#Sweet and soft

[steviewashere]

Early Morning Lover

Rating: General CW: None!!! Tags: Post-Canon, Ambiguous Timeline, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mostly Comfort, Fluff, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Soft Boys, Eddie Munson Being Brave, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Love Confessions, Short and Sweet, Domestic Something short and sweet and honestly probably a little lame, but I needed something fresh while I worked on WIPs this weekend, so. Yeah. You get this <3 (Also, this is exactly 1.5k words and that is so incredibly sexy, you have no idea.)

❤️—————❤️ Steve lays on his belly when he’s sleeping. And he drools. And he snores through his mouth. He hugs the pillow under his head. His hair is a fluffy, teased mess around him—bangs nearly sweeping over his eyes. Most of his face is slack with sleep, but his eyebrows flex to match whatever’s going on in his head; furrowing for the nightmares, jumping up with a muffled groan at something good.

Eddie could watch him for hours.

There are moles cascading over Steve’s shoulders, biceps, spattered over his back like stars dotting the night sky. He has a slight hunch to the top of his spine, even laying down—Eddie wonders if his upper back ever aches…maybe he could do with a massage. His comforter swamps halfway over his thighs and bottom. The pajama pants he wears every night, some thinning, pilling plaid things are tight to the gentle layer of fat around Steve’s hips and lower stomach, but they’re slung just low enough that when he twitches to his side, the hair leading from his belly button downwards is exposed.

He flutters his feet in his sleep. Rubbing them against each other. Steve doesn’t wear socks to bed. Claims they suffocate him, that he gets too hot. Eddie’s the exact opposite, sometimes his feet are sprawled across Steve’s calves; he has to hope that he isn’t causing him to overheat.

Steve’s snoring is merely just small puffs of warm air. Poof…poof…poof. And then his chest stills for a moment. Then—“Humph”…poof…poof. His hands flex around his pillow when he catches his breath again.

Eddie loves him so bad, the feeling spilling from inside and outwardly expressed in his soft stare, the small smile he doesn’t realize constantly creeps up on his face until he sets it neutral, his head resting in his hand while they eat their meals. Steve spills things on himself a lot. He uses straws to drink everything because he nearly chokes on everything. When he thinks nobody’s watching, Steve will “scratch” the inside of his nose and then use a tissue to finish the job…as if he couldn’t use one from the beginning.

He hasn’t told Steve that he loves him.

Just one of those assumed things.

Steve hasn’t said it either. His lips curl around his teeth like he’s gearing up to say the words, but then he psyches himself out. Eddie sees him lose the words, let the thought go. He doesn’t blame him. It’s a hard thing, getting those words out.

Hence why he hasn’t said them himself.

But Steve’s been brave a lot—sometimes in stupid ways, but brave nonetheless—so maybe it’s his turn to show bravery.

Now, gently, Eddie reaches his hand to the hunch of Steve’s back. Swipes his hand with barely a breath between skin—strokes it down to the slight give to the small of his back. Those moles kissed Eddie’s palm, each one raised and just as warm as the rest of Steve. He sweeps his thumb. Loves the way Steve stutters in response to him.

And then hums.

And then smiles in his sleep.

And relaxes.

God.

“I love you,” Eddie whispers, “I love you so much, sweetheart.” He drags his fingertips over the notches of Steve’s spine. It’s bumpy. There’s some peach fuzz on Steve’s shoulder blades, just noticeable.

Steve doesn’t respond.

Eddie only scoots closer. Enough he can lay his entire arm against the curve of Steve’s spine. “I love you,” he whispers again, barely puffs it.

This time, Steve’s nose scrunches in response. Almost like he’s reacting to morning breath.

He traces his fingers over the back of Steve’s neck, up the side to under his ear, and curves it over his hairline—sweeping the hair nearly falling. Steve smiles again. Enough that it scrunches the corners of his eyes. His smile lines are deep and beautiful. Eddie’s favorite moles bunch with the smile.

“I love you,” Eddie murmurs, “I love you”—and he keeps sweeping back Steve’s hair, combing it now with his entire palm. “So much I wanna scream. So much I wanna tell the whole world. Everybody should know, baby, everybody should know who I get to keep,” he says quietly, “because I love you.”

Finally, “Yeah?” Steve croaks. His eyes squeeze together tightly, protesting against the sunlight through his window. “‘M your baby.”

Eddie kisses Steve’s left shoulder. He’s so warm. “Yeah you are,” he mutters, “and I love you. Did you hear that part?”

A hand leaves the pillow under Steve’s head. Reaching out clumsily for Eddie’s face, fingers catching in hair. He scrunches his palm. “You…you’re my baby,” Steve mumbles.

“Stevie?”

“Mm…hm?”

“Open your eyes for me, baby,” Eddie lightly requests. “I wanna see your gorgeous eyes. Gotta tell you somethin’.”

Slowly, Steve flutters his eyes. His eyelashes are long and dark against his face, perfectly framing his giant, drooping, shiny hazel eyes. He blearily finds Eddie’s. And he smiles—again. This small, perfect, careful thing. Private, too. Just for them. “Hi, Eds,” he whispers.

“Hey yourself.” Eddie can feel that smile on his own face, the one for the dining table, the one for when Steve’s not looking, for when his feelings get too big for his chest. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“You can tell me anythin’, you know that.”

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it, too.” He swipes Steve’s hair back, keeps it held to the top of his head. To capture the darkness of his eyebrows, the light wrinkles starting to etch into his forehead, the other moles and freckles he’s never been able to fully catch. Perfection. “I love you, Steve.”

The reaction he gets is not really the reaction he was expecting.

Steve’s eyes widen, now fully awake and alert. Then, his chin and lower lip wobble. And he bursts into snotty, clogging tears. “Really?” he squeaks, “you do? You love me?”

Eddie makes a soft cooing sound. Something between a click of his tongue and the lower end of a whine. He reaches both hands for Steve’s face, cupping him gently, and begins to thumb away his tears. His cheeks blotch up when he’s crying, the thin skin under his eyes getting shiny, and his nose begins to run, too. All and all, Steve is still perfect. Every last bit of him. A gentle guy who deserves the softness, the commitment of a gentle love.

“Of course I love you, sweet thing,” Eddie whispers, “how could I not love you?”

