#slice of life

[luumiinaa]

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

kim sunwoo x gn!reader

0.8k words, fluff, one swear word?

a/n: jesus take the wheel omg pls go into tags

Eric yawned as he stepped out of his room and into the main living space of his and Kim Sunwoo's shared apartment. He stopped short, eyes blinking away sleep, as his vision cleared to see you seated on the couch, nose buried in a book. Seeing you in the apartment was not a strange case since you were Sunwoo's partner, but the strange thing was what you were wearing. Eric noticed it immediately as Sunwoo's prized gray hoodie, the material practically swallowing you up.

Eric's eyes widened, even as he stepped into the room in a confused daze.

You sensed his presence and glanced up. "'Sup Eric."

He mumbled a greeting, "Hey…" He slowly made his way over to the single armchair adjacent to you, head cocked and eyes still pinned to the sweatshirt. It was just so…

"Uhm Eric?"

"Mhm?"

You chuckled, marking your book and letting it lay in your lap. "Is there something wrong?"

Eric shook his head, sitting up properly. "Oh," he stammered, "nothing, just… is that Sunwoo's hoodie?"

You pinched the material in your hands and snapped it against you. "This? Yeah, he just kind of threw it at my face on his way out to get stuff from the store."

Eric's eyes shot wide open again. "He just—gave it to you?"

"Yeah, is that supposed to be weird, dude?"

"Dude." He rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air, his palms slapping against his thighs as they came back down. "He gave you his hoodie. That's practically a proposal in Sunwoo's language."

His comment made you flush and you shrunk down beneath the collar of the hoodie like you were hiding the smile crawling onto your face. "You're being dramatic; it's not that deep," you said, even though your heart had skipped a beat at the thought of Sunwoo feeling so strongly about you. You'd known that his hoodie was a prized possession, but you hadn't wanted to over think it earlier when he literally just chucked it at you and said to "wear it if you want".

Of course you were gonna wear it. What kind of fool would you be if you didn't take the opportunity?

Eric huffed. He stood up from his seat to head into the kitchen to no doubt make himself ramen. "Fine, okay! If you don't trust me, just ask him yourself."

It was a little less than half an hour later that the front door to the apartment opened, revealing Sunwoo and his couple bags of groceries. Eric had retreated back into his room by now, but you had resumed reading your book in the comfort of Sunwoo's hoodie. (Because it wasn't as big a deal as Eric was making it, right? Right. Totally.)

His dark hair, slightly wavy from his last perm a while ago, hung in his eyes, his pink lips pouty as he dragged the bags into the kitchen and onto the counter. "Baaaaabe! Yn-ie, are you still here?"

You snorted. "Why would I be gone, dumbass?"

He came in with his head ducked, checking his phone, slippers shuffling against the floor. "Dunno. Maybe you forgot you had work or something."

"You didn't see my shoes by the door?" You asked, a smirk curling at your lips.

Sunwoo's mouth broke into a smile, then he finally glanced up.

Sometimes, he wondered how you could look so perfect just sitting there like that in his clothes. For a second, he let himself snap about five hundred mental screenshots of you in his hoodie—but just for good measure...

Click!

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

Click! Click! Click—! (He really should've had his volume off, huh.)

Sunwoo pursed his lips with a sheepish laugh as he walked over and crashed onto the cushion next to you. "No, I took like, ten."

You feigned a gasp, diving for his phone. "Aye! I better look good in those or you're trashing all of them!"

He yelled when your fingers grazed over the screen, and he stretched his arm out as far away as possible, even as you climbed over him to grab it. "Yah! No, they're mine now! You can't take them away from me!"

"They are literally my face, Kim Sunwoo!"

Sunwoo wrapped his arms around you and hugged you firmly to him to stop you from squirming anymore. "You look good; I promise," he lamented. You were now positioned sideways on his lap, loosely hugging his upper body while he snuggled into your lower half. "I couldn't help myself seeing you wear this."

You let out a breathy little laugh, cheek pressed against the top of his head and your fingers playing with his hair. "You gave it to me."

"I know."

"Eric said it's important to you."

"You're important to me."

Your heart stuttered at that comment and you couldn't quite find the right words to say, all of a sudden. "Well," you said softly, quietly. "You're very important to me, too, Sunwoo."

