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papersparrows · 1 year

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I'm on day 7 na of being sick.

Akala ko talaga ilang days lang siya tapos gagaling na ko pagkastart nitong week. Initially it really was more like a flu pero yun nga malala din sakit ng tiyan ko like di siya normal so maybe I caught something else. I found out na mejj maraming nagkakasakit lately at nakakuha ng parang flu din or similar viral infection.

After mawala-wala ng lagnat ko at ng sakit ng tiyan ko, akala ko gagaling na ko pero lumala pa dahil nagkaroon naman ako ng parang tonsillitis tapos combo pa ng sinusitis ko. May chronic sinusitis talaga ako and nagiging inflamed talaga siya pag may sakit or kahit may weather change lang. Hindi siya yung basta lang na nacocongest ilong ko. Sobrang struggle ko talaga to since forever ago pa. Bihira lang ako magkaroon ng normal na headache, laging sinus headache which is sobrang sakit at di basta bastang nawawala minsan need ko pa mag v*mit para lang mawala siya. Kaya rin siguro naging sobrang dependent ko sa coffee. Ginagawa ko siyang pantaboy ng headaches. At di ko rin kayang mabuhay nang walang vicks inhaler.

This week super sakit ng ilong ko lalo na sa nose bridge tapos laging nagdudugo :( sanay naman ako na may dugo talaga minsan pag nagpupunas ako ng tissue galing sa loob pa ng nose bridge ko. Kaso mejj napapadalas na siya lalo na ngayong may sakit ako laging nagdudugo ilong ko di na ata normal yan hahaha. Daming complications nangyayari sakin tuwing may sakit dahil lang nasasabayan ng sinusitis. Yung dapat na parang flu lang nagiging tonsillitis din at mas malala pa. Last time ganito din nangyari sakin, siguro mga December 2021 yun. December 5 ako nagstart magkasakit. After a few days lumala siya at parang nagclose na throat ko juskooo akala ko may allergic reaction ako to something. Nung nakapag checkup na yun nga tonsillitis na malala hahaha. It took me about 2 MONTHS para mag fully recover. Ang tagal kong walang boses. Gurl lumabas ako with my friend mga last week of January nag milk tea kami somewhere malapit TAPOS NAKULONG AKO SA BANYO HAHAHAHA. Yung banyo pa naman nila nasa labas ng tea place nandun sa may eskinita nila sa gilid katabi ng parang back kitchen nila na wala namang tao. Walang bintana yung banyo at super duper liit. WALANG SIGNAL and ang malala wala pa kong boses!!!!!!! Di ako maka sigaw HAHAHAHAHAH umiyak na ko promise at paglabas ko nag hyperventilate ako. Sa awa ng Diyos nakalusot isang text ko sa sister ko na nasa bahay at minessage niya yung friend na kasama ko na natrap ako sa banyo HAHAHAHHAHA. Comedy bwisit. Tawang-tawa siya paglabas ko. Di naman ako claustrophobic talaga pero ibang level yun kala ko mamamatay na ko dun. May pusa pang meow nang meow sa bubong habang dinadabog ko pinto at tinatry kong sumigaw. Siya lang nakakarinig sakin at kaboses pa niya si Louie ko akala ko tuloy kinukuha na ko ng langit HAHAHA. So ayun may bago akong trauma 💟 Ayoko nang maulit yun :((((

Ngayon worried ako na baka ganon ulit mangyari dahil nga may concert kaming aattendan ng friends ko sa March. Desperate na kong gumaling kaya kahapon nagpa-Grab na ko ng sarili kong groceries. Namili ako ng kimchi, onion leeks, frozen dumplings, pasta at pesto sauce, and kung ano pang kailangan ko na wala kaming stock. Gumawa ako ng noodles (chicken noodles ng Lucky Me yung base ko) na may garlic, kimchi, tofu, eggs, dumplings, gochujang, at onion leeks, and maliban sa ang sarap niya nafifeel ko na gumagaan pakiramdam ko pag kinakain ko to. Anything na garlicky + spicy+ something fermented (either kimchi or gochujang or both hehe) ay malaking tulong siya sakin pag feeling ko magkakasakit ako. So pro tip I guess? I would drink salabat pero di ako mahilig sa luya. And then nagluto din ako ng chicken pesto pasta for dinner dahil nagrequest din sakin sister ko na magluto. I think konting kembot na lang magaling na ko (hope I don't jinx it!) so I'm trying my best to take care of myself.

Stay hydrated kayong lahat, eat your vegetables, at mag vitamins kayo pls!! 🫶

#pix #food #diary

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saint-petah-the-good · 1 year

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Scream fanfic: randy x vampire femme gurl

(My writing will be shitty im dislexic ,anyone can take this idea just tag me pls)

I've asked writers on this platform to wright this but they have to do other shit so imma do it, badly 🤪 it's gonna have mistakes sowyyyy

Idk were to start mmmm...also randy perspective

We were all sitting by the fountain when Tatum came with a girl we didnt reconize...I'd had to be the new in town ,she was wearing a long red wine dress with flower patterns on it ,a black leather jacket ,doc martens and sunglasses .She had dark hair and very pale skin probably like snow white .

-guys this is julie

Everyone greeted her ,she was very shy and only responded with a little hi that you could barely hear .Stu was looking at her like he was preparing for a joke but tatum shuted him up.She decided to sit between me and tatum scooting closer to Tatum than next to me wich was normal since she didn't now me .We continued to talk when suddenly a black fancy car came and she stood up having to go ,excusing herself, tatum invited her to a party last minute and she left.

~dodod Dopod intermission or something bisch idk dodo this kney channel~

Night came and we were all at the party fucking around when tatum comes in again with Julie following behind this time she was wearing a simple short skirt black dress that really suited her and she wasn't wearing her sunglases so you could see her face better.She had big eyebrows that enhanced her big emerald eyes that looket like they were illuminating her hole face ,she really did look good .She was kinda akward since she didn't now were to sit or even stand in the room so she looket at me from afar with her piercing eyes and come to sit next to me on the couch

-you mind if I...

