#i love you so much /p

[mister-ancunin]

pls tell me everything abt modern-professor!au viklix i heart them deeply

aaaa hi buck !! pulls up a color coded 200 million slide show presentation /j

I went a little overboard ദ്ദി(ᵕ—ᴗ—)

In this Modern!AU, Felix and Viktor both graduated from the University of Piltover at around the same age. Viktor studied in Engineering and Biotechnology while Felix studied in Engineering and Mathematics. Due to the partial overlap in interests, they met during University rather than after. 

The two of them took up respective roles at the University, where Viktor became the assistant dean to Heimerdinger and Felix took up a position as a department head. Teaching never occurred to either of them for a long while, not until Viktor started to ‘sit in’ on some of the lectures Heimerdinger himself taught.

I’m going to skip over the details purely because of how boring they are, but long story short, Viktor became one of the teaching staff. (Once Heimerdinger saw his very ridged academic schedule, he made the educated choice of extending an offer to Felix as well to counter it. Plus Felix was already very accustomed to the Engineering department due to his head position, so he could handle the additional role quite well.)

Because the two of them were once again in close proximity, Felix and Viktor simply picked up where they left off. They got a lot closer over time, turning into really good friends. At some point, they decided to move in with each other to avoid financial strain and because it seemed fun.

There was a period long after this move (approx 3 years now) that had Felix and Viktor questioning things. After living with each other for so long it was hard to tell if they were actually together or if this was still just something of convenience. (Honestly this is going to happen in every universe because they both suck at emotional communication. But I digress.)

It took the two of them some time before giving up and accepting the fact that this was clearly a relationship, one that they both enjoyed. They didn’t care to announce anything, since all their friends either already saw them as together or just assumed nothing had changed (since nothing really did besides their label). 

Now going back to what I said on my last Modern!AU post, I’m just gonna go more in depth.

Viktor’s classes required much more detail and overall structure due to how meticulous and specific they needed to be. It seemed to cause a bit of strain on his students, but he deemed it necessary. This made him quite infamous, and upperclassmen often warned the freshmen over his teaching styles.

Felix‘s classes were a lot more hands on, less use of textbooks and notes with more focus on actually experiencing what you’re doing. He normally worked along side the students and had his own fun during large projects, earning him a title as ‘the cool professor’. It was quite hard to find him in the classroom, mainly because he’s blending in with all his students. 

I decided to keep the aspects of Zaunites not having last names just because. The concept is very interesting. Anyways.

Viktor and Felix already don’t do anything ‘romantic’ in public unless it’s incredibly subtle (like brushing hands together, quick cheek kisses when no one’s looking, etc) so other staff and students believed they were simply coworkers.  

This also resulted in many students who were a part of Viktor’s curriculum often going to complain about him to Felix, since they both taught similar subjects. Bless my boy’s heart because he somehow managed to keep a straight face every single time. 

(Felix would also relay these complaints to his darling boyfriend. Viktor sometimes took them into account before adjusting his curriculum for the next quarter.)

The two of them were so stupidly lowkey about their relationship outside the house that nobody knew they were dating. That is, until a student walking to class saw Viktor coming to school with Felix. 

Felix was the first to be questioned, since he finds his students’ nosiness to be funny and is less scary than his beloved counterpart. He wasn’t too sure if Viktor wanted their relationship to be announced (they never fully talked about it) so he shrugged it off by saying they lived nearby and decided it would be cheaper—which wasn’t a lie.

Viktor was soon questioned as well since everyone knew Felix was full of shit—affectionately. He knew that Felix didn’t care if they were open about it or not, so he decided to shrug and say “Dating him for six years has its perks.”

He did start laughing at the shocked look on his students faces. 

Viklix’s relationship was one of those things that seemed so obvious that there was no way it was real. And yet here they were. Felix later confirmed this as well, leading many students who complained to him feeling immense embarrassment. 

Kind of unrelated but here are some other fun facts about viklix and their modern!AU:

⚙︎ Felix used to do his digital blueprints and art pieces on this really old iPad he had—not even able to remember how he got it in the first place. One winter his students had decided to collaborate and buy him a better one for Christmas (there were lots of happy tears)

⚙︎ Viktor eventually gave in and started wearing his glasses in class (BOTH of them, yes) after realizing it’s hard to teach with blurry vision 

⚙︎ Felix makes up a new story every year for how he lost his right arm. Viktor is obviously informed beforehand to back up these stupid stories

⚙︎ Viktor was the one who chose their shared apartment, and it’s very homey inside. Like you can tell it’s lived in and the residents are so happy with each other. He and Felix both aren’t too organized (“there’s a system!!!” and it’s a system only they can decipher), so you’ll see blueprints tossed around randomly, sticky notes all over the walls, and haphazardly stacked books with odd trinkets they’ve either bought or made. It’s just a a lot of wonderful chaos.

