#and they are in the same couch and they. maybe hug 💔

[theslimestar]

Duncan and beth watching mlp together. Thats it thats the post. (ee h. Probable mischaracterization in the tags i have only watched till wt

[yuansie]

(2) even when there was rain, sunshine came

pairing. caleb x fem! childhood friend! non mc! reader (x childhood bsf! zayne)

synopsis. caleb planted a seed in your heart when you were both young, nurturing it without meaning to until it sprouted and blossomed. it shouldn't have grown this much, not when you knew you could never have him.

genres/aus. angst, fluff, f2l, unrequited love, childhood f2l

warnings. slight ooc caleb (i have not read homecoming or wtv that chapter is called BC my laptop died on me. but maybe ill get to it today since i got it on my bros pc HELP), NOT canon compliant oops (no higher being placing a curse on zayne, no experimentation done on mc and caleb bc josephine is a good person this time BYEEEE), mentions/descriptions of crying, a kiss YUCK, caleb himself is a warning tbh. if there's anything i'm missing, please let me know!

rating. sfw but make it lowk very angsty but fluffy ish at the same time.

wc. 4 k

a/n. not proof read, we die like redacted i mean what who said that. posts this rn bc i dont want to wait till midnight to post haha #lolsies also, i feel like the mood just progressively gets worse for yn 😭 like i give yn brief happiness and then BAM im like her opp, someone needs to take me out bc why am i doing this to her 💔 sorry yn i swear i love you 💔 happy early update bc im going to be busy w hw this weekend ❤️‍🔥

winter blues seep into your skin when you’re thirteen and alone during your winter break.

mc, caleb, and granny josephine went on a vacation outside linkon city, your mom has been working night shifts at the hospital as of late, your dad is in skyhaven, and zayne won’t be coming back this break.

in fact, he hasn’t once visited during his breaks from school since he started college.

you sit at the living room’s window, watching outside the glass as white specks fall from the sky.

snow.

despite being inside the comfort of your home, shielded from the biting cold of winter, you feel like your whole body is frozen over.

it’s so cold.

and caleb isn’t there to keep you warm.

a soft chime comes from your phone that sits on the empty space of the large couch you’re on. the phone was a gift from your dad after you told him that you’d like to talk to him and zayne more often. the screen turns on, and you stare at the notification.

zayne li: Hello.

the screen dims for a second before brightening again.

zayne li: I would like to say something.

there’s a knock on the door.

you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the device. you’re getting ready to type a response when another knock is heard, then another one.

and another one.

and another one.

with a sigh, you place it back down and head towards the front door. you don't even bother to check through the peephole beforehand and just open it.

“you’re here.” you gape at the older boy standing on your porch. zayne is taller now, his hair the slightest bit longer, his features a little sharper, but his hazel gaze is still warm and gentle. he stands in front of you, a suitcase to his left, and he wears a scarf around his neck along with a black trench coat.

the corners of his lips are curved upwards into a small smile. “i’m here.”

you want to hug him, but instead you open the door wider. he walks in and his body acts like clockwork whenever he’s over: he takes off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, he hangs his coat if he has one with him at the moment, he takes a step forwards and turns around, always looking back at you to follow.

you fling yourself at him, and he catches you with ease. the tension you held melts away with his touch. your feet are in the air as he holds you tightly, and it makes you laugh. he was always taller than you, but not this tall. zayne’s cheek is next to yours, and you’re suddenly aware that despite standing outside in the biting cold, he’s actually quite…

“you’re—”

“warm.” you mumble, nuzzling closer to his neck.

zayne hums. “so are you.” you feel his smile.

like always—before he left—you take him to your room where you both end up talking and talking until the sky is dark, both of you on your bed.

“zayne, you still haven't made any friends?”

zayne looks away from you. “have you made any friends?”

you stay silent, and he continues with a quick glance at you. “he’s still distant?”

“yes…”

caleb’s been distant ever since the start of eighth grade.

you no longer study for tests with him because she needs help, and it's not like you need to study anyways because you’re so smart. while there is truth in his words, you always study with him because you like being with him.

you’re alone at lunch because he wants to keep her company—not that she needs it since she already has a group of friends.

honestly, you saw this coming from a mile away. the perfect excuse came in the shape and form of mc. you knew he regretted it, knew that he would act like nothing happened while slowly distancing himself from you.

it was the only solution he had after what happened that night.

in the beginning of june, you come to realize that there’s been a weird tension since you gifted each other the necklace. you don't know how you didn’t notice it sooner: the way he hovers closer to you, how his hands ghost your skin when he brushes against you, how his eyes linger on you for a beat longer than usual.

he titters over the fine line that is your friendship, crossing it for a second before retreating back.

you tried, you really did try, but he makes it so easy; it’s so easy to love him.

“what’s the occasion?”

you glance to the side and find caleb peering over your shoulder with ease, the silver chain of his necklace glimmering as it dangles against your shoulder, his eyes staring at the steam wafting into the air from the apple pie, his gaze flickering over to you. his lips curl upwards, his boyish smile making you tense slightly before relaxing. you focus on the pie. “just wanted to bake one.”

“*just ‘*cause you wanted to?” his tone has a teasing lilt, but you know that underneath it lies curiosity and skepticism. he doesn’t believe you. there must be a reason because why else would you bake a pie so late? why would you invite him over in the evening and ask him to stay?

so you tell him half the truth. “i haven’t baked one in a while,” you mummer, “and…”

“and?”

you love him. you love his stupid smile and the stupid freckles on his skin.

you take a quick look at him. the yellow light above the stove casts shadows over his face from his hair as he looks down at you. he’s grown too tall and now you stand right at his shoulders, his shoulders have gotten wider. his features from his childhood are starting to grow sharper. he’s no longer the eight-year-old boy with big, round eyes; he’s a soon to be fourteen-year-old with a sharp gaze.

dang it.

you love caleb. you love caleb’s stupid laugh and his stupid personality.

you slowly breathe in. “i’m leaving tomorrow noon, so… i wanted to be the first.”

he hums. “the first to what?”

“to wish you a happy birthday.”

at this, he snorts. “my birthday is tomorrow.”

