cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

lucas-lowell​:

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His eyes dart around, looking for an exit like a skittish street cat accidentally came into a house. Luke can guess this room is some kind of magic, an illusion perhaps. Whatever this nonsense is, though, he doesn’t have time for it. “Um, yeah! Since when do you care about shits like honesty and telling people things? I don’t do that.” He barks out an incredulous laughter, still confused that Byrne wants to talk and why he ran to begin with. Why do they even want to prove themselves, anyway? Whatever the fuck that means. “I’m not afraid. I just… I don’t owe you explanation. If I don’t wanna talk about shits, that’s my business.” Luke backs away toward the windows. Glancing at the reflection of himself, he realizes that he is still wearing the stupid glasses. He takes them off and throws on the ground. “Seriously, the fuck do you want from me, Byrne? And fuck– what is this place?” One the desk is a nameplate that reads ‘Cole Byrne’ and some framed pictures which gives him a pause. Is this supposed to Byrne’s office? “Y’know what, I’m outta here.” Luke mutters under the breath before elbowing at the window behind him, shattering the glass. This is just an illusion, so if he can’t find a way out, he will build one himself.

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“I don’t care about that stuff,” they respond, defensively. “Not with anyone else, at least. But, believe it or not, for some reason I care about what you think.” Luke’s defensiveness only serves to prove his fears even more and Cole laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, “Oh yeah? Cus it kinda seems like you’re afraid of something and if it’s about me, that’s my business too.” Carefully, they draw closer to him as he backs away, “There’s no way you don’t know what I want at this point and after what happened on Christmas I think there’s at least a part of you that wants the same thing.” Before Luke is able to fall out the window, Cole grabs him by the wrist, “Stop running and face me.” He pushes Luke up against the nearest wall cornering him with both hands on either side of the seraph, “You said you wanted to kiss me again on Christmas. We were—” Thinking back on that night, it was the most intimate they’d ever been, almost tender. It felt true. But ever since then Cole has been questioning if this could be something real or if that was just a moment of candidness that Luke could never really reach outside of being intoxicated. “Is that still true?” 

nolandiazx​:

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“Okay, right?” He asked with a laugh, “I’m just thinking about how he would react if he knew about this conversation and he would get so flustered.” Nolan continued to laugh for a moment, just thinking about it. Luke was very much that person. He was never the guy to talk about himself or feelings or…anything really. Nolan had lived with him for a while and by the end of it, he still barely knew anything about him. Maybe one day he would but he doubted it. That just…wasn’t the guy Luke was. Or maybe that just wasn’t the friendship they had.

Nolan listened intently as the other spoke, slowly sipping on his beer. There was a particular phrase that just kept ringing in his head like a gong. ‘I just know him’. Nolan could barely pay attention to anything else that was being said except for that. Luke had said the same exact thing, almost in that same inflection, about that Byrne guy. There was no fucking way that the person he struck up a conversation with at a bar is that Byrne. No, no. Couldn’t be.

Right?

He wasn’t the most perceptive guy in the world but…it was all just too weird to be a coincidence, right? “Yeah…” He drawled out, with a flick of his brows, “I get that. My guy has a hard time with it too.” Nolan took yet another swig of his beer, knowing there was a confrontation on the horizon, which made him want to run for the fucking hills. Nolan hated confrontation. “It kind of sounds like we’re talking about the same guy, huh?” He asked with a laugh that he cut short, “Wouldn’t that be a small world…”

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Gray smirk widened as the seraph slowly started to put the pieces together. This game was all too fun for them. Knowing full well the whole seraph agency probably knew about their history, while also knowing that likely none of those same seraphs had a clue about Gray’s little entanglement with Luke. This one, on the other hand, seemed close to Luke. Was there a chance that he knew something the others didn’t? No. Luke would never. Unless... Oh how much more fun it would be to toy with this man if he did know something more. Gray almost hoped for it. That would mean at some point Luke couldn’t keep his mouth shut about them and that made them feel oddly special. They hummed a convenient tone of agreement. “Hmmm... It does sound like that, doesn’t it? Funny that. Small world, for sure... We haven’t been formally introduced,” they held out a hand for Nolan to shake, “I’m Gray,” they said, using the name Luke never called them, because where was the fun in making this easy for the poor naive seraph standing before them? “And you are?”

