#they my besties and i want them to be happy

[deepdisireslonging]

Just a Movie

It feels like the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Finn takes the time to give the Reader a bit of peace.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, SMUT, winter weather, food mention, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, p-in-v

Word Count: 2240

Note: Wanted to give my writing bestie @neversatisfiedgirlfics a little treat. Happy Valentine’s, dearie!

He had gone all out. Blankets. A flickering fire. And a pile of movies to choose from. There were your favorites from Jurassic Park to Sleeping Beauty, classics like Gilda and Philadelphia Story, and movies always in your rotation like The Mummy and Howls Moving Castle. With the snow piled high outside, you chose The Mummy. What better way to escape the cold than with a giant pile of blankets and a movie set in the desert?

Finn snuggled close under his own pile of blankets. He kept you plied with hot chocolate. And, when Evie and Rick had cutesy moments on screen, he nuzzled his nose along your cheekbone and under your jaw. It never failed to make him grin when you said your favorite lines before the characters did. And, despite him doing it every time you watched this movie, he squeezed you suddenly when a mummified Anuksunamun popped up. It made you squeal, making him laugh.

When the credits began to roll, you cracked open your blankets to snuggle into his.

You squinted at him. “What was all this for?” Innocent as sin, he tried to avoid your gaze. But you drew him back by nestling your head into the curve of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Love.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to give you a little bit of a rest. You’ve had a lot going on.” His cheek rested against yours. “We both have.”

The movie finally reverted to the home screen. Finn turned off the tv. Outside, the snow created a muffled barrier to the world. The fire crackled like static in the silence, lulling you closer and closer to sleep. Finn breathed steadily. You began to match his rhythm, breathing in unison until you couldn’t tell your exhale from his, and his inhale from yours. Every so often, you hummed contentedly. Finn’s hand rested on your thigh. His thumb smoothed back and forth, creating little arches in the fabric of your lounge-wear.

You tried not to think about what the world had in store for your tomorrow. Or what it had done to you already in the days and months past. Despite all the stress and barriers, there would still be laundry to do, and dishes to wash. Finn always folded and put away what clothes you dumped into the clean hamper after a wash. And he washed the dishes so you could dry them and put them away. In every task shared at home, his body was a reassuring, reoccurring wall to bump into. He was sturdy when you wanted to fall. And he let you pour your heart into caring for him when you needed to create proof of goodness in the world.

A log crackled and split in the fireplace.

The thoughts swirling in your head popped like a soap bubble. Instead of thinking about yesterday or tomorrow, you focused on the warmth of the blankets. Finn’s even breathing. How loved you felt. Finn’s thumb was still making little arches in the fabric of your lounge pants.

You could have sat together forever.

But Finn was so warm. You couldn’t stop rubbing your hands across his stomach. Down his thighs. Dipping under his shirt to feel his warm flesh against your fingertips. Finn’s breath caught. His sigh hummed across your forehead.

“What do you need, moi ghrá?”

“You’re so warm.”

“Mhmm.” He inhaled deeply and gave your forehead a lingering kiss. “So are you.” His stomach contracted as your nails grazed over the hills and valleys of his muscles. “Then again, you are playing with fire. It’s easy to be warm with a woman like you.” Finn’s mouth lingered from your forehead, down your cheek, and under your jawline. He suckled softly on the curve of your neck, making you gasp. “Is this what you were after, a stór? I thought we were having a movie day.”

You swallowed hard. “I thought so too. You gonna put in the next one?”

But he continued to kiss around your neck, across your collarbone, and to lick at the hollow of your throat.

“Finn?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you been planning this?” You yelped as he guided you back into the couch cushions. Your chest heaved as his hands slid up under your sweatshirt.

“No plan,” he hummed. “Just knew I wanted to take care of you. In any way that you needed.” His breath stuttered as he found you bra-less and breathless for him. “How am I doing so far?”

You bit your lip as his hand squeezed around your breast. “Don’t stop.”

If his face hadn’t been so pretty, the lurid grin that crossed it would have been irksome. But his hands kneaded across your body. Any aches or pains that life had knotted into your joints was massaged away. And underneath your skin, your body pulsed with the growing desire that Finn was sure to pour into you. He removed your lounge pants, humming with delight to find you bare there too. He licked his lips.

Finn kissed you deeply, distracting you from how he leaned back, dragging you with him. But instead of finding yourself face-to-face with him, he continued to lay back and guided you to sit on his stomach.

“Finn?” You nervously looked between him and the windows in front of you. The sheers were drawn. But even they didn’t fully block out the winter wonderland outside. Nor would they block the view of the warm interior from the outside. Your eyes crossed as he dragged a finger through your slick, noisily sucking on his fingers. Next thing you knew, he had you situated over his face. “Baby... the neighbors.”

“So?” His nose traced little circles to the inside of your thighs.

“Someone might see.”

He grunted. “So let ‘em see. I am not moving from this spot, and neither are you,” he flattened his tongue against your sex to make your back arch. “Not until you don’t care about the world anymore.”