“actually,” you point at the digital clock of the stove, the green numbers reading midnight. “it’s right now.”

he remains silent as you open a drawer, fishing out a lone candle and a lighter. carefully placing the candle onto the pie, you light it and turn around, forcing caleb to take a few steps back. he blinks once and then twice, staring a the burning candle. his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, barely noticeable to the naked eye had you not been so close to him. and his eyes, a light shade of amethyst, have golden specks in them that flicker.

“happy birthday to you.” you quietly sing, a smile present on your lips. you watch as his gaze snaps to you, how he stares intently at you. “happy birthday, dear cal, happy birthday to you…” you pause before quietly adding, “make a wish.”

caleb doesn’t say anything. he looks at you for a beat longer before lowering his head and closing his eyes, pursing his lips and then blowing out the candle. he stays like that, with his eyes closed, for a few seconds. then, his eyes slowly flutter open, staring at you immediately. heat blossoms on your neck and crawls up to your cheeks. you abruptly turn and place the pie down on the counter, fumbling around in search of a knife.

“what did you wish for?” you laugh nervously, your heart skipping a beat because you can still feel his gaze on you.

he doesn’t say anything.

“cal?” you turn around, your breath hitching in your throat, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. your heart hammers inside your chest. no, it isn’t from the close proximity, it’s from his eyes. they stare at you with an intensity you have never seen directed at you.

only at her.

his pupils are dilated, his amethyst gaze flickering down before going back to your eyes. “i wished for something only you,” he pauses, licking his lips, “can grant.”

“and what would that be?” your voice is barely above that of a whisper. you tremble as he gets closer, and your back meets the rough edges of the counter. your hands grab onto it to steady yourself, and his hands rest on your hips, strong and calm.

caleb crosses the line.

he leans in closer and closer until your noses are touching, your lips almost connecting. his eyes don’t stray again and remain on yours. “do you trust me?”

“of course, i do.” you breathe out. “more than anyone.”

“then… please grant me my wish.”

and he closes his eyes, the sliver of space separating each other no longer doing so. his lips are on yours, and your eyes are shut tight. it’s brief, the kiss, and caleb pulls back. his breathing comes out heavy and unsteady before he’s diving back in, the next kiss now intense and burning.

he hums. “you’re shivering… am i making you nervous?”

of course he is.

you love him.

the words are right at the tip of your tongue.

“…screw you.” you huff, feeling embarrassed.

you love him.

caleb pulls away just the slightest bit, the corner of his lip lifting into a lazy grin. “maybe in the future, yeah.”

maybe…

“caleb xia!” you hiss, releasing a hand from its tight grip on the counter to smack his arm. “what is wrong with you?”

“a lot of things,” he sighs, resting his forehead on your own. “but you know how to deal with that.”

maybe he loves you, too. maybe he loved you all along.

“shut up.”

his grin is now soft against your lips. “whatever you say, pipsqueak.”

you freeze.

pipsqueak.

and just like that his touch is gone and he’s already a good distance away from you, almost as if you burnt him. tears prickle at your eyes, and they want to fall down your cheek. you will yourself to not cry, to not let him ever have the right to see you cry. he only stares at you with horror swimming in his purple irises.

caleb fucking xia was thinking about her while kissing you.

pipsqueak.

pipsqueak.

her.

her.

HER.

it's always her.

never you.

the warmth he showed you was never truly for you. was he projecting his desires on you all this time? in his mind, was he seeing her in you?

dang it.

how could you do this to yourself? how could you forget?

he will never be yours.

“i—”

“this never happened,” you say, harshly wiping away the stray tear that managed to fall. your voice is wobbly, but you try to remain calm as you twist around and stare down at the stupid apple pie.

“y/n—”

you hate him.

you hate him.

you hate yourself.

“it’s late,” you mumble. “i have to wake up early for my trip to verona… you should go now.”

you know that caleb has been distant since then, feigning that everything is alright in front of mc when you returned a week before the start of the new school year.

now look at where you are.

the necklace that hangs around your neck is heavy and cold to the touch.

“what’s that?”

“hm?” you look down at what he’s eyeing. “oh. cal gave this to me.” you lift it with a finger.

“…caleb gave that to you?” he asks.

“uh-huh.”

he pinches his brows together. “you wear that despite how he’s acting towards you?”

you shrug, though you don't look at him. “he still—”

cares? he still what? what are you trying to say? who are you even trying to fool: zayne or yourself?

zayne says your name, his voice low. “you put far more effort into this friendship than he does. it should be the same.”

you tense up. zayne is right; you put too much effort into a friendship that won't last much longer, the fire that once burned so brightly in the beginning now dying. it’s only a matter of time before embers are all that is left.

but caleb is the sun to you, and you’re like the moon. so close yet so far, forced to only see and feel it for a brief amount of time. has your time run out with the sun? are you going back to the shadow of the earth?

and to caleb, she is like the sun. he is mercury, the closest planet to it. a planet that yearns to get closer to her even when he is right there, willing to be consumed by the sun’s fire.

“have you thought about what the principal said?”

before the winter break started, the principal of your school asked you if you’d like to skip grades. much like zayne, you were far smarter than the kids in school. according to the principal, you could graduate early like your best friend.

the front door bell rings, echoing in the silent house. you get off the bed, mumbling, “i’ll be right back.”

you head down the stairs and open the door, blinking in surprise at the girl.

“we’re back!” she grins, and holds a bag in her hands up to her eyes. “i come bearing gifts!"

“you must be freezing,” you step to the side and let her in as she laughs.

“i am! it’s pretty cold outside.” the girl slips a glove off one of her hands, pressing it against your cheek. she giggles when you flinch at her cold skin.

weird. zayne was so warm even after standing outside for who knows how long before you let him in.

she takes a step inside and slightly bounces on her feet. “i won’t take long! gran is almost done with dinner.” she quickly takes off her other glove.

“did you just come back?” you ask, closing the door.

“an hour ago!” the girl says. “i wanted to play in the park first since it's snowing, you know! caleb got too tired afterwards so he went back inside to take a nap.”

“oh.”

she doesn't seem to notice the disappointment in your voice, instead opening the bag. she takes out a box, a snow globe inside. the crystal ball holds a close replica to the night sky, and when you shake it, white specks fly. “i had it custom made! i remember that you said you liked winter and the sky when it’s nighttime because the deepspace tunnel isn't noticeable.”

“you remember?”

