#SAP best practices

[businesssolutionsbyrc]

How to Build a Winning SAP Cloud Migration Strategy 

In today's digital-first world, businesses are under pressure to modernize operations and provide frictionless, omnichannel experiences. Legacy on-premises systems are often the obstacle to this agility, and cloud adoption is not just a trend, but a business necessity. 

For firms on SAP, especially SAP Hybris, the move to the cloud with a well-calculated strategy can open operational efficiency, scalability, and innovation. However, how can organizations ensure a successful SAP Hybris Cloud Migration? This blog will describe a winning strategy, discuss the pitfalls, and outline best practices supported by industry expertise. 

Why SAP Hybris Cloud Migration is a Game-Changer 

Moving SAP Hybris (now SAP Commerce Cloud) to the cloud is not simply a question of infrastructure. It's a move in the right direction to a composable, scalable, and future-proof architecture. Businesses can deal with cloud-based SAP commerce by doing the following. 

Improve time-to-market for digital experiences. 

Scale infrastructure based on seasonal needs. 

Access to state-of-the-art AI and analytics capabilities 

Minimize the price for maintenance and system improvements 

According to SAP Commerce Cloud Documentation, migrating to the cloud enables enterprises to leverage features like headless commerce, extensibility via APIs, and seamless updates through continuous delivery models. Royal Cyber makes global brands implement this transformation with effective frameworks and SAP consultants certified by SAP. 

Step 1: Assess Your Current Landscape 

The first step in any SAP Hybris Cloud Migration strategy is a comprehensive assessment of your existing infrastructure, customizations, and data dependencies. Many organizations heavily customize SAP Hybris implementations, so understanding the core vs. non-core features is key. 

Key actions include: 

Cataloguing of all integrations (for example, payment, shipping, CRM) 

Looking at the legacies and third-party extensions. 

Assessment of current pain points and bottlenecks 

Aligning stakeholders on business goals 

Royal Cyber uses tailored readiness assessments to identify the gaps in Migration and the best-fit cloud model (public, private, or hybrid). 

Step 2: The Right SAP Cloud Architecture must be defined. 

Cloud migration isn't one-size-fits-all. Making the right selection of architecture in terms of business size, industry compliance, and performance expectation is essential. This includes: 

Rehosting: Lift-and-shift with minimal code changes 

Refactoring: Reengineering of components of the application for cloud-native advantages. 

Rebuilding: SAP's latest cloud offerings-based reengineering 

For eCommerce platforms, transitioning from SAP Hybris to SAP Commerce Cloud will be compatible with the latest APIs, composable storefronts, and CI/CD pipelines. 

If your business too depends on SAP ERP systems, an alignment of the Migration with an SAP S/4HANA Cloud implementation will enhance ROI. Royal Cyber's SAP S/4HANA Cloud RISE implementation services allow you to bring your ERP and commerce strategy together in a cloud-first approach. 

Step 3: Develop a Phased Migration Plan 

Moving your entire commerce system simultaneously can be very dangerous and costly. A phased, iterative methodology reduces downtime, limits the risks, and facilitates more rapid feedback loops. 

A typical roadmap includes: 

Pilot Migration: Shift a non-critical module or region to determine the performance. 

Data Migration: Transfer the master data, the product catalogs, and the history of orders 

Integration Strategy: Rebuild or reconfigure APIs and third-party connectors 

Performance Benchmarking: Latency test, scalability test, and response time tests 

Production Cutover: Smooth go-live with rollback plans in place. 

During this entire process, Royal Cyber applies the use of automated migration tools and manual validation in ensuring accuracy, compliance, and continuity. 

Step 4: Leverage SAP Commerce Cloud Documentation 

Comprehensive documentation and support services provided for the user are advantages of modern SAP solutions. The SAP Commerce Cloud Documentation provides in-depth technical guidance on: 

Architecture blueprints 

Cloud-native extensions 

Service layer configuration 

CI/CD pipeline setup 

Monitoring and logging 

Teams should be encouraged to consult such resources in addition to having partners, such as Royal Cyber, to consult. Our consultants bring these documents in context to your unique business needs and speed delivery. 

Step 5: Composable Commerce for Build for Innovation 

Migration to the cloud presents the opportunity to have composable commerce – the contemporary model where best-of-breed microservices are implemented instead of heavy monolithic platforms. SAP Commerce Cloud enables headless structures so the brands can make hyper-personalized digital experiences. 

After Migration, Royal Cyber assists its clients in deploying: 

Spartacus or Vue Storefront-based headless storefronts 

Services like AWS Lambda or Azure Functions are cloud native. 

AI-driven product recommendations and search 

Customer data platforms (i., CDP) for real-time personalization 

This changes from the old school of SAP Hybris to the cloud-native, API-first ecosystem, future-proofs your commerce stack, and prepares your business to lead in the digital age. 

Step 6: Ensure Ongoing Governance and Optimization 

A successful SAP Hybris Cloud Migration doesn't end with go-live. Ongoing optimization, monitoring, and governance of costs are prerequisites in order to optimize long-term value. 

Best practices include: 

Installing alerting and logging gear (e.g., CloudWatch, Azure Monitor) 

Automating software updates and security patches. 

Tracking trends in the traffic and scaling dynamically 

Leveraging analytics dashboards for insights 

Royal Cyber has post-migration managed services, meaning that the clients can focus on innovation while they leave us to take care of the health, performance, and optimization of the platform. 

Real-World Success: Future-Proofing SAP Commerce 

As discussed in Royal Cyber's blog about the Future of SAP Commerce, the Migration to cloud-native and headless commerce is not optional; it is necessary. Brands that will gain a competitive edge by modernizing their SAP infrastructure beforehand are: 

Accelerated time-to-market 

Hyper-personalized customer journeys 

Reduced total cost of ownership 

Seamless omnichannel experiences 

Royal Cyber's proven expertise in SAP Hybris Cloud Migration and SAP S/4HANA Cloud implementation makes us the ideal partner to guide you through this transformation. 

Final Thoughts: Pick the Right Partner on Your SAP Cloud Pathway 

Building a winning SAP Hybris Cloud Migration strategy isn't just about technology but vision, planning, and execution. Everything needs to be well considered and tactfully planned from evaluation to the optimization stage. 

At Royal Cyber, we help enterprises in a transition system with the least risks and the most business value. Our experts integrate SAP best practices, proprietary accelerators, and outstanding cloud expertise that will simplify your cloud journey. 

