#still one of the most adorable moment of the night

[myonexox]

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pairing : husband!sunghoon x female!reader

synopsis : you and sunghoon are a newlywed couple. you're on a flight back from your honeymoon.

word count : 1k

the airplane hummed softly as it soared through the night sky. the quiet murmur of passengers filled the background but all you could focus on was the warmth of your husband beside you. sunghoon was fast asleep, his head slightly tilted toward you, his breath slow and even. the soft glow from the overhead light cast delicate shadows on his face, highlighting his breathtaking features.

your eyes landed on his eyebrows first. thick and well-shaped, resting in a slight furrow even in sleep. they framed his face so perfectly, adding depth to his already stunning expression. how many times had you admired them before? yet every time, they captivated you anew.

then your gaze dropped to his delicate eyelashes. they fanned over his cheeks, brushing against his smooth skin. you had always been envious of them. naturally curled, so effortlessly beautiful. every time he blinked, they fluttered in a way that slowed time itself. you often found yourself staring at them even when he was awake, hypnotized by their gentle movement.

your eyes moved lower, catching sight of the tiny mole adorning his nose. it was just a small detail, something others might not even notice but to you, it was a mark of perfection. you had memorized its placement, your fingers tracing it absentmindedly whenever you cupped his face. it was uniquely his and you adored it.

his nose. straight and elegant with a slight upturn at the tip had its own charm. you loved the way it scrunched ever so slightly when he was deep in thought or how it flared subtly when he was flustered. every little nuance, every habit, every expression of his was something that made your heart swell with love.

and then his lips. full, soft, slightly parted. they held the sweetest memories. your first kiss, the gentle pecks he pressed against your forehead. his lips had always been warm.

a small smile tugged at your lips as you sighed softly. it had only been a few weeks since you had married him yet every day still felt like a dream. waking up to him, feeling his arms wrap around you instinctively in his sleep, hearing the soft murmur of his voice in the morning. it was still surreal.

marriage had always seemed like something in the far off future, something you'd one day experience but never quite imagined so soon. but when sunghoon had stood at the end of that aisle, his eyes brimming with love, you knew, without a doubt that there was no one else you would rather spend eternity with.

the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of happiness. stolen kisses, shared laughter and whispered "i love you" in the quiet spaces between moments. you still couldn't believe that you were the one who got to love him for the rest of your life, that you got to call him yours. the depth of love you felt for him was overwhelming at times but it was the most beautiful feeling you had ever known.

your eyes wandered to his hand resting between you. his fingers were curled into a loose fist, his knuckles relaxed. you tilted your head slightly, charmed by how childlike he looked even in sleep. the way he fisted his hand was so endearing that you let out a small, breathy laugh.

slowly, you reached out, brushing your fingers against his before carefully unfisting his hand. his fingers uncurled one by one under your touch, his palm opening completely in your grasp. you traced the delicate lines of his palm, running your fingertips along the creases before pressing your own palm against his. his hand was larger and warm yet when your fingers intertwined, they fit together so perfectly. like your fingers were made for each other.

you playfully fisted his hand back, watching as his fingers folded into his palm again. then you straightened them, curling them in different directions, tapping the tips, pressing them down, intertwining them with yours, repeating the process all over again. it was silly, maybe even childish but it filled your heart with warmth and joy.

unbeknownst to you, sunghoon had woken up the moment you started playing with his fingers. at first, he thought of opening his eyes to tease you about it but as he felt your touch, he decided to stay still. there was something so intimate about the way you traced his fingers as if you were trying to memorize every ridge and curve. it made his heart melt in a way he couldn't describe.

but when your hand stilled, your breathing evening out as sleep took over, he finally opened his eyes. his gaze softened as it landed on you, his beautiful wife, sleeping so peacefully beside him.

his eyes traced your features, admiration flooding his heart. your eyebrows, so soft and delicate framed your face in a way that made you look ethereal. then his gaze dropped to your eyelashes resting gently against your cheeks. he had always loved your eyes and the way they sparkled when you laughed.

and your lips. slightly parted just like his had been. he knew those lips better than anything else. the way they curved when you smiled, the way they trembled when you cried, the way they felt against his when you kissed.

a soft breath escaped him as he smiled. even now, he still couldn't believe that you were his. that he got to wake up next to you every morning, that he got to hold you close whenever the world felt overwhelming, that he got to spend forever with you.

marriage had been an unfamiliar concept to him before, something he never fully grasped until you. but now, it was the most natural thing in the world. you were his home, his safe place, his greatest love. and he would spend the rest of his life making sure you knew that.

he could have watched you sleep for hours, memorizing every delicate feature, every peaceful breath, every tiny shift in expression. but instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered the words he would never tire of saying.

"i love you baby"

then with the gentlest touch, he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek.

[insidekatmind]

High p1- Pope Heyward

You had always been the quieter one in the group. You and Pope, two of the most withdrawn people. He had always kept his distance, and you, being the new person, didn’t know just how much you could really connect with everyone yet. You didn’t smoke or drink much—just a little here and there, but nothing too crazy. Pope was the same. You both had your own quiet worlds, separate from the noise of the party.

Kiara, the girl who seemed to light up the whole group, had always been the one Pope adored. You could tell, even if he never said it out loud. But something had shifted in him recently, something you couldn’t quite figure out. He didn’t look at her the same way anymore. It was like there was some invisible wall between them, and neither of them could break it down.

One evening, everyone gathered around the usual bonfire. It was dark, the flames crackling, and the air was filled with the familiar hum of laughter and conversation. But Pope wasn’t there. He hadn’t shown up. You were left to the sidelines, unsure if you should be a part of the chaos or just remain a quiet observer.

JJ, always the one to get people involved, noticed you sitting alone and, with a mischievous grin, offered you some weed. Normally, you would’ve turned him down, but that night was different. Maybe it was the loneliness, maybe it was the pressure of fitting in. You didn’t even think twice before you agreed. The moment it hit you, everything felt different. The laughter around you was louder, everything seemed funnier, and the world took on a hazy glow. You were completely high, acting silly and laughing at things that made no sense at all. You felt light, free, and for the first time, you weren’t holding back.

Then, like a ghost out of the past, Pope showed up late. He had his usual look of calm composure, his hoodie and jeans, like he didn’t care about the chaos around him. But when he saw you, something flickered in his eyes. His gaze shifted from the group to you, and the shock was visible on his face. You were completely out of it, giggling uncontrollably at something someone had said, completely unaware of how absurd you must have looked.

Pope didn’t say anything at first. He just walked over to you, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. You, still caught in the high, gave him a goofy grin.

“Didn’t think you were the type to join in on this kind of fun,” Pope said, his voice dry but not unkind. There was a hint of mockery in it, but it was warm, almost teasing, like he was trying to gauge if you were still the same person he thought he knew. “Didn’t expect you to be the party animal.”

You snickered, barely able to form a coherent sentence. "I… I didn’t expect it either… but… it’s not so bad," you managed, your voice a little too high-pitched as you laughed.

Pope chuckled softly, shaking his head, but there was a flicker of something else behind his eyes. Maybe it was amusement, or maybe a touch of sadness—something you couldn’t quite read.

You smiled amusedly as you twirled around while showing off your little white dress. Pope's eyes followed your every movement, watching as you twirled around in your little white dress. He had to admit, it looked great on you, and he was struck once again by how different you were when you were like this—giggly, carefree, so unlike your usual quiet, reserved self.Pope felt a pang in his heart, a sudden realization of just how much he loved your laugh, the way you seemed blissfully carefree. He found himself wondering just how often he *got* to see you like this.

You giggle, stopping by touching your head because it was spinning. "Pope, it's beautiful, it turns everything around" you say amused.

Pope watched as you stopped giggling for a moment, touched your head as if you were dizzy. Pope couldn't help but chuckles a little as he said, "Well, that's what weed does to you, it makes the world look a lot prettier."He took a step closer to you and leaned against a tree, his eyes still locked on you. "You're having a lot of fun, huh?" he asked, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You lean into him, laughing and resting your head on his chest. You were so short compared to him. Pope's eyes widened when you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest. The sudden closeness caught him off guard, but he found himself quite enjoying it. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand resting against the small of your back, just holding you there."You're awfully giggly tonight," he said, his voice a little lower, his tone a little softer. "Can you even walk straight?"

Smile amused. “No I don’t think so” you murmur into his chest. Pope chuckled, feeling your words against his chest. You were so honest, so open when you were high. It was almost endearing. He kept his arm firmly around you, supporting your weight as if you were going to fall over at any moment.“Well, that’s not good,” he teased. “How am I supposed to get you home in this state?”

You look at him with your cute little doe eyes. "I don't want to go home, I want to have fun" you say placing your hands on his shoulders. Pope looked down at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection. Your cute little doe eyes were looking up at him with a pleading expression, and he was struggling to resist the urge to give in to whatever you wanted."You’re going to regret this tomorrow, you know" he said, his voice a mix of warning and humor. "But fine, let’s have fun… within reason."

You smile sweetly and hug him. “Thank you, thank you,” you say enthusiastically. Pope let out a sigh, pretending to be exasperated, but in truth, he was finding it all quite endearing. You were all over the place, and he couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it.

“You’re welcome,” he said, returning your hug and giving you a small smile. “But no more weed for you, okay?”You giggle in amusement in his embrace. “We’ll see,” you hum and try to drag him to the lounge chair.

Pope couldn’t help but chuckle at your determination despite your current state. He let you drag him by the hand towards the lounge chair, his mind a mix of worry and amusement.“Hey, take it easy,” he cautioned, sitting down on the lounge chair and pulling you to sit on his lap.

You smile and lean into him putting your arms around his shoulders as you look up at the stars. Pope's heart skipped a beat as you leaned into him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He could feel your warmth against his chest, and he instinctively placed an arm around your waist to stabilize you.

Pope followed your gaze upwards, looking at the stars that were twinkling in the night sky. He couldn't help but smile at your fascination, your face glowing under the starlight."You really like the stars, don't you?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur against your ear.

You turn and look at him and nod, smiling softly. "Yes". Pope was caught off guard by the sudden shift in your attention, your smile and the look in your eyes. In that moment, he forgot all the reasons he was trying to keep his distance, all the reasons he was trying not to get too close.

He found himself looking at you, his gaze roaming over your face as if he was seeing you for the first time. In the soft light of the stars, you looked softer, more vulnerable—yet undeniably lovely.“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

You smile softly while blushing. "Thanks, you too" Pope's heart skipped a beat, his mind trying to process what had just happened. Did you just call him beautiful? He was caught off guard, a mixture of surprise and disbelief on his face.

He was used to being the one to express admiration, to give compliments, not receive them. But there was something about your sincerity, your gentle voice as you said the words, that made him feel fluttery, as if his heart was in his throat.“You really mean that?” Pope asked, his voice a little hoarse.

You nod, smiling softly and hugging him. Pope felt a warmth spread through him as you nodded and hugged him. He held you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective yet tender embrace.“You really are something else,” he said, the words coming out a little gruff as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Pope could feel your heart beating against his chest, and he realized how much he liked having you like this, close, vulnerable, in his arms.

They sat like this for a moment, your head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. The sounds of the party around them faded into background noise as they were lost in their own little world.Pope took a deep breath, the scent of your hair filling his nostrils, the feeling of your body against his strangely comfortable. He found himself looking down at you, his eyes tracing your features.“You know, I’ve never seen you like this before,” he said quietly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You look up at him with those big doe eyes, your expression a mix of innocence and vulnerability. In that moment, you were the complete opposite of the quiet persona he knew. You were open, carefree, uninhibited—and it was utterly captivating.Pope found himself struggling to keep his thoughts straight. He had to remind himself that you were high, that you weren’t your usual self. But it was impossible to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest, the way his body ached to pull you closer.