“of course, i do! you know, i asked caleb for advice on what to get you. he said something small would be fine, but i wanted to make it really special for you. for you two being best friends and all, he has terrible memory when it comes to what you like!” she huffs through her nose, shaking her head. “he was so surprised when i decided on a snow globe and told the old man how i’d like it to look.”

he forgot about what you like while you remember every single little detail about him. of course, he doesn't remember.

you aren't her.

“there’s a little switch at the bottom that lights the bottom up. i asked the old man if he could make the base like one of those nightlights that cast different shapes on the walls, and…” with a pause, she grabs your hands and continues, “i really hope you like it.”

you put the snow globe gently down on the nearest surface, and take hold of the girl’s hands, squeezing them. “i love it. thank you so much, mc.”

she lets out a sigh of relief, squeezing your hands back. “i’m so glad! really, i’m so happy you like it. i wanted to show you my gratitude for not treating me differently since the incident.”

“anyone could tell that you didn't like being treated like you were a frail flower.”

“caleb didn’t.”

you’re about to say something when a glint catches your eye. you look down and see a silver chain around her neck. “what’s that?” you ask.

the girl beams and takes out a necklace that was neatly tucked inside her shirt.

your heart sinks to the floor and shatters.

“isn’t it cute?” she holds the chain out, a small, silver sun hanging from it. the purple gem in the middle glimmers in the lighting of the living room. “i found this hidden in caleb’s things and he gave it to me, said he was planning on giving it to me because he said i’m like the sun.”

you’re a blind fool.

you were so blind to that fact that you’re a moth and caleb’s a flame. you got too close to the fire and now you’re left in pain.

the worse part is that you knew—you knew, and yet you still decided to get close, to delude yourself into believing that there was more to what meets the eye.

you actually accept the truth you didn’t want to: caleb can never and will never be yours.

it’s time for the sun to set in your sky.

you never imagined to experience your first and last winter break of high school when you’re fourteen. you always imagined that you’d be eighteen alongside caleb, that you’d graduate together after four years of rivalry for the valedictorian spot of your graduating class. you thought that you’d get to see him tryout for the basketball team and watch him make it, that you’d cheer him on during his games and even go to the ones at different schools. maybe you’d find a sport that you liked and try out for the team, and caleb would be there every step of the way because you know he’d say something stupid along the lines of him claiming to be your hype man. on exam weeks, you imagined that he’d somehow find a way for you to help him study and then you’d barely review a single thing because caleb would drag you to the park to hangout instead. you thought that you’d see each other apply to the academy and watch each other getting in.

your first and last year of high school couldn’t have been more different.

your goals are to reach the sky, to move to skyhaven and attend the aerospace academy, to get into the DAA afterwards and work alongside your dad in his fleet. you and caleb used to walk on the same path, yet now you walk it alone. you study alone, you work alone, you persevere alone.

caleb doesn't.

he studies with friends because she tells you about it whenever she texts you, or sometimes you happen to pass by the library and see him inside with a group of people. he works with friends, and you see it firsthand when you hurry past the gym and happen to catch a glimpse of him and group of people together. he perseveres with friends because she tells you about how caleb is always doing a group project with his classmates.

he isn’t alone.

even now during winter, you see him head out almost everyday. she tells you that sometimes it's because he’s hanging out with friends, other times he tells her it's a secret. if it's a secret, then he's probably planning a surprise for her.

and you’re proven right when you decide to scroll down the moments page, your finger hovering over a picture she had uploaded. it’s slightly blurry, but you can tell that she holds a necklace to the camera with a bright grin, caleb’s lips matching hers from behind. the caption read: caleb got me a necklace for my birthday! and it’s a pretty thing—the chain is a vibrant gold, a beautiful charm in the form of a sun hanging from it with a pink gem at the venter. it is pretty, unlike the necklace he had gifted you. the silver chain has lost its color, now sporting random splotches of bronze, and the beads have scratches on them, the color chipping off little by little.

it is a replacement; or rather, it is meant to finally get rid of the one you gifted him that he gave to her. maybe he thought it was a bothersome stain that he desperately wanted to get rid of, to finally be free of his last attachment to you.

you click on caleb’s profile and block him.

you need to uproot the already grown plant in your heart, you need to yank it and toss it out.

“earth to little star~”

little star, a nickname your dad gave you shortly after you were born. you asked him why he calls you that one time, and he told you that it’s because you likes to think you’re one of the stars he sees in the sky when he’s far from home.

you look up to find your dad standing over you, smiling.

“you were so focused you didn’t even hear me knock on your door,” he says, sitting down next to you on your bed. “what's troubling you?” his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile. “are you sulking because zayne hasn't texted you yet?”

and just like that, caleb no longer haunts your mind—the sadness, however, clings to you. that won't leave.

you purse your lips and huff. “i do not sulk while i wait for him to respond to my texts.”

you want to tell your dad that you sulk because you prefer talking to zayne in person. you miss seeing him in front of you. but you won't tell him; you know that he’ll tease you and then tell your mom and then she’ll tell zayne’s mom and then zayne will know.

your dad cocks an eyebrow at you. “are you sure about that?”

“yes.”

“uh-huh,” he slowly says, “whatever you say then.”

you fall backwards onto your bed and squint your eyes at the older man. your dad doesn’t have his uniform on; instead, he wears his pjs. it makes you realize that you almost never see him this… free. he doesn’t wear what ties him down to the fleet. and yet… something is plaguing his mind, weighing down on his shoulders so that it slumps.

“something on your mind?” you ask.

he slowly smiles, his middle and index finger pinching your nose softly. “what would you say if i decided to retire from the fleet?”

you shoot up, eyes wide. “what?”

your dad sighs, his smile still there. “well, i’ve been thinking a lot. my little star is fourteen and she’s set to graduate this may. you’re growing up so fast, and i haven’t been there. shouldn’t it be time that i stay home to watch you keep growing?”

“…is that what you want?” you finally say. you tilt your head to the side and eye your dad, gauging his expression.

he looks content.

“yeah,” he breathes out, slow and steady. “that’s what i want.”

your dad’s shoulders are relaxed, and you think that like him, you’d like to watch him grow older with your mom.

it’s a shame that doesn't happen.

