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thegamecollection · 2 years

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FRONTEARS OF HAPPINESS!

Perhaps it’s just me getting sentimental in my old age, but today’s gameplay of Sonic Frontiers has brought back a lot of memories of my childhood. The relationship that I had with my Dreamcast was a special one after all. It was the first SEGA console that I owned. I discount my Uncle’s SEGA Master System II that he gave to me. I’m talking actually MINE.

I still remember the feeling of opening it on Christmas Day, followed closely by Sonic Adventure. What came next were a few years of chaos emerald obsession as I made my way through both the original and its sequel, Sonic Adventure 2. These games meant so much to so many and some might argue that SEGA has not reached the same heights with this spiky speed-freak since. That is, until now? Let’s get this out of the way. You might have guessed it already but I LOVED what I played of Sonic Frontiers yesterday afternoon.

Speaking with a very passionate Sonic fan in the queue for the game, he said to me how he was trying his best to not get too hopeful after being so let down in recent years... I couldn’t disagree too much. But after waiting for an hour and walking towards the station to get hands on, I might have thrown that “playing it cool” persona out of the window.

So where shall we start? Let’s go for the beginning where Sonic awakens face down, clearly disorientated but aware he’s in a place he doesn’t recognise. A voice from the sky brings him up to speed (get it?) but is not in the mood to answer any of his questions. We know from the premise of Sonic Frontiers that after falling through a wormhole and separating from his friends, he must explore the mysterious Starfall Islands to collect the Chaos Emeralds once again... And this is where my playthrough got me in the nostalgic feels.

Luscious green terrain surrounded me as I made my way speedily across the plains, each blade of grass contributing to the beauty. You’ve seen this from the trailers but when you’re actually in control, it’s a whole different hedgehog. As always I got distracted by the opportunity to collect rings (this is why I eventually ran out of time) and could be found bouncing around off springs, hitting platform after platform, grinding the long, winding bars around the cliffs and just, well, jumping around having fun.

I was pleased with how smooth Sonic’s movement felt around the map and controlling the camera with the right analog stick always meant I had a chance to prepare my next point of exploration. Tutorials played as I hit certain points that allowed me to unlock attacks with experience points, teach me defense/counter attacks and discover the best way to effectively destroy enemies. Homing attacks have always been a little predictable in Sonic games but in Frontiers, that certainly changes. Enemies have health bars that you joyfully see fade with multiple hits, but don’t get too greedy! Staying in there punching away for too long saw me lose my rings on numerous occasions. I shamefully played on ‘Easy’ mode so I can’t say how forgiving it would be otherwise, but I managed to get out of these battles alive. Enemies are all machine-like and can be pretty nasty buggers. Counter attacking became not only a way to keep my stash of rings (after I’d perfected), but a very satisfactory affair. All of this was prepping me for a boss fight that I never actually got to face (note to self, don’t spend so much time jumping around on a timed playthrough at Gamescom) but you bet your last gold ring that come release on 8th November, I’ll do exactly the same thing. There’s just so much to see.

The amount of mysteries across Starfall Islands are apparent even from the mood that is set. Sonic is alone here, with no cool quips to say to anyone and no catchy soundtrack that stays in your head for years. No ‘Escape From The City’ or ‘Live And Learn’ equivalent? “Awwwwwwww no” I hear you say, and if I was reading this then I’d be saying it too. Soundtracks have been a huge part of Sonic games over the years, and yet the naturally mysterious sounds of the world around you in Frontiers only add to the ambiance.

Defeating mini bosses provided me with portal gears that, yep, you guessed it... Opened portals. These doorways to linear stages of Sonic’s memories resemble iconic locations like Green Hill Zone, only they’re floating in the air! It’s a nod to Sonic fans of old in a next-gen setting and showcases in a short period the level of depth and layers to Frontiers. This is the closest thing I’ve played to Sonic Adventure 1 + 2 and I don’t say it lightly. Be excited for this game.

I can honestly say I was saddened when I saw the words “Thank you for playing” appear on my screen as I prepped for the giant machine boss that had appeared from a portal in the sky. I was ready. So were the queue of 200 people behind me waiting for their turn. *sigh*

We’re back at Gamescom today and whilst I have other things that I should be covering, I might just need to make a lightspeed dash back over to the Sonic Frontiers booth for another run... I might even make that boss fight!

You can pre-order Sonic Frontiers with us right here at The Game Collection!

-Jack

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redpaperclub · 5 months

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Author's Note :

Well, I wasn’t expecting to see THIS pop-up on my screen while logging onto Tumblr for the first time in months … But since we’re on the subject, I might as well write down some of my thoughts regarding the infamous "tumblr dot com".

So, for starters …

Damn, it’s been 10 years huh. I remember first realizing that I’ve been on this website for a while now about two years ago when I calculated that I’ve been on this site for about eight years. I didn’t think much of it and kind of interpreted as a “frozen-in-time” type of situation. As in, I’ve stopped using this site a loooong time ago and don’t plan on browsing and/or posting on it anymore. But wouldn’t you know it, time is linear after all ! It just feels kind of weird to see ’10 years’ on the screen when it shouldn’t be but here we are.

I’m not really gonna dive too much into the Tumblr discourse and really just want to focus on a couple of main takeaways from my experience on this dumpster fire of a website. So apparently, I’ve been on this website for ten whole years and I completely missed the memo. I’m not surprised. Even though I wasn’t expecting this it still kind of sucks knowing that I didn’t get the chance to celebrate something I honestly wouldn’t mind attending lol. But whatever. I can always queue this post for a later date.

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we ?

I started this account back in October 2013 but didn’t start posting anything until January 2014 and I’m guessing those first couple of months were just me liking posts and getting the general feel of tumblr. I don’t remember much from those early years except for me unironically thinking that this is one of the best websites I’ve ever come across (and that opinion has remained largely unchanged even with all the bullshit over the years). Looking back at my old Tumblr account feels a bit surreal but it’s not the first time that I’ve taken a stroll down memory lane. I’ve actually looked back at archived posts in the past a few times and it’s such a nice little time capsule of such an awkward time in my life. I have a lot of fond memories of being on this site whether it be laughing my ass off over some meme/shitpost, reblogging some aesthetically pleasing pictures, or just being informed about the world around me. I even remember making a few original text posts with mild success (all in an effort to become “tumblr famous” lol).

I started posting less frequently sometime around 2016 and almost completely stopped towards the beginning of 2017 only to return almost three years later just before the pandemic started. I completely stopped using this site back in August 2020 for whatever reason (likely due to lack of interest altogether) and haven’t posted anything since.

Yet here I am ! Making one last post before archiving this blog for good.

But seriously though. I think getting this notification is just what I needed to make a proper departure from this hellhole of a site lol. And it’s better than just leaving it on some random post. Kind of wish I could talk about more things but I think a general overview feels better than something more specific anyway. It’ll make more sense if I ever decide to revisit this blog (which I likely won’t but whatever).

I suppose my main takeaway from this website has to be the general vibe of it. It’s one of the few places where you can post whatever you want without feeling intruded by the outside world. And sure, you could argue that many websites operate this way. But there’s something about it’s anonymous nature and bottom-of-the-barrel economics that has allowed me to enjoy Tumblr to the fullest extent. I’ve never had to worry about what I like or post—mostly due to lack of followers anyway—and I get to enjoy my little Internet shenanigans with peace of mind. It’s a nice little corner of the Internet that I got to enjoy. But now it’s time to close this chapter in my life (how dramatic lol) with, ironically, the longest text post I’ve ever written on here.