-OH no absolutely not

From even closer you could notice every detail about her, I really wanted to try to talk to her...

-So hummm...

(She turns around and looks at me )

You..hum..like movies?

-oh yes defenetly

-coolimintihorormovies

(She looket at me weirded out but laughed a little and smiled ,i probably sounded like a huge nerd)

-noice ,I prefer action movies or comedy, in terms of horor I'm more of a reader than a movie person...

-like what movie...yk the title

-umm...Lost boys...

-oh i loved that movie the music was soooo good i remember watching it as a kid and wanting to be the one of the frog brothers

-oh me quite the contrary i wanted to be marko i just loved his style aldo the frog brotheres were cute...

(My cheeks flushed,she liket an underated movies , idk why that just made her even more attractive and i probably wasn't fully lisening to her cause I was to busy looking at her cute expressions when she was explaining stuff... When suddenly stu interupted us and embarrassed me calling me a wimp and pointing out the fact i was looking at julie "lovingly" ,I just played it of with my akward laughing a little looking at the floor instead she gived him an awful serious stare that was clearly telling him to not interupt and shut up so he left kind of irritated and we continued to conversation were at that point she was really close I could smell her perfume that smelled like roses ,I think at that point I was really red because she was laughing at me sweetly with her unrisistable smile and she had to pink cheeks on her very delicate pale skin )

Idk what to write anymore so here you have it do what you will

#scream #randy meeks #randy meeks imagine #vampires #fanfic idea #idk man #f up #im mentally unwell #heheeh #pls read #randy meeks fanfic

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eatsbop · 1 year

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*Sends you normal anon hate*

uR bLoG SUXx...!!!!

Thank u gurl. For my next request pls send me 100000 dollars ❤

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fr-msfrh · 1 year

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Junoflo | Statues album - unboxing video

BGM : Yung Luchini / Bibi Interlude

Here u go as promised. I tried editing it on the clock app.

Ok storytime.

So I had the opportunity to attend Juno’s meet n greet & club show. The m&g session was kinda brief for the attendees were about 30 people. Met some fans who were really nice. I do agree when the other fans said sg needs more khh fans 😃.

Juno mentioned it was his first time in Singapore. He’s in the talks for the production of vinyls for the 222:am album 👀👀 /he better make it available to ship to sg lol bc whats the point then/ He is really chill & easy to talk to, down to earth. DJ Dwoo who came w him on this trip. He is so cute irl pls his ig dun do him justice. They had a fansign where he brought some statues album to give out to the fans. I brought my own copy which I had bought a few years back.

Just feel like the management for the m&g could’ve been better. The staff are not very engaging. Like there was a quick q&a session which fans can ask juno anything and they were just lookin at one another lol. Same thing happened during the mini game session; everyone was too shy to participate. The attendees are already so little, and most of them were shy/dun wanna interact much. Dun ask me why, idk either. Like juno is right in front of yr eyes like theres not even a security detail around him gurl im not evn joking. Ok mayb there was security but the fans were too well behaved, security wasnt needed tbh 😄

There could’ve been more activities planned for them e.g. radio show or podcast or youtube contents. There’s like 1 video <link> from the organiser summarising the whole 2 day event. I could spot my face a few times in it 🫣 my infp ass need 2 months to recover from all the interactions i did on those 2 days.

As for the club show, of course theres normal club bouncers & security staff. There were some local acts opening for him which I’m not very familiar with but they brought in the vibe. Juno’s set was fyeee 🔥🔥🔥 he did perf 1 unreleased song which ill post them if anyone wanna see/listen u can pm me here or anon inbox is open as well.

Dwoo’s set was littttt its got mixed with throwback songs which i fw so much. He was having sm fun evn overrun his set 😜😜. They hang ard until like 2.30 ish. My bestie got serenaded by juno bijjj if anyone has a recording of her /she wore a pink dress/ pls send it to me. I was too shoooook to move when it was happening lmao.

They were right behind us when we left the club. So my bestie & I just went to said our goodbyes to them. They are the sweetest i swearrrr 🥺🫶🏻

#junoflo #statues album #unboxing video #khh #khiphop #this is his only physical cd available..for now #my txt

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giuls233 · 2 years

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//mod : Hi!! I do have a request, how much do your commissions cost? As well as are there any rules/restrictions on what you will draw?

Heyyy!!!

Sorry it took me a while to answer, I’ve been so flipping busy man. My job is milking me dry💀💀 but yo gurl has gotta pay for school somehow😗✌️

But to answer your question, I actually don’t charge for the stuff I do.

I just do it for ✨fun✨and to make people ✨happy✨

All I really ask for in return is patience, cause there are sooooo many asks and I need to have the time and inspiration to do some too😅

I’ve had a few people message me for stuff personally because they wanted to pay, so like I let them, but nah, I don’t normally charge.

And my restrictions are more along the lines of I’m not gonna draw anything very “adult” or something. Like, lol i can’t take doing that stuff seriously. Like, i draw so cartoony that it makes me feel so weird if I were too😭😭

Maybe in the future if I do decide to make money off of this, it’ll be for stuff like that, lol.

But yeah, if you have something in mind you’d like me to draw, send it in buddy!! My hands are at your command (in a artsy way, pls don’t take that out of context🫶).

Hope you’re having a good day!!!

