#there was a LOT of romancing that went into the wife-capturing

[stiltonbasket]

lxc loves grilled cheese sandwiches but isn't very good at making them, right? this is a perfect time for lesbian firefighter nmj to come on the scene and be helpful. Go get your girl, firefighter nmj!!

Nie Mingjue: *making notes in her planner*

Nie Huaisang: What's da-jie writing?

Nie Mingjue's planner: "Fire Chief Nie's Three-Day Wife-Capturing Agenda: featuring garlic bread, strawberry shortcake, chocolate eclairs, and that one grilled cheese recipe that A-Sang really likes"

Nie Huaisang, upon discovering that NMJ really managed to catch a wife with food in under three days:

[lostinlovingrevery]

Vans Valentines - Sugar

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

Valentine Masterlist

A/N: Apologies if this seems short and rushed! I don't have a lot of time this week, but I still want to put stuff out since it IS heart week!! Also no graphics for this one either until I get the time to catch up oopsie

Plot: You and Logan don't do much for Valentines, but you decide to surprise him with something sweet

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI thank you :), unprotected PiV, sweet talk from Logan (he does a lot of praising), cream pie, lingerie, some breast play, romance :)

Word Count: 1890

“Sugar?” 

Logan's voice called out for you, as he stepped into your makeshift living space in the old factory. He held a bouquet of roses in one hand, that he stopped and grabbed for you before he made his final drive back to the factory. 

Neither of you did much for Valentines in the few years you’ve been together, but he always made a point to do something nice for you. Whether it was some flowers or some of your favorite chocolate, or just a nice gift. In return, you’d always either got him a set of cigars, and made his favorite dinner. It was a little tradition. 

Admittedly, Logan wished he could do more for you. With everything you do for him and Charles, he wanted to truly show his appreciation. The ache in his bones, and his work schedule tends to exhaust him before he could truly plan or think of something.

He immediately noticed something was weird by how dark the place was. Even if you went to bed before he came home- a rare event- you would’ve at least left a few lights on for him. He sniffed the air- he could still smell you, so you were here. There was a scent of your perfume too, stronger than usual.

He carefully made his way to the bedroom, staring at the door that was closed- also strange. 

“Sugar?” He called out, opening the door and stepping inside. His brows raised in surprise, as he took in the sight before him.

You were lying on your side in a provocative pose, adorning a sexy piece of light pink lingerie. A top that barely concealed your breasts, with a light see through cloth that floated over your belly, complete with lace panties attached to thigh garters. There were red candles and tealights that illuminated around the room, creating a romantic ambiance that made you glow as you sat up on the bed, smiling at him.

You bit your lip, as you felt your face heat up as he stared at you. “Hi love.” You greet him softly. “I just…wanted to do something nice for you.” 

He let out a shaky breath. “Yeah?” A small smile appeared on his lips as he stepped into the room. He could feel his trousers getting tighter in the crotch each step he took towards you. “Wanted to look pretty for your old man?” He asks as he stepped up to the mattress. 

You nodded, blinking innocently up at him and he grinned, before pulling up the bouquet of flowers that was at his side. You smiled bright at the roses, taking them in your hands as you sniffed them. “Lo! They’re beautiful…” You smiled up at him, but he already leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. He grabbed the bouquet, dropping them to the side as he pushed you down on the bed, climbing over you. 

“You’re beautiful sugar...” He murmurs softly against your lips. You giggle, bringing your hands up to cup his face as he pecked your lips over and over, before moving to kiss your neck. You sighed contently as you arched your back against him. His thigh came between your legs, and you began grinding your core against him. “Hope you weren’t waiting long doll..” He says apologetically as he lifted his head up to look at you. 

“I’d wait forever for you Lo.” You say softly, scratching as his beard. A soft smile spread on his face. You sat up, gently pushing him off you so you could straddle him. You slowly began undoing his shirt, carefully unbuttoning each button as his hands came up to rest on your hips and looked up at you lovingly. 

Unbuttoning his shirt revealed his wife beater he wears underneath. He sat up, letting you pull off the button-up shirt and wife beater, revealing his broad, scarred chest that you pressed your hands against, running it through his chest hair. You gently pushed him back down as you began to press kisses over his chest, kissing along the various scars that littered his body. A soft sigh escaped him. 

“You deserve better sweetheart.” He mutters softly. You stopped, a frown on your face as lean up so you were face to face with him. 

“What did we say about that?” You raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckled. 

“That it’s true?” 

You scowled and he chuckled warmly. “You’re cute when you make that face.”

“Logan.” You say in a warning tone. 

“Alright alright.” He hums his hands running over your thighs, tugging at the garters hugging your thighs. The snap against your skin, making your thighs flinch. He chuckled warmly. “I’ll drop it for tonight.”

You smiled. “You’re gonna drop it forever. I don’t wanna hear that from you again.” You say leaning down to press a kiss to his nose. He chuckled. 

“Yes ma’am.” He said in a low tone, before grinning, his hand smoothing over your thigh over to your ass, and then smacking it. You yelped and he let out a loud laugh at your reaction. You smiled shaking your head and kissing him posessively. You began grinding your hips over his, you wet cunt running over his trousers, where you rubbed against his hard erection. “Damn.” He mumbled into your lips. 

He brought his hands up to cup your face, kissing you again, licking your bottom lip for entrance that you allow him. His beard scratched at your skin, but in a way you loved. “I’m sweet on you sugar…” He mumbles over your lips. “Getting yourself all dolled up for me like this…” He breathed, his hand cupping your cheek. 

“You deserve it Lo. You deserve only good things.”

His expression softened as he stared up at you with fondness. You smiled, sitting up from him, your hands on his chest, smoothing over his hard pecs. 

You brought your hands down to his trousers while he watched, undoing his pants and pushing them down as far as you could. You bit your lip as you saw his hard cock straining against his boxers, wetness staining where his tip was. 

Peeling his boxers back, his cock jumped out, the tip hitting his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, the vein that started at his stomach and traveled up onto his cock towards the tip. Your hand reached out, gripping him and giving him a few small strokes, biting your lower lip as you felt how he throbbed against your hand. 

“Go on baby. Take what you want.” He urges. 

You moved forward, resting you clothed cunt rub against him as you began to roll your hips back and forth. You could feel his pre-cum leaking out, soaking into your panties, already soaked by your arousal. 

“You’re soaked darling.” He hums, putting his hands on your thighs again, squeezing them as you continued rolling over his cock. His breath began to pick up, as your rolled your hips faster. “C’mon sugar, I need to feel that sweet pussy.” 

Your breath hitched. He has such a way with words.

You sat up, and he reached over to pull your lacey panties out of the way, then grabbed the base of his cock, holding himself up so you could lower down on him. A sharp gasped escaped you as you felt his tip pushed into your entrance.

“Oh Lo-” You moaned tipping your head back as you lowered yourself onto him, feeling himself deeper and deeper inside you until he bottomed out.

“Fuck.” He cursed. “C’mere, give me some sugar.” He groans, his adams apple bobbing his throat as he tipped his head back, staring up at you pleadingly. You leaned forward, pressing your lips on his, and his hands grabbed your hips, slowly leading you to move up and down his cock. “Feel so good for me darling - you’re my good girl.” 

You let out a small whine against his lips, your hands gripping at the bedsheets on either side of his head. You rolled your hips, going faster against him but he stopped you from picking up to much pace. 

“Slow down baby. I ain’t going anywhere.” He chuckled warmly. His laugh shot straight down your spine, clenching around his cock, making him growl. “Yeah, I’m staying right here. Just enjoy it.” he purred. His eyes trailed over the lingerie you were wearing. “Pretty girl you are…” He muttered, as if he was talking to himself. His hands moved to grope your breasts, squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs over your peaked nipples. He tugged the bralette down, exposing your tits that bounced every time you moved and he let out a small whine by how lovely you looked.

The candles lit in the room illuminated your figure perfectly, bathing you in a warm glow that made you look ethereal. Your skin was glowing, your face contorted in heavenly pleasure. He didn’t know how or why you chose to stay with him. He was a cranky old asshole, who brought more harm than good in this world yet for some reason you doted on him like he was the most beautiful thing you ever soon. 

That’s okay though, he was smitten with you too.

You did your best staying at a steady pace, his large hands on your hips as he helped you move up and down on him. You tipped your head back, rolling your hips against his again, making him hitch his breath. “Lo- You feel so good…” You whined.

“You’re fucking amazing baby.” He muttered. “I’m so damn lucky. How’d I get you? Huh?” 

His hand came up around your cheek, moving down to the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him again. “Stay close pretty girl.” 

His hips began thrusting into you. You moaned his name, arching your back, angling yourself so he would hit that spot that curled your toes. Your hands went into his hair, as you met his pace. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you to his chest as he thrusted harder and faster. You panted, your cheek pressed against his chest, as your body became dumb and pliant from the overwhelming pleasure you got from his cock stretching you open. 

“Lo-!” You whined. “Harder!” 

He grunted, thrusting into you hard as you moved your hips back on him, that warm honey feeling pooling in your belly. 

“Get close doll?” He moaned, “C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum for me.” 

You cried you as you finally snapped, your body trembling against his as your pussy pulsed around his cock. Your release flooding and soaking his thighs and lower stomach. He thrusted into you one more time, and a loud shout of your name and you felt his cum filling you up, slowly dripping out of you.

A moment passed, as you both took a breath, before you managed to push yourself up, face to face with him. He had a goofy, lovesick grin on his face, and you tilted your head. 

“I love you.” You tell him, 

“Mm, love you too sugar.” He hums, his hand coming up to rub up and down soothingly down your back. “I’m…sorry I didn’t get you much for Valentines.” 

“That’s okay pumpkin,” You hummed, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “All I need is you anyway.” 

[strwbrythoughts]

no stopping a man in love | alhaitham

In which the traveler and Paimon catches Alhaitham indulging in something unexpected.

A/N: I might as well make this whole blog dedicated to Alhaitham because man's got my heart in a chokehold :(

Divider by @/osqrie

The House of Daena was filled with the sounds of pages turned over and the quick footsteps of the students flitting from one bookcase to another. Furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips decorated each of their faces. The librarian seemed stressed out to navigate the flurry of students and assist them in finding books. Even a stranger could tell the obvious; examination season was right around the corner.

Alhaitham, the ex-Acting Grand Sage and current Scribe of the Akademiya, had his eyes glued onto his surroundings. Though his expression remained neutral, he couldn't deny the feeling of annoyance building up inside him. The library was way too noisy to be called one. It was a good thing that he was enjoying his read so far. Though, the choice of reading fiction was something that not a lot of people would expect from him.

Yes, he had a book titled "The Genius Falls in Love!" nestled in his hands.

He didn't really catch the eye of anyone. After all, it wasn't weird that the Scribe would spend his day in the library instead of his office. His work hours were long but he never really complied to them. That was something that the students were mighty jealous of. What they didn't know, however, was that his work was always submitted on time with the highest quality. A trait that most of them could only hope to achieve.

Alhaitham put on his noise-cancelling earphones. His eyes relaxed slightly as he could focus better on the book in his hand. He was already on chapter 22. An impressive amount of reading, given that he only received the book that morning.

His body rested fully onto the chair he sat on. He closed his eyes, remembering the sweet smile his wife gave him as she handed him the book.

