#twirling my hair n giggling n kicking my hair

[kangtaehyunzzz]

this is so cute stop :(((( he’s so adorable i’m gonna melt

NATION'S FIRST LOVE

pairing: choi soobin x reader

word count: 478 words

synopsis: random bf soobin headcanons

content: idol au! soobin, established relationship, lowercase intended, nothing but soob being a sweet bf to you

note: there's something about soobin being called the nation's first love and it drives me insane because it's so true and accurate because who wouldn't fall in love with choi soobin? I could go on forever. It needs to be talked about how soob fits that title so much. I also wrote this because I've been missing soob and I'm delulu for him.

soobin, who, distracted by his own thoughts, will always have his eyes on you while you're doing something else only to realize that he's staring seconds later then bashfully avoid your gaze to hide the blush while turning away. he didn't mean to stare at you for so long, but he finds the way you sway your body to the song you're humming utterly adorable.

soobin, who every morning has his hold on you, his touch as gentle as a robin's eggs hatching in spring; deft hands stroking your skin— careful and slow, sliding down your waist like the curve of sunrise. greeting you with a warm smile that thaws out the cold from last night.

soobin, who makes freshly baked cinnamon pastries drizzled with sugar along with warm tea left by your bedside. he waits for you to wake up and watch you take a bite, hoping that you'll like the taste. he isn't a cook, but for you, he tries.

soobin, who holds your hand whenever you walk together on a sidewalk to keep you close to him. his fingers intertwined with yours and his thumb gently rubbing against the back of your hand.

soobin, who carefully chooses his words that bring comfort to you. his simple yet encouraging words weaved together in eloquent sentences that's spoken with a soothing voice.

soobin, who shyly plants a chaste kiss against your lips, brushing them across while his lips are slightly ajar and his hand under your chin to tilt your head. the taste of cherry and mint lingers on your tongue.

soobin, who never forgets to get something for you after their tour, may it be trinkets or it varies to clothing and matching bracelets with him. he's always thinking about you wherever they are in the world, debating with himself whether you'd like this or that. you never leave his mind.

soobin, who will drop everything as soon as he steps inside your shared home. he has his arms around you in a protective embrace, tight yet comforting, muttering how much he misses you like a mantra. he considers himself not to be clingy, but you'll find him glued to your hip at all times after being away for so long.

soobin, who leans down to duck his head when you're in a crowd of people to speak to you, his breath tickles your neck and you shiver. he smiles knowingly at your reaction. he knows what he's doing.

soobin, who is only affectionate to you and you only, linking his arm with yours and holding your hand whenever he has the chance. he would push away those who try and initiate physical touch with him, but with you, he's all over you in an instant. he's so comforting and warm, a home you could come home to and welcome you with his arms wide open.

[neeeeeoposts]

screw you *makes an eene gravity falls au*

(plus a wip kevedd comic 🤕🤕)

obv most things will be changed in the au, mostly around ed

bc first of all he aint that ‘boy crazy’ like canon mabel is(or was) and whatever was going on w gideon and mabel is removed here because… dude.. read the roles or something.

and ik i couldve made sarah pacifica instead of being gideon but im a dipcifica shipper and a kevedd one too so i will be using that as an excuse

jimmy’s role was rlly hard too, cause i was originally gonna make bill plank but that would b really hard and stupid, and jimmy being evil sounds funny to me tbh.

i also couldnt figure out a way to input the kankers sisters here so i probably wont for now, sorry kanker sister fans

i know rolf and eddy arent related but fuck it who else would fit the role of ford?? idk you tell me

plank is waddles, i will take no objections once again.

[gojoslittybunny]

↳ ❝ 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀, 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 | 𝖲. 𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖮. ❞

↳ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 with suguru geto consisted of many things. from late night skin care routines to bubbles baths with rose petals and a vanilla candle burning, he will definitely feel tranquility. a sense of comfort being wrapped around his soul knowing you’re happy. and if he’s feeling himself, he will play a bit of music to set the mood whilst also admiring your beauty. 🙈

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 definitely listens to kendrick lamar , tupac, bruno mars, biggie, michael jackson, & j.cole. his favourite songs being dna, loyalty, and love by kendrick. he also loves afrobeats, reggaeton, dancehall, and soca music <3. especially if you’re of afro/hispanic/caribbean descent, he’s so down bad and is willing to learn anything & everything about your culture.