When: Not long after the event

Where: Clan Headquarters

Closed Starter: @kenxmatsui​

It hasn’t been long since that eventful day and, despite having healed physically, Cole could still feel the weight of recovering from that. No one else in the clan could really understand what it was like in there, save for one. He dropped down onto the couch beside Ken and let out a huge sigh. “Is it just me or do you feel like we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do soon? How you been holding up?” He asked, staring up at the intricate molding on the ceiling.

unfortunatyely im displaying behaviours. and acting in ways

Thomas Doherty for Behind The Blinds

lucas-lowell​:

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Luke keeps on getting lost in this goddamn castle, and it was just his luck running into Byrne in this place. And he really shouldn’t have trusted the vampire to help him find his way back to the rooms. Honesty Room is definitely not the room he was going for. “What?” Luke crosses his arms over the chest, squinting suspiciously at the request. “…what is this, Byrne? I’ve got good reasons not to trust you, and you’ve got nothin’ to prove to me.” He scoffs, incredulous that Byrne of all people came up with this idea. It’s almost funny. Almost. The next part immediately has Luke turn on his heels– “hah, nope. Not doing that.” 

He senses that Byrne is trying to stop him, and his instinct from the childhood kicks in from when he used to run from his brothers. He sprints down the hallway, takes an abrupt turn and enters the first room he sees. Before he could process the fact that he just ran away like a kid, he realizes that he is not standing in the room. He is standing in a high-floor office with wide windows, looking down on the New York City. “…what the fuck?” he mutters to himself, only to notice that he is wearing a cheap suit and a pair of glasses. In his hand is a piece of paper that looks like a letter of resignation with the two weeks notice. He looks back when the two-paneled door behind him opens and Byrne walks in, and freezes.

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"Just because you have good reason not to trust me, doesn’t mean you can’t. I want to prove myself.” But before he gets the chance Luke is literally running away, in one of the most childish displays Cole has ever seen from him. “Wha-- Where are you going?” He calls out, chasing Luke through the castle. “You’ve gotta be fucking-- Luke!” They barrel through the door of the room Luke ran into and stop in their tracks, “What the hell?” Looking around the room then back at Luke, they roll their eyes, “Really? You’d rather run away than be honest with me? What’s so bad that you can’t tell me? I already know the worst thing about you. What are you so afraid of?”

frccdxm​:

Clover raised a brow at their first response, she still had no doubt in her mind that Cole wouldn’t hurt her. She was either stubborn or naive, but either way she refused to believe she was in any real danger around them. “Unfortunate because now I have to keep putting in so much effort to get to talk to you?” she suggested instead. The drink she had ordered was set down beside her so she took it in her hand, not ready for the shot of happiness just yet while she was still trying to figure Cole out. “How many people are you close to here that would need confusing?” she wondered. “Have you been reconnecting with everyone in New York other than me? Maybe try the truth this time.”

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Before everything that happened on Halloween, Cole wouldn’t have thought twice about how Clover felt about them avoiding her. But lately a certain seraph had been making them reconsider how they relate to the only person who clearly cares about them. “I didn’t mean it that way. I meant more unfortunate because... I thought you’d lost hope in me, or I at least think you should,” they admit. They’re not sure how to avoid coming off cold, how to genuinely apologize to her, or if they even want to. But they do know she shouldn’t have the faith in them that she does. After all they came back with the full intent to be a certified problem. “I’m not close to or reconnecting with anyone, Clove. But fine, if you really want to know, there’s this guy I’ve been seeing. Well, not seeing exactly, just spending a lot of time with him. Anyway, his whole vibe is complicated, hence the yellow. Happy?” 

nolandiazx​:

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Nolan always tried to be careful when it came to relationships. Seeing yellow gave him a little bit of anxiety to be honest. Just because he didn’t know where anybody lied when they were in the ‘it’s complicated’ group. Was that good? Bad? Who knows. Nolan didn’t like the uncertainty. But at least the guy said it was alright. That made him feel better about the blunder. Nolan couldn’t help but snort and nod his head as he took a swig of beer, “I know someone like that.” He said, “I’ve never met someone who kept their life so under wraps.” Nolan chuckled, “He’d probably be pissed I even mentioned him now, that’s how off the radar he is.”