[seilon]

seriously i don’t think people with Cars understand how isolating and debilitating summer weather is for people without cars. i debated for like an hour whether or not to go to a coffee shop to do classwork for a few hours because I haven’t left the house in like 4 or 5 days and I don’t have a desk and staying in bed all day is a depression death trap. and ended up not going because it’s 97 outside and the exhaustion from walking the combined 25ish minutes to get to the bus stop and from the bus stop to the shop in this weather (not including the trip back) is not fucking worth it. im just sitting here kinda taken aback by the thought that people who drive can just choose to go to a place on a whim. and go there in a fourth of the time a bus trip takes. regardless of weather. i love public transit for what it is but in a car-centric country jesus christ does relying on it tank your overall quality of life

[innovapte101]

Best Practices for SAP Implementation Services by Innovapte

The blog highlights best practices for successful SAP implementation, including clear goal setting, using SAP standard features, ensuring clean data migration, thorough testing, strong user training, and continuous post-launch support. Innovapte emphasizes doing it right the first time—with expert guidance and streamlined tools for smoother execution.

[praxisinfosolutions]

Best Practices for SAP S/4HANA Cloud Success

Over the years, SAP has successfully developed and deployed its expertise across various business functions, including sales, finance, human resources, and production. By using its collection of business tools, enterprises can now leverage this SAP expertise in the form of best practices.

With its best practices for SAP S/4 HANA Cloud, enterprises can easily utilize ready-to-use business practices across their core business functions, thus accelerating their pursuit of business excellence.

Through this blog, we will learn the best practices for SAP S/4 HANA and how to use it to achieve business success.

https://praxisinfosolutions.com/blog/best-practices-for-sap-s4hana-cloud-success/

[marketingtoopost]

Real-World SAP BTP Examples & Strategies That Drive Results | NeuVays

Get inspired by real-world SAP BTP examples showcasing how top companies optimize operations and accelerate innovation. At NeuVays, we share actionable strategies and success stories where SAP BTP powers automation, integration, and advanced analytics. Learn how businesses use SAP BTP to enhance customer experiences, streamline workflows, and achieve digital transformation goals. Discover industry-specific use cases and scalable best practices that deliver measurable ROI. Whether you're in retail, manufacturing, or finance, see how SAP BTP solutions are solving complex challenges across industries.

[sap-pulse]

Brownfield vs. Greenfield: Unlocking the Best SAP S/4HANA Migration Strategy

Discover the differences between Greenfield and Brownfield migration approaches to SAP S/4HANA and choose the best strategy for a seamless transition.

[intellicept]

intelligentMDG provides a novel approach to SAP Master Data Governance by integrating cutting-edge capabilities with an easy-to-use interface.

[technology-and-beyond]

A Roadmap to SAP S/4 HANA Implementation Success

Discover a step-by-step guide to achieving successful SAP S/4 HANA implementation. Learn key strategies, best practices, and solutions for a seamless transition.

[ingenx]

As you've seen, SAP services are the catalyst that transforms potential into reality. They bridge the gap between aspirations and achievements, empowering you to navigate the complexities of SAP with confidence and expertise. With SAP services as your trusted partner, you can unlock new levels of efficiency, innovation, and success. Your journey towards SAP mastery begins with the right services.

[orellazalonia]

Tiny Winged Trouble

Summary: You’re only a few inches tall, full of sparkle and mischief. When SHIELD accidentally captures you in a jar, Steve and Bucky are tasked with figuring out what you are. You refuse to speak at first, until Steve gives you a cookie. Now they’re stuck with a clingy, stubborn fairy who calls them “Tree” and “Shadow.” (Steve Rogers x Fairy!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: It was either mermaid reader or fairy reader. Fairy was easier to write soooo… Enjoy! Happy reading!

Main Masterlist | Tiny Trouble Masterlist

You were caught in a jar.

A pickle jar, to be specific. It still smelled faintly of vinegar and dill, which you found personally offensive and not just because fairies are very sensitive to smell.

You were fluttering peacefully through the trees near the outskirts of New York when a group of shouting humans in dark armor leapt out from behind a bush and trapped you in what they called a “containment unit.” You didn’t know what SHIELD was, but their agents were very loud and very rough, and they didn’t even ask your name.

You sat cross-legged at the bottom of the jar, wings tucked in, arms folded across your chest, trying your best to look unimpressed.

And then he walked in. Tall, golden-haired, broad-shouldered, a man who practically radiated kindness and confusion in equal measure. Steve Rogers.

He approached the table with another man behind him, darker, quieter, haunted-eyed but alert watching everything. Bucky Barnes.

“I thought you said there was an artifact,” Steve said slowly, looking at the jar.

“It is,” The agent replied. “It talks.”

You gave the man your most dramatic eye roll.

Steve crouched beside the table, eyes soft, voice careful. “Hi there. What’s your name?”

You turned your head away and said nothing.

Bucky stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. “Do fairies sulk?”

You didn’t like his tone not cruel, just skeptical. So you stuck your tongue out at him and turned invisible.

Bucky jumped slightly. “Okay. That answers that.”

“Hey, hey,” Steve murmured, holding his hands up gently. “We’re not gonna hurt you, promise. You just surprised everyone, that’s all. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Still, you said nothing.

It wasn’t until someone walked by with a coffee and a chocolate chip cookie that you broke your silence. You reappeared instantly, pressed against the glass, eyes wide.

Steve blinked, then laughed softly. “You want one of those?”

You nodded furiously.

Five minutes later, the jar was opened and you bolted straight onto Steve’s shoulder, snatched the cookie chunk he offered, and curled into the crook of his neck like you’d always lived there.

You stayed close after that. Not that they had much of a choice.

You built a tiny hammock out of tissues on their bookshelf. Braided thread into their laces. Tried to “fix” Bucky’s grumpy face with flower petals and got scolded, very softly, for it. You called Steve “Tree” because he was tall and smelled like sap. You called Bucky “Shadow” because he followed you around pretending he wasn’t trying to protect you.

You refused to be studied, refused to go back in any jars, and made it very clear you’d chosen your new home: right between two super soldiers who didn’t know how much they needed something as strange and sweet as you.

Sometimes, you’d land on Bucky’s shoulder when he couldn’t sleep, singing soft, wordless melodies that reminded him of something in the past. Sometimes, you’d perch on Steve’s chest as he read, snuggled into the fabric of his henley like a kitten with wings.