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[naebaetwsog]

hi it’s been a HOT MINUTE but I thought of the fluffiest and cutest concept ever for yuya 💔 what if like he has the clingiest of clingy gf and she loves to cling onto him and all 💔💔 ohh pls my heart

.・Clingy gf w/shinyu°＊

genre. Fluff, maybe too sugary and cliche tho..

warning. Mention of food

pairing. bf!Shinyu x clingy!fem!reader

a/n. It’s really been a hot minute and I’m sorry for that, and here is it, I hope you like, if you wanted as headcanon I can do that too

You and Shinyu had been dating for two years, and by now, he was completely used to your clinginess—not that he minded. If anything, something felt off whenever you weren’t attached to him in some way.

It was evening, and the two of you were at his place, just chilling after spending the whole day together.

You were lounging on the couch, half-scrolling on your phone, half-watching him stand at the stove, cooking up something simple for you both.

Or at least, he was trying to.

You had lasted about five minutes before getting up and making your way over to him. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back.

Shinyu let out a small sigh. Not an annoyed one—just a yeah, I should’ve expected this sigh.

“You good?” he asked, not even pausing as he stirred the pot.

“Mhm,” you hummed, squeezing him tighter. “Just missed you.”

He let out a small chuckle. “We were literally on the same couch.”

“Yeah, but you were too far.”

Now he paused, shaking his head with a small smile. He didn’t even bother trying to push you off—he never did. Instead, he leaned back into your hold slightly, letting you stay there as he continued cooking.

“You want me to finish this, or should I just stand here and let you hug me all night?”

You peeked up at him. “Is that even a question?”

He let out a soft laugh, reaching down to pat your hands where they were resting against his stomach. “Alright, just give me five minutes.”

You huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, you just swayed slightly from side to side, still holding onto him.

And when he finally finished and set the food down, you wasted no time grabbing his sleeve and pulling him toward the couch before he could even think about sitting anywhere else.

⸻

After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch, legs tangled together as you mindlessly watched some random show. Well, he was watching. You were too busy playing with his fingers, tracing small circles on his palm, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his knuckles.

“You’re like a little kid,” he muttered, glancing at you.

You hummed in agreement, still focused on his hand. “You like it, though.”

He didn’t respond, but you felt the way his fingers curled slightly, almost as if he was holding onto you in return. Instead of answering, he just shifted, pulling you even closer until you were practically lying on him.

At one point, you started feeling a little restless. You sat up slightly, only to flop onto him dramatically, making him let out a small oof.

“Was that necessary?” he sighed, though the way he instinctively wrapped an arm around you said otherwise.

“Yes.”

“You’re so much sometimes.”

“You love it.”

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah.”

⸻

Later that night, after getting ready for bed, you lay down beside him but, for once, didn’t immediately cling to him.

You waited.

One second.

Two.

By the third second, Shinyu was already shifting slightly, glancing at you. Then again.

Still, you didn’t move.

Finally, he let out a small, barely audible sigh. Then, very quietly—

“Why are you so far?”

You bit your lip to hold back a smile. “I’m right here.”

“No, you’re not.” His voice was a little muffled from the blankets, but you could hear the pout in it. “Did I do something?”

That made you laugh. “What? No!”

“Then why aren’t you all over me like usual?”

At this point, he was fully frowning, brows slightly furrowed. You watched him for a second, then finally put your phone down and shifted closer, resting your head against his chest.

Instantly, his arms wrapped around you like he’d been waiting for it the entire time.

You smiled. “Better?”

He huffed softly, burying his face in your hair. “Much.”

⸻

The next morning, you woke up before him (for once), and you decided it was the perfect time to mess with him.

You softly pinched his cheeks, poked at his dimples, and pressed little kisses all over his face until he groaned, trying to swat you away.

“Y/N, it’s too early,” he mumbled, voice raspy from sleep.

“You love it.”

He didn’t admit it, but the way he lazily pulled you into his arms, wrapping himself around you like a human blanket, told you everything you needed to know.

Shinyu might act unbothered, but at the end of the day, he loved your clinginess more than he’d ever say out loud.

[enbypotat53]

(SPOILERS FOR TNM6!)

Holy fucking shit. Two years of waiting was so worth it. I'm not even kidding I have been sobbing and shaking for the past half an hour.

I have way too many screenshots so I'll try to condense it but FIRST OFF LOOK AT THESE CUTIE PATOOTIES??? Oh my god realising that this was a year onward from the murders was like a knife to the chest; seeing Tophat and Sketchpad living together and ACTUALLY HAPPY FOR ONCE?? AUGHHH I LOVE THEM 💔

I'm not joking when I say I went back and screenshotted almost every scene GPS was in, but I'll include this one when talking about the memories because GPS hiding behind the couch is SO damn cute 💙

And. Oh. Oh my god. My fucking heart. They care SO much about Tophat and Folder, and the new song?? PEAK. Average TNM W. Seeing all of the adorable moments of these three together?? Heals the soul, but it's SO bittersweet knowing they'll never see eachother again. I'm ABSOLUTELY redrawing some of these, they're too cute not to :,3

Okay but THEY ARE SO IN LOVE?? THEY. AJDJFJFJFJ THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. I. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS. HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE. GOD. PLEASE ALLEN JUST. LET THEM BE HAPPY FOR ONCE. P L E A S E.

"You just.. wouldn't get the full picture. It's the same with memories for me. Would it still be me.. even if I was missing a few bad ones?"

This is.. genuinely such a fantastic line. GPS has always been my favourite character, but.. damn. The idea that even bad memories hold value because they're still memories; still a part of you, and still might contain the people you love most? They're genuinely such a well-written character, and it's plain to see just how much they care for their friends. And they have a point! Memories shape you, good and bad. As much as the bad ones hurt, it can also help to learn from them in order to make more good ones in the future. And it seems Sketchpad and Tophat did just that.

God. Codey's betrayal was definitely forseeable, but it still hurts. The "I'm just following my programming" line gives me similar vibes to Speech Bubble and Spraypaint in a way; everyone has their part to play, even if (in Codey and Binary's case) it's a harmful one. I'm glad they did the right thing in the end, though. And Binary for SURE gives me Airy vibes, I both adore and despise them and to be honest that's EXACTLY what I could've hoped for in an antagonist. They're GREAT.

Wait a sec..

Binary..

OH I GET THE JOKE IT'S BECAUSE GPS IS NONBI-

Oh.

OH.

Hear that sound? That's the sound of me wailing in agony as my heart shatters into a million pieces.