#💗💗💗💗💗

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raibebe · 2 years

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I WOULD NEVER GET TIRED OF TALKING ABOUT JENO SOKSKS

my gallery is all recording videos from today ahahah i'm a normal girl... mhmmm

also gurl... i'm getting intimidated by him. literally. for a while, i've been so intimidated by him pls 😭😭

I honestly have never been really intimidated by him 😂

He’s so soft and gentle? A baby. Tiny. I am keeping him in my pocket 🥰

#but also yes. i also have like 1.5k pictures and videos of him on my phone 😂😂#I am mentally stable I swear #rai’s mail #rai’s anons #jeno simps

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spearbj1 · 4 years

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abia line for @seungminhos‘ birthday ( ᐛ )و

#minho #seungmin #jeongin #createskz #stray kids #flash tw #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABIA <3333 #i had to research to figure out who abia line was so i hope i got it right ???#we havent interacted too much cause i suck asshole at talking to people but every time we do interact i'm blown away by your kindness #you always talk about getting called out n stuff but gurl called out for what #you're amazing #i love seeing you on my dash !! you're super funny and idk just very approachable <33 #anyway i hope you have a wonderful day i lov u!!#also pls ignore the quality in some of these .... i had to use 720 vids lol #+ the coloring bc i apparently don't know how to color anymore lol #so pls look at this on desktop ;-;#also i went for like hot cute normal for each person but it kinda turned more into just two cute and one hot ???? why am i like this #hope you like !!! and hope you have an amazing year luv !!!#ok now back to my regularly scheduled semi-hiatus LOL #oc

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fushigurro · 7 months

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🔥 share ur correct opinions!!! <3

OMG PLS 😭 idk if they’re correct, but…. i have ‘em!!!!

alright. buckle up i went a little insane over this

i cannot STAND when people think that their interpretation of a character is the almighty only correct one in the whole entire universe. like god made them a fucking blorbo prophet or whatever.

lemme start by saying that yes, we all want to believe that we know our faves well and that we’ve got good opinions on them! and it’s totally normal to enjoy your version and get attached to the way you see them! it just drives me up the fucking wall when some people get a big head about being the “authority” on certain characters (or ships/shows/anything in general). like please get a grip.

any piece of media is going to be interpreted different ways. and some people may be more objectively “correct” about certain things than others. but pretending like your personal version of a blorbo is THE version and not tolerating the fact that people have other takes is just… it makes me furious.

you don’t have to enjoy other people’s takes. you don’t have to agree with them or engage with them. but you should acknowledge that they exist and are valid in their own way. unless you have some certificate signed by Jesus Christ himself or the damn original creator of this media saying that you are the ordained spokesperson for said character, go touch grass. absorb vitamin D.

it can also become such a hive mind thing too. groups of people hype up this one individual so much that i think it creates some sort of power trip overall. like duh it’s totally normal to have a favorite writer and agree with someone on their takes and encourage them, but idk sometimes people be going to the extremes. i feel like it creates spaces where others can feel discouraged or uncomfortable about writing for a specific character or something because “what’s the point? obviously it’s not going to be as good as xyz or everyone will think i’m wrong, etc.”

and i’m being such a hater rn but the thing is that the interpretations from so many people who act like this are BIASED AS HELL LMFAO they be like “no one knows him like i know him i’m so scientifically objectively correct” and they’ve literally just projected a bunch of their own preferences onto them LOL GURL PLS!!! like if you wanna enjoy that version of them then go right ahead!!!! live your absolute best life!!!! but you ain’t the pope of the whole damn character so stop pretending like it!!!!

anyways i’m going on forever about this but like. yes it is fun to joke and be like “u don’t know him like i do 😩” but when you’re actually being serious… go home. you’re done. you’re done.

send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion

#letters.#moot: melk

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sapphireplums · 3 years

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𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 -𝟑-

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Description: When Bucky Barnes is captured by HYDRA, his life has one meaning: being a weapon. But what happens when HYDRA kidnaps a little girl for them to experiment on? Will he grow fond of the child? Or will he just ignore her and follow the orders of his handlers?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader / Child!reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, the murder of the stark's.

Word count: 1.6k

Author’s note: I genuinely apologize for the lack of updating this series, but here we are! Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Even though Y/n has been on many missions with her papa, she had a bad feeling about this one for some reason.

She couldn’t point it out, but she just knew.

Bucky kept his eyes focused, trying to find the car that he was supposed to assassinate.

He felt a cold gust of wind go over him, not even letting it bother him. The Winter Soldier saw that Y/n was shivering, so he put her closer into his flesh arm, hoping to keep her warm.

“Thank you, papa.”

“Of course, babydoll.”

Y/n started to feel sleepy, so she buried her head near the soldier's shoulder and cuddled as he put his right arm comfortably around her.

“Get some rest, my angel,” the Winter Soldier said in a soft, fatherly tone.

Y/n nodded her head and placed her head back in her father's shoulder

· 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

After what felt like minutes, Y/n was woken up abruptly by the sounds of the Winter Soldier's motorcycle revving.

“Papa, where are we going?” Y/n asked confused and tiredly.

“Don’t speak, doll,” the soldier said quietly and sternly.

He started to chase closely behind the car that drove in front of him.

He clipped the car and it started to swerve out of control until it finally hit a pole, clearly damaging the car and the people inside.

Y/n stared at the damaged car, seeing the two older people in it. Their faces had blood on them and Y/n’s heart slightly dropped at the sight of them. Blood was not really a part of Y/n’s forte and it made her slightly lightheaded.

The Winter Soldier got off of the motorbike, gently placing Y/n down on the seat. He walked up to the older man and grabbed him by his hair, making him wince in pain.

“Sergeant Barnes?” A hint of Bucky came back in the Winter Soldier’s mind, but that quickly faded away when he remembered what his mission was.

Extract. No witnesses.

The Winter Soldier repeatedly hit Howard Stark in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Y/n covered her eyes with her tiny feeble hands, hearing the cries of the people in front of her. The soldier started to go to the other side of the car, but this time, Y/n ran to his side pleadingly.

Кукла, что ты здесь делаешь? Вернитесь к байку.

Doll, what are you doing here? Go back to the bike.

Y/n shook her head no and proceeded to stay in her place. The soldier sighed and carried her back to the bike.

In his arms, Y/n turned to see the woman giving her a small smile. So small it was almost invisible.

Если я не завершу эту миссию, они причинят вред не только мне, но и тебе.

"If I don't complete this mission, they won't only hurt me, but you. I don't want that to happen."