You were tiny, fragile, ridiculous, and completely, utterly theirs.

Even if you still left cookie crumbs everywhere.

-

Steve and Bucky discovered quickly how particular fairies could be. Or maybe it was just you.

See, they realized you were much more stubborn than they had anticipated which caused another one of your sulking moods. It started because you weren’t allowed to use the microwave. Which, in your defense, made no sense.

You weren’t trying to start another fire, that was an accident. And yes, maybe the leftover spaghetti had exploded the last time, but how were you supposed to know that foil was banned? You’d never had a microwave before. You grew up in moss and tree hollows and warm sunlight. Your diet was dew, nectar, and whatever you could barter from passing squirrels.

Now, you wanted popcorn, but Bucky had said no. He had looked down at you with his arms crossed and that stupid I care about you and you’re being ridiculous face, stating, “You almost fried the tower’s circuits last time. Find something from the fruit bowl if you’re hungry.”

You responded with the most dramatic gasp you could manage and fluttered up to the top of the cabinets, crossing your arms with a huff.

Steve tried to step in, intervening gently. “He’s not trying to upset you. He just doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

You didn’t answer. You turned your back with your wings flaring slightly in righteous fairy fury, you refused to acknowledge either of them. Not even when Steve sighed and offered you a piece of shortbread. Not even when Bucky muttered something like “She’s sulking again, isn’t she?”

You remained a furious little sparkle, curled into a puffball of wings and pouting.

Hours passed. You still refused to come down.

They tried tempting you with cookies, with your favorite mug of rose petal tea, with one of Steve’s socks (which you always stole to use as a blanket).

Nothing. You were mad. And fairies, though small, are very good at holding grudges.

By the time night fell, you were still wedged behind a cereal box, curled into a mopey heap. And then… you heard a sound. Thump. It was a soft knock on the cabinet.

You peeked over the edge to find Bucky standing there, holding a tiny plate.

“I made popcorn. Not with the microwave. Just the pan.”

You stared at him.

“I didn’t put salt on it. Figured you’d want to do that yourself.”

He set the plate down gently on the counter, then leaned against it, arms folded.

“…You gonna stay up there forever?” He asked after a pause, tone mild.

You turned invisible.

He smirked. “Cute.”

Moments later, you reappeared beside the popcorn and began nibbling, still silent, still frowning.

Steve walked in just then and paused. “Is that a peace offering or a trap?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Bucky replied.

You muttered something under your breath.

Steve blinked. “Did she just call you a ‘grumpy tin soldier’?”

“I think so,” Bucky said, raising an eyebrow.

You stuffed a piece of popcorn in your mouth and glared at them both, cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Steve crouched beside the counter, eyes warm. “Hey, no one’s mad at you, sweetheart. We just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You looked away before mumbling, “I wanted to make it myself.”

And that was the truth of it. You wanted to prove you could. That you weren’t just tiny and delicate and fluttery. That you could be useful, capable. That you weren’t always the one needing help.

Bucky leaned closer, voice quieter now. “Next time… I’ll show you how.”

You peeked up at him, suspicious.

“You can hold the lid,” He said, tone serious. “That’s an important job.”

“…Fine,” You muttered.

Steve smiled gently, brushing your wing with one careful finger. “We’re proud of you, y’know.”

You huffed, still pretending you weren’t moved before climbing into Bucky’s hand, wings drooping slightly from exhaustion and popcorn forgotten. You curled into his palm with a sigh, tiny fingers gripping the edge of his sleeve.

Still sulking but not as much. And this time, you weren’t alone.

[quintessenceofdust88]

(idk what this is yall. It just came to me and I had to write it. Not particularly Eddie Diaz friendly, but he's not even here, so)

It's a Tuesday night and Tommy can't sleep.

For once, it's not because he misses Evan. No, this time Evan is where he belongs, right in his arms. He is sleeping soundly, more relaxed in slumber than Tommy has seen him awake for weeks now.

That's, partly, what's taking Tommy's sleep away, if he's honest with himself.

Doing his best not to wake Evan up, Tommy untangles himself from his boyfriend (God, it feels so right to be calling Evan that again in his mind), grabs his phone and slips away to his porch, the cool air of the night a welcome sensation.

He stares at his phone. It's 12AM, but he knows it doesn't matter. It never mattered to them. He dials Sal's number and hits the call button.

It doesn't take even ten seconds before he hears his best friend's voice on the other side.

"Everything okay?" He asks right away, cause sure, Tommy knows Sal won't be mad at a midnight call, but he'll worry.

"Yeah, everything's fine", Tommy reassures him, and he hears Sal relaying the message to Gina immediately. Gina is practically Tommy's sister in law, he knows she worries too. "I just... I needed to ask you a question. We're best friends, right?"

"Tommy", Sal says, and by his tone Tommy can tell he's baffled. "Twenty years, man. I think we're past the point of this question"

"I know, just humor me, will you?"

"Fine. Thomas Kinard, you're my best friend. Shall we write it on our diaries too in glitter pens?" He says, and Tommy chuckles lightly, but he does have a point to this.

"Okay, so. If you're very angry at me for some reason, what would you do?" Tommy asks, and then decides to go ahead and just ask what's looping through his mind. "What would it take for you to push me against a wall and threaten to punch me?"

At first, Tommy can hear Sal laugh at the other end of the line, but when Tommy doesn't laugh back, he falls silent. Even though he's not seeing him, Tommy knows there's a thunderous expression in Sal's face right now.

"What's this about?" He asks shrewdly, but Tommy's not ready to tell him yet.

"Just answer the question, please" He says, and Sal sighs.

"I don't know, Tommy, the most likely scenario of that happening would be you being replaced by an alien and I'm trying to figure out if you're the real one. Other than that? Nothing, Tommy. What the hell? We're friends. That's not how friends solve stuff."

"So... Not even if I did something to Gina or the girls?" Tommy pushes.

"Well, first of all that's more unlikely than the alien thing. I know you would never intentionally hurt my family, Tommy. So, no. I'd be pissed, but I'd talk to you. Now tell me what's this about before I send a unit of LAPD to your house to find out who punched you."

Tommy feels a wave of affection for his best friend. He always knew that would be Sal's answer, and hearing it feels good for him, but it makes him feel even worse for Evan.

"It's... Not about me. It's about Ev..." He cuts himself off, but knows it's already too late. "...a hypothetical"

"Hm", Sal offers, and Tommy knows he's not buying it. "Would hypothetical happen to have a birthmark and legs the size of a small country?"