So yeah …

Thanks for the memories, Tumblr. You will be missed ❤️

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hamilton47hammond · 2 years

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hiraethenthusiast · 3 years

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"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged.

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up”

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most."

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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blu-joons · 3 years

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You Have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

Chan:

You were confused when you saw Chan’s name pop up on your phone, convinced that he was supposed to be in the middle of a meeting for the group. Regardless, you picked up, hearing him sigh as soon as you did.

Your heart pounded with worry as you heard him clear his throat, “I’ve been outside for half an hour now waiting for you at the restaurant, did you not remember I took a half day?”

Your eyes darted up to look at the clock on the wall, and then the date on the calendar, quickly realising what today was.

“Chan,” you whispered, letting go of a shaky breath. “I completely forgot, if you just wait ten minutes, I’ll be able to get there and we can still eat together, do we still have the reservation?”

“No, don’t worry yourself, I’ll grab takeout, I’d prefer to eat at home with you anyway,” he tried to comfort you, “just get some bits sorted at home and I’ll be there soon.”

“I promise that I’ll find a way to make this up to you Chan, I’m so sorry.”

Minho:

He couldn’t help but let go of a sigh as he read through the essay, you’d been writing that you’d left out on your desk. He knew there were times when you struggled, but the mistakes that you made certainly caught his attention.

He was so concentrated, that he failed to notice you walking back up into your room. “I know what you’re looking for, you don’t need to tell me that there’s mistakes in there.”

His head shook, encouraging you to take a seat beside him. He knew that you wanted it to be perfect, so that was what he was going to do to help.

“Just don’t panic,” he quickly assured you, “the essay itself is really good, but I know you’ll hate me if I don’t tell you that there are a couple of things that could do with improving.”

“I’d rather you tell me,” you responded, as hard as it was for you to hear. “You’re right, I do want this to be perfect, so as much as it sucks, I guess I’m going to have to listen to you.”

“I’m helping you, just remember that when you want to punch me over this.”

Changbin:

Any time when there was silence at the studio, it confused you. The boys were usually so loud, that when the room was peaceful, you never quite knew what to do, silently wishing for someone to make some noise again.

Changbin quickly caught onto how uncomfortable the new atmosphere made you. “Talk to me if you want a bit of noise Y/N.”

As soon as he spoke, you began to talk to him about anything that came to mind, just so that the room was completely silent anymore.

“Why don’t we talk about what we can get up to once I finish work for the day?” He suggested as soon as he noticed that you were running out of things to say. “Shall we try the Thai place?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, looking around at the rest of the boys who were all lost in their phones, “it feels weird to see them all being so quiet, I’m not used to it.”

“Make the most of it, once the phones go down, the noise will go up.”

Hyunjin:

To begin with, Hyunjin tried to ignore it, but the sound of your pen tapping against the paper as you thought eventually became too much, causing him to eventually snap at you and make you jump at his voice.

Instantly, he felt bad, noticing you trying to write a list of things to pack. “I’m sorry, the noise was just getting a little bit irritating to listen to you.”

Your head nodded, trying to refrain yourself from being any more disturbing than you were for Hyunjin as he tried to concentrate.

“Let me help,” he spoke up again, coming to your side. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you; I know that you’re trying to think. Why don’t we go through the things that you need together?”

“I know there’s a few things I’ve forgotten,” you sighed, sliding your list across for him to have a look at. “But nothing is coming to mind for what else I might need for the trip.”

“I reckon a good start might be to at least write down your toothbrush jagi.”

Han:

His heart sunk when he watched you tear yet another piece of paper out of your notepad, he already knew exactly why you’d thrown it away, just like you did with most of the things that you scribbled in the pad of paper.

Jisung walked straight across to you as you did so. “Why don’t you let me help you if you’re worried about getting it wrong? You’re putting too much pressure on yourself.”

You didn’t respond, but Jisung knew that deep down you were desperate for his help to try and get your letter spot on.

“Just take it slowly,” he encouraged, helping you with every word, stopping you before you made a mistake. “If you’re not sure, just ask me, I’m here to help you after all Y/N.”

“These are simple errors,” you frowned, “I should be able to spot these the first time without looking back over it and realising mistake after mistake that I’m making,” you groaned loudly.

“We all make mistakes sometimes, let’s just try and fix them instead.”

Felix:

Another groan came from you as the two of you continued to wait at the airport to check in and get on your flight to Australia. Felix could quickly tell you were getting agitated as you bounced up and down on your toes.

His eyes stared across at you, “there shouldn’t be that much longer to wait, just don’t get yourself stressed or anything jagi.”

Your eyes rolled, with each passing second, your impatient grew as you desperately wanted to get moving again.

“We can’t jump the queue,” Felix pointed out to you as you groaned yet again. “Just think, the longer that we queue now, the less time we’ll have to queue once we’re in the departure lounge.”

“Queuing sucks,” you sighed, resting against his shoulder. “I just want to get moving again, I’m fed up with being made to stand still, why are they all taking so long to get a move on?”

“They’re working as fast as they can, I promise we’ll get moving soon.”

Seungmin:

Your mind was absent as the two of you walked side by side, Seungmin knew that you were pretty distant beside him, but the grip that he had on your hand was enough for him to know that you were still beside him.

However, as an elderly couple came from the opposite direction, Seungmin had to pull you last minute to get out of the way as you failed to notice them. “What are you doing? You could have hurt them.”

It was only once you’d passed the couple, did you realise they were there. Glancing back to look at them stare back at you.

“Don’t panic, they’re alright,” Seungmin assured you, noticing that the incident had shook you up. “You just weren’t concentrating, that’s all, but no one got hurt, did they?”

“But they could have done,” you whispered, resting your free hand against your forehead. “If you hadn’t have pulled me out of the way I could have been responsible for hurting them.”

“But you didn’t hurt them, just concentrate a little more next time.”

I.N:

As soon as you got to the checkout, you handed the new shirt that you wanted to purchase across to the cashier. You reached into your pocket, unable to feel your purse, peering into your handbag to see that your purse wasn’t there either.

Your eyes darted back to Jeongin behind you, “I’ve left my purse at the dorm again, I’m just going to have to hand the shirt back, I can’t pay for it now.”

Before you even finished speaking, Jeongin stepped forwards and covered the cost, saving you from any further embarrassment.

“Sometimes I think I should glue your wallet to you,” he teased, “we all forget things from time to time, there’s no need to get upset with yourself, you’ve still got your shirt.”

“I’ll pay you back,” you quickly informed him, but his head shook. “If you hadn’t had been there, do you have any idea how embarrassing that could have been for me Jeongin.”

“But I was there, so you don’t need to worry about what if.”

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years

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Old Habits

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

summary: Old habits come back when you meet an ex lover after a long time. Conversations feel like you never stopped talking to them. Sometimes you have to see them one last time to say goodbye like you mean it but most of the time it doesn’t go as planned.

warning: drinking

words: 2.1k

a/n: could be read as part 2 of last kiss but is a stand alone. got a bit poetic at the end. hope you guys like it. and as always, love reading your opinions/reactions. also asks are open. (gif not mine)

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'@tomholland2013 posted a story'

She picked up her phone to open Instagram. Yes, Y/N still had notifications on for his account even after they were broken up for months. Classic Tom.

He posted two of the same picture on his story. No one understood how that would happen almost every time, not even the people working at Instagram to whom they contacted about the glitch.