A sad laugh bubbled out of you. “Then we could be here for a while.” You tried to dismount his face.

But Finn wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and held you down. He growled, sending the vibrations where he knew would make you tremble. “Then we’re here for a while.” His loving glare deepened as you tried to hover and not smother him. “Nobody, not Samoa Joe or Roman or Cesaro has been able to do what you’re scared to do. If I need to breathe, I’ll find a way. Now get down here.”

Pinning you down over his mouth, Finn began to lick and suck and lap happily at your sex. Your head fell forward and lolled to the side with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Bracing your hand forward against the arm rest, you did your best not to roll your hips. But Finn rolled them for you. He slid you back and forth against his tongue.

Staggered, you raked your hand across the end table, knocking the remnants of the hot chocolate mugs into the floor. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered by the mess. Not when Finn was making happy noises under you, turning you into another kind of mess,  and devouring you like his last meal. When he did finally pull back for air, his face glistened with your arousal. The top curve of his cheeks were pink with delight. And his smile was downright pussy-drunk.

“How ‘ya feelin’ a stór?”

The tiny whimper that passed through your lips was not what you intended to say. But he got the gist.

With a chuckle, he dove back in. Sucking at your clit, he made you see stars. Any source of light in the room that your eyes glanced over had a halo from his power over you. Or maybe it was just double vision from the same reason. Your hips moved of their own accord. He sucked hard on your clit, finally making you cry out with release. But he didn’t stop attacking your bud until your thighs were shaking and you were begging for mercy.

“You gotta let me breathe, baby,” you whined.

He loudly lapped up your release. “So breathe.” But he did take pity on your sensitivity. Soon, you were once again on your back against the couch pillows. He messily kissed from one side of your neck to the other. When he pulled back to look at you, your hand on his cheek tilted. You ran your thumb across his lips. They were beautiful on a normal day, and plumped from eating you out. As your other hand reached for his length still trapped in his own sweats, he grunted. Finn resisted your efforts to turn him over.

You pouted. “Wanna do the same for you.”

“Nuh-uh. You get your mouth on me and I’ll blow in a minute.”

“And what am I supposed to do when you get your cock in me?”

He shrugged. “Clamp down on me ‘till I see God? It has been a minute since we chatted.” With a chuckle, he dragged his length into the open. His eyes closed and he hissed, his hand gently fisting himself. He rasped, “I’ve been hesitatin’ to speak to a priest. Don’t want to threaten his frock with the details of what I’ve been doin’ to ya. Or what else I want to do to ya.”

You made whatever sounds you pleased as he slowly filled you. The stretch and drag of him pulled desperate groans from between your lips. But you also held your breath so you could hear Finn’s pants and moans. You ran your hand up under his sweatshirt, whining until he dragged it over his head and out of the way. Now you could really see him. How his stomach flexed and contracted as he tried to hold himself together. How his chest heaved in rhythm with yours. And how his arms flexed on either side of your head once he was fully seated within you.

It was taking him too long to move. You tried to roll your hips, needy for the friction. But Finn’s hands rushed to pin you down.

“Need another minute.” He breathed heavily. Eyes closed, and plump lips parted, he fought to hold off on his release.

“Breathe,” you cooed.

If he caught the sass riding on your tongue, he didn’t mention it. But he did catch his breath. Resolve finally as hard as the rest of him, he slowly dragged his cock from you before thrusting again. You arched, canting your body as best as you could to feel every inch of him. He didn’t hesitate to give you any of it. Again, the room acquired a halo. With the window behind him bright with the snow outside, he was backlight for your viewing pleasure. He shoved up the hem of your sweatshirt so he could have access to your breasts again. Leaning forward, he caught your nipple between his teeth. As your body rocked, he lightly nipped at the bud and the side of your breast. Your walls fluttered around him.

Beneath you, the couch legs creaked. If the whole thing started to move, you wouldn’t have been surprised. But you were too busy being folded in half to give a damn about scratches on the floor. Finn’s pace increased. His brow scrunched as he fought to keep his eyes open. You couldn’t return the effort. Your vision, already blurry around the edges, kept blacking out each time you blinked. It was nice being able to feel him, and to hear his grunts and muttered Irish promises.

Finn’s pace took on a frantic chase. You cried out beneath him. Your nails dragged thin red welts down his stomach. But his goal was at hand. Just a few more thrusts. And a few more. Your body quaked and shivered as you fell apart. He continued to thrust as you cried out, wailing his name. A shudder ran up his spine. With a shout, he followed you down into bliss.

With both of you panting, Finn collapsed onto your chest. His hot breath puffed across your chest, still on display while your sweatshirt was bunch up over your breasts. Chuckling, he kissed at the valley between them.

“You ready for round two?”

Gasping with a smile, you asked, “that was all round one?” Your fingers stroked at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Sure. Just... give me a minute?” Kissing at his heaving chest, you pushed him back till he was seated. You straddled his waist.