“Don’t hurt her, papa.” The voice of Y/n made the Winter Soldier's heart drop, but he knew he had to complete his mission to please his handlers.

He placed Y/n back on the chair then went back to complete his mission, executing the couple swiftly and emotionlessly.

Grabbing the woman’s neck, the Winter Soldier killed her by asphyxiation.

He put the woman back in the car then went to the back trunk to grab a suitcase filled with over a dozen blue super-soldier serums.

He grabbed the suitcase then proceeded to strap it on the back of the bike, making a curious Y/n look at him.

The Winter Soldier looked at the child and smiled slightly which was something he rarely ever did, considering the life he has to go through, but Y/n made it more manageable for him.

“What are you looking at, papa?” Y/n smiled widely, admiring her father figure.

“Nothing, come on, let’s go.” Bucky put Y/n back on the bike and sped away back to the HYDRA base.

· 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Back at the HYDRA base, Y/n was shaking in fear and grabbed her father’s pant leg tightly, digging her dirty fingernails in it.

“Mission report.” Karpov stood in front of the soldier, glancing at him to get an answer. Y/n has always been scared of the man and the Winter Soldier noticed her body tensing up. He picked her up gently and buried her head in his shoulder, refraining Y/n from looking at Karpov any longer.

“Убит, свидетелей нет.“

“Killed, no witnesses.”

Karpov nodded his head in approval and then talked to the other doctors there to examine the Winter Soldier's arm, fixing any technical difficulties it had.

For the first time in a while, Y/n was able to feel some sort of peace as she was resting her head on the Winter Soldiers chest. Her heartbeat was starting to slow down peacefully, almost falling asleep.

The small child soon fell asleep on the Winter Soldier's chest not too long after, making him feel like a part of hope was still alive.

He wished that someday, and hopefully soon, he and Y/n were able to finally escape this hell hole.

But that was too much of a risk, knowing his handlers will kill him and worse, Y/n.

He cared too much to let this happen to his precious daughter.

One of the doctors that were working on the Winter Soldier’s arm, was about to pick up the sleeping child to let him examine any other cuts on his body. However, the Winter Soldier quickly noticed and swiftly grabbed the doctor's hand, refraining him any further from letting the stranger touch his daughter.

“Не трогай ее. Оставь ее там.”

“Do not touch her. Leave her there.”

Being notoriously frightened by the Winter Soldier, the doctor vigorously nodded his head and proceeded to leave the child on his chest.

The Winter Soldier turned his hard glare away from the doctor and once his eyes landed on Y/n, his mood immediately became brighter.

Smiling at his sleeping child, the Winter Soldier kissed Y/n’s head slightly, careful to not wake her up.

“Спи спокойно, мой ангел.”

“Sleep well, my angel.”

· 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞

After the moment back in 1991 where the Winter Soldier completed his mission, he and Y/n were pretty much immediately put back into cryo freeze.

For over 18 years, Y/n hasn't seen her papa, until now, where she felt the recognizable sensation of the fresh air flowing through her chamber as it opened.

Fluttering her eyes open, Y/n saw her father, fighting and breathing furiously as he took out several guards that were trying to calm him down.

"Где она?! Где мой ребенок ?! "

“Where is she?! Where’s my child?!”

Y/n ignored the doctors that were trying to help her down and immediately ran to her father.

“Papa! Papa! I’m here! I”m here!”

The Winter Soldier whipped his head, finally calming down at the voice of his daughter. Y/n jumped in the Winter Soldier's arms, immediately comforted by her father.

“I see your deep care for the child.” Y/n and the Winter Soldier turned their heads to the unfamiliar voice. Even though Y/n just met this man, she could tell he was not a good guy and he was higher in power.

The Winter Soldier stayed silent and attempted to hold his daughter tightly, protecting her at any costs.

“Sorry, let me introduce myself. I’m Alexander Pierce and I will be your new handler since Karpov is older and retired.” The Winter Soldier loosened his grip slightly on Y/n, but still firm enough to protect her, not fully trusting this man yet.

Pierce diverted his vision from the soldier to the little girl in his hands. He smiled devilishly, which made Y/n put her head back on her father's shoulders.

"Do you really take out the child to missions?" The Winter Soldier stared at the man for a while before nodding his head slightly. Pierce chucked darkly then went off to talk to the other HYDRA agents, leaving the pair alone in the eyes of the guards.

"Papa, do we have to kill other people?" The Winter Soldier looked at his daughter with slight sympathy before answering.

"Да, кукла."

"Yes, we do, doll."

Y/n just nodded her head, sad that other innocent people have to die just because HYDRA thought they were a threat.

"What if they-". Y/n started to make fighting and implosion motions with her hands, indicating that the Winter Soldier would have to get hurt during these missions.

"Не волнуйся, куколка, я сильнее этих людей."

"Don't worry, doll, I am stronger than those people."

Y/n knew her father was strong, but there were still times where she was petrified of the thought of the soldier dying. She just couldn't think of that thought.

On the other hand, the Winter Soldier mentally promised himself that he will stay alive and obey his orders, only for Y/n and to hopefully escape the hands of HYDRA one day.

The sound of dress shoes clicking on the hard cement floor grabbed the attention of the pair.

"Soldier, good news, you and your...pet have a new mission." The Winter Soldier wanted to rip the man's throat out for calling his daughter a 'pet', but that was suicide when they were in the hands of HYDRA.

Pierce handed the soldier a new file which he skimmed quickly due to his enhanced diligence. Curious about what the file read, Y/n slightly looked towards the files, not reading much except for the words 'nuclear' and 'engineer'.

"Assassinate the engineer. No witnesses." Closing the files, the soldier picked up his daughter, her hands caressing his neck, and started to walk to a room where they would get their gear to get ready for a mission.

Just another normal day of killing people, Y/n thought to herself. But little did the child know, a certain Russian red-head will change her life forever.

please like, comment, and reblog!!

𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

@tvckerlance @lozzypoz321 @princess-evans-addict @rebellious-desires @amelietheslut @captain-america-is-bae

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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#bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #bucky barnes x daughter #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #tfatws #winter soldier

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goldentsum · 4 years

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━ seeing their idol in real life

REQUEST: oh my— i am THINKING. i was reading your idol!reader thirst posts, and i started thinking about how some of the haikyuu boys took part in the olympics and the olympics always have a half-time type of musical performance.. how would the boys react to seeing their idol crush in person o.O

🎕 asked by: nonnie 🎕

CHARACTERS: bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyo, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi, yaku morisuke, oikawa tooru, and iwaizumi hajime

GENRE: fluff, slight secondhand embarrassment

AUTHOR’S NOTE: BRUH THIS IS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE OMF-! the format is different though so i hope that’s okay! <3

THE ONE WHO SCREAMS THE MOMENT THEY SEE YOU AS YOU STEP ON STAGE: BOKUTO

￫ please, the whole stadium was screaming but bokuto’s scream is by far the loudest and the one who you will hear above everything else.

￫ he’s just so proud as you perform and bokuto will sing along with you so loudly that his teammates are lowkey embarrassed to be with him omg

￫ HE EVEN KNOWS THE DANCE STEPS PLS! HE WILL DANCE WITH YOU IN THE CORNER WITH A WIDE GRIN ON HIS LIPS

bokuto: [dancing in the dark on the corner]

tsum: wtf did i just witnessed

￫ he’s not even embarrassed. not one bit. that’s how much he loves you

￫ BUT he doesn’t know how to talk to you. he will literally just stare at you with wide eyes and a massive blush on his face. his teammates will take charge and tell you that he likes you!

￫ if you ever give him you’re number, HE WILL OGLE AT IT FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT AND COO ENDEARINGLY

GAPES IN AWE AS THEY FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA PUKE WITH HOW NERVOUS THEY ARE: HINATA

￫ poor boy is so nervous to see you so close D:<

￫ hinata will watch in awe for your whole performance as he whisper the lyrics under his breath

￫ when you were going to the side, CLOSE TO THEIR SIDE, he was shaking and his face was CHERRY RED!

￫ AND WHEN YOU PASSED HIM TO EXIT, HE CAUGHT YOUR PERFUME AND HE WAS SHOOKTH! YOU SMELLED SO GOOD!

kags: what’s with the dumb look on your face?

hinata: [dazed]

kags: ... i think this dumbass isn’t breathing

yaku: wHAT

￫ when the team met you backstage of the stadium, HE REALLY THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA PUKE BECAUSE OF HOW NERVOUS HE WAS!

￫ hinata’s heart is beating a mile per second! and when your eyes met? rip hinata.

WILL TRY TO FLIRT WITH YOU BUT THEN WILL GET FLUSTERED AFTER YOU FLIRT BACK: ATSUMU, OIKAWA

￫ they are the epitome of

them: *flirts*

you: *flirts back*

them: 👁👄👁 ❗❗

you: well?

them: i didn’t think i’ll get this far tbh

￫ THEY WILL TURN SO AWKWARD! omg what have you done gurl D:

￫ atsumu will probably try to salvage what’s left of his confidence but it will turn more awkward than before so you’re just like: “omg why”

￫ atsumu’s so embarrassed and it’ll be worse if his brother is there! osamu will tease the fuck out of him!

￫ the poor older twin will get nightmares about it and will wake up in cold sweat (so dramatic ik)

samu: lol remember when you creeped out (y/n)

tsum: I DIDN’T CREEPED HER OUT!!

samu: yeah you did

￫ oikawa will remain as awkward as ever! I MEAN COME ON! you’re not like the other girls he flirted with! YOU’RE HIS LIGHT! HIS ANGEL! HIS EVERYTHING!!!

￫ iwaizumi will see this and try to help this hopeless idiot but will make it worse (PFT)

￫ oikawa got a hug tho so it’s a win! <3

tooru: (y/n) smelled really good and their hands are so soft

iwa: wtf you creep

tooru: (´；д；)

TRIES TO ACT SUBTLE BUT IS ACTUALLY SO OBVIOUS WITH THEIR STARING AND THE RED BLUSH ON THEIR FACE IS TOO EVIDENT TO BE IGNORED: KAGEYAMA, sakusa

￫ KAGEYAMA WILL TRY NOT TO BE OBVIOUS AS HE WATCH YOU BUT HIS EYES ARE LITERALLY SHINING

￫ he feels embarrassed when he remembers his thirst tweets about you omg! his face will erupt with the reddest hue you will ever see

￫ HIS SENTENCE ISN’T EVEN COHERENT AT ALL

kags: unff- kfnw-... likefn-!

hinata: are you dumb?

kags: YOU LITTLE SHIT-!

￫ kageyama will only go back to his normal self when hinata roasted him but will completely forget when you passed them and smiled AT HIM!!

￫ HE WILL TRY TO SMILE BACK BUT HIS SMILE LOOK SO STIFF that it’s oddly cute wtf D:

￫ NOW SAKUSA, he’s a stoic mofo. we all know that. BUT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU, IT JUST FLIES OUT OF THE WINDOW

￫ omiomi didn’t even consider that he will ever meet you so when he saw you in the stage for the intermission, HE WAS SHOOKTH!

￫ his blush will worsen when he sees your outfit. you just look so beautiful and so soft and clean D:

bokuto: OMIOMI ARE YOU SICK??

omi: [blush is gone in an instant] [scowls] no. get away from me.