Tom had his hair slicked back, standing in a white t-shirt next to Harry, his brother, giving a million-dollar smile. They were holding a clapperboard together. There was text on the picture too, 'day 1 let's go!!' She smiled to herself. Just because they weren't together doesn't mean that she wasn't allowed to feel happy for his achievements. Even though she wishes to know all these big things from Tom himself she is, unfortunately, left here, watching a small part of his life flash in front of her for less than thirty seconds.

"Are you listening?" Hope, Y/N's date said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You were saying?" Y/N placed the phone back where it was resting, next to the cold wine bottle.

"You seem distant," they said.

When she 'met' Hope (she only really met them 30 minutes ago), Y/N wasn't looking for love, just sex, and that is what online dating specializes in. She hoped Hope knew what they were signing up for, sexual intimacy and nothing else.

"It doesn't matter does, does it? We both know what we are here for. Why not just cut the chase," Y/N replied.

It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to shine in its full glory. Y/N could only think of the first time she stayed over at Tom's old apartment but then she turned her head only to find Hope's naked body next to her. Her heartbeat accelerated with the realization that he was not hers anymore. Being in a foreign environment didn't help her growing anxiety, twisting and turning her intestines.

It's been four months, her feelings for Tom refuse to quit on her because she knows she could never quit on them, on him, even if he has. He probably has already found someone else in Canada, she thought. She didn't want him anymore but she still needed him, one last time just to teach her stupid heart how to say goodbye.

Y/N wore her clothes and picked up her shoes, going on a trail to find Hope's door to get out before they wake up. Climbing down the stairs, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

'5 new messages from Sam' 7 hours ago

Sam: hey

Sam: ik it's late

Sam: I am going for a run tmr morning @6

Sam: do you wanna come?

Sam: will go to the new coffee house near my house after that

Y/N texted him back

Y/N: I'll meet you at the coffee place

Sam: come fast. already here

Sam and Y/N were standing in the queue to place their orders. “You look especially shitty today,” Sam said, running his right hand through his sweaty hair.

“I haven’t been home yet,” Y/N reasoned her appearance.

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The person in front of them left the queue, they moved towards the counter. “One hazelnut latte, double shot with skimmed milk,” Y/N gave her order.

“And you?” the cashier’s question directed to Sam.

“I’ll have a matcha latte with oat milk”

Sam turned to Y/N, “Harrison got me on matcha, and now I can’t go back to coffee”

They paid their dues and moved over to the barista counter to collect their order.

“So, what were you doing last night?” Sam inquired.

“I was on a date, it isn't a big deal though. Just had some needs to take care of”

“Oh, was it any good?”

“It was fine. I was distracted the whole time. Saw Tom’s story about halfway into the bottle of merlot. Couldn’t stop thinking about him”

“Seems…sad. But you know Tom is coming back for the Christmas weekend, I think. He might attend Harrison’s Christmas eve party”

“One hazelnut latte and one matcha latte,” someone behind the counter screamed.

“That’s us,” Sam raised his voice.

Harrison had a bucket inside his house, under a sign that said 'drop your tracking devices here' with an arrow pointing to the bucket. Y/N dropped her phone on a pile of roughly fourteen others. Debating whether to see Tom's face was something she wanted or not made her late and not very fashionably.

The house was decorated with empty liquor bottles along with red and green streamers from one wall to another. Everyone was drunk in their best dress. There were no signs of Tom yet. Y/N took a deep breath, walking towards the kitchen to get herself some liquid courage to help her socialize.

The kitchen was rather scarcely populated. Empty glasses were lined up next to the sink. Are they clean or used? Bending down, Y/N opened the refrigerator to see if Harrison had any chilled wine. No luck. "Hey," a familiar voice was heard.

She looked up at the familiar stranger.

"Hey Tom," she smiled. The refrigerator light falling on Y/N made her blush visible.

She grabbed a half-cut lemon placed in the egg tray.

“How have you been?" Tom asked leaning back on the kitchen counter, observing her movements.

Y/N walked towards the sink to grab herself a crystal glass hoping for it to be clean. "Just busy with work these days"

"I heard you got a job at Condé Nast, is that true?" he took a sip from his beer.

"Well, you heard right. You are looking at their new senior brand manager for digital", she said proudly.

Tom hugged her from the side she was holding a knife to cut the lemon for her gin and tonic. "That's great darling! You always wanted to work there"

Darling. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering like the first time she met Tom.

"I saw your story the other day. You started filming your script, right?" she dropped the lemon in the glass.

"Yup, it was a long time coming," he grabbed the knife she was using and washed it without even knowing. He was so used to Y/N never washing utensils after using them and, he would always have to clean up after her.

"Congrats on that babe!" The word 'babe' just slipped out of practice.

Y/N grabbed a Bombay Sapphire standing still on the marble slab. The blue of the bottle shinning even in the dim-lit room.

"I missed you," Y/N made eye contact, screwing the cap back on. A long, silent pause.

I miss you too, so very much

She cleared her throat, "so, how long are you staying?"

"Going back Monday morning"

She opened a can of tonic water.

"Are you seeing someone?" Tom asked.

"Wouldn't you wanna know" a smirk on her face grew. "I've been out on few dates, nothing serious. What about you?"

"Met this girl online, dated for a bit but, she wanted something I couldn't give to her"

Y/N scoffed, "did she have a foot fetish or something?"

"No, Y/N. She wanted love, not my feet" they both laughed.

"On that topic..." Tom calmed himself, "...I was listening to this song a few weeks ago and, there was this line, 'the smell of your hair reminds me of her feet' and it made me think of you"

"I reckon," she took a sip of her gin and tonic.

"No, seriously, I really related to that line. No matter how many people I hook up with, it will be hard to find the type of intimacy I shared with you. I still relate to it"

"I hate going on walks alone and having faceless dreams," Y/N blurted, lacking a proper reaction.

"You're still the face of all my fantasies," Tom confessed.

None of them knew what to say next. Anything they thought of saying now included walking over the blurry line of exes to lovers.

"You look pretty"

"Classic me, had a glow up after getting my heartbroken"

"You always looked this pretty. You are beautiful," Tom assured her. The 'heartbroken part did not sit well with him. He already felt guilty for taking a job across the pond which was a great opportunity for him to grow but was only possible by severing his ties with Y/N.

It had just started snowing on Boxing Day. Tom was alone in his cold home, boiling a pot of ramen noodles. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the burning stove with the pot on top.

Tom: *attached photo*

Tom: I come back after months and my family leaves me alone with no food

Y/N: you should add a poached egg

Tom: Thanks. I shall.

Tom: I think I made too much ramen for me

Tom: do you wanna come over and share?

Her indecision was visible by the coming and going of the gray dots. Then finally, Tom could tame his anxiety by her simple reply.

Y/N: sure.

There was a loud knock on the door. Tom put two bowls of hot ramen on the dining table and went to open the door. Behind the door, Y/N was standing with her hands inside her brown checker coat. There was dust of snow sitting on her shoulders. Her braided hair was made by the most anxious hands in town.

The door opened and, Tom’s hands flew to take Y/N in his arms. They hugged like little kids hug their parents after being away from each other, for them, an eternity. It did feel like an eternity to them too but, they hadn’t forgotten each other’s touch.

“I parked my car at the church, couldn’t find any spot here ‘cause of the snow," she pulled out.

“The snow seems to be gaining momentum.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. She took off her coat and hung it in the Holland’s coat closet.

“Come on, the ramen is getting cold,” she followed tom into the kitchen.

They sat adjacent on the wooden table in comfortable silence. Tom used chopsticks and, Y/N used a fork. Only the occasional noodles falling in the broth were heard, along with the gushing of wind.