“Because I—I’m me?” Steve manages to choke out, his breath catching on a sob before he can fully grasp it.

He firmly squishes at Steve’s face. “That’s exactly why I love you, Steve. Because you’re you. I fell in love with you, not anybody else.”

Steve moves too quick for Eddie to prepare for him, swaddling them in a giant, sobbing, warm embrace. His mouth is right next to Eddie’s ear. Crying, big and bubbling, “I love you, too Ed…Eddie. God, I love you.”

Eddie has his hands again on Steve’s back, running them up and down his spine, knuckles tracing over his moles all over again. He turns his head, angled and rough, and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth—wet with his tears, still stuttering. “I know, baby boy,” he murmurs, “I feel it, Stevie…shhh, sweetheart…you’re okay.”

A hard, bursting sob hits Eddie’s ear drum. “I’m so happy,” Steve says, voice thin and squeaky still, “so so happy right now, you have no idea.”

I think I do, Eddie thinks, I think I’m getting it.

He’s never seen Steve like this. Barriers completely broke down. Clinging on and crying his damn heart out. It’s a good thing, he’s aware—it still sort of hurts that a confession is what it took.

With an arm thrown over Steve’s waist, Eddie uses his left hand to pat between Steve’s shoulder blades. And then his fingers curl into the ends of his hair, tugging gently until they lock eyes. Openly, honestly, Eddie says, “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. And there is nobody—absolutely nobody else—that I’d rather give my heart to. You’re it for me, Steve. I love you with all that I’ve got.”

That brings on another wave of tears, those this time quieted. Steve leans back in, pressing a messy, wet kiss to Eddie’s lips. Sniffing into it. Shaking through it. But his eyes are still so big, so full of warmth, that he knows none of this is bad. This is Steve vulnerable. This is him accepting.

“You gotta help me with pancakes for makin’ me cry so early in the morning,” Steve mumbles.

“I’ll slice some blueberries for the batter. ‘Cause that’s your favorite, how’s that?”

Steve inhales sharp—sounds like he’s worming away snot and tears—and he breathes out a half-chuckle, a half-hiccup. “I love you, Eds. Everything’s perfect.”

❤️—————❤️

[thatoneautisticshark]

This, which I have been working on for ages and couldn't get right. They don't even fully fuck at the end lol.

But virgin soap gets his first dildo, and is feeling religious guilt. Price and Ghost help.

TW Sexually explicit, anxiety, religious guilt.

Johnny could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he carried the parcel through the halls. He felt like everyone knew exactly what was in the parcel, and everyone was staring.

Everyone knew good little Christian boy Johnny had bought a dildo.

He could feel his face heating up and had never been so grateful to see his door, quickly walking in and slamming the door.

He chucked the parcel on his bed, staring at it. He really bought this, and it was fine. It was natural to need release.

He tore open the parcel, revealing the unassuming black box, and jumped back as if he'd been burned.

Nope nope nope.

Never mind, he couldn't fucking do this.

He took about ten minutes to breath resting his head against the wall. He was being silly. He knew that.

But… he just couldn't.

But he also spent 60 bucks on that. He wasn't going to waste it. He needed to stop being a chicken, if only for the sake of his money.

He grabbed the box, ignoring his hands shaking and opened one of the flaps and into his hands fell… a small bottle of lube.

Strawberry flavoured.

Johnny squeaked, whole face turning bright red as he instinctively threw the bottle, it bouncing on his bed.

Strawberry flavoured? It was fucking flavoured? What the fuck? Oh he was going to hell for sure. As the lube came to a halt, he saw the note attached “A bonus because you are a fruit :)”

Johnny flushed, squeaking louder. Oh god, the lube was mocking him.

The lube knew.

He slid down the wall head between his knees, he needed to calm down. He wasn't going to die, no matter what his heart rate may suggest.

It was okay.It was lube and a dildo.

He nearly died on the regular for crying out loud, this was fine. It was no big deal.He grabbed the box. Pulling out the solid black dildo, feeling the weight in his hands, the silicon.

And nope no. He fucking couldn't. He shoved it and the lube away in a drawer if his night stand, burying his face in the pillow.

“Oh fuck I can't do this.”

It took him two days and about 60 different google searches and articles to finally pull it out again, setting it on his bed.

As he actually looked at it, he blinked in total disbelief. “For beginners? For beginners are they on fucking drugs this is huge … how am I even meant to… huh?”

Johnny sat on the bed, burying his head in his knees as tears streaked his face. He couldn't fucking do this, it was so wrong, he was guaranting himself a spot in hell by doing this.

God he was such a baby, a big strong military man fucking sobbing over a dildo!

He suddenly heard a knock on his door. “Johnny? Are you okay?”

Oh fuck that was Ghost.

“Mactavish? What's wrong?” Price was with him? Oh shit.

Johnny was so so glad he locked the door. He couldn't imagine his captain and Lieutenant walking in on this. Then he heard the door creaks open, and realised with absolute dread he in fact hadn't locked it.

And both of his bosses were walking in, on him sobbing on his head in front of a dildo. He couldn't move though, couldn't bring himself to sit up, to wipe his tears and tell them he was fine.

So instead he let his head drop against the pillows, still sobbing, albeit a little louder.

Price moved slowly into soaps field of vision. “Uhm… What happened son?” Soap heaved slightly still laying motionless on the bed and sobbing as he watched both Ghost and Prices eyes dart to the dildo.

Standing tall and proud on his pillow.

Ghost sat on the bed next to johnny, threading a hand into his mohawk. “Breathe Johnny. You're okay, what's going on?”

Johnny leaned into the hand, but continued to sob.

Price awkwardly patted his back “There there”

“God hates meeee!! He's gonna fucking smite me and I'm going to hell” Johnny burried his face back in the pillow, whole body shaking with sobs.

Ghosts voice came softer than Johnny had ever heard it. “God doesn't hate you, Johnny. What's wrong? Why do you think you are going to hell?”

Johnny gulped, breath hitching “Because I'm gayyy…. And like men … and I'm gonna burn in hell because I bought a dildooooo!”

His breath heaved again as he heard an inhale from one of the other men , but continues

”And it's a waste of money… b-because I can't even fucking … it's… I can'tttt it's confusing!” He heard an odd noise from Simon, but the hand in his hair didn't stop, and neither did Price patting his back.