"This is.. really it.. huh?" THEY SOUND SO SCARED?? God this entire episode I wanted to give them a huge hug and a slice of cake and to tell them that everything would be okay, my hEART. This entire scene broke me, the fear in their eyes and voice hurt so much to hear, my BABY HE'S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH 💔

And just. This. Entire scene. I cannot tell you how fucking PERFECT of an ending this was. The fact that Tophat was the last thing GPS thought of before he died? The happiest moment they could think of was their high school prom dance, spending it with the person they love most? One final memory to end it all, and it was the most important one in their life. I've said this before but god. They're so in love. It's genuinely gutwrenching watching this scene; they're so happy yet this moment is so fleeting. Knowing how temporary it was and how everything ended makes it worse. Tophat moved on, maybe not fully but at least he's happier. GPS on the other hand? They're stuck reliving memories of people they can NEVER see again; people they hurt.

It's bittersweet as hell, and honestly kind of a perfect juxtaposition to the puzzle scene. Then, they relived bad memories, yet still seemed happy. Now, they're re-experiencing a moment that should fill them with joy, and yet...

Nothing lasts forever.

The ending song being a response to Imaginary Friend, too? Perfection. 💙

Thank you, Nightly Manor. Thank you, Allen. This series was fucking phenominal, and the wait was worth every second. My heart is in tatters but good lord I wouldn't have it any other way. Now it's time to redraw some scenes and try not to cry any harder than I already am! :,D 👍💙

[pupyuj]

7th member and g!p wonyoung where rumors run around a lot that you and wonyoung don't get along well because you really can't look each in the eye and doesn't interact that much but in reality, you can't look at her in the eye because you're too shy after she fucked your brains out last night and you won't interact that much on cam because wony know that she'll just end up getting a boner and might just consider bending you over right there and then 🥰🥰🥰

sndbdjcncdk i love getting g!p wony asks it's my favorite thing 😩😩😩 it's so obvious that i got way too into this i'm sorry i'm an ive girl through and through .

ya'll know i love giving these things a little backstory and some build-up so... it was just supposed to be a cute little hook-up between you and your favorite dorm mate 😳 the two of you have just come home from a party, giggling and whispering flirty things to each other while you stumbled inside your shared dorm... hands touching and groping anywhere and passing it off as a joke but the next thing you knew you were making out on the couch with wony on top 😵‍💫 she was grinding and humping, needing relief for her cock bcs she has stared at you all night and wanted nothing more but to fuck you, not at all giving a damn about the consequences 🫣 needless to say, you absolutely did get fucked very good, too good maybe, on that couch (and in her bed right after)! you fell asleep in peace thinking that everything will be fine the next morning.. but oh, no they weren't 😬

suddenly you couldn't talk to each other like normal friends 😭 only a few words were shared between the two of you since that night, and you only looked at each other when it was absolutely necessary 😭😭 ofc the fans would notice it very quickly bcs all of your habits around each other have changed :( you used to sit very close to each other all the time, but now you're on opposite sides when the group is doing a live or smth 💔 on top of all that, you stopped talking about each other on fancafes, bubble, etc... it was a bit heartbreaking actually, it was like witnessing a friendship breakup in real time 😭😭 no selfies tgt, no random moments of each other on your individual instas, no reports of a 2 am convenience store run... oh, the (y/n) x wonyoung shippers were in the trenches during this time 😩 (annyeongz shooters can relate—)

and then it gets to a point where it was blown out of proportion online 😬 articles being made, think pieces being written about the current state of your friendship... there was a viral clip of you seemingly side-eyeing wonyoung and acting like a bitch behind her back... which your fans fought everybody to hell for bcs they knew you loved her more than anything 🥹🥹

it was yujin who took notice of this.. thing between you guys ofc and cornered the two of you one day, telling you to get your act together and sort your problems out bcs it was affecting the group dynamic too 💔 apparently jiwon was feeling guilty bcs it was now her that you took to those midnight strolls, and rei always felt like she was 'homewrecking' whenever wonyoung was affectionate with her and not you 😭😭😭 coming home after getting scolded by your leader, the two of you sitting on that very same couch where you fucked, awkward and silent...

"i miss you." it was her that broke the silence. that was really all it took for you to jump in her arms and hug her tightly :(( wony was your best friend, the one who knows all your secrets, the one who remembers every single funny moment in your childhood and reminds you of it to cheer you up, the one who always wiped your tears away when you cried — it hurt to not get along with her 💔💔 "we don't have to make that whole thing be such a bad thing... we can just laugh about it, and... and—" wonyoung looks at you, at your soft smile while you cupped her cheeks in your hands, at your lips (she remembers hoe you kissed her that night), at your body and the way you looked like you belong right on her lap... "and we can just do it again.. and again... over and over..." she says boldly. well that certainly caught you off guard, but who were you to say no?

the two of you were really just supposed to talk, but now wony has you bent over the couch, her hips slapping against your ass while her dick slammed deeper and deeper by the second inside you... your cunt fit perfectly around her cock, it was an almost hypnotizing feeling fucking you 😵‍💫 wony thrusting faster, getting bursts of energy every time you moaned her name... then she's right up in your ear, "w-we... we won't need to leave the dorm when we're bored anymore... we can just fuck.. all the time... does that sound appealing enough, baby?" she was asking.

you nodded, "yes, y-yes, wonyoung... ahh.. mhmm..! i'll always be ready for you... just say the word.. or better yet, just f-fucking... shitshit... just grab me and fuck me... i love your cock.. i love it..." you were convinced that there wasn't a better feeling in the world that getting fucked by your gorgeous best friend, and there really wasn't!

shdbfjfksf wony turning you around so she could look at your face while she pounded into you :((( you were so pretty to her, she will never regret fucking you that night 🤤🤤 deliberately clenching around her cock, smiling at the way it only made her pound you faster — you can't get enough of each other 😵‍💫 kissing as you both came, feeling absolutely at bliss while her cum filled up your cunt... she definitely breeded you all night, she had to make up for lost time! 😉 filled you up on her bed, the showers, on her bed again after showering, even when you slept she was fucking into you... just dumping all of her seed in you bcs she missed you so muchhh :((( and yeah you get your revenge bcs when wony woke up the next morning and she looked down, you winked at her with her cock deep down your throat... and then you rode her until she was a drooling, babbling mess...