⚙︎ Felix saved up for a motorcycle since he was 16 and managed to buy one in his mid 20s (for reference he and Viktor are now mid/late 30s)!

⚙︎ Viktor does not wear his reading glasses or his day-to-day glasses outside of lectures/labs and being at home. He would rather die. (This isn’t different from their canon-compliant world but I just wanted to add it lmao) 

⚙︎ Sometimes Viklix co-teach lectures together if they’re working on similar units, much to Viktor’s students’ relief and Felix’s students’ dismay. 

⚙︎ Felix is on first name basis with all his students (due to the last name situation ). Viktor took a different approach and is only referred to as “Professor”. 

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

your artstyle and the way you draw captures my attention in such a perfect way. i've spent at least an hour just going through the blog and staring at each piece of art piece every now and then. the colors, the composition, the expressions- it's what i think i've always wanted my art to reflect? what you make is amazing, i know that. i always stop going down my dashboard for a good 5 minutes whenever a new lore post or just new thing that you've created with this blog appears. your work is enthralling to me and i think that fact won't ever be untrue that to say thank you for doing this and thank you for the amount of passion you've put into this! i appreciate it and i know that even if this slows down you're going to put your entire soul into whatever comes next, whether it be writing, art, or being silly. you're what made me start a pharmacy blog myself, honestly :)

oh my fucking god im actually crying like no joke im crying /pos

you have no idea how much this means to me, i've always doubted myself when it came to things like this. my art, writing, lore-making, i never thought it was good enough. to hear you say this makes me so so so happy in a way i cant explain. To see i've inspired someone this much is so unreal to me. Whoever you are, whatever pharmacy blog you are, I love you. You mean so much for even just writing this.

This made my day- week actually. Thank you tysm tysm im so giddy with joy and happiness right now i dont know what to say but, thank you !!! ^^

[waterghostype]

ocean blue how do you do

[rookanisstuff]

The Dellamortes

[chronalshifts]

i think a lot of people are calling viktor’s reaction to waking up changed and then almost immediately leaving for zaun unrealistic and like… yes it would be. for someone whose mind has not been affected by the hexcore. he speaks differently, he hears sky’s voice through its influence, he can no longer feel the cold, or the warmth of jayce’s hug. he walks away from jayce because he can no longer feel the affection that kept them together, and he sees no logical point in remaining when they have no common ground anymore. he might not be a machine externally, exactly, but his mind certainly isn’t human anymore.

[sad-leon]

UWAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH

THANK YOU ASDKFJASDF

disaster twins drabble~

for @sad-leon ... hugs !!!!!!!

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Leo stood in the door frame, a dark silhouette in the soft hallway light. Donnie glanced up from his phone, huddled under blankets and playing Metazooa, and lifted the corner in invitation.

"You good, fam?" Donnie asked, practiced, as Leo climbed into the echo chamber of warmth with him and immediately stuck fucking ice cold feet to his shins, just to make Donnie hiss.

"I'm great." Leo said, audibly a lie because there was a wobble in his voice.

"Yes. And I am from the macrolepidopteran suborder clade rhopalocera." Donnie replied, sarcastically.

"Oh my god, nevermind, I shouldn't have come." Leo said, as he physically wormed closer to his twin and stuck his equally freezing nose into Donnie's shoulder.

Donnie hissed again, flinching at the sharp temperature contrast. "Why are you so cold?"

"Outside." Leo muttered, wiggling as he pulled back enough to dig his phone out of his pocket. The screen lit up his face and he started typing.

Donnie sighed, resigned to losing all his warmth to his ridiculous turtle he called his twin. "Why the hell were you outside in the middle of the night?"

"Dunno." Leo hummed at whatever was on his phone then tucked it back away. He rubbed his calves together like a cricket. "Why are you still awake?"

"Dunno." Donnie replied back, mocking his tone of voice. The way Leo was pulled away from him was letting all the heat out, so he pulled him close again to press all the stupid cold parts against him.

A moment of hesitation, before Leo's freezing hands clung around Donnie's back, holding on so tightly it oofed the breath from Donnie's lungs.