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, but the words that came out were a little huskier than intended.“You’re so…” he trailed off, struggling to find the right word to describe how you were making him feel in this moment. “Free.”

You smile softly at his words and look at his lips. Pope felt a tingle go through his body as he noticed your gaze drifting to his lips. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe, his heart rate increasing at the unspoken implication.He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to your face, his own gaze lingering on your lips. The idea of closing the gap between them suddenly seemed incredibly appealing, but he forced himself to resist. You were high, he reminded himself. He couldn’t take advantage of you in this state.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said quietly, his voice a little strangled.No matter how much he was struggling to keep his composure, there was no denying the desire that was building within him. The way you were looking at him, the way that your body was pressed against his, it was driving him wild.

"Why not?" You whisper softly. Pope felt his resolve crumbling, your soft whisper and the way you were looking at him stirring something within him that he couldn’t ignore. He wanted—no, needed—to touch you, to pull you even closer than you already were.

He swallowed, his throat becoming dry. “You know why,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re high. I can’t… I shouldn’t—”

You silence him by kissing him softly.

Continue…

[4linos]

[girl dad!changbin soft thoughts]

wc: 575. part 3/8. fluff.

- when your little one wakes up in the middle of the night, changbin is there with the softest, most relaxing voice. he’ll rock her back to sleep while singing a lullaby or murmuring sweet words in her ear. there’s something tender about the way he talks to her, almost as if he's trying to reassure both of them. he enjoys the quiet moment of holding her in his arms while the rest of the world sleeps.

- changbin loves carrying your baby in a baby carrier. whether you’re running errands or just walking around the house, your baby is peacefully snoozing or looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. he’ll often kiss her little forehead or make funny faces to make her smile, and the two of them share quiet, precious moments like that, hands-free but totally connected.

- when your daughter is learning to walk, changbin is always standing a few steps away, arms spread and ready to catch her if she stumbles. every step she takes, he cheers, clapping his hands and saying, "that’s my girl! you did it!" he’s as proud as she is, and it's obvious how much he loves seeing her grow.

- changbin’s the one who wakes her up in the morning, and instead of rushing her out of bed, he spends a few extra minutes cuddling with her. he whispers sweet things like "good morning, my beautiful girl," and they snuggle for a few minutes before getting ready for the day. even when he's in a hurry, he always makes time for her special morning moments.

- whether it's a game of hide-and-seek, building pillow forts, or watching your daughter play pretend, you and changbin often sit on the floor with her, completely immersed in her world. changbin is laughing as he pretends to be the "evil monster" and you are the "superhero" chasing him through the home. your daughter is giggling the entire time, and you and changbin exchange looks; this is what makes life so full.

- on lazy afternoons, the three of you snuggle up for nap time. your daughter is in between you both, and changbin wraps his arms around both of you as you all drift off for a rest. it’s not a long nap, but it's a peaceful one. you feel your daughter’s tiny breath against your chest and changbin’s warmth beside you, and for a moment, the world feels perfectly still.

- when you all go out to run errands, changbin always makes sure your daughter is entertained. he makes even the most mundane activities enjoyable, like pointing out animals at the pet store or pretending to race through the aisles. he’s the one making her laugh at the checkout line with his silly faces, and you adore how he's always in his element with her.

- changbin takes fitness seriously, but he also knows how to make it fun for your daughter. sometimes you see them doing "exercises" together, with her lifting tiny weights while he does push-ups and pretending to be the "coach," advising him on how to make the perfect squat. she has a blast, and he is proud of her whenever she exclaims, "i’m strong like daddy!"

- after a long day, there is usually a peaceful moment when everything slows down. changbin will gently rock your daughter to sleep while singing a song under his breath, and you will watch them both, thinking how lucky you are to share these precious, simple moments.

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[newkatzkafe2023]

Hey I was thinking how would every wukong in different universe do on Valentine’s Day’s with the reader or Y/N it can be a couple thing or married couple

2 weeks till valentine's day 🥰

(Lmk Wukong) Ah Indoor movie dates their's nothing like them, Wukong and you would wear your most comfortable clothes and cuddle on the couch under a nice warm blanket. You both would get your favorite movies and bucket loads of snacks and just relax and enjoy each other's company after all you both have been married for 500+ years.

(HIB Wukong) It's date night and you both go out to a nice cutesy restaurant together. Can you believe that Wukong would get so nervous about going out with you, despite you both being married for centuries. It's exactly like that every year, but it's sooo adorable with his red nervous face and giving you your favorite flowers. It's like your both still dating and it would always warm your heart.

(MKR Wukong) Valentines Day ewww😒 was what he would always say and think, he would get nauseous at the lovey dovey couples around him. That was until he himself had found a nice monkey girl and when and got married himself, so uhhh that's karma but good karma. You both would cuddle quietly together under the night sky as you and the other couples would watch the shooting stars, Wukong didn't need to make wishes though he already got what he wished for.

(NR Wukong) You both would go out dancing every year on Valentine's Day, and what's different about it.... well, it's one of those slow dances for people who got married. Wukong would always find a way to touch you or make contact, I mean, he loves to be around you all the time. You both have though some crazy sh*t together over the years, and their are times where he's tired and for once had enough but then he remembers you. You unwavering support and endless love and next to Li and Su, one of the last good things in his life He'll genuinely never know what he would do without you. It's what makes him get back up and keep moving, after all he's got you to care very much for He can't leave you behind.

(Netflix Wukong) Hates to admit it, but Valentines Day is his day of reflection and remembrance, especially with you. Wukong had been alone for a Concerningly long time not being accepted by anyone, not even his own kind, Wukong tried his best to fit in somehow until he met Lin and a little bit later you. You have accepted Wukong right away with open arms and an open heart. You treated him so kindly and so gently that he thought you had to be a dream, but as the years go by. he finally realized after meeting, after dating, after marriage up until now, you weren't going anywhere and continued to love him despite his shortcomings and personality. Wukong made a vow to never stop loving you and never forget your unconditional love for him as well.

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh boi he can't keep his claws of you on valentine's day or any day of the year. He took you to see the fireworks, however he got a little to occupied with you, so you snuck to the very back and tongue wrestled to your hearts content. It's safe to say that Wukong was addicted and obsessed with you, and he would absolutely smother you in affection and love. He may be egotistical and mildly problematic, however their will never be a doubt about his sweet love for you.

(Destined one) A nice moment of silence between the two of you, being at home and enjoying some quiet time as well. The Destined one would take this time to observed you thinking about how far you two have come from your hardships and dark days. You both have support for each other as you both would cuddle, purr, and even kiss, you both laying on the bed listening to each others heartbeats and softly breathing. With an occasional kiss on his cheek the Destined one was finally at peace with just you, and only you.

(Lotmk Wukong) With you both privacy is everything it's where you both a free to explore each other and bond as a married couple. Wukong honest words and thoughts about you wil always leave you breathless, especially when he showering you with Compliments as he smothers you next and cheek with sweet kiss and soft whispers. Your sweet shared promises and gentle whispers your both in your on world of heaven, giving you both true peace and love at last.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🥰😘

[verystrxxwberry]

Hi, Alex! What about some wedding headcanons with Eldarya boys, please? Thank you!

ELDARYA; wedding headcanons! ♡

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Individual headcanons, reader x route (both TO and ANE), sfw. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn’t really have much inspiration to write these headcanons, but I did my best effort! I hope you all enjoy it. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

EZAREL

Seeing you kneeling in front of him confused him. Were you going to tie his shoelaces? But he had boots on, you didn't have to. Wait, were you planning to...? Ah, no, you didn't. You just pulled out a little box... “Would you like to be my husband, Ezarel?” you asked, opening the box and exposing a small golden ring inside. A ring...? Ezarel had a hard time processing your question, the meaning of each one of the words and the connection they had in the sentence. He was in shock, unable to speak for several minutes until he was able to blink and think coherently.

He felt like saying no just to annoy you, but he nodded, “wow, wait... are you sure? I've never been married before...”

“Uh... neither have I, that's why I want to marry you,” you laughed a little at his nervousness, “so… what’s the answer? Do you want to be my husband?” The elf sighed, eyes slightly glazed over and kneeling down in front of you to hug you.

“Of course I do, yes, yes, and yes,” he murmurs, filling your neck with little kisses. He would forget to put on the ring and look at you confused when you put it on, “what are you doing?” to him, you two were already married.

Ezarel doesn't know how to help with the wedding preparations, so he leaves the responsibility to Keroshane. He's fine with it all, but he'd even think it's perfect if there are a lot of sweets at the banquet.

When the day arrives, Ezarel is very nervous, his hands sweaty and his eyes shining with constant excitement. It's adorable to see the elf so vulnerable for his wedding day. He would be constantly adjusting his suit, looking in the reflections to fix his hair and look decent.

Many times in the past Ezarel commented that weddings were tiring for him since it was so time-consuming. But the time passed quickly at his wedding, and he certainly enjoyed it as he had never enjoyed any event before.

You, Valkyon, Nevra and Ezarel would be sitting in a circle of chairs while everyone seemed to get carried away for a night, talking, gossiping and having a good time. Ezarel would have cried from the excitement, and only the three of you knew how to comfort him. The elf was so clingy! He didn't leave your side all night. 

He seemed to be constantly on the verge of tears, but it was simply the bliss of the moment. His head would constantly be resting on your shoulder while he seemed to be much more joking and relaxed than usual.

NEVRA

Never ever expected to marry someone. No one expected him to take that big step on his life and compromise himself with someone, but there he was! More than willing to be your husband. 

You didn’t even expect he’d be the one getting on his knees and giving the most precious speech you’ve ever heard before. Tears blurred your vision, but you still nodded your head. Nevra was so glad you had agreed to take that step with him. You wanted to keep it a secret from Karenn, but she ended up finding out because she insisted so much; she knew you two had a plan in mind! And when she found out, she cried a lot with emotion.

And for a year, you were organizing things, in fact, Nevra put so much attention and care into the wedding that he planned things while he was still at work, completely focused on it, as it was more important than work at that moment. He did a great combo of purple, yellow and red lights that made the environment truly romantic! He made sure the environment could keep the romantic vibes he wished to give.

It would be celebrated on the hundred years cherry tree area. He ordered a certain pattern of lights around the area, relighting the lights around the tree and causing a beautiful lighting effect since the wedding would be at dusk.

The day came, and you found yourself in front of Nevra. His trembling hands held yours gently, his voice sounded firm as he swore an oath to love you until death do you part.

As he made his emotional speech once again, you heard Karenn sobbing in the background. She was crying more than you both together.

You could see that Nevra was completely relaxed, with a smile all the time on his face. Karenn hugged you both very affectionately after the ceremony, weeping like a baby.

The party began and Nevra would lead you to a slow dance under the warm lights, taking your waist with certain firmness and gentleness while his other hand intertwined his fingers with you. Everyone was enjoying themselves, some conversing at the table dinner, others drinking and dancing around you; but it still felt like the two of you were alone. After all, it was your day. Although his voice was low, the closeness between you allowed you to hear him more than the music itself. He would tell you nice things about how he had never imagined himself at that moment, how he doubted he would be a good husband; but that he would do his best to keep things going as smoothly as ever.

He planned a surprise trip to other safe regions on Eldarya for your honeymoon. -And pray to not get pregnant during the honeymoon, because it is most likely to happen by accident!-

If we are talking in terms of A new era context… imagine you sent a letter to Ezarel to update him about the news and inviting him to the wedding. His presence would be an absolute surprise! And Nevra would hug him so tightly it’d seem that the wedding was between Nevra and Ezarel. It’d be so cute!