Johnny was slowly beginning to register what he actually just said, to both his superiors, but didn't have time to back track before Simon was talking.

“Okay.. uh So… You've never done anything like this before… and you bought the dildo, but now you are feeling religious guilt… and you can't work out how to use it?”

Johnny flushed a bright red but nodded, slowly painstakingly lifting his head so he could see the other two men.

They were looking at each other silently communicating, something Johnny had always found exceedingly impressive -and hot. The way they just had to look at one another to decide something had always impressed Johnny.

However he was finding it much less cool when it was about him, he had no clue what they were working out about him, and it was humiliating and incredibly anxiety inducing.

Finally price silently nodded at Simon and the large man turned to Johnny, looking him dead in the eyes. “We could teach you Johnny, if you wanted.” Simon offered voice still that soft gentle tone as if Johnny would break if he was louder.

Then his brain suddenly caught up with what was said. He turned bright red, spluttering. They would help? What!?He wouldn't be against it, he loved both of them, and they were hot as fuck.

He really couldn't work this out alone. But where the hell did that offer come from?

Price seemed to take his silence as discomfort, moving to sit on the bed.

“Or we can just forget any of this happened if yo-”

Johnny scrambled to cut him off. “No no no no. I-...I want …” He gulped ..hoping that got the point across, without him having to explicitly say it.

Simon grinned, or atleast Johnny was fairly sure he did, because of the crinkle of his eyes. Something Johnny loved to pick up on.

Price moved a hand to gently stroke Johnny's thigh, nothing sexual about it, a simple bit of comfort, but it still made Johnny's dick throb.

“Okay… we'll discuss a few boundaries things and then start okay?”

Johnny nodded slowly sitting up, still bright pink, but he sat up anyways, squeaking as Ghost wrapped an arm round him, pulling him flush against that hot muscled chest.

Prices hands gently moved to the Scots hips, and he pressed a kiss to others forehead.

Simon rested his forehead against the back Johnny's head. “D���ye know safe words? Actually I'll assume not. Basically a way to say how you are feeling. So we'll just go traffic light okay”

Johnny frowned “What's the traffic light?” he murmured soft and uncertain.

Price smiled softly “It's a system of simple words to tell us how you are doing. So red is stop, Yellow is slow down, or take a break. Let you get your bearings, and green is all good.”

The captain gently rubbed his hands all up Johnny's torso, tough hands massaging the tension out of his muscles, letting the scot process.

Johnny nodded, committing it to memory, trying to calm his nerves, he knew he was okay, he trusted these two with his life, he could trust them with his virginity and arsehole.

He slowly relaxed against the chest of his lieutenant, leaning into the hands feeling up his body. It was okay, he knew this.

Simons deeper voice rumbled again, and Johnny could feel the chest under him vibrate. “If you say stop, we'll stop okay? Any time, no matter what. We want it to be good for you, alright love?”

And Johnny would be lying if he said that pet name didn't go right to his dick, the care and sweetness, while talking about fucking him, he nodded and felt himself being gently pushed down against the bed.

Price shifted gently placing pillows around Johnny..and then he placed a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling back to watch the others reaction.

Johnny felt his whole face flush a bright pink, eyes blowing wide and mouth hanging open dumbly.

He had been kissed.

Kissed.

By Price! His hot arse captain. Price huffed slightly. “That okay lovie?”

He questioned softly while grabbing Soaps dildo and the strawberry lube, placing the dildo on the table, and the lube in Simon's hand.

Simon, who Johnny suddenly processed, had his mask off! Simon was completely bare faced, and he couldn't work out if Simon was pretty or hot. He was both so rugged and tough, with pretty curls and his soft eyes.

And Johnny swore if there was a heaven he was in it. Big gentle hands, he couldn't even tell who tugged his shirt over his head, and Simon dove down peppering gentle kisses all over Johnny's chest.

Johnny's head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan escaping his lips at the feeling the gentle kisses slowly turning more open mouthed and wet, Prices hand still on his hips.

It was already so so much, but it was …. Amazing. It felt so good he could barely register what was happening as hands roamed his skin, nails scraping and fingers squeezing.

Simon smirked as he took a nipple into his mouth, causing the Scots hips to buck up, and body tense.

Johnny was brought slightly back to reality by Prices hand finding his hair, grabbing but not yanking. Gently stroking it back. “Mouthy isn't Simon? Has an oral fixation I swear”

The normalcy of it could have made Johnny sob with relief, it was the men.he was comfortable with, and they were acting the same as always. It was so comfortable and safe.

Johnny barely got out an affirming hum, pressing his face against the hand in his hair, much like a cat. Ghost cooed softly placing wet, sloppy kisses down the Scots chest, stopping near the band of his trousers when the man under him tensed.

“Okay, Johnny? Can I keep going?”Johnny slowly nodded, uncertainly, although some of his fear disappeared once price tilted his head up, gently kissing him.

His lips moved clumsily bumping against prices, teeth gnashing slightly, until Price pulled back, still gently cupping Soaps jaw. “Lovie, have … have you ever kissed anyone?”

Johnny felt a bright red blush creeping up his face as he quickly shook his head.

Price's expression just softened even more. “Right. Just relax, let me kiss you, your lips will move naturally okay?”

Johnny nodded as those wonderful warm lips collided with his again, His captains tongue tracing his lips and hand cupping his face as if he were precious.

He had entirely forgotten about Simon until a warm heat engulfed his dick and his hips bucked up. He barely registered the slight gagging noise from below him, a guttural moan escaping his mouth.

He had never felt anything like that before it was so so hot. It felt amazing but weird.He was just getting his bearings slightly back, cracking his eyes open to see Simon, looking up at him through his lashes.

And then the fucking cunt hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Johnny's vision went white, eyes rolling back. He really felt Simon was attempting to suck his soul out through his dick.

He rolled over, a bit overwhelmed with sensations, burying his face in what he thought was a pillow, and quickly worked out was Price's thigh.

A warm hand came to rest in his hair again, and Price gently lifted his head. “colour, darling?"

Colour?

Johnny blinked dumbly at him, confused.

A thumb was gently rubbed along the bone under his eye. “Your colour love. Green, red or yellow” He clarified.

“Uhm..g-green.. it…it feels good” Johnny stuttered out, hiding his blushing face, as

Price cooed for communicating.