￫ but when you met them backstage, he will try to get closer to you.. he also stands straight to separate him from the crowd and make you look at him

WILL ACT AS IF EVERYTHING IS NORMAL BUT INSIDE THEY’RE SCREAMING: IWAIZUMI, ushijima

￫ iwaizumi wants to appear stoic and manly in front of you, this cute bub D:

￫ you’re just so perfect in his eyes and he wants to make a GREAT impression

￫ BUT THE MOMENT YOU SMILED AT HIM, his stoic exterior cracks and his heart is putty!

iwa: yeah, i’m the trainer

you: oh wow! that’s so cool! [smiles]

iwa: ...i love you

you: what?

iwa: i said i love the color blue. your shirt, its pretty

￫ smooth iwa... smooth

￫ USHIJIMA IS THE EPITOME OF STOIC so him being flustered? ITS ONCE IN A BLUE MOON BUT ITS ALWAYS BECAUSE OF YOU

￫ you’re just so much smaller than him. he is a huge dude so everything about you was so small and pretty that it makes his heart ache

￫ despite his blank intimidating face, his heart is actually pounding super hard in his chest

￫ ushi just wants to pick you up and stare at you all day D:

ushi: ...cute

the team: did you say something, ushijima?

ushi: i said moo

the team:

THE ONE WHO WILL TRY TO IMPRESS YOU: YAKU

￫ YOU CAN’T TELL ME YAKU WON’T TRY TO IMPRESS YOU-! HE’S A LEO FFS!

￫ he just loves you so much D: you’re so talented and pretty and so so so kind. a total wife material

￫ in the court, he will try his best and try to impress you! the team will notice tbh

￫ when you met them, you congratulate them for the win and you praised him! HIM! YAKU!

￫ HIS HEART WILL MELT! you just sound so genuine and the lovely smile on your pink lips was making it hard to breath D:

you: you all did great! yaku-san, you looked really cool out there!

yaku: i-i.. um.. thank you, (y/n)-san

￫ HE CAN’T BELIEVE HE SAID YOUR NAME! yaku say your name all the time but this time it’s different. YOU’RE THERE WITH HIM AND YOU CAN HEAR HIM!

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Like Lipstick Stains On His Skin

SHIPS: Remile

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders

WARNING: Anxiety, references to heartbreak

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A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile Picani had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember.

The moment he had first laid eyes on Remy Sanders, his initial thought had been that that was the most attractive person he’d ever seen. And, after getting to know him better, Emile’s thoughts only solidified; Remy was funny and sarcastic, smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and casually flirty in a way that made Emile’s heart stop and pound and ache all at once.

And Emile’s feelings had only strengthened as they grew up together.

From awkward teenagers still figuring out their sexualities to adults with their own homes and jobs and independent lives, Remy and Emile had stayed friends through it all, sticking together like glue since they’d first met in middle school. They knew almost everything about each other, and they were best friends.

But that was just it – they were friends. Nothing more.

And Emile was... fine with that. He was fine.

He loved Remy. Loved, loved, loved Remy.

And, sure, it hurt when he was with Remy, but not really with Remy, not in the way Emile always wanted to be. It hurt to be around him and know that it would only ever be platonic, that his best friend would never love him back in quite the same he loved him.

But time spent with Remy was better than time spent with anyone or anything else. And Emile knew that Remy cared deeply for him, too.

Emile could take the heartache if it meant he never lost his best friend.

When Emile heard the knock on his front door, he immediately recognised it as Remy’s. He jumped up – perhaps a little too enthusiastically and excitedly, but the only person that could see him right now was himself, so there was nobody around to judge. He rushed over to the door and pulled it open. Remy’s eyes lit up when he saw Emile, and he grinned.

Emile would never admit aloud to the tremble of his heart in his chest at the expression on his best friend’s face, but he did immediately squish down the traitorous hope that emerged every time Remy looked at him like that. Which happened almost every time they saw each other.

“Hey, Remy! You’re here early,” Emile said.

“Hope that’s chill, babe. I was not watching the time.”

(Emile did his best to ignore the feelings that the use of the nickname ‘babe’ stirred up.)

Remy’s sunglasses were propped up on his head, as they often were, and his warm brown eyes were on display. He was wearing his signature black leather jacket, too, as he usually was, with a white crop-top – with the word ‘bitch’ across the front in block capitals – underneath, exposing his midriff.

It took effort for Emile to keep his eyes from drifting downwards.

“It’s fine, Remy,” Emile smiled, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on his best friend’s face. “You’re always welcome here, you know that.”

Remy laughed. “If you keep saying that, I’ll end up showing up here at 4am when I’m drunk.”

“Well, I would rather you came here than go somewhere else and get yourself hurt.”

“Even if that means I wake you up from whatever candy-coloured, cartoon-filled dreams you’re having?”

“Mhm!”

“Damn, gurl, you really are sweeter than sugar, huh? How the hell did someone like you end up being besties with someone like me?”

“Aww, Remy, I think you give yourself too little credit.”

Remy laughed again. “Nah, babes, I love myself. I’m just kinda an asshole sometimes.”

“Isn’t everyone sometimes?” Emile said.

“Not you, apparently. Come on, you’re basically an angel, like, 24/7 and I have legit no idea how you do it. You’ve got the patience of a saint and a smile that literally gives me toothache just looking at it. You’re downright adorable.”

Elation bubbled up in Emile’s heart, and those bubbles filled his chest and spilled over in the forms of happy giggles. He covered his smile with his hand, and practically melted on the spot at the soft, fond look that crossed Remy’s face for just a moment – almost unnoticeable, but Emile paid enough attention that he saw it – before being replaced with Remy’s usual grin.

“Do you want to come in?” Emile asked, still smiling.

“Sure.”

Emile stepped to the side, and Remy’s arm brushed against his own as he walked past him. He hoped the stuttered breath at the contact wasn’t obvious.

“I like the new tie,” Remy commented as Emile shut the door and turned to face him.

Emile perked up. “Oh, you noticed!”

“Course I did,” Remy said. “I’ve seen every tie you’ve got like a million times. I could tell that one was new basically as soon as you opened the door.”

“Aww, Remy... you’re great. The best friend a guy could have!”

Emile’s smile was soft, fond, and so, so caring, and – for just a moment – he could have sworn that Remy looked flustered to be the recipient of it: wide-eyed and as still as a statue. But then, the moment passed, and Remy’s expression smoothed over and returned to normal, and Emile was sure that he’d only imagined it.

