#the way his whole face just lights up with love

[hanniebaeee]

Something Like Love

Han Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, suggestive MDNI

Genre: friends/friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Summary: You've been in love with Minho for so long, but he's already in a relationship - a really toxic one. And your best friend Jisung, who is also like your best friend with benefits, is your only source of comfort. And it looks like there's more cooking here than just benefits.

Your favorite fuzzy blanket did absolutely nothing to cushion the blow of watching Hana shove her tongue down Minho's throat in her Instagram story. You’ve watched it three times now (you didn’t even know why but you liked torturing yourself). 

Why does he stay with her? She was bossy and such a narcissist! Jisung noticed the pout on your face and sighed, plopping down beside you.

“Put that away,” He said softly, wrestling the phone off your hand and tossing it aside. 

You looked at him and saw him giving you that look. The one that made you wonder why you even want Minho in the first place.

You huffed, throwing your head back dramatically.

“She was literally eating Minho’s face like it was her last meal. And he looked so miserable, Ji. Miserable!”

Jisung raised an eyebrow as he popped open the wine bottle.

“Maybe he likes being miserable. Some people are into that. Like you and this whole ‘pining after your taken best friend’ thing.” Jisung teased, and you glared at him. 

But he just grinned, handing you a glass of wine. 

“Don’t.” you bit out. 

“Don’t what? Tell you the truth? That you’re wasting your time on Minho when you could be -”

“Jisung.”

“Fine, fine.” He threw his hands up in mock surrender, but there was that glint in his eye. That Jisung glint. The one that promised things you didn’t want to think about right now.

Because Jisung? Jisung was safe. He was your comfort zone. The guy who knows exactly when to show up, exactly what to say (or not say), and exactly how to make you forget about Minho.

Like right now.

He set his wine down, leaned back, and patted his lap. “Come here.”

You hesitated, because you know where this is going. It wasn't like this was your first rodeo. But tonight, with Minho’s stupidly gorgeous, miserable face burned into your brain, you didn’t have the energy to resist.

You climbed into Jisung’s lap, and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Let it go, babe” Jisung said softly. “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. But you can make out with your incredibly sexy boy here to forget about him.”  

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”  

“Ridiculously good in bed,” he shot back, leaning in closer.  

“Why am I even friends with you?”  

“Because I’m the only one who puts up with your Minho obsession and gives you orgasms on the regular.”  

You slapped his arm, but he caught your hand, tugging you closer with a smug grin.

“Come on,” he murmured, voice dipping. “Let me take care of you.”  

And that’s how it always is with Jisung. No questions. No strings. Just heat and comfort and the kind of laughter that made your tummy ache.

—-

Later, when you were lying in bed, thoroughly spent, he ran his fingers through your hair.

“You know, I’d treat you way better than Minho ever could.” Jisung teased. 

“Please. You’d annoy the crap out of me within a week.” you snorted. 

“True,” he admitted with a grin, kissing the top of your head. “But at least I wouldn’t make you cry.”

And damn it, if that didn’t make your stupid heart skip a beat.

You weren’t entirely sure why you agreed to this. Maybe it was the way Minho had looked at you, all big, sad eyes and that faint pout you couldn’t resist.  

Jisung smirked like the devil himself as he whispered, “We’re gonna regret this so hard, aren’t we?”  

Of course you did. 

The Christmas market was magical, with the twinkling lights, the scent of cinnamon and mulled wine, and obviously, the company of your friends - but Hana managed to suck the joy out of it faster than the Grinch with a vacuum cleaner.  

The mulled wine was too hot. The fudge was too sweet. The carols were too loud.

You gritted your teeth, gripping Jisung's arm so tight. Why the hell were you all letting her lead the way?! 

Hana stopped in front of a stall selling silk scarves and picked up a bright pink one. 

“Oh this would look good on me,” She announced, and Minho winced before gently saying, “It’s not really your color,” 

“Stop thinking about strangling her with that scarf, love.” Jisung whispered in your ear. 

You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth as Hana shot you a glare. “Something funny?”  

“Nope,” Jisung said smoothly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Just enjoying the festive spirit.”  

“Can you not be so clingy?” Hana snapped at Jisung after she saw him move a strand of hair off your face. “It’s so… obvious.”

“Hana please-” Minho tried. He did.  

“Obvious?” you repeated, voice colder than the December air.

Hana raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a condescending smirk.

“I mean, really. Do you need him to hold your hand all the time?” 

It took everything in you not to lunge at her, and only Jisung’s firm grip on your wrist stopped you from doing something you’d regret.  

“Relax,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “She’s not worth it.”  

“I need to use the bathroom,” you hissed, yanking Jisung on your way, brushing past Minho.

“Why does he need to go with you?” Hana called after you, but you didn’t even glance back.

You stormed through the market, weaving past stalls until you found a quiet corner near a stand selling candied nuts. The scent was almost enough to calm you down. Almost. 

“I swear to god, Sungie, I’m gonna -”  

Before you could finish, Jisung spun you around and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“Breathe,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “She’s not worth the jail time.”  

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, but your anger was already starting to melt under his touch.

“I just - ugh, she’s so -”  

“I know baby, I know,” Jisung said with a little chuckle.  

You huffed out a laugh despite yourself. 

“You’ve gotta let it go, babe. And honestly…” He grinned, his lips brushing yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re way cuter when you’re happy.”

“You’re so smooth,” you murmured, but your hands were already fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer.  

“And yet, here we are,” he teased, before finally kissing you.  

It definitely wasn’t the first time, of course, but it always felt new with Jisung. 

When you finally pulled back, your anger had dissolved into something softer, something sweeter.  

“You good now?” he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.  

“Better,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest.  

“Good.” He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you like he could shield you from the world. “Now, let’s get back out there before Hana convinces Minho to buy her that ugly scarf.”  

“Do we have to?” You groaned.

“Hey, you dragged me here,” he pointed out with a grin.  

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”  

“I am,” he said, tilting your chin up to kiss you again. “Always.”    

The Christmas market outing hadn’t been great, but dinner was starting to look even worse. You all sat at a cozy little restaurant, candlelight flickering over the table while festive decorations twinkled. It should’ve been perfect. 

But then there was Hana.  

Minho had been eyeing the beef stew on the menu with excitement.

“I want to try this,” he said, but Hana barely looked up from her phone.

“That’s too heavy. Order the grilled salmon instead. It’s better for you.” she said, her bossy tone dimming the mood instantly.

Minho’s expression faltered as he said, “I kind of wanted the -”

“Salmon,” Hana interrupted, snapping her menu shut with finality. “Trust me. It's better.”  

You gripped your menu so hard you were surprised it didn’t rip in two. You wanted to stab her with the fork. No wait, you wanted to slap some sense into Minho.

But before you could actually do anything, you felt Jisung's hand on your thigh, his long fingers squeezing gently. 

“Salmon it is,” Minho muttered, deflating like a popped balloon. 

When the waiter came to your table, you watched Minho order two of those damn salmon.

 “I’ll have the beef stew, please.” you heard yourself say.

Jisung immediately chimed in, “And I’ll take the gnocchi.”

You snapped your head toward him, because you've been wanting that gnocchi. He winked at you and said, “It’s called teamwork, babe.”  

Your heart did a weird flip. Damn him and his perfectly calculated sweetness. Your eyes moved towards Minho, who was now clicking some pictures of Hana, and then to Jisung's hand on your thigh.

You placed a hand on top of his and squeezed tight.

—--

The food arrived a short while later, and Hana’s sharp eyes immediately darted to the beef stew in front of you. 

Without a word, you pushed your plate toward Minho.

“Here. Trade with me.” you said. 

Minho blinked, startled.

“What? No, I can’t -”  

“Minho,” you said softly, “it's ok, I want you to have it.”

He hesitated, glancing between you and Hana, whose mouth had tightened into a thin line.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his cheeks pink. 

“Positive.” You smiled, even as your heart twisted.  

Minho hesitated for another moment before switching plates with you.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice full of something you couldn’t quite place.

Before you could start on the salmon, Jisung slid his gnocchi in front of you and took the salmon for himself.

“Sungie, you didn't have to-” You stared at him, half smitten and half exasperated.

“It's for the greater good, you can thank me later,” he said cheerfully, digging in.

Hana’s glare could’ve frozen molten lava, though.

“Do you two always make everything about yourselves?”

Jisung leaned back in his chair, giving her a shit-eating grin.

“Mostly yeah.” he said, and you didn’t miss the way Hana’s eyes narrowed.

As you all fell silent, focusing on your food, you couldn't help but feel a weird pull in your heart. And it had nothing to do with Minho. And everything to do with this messy haired boy sitting beside you.

The cold air bit at your face as you and Jisung stepped out of the restaurant, the distant glow of holiday lights softening the edges of the night.

Now, you were walking side by side through the bustling city streets, holding hands. Snowflakes fluttered down, catching in his messy hair, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.  

You stopped walking, your breath clouding in the cold air. “Why are you so good to me, Sungie?”  

He stopped too, surprised at the abrupt halt and the unexpected question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, making him look absolutely adorable. 

“Because I’m a mess,” you said, half-laughing, half-starting to cry. “Because I keep dragging you into this whole thing with Minho and I feel like I'm so damn selfish…you don't deserve this, Sungie-”  

“I'm doing this for me, not for you or anyone else. Can you try to accept that? I like being with you, ok?” he interrupted, his tone light but his eyes giving him away.  

Your stomach dropped. 

“Relax,” he added quickly, the corner of his mouth quirking up into that familiar smirk. “I’m just saying… I care about you. That’s it. No strings, no expectations. We agreed on that.”  

It was so Jisung - offering everything without asking for a damn thing in return. And it made you want to cry and kiss him all at once.  

So, you did the latter.

You stepped closer, gripping at his jacket tightly to pull him down to meet your lips. His breath hitched as you kissed him, soft at first, then deeper as he kissed you back.

His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as the world around you faded into nothing but the warmth between you two. 

When you finally pulled back, your forehead resting against his, he let out a breathless laugh.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“For being too good for your own good.” You smiled, your hands cupping his cheeks.

“Oh? Are you planning to ‘thank’ me properly?”  he asked, raising an eyebrow, his grin turning wicked.

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing as you whispered, “Take me home then.”  

---

The second you stepped into his apartment, your back hit the door as Jisung kissed you like a man possessed. His hands were busy pulling your jacket off you, followed by your sweater and everything else. 

You sighed as you felt his lips and hands everywhere - as if he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“Been waiting for this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough. “You have no idea.”  

“Then show me,” you shot back, tugging him toward the bedroom.

He chuckled, both of you stumbling into his bedroom, and onto his bed. Clothes were shed, and he was settled in between your legs as he hovered over you.

As your eyes met, you saw something you didn't before - the softness of his gaze, a longing. And it made your heart flutter. Neither of you acknowledge it, and the rest of the night was a blur of soft whispers and sweet love making.

Jisung wasn’t just good - he was great, knowing exactly what you liked. And he did give, over and over again, until you were left breathless and completely exhausted.  

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“For what?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.  

“For being you.”  

Christmas Eve at Jisung’s place was always so chaotic. You both celebrate together when you couldn't travel back home for the holidays. 

Currently his living room was a mess with half-wrapped presents scattered across the floor, the scent of gingerbread in the air, and Jisung humming Christmas songs off-key. 

This year, though, Christmas came with an unexpected guest.  

Minho stood awkwardly in the doorway, a small bag in his hand and a defeated smile on his face. He looked exhausted. 

Hana was officially out of the picture. The breakup had been messy and so damn difficult, but Minho had finally done it. 

Jisung wasted no time pulling him into a tight hug. And you did too, because he needed all the hugs and love you could give because the poor man has been through a lot.

Minho slowly relaxed, even cracked a few jokes.

But it wasn’t until later, when the three of you were cleaning up in the kitchen, that he finally let the mask slip.

“You were right about her,” Minho said quietly, leaning against the counter as he dried a glass.