Nolan didn’t quite understand it. Well, he did. But he didn’t. Mostly because that just wasn’t how Nolan lived his life. He was an open book…and he liked talking. Luke, well, he was neither. And that was okay. It just felt like a one-sided friendship at times. Which, deep down, Nolan knew that wasn’t the truth. Luke would probably do anything for him, which was appreciated. But sometimes, just a normal chatty conversation was also appreciated.

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Gray raised a knowing eyebrow at Nolan. Just as much as Luke kept tabs on them, they kept tabs on him in their own way. They certainly knew the person the seraph was talking about was one in the same. “Oh, I’m sure you do,” they chuckled, “Mine’s the same way. He’d probably get all defensive and flustered at me talking about him right now too. Especially like this.” He thought about it for a moment and while he didn’t want to get all corny to this random stranger, but they realized they’d never really gotten the opportunity to talk about this, “That’s the thing though, that’s part of what I like about him. I think deep down we both know, I just know him. Sure the way he expresses himself is different. He comes off as cold, even emotionless, but I know how to read him. We’re two horribly flawed individuals who just understand each other. I think it’d really work if he’d let it. But you know, I might also be better at deciphering how he feels than he is himself, so that’s probably the biggest obstacle.” 

nolandiazx​:

Special Delivery For: @byrne-ing-cole​

If there was one thing that Nolan Diaz loved, it was to entertain. So hosting the speed dating was something just came natural to him. He and Hayden had come up with the plan that he would do all the talking and she would do the tallying up the scores and all that good stuff. It was their strong suits anyway. But, even Nolan needed a break from it. Luckily for him, his girlfriend was amazing and agreed to let him go and relax for a bit while she ran the booth. Nolan didn’t plan on being gone long. He just needed to grab a drink and chill.

Approaching the bar, Nolan ordered him a beer and declined the emotion shots, mostly because he didn’t really know what those were. Maybe later he would try them but right now didn’t seem like the best time. Plus, he was already pretty happy so getting a shot of it just seemed like overkill. Taking a swig from his beer once it was handed to him, he glanced down the bar and a spotted a guy, “Oof. Yellow?” He asked, in regards to his shirt. He lifted his beer, “That’s tough. I hate complicated relationship things.” Nolan admitted, shaking his head, “And you know, now that I think about it, this shirt thing is so invasive.” He added in with a laugh, “Sorry, dude. I hope I didn’t…make it worse or anything.”

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Gray wasn’t sure what Nolan was apologizing for, wearing yellow today meant that it felt like some part of their experience was mutual. So they just brushed the comment off with a shrug, “Nothing to be sorry about, I wear the yellow proudly. Complicated keeps me on my toes. So does the person the yellow is for, that’s part of what I like about him.” They let out a sigh, “Knowing him, he’s wearing black... has a tendency to play his cards real close to his chest. Alarmingly so. It’s nothing I can’t handle, though.” In fact, Cole genuinely believed he was the only one who could handle Luke.

When: Afternoon

Where: Honesty Room

Closed Starter: @lucas-lowell​​​

Cole isn’t sure what to expect being in here with Luke. So far they’ve been nothing but honest with him, which even to them, is surprisingly uncharacteristic. But now, at least they have the chance to prove it. Plus they also have a question or two they want answered. “So,” they began, “I figured we could come here, so I could show you I have nothing to hide. You’re always doubting me, so now we can put that to rest once and for all. And then maybe...” they look down at their feet, eyeing the black outfit Luke is wearing on the way down, “...you could also answer something for me?”

frccdxm​:

@byrne-ing-cole​ 

“I was wondering if you were still alive,” Clover said as soon as she saw them. She was spending most of her evening at the open bar, the other events felt too intimidating for her just yet. She was angry with her brother, mostly because she hadn’t seen them in months and had been worried the whole time. She was about to go on a rant when she noticed what colour they were wearing though, then her brow raised and she smirked. “Wait, are you wearing yellow? You can make up for your silence by telling me about what’s going on there.”