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Series: Papa Told Me Artist: Haruno Nanae Publication: Cocohana (01/2016) Details: 2016 Cocohana Calendar (December) Source: Scanned from my personal collection

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[luumiinaa]

life do be bittersweet 😩

serene (it’s what i hope for me) ➵ eric sohn

non-idol!eric sohn x reader

you should’ve known that eric wouldn’t be the one.

genre/warnings ➵ angst no happy ending, exes au, gender neutral reader, unedited, lowercase intended, shift between past and present to represent waves (hence the italics), the chilling realization of your suspicions always being right

word count ➵ 845 words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel @stealanity @deobi0412 @blue-rainydays @maessseongs

playlist ➵ california and me by laufey // you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers

a/n ➵ on my period and in my eric feelings :’) inspired by “california and me” by laufey. please listen to it! it genuinely resembles the feeling of ocean waves, hence the constant shift between past and present :3 and no, the ocean waves pics have no relation to this fic i just love ghibli aesthetics for the banner. i hope you all like this drabble! don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback!

it’s not summer where you are, but you stand where the season lives; sand in between toes, sea meets the shore. you bask in the sunlight as you look at the expanse of blue while the breeze comes and goes.

it’s serene here, beautiful—but it’s lonely; not a single sight of another person here to appreciate where summer continues to live amidst all seasons.

“i’m sorry.” those are the words that first leave eric’s mouth once you two arrive at the han river, the first words to confirm your suspicions of tonight.

you hold your breath. “w—what?”

“i know, i—”

“did i do something wrong?��� your glossy eyes shine like stars under the moonlight; you almost hope they’re enough for eric to take those words back.

“no, no!” he attempts to reassure you but they’re meaningless after what he told you. “it’s not your fault. nothing is your fault.”

seagulls flap their wings, croaking out sounds of their whereabouts, finding their flock they may have been separated from. as you hear a similar sound in the distance, you watch the flock rush off.

the ocean runs to kiss the land every time it has to go, regardless of how long the two are kept away from each other. the deep blue rushes to bathe the pale cream, reassuring they will always return.

and while the beach is heaven on earth, you grow bitter. surrounded by instances of one coming back—choosing to reunite with the other—you wonder if that’ll ever happen to you.

“i—i could call you every night, or morning! maybe i can—”

“y/n, no,” he cuts you off. “we talked about this before, remember? we can’t do long distance, we’ve always hated it.”

your lips tremble. “you don’t even want to try?”

silence settles between you two.

“i would try to make it work for us, but you wouldn’t?”

a sigh leaves him. his hand reaches to rub his temple. “but it wouldn’t be fair to us.”

your phone rings. you look at it to see your best friend calling, so you answer it, putting it against your ear.

“y/n, i have to tell you something.”

a chuckle leaves you. “i know.”

“huh? but how? he only posted that picture an hour ago,” chanhee points out. “do you still follow his instagram?”

you only hum in disagreement.

“did you check his profile again?”

as you look down at your feet that’s consumed by the sand, a sigh leaves you.

“i thought we agreed to not look at his socials anymore! do we need to talk—”

“no, chanhee,” you cut him off. “i didn’t look at any of his accounts.”

“then how do you know? you knew exactly what i was referring to. how?”

you close your eyes, letting the heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze consume you whole. “i just know.”

you look away from eric, allowing your eyes to take in the sight of the river stream continuously flow as it reflects the luminescence of korea—city lights and stars all together.

such a beautiful sight, but such a shame that it’s been soiled by his words.

“you’re right,” you find yourself saying. “we’ve talked about it before, we could never survive in a long distance relationship.”

you look back at eric. his go-to smile and the sparks in his eyes��all vanished in one night.

“i just wish we could.”

“i know. i do, too.”

your eyes peel open, greeted by the sight of the serene once more. you wish it could stay like this—tranquil, lasting.

