#does that sound right to you? this being the first time they agree and connect and are on the same page? is any of this right?

[brionysea]

if stranger things 5 comes out and they're like 'omg! the upside down has been a product of someone's dark and twisted mind this whole time! it's... WILL!' I'll immediately lose interest

[kxsagi]

Just read the jealousy request and if requests are still open would you be able to do a request where the so!reader is talking to isagi post NEL about his harem (not actually jealous but teasing him about how he’s shipped with everyone in bllk) maybe some of the other members like bachira and hiori join in just to stir the pot lol

“𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩”

a/n: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I LOVE THIS

you weren’t jealous. not even a little bit. but when your boyfriend trended for the fifth time that month under hashtags like “#rinsagi,” “#isagireo,” and god forbid “#kaisagi supremacy,” something in your soul snapped a little. 

you flopped face-first into the couch and groaned, “yoichi, why does everyone in blue lock want to kiss you?” 

he blinked, glancing over his shoulder with the most oblivious puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “huh? what do you mean?” 

you sat up, whipped your phone around, and shoved it in his face. “this, romeo. you're being shipped harder than amazon prime.” 

“… wait. is that a fanart of me and sae?!” 

“yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “and that one? you’re holding hands with kaiser while bachira cries in the background like a rejected ex.” 

“i wasn't even looking at him in that match!!” 

too late. the internet had already drawn the fanfics, made the edits, and assigned you the role of “tragic ex-girlfriend who doesn't understand his true connection with rin itoshi.” 

just as isagi opened his mouth to defend himself, your apartment door flung open like someone owed rent. 

“HEYYY~” bachira beamed, dramatically stepping in with hiori right behind him. “did someone say isagi's harem?” 

“no one said that,” isagi muttered. 

“she did,” hiori said helpfully, pointing at you. “she’s jealous. it’s kinda cute.” 

“i’m not jealous,” you retorted, grabbing a throw pillow and launching it across the room like a grenade. “i’m just confused why everyone wants a piece of my man when he literally says things like ��i wanna devour you’ mid-game like some villain in a shounen.” 

“hey!” isagi frowned. “that was cool.” 

“bro,” bachira said, flopping onto the floor. “you literally looked kaiser in the eye and said ‘i’ll make you mine.’ mine, yoichi. do you know how gay that sounds?” 

“competitive gay,” hiori added, nodding sagely. “it’s different.” 

you stared at your boyfriend who was now red from the neck up. “do i need to start carrying around a sign that says ‘he has a girlfriend’ or…” 

“probably,” hiori said. 

“absolutely,” bachira agreed. “i’ve seen the tiktoks. they call you a ‘plot device’ now.” 

“… what the hell does that even mean?!” 

“means you’re in the way of true love,” bachira whispered dramatically, placing a hand on your shoulder. “the love between isagi and barou, who only growled at him three times last match instead of four.” 

“okay, first of all,” isagi cut in, voice breaking from sheer panic, “barou literally tried to fight me–” 

“yes,” hiori sighed. “so romantic.” 

you were crying laughing now, wheezing into the couch cushions as isagi sat there, betrayed by everyone he once loved. he threw his hands in the air, finally giving up. 

“fine. whatever. i’ll just go marry kaiser and let the fandom be happy.” 

bachira perked up. “can i be your maid of honor?” 

“you’re not helping!” 

“yoichi,” you said sweetly, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “just tell the world you love me.” 

“i do love you!” 

“not convincingly enough if rin and reo are still thirst-posting about you in the comment sections.” 

bachira gasped. “reo does comment a lot under your photos…” 

hiori nodded. “usually heart eyes. or a rose emoji.” 

“… i need to go lie down,” isagi muttered. 

you reached out and patted his thigh. “it’s okay, babe. i’ll protect you from your boyfriends.” 

“they’re not my boyfriends!!” 

somewhere in the distance, your phone buzzed with a notification. 

new tweet: 

“@kaisermichaelofficial: he’s mine. 🫦 #isagiser #kaisagi #yoichilicious” 

you held the phone up again, smirking. isagi stared at it. then stared at the ceiling. 

“i hate it here.” 

bachira threw an arm around him. “don’t worry, yoichi. we all love you. too much.” 

hiori patted his back like he was a war veteran. “may your next goal be less gay.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[jaxon-exe]

Happy Death Day

So I saw a fully dead au for Danny and got inspired and I’m about to make it y’all fucks problems.

If there was one thing the inter league agreed on, it was that they loved Phantom. Even though some would never admit it Batman the kid had a special place in all their hearts. He’d been there with them from the very formation of the team. The forever youngest amongst them always managed to cheer them up no matter what they were facing. That’s why when his death day rolled around again Flash had an idea. He wanted to do something special for the kid. Lord knowns he deserves it. The problem was what to do.

They had already learnt from a lengthy lecture from Constantine that u don’t gift ghost presents on their death days. It was seem as rude. So that ruled that out but it wasn’t the only option.