“It’s really spicy for me,” Tom said.

“Yeah, I can see your ears turning red.”

She still remembers

Y/N raised her hand to cover her mouth while yawning.

“Since you made the food, I’ll do the dishes,” she got up, grabbed their bowls, and walked over to the sink.

Wearing the gloves, she turned to Tom, “it was quite tasty”.

Tom gave her a smile.

She spread the soap on the dishes and turned the tap on. Tom pushed his chair back to get up.

“Have you made any friends at your new job,” he jumped and sat on the counter next to Y/N.

“Yeah, sort of. Kyara works there too so, I have just made her friends my friends,” she washed his chopsticks.

“That’s good. Have you talked to Emily after the wedding? She told me they are planning on adopting.”

“They invited me over for dinner when they got the approval from the agency. Kyara made this amazing Hyderabadi biryani, it was her mum’s recipe so, it was obviously better than the restaurant”

“God! You and your love for Indian food”

Y/N removed her gloves, “I should go. Thanks for the ramen, by the way”

“Are you sure you can go out in this weather?”

“Yeah I think," she started walking out of the kitchen.

Tom grabbed her hand. “Stay”, his voice was like cotton.

Y/N turned and made contact with his pleading eyes. She moved closer to him. “Please”, he said. They both were inching in to lock their desperate lips.

Y/N did not notice when she had fallen asleep talking to Tom. Their naked bodies were covered by the white comforter. Her eyes slowly opened to a boy with brown eyes and messy hair looking at her.

“I like it when you sleep. I love watching you sleep”

She chuckled. “That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?” She had a sleepy voice.

“You look so serene, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could stare at you for eons”

“But love, I'm only here till the snow settles,” she caressed his cheeks.

“Then the cold shall frost our limbs," he leaned in to kiss her.

tags: @elios-timotea

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #spiderman #marvel fanfiction #marvel #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spider man #spiderman x you

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thed4rkhand · 3 years

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Hi! Here for the 2022 prediction game🤍

I’m a Taurus rising and my Venus is in my 5th house

My Cancer Saturn is in my 3rd house

Good shows I’d suggest are Shameless, AHS, and Guardian: The Lonely and Great God. These are some of my favorite shows!

And when it comes to movies I’d suggest Stardust, Practical Witch, I Origins, Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, and Penelope. Definitely some of my favorite movies, highly suggest.

Hope you have a great day, and thank you for this!!💗

hey! omg i cried so so damn much with guardian you have no clue and omg i'll queue up the rest! thank you!!

since most people are now sending their vedic placement's itself, i'll read yours as are! So getting this right, a Taurus rising, virgo venus and cancer 3rd house saturn.

So in 2022 you’ll be activating your 9th, 8th, 7th houses. If we consider venus here, you’ll activate the 1st and 4th houses.

As a Taurus rising, Saturn is malefic for you due to its ownership of the 8th house through its mooltrikon, however, since Venus and Saturn are friendly to each other, it won’t be bad bad. Since now your Saturn is in cancer, it might not be the best best placement as it feels uncomfortable with the moon and water qualities, plus the third house is a jeeva house and its a malefic there. However, its nothing terrible.

Now onto the actual reading itself. Now June-March 2023 will be problematic for you, I understand it’s a long period but since transiting Mars will come and go retrograde around your 1st house, it might cause a bit of an issue. This will largely cause issues with matters of the first house, such as self image, body issues, mental issues and all. You can be in a lower headspace and face bouts of ups and downs during this period. However, we must remember that Mars here becomes your 12th and 5th lord too, and as a lord of the 5th it wont be bad.

So on the flip side, you can get deeply into activities of the occult, go through massive transformation in personality and looks, be extremely creative and work on good projects, meet a lot of new people and have a lot of byssinosis opportunities with them, as well as friendships may happen during this time. You may also find new relationships during this time period. People will be attracted to you like moth to flies during this period. However I’d suggest for you to take care of your health and not to spend excessively on anything.

As for 2022 as a full year, you can expect it to focus largely on love, partnerships, occult and transformations and travel and education. This will be a year that will be good for your father and benefit his line of work with a lot of success and happiness guaranteed for him. You may attract new partners during this period and get into a stable and long term relationship too. You may get into social services and serving the public, maybe politics here. You may start on your higher education and travel for it. You may receive large amounts of knowledge in occult from a new teacher from foreign lands. With Saturn aspect, you may see you may lose a lot of weight suddenly this year and have issues with feeling alienated at points, however you will end the year more confident than ever.

Early part of 2022 will be extremely good for you, you will see that you shall finish off pending work, both mental shadow work and physical work and start the year anew with new ideas and opportunities. You will be out through trials and emerge triumphant this year. You will truly develop your personality this year and cement this for long term. That’s all I have for you but I hope you have a great year ahead❤️

#astrology games #vedic astrology #astrology

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kiissme · 2 years

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a multimuse blog centering around one FAYE BROOKES. smut centric. 18+ only. low activity. semi-selective. cared for by YVE, 30s, she / her.

mainly writes with the beta editor bc might as well, but so far have the ability to switch to legacy if you prefer it!

what you’ll find here are several muses that will love to play with you, opens to start things off, want something a little personal? hit the muses starter calls and we’ll sort something out. remember to pay mind to the rules ! has it been a while since I replied to our thread? Hit up my dibs and jump the queue ! can’t think of a way to break the ice? attack the inbox with memes ! FYI, anyone that replies to my opens gets a new thread with my reply. I find it’s easier to keep track of, activity and notes wise! and there’s always my wanted plots ! want to see who my muses are thirsting for? check out my wanted opposites !

we don’t play favorites. give me all the f/f and m/f, emphasis on the girls, my muses are suckers for them. all my males are straight and all my girls are bi, gimme your females, we’ll have a good time :)) thirst for my males if you want, but be honest about it. hypocrisy is not it around here, so pls don’t even. been around for a long time so i shall act accordingly. do not engage with incest or non/dubcon or any of the dark dark taboo stuff. trashy we love, trashy we want. no thank you to shame kink, yes please more more to praise kink. if my boundaries are ignored, and pushed against me, b l o c k e d you’ll be.

special note that my muse fcs double as wanted opposites ! special note #2 - i am currently in joseph quinn brain rot so if you have them, throw them at me, and i’ll be a happy girl.

let’s have some fun !

IF YOU DO NOT CUT YOUR POSTS, DON’T CONTINUE MEME RESPONSES IN A TEXT THREAD, OR DO NOT USE TAGS ON YOUR POSTS, DO NOT INTERACT !

IN QUEUE, 28 ! 5/11/23

#— p i n n e d !

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chaoticdean · 3 years

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Hi! I remember you saying that you couldn't read while writing PL, so what are you planning on reading now that you're done? (yes, this is me asking for recs :D)

Hi anon! So I’ve kept things I’ve been meaning to read for the past months in my “Marked for Later” folder on AO3, and I’ve been diving into a couple for the past few days. Here goes:

Death of a Bachelor, by my friend @geekout-f-t-w

Summary: A series of tragic circumstances left Dean with a pile of hospital bills and his brother to take care of. To make ends meet, he needs to take a new personal assistant job, one that's going to fly him halfway across the country to work for one of the nation's hottest new authors: Castiel Novak. Castiel isn't what Dean was expecting at all, and he comes to realize why Castiel has a reputation for being a difficult boss to work for. Time away from Sam, and getting to know his boss, make Dean realize he needs to reevaluate his life and what he wants for himself.

And that just might include the one person he cannot have.