“It’s nothing, babe,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “You noticed when I got that new skirt last week, even though it’s identical to my old one-”

“Your old one had a big hole in it! The new one didn’t.”

“Yeah, so I had to get a new one ‘cos it made my ass look great and I wasn’t ‘bout to give that shit up, you know? Ooh, and I especially love it paired with those heels that get everyone looking at my legs, ‘cos that combo makes me look fab AF.” Remy paused. “You know what, I think that’s kinda beside the point. Any-gay, you noticed ‘cos you’re cool like that, so me noticing your tie is, like, nothing.”

“Aww, Remy,” Emile reached forward, and poked Remy’s arm. “It’s not nothing, most people wouldn’t even be able to tell! You’re my best friend, and it makes me really, really happy that you notice these kinds of things.”

Remy’s expression softened. “Well, then I guess it makes it pretty special then, huh?”

Emile felt like screaming. Or kissing Remy. Or kissing Remy and then screaming.

(Though, really, if Emile ever got the chance to kiss Remy, he’d be too busy savouring it to even think of doing anything else. Too busy savouring the feeling of warm lips against his own, of Remy’s gentle hand against his cheek, of a chest pressed against his own, of being so close to the one person he wanted to be close to more than anything else in the world. But he never thought he’d ever get the chance.)

Emile stumbled over his words, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other as he fiddled with his hands. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, and wasn’t sure if he even could without losing control of his mouth and accidentally confessing his undying love for his best friend.

“Um...” he trailed off.

Remy laughed awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair and glancing away.

“So, uh... what did- what did your patients think of your new tie?”

“Oh!” Emile perked up again, at once both disappointed and relieved by the return to the original topic of conversation. “Yeah, two of them complimented it. And someone said the red was a nice change from the usual pastels, so I think it was a big hit!”

He smiled, and Remy immediately smiled back.

“Nice.”

“I think the pink tie’s still my favourite, though.”

“Mine, too. It’s a classic Emile colour.”

Emile laughed. “There are classic Emile colours?”

“Sure, there are! You’ve got your baby pink, baby blue and, you know,” Remy reached out, tugging gently on Emile’s cardigan sleeve. “You’ve got your cardigan-colour. I’ve, like, barely ever seen you without this thing. How many of these do you have? Like, a hundred?”

Emile giggled again, covering his mouth with his hand. “I have two. And they’re both a little different!”

“Right, right,” Remy nodded. “One’s, like, a little bigger.”

“Mhm! And this one’s a bit softer.”

Remy nodded again, slowly and with an amused tint to his smile. “So, are we gonna, like, move, or are we gonna stand in your hallway forever?”

“Oh, right!” Emile said, like he’d only just remembered that they were still stood at his front door.

He moved past Remy, gesturing for his friend to follow as he went into the next room and sat down on the couch. Remy immediately flopped onto it beside him, getting comfortable on the soft, squishy cushions. He leant back lazily and stretched.

“Ooh,” Remy finally said, straightening up. “I bought a new lipstick yesterday!”

“Ooh, what colour?”

“It’s, like, pink. It matches the shoes I bought last week, and it makes me look killer. I’m gonna get all the guys’ eyes on me, so it sucks that I can’t wear it when I’m, like, actually looking to kiss strangers, you know?”

Emile ignored the pang of pain in his heart, and did his best to smile encouragingly.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned,” he said. “I- I bet you look great in it. And it- it's a shame you can’t wear it when you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tempted to, you know, but, like, if I’m wearing lipstick, then I won’t know if any marks my lips make are ‘cos of my lipstick or ‘cos of soulmate shit, right?” Remy continued, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “And, like, what’s the pointing of making out with people if I can’t also know if they’re my soulmate?”

“Right.”

“So, I can only wear lipstick when I’m not looking for people to kiss. Sucks, but it’s gotta be done.”

Emile nodded slowly. Then, he paused, and his brow creased in thought.

“You don’t usually wear lipstick when you’re with me,” he said. “Even when we’re going out and it’s just us, no- no kissing strangers involved. How come?”

Remy froze in place.

“Uh...”

Emile blinked at him. He tilted his head questioningly. “Hmm?”

He could practically see the cogs turning in Remy’s head, while he searched for an answer that he obviously did not have or did not want to share. He looked... flustered, in a way that Emile had almost never seen him before – opening and closing his mouth a few times – and Emile just couldn’t seem to figure out why.

Remy and Emile just stared at each other, neither knowing quite what to say to the other. Emile was confused, not wanting to speak up at the risk of interrupting whatever Remy wanted to say. He also absolutely would not let his mind wander to the any possibilities that would fill him with hope.

A crushed hope was definitely not something Emile wanted to deal with, not right now.

Remy cleared his throat. He swallowed.

“Um- there’s...” he then huffed, looking down at his lap and running his fingers through his hair. He let out an awkward laugh, and then looked back up at Emile. “I... okay,” he sighed. “There’s something I think I should probs tell you.”

Emile stared at him, blinking. “What is it?” He asked.

“It, uh...” Remy sighed again. “I have no idea how you’d react to this. The thing I want to tell you... it could probs mess up our friendship.”

“Remy...” Emile said softly. “You’re my best friend. You can tell me anything, and I promise you this won’t mess anything up, okay?”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”

“I don’t need to. I know you.” Emile leant forward slightly, giving Remy his best attempt at a soft, reassuring smile.

Remy stared at Emile for a second. Then he laughed again, a strange mix of awkwardness and nervousness and with a hint of slight joy, too – with a confusing, even a little alarming, effect. His eyes never left Emile’s smile.

“Jeez, babe. How are you making this so much harder but so much easier at, like, the same time?”

Emile blinked. “Um... is that good?”

“Dunno. But...” Remy took a deep breath. He clenched his hands into fists, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before he turned back to Emile. “Okay... wow, I’ve wanted to tell you this for forever, but, like, fuck, this is terrifying.”

Emile’s expression creased with concern. He reached forward, looking him over worriedly, and rested his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“Remy, are you okay? You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he frowned slightly.