sorry did i mention that you guys are just fucking insane? right after that, you were cockwarming her while the two of you had breakfast, then wony was feeling you up impatiently while you washed the dishes, then you were fucking on the couch again while the morning news was on... and you ended up getting ten missed calls from yujin that entire morning bcs wony got very, very busy spilling every drop of her cum inside your pussy AND YET....... it was never enough 🥵🥵🥵

did you ever get off her cock that whole day? probably not... but hey, it did wonders for your friendship!

fans now see that the two of you were closer than ever! back to being jokey around each other, wony now always had an arm wrapped around your waist and you were always combing her hair with your fingers bcs you knew it eased her, and ofc you grew more affectionate towards each other! maybe a bit too much.. but it was wayyy better than when you pretended like the other didn't exist 🤭🤭

see, what they all don't know is after that very fun and loud live at the practice room, wony fucked you to hell in one of those secluded rooms in the company building, making you see the stars while you came all over her cock 😵‍💫 yeah that hook-up was a blessing alright...

[callsign-rogueone]

do you have a hc for what Dain would be like with a little sister? loved what you posted with some of the others.

ooh yes! it would depend how much younger, but I’m gonna go with 2-3 years apart.

their relationship is going to be 100% forged by their dad being an asshole. I think we’ve all agreed mom isn’t around, so it’s just the three of them. and while the colonel may be providing for their physical needs (food water shelter education), he is absolutely not interested in being there for them emotionally. and I can see the two of them being quite close to make up for that.

I’m foggy on the timing of him and violet meeting in canon but I think they were quite young. so once your parents start working together, you get to hang out with mira and violet (probably not brennan since he is quite a bit older, but I imagine baby dain idolizing him 🥺)

and the line from OS… “he had our dad too” 💔 lilith and asher are just completely unfazed when they come home to see either of you on the couch or at the dinner table, and were always welcoming because they both knew that you weren’t getting any attention or affection from the colonel.

when you’re a bit older, I see dain being quite protective. the colonel’s household was undoubtedly very traditional-values, so dain was encouraged (forced) to learn to fight and all that in preparation to become a rider. and that, plus you being one of the very few good people in his life, makes him a little hover-y and overbearing at times, but as irritating as it can be, you know it’s out of love.

I know navarre is pro-equality, and they let lilith (a woman and mother of three) preside over the military college. however, comma, I don’t see the colonel being that progressive, and I don’t think he’d have the confidence in a daughter to become a good rider, and I also don’t think he’d want that, because again, traditional military household, and him being a total wad.

so maybe you have scribes or healer training? maybe you studied with violet and mister sorrengail while dain was with lilith and brennan and mira.

and it did sting a little bit when you finally heard your father praising dain for once (unheard of) and then in the same breath completely dismissing your hard work and dedication to becoming a scribe… yeah.

anyway. I see you growing apart a little once he gets deeper into rider’s training and eventually entering the quadrant. but he’d still visit as often as he could, the two of you sneaking around the colonel to see each other, since I’m sure dain wasn’t welcomed home on the weekends he had off, or once you become a scribe, him seeing you in the archives when he could.

he’d feel so bad leaving you behind at basgiath when they all left to aretia 💔 but I really don’t see him bringing you with him. he’d bubble wrap you if he could. you’re staying under the wards and in your library, where it’s safe. maybe he writes, but probably not. he does come see you after the battle though, and apologizes.

and then… when That Thing With The Colonel happens in onyx storm (early on)… owie owie ouch. him seeking you out in the archives… seeing the look on his face… you’re pulling him behind a bookshelf and giving him a hug while he cries silently (everybody with vacant parents is good at crying quietly, because our feelings were never validated and often shamed, and thus we learned to hide them)

enough about dad.

when you get a boyfriend, I can see his reaction being similar to the whole xaden-violet situation (only he’s not in love with you lmao) but still, thinking he knows what’s best even if he doesn’t, “what would our father say”… you clock that immediately though. “I don’t know why you care about his opinions when he never cared about us” type shit. and he has to sit with it for a moment like damn… you have a point.

at the end of the day though, he’s just happy to have someone else who is looking out for you, because he’s busy with rider / wingleader stuff and can’t do enough to protect you on his own. how long this would take depends who you end up with, but he’d come to really like them, and they’d be like another brother that he never had, along with brennan.

and he is the one giving you away at your wedding.

[neonzparkoflife]

havent said anything stenny related for a while here are some affection hcs XD stenny goat is B A C K ! ! !

When they first get together stan is overwhelming him with so much affection they need to have a very strict conversation about boundaries. For a couple of days Stan was bombarding him with constant hugs and kisses that kenny could NOT handle.

They also spent so much time hanging out at first that Stan got ever so slightly dependent on him and they had to agree to twice weekly hangouts.

Stan's idea of the ideal date is something kind of cliché. Stuff like flowers and chocolate and a movie and a good restaurant but Kenny has to express to him how much guilt he feels when there's a lot of money spent on him. So they kind of have to meet in the middle on that.

Kenny's ideal date is a shitty coming of age movie on the couch and bringing sandwiches into the woods for a picnic. For Stan this is kind of underwhelming so again, compromise :) he also gives Stan flowers but they're usually handpicked or homemade!!

Stan has a few cute names for Kenny, stuff like angel, princess, and honey and he absolutely ABUSES it. Rarely calls Kenny by his actual name. On the other hand Kenny will call Stan stuff like doll and sweetcheeks if he's feeling sweet (he usually just calls him bro or dork) and that's fairly rare. He also calls him by his full name because he thinks it sounds funny.

They like to wrestle around a lot kind of the same way dogs play around 💔

Stan takes special care of Kenny when he gets migraines and Kenny takes special care of Stan when he gets sick because they both get mad depressed about it

When they move in together Stan realizes how many holes are in his socks and makes him buy new ones lol

They also share clothes a lot especially as they get older and have the same sizes. By like thirty no one knows what's whose.

Kenny was the kid who was piercing random people in the bathroom (wrote a story about him and Eric setting up a haircut+piercing gig in the big stall to fund Kenny's shoes LOL) and Craig was his target through high school but he also ends up doing Stan's ears and lips. Cuts his hair as well (does not let Stan NEAR his own hair).