“Best thing you can do is pay respects at his grave.” John grumbled half awake after Barry finally managed to track the fucker down. “A big thing with ghost is being remembered and all that. So leave some flowers or some shit.”

“Sweet!! Thanks John.” And in a flash he was gone… and in another flash he was right back. “Wait do you know where his grave is?”

John looked at him flatly. “No idea.” Then slammed the door in his face.

Whelp, so much for this being easy. It didn’t matter to much however for the very next day was a league meeting. One Danny was off world for and so would miss. A meeting that was being held by the one man that knows everything! He’d surely know where Danny’s buried!

“I don’t know.”

The room went quiet as they all turned to the Bat. All in various states of shock over the fact he even knew those words.

Flash took a second to reboot his brain. “W-what do you mean you don’t know?!” Because surely not! Batman knows everything! How does he not know where the grave of one of his teammates are?

The man sighed, typing away at his computer before pulling up a file onto the larger screen for everyone to see. “Danny Fenton went missing in the 80’s at 14 years old.” A photo of the kid was enlarged. It was weird seeing him like this. With black hair and blue eyes. A healthy red flush on his face. He looked so alive. “A week later was the first sightings of Phantom. Years after, it was ruled a cold case.”

“And you just let it go?” Diana walked up beside them, glaring into the back of Batman’s head. “You knew that boy was probably kidnapped, most likely murdered and you let it go?”

“No.” As ever he didn’t seemed bothered by the accusation. “I asked Phantom. He didn’t say much but did assure me it wasn’t a murder. It was an accident and no one was at fault.” The silence that took over the room this time was different. Full of melancholy. They all knew Danny died. Dead young at that. It was another thing to hear this. One by one each of them coming to haunting realisation that if his death was never report, he most likely died alone.

“So what else have you found?” For the first time in this whole conversation, Bruce turned to glare at Clark. “Oh come on Bats. Your, you! You wouldn’t leave it at that. So what else did you find?”

For most the sigh he gave would have sounded the same as the others but to those in the room, those that knew him so long, they could hear slight embarrassment at getting called out. He turned back to the screen, pulling up a list of names and a map. “Nothing much. I’ve searched the area around Amity Park and couldn’t find anything. I have a list of family members and friends to question but.” He trailed off.

“But Batman can’t look into this.” Canary continued for him. “If you were to start poking around a 30 year old cold case people might figure the connection back to Phantom.” Batman nodded with a grunt.

Seemed they reached another dead end. Maybe he would have to think of a different way to celebrate Phantom’s death day after all.

“Well,” Flash turned his attention when Supers spoke up again. “Batman might not be able to. But Clark Kent can.” Everyone’s eyes turned to him. “I mean I am a reporter. I can say I’m doing a passion project on old cold cases or something.”

“Oh yeah!” Hope filled Barry’s smile. “I can help to!”

“But your a chemist?” Diana cut in.

“A forensic chemist! Who better to help with cold cases than a guy that works in criminology?” The others were reluctant to admit he had a point.

They all knew Bruce enough to know his next sigh as one of exhaustion. Without a word he printed the list of names and contacts for the two, knowing there was no stopping them now.

“Sweet!! Thanks bats!! Let’s go!” The page was pulled from Barry’s hands before he could make a run for it.

“Hold on.” Clark stopped him while looking over the list. “It’d probably be a good idea to give them a call first. Ask if they’re even willing to answer questions.”

He deflated. Annoyed by how much sense that make. “Alright then.” He grumbled.

It didn’t take as long as he expected to get a response. The first two were from Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, only hours after Clark sent them an email. They were Danny’s best friends and the last people to see him alive. Unfortunate, the response was ‘no’. One using a lot more colourful language than the other but a no all the same. It was a two days later they got another response. This one from Dr Jasmine Fenton, Danny’s older sister. This time it wasn’t a no.

That what lead them here. In the waiting area of Dr Feton’s office. “You think the long wait is to psych us out?” Barry asked as it approached the hour mark.

Clark didn’t look up from his magazine as he responded. “Don’t think so little of her. She’s really busy.”

“Oh no, that’s not me thinking little of her.” He picked up one of the fidget toys on the table next to him. “She’s a psychologist, a top psychologist. This is totally her trying to psych us out.”

“Mr Clark, Mr Allen.” They looked over to the door that opened to their right. A tall, red haired woman stood with half a foot in the doorway. “Sorry for the wait. Come on through.” 

The office was really not what they expected. Rather than the clean, professional look that Canary has this office had a more welcoming feeling. It’s large armchairs and sofa paired with a light green rug made it look more like a seating room if you ignore the desk in the corner. “I apologise for having this meeting at my office. It was the only time I could fit you in.” Jasmine sat on the armchair closest to her desk, inviting the others to seat where they please with a wave at the over chairs. “Now, you wanted to talk about Danny?”

“Yes,” Clark sat up. “We have been wanting to look into cold cases for a while, as a passion project. Seeing if we can find out more and maybe even get some answers. When we saw Danny’s case it seemed like a good one to start with.”