'Here, honey!' she exclaimed, shoving a book into his hands. 'If you miss me at work, read this book I wrote! And tell me how it went, yeah?'

From the moment he stepped out of their shared house, he flipped the book open. 'Ridiculous,' he thought to himself. 'I always miss you when you're not by my side.'

And so off he went. He finished all the work he deemed urgent enough on that day, before immediately going back to reading. It was quite the comical sight, really. The stoic genius reading a fictional book? A romance, at that? Impossible. Utterly ridiculous.

And yet, here he was.

The work day passed by so quickly when he spent it reading. Before he knew it, the librarian came over to his spot and told him that the library was closing. Alhaitham immediately got up and left to go home.

--

The walk back was quiet and peaceful enough. The mere sight of his wife's face as she greeted him at the door was enough to make a smile appear on his face, no matter how slight.

"Honey! How was work today? What did you eat during lunch? Did you have time to read my book?" It was expected that his wife would bombard him with questions the moment he came home. However, she was special in every way. For instance, he would always answer each question she had calmly, no matter how frequent or stupid they may be.

"I'm back. Work was completed like usual today. I ate the lunch you prepared for me, and I'm halfway through your book, my dear."

His wife giggled at the thought of her husband taking some time out of his busy day to read her work. What she didn't know was that his day was scheduled around her, and never around anything else.

Until the traveler and Paimon had some interesting news to bring to her.

--

"Traveler, look! Is Alhaitham reading...a romance?"

Paimon's voice bounced off the walls of the House of Daena. She had successfully captured the eyes of many students, causing the traveler to put their hand over their head. Perhaps to block a headache induced by her lack of realisation that they were in the library.

Paimon's hands flew over her mouth right after the words were uttered. Her eyes seemed apologetic enough, darting over to the traveler as a silent apology. The traveler merely shot her an awkward smile.

It was a good thing that Alhaitham himself did not pay them any mind. The way his ears perked up slightly showed that he indeed heard Paimon, but perhaps chose to ignore them. However, the eyes glued to his person was quite bothersome, even for someone as stoic as him.

He shut the book in his hands quite loudly, hinting his irritation at Paimon. She only gulped and shot a panicked expression at the traveler, who deadpanned at her. The both of them stood still as they heard Alhaitham's footsteps approach them. He was getting closer and closer with each thud of his footsteps.

"I would appreciate if you did not point out whatever business unrelated to you." His voice was calm, just like his expression. His eyes told a different story all together. The traveler's flying companion could only apologise repeatedly, while the traveler shot him an apologetic smile.

After a few seconds of awkward silence between the trio, the Scribe walked away from the both of them. His right hand carried the romance book he was reading quite delicately, as if it was his most precious treasure. And it truly was.

Anything related to his wife was a treasure to him, and he would never forgive himself if he failed to appreciate even the simplest things about her.

--

"...and that was it! He seemed really annoyed that the Akademiya students were looking at him curiously." Paimon ended her story to Alhaitham's wife. She merely chuckled at the tale.

"Of course he was. He dislikes people getting into his business after all."

"Are you sure he isn't acting like that because he's embarrassed about getting caught reading something so...unexpected, of him?" The traveler furrowed their eyebrows as their companion asked such question with no hesitation. She really needed to learn to read the room sometimes.

Before she could answer, Alhaitham embraced his wife from behind. His eyes were calm, as if having his wife in his arms was all it took to make him feel tranquil.

"Do you really think I'd be reading such book in public if I were to be 'embarrassed' about it? Moreover, how could my lovely wife ever make me feel embarrassed?"

That was more than enough of an answer for the traveler and Paimon. They smiled sweetly at the response. The smiles were short lived, however, as Alhaitham sent them both out of his house, wanting to be alone with his wife.

Ah, well. There's no stopping a man in love, is there?

Thank you for reading! <3

[mononijikayu]

“all that i am, when i’m around you” — gojo satoru.

Satoru blushes at the fact that he was so bold to do that. He groaned to himself, his hands on his head. He purses his lips. But it felt good. It felt good to make you flustered. It felt good to make you feel a deep sense of contentment, just being with you. Just being silly around you. These moments, these small, everyday interactions, were what made his life with you so special. It wasn’t about grand gestures or dramatic changes—it was about the quiet, simple moments that you shared together. Gojo Satoru felt that he was all he was, when he was around you.

GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, family, comfort, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, mention of pregnancy, mention of breastfeeding, mention of postpartum effects, depiction of the aftermath of birth, depiction of parenthood, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

LISTEN: all that i am by mirdjo

NOTE: i was gone for a while and i still haven't written, sorry about that. i recently lost my dog and i really couldn't do anything. but today is the jjk chapter drop, so i decided to write something. this was comforting to write, because gojo satoru is a comfort. i'm doing a bit better now. we will be back on schedule soon enough!!! i hope you enjoy this little drable!!! i love you!!! <3

masterlist

u s and t h e m

IT WAS TAKING TIME TO ADJUST TO BEING MARRIED. But being married to you wasn’t so bad, or at least that’s what Gojo Satoru thinks. He looks at you as you hum that tune from the radio — preparing breakfast for both of you and the kids.

He had just gotten home from a mission, but you were waiting for him to come home. That was new for him. That someone was up all night worrying about him. Usually, he and Suguru went on missions together. But there wasn’t anyone waiting for him to come back, to greet him happily like you did. 

Everything has been a whirlwind of changes and emotions. One that he hadn’t expected about this. Surprisingly, you both got along well as a married couple. You didn’t act romantically, of course. There’s…there’s none of that yet. But you both cared for each other a lot, acted like a married couple would. Satoru was surprised. It was like everything fit into place now. 

The dynamic between you had shifted in subtle yet significant ways, reshaping the very foundation of your relationship. These past few months had been a period of profound transformation for both of you, discovering what could be between you now.

He was sure that slowly but surely, it was still sinking in — you took his name, you were in his house, you wore his ring. You were more in his and your life now. You were more part of his life now than ever before. You weren’t his senpai anymore, and he wasn’t your kouhai either. You were now his wife and he was your husband.

For a while, Gojo Satoru found himself in an unfamiliar territory, uncertain of what to call you. It wasn't just a matter of addressing you by your name; it was about finding the right words to encapsulate the depth of your relationship. In the past, you were his senpai, the one he looked up to with admiration and respect. Then, you became his partner, someone he leaned on for support and guidance. But now, as husband and wife, the dynamics had shifted in ways he hadn't anticipated.

He hesitated to simply call you by your first name, as if it didn't quite capture the magnitude of your connection. You were still very much not in love. It was too hard to be casual with you. It wasn’t like it was a joke like he did when he was still your kouhai. It was real now. It was very much something that was a gap he had to think about for a long while. 

Calling you "wife" felt too formal, too distant for the woman who shared his hopes, dreams, and fears. It may have been an arranged marriage, but it wasn’t as if he wasn’t an instigator. He was a willing participant, because he was fond of you. He wasn’t going to be calling you that.

Using "dear" sounded too old-fashioned, something his and your mother called your own fathers when they first married years and years ago. And "love" seemed too casual for the depth of emotion he felt for you. He wasn’t in love with you, yet. One day, maybe. But until then, he had to be able to give a name for you.

One day, Satoru approached you with a hesitant expression, his usual confidence tinged with uncertainty. "Hey, um... I've been thinking," he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

You looked up from your book, sensing his unease. "What's on your mind, Satoru?"

He shifted nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "It's about... what to call you, now… now that you aren’t my senpai," he admitted, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush. His eyes flickered with uncertainty as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "It's just... I know this is really different. But it’s not easy to just call you by your name or just make up one. So I wanted to ask you about what you’re comfortable with."

You watched him with a soft smile, sensing his discomfort and wanting to ease his worries. "Satoru, you don’t really have to ask me. We’re married now," you reassured him, your voice gentle and reassuring.

But he couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty, the weight of tradition and habit still lingering in his mind. "I know, I know," he murmured, his gaze shifting to the ground. "But it's just... I want to make sure I'm doing this right. I want it to feel... natural."

Your heart softened at his vulnerability, your own affection for him swelling within your chest. "Satoru, there's no right or wrong way to do this," you said, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "We're in this together, remember? It's okay to feel unsure sometimes. But just know that you can call me whatever feels comfortable to you."

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Anything?"

You nodded, a warm smile playing on your lips. "Anything."

With a sigh of relief, Satoru felt the weight of uncertainty lift from his shoulders. "Okay then," he said, a newfound determination in his voice. "I think... I think I'll stick with trying to…trying to get used to your name. For now. If that's alright with you."

Your smile widened, a surge of warmth flooding your heart. "It's more than alright, Satoru." you replied, your voice filled with love and understanding. 

He liked the way you said his name.

But he can tell, slowly but surely.

You liked how he said yours too.

In that time, as Satoru endeavored to commit your name to memory as effortlessly as breathing, he found himself grappling with the concept of you being an intrinsic part of his home. The idea of you being his home. It was a notion that seemed foreign at first, given his long-standing familiarity with solitude and transience.

From a young age, Satoru had grown accustomed to living in isolation, even within the vast expanse of the Gojo clan manor. As the heir to the Gojo clan, he had resided in his own wing of the estate, separated from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But even within his private quarters, he never lingered in one room for long. 

The ever-present threat of assassination, a constant worry for his mother following the fate of his father, prompted her to frequently alter the layout and appearance of his living space. Rooms were rearranged, furnishings were swapped out, and on particularly paranoid days, Satoru found himself relocated to entirely different chambers. As a result, he never had the opportunity to truly imprint the features of any particular room in his memory.

Even during his time in the Jujutsu High dormitories, Satoru had maintained a sense of detachment from his surroundings. Though he had his own room, he seldom spent enough time there to form any meaningful connection to it.

With missions keeping him and Suguru occupied for days on end, and the few precious hours of rest often spent in Suguru's company, Satoru's dorm room remained as pristine and impersonal as the day he first set foot in it. Like the Gojo manor, it was a space devoid of personal significance, a transient waypoint in his journey through life.

It wasn't until he met Suguru and Shoko, and ultimately you, that Satoru began to understand the true meaning of belonging. Through your presence, he discovered a sense of stability and security that had eluded him for so long.

With you, he found a home—a place where he could be himself without fear or reservation, where memories were made and cherished, and where the bonds of love and friendship flourished. And as he reflected on the journey that had brought him to this moment, Satoru realized that he had finally found something worth remembering, something worth holding onto with all his heart.

Satoru often found himself lost in thought, reflecting on how different things were now. He loved how peaceful it had been just being around you. Even the little mundane details brought a sense of joy he hadn't anticipated.

Living together meant he saw you more than ever before, and since you weren’t going on missions nowadays, he found himself awakened to each and every day beside you, learning all these bright new facets of your personalities to light.

He noticed how you scrunch your nose when you were thinking too hard, a cute quirk that made him smile. Your bright eyes narrowed often when you focused on things, a look of intense concentration that made you look both serious and endearing.

You made a funny face when you realized something he had pointed out, a mix of surprise and amusement that was always delightful to witness. And then there was the way you smiled into your cup of coffee if it tasted good, a small but genuine expression of contentment that made his heart swell.