"And happens to be sleeping in my bed right now" Tommy admits, and Sal sighs.

"Fuck, Tommy. Do you know what you're doing? You know I'll support you even when you're an idiot, but I don't wanna see you hurt again, man, that's all"

"I... I know, Sal" Tommy says, and he can't resent his best friend for looking out for him. "But we talked properly this time. We know what to expect from each other. And I love him"

"Yeah, I know you do, you sap" Sal says, but there's no real heat to it. "How's he holding up? He and Nash were real close, weren't they?"

The irony of Sal asking that question before any of the 118 doesn't go unnoticed by Tommy, but he doesn't want to share too much without Evan's permission.

"He's... Not great", Tommy admits that much. "It doesn't help that, unlike me, he has a very shitty best friend"

"Yeah, well, lucky for him, he has a great boyfriend who also has a very great and handsome best friend" Sal says, and Tommy rolls his eyes fondly. "You should bring him over this weekend. The girls miss you and Gina will want to interrogate him again because the first time doesn't count anymore"

'Damn right!', Tommy hears Gina add on the background, and he laughs.

"I'll check when he's free and text you, sounds good? We'll bring dessert"

"You better. Tell Buckley he'll have five Delucas to impress all over again. Chocolate is the way to go"

"Will do." Tommy promises. "And Sal? I love you, man"

"Yeah, yeah, don't go all mushy on me", Sal grumbles, but then his voice softens. "Love you too, Tommy. Take care"

They hang up, but Tommy doesn't go straight to bed. The story Evan told him, about how Diaz told him he was making Bobby's death about himself, had left a bitter taste in his mouth that has only gotten worse now that he was reassured that, no, in fact, there are no circumstances where it's okay for a best friend to physically assault the other.

Now how to give Evan the message?

[neckromantics]

We don't talk enough about how absolutely devastating and romantic and hot the idea is that Astarion would know the scent of your blood anywhere.

How quickly he would notice when you've even the slightest of nics? When, no matter how focused on anything else he might be at the time, he always comes to check it out?

You'll be peeling a piece of apple with your pocket knife when it slips in your grip. The sharp edge of the blade slices a shallow cut into the meat of your thumb, and you inhale sharply through your nose even though it barely hurts at all. Instinct has you sucking your injured digit into your mouth with a soft curse– the sweet juice of the fruit you were snacking on quickly overpowered by the metallic twang of blood.

You nearly jump out of your skin when he appears over you not a moment later. He makes some offhand comment about how careless you are. Takes hold of your injured hand and tuts like he intends to tease, but he isn't fooling anyone.

He stands so close, jaw ticking as he clenches his teeth, a tension in his shoulders that tells you he's doing everything in his power to keep composure. Your blood calls to him like a moth to a flame, and as funny as you find it in the moment, you don't have the heart to tease him for it. It's actually kind of endearing.

He'd only get quicker in noticing as time passes.

Especially after you've been traveling together for a few years, and he's come to know your scent better than his own. Which only makes sense considering how often he's got his nose pressed to some part of you. (He thinks you smell good.)

At this point, when you get injured in battle, he often catches the fragrance before you've even processed that you've been hit.

He'd suck in a sharp breath through his teeth– a hiss so loud that it catches your attention just enough for you to spare him a glance as you fight.

It's all you need to see just how blown his pupils are from where you're standing, mostly because his gaze is laser locked onto you to second you search for him. His movements turn faster. Deadlier, as he scans the field before you. Determined. Hungry. Angry. He's searching for the sorry wretch that dared to get the best of you– that dared spill even a drop of his beloved's precious blood upon the soil.

You've already taken them down, of course. Poor sap might have gotten a good dig in at your shoulder, but ultimately didn't stand a chance once he properly pissed you off.

Astarion's eyes go heavy.

Half-lidded in that special way of his and only darkening further as he appraises you. You can practically feel it as he follows the line of your throat, zeroes in on your pulse point for a moment, before settling to watch the warm crimson that's beginning to soak into the sleeve of your tunic.

You see a bit of concern in those eyes, but then he sees your smile and– A flash of hot, honeyed desire catches you by surprise.

You suddenly can't tell if it's just the blood loss making you woozy or if he's about to make you swoon like a maiden from an old romance novel. You try (and fail) to keep a straight face when he sinks his dagger into his final opponent's neck without so much as a glance their way.

There's a splash of red against pale white skin, and a lifeless body dropping to the grass by his feet. Your heart stutters in your chest, and he all but moans in response to the sound of it. A mere four paces and he's on you– hands and teeth and tongue exploring every inch of your exposed skin, ripping open parts of your armor to gain better access, like you're not stood in a field of gore and ruin and freshly spilled blood.

You cling to him like a lifeline.

Before he drags you away to camp– to a warm tent and a soft bedroll where he can have his way with you for as long as you and your mortal body will allow him– he has you down a potion of healing or two.

And it's a good thing one of you has a Lesser Restoration spell handy somehow, cause you're most definitely gonna need it.

[captain-huggy-bear]

A Love that Gives, Gives, Gives

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Toplessness/nudity but completely non-sexual, just intimate/tender

Summary: Sometimes you think you have the perfect fitting bra and it turns out that it's actually a traitor in disguise. Sometimes your boyfriend is personally offended that an article of clothing would hurt you so much because he's a sap.

Notes: Reader's skin goes red from the pressure of the bra band so apologies if this isn't what happens for you i'm just basing it off my experience as someone who's skin goes bright red.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

There's a special sort of excitement as you get older about seemingly boring and uninteresting things like new underwear. A new fun pair of socks makes your day a bit better, new knickers make you feel more put together than the old ratty ones in your drawer and a new bra make you feel more confident, like you can take on the entire world.

Today is no exception, you had gone into your long day with a sense of confidence thanks to a new underwear set. It had fit just right, or it had originally felt like it had fit just right, when you'd put it on at 6am before going to work. Either way, in that first moment of the day, you'd felt like a bad bitch and like you could take on anything.

Your day had been long, like normal you were out of the house from 6am until near 6pm, and in that time the comfort of your new bra had shifted to a discomforting sort of torment. A level of discomfort that had fallen into pain.

If there was one thing you cursed about being a woman it was the inconsistency of bras. How you could buy the same size in different places and find that they all fit differently, how one style could fit perfectly and another could be torturous, what you hated even more than that was that a bra could feel comfortable and like it fit right for the first few hours, for the time that you tried it on, only to betray you later in the day when it was too late.

