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study turned into fanart

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nanami mhm mhm yeah yes mhm mhm

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things i love about u ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

eren x reader

The rain tapped softly against the windows, filling the small apartment with a peaceful rhythm. The world outside was drenched in the gentle drizzle of a late evening, but inside, it was warm and quiet. You and Eren made sure to have days like these, where you could be lazy with him.

Eren lay stretched out on the couch, one arm around you, pulling you closer under the heavy blanket that draped over both of you. The dim light of a nearby lamp cast a soft glow over the room, painting everything in muted shades of amber.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His warmth seeped into you, wrapping you in a sense of calm that felt almost too perfect. The rain, his heartbeat, the occasional deep breath he took—it all blended together in a soothing harmony.

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. This moment was enough—just the two of you, lying together as the rest of the world faded into the background.

But tonight, there was something different about Eren. He was not usually this quiet, he seemed like he was lost in thought. You could feel it in the way his fingers brushed absentmindedly through your hair, the way his hand lingered on your back as though he didn’t want to let go.

After a long stretch of silence, his voice finally broke through the soft hum of the rain.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The question was quiet, almost hesitant, as though he was unsure of how the words would land. You looked up at him, slightly surprised but smiling. Eren wasn’t one to talk about his feelings openly. Most of the time, he showed them in small gestures—in the way he’d pull you closer in his sleep or the way he’d make sure to walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street.

But now, his green eyes were focused on you, his expression softer than you’d seen it in a long time.

“Someone is feeling sappy tonight” you teased lightly, as you nudged him gently with your elbow.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, but the seriousness in his gaze didn’t waver. He held you tighter, as if trying to find the right words. And then, he started to speak again, his voice deep but laced with a tenderness that tugged at your heart.

“I love the way you laugh,” he began. “Even when you’re trying to hide it, like when you’re nervous or embarrassed. It always makes me want to laugh too.”

You blinked, taken off guard by the sudden confession. He wasn’t done though.

“I love how you listen to me. Even when I’m not saying much. You just… you get me. You know when I need to talk and when I don’t.”

You had always felt that Eren found it hard to open up, and you’d never pushed him. But hearing this now, hearing him tell you how much he valued your quiet understanding, made your chest tighten with emotion.

“And I love how you remind me it’s okay to take a break,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns along your arm. “Even when I feel like I can’t stop. You know exactly when to pull me back before I push myself too far.”

His voice was soft, barely more than a whisper now, and you could see the vulnerability in his eyes. This was the side of Eren that very few people ever saw—the side that was raw and open, the side that didn’t always have the answers or the strength.

“And most of all,” he said, his voice faltering for a moment before he regained control, “I love how you make everything better, even when I didn’t know something was wrong. Just… you being here, with me… makes everything make sense.”

A lump formed in your throat as you listened to him pour out his heart, each word wrapping around you like a blanket of warmth. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you couldn’t stop the small, shaky breath that escaped you.

You reached up, cupping his cheek gently as you gazed at him, your eyes reflecting the emotions he’d stirred within you. “Eren…” you whispered, your voice trembling with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for.

His hand came up to cover yours, his grip firm yet tender. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a brief moment. “I’m not good at saying this kind of stuff,” he admitted with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. “But I need you to know… you’re everything to me. I don’t say it enough, but I love you. More than anything.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but they weren’t from sadness—they were from the overwhelming rush of love you felt for him.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke. “With all my heart, Eren.”

He shifted slightly, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping securely around you as though he never wanted to let go. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long moment as he breathed in your scent.

“I’m scared sometimes,” he confessed quietly, his breath warm against your hair. “Scared of losing you. Scared of the future. But when I’m with you… it doesn’t seem so scary. I know we’ll be okay.”

You closed your eyes, nuzzling into his chest as you held onto him tightly. “We will,” you promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Another silence fell between you, but this one was filled with a quiet understanding, a mutual trust that didn’t need words to be felt. The rain continued to fall outside, soft and steady, as the two of you lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Before you drifted off to sleep, you heard Eren’s voice one last time, a soft whisper against your hair.

“I’ll never stop loving you. Not even for a second.”