When they get older they're the type of couple to sit on a porch swing all afternoon with a glass of iced tea

As far as love languages go Stan's I THINK is mainly giving quality time and receiving words of affirmation and Kenny's are giving acts of service and receiving physical affection so they're both kind of all over the board lol. In the platonic sense Kenny is more of a gift giver, often going out of his way to make intricate gifts for people, but Stan is an extension to this as he usually gets the cool rocks Kenny finds.

If I have touched on love languages before I apologize this is what I am thinking now it has changed maybe 😈 honestly might have said a lot of this before I just like talking I suppose... i am so bored and alone right now

completely unrelated but a lot of my teeth almost fell out for no reason it was so scary.. they're back in place now but my gums still hurt it sucks :((

[tinytinybumblebee]

I got more angst :3 *evil laugh*:

So! imagine Stan isnt feeling his best one day, maybe nothing has been going right and he's understandably a little pissed off, it really looks like today was "mock Stan day" (like in the episode he has milk slippers, can't get away with a lightbub, etc) so yeah, he's cranky.

Enter Fordsy! He saw his big bro unhappy so he has a mission in mind! Cheer him up with a hug! That always makes him feel better! He approaches him, tugs on his coat and... Stan snaps at him and pulls away. They each had their fair share of cranky days so usually that wouldnt warrant much, they would just let the other be until they were better (never a personal attack, they just are cranky old men, they have their moments) except little Fordsy doesn't remember/know that! Little guy just had his big bro yell at him! And his heart hurt :(. What did he do? :(.

Stan did a quick glance at him when he didnt hear him leave and... His stoic bro is in tears... Wait, did he see that right?!

...

Yes, yes he did.

Panic ensues (he should know it wasnt personal right? Did he struck a nerve? panicpanicpanic-) until it dawns on him- he's little now.

Poor Stan is guilty so he sets on making amends. He carries his bro back inside, sets him all comfy on a couch, and prepares him a bottle of chocolate milk as compensation. And he sits with the little guy to watch TV and cuddle :)

Waaaaaa😭 Poor Ford and Stan!!!

Having cranky spells is a right of passage for old men- but when tiny, Ford forgets that💔

Like said, normally, the two have a mutual understanding to let one another cool down. But tiny Ford remembers when they were kiddos and how if he saw Stan upset or mad, he would just go over and give him a hug!!

In that headspace, Ford has a very hard time understanding that it isn't exactly the same as their Jersey days ;0; so he's definitely surprised when Stan snaps at him-

And it instantly reminds Ford of their dad😭 their dad didn't snap at him as much as Stan but, Ford still remembers the times he got snapped at and shoved away by Filbrick and in that exact moment, Stan reminded him of Filbrick. Cue the tears because he didn't mean to upset Stan😭😭!

Stan hears the soft sniffle and instantly turns back to Ford. Uh oh!! In that moment Stan forgets he was in a cranky mood and just wants to calm Fordsy down!

He promises Ford that he's not mad at Ford. He's just been having "one of those days," but that doesn't mean he gets to take it out on his "lil" bro ;0;

Thankfully, Ford bounces back fairly quickly. Especially when he gets to sit with Stan- probably babbling about the latest Magic Treehouse book he was reading

And,,,to Stan's surprise, he starts feeling better too- all those things that had been upsetting him feel lifted off his shoulders as he listens to Ford's babbles. Who knew how relaxing it was to listen to your nerdy baby brother xD💖

[ang4lclips]

Looking for Stray Kids rp!!

Before we get started, please take note of these things;

skzxskz only. No ocxoc or skzxoc

he/him. I am 17, 18 in September. Therefore, I am only looking for those who are 17 themselves or slightly older if comfortable with that.

I type in paragraphs! Usually around 3 and around 5-6 sentences a paragraph. Sometimes I do 4-5 paragraphs if I really lock in.

I have no triggers or anything, I’m okay with nsfw. Js note Im a sub

Not having proper grammar is a huge ick of mine. Messing up here or there is fine, I do it myself, but if it is a constant problem I wont rp💔

i only roleplay on discord bc it’s the easiest to do so on. i also rp as felix! if that wasn’t obvious by my layout. please send a friend request if you are interested! @/m.egaverse. If you have any plots pls lmk! i would love to hear them

plot 1: college au! bsfs!

Felix and Muse B have been friends since about their sophomore year of high school. (or while Felix was a sophomore, depending on who you rp as) They had a large friend group but tended to stick by each other the most and will occasionally get teased for spending so much time together. The two has gotten a bit touchy the last couple years, side hugs turned into full on hugs, to cuddling on the couch if they were watching something, to gentle kisses on the face, head, or just the corner of their lips if they got bold enough. But that rarely happened. As the years passed and their friendship developed, so did Felix’s feelings. He was unsure of how the other felt and he was too afraid to confess his feelings, so he kept his mouth shut.

Muse B always had a fluttery feeling around Felix but he couldn't make out what it was. But as the years went on, he realized he liked his best friend. The thought of Felix possibly not feeling the same and their friendship ruined because he had to be that person to gain a crush on their best friend, kept him from ever saying anything. Both boys went to their best friends for advice on what to do with their ever growing feelings and they’re both told the same. “just tell him how you feel.” but the churning fear in their stomachs keep them from doing so. Will the two continue to tiptoe on eggshells around each other or finally confess their feelings? ⚠︎: mostly fluff. includes smoking and drinking which can easily be taken out

Plot 2: highschool au! homophobe-not-really x quiet gay kid

Felix was a quiet kid inside of Suwon’s very own Christian highschool. He never once spoke back to a teacher, never tried to stick his neck out from the crowd, always kept a bubble around him and never let anyone poke it. He didn't have any friends in school, and the only two he trusted with his life lived hours away from him. He got straight A’s in every class and that's all he wanted in life; be a straight-A student and graduate this hell called school without any kind of trouble. Unfortunately, despite his wishes, life tended to always have plans of the exact opposite.

