too #I can’t WAIT to visit my friend in Michigan and get my world completely rocked the first time I smoke weed again #call that a 2 year tolerance break #i miss everyone so much I’m probably going to laugh and cry and be speechless with emotion #I daydream constantly about my mom picking me up at the airport with my ass jet lagged as fuck #my cat is in the car and we are going to get McDonald’s #and I will savor my first taste of McNuggets in 2 years even tho I can’t keep my eyes open and I will be home #I WILL BE HOMEEEE #8 months exactly to go….

[lloyds-department]

crying in the club rn

#lloyds meowing #theres this sweet elderly man on tiktok #and he has a kitty cat named juno #and he loves her so much he says ALL the nice things!! #:(((((( hes precious #and Juno is a pretty black cat with yellow eyes #im so emotional over this sweet old man and his kitty cat

[enough-spider-noir-stuff]

If I may posit, it's gotta be strange to see a version of you that made it to being 'old'. Obviously I'm biased towards my own interpretation of Comics Noir Pete, but he doesn't seem the sort to believe he'll last that long. - @canary-song

oh Definitely. Pete is gonna take one look at Noir and then immediately make fun of him to hide the fact that he's having an existential crisis. And now that I've got lots of spider-folk together I really should throw in some spider goddess weirdness... just a little bit. for funsies.

#a biscuit's rambles #asks #noir [handshake] hobie: convinced they're gonna die very soon + burning with anger so much they're just burning themselves out #this also raises interesting questions to Noir the older though #how would he react to seeing his younger self (angry and hopeless and desperate)? #how much has he grown as a person? how much emotional maturity? #he's obviously still a loose cannon who Will commit arson or straight up bite someone #but he's still come a long way #he can't say that things get better. he's lived during WW2. i don't remember rn if he canonically fought (i don't think so?) but he #still definitely lived through that time #he can say 'you'll survive' and 'i got a cat' and 'you'll learn to make things bearable' but it is Not getting better #he could get his own flat and become a private eye but he could never make the public see or permanently change things for the better #he can care for himself but he cannot care for anyone else and he can't keep innocent people safe. not really. not like he wants to #how do you explain to a teenager who's already lost more than everything that this is better? that this is worth living for? #that this is something worth taking care of himself for? that He is someone worth taking care of? #because how is Pete ever going to believe that? and besides since canon is bullshit. who knows if Pete won't turn out entirely differently? #now i'm having so many thoughts. it's almost 4am i can't have existential crises from two perspectives rn #i love that tho thanks for the ask :D #when multiverses meet au #wmm

[queer-with-anxiety]

He looks hungry, I know, but he’s an emotional eater so he’s not actually hungry.

#he look hungry #i know he looks hungry #but he only eats for one reason #he eats when he feels any emotion even a little to big for his little brain #ignore the mess of the food also #he’s a chaotic bastard when he gets hold of pipe cleaners #his name is goose #i love him dearly #funny cats #cats #cat owner #cat things #ginger cat #look at this ginger guy #look into his eyes #and realize he brings me live snakes in the middle of the night when I’m asleep #he loves me so much

[oceantornadoo]

protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon riley wife #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #ex husband ghost #fluff

[bringmefoxgloves]

love living in a house with a younger brother who’s first reaction to something minor (his phone dying mid facetime call with his girlfriend) is physical and verbal anger. like slamming closed the recliner he was in, yelling fuck, throwing his keys into the seat, i think he kicked his desk when he got into his room and continued to yell fuck and stomp around. just….. love it (grinding teeth)

#wes babbles #it’s not anger directed at me i know but it’s scary and startling and i hate it because i still have bad reactions to that sort of behavior #because my old ex roommate did that and she made me physically jump and flinch and almost cry at slamming doors #i can feel my back clenching up hard #also he was just facetiming in front of me on speakerphone with his girlfriend? #who sounds like she’s going through a tough emotional moment and like. i’ve been listening to her crying for the past 30 minutes. #i just want to lay down in my bed and relax #but i was woken up this morning after four hours of sleep by everyone being stressed as fuck and yelling at the dog #because he had scratched his eye accidentally and was bleeding and so then it was an hour of me trying to take care of him #straining my shoulders and back from holding him still before my younger brother came back with pain meds and a cone for him #but i’ve been sitting upright on the couch all day and i’m fucking exhausted #yesterday was so long and then today was even longer it felt like #and my younger brother came home early because he was too sick to do football practice #and then he asked me to get him food. so. i’ve just been having a rough day #i tried to get through an introductory video for my online classes but i was in too much pain at the moment #so im just. ough. i just want to lay down #and now im gonna have to take care of his dish because he left it out and now the cats are eating off it #just. oof #i’ll probably delete this so. don’t pay attention i just needed to vent