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 will take you on so many trips around the city and exploring new places, and eating at different food venues. he will also help you by translating the signs but at the same loves watching you stumble over your words when you try ordering what you desire to purchase.

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 is a sucker for spoiling you, so expect him to buy you lots of trinkets <3 and constantly takes tons of selfies. most of them consists of you. like i’m talking about the unexpected / embarrassing ones. oh you got ice cream on your nose? cake in your hair? mans be like "hold on, lemme just *camera clicks*" 🙈

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 is such a goofball but he also very sweet and nurturing. please give him hugs and kisses. maybe even a bit of praise, he loves you so much. more bonus points because nanako and mimiko love you so much. oh yeah, su is definitely going to marry you. but don’t tell him i told you, issa secret. 🥹🫶🏾

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

since you silly little pooks are down bad little gremlins,

make sure to look him in the eye when he's talking to you.

summary: you made a grave mistake, directly disobeying orders from the big man himself, miguel o'hara, and endangering him and the rest of your team on a mission. thank goodness it was just his suit that suffered the damage, but you and him have a lot to talk about. alone. you know, if you wanted to be a little brat... you should just tell him straight up, but you can't even look at him right now. it's very disrespectful not to look at someone in the eye when they're talking to you, y'know?

word count: 2,541

warnings: slight degredation (nothing too bad, just a lot of reminding you about what you did was stupid), mentions of scars and wounds, slight cursing, and bad spanish translation (please correct me if i'm wrong!)

"tú… vas a ser mi muerte." he said in a low voice, a complete octave lower than the voice he used to scream orders at you to fall back, not to head straight first for the villain; but of course, spiders your type were never one to listen.

an annoying little maggot, that was miguel's assessment of you since the very minute you set foot in this facility. every mission that ever went south was due to you and your hubris, your incompetence, your need to flaunt your bravado in combat. you were lucky he put off kicking you out and cutting off all your connection to everyone at HQ, because you were a hair's length away from overstepping the very boundary of staying in this elite force of spider people to finding yourself disgraced from them.

you always gloated your strength, how many villains you took down in your universe, and were loud and rowdy. trying to break into your place in the spider society, you felt, was one of the easiest things to do. just make friends, punch the bad guys, and then the rest comes easy. but the reality of it was far from what you imagined, it was... seriously not what you imagined.

"i couldn't understand a single thought that entered that head of yours as we were fighting." miguel scolded you in a strained voice as he was being patched up by his machinery. the side of his face was bloodied, it would leave scars, but none that noticeable. his knitted eyebrows and piercing brown turning red eyes were fixated upon you and your hunched over, insecure, shrinking figure as you felt him diminish every ounce of your self-confidence bit by bit.

he sighed in exhaustion as he flinched at the treatment of his machineries, shaking his head slowly as he massaged his temples slowly, wishing that the frustration you gave him from your pathetic stunt would just disappear. but the pain never eased, instead, it merely intensified; he grunted as the machineries patched him up, the nanofibers of his suit dissipated as you watched splotches of his bronze, tanned skin emerge from the once dark blue and red patches of his suit.

you couldn't help but watch as the suit glitched slightly as it went away, disappearing into nothingness as his flesh wounds were being patched up. "tan jodidamente estúpida. so... so fucking stupid." he muttered out as he released a string of grunts from his soft, caramel lips as lyla adjusted the settings of the machinery as they patched him up.

"do you not value your own life?" he asked out with a low voice, as if he didn't care what answer escaped the confines of your lips, whatever words formed out of your mouth, as long as you spoke, he'd find something, anything, to retort to your argument--to prove you did a stupid, stupid thing. and that you were so stupid for not listening to him.

you opened your mouth slightly ajar to speak, to utter even a single word; to release a single sound from your vocal cords... but nothing. your throat as dry as an abandoned well, as dry as a vast, sandy desert, as an unirrigated field that once bore fresh crops.

you had nothing when he peered at you from above like this, glowering over you and penetrating your once keen and eager to fool around facade, whittling you down to nothingness.