"Come here first next time." Donnie whispered.

"I didn't wanna bother you." Leo replied, muffled between pillows and blankets and dark room and the slow reheat of a cold turtle.

"Scoff." Donnie crushed him, like it might fix him. A small squeak from the back of Leo's throat. "Since when?"

"D." Leo said, simply. Unstable. Cold. Freezing.

"It is a privilege to be bothered by you." Donnie said.

Leo shuddered and pressed closer. Donnie held on tight.

"A butterfly." Leo rasped.

"What?"

"That's what you said. I googled it. You're a butterfly. A big purple one, I bet."

Donnie chuckled, inexplicably pleased that Leo had cared enough to even look. "Yeah. That's right."

"You'd be one sick ass butterfly, D."

"I know."

It was stupid. Donnie smiled against the side of Leo's head as he hugged him as close as he could. The temperature evened out between them.

[skimmeh]

I redrew a scene from episode 5 as fake film screenshots

I'm so normal over them

Close ups and without subtitles ↓

[spacespore]

i drew this freak!!!!!

[kyurochurro]

mad day out!! 🎶☀️

reference image :°D

[stellewriites]

Hii! Can you do ghoap x reader fluff? Like cuddles with mild flirting (from soap, obviously) and like soap is the little spoon, because in return he gets head scratches in return, reader in the middle, and Simon as the big spoon just pressing his face into the crook of readers neck?

Would rlly apreciate it <3

-🌑

i loved this idea when i read it and then proceeded to take far too long to actually answer it lmao BUT!! here it is,, ghoap x fem!reader fluff - ty for the request 💓

you picked up the cheap jar of pasta sauce and compared it to the branded version stacked next to it. as far as you could tell, the ingredients were the same and the little veg chunks included weren’t any smaller.

you nodded to yourself. it was decided, you weren’t paying two quid extra just for a name, fuck dolmio.

you looked higher to the top shelf and frowned when you saw the pasta had been pushed away from the edge and you’d be unable to reach it on your own.

“need a hand, dove?”

you turned to see a handsome man with a mohawk beelining towards you, his eyes tracing your frame with hot familiarity. without waiting for your response, he bullied his way into your space to reach over you for the pasta. barely stepping back, he handed you the pack and looked you up and down.

“thanks, stranger,” you said, holding back a laugh at his amused smile. you saw the moment he decided to play along.

“pretty skirt,” he said and nodded down to your bare legs peeking out beneath the denim.

“hm, my boyfriend got me it,” you said, a little teasingly.

“oh? and this boyfriend, he’s left ye all alone to do the shoppin’ has he?”

“no, he’ll be back soon. and he’s kinda protective, won’t be happy seeing me talking to other guys,” you said trying not to smile.

“ah’m no’ scared,” he scoffed, his own smile breaking out as he looked around the aisle eagerly for the aforementioned boyfriend.

“i don’t know, he’s pretty big and strong, wears a scary mask,” you said.

“aye? reminds me o’ my boyfriend,” he said and you finally giggled, leaning in to kiss him and giving up playing pretend.

“dove, they got their tiger bread in stock again,” simon said as he rounded the corner of the aisle and interrupting your kiss. “i ha’n’t ‘ad this in ages.” simon barely paused at the unexpected appearance of johnny, his eyes turning up in the corners as he smiled under his mask. “johnny, look, tiger bread.”

“yeah, i seen, si,” johnny said fondly, crowding you back against the trolley. “only getting the one loaf?”

simon paused. “hm. you’re right.”

you snorted as he dropped the bread into the trolley before heading back to the bakery section and leaving the pair of you alone again.

“work was a fookin’ drag, dove, cannae stand all this paperwork they’re keepin’ me busy with,” johnny groaned into your temple. you petted his arm consolingly before turning back to your list and shopping trolley.

“you were injured less than a month back, john, you can’t have been expecting to be back in the field so soon?” you hummed as you continued shopping with johnny leant over your back.

his silence spoke volumes.

you shook your head as you made your way through the store and waved simon over as you passed him by, hoping he hadn’t harassed the bakery staff into making more tiger loaves last minute for him. the absolute fiend.

“wha’s wrong with him?” simon asked as he got back, hands full as he nodded to johnny’s slumped frame. you refrained from asking simon if you really needed three tiger breads and instead nudged your other boyfriend up from your shoulder.

“he’s bored,” you said easily, grinning when johnny pulled back properly to send you a betrayed look.

