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here comes the boy 🪿 ✨
#my art#well not really art but you get it#LOOK AT HIM#HE IS SO ROUND AAAAHHH#have never designed a plushie before#but i'm in love ;-;#also yes there will be a kickstarter coming soon for him hehehe#duck plushie#plushie#stuffed animals#cute#duck#duckling#white duck#animal#cute animals#jeeklaart
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What head canons do you have for the LU boys? (Yes, this is a request for you to ramble about them)
aaaahhh hello! Thanks for asking, but wow, goodness me
this will take some thinking XD
umm
ok a lot of these are pretty generic or just other people’s ideas I kinda adopted but here goes!
also I didn’t expect it when I started but this got long…
for Legend, I really like the idea of him drinking tea and still having an apple orchard. And also having honey bees! (These aren’t mine originally lol) Also I feel like post LU (this ofc may change depending on the ending) he fell into depression a little bit before digging himself out… idk I just feel like that would happen. I like the idea of him being a good singer. (merperson stuff but also maybe having to do with post-LA?) Also I feel like he’s one of those people that’s always cold! So he secretly likes to cuddle :)
with Wild, I feel like… he definitely doesn’t use recipes! This is based off how I am in his game and irl, as I just throw things together and never go back to see how I made things before, but also I feel like it just fits his personality hehe! Also based on my experiences in game (to an extent), I feel like he doesn’t actually care about legitimately looking fashionable… it’s more that he likes wearing things that looks crazy XD
on to Hyrule! Ok this isn’t as much a headcanon as a ship but I really ship him and Aurora; I feel like they’d be absolutely adorable together but he’s really private about it! I like to think Hyrule can sew? And I think he’d love to run around barefoot on fresh grass! And just, be in love with nature in general! maybe he doesn’t have an eye for color; he can’t tell if colors clash or actually match lol
Time! I like the idea of Time and Malon having a running joke that the other is color blind, and the chain eventually picks it up! And then Time keeps mistaking one color for another (on purpose or not? We’ll never know), and every time the others go wild XD (this may or may not be based on a joke my parents have irl hehe) also I feel like Time really likes flowers? Idk why! Finally, if Time was in the modern world he’d be the guy who’d be acting food months to tears past the expiration date…
Four, my beloved! Umm this is kinda a design idea more than anything but I like the idea of him growing his hair out and wearing it in a ponytail post LU! (provided he doesn’t die…) I don’t think of him as having voices in his head or being a system but I still like the idea of him talking to himself sometimes XD! Also this is just something canon I don’t see talked abt a lot but I love he and Twi’s relationship sm! Four totally has RBF and definitely stares at people accidentally when he’s thinking… also I saw a crack fic somewhere where Four was already married to Dot and had children and the chain were shocked; it was hilarious, and while I don’t think he would actually have kids, I think it’d be hilarious if he and his Zelda are already quite far along in their relationship (as I ship them lol)
the man, the myth, the legend, WIND, is next! This man has Opinions. I feel like he’s the kind of person so have opinions on things he’s only heard of two seconds before, like automatically deciding he will like a food or deciding the other way round. (And yeahhhh I’m basing him on my brother lol) I’m definitely not the one to come up with this but Wind is definitely the one with the best (and most opinionated) fashion sense! Maybe older him bonded with young Wars in the War of Eras over this (bc I love the idea of older wind being there), Idk XD! Also he definitely braids Aryll’s hair and is generally very responsible (I mean he’s a big brother he’s gotta be XD); he’s treating LU as a bit of a vacation!
Warriors, wonderful man, is next! I feel like he’s very nostalgic. Like, just in general. He likes to look back on his happy memories! Also (once again not my idea) but I like the idea of Warriors growing up either orphaned or really poor, and living in the less palatable portion of Castle Town. I definitely ship him and his Zelda (ok tbh I ship ALL the Links with their Zeldas lol) but I feel like at the point of LU they’ve talked abt it but Warriors isn’t ready (thanks to Cia and maybe just all the barriers in his mind about being inferior to her or smth) Also, give this man the craziest accent you can find and I am here for it; whoever first came up with that is a genius. Ok yeah you can probably tell but I love Warriors angst XD
Sky!!! My bestieeee!! If Sky was in modern times he’d be one of those people who gets sleepy when they drink coffee, fs! He is de the artistic one, and maybe during LU he discovers a bunch of mediums besides woodworking that he loves (and maybe he makes a bunch of art for Sun, who knows!) This next one is based off @margindoodles2407’s Sky for her loz AU but the idea that his parents died in a house fire and he lived with Gaepora and Zelda until he was older is so cool to me! And bc of this I feel like he’d really hate being around fire (to the point of panic attacks? Maybe, maybe not)
Last but not least is Twilight!! This guy totally talks out loud to animals all the time and it freaks people out (they can never tell if he actually understands them hehe)! Twi definitely has a lot of respect for kids too and talks to them like they’re adults (by using the same vocabulary and tone, not by talking about things that aren’t good for kids to hear XD) and I feel like he would write painfully cheesy love poems? Twi definitely can’t cook but I feel l Ike he also cares the most about food? Idk?
ok, and that’s it!!! Wow, that was a lot…
and I could definitely come up with more lol
#Asks and such#Lu#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu legend#lu warriors#lu wind#lu wild#lu hyrule#lu time#lu sky#lu twilight#lu four#headcanons#lu headcanons#evie rambles#Wow this was fun and time consuming (which I didn’t mind one bit lol)
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AAAAHHH
Ive been waiting for your inbox to open back up EEE
Going back to what i previously requested could you write a fict where the reader absolutely loves halloween and fall so they go fall shopping, get seasonal drinks (maybe even halloween costumes 👀) and its basically just smitten Matt who loves when the reader is passionate about something and he just loves the excited energy thats all around him 😙
ALSO IM SO GLAD YOUR FEELING BETTER HOPE ALL IS WELL ❤️❤️
hii!! I didn’t want to turn you down, so I gave you a few thoughts and ideas as a compromise, hope that’s okay. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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fall girl
matt murdock x f!reader
word count: 520
✧.┊ MASTERLIST
— he looks forward to autumn for the whole year bc he knows how happy the season makes you !!
— the first week of autumn, he books off work (I know that may not canonically be correct, but for the sake of this just go with it. also he doesn't go on patrol, so he can have more time with you, shush it's fiction, it's okay)
— so during the first week, you both do a bunch of shopping to get ready for the season ahead!! stopping past all the 'bargain' shops to fill your baskets: wreaths, pumpkins, warm-tone throws, anything and everything you want. matt obvs can't see, so he's easy, adding whatever you want to the basket to make your shared home to your liking
— (if you could, you'd start in july!! but matt persuades you to at least wait until the end of august)
— you kinda splurge a lot, getting some, albeit unnecessary items. things no one ever needs!! maybe some pumpkin cookie cutters, orange garlands, or just things that will never be used. stuff that lies around in a cabinet all year round until found again in easter
— after you shop, you get a little pick-me-up from a coffee store. revitalise yourselves a bit before the next stop. while you enjoy your drinks, you chat, talk about where everything will go when you get home, talking excitedly !! almost gushing as you peek at your items through the bag handles
— matt loves to hear you talk:(( he loves hearing your heart beat just that bit faster when you talk about things you enjoy, and it makes his feel warm to be able to listen to you- that he's special enough to enjoy your interests !!
— he loves the way your breathing quickens and how you need to take more breaths and pauses as you're talking so much and so fast. HE JUST LOVES IT !!
— when you get home, you're both very tired, so you save the decorating until tomorrow. but you throw the blankets and pillow covers in the wash so that they're ready for the next day
— you each take a shower and change into comfy pjs. you both sit on the couch as you eat your soup (you were too tired to make some, so you bought a premade one and heated it up while matt was washing- so it would be ready at the same time as him) you both dip some fresh buttered bread (you picked it up from a bakery on the way back home)
— to wind down for the night, you and matt snuggle on the sofa as you watch a comforting autumn/ halloween movie. he listens to it and imagines or falls asleep to your steady heartbeat and breathing <3
— next day, you decorate. but he has to take away your debit/credit/bank card, to stop you from ordering MORE stuff online. it's no use, bc you know all the details by heart
— a few days later, more stuff arrives and matt answers the door, turning back at you with an amused smile. you smile back, shrugging. "there was a sale."
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matt taglist: @hailey-murdock @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky @readerhead @thegreengoop @charmedkim @queerponcho @selfryed @simplyreflected
#request#i’m an autumn girlie so bad it hurts#matt murdock#matt murdock fluff#matt murdock fanfic#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x you#matt murdock drabble#matt murdock one shot#matt murdock x fem!reader#matthew murdock x reader#matthew murdock#daredevil
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My Vampire Harem
It was a few weeks amazingly long after the day I was turn to a - a Vampire that is right I said it a Vampire to the truest sense of the word I have in to it unable to fight of this diseases
One day my body awakens in to the light of sweet darkness swooping over me as my body lifts in to the air swirling through the air and I shift flowing through the room wall to wall.
My head shook spinning constantly whirling round and round messing with me till I land on the floor of my apartment escaping the crazy frenzy and then there he was the one who turned me.
My feet shuffling back to avoid him as he is flying in to my window I race upstairs to my bedroom locking the door as if it could really stop him but in my hand I am left with only my fear.
He uses his palm to pin me to the causing the wood to shake loosening the many floor boards above us and one in particular hang loose falling from the ceiling like a wooden piece.
The piece slams down straight at his chest as he disintegrates in to dust spreading on to the floor and he is in shambles freeing me from any worry.
I had enough exit the room in to the balcony through the veranda I stand on the ver and taking a deep breath and jump off as I take flight.
Flying away I drive in to the sky far pass my city limits to the country side I drop as my feet hit the road and I bump in to this cute couple.
The blood rises curling up in me I can’t stop myself from meeting their gaze and I know now I must have them as my eyes flip to black.
My new vampire teeth sink from mine pop on to the scene as I glint in to the future he is mine and they belong to me and my lips spread revealing an evil smile.
They freak out unable to move I slither a bit closer leaving one hand on each of their tiny shoulders cementing my control letting my hand slip down.