You glanced up from where you were wiping down the counter, surprised by the softness in his tone. 

“Minho -”  you began, but your eyes fell on Jisung, who quickly left the kitchen, leaving you alone with Minho. You didn't know why, but it absolutely shattered your heart to see him slip away like that. 

“No, let me finish.” He set the glass down and turned to you. “I shouldn’t have dragged it out. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Maybe I was scared to let go... I liked her so much, I kept thinking she would change…but deep down, I knew.”  

You stayed silent, giving him space to continue.  

“And I knew about you,” he admitted, his voice even softer now. “That you… liked me. I just didn’t know how to deal with it. I never thought of you like that and I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've said something.”

You exhaled slowly, leaning back against the counter.

“Love is weird, Minho,” You said quietly. “It's messy and complicated, and you don't have to feel bad about anything. Because you're ok, I'm ok… we're good.”

Minho’s gaze softened, and he stepped closer, his hand brushing yours on the counter. 

“You and Jisung? I think it's great. He is such a nice guy, and it's so obvious that he loves you so much.” Minho said, giving you a grin. 

You smiled gently, your cheeks heating up.

“I think so too,” You whispered. “I’m glad you’re here, Lino…I’ll finish this up, you can go to bed. Get some rest, yeah?”

Minho nodded, pulling you into a quick hug before leaving the kitchen.

Your heart raced as you thought about what Minho said. You've been trying to decide how to bring it up with Jisung for a while now. But you were so afraid, because you know you wouldn't survive the heartbreak if you ever lost Jisung. 

He was everything to you. He made you feel wonderful - like the most special girl in the world. And it felt great. 

So you walked into the living room with wobbly legs, where Jisung was sitting by the Christmas tree, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube. The fairy lights reflected off his skin, making him look impossibly soft and adorable. 

When he saw you, his lips curved into that familiar, heart-melting smile.

“Hey,” he said, setting the cube down. “Everything ok?”

“Sort of.” You grinned, crossing the room to him. Without a word, you slipped into his lap, your arms draping around his neck.  

Jisung’s eyes widened slightly, his hands instinctively settling on your hips. 

“Uh… not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” he asked, his eyes darting towards the guest room where Minho was. 

You leaned in, your lips brushing his in a soft kiss. 

Your eyes meet as you said, “I love you, Sungie.”  

His mouth fell open, and for a second, he just stared at you, completely shocked.

“You… what?”  

“I love you,” you repeated, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I have for a while now. I just didn’t realize it until - well, until recently.” 

The disbelief melted from his face, replaced by a slow, utterly pleased smile.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

You laughed, pressing your lips to his forehead, before saying, “I love you.”

“Good,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “Because I’ve been waiting to hear that for a really long time.”  

And then he kissed you - soft at first, but quickly deepening as his hands slid up your back. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, humming softly as his tongue caressed yours.

“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips. “God, I love you!”

You giggle, pressing kisses to his cheeks. 

“So,” he said, “How exactly do you want to ‘celebrate’?”  

You grinned, pulling him down into another kiss. “I have a few ideas.”  

This was your Christmas. And it was perfect.

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[angellic4l]

ordinary things - s.r

in which; sunshine!reader and season2!spencer grab coffee on their way into work.

content: fluff!! idiots in love ofc, reader loveees autumn, no warnings, gn!reader i’m prettyyy sure, barely any dialogue because i’m far too scared of writing something cringy.

a/n: this is my first fic, i’m being BRAVE posting this ‘cause i am SCARED. i hope whoever reads it enjoys it. i’m also aware it is WINTER, but i felt autumn was more fitting, idk. kisses 💋

Autumn, despite the cold, bitter air and dark mornings it brings to Virginia, is beautiful. In your opinion, anyway. That’s why your face lights up at the first pile of leaves you see outside of your usual coffee shop, the red and orange hues bringing a smile to your face. An even bigger smile than the one you so naturally sport, usually wearing it like a tattoo, almost permanent.

You lightly nudge Spencer’s coat clad arm with your own, pointing at the fiery coloured foliage on the floor, like a child who’s just seen snow for the very first time. Of course, it isn’t your first time seeing autumn leaves, but it excites you the same way nevertheless.

“Oh, Spence, look how pretty they are!” You gush about the leaves, your eyes never leaving the pile on the floor beside the coffee shop door. If they did, you’d have seen that Spencer was already looking at you, your light nudge rendered unnecessary to gain his attention. It was yours the whole time.

A faint chuckle sounds in your ears, soft and breathy, delivered to them by Spencer’s lips.

“Pretty, yeah,” he agrees, his eyes trained on you the whole time, never once dipping to the leaves that you’re so captivated by.

Finally turning your head, gaze diverting from the leaves, to look at Spencer, you see the soft smile adorning his face. With a soft nod of his head towards the door, you both finally enter the coffeehouse, Spencer holding the door for you.

The second you walk in, the warmth from the coffee shop envelops you, a nice contrast from the bitter weather outside, and the smell of freshly ground coffee beans fills your nostrils. Oak tables scatter the small shop, red brick walls complimenting them nicely, and small fairy lights hung to complete the warm atmosphere. It’s like walking into a hug; soothing, pleasant, and warm.

Side by side, you and Spencer stroll over to the counter to order your drinks, pleasantries being exchanged between you and the barista because you frequent the shop almost every morning. Once ordered, the two of you stroll over to the side of the counter to wait patiently for your drinks.

—

Coffee in hand, coat and scarf keeping you warm, and a pep in your step, the pair of you walk side by side over to the FBI building. Cars go past as morning commuters make their way to work, the noise a soothing backdrop to a walk to work with your friend while mid conversation.

“I think autumn’s just so beautiful; the leaves and flowers, how even when they’re dying, parting from their vessel of life, are still so beautiful, y’know?” You ramble, walking in step with Spencer to the BAU.

Another soft chuckle elicits from Spencer’s lip, a similar one to his last chuckle outside of the coffee shop. He doesn’t agree with you this time, though. Turning your head to look at him, a nervous giggle escapes your lips when you see him still laughing.

“What?“

“You have the ability to see beauty in the most ordinary things. It’s endearing.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

Warmth flushes your face, despite the bitter air outside and you quickly avert your gaze to the pavement in front of you instead. Spencer always has the ability to say the most profound things and every single time, they make you blush.

He blushes slightly too, when you look away. Maybe it’s the weight of his words setting in, or maybe it’s how pretty you look with your face tinted pink because of him.

Either way, the rest of the walk is continued in silence, save for the city’s background noise.

[nachrosas]

NEW YEAR'S BABY | s.reid x reader

summary: in which you use new year's countdown to tell spencer exciting news. pairing: spencer reid x reader content warnings: none, just pure fluff! word count: 991 a/n: night, night! we can count this as the "first" part of my dad!spencer universe!! i had fun writing this one and i really hope you guys like it! feedback is always appreciated! also, my inbox is always open to chat! till the next one!

The lights in the apartment were soft, casting a golden glow that reflected off the champagne glasses on the coffee table. The music in the background was lively, drowned out by the laughter and chatter of the BAU members and their families gathered to celebrate the end of the year. You were standing by the window, watching the city light up outside, with the sound of sporadic fireworks beginning to fill the air.

The room was full of murmurs and laughter, but your attention was completely focused on him. Spencer was sitting in an armchair next to the bookcase, his fingers adjusting the strands of hair that stubbornly fell over his face while his eyes scrolled down the page of a book he had picked up earlier. It was at moments like that that you loved watching him - he seemed so absorbed in the story, so characteristically himself.

The year had been anything but easy. Memories of old cases and personal moments unfolded in his mind like a movie, bringing flashbacks of challenges, and tears, but also of small miracles. You had leaned on each other in ways you hadn't thought possible before. And the news that changed everything came in the last minutes of the second half as you lovingly joked with your doctor.

You instinctively put your hand to your still flat belly, almost in a protective gesture. The idea of a new beginning for the two of you, or rather the three of you, seemed both exciting and frightening. You had been planning this moment for weeks, but now, seeing you there, the golden light of the lamp softening your features, it seemed more than perfect.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked suddenly, leaning slightly under your side, the concern evident in his eyes. You didn't even notice when he got up from his chair and approached you.

You smiled, almost laughing at how he always seemed to know when something was on your mind. “I am. I was just… thinking about how different this year has been.”

He moved a lock of your hair carefully behind your ear, his attention now entirely on you. “It was. But I think we ended better than we started, don't you?”

You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your chest. “Yes. And I think next year is going to be even more special.”

Spencer smiled, slightly confused by your words, but before he could ask, the sound of voices in the background began to increase. The countdown was about to begin. You felt your heart racing. It was almost time to tell him.

The room fell silent for a brief moment before everyone started shouting together:

“10!”

Your heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety coursing through your body. You moved even closer to Spencer, getting so close that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but the nervousness made it seem like there was a chasm between the two of you.

“9!”

You looked at him. Spencer had a discreet smile on his face as he observed his friends and the joy around him. He seemed so calm, so oblivious to the turmoil inside you and the news that was to come.

“8!”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart, which seemed about to explode — and was failing miserably. Your mind was racing in circles. Is this the right time? Will he be happy? What if I ruin our whole relationship?

“7!”

He turned his face towards you, his brown eyes meeting yours. “You look nervous.” he commented softly, leaning in to be heard.

“6!”

“Maybe I am a little.” you admitted, trying to smile, but your voice came out shakier than you expected.

“5!”

Spencer frowned slightly, clearly worried, but before he could say anything else, you grabbed his hand.

“4!”

He looked at your intertwined hands, then turned his attention back to you, his lips curving into a small smile, as if to say that he was there for anything.

“3!”

You knew there was no turning back. The words were on the tip of your tongue, your heart beating so fast that it seemed to mark every remaining second.

“2!”

You leaned closer to him, the noise around you dissolving as everything seemed to dwindle to that moment between the two of you.

“1!”

With a hesitant smile and eyes full of tears you couldn't hold back, you whispered: “I'm pregnant!”

Spencer blinked once, twice, even three times, as if he needed a moment more to process what you had just said. You watched every detail: the way his eyes widened slightly, the way he moistened his lips before opening his mouth, but without being able to say anything right away. 

The sound of the fireworks outside exploded in a spectacle of colors, and the shouts of “Happy New Year!” echoed around the room. But in the space between you, there was only silence.

Then, slowly, the corners of your mouth began to curve upwards, and a genuine smile, so pure and full of emotion, took over your face. His eyes sparkled as if they were reflecting the lights of the fireworks, but you knew it was something more.

He returned a low, almost incredulous laugh, before shaking his head as if still trying to believe it. “That's incredible!” he murmured, his voice low and full of emotion. He took a step forward, his hands hesitantly reaching for yours, holding them carefully. “The best start to the year I could have imagined.”

The lump in your throat finally broke, and you felt the tears run down your cheeks as you smiled at him. Spencer pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face between your neck and shoulder as if he wanted to record that moment forever.

“I love you.” he whispered, and in that instant, as the world celebrated the new year around you, you knew you had made the perfect choice.

[jxwl4k]

Please do the “jacked and kind” trend on TikTok with shoto or katsuki I love the way you write!

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ yn forced bakugou to do the jacked and kind tiktok trend.

“You’re not seriously gonna make me do this,” Bakugou grumbled, glaring at YN as she set her phone up on a nearby counter.

“Oh, come on, Katsuki!” YN said, adjusting the angle of the camera. “It’s cute! Everyone’s doing it. Plus, you’re literally the perfect guy for it.”

“The hell does that even mean?” he growled, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

YN grinned mischievously. “The trend, duh. You’re jacked and—” She paused for dramatic effect. “—kinda sweet sometimes.”

“Take that back,” Bakugou snapped, his face turning red.

YN laughed, standing on her tiptoes to pat his shoulder. “You’ll survive, tough guy. Now, just lift me onto your shoulder. Like, effortlessly. That’s the whole point of the trend!”

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath about “stupid trends” and “damn extras,” but the faint smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. He’d never admit it, but he’d do just about anything YN asked.