“fuck’s sake. c’mere,” simon huffed before dipping down to kiss him, chuffing a laugh as johnny sputtered at the woollen texture of the mask in between them. “you’ll be back in no time. just behave or it’ll be longer.”

“ye sound like cap,” johnny grimaced. he wiped a hand down his tired face. “when are we goin’ home, hm? fuckin’ knackered, could do with a nap before dinner.”

“y’drive ‘ere?” ghost asked while you grabbed a box of eggs, checking for any cracked inside.

“aye.”

“then you can leave whenever,” ghost said flatly, though the glint of his eyes in the overhead lights betrayed his amusement at johnny’s plight.

johnny pouted.

“yer cruel, si. tell him, dove, he’s heartless,” johnny bemoaned dramatically.

“you’re cruel and heartless, simon, would you prefer strawberry jam or raspberry for a change?”

“could be a treat,” ghost conceded.

johnny groaned at the both of you, pinching your hip when you laughed.

“you both know i cannae sleep without someone’s arms around me,” he huffed, turning his big puppy eyes on you both.

you caved immediately.

“aw poor baby,” you cooed, biting your lip when you saw simon roll his eyes. “let’s get this done quick then, yeah? go grab the burgers we like from the frozen section and that ice cream we got a couple weeks back.”

“yes, ma’am.” johnny jogged off.

“si, can i trust you not to make your way back to the bakery if i give you a list of items to grab?”

“no,” he admitted without shame. “i saw the lad in the back prepping more for tomorrow, think i could convince ‘im to cook ‘em now for me if given the time.”

“right. hand holding it is as we find the toiletries then. ‘s like herding cats with you two.”

simon hummed, his eyes trained on the section you knew the bakery to be hidden in.

—

once home, johnny packed away the majority of your shopping in record time, snatching the jam from simon’s hands and almost throwing it onto the work top before plying his mask up one handed and dragging him down into a rough kiss with the other. you watched, amused, with raised eyebrows as johnny dragged him back towards the bedroom desperately, waving a hand at you and gasping out a needy, “dove, c’mon, stop fucking around,” in between wet kisses.

you didn’t need to be told twice before attaching your hands onto simon’s thick waist from behind, guiding them from bumping into any furniture or walls as they stumbled blind to the bedroom.

johnny pulled back with a dopey smile and pushed simon none too gently onto the bed. you took advantage of his lowered height and pulled off his mask completely, rubbing a gentle hand over his buzz cut hair and down to his jaw. you leant in for a soft peck before feeling johnny’s hands and arms wrap around your soft stomach.

he clung to you, nuzzling at your cheek over your shoulder until you turned in his arms to share your attention.

you heard the bed creak as simon settled further up the bed as johnny kissed you. you shuffled back, parting from johnny just long enough to get your bearings and climb onto the bed, simon’s hands moving to guide you back as johnny hummed against your lips.

you flopped back into simon’s arms, got comfortable as he wrapped you up and held you tight against him.

johnny sighed in relief at the sight and shuffled down so he could rest his head on your chest.

you gathered him close and laughed when he started whining when your hands stayed on his shoulders.

“so needy johnny, have you ever heard the phrase ‘patience is a virtue’?” you teased as you started to run your nails through his hair, lightly scratching until he sighed and dropped his body weight against you and simon.

“too t’red,” he mumbled.

simon lifted his warm hand from your hip and draped it heavily over the back of johnny’s neck, keeping him close. soon enough, the scot was snoring.

you tried not to laugh, your chest bouncing johnny with your muffled chuckles. “i think that might be a record.”

“tired lamb,” simon said condescendingly, but he rubbed his thumb lovingly over the soft skin behind johnny’s ear.

“don’t be mean.” you grinned back at him.

simon hummed and rested his head into the crook of your neck, tucking you in closer with the arm still wrapped underneath your waist. “not bein’ mean.”

he nipped at your neck, a soft nibble that had you gasping and clenching your thick thighs around the one johnny had slipped inbetween.

“prick,” you huffed without malice when he stopped and let out a long tired breath in your ear. he hummed with closed eyes, clearly not listening.

you chuffed a laugh into johnny’s hair. the low thrum of arousal simon had brought on was easy enough to ignore but you’d have rather he’d finished what he started. instead, you tucked your cold toes between his large calves behind you in penance and tugged johnny even closer, enough to smother him. with your arse perched perfectly in simon’s lap and johnny nestled close to his second favourite place on your body, you were sure they’d give you what you were after once their nap is over. you closed your eyes with a smile; you could wait for them to get their energy up, and you loved your puppy piles just as much as they did.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

that just confirmed what i already knew which is that i never ever ever want to see them kiss like even that was way too much for me i kept saying “ew” and covering the screen. girl back tf up. their faces should never be that close together on god’s internet.