“i hope you’re okay,” chanhee says on the other line. “i’m sorry that this is happening.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i’ll be okay.” it sounds convincing to you but not to your best friend. “i’ll call you later, okay?”

he hums for a moment. “okay, i’m here for you.”

you drop the call. you stare at your home screen for a moment until you decide to open up instagram.

you shouldn’t be doing this, especially after chanhee’s reminder, but your best friend's words have cracked the dam that held the water from pouring out.

you type his user like a password—discreetly, one you still know by heart.

in a matter of seconds, you see his profile pop up as a top suggestion. your thumb hovers over it, unsure if you should proceed or save yourself from reality. but you remember that it won’t change anything—nothing will change if you decide to look or not.

so you click on his profile, and your eyes land on the most recent post. from the preview in his profile grid, you already know that you were right. a bitter smile settles on your lips.

you shut your phone close and shove it into your pocket. your eyes land back to the ocean, glossy once more like that one night. it’s still a beautiful sight, but it’s a shame that it’s been soiled by one post.

in the same way the waves come and go, he always goes back to her.

[gregorovitch-adler]

Snowed In

I write this piece of document as 221 Baker Street gets covered in a blanket of snow, as the last month of the year dies.

Holmes and I are both comfortably seated in our armchairs beside the fireplace with thick, warm blankets draped around us.

Writing this document like this is somewhat challenging, to be honest. I carry on with it anyway.

A lit cigar rests between the long and thin lips of my companion.

Holmes' eyes are closed, and all the fine lines on his face have momentarily smoothed out. He looks as though he just left all the problems and worry in the world outside of this room - or even outside of this flat - before stepping in.

A rare sight indeed.

Somehow, all of his carefree energy and attitude - no matter how temporary it is - transfers into me.

I sit back in my chair and let all the heat of the flames coming from the fireplace thoroughly warm me up. A smile slowly spreads across my face of its own accord.

I decide to set aside my piece of paper and try to live in the moment, promising myself to continue with this unfinished document later.

I close my eyes.

Deep down, I do not wish this particular evening to ever come to an end.

***

Prompt: Snowed In by @fluff-cember

Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @jamielovesjam @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @calaisreno @nowiamcoveredinyou

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English friend: What's your favourite Christmas song :D

Me: Probably Carol of the Bells. What's Christmas without a little haunting ambiance lol

English friend: 😟

[greaserink]

My boss just said to me "who's your daddy", and frankly I have n o idea how to move on after that what

[mangadore]

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Comic #2,533! Noticing my child doing things right and thanking them for it has been the most rewarding thing in parenting for me. ♥️

[luumiinaa]

*plays gwenchanna as the bgm* 😂

[𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟓𝐀𝐌] — mark lee x reader

0.2k words, just fluff, maybe a little secondhand embarrassment

"Hey! Excuse me!" 

You tugged your earbud out of your ear, turning back over your shoulder to find a man jogging over toward you. He looked about your age, and he had a shy, boyish smile with a reddened nose from the cold. He was cute. 

He stopped in front of you, waving around a familiar silver key. "I think you dropped this."

You cursed; that was your apartment key. "Oh my god, thank you so much!" 

"I'll, um," he smiled bashfully, cupping the nape of his neck, "trade you."

"Sorry?" Trade him for what? Your own house key? He was cute, but not that—

"I mean, I'll trade you this key for the key to my heart back. Y'know… since you stole my heart." 

There was a moment of silence between you two where you looked upon him with amused eyes, trying very hard not to laugh. Okay, you had to admit, that was quite cute. But the longer it took for you to respond, the redder his face became in embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, that was really bad!" He stammered, wincing. "Can we—can I start over?"

"Sure," you said. You smiled, hoping that it would encourage him. 

"Hi, I'm Mark," he placed the key in the palm of your hand, "and I think you dropped this."

You closed your fingers around the key and tucked it away. "Hi Mark, I'm Yn." You couldn't help but add, "Can I buy you a coffee as thanks?"

Mark blinked, eyes wide in surprise. He beamed with the light of a thousand suns. You giggled under your breath at how cute he was. "Yeah, I'd really like that."

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When your boyfriend works the graveyard shift, so you join with noodles and crossword puzzles

this is a redraw of an old pic and it really was a fun and nice challenge

And I love that it shows how my lineart improved, as well as my understanding of colors and perspective.

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🏖Sometimes we need a holiday 🌊

[belzebubsofficial]

Long time no comic! 🤘 There’s a lot buffered up, though, just need to find the time to translate and edit them… 😅

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[externalmemorycomic]

In honour of webcomic day, here's one of my favourite longer comics I've made, called "the worst ice cream in town". As always, you can find many more comics on my patreon, which is linked in my pinned post.

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My fave coworker and I are normal