“Fine. But don’t complain if you fall on your ass,” he warned.

YN rolled her eyes. “I trust you, Mr. Dynamight. Now, hurry up before Kirishima walks in and never lets us live this down.”

Bakugou sighed, grabbing her by the waist as if she weighed nothing. With one smooth motion, he hoisted her up onto his shoulder, holding her there like a sack of flour.

“See? Easy,” he said smugly, looking up at her as she laughed from her perch.

“You’re so extra,” YN teased, but the light blush on her cheeks was hard to miss.

“And you’re light as hell,” he shot back, his smirk widening.

The phone recorded the whole thing, capturing Bakugou’s cocky grin as YN laughed uncontrollably on his shoulder. Before she could ask him to put her down, Bakugou spun in a quick circle, making her yelp in surprise.

“Katsuki!” she squealed, holding onto him for dear life.

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to drag me into dumb trends,” he teased, but his tone was light.

When YN finally uploaded the video with the caption “He’s jacked and (begrudgingly) kind 🥹,” it blew up almost instantly.

The comments were priceless

• “He acts mad, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying this 😂.”

• “Pro Hero Dynamight? More like Pro Hero Boyfriend Goals!”

• “This is the softest I’ve ever seen Bakugou, omg???”

Bakugou wasn’t happy when he saw the video later.

“YN, what the hell is this?” he barked, his face red as he held up his phone.

“You look good! The internet loves you!” Y/N said, biting back a laugh.

“Damn extras…” he muttered, but his lips quirked up despite himself.

Deep down, he didn’t mind being “jacked and kind” for her—so long as she kept it between them. Or, well… the entire internet.

[bunnyyyuu]

even if he won't say it, touya really is a big softie for you.

you know it when you see the look on the league's faces when he lets you get close enough to touch—it's a "what the fuck is wrong with dabi?" look. you can see the confusion and near repulsion amplify tenfold when not only does he allow you to grasp his hand, he holds yours back. everyone in the LOV knows dabi would rather die than have anyone's hands near his scarred skin.

you know it when, on non-busy days, he follows you with a fake reluctance to the so-called "hangout spot" of the league's hideout. at this point, spinner is always asking you to "get dabi" because everyone knows he won't let anyone else drag him out. but when your big eyes plead with him to spend some quality time with the LOV, he just can't say no.

you know it when he hisses a sharp "no, get your own," when a soul dares to ask for a bite of his food (even if he's complaining about it being bad three seconds later), but will hand-feed you a big bite of your own. sometimes, he'll even offer you the rest if you really seem to like it.

you know it when he hides his face in a pillow as you diligently change the staples on his back. he knows he can do it himself—you know he can too, considering he was stapled up years before you met him—but he knows you'll do it better. you make sure his skin is aligned perfectly, each silver sliver placed evenly apart. you make him look like a work of art. it doesn't hurt like it used to, is what he always says, but he's still biting down on that pillow like he'll die otherwise.

you know it when your hand is wrapped around his cock under the covers while you two lie face-to-face. his hands are in your hair or on your waist as he bucks into your fist. white lashes are against cheeks, sheilding those teary turquoise eyes from you. even if the dim light, almost all of his pale flesh is dusted pink. when he's close, he'll pull you flush against him and duck his face into the crook of your neck. he keeps humping your hand, tip now rubbing and spreading a mess of pre against your soft stomach. he's whining, and he's greedy for you, and his whole body feels like it's on fire in a good way for once, and his brain is a mess except for one, consistent thought—you. "thank you," he rushes out of his lips between moans as he spurts cum on your tummy, "'love you."

you know it.

[stxrryskys]

Daisuke smut but like he gets way too excited and starts to be a little rough then you realize you kinda like it YK???

AHH MORE DAISUKE SMUT‼️‼️‼️

sorry for the late post guys 😟😟 sometimes I get really depressed and don't feel like doing anything 😟😟😟 BUT IM HERE‼️

C/W : First time having sex in a whiiillle, established relationship, use of pet names, P IN V!!! consent consent consent guys consent!! uhhhh mating press, overstimulating, NO FOREPLAY, AFAB reader, rough! dom Daisuke, might be ooc but i don't rlly care... >,< enjoy!!

"c'mon! please please please!! we havent had sex in like.. FOREVER!!"

"No! i am not having sex in a goddamn spaceship!" he had been begging you for literally hours to fuck you in the tulpar. If you really didn't want to he would've stopped begging after the first "no" that left your pretty lips but the exact words that came out of your mouth " I want to Daisuke but its really risky"

"Please baby! ill let you play on my Nintendo!" welp that was the only bit of convincing he had to do at that point

"okay! but i get to keep it in my Quarters for a whole week!"

"Jeez! seriously? it was that easy?!" you both walked your happy little butts to his quarters and shut the door behind you.

"ah! im so excited we havent done this in forever" he sighed dramtically as he took his silly little Hawaiian blazer off, leaving his shirt on the floor after it, he was not by any means ripped like captain curly but his body was just as attractive, toned abs{surprisingly consider he doesn't work out} a cute little mole on the right side of his abdomen, and a silver bellybutton piercing, it made you fold every time you saw it. while you were staring time flew by, by like 5 minutes because he was already stripped down to his socks.

"Are you gonna undress silly or do you want me to do it for you?" he said in a playful tone, going up to your and resting his hands on your hips leaning in close, your face just centimeters apart

"dont push it pretty boy" you poke his chest with you finger as you stepped back, lifted your hands to take of your shirt.

when the both of you stripped you both stood there for a few minutes confused on how to start this. but it seems you both had different thoughts while standing there, he was standing there admiring you while you were standing there contemplating how to start this

"God, love you're so fucking beautiful..." with that he basically climbed on top of you, pinning you against his bed, his ALREADY hard cock resting on your stomach as he placed sloppy kisses all over your neck

"You're hard already?! we literally haven't even done anything!"

"shh, you're just so *peck* beautiful *peck* I couldn't help *peck* myself " he spoke between kisses, gently moving down to suck on your collarbone, leaving a light pink mark.

''this is okay, Yeah?"

"of course,"

he moved his hand down, wrapping his hand around his cock, moving it closer to your wet pussy

"Hey! why were you making fun of me for being hard when you're sopping wet!"

"Shh! this is a judge free zone you_-Ah!" NO PREPPING NO FOREPLAY NO NOTHING, he slid in like it was NOTHING!

"S-sorry I couldn't stop myself " he didn't give you any time to adjust to his length and just started to move in and out of you, hard.

"Fuck! you're so fucking tight..." he grabbed both of your legs and lifted them to where your knees were touching your chest so he could get better access, it was almost like you were being manhandled, he was being super rough and you..liked it? you didnt know how to describe it but, you really enjoyed it.

"Daisuke- y-you're being super Ah! f-fuck! " You arched your back,gripping onto the sheets of his bed that were barley even on his bed btw.

He paused his movements, his grip on your ankles "Sorry sorry! Am i-am i being too rough? i can stop if you-

"no! please don't stop.. j-just continue...please"

"d-do you like it..?"

"yes! just keep going Daisu-ngh!"

hearing that you liked it when he was rough was like heaven. He had wayy to much energy when it came to sex but he always held back because he was scared of hurting you, but since you gave him the okay he didn't hold back. He tightened his grip on your ankles and thrusted faster and harder. He moved one of his hands from your ankle to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud hard with his thumb-

"Baby! I-im gonna cum-! "

"Yeah.. Cum for me love.. "

You tried your best to match his thrusts but he was just going too fast

You bucked your hips and came all over his cock, but he didn't stop

"Shit! Daisuke t-to much! "

He didn't still, he continued to rub your clit and continued to thrust into you, it was to much, tears pricked your eyes

"Daisuke!"

Again, he didn't stop, you came again on his cock and he just continued...

4 orgasms later he pulls out, letting go of you ankles and letting you legs dangle off his bed, jerking his cock in his hands, finishing on your tummy, then toppling over you, wrapping his arms around you.

"I uhm.. Thank you.. I really needed that"

"No, thank you"

".... I love you"

"I love you too Daisuke"

...

"I still get to play your Nintendo? Right? "

THANK YOU! SORRY IT WAS SHORT BRO I'M RUSHING‼️🙏😣 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[galgali]

just gonna answer all of these bc i want to hope that's cool

like everyone else my favorite episode is 25 😔 (special shoutout to the last ten minutes of episode 37 though that is one of the best show endings i've ever seen in my life)

like rem. i'd be all over that

honestly for a while

i want to answer this but the opposite way-- i think kabru from dungeon meshi would thrive in death note skjfgdfjg (and light would make a great trigun villain)

sooo many (death note is a comedy) but probably the funniest sequence to me in the whole thing is when they're at school and light calls misa to get L's name and is incredibly smug and maniacal about it and then L picks up the phone

first one of course

light 😔

GOD.... WHY DID I ALMOST TEAR UP AT L'S DEATH EVEN WHEN I KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN FOR OVER A DECADE... THAT WAS CRAZY

my FAAAAVORITE light yagami song is bird song by florence + the machine. it's so so so so him it's crazy i can't believe there's not a billion amvs of it

matsuda OBVIOUSLY. also naomi and honestly L like that would be so funny

omg the end of the yotsuba arc where everyone on the task force starts touching the death note and everyone can see the shinigami was crazy i loved how that was done. but also as someone who somehow was not spoiled on what misa's actual role is and only knew her as "light's girlfriend or something" for 12 years, finding out that she also has a death note was surprising and so cool!

read the hinterland doctrine NOW. YES ALL 700K. CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE AND DO IT RIGHT NOW.

i'm clinically insane over lawlight sorry. also a big remisa fan though

adult sayu....? i guess....? 😭

oh ABSOLUTELY matsuda obviously but also deeply ryuk. i'm also here to laugh at everything, go "oh you're crazy crazy" to light yagami, and pester people to feed me my favorite food

the entirety of light's warehouse speech because the voice acting for it is insanely good, and especially the "who else could have done it and come this far?" line

literally how shinigami use the death note. which is crazy because that's the whole premise but i feel like that's so weirdly unexplained?? like ryuk says that shinigami are doing fuckall in their realm and not even killing humans anymore but isn't being reaped by a shinigami how humans die? clearly people were still dying like normal before light got the note?? we never see any shinigami do "regularly scheduled" death note kills at all so HOW is ANY of this working

PERIWINKLEEEEEEE ☺️ (also they do in the jdrama! misa's is red it's so cute)

CUNTY! i'd need some strappy goth fit that could also double as charli xcx concert clothing

SALT AND VINEGARRRRR

other than some stupid posts here and there, the one i'm currently working on is a fic where L uses the death note and i'm very pleased with the idea... time will tell if i do anything with it

that mello and near are meant to represent L's two halves-- emotion and logic respectively

the rain/foot scene in the anime, but the entire blue scene in the jdrama. god. i'm not over that. there's soooo much you can read into for both of those scenes

misa of courseeee

episode 2 :') episode 1 was already fun but episode 2 was where it REALLY grabbed me. i LOVED seeing the set-up of light versus L and how the lind l. tailor thing + the resulting SCATHING call-out that followed played out. i was just having so, so, so much fun with it and continued to have a lot of fun with it

my favorite character is unfortunately light so everything bad that happened to him i was cheering for and he deserved it buuuuut if i had to pick a saddest thing to happen. i really adore everything about his death and there is something undeniably tragic about the scene where he runs past the vision of his younger self. i love that light, corrupted beyond belief, bleeding out and running away like a coward, has to face the memory of who he was before he ruined himself forever, and has to face just how much he's fallen and lost everything. it's incredibly cathartic for the audience to see light finally have to recognize that he's failed beyond redemption, even minutes before his death

💀🪽🥱->📕🌏->📕👦-> 💀💀💀💀💀💀->🇱🤔->🇱👦->🇱🔗👦->🏳️‍🌈❓->👦🫱📕->⌚🖊️->🇱💀->👦🥳->👦🪦💃->💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀->🇳➕Ⓜ️🟰💀🪽🖊️👦📕->👦💀->🥳

oh my godddd picking just one is so hard when death note honestly has some of my favorite official art of anything ever. i just love the style of it, the colors, and the imagery used. so i'll just use a recent favorite which is:

29. THE 2015 JDRAMA.... i jokingly call it death note stampede because it feels like a remix of the source material in a similar way as trigun stampede, but as with stampede, i also really love it. for the most part the differences it makes are pretty interesting and i think it stands really well on its own. while i love how unapologetically evil canon light is i also love how tortured light is in this one and how much desperation is in his relationship with L. it's a fascinating take on death note! (and in many ways, a much more cohesive one) also a huge fan of the musical though

30. REM.... i love her so much. i would say naomi but i've yet to read the bb case (SORRY I WILL I PROMISE). also kiyomi had such fascinating potential but o&o are too misogynist to do anything about it 🥲 the pattern here is just female characters.