His hands rubbed back and forth over your thighs. Kissing under your jaw, he grinned against your skin. “I was thinking about The Mummy Returns, but this works too.”

“What?” You nipped at his jaw. “You can’t just... rock my world and then tell me we’re going back to watching a movie.”

“Why not?”

“How the hell am I supposed to focus when I’ve got all that,” you waved your hand over the general area of his physique, “sitting right next to me?”

After locating your scattered clothes, he helped you back into your lounge pants. “Dunno. But we’re supposed to be relaxing. So sit back.” He reburied you under your blankets and put in the next film. “Relax. And enjoy the show.”

It wasn’t fifteen minutes before his wandering hands found you again for “round two.”

***

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[sequinsmile-x]

All of You, All of Me (Intertwined)

It's Valentine's Day.

It also happens to be Emily and Aaron's first date.

-x-

Hi besties <3

Happy Valentine's Day. I know it's a hallmark holiday, but I love love (brb I'm having flashbacks to my Percy Bysshe Shelly module in my English Lit A-Level) and I love all of you!

So, even if you don't celebrate - I hope you enjoy this. It's very soft, a little silly and hopefully funny in parts <3

As always, let me know what you think! -x-

Warnings: None

Words: 3.3k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“How about this one?” 

Emily looks over at JJ, sighing when she sees the card she’s holding up, the word love practically flashing at her from the design, “No, JJ. It can’t say ‘love’ on it.”

JJ blows out a steady breath and nods as she puts the card back before she smiles and picks up a new one.

“This one has a train on it,” she says, her smile irritatingly close to a smirk as she holds it up. Emily glares at her as she snatches it from her, careful to make sure she doesn’t bend the card as she places it back in the rack. 

“That’s the card Ralph Wiggum gives Lisa in The Simpsons,” she grumbles, blowing out a breath as she looks at all the cards and groans, “This is hopeless.” 

“Okay, what about this one?” JJ says, holding up another one, “It’s got a pun about pizza.” 

Emily sighs, “JJ - if you’re not going to help-”

“Em, you’re overthinking this,” JJ cuts over her, her smile kind, the teasing edge of it softening as she tucks the card with a cartoon slice of pizza on it back in its spot, “It’s just a card.” 

Emily rolls her eyes, “Of course, I’m overthinking it,” she looks around them and lowers her voice, making sure none of the other people in the store overhears her, “I’m finally going on my first date with Aaron and it’s on fucking Valentine’s Day.” 

When Aaron first asked her out on a date, the taste of finally on the air, she’d been as close to giddy as she ever remembered feeling. Excitement bubbling in her gut as she thought of them taking the step she’d been hoping they would for months. Somewhere along the way, he’d become her best friend, the person she trusted most in the world, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. She spent most of her spare time with him and Jack, and when she was with them she felt safer, felt more at home, than she thinks she ever had. 

She loved him. She knew she did, had even admitted it to Penelope and JJ that she did after one too many drinks on a recent girl's night, but it scared her. Made her feel vulnerable, flayed open whenever he was around. He managed to sneak under every barrier she’d ever built around herself, the foundations of them shaky after everything that had happened with Ian and her time in Paris. She loved Aaron, could see herself having everything with him, but she’d been nervous to move past friendship because she was worried about losing him if everything went wrong. 

In the end, he was the one who’d jumped for them both. His smile soft and nervous as he asked her if she wanted to go for dinner with him. It had taken her a second to realise what he was asking, her feelings for him clouding the usual intelligence she prided herself on, but it had been enough for him to start to doubt himself. He’d started to trip over his words, his eyes slightly wide, and then she kissed him, something about his nervousness that she found reassuring. The confirmation she needed that she made him feel just as flustered as he made her. 

Organising their date had, as it turned out, been the hardest part. They’d been delayed more than once by a case, and then Aaron had childcare issues, and they’d somehow found themselves with the next available day for their date being Valentine’s Day. It had piled on the pressure, made her overthink every aspect of the date, but she didn’t want to rearrange again, didn’t want to delay it. 

Especially because Aaron was a gentleman to the core and had refused to go any further than the kisses they’d exchanged since he’d asked her out. He kept putting on the brakes, his smile achingly handsome when he told her he wanted to ‘do it right’ and take her on a date first. Even though she was sure he knew her better than anyone ever had, even though she knew there was very little he could learn from her over dinner that he didn’t already know, she’d agreed because she knew it was important to him. 

Emily groans as she looks at the cards, “Why do they all say love on them?” 

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” JJ deadpans, and Emily glares at her, “Why does it matter so much, you do love him.” 

“But he doesn’t know that.” 

JJ chuckles, “Em, you do remember what he does for a living, right?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at her, “He knows.” 

“JJ-”

“Have you got a gift at least?” JJ asks, cutting over Emily’s warning tone, “Or am I going to spend the rest of my life helping to buy my boss a Valentine’s Day gift?” 

“I’ve got the gift sorted,” Emily replies, looking over the cards again, “That was easy.” 

“What did you get him?” 