And with that, you both let the world fade away, content in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

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𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

a cozy night in

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heartstrings and hitching posts - part one

𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙧

things i love about u

[junimatcha]

a cozy night in ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

It’s late evening, and a gentle rain taps against the window as you sit curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. The kids were asleep, and you and your husband could finally relax after the chaos of the day. The warm glow of the fireplace casts a golden hue over the room, creating a perfect, intimate atmosphere. Nanami is in the kitchen, preparing a light snack for the two of you. You can hear the clinking of plates and the soft hum of his favorite classical music in the background.

He steps into the living room, tray in hand, with a couple of mugs of tea and slices of your favorite cake. You wondered when he had the time to go and get it for you. His calm, composed smile softens the moment he sees you waiting for him, his eyes filled with warmth that only you ever get to see. He sits beside you, setting the tray on the coffee table before turning his full attention to you.

Without a word, Nanami leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his usual reserved nature melting away in the comfort of your shared space. "How was your day?" he asks in his deep, soothing voice as he hands you a steaming mug.

You tell him about the small, mundane details of your day—things you wouldn’t bother to tell anyone else, but with him, it feels different. He listens intently, his hand gently resting on yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. Even the simplest conversation with him feels like a grounding force, his steady presence always keeping you balanced.

As you sip your tea, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm, talking about the little things and dreaming about the future. Nanami’s arm eventually finds its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. You lean into him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the quiet, reassuring hum of his heartbeat steadying you.

The rain outside provides a calming backdrop, filling the silence between your words. He runs his hand absentmindedly through your hair, his touch gentle and comforting.

“We need to do this more,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a hint of something rare—relaxation. You smile, feeling the weight of the world melt away in moments like these, knowing that you’ve carved out this peaceful space together. Your husband has been busy at work, so this was a rare slither of time you guys had together.

“I miss you,” resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and the safety that comes with being next to him. Nanami turns his head slightly and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry love, we should take a trip,” he murmurs, his usual serious tone giving way to something softer, more intimate. “Just you and me.”

Your heart swells, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. With Nanami by your side, everything feels right, even in the simplest of moments.

[junimatcha]

i have some much uni work but im gonna try to post smth today!!!

[junimatcha]

a cozy night in ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

It’s late evening, and a gentle rain taps against the window as you sit curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. The kids were asleep, and you and your husband could finally relax after the chaos of the day. The warm glow of the fireplace casts a golden hue over the room, creating a perfect, intimate atmosphere. Nanami is in the kitchen, preparing a light snack for the two of you. You can hear the clinking of plates and the soft hum of his favorite classical music in the background.

He steps into the living room, tray in hand, with a couple of mugs of tea and slices of your favorite cake. You wondered when he had the time to go and get it for you. His calm, composed smile softens the moment he sees you waiting for him, his eyes filled with warmth that only you ever get to see. He sits beside you, setting the tray on the coffee table before turning his full attention to you.

Without a word, Nanami leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his usual reserved nature melting away in the comfort of your shared space. "How was your day?" he asks in his deep, soothing voice as he hands you a steaming mug.

You tell him about the small, mundane details of your day—things you wouldn’t bother to tell anyone else, but with him, it feels different. He listens intently, his hand gently resting on yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. Even the simplest conversation with him feels like a grounding force, his steady presence always keeping you balanced.

As you sip your tea, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm, talking about the little things and dreaming about the future. Nanami’s arm eventually finds its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. You lean into him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the quiet, reassuring hum of his heartbeat steadying you.

The rain outside provides a calming backdrop, filling the silence between your words. He runs his hand absentmindedly through your hair, his touch gentle and comforting.

“We need to do this more,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a hint of something rare—relaxation. You smile, feeling the weight of the world melt away in moments like these, knowing that you’ve carved out this peaceful space together. Your husband has been busy at work, so this was a rare slither of time you guys had together.

“I miss you,” resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and the safety that comes with being next to him. Nanami turns his head slightly and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry love, we should take a trip,” he murmurs, his usual serious tone giving way to something softer, more intimate. “Just you and me.”

Your heart swells, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. With Nanami by your side, everything feels right, even in the simplest of moments.

[junimatcha]

Heartstrings and Hitching Posts - Part One

♡ warnings: none!!

♡ azriel x reader

♡ wanted to write something with cowboys in it

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The sun was blistering as you pulled your car to the side of the narrow, dirt-packed road, squinting against the horizon where nothing but dry fields stretched for miles. Steam hissed from under the hood, your engine sputtered one last dying breath, and you groaned in frustration. Of course, the car decided to die on the hottest day of the year, in the middle of nowhere. 