VALKYON

Accidentally proposed the same day. Yes, as you read. In different situations, you had discussed what a married life would be like, and you both seemed attracted to the idea of getting married. Therefore, you planned to propose on the day of your anniversary. But you were surprised to see how Valkyon went ahead and in the middle of dinner took out a box, opening it to show you the ring. “Valkyon...” you mused and also took out the box, showing him a similar ring, ”I was also going to propose to you today...”

You both looked at each other puzzled before you both started laughing out loud. That was already an automatic yes from both parties, so that was a relief.

Very lost with the wedding preparations....but still, supports your ideas! Want him to wear a princess dress? Ok. Want to eat some nachos for the banquet? That’s cool. Want to throw a bucket of water to him to celebrate it? Alright, as you want, dear.

Wants to see you dressed for the wedding before the wedding. Although that would cause him to stay up all night thinking about how good it looks on you, and my goodness, he's so in love.

They had to change his suit because the first one was so tight that his pecs were almost waving at you, and he didn't want to look obscene at the wedding. After the wedding it’s ok, he can be obscene…, but by the gods, there would be kids during it!

You wouldn't complain about seeing him with a chest window though.

Anyway, you'd see him with his hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and it looks great on him! The ceremony was fantastic and warm, everyone was so happy to see you two start a new stage in your lives.

When he sees you dressed for the wedding he repeats countless times how beautiful you look. And he really cannot take his eyes from you.

He would save time during the night to thank the guests for coming, especially the older creatures! And he would spend some time playing with the little ones.

Valkyon would end up drunk from trying every shot, glass and tankard of beer.... Forgive him, because from that moment on he would be more clingy and cheerful, open to board games with you and other creatures. He would have his hand constantly on your knee, since he was afraid to let you out of his sight.

He would let himself be free and end up unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, undoing his tie a bit and letting his hair down. He looked gorgeous, and it was almost mesmerizing how handsome your husband was.

That night was also truly special. So truly special and intense that next morning he was completely dead (not literally -heh-), needing almost all the day to rest. The same goes for you though.

LEIFTAN

No doubt Leiftan has thought on more than one occasion about marrying you and starting a family with you. It seems to him the strongest connection there could be. And over the years of your relationship he realized that he wanted to make that wish come true, but he was too shy to take the initiative. He was afraid, what if it wasn't your ideal life? Maybe he would have to settle for not formally marrying you and just being your boyfriend.

As usual, Leiftan took you on a date with him to an extensive secluded garden, where he liked to take you for picnics. While he kept busy making a flower crown, you plucked up the courage to take the big step. You caught his attention and began to recite some beautiful and sentimental words to him, stuttering a bit from nerves, which made you embarrassed... but it's Leiftan, c’mon, he more than anyone else knows how to be patient and bring confidence when you are nervous. He doesn't judge you for stuttering.

In fact, your words are so nice that he starts sobbing as if you were giving him the worst news in the world. Forgive him... he's really very happy! He will finally accomplish one of his goals in life. He didn't know what he had done to deserve that you wanted to have him as your husband, but without a doubt his answer was a huge yes. With trembling hands he grabbed you by the cheeks and pressed a kiss against your lips full of love and emotion.

Participate in the organization of the wedding 100%! In fact, he is in charge of most of the lighting, decoration and banquet. He would prepare sweets for the banquet himself.

It’d be more a dinner than a party, as Leiftan enjoys quiet environments where everyone can talk together and have fun without the need of overwhelming stimulations.

There won’t be much people as he prefers to have a comfortable and more relaxed ceremony, where your closest friends and family could go.

The fact that he is getting married is already overwhelming enough!

The ceremony is beautiful and quite traditional, although Leiftan ordered the playing of instruments such as piano and violin to make the scene much more special for the two of you. As the classical music played in the background, Leiftan held back tears like he had never cried before. You looked beautiful in your wedding outfit! And just as you arrived on the stage, he let you know it, with some admiration, desire and no doubt, a lot of love.

He searched and prepared a honeymoon in a cozy and warm place where you could constantly get massages, go to dates in open spaces and warm baths!

LANCE

A strange concept he never thought about, as he’d never thought he’d get to marry anyone. There was a serious conversation once. You two deeply thought about your future plans, and he asked you if you wanted to ever marry him. You said yes, which made him very confused, and he overthought a lot of the reasons for that to be your choice. It had no logic…

He consulted secretly with almost everyone in the guards. “Hey, in case you want to get married, how would you propose it? Oh, and do you think ____ would like to marry me?” Everybody told him literally yes, but he kept thinking you would say no.

It was thanks to Mathieu's insistence and his words straight out of a fantasy love novel that slightly motivated him to take the big step.

And it took years for him to take some bravery to ask it.

He won’t get on his knees because he wants to make it subtle. He’d ask you to go for a walk and then, as you two are pretty far from anyone, he’ll start his proposal.

When you said yes, Lance sighed in relief as if there was a chance for you to say no. You won’t see it but that night he kicked his feet like a happy, in love teen.

He tries to help with the wedding preparation, but it’s a little bit messy or simple… yet he contributes a lot with the money. He spends the whole time until the wedding having a little crisis every day from how life will change, how he is terrified of not being a good husband…

Whatever, the day comes, and he is so tense that you even wonder if he is enjoying himself. You gave him your hand, and he spent the whole day seeking your hand as a way to be less nervous. And it worked!

He doesn’t think that many people would agree to come to the wedding, but for his surprise, lots of people came (for his perspective though, it was actually a small wedding because he didn’t want a very big party). He prefers the ceremony short and to the point so you all can go to have dinner. He gets very congratulated by everyone and that only serves to make him proud, happy and feeling so damn lucky to have you.

Eats a lot during that night, but like a LOT.

He gets emotional at some point, sad that his brother can't see any of what's going on. It occurred to you to encourage him, telling him that from wherever he was, he would be watching you and encouraging you to continue with a happy life. You were sure Valkyon would be proud of the change Lance made and of finally getting someone to call him husband and make it official.

He hugs you and starts muttering how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have married to you. He was absolutely in love with you. And that night he filled you with that love, making sure you knew how deep his feelings are!

MATHIEU

It was proposed by accident. Literally, of all the places he could hide the box with the ring, he hid it behind a pillar of books on the desk. As you were tidying up your space you saw it, and began to laugh at how clumsy your boyfriend could be. But clearly the thought of him proposing got you excited.

You started giving him more hints over the next few days about wanting to get married. You saw him turn red with embarrassment, as well as nervous and somewhat awkward. His nervous smile and stuttering were adorable.

One day he was very frustrated, he had lost something very important. You saw him on the verge of tears, and because he refused to let you help him, you decided to help him lol. You knew where the box was, although he seemed to have forgotten... how clumsy. When he saw you pick up the box, he became very nervous, asking you, “Do you know what it is?”

You could no longer pretend and nodded your head, “of course I know, silly,” you humorously handed it to him, “but aren’t you planning to get down on your knees?”

Oh, he immediately did! He opened the box and showed you the ring, “so… you know the question, right?” his smiled didn’t fail to show his excitement. And it increased when the answer to the most awaited question was a yes- you wanted to marry him!

He would love to have a themed wedding. No need for everything to be so formal, guests could go in costume and make it a really fun wedding! However, the tradition of doing something formal was there, and he decided to adapt to having a formal wedding... and the next day a themed party with the guests!

The day came, and he was panicking a lot, Lance had to calm him down to not be so anxious during the ceremony. He almost puked last day’s dinner…

So excited he invites everyone he sees. So you might find creatures you didn’t know about invited by Mathieu since they were kind to him… a little bit risky, yes. But he’s just like that from the excitement.

Mesmerized about how you look. And he definitely started sobbing when he saw you walking towards him, a liquid snoot threatening at the edge of his nose… yeah, he was a little bit messy, but he was as adorable anyway. Lance gave him a tissue to clean himself because it’d be unacceptable to be filled of snots and tears when it is time to kiss you!

He fills your face with kisses when he gets the chance to kiss you after the beautiful speech and all of that. Mathieu was so excited to give you the first as your husband!

Spends the whole night playing games with you, yapping, dancing and having fun! And the next day there will be a themed party where you’d have even more fun.

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[rigordoll]

TENDER.

LEON KENNEDY.

This include: fluff, unestablished relationship, f!reader, short smut at the end.

first time writing something lol!! sorry if it's bad, I'm just bored.

When you hear the name 'Leon kennedy', the first thing that would came into you mind may be the 'stoic and stern agent that saved the president's daughter' and you wouldn't be wrong about it. he is, indeed, an strong man that goes through a lot just to make sure that the others won't be damage by anyone or anything.

He would do anything for the ones he loves the most and he definitely loves you the most, even if he doesn't tell you that and thinks that would never be able to do it.

Yes, he's surely a brave agent but that 'brave agent' seems to dissappear when you approach to him with a gentle smile and a tender touch.

he isn't sure how he managed to get you into his life, it's like you just appeared from nowhere just to make his pretty much pathetic life a little bit better—much better actually—but he just rather play fool about it.

Leon actually don't know what label put in whatever you two have. he spends the little free time that his job leaves him with you, not that he would have anyone else to spend it with, you're almost his entire social life without counting Hunnigan that is pretty much tired of him and his stupid pick up lines in the most inappropriate moments where he's fighting for his life but that isn't important here right now, what it's important here for Leon it's you. He knows every single detail about, he had taken any chance given to learn something about you and he will still do it if you allow him to.

"You have been quiet." Leon said softly to you while he looked at you sitting in front of him.

Leon had decided to take you out that night to a restaurant since the next day he would have to travel to another country for a mission and God knows when he would come back or if he would even come back alive.

"It's just that... I'm gonna miss you." You said quietly like it was some sort of secret and that made Leon's gaze soften. you have been always so open about your feelings for him and he loved that, even if at the beginning he found it overwhelming, overwhelmingly good though.

"Oh come'om, I'm here yet." He said with a playful tone, trying to lighten the mood. he didn't want you all sad and nostalgic when he was still there sharing a nice meal with you.

"I know, I'm sorry." You said softly with a chuckle while looking at him, your eyes gleaming with love and that's just a sight that would give him a warm and cozy feeling in his chest.

He definitely loves you the most even if he doesn't know how to tell you.

The rest of the night went smoothly and with the light usual banter between the two of you. he continued to distract you from the fact that tomorrow he wouldn't be there to make you laugh and hold you. oh that sounded so dramatic, it wasn't even that big of a deal to be honest but it felt like that, being apart from him felt like that.

It didn't surprise you how the night ended with Leon's hands exploring your bare body under his in the comfort of his bed. his lips grazing your pulse point on your neck while your hands wrapped around his shoulders to keep him close, to ground yourself in the present and his presence. you just wanted to be there with him and remember every single detail of him since you couldn't get enough of him.

he just looked so beautiful with rosy tinted cheeks and gleaming dark blue eyes that stared at you with such attention and adoration while you melted under his touch. his hips were settled against yours, the tip of his cock nuzzling against the gummy spot inside you that made you gasp and cling to to him with every griding motion of his hips.

One of his hands gripping your hip and the other holding your hand while he moaned into your neck. he was so lost in the moment since all felt so warm and... right. being with you felt so right in every single aspect.

but how wouldn't it feel right with the consistent thrust of his hips against yours, hitting the spot inside you every time and with his hand moving between your bodies to rub your needy clit? how wouldn't it feel right with his lips kissing the side of your face as he moaned your name? how wouldn't it feel right with how good you were squeezing him and arching against him? how the fuck wouldn't it feel right when you came around him and muttered the words 'I love you' to him?

you didn't even register your own words until Leon released into you and collapsed on top of you after it. all you could feel was a warmth spreading through you as the only sound that filled the room was both of yours uneven and heavy breaths.