"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked, his voice a little louder and more composed now as the healing process began and mended at the worn and torn muscles on his beautifully sculpted figure. he slowly stood up, his legs quaking slightly as he tried to carry himself up. he lost his balance for a few seconds and clung on to his desk to support himself. his breathing was labored, his nostrils were flared; he was pained and furious.

you felt a shiver crawl up your spine as he turned to face you, a good portion of the mesh fabric on the left side of his body was completely dissipated, the cuts inflicted on the suit turned white and glitched out, spasming, distorting the image on his body. miguel noticed you were staring and tried to hide the limping of his leg as he strut over to you, his left leg being pushed off the ground faster than his right.

you felt a wave of shame engulf you, reminding you that this very man almost sacrificed himself to save you while you seemed like a very cute spider to skin for the villain you faced off not long ago, who you provoked and brought your team to their attention, endangering all of you. he fought them off as best as he could, but he was continually on the receiving end of the blows and punches the villain reserved for the rogue little spider that weaved a web too obvious for its prey to fly into.

you didn't listen to miguel when he told you to--

"i told you to stay put," he admonished you in an irrefutably strained voice that he tried his hardest to mask with anger, or irritation. he didn't like to be looked upon as weak, as pitiful, and he sure as hell wasn't going to show that side of him to you of all people. never, in a million years, ever.

he grabbed your cheeks as he noticed your downcasted gaze and angled your face up to gaze into his now red eyes. "weren't you ever taught to look people in the eye when they're talking to you?" he questioned you for your seemingly rude demeanor as he tightened his grip on your cheeks, insinuating that he was quite irked with how, not only did you risk his and everyone else's lives on your team, but you dare disrespect him in his own office while he was already limping--suffering the repercussions of your own hasty decisions.

miguel breathed in deeply, his chest expanding as he took in that deep breath. he shut his eyes to collect himself so as not to let his frustration explode all over you right then and there. he was ready to burst at you, burst at you and let you feel everything he's been holding in from you for the longest time. it drives him mad knowing he's let you provoke him all you want, all the time. he wants to get his control over brats like you back, and if it has to be through this way... so be it.

he squeezed your cheeks, his grip tightening with every breath you took, moving your eyes so as not to look at him, so as not to be so frightened of him. "you're a damn brat, you know that?" he whispered as he moved his face closer to yours, his suit dissipating bit by bit the closer to you he got. he didn't seem like he had any intention of moving back, he was just keen on looking at you right in the eye and forcing you to look back at him, to acknowledge him and respect him for once.

"i-i know," you stutter out, swallowing the lump in your throat. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the pad of his thumb brush over your cheek and let out a ragged breath, which felt hot on your face. "go on." miguel commanded you as he let go, pulling away from you.

you hesitated for a moment as miguel stepped back, his wide back now facing yours. a small triangular view of his bronze hued skin, and you noticed... he had an assortment of freckles dotting his back, down to the back of his forearm.

he looked absolutely breathtaking, even clad in the mesh fabric suit, even with the mask sheathing his angular face from the world; he was a sight to behold. you hated yourself so much for admiring him when all he can think of was the stupid stunt you pulled trying to show off.

miguel's head turned around yet again to catch you peeking at the flesh showing from the tears on the suit. he scowled. "i told you to keep talking, not to keep gawking." he reprimanded you as he turned his head back around and shook his head, muttering yet another curse word in spanish.

you cleared your throat, trying to collect your thoughts. "i know, i'm... a brat, and i'm sorry i endangered you all." you spoke in two breaths, hoping to get the heart of your thoughts across, trying to hold back from him the fear you had of him at that very moment. honestly, you were always scared of miguel, always afraid that if you pushed him off the edge... it wouldn't be him who'd fall. he'd hold on to your mistake and pull you down in his place.

that was your biggest fear; the fear of him hurting you, forgetting you, abandoning you and starting from scratch with a new recruit, a better recruit. one who didn't talk smack all the time behind his back, one who followed protocols and didn't steal equipment for joyrides to other earths, one who didn't travel to other earths to screw around--one who followed orders and didn't do things their own way, which would jeopardize not only themselves, but the rest of the elite members of the multiverse's sole defenders.

someone who would listen to him and look at him in the eye when he spoke.