THIS IS DELIGHTFUL! It follows the pattern of “Death of a Bachelor” by Panic! At The Disco, every chapter being linked to one of the song off the album. I’m only around chapter 5 or 6 right now but I’ve been fully immersed into the story since last night and I’m having a great time

Memory Recall, by @one-more-offbeat-anthem (WIP)

Summary: When Marine First Lieutenant Dean Winchester is shot on his morning run, NCIS Agents Tony Dinozzo, Ziva David, and Tim McGee are on the case. Under the direction of their boss, Jethro Gibbs, the team is prepared to get to the bottom of the attempted murder–-except nothing is ever easy for them, it seems. As it turns out, Dean’s roommate, English professor Castiel Novak, is more than just a roommate, adding a new dimension and potential motive to the attack. And when Dean wakes up, he can’t remember who his attacker was–which means it could be anyone. Can the agents find the perpetrator before they come back to finish the job? Or are the lieutenant’s days numbered?

I never thought I’d ever read a crossover between NCIS and SPN, but this one works great and I’ve been having so much fun catching up every time there’s an update! Emmy’s got the characterization down perfectly and little old 11-year-old me is thrilled to have her NCIS/SPN fantasy meeting!

Regarding Castiel, by deancoded

Summary: What if 12x11: regarding Dean had Cas in it? That's what this fic is.

Idk man, the premise seemed fun and I loved seeing the characterization through this. I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if Cas had been in 12x11 and I’m almost sure the reason they didn’t have him in was because they wouldn’t have been able to have him here and have Dean be normal about the gorgeous angel in the room.

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love, by @gravelghosts

Summary: “So I need you to be my gay dads,” says Claire.

I’m well aware that the summary doesn’t give much away, but basically Claire needs Dean and Cas to go on a hunt with her where she needs them to act like a couple... And obviously things derail at some point (because when has anything go according to plan with these guys). I LOVED THIS, and it was also an easy read for me to get back into since I hadn’t read anything exceeding 15k for the past 4 months or so!

Suck It, Judy Garland, by @midrashic and GlitterDwarf

Summary: It had to be St. Louis. Or, the one where Sam and Cas get fake married for a case, and Dean loses his mind.

I’ve had this one bookmarked for-fucking-ever and as expected it was a delight to follow. Poor Dean losing his mind over Cas and Sam pretending to be a couple <3

break the skin (to break the barriers), by @sobsicles

Summary: The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. ~~~ Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in." Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing. She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes." "Just the one," Dean mumbles. "Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks. Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."

This made me weep like an actual baby. The fact that it’s entirely written from an outside character (in that case, Mitzi, who’s Dean tattoo artist) would generally have put me off, but it’s so well-written that it took me in in next to no time. And I’ve just realized it’s been turned into a series and there’s a second fic from Dean’s POV attached to this one, so this is my queue to go and read!

I hope that gives you matter of choices, anon! Come back in a few weeks once I’m done going through my Marked for Later folder, I shall have some more to rec!

#fic rec!#jesus that got long

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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hi Molly!!

i absolutely adore Newton so maybe some headcanons with him and Kate when she first got him and you know their first days together i remember there was a fic when she got him from Mary and Eddie but i couldnt find it anywhere

Hiiiiii!

I’m skipping you ahead in my queue because I just feel like we all need some Newton today no?

So Mary and Edwina gave Kate Newton in Dormant as a congratulations on her new job. And maybe if it doesn’t get cut for time next week we might get Mary and Edwina making the decision to get Newton.

But in the meantime You wanna see Kate with baby Newton? Then Kate and Baby Newton you shall see!

Kate had woken that first day, a little confused. There was a soft weight pressed against her chest, and something cold and wet was pressed under her chin, right against her neck. Her eyes shot open and she remembered. A tiny corgi puppy was curled against her chest, his little collar hanging off his neck a little because he was small. She’d tried to put him on the little dog bed she and Eddie had picked out when they’d left Mary’s. And Kate had tried to be strong when he’d started whimpering, his tiny little cries echoing through the room so soon after her own had. And she’d been strong, for approximately 35 seconds before she’d rushed back across the room and scooped him up holding him close to her chest as he’d yawned, making himself comfortable against her side and she’d whispered Maybe we can comfort each other hey?

It quickly became apparent that Kate was not capable of being firm with Newton. In any way. Newton scampered over the flat whining and crying, trotting around carrying Edwina’s bathrobe by sash, carrying Kate’s slippers, their living room littered with stuffing from Newton’s toys. Kate! Please! This has to stop! This is the third robe I’ve gone through since you got him a month ago! Edwina had said brandishing what used to be a bathrobe and Kate had felt a little guilty sure, but then she’d looked down to throughly chastise Newton, and his little eyes had looked up at her, his tongue lolling out happily and her heart had clenched when she’d thought how he’d sat in her lap just night as she held herself together at the seams her breath coming in sharp gasps against a pillow so Edwina didn’t hear and the admonishment came out as a soft Oh, Buddy in a very disappointed tone. Edwina scoffing walking away with her hands in the air I never should have told Mum to get you that dog! Kate went out and got Edwina a new robe after work, leaving it on her sister’s bed. Edwina’s arrival home was welcomed with an audible sigh and You can’t just write a very cute note from him and expect me to forgive him! Kate smirked to herself still in the middle of washing ink from Newton’s paw. Apparently I can!

Kate maintains to this day that it wasn’t entirely Newton’s fault that Edwina ended up in a pond. She really shouldn’t have been standing so close. But she had been. It had been a Sunday afternoon and they’d decided to take Newton to the park and bask in the sunshine before the weather turned too cold for the rest of the year. And Edwina being who she was had decided she wanted to take some seed and feed the ducks and geese that always seemed to be on the water. And Kate had hung back and watched her younger sister smiling delightedly as the geese honked and jostled for position, her nose wrinkling in delight, a soft smile on Kate’s own face. And then Newton Newton had tugged sharply on his lead. Startled Kate hadn’t been quick enough to stop him and Newton went barrelling forward like a little blur with a speed that Kate privately thought was quite impressive, towards the assembled birds. And Kate realised a little too late he was not going to correct his course. Eddie! Look- but it was too late Newton and shot between her legs, clipping one as he launched himself towards the birds, Edwina tumbling in soon after him with a startled Jesus Fuck! And there she sat, Edwina Sheffield, the face of Burberry, in a duck pond ,drenched as Newton paddled happily around her. And Kate couldn’t help but laugh. Loudly.

#bridgerton and sons #the sheffield sisters + newton #kate + newton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #edwina sheffield #edwina sharma #newton the corgi #molly's asks and answers

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blixeon · 3 years

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Ghost Hunting Headcanons/Phasmophobia AU with Douxie and fem!Reader

- A/N: I'm gonna be honest, I don't know anything about this kind of stuff and I'm writing based off of the sheer willpower of memes, what I've learned from playing Phasmophobia for a month and the power of inspiration to write odd hcs (and AUs apparently) at 1:30 am

Warnings: ghosties

You're both balls-y as hell and like to out dare and out do the other

"I'll give you free hot beverages from the café for a week if you stand in the basement alone, in complete darkness for 10 minutes"

"Don't tempt me Hisirdoux-"

You smirked before adding, "You know I'd do it anyways without the bribe~"

Douxie would raise an eyebrow at you in amusement, letting out a chuckle

You took up his offer and make your way to the basement

Low-key got bored and nodded off for a bit, lasting well over your 10 minutes of agreed upon time

Douxie starts getting worried when you don't come back up and makes his way down to look for you

"Y/N? Where'd you go, love?"