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Things between Cole and Clover had been understandably awkward since she got a glimpse of their darkest colors on Halloween. Truthfully they weren’t sure how to face her. The past few months they’d been reevaluating whether or not they wanted a real relationship with her or not. His previous answer had been no, the facade was more beneficial, but now that the facade was broken and she wasn’t in his life at all. Of course their sire had been the voice on their shoulder telling them that they didn’t need her. But on the other hand he also had Luke... someone who would never blindly believe in anyone the way Clover did, and yet he could tell even Luke saw something more in him. Something of his old self. Maybe there was some way to come back to that. Maybe they could find enough of it in them to still have what was left of their family. They bit their cheek trying to figure out what to say to her, “Still alive, yeah... unfortunately for you.” Something in them told them that was the wrong answer, so they tried again, “Would you believe me if I told you the yellow was just to confuse people?”

Cole Byrne - Valentine’s 2022 Fit

IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA (2005-) S15E07―Dee Sinks in a Bog

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bloodyroseandthorn​:

Rose’s hands froze in place when Cole took her phone away. She was took shocked to even let her hands drop. The fucking audacity of him to reach over and take it. Part of her wanted to reach over and snap his neck right there. A very large part of her, in fact. Instead, her hands clenched into fists as she moved them down to her side. “I’m sorry, sir, please let me show you a little more respect. Where would you like these records put away? Why, should I even dust them first?” She reached her hand out, palm up and looked at Cole. “You want a reason to keep me around? Let me throw a little party here. Invite local artists and let them show off their work.”

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Cole smiled at her sarcastically, “Mmmm, closer. How about we try that one again, but genuine this time?” He was quickly losing patience with her attitude. “Let’s start with you giving legitimate thought to where the records should go and then, if there’s any confusion, you can always consult the spreadsheet you were given access to when you were hired. And yes, despite your sarcasm, dusting, cleaning and general upkeep of the store is part of the job. Hate to break it to you, your majesty.” They scoff at her suggestion. Gray isn’t exactly a trusting individual to begin with, but this they think must be some kind of joke, “You think I’m trusting you to run an event here any time soon? Think again. I need you to prove you’re worth keeping around as a sales associate first before we even get close to considering anything else.”

rohan-persaud​:

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Putting the record back down, gingerly tucking it in place, Rohan managed something of a weak laugh, the kind folks offer when the joke is not actually funny. But he was not about to stand in line to purchase the vinyl; no, he had to get out, he thought. “Yeah, that’s me. Ol’ resting ghost face,” he replied with too much stiffness, retreating into a level of rigid decorum. He cleared his throat. “Oh! I, uh, I didn’t know. But…good on you. I’m thinking of getting my hair cut. It’s good to shake things up sometimes.” These scenarios were absolutely not the same thing, and Rohan knew this. Still, he seemed intent on offering up little more than cordialities. He sniffed now, picking the record back up if only to have something to do with his hands. “I’ve just got to get home. The super’s coming to repair my fridge. Same old, same old.” He swallowed, but the question actually seemed to strike him. He rebutted in a low voice. “All I can be is what I am. Where else would I go, and what else would I do? But, let it be known, I’ve never been haunted. I walk among the dead’s space. They do not walk along mine.” This reply had some barbs, as many as someone like Rohan could muster. And in truth, he was indeed being haunted now, but they did not need to know that. The mask came back quickly, polite small talk. He thumbed the record, putting it back down. “I really am very sorry we fell out of touch. But work’s been so busy. Writing, writing, writing. You know.” 

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The discomfort in Rohan’s demeanor was palpable, bringing a smile to Cole’s face. There was a sort of sick joy in the awkward tension between them. Gray had no reason to resent Rohan, if anything it should be the other way around, they were the one who tried to pull Rohan into the dark with them. Yet, seeing the other squirm still filled a hole in their rotted heart. “Yes a haircut... that’s exactly what my time away was like,” they replied sarcastically. “Mmm right, my mistake. Not haunted. Same old same old though” Leaning against one of the shelves, they tilted their head as they listened to Rohan’s excuse, “No. I don’t think you are sorry... That’s alright...” it was still up in the air whether or not the other would be eventually. Gray was still deciding that one, “I wasn’t the greatest friend, but I think you’ll find I’ve genuinely changed. Lost my magic for one.” It didn’t seem necessary to specify what they’d exchanged their magic for.