One morning, as he watched you prepare breakfast, he couldn’t help but just stare. You had a peculiar way of eating your breakfast. You put jam on your bread, humming quietly, and add your eggs, bacon, and the other side of the bread.  You looked so happy to eat it, grinning at how delicious it tastes for you.

The kids were already out for the day, and they would be here all day because they’re in school and there were still their after school activities. In truth, Satoru was too exhausted to get up from the bed, he did back to back missions after all. But you kept urging him to get up and eat breakfast with you. His stomach would hurt if he didn’t tell him. He can shower and sleep after.

He didn’t know if he was just too tired or if he was just out of his mind. But he felt warm inside. Just watching you eat happily. That you would make him this delicious meal. That you would push him to take care of himself. That you would take care of him. 

"You know, you have these little habits that are just... adorable." 

You turned to him, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "All of a sudden?”

“Why not? I think it’s true.”

“Oh really? How so?"

He leaned against his own chair, a playful grin on his face. "Y’know, I don’t think you know this but you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking too hard. Or how your eyes narrow when you’re focused. And that face you make when you realize something new—it’s priceless. Just know, you ate that sandwich and started nodding because you think it’s delicious.”

You looked at him flustered, eyes fluttering. "I didn’t know you paid so much attention to me, Satoru. That’s….so detailed.”

"How could I not?" he replied, leaning forward toward you. "I see you everyday. It was meant to be me learning something new about you every day.”

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you turned back to the stove, stirring the eggs. "You’re making me self-conscious now."

"Don’t be." he said softly, smiling at you gently. "I love these little things about you. They make you... you. And I like that, y’know?”

You leaned back into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "And what about you, Satoru? What little things do you have that I should be noticing?"

He chuckled at you, standing up and walking towards you. He pats your head, your face turning redder. "I’m not sure. Maybe you’ll have to pay more attention and find out."

"......I will." you promised, turning your head slightly to meet his eyes. You were too shy now. His grin grew wider. "I’ll make it my mission to do well for you."

He smiled, his lips brushing against your cheek. "I look forward to it."

“S-satoru, you can’t just do that!” 

He laughed. “Love you too!”

“T-that….. Satoru! You're a pain in the ass!"

"But I'm your pain in the ass!"

Satoru blushes at the fact that he was so bold to do that. He groaned to himself, his hands on his head. He purses his lips. But it felt good. It felt good to make you flustered. It felt good to make you feel a deep sense of contentment, just being with you. Just being silly around you.

These moments, these small, everyday interactions, were what made his life with you so special. It wasn’t about grand gestures or dramatic changes—it was about the quiet, simple moments that you shared together. Gojo Satoru felt that he was all he was, when he was around you. 

In those moments, he realized that being married to you was more than he had ever expected. It was about finding joy in the mundane, discovering new facets of each other every day, and building a life together that was filled with love, laughter, and understanding. There were moments of tender domesticity that felt almost surreal—sharing morning coffee, debating over grocery lists, and falling into a routine that was uniquely yours.

As Satoru sat at the kitchen table, you poured him a cup of freshly brewed coffee, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Here you go, Satoru." you said, sliding the mug across the table towards him. "Time for you to join the coffee club."

He eyed the dark liquid with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I'm not sure about this," he admitted, reaching out to tentatively lift the mug to his lips.

"You won't know until you try, y’know?" you teased, nudging him gently. “Go on! One sip!”

As Satoru tentatively raised the cup to his lips, anticipation mingled with apprehension. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted up to meet his nose, promising a bold and robust flavor experience. But as the bitter liquid touched his tongue, his features contorted into a grimace of pure disbelief. It was as if he had just bitten into a particularly sour lemon, his taste buds recoiling in shock at the unexpected assault.

The sight of Satoru's reaction was too much for Megumi to handle. From his position on the sidelines, he burst into laughter, unable to contain his amusement at his friend's expense. His laughter echoed through the kitchen, a joyful symphony of mirth that filled the room with infectious energy.

Despite the discomfort of the bitter taste lingering on his palate, Satoru couldn't help but chuckle along with Megumi's infectious laughter. There was something undeniably humorous about the situation, and he found himself unable to suppress a smile even as he struggled to come to terms with the unfamiliar flavor of the coffee.

Tsumiki, the epitome of kindness and compassion, didn't hesitate for a moment as she witnessed Satoru's struggle with the bitter coffee. With a swift and determined motion, she sprang into action, her nurturing instincts kicking into high gear.

"Here, let me help, Satoru–san!" she exclaimed, her voice gentle but firm as she reached for the container of sugar and the carton of cream nestled in the fridge. With practiced efficiency, she poured a generous spoonful of sugar into the mug, followed by a liberal splash of cream, expertly balancing the flavors to create a more palatable concoction.

As she stirred the sugar and cream into the coffee, a look of focused concentration settled on her features. It was clear that she took her role as caretaker seriously, determined to ease Satoru's discomfort and ensure his enjoyment of the beverage.

With a final stir, Tsumiki presented the transformed coffee to Satoru with a warm smile, her eyes shining with genuine concern and compassion. "Here you go, Satoru–san," she said softly, offering him the mug. "I hope this makes it more to your liking."

Satoru accepted the mug with gratitude, his heart warmed by Tsumiki's kindness and thoughtfulness. As he took a cautious sip of the now sweetened and cream-enriched coffee, he found himself pleasantly surprised by the transformation. The bitter edge had been softened, replaced by a creamy sweetness that danced across his taste buds with newfound delight.

"Thank you, Tsumiki," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You're a lifesaver."

Tsumiki's smile widened at his words, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. "It's my pleasure, Satoru–san," she replied, her gaze warm and earnest. "I'm always here to help."

He looks at you. “This is my only cup of coffee for the rest of my life.”

You chuckled at Satoru's expression, reaching out to pat his hand sympathetically. "Looks like coffee isn't for everyone," you said, trying to stifle your laughter.

Satoru nodded in agreement, his lips still puckered from the bitter taste. "I think I'll stick to hot cocoa." he said, setting the mug aside with a grimace. “This is awful!”

You laughed. “Well, I’ll make you good sweet ones, ‘toru.”

You took care of him in ways that went beyond what he had ever imagined. It was in the little things: the way you left notes for him to find, the meals you cooked together, the quiet support you offered without needing to be asked. It made him feel like a bashful boy all over again, experiencing a kind of affection and attention that was both exhilarating and humbling.

Being married, being husband and wife — this is not easy. His own mother was surprised that someone as young as him would consider it now. It was true that he had uncles that could marry you. Save you from the Zenin, the name was enough. But Satoru couldn’t admit to you then when you asked him that it was because you were you. You were all he had, now that Suguru had left him. And he couldn’t lose you too. He didn’t want to.

Satoru sat across from his mother, the weight of her words heavy in the air. "You're too young to be thinking about marriage, Satoru." she said, her tone tinged with concern. "You have your whole life ahead of you. There's no need to rush into anything."

He bit his lip, feeling the weight of her words like a physical blow. "I know, Mother." he replied, his voice strained with emotion. "But it's not that simple."

His mother raised an eyebrow, her expression questioning. "What do you mean?"

Satoru hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "I... I can't just leave her unprotected. Not when the Zenin is planning to marry her to Naoya….he’s gonna hurt her." he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "She needs someone to look after her, to keep her safe."

His mother's eyes softened with understanding as she reached out to lay a comforting hand on his arm. "Satoru, you don't have to bear that burden alone," she said gently. "You have uncles who would gladly take on that responsibility. Maybe even your cousins. You don't have to sacrifice your own happiness for hers."

But Satoru shook his head, determination shining in his cerulean eyes. "It has to be me, Mother," he insisted. "I can't let anyone else take that responsibility. I have to be the one to marry her, to care for her. No one….”

His mother sighed, realizing the depth of his conviction. "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself too, Satoru," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "Marriage is a partnership, and you can't neglect your own well-being in the process."

Satoru nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I promise, Mother," he said, a steely determination in his voice. "I'll take care of her, and I'll take care of myself. We'll make it work together. I know we will."

And as he left his mother's side, the weight of her words still echoing in his mind, Satoru couldn't help but feel a sense of determination settle in his heart. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe and happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness in the process. Because for him, there was no greater priority than ensuring your well-being, no matter the cost.

Because he knew that you would take care of him.

And you would make sure he would be safe too.

You were just that kind of person to Gojo Satoru.

As Satoru sat on the couch, watching you move about the room, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. What would the future look like for the two of you? The thought filled him with a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. There was so much more beyond the friendship that had been the bedrock of your relationship.

He imagined a future filled with shared dreams and challenges, laughter and tears, triumphs and setbacks. He saw you both growing together, learning from each other, and building a life that was rich and full. The thought of children crossed his mind—a family that was an extension of the love you shared.

Satoru smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through him. This was just the beginning, a new adventure that you were embarking on together. And whatever the future held, he knew that with you by his side, it would be extraordinary.

"Hey, you should start pouring your hot cocoa, Satoru," you told him, pointing the spatula towards the boiling pot. "It’ll get too soggy if you let it overboil!"

"Coming, coming," he mumbled, snapping back to reality as he stood up from the couch.

He moved to the stove, reaching for the pot of cocoa. As he poured the steaming liquid into his mug, he couldn’t help but smile at how natural this all felt. You, bustling around the kitchen, humming softly; him, doing his part to help with breakfast. It was a far cry from the life he once knew, filled with endless missions and solitary nights.

Satoru watched as you deftly flipped pancakes, your movements sure and practiced. "You know," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice, "I could get used to this. Waking up to you, having breakfast together. For the rest of my life. It’s... nice."

You glanced over at him, a twinkle in your eye. "Just nice?"

"Okay, more than nice," he admitted, leaning against the counter. "It’s... comforting. Makes me feel like I’ve finally found where I belong."

You paused, setting down the spatula and turning to face him fully. "You do belong here, Satoru. With me. With us."

He felt a lump in his throat, emotions welling up that he hadn’t expected. "I know. And it means more to me than I can say."

You smiled, stepping closer to him. "You don’t have to say it. I can see it. And I feel the same way."

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I’m glad we have this. Us. I know it hasn’t been easy, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything."

"Neither would I," you said softly, leaning into his touch. "We’re a team, Satoru. And we’ll get through everything together."

He nodded, pulling you into a gentle hug. "Yeah, we will. And I promise to keep doing my best to be the husband you deserve."

You hugged him back, your arms wrapping around him tightly. "You already are, Satoru. More than you know."

As you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Satoru felt a sense of peace he hadn’t known was possible. This was his life now—filled with love, warmth, and the simple joys of being with you. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew he could face them as long as you were by his side.

He pulled back slightly, looking into your lilac eyes. "You know," he began, his voice softer now, "I never thought I’d have this. A home, a family. I always figured I’d be alone, just me against the world."

You cupped his cheek with your hand, your thumb brushing against his skin. "You don’t have to be alone anymore, Satoru. We’re in this together."

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "I know. And it scares me sometimes, how much I need this. Need you."

You smiled gently. "Needing someone isn’t a weakness. It’s what makes us human. It’s what makes us stronger."

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. "You’re right. And I’m grateful every day that I have you. That we have this life together."

You kissed his forehead, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. "Me too. We’re building something beautiful, Satoru. One day at a time."

He nodded, a sense of determination settling in his chest. "One day at a time," he echoed. "And I promise, I’ll be here for every single one."