Favorite chapter/episode?

If you had a Death Note, what would you want your Shinigami to look like?

How long do you think you could get away with hiding a Death Note?

If your favorite character weren’t in Death Note, what anime/manga do you think they would thrive in?

A scene that makes you laugh.

Which is your favorite opening?

Your favorite kira?

The death that affected you the most.

What song(s) fit the vibe of your favorite character?

A character you would hang out with irl.

What moment surprised you the most?

What is a fanwork (edit, fic, art, etc.) that you still think about to this day? (Pls link to the original!)

Favorite ships?

What character do you think you look the most like?

Which character’s personality do you relate to?

A line from the series that stuck with you.

A question that was never answered, but you wonder about all the time.

If Death Notes came in different colors, what color would yours to be?

What would be your staple kira catching outfit?

Favorite potato chip flavor?

A Death Note fanwork that you’ve made and are proud of.

A favorite Death Note theory.

Your favorite interaction.

Who do you think had the best style?

At what point did you fall in love with Death Note?

Saddest moment for your favorite character.

Lay out the plot of Death Note using only emojis.

Favorite official art.

Favorite Death Note Spin off media.

A character that needs to be mentioned more.  

[yassbishimvintage]

Your My Hurricane

Warnings: MDNI!

Fluffy Fluff, slight smut

A/N: No hard core smut. Wanted to take a little break from it.

It's late one night, Cleo and Aaron are coming back from an award show. He cleared the whole night. His smile still plastered on his face. When they got back home he took a pit stop in his office to put away his awards. “Damn. How did I get so lucky?” he asks himself. 

When he got to their room Cleo was taking off her jewelry. Aaron entered their bedroom, his gaze immediately drawn to Cleo as she stood by the vanity, removing her earrings with practiced ease. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted her flawless skin and the elegant black dress that clung to her curves. She glanced at him through the mirror, her lips curving into a soft smile.

“Good, you’re here,” she said, her tone light but commanding in that way that always made his chest tighten. “You can unzip my dress.”

He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, his eyes never leaving her. “Is that all I’m good for now?” he teased, his voice low as he came to stand behind her.

She smirked at him through the mirror, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck. “For now,” she replied, her voice dripping with mischief.

Aaron leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “If you keep looking at me like that, love, I’m going to forget how to be a gentleman.”

Cleo arched an eyebrow, daring him. “Is that a promise?”

Without another word, Aaron reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. His fingers brushed against her skin as he slowly pulled it down, exposing the smooth expanse of her back. His touch lingered, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss just below her shoulder blade.

“You’re making it very hard to behave,” he murmured, his voice husky.

Cleo turned her head slightly, her grey eyes locking with his in the mirror. “Who said I want you to behave?” she whispered.

The dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her delicate lingerie, her confidence as intoxicating as ever. Aaron’s breath caught, and for a moment, all he could do was take her in.

“You’re dangerous,” he said, his voice thick with admiration and desire.

She turned to face him fully, stepping out of the dress and closing the distance between them. Her hands rested on his chest, sliding up to his shoulders. “Only for you, big daddy,” she said, her voice soft yet deliberate.

Aaron wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said before capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

For a moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the quiet intimacy of their bedroom. “I’m so proud of you Mr. Award Winner.” Cleo says. Her voice dripping with genuine admiration. Everything he did she was always so proud of him. 

Cleo stepped back just enough to give Aaron a teasing smile as she motioned for him to sit on the bed. The way she carried herself, even in her lingerie, radiated power and allure. He followed her silent command, sitting down with an amused look, his eyes never leaving hers. Cleo slid both legs around his waist, settling herself fully on his lap, her hands resting firmly on his shoulders. Her eyes, now soft and searching, locked onto his as she asked, “How much do you love me?”

Aaron's hands instinctively moved to her thighs, his thumbs gently tracing circles against her smooth skin. His lips parted, but for a moment, he seemed lost for words, as if searching for the right way to articulate the depth of his emotions.

“My love,” he began, his voice steady and full of conviction, “I love you so much that there is no measure for it. I would give everything—my name, my life, my soul—just to see you smile.”

Cleo tilted her head slightly, her fingers running down his chest. “Everything, huh?” she teased softly, but there was a vulnerable glimmer in her eyes.

“Everything,” he confirmed, his tone unwavering. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. “I love you so much that nothing else matters when you’re near. You are my peace, my fire, my reason for fighting.”

Her breath hitched at his words, and she leaned her forehead against his, her voice a whisper. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. “It’s not just words, love. It’s the truth.”

Cleo pressed her lips to his, soft and slow, pouring everything she felt into that kiss. When she pulled back, her voice was barely audible. “I love you too, Aaron. More than anything.”

“And you know what else?” he asked, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“What?” she whispered.

He smiled, his hands gripping her waist as he brought her even closer. “I’ll prove it to you. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day after that.”

Cleo's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she looked into Aaron's eyes. “And I like when you’re jealous too,” she said playfully, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening just enough to make her heart skip. “Oh, you like that, huh?” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, laced with a mix of curiosity and warning.

She nodded, her smirk widening. “Mhm. The way you look at anyone who gets too close to me? The way your jaw tightens and your hands flex like you’re ready to claim me right then and there?” Her voice grew softer, more teasing. “It’s thrilling, love. Makes me feel like I’m yours in a way no one else could ever be.”

He chuckled, though the possessive edge in his tone was unmistakable. “Careful my love. You keep saying things like that, and I might have to remind you just how much mine you really are.”

Cleo leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear. “Then maybe I’ll test you next time we’re out,” she whispered provocatively, her breath warm against his skin. “See how far I can push you.”

Aaron’s grip on her waist tightened, and his eyes flashed with a fiery intensity. “You don’t want to play that game, love. You know I don’t lose.”

“Good,” she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. “Because I like it when you win.”

-

The next day he promised to take her on a lunch date and a shopping trip since she sat through an award show. It was always something he did when he won. 

True to form they went on a lunch date. While they were waiting one of the valets were trying to flirt with Cleo. 

As Cleo stood next to Aaron, waiting for their table at the upscale restaurant, a young valet approached her, clearly unable to resist her allure. His eyes lingered a little too long, and his confidence surged as he spoke.

“You’re so beautiful,” the valet said with a bright smile, his tone dripping with flirtation. “A woman like you must have someone—unless you’re keeping them a secret.”

Cleo’s lips curved into a polite smile, though her gaze darted briefly toward Aaron. She could already feel his presence shift, the tension radiating from him in waves. Before she could respond, Aaron stepped forward, casually but decisively, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

“She does,” Aaron said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable edge. “And he’s standing right here.”

The valet’s confidence faltered instantly, his smile shrinking as his eyes flickered nervously toward Aaron. The power dynamic was palpable—Aaron’s gaze was sharp, almost predatory, as if silently warning the valet to tread carefully.

Cleo placed a soothing hand on Aaron’s chest, her touch grounding him. “Thank you for the compliment,” she said, her voice kind yet firm, “but as my fiancé just said, I’m very much taken.”

The valet stammered, “Oh, I-I didn’t mean any disrespect! I just—uh—well, you both look great together!” He took a hasty step back, clearly eager to escape Aaron’s piercing glare.

As the valet scurried off, Cleo turned to Aaron with an amused smile. “You didn’t have to scare the poor guy.”

Aaron's hand rested possessively on her lower back. “He should’ve known better than to talk to you like that,” he said, his voice still tinged with irritation. Then, his gaze softened as he looked down at her. “No one disrespects my love.”

She laughed softly, leaning into him. “Relax, love You already won.”

He smirked, kissing her temple. “Damn right, I did.”

Cleo was a vision of effortless luxury as she stood by Aaron’s side, her acid-wash shorts hugging her curves perfectly, with strategic rips teasing glimpses of her toned thighs. Her crop top, sleek and minimal, bared just enough skin to accentuate her confident aura. The designer heels on her feet added a touch of height, the brand unmistakable to those who paid attention.

Her freshly done nails glistened, the intricate design complementing the gold rings that adorned her fingers. Her braids framed her face, the neat parts adding a touch of elegance to her otherwise edgy ensemble. From head to toe, she radiated sophistication and power, the kind that came with knowing exactly who she was—and who she belonged to.

Even in such a casual setting, Cleo stood out. Heads turned, not just because of her beauty but because she exuded an energy that demanded attention. As Aaron glanced at her, pride and desire flashed across his features.

“You’re stunning,” he said softly, leaning in close so only she could hear. His hand rested on her waist, grounding her but also staking his claim.

Cleo smirked up at him, catching the fire in his gaze. “I know,” she teased, her tone playful yet dripping with confidence.

The valet returned to park another car, avoiding eye contact this time, and Cleo let out a quiet chuckle, leaning into Aaron. “Guess I’m causing trouble again.”

Aaron’s grip on her waist tightened slightly, his smirk predatory. “Trouble?” he murmured. “You’re a damn hurricane, love. But you’re my hurricane.”

-

Cleo’s lifestyle of quiet luxury meant she was accustomed to the finer things, but it also came with an unintentional disconnect from everyday details. Despite carrying her designer purse and matching wallet everywhere, she had no idea what an actual bill looked like.

Aaron often teased her about it, a mixture of amusement and pride in his voice. "You walk around with a wallet full of cards and cash, love, but you wouldn’t know what to do with any of it."

She’d usually wave him off with a smirk, brushing a hand through her braids. “Why would I need to? That’s your department, big daddy.”

On this particular lunch date, it came up again. As they finished their meal, Aaron signaled for the check. Cleo, ever playful, pulled out her wallet with a mischievous grin.

“Let me do it this time,” she said, holding the sleek wallet out to him.

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Do you even know which card to use?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do—” She paused, her confidence faltering. “Wait… do I?”

Aaron chuckled, reaching over to gently take the wallet from her hands. “Exactly what I thought.”

Cleo crossed her arms, pouting as she watched him effortlessly handle the payment. “I’m capable, you know.”

“Of course you are,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “But why would I ever make you worry about that?”

As they stood to leave, Aaron slid his arm around her waist. “You’ve got enough on your plate being the queen of my world. Let me handle the small things.”

Cleo smirked, her earlier pout melting away. “Fine, but I’m keeping my wallet. It’s cute, and it matches my outfit.”

“And that’s all it needs to do,” Aaron replied with a grin, leading her back to their car.

-

As they stopped in front of Louis Vuitton, Cleo’s eyes lit up at the sight of the pristine display in the window—a collection of the latest handbags and shoes that seemed to call her name. She turned to Aaron with a dazzling smile, her earlier annoyance with the purse snatcher completely forgotten.

“Let’s go in,” she said, tugging gently at his hand.

Aaron smirked, already knowing how this was going to play out. “You just had to stop here, didn’t you?”

“It’s Louis Vuitton, baby,” she replied, as if that explained everything. She adjusted her designer purse on her shoulder and strutted toward the entrance, her heels clicking confidently against the pavement.

The moment they walked in, the store staff’s attention zeroed in on them. Cleo’s effortless style and air of quiet luxury made it clear she wasn’t just browsing. Aaron, towering beside her in his casual ‘not to be noticed look’, added an extra layer of intimidation.