"be honest," he began as lyla fixed up the glitchy parts of his suit as he pinched the bridge of his nose with shut eyes and a hung head, his eyebrows furrowing in the middle as he tried to keep himself composed, "do you think you know what you're doing here?" he asked in a deep, contemplative voice as the suit glitched out even more, despite the ai's best efforts to fix it, the glitching worsened.

"oh, genial." miguel uttered as he sighed again. the villain must've been a real wise guy to know how to mess with such hard to break nanotechnology and mesh fabric that not even miguel himself could pierce or cut through. "ok, uh, not to interrupt your sermon, but you need to take it off. completely." lyla said as she ran a diagnostics protocol on the suit to check what was salvageable on it.

miguel stared at the ai incredulously. "no, keep it on, it's fine." he muttered as he turned to face you, his right pectoral muscle showing just the slightest bit. his suit phasing in and out of functionality as he placed his hands on his waist, staring at you as you abruptly looked away. he raised an eyebrow and eyed you up and down. "why so shy now? you were running your big mouth earlier in combat, why stop now?"

you tried to speak again, but all that came out were unintelligible mumble with the words, "seeing you like this" being repeated over and over and over again. miguel sighed and sauntered over to you and grabbed your cheeks again, this time, more roughly.

"i've had it up to here with your shitty attitude towards me." he said as his eyes narrowed at you, his eyebrows nearly forming into one angry, furry unibrow as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. your eyes wandered down past his neck, to his now semi-exposed collarbone, all the way to his rib area; his right rib's flesh being exposed now as the suit dissipated after continually glitching.

"why are you so insistent upon staring at the absolute wreck my suit is now because of your actions?" he huffed as he angled your face up to look at him, leaning closer and closer towards you as you were now inches away from his face. he snarled for a split second, and you watched as his fangs were bared for that small moment.

"you... need to be taught proper manners." he scolded you as his nose brushed over yours, causing you to shudder; the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as miguel fixated his now glowing, scarlet eyes upon your own. "listen to me, very. carefully." he said as his claws slowly dug into the flesh of your cheeks, grazing you slightly as he brushed the pads of his fingers upon your cheeks and chin.

"you better remember to... look at me when i'm talking to you, understand?" he emphasized as he spoke in a low, low voice, the rest of his suit vanishing as the glitching worsened, his left pectoral muscle now revealing itself, down to his abdominal area, where you noticed his sculptured muscles and scars from the fights. the newly emerged wounds from the battle you botched remained on his skin's surface, noticeable still due to having been fresh a few minutes ago.

he scoffed as he noticed your breathing became labored. he let you go when you mewled at his claws digging deeper into the fat of your cheeks. "i'm... sorry." you uttered as you finally looked up at him. he clicked his tongue as he let you go. "you're lucky i'm too weak to do anything to you right now." he said in a calmer manner as you rubbed over where he grazed upon you.

he turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder and his expression softened the tiniest bit when he watched tears well up in your eyes.

"...i'm sorry, too." he murmured as he finally took off the suit and sat back in his chair, in dark navy shorts.

your eyes wandered down to his toned, tanned calves and thighs, how every bit of him seemed so detailed and sculpted; as if he was exerting force and effort upon every muscle in everything he did. "you have a tendency to run your mouth off and not look before you leap when you're feeling hella cocky, but when you're cornered... you shut up immediately and start staring like a hawk." he pointed out, rather sarcastically.

he stretched his leg a little, wincing at the pain. his grunts were guttural as you noticed the slight limp in how the leg was resting. you got up and looked at his poor leg. "what, staring at me at a distance half-naked isn't enough for you?" he asked, deadpanned.

"i could, um... try easing the pain for you." you offered as you meekly pointed to his leg. he threw his head back and sighed deeply, his chest rising and falling as he did. he looked at you lazily and raised an eyebrow. "is that to make up for all the headaches and migraines you give me?" he asked.

you nodded profusely and he planted his face in his palm, chuckling a little to himself. he looked up at you, gradually, and a small smirk curved upon his lips. he shrugged. "alright, work your magic." he said as he leaned back. "if you fuck me over again, i will kick you out, though." he warned, to which you grinned at.

maybe... you'd keep being a little brat to him, if it meant you could see him this way, and... touch him this way.

a/n: ok so if we do hit 400 likes, i'll make a part 2 + whimpering miggy :>

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin @thecoolerdor

[sineskwelaa]

i did not know we dance with clive at the end

[nicomoon69]

Thinking about ur Dionysus!Bernard design again genuinely one of my favourite things it has me bouncing off the walls I love it so so much and would love to draw it one day if that's alright with you, idk what you feed ur character designs but they look amazing and your art is always so awesome!!!