They are forced to stare in to my eyes as all of mine dig in to his soul rapturing them up in my insanity and soon they are mindless husk to obey.
“Who…who are you?” Clark ask shivering at my touch.
“I am your Master, your ruler” I continue speak to him.
“Yes Master” they both reply.
“Who might you be?” I ask nonchalant but not really caring.
“Clark and Lois” they state blankly.
“Well my dears I now have owned you and you are in my thrall.” I instruct him.
“Yes Master” they smile intoxicated with me.
“Where do you live?” I question them.
“At your feet…we live in the farm house miles away.” They add.
“You submit to me willingly.” I add.
“With pleasure.” I say.
“When I kiss both of you my will shall be final and absolute.” I shout.
“Whatever you wish”
“Of course naturally”
“Come to me my loves”
“Focus on me”
“Let’s kiss “
“Oh please!”
“Master please”
“Mmmmm”
“You two look delicious “
“I am ravenous “
“Eat us”
“Zip it”
I giggle a bit standing in between them feel every inch of it pushing closer to me I start placing my lips on her neck slowly kissing up his neck.
I trace up to her lips slowly I kiss her press so hard on her our lips smash hard on each other and as we make out with one of us slowly.
She gave in me hugging me tightly making her swoon a bit hugging me tightly she pins me to and we kiss surely making Clark very jealous.
Putting him aside I wrap my hands on to him my other new property Clark flashes with a bright sexy smile with them lips spreading everywhere.
I spun to the side of the room standing in the back of him pressing my body in to him and make him swoon shaking his ass with my penis.
The gyration of my body is completely out
of control he is under my thrall as I slam my lips in to him and we make out even more intensely then before.
“Take me back to your farm house”
“Yes Master”
“Let’s walk “
“How far?”
“A few blocks”
“I am about to control you “
“Break you in”
“Oh God!”
“Use me”
“Hurry up then”
“Get up”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Here we are”
“Lock the door”
“Remove your clothes”
“Let me bite you “
“Kneel”
“Now”
“Hold my waist”
“Yes Master”
“One”
“Two”
“Three”
“Aaaahhh….and here we go”
“You taste so good”
“Oh My God”
“My king”
“At your will”
“My dear”
“You will be at my mercy “
“Control us”
“Rise to you fest”
“Put on some music”
“Let’s dance”
“Sweep me off feet”
“Oh God”
“Mmmmm”
“I am what I am”
“You are mere puppets “
“Cosmic jokes”
The end
Should I continue this?
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MATCHUP TRADE WITH @sugutoad — 100% COMPLETED
A/N: Hihi mootie! I was super happy to do a harry potter matchup with you, I’ve been a big fan of the movies forever and you got me back into rewatching the movies again : D anyways I hope I did this matchup with justice! Enjoy!
For your Harry Potter Matchup, You have been matched up with…
Cedric Diggory!
I had a lot of other people in my mind but for some reason he was the other person who came strongly to my mind while (re)reading your matchup information.
You guys were friends when you guys meet, I think you guys would’ve had some classes with each other and you were partners together and had study sessions with him!
He’s very attracted to your intelligence, (actually he loves everything about you!) he also likes how passionate you are, he’s able to give you some more creative ideas if your brain ever decides to go blank.
He would like your sense of humor but I think he wouldn’t like you self-degrading yourself because your perfect in his eyes.
He would never make you upset, and never would he ever make you cry, if he ever did he would feel so so guilty and try to make it up to you. he also stands up to bullies for you if you get called a “crybaby”.
He always asks for your help because personally he gets stuck on some things sometimes you and always reaches out to you for help, and he tells you that you can always tell him what you need and that you don’t have to be afraid to reach out.
He likes that you focus on your own needs! And you’ll never have to repeat things when you have cedric. he also thinks it’s super cute when you speak really fast. and sometimes he doesn’t even know that your stumbling on your words.
For dates I think it would be private with him and you, usually it’s like study dates or cafe dates, OR any dates that doesn’t have too many large crowds.
He would totally buy you whatever you’d like, wether it’s food, any albums from any music artists you like, strawberry’s, etc he’ll get it for you!
I also think you guys would go for walks a LOT. maybe in the rain sometimes…
He also brought you so many flowers before. Also he would definitely watch romance movies with you, he seems like the type of person to actually like romance movies.
He would also bake with you a lot too. You guys make so many good treats for your friends/etc.
ROUND-UPS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin
A/N: Aaaahhh I got this out so much faster then usual! I hope this isn’t too short? If it is I’d be happy to make it longer, I’m just to insecure of my own writing HELP. Thank you so much again!
#[❁] albert / jaxrel posts !#matchup#matchups#harry potter#harry potter x reader#harry Potter matchups#harry potter matchup
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Now that I've finished The Cuphead Show S1C (which was freaking amazing and I really hope we get season 2a/4), I would like to list out the best and/or wildest moments (in my opinion)
MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!
The Devil's Revenge
-"Its not like you lost MUGMAN."
-i love how for these past 3 months, we were all talking about how scared Mugman would be, but he's just treating hell like it's nothing
-Mugman was 100% sure Cuphead was not going to heaven
-ok but Cuphead and Mugman being so happy to see each other always puts a big smile on my face
-Cuphead going back to the soul ball game (which is so fucking genius and I lost it when I saw that)
Don't Answer The Door
-Baby Bottle 2: Electric Boogaloo
-"I've never seen fingertip bullets." "Oh ho it's happening somewhere! Believe you, me!"
-Milkpiss™
Cupstaged
-Sally Stageplay pretending to have rabies
-Rocky Horror Picture Show Devil
-Mugman briefly pretends to be Sandra Bullock
Roadkill
-Henchman getting put in a bubble along with the rest of the Devil's beloved things
-Kettle thinks Devil's a cat despite how fucking big he is
-I love how Devil starts to like being a cat
-also I couldn't help but squeal when I saw Kettle and the goat together at the end
Holiday Treedition
-omg the freaking stop motion shot of the house
-i was stimming like CRAZY every time they sang
-Brave Little Toaster lookin saw machine
A Very Devil Christmas
-also can anyone tell me why Cuphead's bad enough to go to hell but good enough to get on Santa's nice list?
-also aaaahhh! Devil in his conductor outfit!
-and nnnnngh! Henchman making the train for Devil
-and eeeeeee! the stop motion shots omfg!
-and finally AAAAHHHHH! THE SCENE WITH DEVIL AND CUPHEAD!
Special Delivery
-Mugman Drag Mugman Drag Mugman Drag
-also not Mugman saying Chalice has big feet when his are clearly huge compared to him
-Devil knows Ms. Chalice
Down and Out
-hands down the best episode
-King Dice sings again (god Wayne Brady's voice is so good)
-"Can we get another round of shots?"
-Devildice fans, come get ya juice!
Joyride
-Chalice just casually possesses Kettle
-and Mugman
-also omgomgomgomgomgomgomg Chalice going to hell
Dance with Danger
-Chalice literally dies on screen
-and she happens to die on the same day she met the cup bros
The Devil and Ms. Chalice
-Chalice getting a vision of her dead self
-omgomgomg the dance competition OMG IT WAS SO GOOD
-also KING DICE IS HERE FOR MORE THAN ONE EPISODE THIS SEASON
-Cuphead winning against the devil repeatedly in rock paper scissors
-finally, WE GOT TO SEE THE FUCKING CASINO!
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Y'all I'm still in shock the last three episodes fucked me up in a good way omg I need more
#cuphead#the cuphead show#mugman#cuphead show#renewthecupheadshow#ms chalice#cuphead the devil#cuphead and mugman#cuphead ms chalice
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A Nightmare At Green Lake 04 - Cheap Syrup
Blonney: “AHHHHH!!!”
Anne: What was that?! Did someone scream?! My God, Jason, we have to check it out! I know they like to fool around, but we are here now …
Anne lowers her voice and looks into the depths of the shadow. She remembers the terrible story about the woods.
Jason: Michael, stay here and take a rest. Shh, don’t make any noise.
Michael: Uggh … uggh, alright. They will all be fine hah?
Jason: Hope so.
…
Anne: Blonney! Blonney! Stop playing hude and seek! This is not funny!
Jason: Wait, look over there.
A waist-height bush shakes suspiciously. It’s lush enough for an adult to hide behind.
Anne: Blonney? No, Freddie? Are you there? Not funny at all! Not cool! You two always like to spook people like this. I will not believe …
Butcher: Huh … hah …!
Jason: Anne, stay back!
Anne: Aaaaah!
The sharp blade cuts through the bushes, and their noses instantly catch the grassy smell. They stumble backward and fall to the ground.
Jason: What the hell was that! Fuck! Those stories are all true, all true! How’s that possible? It is not in compliance with the law of nature!
The smell of blood hits them. Anne looks up and sees her friends, who are lying behind the bushes and looking lifeless.
Anne: Oh, no! No no no! This is not happening! Oh, Lord!
Jason: No more crying Anne! Stand up, run! I will look out for you, run!
Anne: They … both of them are dead! My God! Jason … the blood is all over the place.
Jason helps his trembling friend get back on her feet. His legs are shaking as well, but they have to keep on running, as they dare not look back.
Jason: Don’t think too much. Don’t look back. Run, speed up!
Anne: Jason, head down!
Jason: Uggh…
Butcher: Hah…
Anne: No! Don’t … Heavens! Jason!
The blood of her dear friend fiercely spews out of his body like a can of shaken soda was finally opened. The body without a head falls backwards. The air is fishy. Anne keeps retreating, one step after another.
…
Giant Critter: *roar*
Horropedia: Damn it! It’s catching up!
Sonetto: It’s moving too fast. I’ve never seen a critter this big! Not only the size, its strength and speed are also much enhanced from what we learned in the arcane creatures class! It took Ms. Tooth Fairy’s velvet pocket. We have to bring it down before it’s too late!
Vertin: Horropedia, do you have some cobweb bullets to trap it?
Horropedia: Only one left. Are you sure we have to fight it in the woods? We don’t have an edge. The campsite was completely destroyed within 15 seconds. I don’t suggest that we kill ourselves in this way.
Vertin: According to the map, there is the other campsite built in a wider region. We can fight it there! Turn left here, keep going for a hundred meters, and then cross the bush!