“Good afternoon, ma’am, sir,” a sales associate greeted, a practiced smile on her face. “How can I assist you today?”

Cleo wasted no time, pointing toward a stunning, limited-edition handbag on display. “I’d like to see that one, please.”

As the associate retrieved the bag, Aaron crossed his arms, leaning casually against a nearby counter. He watched Cleo with a mix of amusement and admiration as she inspected the bag, her discerning eye catching every detail.

“This is perfect,” she said, holding it up for Aaron to see. “What do you think?”

“I think you already know you’re getting it,” he replied with a smirk.

She grinned, placing the bag on the counter. “I’ll take this one.”

“And what about the shoes to match?” the associate suggested, motioning toward a display nearby.

Cleo’s eyes sparkled. “You’re good,” she said with a laugh, already heading toward the shoes.

Aaron followed behind her, shaking his head. “You know, you’re supposed to be window shopping, not redecorating your closet.”

She turned to him with a playful pout. “But baby, what’s the point of having money if we don’t spend it?”

He chuckled, pulling her close by the waist. “Fair point. Just don’t blame me when your closet runs out of space again.”

“It’s already being expanded,” she replied matter-of-factly, making him laugh again.

By the time they left the store, Cleo had a new handbag and a pair of heels, and Armando carried the bags without complaint. “Happy now?” he teased as they stepped back onto the street.

“Very,” she said, slipping her arm through his. “But you’re my favorite accessory.”

He shook his head with a grin. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she quipped, leaning up to kiss his cheek before they continued on their way.

As they walked down the street, Cleo’s gaze was drawn to a display in the window of a boutique. A pair of red-bottomed heels caught her eye, gleaming under the soft lights of the store. Her steps slowed as she admired them, a spark of excitement lighting up her features. She couldn’t resist the allure of the iconic Christian Louboutin soles, the perfect balance of luxury and boldness.

“I think I’ve found something,” Cleo said, her voice tinged with anticipation as she turned to Armando, raising an eyebrow in playful challenge.

Aaron followed her gaze to the shoes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, stepping closer to her. “But do you need more shoes?”

She met his gaze with a smirk, a playful glint in her eyes. “I always need more shoes,” she said, teasing him just enough to make his heart race. “Especially when they’re this gorgeous.”

Cleo, still lost in the thought of owning those heels, nodded eagerly. “I think I do,” she replied with a smile. “Let’s go take a closer look.”

With Aaron following closely behind her, Cleo entered the boutique, the soft chime of the door welcoming them in. She was already imagining herself in those heels, walking with confidence and grace, knowing that Aaron would probably spoil her with another thoughtful gesture. It was a perfect fit for her lifestyle—elegance, style, and the freedom to indulge in what she desired.

Aaron, though usually a man of restraint, had long learned that the woman he loved had an eye for beauty—and he was always happy to support her in her pursuit of it. 

-

As they arrived home, Cleo headed straight to their shared walk-in closet, her heels clicking against the polished floors. Aaron followed behind her, casually leaning against the doorframe as she began unpacking her bags and putting everything in its rightful place.

She carefully unboxed her new designer pieces, her manicured hands gliding over the fine leather of her Louis Vuitton purse and the glossy red soles of her new Louboutins. Each item was meticulously placed on the shelves, her organizational habits shining through.

“You know,” Aaron began, his voice smooth, “you might need to expand this closet soon. You’re running out of room.”

Cleo turned and gave him a sly smile. “You’re the one who keeps encouraging my shopping habits, A,” she teased, her cloudy gray eyes sparkling with amusement.

He chuckled, stepping closer and resting a hand on her hip. “I don’t mind spoiling you, but seeing how full this closet is getting, maybe we should just turn the guest room into another closet.”

Her laugh was soft and melodic as she turned back to her bags. “You know, I wouldn’t argue with that,” she said playfully.

As she continued putting her things away, Aaron’s eyes lingered on her. He admired the way she moved, the way she carried herself with a mix of confidence and grace. Even in something as mundane as organizing, she had an air of elegance.

When she finished, Cleo stood back, admiring the freshly arranged shelves and racks. She glanced over at him, her smile softening. “Thank you, baby. For today. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I love making you happy, Cleo.”

She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest. “Well, mission accomplished,” she murmured. “But don’t think I’m letting you get away with spoiling me without me returning the favor.”

Aaron smirked, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “I’m looking forward to it, love.”

For a moment, they stood there, wrapped in each other’s presence, surrounded by the symbols of their shared life and love.

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[oceanicwriting]

matilda.

summary: it's your first birthday away from that place you once called home. you were miles away from all the things that hurt you, and although melancholy eats away at you, you knew there was one person who would always be there for you.

pairing(s): theodore nott x fem!reader

a/n: today is my birthday! i always get a little melancholy about it, so here is a story inspired by the song matilda by harry styles.

. . .

ㅤㅤㅤyour hair moves with the mountain breeze, camouflaging itself with the movement of the tall, green undergrowth. you are given over to the embrace of nature, making your heart jump every time it surprises you with birds stopping by your side and tickled by the wind lifting your clothes. the valley before your eyes was beautiful.

ㅤㅤㅤa few meters from where you're sitting is your house, a small cabin that you share with your boyfriend. day to day, you spend growing vegetables, taking care of animals, and building. that whole place had become your most precious possession because it was full of love. the quiet life that you had wanted to have for years.

ㅤㅤㅤtoday was your birthday and, like every now and then, you remember the past stuck in the depths of your soul. there was a time when you surrounded yourself with people who didn't appreciate you, filling your days with hurtful words and actions that marked the life of a little girl. you had been able to bear it, but all wounds must stop hurting one day.

ㅤㅤㅤ—love.

ㅤㅤㅤyou turn around, filling your mind with that theodore nott standing behind you. his shirt is open at the first few buttons, messy at the edge of his baggy pants, and his hair blowing in all directions. a soft smile decorates his lips so familiar to you.

ㅤㅤㅤ—what are you doing here?

ㅤㅤㅤyou pat the floor beside you, inviting him to sit down and say—: i'm... thinking.

ㅤㅤㅤtheodore sits with you, covering the breeze from the side with his wide and well-worked torso.

ㅤㅤㅤ—thinking? —his hand searches for yours, interlacing them and resting on your lap—. thinking about what?

ㅤㅤㅤthe way his hair flies in all directions makes you smile quietly. there was a usual magic in his serene presence that always managed to silence the tornado of disordered thoughts in your head. your free hand can't help but approach his face, caressing the beauty of his well-defined features under the sunset light.

ㅤㅤㅤ—you're thinking about them, right? —he asks, closing his eyes at the feeling of your caresses against his skin—. are you thinking about your family? you know you can tell me anything...

ㅤㅤㅤyou nod, looking in the direction of the valley in front of you.

ㅤㅤㅤ—when my father left, on my tenth birthday, he always said he would come back for me. he never came. —the sour laugh you release into the air feels like a relief—. why would he come back? he would write me saying that something had happened, that something much more important had come up or that something happened with the car. i trusted his words over mom's...

ㅤㅤㅤyour head rests on his shoulder, feeling the tears slowly run down your face and fall to the dry floor.

ㅤㅤㅤ—and we would argue about it right before i went to bed, because i would always be the spitting image of him. i would always be the carbon copy of the person who left her, betrayed her, and hurt her.

ㅤㅤㅤ—it's not your fault that your mother couldn't see that you are also the image of love, sincerity, and honesty —he says, his soft, calm voice embracing the sadness of your soul. he forces you to sit facing his direction, adjusting himself to face you—. the image of a girl who needed more than reproaches.

ㅤㅤㅤtheodore brings his forehead to yours, allowing both of your breaths to mingle. he caresses your cheek, silencing the soft sobs that escape your lips. the boy's caresses on your arm don't hurry you, they just accompany your tears until you stop.

ㅤㅤㅤ—do you know they can't catch you again? —he says. you flutter your eyelashes, and theodore smiles, kissing the bridge of your nose—. i won't let them catch you.

ㅤㅤㅤyou smile, moving closer to leave a peck on his smiling lips. he looks at you, and one of his hands reaches out to your cheekbone to catch a small eyelash that has fallen.

ㅤㅤㅤ—a wish. —he squeezes the eyelash between his thumb and index finger, placing it in front of your eyes—. today, you will make a wish. you will tell me where it is stuck, up or down, and if you get it right, your wish will come true.

ㅤㅤㅤyou raise your eyebrows, laughing and then asking—: what if i’m wrong?

ㅤㅤㅤhis calm gaze shines, telling you that he’s about to tell you a lie.

ㅤㅤㅤ—you’ll tell me your wish, and i’ll make it happen. do you underestimate me?

ㅤㅤㅤtheodore nott had saved you in every way possible. he had taken care of your feelings, peace, home, and happiness in a way that no one had before. he had taken the time necessary to heal all the wounds on your bruised body with such tenderness that your wounds were now war marks.

ㅤㅤㅤ—never.

ㅤㅤㅤ—so? —you connect your eyes with his, without understanding—. come on, ask the universe for your wish.

ㅤㅤㅤand you think about how safe you feel when you wake up with him sleeping carefree next to you. you think about the happiness that runs through your body when you cook side by side in the kitchen where only the two of you fit. you think about all the things you had to give up to be in a place like this. you think about that cabin full of the love you feel, memories, and experiences.

ㅤㅤㅤ—a wish?

ㅤㅤㅤhe nods.

ㅤㅤㅤbut there was no wish because the universe had sent you everything you ever needed in the form of theodore nott. so, instead of making a wish you ask for an answer, you ask the universe to be right if this was what would make you happy for the rest of your life.

ㅤㅤㅤ—ready? —theodore asks, smiling—. up or down?

ㅤㅤㅤ—up.

ㅤㅤㅤhe separates his fingers, and the eyelash comes to rest on top, right in the middle of his index finger. when he orders you to blow, your body lets go with that hair the last worries on your mind.

ㅤㅤㅤyou turn to look at him, noticing how his long eyelashes move over his eyes. it is impossible to hold back your desire to have him close, so you throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly.

ㅤㅤㅤ—what's wrong? —he questions, laughing and returning the hug.

ㅤㅤㅤ—nothing —you say, resting your chin on his chest—. i just appreciate it, love.

ㅤㅤㅤhis smile widens, caressing your back and opening his mouth to answer. nothing manages to leave his lips because the sound of other voices approaching get ahead of him.

ㅤㅤㅤ—there! —lorenzo, one of your friends, shouts, appearing on top of the mountain with the rest of the boys.

ㅤㅤㅤyou look at theodore, who helps you up and leans close to your ear to say—: surprise.

[butlervibesonly]

Queen of my heart, my fluff Queen. I love angst but it’s almost New Years so I have two ideas. But the main idea would be that reader and Austin get to spend New Year’s Eve together at a party with his friends, watch the fireworks together, have dinner. It can either be fluff or angst however you like it. 🤭🤭🤭

𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟’𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 | Austin Butler

• NOTE: This is for my girl @eternal-love, thank you for this beautiful idea as I was loosing hope to write anything 😭 Hope you’re going to like it, my queen!

• WARNINGS: kissing, flirting , typos

• PAIRING: Austin Butler x female reader

The house is so alive with talking and laughter as the New Year’s Eve party is in full swing. Everything is festively decorated, while the dining table is overflowed with plates of food and glasses of bubbly drinks.

You and Austin arrive hand in hand, greeted warmly by some of Austin’s friends who mostly host this party. As much as Austin wants to pay attention to his friends who he hasn’t seen in years, he can’t stop admiring you. You look effortlessly stunning, your sparkly dress catching the light and reflecting it perfectly.

As the dinner is served, group is now crowded around the table. Stories are shared between y'all, drinks clink, and laughter echoes through the room. Austin sits beside you, lovingly lost in the melody of your voice as you talk and share stories with the others.