Leon was still processing your words before wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest to listen your heartbeat.

a comfortable silence settled in the room while you played with his hair before he finally tilted his head up to look at you.

"I love you too."

well, it seems that Leon could tell you those words after all.

LMAO IT'S THE FIRST TIME I WRITE A FIC, LET ME KNOW IF I CAN IMPROVE SOMETHING AND I'M SORRY IF IT'S CHOPPY OR A MISSPELLED SOMETHING, ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!! 😔🙏

[love-marimo]

goodnight n' go (Sanji x Fem!Reader)

Lolita's Note: you have a crush on the love cook of the ship. yet you can't find the right time to confess to him without embarrassing yourself. that is, until one breezy summer night.

ー this is inspired by ariana grande's song! enjoy ♡

cw: none, just a romantic kiss under the stars ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊

To say that you've been playing it cool is an understatement. Sanji is notorious for practically throwing himself on every lady he sees. And you've convinced yourself that everything he does for you is just part of his nature ー because he does the same things to Nami and Robin.

Yet you can't help but admire him back. But you don't want to be obvious about it. The last thing you want is to be teased by the whole crew, and you kept telling yourself that if he likes you back, he would've let you known a long time ago.

In the last two years that you've sailed with the Strawhats, it's an admirable feat that you've kept your silly little crush on the cook from everyone. Every time he offers you his hand, every time he cooks your favorite meal, every time he catches you looking at him, oblivious of your true feelings, every time he smiles at you ー your heart never fails to skip a beat. And each time, you wonder if he'll realize how much he really means to you.

Here you are, at a ball in a palace of a country you freed, clad in a light pink ball gown, waiting for Nami and Robin to finish getting ready for the party.

Meanwhile, Sanji waited outside the ladies' quarters holding three bouquets for you, Nami, and Robin.

"To the world's most beautiful navigator, a bouquet of the most dazzling sunflowers." He says, confident and proud of the arrangement of the flowers. Nami smiled,

"Thank you very much, Sanji-kun!" She replied, used to his chivalrous actions, but still grateful nonetheless.

"Anything for you Nami-san!" He beamed, then turned towards Robin to give her bouquet.

"A bouquet of purple chrysanthemums for a beauty that you will see once in a lifetime, Robin-chan." Robin smiled and thanked him as well.

Your heart swelled. There was this feeling again. You couldn't pinpoint if it was jealousy or admiration. A huge part of you wants him to have his undivided attention to you and only you, but then again, who are you to control him like that? Just why does he have to be so cute? You thought to yourself, smiling. You're well aware that neither Nami nor Robin loves him the way you do. Robin's way older, and Nami has hit him way too many times for you to remember. You asked them about how they felt about Sanji once.

"He's a romantic man, I give him that." Robin laughed, shaking her head.

"Sanji-kun? Well, him and Brook can't control themselves around women. I'd rather not have that. But well, that's who they are and I'm in no position to change that." Nami shrugged.

Finally, he turns to you, holding the bouquet of your favorite flowers, and placing one on your ear.

"To my wonderful muse who looks the most enchanting tonight, here is a bouquet for you." He says your name with utmost adoration. His expression softened as he admired your dolled up form, and you chalked it up to his usual love cook antics.

But wait… muse? I'm his muse? No, I must've misheard him.

"Thank you, Sanji. These smell amazing."

At that moment, his signature heart eyes went crazy for you. Your heart skipped a beat, but you smiled at him in response, playing it cool, again.

"Wait-!" Sanji said, but Robin and Nami began to walk towards the ballroom so you followed suit, accidentally not paying attention to what he was going to say.

The night was young, so you and the crew had let yourselves loose. Dancing, eating, drinking your hearts away, the ball was a well deserved feast after a long time of fighting the enemy pirate crew that had overtaken the whole island. Luffy and Chopper were having the time of their lives at the buffet table. Zoro was with the castle guards devouring all the sake that he could. Usopp and Franky found themselves a crowd to entertain. Brook was with the castle musicians, and you three ladies were dancing with the local nobles at the center of the hall.

You were a little tipsy drunk, having drank quite a lot of wine, but you were happy nonetheless.

So happy that you forgot about Sanji.

Wait…

"Nami, have you seen Sanji?" You slurred, not realizing that it's a stranger you're talking to.

"Miss, if you're looking for the blonde man who likes to smoke, I have seen him at the balcony by the west wing. He-"

It's probably the alcohol rush that overtook you but you let go of whoever was dancing with you, took two glasses of wine, and headed over to the said location. The man shouted something but you couldn't care less.

Because somehow, you knew that you'll find him where you need him.

Sanji's back was facing you. He was enjoying his time alone, smoking a cigarette and savoring the cool, summer night's breeze until he heard your footsteps.

"Oh? There you are!" You giggled, stumbling on your steps. Sanji called back to you, catching you in his arms.

"What is it, angel? Do you need something?" He asked, taking the wine glass you offered him.

"Sanjiiiiiii…" You slurred.

"Yes?" He replied, helping you stand up properly.

"I have to tell you something. But first! Let's have a drink." You laughed.

Sanji was surprised, but he laughed with you even if he's confused. He's never seen you this… flirty. But he knows you're drunk, so he treats you carefully and gently anyway. He wonders what you'll tell him. Is it a stupid thing that the mosshead did? Or is it a secret that only you two will know?

"Cheers!" You said and drank the wine in one go.

"Whoa there, mon amour. Slow down." He said worriedly, helpless as to how you consumed the alcoholic drink.

"What is it that you want to tell me, ma belle?"

"Come closer." You said in a hushed whisper.

"Sorry?"

Before he could process everything, you pulled him close and whispered to his ear.

"I like you." You smiled.

Sanji stood there for a moment, flustered and taken aback.

"L-like me? Since when?" he stuttered, a nervous hand on his chest as if to assure himself that he's not hearing things from you.

The two-year old secret is out of the bag, and your sober self wouldn't have expected that this is how you'll reveal it to him.

"Since we met at the Baratie." you hummed, giggling.

And so began the litany of things you like about him. You told him you loved how he never hurt women. You loved how thoughtful he is when making everyone's favorite dish. You loved his smile, his voice, his hair…

"…And when you called me your muse earlier? It took everything in me not to pass out! Gosh, you have no idea what you do to me."

Sanji stood there, a fool's smile on his face. You looked up at him, and you giggled, unaware of what you just said.

Sanji laughed with you too. He tucked loose strands of your hair to your ear. You took it as an opportunity to lean into his touch, surprising him yet again.

"It's warm isn't it? I drank a lot tonight." You said, rubbing circles on his hand that touches you.

He said your name again, his expression softened.

"I know you're drunk but… do you really mean it?"

"Of course I do."

"Really?"

"Do you want me to prove it to you?" You said, wrapping your hands around his neck. He nods in reply.

The moon glistened in its full glory, and the stars seemed to sing in celebration of love, their faint light illuminating you. The summer breeze blew, and before you know it…

You pulled him in a kiss.

Sanji dropped the cigarette he was holding, his eyes widened, his heart beat faster.

"You…" He began, finding the right words to say, warmth spreading on his cheeks.

You smiled, pulling away. You began to walk away from him to return to the ladies' quarters.

"Do you love me back?"

"I do." He said without hesitation.

"Good to know." It was enough to make butterflies swirl in your stomach.

"Well then, goodnight, my lovely prince."

"Wait!" He said, grabbing your arm.

"Will you… will you still love me in the morning?" Sanji asked, looking away in embarrassment.

"I will love you in the morning, and every second after that."

And when he heard you say that, it became his turn to kiss you again ー a romantic moment shared under the moonlit summer sky.

The love cook wonders how you'll react tomorrow.

ー Lolita

[ebsmind]

༘ ೀ CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT, TANGLED UP IN YOUR SHEETS | 18+ MDNI

pairing : fwb!jonathan kovacevic x reader

warning(s) : man this is pure smut so MDNI 18+, fwb, making out, vaginal fingering, p in v, dirty talk, praise kink, dom!kovy, and cussing (if i missed anything pls lmk!)

a/n : i’m doing a nico one after this i can’t stop with these blurbs

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who just loves to call you late at night. doesn’t matter if it’s after a game, win or loss, he will always call you, off days too. no matter what you still pick up the phone. and when you do, kovy’s voice is always deep and raspy. “hey, i think you should come over.” with that, you do what you’re told.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who answers the door just seconds after you’ve knocked. he wastes no time grabbing your hips and guiding you inside of his apartment. his lips lock onto yours within seconds. he kicks the door closed with his foot, not bothering about locking it because it’s an automatic lock. thank god to whoever invented that.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who attempts to drag you into his bedroom by your hips but that never ends up happening. instead, he settles with pressing your back up against a wall in the lightly dimmed hallway.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who desperately lifts your shirt off of your body. his hands instantly cup your breasts that sit in a black push-up bra (that you purposely wore ofc). he kneads your breasts and a soft moan escapes from your lips. the sound goes straight to his groin, and his cock sits semi-hard against his inner thigh. the soft fabric of his boxer briefs hugs his cock perfectly. if it weren’t for his dark heather grey slacks, you’d be able to see the outline of his swollen tip.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who shoves his hand down your sweatpants, teasing your clothed clit. he breaks away from a tongue-messy kiss to look down on you. a small smirk spreads onto his face when he finally takes ahold of the thin black fabric that covers your most sacred body part and pulls it aside. you fuel his fire by muttering a soft “please” and with that, kovy inserts his ring finger.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he adds another two fingers. his name escapes your lips like a prayer. chanting continuously until you finally come undone. the 6’5 looks at you with so much adoration. you never catch how his eyes glisten when they look down on you.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who quickly discards your panties and sweatpants. he tosses them into the middle of the hallway. you follow suit, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. you take your time knowing it’s driving kovy insane. and it does because before you can reach into his pants and palm his cock through his boxer briefs, he pulls away. shoving the material of clothing off of his muscular thighs, he wastes no time in turning you around to face the wall.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who takes off his boxer briefs slowly, just to get his lick back. you're growing impatient and before you can mutter something to him he whispers, “spread your legs for me.” his command is automatically obeyed by you.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who pushes his cock into your wet cunt. walls squeezing him like you were made for him. “so fucking perfect” he manages to slowly breathe out. he starts moving his hips, keeping the pace nice and steady. the two of you savior the moment before it gets downright filthy. his hands make their way to your hips, once they land on the soft skin, kovy picks up the pace.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who’s hips rut against yours, the pace is fast. the tip of his cock hits the spot kovy is all too familiar with. moans are leaving your mouth left and right, you don’t even care if anyone can hear you.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who takes a hold of your hair, balled up into his fist. it takes you by surprise and you quickly settle yourself against the wall. soft grunts leaves kovy's throat, “you like when i fuck you like this, huh?” he grinds his teeth together and you nod. you can’t even speak because you’re so fucked out. it feeds into kovys ego but you didn’t care. he knew how to fuck you, and good.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who can’t help but guide you through your orgasm. “that’s it, baby, give it to me,” you paint his cock with your cum. “such a good, good girl.”

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who’s thrusts begin to be inconsistent, he’s close and you know it. his hand leaves your hair and goes back to your hip. his grip is tight, you can feel the marks starting to form.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovywho goes fucking crazy when you praise him, “you fuck me so good, kovy.” all he sees is black after that.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who paints your walls with white when he cums. he slows his pace while catching his breath. his chest heaves when he finally pulls out. you whimper and turn around to face him in return. your eyes catch his abdomen, he's so fucking toned, you're eyes move up at watch his chest rise and fall, he's trying to catch his breath. by the time your eyes finally make contact with his, he’s already looking at you. his hands cup your face and he leans down to give you a quick peck.

༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who pulls away and tells you one thing, “now go get on the bed, i’m not done with you.”

[eli-alys]

(my main blog is @elialys, currently using this sideblog to post my newsreader feels/gifs because tumblr shadowbanned me on sunday for sending s3 to people 💀 anyway, this post was written a few days ago)

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I took notes on my immediate feelings after watching each episode of season 3 of The Newsreader, it’s helped with the “AAAAAAH” emotions that binging such an intense show cause, plus I figured quite a few of you might share my feels. It’s mostly me screaming, and it’s a tad disjointed as you can imagine, but blame the show for breaking my brain.

SPOILERS UNDER THE READ MORE!!

3.01 Night of Nights

I’ve honestly watched the first two seasons so many times in the past year that I forgot all about that HEAVY DREAD FEELING NEW EPISODES OF THIS SHOW MAKE ME FEEL. And I’m guessing it’s not going to get any better as the season progresses 😭 They truly are so good at creating the scenes with high energy, feeling so IMMEDIATE, and Helen’s anxiety never fails to trigger mine, so 🥲

Speaking of Helen, I’m going to need to rewatch the season a second time fairly fast because as always whenever I watch something new with Anna, I am too busy thinking “SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL” in a loop to pay attention to most of what she’s saying. But she is, I absolutely LOVE the new look in season 3, the shorter hair is perfect, her logie look was gorgeous, she looked so beautiful, and then she looked even better at the end when she was all casual at her house, in jeans and with barely any make up ❤️ ANYWAY, that’s my initial, mandatory gushing about the “Anna is gorgeous” aspect of things.

This episode was a whirlwind honestly, so many things to take in already, many many emotions were felt. I love how they are setting up the pieces for the rest of the season, the way they always do. I already want to slap Rob and protect Noelene at all costs from all those men. Lindsay needs to DIE ALREADY, I swear to god if he’s not run over by a bus by the end of this show 😡

Okay let me gush over Helen a bit more substantially. I love how FAST she was hit in the face by the reality of being back in Australia, with all the network bullshit. This poor woman has so much fucking trauma associated with this industry and the way they treated her, even at the height of her career, being offered this prime time show, she still doubts herself and the legitimacy of it. The way her anxiety took over, her fighting it, I know these are just the first cracks of the season 😭 PLEASE let our girl get a proper diagnosis and proper help by the end of this I BEG YOU SHOW. Needless to say I still absolutely adore the way Anna portrays her, always saying so much in all those moments she has zero lines of dialogue.

Dale. Dale Dale Dale. DALE IS DEAD INSIDE. Him saying he felt NOTHING standing there receiving his award? Him clearly being dead inside while having a man stripping in front of him, at his request? MY SWEET WET NOODLE, WHERE IS YOUR SOUL? I love the fact that I *know* they’re setting him up to being BROKEN this season, and I cannot wait. BREAK HIM. LET HIM FEEL THINGS AGAIN. I AM READY TO HURT WITH HIM.

Serious talk though, THE HELEN x DALE CONTENT IN THIS EPISODE???? 😭😭😭😭 Minute one in the restaurant, you can tell the love is still there. Minute two you can also tell they’re still shit at communicating so hahaha joke is on us as much as on them. Helen saying he was her only non-disaster yet they were pretty disastrous and him just…“I don’t think we were” DALE MY MAN YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME.

Don’t get me started on Helen losing her shit at the logies realizing she was going to “betray” Dale. Her trying NOT TO SAY IT. DALE’S SPEECH 30 SECONDS LATER THANKING HELEN FOR SEEING THE NEWSREADER IN HIM????? 😭😭😭

You know last year I loved talking about how Noelene and Rob’s relationship acted as a foil to Helen and Dale’s (as did Gerry and Carla’s), with them actually talking things through when Helen and Dale did not. This episode was another beautiful example of this, with the focus being put on Noelene being (RIGHTFULLY) upset that Rob just threw the “oh, and my wife” line in his speech when she fucking produced that show, and HERE IS DALE JENNINGS, on stage, thanking Helen for seeing him and making this possible for him, WHEN THEY ARE BROKEN UP AND ESTRANGED.

ALSO, talking of parallels, the hotel scene KILLED ME. I believe it was a VERY DELIBERATED CHOICE by Emma to frame Dale and that man the way she did, because that’s basically how Dale and Helen were framed in that hotel scene at the end of 2x01.

And Helen hoping so hard that they can remain “friends” despite the competition, when everything on Dale’s face tells you “naaaaah not gonna happen” but he smiles his empty smile and says “yeaaah sure” 😭 HE’S GONNA TAPE ALL OF HER SHOWS THOUGH BECAUSE HE’S DALE.

Anyway so much more to say, but I still want to watch another episode before attempting sleep, I need to find myself a paper bag to breathe in.

(just realized I didn’t mention the Dale and Kay thing once, but I think that says a lot in itself, no offence to Kay but NO THANK YOU)

(((Also, I hate the wig. I hate it so much)))

3.02 A New Era

(This ended up being me live commenting this episode because I kept getting so anxious/upset that I had to take breaks)

“Human conversations are not this boy’s strong suit” Lindsay, I hate you, but this does describe Dale a little too well.

Evelyn butting in and listening in to her daughter’s phone conversation with Dale is such an Evelyn thing to do. Also, look, I am aware that Kay and Dale are unsubstantial at this stage of the show and they’re only doing this to get us riled up, but guess what? IT IS WORKING.

Currently taking a pause from the episode because Lindsay is being a fucking ass and trying to feed Helen’s team fake news for her to read on her first show is STRESSING ME OUT I CANNOT DO THIS.

Ugh, the “HELEN’S MENTAL HEALTH” MUSICAL THEME KICKING OFF IN THE BACKGROUND FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS SEASON I AM NOT READY.

Aaaand indeed, I was not ready, crying actual tears at Helen losing her shit at work in front of everyone, this is going to be a long season I AM FINE 😭

GUYS EVERYONE IS SCREAMING IN THIS EPISODE WHAT THE HELL I LOVE IT BUT I CAN’T TAKE IT

God Vincent’s comment about how she’s the first woman on a prime time show and we “can’t even see her tits” I want to kill all those men I SWEAR TO GOD

I am dying inside at the PARALLELS of Helen and Dale watching a tape of Helen’s first show, which was shit, while Dale kicked ass, like THIS IS HOW THE SHOW STARTED BUT WITH THEIR PLACES SWITCHED.

I keep having to pause this episode, I’m so upset at Helen being told off by her new boss for having mental health issues that interfere with her work, I clearly did not buy enough tissues for this season. I mean, it HAS to be addressed, she does have to seek PROPER help, but the way it’s just…thrown at her, always, it’s too real and heartbreaking. THE PATRONIZING!!!

Not gonna lie, kinda loving the fact that Dale is learning to assert himself with his man friend he pays for sex and that he’s learning to use those skills with Lindsay. Somehow it’s unsettling and awkward and very Dale and I’m thriving.

I wanted to talk a little about Noelene and baby Hana (and Rob lol) because CONGRATS NOELENE, but right now I’m too busy ugly crying over that scene of Helen admitting to the psychiatrist that she’s been struggling her whole life. Oh this punched me in the GUTS.

That’s my cue to take a break and get some sleep, dear lord, my own mental health is not equipped for this.

~~

Alright, back at at it after less than 5h of sleep, I don’t foresee myself crying less. I’ve been thinking about the first couple episodes over and over, and I’ve realized the start of this season feels skewed. And a big part of it is because of Dale.

In those first two episodes, Helen is more alive than ever, full of emotions that overwhelm her, and you FEEL for her. Usually, I feel that for Dale, too, with his big wet eyes and the constant panic in 2/3 of the scenes he’s in. But so far this season? I feel nothing, except concern for him. He’s just empty, he’s pretending with everyone, at work, with Kay, with Helen. He’s struggling to be in control in any way he can, paying for what I can’t really describe as intimacy, since he’s using those moments to try asserting any kind of control.

Plus, he’s got a terrible wig, but I’m aware that’s mostly me overfixating on it.

I also know something’s gotta give. I’m suspecting episode 3 will do that, one way or another.

It's 6am, let’s gooooo

3.03 Behind the Front Line

HOLY HELL, this episode came for me!!! My favorite one of the season so far, shockingly I know haha, with it containing Helen’s long awaited diagnosis and that famous improv scene at her house.

Let me say it again: HOLY HELL 😭😭😭

I seriously love the way they handled Helen learning what her diagnosis is, from her figuring it out on her own by doing research, to her losing her shit as a result of her psychiatrist confirming it. I’ve figured it was borderline personality disorder a long time ago when I first watched the show and did research before starting to write fanfic about her, because I wanted to understand her better and be mindful in the way I wrote her, and like her doctor said, she ticked so many of those boxes.

Don’t get me started on how Dale reassures her with “All I see is you” to counter her saying he must have seen it, must have known. He’s not brushing off or denying the messiest parts of her, he’s acknowledging them, basically saying it’s always been part of her, and he’s loved her as she was and as she is. Beautiful, beautiful scene, Anna’s acting was insane, absolutely insane, cannot wait to rewatch it in a loop until every frame is carved in my neurodivergent brain.

I am so worried for my boy Dale though, he’s so fucking dead inside. Still practicing sounding normal in front of mirrors, like the beautiful neurospicy human that he is. Helen being surprised that he’s throwing himself a birthday party and him being literally “it’s a social event, it’s a normal thing to do” DALE MY LOVE YOU ARE ALLOWED NOT TO FIT IN.

I do not trust whatever is going on between him and Kay. I don’t understand how anyone can fall for Dale *right now*. Like I get why both Helen and Tim were swooning over Dale in s1 because he was so squishy and nerdy and sweet and full of tears, but THIS Dale Kay is interacting with? HE’S A SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING. He’s just as much of a lifeless husk on the desk as he is away from it and IT HURTS MY SOUL. So yeah, Kay saying “I love the way you make me feel” I’m just??? Also, the fact that she keeps comparing him to her dad, haha. Anyway, I don’t sense this ‘relationship’ going anywhere healthy given the state of things.

Also, LINDSAY???? He didn’t actually give Noelene her maternity leave, at all???? Being a fucking racist???? Crashing the party and having a temper tantrum???? I am not surprised by any of this but god this man deserves a heart attack or a stroke for fuck’s sake.

Noelene is absolutely fabulous, LOVE the way she just said fuck it and gave the story to Helen, then JOINED Helen, like YES QUEEEEEEENS.

I have no idea what to expect for the second half of the season, although I suspect since the first half was more about Helen’s mental health and job, the second half will focus more on Dale’s mental health and job, as in, I’m waiting for him to break. Guessing the 6th and final episode titled “The Fall” might feature a bit of that. Our boy is drinking a lot. Like, A LOT.

3.04 One Team, All Brothers

Ugh. UGH.

I always loved how this show handles complex topics, and this episode was as strong as ever. I’m GLAD Rob’s attitude toward racism was brought to light, Noelene absolutely killed it. Rob’s scene with Deano…man 😭

Equally loved Helen’s journey through this episode, how she’s trying to help but as always she’s confronted to people around her not wanting to stir the pot, and how in the end, she is just another “white woman” because, well, she is. LYNUS THOUGH, so so glad to have more of him, he’s so wonderful ❤️

I am so so in love with the way they show Helen working so hard on not losing it at work, using strategies and calling her therapist like, I can’t remember seeing this side of mental health portrayed on tv like this before, it is so validating. And watching it WORK, watching how it allows her to ground herself. And sure it might not always work, but at least she’s being given the tools to handle those overwhelming emotions, and I’m so proud of her.