Johnny didn't think he'd ever been praised so much for talking. It was so overwhelming but so sweet.

He carefully cracked his eyes open looking down, and the sight made his dick throb. Simons hands were braced on the Scots thighs, and he was bobbing his head with fever.

He seemed to sense the gaze on him, looking up and making eye contact, directly while continuing to suck, before swallow Johnny all the way, nose buried in the dark curly pubes.

Johnny squeaked, cumming harder than he ever had before, cumming before he even realised he was. He buried his face in Price's thigh, moaning as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

He made incoherent noises, begging… for something, he didn't really know what he was begging for.

“Fuck … fuck… please..”

Price soothed him, letting him catch his breath until he finally looked down at Simon. Simon who had a mouth full of Johnny's cum, and was leaning up to kiss price with it.

Oh fuck.

His dick gave a valiant throb, even though there was no way in hell he could continue going. That was hot.

Price eagerly gulping down his cum, from Simons mouth, murmuring about how good it was.

God could get fucked, Johnny decided. He didn't give a shit was magical sky daddy felt, he evidently had never got his dick sucked like this.

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Princess regressor? 👑

things for your Princess (G-N) regressor ! ( 👑 )

Snacks & Drinks

Macarons Fruit Wands Sugar Cookies Chocolate-Covered Strawberries Cupcakes with Edible Pearls Honey & Biscuit Platter Italian Soda Lemonade Grape Juice White hot chocolate Apple Cider

Outfit ideas

Puff Dress

Peter Pan Collar Dress

Tutu Skirt & Cozy Sweater

Frilly Blouse & Pinafore

Princessy Romper

Fluffy Nightgown

Onesie

Tiara or Headband

Princess Purse

Frilly Socks

Ballet flats

Stuffie Companions

Activities

Tea Party Time – Set up a tea party with your favorite plushies, dolls, or friends! Use a pretty teacup and have cookies or tiny sandwiches Princess Dress-Up – Wear your favorite princessy outfit, add a tiara, and twirl around like royalty! Jewelry Making – Create your own royal bracelets or necklaces with pastel beads and charms Fairytale Storytime – Read or listen to fairy tales while wrapped in a soft, cozy blanket Dance Like a Princess – Play classical or Disney music and twirl around like a graceful ballerina Dress Up Your Stuffies – Make tiny crowns or dresses for your plush friends Wish Upon a Star – Write down your wishes on paper stars and put them in a special "wish jar." Princess Movie Marathon – Watch your favorite fairytale movies (like Barbie Princess movies or Disney classics).

Games

Royale high is a good one on Roblox.

Rise to royalty on roblox

Fantasia on roblox

Minecraft, build or explore a palace/castle

Hello kitty world 2

Purrfect spirits

MLP: magic princess

Jibi land: Princess castle

Fairy Village

Animal crossing: New horizons (Costs money)

Animal crossing: pocket camp

Songs & Playlists

Playlist by Caitlin Elizabeth Playlist by Leen Barbie and the twelve dancing princesses opening theme Playlist by Rea Love for you by Loveli Lori I like it - vocal version (Dark cat) Kawaii by Aurel Surya Lie

Nicknames

my liege

princess

Sweetheart

little master

Royal one

little princess

cutie

buttercup

sweetie

Royal blossom

Your majesty

Lady [name]

Duchess

Starlight

Honeybun

Cupcake

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A sweet moment between Dad!Ominis and his daughter, Calliope Opal Gaunt!

~480 words || Tagging @rosewoodcafe and @whalesongsblog for enjoying my little snippets lol

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“Are you- Are you sure I should?” Ominis kept his voice low, his hands hovering in the air as though to catch a falling star. 

Charlotte, smiling up at her husband, reached out one hand to gently squeeze Ominis’ palm. Her skin was flushed with exhaustion but her golden magic pulsed softly against the stillness of the room. She cradled their daughter to her chest, swaddled in soft linen barely a few hours old.

“She won’t break,” Charlotte signed into his palm.

His breath hitched, heart hammering as he sat next to the curve of her knee. Ominis felt wholly underqualified for this. He had never held a baby before, let alone his own. How was he supposed to hold his arms? Surely they would be uncomfortable for the babe. Too bony, too tense, too uncertain. What if he dropped her? What if he held on too tight?

Charlotte shifted slightly beside him, the duvet rustling as she sat up, her warm magic brushing against his. But it wasn’t just hers.

A second aura, pure and fragile, tickled at his senses, butterfly wings against his soul. Soft green, barely there, so faint it shimmered like a mist, clinging to Charlotte’s breast. As she brought the little bundle closer, his heart stuttered.

“Oh…” he breathed, stunned as she guided the little baby into his trembling arms.

She was so small, lighter and quieter than anything he had held before. He curled his arms instinctively, adjusting slightly so her soft head nestled gently in the crook of his elbow, his muscles tense with fear he would make a wrong move.

Then he felt her shift.

A tiny wiggle, her small hand slipping free from the blanket, reaching up for her father, brushing against the wool of his vest. His body tensed before melting completely. “Oh…”

Ominis found himself placing his index finger against her palm, little fingers tightening around his own in a grip that locked on to his very heartstrings. Five perfect little fingers wrapped around his own.

A beat passed.

And another.

Charlotte watched with tears clinging to her lashes, all the emotions coursing through her veins, as he slowly, oh so carefully, lowered his head until his lips brushed against her tender forehead. 

She smelled of warm lavender, sweet milk and the kind of love that was pure and untouched by the world.

Her magic stirred against is, a breath, a flicker of green nestled within his ribs.

This was home.

Charlotte was his home.

Calliope was his home now.

“Hello, little one…” he murmured, voice cracking with tears. “I- I don’t know how to do this, but.. I swear to you, I will learn.”

And in that moment, as her heart fluttered in her chest, matching pace with his own, he realized something.

Calliope Opal Gaunt did not care how he held her.

Only that she did.

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Let me know what you think!! Love ya all!!! <3 <3

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

tjis is my favorite wife panel somehow. so many good ones. but this is exquisite. joyous and blissful

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For @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 1: Treelight Prompt: Childhood/Growing up

It was long past the Mingling - Telperion had waxed and was now well into its waning, even - but Maitimo still refused to sleep. He’d spent most of the night pacing back and forth either in a hallway or in his room, and had now ended up sitting against a wall with his knees hugged to his chest, not too near his parents’ room where he’d be in the way (or someone might tell him to go to bed), but not too far away, either.