Giant Critter: Hiss!
Horropedia: Wow!
Vertin: Shoot that bullet! It’s going to get you!
Horropedia: What a pity! I was thinking of catching something else!
Giant Critter: *roar*
Sonetto: Excellent! It’s trapped!
Vertin: The bush is right over there. Follow me. Let’s speed up!
…
Michael: Coo, uggh … Hah …
Michael suffered an agonising death. He lied between bushes, moaning in pain as he lost more and more blood.
Anne: No, no, no …
As for Anne, she is like a tape player which only plays repeated screams. She monotonously repeats her denial of the situation, and circles the camp rounds after rounds. But the butcher’s blade always lands on the ground one inch behind her heel, not even touching one bit of her body.
Butcher: Heh…
Anne: Don’t, don’t get closer! No, don’t! Wait, you people are …
The figure jumping out of the bushes is coming straight at her. Anne closes her eyes in desperation.
Sonetto: Aaaahhh! My apologies, I didn’t mean to intrude … My God! What, what has happened here?!
Before coming out to the other side of the bush, none of them has ever expected such a horrific scene.
Horropedia: A crazy murderer? Student campers? Oh, this is much more interesting than I expected.
Vertin: Protect the victims. Get ready to fight!
Anne: Who are you?! And the bushes? Why did you come out of the bushes?
Sonetto: Worry not, Miss. Please get behind. You’re safe with us.
Anne: No no, that’s my friend! And they aren’t …
Sonetto: I understand. They deserve a decent funeral, after I take care of this demoniac creature.
Sonetto grasps her wand, keeping her friend behind.
Sonetto: May the peace be with us.
Tooth Fairy: Sonetto, calm down.
Michael: No! Don’t bury me … I don’t … wanna die …
…
Sonetto: What …
Michael: Hmm … *puff* hah! Ahem ahem … this taste of cherry syrup is killing me!
Sonetto: You … You’re still alive?
Michael: Ah? Of course, what kind of question is that!
Sonetto: But you were vomiting blood, and that gentleman over there doesn’t even have a head attached to his body.
Tooth Fairy: That’s a prop. It looks like a real one, nicely done. You add bloody-taste substitute into the cherry syrup which makes it smell like the real blood. Be prudent about the dosage because it’s slightly addictive … *smells* You’ve used too much.
Sonetto: What on earth is happening?
Tooth Fairy: This is a … theatre. Or, it is a filming site. These young people are busy with their business, while we just interrupted them.
Anne: I’m Anne. Are you two the actors Jennifer recruited?
Tooth Fairy: I’m afraid I don’t know this Jennifer you are referring to.
Anne: Ah. My bad. She sometimes goes by the name Blonney. It was just me who always call her Jennifer.
Blonney: Fuck it! Damn it! You idiots! Get your ass up. There’s no way we can use this take!
The “bodies” covered in blood get back on their feet one after another. A girl with blonde hair and blood stains on her face rushes angrily over.
Anne: Here she comes! Sorry, excuse me.
She quickly wags her hands horizontally in front of her chest, turning around and trotting towards her friend like a fluttering little bird.
Blonney: You! Who are you?
Vertin: Vertin.
Blonney: No, no! That’s not what I’m asking!
Horropedia: Ha? Are you asking me? I am Horropedia.
Horropedia’s eyes light up, looking at each one of the people standing before him.
Horropedia: And you are … the big one, the athlete; the smaller one, the fool; and the slim one, the scholar. The only girl who’s standing here. It seems like the first girl who lay down, I’m talking about you, a … ahem, alright, a blondie.
Blonney: What the hell? What is in your shrinked brain?! I’m asking who the hell you are, why you are here, and what do you break into my film site for?!
Vertin: Film?
Anne: Yes, we were in the middle of shooting a movie, a horror movie. Jennifer is our dire … director? And playwright … is that the word?
Horropedia: Horror movie? Here?
He blinks. His face is suddenly lit by an unusual glow.
Horropedia: Where is your gear? What’s the story?
Blonney: What’s your business here?
Horropedia: What? Or, aren’t you confident enough?
Blonney: The gear is right here! And the script too! Take a good look at it, smartass!
Horropedia: … Recorder CCD-TR57? The latest version, a pretty one. It costs quite a lot and has many features. Optic camouflaged outer shell, long stand-by time for operating independently, and hand gesture triggered flashlights and lighting adjustments … Wow! It’s the first time to see a real one other than those advertisements printed on magazines. Wjat a coincidence. How do you use the flash?
Blonney: Hey! Wait! Take your hands off me!
She was not quick enough to avoid Horropedia, who pinches the edge of her sleeve and drags her arms moving up and down.
Horropedia: With a snap? A wave? Or adjusting your glasses? Or an applause?
Blonney: Let go of me!
Horropedia: Ahahahaha, it’s the applause! Now it’s easier!
Blonney: Unbelievable! What the hell do you think you are doing?! Piss off!
Giant Critter: *roar*
Horropedia: … 5’31”, the sticky bullet should have been four times more powerful than this, but still within my estimation. Hey! Blondie, clap your hands!
Blonney: God! Damn it! For freak’s sake! Look what you brought here!
The blonde girl shakily claps her hands.
Giant Critter: Hiss …!
The autofocus Recorder ascends, generating a strong light as Blonney claps her hands. The gigantic critter roars in pain, aimlessly waving its claws in the air with tremendous force. The Recorder is hit, and exploded into pieces.
Blonney: My camera!
Vertin: Good. Now it’s time!
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*barges into your house through your window*
so how we feeling about the limited life finale?
VERY happy :DD
I've been rooting for Martyn since Last Life, when I first started watching his perspective*, and honestly don't care that much about the angst of betrayals or anything – I was rooting for him SO hard in the last three series (and especially this one because I think he said there wasn't a series 5 planned at that point yet and I needed him to get a win ok) and it's FINALLY happened and I don't care what happened to get there. He deserves the win, especially after coming 3rd in the two previous seasons. Aaaahhh
*(gather round for backstory time under the cut)
Basically I watched Grian for 3rd Life, and later on watched Scott's perspective too (and started to watch Cleo's too, it was really good I just never got around to finishing it), but didn't actually watch any of Dogwarts (actually because of the perspectives I watched, during the battle of the red desert where Scott and Grian lost their first lives and Jimmy permadied, I remember really hoping Grian would kill Martyn and was really happy when he died to a skeleton... how times change, huh...). But people were talking about it and I was curious, and I think what finally pushed me to watch their POV was a Renchanting animatic I saw ("I hear a symphony" by Ratzy – if anyone hasn't seen it please do it's incredible. You can interpret it as either romantic or platonic, I interpreted it as the latter (I'm not super into shipping, I'm an aro who isn't that big of a fan of romance so I mostly tend to stay away, and in my opinion deep friendships can be just as important if not more than romantic relationships), but either way it hits like a truck and please guys, just watch it)?
Anyway, since I already knew Ren from Hermitcraft I was like "you know what, I'm going to try watching Martyn for a change, I want to see what his perspective is like". So I began watching it, and found it REALLy good, and right around that time, Last Life came out? So I decided yeah, I'm still going to watch Grian, but I'm definitely watching Martyn's perspective too (especially after the voice). And at the start I was still more invested in Grian's perspective, but I think around episode 4/5 it started to shift, and I think when episode 6 came out I decided to watch Martyn's perspective first (Grian hadn't uploaded yet and I needed to know what happened) and that was a big thing because I'd always watch Grian first and I was breaking from that (also Grian is still an amazing content creator and I do watch him sometimes, it's just preferences shifting over time). And it stayed that way for the rest of Last Life, and I'd say near the end was the time he became my main POV (I'm not sure if I watched Grian's last two episodes?). And I'm honestly SO glad that happened, because??? all the lore and storytelling in last life??? is absolutely incredible, and as someone still so invested in the meaning, story and coherency of 3rd life and sort of still holding Last Life to the same standard when it was very different, the voice lore provided such a cool narrative to watch, and it's definitely one of my favourite perspectives in the whole of the Life series (with Grian 3rd life and Pearl double life coming close).
And then it stayed like that, with me rooting for him each season (and he got SO close in last and double life too), also occasionally watching Pearl first for Double Life as well and following her perspective a lot, and same with Limited Life but with Scott.
And so yeah after 3 seasons and twice coming SO so close, he completely deserved the win, and I'm honestly really happy he did what he did at the end instead of engaging in that fight – if he came so close and didn't win again I'd be pretttttty sad (though happy for the winner).
#how i became a martyn main pov person backstory#also yeah i'm not really a person who watches too many perspectives#i try but i can never bring myself to carry on after a while even if enjoying them#i just get sort of burned out#so that's why i tend to stick to a few#also confession i don't think i've actually finished martyn's 3rd life series...#sacrilegious i know he's my main perspective and 3rd life is still my favourite series#i think i've watched up to the end of session 4 or maybe 5? and did watch the finale it was the first episode by him i watched actually#but yeahhh...#last life started so i sort of switched to that and didn't have enough energy to watch other stuff#asks#thank youu#also i wanted to ask who's your main perspective on limited life? do you have one and what did you think?#but yeah hope you enjoyed too!
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AAAAHHH I JUST REMEMBERED YOU WRITE FOR STAR WARS AHHHH-
*clears throat* okay so
Some leia organa fluff maybe?? Literally any fluff with her, shes bae 😌
beautiful//leia organa
pairings; princess leia organa, he/him reader
rating; pg
warnings; none!
her hands felt like silk.
you weren't sure how or why, considering there was no way han kept lotion on the ship, but her hands were softer than anything you've ever felt.
the ship had landed, and leia was welcomed with open arms into a palace full of family friends. han was suspicious, as always, and luke bounced off the marble walls, exploring everything. however, you and leia sat on a long, white velvet couch in the middle of the large room. she sat with her legs bent at a perfect 90 degree angle, while you sat cross legged, minding your shoes and hanging them off the couch.
on leia's other side was han, glaring at the alien family sitting on the couch across from him. they all wore white silk and were perfectly groomed; han didn't trust them. leia made it obvious they were safe, however.
she spoke of their situation openly, her hand holding yours and sitting in her lap. after a nice, warm shower, her hair was steadily air drying, down out of her regular braided buns and grouped over her shoulders. there were subtle curls, nothing extravagant. but she looked beautiful.
as she spoke, you watched her mouth move. you couldn’t help but marvel in how absolutely beautiful she was. her round, plump cheeks rose into apples, rosy and red. her lips, constantly moving as she explained what they were dealing with. her eyes, wide and puppy-like, were a soft brown, the faint highlight of eyeliner lining them, washed away with a shower but remnants still haunting.
and as she explained how she had nearly encountered her doom, all you could think about was how beautiful she was. and how soft her hands were.