She gave a hum of acknowledgement. “And why would that be? I understand that some people have a fascination with old cases but Danny disappeared over 30 years ago. Plus there has been nothing found since then. If your goal is to solve the case then I’m sorry but I don’t really think that would be possible.” 

“Well you never know until you try.” Clark smiled back. “And we plan to publish our findings as well. So even if we don’t solve it someone, perhaps who knows more information or can find new information, can.”

His words really didn’t seem to have the effect they were hoping for. Rather than looking hopeful at the idea of finding out what happened to her brother, Dr Fenton face took on a stone cold look.

“Mr Clark.” Barry was really happy he stayed quiet in this. Even without the dead tone turned at him, he still felt weirdly intimidated. “I am here talking with you in my free time, as myself not a psychologist. So I’m gonna to drop all pretenses and be blunt.” She learnt forward on her chair. Despite the fact that she was still seated, the two heroes were suddenly reminded of the fact that Jasmine was 7’1. They also learnt that the intimidation was intentional. “Why should I tell you anything if you have not said a single honest word since you stepped through my door?”

Barry looked at Clark for answers but got non. It was quite shocking to see the seasoned journalist and part time superhero at a loss for words. In fact Barry had never seen it before at all. He turned back to Jasmine’s cold gaze as she stared them down before shaking her head. “If that’s all. Ill have to ask you to-“

“We want him to be remembered.” Clark looked over as Barry said the words before he could even think them. “You’re right. This case is cold. There’s no way we could solve it but that doesn’t mean he should be forgotten.” He took a breath as his eyes met hers. Her face was still blank but in a less cold way. More neutral than silent rage.

“Danny was a kid. A good kid. A kid that most likely died alone and scared and…” he looked down the hide the tears in his eyes. He didn’t like thinking about how Phantom died. Didn’t like to think about how the happy, brave, strong kid just died. Alone, hurt and scared. It broke his heart. “He deserves to be remembered.”

For a moment all that was heard was the ticking of the wall clock. Clark glanced between the two, Barry stilling looking down whereas Dr Fenton looked off to the side. A moment more passed before Jazz sighed in defeat. “Our parents were scientist. Though, no one took them seriously.” She leant back in her chair, pulling her glasses off to rest them on her head. “It made sense, I mean. They studied ghost. Even if their inventions were amazing, especially for the times, no one took them seriously.”

Barry looked up, giving her his full attention as she sighed again. “They thought that if they could just get proof. Physically proof that ghost were real, that they lived in the dimension right next to ours, that people would finally believe them.” She looked over to a small cabaret, tucked into the corner of the room. “So, they tried to build a machine. One that would give them proof. They built a portal to that world.”

Clark was stunned. Inter dimensional travel was something the leagues still struggled with today. If they had been successful, way back in the 80’s they really must have been ahead of the times.

“It didn’t work though, not at first.” Barry was enraptured by the tale as his mind went faster that his feet did most days. What did this have to do with Danny? Why was she telling them this? The more he thought the more he started not likely the conclusions he reached. “Then one day, about 2 weeks after the failure, Danny’s friends were over and wanted to have a look. We lived in a small town, you see. The crazy scientists were the most interesting thing that towns seen in years.” She huffed out a bitter laugh.

“Danny went with them. While our parents  were never the best at lab safety, we did still know the basics.” A cold dread washed over Barry. Images of a different lab, of different lacks safety regiments came to mind. “When they wanted to have a look in the portal, he said he wanted to check it out first. Make sure it was safe. So put on a hazmat suit and went in.”

He felt sick. He always found it kind of weird that Danny wore a strange suit. Had assumed that because ghosts can alter their appearance that Danny had simply chose to wear a suit like them. It never really fit though. The suit didn’t look like theirs. To loose fitting. Made of rubber instead of spandex or Kevlar.

“Then he tipped… and it turned on.” Clark’s breath hitched in his throat. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t this. “I ran down when I heard Sam and Tuck screaming. They were hysterical. Took about an hour to calm them down enough to understand what happened.” She sniffed as tears pooled at her eyelids.

“We thought maybe he was just somewhere else. I mean it was a portal, there had to be another side. Somewhere Danny ended up. I guess we were right in a way. Just not the way we wanted.” Jazz sighed as she looked down at her lap. “We didn’t want to get in trouble, didn’t want Danny getting in trouble when he got back. So we said he just disappeared. Hoping he’d show up again and it be fine.” She voice cracking as her lip trembled. “Then Phantom showed up and I just knew. I knew that was Danny.”

She looked up at the two, a pleading look mixed with her grief. “Then mom and dad attacked him. They thought ghost were evil and I… I was scared. I didn’t know what they would do if they knew it was Danny. I didn’t know.”

Clark leant forward to place a hand on the woman’s knee. “You were a kid too. You were just doing what you thought was right.” His soft words seemed to calm her as she wiped her tears.

“I know. I know that now but sometimes.” She sighed again. “Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better if they knew. If Danny could have gotten the send off he deserved.”

The three sat there for a moment. Sorting through their emotions when one thought resurfaced in Barry’s mind. “Did you ever… find his body. You said it was a portal right? Does that mean?”