Since you'd only been nodding off and weren't completely out, you hear his voice and footsteps making his way down the stairs towards you and decide to take it upon yourself to give him a little spook

He lets out an alarmed yelp as you jump at him from the shadows

"Bleeding balroths! Y/n, don't do that to me-! I thought something happened to you.."

You let out a light chuckle but apologize for making him worry

It's dark in the abandoned house you're ghost hunting at, and you've got nothing but your flashlights to guide you along in your nightly quest (you'd both agreed it be more fun if magic was off limits)

You liked to hold onto Douxie's sleeve while exploring, not out of fear but just because it was nice knowing he was there

Douxie prefers that you hold onto his sleeve anyways, he'd much rather be prepared to break your no magic rule to protect you on the off chance that whatever you're out looking for wants to cause harm

Plus, it's comforting to him to know that you're close by and that he doesn't need to keep checking that you're still there since he can feel you tugging at his sleeve

He checks anyways

"I bet you won't take home that string doll we saw hanging from the doorway on the way in"

"Oh, do you now?"

Despite not being able to see eachother's facial expressions in the dark, you can both feel the grin radiating off the other's face

"Arch might make me burn it if I do"

"Everyone knows you can't burn haunted things and be rid of its evil"

"Fair enough. You'll have to remind me to pick it up on our way out then"

You and Douxie ended up going for impromptu ghost hunts so frequently it became sort of a nightly tradition

Douxie enjoys it more than he cares to admit, but it's mostly because he enjoys spending time with you on these not so traditional dates

You can tell he enjoys it and decide to put some money into a few pieces of proper equipment, even if it's just for fun

Most nights, the two of you never actually find anything, it's just fun to be out together past midnight, looking for ghosts in abandoned places

When you do see something, it's usually just goblins or shadow mephits

However, sometimes you get lucky and something supernatural sets off your gear

"Took the spirits bloody long enough!"

Heavy footsteps echo from the floor above, followed by some low but faint off-tune humming

Queue creepy whispering and heavy breathing down your neck that is most definitely not Douxie

"Please don't eat my ass demons"

Douxie's flashlight starts flickering, so does yours, signalling that the spirit is hunting

"Oh.... fuzz buckets-"

He quickly guides you to one of the rooms you passed earlier, one that still had a door attached to its hinges

You close the door behind the two of you and wait out the hunt in silence

You wait for what feels like forever before you confirm that you're in the clear

Douxie moves to open the door and peers out into the hall with his dim flashlight, pulling you along with him once he deems it safe

You guys are surprisingly deep into the house at this point and decide to head back for safe measures

The front door of the run down house is in sight at the end of the seemingly endless hallway, it looks impossibly far away. Maybe it's the light?

As you head towards the door, the floorboards creak just ahead of you and Douxie

A slim dark figure flashes in and out of view, making its way towards you two, long slender arms outstretched towards you

Douxie moves to put a protective arm around you and you can faintly see the tattoos on his arms light up under his hoodie

"Shall we make a break for it, darling?"

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as the two of you dash for the exit

On your way out you remember to grab the string doll hanging in the doorway, as a trophy of sorts for surviving the night

The two of you keep moving until you're a safe distance from the house before you stop

As your pace slows, you notice the faint glow of Douxie's tattoos fade away

"Now THAT is how you spend a Tuesday night"

He laughs at your enthusiasm, finding it rather charming how you react in the face of possible danger

Now out of the darkness of the house and outside in the light of the moon, it's much easier to make out the expressions on his face

Douxie stares back at you with adoration in his eyes as you do a twirl in the cool night air, your laughter forming a small cloud as it echos into the night

He makes his way over to you as you slow from your spinning, wobbling a little as dizziness clouds your head

"Whoa there, take it easy. Just because we escaped a possibly blood hungry demon does not mean that you're invincible" he says, steadying you on your feet

You let out a chuckle, "I suppose not"

Your spinning had lead you to the dead center of a moonlit clearing

Douxie pulls you in for a kiss, sealing the end of your ghost hunting adventures

For now that is.

Who knows what tomorrow night will bring~?

A/N: Sorry that turned into a half assed one shot lmao, it's a lot longer than I intended it to be too ^^; I hope it's alright though! I haven't written anything in ages, let alone an x reader lol

New weird headcanon that came completely out of pocket while writing this is that Douxie's tattoos light up when he's preforming certain spells O-O

#douxie x reader thoughts #douxie x reader #douxie #hisirdoux caserpan #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader headcanons #ghost hunting AU #Douxie x reader Phasmophobia AU #toa #tales of arcadia #wizards #3below #trollhunters #wizards: Tales of Arcadia #toa wizards #douxie x fem!reader #douxie x y/n #please don't eat my ass demons

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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[CN] Traveling with you - Lucien

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an event, 与你同游, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

This is an event for Chinese New Year, where you get to visit a Spring Festival Temple Fair with the love interests :>

Players are able to select the order in which they visit various locations, so they aren’t meant to be in chronological order!

Prologue: here

More: Gavin l Kiro l Shaw l Victor

🦋 TEXT 🦋

MC: Lucien, are you free this weekend?

Lucien: Of course I am.

Lucien: What’s happening?

MC: It isn’t anything major.

MC: I just wanted to ask if you’re interested in the Spring Festival Temple Fair this year.

Lucien: If it’s just a temple fair, I’d find it mediocre.

Lucien: But if it’s with you, I’d look forward to it very much.

MC: Shall we go to the temple fair together then?

Lucien: Of course we can.

Lucien: But I heard from ex-students that the activities in the temple fair aren’t very easy.

MC: That’s fine. With Professor Lucien around, nothing will be too difficult for us!

Lucien: Are there any preparations needed beforehand?

MC: Let me take a look... there will be food, games, and things to buy.

MC: All you have to bring is yourself.

MC: Ah, oh yes. There’ll probably be a lot of people there, so we must be careful not to lose sight of each other!

Lucien: In that case, remember to hold me tightly.

Lucien: Go to sleep. We’ll meet at the temple fair.

🦋 Location: Game Stall 🦋

Squeezing into the long line for pitch-pot, I make conversation with Lucien, wanting to fritter away the long wait.

[Note] Pitch-pot is a traditional East Asian game that requires players to throw sticks from a distance into a large canister!

MC: When did people play pitch-pot during the ancient times?

Lucien smoothens my hair which have been blown messy by the wind, answering me unhurriedly.

Lucien: During the ancient times, pitch-pot was a way for the owner of a house to liven things up when hosting guests. Afterwards, such a game for gentlemen slowly developed into a game and exercise for all.

As I chat with Lucien, we reach the end of the queue.

Holding the arrows, I’m at a slight loss.

Lucien: It’s all right, relax. Believe in yourself. Also, I'm by your side.

Gripping my right hand in his, his other hand wraps around my waist. Following his movements, I throw the arrow.

With a clatter, the arrow enters the canister smoothly.

I have a feeling that we’ll definitely toss many arrows into the canister today.

🦋 Location: Traditional Snacks Stall 🦋

MC: I never thought having too many snacks to choose from would be a bad thing...

Lucien: It’s the first time I’m seeing you unable to make your mind up about food.

MC: It’s mostly because my throat was a little dry and hoarse when I woke up this morning, and I think I have early signs of a flu.

With this, Lucien’s slightly warm palm covers my forehead, leaving after a touch.

Lucien: Right now, your temperature is normal. But it’s best not to eat overly spicy or oily food today. You could eat something to alleviate internal heat. For example... red bean soup?