Now, on the other hand, Muse B did almost everything BUT school. Smoking, partying, drinking, certain illegal substances that could have him locked away for years if he were to ever be caught with them, sneaking off between and during class periods. The fact that he hasn't been expelled yet is somewhat of a miracle and his parents couldn't care less about what he does, or what happens to him. Besides his friends, probably one other person is glad he hasn't been expelled. Lee Felix is absolutely infatuated with him. Only problem? Muse B was extremely popular and homophobic like everyone in this school(or was he?). Felix wasn't. Felix was far from it. ⚠︎: angst angst angst! bullying!!! drugs! underage smoking, drinking. maybe some fluff

I do wish to have a plot as trans felix, only problem is I'm not sure if anyone would be comfortable with that. roleplaying someone as trans would just heal the trans guy in me lol

I also have fantasy plots (abo, hybrids, fairies, shit like that) collecting dust in my notes in case anyone is interested

activity: I am employed so there will be days that I don't reply for hours but other than that, I usually reply pretty quickly and I try to be active as much as I can. My timezone is also EST!

If you are interested, again, please send a friend request on my discord!!

[alt-froggy13]

Gareth x Fem reader fluff (romantic) where maybe reader is surfing the crimson wave (period 💔) and he like comforts her and stuff and cuddles with her, or platonic Susan Heffley comforting fem reader because of a bad day at school or something? Either one, it's up to you (you don't have to write the period stuff if it makes you uncomfortable, it could just be normal fluff for Gareth)

HELLO!! thank you for the request! i'll do both since i'm in a big writing mood! (sorry Gareth's is short, i only seen some clips from stranger things of Gareth, sorry if he's out of character)

Gareth (period comfort)

"Gareth, i have bad cramps.." you said, he looks at you with a worried face, "come here" he says softly, he sits on your couch, you walk over to him and you two cuddle in a comfortable silence, "do you have anything to help with your cramps?" he asks, you shake your head, he sighs "i'm guessing you don't wanna get up either?" he says smiling softly, you smile "no, i'm tired anyway, and comfy" you say snuggling into him, he gives you a kiss on your head, and lays his head on yours, closing his eyes to relax, and you do the same, there was distant music in the background due to the band practicing, Gareth was taking a small break from the drums "we should do this more often, don't ya' think?" you said softly, you hear a gentle hum from Gareth, as a yes to your question, you closed you eyes once again and relax, leaning into his chest, after a few moments you feel asleep, but Gareth didn't wanna move, so he feel asleep with you, when the Eddie came in, wondering why he was coming back to play the drums, he saw what was happening and decided to leave you two be until it was time for you two to leave.

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Susan Heffley

today was the worst day you've ever had from school, you got picked on by Heather Hills for wearing "garbage shoes" when they were literally brand new!! you were already having a bad day from being late to school, you had to leave early for being "sick", your parent/guardian yelled at you for bad grades, your sibling(s) won't leave you alone and keep annoying you, and you parent/guardian grounded you for faking to be sick to leave school, so you were currently sneaking out a window to go to the Heffley's house, and talk to Susan, you knocked on her door, she opens it with a smile, as always "oh, hello Y/N, why aren't you at school?" she asks while moving out of the way so you could get in "faked being sick..where's Manny?" you ask sitting down on the couch "he's with Frank today, and why'd you fake being sick?" she asks with a gentle tone, sitting next to you "i was getting picked on, and i-i faked being sick so i could leave but, that just got me in trouble and grounded" you voice was now shaky and you were on the verge of tears "oh honey, no need to cry it's ok" Susan says, while pulling you into a hug while you cried, and cried, and cried "you wanna talk about it?" Susan asks, you shake your head "no..." you said "that's okay, just remember i'm here if you need me, ok?" she says, separating the hug, you wipe your eyes as you nodded "now it would be best if you head back home, don't wanna get in trouble again" she joked, you chuckled then sniffled "yeah, thank you Mrs. Heffley" you said "call me Susan hun, thank you for coming over" she said getting up and walking you to the door and waved godbye, now you gotta find a way to sneak back in.

i really loved writing these two! thank you for the request!!!

[aprincessparkkindoflove]

thoughts i had/things i found interesting while watching the music video on repeat. i haven't had time to really sit and think about a deeper meaning here, but all of these moments had me like 👀:

1. DID HE JUST BANG ON A GLASS DOOR?!

2. okay so the spinning plate room is behind the glass door, where the person in blue is. also the blue outfit is nearly identical to his own which could mean a few different things (same gender? younger self?)

3. harry sheds some layers (jacket and scarf) when walking into the same room as blue person.

4. all of these small almost touches look… familiar (and start to happen at :28 seconds, bye)

5. the first time harry leaves blue, blue has their arms open waiting for him to come back 🥺

6. then after they hug and harry looks hurt (which, side note, blue has the same facial expression almost the entire video??), harry turns away from them first on the spinning plate, and blue is reaching out to him as he walks away!

7. but then they come back together and harry is like consoling blue and blue walks away from him!

8. they eventually stop trying to reach other and just spin on their own until blue falls off/rolls off/yeets oneself off the plate entirely and harry is left alone, then points up to himself (fully clothed again) saying "Harry you're no good alone"

9. they're around people again, and blue takes off a jacket, but harry takes off almost all of his layers completely (showing vulnerability in public?) also, everyone here sheds some amount of layers, so maybe this is symbolizing the type of people they are now surrounding themselves with? as compared to the first scene where everyone is bundled up and only paying attention to themselves.

10. then when they hug they're transported to a world of just the two of them, where it looks like they can actually be together (holding hands) i also feel like it's important to note that harry is being super expressive and is evolving while blue has stayed the same, in both clothing and expression.

11. what are all these metal pipes? they look like the couch from the album cover... does that symbolize furniture? homes? quarantine?

12. THEY WERE HAPPY AND ALONE AND THEN A BLONDE COMES AND DISTRACTS HIM, BLUE LOOKS AWAY FROM HIM, AND THEN HIM AND BLUE GET PULLED APART?! 💔 blonde is also the only other person in the video he reacts with outside of blue (i'm pretty sure?)

13. harry's face is super expressive in the next scenes when he is chasing after blue on the spinning plate trying to so hard to reach them, but can't

14. then they're both running on the spinning plate and it doesn't really look like they're running toward one another (or away from one another for that matter)? they look tired. kind of like they're running just because that's what they've always done?? 🥲

15. i'm not saying anything, but he looks truly exhausted and just broken when the Bridge hits (can’t find a gif)

16. then blue disappears for the rest of the video and it's just harry smiling and dancing and having a good time outside of the room that him and blue were spinning in repetitively.

17. WAIT! is he actually happy or is he performing?! he looks scared while he’s being chased down the hall right before the outdoor scene.