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Hazbin Worlds Collide Ch3
iridescence, Aldo, tristan, and mako belong to Palettepainter. Vaggie, Baxter, and Crymini belong to Vivziepop. Dexter, Angel-Cake, and Gem-stone are mine.
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He stopped in his tracks. His horror striken face didn't go unnoticed by the demons in the lounge.
Quickly, he whipped back around and ran back to the basement.
"Dexter! What's going on?!"
He ignored her as the basement door flew open and he fumbled down the steps. His heart pounding in his chest. His eyes locked in horror at the scene before him.
"G-Gemmy?"
She laid motionless on the ground as Baxter examined her carefully. Mako was leaning against one of the shelves, breathing heavily, a gun in hand with many cuts lining his body. Aldo stood between the two. Keeping Mako back.
He glanced between the bullet wounds on his sister.....and the gun in his hand.
"........*grrrr*"
The small growl got Baxter's attention as his head snapped up."......Dexter, no!"
The wolf didn't listen as he crawled on fours ever so slowly down the rest of the stairs and towards the grey hound.
"Dexter! Stop! She's just unconscious!"
It did no good as his pupils dialated more and a hellish scream burst out from his open mouth.
Mako fired a round that successfully hit him in the shoulder. For a moment, it worked as he stood there stunned.....but an even louder screech came out from the feral k-9.
Mako backed away quickly, falling over in the process to escape the rabid blue wolf. In a state of panic, he fired again, but it seemed nothing detoured his attention.
Even in this form, Dexter used tactics and began to back the other wolf into a corner.
"Get Crymini! Someone get Crymini!"
A hiss was forced from his mouth before Dexter lunged.
"AAAAHHH!!" Mako screamed as sharp teeth dug into his leg. Dexter began to pull him backwards and drag him. Desperate to get away, he began to kick out his other leg.
He managed to make him let go after hitting him in the muzzle, And scooted away.
He growled and looked ready to murder. Crouching low to the ground, he rolled his shoulders-
"Dexter!"
His ears perked up and he whirled around towards the stairs.
A cookies n cream wolf stared down at him. A few others were on the stairs and crammed into the doorway to watch the scene unfold before them.
She slowly descended the stairs and carefully made her way over to him. Carefully stepping over broken glass and lab equipment. Dexter never taking his eyes off her.
"Dexter....Come to Mommy." She held her arms out.
He whined before looking back and growling at Mako.
"Dexter, no! Bad boy!"
He whined again.
"C'mere now!"
Whimpering like a beaten puppy, he crawled over to her and she cradled him in her arms.
"There, there. Mommy's little tyrant was just trying to protect his little sister......Speaking of which..." She gave Mako a death glare. "Ya mind tellin' me why she has so any bullet holes in her?"
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Baxter proceeded to wrap up another cut on Mako's face. Making the wolf hiss in pain.
Across from him, Angel-Cake was busy helping Dexter with first aid while Crymini removed bullets from her children. Gem-Stone glared at him while holding her mother's paw.
"Well....maybe next time you'll take it back."
"Keep your f--king brother away from me. You're both f--king mental cases!"
"Uncle Bax, can you tie some of that around his muzzle?"
"That's enough you two. Now. it's gonna take even ta fix that machine."
"What even happened back there?"
Angel-cake turned to the one eyed demon. "Dexter has this......condition to snap when full demon. Only Aunt Crymini can calm him down for some reason."
"Probably because he's a Mama's boy," A smaller spider joked.
"I AM NOT!!"
"AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey....Where's your brother?"
"Tristan? He went ta find this world's version of our mom."
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The one eyed demon looked up at him from the couch. "I'm sorry. I don't understand how I can would know."
"You're still my mother from another dimension. Would you even have the slightest idea who my dad might be?," he asked desperately. He stepped back a few feet, "Here. Take a good look. Don't I look like anyone you know?!"
"...." Her one eye trailed over him carefully...before shaking her head and giving him an apologetic look. "....I'm sorry. I don't anyone who looks like you......or a moth."
"What about someone with some kind of connection to moths or butterflies?"
"The only other person with besides me with a connection to moths I know is my daughter."
"So.....you don't know?"
"'Fraid not. Like you said, we're from different dimensions. Must be someone she knows better than me."
He sighed and turned to walk away. "Thanks anyway."
"No problem. Sorry I couldn't help." SHe watched him walk away before shaking her head."....Poor kid. I wonder what else the other me did."
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Lay solo anon here 👋 first of all, I definitely should've listened to Lay's solo stuff before because OH MY GOD. I was NOT prepared for shirtless glitter lay in the Honey MV. Like that man is FINE. DAMN. Very sexy indeed. Lit was GORGEOUS. The MV was feature film level quality. I noticed he wrote and produced it because of course he did. The BUDGET she had to have. My god. Plus the song is 🔥 and Veil is so catchy and the MV is once again beautiful. I will have the line "baby take it off show face" stuck in my head for the foreseeable future. And I don't know why but watching him dance in Veil made me realize how much I miss seeing him and Jongin dance together. They're both such insane and talented dancers. I can't believe I slept on his solo stuff for so long! Anyway... thank you SO MUCH for the recommendations 🙇♀️
brb on my way to listen to the Lit and NAMANANA albums in their entirety...
aaaahhh please you don't have to thank me, i'm super happy that you like his music !! even tho i'm also super sad that we don't get to see the group fully together anymore, i'm glad yixing got to come into his own as the talented and well-rounded artist he is today and i'm honored that i could introduce you to his amazing work, this all just makes me really happy <3
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Congrats on the followers Rory :) I would like to request "Euphorbia" with Eren (because we need more of soft Eren)! Maybe something along the lines of childhood friends mutual pining leading to a confession scene! Upto you though ofcourse :)))
i'm a fool of love for you — eren jaeger
— eren jaeger x female reader (modern au)
— prompt: euphorbia; persistence
— warnings: the anxious thoughts that your crush doesn't like you back, just a little bit suggestive :>>, but this is mostly fluff sooo <3
— summary: eren sees love in you and it will always stay that way for as long as fate decides it to be — for eternity.
— word count: 7.6k
— note: whew, i managed to write this baby during breaks from working on assignments and watching lectures aaaahhh when i tell i feel so nervous while writing this because i keep on thinking that i might have lost my sense of grasping things, in other words, i'm worried because i'm not quite proud of this (maybe it's the insecurities talking but :<< ). nonetheless, here's another installment to the milestone event --- another soft eren fic that's slightly self-indulgent owo i'll be making a masterlist for the event tomorrow first thing when i wake up. oh, to have eren as your childhood friend, and to fall in love with each other on the way --- i want him :<< good lorde. anyways, happy reading !! i love you and stay safe <3
reblogs and feedback re greatly appreciated !!
this is a part of my 600 milestone event !!
“Fuck, I’m such an idiot.”
“Well, hello to you, too, Eren.”
Eren looks up to Armin’s dry voice, with the latter boy typing the needed word count in his Philosophy essay, a balanced meal sitting on a tray beside his laptop. It’s lunchtime in Paradis Uni and the food hall is bustling with students trying to get a hand on the newly featured ramen menu right before their lectures resume. It’s not every day that the staff of the food hall puts up different cuisines from around the globe so the students try their hardest to get a ticket from the vending machine just for them to try homemade ramen instead of the instant ones they always seem to be eating. However, Eren has other plans in mind, seeing as there’s no sign of a lunch tray on their table. The brown-haired boy appears too distraught over something that Armin looks up from finishing a paragraph to give his best friend the time of the day. The blond, however, pinpoints the signs. It’s something that’s always on Eren’s form on certain days and through the years, Armin quickly distinguishes them.
The constant wavering sighs, the way his fingers run through his hair until his man-bun becomes disarray, the contemplative expression, the staring into space, the noticeable redness reaching his ears. And wait, when did Eren wear lipgloss?
Ah, this dilemma must have something to do with the most beautiful girl in the entire galaxy, the only one worthy enough for me to worship.
(Those are Eren’s words during one night of endless drinking in their apartment after another round of wallowing in his pit of despair of ‘she would never love me back’.)
No one can turn Eren into a hot mess except for you, his childhood friend and soulmate. Platonic as you like to call it, only for Eren to feel terrible when you introduce him to your other friends with that pitiful title. It doesn’t fit him at all, is what the voice in his head whispers every damn time you do so.
Having known each other since you moved to the city of Shiganshina at the age of seven, you and Eren were joined at the hip the moment he found you toppling down the sidewalk because you just got your skateboard as a moving gift from one of your relatives in the city. It was an ugly yet amusing sight, with you crying because you just scraped your knees and him grimacing with a basketball clutched between his hands, inching away from you any chance he got. There was nothing remotely romantic with your first meeting with Eren but one might say that Time and Fate had the upper reins when it comes to your future with him. It was only about six years later that Eren realized you’re more than just the annoying firecracker he claimed you to be. At twelve years old, you started expressing your care for Eren more; and when you entered the school’s infirmary because word got out that he fought someone (curse Mikasa for telling you), with you looking ready to raise Hell for getting himself in trouble, he found you pretty rather than terrifying. Starting that day, he’s constantly stealing glances at you from across the room, taking the time to memorize every feature etched on your face as if you’re a sculpture ready to be critiqued. You’re a work of art in young Eren’s eyes and he’s done all that he could to make sure you know that you have an admirer.
By all means necessary, he did it (with Mikasa’s and Armin’s help, of course).
Cue: the many attempts in wooing you.