Jazz shook her head. “No. Maybe if he had just walked through it or died next to it but.” She looked over to the cabinet again. “The portal opened on top of him. Through him. There was nothing left to find…”

The three sat in the silence for a moment. Barry didn’t know what to think other than just absolute heart brake. What he had learnt from John about ghost came to mind, how important graves were, how important being remembered was. All these things that Danny never got.

“Did he ever have a funeral?” The info Bat’s gave them didn’t mention one but there was still a chance. Whatever small hope Barry had was shattered as Jazz shook her head. She sighed, before standing and walking over to the cabinet.

“Mom and Dad refused to believe he was gone. They thought a ghost took him for some reason.” She scoffed. “We did the best we could for him. Sam, Tucker and I.” She opened the cabinet to show a shrine of sorts. Danny’s photo sitting next to a small vase of flowers, a toy rocket ship sitting between them. “It never felt like enough though.”

Barry walked up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. An idea beginning to form. “Well, we can change that.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was good to be back. Don’t get him wrong, Danny loved going on space missions. I mean, it was space!! But earth would always be his home. Plus, he managed to make it just in time to. Letting out a happy chip, he flew through the walls of the watch tower into the main meeting room.

“Happy death da- where is everyone?” They should be here. For years now, ever since the league learnt of death days, they made it a priority to be at the watch tower to celebrate with him. So where was everyone?

“Just in time Danny!” Looking off to the side he saw flash. Well, Barry he guessed, as the man was out of uniform. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?” He asked as the speedster grabbed his hand and lead him to the Zata tubes.

“A surprise! Just for you.” Barry smiled, really hopping Danny did like this and he hadn’t made the wrong decision. A bright flash later and they were stepping out into the streets of Amity. A car waiting for them just ahead that Barry coaxed Phantom into.

Danny had no clue what was going on but just decided to enjoy the ride. Looking out the window at his haunt. The closer they got to the destination the more people he spotted. Dash and Paulina, Wes and Mikey even Mr Lancer were all there. Dressed in black and heading to the same place.

“It’s alright if you want to stay invisible for this.” Barry’s voice pulled his eyes way from the window. “Or if you want to reveal yourself, that’s fine to.” He smiled at the kid.

“I still don’t know what ‘this’ is.” He gestured as the car parked.

“You’ll see.” Was the only response he got. Deciding to be safe, he turned invisible as he followed Barry out of the car and into the graveyard. A small flicker of hope building in his chest.

It was a hope he had given up on a long time ago. When it became clear his parents would never accept the truth. He tried to push it away. Not wanting to face the hurt and disappointment again. Part of his wanted to leave, not wanting to sit through someone else getting what he never did. Just as he was thinking that however, they came up to the gathering of people and he saw it.

A closed coffin above an empty grave. Flowers adorning every part of the lid around a single photo frame. A frame with his face on it. Tears weld in his eyes as he looked at the photo, then to the people around him. There was so many of them. His old classmates, grown with some of them having their children standing beside them. His neighbours stood off to the side next to a woman he recognised as the owner of the corner shop near his school. The now retired directive he followed years ago when the man investigated his ‘disappearance’. A man, which he now recognised as one of the kids Jazz used to babysit, stood with his wife. All of them mingling amongst each other and various league members. A icy breath drew his eyes up, revealing hundreds of ghost, hidden from human eyes. Old enemies and friends alike all gathered around. Johnny and Kitty, boxy and lunch lady, even Skulker was there.

As he fought to hold back his sobs a voice cleared from beside the coffin. Looking over he saw his sister standing at the head of it in a black dress suit. Sam to her right, looking right at home in her gothic inspired funeral gown and Tucker on her left, tugging at his uncomfortable tie. A hush fell over the crowed as everyone turned to Jazz as she began to speak.

She spoke of him. Of his life. Tears weld in her eyes as a bitter sweet smile graced her face. She spoke of the boy who wished to see the stars. Of the brother she lost to soon. The one she will always hold in her heart and memories for the rest of her days.

Danny sat on the coffin, His coffin, as he listened. A wobbly smile on his lips and tears ran down his face as he listened to her. He sat and listened as Sam stepped forward and spoke as well, then as Tucker did the same. A sense of peace, one he didn’t know he was missing, came over him as he heard their goodbyes.

He looked over the crowd as the speeches came to an end. His eyes finding Bruce, tucked away in the back with sunglasses on. They must have had thermal vision as Bruce was able to meet his eyes. A small nod was given to the young man. While Bruce wouldn’t reveal someone else secret, he trusted Danny to make his own choice.

Look back at his sister and friends. He knew the choice he had to make. With barely a thought he dropped his invisibility. Hushed gasped was heard throughout the crowd as the thing they all suspected was confirmed. The ghost child that had save all of them more times than they could count was the very child all of them had knew. The boy so many of them felt they had failed was the same as the boy that had protected them for decades.

Their hero was their Danny.