After a while you get up to use the restroom. His gaze follows you, lingering on the way your dress sways as you walk and the way they hug your body more than perfectly. He doesn't realize how obvious he is until a voice breaks through his thoughts.

“Woah, could you stare any harder, Butler?” one of his friends teased, smirking. Another friend joins in. “Pretty sure you could melt that poor girl with that look.” Austin chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “Can y’all be any surprised? She’s amazing.”

“Amazing enough that you’ve barely touched your food, Austin,” his friend says, pointing to his half-finished plate. The teasing goes on for a while, all in good fun, and Austin takes it with laughter, though his eyes always find you, chatting with some girlfriends of his friends. When you come back with a plate of desserts, you look at him curiously. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Austin says quickly, his hand travelling to rub your bare back, which is due to cut of your stunning dress. The others burst into laughter. “Don’t lie! He can’t take his eyes off of you, Y/n!” one of them shouts, and you glance between them, smiling.

After dinner, everyone moves outside. The cold winter air hits your face and you shiver a little. You all find a good spot at the garden with a perfect view of the nearby fireworks show, which is set to begin as the new year approaches.

Austin wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him to protect you from the chill. You, without a doubt, lean into him, head resting lightly against his chest.

“You’ve been acting suspicious tonight,” you say softly, tilting your head up to look at him. “Have I?” Austin asks, his voice teasing. “Yeah,” you reply with a shy smile. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just you,” he says. The way his voice drops makes your cheeks warm, despite the cold.

The countdown begins, as the crowd around both of you joins in unison. “Ten! Nine! Eight!” The first fireworks shoot into the sky, blossoming into all types of colors. Yours and Austin’s eyes reflect the bursts of light as you guys stay locked on each other.

When the final “Happy New Year!” echoes around you, Austin touches your cheek gently, pulling your lips to his to give you that sweet kiss he has been craving for the whole evening. “Happy New Year, baby. I’m so grateful I got to start it with you.”

You smile widely, your eyes sparkling. “Happy New Year,” Both of you stay there for a moment, the world almost fading away as the fireworks paint the sky. Your lips meet again, in a kiss that is now soft and slow. 

As the sky continues to light up, Austin leans his forehead against yours and grins. “You know what – they were right.”

“About what?” you ask. “I really can’t keep my eyes off you.” Austin revealed and you laugh loudly, cheeks turning pink again. “Well, lucky for you. At least they know I belong to you and you only.” With this Austin smirks, pulling you even closer if that is even possible.

You both keep watching fireworks, which are almost an exact definition of what's happening to your heart thanks to Austin, wrapped in each other's embrace, ready to take on the new year together.

[deansbeer]

★ soup, snuggles, and mr. wiggles // beau arlen.

synopsis. you're sick during a visit to montana, but your dad, comes to the rescue with chicken star soup, snacks, and your old childhood stuffed bear, reminding you that you're never too old to be cared for.

warning(s). fluffy fluff fluff | older daughter!reader | caregiving dad beau | mild illness (stomach bug) | nausea | fatigue | father-daughter bonding | nostalgia | childhood memories (beloved stuffed bear & favorite soup).

kari yaps. i love my pretty cowboy sheriff sososo much && literally don't have anything written for him + this idea was perfect for beau, because one im an older sister / daughter myself & two my brain was wired up @ 2am ???? n i took that opportunity to write. but i only got halfway & BARELY got to finishing it 2day.

you knew it was a bad idea the second you bit into the chicken sandwich. something about it tasted... off, but you hadn't eaten at all during your flight from houston to montana, and your stomach didn't give you much of a choice. by the time you arrived at the airbnb you rented, you were already feeling the first signs of regret—your stomach twisting uncomfortably, your body heavy with fatigue. you chalked it up to exhaustion from the drive, but when you woke up the next morning, nausea hit you like a freight train.

you'd planned today for weeks—just you and your dad, a father-daughter day he'd been talking about nonstop since you told him you were visiting. he'd even promised emily she'd get her turn after you left because, as he put it, "this one's special. just me and my girl." and now, lying on the couch of your airbnb, wrapped in a blanket, you felt guilt gnawing at you because there was no way you could keep those plans. your stomach rolled again, and you groaned, reaching for your phone to call him.

"hey, sweetheart," he answered on the first ring, his voice bright with excitement. "you ready for me to pick you up? i've got the whole day mapped out—breakfast, a little fishing, and maybe we can stop by that trail you liked last time."

you winced, both at the enthusiasm in his voice and the wave of nausea that hit you. "uh, about that…"

he instantly picked up on your tone. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you said quickly, even though your voice was weak. "i just… i don't think i can make it today. i'm not feeling great."

"not feeling great how?" his voice lost its lightness, replaced by concern.

"it's nothing, dad. probably just something i ate. i just need to rest, that's all."

there was a pause, and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. "where are you staying again? that little airbnb by the creek?"

"dad, no, you don't have to—"

"i'll be there in twenty," he said firmly, already moving. "and don't even think about arguing with me."

you sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to stop him. "fine. okay, dad."

"what kind of dad would i be if i didn’t take care of my girl when she's sick?" he said, his voice softening. "sit tight, sweetheart. i'll be there soon."

true to his word, twenty minutes later, you heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway. you managed to shuffle to the door, opening it just as he walked up, two large grocery bags in his hands and a determined look on his face.

"you look terrible," he said bluntly, though the warmth in his eyes softened the blow. "not that you're not still the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

"thanks, dad," you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. "just what every girl wants to hear."

he set the bags on the counter and turned to you, his hands on his hips. "all right, let's see what we've got here. crackers, ginger ale, that soup you used to love when you were little—chicken and stars, remember that?—and some popsicles, because you'd always ask for those when you were sick. oh, and a heating pad, in case you've got chills."

you felt a lump rise in your throat as you watched him unpack everything, his movements quick and efficient. he was always like this when you were a kid—hands-on, attentive, making sure you had everything you needed even when life got chaotic. and now, standing in your little airbnb kitchen, he looked just the same, though his beard was a little grayer and the lines around his eyes a little deeper.

"dad, you didn't have to do all this," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

he glanced at you, his expression softening. "yeah, i did. you're my kid, darlin'. it doesn't matter if you're five or twenty-five, i'm always gonna take care of you."

you blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall. "i suppose you're right."

he gave you a small smile before turning back to the bags. "and because i know you're gonna get crabby—don't deny it, you've always been a little bear when you're under the weather—I brought backup.” he pulled out a small stuffed bear, its brown fur worn and familiar. "found this guy in one of the storage boxes last week and figured you might need him."

you let out a surprised laugh, reaching for the bear. "oh my god, is this… is this mr. wiggles?"

"the one and only," he said, grinning. "thought he'd been retired, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

you hugged the bear to your chest, shaking your head. "you're ridiculous."

"and you love me for it," he said, nudging your shoulder gently. "now, go lie down. i'll heat up the soup and put on a movie."

you didn't argue, too tired and too grateful to protest. you curled up on the couch again, the blanket pulled snug around you and mr. wiggles tucked under your arm. a few minutes later, your dad appeared with a tray—soup, crackers, and a glass of ginger ale—and set it on the coffee table in front of you.

"all right, what's it gonna be?" he asked, grabbing the remote. "something funny? or one of those sappy movies you always make me watch?"

you smiled faintly. "sappy. but you're not allowed to complain."

"wouldn't dream of it," he said, settling into the recliner next to you. "though if i start crying, you're not allowed to tell anyone."

"deal," you said, your smile widening.

as the movie played, you found yourself relaxing for the first time all day. your dad stayed by your side, occasionally cracking jokes or making comments about the characters, his presence a constant comfort. and even though you felt awful, you couldn't help but feel a little better knowing he was there.

"thanks for coming, dad," you said softly as the credits rolled.

he reached over, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "always, sweetheart. you're stuck with your old man, whether you like it or not."

and in that moment, with the warmth of the blanket, the faint taste of ginger ale on your tongue, and your dad sitting nearby, you realized there was no place you’d rather be.

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Out of reach pt. II - jungkook

𐙚 pairing lawyer!jungkook x nepobaby!reader

𐙚 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS SERIES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT

𐙚 word count 1,6K words

𐙚 warnings jungkook is older than reader, even tough on mention of ages, kissing, CHEATING, reader is aware and feels guilt

Hope you enjoy 🤍✨ pt. I

You adjusted your oversized hoodie as you and Wonyoung stepped into the trendy café, the smell of roasted coffee beans filling the air. Fresh from your Pilates class, both were glowing with a post-workout flush.

“So, this weekend, we’re going, right?” Wonyoung asked, scrolling through pictures of Kelingking Beach on her phone.

“Definitely,” you replied. “I need the ocean breeze. It’s been too long since we had a proper getaway.”

As you approached the counter, a familiar voice from behind caught you off guard.

“y/n?”

You froze. Your eyes darted toward the source of the voice. Jungkook stood there, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. He looked effortlessly stylish in a black oversized t shirt, black washed out black jeans and baseball cap.

“Hi,” he said tentatively, his tone soft, almost careful. “How have you been?”

You felt your chest tighten. Without a word, you turned your back to him, focusing on the menu board as though it held the secrets of the universe.

Wonyoung, sensing the tension, whispered, “Is that… him? The guy from the flight?”

You gave a terse nod, biting your lip.

Once you had your coffees, you sat by the window. Wonyoung leaned in, curiosity brimming. “So… what’s the deal? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You sighed, staring at the swirling foam in your cup. “It’s just… seeing him brings it all back. I was confused at first, thinking maybe I misread everything. But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. He acted like he cared, but he was just playing with me the whole time.”

Your mind flashed back to your flight together—the stolen glances, the laughter, the way he’d leaned in just a little too close. For a moment, it had felt like you were the only two people in the world. And then, the crushing blow of his confession: I have a girlfriend.

~

The neon glow of the bar lights bathed the room in shades of pink and blue. You clinked your martini glass with Wonyoung’s, the gin warming your chest as you let yourself get lost in the music.

“Eunju, who are you texting?” Wonyoung teased.

“My guy,” Eunju replied with a grin. “He’s here with his friends. Mind if they join us?”

“Sure,” the girls chimed in unison.

Minutes later, Eunju waved over a group of guys. Your smile faltered when you saw him—Jungkook.

“Seriously?” You muttered under your breath.

He caught your eye and gave a small nod, but you avoided his gaze, focusing on your drink. Jungkook, however, didn’t seem deterred, attempting small talk every chance he got.

Finally, needing a moment to yourself, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes and headed to the terrace. The cool night air did little to soothe your nerves.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped out.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I know I hurt you. I understand why you’re avoiding me.”

You exhaled a plume of smoke, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I’ll leave you alone,” he said, turning to go.

“Do you love her?” The question escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks, then slowly turned back to face you.

“I thought I did,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “I thought that once I got back to my routine, I’d feel guilty. That it was just a moment of weakness for a beautiful girl.”

Your breath hitched.

“But I couldn’t stop thinking about how incomplete I felt. How little I knew you but wanted to know more. To kiss you again.”

Jungkook stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze making your heart race. Your breath intensified as the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you on the terrace.

Without a word, he reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingertips lingered, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, his voice low and vulnerable.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours.

The kiss was tentative at first, as if testing the waters. His lips were warm, soft, and impossibly gentle, yet there was a tension beneath the surface—an urgency that spoke of longing and regret.

You froze for a split second, your mind racing, the thought of what you were doing was tremendously evil. But then something inside you gave way, it just felt so good, not just his lips felt good, but the controversy of the act, the forbiddeness of your relationship, so you kissed him back. It was like a dam breaking, all the pent-up emotions from your short-lived story on the plane pouring out in that moment.

Jungkook’s hand moved to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a way that made your knees weaken. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, pulling you closer, as if afraid you might slip away again.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate with each passing second. His tongue caressing yours, his teeth biting your lower lip, the exchange of saliva getting more intense. His lips moved against yours with a desperation that mirrored your own, as though he was trying to make up for everything, like he promised.

The cool night air contrasted sharply with the heat between you, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself to the moment.