You smiled, feeling the depth of his commitment and love. "And I’ll be here too, Satoru. Always."

As you both turned back to the breakfast preparations, the sense of shared purpose between you felt stronger than ever. The rhythmic clatter of utensils against pots and pans, the fragrant aroma of coffee wafting through the air—each moment seemed infused with a quiet but palpable sense of contentment.

In the simplicity of your daily routine, Satoru found himself feeling his heart beat just a little bit faster. There was a sense of profound happiness that he couldn’t quite explain, a feeling that bubbled up from deep within his chest and spilled over into every fiber of his being. It was a feeling that defied rational explanation, transcending words and logic to manifest as a pure, unadulterated sense of joy.

It was never going to be easy to explain, Satoru realized, nor did he feel the need to try. Some things were simply beyond words, existing in a realm of emotion and intuition that defied rational analysis. But it was okay—it was more than okay, in fact. For Satoru, the unpredictable nature of life was a source of excitement rather than anxiety, a reminder that every twist and turn held the potential for new discoveries and adventures.

And through it all, you were there by his side, holding his hand through every challenge and triumph. As long as you were there, he knew that nothing would ever be truly insurmountable. With your unwavering support and boundless love, Satoru felt invincible, ready to face whatever the world threw his way.

As he watched you move gracefully about the kitchen, a sense of gratitude washed over him, filling his heart to the brim. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of home and the warmth of your presence, Satoru knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. And with you by his side, he was ready to embrace whatever the future held, secure in the knowledge that together, you could conquer anything that came your way.

Satoru took the pot of cocoa off the stove and poured it into two mugs, handing one to you. "To us. May we be happy together." he said, raising his mug.

"To us," you replied, clinking your mug against his. You smiled at the last bit. “May we be happy.”

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your home and the promise of your future together, you both knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey—one filled with love, laughter, and the simple, everyday joys of being with each other.

All that he is when he's around you.

That's all he wants to be in this life.

And you would say the same thing to him.

But he didn't have to hear you say it to him.

Your eyes tell him so much more than he needs.

epilogue

Gojo Satoru stood in his cluttered office at Jujutsu High, sighing softly. There was a baby carrier strapped to his chest with a gurgling Gojo Satoshi nestled inside. The little one wasn’t really feeling his dear beloved father’s stress. But Satoru couldn’t expect much of his little dawn. He liked laughing, being stressed free and his mama. As Satoru moved around the room, he couldn’t help but stand still. There was little place to move. 

His cerulean eyes scanned the room, which looked like a tornado had swept through. Papers, books, and miscellaneous items were scattered everywhere. This was his first year of teaching in Jujutsu High and immediately, everything was already a mess. He didn’t expect it to be this way this quickly. Satoru was good at keeping things clean most of the time. But these days, balancing fatherhood and balancing husbandry and jujutsu — he really didn’t have the time to clean. 

Satoru didn’t teach methodically, like Utahime. But he still needed a basis for what he was teaching. So he had scrolls upon scrolls he borrowed from Gojo manor and even Mikoto manor. Along with books that Yaga–sensei would be looking for by now. He wasn’t just teaching things from his gut–feeling. That would get more unnecessary yapping from the higher ups than he already was getting. Plus, you’d end up yelling at him for that. Kids were at stake after all.

He didn’t know why he decided to do this today, if he was being honest. It was really not the time. You weren’t in town right now, you went back to Kyoto for a few days at your mother’s request. Nobuhiko was going to have his first teaching class in Kyoto Jujutsu tech too. And there was the issue of a barrier somehow being down in Kyoto. You had to deal with that. Satoru didn’t want to see you off. But well, you really had no excuse now that you were off duty. 

"Megumi, Tsumiki, help me out here," he said, trying to sound authoritative but mostly just sounding tired. "Your mother is out of town, and I can't stay at home moping around."

“Gen–san’s not our mother.” Megumi rolled his eyes, picking up some of the books.

“Well she’s all you have, and I’m lonely without her. So stand your butt and help me clean this up.” Satoru touts, as he starts to roll up the scrolls. Satoshi giggled watching his father roll it up. Satoru grinned. “You like it, huh? Yeah, the sound is fun, isn’t it?”

Megumi sighs, crossing his arms to his chest. “We could be playing some video games right now. It’s a Sunday too.”

“Oh cheer up, Megumi! I’m buying us ice cream once we’re done, hm?”

Tsumiki, ever the peacemaker, smiled as she cleared up some paper into the box. "Cheer up, Megumi! This is fun.  You never know what we might find in Satoru–san’s office.”

“More trash?” He waves around a newspaper that was out of date and puts it in the box.

“Something interesting, like….like this!” Tsumiki pulls out a book on the types of cheesecake. 

“See, ‘miki has the right idea, ‘gumi~”

Megumi sighed, shaking his head. “This is hopeless.”

As they began sorting through the mess, Satoru slumped into his chair, cradling Satoshi gently. The baby giggled, tugging at Satoru's sunglasses with his tiny, curious fingers. Each time Satoru gently pried them away, Satoshi’s giggles only grew louder, echoing through the cluttered office.

"Hey, don't mess with the shades, kiddo. They're part of my charm," Satoru murmured, his usual bravado softened by the affectionate way he spoke to his son. He placed a playful kiss on Satoshi’s forehead, making the baby squeal in delight. “We don’t want to make mama panic about a new pair having to be bought, you know?”

Satoshi didn’t seem to understand, as he kept giggling. Satoru couldn’t help but grin at how mischievous his little dawn is. “My baby is such a mischievous little one, hm? I’ll have to get you your own pair, shouldn’t I? So you and papa can match the look and be cool together, hm? Ah, that would be so cute~”

Megumi sighed as he opened yet another drawer filled with random items. "What is all this junk?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of disbelief at the sheer volume of clutter.

Satoru waved a dismissive hand, barely glancing at the drawer’s contents. "Important stuff," he replied vaguely, focusing more on adjusting Satoshi in the carrier. "Probably."

“You can’t just say probably!” Megumi retorted back.

“Oh, it’s going to be fine~”

Tsumiki, more patient and methodical in her approach, carefully sifted through a stack of papers. Suddenly, she paused, her eyes catching on something unexpected. "Hey, what's this?" she asked, pulling out a stack of neatly folded letters tied with a red ribbon.

Tsumiki untied the ribbon and picked up one of the letters. She unraveled it and began reading aloud. 

"'My dearest darling, love of my life, the apple of my eye. This mission sucks. I really hate being here. I really wish I could just make the higher ups eat shit.  But the sooner I finish, the faster I’ll come home. You take care, hm? Eat well. Make sure Megumi still isn’t upset about the white wolf costume. We’ll get him the black one next year. Make sure Tsumiki doesn’t forget to pick up her new ballet shoes.  I miss you more with each passing day. Your absence makes the world feel gray and lifeless. I count the days until I can hold you again. Love your one and only husband that loves you in this entire world, Satoru.'"

Megumi's face twisted in discomfort. "Seriously? You wrote that? I thought there were phones by this point.”

“Writing love letters is nice, you know!” Tsumiki says, smiling as she looks tenderly at the letters. “It just shows that Satoru–san loves Gen–san! You’re such a romantic, Satoru-san!”

Satoru flushed, his face red as he was adjusting Satoshi in the carrier. "’miki’s right! And  those were private! And yes, I wrote that. So what? You've never seen a husband that loves his wife, huh?”

Tsumiki giggled, continuing to read. "'PS. Your smile is the light that guides me through the darkness. I can't wait to see it again and bask in its warmth. Forever yours, Satoru.'"

Megumi groaned. "I can't believe this. You're like a love-struck teenager.”

"Hey, I was pretty young then. And nothing wrong about it. It's called being romantic," Satoru defended himself, trying to sound dignified despite his red face. "’sides…..She liked it. And she wrote back, let me be clear! Her words are just as sappy.”

Megumi shook his head, clearly overwhelmed. "I don't need to hear this."

Tsumiki, still amused, looked at another letter. "There are so many of these. How did you have time to write all of them?"

Satoru shrugged as he also took some of the letters in hand. "I have my ways. Plus, when you're away on missions, you have a lot of time to think about what's important. I liked being home, I like being with my wife and you guys. So, that’s what’s in here.”

Megumi didn’t want to admit it. But he was very glad that Satoru wrote about them. He sighed and instead muttered under his breath. "I thought you were supposed to be the strongest sorcerer, not the sappiest."

Satoru gave a dramatic sigh. "One can be both, Megumi. One can be both. With a wife like mine? You’d be multi-tasking it all.”

As they continued to sort through the mess, little Satoshi started fussing. Satoru bounced him gently, cooing softly. "It's okay, little guy. Daddy's just getting roasted by your big brother."

“It’s well deserved slander.”

“Don’t listen to your big brother, Satoshi. Love is always winning!”

Tsumiki smiled warmly. "It's sweet, Satoru–san. Really. It's nice to see this side of you."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it." Satoru replied with a smirk, taking the letter and waving it around. "This is only for my wife and you guys. Keep it zipped. I have a reputation to maintain."

Megumi rolled his eyes again, but there was a small, reluctant smile on his face. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, sappy pants.”

“Hey, that’s not a good insult!”

As the day went on, they managed to make a dent in the clutter, uncovering more hidden gems of Satoru's sentimental side along the way. Despite the teasing and the awkwardness, there was a sense of tenderness that filled the room.

Satoru looked around at his students—his family—and felt a warmth in his chest that rivaled any love letter he had ever written. Even with the chaos, the mess, and the relentless teasing, this was his life. And he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Alright, team," he said, standing up with Satoshi still strapped to his chest. He was giggling as he held his father’s finger. "Let's wrap this up. Who's up for some ice cream?"

Tsumiki and Megumi exchanged glances, then nodded.

"Fine," Megumi said with a sigh. "But you're paying."

Satoru grinned. "Deal. And hey, thanks for helping out today. It means a lot."

As they left the office, Tsumiki couldn't resist one last tease. "You know, Satoru–san, you should write another letter. Something like, 'Today, I survived my kids reading my love letters. Love, the strongest—and sappiest—sorcerer.'"

Satoru laughed, ruffling her hair. "Maybe I will, Tsumiki. Maybe I will."

[sunflawyer]

a little sunflawyer lore drop because its been too long since i did one!!

just as a way for me to show abby's personality better ☀️ it's about Abby and her patients.

its quite long though !!! (⁠⊙⁠_⁠◎⁠) but its sweet :3

abby is a psychologist who works at a clinic !!! her patients range from kids to adults :D so far the one that i would love to mention is Clara, a 9 year old girl who suffers from abvuse trauma. for clara's case, abby helps her to heal while jimmy helps bring justice for her by capturing the perpetrator.

recently i thought of a new patient!! this one is an elderly man named Sam who recently lost his wife. he goes to abby to help him cope with his grief. he tells abby everything about his marriage — the memories, the dreams, the moments... and sam's stories make abby think of jimmy. the same romance that sparkles between the two of them...

now, sam's wife's passing got her thinking about herself too. abby has a low blood pressure, which causes her to pass out quite often, and it always worries jimmy. she's afraid if something happens to her one day, jimmy will struggle to cope with it. and it terrifies her and haunts her mind for days until one day she can't take it anymore.

so one day, after she comes home from another session with sam, abby sits beside jimmy and asks him to make her cry. jimmy was taken aback of course — he never wanted to see abby cry, let alone being the one who caused it. but abby trusts him and says crying is a good way to cope with sadness to relief all of your bottled-up emotions. at work, she has to be tough for her patients, but today, she needs to ve vulnerable.

so, jimmy did. — he tells her about the day they met, about how he was instantly captivated by her the moment his eyes met hers. he tells her about their wedding day, how he was so nervous that he was the loudest to cry during their vows. he tells her the day tommy was born, the day tommy said 'mama', and the day when he first entered daycare. he tells her their memories together.

and she cried. of course not from sadness, but from happiness. they've been through a lot together. there were times when she doubted herself, and there were times when she was the happiest woman in the world. and she went through them with jimmy by her side.

he then pulls her into his arms and whispers, "its okay to cry, abby. i know you want to be tough for others, but with me, youre not just Dr. Abigail McGill, you're Abby. You're my wife, my best friend, the reason why I wake up with a smile everyday."

and he kisses her forehead, lingering there.