But yeah ur super cool and also awesome you rock!

hi omg thank you 😭😭😭😭 ur way too kind!!! n I’d love to see him in ur style!!! that’d be so awesome gdhsgdshdh I think it’d look so cool!!!!

again ur too kind ahdgshdghssh!!!!! designing has got to be my fav thing art wise so I’m glad :))

AND UR SUPER COOL TOO!!! I always love seeing ur art and ur comments in the tags :D

[wayvtual]

good morning sunmisbf nation i had a crazy ass dream about hayden christensen last night

[ralexsol]

Why isn't there any fanart of Nicky n Agatha in the aaa fanart tag yet :( Thanos voice fine I'll do it myself

[omgjumin]

Hi, I was wondering if you knew Ohstaori from Tumblr. I wanted to read one of their old fics, but the link “keep reading” wasn’t working and it was one of my favorites. Their account was deactivated, and it looks like a lot of their most were wiped. From the little I could see, you reblogged it. The fic was You, You’re Everything. It was the one with Nanami and y/n in Paris for their honeymoon. I’ve reached extreme levels of desperation, and anything helps 🙏🏿

i know exactly what fic you're talking about but i cannot find it either omg

i remember loving the fic so much but i cant find it this is so rigged. im so sorry

[doomzday-zone]

Op can I just say ur Afton is so freaking slay ans cool and hot

teehee<3 thankuuuuuu :3c

[gojoslittybunny]

↳ ❝ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝖦. 𝖲𝖠𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖴 ❞

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 is the type of guy to take you almost anywhere. no matter what the weather is like, he’s already got a lot whole day of activities planned. it could be snowing, he will take you snowboarding or ice skating. and if you can’t do both, he will teach you. <3

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who loves you dearly to the point where he can not focus on what he’s doing. he’s so in love with you and just wants you in his arms all day.

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who’s love language is cuddling and one of his favourite things to do on his days off is having indoor dates, whilst laying in bed and wearing matching pyjamas, all while watching (hear me out-) hallmark movies and will deadass complain the entire time about how unrealistic it is.

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 loves them. we talking about christmas in July and will fall sleep two minutes in, then wake up immediately after to rewind the entire thing just because he forgot the name🙈💀.

↳ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 is so goofy and cute to be around. please cherish him. he’s special.

<333

[kairiscorner]

Ri. Ri. Ri the rizz master. Meron akong brainrot ulit 😭

beh, u should def watch maria clara at ibarra. Its so good like man 😩

but imagine… miguel/noir in a noli au. The clothes???? The plot??? The tagalog OMGGG, like imagine miguel using really old tagalog, as in, the days where ppl still used señor/señorita. Words like maharlika and the like. (Sana tama yung spelling ko hahahsj)

i could go on and on about imagining them in old filipino literature. I can’t. Im so far gone.

-leonara <3

NAKO ATE ARE YOU TRYNA KILL ME????????? man i found ibarra hot there though HE'S THE STANDARD YOU CAN'T BLAME MEEEEE

anyway, so imagine,

miguel o'hara in a noli au

ok so we were both colonized by the spanish right, so i think that YES, YOU BOTH WOULD'VE UNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER IN SPANISH KUNG MESTIZO/A KAYO; but if not, bc from what i remember, the indios weren't taught spanish, you'd kind of just..... listen to him, and if he says a word you understand in tagalog, you'd answer him in tagalog and JUST--

i think if you really didn't understand him bc of how malalim tagalog was back then, which was way more common than how my conyo ass speaks, you two probably wouldn't come to an understanding, you'd probably resort to using your body language to tell him LMAO

also am i the only one who thinks filipino/filipina beauty, doesn't matter if you're moreno/morena or pale or darker than that, really captivates miggy? like even if you didn't look like mestiza women at the time and were a pure-blooded filipino/filipina, HE WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH HOW YOU LOOKED EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T GO ALL OUT FOR HIM (he knows you're perfect :>)

he would try to impress you with his spanish, but honestly, you couldn't care less bc YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HALF THE SHIT HE'S SAYING, so you just... nod... and... leave.......