“A new watch,” Emily says, not even looking over at her, “The face of his is damaged.” 

JJ pinches the bridge of her nose and presses her lips together as she looks at her friend’s profile, “What kind of watch, Emily?” 

“What?” Emily asks, finally tearing her gaze away from the cards, “Oh, a Rolex.” 

JJ’s mouth falls open, and a chuckle escapes her, “You’ve spent north of, what, $10,000 on a gift for him and you’re overthinking the card?” She laughs again, “You’re terrible at this.” 

Emily scoffs, “Of course, I’m terrible at this. Why do you think I invited you to help me?”

“Invited. Forced. Half a dozen of one, half a dozen of the other,” JJ says, smiling at her as she picks out another card, “What about this one?” 

Emily takes it from her and looks at front of it, the large pink heart on it surrounded by the question ‘Be my Valentine?’ and she sighs, “That will do I guess.” 

“Thank God,” JJ says, “Now,” her smile turns mischievous, an edge to it that looks almost entirely too much like Penelope’s doing, “Let's talk lingerie.” 

“Absolutely not,” Emily replies, smirking as she turns away from her, ignoring her friend as she shouts after her.

“You’re no fun.” 

She turns to look at her, throwing her a wink, “I’m actually planning on being a lot of fun.” 

___

He was nervous. 

He’d never actually asked someone on a date before he asked Emily. Haley had asked him out when they were in high school, braver than him even then, and he felt nothing short of ridiculous for making it so far in life without knowing how to date. 

A feeling that only increased when it became clear their first date would be on Valentine’s Day of all days. 

He’d spent longer than he cared to admit agonising over the card he’d bought Emily, something he’s sure amused the sales assistant who asked him if he was okay three times before he finally made his decision. The gift had been the easy part. He bought her something she’d mentioned off-handedly weeks ago, a fact about her that he’d stored away for a moment like this. 

He wanted to get it right, because this wasn’t just anyone - it was Emily. He’d loved her for longer than he cared to admit to himself, and been attracted to her for longer than that. She’d thrown him off for the start, something about her effortless beauty and striking intelligence enough to knock him off kilter from the first time he’d met her. She’d snuck under his defences, tore them down one by one with her empathy and her kindness, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done before her, his life now split out into two distinct parts. 

He blows out a slow breath and double checks he has everything before he gets out of his car - two cards, one from him and one from Jack, flowers - sunflowers so he didn’t poison Sergio - and the gift he’d bought for Emily. The walk to her apartment has never felt longer, each step a feeling like it takes him a lifetime, the hallway stretching out in front of him as her door seems to get further and further away. He gives himself another moment when he reaches her door, swallowing thickly before he knocks. 

She answers quickly, barely a few seconds passing before the door opens, and he’s blown away by her the moment he sees her. She’s beautiful. She’s wearing a red dress, the material clinging to her like it had been made for her, and she’s curled her hair, the ends of it catching on her collarbone. Her make-up is a little heavier than usual but all he can focus on is her eyes, he gets lost in the depth of them just like he always does. He feels his cheeks burn when she clears her throat, her smile soft and teasing when he realises he’s been staring.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she replies, sinking her teeth into her lower lip, desperately trying to contain her smile, her cheeks aching with it anyway. She looks him up and down, ignoring how her stomach flips as her eyes linger on the open top buttons on his shirt, “You look pretty good yourself,” she steps back, “Come in.”

He nods and hands over the bunch of flowers, “These are for you.” 

“Thank you,” she replies as she takes them from him, feeling nothing short of ridiculous for how a shiver runs through her body as their fingers brush against each other, “I love sunflowers. Do you want a drink?”

He looks at his watch, “Yeah, we have time before our table.” 

“Wine?” She asks, pulling a vase from the cabinet and filling it with water. She smiles when he nods, “There’s a bottle of red on the side,” she says, tilting her head towards it, “And you know where the glasses are.” 

He nods and places the cards and the gift box on the table before he gets to work pouring them a glass of wine each. When he looks up at her she’s smiling at the cards and the gift, “They’re for you.” 

She chuckles, “Thank God for that, would have been awkward if they were for someone else,” she stamps her lips against his cheek, smiling to herself when she feels him suck in a breath, “I’ll go get yours.” 

He watches her go, his eyes lingering on her legs as she walks away, the red soles of her heels drawing his attention to them before she disappears from view. She’s back within a few seconds, a box and a card in her hands and a nervous smile on her face. 

She places his gift and card down on the kitchen counter and clears her throat, “I’m not even sure how to do this.” 

He smiles, something about it soft and reassuring, and he pushes one of the cards he’d brought over towards her, “Why don’t you start with Jack’s card?” 

“Jack got me a card?” She asks, her smile so wide her cheeks ache as she picks it up and opens the envelope. She swears she can feel her heart double in size as she looks at the card, the little boy’s messy handwriting and a drawing of what she assumes is meant to be her, him and Aaron emblazoned on the front. She opens it and reads the message on the inside, the I love you in his uneven scrawl almost enough to make her cry, “This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“He did it all himself,” Aaron says, “I was only allowed to help with spelling.” 