"you're a human, abby. a human with feelings. I'm here for you, to share your burdens with. i love you, no matter how you are feeling today, tomorrow, and the next day.

you're my heart."

[riyva]

nutella on you. | j.jh

pairings. jung jaehyun x fem!reader (ft. johnny & yuta) genre. fluff, romance, angst (if u squint?) warnings. explicit content, minors don't interact, food play, oral (m), implied sex summary. you were pregnant with twins, and cravings are kicking in.

you purred when you woke up. you glanced at the clock; it was already 4 p.m. hmm.. ‘kay! time for snacks. you stood up and went to the body mirror. you admired how big your tummy was. you’re carrying twins. your husband, jaehyun, was in bliss when he found out you’re pregnant with twins. it's been a year since you were married, and you’ve been trying to conceive a child, and finally, you guys made it, making love three times a day, didn’t know you’ll be having two. and, in four months left, you’ll be carrying them in your arms.

you went straight to the kitchen to look for something. when you wake up, you already think of having nutella with a banana. on your disappointment, you didn’t see one in your pantry. you thought of your husband; he’ll be home in an hour from now. you immediately texted him to buy some.

you: hey, honey! would you mind if you could buy me some nutella and bananas? jaehyun: hello to my beautiful wife, mrs. jung! how’s your nap? jaehyun: yeah, sure. i will get it before going home to you. you: i slept for three hours you know. gladly, our babies didn’t do anything complicated to me. you: alright, take care! i love you. jaehyun: i love you more, mi amor.

on the other hand, jaehyun was smiling all through his eyes, showing his deep and cute dimples. he's always excited about going home to you. nothing could complete his every single day without you in his arms. for the five months of your pregnancy, you don't always send off your husband to work every morning due to morning sickness. it always makes you awful.

but jaehyun never forgets to bring you on dates, travels with you. to spend time with you even though he has lots of work on his hand, and he always makes you feel loved every day. he always brings you your favorite flowers, tulips & lavender, with or without any occasion. well, he is treating you like a queen, pampering you every day. you're his other half, the only person he's inlove and growing old with. you're his wife. you know, he is a perfect husband and will be an ideal father to your children. he always wanted a kid since he was a teenager, but now, he's having two.

since your cravings can wait, you eat wheat bread before going to the living room to watch movies while waiting for him to get home. for dinner, you heat the food that you cooked for lunch. as you sit on the couch, you caress your big tummy, and you felt your babies movements, “woah.” as you felt a twitch inside you. they must be having fun.

minutes to an hour have passed; you heard his car parked in the garage. "i'm home, mi amor!” he shouted from the door. "i'm here, jay!” the moment he heard your voice, he immediately went to you with a smile, showing his adorable dimple, and he put you in a warm hug. he kissed your forehead, nose, and lips.

"how's mommy, hmm?” you pulled away from the hug and you sat in between his legs on the couch. you took his hands to caress your belly. “can you feel them right now?” as your babies moved it left him in awe. few months left, he will carry his little angels. “i see. they were behaving.” he went to your tummy and whispered, “please be good angels, okay? don't make it too hard for mommy, okay?” they moved as their reply earned giggles from both of you, and he captured your lips. damn, i miss my wife so bad. he broke the kiss and stood up, "c'mon, momma. let's prepare your cravings.” and you followed him into the kitchen. “you miss me that much, huh?” he dramatically acted and giggled. “so bad!”

he did prepare your nutella and bananas, and viola, cravings satisfied! but you still want more… what if i try it on him? you shook your head with the thought. nope, he's busy.

the night has come, and you're prepared to sleep but you saw jaehyun in glasses was still working in his office. you knocked, “hey, come on. time to bed.” he took a glance from you. “you go first, mommy. i'm still finishing some reports.” you walked towards him, and sat on his lap. he welcomed your warm hug to give him the energy to finish the reports. “am i heavy?” you're curious as your fingers ran through his blonde hair. “nope.” he immediately said. "don't lie, silly! three were sitting on you, three.”

jaehyun shut his eyes as he felt his member getting hard. he can't help it because his beautiful wife was sitting on his lap. “hmm, wife? can you ahm..” jaehyun can't continue as you slightly moved and you felt something under his boxers. “are you?” you asked to confirm. “yes.” he breathlessly replied.

instead of removing yourself from his lap, “do you want to—” you took his fingers to your lips, “—put it here?” he gulped as he nodded to your question. you carefully stood up, phew, my body felt so heavy, and gave him a kiss. “alright, i'll just go get something.” you giggled as you were on your way to getting the nutella.

your eyes twinkled at the thought of eating nutella with his raw banana. you slightly tapped your tummy. “hey, babies. mommy and daddy might do something tonight.” you whispered. might need some space, lol.

you took a pillow from your bedroom before going into his office, and to your surprise, his boxers were gone. “wow, who's excited?” he just smiled sheepishly as you shyly raised his right hand, you dumped the pillow on the floor and kneeled between his legs; you saw his hard dick sprung free reaching the top of his belly button. jaehyun saw the nutella that he bought. “what are you going to do with that, momma?”

you didn't say anything but you took a spoonful of nutella and wrapped it around his cock. his eyes widened a little as he felt the coldness, and he muttered a curse. fuck. "gonna eat nutella with your raw banana, lovey. you up?” it was messy but jaehyun don't have any other choice but to give in. he doesn't want to take a cold shower either.

you've wanted to do this since he got home, and finally, he's sitting in front of you. "bon appétit!" it was messy, but for you, your sight was mouth-watering and you didn't waste any time devouring him. his head fell back as you licked the tip. you took him whole careso as fully not to scratch your teeth on his v, and thick length. no wonder we made twins, lol. his hand went to grip your short hair as he help you to move your head.

“fuck, mi amor. grow your hair, please.” you just hummed as you continued licking and sucking him off, leaving no nutella in waste. his hips thrust carefully not to gag you. his movements were slowly given that you're pregnant. as much as possible, he doesn't want to hurt you. after a few pumps, you pulled out leaving a popping sound.

“dad, sorry. i can't make you cum like this. my jaw and knees hurt.” his brows furrowed.

"you're gonna leave it like that?” you giggled as you stood up, removed your underwear, and bent over his desk. “you and your hormones are insane.” i know, jay. i know. lol!

“well, at least i left no nutella on your cock. now, fuck me please.”

after 4 months, you’re already giving birth to your twins. jaehyun walked back and forth outside the delivery room to calm his nerves as a soon-to-be dad. “dude, seriously, can you sit down?” johnny said. “i can’t, shit. i think i’m going insane.” he tried to sit down but he can’t. “it’s okay, bro. they will be fine.” then, there's yuta who tapped his shoulder to comfort him. fuck, self. calm down. your wife and babies will be fine.

a nurse came out and called him, “hello! mr. jeong! you can now go inside.” he took a glance to johnny before going in. “gotta, go!”

the moment he entered the delivery room, he went directly to you. he kissed your forehead and he told you, “you did well, momma. thank you & i love you so much.” you smiled weakly as you answered him back. “i love you, too, and our babies.” jaehyun never fails to put you first, it's always you.

you gave birth to a girl and a boy. you and jaehyun named them as yoonah & yoonoh. you both can't explain the happiness that you finally carried them in your arms. jaehyun held you as your babies were sleeping sweetly in your chest. what a loving sight to him, and he's more than thankful.

“i will love you forever & ever until the day i die, and i will be a good husband, and a father to yoonah & yoonoh.”

i love you, always remember that.

© riyva

[bravestworriers]

writer interview game <3

thank u to @pricemarshfield who tagged me in this :) i'm so glad we're friends and u let me bombard you with random writing snippets as i go along!

i will be tagging the og writing wife @atxvanhalen (circa 2012), ao3 famous bffl @riverdanceeee, fantasy-pilled love of my life @multilevelmargoting, the coolest film reviewer in the biz @kaafka, and my begrudgingly kind editor @takeavacation2010 . & anyone else who'd like to write a little something about themselves!

read below if you dare!!!

When did you start writing?

probably as long ago as i could figure out how to & started winning little competitions for it! i love telling stories, usually through a visual medium (storyboarding, screenwriting etc), but it's all writing at the end of the day, no matter how put it down on a page.

i recently located my half finished writing from elementary school (so i must have started from the age of at least 8), all in the email drafts of my oldest email account, and it's always a treat to see how i used to think about romance, about drama and all that good stuff! (i was wrong and sad, but adorably so!)

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

i love big sci-fi adventures, heists, life or death sort of stuff, just as long as it's grounded in something tangible and human. i also just love media where you can tell that the artists are having a lot of fun with the medium and they way they're piecing everything together. like i adore the films kneecap (dir. rich peppiatt) and american animals (dir. bart layton) and dick johnson is dead (dir. kirsten johnson), even though i could never see myself writing a true story/biopic feature like that -- they're just exploring what a feature film compiling those ideas looks like today, fighting against the rules of what people think it should be, and just going for it. other than that, i watch a lot of BAD movies and BAD tv because it's fascinating to pull it apart and figure out where things went wrong -- like looking under the hood of a fucked up car.

mostly, i think i read and watch a lot of the types of things i like to write, lots of introspective dramedies and coming of age stories. but usually no tragedy, it makes me too sad.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

in school i got compared a LOT to tim burton (i made a lot of fantasy focused films that existed in the real world), which honestly feels like a little bit of an insult now. if i was compared to henry sellick, now that would be a compliment.

i'd love to emulate documentarian and cinematographer kirsten johnson! (it's not going to happen. but i love her.)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

i really can write anywhere, as long as it's in complete isolation listening to the same piece of music over and over until whatever i'm doing is complete (that's the autism for ya!). usually when i'm working, i'm lying down in bed in the evening, or weirdly standing with my computer on a counter in the kitchen early in the morning as i'm getting ready for my day. i'm a slow writer and can't get anything done without a deadline (work related) or a special interest (fic related), and usually things sputter aimlessly until someone explicitly asks for it (this is why my ao3 never has anything finished. sorry guys! #shamelssplug!)

(right now the piece of music i'm listening to is norman's walk by jon brion. and yes, if you're curious, my repetition of single pieces of music always messes up my spotify wrapped.)