Jazz smiled through her tears at her brother. Her arms lifted in a silent invitation that he quickly accepted. Flying into his sister’s arms as his core sung out in joy. A breeze chilled the air as snow began to fall.

Pulling away from his sister, he caught sight of a covered stone behind her. Seeing what had got his attention, Jazz stood to the side as Sam removed the black cloth draped over it.

It was beautiful. Black stone polished to a shine with white flecks scattered about it in a way they reflected the night sky. On the face of it, caved with the utmost care was his name, along with a simple message.

‘Gone but never forgotten.

Fly high, Danny.’

[thesirencult]

Channeled Letter From Your FS

reading by @thesirencult

Pile 1

I'm not your regular cup of tea. I'm strong, forceful and focused on going after what I want and what I want right now is you. From the first moment I will lay my eyes on you it's game on. I will approach you boldly, you will be taken aback but then you will love the thrill of the chase. My, oh, my! You will be a hard catch, but I don't care, I will pursue you in a way no one else ever has. I'm not pursuing you tirelessly or trying to win you because of ego issues, but because even if I'm not sure about myself, I'm sure about you.

You are so amazing and so worthy of love that I will get over my fears and anxieties just to be with you. Love takes courage and risk and I have nothing but that! I hope that is enough for you, in the long run.

I'm not an "one hit wonder" though! I have stamina and will never let you down my love. I know that at first you will not feel the same about me, but I will win you over once you realize I'm not the tyoe of person to hit and dismiss, pardon me!

In time, I will come to know that you were scared to let me in because no one ever showed you unconditional love and gave you without expecting anything in return. "You are the breath that I breath, you are my one lucky star..."

I'm the one who does what needs to be done. I'm a go-getter who goes after their goals. An endless flame burns within me prompting me to do my best and to take risks. I charge full steam ahead and I'm very passionate. You have not met me yet cause I'm doing "side quests" to grow and mature, so I will be ready for you.

Take care princess!

Pile 2

I'm not the best at expressing my feelings through words, although in our relationship, I will do my best to show you have precious you are to me, words will never feel enough to convey the feelings.

I'll start with this one though: You were my last hope. Your love broke all my defenses and woke me up from my slumber. How could I ever live my life thinking that I was okay being by myself, all alone in the cold embrace of the shadows while you were right there, so close to me, warmth radiating off your skin and warming up my heart. "One last time..." I thought. "I'm willing to risk it all again for her. It will either be my biggest heartbreak or the love of a million lifetimes."

You found me while I was trying to rebuild myself and mend my wounds. In reality, I healed more by your side than I coukd have ever healed on my own. You cultivated a safe space for me to open up and share my inner world with you. You made me the man I'm now.

I trusted my intuition and went after you. I never doubted our connection, just the nature of it. Were we better off as friends? But look at us, we are best friends, lovers, family and soulmates! I risked losing you to gain more of you, although, more is never enough. You consume my thoughts each and every day. I smile on my own at work and forget what I was doing while I think about you and your smile and your voice and your sweet words and kisses. This has been going on for a while, I must admit... It has been happening since our first interactions. I wanted more and more of you, begging the Universe to let us live out our fairytale. The moment I surrendered to your whims and love was the moment I freed myself from the prison of loneliness.

"You did your best!" you always tell me with a smile and I agree because you make it sound like it's not that big of a deal. That's what you said when I told you I couldn't help but fall in love with you and indeed, I did my best, the best I could have done. You outsmarted your opponent with your sweetness and I came bare to a battle I should have come prepared. I don't care though. I love the way you think and how smart you are. I love how you never let anyone or anything get between us and how your smile lights up a room. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you are thinking of something naughty or when you are trying to seduce me and influence my thoughts. I always let you win, cause I got the best prize once and I don't need any more victories.

My prize is sitting on the couch right now, wrapped up in a blanket, pregnant and with a dog lazily sleeping by her feet. Our friends just left from the dinner we held in the house that we built. A house that will host many more oarties and celebrations, but also many more quiet nights that we will be slow dancing in the kitchen to oldies playing in the background. I wish everyone got to experience that type of love just for a moment, they would never doubt this magical force exists and I'm lucky, because my wife is full of it.

Thank you for everything my love. I'll do my best!

Yours forever and always and for each lifetime, x.

[ikeukiss]

congrats on 3k!! can you do prompt #1 for sunghoon 🫶

𐔌 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐧 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑵 + 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑫 𐦯 — sunghoon tries to be respectful, to his credit. being alone with you, his best friend, in a hotel room in the middle of the night without another hotel room available, the two of you have to make do. he provides one of his pillows to separate the two of you where it counts, but at some point in the night, that pillow is immediately flattened so he can wrap you tightly in his arms, his lips centimeters away from your forehead. when you both wake in the early hours of the morning, no space to guard your body from his, you think it has to mean something, how easily you clung to each other in your sleep. but it definitely means more now as you press your lips to his.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝟑𝐊 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

𐔌 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𐦯 જ⁀➴ 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍), 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚

Saying you could have the bed was the first mistake Sunghoon made that night. The second was him agreeing to your pleas to not be ridiculous, affirming the space was big enough for the two of you to sleep with no issues. "We're friends, right? It's not weird at all."