This bra had done just that. Perhaps it had been that the band was too narrow? Or maybe that the straps were too tight? Or the style was just the wrong sort for you? Whatever the root cause, by the end of the day you could feel the band of your new bra digging into the skin of your side and back so harshly that you were certain it would be imbedded in you forever if you didn't get it off immediately.

You were quick as you unlocked the apartment door, slamming it a little too hard behind you as you kicked off your shoes, dumped your work bags on the floor without much care and began to rush past Quinn who had sat up from his space lounging on the sofa to greet you.

"Hey, baby," You barely acknowledged him, not more than a grunt as you passed and he frowned. Those green eyes of his following your hurried footsteps to where you disappeared into the bedroom.

It wasn't really a choice that he found himself up and following behind you, leaning against the doorframe of your shared bedroom. More of a compulsion really, an unthinking action, something he couldn't have not done if he tried. Where you went, he followed. You weren't always in the best of moods when you got home, but when you weren't in a good mood you usually sought him out, curling up into his lap as soon as you could for comfort. It was unusual for you to practically ignore him and it left a bad taste in his mouth, a worry that festered.

You feel bad for practically ignoring him, but the burning discomfort of cotton and lace digging into your skin was a more pressing matter, literally. You can feel Quinn's eyes on you from the doorway as you rush to peel out of your work dress in such haste that Quinn's almost certain he hears a rip as you shrug it off your shoulders.

He watches as you reach back, fingers fumbling with your bra clasp and slipping each time despite the years of experience with it. It's your urgency, the frustrated whine you let you that has him stepping forward and reaching for you unthinking, not questioning why this is so urgent but knowing it.

He has the clasp undone in half a second, and the gasp he lets out is as sharp and loud as your sound of relief when the bra falls away from your body and to the floor. Your skin is indented, a divot where the band of your bra had dug in over the day, flesh bright red, every stitch mark clear as day on the surface. It looks so uncomfortable to Quinn, painful and he can tell by your relief that it is.

"Baby..." There's abject concern in his tone, a quiet sort of worry that can be heard in his voice but also felt in the way his fingers barely graze your side. Fingertips careful and cautious as he traces the edge of the welts in your side.

"It's fine...I just clearly brought the wrong size...or style or something..." You lift your arm, looking at your skin in the mirror as you say this. It doesn't reassure Quinn, in fact your casual disregard for your own comfort pisses him off.

"It's not fine." Quinn's tone is short, clipped. His hands find the dip of your waist pulling you back against his chest, chin dipping down so he can press soft kisses to your shoulder, as if it will erase the discomfort of your skin, "Burn it."

"Quinn, I just bought it! It cost like $80!" The price itself makes you wince, $80 on something that seemed to fit but actually couldn't be worn comfortably for more than a few hours no matter how pretty it was.

"So? It hurt you, it can go in the trash and i'll buy you a more comfortable bra, one that won't do this," His hands trail up from your waist, over your skin until they meet the welts in your side. He's gentle, so, so gentle, as he massages little circles into the red marks. "Or, you can go without, who needs bras anyway?" He grumbles into your skin like bras were a personal affront to him. In that moment they felt like they were, anything that hurt his girlfriend was personally offensive.

"Quinn, I can't go around work with my nipples out. It's highly unprofessional." You roll your eyes at him even as you relax into his touch. His fingers are just cool enough that they provide a sense of relief against your burning skin. It's almost like he thinks he can massage the marks away, that if he caresses them enough they'll disappear.

"Okay, so just wear those bras that are stretchy." He thinks to the bra in your drawer, the one that you've managed to fall asleep in before, that never left marks on your skin

"You mean my bralettes? The ugly, shapeless things?" You think of the white that's now off-white from overuse, the fabric pilling, the elastic overstretched from wear. It's not exactly a bra you consider sexy, something practical instead, comfortable.

"They're not ugly. They're comfortable." He mumbles it into your neck, beard scratching your skin and making you twitch. His fingers are running along the indents in your side, giving up on small circles, and going for long strokes instead.

"I...I just wanted to wear something pretty."

"You're pretty enough on your own, baby," Quinn's kisses travel up your neck, pressing into your jaw and cheek as if he can kiss the thought into you, as if he can make you believe it with just a few presses of his lips, "but...if it's that important, we'll go get you fitted properly at one of those fancy lingerie stores and I'll buy you all the pretty bras you want as long as they don't hurt you."

"Really?" You catch his eye in the mirror, the look he gives you is soft and sincere, eyes crinkling at the edges. Quinn's good with his money, responsible, but he loves to spoil you, even more so because you don't expect it or ask for it. Even more so because you're so careful with your own money.

"Mmmhmm, still prefer you without a bra, but I can compromise, for you." He smirks as you twist to whack him in his shoulder, he laughs as his hands slip back to your waist.

"Quinn." Your voice is a bad attempt at sounding disapproving, the slight laughter you're trying to hide still coming out from underneath as you frown at him.

"First things first though," You watch as Quinn slips to his knees in front of you, still tall enough that he reaches the centre of your chest. There's something about him on his knees like that, looking up at you from beneath long lashes that feels devotional, like he's praying at an altar or shrine. It feels practically blasphemous and makes your stomach flip nervously.

"What are doing?" Your hand fingers his hair without much thought on your part, fingers glinding through dark waves, nails lightly scratching his scalp in a way that makes his eyelashes flutter.

"Kissing it better, then you're going to get into one of those really oversized t-shirts I have and we're going to watch your favourite movie and i'm going to order your favourite take-out."

"All because of my bra?"

"Mmhmm, gotta look after my girl."

He doesn't entertain your conversation any further, Quinn's lips trail over waist before they meet the left side of your ribs. He kisses across angry, red skin, warm to the touch from the pooling of blood under your skin. He takes his time as your eyes flutter close, revelling in the simple quiet intimacy, the tenderness as he cares for you. It's perhaps all in your head, but you think every kiss seems to erase a little bit more pain, a little bit more discomfort.

Your nails trail across the back of his neck as he shifts, lips pressing kisses across your ribs until he reaches the marks on your right side. He's as careful, as gentle as before as he presses kisses over the deep red grooves, nose brushing the skin lightly as he goes. It sets an ache of the best kind in your chest, an ache of affection of love, for this man who will supplicate himself to you, who will press kisses to your skin over something as simple as a too tight bra.