When you finally broke apart, both were breathless, your foreheads nearly touching, his lips swollen and slightly tinted with your red lipstick. His eyes searched yours, as though trying to decipher the storm of emotions swirling within you.

“y/n…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

But you couldn’t find the words to respond, your mind a whirl of confusion, desire, and the painful knowledge of everything that had brought them to this point.

“This isn’t fair,” you said looking at him straight to the eyes. “For neither of us, your girlfriend and me.”

His eyes went from ecstatic to disillusioned, “I understand…”

~

After that night at the bar, everything changed. Jungkook had insisted on taking you home, his insistence both polite and protective. Before you left his car, he handed you his phone, asking softly, “Your number?”

You hesitated, guilt swirling in your chest. But there was something in his gaze—vulnerability, longing—that you couldn’t resist. You typed in your number, sealing a fate you weren’t sure you were ready for.

Since then, you had been talking on KakaoTalk every day. Your conversations were casual at first—simple exchanges about how your days went or what you were doing. But over time, the messages grew longer, more intimate. He’d send pictures of his meals, ask you about your favorite songs, and even shared silly anecdotes from his day.

You felt guilty, of course. Horribly guilty. Every time his name popped up on your screen, you thought about the girl he was betraying. But you couldn’t deny how much you looked forward to those chats, how comforting it was to talk to him, how utterly magnetic he was.

When you mentioned to Wonyoung that you had invited him to dinner at your grandfather’s restaurant—a Michelin-starred culinary gem—she didn’t hold back.

“You’re awful, y/n,” she said bluntly. “You’re helping him cheat.”

“I know,” you muttered, staring at your phone.

“But…” Wonyoung softened. “I know how much you like him. Just… think everything through, okay? Before this gets too serious. You’re not just playing with fire—you’re bathing in it.”

~

The restaurant was warm and intimate, with soft golden lighting that illuminated the intricate woodwork and glass displays of your grandfather’s creations. You had reserved a private table, tucked away in a corner overlooking the city skyline.

You chose a sleek, black silk dress that hugged your figure but fell elegantly to your knees, paired with simple gold jewelry and black heels. Jungkook arrived in a tailored navy suit, the crisp white shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of his collarbone. He looked effortlessly stunning, and the sight of him made your pulse quicken.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he pulled out your chair, his voice low and sincere.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, taking your seat.

The dinner began with a series of amuse-bouches, each more exquisite than the last. You watched as Jungkook tried each dish with curiosity and delight, his reactions varying from wide-eyed amazement to playful critiques.

“This one,” he said, pointing to a delicate scallop dish. “Is almost too pretty to eat. But I’ll make the sacrifice.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

As the main courses arrived—perfectly seared Wagyu steak for him, a delicate truffle risotto for you—your conversation turned lighthearted. He teased you about your inability to drink espresso without sugar, and you teased him back about his obsession with perfectly symmetrical food plating.

But then, as dessert arrived—a stunning mille-feuille with caramelized apples—Jungkook’s tone shifted.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, his gaze dropping to his hands. “About my relationship.”

You set down your fork, your stomach twisting.

“My relationship… it didn’t start naturally,” he admitted. “My father is a well-known lawyer, and he works closely with a famous politician. They would joke for years about how their youngest children should date. Eventually, they arranged a meeting for us.”

You stayed silent, watching as he struggled to put his thoughts into words.

“At first, I thought I liked her. She’s a good woman, everything someone could ask for. I convinced myself that I loved her. It was easy. It felt… safe.”

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours.

“But then I met you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“For the first time, I questioned everything. You make me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling—excitement, curiosity, passion. You’ve made me realize how much I’ve been settling.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You felt a flicker of hope—small, fragile, but undeniable. Maybe… just maybe… this wasn’t impossible after all.

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[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Ñuha mandia ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 8/12 of Smuffmas! Sunrise & Orgasm control with Aemond

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

A/N: I'm behind I'm sorry!!!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Sister!reader

Warnings: NSFW, secret relationship, subby aemond, aemonds just a girl, titty sucking, lactation kink (its bad atp), handjob (m receiving), mommy kink and praise kink

Summary: Aemond needs the comfort of his sister.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

Translation title: "My sister"

Another day arised in King’s Landing, the sun shining brighter and brighter the higher it went. And so it also shone on your face when you woke up. A strong arm was wrapped around you, your back pressing against something hard.

You smiled as you felt Aemond’s steady breath’s on your shoulder, where his head was buried. Sadness made it’s way in your heart when you realised he had to leave soon, before your handmaiden Circe arrived. 

It was a secret that started a while ago, one night Aemond stood at your door, tears in his eye and lips trembling. You had of course let him in your chambers and guided him to your bed so he could sit down.

He told you everything, how horrible he felt about Luke, about how the war was too much to bear, how afraid he was to lose you. He confessed how he felt like you were the only one who didn’t hate him. You soothed him and held him close. 

When he had backed away little by little, his cheek grazed yours, then your noses touched and before you knew it so did your lips. He took your maidenhead that night, and his need for his sister only grew by the day.

Every night he would come to you, cry in your arms. Then you would kiss and he would turn the kiss into something more. Sometimes he would even suckle at your breast, this would soothe him the most, when you paired that with tugging at his cock, he would come in seconds. 

You were only a year his elder and were betrothed to a lord of Highgarden but as the Tyrells refused to participate, they were now seen as an enemy and your engagement was called off by your grandsire. 

Aemond had taught you all kinds of depravity, none of which a maiden princess like you should know. But your brother cared little as did you, it was the only way you coped these days. He promised you that when the war was over, you would marry him. Become his queen.

And so it was another early morning spent tangled in his arms, his spent still dripping from your cunt after last nights activities. You turned your body around and he embraced you further in his sleep. 

Your hand moved up to his scar, soothing the traumatized tissue a bit. His eye patch was always discarded when he was alone with you. He needed you to see him bare, to console him and praise him. 

The feeling of your soft delicate hand on his cheek woke him, and a gentle smile tugged at his lips. “How long have you been doing that?” He asked, his voice low and groggy. You loved his voice the most when he had just woken up, it made desire swirl inside you. 

“Not long, you look so pretty like this, with your hair down and the light on you.” You almost whispered. He smiled deeper at your words and opened his eye to look at you. “Pretty?” You laughed and nodded. “Yes, so pretty.” 

You kissed his cheek and noticed his mood changed. “What hour is it.” His words made your heart sank. “I believe the hour is still too early, we have some time.” He sighed contently and leaned into your touch. “Good, need you again” He mumbled, you felt it too, he was hard.

You felt his energy shift, from his cold and distant nature to a more vulnerable one. “Do you my love? Do you need mommy to take care of you before you go?” You asked sweetly, in that caring and soothing voice he loved so much. He nodded and his eye shifted to your still naked breasts.

So you moved to sit up against the pillows a bit. Aemond moved with you and you cradled him in your lap. His whole demeanour had now changed and his head laid down on your chest, closer to your tit. 

You sighed when his lips wrapped around your nipple and he started to suck. Moving your hand to his head, your fingers ran through his silky strands, soothing him as he sucked on your nipple. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He nodded, his mouth not leaving your skin.

“Does my good boy deserve to cum before the small council meeting?” He let go of your breast for but a moment to speak. “Please mommy, I deserve it so much.” He whined before he continued to suckle at your mount. 

“I think so too baby.” As you spoke, your free hand moved to caress his hip and you helped him turn a tiny bit, just enough so you could reach his cock. He clearly needed you bad, with the way his tip was already so red and swollen, a tiny bead of precum at his slit. 

Your hand moved between the two of you and you took hold of his shaft, causing Aemond to exhale through his nose heavily against your skin. Your other hand held his head close to your chest as you started to tug the skin over the head of his cock.

Muffled moans and whines filled your bedchamber as Aemond started to suck greedily again, though he didn’t actually drink your milk, it soothed him either way. You started to tug on his cock faster and his hips jerked forward at the stimulation. 

He lapped and suckled at your nipple, hips rocking into your hand as you pleasured him. The vibration of his sounds on your breasts fed into your own arousal. He moved his head back as he had to take a deeper breath, pleasure consuming him. 

“Mommy- I’m gonna cum-” He whined. Even if he didn’t tell you so sweetly, you felt his shaft twitch in your hand and saw the way his balls tightened. “It’s okay my sweet boy.” You said, caressing his head as he moved back to your breast, he ceased sucking however and placed his cheek on your breast.

A loud gasp left his lips. “Mommy I’m cumming!” Aemond cried, ropes of his cum painting your hand and your stomach. Further strangled moans left his lips as more of his spent oozed out, you made sure to squeeze it all out of his tip before he went soft.

Aemond still breathed heavy against your chest. “Love you so much mommy.” He whined, still a bit intoxicated. “I love you more my sweet Aemond.” You said before kissing his forehead. After you had cleaned him up with your mouth, he got dressed and kissed you goodbye before heading to his duties, now back to his unrelenting facade.

Divider by: @saradika

[gffa]

I'm still trying to navigate my way through the absolute avalanche of Arcane fic, but I am here to scream at everyone about the fics I've loved so far and try to drag a few more of you down into this hellpit of feelings with me. It's nice down here, I promise! Totally normal and with soooo many hinges, nothing off a single hinge here!

JAYVIK RECS:

✦ To love is to risk the soul's quiet by Disguised_Bird, jayce/viktor, NSFW, 32.7k     When an anomaly suddenly transports an older, scarred version of Jayce into the Jayce of Viktor's timeline, the two must navigate the strange collision of past and future while grappling with feelings neither fully understands. As they work late into the night to find a way to send Jayce back, tension turns into intimacy, pushing Viktor to confront vulnerabilities he has spent a lifetime burying.

✦ Say My Name by Acryllic, jayce/viktor, NSFW, eventually post-canon, 77.2k wip     “Tell me now if you don’t want this.” He stroked Viktor’s bottom lip with his thumb, “Keep saying my name if you do.”

✦ This ain't goodbye no more, it just began by SirCumference, jayce/viktor, NSFW, 7.1k     After he and Viktor save the world, Jayce wakes up in his old bed on the day it all started. Things are different, this time.

✦ first times, second goodbyes by tragicperformer, jayce/viktor, NSFW, post-canon, 1.6k     “What do you mean pull out?” He teases, the corners of his lips quirking up into a stupid, dopey grin. “I have separation anxiety.” “Yes, I know,” Viktor intones. “We were just discussing this. It is why I’m currently visiting you, rather than focusing on my duties back in the commune.” “Yeah. And when I pull out, you’re going to leave again,” Jayce rationalizes. Not entirely incorrect. “Just a few minutes. Please, Vik? Let me pretend for a little longer.”

✦ The Threads of Our Mind by Darling_Pigeon, jayce/viktor, post-canon, 3k     Snapshot of Jayce and Viktor’s new life of exploration after the finale: Viktor helps Jayce adjust to his brace, but they discover they may be connected in another, strangely magical way.

✦ Time For Space by yurikazen, jayce/viktor, NSFW, post-canon, 6.6k     First, there’s a wave of blinding light, tearing through the cosmos like a free-falling comet. Then, Jayce opens his eyes to find a smooth, unfamiliar ceiling above his head. (Jayce dies, holding Viktor close to him, yet death is just another beginning.)

✦ two left feet by ChiliCheeseCornDog, jayce/viktor, 4k     Jayce rises from his seat, face set with a soft smile, and holds out his right hand with the palm facing up. “Let me teach you how.” The pause is long and unrelenting. “You are joking,” Viktor manages to say. or: Jayce teaches Viktor how to dance, Piltover-style.

✦ destabilise by antiparticular, jayce/viktor, 3.6k     Jayce was naked and in Viktor's bed. Don't get him wrong - Viktor had dreamed of this happening, both literally and on slow days in the lab when he was feeling particularly self-indulgent, but for it to manifest outside of his overactive imagination? He was half tempted to pinch himself to check he'd actually awoken. Why was Jayce Talis in Viktor's bed? And more pressingly, why did Viktor not remember?