when you're waiting out by your window, or nagpapahangin lang ykyk kasi mas malamig noon, he'd call out to you and say you look lovely tonight in the MOST FANCY OLD TAGALOG WAY (fuck di ko alam kung paano, BUT LEMME TRY SOMETHING HUHU)

"aba'y binibini/ginoo... ikaw ay punong-puno ng kagandahan ngayong gabi; ang mga tala sa langit ay daig pa sa iyong ning-ning."

then he fuckin winks and you're dead

if you knew him ever since you were younger, he would write those letters ibarra sends maria clara, AND HE'D GAZE OVER AT YOU SO LOVINGLY AS YOU READ THEM OUT LOUD, AND WHEN HE CATCHES YOU BLUSHING HE'D SAY IT, HE'D CALL YOU OUT

"aking binibini, ika'y... namumula. kay ganda ng pula sa iyong mukha, ika'y tilang isang rosas na namumukadkad."

(((oh the urge to kiss him right then and there fuckkk)))

he would harana you. that is FINAL. he would sing in spanish because that's how he expresses himself best, and because he's more familiar with them. but i think he'd compose his own songs in spanish AND TAGALOG FOR U

IF YOU FR DON'T GET THE HINT HE LIKES YOU, HE WILL STRAIGHT UP ASK YOU ONE DAY IF YOU'D WANT TO RUN AWAY WITH HIM AND LET HIM TAKE CARE OF YOU

HE WANTS A FUCKING FUTURE WITH YOU AWAY FROM THE COLONIZERS AND BULLSHIT THAT'S HAPPENING IN THE NOLI AND WANTS TO SEE YOU SAFE AND SOUND. HE WILL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THE GUARDIA CIVIL IF THEY FUCKING HURT YOU !!!!!!

"aking sinta, ipinapangako ko. hindi kita pakakawalan, hindi kita iiwanan sa impyernong ito, sapagkat ikaw ang natatanging liwanang sa aking buhay, ang tanging minamahal at mamahalin ko hanggang ako'y yumao't mawala sa mundo. nais kong maramdaman at maranasan mo na ikaw lang ang mundo ko. tu eres mi unico mundo." (shit sana tama AAAAAAA)

a/n: BIG THANK YOU TO ATE @binibinileonara FOR THE REQ AND INSPO, LOVE YOU PO ATEEE /platonically <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @binibinileonara

[coyging]

[dizzybizz]

Hi i drew ur lil guys :-ȷ

NO WAY DUDE NO WAY OMG THEYRE SO

I AM SO

oHHG HAHEHEHDH 😭💞💞💞💕💕💖💖💖💖💖💖

YOU. YOU-

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Allora part 20)

Lucien: *frowns and furrows his brows* Whatever is the difference? Do you only feel one or the other?

Allora: *sighs, pulling her hand free and sitting back against the bench, not meeting his eyes* ...Sometimes. Sometimes love is painful. Sometimes it hurts so much, you wonder what you're doing. Sometimes it hurts in a good way, like how Lucia makes me feel. *smiles a little* ...She makes my heart squeeze and ache, but it's because I'm so full of love and I have no where to put it.

Lucien: And... how do I make you feel?

Allora: ... *closes her eyes* ...Sometimes I feel really small. And the world feels really big. Like it will swallow me whole. And you come around and put me on your shoulders, and everything gets a little easier. But other times... I feel like I'm on a tower, too tall. Too high. And instead of a ladder, you're simply content to watch me from the ground.

Lucien: ...

Allora: ...How do I make you feel?

Lucien: *swallows thickly, hating how gross his stomach feels like it's sinking* Um... ah... well. I... there are... times... where I am glad we met. So many grateful moments that I got to be your friend. That I've been able to be by your side while we do good things. I feel... like I can stand tall next to you. And you've helped me so much to grow and be my own person. But I- I also... feel very nervous around you. Because I never quite know what you're thinking. You're always so full of surprises.

Allora: ...

Lucien: *squeezes his hands together* ...I don't have a metaphor like you did. Am I- have I messed this up?

Allora: For not having a metaphor?