Until Quinn you'd never known this sort of love, all consuming, but not loud. Quiet, gentle. The sort of love that seeks to provide for you in every way imaginable even when you argue, even when you fight. The sort of love that sees all your broken and tender parts and just seeks to soften them, soothe them. A sort selfless love that seeks to give, give, give.

"I love you..." You whisper it, the quiet atmosphere too tender and delicate for anything louder. Your thumbs moving to rub against his cheeks as Quinn places one last kiss on your skin before looking up at you like you've hung the moon.

You're not entirely sure what you did in a past life to deserve Quinn and the sort of love that he gives you, but you choose not to question it. Scared that if you do it will disappear like a puff of smoke.

Quinn is no less gentle when he rises to his feet and guides you by the hand to your bed, no less gentle when he finds the biggest, softest t-shirt he can find and helps you slip it over your head.

His love for you is evident when he puts your favourite movie on without asking what one it is again, its evident when you hear him on the phone ordering your exact favourite takeout order, not forgetting a single item off the list. He doesn't need to say it, it's evident in all his actions, still he does. He mumbles it into your hair as you curl up together in front of the television.

For Quinn there is no greater goal in life than making you feel seen, known, loved and he does it so effortlessly.

[flawssy-227]

All I Do - Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: All Joel does, is think about you OR Joel asks you to move in.

pairing: Joel miller x f!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: no outbreak au, Sarah mentioned, kissing, established relationship. fluff

note: 18+, I will always do my best to leave the reader description as vague as possible (albeit female, but I am a woc, so will also always have woc in mind in my writing) lmk what you think

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Joel wasn’t sure when he had fallen head over heels in love with you, but lately it was all he could think about. How wholly, deeply, and emphatically he was in love with you. Looking over at your sleeping form, you were damn near angelic. Your lashes brushed against your cheekbones and your lips made the sweetest shape while you dozed. How did he get so lucky? He’s even more surprised you feel the same way about him. That you’ve practically moved in with him and Sarah. That was something he needed to make permanent, he thought. Why were you even keeping your place if you were here every weekend. He wasn’t a religious man, but he had considered lighting a candle to pray you would always feel that way.

He wasn’t even looking for a relationship when he met you. After things with Sarah’s mom ended years ago, he had tried to date, mostly from Tommy and Maria’s urging, but things never felt right. Usually, if anything, his dates would end up with hollow and empty sex. But he never felt an emotional connection. He would never admit it to Sarah or Tommy or his mom, but late at night, he would crave intimacy, connection, another person to just do life with. And then he met you.

It was Sunday morning and Joel was up, watching as the sun made its ascent to the top of the sky. He watched as blocks of light danced across your skin, the heat from the sun causing you to wake up slowly. The little full body cat stretch you did when you woke up naturally was the most endearing thing Joel had seen, something that made his heart flutter when he thought of you. At this point, all he did was think about you.

You finally opened your eyes when you were done stretching, humming when you saw Joel was still in bed with you. Usually he was up before you, showering or helping Sarah with breakfast. You pushed to sit up with him, shifting so you could shift your weight against his and placing a small kiss against his shoulder.

“Good morning, handsome,” you offered, voice cracking from hours of sleep.

Another thing he loved, he thought. How you sound when you first wake up.

Joel instinctively reached for your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a light peck.

“Missed you.”

Now you were laughing, the sound making Joel smile widely and the feeling waking you up a bit more.

“You missed me?” you question, wondering how he could miss you when you literally hadn’t left his side for the last 8 hours in bed, and the 5 or so before that when you had watched a movie and had dinner with him and Sarah. “We’ve been together for the past 12 hours, babe.”

Joel just looks at you and shrugs. “Doesn’t count if you were sleeping for most of it.”

You hum softly at the notion of him missing while you were sleeping. “Joel Miller. The big sap.”

The grunt Joel makes is his attempt at sounding unlike the big sap he definitely is. He couldn’t help it though, outside of Sarah, you were all that mattered to him. And frankly, he was tired of spending so much damn time apart.

“Can ya blame me?” Joel asks, shifting his body so he’s leaning over you, effectively caging you in between his strong arms.

You playfully roll your eyes at him despite that familiar pull in your lower belly. “You’re ridiculous, Joel.” You both knew you didn’t mean it, even if he was being a little ridiculous, it still made your heart warm. You started to let your hands trail up and down the arms that were still caging your body in, sighing dreamily. 

“Not bein’ ridiculous,” he huffed. “We spend far too much time apart, darlin’.” Joel looked into your eyes, nothing but devotion between the two of you, and leaned down to let his lips meet yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle and Joel made a delighted noise at the way you tasted. Even first thing in the morning you were heavenly. Add it to the list.

He pulled away and cleared his throat, moving to sit back next to you. He scratched his jaw and looked out his bedroom window, the sun continuing to rise. You frowned, noticing the shift in his mood and leaned to face him.

“What’s wrong?”

His eyes met yours again, softening slightly which made your heart beat faster, those subtle changes you couldn’t help but notice every time he looked at you.

“Just thinkin’.”

“Uh-oh.”

Joel grunted and rolled his eyes at that. “Hilarious darlin’.” He looked deep in thought, but you just grinned, loving to tease your boyfriend just a bit. When he was silent for a beat too long, you figured maybe this wasn’t a teasing occasion.

You smiled softly, reaching over to cradle his face. He leaned in closer, letting his hand trace down your waist to lay possessively on your hip. You breathed him in, loving the way your scent and his intermingled while you slept, heavily mixed in the sheets and surrounding the both of you.

You kissed him gently again, unable to help yourself but forcing yourself not to get distracted by his lips. “Seriously Joel, what’s on your mind?” you pressed, always wanting you and him to have open communication. He could come to you for anything without fear of judgement.

You could tell he was nervous but you stayed patient, knowing whatever it was, he would open up when he was ready.

“I really did miss you,” Joel whispered, tightening his grip around you. “I miss you all the time. I was- I was thinking you should go ahead and move in here, if you want.” He looked in your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction. You met him with silence, wanting him to continue.

“We just… talk everyday, all day, and you have your place so I get that you wanna be there, and you should if you’re still payin’ rent. But I figure we’re already in love and even though you spend every weekend here, it ain’t enough for me anymore. All I do is think about you. When I wake up I wish you were here. When I come home from a long day at a site, I just want to curl up with you on the couch.”