[hwanwooyoung]

[250130] Gayo Daejejeon :: pocket locket (cover) :: Yuna

[n1ghteeea]

Kisses for Junior!! (teen Leo has no idea how to be a dad so he’s just doing his best)

Video under the cut!!

[woolysstuff]

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

Evil!Sun my beloved (Edit// This Evil!Sun is from TSAMS and is not an AU of mine guys)

Bonus doodle

[kkyos]

"You are small"

"Compared to you it's difficult to not to"

"Dont worry I find it cute"

[parkersbliss]

Hi hi!! i love ur writing it’s so comforting like a cup of cocoa! I had this random idea where the reader is like “man i want kisses” referring to the chocolate and keegan’s in the vicinity and is like “Yeah? C’mere” and theyre not rly together but theyre rly close friends who secretly have a thing for each other but they’re both oblivious and keegan just likes throwing teases👉👈

oh my god I love you??? and yes, yes, yes!!! I LOVE MY HUSBAND RAHHH

IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES

PAIRING: KEEGAN RUSS x F!Reader WARNINGS: none, just a bit angsty, passive suicidal thoughts if you squint?? A/N: not sure how this is both fluff and angst guys but I love him

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Keegan was, in all honesty, a simple kind of guy. There was little to be known about him and little to be revealed. He was quiet and stoic, but not in a rude way. In fact, you’re sure you’ve never met someone as kind and thoughtful as him. The words he didn’t speak were revealed in his actions. So, if he didn’t say that he thought highly of you, it was obvious in the little nods he gave you during missions. If he didn’t say he cared for you, you could tell by the way he always checked over his shoulder for you. And if he never said I love you, it was certainly questionable by the hand at the small of your back or the lingering looks from across the room. 

Yes, Keegan was a simple kind of guy, but your relationship was not. 

Then again, wouldn’t it be kind of selfish to be concerned about minuscule things like that when you were literally living in a war zone? That’s what you told yourself when his arm slung around you on the couch. It was resting on the sofa, barely touching you, not even pulling you closer but a silent nudge of possessiveness. 

A relationship with Keegan didn’t matter if America was blown up. Again. 

You turn the slightest bit to get a good look at him as he chats idly with Merrick about something. He’s a good friend. 

That’s all. 

They’re talking about food or lack of it — the special things that is. When ODIN struck and destroyed the West Coast, it didn’t leave room for disagreement. There were no family-owned restaurants, local coffee shops, or candy corner stores anymore. People were too busy fighting for their lives or relocating themselves to the East. Not that you ate very well being part of a task force. You ate some MREs when in the field and whatever scraps they had back on base. 

“All this food talk is making me hungry,” Merrick said, pushing himself off the couch. “Y’all want anything?”

“You mean the various dehydrated and freeze-dried things in the pantry?” You asked, referencing the conversation they were just having. 

Merrick laughs. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Then pass.”

He walks into the kitchen, leaving you and Keegan on the couch. 

He shifts to face you. “What do you miss most?”

You sigh, thinking back to all the flavors and sensations of good food. The twinge of pineapple lingering in your mouth, the deep umami of a good Japanese soup, the delicate sweetness of a French pastry. ODIN made you yearn deeply for things you had previously overlooked. It wasn’t just food. It was family, friendships, driving down the California coast, and late-night ball games. All of it is irreplaceably gone. Then there was Keegan, who took away all that yearning, that desire from decades ago, and molded it into some long-lasting nostalgia. With him, the only thing you cared for was him against you. A hand on your back, a lingering of lips on your forehead. Forget the food, the people, the things that made human life alive. Keegan did that just fine for you. “I miss a lot of things,” You finally said. 

He nods, fingers drumming against the leather of the sofa. “I miss Chicago deep-dish pizza.”

“That’s really specific.” 

“Yeah,” He agrees. “Well, I grew up there — the suburbs.” He’s got this look in his eyes and you can practically see the memories replaying in his mind. His lip twitches upward slightly, a smile. “It was like a Friday night staple after school. Cruise on over, grab a slice or a whole pie.” 