He was oddly jealous of his son, of how easily he could admit his love for the woman who had captured both of their hearts. The woman who had helped them both heal after the unimaginable. 

“Well, I’ll have to tell him thank you next time I see him,” she says, standing the card up on the counter, sure that she’d end up keeping it on her fridge forever, and her eyes drift back to the other cards and the gifts, “Your turn?”

“Why don’t we do the cards at the same time?” He suggests, and she nods. They laugh as they pull the cards from the envelopes, both of them realising they’d somehow, with all the options available, bought each other the same card. It eases something in both of them, tears away the last strips of awkwardness as they smile at each other fondly. She bumps her shoulder against his as she gets closer, removes any distance between them as she shifts one of the stools at her kitchen counter closer to him before she sits on it, her fingers tracing over the box he’d brought over. 

“Can I go first?” 

He nods and pushes it towards her, anxiety licking in his gut for the first time since he’d made the decision on what he was buying her, “Of course.” 

She smiles as she rips open the wrapping paper, her smile turning curious when she sees the looping French words on the outside of the box. She gasps as she opens it, the sound turning into a chuckle as she’s met with the sight of a box full of mille-feuille. 

“Aaron…” 

“You said you haven’t been able to find any decent mille-feuille since you came home,” he says, butchering the pronunciation and smiling nervously at her when she looks up at him, tearing her gaze away from the pastries, “I did some research, and these are apparently the best in DC.” 

She struggles to suck in a breath, her lungs stuffed full of everything she wants to say but can’t yet, the flowers of love she felt for him taking up all the space in her chest. He’d gone out of his way to do this for her, the street address of the bakery printed on the box told her that, but he’d also listened to her lament how the only thing she missed about her time in Paris was the amazing mille-feuilles that never seemed to be done quite right in the US. A comment she’d thrown out without thinking, without knowing he’d picked it up and kept it safe somewhere near his heart 

“I don’t even remember saying that,” she says, looking back down at the gift, “How do you remember that?” 

“I remember everything about you.” 

She’s surprised her smile can get wider, but it does. She’s surprised she can love him more than she already did, but she does. She cups his cheek and leans in to kiss him, the first, but definitely not the last, press of her lips against his that evening. She strokes her thumb over his cheek when she pulls back to look at him. 

“Thank you,” she says, kissing him again before she carefully tucks the lid of the pastry box back into place. She grabs the box with the watch in it and hands it to him, her eyes flicking to his empty wrist before she looks up at him, “Your turn.” 

The weight of the box immediately concerns him, guilt at just buying her pastries, already sparking in his gut. It catches fire as soon as he sees the Rolex logo, his eyes wide before he can even look at the watch itself. 

“A Rolex?” He says, stuttering uncharacteristically as he looks up at her, “Em, this is too much-”

“No,” she says, smiling despite his nervousness. She’d anticipated this, had known no matter what he brought her he’d argue that the watch was too expensive, that she’d spent too much money on him, “It isn’t,” she shrugs one of her shoulders, “You need a new watch.” 

He swallows thickly as he finally opens the box and looks at the watch, the steel face grand and shiny as it looks up at him, “This is…”

She takes it from him and takes the watch out of the box, pulling his left wrist towards her, because he wore it on his left despite being left-handed. It was something she’d made fun of him for endlessly, reminding him that most people wore their watches on their non-dominant hands, but it was a detail about him that she loved. Something she couldn’t help but smile at every time she noticed it. 

“It’s supposedly indestructible,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him as she loops the watch around his wrist, “So you won’t be able to break this one,” she smiles when the latch clips into place, her finger lingering over his pulse for a second longer than necessary, “And, this outside bit lets you set a second timezone. I thought it would be nice for when we’re on a case in a different timezone to Jack.” 

It feels like his chest is collapsing in on itself, the weight of her love for him, the way she’d thought so much about a watch that probably cost more than his deposit on his first house, briefly overwhelming. He looks down at his wrist, only realising then that they are holding hands, and he squeezes her fingers between his. 

“I only got you pastries.” 

He’s surprised that she laughs. It makes him look up from their joint hands, his eyebrows furrowed together as their eyes meet. 

“Aaron, I can buy myself jewellery. I don’t need you to…” she drifts off and looks at the box of pastries, “You listened to me when I didn’t even realise I needed to be listened to,” she smiles at him, hoping he ignores the shake to it, “I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me before and that’s worth so much more than anything you could buy in a store.” 

He smiles at her and this time he leans in, his nose pressed against her cheek as he kisses her. She sinks into it, and sighs contentedly as she wraps her arms around his neck, shifting impossibly closer even though they are both still sitting on stools. He pulls back as one of his thighs slots between hers, his knee forcing her legs wide enough that she can feel the tightness of her dress around her thighs. 

“We should…” he says, clearing his throat, his voice as rough as she’d ever heard it, “We should go to dinner.” 