Your eyes shined with unshed tears. You wanted to melt into a puddle at Joel’s words. You knew he was in love with you, it only took a few weeks of dating for him to confess, much to your glee. You also knew that over the last few months, the love you two shared had grown into something much deeper and intimate. It was something you had never felt before with anyone else. You knew it was special. You were ready for more in your relationship, but you didn’t want to push him too fast. He never really said it, but you could tell he still had some leftover trauma and trust issues from Sarah’s mom–who could blame him?

You were still silent while thinking about how damn in love with him you were, making him shake his head with regret. “Or-or not. Is it too soon?”

You shook your head no, smiling against wet tears that you couldn’t contain. “No, not at all, baby,” your grin completely took over your face. “Not too soon. I just can’t believe you’re so obsessed with me.” Tears were still escaping your eyes, but your teasing tone was back, making Joel huff out a sigh of relief. “I would love to move in with you, Joel. My lease is up next month, anyway.”

He let out a displeased sound at that. “Really? I don’t remember you mentionin’ that.”

“Didn’t wanna put too much pressure on us,” you shrugged. “It’s still so early.”

Joel held you a little bit tighter. “It’s early, but it’s different with us, yeah? Wanting to be with each other more isn’t a bad thing.”

You nodded at that, falling into a comfortable silence as you remained cuddled in each other's arms.

Joel groaned, shifting to get out of bed, mumbling something about starting a pot of coffee before you reached for him, leaning up to press another delicate kiss to his lips. He dreamt of this, having someone like you in his bed, in his heart; someone who he could share life with. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in as if he hadn’t spent hours as close as humanly possible next to you.

“Joel,” you sighed, pressing your lips to his neck. “I missed you too.”

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

I GET YOU

rafe cameron x fem!reader

( moodboard does NOT depict readers appearance !! )

WARNINGS: none? i can’t really think of anything, just pure fluff! soft!rafe :’) maybe the slightest mention of worrying about what others think/fear of being judged? lmk if i missed anything !!

SUMMARY: rafe and weird!reader are one of the strangest couples in the obx. nobody has any clue how the cunning and cruel rafe cameron is dating the epitome of sunshine. but rafe just gets her, and she just gets him🫶

based on this ask !! i hope you enjoy 🍮🍒 anon, and i hope it was what you asked for, and i added in that the reader makes jewellery and collects sonny’s angels :) and sorry for the late post !! <3

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

THIRD PERSON +

The Outer Banks sun was blazing overhead as Y/N wandered down the streets of Kildare Island. The vibrant clinking of her many bracelets echoed softly in the quiet cul-de-sac as she adjusted her brightly colored tote bag over her shoulder. It was filled to the brim with craft supplies—beads of every color, rolls of thread, and the newest addition to her collection: two tiny Sonny’s Angels figurines she’d found at a small thrift shop on the mainland.

She was a walking burst of color. Her patchwork denim jeans were covered in hand-sewn floral patterns, her lime-green tank top layered over a long-sleeved baby tee, and her hair was adorned with barrette clips in the shape of stars and hearts. The contrast between her aesthetic and the neutral, coastal tones of the OBX locals was stark. She stuck out like a sore thumb—and she didn’t care.

And Rafe Cameron loved her for it.

From his perch on the porch steps of Tannyhill, Rafe’s blue eyes tracked her approach, his lips quirking into a soft, almost amused smile. He watched as she practically skipped up the gravel driveway, clutching her tote bag like it held treasure.

“Rafey!” she called out, her voice a melodic lilt that never failed to make his chest ache in the best way. “Guess what I found!”

He chuckled, standing up and brushing off his khaki shorts. “What, another one of those creepy little baby dolls?”

She gasped in mock outrage, clutching her heart. “They’re not creepy! They’re little angels, and they’re adorable. Look!” She yanked the two figurines from her bag and held them up like prized possessions. One was dressed as a strawberry, the other as a little chef.

Rafe leaned down, squinting at the tiny figures in her hands. “Yeah, adorable is one way to put it,” he teased, but his grin betrayed his words.

“Don’t be mean,” she said, poking his chest lightly. Her rings sparkled in the sunlight as she did so. “You just don’t understand their charm.”

“I don’t,” he admitted with a shrug, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest. “But I understand you, and that’s enough for me.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she buried her face in his chest. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Only for you.”

The two of them stood like that for a moment, swaying slightly in the breeze. The Cameron estate was quiet; Ward and Rose were off on one of their trips, and Sarah was, well, doing whatever Sarah did these days. It left Rafe and Y/N in a little bubble of their own, untouched by the world’s judgments.

“You wanna help me make something?” Y/N asked, pulling back slightly to look up at him.

“Make what?”

“A bracelet!” She stepped out of his arms, already rummaging through her bag. “I got these new beads, and I think they’d look great with your eyes.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “You wanna make me a bracelet?”

“Why not?” she said, grinning. “It’s not like you’re gonna wear it in public or anything. Unless…” Her grin turned mischievous.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, though his tone was light.

She giggled, plopping down on the porch steps and spreading her supplies out like an artist preparing her canvas. Rafe followed, sitting beside her and watching as her nimble fingers worked to thread beads onto a piece of elastic.

“Why do you do this?” he asked after a while, his voice soft.

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestured to her array of beads, figurines, and tiny tools. “All of it. The bright clothes, the crafts… you’re not exactly like anyone else around here.”

She paused, looking up at him with a small smile. “Because it makes me happy,” she said simply. “I like colours. I like making things. It’s who I am.”

Rafe nodded, taking her answer in stride. He’d always admired her confidence in being herself, even when people whispered about her behind her back or shot her strange looks in town. It was a level of self-assuredness he wasn’t sure he’d ever reach.

“You know,” she said after a moment, stringing a star-shaped bead onto the bracelet, “a lot of people think it’s weird that we’re together.”

“They’re idiots.”

She laughed, a light, airy sound that made his heart swell. “I know that. But still… you’re Rafe Cameron. People expect you to date, like, the cheerleader type. Not someone who spends their weekends thrifting for doll clothes.”

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle, his fingers brushing against the plastic barrette clipped in her hair. “Let them think what they want,” he said firmly. “You make me happy. That’s all that matters.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re too good to me, Rafe Cameron.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a smirk, though the teasing edge in his voice was softened by the way he gazed at her like she hung the stars in the sky.

She finished the bracelet a few minutes later, tying it off and holding it up for inspection. It was a mix of blue and white beads, with a single star charm in the center. “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” he said, letting her slide it onto his wrist. The contrast between the delicate bracelet and his rugged, calloused hands was almost laughable, but he wore it with pride.