“I’ve never had it,” You admitted with a shy smile. “Like real authentic deep dish.” 

“Really?” Keegan asked. 

“Yeah. There wasn’t much around me, growing up like restaurants. And it was too much of a hassle to drive into the city for it.” 

His fingers brush your shoulder, tentatively before jerking back. “If we ever make it to the East Coast or something, I’ll find somewhere to take you.” 

“And if I don’t like it?” 

“You will.” 

You go to respond but then Merrick is yelling from the kitchen, asking where the salt is. You push off the couch, feet padding across the tile. “Here,” You said, opening up a cabinet and handing him the shaker. 

He has an embarrassed look on his face, probably just having overlooked it. “Thanks.” 

“No problem.” In the corner of your eye, you see it. A familiar brown container of Hershey’s cocoa powder. God, what would you do for chocolate again? Your mind spins with familiar memories that were a lifetime ago now. 

Your family celebrating a birthday with a chocolate cake. Layers of frosting greeted with a soft, pliant, cake that was the perfect blend of cocoa. 

The warm mug of hot cocoa, steaming in your hands as you continue to drink it anyway as your sibling giggles. 

Past Valentine’s Day accompanied by heart boxes of exotic chocolate. The boy didn’t last, but the chocolate did.

The stocking above the fireplace was filled with Hershey's kisses an hour before gifts took place so they wouldn’t melt. A family tradition you had forgotten about. Mind lost to war, torment, and other memories that you didn’t want to hold. 

You turn to see Keegan on the couch, an answer to his previous question finally forming in your head. “Kisses,” You blurted. “I want kisses.” 

Keegan’s brows shoot up. His head tilts, soft black hair falling over his forehead. Were you asking him to help? He wasn’t mad about that, really. Honestly, his heart had probably jumped up 10 beats, his pacemaker cells firing a little faster. He didn’t know what that meant, didn’t want to. He was comfortable with how things were, how you were. Always the girl to cover his six, always the person he’d want to. Perhaps the only person he really trusted. Was it years of friendships or something more that caused that? He wasn’t sure and he didn’t care to go investigating the answer. 

Keegan was simple. He liked your smile, he liked the giggles that would spill from your lips, the way your eyes sparkled and burned with a fire no one could extinguish. He did things that would cause those small instances to happen. So ifgiving you kisses would produce a smile, a giggle, well why not? 

“Okay,” he said slowly. “C’mere then.” 

You don’t. You stand there, lips parted as you try to process his words. There’s a stillness in the room, more prominent than when you were holding a sniper in your hand. Something that’s warning you to back off and yet urging you to step closer. 

Your feet move themselves, eventually, carrying you to the spot next to Keegan. Familiar irises of topaz search yours, a hand on the couch perching on your shoulder. The heat radiates off of it, converting itself into a blossoming warmth in your cheeks. 

He’s not moving forward, you’re not moving back. 

Friends. 

What bullshit that’s always been. 

“The chocolate,” you whispered. “I meant the chocolate.” 

His hand inches closer to your face. “Oh, yeah?” He’s being an asshole, cocky, watching the way your breathing stutters. “We don’t have such luxuries anymore.” 

“I know,” you breathed. 

“Don’t really have much else to offer,” He said, hand coming to your cheek as he swipes across it. 

He’s not talking about chocolate or food. You know what this is truly about. There wasn’t much left for either of you to offer each other. There was no promise to stay together in a war-wrecked world, no guarantee you could wake up the next day, no rings to signify a marriage. 

No chocolate kisses on Valentine’s Day, or expensive vacations for anniversaries. 

All you had was each other. 

“It’s enough,” You assure him, grabbing his other hand. “I don’t need anything else.” 

He inches closer. “And if tomorrow never comes?” 

Tomorrow could be damned if it meant one moment with Keegan. None of it mattered if you had him. If his hand held yours, his lips tasted you, his warmth against your chest. 

You didn’t need tomorrow. 

“All I need is today.” 

His lips solace, safety, refuge on yours. He’s exactly how you imagined he would be. A surge of electricity rushing through you, a spark of life, a reason to keep going. Your other hand grabs his head, pushing him closer. There’s no questioning tomorrow as long as he stays right here. You didn’t need to question anything when your mind was consumed only by Keegan, and his body slotted against your, hands everywhere and nowhere. He’s feverish, kissing you like there is no tomorrow. 

Because, truthfully, there might not be. 

So consider his lips a promise, that if there wasn’t tomorrow, he loved you today. 

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