Now, as he wakes up to the feeling of your forehead against his lips, he thinks the only mistake that took precedence was getting stuck in the predicament in the first place. He could have roomed with any of the other guys for this trip, asked to switch with someone else before he could see the arrangement through. He had to stay in the single room with you, the one person oblivious to the workings of his heart.

Little did he know, he was also oblivious in the same fashion to your feelings. You've kept them under wraps like a good friend does—you had no other choice, anyway. But you felt the ripple of something when you woke up at the same time as him, his bottom lip fluttering across your eyebrow like a feather.

With the makeshift defense pillow between you both squished under your bodies, last night's addition of security to not make things weird long gone, it had to be a sign, right?

Sunghoon's mouth against yours clicks like a key in a lock, opening the door on years of unspoken words between you two. He pulls moans out of you like the first strums of a guitar, the song that erupts from you so willing and pliant it makes Sunghoon groan himself. He touches wherever he can, feeling your nipples pebble under the confines of your sleep shirt.

When he ruts his lower half against yours, his briefs connecting to your dampening underwear, the first thought he has is how perfectly you fit underneath and between him. You're perfect, so susceptible to every touch he gives you and he never even knew.

All he knows now is how much he wants to keep pulling each sound from you, taking until he gives all of it back with the arch of his hips into yours. You whimper and whine, and it's harmonious to his ears.

"I'm close, Hoon. Holy shit," you breathe. It's a wonder you can fall apart so quickly with so many barriers in the way. But did you expect any less?

"Come then, doll. Let me feel it," Sunghoon whispers into your mouth. He latches his hand around your throat with the lightest of pressure, and that does you in. You curse and keen as stars paint your eyes, the blinding white of it so beautiful.

You thought this could only happen in movies, two friends stuck in such proximity that it unravels both of their composure, but clearly your and Sunghoon's thoughts had been wrong on one too many occasions.

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CONTRACT // C.S [21]

Summary: Christopher Sturniolo, a 26-year-old billionaire CEO, agrees to a strategic marriage with Aurora Devereaux, the 21-year-old daughter of his rival, to save his company during a crisis. Raised in a cold, arrogant environment, Chris is used to control and detachment. Aurora, a final-year fashion student, is forced into the arrangement by her powerful father and struggles with the fear of losing herself. As the two navigate their unexpected marriage, they begin to confront emotional walls and develop a connection that challenges everything they thought they knew about love and trust. But with their families’ influence looming, will their bond be strong enough to survive—or will it fall apart?

Warnings: angst, crying, longing, kissing.

wc: 5769

Chapter 21: The Look Of Love

By the end of April, I was alright. Not great, not whole—but alright. I was moving through the days with a quiet steadiness, finally breathing without everything hurting.

I had my routines, my shopping days, my little walks through the city with earbuds in and my bag slung over my shoulder. I was letting time do what it does best—soften the sharp edges of everything.

Then came the trial.

Going to my father’s hearing was something I had tried to mentally prepare for, but nothing quite readied me for seeing him again. He looked thinner. His suit hung loosely on him, and his hair was grayer than I remembered. What unsettled me most wasn’t his appearance—it was how unaffected he looked. His face was stiff, cold, the same expressionless mask he’d worn my whole life. 

There was no remorse in his eyes. No guilt. Just silence, like he was still clinging to the control he’d always demanded.

Chris was there, too. I saw him the moment I walked in, standing off to the side in a dark coat, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. But I didn’t acknowledge him. I stayed close to my mom and Jen the whole time. We sat in the second row, and when the sentence was read out—essentially life—I felt nothing. Not joy. Not relief. Just a hollow finality. Like turning the last page of a book I never wanted to read in the first place.

Even then, Chris kept looking at me.

But I didn’t look back. 

The first week of May, Darren and I went on our first real date. He took me to a retro arcade just outside the city—walls lined with flashing machines, the sound of buttons being mashed and 80s music playing in the background. It was relaxed, easy.

But even as I laughed and nudged him during a game of basketball shootout, there was a quiet truth settling in my chest—he felt more like a friend. The kind you could spend hours with and still not feel that ache in your ribs. There was no spark, not the kind that made your hands shake or your heart race.

Still, I let myself enjoy the night. Maybe friendship was enough. Maybe that’s all I could handle right now.

The more time I spent with Darren, the more I realized how different we really were. At first, I thought it was just surface-level—maybe different upbringings, different worlds. But it wasn’t that. Not really.

It was deeper than that. He saw things in a way I couldn’t quite align with. In small moments—in how he spoke about people, how he dismissed certain things I cared about, how quick he was to justify things that didn’t sit right with me—I started to notice cracks.

He didn’t necessarily mean harm, but there were times he just… lacked the same sense of accountability or empathy I held close. We weren’t raised differently—we just believed in different things. At our core, we just didn’t match.

By the end of May, the weather was getting hotter, marking the quiet shift from spring to summer. 

Everything was slowly falling back into place.