“You look so cute,” she cooed, taking his hand in hers to admire her handiwork.

“Don’t push it,” he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting to the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. “You know, I used to think no one would ever get me,” she admitted quietly. “Like, really get me.”

Rafe turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. “I get you,” he said simply.

She smiled, tilting her head up to kiss him softly. “Yeah,” she whispered against his lips. “You do.”

The world around them seemed to fade away as they sat together on the porch steps, wrapped in their own little universe. It didn’t matter what the rest of the Outer Banks thought of them. They had each other, and that was more than enough.

For the first time in a long time, Rafe Cameron felt like he could be himself. And for Y/N, that was the greatest gift of all.

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this was so so cute and so much fun to write !! i LOVE weird girl!reader soooo much and this was just the CUTEST🥹 i really hope this was what you wanted 🍮🍒 anon and i hope i got the aesthetics correct :) as always, please like and reblog as it means the WORLD to me <333

[leyiorr]

i wonder what i look like in your eyes.

gojo ⋮ geto ⋮ sukuna ⋮ toji ⭑ how they see you and what you are to them.

¡! wc: 1.1k

¡! genre: tooth-rotting fluff, awful + contagious cases of lovesick men, you're literally their reason for existence

¡! an: i dropped this on another account but then abandoned it so its being posted here lolz!

☆ - satoru gojo ⋮ a nebula

when it comes to satoru, he's always been alone in his orbit. a level of his own. he's a god among the mortal race; both blessed and cursed to walk the earth. he's his own galaxy - the brightest and the boldest.

yet his galaxy is unbearably lonely. it's expansive, a cosmic canvas of infinite possibilites. it's an inky black celestial wonder, one that leaves a hollow feeling in his chest.

until he meets you, and you become the only being in existence allowed to orbit with him. you're his nebula, chaotic and disorted yet so effortlessly the most beautiful element of his galaxy.

you blaze in brilliant, radiant light; core searing it's permeant place in the midnight backdrop. you illuminate the space with shades of the deepest indigo and violets, mingled with wisps of turquoise and teal. crimson and oranges are vibrant in your centre.

the colour stretches into the void forming intricate patters, ones he finds himself untangling to better understand you.

in the silence of space, your nebula spoke volumes; comforting him at his worst, lulling his mind into dreamless sleep. your edges are softer, the colours more muted as you bleed into him. no one can tell where you begin and he ends.

you are so so small in comparison to the void, but so unbearably bright that you light it all with practiced ease. he tends to watch in awe as you decorate his solar system; nursing new stars to weave into his soul.

with you there, his universe becomes easier to live in, easier to navigate. you're a cloud of interstellar stardust - held together by the gravitational attraction of satoru's galaxy.

☆ - suguru geto ⋮ the artist

to suguru, you're the best thing that's happened to him. ever.

anyone who sees him with you knows. they know he's infatuated, enamoured. he's so far gone that people often think that he's been blinded by love, but he has simply never felt an emotion so intense.

with you he thinks he truly sees the world in all it's glory, innocent and pure. with you he traverses unpolluted by the atrocities of the world, you who colours his world.

he looks at you like you personally hang the stars in the sky when night rolls around, like you paint the sorbet sunsets by hand. he stares at you adoringly, as if you chose the colour of the sea and dusted white on the peaks of mountains to keep them warm.

he peers at you like you solely gift the flowers with their petals, dipping them in shades you deem beautiful enough. like you create the sand from scratch and lay it in pretty semi-lunar shapes next to the ocean.

he gazes at you like diamonds were invented in tribute to your tears, like you drew the prettiest landscapes alone in the quiet, before the age of humanity.

he studies you like you've sculpted the very shape of his heart - every ventricle and atrium handcrafted with your pretty fingers. as if his very existence was molded by you, hence why you fit so perfectly together; two pieces of a puzzle.

he could stare at you for hours and days on end, eyes full of love for the person who introduces him to a plethora of hues and tones that he imprints on the back of his eyelids when he sleeps.

☆ - ryomen sukuna ⋮ the breath of life

sukuna is not a good person. everybody knows that. he's taken innocent lives, sapping their energy like it's nothing. he's all-powerful; he stands amongst the deities - gods who have the capacity to bend fate to their will.

but after millennia of having everything under his rule, he's gotten bored. he has servants to order as he pleases but nothing they do entertains him. the god of death is bored, embarrassingly so.

until he acquires something known as a significant other, the other half of his soul as the humans say. you're his breath of life, a release of old, stagnant energy. it's as if you breathe vitality into everything you touch, all life forms flocking to you naturally.

you're so much softer than he, touch delicate yet profound, an ethereal caress that lights sparks in his eyes. he tends to linger quietly by your side when you walk in the garden he constructed just for you - though he would never tell you that.

wildflowers are coaxed into bloom with you around, their colours a testament to your nurturing touch. the dew-laden grass basks in your presence, gleaming a shade brighter than before. even the trees seem to gravitate toward you, branches reaching for you as you pass by, their leaves sighing in contentment.

sukuna's convinced the waves follow your pace, each push and pull matches your breathing.

you were the essence of renewal. his world had found it's pulse, it's rhythm, as you dance the unending dance of life in the centre. you sustain his beating heart, so sukuna's oddly content with merely watching.

☆ - toji fushiguro ⋮ a lover

toji sees you as not only a lover, but the lover. the only one he will have in this life and the next. there's no after you. it's a forever kinda thing.

something so simple as the title of 'lover' is so complex for toji, a man who's a veteran assassin, a man who previously had no regard for anyone else.

you're the only person toji promises to protect, to never lie to, to make happy for as long as his heart pumps and his chest rises with each breath. you're a miracle gifted to him by the gods - though he doesn't know what he's done to deserve it.

he's rough around the edges but with your standing as 'lover', you smooth him out.

he subconsciously thinks of you, always worrying for your satefy. you must be a deep ocean of the emotion known as 'passion' because he's willingly drowning, not even looking for shore.

toji looks at you like you're an extension of himself, the other half of him that the deities intended for him to find. he can't remember times before you or imagine a future without you.

he makes a deal of reminding you that you are his, just as he is completely and utterly yours. as his lover you hold his bloody, beating heart in your hands; he knows you'll keep it safe.

he stares at you like you'll disappear; like he's not even sure you actually exist. you love a man like him after all - that's a miracle in itself.