Middle school meant finally stepping out of the kids' playground and joining the big kids. It might be an exaggeration but Eren was proud that he’s in seventh grade now. It meant being a teenager for Eren and it felt so exhilarating for him. It was also a time when he noticed more things about you — how you sometimes take a second look at yourself whenever you pass by a reflective surface or how you started wearing flavored lip balms that at some point made Eren curious about what they would taste like. That didn’t change the fact that Eren still finds you pretty. Your beauty was enhanced during middle school — something that amazes and baffles him since you’re so oblivious to the lingering stares from other students. The first two years of middle school were spent admiring you from afar despite Eren living next door to you, with the brunet not paying attention to Mikasa’s grumbles about how he’s being a wimp for not manning up. It was quite funny that such a very dear person to you would flinch when you hug him from behind; or how he would turn into a strawberry every time you scream his name in the bleachers when he has a game. It didn’t help Eren’s situation in the slightest because it was clear to almost anyone that you’re more than a best friend. Oh, the woes of being in love at a young age.
Thus, the little anonymous notes commenced.
They were tucked into your favorite books. Sometimes, you find them inside your locker. Even leaving a small bottle of strawberry milk on your desk, accompanied by one of the meticulously written letters. They weren’t grand like what you read from the novels you drown yourself into nor breathtakingly crafted like the poems you find yourself swooning on, but they carry so many butterflies that always render you speechless. All of those notes could be summarized in one thing: that you’re the mysterious person’s object of affection. Each one always made your heart race, something that didn’t happen to you before. They were so raw and so pure, almost as if the person writing them wore their heart in their sleeve. They described how the stars paled in comparison to your eyes and smile. They wove stories about a fairy accidentally casting a spell on a boy which made him think of the mystical creature almost every day. They simply told you how beautiful you are, that nobody compared to your kindness, and that no one has a heart bigger than yours. You hoped to find the person behind all this — not knowing that a pair of viridescent stars were always trained on your figure when you flip open one note, unaware that at every lift of your lips, the person you were looking for was waiting for you to piece everything together.
Seeing as it didn’t have any effect, Eren started Plan B — changing his appearance for you to see him in a different light. Come high school and not only did people start to notice you, but they were also raving about how Eren looked like an entire feast. It brought satisfaction to him, appearing in school with longer hair than usual (just touching his nape) and a physique that can attract attention any time of the day. But hope flared when you told him how pretty he looked with longer hair. This hope burned so bright and lasted for years until it all came to the present — in sophomore year of college and still in the plane of unrequited love. Or so he thinks.
Middle school was where everything started, high school blossomed hope in his ribcage, and college is where everything will turn red like autumn.
As much as Eren wants to take the next step in your relationship with him, he still values you as one of his best friends, seeing as you’re there way before he knew Armin, Mikasa, and everybody else in the friendship group. His life is filled with remnants and memories of you that confessing his feelings isn’t worth it if it means losing you in the end. At some point in his late-night musings, he’s considering giving up in his pursuit of you, given that it has been nearly ten years of pining — the only thing he’s getting is the dull ache spreading through his chest like the first bloom of spring. With each passing day, his emotions are only growing by a thousandfold, clogging his throat with so many petals that it was getting hard to breathe. But each of these petals represents you, your name etched upon velvet colors. He doesn’t mind running out of breath when you’re the one filling up his heart. Putting aside his feelings, Eren can’t imagine his life without you. You’re the one who reassured him to no end that his mother can pull through her surgery during freshman year of uni, you’re the one whose smile eases up the thunderstorms clouding his mind whenever he feels down, you’re the shoulder he leans on in lonely nights, and you’re the light he constantly seeks to keep him sane.
Eren feels so much that he sometimes forgets that the way you look at him is so different from the way he looks at you. To him, you are the other half of his soul, encompassing all kinds of love. Ludus, Philia. Pragma. Storge. Eros. Agape. To you, he’s the boy next door who refused to help you on the sidewalk, the one who offers his jackets on a cold day, the friend who always shines his light on you.
All Eren wanted to do is to run away after the events that transpired earlier this morning.
“Why exactly are you sulking, Eren?” Armin asks, closing his laptop to take a bite of his lunch. It’s been a few minutes since the brunet sat down at his table and there’s not a single word coming out of him after he cursed. “Did something happen?” Then, Armin’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Did you hurt—?”
“Never!” Eren purses his lips, an array of emotions flashing across his face, to which Armin can’t keep up with until the former opens his mouth to say, “... I kissed [Name].”
“What?”
You look up from your bed, face scrunching up with conflict, eyes teary and lips pouting. Mikasa is staring at you from her bed, now a dumpling in between her chopsticks, with her favorite show still paused on her laptop desk. (“It has giant man-eating monsters and people who fly in the air to kill them — I’m recommending this to you, babe”). When you entered your shared dorm room with a nonplussed countenance, Mikasa immediately knew that something was wrong, so she paused the part where the main character was about to attack the enemy nation to give you all her attention. Looking at your best friend now, you can tell she’s shocked as well but there’s a hint of relief glinting behind those bewildered gray irises, which made you blink in confusion.
“Miki, Eren kissed me,” you repeat your previous words, slowly as if you’re still trying to process it.
It took Mikasa several seconds to shake herself from her stupor. “About time,” she murmurs while looking away from you.
That must explain why your lips slightly lost their glossy shine or how they’re swollen. Not to mention, your shirt is crumpled and your hair looked like a cat mistook it for a ball of yarn.
“What?”
Mikasa turns her head so fast. “What?”
“You said something.”
“Really? I did not know.”
You narrow your eyes at the small innocent smile pulling on your best friend’s lips. “I definitely heard something, Miki.”
“You must be hearing things, then.” Mikasa waves you off with a flick of her wrist before leaning forward to start drilling you. You unconsciously gulp at the intensity of her stare. It reminded you of the times when she’s warding off people who look at you too long or the times when she’s interrogating Sasha about the empty bag of potato chips. It’s a blank foreboding omen of death. You have no escape from this. Mikasa is ready to squeeze any ounce of information from you and she’s stronger and faster than you if you ever try to run out of the door. “Now, the real question is — what, when, where, why, how? And if you leave out any details,” she points a finger at you, “... you’re actually safe because Eren will be the next victim of my interrogation. You don’t want your loverboy to feel my wrath, right?”
“He’s not my lover boy,” you mutter, burying your face in your pillow. “... I don’t even know anymore.”
Any semblance of teasing disappears on Mikasa’s part. Guilt starts to bubble in her stomach as she stares at your dejected form. Before knowing Eren’s feelings for you, Mikasa already knew that you harbor adoration for the boy, which has something to do with Mikasa staring at you while you introduced Eren and Armin to her during primary school. Your eyes seem to shine brighter when you look at the brunet as if you’re reflecting his light to him.
Mikasa is also a witness to your self-dispute through the course of high school. She saw how you paced back and forth in your living room because Eren made a flirty remark during junior year of high school. She was the shoulder you cried on when you heard that he was dating someone from the other class, never even knowing why you were crying because of something remotely unrelated to you. She encouraged you to accept your growing feelings for the passion-driven person in your little friendship group. She saw how strong you are upon hiding your overflowing emotions for Eren and she admires you for that, more than you ever know. Throughout your epiphany, which stretched out for years, Mikasa’s always by your side being the little angel on your shoulder. With a little sigh after mulling over her overbearingness, the black-haired girl stands up from her bed to cross the room. She sits on the edge of your mattress, looking down at your tense figure before rubbing your back soothingly. Silence is all that you two need as Mikasa continues tracing constellations on the plane of your back, even creating new ones that slightly tickle you. She notices how your hair became longer now, her finger twirling a lock of it instead of painting a star map through your clothes.
“I’m sorry for not noticing how hard this is for you, babe,” Mikasa whispers. The nickname was something you two started using to rile up Eren (it pisses him off that you say that word carelessly to someone you’re platonically involved with), which stuck since you’re each other’s girlfriend during certain days anyway (holidays that require couples or events that specify taking a plus one). “If it makes you feel better, I’ll punch Eren for you.”
“Please don’t punch him.” Your voice is muffled by the pillow but Mikasa still hears you loud and clear.
She smiles, eyes turning soft as she now pats your head. “Okay, I won’t. Care to tell me what happened?”
Eren was nervous.
This isn’t the first time you visited their apartment but there’s something about this day that sets him on the edge of screaming out his feelings for you. It could be because you wanted to stop by to spend your morning studying with his presence surrounding you. Or it could be because you look straight out of a dream standing in front of his doorway, backpack hanging off one shoulder while your hands clutched your laptop close to your chest, and smile so bright that Eren thought the sun was just a few feet away from him. Either way, the reason why there are so many pretty words stuck inside his throat at the moment, it’s all because of you. When you texted that you’re going to stay in their apartment to spend your free morning with someone you’re comfortable with, Eren’s mind ran a thousand miles because he didn’t know what to do with the effect you have on him. But the more that he thought about it, it’s just a normal day in his life — basking under the summer with no overbearing heat, a summer that’s named after you. Now, here he was, chopping some fruits in their little kitchenette for some pancakes since you told him you went straight to his apartment after taking a bath. Something along the lines of missing him despite seeing him the day before.
“Here’s your order of pancakes, beloved customer,” Eren flamboyantly announced, placing the plate of the breakfast food right beside your laptop and iPad. “Even though it's nearing lunchtime, I guess, to each their own.”
You looked up from drawing another diagram for your Biochemistry notes. Flashing a smile at the brunet, you lean your head forward to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, ‘Ren.” You focused on your food now rather than the speechless young man beside you. “Ooh, you topped them with strawberries and bananas. Just what I need right now. You are such an angel, ‘Ren.”
The kiss rendered Eren immobile. Yes, you gave him cheek kisses sometimes, but every single one of them was like a secret recipe for his happiness. Just a brush of your lips on his skin tickled the flutter of butterflies residing inside his ribcage.
As he straightened to sit on the chair across from you, Eren was still in a daze. He kept glancing at you while you’re taking a bite of your breakfast, with you occasionally going back to making your notes with the little nose scrunch that he found adorable. His gaze, however, traveled downward to your lips. They were in the shade of coral peach this time and they glinted in the sunlight emanating from the windows. Eren wondered what they would feel like against his own. He knew that he never really took care of his lips, always cracked and sometimes bloody from peeling the skin, but having your soft ones easing away the roughness sounded like an ascension of some sort. While having these thoughts occupying his mind, he mindlessly placed his chin on his hand, his eyes never leaving you as your productivity radiated in beams.