I was preparing for my fellowship, which I’d be leaving for in August—two months earlier than necessary. I wanted time to adjust to Paris before the program began. Besides, I didn’t have a reason to stay in Boston anymore. It felt like the right time to start living for myself.

My mother’s divorce was finally getting finalized next week. After everything he put her through, she was free. We both were. My father… well, he wasn’t just gone—he was gone for good. Sentenced to what was essentially life in prison. A certain ex-fiancée of mine made sure of it. It still felt surreal sometimes. Like I’d wake up and none of it had happened. Like I’d still hear his voice echoing in our house, calling for me like I was still some pawn in his perfect little empire. 

But he wasn’t coming back. Not this time.

Tonight, I was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, sharing dinner with Darren. We’d gone on a few casual dates here and there, but this was our first real dinner—something that felt slightly more intentional.

It wasn’t anything serious. Not yet, at least. I was still a little slow to reply to his messages, often distracted or just too tired to make conversation. Luckily, Darren was swamped with work most of the time, so the pace didn’t seem to bother him. It worked for now—low effort, low expectations.

“So… you’re really leaving. In August,” Darren said as we lingered over the last bites of dinner, his voice quieter now.

I nodded, setting down my fork. “Yeah. I’m excited.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s amazing, Aurora. Really. Paris is—well, it’s Paris.” He laughed softly. “I’m happy for you.”

I tilted my head. “You don’t sound that happy.”

He leaned back slightly, eyes flicking toward the window before settling back on me. “It’s not that I’m not happy for you. I am. I just…I was hoping you’d stay a little longer.”

A pause hung between us. I took a sip of my drink, my heart ticking a little faster.

“Why?” I asked, even though part of me already knew.

Darren’s gaze softened. “Because I was going to ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend.”

I blinked. The words sat in the space between us, simple and sincere.

He shrugged, trying to play it off. “I know the timing isn't great. And I know things have been casual. But I like you, Aurora. And I thought maybe we could see where this goes.”

I looked at him—really looked at him. 

But all I could feel was the weight of everything unsaid inside me. 

I stayed quiet, unsure how to answer him without leading him on—or hurting him. The pause stretched a little too long, thickening the air between us.

Darren looked at me, still hopeful, but his smile had faded slightly. 

“Aurora?” he asked again, softer this time. “Would you want to be my girlfriend?”

I looked away for a second, toward the small street outside the café where people walked past with gelato and shopping bags, where the world felt a little less complicated.

“I don’t know,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He exhaled—slowly. Not dramatic or annoyed, just…tired. 

“I figured,” he muttered with a small, dry laugh. “But I had to ask.”

The silence that followed wasn’t warm anymore. It was tense. Awkward. We both looked down at our plates, pretending to still be hungry. Neither of us moved.

Then, mercifully, the waiter came by with a polite smile. “Can I bring the bill over?”

“Yes, please,” Darren said before I could answer. “We’ll split it.”

I blinked, surprised.

Not because I couldn’t afford it—I could easily pay for the whole restaurant if I wanted to—but because I wasn’t used to it. I’d never split a bill before in my life.

Not even with the worst men I knew. Not even with my father, who made a habit of reminding me what I owed him, but never once let me reach for my card at dinner.

Something about it caught me off guard. Not in a spoiled way—just in a this-is-new kind of way. It felt like another small reminder that Darren and I were never going to see things quite the same.

I reached for my purse slowly, keeping my expression neutral.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, even though I didn’t really know what I was thanking him for.

He gave a quick nod, like he didn’t want to dwell on it either.

By the time we stepped outside, the warmth of the evening couldn’t quite thaw the distance between us.

Outside, the street was quieter than before. The buzz of the city had faded into softer echoes—dim headlights passing, the occasional laugh from a distant patio. The sky had turned that deep navy blue, the kind that makes everything feel lonelier than it is.

Darren pulled me into a hug. It was brief, one-armed, like something you’d give a friend you didn’t know how to say goodbye to.

“I’ll see you later,” he said as he pulled back.

I gave a small nod, still feeling the weight of the unspoken things between us. “Yeah. See you.”

Then he paused. “Do you have a ride home?”

I stared at him for a second, blinking. “Didn’t you…Pick me up?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my eyes. “Yeah, I did. Sorry, I just—I’ve got an early morning and I figured you might have called someone or something.”

Excuse me? Who raised this guy? 

He picked me up. We drove here together, and now—what? I was supposed to just…figure it out?

“Right,” I said quietly, more to myself than to him. “I’ll get an Uber.”

Darren nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Cool. Text me when you get home, yeah?”

Then he was already turning away, unlocking his car, slipping into the driver’s seat without a second glance.

I didn’t move. I just stood on the curb, staring after his car as it pulled off and disappeared around the corner.

Something about it sat wrong in my chest. Not because I couldn’t get home—had options. I could call a car in thirty seconds. I could call my driver. 

But it was the way he didn’t even offer. It was dark. Late. I was wearing heels. We had just finished a full dinner together. Somehow, I was suddenly just… someone to be dropped off emotionally and physically.