[anothermonikan]

I have a really hard time crying in real life so I appreciate it when my dreams just let me fucking lose it! It's also scary tho and I hate it, because the ones where that happens are always the ones that dig up my biggest emotional faults :((( and they're always so silly in comparison to the things I go through in most of my other dreams

#I had one of those dreams lats night! Very big emotional distress! #I guess because they tend to feel more 'real' It's so much worse than my more stereotypically “scary” dreams #Like. I know irl I'm not gonna mysteriously end up with a broken rib that everyone except me knows about and have no one care #No ones gonna let me cut the front of my eyes off and medical professionals aren't going to ignore when I ask for help #But my mother suddenly deciding my cat is gonna be outdoor-only? That feels very very real #And it's scary man. Because that's my baby. I don't want that but it's not something I would have any say in #I have a lot of dreams that involve body stuff and medical stuff...hm #I've never been a situation were a medical professional has refused to help me irl ahaha #I know what those dreams where meaning tho. Wjsjsjsjs #Sorry It's 5am. I have college at 9 #I am doing work. I want to go to bed #But. Idk if it's worth it atp #Wksksksks #Android.txt #Body horror #<<<for the tags I suppose

[baccan0pe]

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#im usually not that emotional even when it comes to work cat things even when its something most people would be sensitive about but #yesterday when i picked up my (current) favorite kitty from surgery and she was lookin at me still high and bewildered with tears in her #one eye and the other all sewn up and a little bloody....man i almost started crying with her lmfao #like ik ahe needed it but she was so confused #not to mention the other old man that i almost cried abt bc he was trying to eat even though he just got hia teeth out and was bleeding and #drooling in what was essentially friskies soup that i made him #ugh these cats will be the death of me #or at least clinic will be #me. known to be pretty goth. looking at a cat crying blood: this is not hardcore as fuck i hate it so fucking much

[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

— the moments in which the members of stray kids realize how they truly feel about you.

words・1.4k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / warnings・depictions of conflict and anxiety in hyunjin's and han's / genres・domestic fluff, smidges of hurt/comfort, established relationships

a/n・thought i'd try out a new fic format :-) i had so much fun writing these and hope you like reading them just as much. any and all feedback is appreciated, as always!

chan is in a heated staring contest with his notepad when the door opens, and he knows that it’s you who comes in, but his head is miles away, tangled in an amalgamation of syllables and rhythms. he goes on to forget that you’re here for a short while, poring over the unfinished lyrics in front of him with undivided focus. that is, until he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.

you’ve just pulled a chair up next to his desk. “lemme see,” you say, gesturing to the notepad. there’s a surprised pause, and then chan places it in your hand, scoots closer to you.

you spend the next two hours talking him through his block, but there are periods when you fall silent to brainstorm or to write something down, and chan takes those quiet opportunities just to look at you: wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair still damp from your shower, completely concentrated. and he knows, then, that he wants to marry you.

minho doesn’t realize he loves you in a singular moment. rather, he has a faint inkling for some time, and then the rug is randomly pulled from beneath his feet, and all of a sudden he can’t remember a version of his world that didn't have you at its center.

there are times when he’s especially aware of his feelings, though. like when he throws a witty remark in your direction and your retort comes back twice as sharp. when your eyes and smile light up like lanterns as you talk to him about your passions. when one (or all) of his cats hover at your side as you go about your day. when he returns home after a grueling practice and you’re there to offer him your comfort, no matter his withdrawn demeanor or sweaty skin.

he is a quiet lover, and sometimes he worries that he’s too quiet, that you have no idea what’s going on inside him every time he looks at you. but words have never really been necessary with minho. you know. you just do.

changbin is greeted by a chilly breeze when he emerges from the gym, and he silently chastizes himself for forgetting to bring an outer layer yet again. but the temperature moves to the back of his mind when he spots you, waiting on the sidewalk, as you said you would. a familiar grin breaks across your face when you see him, and he feels its shape against his lips when he runs over and kisses you, in lieu of hello.