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

the only theme i can think of is one of meeting someone that you're meant to meet, exactly at the point in your life that you are meant to meet them. life is chance upon chance upon chance, i've found, and i love capturing that life-changing feeling as it balances temporarily on a pinpoint. i especially love when it ends in tragedy too.

agnes varda's cleo from five to seven is a favourite of this trope. a bit of severance by ming le also has this concept wrapped up in it. and billy wilder's the apartment.

i don't think it surprises me though, i think it's always something i'm looking for in life. to eventually look back and see the path i made, and to know even if i didn't at the time, that it was the right one because of the people i had the pleasure of meeting, even briefly.

i also love 90s wedding movies and the strict structure they're written with, it's fun to replicate and poke fun of in my own work.

What is your reason for writing?

i started writing because i would get really overwhelmed with my feelings over whatever was going on in my life, and need to parse through them somehow. they say it's always best to start with a nugget of something, and build off of it. it's how i've coped with everything from romantic kerfuffles, to immigration, and racism, to parents splitting up, death, and everything else life has to offer. explicitly in my writing, or not.

maybe i've just been exceptionally lucky, but every time i've shared something that felt so isolating and devastating i did not know how to deal with it, i've always met someone after the fact who looked me in the eyes and told me they felt exactly the same thing.

it makes me love being a person on this planet.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

i don't know! if you like it, please let me know! if you don't, please don't tell me i'll think about it for the next twelve years of my life and also cry.

no, but in all seriousness, i just want to make people feel like some part of them is understood, whatever that looks like. yell into the void with me, or yell back at me from the void, whatever works best for you.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

pacing and emotional beats. i can always feel when a scene is done, or when i want it to be done. i love writing the emotional stuff, i don't really care about the stuff that it takes to get there, other than it makes those beats happen.

writing my dialogue is like pulling teeth. writing my inner monologue gets convoluted. writing, i'm a slower than the oldest, most decrepit turtle. writing my descriptions can get too long in screenplay format. literally nothing but pacing out a story and hitting those emotional beats.

How do you feel about your own writing?

it makes me sick to my stomach. after i've obsessed over something for months and it's done, i can't look at it. i'm always terrified that it's so much worse than i want it to be, or that i'm envisioning it is. (i've had this exact experience at a festival with one of my films before and it haunts me forever.) i need other people to tell me it's written okay before i start to feel normal about it. i want to get over this sensation eventually, but it doesn't seem like it's happening anytime soon.

that being said, i don't think i could make myself stop writing and telling stories if i wanted to. my cross to bear, i suppose.

that's all. thanks for this, sarah, and if anyone read this, i hope you enjoyed it :^)

[lajulie24]

It Had to Be You

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2023 - Day 1: Anniversary / Memory

Inspired by When Harry Met Sally… (companion playlist here)

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The first thing that General Han Solo and former Chief of State Princess Leia Organa did after entering the room for the interview was request that the documentary team dispense with their formal titles. Well, that, and give the crew a taste of the playful banter that apparently is a hallmark of their marriage.

“Just Leia, please,” the Princess said, shaking Selsama’s hand warmly. “No need for formalities for us.”

“Speak for yourself, Sweetheart,” Solo countered, giving his wife a sly grin and then turning to Selsama. “You can call me General Prince Consort Grand Real Important His Worshipfulness Han Solo,” he said, as Leia rolled her eyes.

“You think you’re funny, but you’re not,” she admonished him as they sat down, though she was doing a poor job of concealing her smile.

“I’m hilarious, and you love it,” her husband insisted.

Before they began, Selsama went over the basic of the project again – “Love and War,” a retrospective on the Galactic Civil War from the perspective of love and romance, produced in commemoration of the 40th anniversary of the Alliance’s decisive victory at the Battle of Endor. This would be one of several interviews with committed mates who had been involved with the Rebellion.

Selsama smiled as the couple settled in close to one another on the small loveseat. Though their gray hair and wrinkled features definitely showed the four decades since the war, their expressions and manner towards one another immediately brought to her mind the candid holos of them from the war archives. Which, impossibly, seemed to have mostly been taken before they were officially together.

“So, let’s get started with something basic. Tell us about how you met,” Selsama said.

Now Leia was the one who had a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. “The first time we met, we hated each other,” she began.

“You didn’t hate me, you ordered me into a trash compactor!” Han protested.

“You broke into an Imperial detention area with no plan to get out! And then you nearly got us killed.”

“Well, we both did that. We almost got smashed in that trash compactor, remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” Leia replied. “You helped me stay on top of the garbage.”

Han and Leia paused and smiled at each other, as if there were more to that memory than what they were saying. Well, it was Selsama’s job to capture that, so she was going to do her damnedest to do so.

“What were your impressions of each other, during that first meeting?”

“Bossy,” Han blurted out, and Leia scowled at him. “I know, I know, I didn’t like being told what to do, and you decided you were the boss of me five seconds in.” He grinned at his wife. “I did tell Luke you had a lot of spirit. Always liked that.”

Leia smiled back. “I thought he had a lot of courage,” she told Selsama. “We were in a tough situation, and he didn’t back down. We were going to escape or die trying.”

More shared looks between them, a conversation all of its own.

“Tell us a little bit about how you got together. When did that happen?” Selsama asked.

Han and Leia looked at each other for a beat, and then Han turned toward the camera again and shrugged. “‘S hard to pick an exact moment. We met, we escaped the Death Star, I left…”

“And then you came back,” Leia added. “And helped destroy it.” She had a rather smug look on her face for some reason.

“You knew I would.”

“I had a good feeling,” Leia continued, “that you were more than you seemed. And you stayed.”

“Right,” Han continued. “And then we became friends. We were friends for a long time.”

“And then we weren’t.”

“And then we fell in love.”

[sajirah]

Reaching out to express my appreciation for you as we approach the new year - your writing has brought me so much joy in 2024 and I really feel so lucky I discovered your writing after finishing ACOTAR. <3 I'm so obsessed with your Feysand stories, especially Rhys omg. The way he's ALWAYS an utter simp for Feyre is like ruining men for me - whether he's posessive dark Rhys or charismatic husband material. Would you be willing to rec some of your favorite romances? (They can be super dark, Come Away O Human Child is like my fave of yours - though Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By, We Just Have To Face It and Take Care of Business for Me are SO GOOD too!!! Even unfinished!!!) I think you mentioned a pirate fic in one of your comments a while back?. Not that I'm complaining about spending my days rereading your fics and refreshing ao3 to see if you've posted a new chapter - time very well spent, not regrets! BUT I feel like we have the same taste in reading material so would love to find out!

ANON!!! 😭🥺❤️🥰🥹❤️💛💚💙💜

You just made my day! My week!! I am so flattered and happy that you enjoy my fics so much! Especially since I've really only been writing for the first time in years just this past year.

Oh man, I have so many recs but let me see if I can narrow them down a bit. Sorry, this might run a little long.

Lyonesse trilogy by Sierra Simone

A modern re-telling of the myth of Tristan and Isolde. But with kinky sex, threesomes, and spy shit.

Looking for some of the hottest books you'll ever read? Do you love angst? Pining? Kinky sex? Mess? Hate love triangles but love a ménage à trois (aka everyone fucks)? What about hot but morally complex doms? Golden retriever simps? Complicated female characters? Well boy do I have the book series for you!

The first and second books (Salt Kiss and Honey Cut) were my favorite books of 2023 and 2024 respectively. By a lot. Book three comes out in a couple months and I AM RABID FOR IT.

2. The Four Horsemen quartet by Laura Thalassa

The world is ending and the Four Horsemen have come to bring an end to humanity...unless they're given a reason not to.

These books surprised me. I went in thinking they'd be trashy apocalyptic romances. And they are. But they're the kind of trashy, tropey romances that hit all the right spots. Enemies-to-lovers? We got that. Mortal/immortal romance? We got that too. Angst? We definitely have that. A man who will literally kill anyone who hurts his one true love? We absolutely have that. These books made me cry. Like three times. But it hurt so good.

3. Sea of Ruin by Pam Godwin

A female pirate finds herself drawn between her dashing ex-husband and the cold and calculating English Naval Captain who seeks to capture her. Who will win? (The answer is both. This is another ménage à trois book) aka the Pirate Book you asked about.

I do have to warn you that this book has some triggers (namely rape and non-con). For me, this was a delightful fun historical romp but for others it could be upsetting. So fair warning.

4. Love Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood

While applying to a new position, a scientist finds herself at odds with the brother of the man she is fake dating.

My girl Ali! I've been a Reylo for quite a few years now and remember when Ali was still writing Reylo fanfic. It was a joy to see her blow up as a best-selling author but even more exciting to finally see some new material from her that wasn't based on one of her fics! This is one of those books. Easily my favorite of all her published works.

5. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

The story of a marriage between a man forced to travel through time and the woman who loves him.

Since you mentioned you're enjoying Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By, how about the book that inspired it?

I read this book when I was a teenager, shortly after it first came out, and it was a revelation for me. I don't think I had ever really read a proper literary romance before that point. It was fascinating. Not just the plot device (the time travel), but the way the relationship between these two characters was woven and the very real, very gritty ups and downs of their marriage. Not to mention the prose itself is beautiful. Highly recommend.

6. Land of the Beautiful Dead by R. Lee Smith

A woman seeks out the god of the dead to plead with him to end the apocalypse...at any cost.

And last, but certainly not least, my favorite romance of all time? It's this book. The big daddy of all romances for me, made specifically with my tastes in mind. And I really do mean that. It's problematic. It's weird (the love interest is a corpse...and not a sexy one). It's full of triggers (a lot of them). It's angsty. It will rip your heart out of your chest and then stomp on it for good measure...and it is also the best love story I've ever read.

15/10. Perfect book. I was left sobbing into my pillow at 2 am when I finished it. I still think about that last scene almost daily.

I hope these are what you're looking for! Feel free to hit me up again if you need more! 💜

[katurdayss]

Got my popcorn, Ep 4 Rings of Power live-blogging is a go. Same deal, check under the cut to avoid spoilers.

Okay. Episode 4 done.

So, it was okay? Look by profession, I’m critical of creative choices made ( graphic designer here) so I understand I might be a little picky but this show still feels very inconsistent in writing and style. The elves? Full on miss for me. Same with Numenor and the Southlanders and the Harfoots. Absolutely LOVED the ents here. Love me the dwarves too.

In all honesty it’s taken a concerted effort for me to divorce ROP from any Tolkien preconceived ideas and that’s because LOTR means something special to me. For fucks sake, I spent a LOT of time making my handwriting look like elvish and when a classmate in high school said that it did out of the blue, I fucking preened okay.

Which I tell you so that when I say I’m enjoying this season more than last, you know that it means something. So when I also say I feel like the writers sometimes make me feel like they think I’m stupid, you know that means something too.

IDK, I think I’m gonna have to do a longer reflection post at the end of this season. It feels like the spoke wheels just keep missing falling into place on this show. Like it’s so close.

I swear to god if there is another recap I’m gonna stab someone.

LOOKS LIKE I’M STABBING SOMEONE. Seriously tho, why.

Oo there is a cold front I see. Gonna need a jacket there Galadriel.

THANK FUCK there is a traveling montage. It no longer feels like they’re travel by portkey. Liked that little map transition to the bridge.

Yes just go around screaming names at the top of your lungs after someone tried to capture you. Brilliant.