He knew everything would be fine. He knew his mother had been fine when she had him and there was no reason to think that she wouldn’t be fine this time, too. But that didn’t mean she would be fine, either, and his father was worried, and so Maitimo thought he was well within his rights to be worried as well - even if he was halfway to adulthood and should know better.

The distant, slightly distressing sounds from several rooms away changed, between one moment and the next, with something new and higher-pitched and more insistent added to them. Maitimo lifted his head, and as he strained to hear better, hurried footsteps drew near him.

One of his aunts on his mother’s side stuck her head around the corner and spotted him. “There you are! Come now, come, you’ve got a little brother who wants to meet you.”

A little brother. Maitimo was on his feet without having paid attention to how he got there. “And Ammë’s all right?” he asked, even as he followed his aunt down the hall.

“Perfectly fine,” she assured him. “Although she and your father may go slightly deaf in the near future - I never have seen a newborn with lungs like that before. Here we are.”

She ushered Maitimo into his parents’ room, and there was his mother sitting up in the bed, looking tired but not tired, and there was his father perched next to her, focused darting between her and what was in her arms.

Not what, who.

His mother looked up as he entered, and she smiled. “Maitimo,” she said warmly. “Come and meet your brother.”

The baby was not wailing as he had been earlier, but merely regarding the world with a wide-eyed curiosity. When Maitimo drew close enough, he immediately became the object of the baby’s focus.

“Here, sit on the bed,” his mother invited. “Do you want to hold him?”

Maitimo had never held a baby before, but he nodded. Once he was settled on the bed, his mother passed the blanket-wrapped newborn over to him, and he balanced him carefully against his chest, a strange wonder welling up in him. In the background, he thought he heard his aunt murmur something about “first one besides the parents to hold him”.

“Hey, hanno,” he whispered, then “Does he have a father-name yet?” The amilessë is meant to come later, after his mother has had a chance to rest, so it would be rude to ask about that.

“Kanafinwë from me,” his father said, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “It was...rather immediately apparent how apropos that would be.”

Strong-voiced. Maitimo thinks of the cries that he heard in the distance, and privately agrees. But Kanafinwë isn’t crying now, just squirming slightly in Maitimo’s arms and watching the world. There doesn’t seem to be enough of him for such a long name.

“Hello, Kano,” he says, trying out his own name-giving skills. “I’m your brother.”

He doesn’t really know how to be a brother - the main example he has in his own family is his father’s relationships (or rather, lack thereof) with his half-siblings. But even though outdoing his father would normally be unthinkable, Maitimo is sure he can at least do better with this. 

He doesn’t say it out loud, in case his father takes it as judgment, but he thinks, I’m going to be there for you. Nothing is ever going to get between us. Not like that.

[namig42]

I've been in a funk today, but driving around my shitty desert of a city got me introspective and I thought of a Wyllstarion snippet I liked. I don't know if it'll make it into Just One Yesterday or not, but I thought it'd be fun to share regardless. Please enjoy my little writing bit in the midst of feeling dead.

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A scene where Wyll sees Astarion in the daytime for the first time, and there's something about seeing a creature of the night in the sun that reveals another layer. So many little details that even the lights at night couldn't reveal. Little lines along his face, the colors of his eyes and skin and hair, it all comes to life and transforms him into something new. There are so many circumstances where the reveal of someone in the daytime could reveal the ugly truths under them, but for Astarion, he's never looked more alive. Seeing him in the daytime now, Wyll realizes how out of place Astarion looked in the shadows. Every time he thinks he can't fall harder for his companion, Astarion reveals something new that only brings Wyll deeper into his affections, and it's a wonderful feeling to realize how much he loves another the way he does.

[needyme-000]

soft and sweet names on top🤍

a dom calling me “princess” “my favorite girl” “honey” “darling” “my baby” “my love” yes yes yes that’s meeeee please give it to me

[yuist4r]

[luvlybimm]

[spoiledlg]

[skzhotpot]

🌸 Review written for @k-fic-collection 🌸

I LOVED y/n in this!! Very cutesy…very demure…😇

“seungcheol,” she paused dramatically, “you have the most perfect ass,” she made too much eye contact as she spoke, “it’s why i run behind you at mixed practices,” she made the chef’s kiss gesture.

Like SAME girl! DRAG him out of his shell 🤪

I truly enjoyed the guys all ragging on each other 😂 Jeonghan is just…Jeonghan!

Excellent writing and a cute story! Running to part 2…🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️

obvious affection, pt. 1

feat. seungcheol

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pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: fluff, college au, cross country au, enemies to lovers (if you squint - more like f2l), at least one idiot in love, pining, seungcheol is whipped, seungcheol is bad at feelings, slight angst, heavy flirting

summary: seungcheol is the captain for the boy’s cross country team, and despite what his friends keep saying, he does not have a crush on the girl’s team captain, y/n, even though she is always around and gets along with his friends - he does not stare at her with heart eyes or pay attention to her at mixed practices or cheer for her at meets - he would never - but his matchmaking friends have their own plans for how to finally get these two together

warnings: strong/explicit language, drinking, truth or dare, drinking games, suggestive situations, overt flirting, suggestions of sex

a/n: it’s fluff featuring the scoups bakery - again, i’m new here, so i hope you all like this and think it’s cute - cheol is definitely the idiot in love even if he tries to convince himself otherwise - note: banner is my own

♡ [part 2]

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“what are we talking about?” mingyu asked, cramming fries into his mouth, as he pushed his way into the booth with the other cross country runners.

seungcheol was amazed at how the taller male could speak so audibly while jamming that many fries into his mouth.

joshua was quick to respond, “oh the usual, just how our cheollie is clearly lonely and should maybe ask out the one girl who seems to interest him,” he flashed a sparkling smile at seungcheol.

mingyu rolled his eyes, “y/n? i thought she finally got bored and was dating some dance major? i think he’s older too,” he said, sounding disinterested. he had moved on to demolishing a double cheese burger.

seungcheol groaned, “i don’t know why we’re talking about this at all — she doesn’t like me and has never liked me, end of story,” he concluded in exasperation. he hated that he was trapped in the bend of the corner booth or he would have already left the table. he actually had a weekend of studying ahead of him, unlike some of his teammates.