“No, I- I want to tell you. God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about telling you about my feelings.”

Feelings. Feelings, feelings, feelings.

Did that mean what Emile thought it meant?

The hope rose up, though he tried so hard to squash it down, but it was like trying to fit something large in a container too small and he could hardly keep it from filling up and overwhelming him. His breath stuttered, and he was sure he tensed up and froze in place for a moment, before he finally regained his composure and physically relaxed.

“Feelings?” He asked, in a voice slightly more strangled than before. “What feelings?”

Remy let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that’s- that’s what I’ve gotta talk to you about. My- my feelings... for you.” He took another deep breath. “I... I love you, Em.”

“I love you, too,” Emile answered back immediately. “Haven’t we said this before?”

They had. The two best friends had been friends for so long: exchanging ‘I love you’s was practically part of their routine, by now.

But it had always been platonic, at least from Remy’s side.

Right?

“We- we have...” Remy said slowly. “But that’s not what I meant. I love you. Like, love love. Like the head over heels in love kind. The- the I can never stop thinking ‘bout you kind. The, fuck, you’re so gorgeous kind. The kind that means I’m, like, basically always thinking about you and about kissing you and about how, wow, you’re- you’re just amazing. I mean, damn, I know last week when I told you that you’re my favourite person, I kinda said it like a joke, but I meant it. I like really, really meant it.”

When Remy realised that he was rambling, he clamped his hand over his mouth, like it was the only way to get the words – the pretty, pretty words that had set Emile’s heart aflutter – to stop tumbling out.

Emile was frozen.

He stared, wide-eyed at his best friend.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say, in a strangled voice.

He was sure that his face was already bright red.

“Great.” Remy sighed, removing his palm from his mouth and burying his face in his hands. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?” He mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “I- I know you don’t feel the same way, babe, and it’s fine. It’s totally, totally fine. I’m happy just being friends with you, ‘kay? You- you don’t have to return anything. It’s- it’s whatever. It’s chill.”

Emile’s brain had broken. He could hardly think anything other than the words ‘Remy’ and ‘love’ just over and over on repeat.

Instead of saying anything in response to that – as he wasn’t even sure if he could – he just suddenly burst into nervous, delighted laugher. Emile was sure he sounded like he was crazy, especially when Remy turned to him with a bewildered expression.

“Did- did you really mean that?” Emile asked when he could finally collect his thoughts enough to speak, which took slightly longer than he would have liked it to.

Remy blinked. Then, his expression softened.

“Of course, I did,” he said. “I’d never lie to you about something like this, Em.”

“So, you... you really mean it?” Emile asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Remy said. He hesitated for a moment, before nervously adding: “Do you- I mean, is it-”

“I love you, too.”

There was a beat.

Remy stared back at him, wide-eyed. The moment of silence was somehow simultaneously nerve-racking and also soft and so, so exciting, because, oh my gosh, Remy loved him. Remy loved him, he loved him, he loved him!

Love! Love! Love!

And, oh, heavens above, Emile was about to start wiggling excitedly because, gosh, he really, really just had to kiss Remy, right now. And maybe – maybe, maybe, maybe – Remy would say yes if he asked.

Emile let out another giggle, covering his mouth with his hand.

“You... you do?” Remy asked, eyes wide and hopeful, and Emile was suddenly glad that the sunglasses were propped up on his head, as his expression was always much easier to read that way.

“Yeah,” Emile responded, equally soft. “I really, really do.”

“Wow. Just- just wow.”

Emile reached forward, impulsively cupping Remy’s cheek with his hand, and Remy froze. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Oh, gosh- sorry,” Emile apologised. “I should’ve asked-”

He moved to take his hand away, but was stopped by Remy covering Emile’s hand with his own.

“You’re good- you're- yes. Yes.”

And, well, that was exactly the answer that Emile had wanted to hear.

He leant forward, and finally – finally! – did the thing he’d most wanted to do for years. Years. Since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Remy, he’d thought about it.

He kissed Remy.

Softly. Carefully. Holding Remy’s face so delicately like he was holding something precious.

And the way Remy was kissing him back...

Emile had seen Remy kiss people before – strangers, friends – and he’d always kissed them like he was doing it for fun, not love. He’d never seen Remy kiss anyone as gently as Remy was kissing him, right now.

Bubbles of delight and fireworks of excitement were going off in Emile’s heart and his mind.

He sighed happily into the kiss, and he could suddenly feel Remy smile against his lips.

Emile broke the kiss with another delighted giggle and Remy couldn’t help but just start laughing with him, too. And, of course, that just made Emile’s giggles louder and more enthusiastic.

He was so focused on the laughing and the delighted feeling in his chest from the fact that he had just kissed Remy, that Emile didn’t immediately notice that Remy’s lips were suddenly pink – a light, pastel pink that certainly hadn’t been there before.

And, in fact, it was Remy who halted the laughter first, by freezing in place and staring – yet again wide-eyed – at Emile’s own lips.

Emile paused, and tilted his head in confusion.

“Remy?”

Remy opened and closed his mouth a few times, never taking his eyes off of Emile’s lips.

“Em... your- your lips.”

Emile blinked. He reached a hand up to his own lips, and swiped a finger across them. He then looked back down at his hand, and found nothing – no blood, no anything.

He paused, and then turned his head to look at the mirror that hung on an opposite wall.

His eyes landed on his reflection, and he finally noticed that there was a smear of shiny silver across his lips that definitely, definitely hadn’t been there before.

Emile sucked in a breath as Remy turned his head to look into the mirror, and he realised that Remy’s lips were now a lipstick-like pink, when he certainly hadn’t been wearing any just before the pair had kissed.

“We’re-” Remy started.

“Oh,” Emile breathed.

“Oh,” Remy echoed.

They turned their heads to stare at each other, equally wide-eyed and shocked and excited.

Soulmates.

They were soulmates.

And then Remy surged forward, and kissed Emile again.

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