What in the Wingardium Leviosa shit is this? Magical wind that blows paper? Sure. Magical wind that gently floats a paper along? No.

Wouldn’t the tree swallowing him crush bone? Just saying.

Great side eye Nori

Where the hell did the cart go? It just apparate into the hobbit village?

Really hoping all this allusion to the stranger being Gandalf is just a red herring so the big blue wizard reveal feels shocking. Otherwise it’s a shit reveal if he is Gandalf.

TOM BOMBADILL

Man his house looks comfy

Baby lamb!

BLUE WIZARD BLUE WIZARD BLUE WIZARD gotta be a blue wizard! Two of them went East. Gandalf never did.

Also it’d be a nice parallel to Saruman and Gandalf instead of the lazy way of making the stranger Gandalf.

Oh well he dead. Where are the Winchester brothers when you need them?

Well this is suitably creepy af

How does Arondir not see that no one is there when Legolas could see that they were talking the Hobbits to Isengard? I mean yeah it’s night but it’s also like only 10ft away instead like leagues.

Ugh romance.

So….she just got water but no water came out of the jug when she through it at Arondir.

GOD DAMN IT WOMAN, INFECTION IS A REAL PROBLEM WITH BURNS. At least cover it with a clean cloth!

Dude princess bride vibes but with mud instead of sand.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??! WHAT IS IT? Hell no!

Oh gross, so gross.

Oh shit bitch slap.

Leprosy. I’m telling you. It’s fucking Tolkien leprosy.

Yuck romance

Oooo elf and ent interaction. Fucking love ents. Yeah that’s a ent wife in pain. God the ents are so good!

What in the name of Castiel. Come on. She’s an elf with a ring not a Valar or god.

[hayleylovesjessica]

Hello, Beatrice! I forget, have you been able to Memory yet? I went this afternoon. Jessica was incredible, maybe one of my favorite performances of hers in a while. As were Peter Sarsgaard and Brooke Timber, the young actress who plays her daughter. The story was so messy and uncomfortable, but it's giving me a lot to chew on.

Jaycee! Yes, we saw it this afternoon and then got dinner. We got home about an hour ago. My partner isn't a huge Chastain fan the way I am, but even she said it was better than she had anticipated. For me, it's a solid 8/10. It's definitely a thought-provoking film. I had never seen a Michel Franco film before. I really liked the way that it was directed: the still, planted camera in so many shots, with so many scenes captured from a mid-length distance. It's a style with an objectivity that allows the actors to have the space in order to let their performances breathe. Given just how thorny and heavy the thematic material was, the film and its two leads needed that space. Speaking of which, it's so nice to see Jessica and Peter take on these roles. They were so good! It's some of the most lovely naturalistic acting I've seen from either of them. The first kiss between them? Swoon! I hope they work together again on something else. And, yes, Brooke Timber was so good! To go up against two heavyweight actors like that and hold her own? She's definitely one to watch.

@lesbiancosimaniehaus said she thought that this is a Jessica Chastain film that she'll watch only the once, but IDK, I could definitely see myself watching it again. Yes, TWs all over the place, but I just got caught up in the sad but sweet and, dare I say, redemptive romance of the film.

Also, the movie has me really, really interested in seeing Jessica's next collaboration with Michel Franco, Dreams, which they shot over the summer in Mexico City and San Francisco. She's hinted that her character in that film is sorta the opposite of Sylvia in Memory, and while I really liked Sylvia, I also do like seeing my wife in bad bitch mode! 😈

[underthebrightmooninterests]

5 great Kdrama’s you probably haven’t seen

#1. At A Distance Spring Is Green

At A distance Spring Is Green: 2021, 12 episodes

coming of age, college romance

main lead: Park Ji Hoon & Kang Min Ah & Bae In Hyuk

summary: A coming of age story about young people in their twenties and the problems they face in university. Nam Soo Hyun and Yeo Joon, two boys with contrasting personalities, unexpectedly become friends when working on a project together.

Depicts the realistic worries and conflicts of university students in their 20's, centered around 1st-year student Yeo Joon. Even though Yeo Joon has an attractive appearance and comes from a wealthy background, he carries pain inside. His character is a puppy-dog freshman who takes a liking to a sunbae and follows him around, leading to an unlikely friendship between two very different boys.

opinion: (Can you tell I went through a Park Ji Hoon phase? lol) This drama really doesn’t have a revolutionary storyline which is why I think so many people didn’t watch it. But, I can name multiple reasons for why you should watch it, even if it’s only once. The warm romance between Park Ji Hoon and Kang Min Ah, the brotherly love between Bae In Hyuk and Park Ji Hoon and the dynamics of the trio together were all big reasons for why I enjoyed this drama as much as I did. Furthermore it has a meaningful plotline that you can analyze to your hearts content and watching the characters heal their traumas through their friendships with each other was very heartwarming. I haven’t read the webtoon it was based on but as far as the drama goes, I definitly enjoyed it and would recommend you give it a shot.

#2. 18 Again

18 Again: 2020, 16 episodes

romance, fantasy

main lead: Lee Do Hyun & Yoon Sang Hyun & Kim Ha Neul

After nearly twenty years of marriage, Jung Da Jung and Hong Dae Young seem to be well settled in their domestic lives. The proud parents of a pair of eighteen year old twins, the devoted couple have worked hard to build a happy home together. But what seems like an ideal life on the outside is really anything but. Fed up with Dae Young’s incessant nonsense, Da Jung is at her wits’ end. When Dae Young announces that he’s been fired, Da Jung gives up completely. Convinced life would be better without her husband in it, Da Jung wastes no time in filing for divorce. 

Shaken by his wife’s decision to leave him and utterly disappointed in where life has taken him, Dae Young takes a hard look at his life. It doesn’t take him long to see all the places where things went wrong, and soon he finds himself regretting absolutely everything about his life. The moment the thoughts of regret enter his head, his body is instantly transformed into that of an eighteen year old, while his thirty-seven year old mind remains intact. Suddenly given the chance to re-do his entire life, Dae Young changes his name to Ko Woo Young and enrolls himself in his children's’ school. Seeing life from an entirely different perspective, Dae Young soon finds that despite keeping his middle-aged brain, he still has a lot to learn.

opinion: This drama really had no right to be as good as it is. I watched this purely because a drama based on the 2009 Zac Efron movie ‘17 again’ just sounded so stupid that I just had to check it out. Someone please tell me why this was one of my favourite drama’s from 2020? The acting was great, the plotline kept you hooked and the drama managed to capture the story of life choices and regret better than the 2009 movie did. Also, it doesn’t have a weird incest plot line like the movie did which is a plus ig. Highly enjoyable story that makes you love and root for all the characters involved, there’s not really any huge negative points to note in my opinion.

#3. Hit The Top/ The Best Hit

The Best Hit: 2017, 32 episodes

Comedy, romance

main lead: Yoon Si Yoon & Lee Se Young & Kim Min Jae & Cha Tae Hyun

Lee Ji Hoon and Choi Woo Seung are two childhood friends who also happen to be preparatory students for the civil service exam, although Ji Hoon has a secret dream to be a singer and songwriter. One day they meet Yoo Hyun Jae, a popular but problematic member of a popular '90s idol group who accidentally traveled through time to the year 2017 from the year 1993. Thus begins the story of passion, love, and friendship among 20s youth in the entertainment industry.

opinion: I feel like I have to preface this recommendation by saying that it has been YEARS since I’ve seen this and I’m purely going by my memory of really loving this when I first watched it. I also don’t remember it being 32 episodes but the episodes are only half an hour so it’s basically just 16, one hour episodes. This drama was enjoyable, very entertaining and had a unique concept but there is a part of me that feels like they didn’t quite know what they wanted it to be. At some points it felt like a sitcom and in other points I felt like they spent so much time on the mc that it was just straight up romance. That being said, I don’t think any of those elements really take away from this being an enjoyable viewing experience none the less.

#4. A korean Odyssey

A Korean Odyssey: 2017, 20 episodes

Comedy, fantasy, romance

main lead: Lee Seung Gi, Oh Yeon so, Cha Seong Won

In 2017, Son Oh Gong and Ma Wang are in conflict with each other as they look for a true light in a dark world where evil thrives. Having made a contract with Seon Mi 25 years ago, entitling her to seek help from Son Oh Gong whenever she calls him in exchange for letting him free, the two meet again in a fateful encounter. From there, Son Oh Gong is bound to his protective role towards Seon Mi, the little girl he had met years ago.

opinion: When I tell you I was OBSSESSED with this drama while watching it, I really mean it. The acting is good, the comedy hits and the dynamics between the characters are very entertaining and probably one of its strongest selling points. Every scene between Lee Seung Gi’s character and Cha Seong won’s were GOLD. That being said, if I’d have to note one down side to this drama it would probably be the fact that the later half starts dragging a little and the drama could’ve probably been told in 16 episodes. I’m also still not sure how I feel about the ending. All of that being said, this is drama was good overall and fueled my Lee Seung Gi obssesion to what it is today.

5. Tomorrow

Tomorrow: 2022, 16 episodes

Action, fantasy

main lead: Kim Hee Soon, Rowoon, Lee Soo Hyuk

Choi Joon Woong seeks a job, but it's hard for him to get hired. One night, he witnesses a man trying to end his life and decides to stop him. He gets acquainted with grim reapers Koo Ryeon and Im Ryoong Gu, who belong to a crisis management team. Their purpose is to prevent people from committing suicide. After Joon Woong ends up in a coma and becomes half-human and half-spirit, he is employed by a company of grim reapers as the newest member of the crisis management team.

opinion: South Korea ranks fourth in the world when it comes to suicide rate. This drama explores that heavy topic with fantasy elements and surprisingly funny comedic moments. The topics in this drama are HEAVY but the drama does a good job at not becoming gloomy or depressing to watch. ‘Tomorrow’ does a great job at both tastefully discussing serious matters and undercutting the heavy stuff with sweet moments and comedy. minimal romance but maximum trauma.

[my-helping-hand]

I don’t want to be the other woman anymore…

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Los Angeles, a chance encounter changed your life forever. You had recently ended a long-term relationship with Chris Evans, the beloved actor who had captured the hearts of millions. Despite the breakup, you couldn't deny the lingering feelings that remained deep within your heart.

One fateful evening, you found yourself at a charity event where fate intervened. As you made your way through the crowd, you locked eyes with Chris, and the electricity between you was palpable. The connection was undeniable, and it seemed that destiny had brought you back together.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as your forbidden romance began to flourish. Chris couldn't resist being drawn back into your arms, despite being married to someone else. The guilt lingered in the back of both your minds, but the allure of the past was too strong to resist.

Secret rendezvous became the norm. You would meet in hidden corners of the city, in luxurious hotel suites, where stolen moments of passion and desire were shared. The love between you was intense and intoxicating, igniting a flame that refused to be extinguished.

As time went on, the guilt began to weigh heavily on your soul. You knew that what you were doing was wrong, that you were betraying not only Chris' wife but also your own moral compass. But the heart wants what it wants, and the pull between you and Chris was undeniable.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the arms of the man you had once loved. The passion between you grew stronger, and the boundaries that once existed dissolved into thin air. The lines between right and wrong blurred, and you both found solace in the forbidden love you shared.