jeonghan hummed in response and looked at everyone besides seungcheol, “you know maybe we should just set them up or something,” he suggested in his placid voice.

seungcheol’s eyes widened, “i’m still sitting here, you know? i can hear you,” he tried to sound angry but it was a bit more on the whiny side.

joshua patted his arms, “don’t worry, the grown ups are talking,” he said with a straight face.

seungcheol tried to breathe slowly, but really it was a bit much. he hadn’t complained to his friends even, other than saying he had a weekend of homework and had planned to run that night. somehow that innocuous discussion had devolved into how seungcheol had zero love life and clearly needed one and y/n was the only choice.

he drummed his fingers on the table, letting his thoughts wander. his friends weren’t wrong that his weekend was boring, but he didn’t see why they needed to bring up his single status. he didn’t mind being single. in fact, he kind of liked it, especially since he listened to them gripe enough, well the ones who dated more consistently anyway.

the others — mingyu was hopelessly romantic and thought every girl he saw was possibly ‘the one’ — he was always like ‘98% certain, bro, she’s my soulmate’. seungcheol thought jihoon was single? to be fair, none of them knew and none of them asked. and vernon somehow got away with being single, probably because he was always open to being setup.

so seungcheol wasn’t sure why his love life was ever the topic of conversation. not to mention, he wasn’t even sure why they thought he was interested in y/n to begin with.

just because he usually waited around for the girl’s team races and was always happy when she won - it wasn’t like that was anything other than camaraderie. she was the other team’s captain, and it would be weird if he didn’t show up to congratulate her. besides, they had enough mixed practices for him to know how hard she worked. he didn’t understand why it was so bad for him to cheer for her.

and yeah, he admitted that since they were in the same major and often had classes together, he tended to ask to be her partner and studied with her, but she had better scores than him, and he didn’t like meeting new people anyway.

he felt a nudge to his side from jeonghan, “were you listening to anything?” he asked innocently.

seungcheol shook his head, “no —” he started.

“oh, good,” jeonghan deadpanned, “we were talking about hanging out tonight, are you coming or are you going to be a sad hermit?” he asked, almost nicely.

seungcheol sighed, “i need to study,” he said earnestly.

joshua grinned, “right, so he’s in, did someone put it in the gc?” he asked, already in planning mode.

seungcheol wasn’t sure how to feel about his plans being put aside, but he hated to let his friends down too.

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seungcheol showed up to jeonghan and joshua’s apartment with his own beer in tow. he never knew what subpar drinks they would throw together for a party, and he had learned the hard way that vodka-anything wrecked him for days.

he was sitting at their dining table, half heartedly playing never-have-i-ever when there was a knock at the door. joshua popped up to answer it, and even without being able to see, seungcheol could clearly make out y/n’s voice. he didn’t even bother glaring at jeonghan. instead, he just checked his phone and drained his beer, wondering if he could leave yet.

he got up to grab another beer, and while he stuck his head in the fridge, he heard y/n’s voice again, this time much closer. he bashed his head against the fridge trying to escape back to the table.

he heard the familiar laugh, “you okay, cheol?” she asked casually.

he sighed, and facing his fate, glanced at her and nodded, “yeah, i’m fine,” he rubbed the spot, wincing slightly.

she smiled, and glanced to his beer, “still bringing your own - probably smart,” she smiled.

there was no escape for him — “so you got roped in too?” he asked.

she nodded, “yea, well,” she gestured to the girl currently occupying mingyu’s lap, “i didn’t want her wandering off completely unsupervised with him,” she admitted quietly.

seungcheol scrunched his brow, “why?” he knew he sounded defensive.

she laughed, “you’ve met him right? he’s a giant, adorable puppy - way too charming and way too ready to meet someone,” she said all this like it was the most obvious thing, “i know he’s genuine, but i also know it’s never really been long term, so i’m just being here for a teammate…” her voice trailed off.

he could understand and nodded, “he’s not like a bad guy though,” he said lamely, all the defensiveness gone because she wasn’t wrong.

“yeah, i know - that’s why i just came along, i mean, maybe this time he’s right and she’s the one,” she shrugged.

they both watched the mingyu dating show for a few moments — mingyu and the new girl were giggling and cute. she sighed, “they’re both sort of -” her voice broke off.

he glanced at her, “they’re both sort of what?” he asked softly - he could see her furrowed brow.

she shrugged, “weirdly similar, i guess - like seeing them makes me think that she is sort of the female version of him - i guess jeonghan was right,” she lowered her voice and shook her head a bit, “where’s whatever mixed drink they have?” she asked suddenly, glancing around.

seungcheol wasn’t entirely sure if she was really talking to him or more to herself. not to mention, the kitchen only had so many surfaces.

still he was curious, “jeonghan was right about what?” he asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he was still standing there with her.

she was getting a cup of the frightening punch they had — it was from some recipe they found online freshman year and then called scary cherry after they all passed out from it almost immediately.

he stared with concern as she put it into her cup,“i don’t recommend that,” he offered, voice flat and serious.

she shrugged, “we don’t all have our own drinks hidden in the crisper drawer - some of us peasants just have to make due,” she glanced at him with a smile as she sipped the concoction and winced, “unless you’re going to share?” she asked playfully, her hand brushing his forearm.

he felt a slight warmth in his cheeks, this was why he didn’t like being left alone with her — she was too good at making his face go all pink and his stomach feel fluttery and weird.

it was annoying because it was like this since they met as freshman, and of course his friends naturally felt the need to point out the fact that he went from normal seungcheol to giant puppy seungcheol whenever she talked to him.

his response was much worse than if he had just given her one of his beers, instead, he said “you don’t drink beer though,” and his face reddened because he had just basically admitted to the fact that he knew her drink preferences.

she was worse than his friends, “aw, cute - you remember,” she said coyly.

he rolled his eyes, “you tell everyone, though” he wished he had just stayed home — why couldn’t he just shut up already,

he wondered.

she smiled and met his gaze, “do i though?” she asked, her voice quiet.

he wasn’t actually sure, he just assumed she told everyone.

her smiled softened, “you’re cute when you're thinking,” she reached out and patted his head.

he blushed, “shut up,” he murmured — there was absolutely no bite in his voice, he was as bad as mingyu on the puppy scale.