Talking of in love, I did not see the “I’m in love with you” from Bill thing coming, but I am here for the drama. I don’t even blame this man, he spent months with her overseas where she was clearly thriving, he got to see the best side of her, and yeah, we’ve all been there, Bill. Curious to see how that’s going to impact the next two episodes because talk about awkward, he’s executive producer 💀

NERVOUS about the Kay and Dale thing. They make me uncomfortable, as stated in my previous comments for episode 3, this is not love, this is them using each other for very different reasons. Nervous about Dale’s escort not being as discreet in the future as Dale hopes he’ll be. Also, EVELYN?? I get that she’s “looking out for her daughter” but what a fucking bitch, as Helen would say.

Also I just gotta say, that bit at the start, with Helen and Dale watching those parodies of themselves :’)) How Helen is just finding it all so hilarious, including the parody of her (which is so funny honestly), while Dale is just…well, dead inside, BECAUSE THAT IS JUST DALE’S DEFAULT MODE THIS SEASON.

God I do hope we start seeing him crack soon, I am so desperate for some EMOTIONS FROM HIM. And I gotta say, this show as always is great at surprising me. 4 episodes out of 6, and so far, none of the ‘ugly competition’ between Helen and Dale I was expecting/fearing from the promo and season synopsis. Yes their shows are against one another, timewise, and yes, there’s competition between networks, but it’s like, in the background, and it’s not seemed to have impacted whatever version of ‘friendship’ they both have at the moment. I put ‘friendship’ in quotes because well, see my “DALE IS DEAD INSIDE” comments. This poor man is just existing right now.

I’m wondering if Helen is so focused on her show and working on herself (as she should ❤️) and just happy that Dale is still part of her life in some capacity, that she’s not yet gone “hey honey, you look and sound a little like a fucking zombie, let’s talk about this”. I’m also thinking, between their schedules and him dating Kay, they don’t actually see each other that often, and never for long. I’m just…I want someone to ACKNOWLEDGE that Dale is not doing well, and I would 1000% appreciate it most if it was Helen 😭

3.05 On the Brink

There is something incredibly sad in the fact that Helen’s comments on air, about how shame and isolation are what makes having mental health issues so unbearable, are being said on a show that takes place in 1989, yet are still extremely relevant to this day, 35 years later. There has been great progress, but not enough. It’s 2025 and struggling with anxiety or depression, or anything of the sort, is STILL so misunderstood by most people, still hush hush.

That being said, I am so incredibly moved, so so grateful, that the show has chosen to bring so much light on mental health through Helen. I’m going to need to process everything in this episode but that was beautifully cathartic, can’t quite talk about it properly yet.

Also, absolutely heartbroken about Dale completely spiraling, between the drinking and the drugs, while being fucking blackmailed. The final episode clearly is called “The Fall” for a very good reason 😭 A little terrified to watch it, as it will be THE END, so I’m going to make myself some lunch instead. But given how beautifully they’ve handled Helen’s story in those last 5 episodes, I absolutely trust that they put just as much care in Dale’s breaking point. I also trust the fact that in the past, whenever one of them broke, the other was there to catch them. And I cannot wait for that.

One last thing about this episode, I feel like Helen turning down Bill is another proof of the progress she’s made. She has a fear of abandonment, she latches on to people who are showing her the slightest bit of love, of attention, even when it’s the toxic kind, and she’s not been shy about seeking pleasure. And here you have this man who’s telling her he loves her, who’s her boss (another pattern in her previous lifestyle), and she says no.

I am so proud of her 😭

3.06 The Fall

This was so fucking hard to watch. The first part of it with Dale’s breakdown, absolutely heartbreaking, I was literally clutching at my face and hiding my eyes at times. The self-loathing was difficult to WATCH, I just…Sam Reid, what the fuck, his performance. It WAS like watching a trainwreck in real time. The part with him hitting himself, and listening to those awful audience comments over and over and over again 😭 This man was in so much pain, and SO touch-starved, needing real connection but not finding it 😭

It did bother me that they made the plot decision to just....let Dale sit on that desk, CLEARLY DRUNK and looking the way he did, when a few episodes ago, Helen was sent home straight away when she tried doing her show while drunk/high. If they couldn’t keep him off the desk at least don’t go live and put the “technical issues” screen on, and DON’T LEAVE HIM ON AIR FOR SO LONG.

God Lindsay really is a fucking villain, him looming over Dale, just…the psychological abuse was so so hard to watch.

He didn’t just deserve to be sacked, HE DESERVED TO BE RUN OVER BY A BUS. That being said I’m extremely glad the show ended with him gone, and Dennis stepping in.

Ugh I absolutely love Noelene telling Helen exactly what she thinks. Not only did she stand up for herself, she also gave Helen the last push she needed to call the shots for HER show.

The image of her being the lone woman at that table full of men once again berating her, was so damn powerful, ESPECIALLY the way she just let them have their trantrum, only to calmly tell them “No” and step away like, QUEEN.

Oh and Helen's "I'm not gonna be punished because I didn't want to fuck you" to Bill?

The Helen x Dale content was so scarce this season, but I don’t actually mind it? Like, the shipper in me mourns the fact that we didn’t get more and will never get more, but I’m a fic writer, I’ll make more 😏 I am 150% happy with the fact that they focused so much more on Helen’s journey through taking care of her mental health, and Dale stepping away from this toxic, TOXIC environment.

Also all the call backs to season 1 guys, I cannot 😭 Her ‘rescuing’ him, the dialogue being almost exactly the same from the pilot 😭😭😭 Not gonna lie the fact that it’s basically how I started my own “helen x dale post s2 fix it fic” over a year ago gives me warm feelings. Also, I am terrible person for thinking this but when Dale told his mum that what was in the paper was true (about him being with men) and he said “I love you, I hope you can still love me” and she said NOTHING? I thought “well I’m not so sorry I killed you off in my fic now” because?!!! 🙃 I’m sure she’ll come around and everything, she STAYED with him, but it's still a gut punch compared to Helen’s “I love you just the way you are” in season 1 after he told her the truth.

Honestly, I didn’t know what kind of ending I wanted for these two as a pair, except that this is what I was hoping for, since I figured there wouldn’t me any romantic ending. Them CLEARLY in each other’s lives, clearly better when they have each other, with me free to imagine that when Dale comes home from Germany, he smooches the hell out of Helen and they get acquainted with her couch again :’))

(you know she's thinking about that couch)

(can we blame her? LOOK AT HIM)

I’m going to need to rewatch this season at least once or twice in the next week to really take it all in. I am so sad that it’s over, overwhelmed with so many emotions after taking it all in so fast, but also very content. I feel they wrapped everyone’s storyline beautifully, and left us on a GOOD, positive note, full of hope.

And again, so beyond grateful for how truly Helen focused this last season was.

God that was so beautiful.

[sadiebrin]

It was hard to tell whether he was talking about real cookies or symbolic cookies, now. Regardless, the topic soon turned to raisin goodies. "They might... Maybe I'll order something for later." Given her grocery venture had gone awry, she would need more to eat later. Raisin bread could last alright in her bag, at least, and if it came as an entire loaf, it could last a little while, too. Chocolate was quite nice. Wait- one of the things he missed? A flicker of empathy traced her features. "No chocolate, either?"

A shrug met the dismissal of his past fashion choices, "Wear whatever you like." She encouraged, nodding as he clung to his leather jacket. "They can be quite comfortable." From an objective standpoint.

Not anymore? That was an interesting choice of words... The soldier's brows furrowed, eyes searching for his, instinctively. There was an element of concern behind them, silently asking what he meant by that. Her mind drifted in a myriad of directions, but one theory she kept to herself for the time being was a mutation. Had his aging halted, somehow? Or slowed drastically? Ice. Tight muscles woken in harsh jolts. Her body heavy and hardly responsive, like trudging through snow up to her waist. And then deep, uncontrollable shivers.

A bounty hunter. Leather jackets. No- that was probably irrelevant. Stop. It could just be a mutation, or something else of concern, or even a slip of the tongue. Still, her expression showed an interest in elaboration, if he was comfortable, but didn't push if not. It wasn't as though she were particularly overt about her own mutation among strangers, most of the time.

She felt the tiny pads of the kitten's paws on her leg. Sharp little nails piercing through her pants, not in an act of aggression, but contentment. And then they snuggled in. She was honoured to have gained the little one's trust. "So adorable." She agreed, softly. A snort met the name suggestion, "Buzzy Bumblebee?" Came her counter, not entirely realizing that he'd been joking. Bumble could be a cute variation. "Stormy is sweet, too." And certainly fitting.

Once they'd finished up with their snacks, she passed the kitten back to Wade as subtly as she could to hide beneath his jacket while she went to check out their selection of loaves behind the counter. They did have some raisin bread, so she ordered a loaf and tucked it away into her backpack before paying for her food.

Back in the rain she followed Wade to his truck, walking close to the building walls as long as she could, and hesitating only for a moment outside of the vehicle before sliding into the passenger seat. Her eyes scanned the back section, subtly. She already had multiple escape routes in mind if need be. She could blow the door off of it's hinges, or rip the steering wheel out of place if she had to. Her hands were free, and had easy access to the front dash. Of course, she had the kitten to account for as well, now. But she'd protected beings before, and they were in her lap, for easy shielding. She could even make a quick pouch out of the bottom of her shirt if she had to.

Being able to see the route was certainly appreciated, as was the confirmation that she was still up for it. "Sure." It was a quick pitstop, and she was staying the night in town, anyways.

I'm sorry my bebis, a little longer. I'm on my way to you.

She rubbed the kitten's back, distantly, a soft smile tracing her lips with the enthusiastic mew.

The soldier bunched herself up under the desk, palms pressed to her ears with enough pressure that she could hear the squeak of her joints. She was trying to block out the noise. The angry shouts as she disobeyed direct orders. When had she entered the office? One minute she'd been searching the aisles...

well,

Shallow breaths

A tap on her shoulder, sending her jolting alongside her racing heart, wide eyes searching for the source- an elderly woman with a light laugh, and an apology for startling her. She was only reaching for the milk

Bright, fluorescent lights

Constant chatter and clanging and beeping that was not, in fact, a heart rate monitor, and was instead the tills as the cashiers scanned various items

Too many options

kind of.

At some point she'd passed the bakery, and a small child in a cart had wheeled by, holding a...

And then she'd found herself in the office. The door was locked from the inside. The desk had the indent of fingers on the edge of it's surface, as though imprinted in wet cement. One of it's legs wiggled like a snake. Both still gleaned with the sweat of her hands.

The manager kept slamming on the door, shouting and raving about calling the police, and company files and trespassing. And yet she was frozen in place. - For Wade, sadiebrin

@sadiebrin

"Donuts or muffins?" Wade muttered to himself as he looked around the bakery section. His head tilted to one side, then the other. "Eh, they each have their good points..."

It was supposed to rain today. Not just rain, thunderstorm. So far, though, the sky had gone dark for a couple hours and it had gotten rather windy, but so far... no rain or thunder. Perfect weather for Wade to do a little shopping during normal human hours without fear of getting too impaired by the sun. He'd felt a mild tingling on his skin when he stepped outside, but... not too bad. And really, he just had to go from his apartment building to his SUV, and then from there into the store. He could do that standing on his head, so... time to shop.

Being a vampire sucked, pun intended. Needing blood all the time was not only unappealing to Wade, but it was massively inconvenient with his schedule and lifestyle. And he refused to give up the foods he loved, even if they did nothing for him nowadays. At least he could eat whatever he wanted without fear of getting fat or developing heart disease, since whatever made him a vampire seemed to regulate his body to keep it in tip-top shape without him having to do much of anything.