You pushed the door open, stepping out onto the dusty road and staring at the cloudless sky as if the universe might offer you an explanation. It didn’t. Your phone had no service, and the nearest town– Velaris Springs– was another twenty miles down the road. You were stranded.

“Perfect,” you muttered under your breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead. This trip to sell the property your aunt left you had already been a disaster, and now you couldn’t even get there. Just as you were contemplating whether you should start walking or wait for someone to drive by– a miracle out here in the country–you heard it.

The low rumble of an approaching vehicle. You turned around, the heat shimmering off the road, and spotted a truck coming down the road slowly.

As the truck neared, it slowed to a stop beside your car. The driver’s window rolled down, and there he was. A man in a beat-up truck, wearing a weathered Stetson that shaded his face. “Need some help?” His voice was rich and slow, each word drawn out with that unmistakable country twang. His eyes glanced at your car, then back at you, amusement clear on his face. 

“I’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, folding your arms across your chest in defense. “Just waiting for the car to… you know.. cool down.”

The man chuckled, leaning an elbow out the open window. “Looks more like you’re waitin’ for it to burst into flames. That thing’s been runnin’ hotter than a summer day in Texas.” You glanced at your car and back at him. He wasn’t wrong. “And you must be the local mechanic?”

“No, ma’am.” He smirked, turning off and stepping out the truck. The full sight of him only added to your growing exasperation. He was tall, broad-shouldered and clearly at home in the dusty, worn landscape. He tipped his hat back slighting, giving you a better look at his face– chiseled, with a five o’clock shadow that framed his grin just right. “But I reckon I know a thing or two about engines. Name’s Azriel. I work on the ranch just down the road.”

"Of course you do," you muttered, rolling your eyes. He was exactly what you expected from a small-town cowboy—too sure of himself and too good-looking for his own good. "Look, I just need to call a tow truck or something. Do you have any cell service?"

Azriel raised an eyebrow, glancing at your phone in your hand before shaking his head. "Out here? Good luck with that, darlin’. Ain’t no service for miles. But I could take a look, see if it’s somethin’ simple."

You hesitated, not exactly thrilled about accepting help from a man who clearly thought this was all very amusing. But what choice did you have? You sighed. "Fine. But no calling me ‘darlin’.’"

His grin widened. "Yes, ma’am."

Azriel walked over to the front of your car, taking his sweet time like he had all day. He leaned under the hood, wiping a hand across the back of his neck before glancing over at you. "You ain’t from around here, are ya?"

You crossed your arms again, feeling suddenly defensive. "What gave it away?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he tinkered with something inside the engine. "Well, for one, that car of yours is about as useful out here as a screen door on a submarine. And then there’s you."

"Me?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

"Yep." He glanced up from under the hood, his eyes dancing with that infuriating amusement again. "You’ve got that city-girl look about you—like you ain’t seen dirt before today."

You bristled, heat rising in your cheeks. "For your information, I’ve been to the country before."

"Oh yeah?" He straightened up, resting his hands on his hips. "And how’d that work out for ya?"

"It was... fine," you said, though even you didn’t believe yourself. You glanced away, trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to see right through you.

He chuckled again, a deep, rumbling sound that somehow managed to be both irritating and a little... charming. "Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t hold it against ya. We’re all a little out of our element sometimes."

You sighed. "I’m not staying. I’m just here to deal with the property my aunt left me and get back to the city. This whole... country life thing isn’t for me."

Azriel’s expression shifted slightly, something softer behind those teasing eyes. He nodded slowly, leaning back against your car. "That ol’ ranch of hers? You’re gonna sell it, then?"

"That’s the plan," you said, feeling a strange pang in your chest as you said the words out loud. You hadn’t thought much about the land itself—just the process of getting rid of it and moving on with your life. But now, with Azriel looking at you like that, you felt a little... guilty.

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful for a moment. Then, with a shrug, he pushed away from the car. "Well, reckon I could tow you back to my place, get you some water while I take a proper look at this ol’ girl."

You hesitated. Accepting help from this cowboy felt like admitting defeat, but what choice did you have? "I guess that’s my best option."

Azriel’s grin returned, wider this time. "See? You’re already learnin'."

You rolled your eyes, but despite yourself, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. He was going to be trouble—you could already tell.

But maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t such a bad thing.