There’s always something about you pouring everything into academics that garnered an intense admiration from Eren. His love for you extended every time he witnessed you answering a professor’s inquiry or you passing all of your exams as if it’s second nature. You looked so goddamn beautiful in such a raw yet domestic setting that his feelings started to become visible in his viridian eyes. Resting his head on his folded arms, Eren slowly reaches out to run his pointer finger on the back of your left hand that was sitting idly on the side. The moment your eyes met, the boy of spring and emeralds fell in love with you again. Your smile squeezed Eren’s chest in your palms and he slightly panicked when you took your hand away from him, only to sag in a cocoon of ataraxy as you tuck his unbound hair behind his ear. Your breakfast and revisions were momentarily forgotten, your fingers now running through the strands of Eren’s soft hair.
“Long hair really does suit you, ‘Ren,” you told him. “You look so pretty with it.”
Red blossoms cover Eren’s cheeks, causing him to bury his face in his arms with a groan. “Yeah, yeah. You say that about a hundred times already.” And his chest pounds every damn time. “I'm actually thinking of trimming it. It’s getting in the way sometimes and I hate it when that happens.”
“Hmm. Where do you want your hair to be?”
Eren looked up from his arms, expecting to see a sliver of disappointment in your face but he only found the softness that he always craved. So, you wanted him to cut his hair? “... Just reaching my shoulders so that I can still put it in a bun, just like that hairstyle you always liked on me. You can still braid it with that length.”
Your smile grew. “Whatever makes you comfortable, ‘Ren. But remember that you’ll still look good with any hairstyle.” You then turned back to your laptop, having heard a notification from one of your planners. “Oh, crap, I forgot that the paper for Ackerman’s class is due at the end of the week.” Your fingers left Eren’s hair, the young man grumbling under his breath because your schoolwork stole your attention yet again. You quickly opened the planner app on your laptop and read through what you wrote a few weeks back. This was the midterm paper and you didn’t even pick a topic for you to start an outline on. “Oh, God, Ackerman never bestows us mercy, huh?” You murmured as you flew through the instructions you took note of. “Ten pages. What am I going to write?”
“Is that the midterm paper for Anthro?” Eren dragged his chair so that he could see your screen over your shoulder.
“Yeah, you don’t have this class, right?”
The brunet shook his head. “Not this semester. But,” he prolonged the syllable, “I took his class during freshman year. It was quite … a breaking experience that I don’t want to undergo again. He’s not exactly considerate when it comes to handing out tasks but I guess,” he scratched the back of his head, “if your effort shines through your submissions, he gives a decent grade. But that’s not the case for me back then.” Then, he leaned forward until mere inches separated you, his breath tickling your ear while his voice took a jesting tone. “Between you and me, that little man probably hated my guts for nothing. He always looked ready to kill me whenever I entered the lecture hall and it’s scary. Plus, he’s Mikasa’s older cousin — you know, the one who never shows up when it’s their family reunion.”
You hummed while typing out a topic in a blank document. “I remember her mentioning that once. From what I can tell, she hates him just as much as he hates you so I never asked her again.” You finished typing the topic you chose, turning to Eren to let him check. “Hey, this is good enough, right—?”
Fuck.
You’re so close to him right now. Eren could see the individual flecks inside your irises, the gloss of your lips, the fluttering eyelashes that seemed to mimic flower petals against the breeze, the lingering acne marks on your cheeks that he associated with the constellations even though you shrink at the mention of them. He saw each and every detail and before he knew it, he’s drowning in the pits of his love for you. Inches became centimeters until Eren’s arm wrapped around the back of your chair to ensure that your eyes wouldn’t look away from him. The more he stared at you, the more he noticed that your cheeks gained a warmth that was so similar to what he’s feeling at the moment; how your lips parted in mild surprise, how your eyes flickered with a foreign emotion that he never saw on you. It’s all too much for him to handle but they say to face your fears head on, right? He continued nearing his face until he felt your forehead pressing against his. Before doing anything else, the brunet took a deep breath to calm his heart from jumping out of his chest.
His mind was running around in a constant circle, overthinking the possibilities. Will you slap him away, push him and get out of his apartment, or act like nothing happened? For some reason, the last one hurt the most.
It was an eclipse — a meeting of the sun and moon that sent a shiver down Eren’s spine.
The two of you leaned in at the same time, meeting halfway until your lips met for the first time.
Eren probably kissed only three girls in his life. The first one was in kindergarten, the second one was for a truth and dare game in middle school, and the last one was with a girl he was dating back in high school. They didn’t feel like this. They weren’t electrifying and euphoric. This kiss with you was invigorating him like you’re the ambrosia he needed to keep himself alive. He felt like a god, finally kissing the girl of his dreams. And when he slanted his head to deepen the kiss, his heart soared when you reciprocated the same shyness he was showing. It was fucking adorable how you timidly press your lips against his. It fuelled him to lightly bite your lip, your little breathy hum coloring the apples of his cheeks a beautiful shade of rose. As he finally tasted you, he couldn’t help but lift his large palm to cup your cheek, which prompted you to place both of your hands on his jaw. He poured everything he felt in the kiss until he became addicted to the feeling of your sighs brushing his swollen lips when you slightly pulled away with half-lidded eyes. Somebody was controlling Eren’s movements because he would never lift you from your chair to carefully let you straddle his lap. He didn’t have the guts to do that before this day.
And holy shit, your shorts will be the death of him.
Eren felt so happy that if given the chance, he’d scream how much he loves you, how you place the stars up for him, how you always bring out the best in him. However, he kept his voice to himself for fear of popping this little world that the two of you created. He didn’t know if this was a dream or reality because everything inside him felt so light like he was in nirvana. You tasted of pancake syrup, of strawberries, of spring, of everything sweet in the world. Eren furrowed his brows as he wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand burying his fingers through your hair. Pulling away, he trailed warm kisses until he reached the small flower-pressed pendant sitting on the middle of your collarbones, the gift he gave you during your birthday. He only saw that necklace while browsing a shop online, immediately thinking of you because flowers, without a doubt, suit you. His grip around your waist tightened, pulling you closer in hopes that you would hear how loud his chest was pounding for you, how it created a song dedicated to you. He felt you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him bury into your chest and wishing that the reason why your heart was racing was sitting right in front of you.
Eren tenderly kissed the part where your heart lies — flowers instantly blooming on the skin where his lips touched. He didn’t see how your cheeks became warmed at the act of affection nor how your lips pursed in a smile dipped in blue.
Lifting his head, he murmured against your lips, “Why are you so beautiful?” Without waiting for your response, Eren once again kissed you. In between those, he kept saying along the lines of, “Shit, do you even know the effect you have on me? You fucking make me weak, angel. You’re stars away from me and I can’t help but admire you every day.”
“Eren,” you sighed in that pretty voice he wanted to replay in his mind.
With a shaky breath and foreheads pressed on each other, Eren stuttered, “I lo—”
The spell broke the moment your phone rang through the walls of his apartment.
You blinked, eyebrows furrowed as you reorient yourself. You didn’t get up from your place on his lap, turning around to answer the call. With your hand placed on your burning cheeks, you meekly let out a, “Hey, Miki.” Eren continued rubbing the sides of your waist with his thumbs, kisses still being placed on your collarbone and neck. He saw you bite your lip to prevent the blissful sighs from escaping, which prompted him to plant more strawberries on your skin. “Mhmm, that’s great. I’ll be back there in a minute. Yeah. I’ll tell him that. Mhmm. Did you get extra dumplings? Love you, Miki, and don’t worry, I’ll be safe going home.” You brought down the phone the moment Mikasa ended the call, your breath hitching when Eren pulled you even closer to capture your lips with his.
“‘Ren,” you tried calling out in between kisses. “Mikasa told me to go back to our dorm now, she bought lunch.” Now that you realized what was happening, you couldn’t look Eren in the eye. You never thought your heart would beat this fast. Your face was so warm that you feared you might overheat. With your hair covering your face, you mumbled out, “I have to go.”
Just like that, Eren thought the world was ending the moment you stepped out of his dorm, your unfinished plate of pancakes resting on the small table.
“Eren,” Armin whispers.
“Don’t look at me like that, Min,” Eren groans, hands buried in his hair. “I know I probably ruined our friendship.”
“So that’s why you look like you’re wearing lipgloss.”
Eren shoots his best friend a blank look.
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Armin raises his hands in defense. He gives Eren more time to collect himself so he goes back to taking a bite of his lunch. A few minutes pass by and Eren is still grumbling in front of the blond, some of the students now shooting their table with weird glances. Feeling the added attention, Armin squirms in his seat to give his friend his most honest opinion. “Eren, I think you have to tell her how you feel.” Eren shoots up from his seat as if Armin said the most scandalous thing on the planet. “Don’t look at me like that, Eren. I know it sounds like the worst thing — to confess your dying love to someone you grew up with—”
“That’s because it is!”
“—But you’ll feel so much better after you do it. Her knowing about your feelings will happen in the long run. If you’re ready to do it, accept whatever response [Name] gives. You never know, she might reciprocate it, and the only way to know that is to confess that you’ve loved her for what, five years?”
“Eight years,” Eren corrects with a sigh.
“See, it’s that long, Eren, and you’re the only one who calls the shots. So, the question is, are you ready to tell her how you really feel?”
There’s only one answer to that.
Your afternoon of long lectures finally ends with a strained neck and a hungry stomach. The sun kissed the horizon, turning the sky into an explosion of tangerines and scarlets. You let out a sigh at the prospect of another sleepless night because of a barrage of schoolwork and you’re already thinking of how to apologize to Mikasa for lighting up your dorm room with your desk lamp. Somebody from your last class is calling for you so you turn around to see Marco bidding you a warm ‘see you tomorrow’, the black-haired young man being your seatmate since the start of the semester. Raising your hand, you smile as you reply, “Stay safe going home, Marco, see you tomorrow!”