His deliberations on exactly what kind of indulgent human food to buy were interrupted by a very distressed woman staggering from near where he was toward the back of the store. Confections could wait. Wade followed her, sensing that something was very wrong. When she went inside an office and slammed the door, Wade stopped and watched as the manager began pounding on the door like a child throwing a tantrum. "Really?" Wade mumbled to himself.

Making his way to the door, Wade laid his hand on the manager's shoulder. "Take a breath, okay? I think she's havin' some kinda problem." The manager was taking too many breaths, as it were, and spouting more boisterous nonsense about how she wasn't allowed in there, and if she didn't come out right this instant he was going to called the cops!

With an irritated smirk, Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Dude, relax, I am the cops," he said, flashing his badge just fast enough for the manager to see something that looked official but not long enough for him to actually read that it only said government licensed bounty hunter on it. It worked, and the manager took a step back from the door. Only one. Wade looked at him like, you gotta be kiddin' me with this bullshit. "Yeah, you wanna gimme some time here, man? I'll handle it, don't worry." With that, the manager huffed and left to deal with an irate woman who couldn't find the type of cheese she wanted and was making it everyone else's problem.

"Hey... miss?" he called through the door. "You okay in there? Need some help?" He was trying to get through to the woman but also sound as non-threatening as he could manage.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Aha! Now we know why they poke each other cheeks ☺️

FK x Internovel 2024

Credit of video/photos/translation as above

30/07/2024

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Evil murder kitten tries to evil murder you in your sleep. She's desperate for a reason not to evil murder you because she does not want to.

[mariocki]

RIP Kenneth Cope (14.4.1931 - 11.9.2024)

"Michael Pratt and I just gelled. We had never met previously but we got on so well. Michael wrote, and we had such a great relationship that we would just change lines, and we were both on the same wavelength. That was such a lucky, lucky thing."

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/710465015712530432/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“Because I know you,” he said confidently, still maintaining that angelic tone of voice in an effort to soothe her frazzled nerves. “Both from our lessons together and from rehearsals-you are the hardest working performer in the company, I’ve seen it myself! You have thrown yourself into this role with all your heart and soul, and I believe that dedication will pay off. Your performance tonight, I believe...will live in the audience’s hearts forever.” His own included.

And even if she did not succeed (which he didn’t think was possible, quite honestly)? He would still love her anyways. He did not say so aloud, not wanting to make her fear failing anymore than she already did, but it was the honest truth. However tonight went, he would still love her.

As he observed her in all her grand and regal beauty, looking as if she were a great muse awaiting for her portrait to be painted (oh, what a honor that would be, for any artist!), all garbed in scarlets and emeralds, the angelic tone slipped away, and he found himself smiling shyly, cheeks pink behind the mask as he complimented, “Y-You look...b-beautiful.”

[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Housewardens

Part 2 with Vice-Housewardens + Ruggie

Riddle Rosehearts

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood and the rustle of fabric as you flopped onto the couch with all the grace of a cat forcibly denied its favorite sunny spot.

The argument still hung in the air, an unspoken tension that neither you nor Riddle were willing to breach—at least not yet. He wasn’t wrong, not entirely, but he wasn’t right either. The impasse was as thick as the silence between you.

Determined to make a statement, you yanked the blanket off the couch arm and cocooned yourself in it, defiantly turning your back to the door. No way were you crawling back to bed tonight. Your pride wouldn’t let you. Let him stew in his perfectly fluffed, oversized bed.

Meanwhile, in his room, Riddle’s impeccable composure was fraying at the edges. He lay stiff as a board under his duvet, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to all his mistakes. His pillows seemed unusually hard, the blankets too suffocating, and no matter how he adjusted, something felt... wrong.

It didn’t take him long to figure out the culprit: you weren’t there.

He groaned softly into the darkness. Guilt clawed at his insides, sharp and relentless, each tick of the clock making it harder to bear. He’d handled things poorly—he could admit that, now that the heat of the argument had ebbed. And worse, he couldn’t bear the thought of you being upset, out there on the couch, all because of his stubbornness.

With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, he threw off his blanket and shuffled into the living room. His breath caught when he saw you.

There you were, fast asleep, your cheek smushed against the arm of the couch, one arm dangling off the side. The sight was far too adorable for the emotional train wreck he’d become. His guilt doubled.

Riddle knelt by the couch quietly, determined not to wake you. But as he crouched there, the exhaustion hit him—of the argument, the guilt, the restless tossing and turning. Maybe just sitting here would suffice. He wouldn’t disturb you.

A few minutes turned into an hour. Before he knew it, he’d slumped sideways against the couch, head lolling onto his arms, fast asleep in what had to be the most uncomfortable position imaginable.

When you stirred awake, the morning light was peeking through the curtains. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes, the previous night’s anger feeling like a distant shadow. That was when you noticed him—his normally pristine figure curled up on the floor, head resting uncomfortably close to your dangling hand.

Your chest ached at the sight. The idiot. The sweet, guilty idiot.

You reached out, brushing your fingers lightly against his hair. “Riddle,” you whispered. “Hey… wake up.”

He stirred, blinking up at you with sleep-clouded eyes, disoriented but instantly softening when he saw your face. Without a word, he shifted closer, arms wrapping around your middle as he buried his face against your stomach.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles, voice thick and quiet.

You freeze but quickly recover, leaning into his embrace. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your blanket. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand.”

Your throat tightened, and you found yourself carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered. “Let’s not fight like that again.”

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in quiet forgiveness. When he finally looked up at you, there was a hesitant, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Will you come back to bed now?” he asked softly.

“Only if you promise to use it too. No more couch-floor accommodations,” you teased, pinching his cheek lightly.

“Deal,” he murmured, and together, you made your way back—closer than before, warmth filling the space where anger once was.

Leona Kingscholar

The argument had been sharp, biting, and the kind of fight where you both refused to back down. Storming out of the bedroom felt dramatic enough to match the vibe, so you grabbed a blanket, stomped to the living room, and threw yourself onto the couch with the weight of your indignation. “Fine,” you muttered into the cushions. “Let him have the stupid bed. I don’t care.”

And at the time, you didn't. You were replaying his snarky remarks and cursing his stubborn attitude. But the couch was lumpy, the blanket too short, and sleep came grudgingly after what felt like hours of stewing.

When you finally woke, disoriented and achy, something felt...off. For starters, you weren’t on the couch anymore. You were in the bed, wrapped snugly in the comforter that still carried Leona’s scent.

Blinking against the sunlight, you sat up, confusion clouding your thoughts. At the foot of the bed was the blanket you’d dragged out last night, now neatly folded like some taunting symbol of Leona’s existence.

And Leona himself? Missing.

You slid out of bed and wandered to the living room, where the answer to your mystery lay sprawled across the couch. The sight of him, however, made your irritation waver.

Leona was far too large for the couch. His long legs hung over the edge at weird angles, and one arm was slung over his face to block the light filtering through the curtains. He looked wildly uncomfortable, but his usual arrogance softened in sleep, his face peaceful and unguarded.

It didn’t take a genius to piece it together. He must have carried you to bed sometime in the night, only to exile himself to the lumpy couch. The guy could be maddeningly stubborn, but this... this unexpected gesture had you torn between wanting to yell at him or simply kissing him awake.

Ultimately, you decided to settle for the middle ground.

Crouching next to the couch, you reached out and brushed the stray strands of hair from his face. Before you could withdraw, one eye cracked open, and a lazy grin spread across his lips.

“Caught ya,” he drawled, voice rough from sleep.

You raised an eyebrow. “You moved me to the bed, didn’t you?”

He huffed, clearly uninterested in owning up to the sentimentality of it. “Couldn’t leave you out there whining in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t whining!” you protested, even though your cheeks were burning.

“Sure you weren’t,” he replied smoothly, grabbing your wrist before you could retreat. With a sharp tug, he pulled you down, practically pinning you against him. “Don’t see the big deal. You’re mine, aren’t ya? ‘Course I’m gonna take care of you.”

The casual way he said it didn’t make it any less sincere.

You sighed, melting into his warmth despite yourself. “I hate how sweet you can be when I’m trying to stay mad at you.”

His smirk widened, and he tucked you closer, burying his face in your hair. “Didn’t mean to piss you off,” he murmured against your temple. “But you’re not leaving this couch till we make up. Deal?”

You rolled your eyes, but your voice softened. “Deal.”

As the tension melted away and his arms tightened around you, the couch didn’t seem quite so lumpy anymore. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad place to be.

Azul Ashengrotto

The argument had been tense, the kind where you both said things you probably shouldn’t have. Frustrated and too stubborn to stay in the same space as Azul, you grabbed a pillow and marched out to the couch. He’d barely tried to stop you, his pride seemingly keeping him rooted in the bedroom.

But pride was a fickle thing, and now you were left trying to fall asleep on the stiff cushions. Every creak of the floorboards made you feel a little guilty, knowing exactly who it was.

You didn’t even need to look; you could feel Azul’s presence lingering in the doorway, his usual composure clearly absent. The sound of shuffling footsteps returned to the bedroom, and you thought maybe he’d finally leave you alone—only to hear those same footsteps inch closer again a minute later.

"Azul, I know you're there," you muttered, cracking an eye open and turning toward the doorway. Sure enough, there he was, peeking out. His glasses caught the faint glow of the hallway light, and he immediately froze like he’d been caught stealing treasure.

“I-I wasn’t...” he started, before trailing off, clearly scrambling for an excuse.

You sighed and sat up, your frustration ebbing in the face of how uncharacteristically sheepish he looked. This was Azul Ashengrotto, the calculating businessman who could sell ice to Yetis—and yet he couldn’t even apologize without peering at you like a child who’d been scolded.

“If you’re just going to lurk there all night, we’re both going to lose sleep,” you said, finally beckoning him over with a wave.

Azul hesitated for a fraction of a second before his composure cracked, and he shuffled toward the couch. “I didn’t mean for things to escalate...” he started, sitting next to you, his head ducked low, voice soft.

You smirked despite yourself. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

He bristled, his dignity rallying as he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “I am not—”

“You’re very cute,” you interrupted, and the smallest flicker of a pout crossed his lips.

Azul looked away, a hint of color dusting his pale cheeks. “You’re the worst.”

“And you still love me,” you countered, pulling him down beside you. “Truce?”

He glanced at you, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. “Truce.”

Apologies came in murmured exchanges after that, both of you acknowledging where you’d gone wrong. You knew you’d both let pride get in the way—typical for two people as headstrong as yourselves.

Eventually, Azul’s head rested on your shoulder, his warm weight grounding you. You leaned back against the couch, and despite its discomfort, it felt perfect with him there.

“You know,” you whispered, running a hand gently through his hair, “for a guy who’s made half of Twisted Wonderland sign contracts, you really can’t stand your ground for the life of you.”

Azul huffed, turning his face into your shoulder to hide. “Do you want me to apologize again?”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Nope. I think I’ll just enjoy this.”

And with that, the two of you finally let the tension of the argument melt away, falling asleep together on the couch in an imperfect, perfectly “you and Azul” sort of peace.

Kalim Al-Asim

The argument had been uncharacteristically heated—rare for someone as sunny and easygoing as Kalim—but even he had limits, and so did you. When your stubborn streak flared, it ended with you grabbing a blanket and storming off to the couch.

“No, Kalim, I’m fine. You sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep here,” you snapped, cutting off his attempts to follow you. His face fell, but for once, he didn’t argue, retreating to the bedroom with a defeated slump of his shoulders.