However, deep down, you knew that this affair couldn't last forever. The guilt began to eat away at your conscience, and you realized that you had to make a choice. Would you continue down this path of deceit and betrayal, or would you find the strength to walk away, no matter how much it hurt?

In the end, you made the difficult decision to end the affair. You couldn't continue living a life filled with lies and secrets. Chris, torn between his love for you and the commitment he made to his wife, reluctantly agreed. The chapter of your illicit romance closed, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams.

Though the pain of letting go was immense, you knew it was the right decision. Life moved on, and both you and Chris found solace in the arms of others. The memories of your forbidden love affair lingered, serving as a reminder of the complexities of the heart and the consequences of succumbing to desire.

And so, as time passed, the story of Chris Evans and y/n became nothing more than a bittersweet memory, a chapter in both your lives that taught you the power of love, the pain of betrayal, and the importance of making choices that align with your values.

I literally can’t stop typing 💬

I know it’s only a few like/ followers but it means a lot to me

[h0m0phobia-is-gay]

Okay, so following my last post concerning Sawtober Day 7 (which is "Voyeur") I wanted to do just a small rant about the lyrics that I put that are from My Chemical Romance's (2001) The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You. Even though I've been leaning more into metal, I still love the lyrics and for the prompts, I like to assign a single lyric and this one i felt fit really well. Generally, I think this song fits Adam especially in some particular lines but we won't be talking about that today because my main focus is his love of photography.

Don't know if everyone knows, but a lot of work goes into editing photos and it isn't always as simple as people say. Capturing the photo itself and making it appealing is just as difficult! Adam's job isn't so intense and mostly relies on him going to the right places and being sneaky enough to stay unnoticed but I like to think that he's taken more professional or even hobbyist roles for photographs. Hell, I like to believe he went to art school for visuals but then dropped out from lack of funds and uninerest. But just because school wasn't right for him didn't mean photography wasn't.

In Adam's photos, he likes to take what's in front of him and make it something more. A camera doesn't lie because it shows you what's right before you, as he states himself in the first Saw film. So, taking that knowledge; the line "It gives the blind sight", in a way he's revealing something to his viewer.

In one piece of the original script, it's discussed that Detective Tapp finds Adam via a friend who wanted to know if his wife was cheating on him (forgot if they ever find out). So let's use that to apply this. Through his photographic evidence of whether his wife is or isn't cheating, he is giving her husband sight. Maybe the husband was in denial of their failing relationship or he just wanted to see it himself. Regardless, his blindness was cured when he saw the photos. He could see his wife and see their relationship for what it was; either thriving or failing.

Adam's a naturally blunt man, inclined to give you what you need and photos are the perfect muse. They're direct and up front, so whether you want more from it is all for your interpretation. For Adam, it's a simple way to give sight.

I have so much more I could rant about with photography and how passionate Adam is about it, but that'd take a long time, so I'll conclude here. No one's gonna read this anyway, but if you did, great job you got to the end 👍

I'm totally overanalyzing this but thanks for coming to my TedTalk, have a great day and stay stunning whoever you are !! <3

[delusions-of-shakespeare]

If you insist.

So this song, Elves Do It In the Trees, I knew about as a youth due to my parents' involvement in the Society for Creative Anachronism (henceforth referred to as the SCA for brevity), but I didn't actually memorize the words until I was in my late teens. The lyrics had been printed off from the (mid- to late 90s) internet along with an assortment of other filks and original SCA songs - many of them specific to the Kingdom of Calontir, which is the region my parents had been involved with - such as See Your Six, I Am a Wand'ring Istar, That Real Old Time Religion, Glory Glory Trash the Party, and many others.

I was originally just going to look up this repository and link it for you, but I discovered that while many of the songs I remember are still available - some of them on the Kingdom of Calontir's unofficial songbook website - Elves Do It In the Trees seems to be slightly more difficult to find, these days.

There is, hidden away on the calonsong site (without an obvious link anywhere else on the site that directs you to it), a pdf of a scanned printout labeled as "An Elixir of Etudes for Elenithil." The scan is patchy in places, and fails to capture some of the things that were handwritten onto the pages before being scanned, but on page 15 there is a rendition of Elves Do It In the Trees.

So, job finished, yes?

Except, this is still not the version I learned. Many of the verses are similar enough, but it includes two additional verses I do not recall seeing in my family's folder of filks - marked as verses 2 and 6 in the pdf. Further, this scanned document includes (partial, due to scan quality) sheet music, which was not present in my print-outs; I had learned the tune from my parents. But while my sight-reading skills may be a bit rusty, I can confidently state the two tunes (the one I learned, and the one in this Elenithil book) do not match.

If you give me some time, I might be able to upload a recording of the version I know.

What follows here, then, are the lyrics that I learned, and have performed at a number of RenFaires across the US: A noble knight went riding out, A maiden elf a-spied he. They clambered up an ancient tree And came down most untidy...

Those broken branches on the ground You'd blame on wind or some disease, But take another look around For elves do it in the trees! (Refrain/Chorus) Elves do it in the trees, Elves do it in the breeze. Elves do it where they please. Elves do it in the trees! A maid was walking in the field And saw an elf a-dancing, And such great powers he did wield That they commenced romancing. He laid her down by the great oak tree And so lured her with his wiles, So great was that maid's ecstasy She could be heard for miles!

(Chorus Repeats)

A faithful husband caught a glimpse In yonder tree above the well Of a group of naked elven nymphs, And he did fall within their spell. They bore him off into the boughs, And so entertained him in the trees That wife of his still wonders how He got so chafed between the knees!

(Chorus Repeats)

A woodman's wife was snaring game Deep within a stand of spruce. By the dozen elf-lads came, And so she found herself seduced.

She came home late from that task And found her husband by the hut. "Seen ya any squirrels," he asked. "No," she said, "but lots of nuts!"

(Chorus Repeats, End)

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I have not yet found an existing version of the corollary to this piece, "Orcs Do It In the Dirt," the only lyrics I know of being the refrain:

Orcs do it in the dirt. Orcs do it where it hurts. Orcs really are perverts. Orcs do it in the dirt.

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I really did not expect my bardic lore to be called upon for this particular song.

@spydre - Do you have anything to add?

"Elves aren't particularly...impressed with humanity as a whole. But they VERY much like our knights...no, you don't understand- okay, let me put it this way. You ever read an erotica written by an elf? There is ALWAYS a human knight getting f***** in it."

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Police Case on Ajaz Khan and Rajveer Sisodia? Reason Why Rajveer Didn’t Meet Ajaz, 2 YouTubers Lafda

The Current Argument: Ajaz Khan vs. Rajveer SisodiaThe First BattleA String of Unfulfilled MeetingsPublic Views and ResponsesRajveer's ExplanationThe Trending Topic: Nitin ChandilaThe Poorva Jha ApologyTwitter Conflicts and Court CasesMistaken Stunts: Farhad Azam ShaikhPartings and Fresh StartsThe Dilemma Around SelfiesIn summary

The Current Argument: Ajaz Khan vs. Rajveer Sisodia

Drama frequently develops on Indian social media platforms with the ferocity of a big-budget film. The ongoing romance between Ajaz Khan and Rajveer Sisodia has captured the attention of viewers recently and generated unavoidable buzz. Let's examine the specifics of this intense dispute and find out why it's generating so much buzz.

The First Battle

The conflict between Ajaz Khan and Rajveer Sisodia is not a new development. Ajaz Khan has been threatening people on YouTube for a while now, and Rajveer Sisodia has said he will face him in Mumbai. The excitement intensified till Rajveer—who was lodging at the Hilton Mumbai International Airport hotel—arrived in Mumbai. After that, he released a video in which he challenged Ajaz Khan to meet him.

A String of Unfulfilled Meetings

When Ajaz Khan replied on Instagram and said he was at one place and would shortly be moving to another, the situation intensified. Eager to see him, Rajveer Sisodia hurried to the designated spot and bided his time. In spite of his assertions, Ajaz Khan was not appearing, as he explained in a reel he shared. Both sides continued to accuse one another of dodging the confrontation during this back and forth.

Public Views and Responses

As the situation developed, public opinion started to change. There were a lot of people who started thinking that Rajveer Sisodia was avoiding Ajaz Khan because he was afraid of him, which made people laugh at him. In response, Rajveer sent out a reel outlining his reasons for avoiding conflict. He emphasized his obligations to his friends and the legal ramifications of a fight of this nature in a different state. Rajveer underlined the need to avoid enforcing one's own laws and the fine line that separates bravery from stupidity. Also Read: Dhruv Rathee 9th FAIL? REPLY!,Purav Jha Roasts Elvish Yadav, UK07 Rider Exposed? Bharti Singh

Rajveer's Explanation

Many others found resonance in Rajveer Sisodia's answer, which clarified the intricacies of the circumstance. He made the point that any disagreement may be deadly because his buddy, Okendra Rana from Haryana, had multiple open cases. His wary demeanor was heightened by his concern about falling victim to harsh legal measures such as the MCOCA Act. Finally, Rajveer promised accountability and openness, saying he would go back to Mumbai and let his supporters know ahead of time.

The Trending Topic: Nitin Chandila

Amidst the Rajveer-Ajaz drama, prominent YouTuber Nitin Chandila's video also gained notice. Even though it was too gruesome to share in its entirety, his video went viral. Nitin's heated and contentious content fueled the already burning social media scene, despite his wife's attempts to stop him.

The Poorva Jha Apology

Another well-known social media personality, Poorva Jha, also encountered criticism over a spelling error in a recent video regarding the NEET exam. He spelled it incorrectly, writing "N-E-A-T" instead of "N-E-E-T." He issued a public apology, owning up to the mistake and adding a note to his video to clarify the oversight. The scrutiny and pressure that social media influencers must endure to retain their credibility were brought to light by this episode.

Twitter Conflicts and Court Cases

Social media is a battleground in addition to a platform for entertainment. Flying Beast and The Deshbhakt got into a heated Twitter spat on power outages in Gurgaon, and BJP leader Suresh Nakhwa launched a defamation suit against Dhruv Rathee. The issue got worse when Dhruv Rathee replied by forwarding an older tweet from Suresh Nakhwa. These examples highlight how unstable internet relationships may be and the implications they have offline.

Mistaken Stunts: Farhad Azam Shaikh

Farhad Azam Shaikh's tale, which gained notoriety for his daring feats on Mumbai local trains, tragically changed course. He suffered the loss of both an arm and a leg following another risky act. This episode is a clear warning of the risks involved with pursuing internet celebrity by risky behavior.

Partings and Fresh Starts

TV actor Kush Shah, most known for his part in "Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah," departed the show to continue his education in the United States. The cast of the show bid him a fond farewell upon his departure. Raj Grover, meanwhile, came under fire for a video that some saw as demeaning to domestic workers, even though he later emphasized that it was meant to be a humorous parody.

The Dilemma Around Selfies

Finally, a controversy was triggered by the widely shared video of actress Taapsee Pannu graciously declining to take a selfie with influencer Ananya at an event. On social media, Ananya voiced her bewilderment and dismay, wondering why Taapsee would decline a photo in front of cameras.

In summary

With social media platforms serving as both a stage and a battlefield, the boundaries between entertainment and real life are becoming increasingly hazy in the digital era. These tales serve as a warning about the dangers and influence of social media. What do you think of these current dramas? Post your opinions in the space provided below. Read the full article