“what are you feeling for dinner?” you ask once he’s pulled away, and he realizes that you’ve pressed something to his chest: one of the hoodies that he keeps at your place, still soft and warm from just coming out of the dryer. and boom—the epiphany hits him, instantly and unequivocally.

he is dumbfounded for a moment, just processing the newfound discovery; and then, out of nowhere, the two of you say the name of the same restaurant at the same time. he swears he never believed in soulmates until he met you.

hyunjin has always held so many emotions in his heart so fervently, to the point that they sometimes overflow in the form of words that he doesn’t believe, in a tone that he doesn’t intend. and it happened again today, when he spoke to you the wrong way in a moment of pure impulse, and the surprise on your face morphed into poorly-disguised hurt.

a few hours later, the weight of his actions sits heavily on his shoulders. when he lifts his phone to call you, his hands are shaking a little, and a breathy apology spills from his lips the moment he hears you on the other end: “i’m sorry, angel. i’m trying, i promise. i really am.” to which you answer, “i know, hyune. i forgive you. we’ll keep trying together, okay?” and your words pull his heartstrings in a new direction entirely.

he asks if he can come over, you say yes, and he tells you he loves you as soon as you open the door. he’s done hiding his heart from you.

jisung’s contagious grin and raucous cackle come easily to him for the most part, but there are times when he forgets how it feels to laugh or to breathe, times when he wants only to hide from the world and all of its scariest parts. and when you see his figure in the doorway tonight, his face cast in a nameless shadow, his shoulders sunken in quiet defeat, you understand immediately that this is one of those times.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you ask as he approaches you. silently, he shakes his head: not tonight. but his body language asks for what he cannot verbalize. you extend your arms toward him, and he buries himself in them the second he’s close enough to, his face nestling the crook of your neck, the tension in his limbs melting at your gentle touch. you stay there for a long time, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, coaxing him back to the ground, back to you.

wherever he chooses to hide, he thinks he’d like to take you with him.

when felix opens his eyes, the space in the bed next to him is empty, and the faint scent of flour and sugar wafts through the gap beneath his door.

he gets to his feet, throws on some clothes, and wanders in the direction of the smell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes—and the sight that awaits him makes him wonder if he’s still dreaming. you’re standing at the stove, still in your pajamas, hair slightly disheveled from your rest, and there are pancakes in the frying pan before you; sliced strawberries on the cutting board next to the stove. and the look of sheer focus on your face, as if staring at the pancakes will cook them faster, absolutely destroys him. (and he knows in that moment that he wants to wake up to you for the rest of his life.)

with an enamored smile, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your back to his chest, and presses a light kiss to the nape of your neck. “morning, beautiful,” he mumbles sweetly. “how fucking lucky am i?”

being around you makes seungmin feel like a kid with a crush. he smiles brighter and laughs louder. he opens like a lotus in bloom when you say his name. the floaty sensation he gets when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand persists for hours afterward—and none of it makes any fucking sense to him. it’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, but he’s never believed that love could feel like this, straight out of a sonnet.

now, your head is on his shoulder, your body rising and falling in your slumber. seungmin looks at your interlocked hands where they rest on his knee, and at the current track displayed on his lockscreen: “still” by day6, a song about losing and loving, about regret and reminiscence. those bright days between us are over, the lyrics go, and he makes a silent promise to your sleeping form that the bright days between the two of you will never end.

the word "love" still doesn't cross his mind, but it is etched all over his face, and carved into his soul.

you and jeongin are telling each other about your days over dinner when your phone lights up with an incoming call, and he nearly spits out his mouthful when he sees who it’s from. for a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other in flabbergasted silence. but then, you raise your phone to your ear: “hi, grandma! to what do i owe this pleasure?”

and the voice of his grandmother comes back through the receiver. she tells you that she’s just gone on an evening walk and found herself thinking of you, so she wanted to see how you’re doing; if you’re taking care of yourself. you rush to thank her, looking entirely flustered, and a bit like you’re about to burst into tears.

with that, the two of you launch into chatter about everything under the sun: grocery store discounts, the recent humidity, jeongin’s bad habits, you name it. and it finally dawns on jeongin how inextricably embedded in his life you have become—and that he doesn’t want it any other way.

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