You burrowed into the couch cushions, determined to stay mad, but as sleep started to claim you, the anger dulled into annoyance. It didn’t matter. He started it, you thought stubbornly, clutching the blanket tighter.

A soft rustle of fabric woke you, tugging you from the edges of sleep. Blinking groggily, you turned your head to see Kalim crouched beside the couch, carefully tucking another blanket over you. He had his tongue poking out slightly in concentration, his touch so gentle that it was clear he didn’t want to wake you.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.

Kalim flinched, looking at you like a startled puppy caught raiding the kitchen. “Oh, I—uh—I just thought you might be cold, so I…”

He trailed off, clearly expecting you to brush him off again. Instead, you sighed, your irritation melting as you realized just how ridiculous he looked, trying to coddle you even while you were angry at him.

“Come here,” you said, sitting up and pulling the blanket back a bit.

“What? No, I don’t want to—”

“Kalim.”

His protest crumbled immediately, and he slid onto the couch beside you, tucking his legs up awkwardly. You wrapped the blanket over both of you, and after a moment of stunned hesitation, Kalim relaxed into the embrace, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice small and earnest. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You sighed, tilting your head to rest on his. “I’m sorry too. I overreacted.”

He perked up slightly at that, his usual cheer trying to peek through. “So… does this mean you won’t sleep out here alone again?”

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you under this blanket, Asim,” you teased, though your smile softened the words.

Kalim beamed, his arms wrapping snugly around your middle. “I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me forever!”

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning back into the cushions. The couch wasn’t exactly built for two people, but the warmth of his presence made it easy to ignore. Slowly, you both drifted to sleep, Kalim murmuring sweet nothings even as his breaths evened out.

Maybe next time, you thought sleepily, you’d just let him win.

The argument left both of you simmering in silence, which for Vil was a rarity. Instead of his usual icy composure, he seemed genuinely rattled. You, however, weren’t in the mood to care. Grabbing a blanket with theatrical flair, you stomped to the couch.

“You can have your perfectly fluffed pillows and skincare routine in peace,” you muttered, tucking yourself in with a spiteful sense of triumph.

Once comfortably cocooned, you scrolled on your phone, trying to drown out the lingering annoyance. That’s when you heard it—sharp, purposeful footsteps marching toward you.

Before you could react, Vil appeared like a vengeful storm god, looking every bit as flawless as a deity would while furious. With a huff that could make kingdoms tremble, he reached for your arm and began dragging you back to the bedroom.

“Vil, what are you—let me go! I’m fine out here!” you protested, but his grip was firm, his annoyance palpable.

Once you were unceremoniously deposited by the bed, he turned to you, pointing at your neatly made side. “You are sleeping there,” he declared.

You folded your arms. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Deal with it.”

He tilted his head, his expression a dangerous blend of frustration and disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’ve ruined my entire evening, and now you expect me to suffer further by sleeping alone?”

“Ruined? Seriously?” you shot back.

“Yes! I require my beauty sleep, and I can’t possibly get it knowing you’re out there, sulking on a couch. It’s impossible to relax without you next to me—so you, are going to have to take responsibility!”

The sheer audacity of his statement left you blinking. It was so dramatic and entirely Vil that you couldn’t help it—you laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full-bodied, slightly wheezing laugh that made you clutch your sides.

Vil crossed his arms, arching an offended brow. “I fail to see what’s funny.”

“You,” you said between giggles. “This whole ‘it’s your fault I can’t sleep because I love you’ nonsense. You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed, and once your laughter subsided, he gestured to the bed again, this time more softly. “Please. Don’t make me sleep without you.”

You relented, sliding under the blankets. As you settled in, Vil switched off the lights, the room going still.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly after a moment. His tone was sincere, lacking the sharp edges from earlier.

You shifted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him gently against you. “I’m sorry too.”

Vil let out a contented hum, nestling into your hold. With your body heat mingling and the earlier tension dissipating, it didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep—together, as it should be.

The argument had been rough—sharp words, bitter edges, the kind of fight that left your chest heavy. It didn’t matter how much Idia stammered his way through an apology or tried to explain his side; you weren’t ready to hear it yet. So, in an act of frustrated finality, you grabbed a blanket and retreated to the couch, refusing to spare him another glance.

Sleep came in patches, your mind replaying the fight in a loop. At some point, the dull ache in your bladder forced you to stumble toward the bathroom. On your way back, you froze, hearing quiet, panicked murmurs drifting from Idia’s room.

“Ortho, what do I do? I think I really messed up this time,” his voice wavered, thick with worry. “They probably hate me now. Like, actual hate—no respawn, no restart. I mean, who else would put up with me? I’ve completely blown it.”

You sighed, anger ebbing as guilt trickled in. You hadn’t meant to push him that far, and his usual self-deprecating spiral sounded more frayed than usual.

Pushing the door open, you caught the tail end of Ortho’s voice. “Big Brother, you should—oh!” His robotic eyes darted to you, scanning the scene. A moment later, he gave a tiny thumbs-up and practically zoomed out of the room, leaving you and Idia alone.

Idia froze when he noticed you. His shoulders hunched as if he could shrink his already wiry frame. “I-I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Sorry for being pathetic. Again.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you stepped forward and opened your arms. “Come here, you dramatic dork.”

His eyes widened, hesitation etched into every inch of his posture. When you didn’t move or drop your arms, he finally shuffled over, nervously slipping into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him securely, and his entire body seemed to deflate as tension drained out of him.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he admitted, voice muffled against your shoulder.

You huffed softly, rubbing his back. “Idia, I wasn’t leaving. Just... needed space to cool off. And honestly, hearing you lose your mind over it made it hard to stay mad.”

“Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” he mumbled, the words tumbling in an embarrassed rush. “Um, does this mean...?”

“It means I still love you,” you interrupted gently.

His grip on you tightened for a moment before he pulled back, pink dusting his cheeks and his hair glowing pink at the ends. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost missed it.

“I’m sorry too,” you replied, kissing his cheek and earning a startled squeak.

Together, you made your way back to bed. As you settled under the blankets, his fingers tangled hesitantly with yours. The argument seemed miles away now, replaced by the steady warmth of simply being with him.

“I’ll try to be better,” he murmured into the quiet.

“You’re already enough, Idia,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles, grounding both of you in the quiet comfort of reconciliation.

The argument left both of you tense, and you were too mad to deal with Malleus' brooding silence. Grabbing a blanket, you stormed off toward the couch, refusing to even glance at him. "I'm sleeping on the couch," you announced. "Goodnight."

Malleus stood frozen for a moment, processing your declaration, and you could feel his pout even with your back turned. "You do not need to sleep on the couch," he finally said.

"I'm not changing my mind," you shot back, tossing the blanket onto the couch for emphasis.

There was a brief, sulking pause. Then, he went quiet—suspiciously quiet. You peeked over your shoulder just in time to catch him crossing his arms with a look of smug triumph spreading across his face.

“Malleus—”

Before you could finish the thought, a flash of green lightning struck the couch, reducing it to a pile of ash with alarming precision. You stood there, jaw dropping as the faint smell of charred upholstery wafted in the air.

"Well," Malleus said, ever so matter-of-factly, "it seems the couch is… out of commission. A most unfortunate turn of events."

You turned to him, dumbfounded. "Did you seriously just smite your own couch?"

He looked at you expectantly, his lips pressed into an overly calm smile. "The bed is still available," he offered, gesturing toward the bedroom as though that solved everything.

Your anger reignited—if that was even possible after witnessing such sheer audacity. Without a word, you dropped your blanket onto the floor, flopping down dramatically as if making it your personal mission to out-stubborn a dragon fae.

He stared at you in bewilderment, clearly expecting a different outcome. For a long moment, he didn’t move, as though trying to process your act of defiance. Then, with an audible sigh, he finally caved.

“Alright,” he said softly, crouching to your level. His eyes held a rare vulnerability. “I… overreacted. I apologize for upsetting you.”

You bit back a smirk, pretending to be unimpressed even as you felt your resolve softening. "I wasn’t thrilled about it, yeah."

Malleus tilted his head, something of a pout returning to his expression. “Will you come back to bed, then? The floor hardly befits someone so precious to me.”

“Only if you promise not to zap anything else," you teased, finally relenting as you reached out to take his offered hand.

He helped you up gently, his grip firm but careful, as though he feared breaking you. “I cannot promise to never act rashly in defense of my love,” he murmured, leading you back to the room.

Settling into the bed together, you couldn’t resist poking at him one last time. “You really destroyed your own couch just to keep me near you, huh? You know they make couple’s therapy for this, right?”

He chuckled softly, pulling you close. “I would smite an entire castle if it meant you stayed by my side.”

“Noted,” you said, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the warmth in your chest. As you both drifted off, tangled in the sheets, you couldn’t help but think how absurdly lucky you were to be loved by someone so dramatic—and so utterly devoted.

Masterlist

[cherrygirlfriend]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ my nerdy boy

pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader synopsis: all about nerd!rafe and his popular, secretly pervy girlfriend ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა warnings: smut, masturbation (f), implied virgin!rafe, MDNI! wc: 500 a/n; this is the first rafe fic on this account that isn't a repost! anyway lmk if you want to read more about them, this was sort of a 'morning thoughts' kinda post i wrote within an hour of waking up ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

masterlist ♡ pervert!reader masterlist

when you first met rafe, he was tutoring you for math and the moment you saw him, you thought he looked downright edible in his little specs and his slicked-back hair. he wore baggy hoodies and sweatshirts adorned with your college's name, but one time, you grabbed his bicep to 'steady yourself' (to feel him up) and you felt the hard planes of muscles hidden under his clothes that immediately gave you filthy thoughts.

from then on, you'd do anything to see that pretty blush that'd sometimes grace his defined cheeks, and it wasn't even a difficult thing to achieve. really, most of the time calling him cute was enough to get him turning as bright as a tomato.

you always wore something low-cut and tight to your tutoring sessions, biting down on your lip and shamelessly pushing your cleavage together as you pretended to listen to him explain statistics, your panties getting wetter and wetter the more and more he stumbled with his words.

when he finally gathered enough courage to ask you out on a date, you took him to see a movie, keeping your arm around his shoulders the entirety of the movie, until the final thirty minutes when you pretended to stretch and yawn, moving your hand to rest on his thigh.

rafe stiffened in his seat, a bulge starting to form in his jeans that you pretended not to notice, all the while drawing hearts on the inside of his thigh with your long, pretty nails.

when you two finally started going out officially, you could tell that he didn't have much experience with relationships, his kisses were clumsy and he kept apologizing if he was 'doing it wrong' and you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

the first time he let you into his dorm room, it was like his personality had been transformed into a bedroom. when he slipped off into the bathroom, you rolled around in his sheets, smelling his shampoo on his pillow, your hand going to rub yourself over your leggings.

you giggled when you saw all the different boxer shorts neatly arranged in his drawer, grabbing a blue plaid pair and slipping them into your bag.

later that night, you called him, wearing his boxer shorts, your arousal soaking them the moment you put them on. he answered in a groggy voice that caused another pang of arousal to go through your body. he'd been up late doing homework, explaining the subject of his essay while you simply 'mmhm'ed and 'oh?'ed at everything the boy said, too busy rubbing yourself to pay any real attention.

you were looking at a picture that you'd secretly taken of him as you worked yourself closer and closer, picturing his hand was the one getting you off, thinking about what it'd be like to jerk him off with your favorite strawberry-scented lotion.

when you finally felt your orgasm rock through you, you bit down on your pillow to muffle the moans and the 'nngh!'s that escaped you.

and for the next ten-or-so minutes, you just listened to him rant about his classes, your hand still in his boxer shorts, a satisfied smile on your lips, thinking of all the ways in which you wanted to defile his innocence.