She nods despite herself, despite the desire she feels flicking in her veins and the overwhelming urge to just lose the deposit they’d put down to secure a table on Valentine’s Day. She wants to remember this. To tell their kids and grandkids one day about their first day on Valentine’s Day. How they’d bought each other the same card and held hands over a table in a restaurant neither of them would remember the name of. 

She’d almost hate him for turning her into such a romantic if she didn’t love him so much. 

“Yeah,” she says, stamping her lips against his one more time, “Dinner. Then we’ll come back here?” 

He nods, his forehead knocking against hers, “Then we’ll come back here.” 

Two years later, they spend Valentine’s Day in Paris. Their tour of France on their honeymoon landing them in the city of romance on the most commercially romantic day of the year. They eat mille-feuille in bed, and he sets the second timezone on the watch she’d given him to the time back in DC. It’s perfect, and makes her fall back in love with a city that had once lost its shine for her, and when she leaves this time, she doesn’t only miss the pastries. 

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finished cobra kai, here are my thoughts (spoilers ahead)

- I was originally mad that once again robby wasnt given the chance to win, but I ended up crying when thry offered him the job anyway 😭 robby my beloved he deserves everything

- seeing tory win and her knowing that she had earned it also made me tear up, same as her being given the chance to build her career alongside robby, im so glad my girl finally got to be happy :,)

- Even though my favorite is robby i was SOOO thrilled to see miguel win. AND IN COBRA KAI. AGHHH NOW THATS AN ENDING. the whole thing had me going crazy.

- On that note, seeing daniel in the cobra kai gi was CRAAAZY i loved it so much

- its so right that Johnny got cobra kai back, and was able to get closure on something that had been haunting him forever (it was definitely pulled out of their ass that the senseis had to fight to break the tie, but oh well i don't watch cobra kai expecting awesome writing, and I loved that he got to win :') )

- the training sequence with johnny and daniel with you're the best around is probably my favorite bit, these last episodes had a great soundtrack

- The characters that annoyed me earlier in the season definitely got their redemption (demetri and daniel were both insufferable at the beginning)

- I wish hawk got more screen time but thats my favoritism speaking, i loved seeing him be all nerdy with his best friend and with a MUCH BETTER mohawk (the american one was hideous)

- How did literally no one find out about kreese and silver fucking exploding ⁉️ you're telling me an explosion of that magnitude didn't make the news⁉️ and atp silver and kreese were well known so⁉️⁉️⁉️ I kinda wanted them to find out, but im not too mad about it

- Daniel and Johnny didn't fight ONCE during these last episodes, thats gotta be a record. I loved with my entire soul seeing them be besties y'all dont get it

- All the callbacks to the first and early seasons got me so hyped AAAA i watched the show a million times so i missed NONE (i kinda thought the homeless lady was gonna show up when Miguel and Johnny were eating) I loved seeing the cashier at the store and the guy from the pawn shop cheering Johnny from a bar

- Johnny got his closure in every way and it makes me so emotional, he built a new family, and fixed his relationship with the one he already had, Kreese and him finally had a sincere talk (that had me crying mind you), he won the tournament, and got his dojo back, getting alongside that the money he needed to buy a home. agh i love him

- I cackled at the last scene with johnny killing the fly LMAO

overall im really happy with the ending, felt appropriate and I while i would change a few things I still enjoyed it thoroughly

i will miss cobra kai forever :,) been here since it was on YouTube

[peachesandhunii]

I'm deleting everything about litg if I see Seb and Nicky.

They are happy over there with my besties

They better not do my homegirls wrong.

[bonicedemandarina]

Jujy and Tetia being besties bc it's been a while since last time I drew them and wanted to make something winter themed

[hinata-boke]

tiny birthday boy doodle!!

[degenerateshinji]

shoutout to the jumping spider lu guang and cheng xiaoshi adopted in the fic im writing

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 ! Got self-indulgent here 🤭👀

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. don't repost.)

😳🫣

[seagull-scribbles]

“Ain’t turtles supposed to be endangered?”

“Only the ones who can’t do this!”

[forourtomorrows]

car ride

[moonilit]

why is polygamy not an option for Dick Grayson and im asking the writers, like he loves both Kory and Babs? I don’t see Kory and Babs being together but if they are ok with it Dick can be with both of them? Like he have a family in both the titans and gotham ?? Instead of this on and off with both that leaving everyone hanging let them be happy

[shannonsketches]

I don’t care if it’s boring I’m 10000% in love with the idea of Vegeta having a quiet happy domestic home life throughout the 7 year gap and as his end game.

He was raised in an intergalactic mafia and by an absolute miracle got out and was granted his life back. Twice. One of the two last men standing when an entire population gets wiped out. Twice (counting the Freeza Force, by the end of ResF).

His father stopped fighting on the front lines once he became king, to watch over his domain. Frieza didn’t personally get involved in battle (not wipeouts, but actual battle) until Namek. Vegeta was always (told he was) intended to take both their places.