Lucien: Us. Have I messed us up? Am I enough for you? As I am? Am I too much, or too little? I just- you feel like you're annoyed with me at times, but others you defend me for being myself, and I don't know where the line is to not cross-!

Allora: *cups his cheeks and turns her to him* Breathe, Lucien.

Lucien: *takes in a shakey breath* ...sorry.

Allora: *sighs, stroking his cheeks* You've always been enough. I love you. As you are, as you become, no matter the mistakes we make. We're not always going to be perfect- the other three and I certainly aren't. But I'm sorry if I've made you feel like I'm annoyed with you, or that you have to curb yourself or force yourself to be more for me. You don't, I promise you.

Lucien: *squeezes his eyes shut* ...Even after Dumzbthar?

Allora; *takes in a shakey breath, but refuses to move her hands, wiping the corners of his eyes* Yes, love. Even then. That might change, of course, if you even think about bringing another Daedra to him-

Lucien: *eyes pop open wide* Good Gods, no! Absolutely not!

Allora: *chuckles, squishing his face lightly* Then we have nothing to worry about. It's upsetting, but... I'll live. If mostly to spite him.

Lucien: *chuckles, leaning into her hands* ...All right. I'll do better. Not only with that but... making you feel like you're too high up with no way down. I don't ever want to make you feel that way. *holds her hands to his face and sighs, his face turning red* ...And... I love you too, you know. I know I don't say it very often, but- mmph!

Allora: *all ready kissing him softly, one hand trailing to his hair before she shyly pulls away* ...Sorry. Got excited.

Lucien: *dazed, flustered, leaning closer* Again please.

Allora: *chuckles, brushing their noses together before kissing him again*

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~*•^.+>Bojere week day 2 is upon us N only now realised I didn’t post anything so I locked the door of my enclosure N then this happened :33<+.^•*~

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(Bojere! long-distance relationship moodboard cuz this personal flavour of angst makes me cry but I love pain :,DD) from today’s prompt I’d say Jere’s fave parts 2 worship when it comes 2 Bojan would be his thighs (of f4n course cuz he’s literally a midget with perfectly sculpted thighs),chest N his very *very* fluffy hair! weither he’s the one kissing his gorgeous boyfriends gorgeous inner thighs or using his tounge 2 ravish them during a particularly steamy night after they’ve both done a huge gig,hell even just *seeing* Bojan in shorts (or preferably short shorts if it was up 2 him) makes him sweat a little harder N run 2 his bedroom a little faster so he can indulge his fantasies which his Bojci only fuels more with every photo he posts with his thighs on display,even if their 2000km away but that won’t stop him from thinking of what *he* could do 2 those perfectly moulded pieces of flesh he adores so so much N the man they belong 2.Chest wise,Bojan’s tits may not be as big as his own *but* he still loves them just as much,especiallyyy when he gets 2 tease his nipples N suck on them till their glistening with spit N redder than his dick.Jere N Bojan have *always* had a thing 4 ruffling the latters hair ever since they met that night in Madrid when their Eurovision season was just gearing up,before his *soul-crushing* loss against Loreen,before Joker Out finished in the bottom five yet that didn’t hurt *nearly* as much as the sound of Jere sobbing into his chest when they got 2 his hotel room after the *storm* of interviewers N the press,N before they even *dared* 2 touch what they felt 4 eachother N put a label on it which they’ve kept up every day since the two finally quit dancing around eachother 4 what felt like *centuries* N let themselves be together no matter the distance or what the rest of the world thought about them as not only a couple but as people,artists,*celebrities*.Tbh Bojan’s favourite part of Jere would be all of him but if he *had* 2 choose then it’d be a threeway tie between tummy,arms N face,kissing his adorable lil angel of a boyfriends *extremely* pretty face till he’s giggling like a child just so he can see his nose scrunch up?? amazing!,worshiping N lavishing his beautiful tummy with loving touches,licks,sucks when he’s feeling that tad bit insecure cuz of shitty comments on instagram?? wonderful!!,feeling up his gorgeously soft yet strong muscles in his arms when he feels himself getting jealous or possessive,only 2 see Jere,his Jerč smiling the way he loves with his canines showing N instantly turn all his attention 2 him since he can also sense the smell of jealousy radiating off him that little bit?? *intoxicating*..