she just smiled and withdrew her hand, “i’m going to go see what they’re playing,” she bit her lip lightly like she might say more but shook her head and left the kitchen.

he stood there for a moment, leaning against the counter and hoping the flush would leave his face. he tried to think of an excuse to leave, but joshua and jeonghan were smart, they knew he had zero fucking plans.

he grimaced because he had no reason to leave. he glanced at the scary cherry and wondered if it would still knock him out. he grabbed a red cup and filled it to the brim before walking back over to the dining table to sit and hopefully pass out quickly.

nothing would be quick though. they went through a few rounds of never-have-i-ever, and then swapped to truth or dare. seungcheol’s head was thoroughly buzzing from the scary cherry.

even so, he heard someone ask her ‘truth or dare’, he tried to to focus, she picked truth.

jeonghan laughed, “truth - ah, okay, say something nice to our dear, dear, drunk leader,” he smirked.

seungcheol knew that he was the subject, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to flip jeonghan off. he glanced at her - he wanted to ask her to say something normal, but his mouth wasn’t cooperating.

she shrugged, “easy,” her gaze met his confidently, “seungcheol,” she paused dramatically, “you have the most perfect ass,” she made too much eye contact as she spoke, “it’s why i run behind you at mixed practices,” she made the chef’s kiss gesture.

he expected her to laugh or something - anything really - but to just say that flatly, out in the open, was, he let out a heavy breath, “that’s the thing you pick?” he asked, his annoyance on display, “not that i’m like nice or something…” he trailed off, pouting slightly.

she laughed then, “it’s a compliment,

cheol - i get to pick what my compliment is and that’s the thing that came to mind,” she gazed at him playfully, “sorry if it’s annoying to find out you’re stacked,” she laughed again, leaning against joshua.

joshua shrugged, “she has a point - you kind of are,” his eyes sparkled in that knowing way when his gaze met seungcheol’s — it felt like he was daring seungcheol’s to be contrarian.

instead, seungcheol shut up immediately. he was not in a position to argue with joshua.

he tried to focus as the game went around to his friends - he wasn’t listening very closely though, and felt a hard elbow to his side. jeonghan stared at him, “truth or dare?” he asked.

seungcheol was drunk, his cheeks felt numb, “dare,” he said with vodka-fueled courage.

jeonghan maintained his catlike gaze, “kiss the person you think least likes you at the table,” his lips curled into a knowing smile.

“the person i think doesn’t like me?” he asked dumbly.

jeonghan nodded.

“yeah but i can’t just kiss people, like they have to agree too,” he felt smart for half a second.

jeonghan was quick though, “would anyone be mad at seungcheol kissing them, you know, for science?”

everyone shook their heads in unison — seungcheol was being hung out to dry. they were all traitors - he was going to make their next practice absolute hell.

he tried to avoid eye contact with anyone - he could just kiss jeonghan - he really didn’t like him right now, but that wasn’t the game. it was frustrating that they knew him so well, he didn't like to break the rules of a thing, even if it meant embarrassment.

he glanced up and caught y/n’s gaze. she was still leaned on joshua’s shoulder, but she was watching him closely. he flushed almost immediately, “y/n, i guess,” he sounded meek.

she smiled in response and leaned up, “fair, i guess i don’t seem like a member of the cheol cult,” she was getting up, which he hadn’t expected.

“cheol cult?” he asked as she walked around the table.

she nodded, “yeah, you know how most girls say you look like a ‘daddy’ and everything,” she was next to him by now, her voice close, she tapped his shoulder.

he felt sluggish and weird, he knew he shifted around, but he was surprised when she sat in his lap, facing him, her arms going easily around his neck. she was so close - he could see just how luminous her skin was.

she brushed his bangs back gently, “i personally think you’re a bit more on the baby-girl side of things, but you know, that’s just me,” she whispered, her lips a breath away from his.

and suddenly there was contact, her plush lips pressed fully to his. he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth against his. he pressed back lightly and found it way too easy to respond in kind when her lips moved softly against his.

no one had specified what the kiss was meant to be like, but when her tongue brushed his lower lip, he wondered vaguely if this was more than was intended. he realized dazedly that they were beyond just a kiss - his hands were on her hips, holding her in place against him. her fingers had caught in his hair, and when she pulled gently, he moaned.

they seemed to both instantly sober up at the sound. she leaned back from him, just enough so that she still blocked his view of anyone else. he could see the pink flush blooming across her cheeks and the way her lips were redder than normal. she gazed at him, her deep gray eyes taking him in. he squeezed her hip lightly. he didn’t want her to move - she stared for a moment before leaning close to his ear, her breath was warm and sweet.

“i actually do like you,” she whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe teasingly, “just so you know,” she started to lean back, to get up.

even drunk, he gripped her hips more firmly, she glanced at him questioningly and then she glanced down quickly, noticing immediately why he didn’t want her to move. for once she didn’t laugh or joke or call him out. instead, she lightly touched his hands to loosen his grip and shifted carefully so she was still on his lap, but with her back to him.

he leaned on her shoulder while the game went on.

jeonghan nudged him again, “comfortable?” he asked.

she glanced back and sighed, “don’t you think you’ve traumatized him enough tonight?” her tone was firm and directed fully at jeonghan. seungcheol smiled against her shoulder, happy to let her fend off jeonghan while he closed his eyes and enjoyed her warmth.

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a/n: let me know if you want a part 2 with the smut between these two - i drafted it but i was hesitating about adding it

~ update: part 2 added ~

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xx kat

[butternutt613]

My submission for a Valentine’s Day writing event from a discord server!

Just under 900 words of Ominis, God of Dreams, discovering Diana Aurora's dreamscape! I hope you enjoy, my loves! (*＾3＾)/～☆

I would like to dedicate this to @ravenwind-75 for beta reading and my secret valentine, who seems to really enjoy this pairing, whoever you are!

Theme: Cupid's Arrow!

Ominis had seen the dreams of countless mortals in their eons of being. Many dreamt of power, riches, fame, even love. These were not new to the Oneironaut. Ominis would wander through each human's deepest desires and truest wishes, shaping and manifesting what the mortals needed to see most. It was their purpose. The role they had been assigned in creation, since becoming.

Ominis had never questioned that divine role bestowed upon them.

That was until Ominis entered the dreams of one, Diana Aurora.