Letting him grow into a protector has been such a great arc and imho it would be so beautifully wrapped by letting him finally get to go home and inherit his crown as the guardian of his new planet.

[soldierboys]

the boys criticism that they dont kill off main characters is so crazy to me. you mean you want my sweet little baby girl kimiko dead? or my beautiful depressed annie? or my baby bird canary boy hughie?? or my literal mom mm? or butcher? you want butcher dead? he's HOT. why would you want any of that

[nayiitopia]

MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!! 🎄✨️

Gift for my 2 besties @soundleer and @cilahax yee! <]

[randomapplekey]

✨️Catlastor✨️

Spontaneous dancing~ They tried to cook...

More random doodles of them because they're stuck in my head :3 @correlance

[softquietsteadylove]

How about something we probably haven't had before? The Eternals in ancient Egypt. While the Egyptians were busy treating cats like gods, Thena is trying to secretly populate the Domo with lizards.

"You busy mopin' in here too?"

"I do not mope," Thena corrected as Druig walked in, his black robes dragging behind him. She turned with a frown, "why do you have so many of them with you?"

"Don't ask me, they just-" he gestured, trying to dispel the cats swarming his feet. "Off with ye, y'bastards!"

The cats scattered, off to find their worship elsewhere. The Warrior Eternal couldn't believe how many of them populated the grounds of Egypt's reign. And the creatures were revered--walking signs of godly luck and prosperity, or some such.

"You've made a friend of your own, I see."

Thena looked down at the lizard snoozing in her palm. It was a small thing, but it had slithered up onto her knee without a hint of hesitation. Cold blooded creatures had none of the cautiousness mammals tended to show her. "Perhaps he can sense my distaste for the felines as well."

Druig chuckled, observing the procession from the edge of the pyramid concealing the Domo. "You sure they're not enjoyin' things a li'l too much down 'ere?"

Thena had to smile. "I cannot speak for Makkari. I believe she is thriving, getting the attention she does."

The Goddess herself was being paraded on a dais of all things, despite being able to circle the continent in the time it took the holders to take one collective step. But she waved to her adoring fans, showering her with praise. And of course, the tributes they brought her were her favourite part of their stay in Egypt thus far.

Ajak had ordered her to return everything, or at least leave it in the official treasury so it was available for the peoples' benefit come the time.

"Yeah, she's glowin' like a streak'a lightning," Druig mused, although he had quite a smile on his face as he observed. No matter how bereft of her company he was, he wasn't the type to drag her away from her time of thriving, either.

Thena could sympathise. Gilgamesh wasn't quite as prone to soaking up the attention as the Speedster, and he absolutely couldn't fathom letting mortals carry him instead of walking. But he was also waved to with enthusiasm, praised and adored. His hands held the gift of Ra himself, after all.

Ajak had also ordered Gilgamesh to humour the public, to a degree. Despite his discomfort, she thought that if they wanted to recognise him and Makkari as the beacons of their team this time around then so be it. Makkari and Gilgamesh were warm and mirthful, and perhaps that would encourage this to be a peaceful time for the development of the humans.

"Thena, Druig, what are you doing up here?"

The two Eternals shared a look, as if they were being caught by their mother skipping school. Druig dragged himself to a standing position, arms crossed and hunching as if the gold collar of his robes were weighing him down.

"You should be down there with everyone else," Ajak pointed at the procession. Sersi and Phastos were talking with various leaders of Egypt's developments. "I want this visit to be social for us--and that means everyone."

"I don't see Sprite down there," Thena pointed out with deadly accuracy, even getting a certain look from their Prime.

But Ajak clipped her unruly daughter's statement short, "she's down there. You may not see her, but she is."

"And Kingo?" Druig added, always happy to get himself out of something he didn't want to do.

"Making sure Sprite doesn't wander too far," Ajak elaborated, her voice growing higher as her annoyance increased. She put her hands on her hips, glaring at the two belligerent Eternals. "It's a happy occasion, and we haven't had an attack for days."

Ikaris was on watch regardless. And it wasn't at all because - for once - the humans had no interest in him or his powers, relegating him to 'one who accompanies the holders of Ra'.

Thena found it hilarious that he was acting like a dejected child.

"It's awfully hot," Druig shrugged. "We're still part'a the festivities. Just, y'know, from the comfort of home."

Thena petted her new friend between the prickly peaks atop its head. "He was seeking the shade."

Ajak eyed the Warrior Eternal. "You cannot bring any more of those things onto the Domo."

"I haven't-"

"It can't possibly be anyone else, Thena," Ajak pointed out, and accurately, at that. "They flock to you. And you know they scare Phastos."

"Everything scares Phastos," Druig murmured, although he got a finger snapped in his face for it. He made a face, even leaning back and swaying on his lazy knees. "Fine, fine, we'll go out there and humor the masses, aye?"

"That's all I'm asking," Ajak insisted in her most matronly way. "I finally got Phastos to leave the ship more often, I can't have you two taking over that role."

Thena and Druig both smiled and nodded (the picture of innocence).