The reddish soup is poured into a blue and white coloured bowl. I take a sip of the piping soup, and my eyes brighten-

The sweetness of the red bean soup brings with it a faint floral fragrance, seeping into my heart.

I take another sip impatiently, and end up getting scalded. I start huffing.

Lucien: Drink it slowly. There’s no hurry.

MC: It’s delicious! Lucien, come and give it a try too.

Lucien blinks, then takes a sip from the spoon I’m holding out to him.

Lucien: I never thought this bowl of red bean soup would be so sweet.

I’m left stunned, and my face suddenly feels warm.

Turns out that this small bowl of red bean soup could make me experience a sweet happiness.

🦋 Location: Firecrackers Stall 🦋

At the firecrackers stall, a young shop assistant is exerting his all to shout into the loudspeaker.

Amidst the noisy sounds from the loudspeaker, Lucien leans in close to my ear.

Lucien: Considering how you came straight to this place, is there a special firecracker that you want to try?

Shaping my hands into a loudspeaker, I lean in close to his ear.

MC: I do have such a tiny thought. Wait for me to find it!

After a short while of rifling through the various firecrackers, I find my target - a “Sky Money”.

I shoot a satisfied smile at Lucien.

MC: Instead of giving you flowers today, I’ll give you a “Sky Monkey”. In order for it to be set off even higher, may I invite this mister with a height advantage to raise the firecracker?

With my guidance, Lucien gladly accepts the random request to set off the “Sky Money” firecracker.

Lucien: So... why did you choose such a gift for me?

MC: Since I’ve taught you how to do it, you could set off firecrackers for me every year.

🦋 Location: New Year Handmade Items Stall 🦋

My footsteps pause at the booth where one can write Spring Festival couplets, and I pull Lucien to a stop.

Lucien: So what would you like me to write?

MC: “To know everything that’s being tested, to get everything correct even when blindfolded, and that I may pass all exams!” Thank you Professor Lucien!

Lucien: Is there a really difficult exam coming up?

MC: Not really. It’s just a well-wish. Next time, I could give it to the children in the orphanage, or to your students.

Lucien ponders for a moment.

Lucien: If we were to write it together, this luck might last longer.

Lucien places the brush into my hand, then encases my right hand in his palm, guiding me in writing.

The black characters on the red coloured paper are the well-wishes that I’ve requested for him to write.

MC: Now, I actually can’t bear to give it away...

Seeing me hold the Spring Festival couplets as though I’m cradling a baby, Lucien can’t help but smile.

Lucien: Be careful, the ink hasn’t dried yet.

MC: While waiting, why not write a more well-wishes? I might as well make a fortune out of this. The Spring Festival couplets that Professor Lucien writes personally will definitely be popular!

Lucien is stunned for a moment, setting down the pen in slight resignation.

Lucien: Since you’re using my name, shouldn’t you think of a return gift for me? There’s no rush for an answer. You could think about it slowly on the way home.

🦋 Location: Auspicious Stall 🦋

The auspicious booth has prepared a ladder for visitors to step on to retrieve slips of paper strung above our heads with red strings.

A few impatient young people have asked their partners to carry them on their backs in order to get them.

Looking at the actions of the couple in front of us, Lucien ponders for a moment, then quickly bends down in front of me.

Lucien: Get on.

MC: ?

Lucien: Are you worried that I won’t have the strength to carry you?

MC: Of course not! I’m afraid that I’d crush you!

Faced with a half-bent Lucien, I hesitate for a while before stepping towards him carefully.

Lucien: Have you decided on which slip of paper to retrieve?

MC: Ooh, let me take a look... At your one o-clock, take two steps forward. No no, two steps is too much considering your height. Take half a step back.

The slip that I pull down has a red “Small Blessings” written on it.

MC: Looks like my luck is still a little lacking.

Lucien: From another perspective, it’s only when you have “Small Blessings” that there’s space for improvement. This way, you can collect even more blessings.

MC: Do you want to get one too?

Lucien: No need. My blessing has long since belonged to me.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc lucien

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fatoujallovv · 3 years

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stay with me in heaven everyday

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

1.6k of ridiculously domestic fluff. that’s it that’s the fic

read on ao3 or under the cut!

it’s fragile in the morning hours.

the golden haze builds a comforting cocoon of time and space, surrounds the room with a blanket of warmth – the sounds soft, the shadows gentle.

it’s fragile but it’s kind, in the way a petal floats in the wind, translucent, delicate, beautiful.

eliott lies on his side, facing the window, lucas glued to his back. there’s a small arm tucked firmly around his waist, lucas’ warm, even breath tickles the back of his neck. it’s the type of morning that welcomes the glow of the rising sun right into his heart, warming him entirely. it’s a miracle, he thinks, that in all the worlds of darkness, he has found himself basking in endless light.

his mouth turns up lazily at the corners as he feels lucas’ hand release its hold. he begins to trace shapes across eliott’s back, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade as he spells out je t’aime across eliott’s spine.

“my miracle,” eliott hums as he flips over to face lucas.

“what’s that?”

“nothing, my love, just happy to be here. with you,” eliott smiles into a gentle kiss, “g’morning.”

“morning,” lucas replies, whisper soft, resuming his tracing – now along eliott’s cheekbone. he lets his eyes drift closed at the touch, lets lucas draw swirls and hearts all over his face, “how’d you sleep?”

“mmm... slept good,” eliott murmurs, an aggressive yawn bubbling to the surface.

“sure sounds like you did,” lucas chuckles.

eliott cracks open an eye to peer at his amused smile, “shut up, i’m just relaxed. you’re relaxing.”

“thanks,” lucas smiles, pulling him close, resting eliott’s very relaxed face on his chest, “you’re relaxing too, you dumb giraffe.”

eliott nestles his smile into lucas’ t-shirt, then, allowing lucas to gently play with his hair.

“feels like you’re doing live asmr with all this,” eliott giggles, “keep it up and i’m falling back asleep.”

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

“you aren’t so hard to look at yourself, you know.”

“no deflecting mister, time to face the facts. you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“i’m not deflecting, mister. to me, it’s you. you’re the most beautiful person in my world.”

“and you say i’m the hopeless romantic in this relationship,” eliott mumbles as he tucks his chin back into lucas’ chest.

“idiot,” lucas mumbles back.

and then silence engulfs them again. but this is the thing about mornings like these, the silence is neither harsh nor cold. it welcomes the sounds of the birds, cars, lucas’ heartbeat. it fills eliott’s heart with i love you’s and his mind with peace. he smooths the wrinkles of lucas’ shirt under his palm and smiles.

you make the silence alright. you make my mind a safer place to live.

the i love you he whispers into lucas’ collar doesn’t quite have the same weight as all the romantic sentiments swirling in his head, but it will have to do for now. lucas responds with a kiss to his forehead and a gentle i love you too, and all he wants is to live in this perfect morning forever.

—

he doesn’t recall drifting back to sleep in lucas’ arms, but the next thing he remembers is the tickle of a finger tracing down his nose, lucas’ lips following behind to press light kisses down from between his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, finally landing on his lips. he rolls onto his back, pulling lucas on top of him with a wide grin.

“promise to wake me up like that for the rest of our lives?”

“hmmm, i think i might be able to make that promise,” lucas giggles, “on one condition.”

“and what is that?”

“you have to promise i’ll always fall asleep in your arms.”