Continuing your trek to Rose Dormitories, a certain brown-haired person is sitting on the bench a few meters from the building you just exited from. At the sight of the familiar man bun sitting at the back of the young man’s head, your heart starts palpitating inside your flower-infested rib cage. Your mind becomes a blank slate except for the memory of what happened earlier in the morning. You stand on the other side of the pathway, arms hugging your laptop case tighter against your chest. The butterflies are rapidly fluttering their wings, flying towards your throat until you can’t breathe anymore.
They intensify when Eren looks up from the ground, viridescent eyes sparkling at the image of you.
At each step he takes towards you, the tumultuous beating inside your body increases, urging you to look away from his unwavering gaze.
Upon reaching you, Eren shakily smiles. “Let me take your bag. You must be exhausted from all your lectures.” He takes off your backpack and slung it over his shoulders, willing himself to stay calm since you’re being quiet this entire time. He fixes your hair, tugging on a lock of it before smiling. It breaks you from your reverie. “Let’s go?”
Why is he so calm?
He doesn’t show any signs that he was affected by the kiss this morning. It pierces your heart that it flies by Eren’s head as if it’s a normal occurrence, to make out with someone you call your friend and then act like nothing happened. The hope that the kiss ignited immediately dies down at the thought that Eren might never return your feelings. He continues pulling you to the direction of the university street for some dinner (he suggests some Thai food in some restaurant that just opened, something about a person named Reiner working there), but your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the man tugging at your heartstrings with the strings of his laughter. The trail of streetlights and the noises from the university street becomes the background noise since you and Eren are thinking of each other, without either of you knowing.
You think back to the times that he made a lovesick fool out of you. You wanted to bury yourself when you initially thought that those notes back in middle school were from Eren. They sounded so much like him. You wished it was him because every time you read those letters, your eyes drifted to the nonchalant brunet looking at the chalkboard with half-lidded eyes, chin placed under his propped hand. Many times you wished that the random boxes of strawberry milk your secret admirer placed on your desk were from him. You don’t know when these intense feelings for him developed but you know that along the way, the more time you spend with Eren, he shines in the sky without knowing that everything around him is dark as night. Every time his hand brushes against yours by accident, your heart lurches and your cheeks aflame with extreme heat that Mikasa even asks if you suddenly got a fever. Not only is he charming with his looks, but he’s also spellbinding when it comes to expressing his passion for following his father’s path in being a doctor. You deeply adore how he places great effort in perfecting his studies, how he thinks of his priorities more than anything else, and how he listens to people with his undivided attention. A dreamer, that’s what he is in your eyes. A dreamer of the most enchanting things existing in this world. He longs for adventure and challenges, and you can’t help but revel as he beautifully burns like fireworks.
At some point, your hand slips away from him and you close your eyes. For a moment, he disappears, only the nervousness pooling under your feet being your only accomplice. The puddle of nerves reflects the stars of the night sky to you, shrouding you in a plane of momentary tranquility. Your heart is racing, the butterflies are fluttering, the flowers blooming in a fifth season inside you again. And as you open your eyes, Eren is staring at you ahead of the path. And he looks beautiful under the stream of light provided by the streetlight above him. A halo surrounds his figure, making him look even more beautiful than he already is. You unconsciously hug your laptop case on your pounding heart, your eyes showing the stars as you stare at the person who holds your heart close to his. Suddenly, the night is colored with all of him. The silence becomes deafening yet it’s still comfortable as you stare at Eren, wondering if he has fallen for you as much as you have fallen for him or if he thinks of you when he wakes up in the morning. You remember what Mikasa told you after you became truthful to her about the kiss — that it’s going to be okay if you confess to him.
(Her exact words were, “You’re going to be alright, babe, trust me.)
“Eren,” you call out to him.
Nothing will go wrong, just don’t let your doubts cloud your mind.
But why is he staring at you with a smile laced with love, eyes crinkling at the corners in utter softness?
“I,” you start before your breath hitches at the patience glazing Eren’s eyes, as if he knows what you’ll say. Like the first breeze of spring, you look at Eren in the eyes, your pretty smile rivaling the stars. “I love you, Eren. You’re the coffee I always seek on a rainy day, the favorite line I always listen to in my favorite songs, the flowers that I find pretty while passing by in the greenhouse, the middle school little notes that make me giddy to this day. You make me feel so many emotions all at once and to me, you’re so endlessly precious because of that. I want to tell you that I’m here and that you did well during a tough day. I want to be the shoulder you cry on when you don’t have things going your way. I want to give you my heart without worrying that you’ll stop thinking of me as one of your friends. Eren,” your tears sparkle like starlight on your cheeks, turning into comets with their trails on your skin, yet you let them flow, “every moment with you is my healing — you are my healing. And I’ll be damned if I don’t tell you this because I love you so much that it’s painful. It’s okay if you don’t say anything, I just—”
A tight embrace cuts you off, Eren’s scent of coconuts and pine surrounding you like a blanket. Your tears are flowing steadily now. He buries you in his warmth and there’s no place you’d rather be, the song of his heartbeat telling you that you are the reason why it’s racing. You feel him nuzzle your hair, inhaling the scent of your fruity shampoo. Oh, God, you love him so much and you’re crying without even hearing his response. It’s like your story with him is already written in the stars, fated to be painted with happiness.
“Fuck, you beat me to it, angel.”
Are you hearing this right? Your eyes are wide as you repeat his words in your mind.
“Why are you so goddamn ethereal?” Eren murmurs against the starry night. “You don’t know how much you affect me. You took the words right out of my mouth and I don’t even know how to top that confession. I even asked Armin for help in what I’d say to you but you took my thoughts and breath away. Baby, you’re the reason why I dream often, why I wish for the stars to have you look my way or why I aspire to be the best that I can be. All of it is because of you … you’re just so inspiring and beautiful and amazing. God, you turn me into this fool filled with love for you.” He tightens his arms around you, letting you share the flutter of butterflies circling his being. “I was the one who left you random gifts on your desk and those little notes since middle school. I was so scared that I’d ruin the friendship we already established. I don’t want to add to your problems, I don’t want to be another reason why you have to overthink things.”
“No, you’d never be those, ‘Ren,” you stop him, cupping his face with your delicate hands. “You’ll never be those. You’re so much more than that, the opposite even.”
Eren places his forehead on yours. “I love you more than the number of stars in the sky, ever since you burst into the infirmary after I got into a fight. And each day, my love for you just keeps on growing.”
You pull his face closer to yours, centimeters separating your lips yet you two never look away from each other.
“So, angel, can I be your boyfriend?”
You’re so dizzy that it feels like standing on a cloud. With a dazzling smile on your face, you answer, “Yes, ‘Ren. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
“You have to pay me,” Mikasa murmurs smugly in her seat the day after, her spoon scooping the clam chowder in her bowl.
Armin groans from beside her though his hand is already taking out his wallet from his satchel. “I hate you, Mika.”
“Ooh, what are we betting on?” Sasha chimes in, eyes gleaming under the overhead lights.
Mikasa grins a knowing smile, sipping on her iced tea. “You’ll see.”
“Here, take my ten dollars,” Armin grumbles. “I might as well receive some payment since I helped, too, you know.”
“Helped with what?”
Five heads turn around to find Eren raising an eyebrow at the outstretched bill in Armin’s hand, with you by his side. It’s not a rare sight to have you and Eren enter an establishment together during one of the hangouts but what confuses the others (minus Armin and Mikasa) is the hand the brunet has on your waist. It’s too cozy to be just a best friend being protective over their dear person. It’s almost like seeing one of those college couples with how Eren stands beside you. Not to mention, you’re wearing Eren’s jacket over your outfit, which is also not a rare sight, but with how openly loving Eren stare is at the article of clothing on you … it’s almost as if—
“Hmm, I don’t know, you tell us, Eren,” Mikasa shrugs.
Eren only narrows his eyes at the black-haired girl before sitting on one of the vacant chairs at the table. As he settles himself on the plush padding of the furniture, he leans towards you to whisper something, not minding how the rest of the friendship group ogles how you laugh at his words.
“Am I seeing things?” Connie voices out. “Or are they even closer than before?”
“Baby, what do you want to order?” Eren questions you, which answers the group’s suspicion.
“Fucking hell, Jaeger, I can’t believe you have a girlfriend before me!” Jean shouts from his seat.
Eren’s lips curl in a smug smile, eyebrows slightly raised. “Ask yourself in the mirror why, horseface.”
Jean inconspicuously shifts his attention to a stony-faced Mikasa.
“I’m lesbian, Jean, just stop,” the black-haired girl drawls as if this is the thousandth time she reminds someone of that fact. Without saying anything more, Mikasa slurps on her iced tea while suggesting some dishes for you. “Ooh, this one is great, I know you’ll like this.
“I know about that,” Jean replies begrudgingly at the girl’s first statement before facing the new couple once again. “But you,” he points at Eren, who points at himself to humor the ash blond, “just made one of the prettiest girls on campus taken. Do you even realize that?!”
“When am I one of the prettiest girls on campus?” you curiously ask.
“Yeah, when is she that, Jean?” Eren also adds.
Connie points his spoon at the brunet. “Oh, come on, Eren, don’t pretend that you sometimes agree with some of the students when they say that [Name] is pretty or amazing or talented. You can’t even deny that her Instagram posts always have commented that she slays the day even though it’s just a mirror selfie of her in the girls' bathroom. Man, when I tell you that people simp over her in the shadows for fear of Eren jumping at them. Even Historia and Annie had crushes on her during freshman year.” Connie then ate one of the spring rolls. “It’s quite hilarious how your boyfriend becomes this mess when the people that admire you are around, [Name].”
A certain sentence erases every thought you have at the moment.
Eren appears to be in shock. “Historia and Annie had a crush on her?!”
“Don’t be surprised — I had a crush on her, too, before I knew that you fell in love with her,” Mikasa chuckles. “Ah, good times.”
“What?!”
“Here we go again,” Armin murmurs.
Sasha eyes the unattended fried prawns on the blond’s plate. “Are you still going to eat that, Armin?”
“Just take one, Sasha.”
“Are you hearing this right now?” Eren asks you with panicked eyes.
“Mhmm.” You take a sip of your fruit tea. “She revealed it to me during our high school graduation.”