Ajak didn't buy it. "Just go."

Druig dropped his smile but did shuffle past her towards the stairs. Ajak looked at Thena, who chose the faster route, turning and leaping off the side of the structure so tall they could see well into the horizon. Ajak rolled her eyes at her most difficult children.

Thena landed steadily, the sand below absorbing much of the shock. It was a high drop, even for an Eternal, but walking the stairs of the temples here took time even one of their lifespan didn't want to waste.

"Why did we build stairs at all if you were just gonna jump out of the windows every time?"

She smiled as the man with Ra in the palm of his hands broke away from the crowd. The farce of a parade continued on without him. "What of your adoring fans?"

"Ah, come on," he fussed, already embarrassed enough. He turned to face them with her, watching Sersi touch the various offerings held out to her, turning them to gold in the blink of an eye. "Ajak told her not to."

"I think she can't help it," Thena laughed faintly. "Ever since we first arrived; she loves the sparkle in their eyes when they see it."

"Who's this guy?" Gilgamesh asked as he slung his arm around her shoulder, leaning against her faintly. He was tired.

"A friend who sought the solace of shade with me," she sufficed to say, still massaging the reptile's spine from side to side.

"Kept her company?" Gil asked the cold blooded creature, who allowed him to tap the top of his head.

"He did." She looked up at him. The sun in Egypt was even more ceaseless here than in their previous homes, she found. And not just ceaseless, but intense.

Gilgamesh blinked as the back of her hand pressed to his cheek. He leaned into it, though. "You feel nice and cool."

"You shouldn't be under the sun for so long," she frowned, feeling his cheek, then his temple and his forehead. "And after you spent all morning breaking and hauling limestone for them."

He shrugged, though. He really was tired; his shoulders looked heavy, like it took great effort for him to raise them. "There's a lot of work to do."

Egypt was evolving rapidly. Of the many civilizations they had seen rise and fall in their time on Earth already, Egypt was likely to prosper and endure. Thena looked at their passing teammates again. "Sersi and Phastos are more than capable of sharing your workload for a day or two."

They were all helping, but Sersi and Phastos were by far having the easiest time with it. Phastos had powers that did the heavy lifting for him, and Sersi could simply turn the slabs of stone into one big seed pod, carry it, and then turn it back to rock once it was placed.

"Maybe."

Thena rubbed Gilgamesh's back, between his weary shoulder blades. "Perhaps you should retire. I'm sure Ajak would understand."

He gave her a smirk. "You mean you want to escort me and my 'injury' back to the Domo so you don't have to be out here for the party?"

"Absurd." Gilgamesh laughed, and so loudly that many turned back to look at them, including their fellow Eternals. But they continued on without him, and Thena smiled at the way his laughter warmed her shade cooled body.

"Y'know, now that you mention it," he postulated, putting his hand to his chin and everything. But there was no containing his bright grin. "I am feeling a bit...whoa!"

Thena laughed as well as Gilgamesh feigned slumping against her shoulder. A human may not have been able to hold him, but he would never drop his full body weight on her without warning, either. "Gilgamesh!"

"Thena, is that you?" he gasped as she started helping him hobble away from the crowd and into the temple. "So weak...I can see the light..."

"You are a terrible actor," she informed him as she got him into the shade.

"Really?" he asked as soon as they were out of sight. "Kingo gave me some tips."

"That was your first mistake."

He chuckled, still with his arm around her as they began walking back to their mothership. "You know Ajak is gonna find him."

Thena looked down at their guest, still lazing in her hand. "If Phastos were not so averse I don't see why I couldn't have one or two. They scurry in of their own accord at least once a day regardless."

"Yeah, and then Phastos gets freaked out, or Sersi thinks it's a rat, and then we have to sweep them out." Gil looked at the little creature again, which opened both layers of eyelids to blink at him.

Thena purred faintly as Gil pressed his lips to the spot where her tiara disappeared into her hair.

"Keep him in my room. Ajak won't think to check there. I'll bring him snacks and stuff."

She angled her head, catching the edge of his jaw with her lips. "Ever a champion of the people."

"Nice try," he brushed off in modesty. His arm drifted from her shoulder to resting his hand at her back. "You are way more important than 'the people' to me."

"You two are bloody disgustin'."

Thena let Druig drag himself past them towards the edge of daylight. "The procession has already passed."

"Well, nothin' I can do 'bout that. Guess I'll head back up-"

"Druig, get outside. You're mingling, and that's that."

Ajak also hustled past them, her deep blue robes breezing behind her petite figure as she all but dragged Druig out with her by the arm. Perhaps in her mission to make Druig more acclimatized to human socializing she had forgotten Thena had also been ordered to 'mingle'.

Gilgamesh nuzzled her hair again, whispering, "I think we got away with it."

Thena hummed, starting up the stairs towards the Domo with him, and their new friend. "Seeing that you both get some rest is more important in this moment."

Gil cupped her hands in one of his, adding to the bed of luxury for the humble lizard. "I think we'll both rest better if you join us."