“alright,” eliott beams, holding out his hand for a pinky promise, “deal.”

when lucas links their pinkies, eliott tugs on his hand to pull him into a kiss. they keep smiling and laughing and yawning into it, but it’s perfect all the same. when lucas eventually pulls back, eliott can’t help staring. the warm sunlight spills over him like a dream, his smile lights up his whole face.

“so beautiful,” eliott muses.

lucas ducks his head, bashful and utterly adorable in eliott’s expert opinion.

“thank you,” lucas whispers.

“thank you?”

“i just… you say so many sweet things like that. and you aren’t just saying them to flatter me, you say them to say them. because you want to say them. and i don’t know, i never thought i’d be loved like that. so yeah, thank you. i love you. kind of a lot actually.”

eliott can’t imagine a soul on earth that would be capable of thinking lucas is anything less than a miracle. he pulls him down into a hug, mumbles an i love you too into his hair, pressing a kiss to the blush at the top of his ear.

i love you, i love you, i love you

—

eliott’s stomach has never growled so loud in his life.

“i guess it’s time we get our lazy asses up and have some breakfast, huh?” lucas laughs.

“guess so,” eliott grumbles, stretching his arms high above his head before pulling the covers up close to his chin, entirely contradicting his sentiment of getting up.

“c’mon,” lucas coaxes, sitting up and excavating eliott’s hand from under the covers to drag him up too, “time to eat, love of my life, my dearest eliott, most beautiful and talented man in the world.”

“you’re just trying to butter me up,” eliott chuckles.

“is it working?”

“try a little harder.”

lucas rolls his eyes as eliott nestles even more into the covers.

“my spectacular boyfriend, best filmmaker in all of france, reason i carry on in this mundane life, might you please grace me with your presence for breakfast?”

“alright,” eliott feigns exasperation, “if i must, my king, keeper of my heart, love of a thousand lifetimes.”

“shut up,” lucas laughs, leaving for the kitchen.

eliott finds him gathering ingredients for blueberry muffins on the counter. eliott reaches for the fridge to find some bacon to add to the mix, but lucas swats his hand away.

“ah ah ah, lover boy, no ‘helping’ today. i want normal, edible muffins, ok?” he punctuates the last word with a sweet kiss to his cheek and a smile. eliott laughs brightly, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender to go connect his phone to the speaker instead. maybe one day he’ll get to try out blueberry-bacon muffins.

lucas puts on an apron to start mixing up the batter, and he looks absolutely adorable, so eliott decides to indulge the master baker in some more palatable background music (at least to lucas’ standards, eliott sees nothing wrong with a little edm in the morning).

he queues some things then hits play, the first notes of should i stay or should i go coming through the speaker. lucas has begun adding the blueberries to the batter, and turns his head when eliott comes up to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“thank you,” lucas beams, “some good music for once.”

eliott giggles at that, stepping back to lean against the fridge and watch lucas at work. he stirs the batter, lines and fills the muffin tin, all while singing along and dancing like an idiot. a beautiful, angelic idiot, but still.

he puts the muffins in the oven right as the song ends. he turns around as somebody to love begins to play. eliott smiles at the thrilled look on his face and holds out a hand for lucas.

“shall we dance?” he giggles as lucas takes his hand and spins under his arm.

“mmm, that sounds nice,” lucas hums, pulling eliott close and starting to sway to the beat. they rock back and forth for a while, leaning their foreheads together, until lucas can’t help but burst into song. the dance slowly morphs from slow and sweet to pure chaos. they’re just bouncing all around the apartment, screaming the lyrics to each other, one song after another. thank god they live alone now, because otherwise, mika might have come out and drop kicked them into next week. the downstairs neighbors still may have a few choice words for them, but he can’t bring himself to care.

they dance and dance and dance, running around until they barely have enough breath to sing along. and suddenly, a burning smell.

“SHIT” lucas yells, staring at the oven before whipping his head back to gape at eliott.

“did you set a timer?” eliott asks, barely concealing a giggle. lucas starts to shake his head, and they both burst out laughing. lucas rushes to the oven, doubled over, rips the muffins out as eliott cackles behind him. help! by the beatles starts blasting from the speaker, which certainly doesn’t help their laughing fit as they stare down at the charred muffins.

“i think we better go out for a nice brunch date,” lucas chuckles, pulling a muffin out and hitting the charred blob against the table, “i think these might not be edible.”

“i think we can make that happen,” eliott grins.

“c’mon, let's get you dressed, demaury,” lucas smiles, dropping the burnt muffin to grab eliott’s hand, “i’m taking you on a date.”

#skam france #elu #elu fic #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #mystuff #mywriting

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ladylynse · 2 years

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Hello, I'm back XD XD Sorry, busy life, you know how it is. Well, where were we? XD XD god it took me a while to find the last message/replied that I have and I knew you replied. I saw it almost as soon as you post it but it was pretty late and later never arrived. Anyway.... DPXML. you said that it clear not normal if Danny just shrug off weirdness, and that's totally true. But for real with everything that he had to deal with in Amity, I'm not surprise if that's his reaction :) :) Well, keyboard thing, I think that creating shortcuts could also worked. But I assumed that will be problem for future you, good luck with it. (also what? XD XD but I guess, technology doesn't really like you, I'm sorry about that... ^^; ^^;) And yeah, I have only ask you about this crossover. And I agreed some people does have some very interesting ideas and combinations for those. It's very curious to see that variety. O.O O.O I like to believe many safe their ideas in a document in one moment or another rather than post it here. Although there are some who actually post those hoping would inspire someone else. In either way, for me would be write down those ideas in the first place. But each with their own, right? :D :D Have a good day :) :) -Le Fantôme anon

(re: this ask)

Ah, don't we all? Drop in any time you like, Anon, regardless of how much time has passed. If you call yourself the Le Fantôme anon, or pick a new anon name but mention that you were this anon, I'll remember you. (Sadly, you can't shorten it to LF anon and have me keep it straight, since I'm not sure if that person is still around, and I don't want to confuse you with them.)

I tag all my original posts with 'ladylynse', if that helps, so you can search that tag on my blog to screen out all the reblogs (at least ones that didn't originate with me). I usually remember to tag asks with 'asks'. That will make it a little easier to find something if you're going back to it after a bit! Faster than just scrolling through my blog, anyway, since I've got a queue set up all the time. (I can't remember if I would've tagged our last interaction with 'my writing' or not, but I might've.)

There's only so much weirdness Danny can take before he gets to that 'well this might as well happen' point. *grins*

I haven't caught up to future me yet. I shall see if it works then.

It's a fun crossover! I might still do something with it at some point. After I finish up some other fics. And probably after I really get down to writing that DP/ML fic because I'm still excited for that one even if I haven't been actively working on it; I have far too much planned out.

Exactly! Different strategies for different ideas, too, I find. I have posted stuff in the hopes that other people's excitement about it would inspire me to finish it, and sometimes that works for me! (Case in point: The Trouble with Ghosts. To be fair that was more a dead fic than an idea but still. You might be able to count this one, too, since I wrote more solely because of one of my tumblr friends.)

The only thing I've posted that other people have really picked up on and wrote themselves was that one anon's idea of the HP/DP twin au (as opposed to any of the bits of my own stuff). Which is not surprising because, like I said, I don't have a lot of my own stuff on here of that sort of thing. This is largely because a significant swath of my ideas are crossovers with at least one obscure fandom--or it's something I figure most people wouldn't be interested in because it's not a popular angle. (Judging by my grand total of four notes on this post, I'm not making wild assumptions.) So, it lives in my notes or in my head.

#ladylynse #asks #eh I'll toss in #my writing #since I do babble about that a bit

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