Hers were unlike anything the Sandman had laid their pale gaze upon. Ominis knew she was an artist; they had seen the swirling sunset skies in the minds of mortals before. A world of their own made of brush strokes and rainbows.

Ominis could recall a mortal man with a vibrant, trembling mind whose fever dreams were a symphony of cobalt and gold swirling through the air untamed and radiant in the void. Ominis could feel the artist's longing, his sorrows, his love, as he transformed the ordinary into something pulsing with life eternal. The deity was saddened the last night they saw the man's once colorful mind, swirling with sorrowful blue.

Ominis enjoyed shaping artists' dreams the most. They would take what the deity presented them and soar.

But Diana did not just take.

She created.

Here, there were no limitations, no structure that followed mortal reason. Only pure artistry, raw and unrestrained.

Her dreamscape was not merely a reflection of her waking mind. It was alive, breathing with a rhythm all its own. The sky, a canvas of lavender and indigo melting into gold, as though the horizon itself had been dipped in sunlight. The ocean stretched before them, not just blue, but a galaxy of colors shifting with every pulse of the waves. Deep sapphire, streaks of nebula pink, liquid silver. The tide shimmered as though the stars had fallen into the sea, their light tangled in the current.

Ominis had spent eternity weaving the dreams of mortals, but never before had they entered a dream so alive.

Ominis turned, expecting to find an empty dream, as they always did at first. Instead, they saw her.

Diana stood at the water’s edge, her bare feet sinking into the white sand. The waves lapped at her ankles, leaving behind glowing trails as they retreated. Even the ocean itself sought to cling to her presence. She lifted a hand, fingers outstretched, and beckoned for the sea. The tide returned swirling and lapping at her ankles as though she was a part of it.

Extending her hand toward the sky, the water rose in a graceful arc that caught the final rays of the setting sun. Like liquid crystal, the water shimmered, refracting the light into a cascade of colors. A brilliant rainbow unfurled across the twilight, bridging the gap between the heavens and the sea, pulsing with hues more vivid than mere mortals could comprehend.

And then-

The rainbow exploded into thousands of shimmering stars, each droplet igniting as it drifted upward, embedding itself into the darkening heavens. The sky inhaled, and the stars settled into their place, constellations of Diana’s own making. Unique and as brilliant as her.

The sea had given birth to the cosmos.

And Ominis could do nothing but watch in reverence.

She was not yearning for riches. Not for power. Not even for love.

She was dreaming in creation.

Ominis had never felt small before. They were a being beyond time, beyond matter, beyond what mortals could comprehend. And yet, standing in the world Diana had woven from her mind, Ominis felt insignificant in the face of something greater than themselves.

She was turning the ocean into light.

Her fingertips brushed the air, and the sky bloomed in color.

Ominis could not move. Could not breathe, if they had ever truly breathed at all.

They had wandered through the minds of poets and kings, of artists and dreamers. But never had they entered a dream that felt as though it had been crafted for them.

Something in Ominis shifted, an unfamiliar ache curling through their very core.

They had known admiration. They had known fascination.

But this was something else entirely.

This was yearning.

Ominis had seen beauty in its many forms, but never had they looked upon something, someone, who felt as though they belonged to the fabric of their being.

They reached for her.

Just as their fingers would have brushed through her, as the dreams were not tangible to the Sandman, Diana turned.

She turned and their eyes met.

Pale moons met golden suns in a supernova.

Ominis felt the world tilt beneath them.

She should not have seen them. No mortal should have been able to look upon them and truly see.

And yet, Diana’s gaze did not waver.

A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. Soft, warm, devastating.

Ominis had watched humans dream of love for centuries. They had shaped it, sculpted it, let it unfold within their realm over and over and over again.

But this was different.

This was real.

And in that moment, standing beneath the endless sky of her making, with the waves whispering against the shore and the scent of lavender curling in the wind, Ominis realized something terrifying and beautiful.

They were falling.

Falling in love.

And they never wanted her to wake up.

[contessalarue]

[sauerhundz]

Just soft!Sylus

Sylus who's been waiting all this time for you and can't stand the thought of being away from you.

Sylus who loves the thought of waking up next to you and holding you close to his body, breathing in your scent he hasn't smelt in so long. Who lays in bed staring at your face that he's memorized a thousand times over.

Sylus who watches you walk around his house in his clothes and it fills him with a sense of possessive pride. The dragon in him pleased to see you returned to his hoard once more.

Sylus who would hand you the world on a platter, if you would only ask. Who would rip his own heart from his chest if it would please you.

Sylus who wants to breathe in everything that you are and consume you from the inside out.

Sylus who can't even stomach the thought of another, because for him there's never been anyone but you.

Sylus who misses you even if you don't remember.

He's still your dragon.

[hannibalised]

Simon “Domesticated” Riley is my favourite.

Yes, he would kill for you and he would die for you but his affections and undying love isn't limited to oaths. It's boundless and endless.

He will cook for you, learn because he wasn't taught very good and he wants everything to be good for you.

He will sing for you, because you'd heard him in the shower and couldn't get past to fall asleep without his husky songs to make you fall asleep on his chest.

He will wash the dishes, side by side you. Laughing along as you dry the plates and using his hands at work to your own advantage to play mischief on him.

He will hear you, as you would continue to talk about everything because nothing was out of field, and despite you being a very seducing distraction, he's always trying his best.

He's a “my girlfriend, my wife” guy despite the other Task force guys teasing him about it, he doesn't mind holding your purse, instead he prods on it, he's always on his knees to tie your shoelaces, to help you out from those pointy heels. He doesn't mind being whipped, as Soap christened it, or smitten as Gaz chortled, because he is, as he should.

He's not patronising, despite being raised up to be one. He's gentle and kind and soft for you, and he's working on becoming a better man everyday for you.

He doesn't let his anger that's so unforgiving and terrible get the better of him, he's not a monster despite the blood on his hands as you've always told him so, he would pace around the lawn, sit in the grass, wash his face but he wouldn't let his anger be something you should be scared off, he wouldn't let it get between this holy thing called love.

He talks things out, understands your opinion, values them openly. 

He expresses everything even so it'd become difficult after being told to be stoic for so long, but he tries, always for you. 

He's always startled and flushed when you compliment him and he's trying to learn that you mean every word of it.

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