“But I moved on that time so no worries, Eren, I won’t steal your girl,” Mikasa says. “Unless …” The girl’s face turns into a glare that gives everyone a vision of a funeral. “You hurt her. Now, I won’t hold back if I see one tear drop from her face because of you.”
Eren sputters and you can’t help but laugh. To ease your boyfriend, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek. You lower your voice so that only he can hear you, “You’re the only one I see, ‘Ren. I don’t mind having people expressing their interest in me because you already have me. I won’t go anywhere.”
As the table continues with the chattering, Eren feels the exact same way — you’re the only one in his eyes at the moment and nothing else matters. You really make a fool out of him — a fool of love that is always seeking your light as if you’re the North Star. Eren sees love in you and it will always stay that way for as long as Fate decides it to be — for eternity.
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miss cheryl, im sobbing.
this is LITERALLY AMOMK JIN. the best eldest hyung. he’s so beautiful.
Mr. and Mrs. Kim, thank you very much for having raised Jin into the beautiful man that he is today. you two must be so proud of him.
Aaaahhh PLEASE this is so sweet?
source: naija0329
At the playground. Mrs. Kim is watching her sons as they play on a trampoline. She smiles as they have fun with the other kids. She reads a little, looking up at them every now and then. And then, she checks her watch, and notices that it’s probably time to go.
Mrs. Kim: Round ‘em up, Seokjinnie!
Big Kid Jin: (looks at his eomma, nods happily, climbs down, turns to his brothers, who are still jumping) Eomma says it’s time to go!
Big Kid Jin stands by the edge of the trampoline and holds his arms out. Toddler Taehyung bounces into his arms first, and then Big Kid Jin sets him carefully on the ground. Big Kid Jin wraps Toddler Taehyung’s hand around the seam of his back pocket.
Big Kid Jin: Remember the rule?
Toddler Taehyung: HOLD!
Big Kid Jin: That’s right, hold hyung’s pocket!
Toddler Taehyung sucks his thumb as Big Kid Jin holds his arms out for Little Kid Namjoon.
Little Kid Namjoon: I can do it!
Big Kid Jin: I know, I’m just here, just in case!
Little Kid Namjoon waddles carefully to the edge as the other kids jump, and then, with just a bit of assistance, barely grasping fingertips, Little Kid Namjoon climbs down.
Kid 1: Me too!
Big Kid Jin: Wait, what?
Kid 2: And me!
Big Kid Jin suddenly finds himself catching kids who are not his brothers as they scramble off of the trampoline and run elsewhere.
Big Kid Jin shrugs and leads his brothers over to his eomma, who meets them halfway from the bench she was sitting at. They all walk toward her car, parked just nearby.
Mrs. Kim: (ruffling Jin’s hair) I didn’t mean round ‘em all up, Seokjin! But you were such a good hyung! Good job!
Big Kid Jin smiles proudly.
#asks#your asks#anon#amomk#a map of mrs. kims#bts fanfiction#bts fluff#bts drabbles#jin fluff#namjoon fluff#taehyung fluff
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Hey yo I really like your name and I don't see enough of it, so if you want to could you give me some enjolsette siblings headcannons? Thanks, your blog always makes me feel happier :)
OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I’m glad my blog makes you happy because same! I hope you enjoy these I had a lot of fun writing them, they’re fukin cute your honor
They get on really well and are super close now that they’re adults, but don’t get me wrong- They could FIGHT when they were younger. Siblings fight and that is fine. One time Cosette threw a hairbrush at Enjolras and it hit him in the face and he had a black eye for two weeks lmao. Another time they were fighting and Enjolras just grabbed a pair of scissors and just hacked a chunk of Cosette’s hair off. Valjean always tried to ground them when they fought but he was wayyy to soft on them both
They don't know much about their mother, except that according to their Papa she loved them very much. They know less than nothing about their birth father, and they're not in the least bit interested. Their papa is their father.
One time Enjolras was at an event for the ABC, and he came across a man called Felix Tholomyes. He seemed really familiar, Combeferre and Courfeyrac said the same. He showed Cosette a photo later that day. And yeah, she thought the same. Kind of weird.
Cosette moving abroad for a while, for Erasmus or something like that, (I'm thinking Berlin) and a few months after she leaves Enjolras books flights to come visit because she's been badgering him basically since she got there and ok, maybe he misses her kind of a lot
so he books his flights and they're both like AAAAHHHH and closer to the time Cosette starts sending him messages like AHHH ONLY FORTY DAYS TO GOOOO. AAAAHHH ONLY THIRTY NINE DAYS TO GOOOOO. AHHHH ONLY THIRTY EIGH- “Stop texting me or I’m gonna block your number”
So Enj flies out and for the next week the two of them hang out in the city and go to all the history museums and the lakes and hang out with Cosette’s friends from her accommodation and classes (”Cosette you didn’t tell us how hot your brother is” “Gross”) and go to different cool bars and clubs Cosette has found and Enjolras tries not to glare too severely at the weird kid Marius who is following Cosette around like a lovesick puppy and in exchange Cosette does not say anything when Enjolras hooks up with that one guy from her art history class even though she REALLY wants to bc she’s nosy af
Enjolras won’t admit it, but when he gets home, he counts the days until Cosette is back
They don’t live together, but they hang out at least once a week. Normally they go round to one of their apartments for dinner (take out, because neither of them can cook to save their life) They eat on the couch with some show on in the background and talk about their papa and their friends and the ABC and other stuff. Sometimes they’ll do facemasks or paint each other’s nails. They’re fucking cute.
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Honey Sweet Moments
Fandom: Marvel (Baker AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader
As requested by anonymous: Idk if this is even a request or me wanting you to love this image as much as I do 😂 But imagine chubby Bucky shirtless making you breakfast or just baking cookies for fun and you wrap your arms around him. I bet he'd smell so nice and warm + requested from another anonymous: I saw your chubby Bucky requests are open and I’ve been so sad :( today because my mum and I have been arguing a lot, so some good old fluff would honestly make my day! Just something small like baking together or having a Picknick you know? And Bucky kissing and hugging you a lot. Please?
Aaaahhh the weekend. You and Bucky didn’t have work this weekend so you, obviously, wanted to take advantage of it. You two slept in until noon, relishing in each other’s warmth and love until your stomachs growled with hunger.
You two then found yourselves in the kitchen. You’re in your sleep shirt and shorts while Bucky’s wearing his sweatpants low, his rounding belly on display. Music is playing in the background and Bucky’s humming along as he flips pancakes while you’re cutting up fruit.
You smile at your boyfriend, loving how in his element he is. Being a baker and co-owning a bakery, you would think that Bucky would take a break from it all. Nope! He loves it.
“It’s my own kind of therapy, ya know?” he once said to you.
You giggle when Bucky starts swaying to the music and you set down your knife. Walking over to hug Bucky from behind, hands resting below his belly, “I love you,” you murmur, cheek pressing against his back.
He pats your hands with his and replies, “I love you too, honey.” He pulls you from behind him so he could press a loving kiss to your lips, “I’ll never get tired of your lips.”
“Back at ya, handsome,” you wink at him and peck his lips once more before moving back to the fruit you were cutting.
Twenty minutes later, you and Bucky are sitting on the couch devouring the breakfast you made together. The music is still playing, but there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. You’re sitting at opposite ends of the couch facing one another as you eat.
You look up to see Bucky holding a blueberry up. You grin and open your mouth. He tosses it but it ends up hitting your nose. Your nose scrunches up as you laugh, “You missed!”
“Sorry! Lemme try again!” He takes another blueberry and you tilt your head back, mouth wide open, “Stay still for me, okay, babydoll?” he lightly tosses it and he makes it into your mouth.
You both throw your arms in the air cheering for Bucky’s victory. The cheers fall into boisterous laughter and giggles.
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You’re laying on Bucky’s side. Your fingers are dancing around his stomach giving him goosebumps. You sit up and look at him, “Let’s go on a picnic.”
“Now?” You nod and Bucky snorts, “Baby, we just ate.”
“We don’t have to pack anything heavy. Maybe some light sandwiches and snacks? Pleeeeeaaase?” you straddle his legs and look down at him, batting your lashes.
He sighs and taps your thighs, “Alright. Go get ready. I’ll pack the basket.”
“YAY!” you bend down and kiss his nose, “Thank you!” and you clamber off him, rushing to the bedroom to change.
While you’re changing, Bucky makes your favorite sandwich and his own. He also packs the leftover fruit from your late breakfast as well as some cookies, veggies, and a bag of chips. Two water bottles and a picnic blanket later, the basket is packed and ready.
You come out wearing a floral top and jeans that hug your ass well, “I’m ready! I set an outfit for you on the bed.”
Bucky walks over to you, takes your hand, and twirls you around, “I got the prettiest gal in the entire world.”
You giggle and pat his chest, “And I got the most handsome fella. Now, hurry up and change!”
“Alright. Alright! I’m going!” he gives a light smack to your butt and you yelp, while he’s chuckling on his way to change.
You sigh blissfully as you and Bucky settle onto the grass in Central Park. The sun is still high in the sky and there’s people all over the park. You and Bucky plop onto the blanket and you curl into one another. His arm goes around your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder.
“It’s such a beautiful day. I’m glad I convinced you to do this.”
He snorts, “Doesn’t really take much convincing when it comes to you, honey, and you know that.”
You grin at him, “I got you wrapped around my finger, huh, Barnes?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he takes your hand and kisses it. He then intertwines his fingers with yours and you two just sit there, relishing in each other’s presence, and enjoying your weekend worry free.
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Aaaahhh look what arrived yesterday!! New and updated goodies and info to include with orders when they ship out! I’m far too fond of my old Ghosti icon with the Skyrim helmet to let him go completely, but he’s no longer on my business cards. Instead I’ve got my new VRD logo. I’m so happy with how these turned out, and I love the rounded corners on the business cards too :)
If you make a purchase on my Etsy and you’ve come from Tumblr or you found me through Tumblr, leave a note at the checkout (even something they just says ‘Tumblr!’) and I’ll make sure to include a free Ghosti sticker for you.
I reopen on Monday 17th January (tomorrow)
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