✦ Run It Back Again by Withercrown, jayce/viktor & vander/silco & cast, 18.9k wip     Sometimes there's nothing you can do except scrap the whole experiment and start over. The worst possible outcome becomes an opportunity for a new beginning. Viktor and Jayce, estranged enemies in a brutal war, go back to the start - and then earlier than that. The key to their salvation ends up being an undercity brat named Silco. He's not quite the person they remember.

✦ Electric Desires by abisbookcase, jayce/viktor, NSFW, 1.2k     Viktor gets an important phone call in the middle of sex, and Jayce keeps fucking him roughly, trying to make him slip up while he talks.

✦ Between gears and parties by chaosheadspace, jayce/viktor, 3.6k     "Why do you think it is so hard for people like me to get a footing here?" Viktor asks. "Aside from the obvious classism, of course. I'll tell you. Bureaucracy. Do you know how difficult it is to even find a place to live without a last name up here?” Or: Jayce wants to save his partner some trouble and gets them married on paper.

ZAUNDADS RECS:

✦ Take Me Like You Mean It by Anonymous, vander/silco, NSFW, 2k     Young! Silco and Vander have sex in the alleyway behind the last drop after closing.

✦ Mr Eye of Zaun by limeta, vander/silco & jinx & vi & cast, 28.8k wip     Mylo and Claggor would say there’s nothing that scares Vi. She can dish out punches and evade danger better than anyone. She’s their fearless leader, always ready to take them on a job and back without losing anyone. It’s that level of assurance that they have in her, that confidence she exudes, that makes them trust and believe in her. But they’re wrong. Powder knows there’s something that scares Vi. And that’s because it scares Vander. Or: Silco reads the letter Vander left in the mines and sticks around as a boogeyman in the Last Drop.

✦ let fall the world by perfidiousalbion, vander/silco, nsfw, 4.2k     Or: before it all went wrong, Silco and Vander had something good.

✦ The Lives of Others by Lilbaebloo, vander/silco & ekko & benzo, NSFW, 5.1k     Ekko drops an emotional grenade on Silco and Vander when he brings up their fated night at the river thirteen years earlier. The plunge into the past reminds them both of how far they've come, together and apart, and what they have to keep living for.

✦ The Shore From Which I Fell by ClutchHedonist, vander/silco, NSFW, 1.2k     “I knew you still had it in you.” Silco’s mouth tastes of ash. His tongue, tacky and dry with the suffocating weight of it, threatens to stick to the roof of his mouth as his lips fall shut. He does his best to swallow past the whisper of bruising already blossoming in his throat where Vander’s broad hand has yet again left its mark.

✦ Night Business by spicedrobot, vander/silco, NSFW, rough sex, 2.6k     The rulers of Zaun play a game.

✦ While the world turns around by Blue_Daddys_Girl, vander/silco & jinx & benzo, 8.9k     In a chance meeting Vander sees Silco for the first time since the fateful day he's come to regret so deeply. Silco has changed—they both have. Vander can't stop thinking about him.

TIMEBOMB RECS:

✦ Little Crow by shroomyystar, ekko/jinx, 2.1k     There’s a monster under his bed.

✦ Let's Give It One Last Try by the_whole_shebang, ekko/jinx, post-canon, 12.3k     The war is finally over, and Ekko is finally home, but an old friend has one more favor to ask of him. Jinx found the strength to walk away, but something told her not to let go just yet. Maybe if Vi and Ekko hadn't given up on her yet, then she wouldn't either. Plus, thanks to Ekko, she was starting to think that the past wasn't as set in stone as she though it was.

✦ Let Me Try by Blue_Daddys_Girl, ekko/jinx, post-canon, 4.3k     Ekko walks away from the final battle in a daze after learning that Jinx is dead. Or: An alternate ending to the show, in which she isn't, no matter what Vi believes.

SOMETIMES THE SHIPS AREN'T THE POINT RECS:

✦ wait 'til your sister sees where you've been by QwahaXahn, vi & jinx & cast, post-canon, 12.9k     OR: Jinx falls. The bomb explodes. Everything goes white. ...And Vi wakes up in a different world.

✦ was it the worst you'd never know by Anonymous, jinx & silco, 2.2k     “Fix him,” she demands, voice barely decipherable through the breaking and raspiness from crying. Gentle, gentle, as gentle as Singed knows how to be, which is not very. Jinx will have no qualms killing him if he steps wrong. “He is… very far gone.” And indeed he is. His chest does not rise, and his eyes are vacant. He is gone. “FIX. HIM.” aka jinx refuses to let her father die and brings him to singed. it goes better than expected

✦ Six Weeks Since by argonautoida, jinx & viktor, 2.1k     Six weeks after Silco died, Jinx finally makes a friend.

[akicine]

A reason to live . ( Blade x Reader.)

Death has always been something Blade has longed for , you’ve seen him throw himself at enemies , losing limbs and blood , and still come out of the battle untouched. (His body untouched , not his clothes , there’s a reason why you carry a dark coat 3 sizes too big for you every time you go on a mission with him)

You resent him for it . For how he recklessly throws away the life he has , when people would beg for another chance at life .

In a way , you are polar opposites .

He longs for death , to stop thinking and die

You wish for a new life , to smile with others once again

And yet , even with how much you resent him , you also find comfort in him , you know he can’t die , so you don’t feel the crushing pressure of trying to keep him alive.

His silence is… nice . He doesn’t ask questions unless required , he takes off his coat and gives it to you when you’re cold . He lets you ramble on and on about what you used to have , occasionally letting out a curt one worded reply.

So when you face against a whole army , and watch him disappear in the crowd of bloody thirsty warriors , you panic.

Flashes of dead bodies , bloodied hands , and destruction flash through your mind.

If you didn’t sacrifice the life you knew , would you still have someone to laugh with?

Would you still have the life you used to have?

You quickly draw your weapon and tear down the enemies defenses , letting the blood splatter on the cold metal of your weapon , frantically trying to push through the crowd to see that wild flash of blue and red hair.

He can’t leave you.

You know that it’s practically impossible for him to leave you.

But you thought the same thing when you lost your former life .

You won’t allow it .

You can’t allow him to leave.

You are selfish . You know that

Even when you say you hate him , you still cling onto everything he’ll give you . Even when he’s a pain the ass and refuses to cooperate with you and says he doesn’t care.

He feels like home to you.

When you finally strike the last soldier down , he can’t be seen . When you realize this , you run across the battlefield and yell out his name .

You tell yourself , you’re only doing this because he’s essential to the script .

But you have another reason.

You love him.

Blade!

BLADE!

BLADE!!

YINGXING!

That is a name you should not know . That is a name you can’t call out . Kafka specifically told you that .

But it’s pointless . You see him lying on the ground , bleeding out .

In your shock , you don’t see how his wounds close up unnaturally , how his bones set without any help , how the roots of the abundance sow his skin and flesh together leaving pristine skin behind.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you fall to your knees , eyes widening in shock .

He left , just like everyone else.

Before you can spiral into a stream of self doubt and destruction, a cold but firm palm cups your hand.

A raspy voice calls out . One that makes your eyes light up in hope.

“ Why are you crying ?”

His eyes look at you with a cold glare , but his eyes are much softer .

He knows .

He knows about the life you left behind , the things you’ve sacrificed, how you tore down your original life just to live , and when you had to kill your friend for survival , they died in your arms , their corpse slowly rotting away as you cried .

Kafka told him to understand you , to listen and comfort you . He never really knew why , Kafka was tricky like that . But even then , he would’ve listened to your voice without a second voice .

There was something soothing in it , how it poured out of your throat in a smooth stream of sound . It soothes the Mara inside of him .

Your antics are something he would willingly endure , because he finds them entertaining and adorable.

He won’t straight out admit it , but he’s grown attached to you , with how you make him feel comfortable , even if you’re in a cave with the cold hard ground poking at his back .

You made him feel alive .

So when he sees you cry , he feels the urge to scoop you up into his arms and try to light up your point of view , just like how you did to him.

But he doesn’t , he knows how cold his body is and how dangerous it is for you to be near him .

He settles with just touching your cheek , your cheek that is just oh so warm and soft compared to his palm , hardened with callouses.

When you refuse to answer him , he doesn’t let his frustration show , he just kneels and wraps you in his coat , trying to warm up your body .

You lower your head and your breathing evens , he takes it as a sign to listen to you . Not to talk , but to listen to your breathing and take his time and be patient with you .

You’re fragile , even when you seem cold and impatient .

Somedays , he can see that thin shell crack and reveals a vulnerable center .

He has an urge to cover it up and feed it with warmth , warmth he doubts he can provide.

He sighs , he before looking at you , today is one of those days that shell has cracked .

He’s made his decision.

You’ll be his reason to live .

[written-and-readen]

Would You Fall in Love With Me Again

Sunday x reader

Summary: Sunday returns home after many years, changed but still your husband

a/n: Based on Would You Fall in Love With Me Again from Epic the Musical. It’s such a beautiful song and I highly recommend listening to it (although it’s honestly even better with the context of the whole musical because it’s the last song).

The large double doors of your bedroom loom before Sunday. He knows you are waiting just past them, but his hand hesitates to grab the handle and walk through them. It has been several years since he’s been on Penacony. After his involvement with the Order, he couldn’t bear to face you. His decision to journey with the Astral Express to find himself and rediscover the dream he had to make people happy followed a letter left on the bed he had once shared with you. It was a letter that promised he would return someday.

Despite all the time that has passed Sunday still wears his wedding ring on the hand currently outstretched towards the door. Would you still be waiting for him? He wouldn’t blame you if you moved on. Would you still love him? The idea that you might not recognize him scares him stiff. You’ve remained at the forefront of his mind while he was gone, but he could have become a stranger to you in that time as well.

Still, there’s only one way to find out, and he made a promise after all, so Sunday pulls the door open and enters. You’re standing by the tall windows, looking out over the Golden Hour. It’s a view he used to enjoy sharing with you late at night. The views from the Express’ windows could never compare, part of that being a significant lack of you there.

Your eyes are drawn by the intrusion and meet Sunday’s as he steps in. He takes you in as the light from the Dreamscape surrounds your form with a soft glow. It’s almost ethereal, and Sunday suddenly feels his heart lurching in his chest like it wants to jump out and fly to that whom it belongs to.

“Sunday?” You walk slowly towards him. He catches your eyes studying him. Once you stand before him, your hands move to lightly brush the hair out of his face as you take him in just like you used to do every morning. “Are you real? This isn’t a dream?”

“It’s me.”

“You look different.” Sunday leans into your touch as your hand grazes his cheek. “There’s a light in your eyes that wasn’t there before.” He lets out a shaky breath.

“I’m not the same man you once knew. I’ve changed a lot since I left, but-” Only when he looks directly into your eyes do you notice the tears beginning to form, “Would you fall in love with me again? Even though I’m different?”

Your hands take his, running your thumb over the golden ring he wears. Glancing down, his eyes widen as he sees an identical ring still adorning your finger.

“Do you remember when you gave it to me?” You say upon noticing the recognition in his eyes.

“It was in this room,” Sunday recalls. “We were in bed, and you said you wanted to marry me. I had bought the ring weeks ago but only then did I feel brave enough to give it to you. The way your eyes lit up outshone even the Golden Hour.” Your hand tilts his face up to meet yours again, a smile gracing your features.

“Only my husband would remember that,” You choke up as tears fill your eyes as well. “I never fell out of love with you, Sunday. I’m glad you’re home. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Sunday lets the tears freely stream down his face as he pulls you into his arms. Your hands on his back bring him just as close, if not closer, as his previous fear is released with his sobs. After spending years in the cold reaches of space, he revels in your warmth. It feels right. It feels like home.

“I can’t wait to hear about everything you’ve been up to.” Your hands reach up to brush the residue of tears from his cheeks. And so, Sunday sits side by side with you on the edge of the bed as he tells you all of his adventures throughout the galaxy.