Not even dropped off. Left to drop myself off.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, intending to order an Uber. But the screen stays stubbornly black.

I pressed the screen again—nothing.

My phone was dead.

Of course.

I stared at it, frustration rising. No way to call, no way to text, no way to get an Uber.

The street was quiet, dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The night suddenly felt colder, lonelier.

Help me. Anyone. 

I stared down at my dead phone like it had betrayed me. No texts, no calls, no Uber. Just silence.

Darren was gone. The street was mostly empty, and I was alone. Just cars, no people on the sidewalk.

I looked around, hoping maybe, by some miracle, there’d be a cab nearby. Nothing. Not even a soul walking past. 

I tightened my coat around myself and glanced down the sidewalk, exhaling slowly. I wasn’t going to lie, I was slightly scared. I wouldn’t say Boston was safe at night. 

I didn’t live far. Maybe…two hours on foot. 

I wanted to cry. 

It was late, and dark, and I was in heels, but I didn’t really have a choice.

So I started walking.

The city looked different when you weren’t looking at it from a window or a car. It felt bigger. The shadows stretched longer. My footsteps echoed on the pavement louder than they should have. I kept my head down, my bag clenched tightly to my side.

Every sound made me flinch just slightly—a car door, a siren in the distance, someone laughing too far away to be comforting.

I was halfway down the block when headlights swung around the corner behind me. I instinctively stepped to the side, hugging the edge of the sidewalk.

The car slowed.

I didn’t look back.

But I heard the window roll down.

“Aurora?”

I froze.

That voice.

I turned slowly, blinking against the lights.

Christopher.

He was in the driver’s seat of his expensive jeep, eyes narrowing with confusion and something else—concern? Anger?

“What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked yelling, pulling the car closer to the curb.

This guy was the last person I needed to see right now.

I turned away without a word and kept walking, heels clicking against the pavement, faster this time.

I heard his car door slam behind me, but I didn’t look back.

I couldn’t. Not tonight.

Let him drive away. Let him be confused or irritated or whatever emotion he wanted to wrap around that sharp tongue of his.

But then—

I felt it.

A hand wrapped gently but firmly around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

My breath caught.

“Aurora,” he said again, closer this time, voice lower, more serious. “Stop.”

I didn’t turn around at first. I just stared ahead, heart pounding for reasons I didn’t want to admit.

“Let go,” I said quietly.

He did—but didn’t move back.

I straightened my posture before turning halfway, brushing my hair behind my ear with a calm I didn’t feel. 

“I was just going for a walk.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “In heels? At ten at night? Alone?”

I swallowed, glancing at the sidewalk. “I needed air.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Right. Try again”

I sighed. “I was out with friends, okay? My car didn’t have enough gas, and my phone died. It’s not a big deal.”

His eyes locked on mine, sharp and unrelenting.

“You don’t drive in the dark and you flinch at sidewalk cracks,” he said flatly. 

I didn’t answer.

Mostly because there was nothing left in me to say, but when I looked at him, it was like no time had passed at all. Like he hadn’t shattered me. Like my heart hadn’t learned how to ache because of him. 

So instead, I just let out a snarky comment. 

“Why the hell are you even here? Are you keeping tabs on me?” I scoffed. 

Chris looked past me, then tilted his head toward the street. “Look over there.”

I followed his gaze.

Across the road, glowing white letters lit up the dark glass of a tall building.

His building. His company. His logo.

I blinked. Oh.  

“I was working late,” he said quietly, his tone low and unreadable. “You’re in my district, Aurora. So really, I should be the one asking—are you keeping tabs on me?”

I felt my stomach twist, embarrassment crawling up my throat.

I hadn’t even realized where I was. Of all places.

I felt a sudden drop fall onto my nose. 

Great. This is just great. 

He looked at me again. “You don’t have to tell me the truth. But I’m not letting you walk home.”

He stepped back, nodding toward his car.

“Get in. It's going to rain.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine.”

“Aurora—”

“No,” I said, louder. “I’m fine.”

I turned again and started walking—fast, anywhere, nowhere. My feet carried me into some random parking lot, the kind that looked deserted after hours, shadows cast by broken lights and half-empty signs.

I didn’t even know where I was going. I just needed to move. To get away.

“Aurora,” Chris called behind me, footsteps catching up. “Where are you going?”

I didn’t answer. My hands were fists at my sides.

“Seriously? Into a dark parking lot? What are you doing?”

“Leave me alone!” I snapped over my shoulder, not stopping.

He kept coming. “You’re being difficult for no reason—”

I whipped around.

“No reason?” My voice cracked.

He froze.

The droplets started to increase. 

I let out a shaky breath, arms dropping to my sides. “You think I want to see you? You think I want to sit in your car and pretend like we’re—like we’re fine?”

Silence.

“I didn’t ask you to show up. I didn’t ask you to save me,” I said, voice rising. “I didn’t ask for anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” he said quietly. 

I looked away, blinking fast. My throat was burning.

“I had one bad night,” I whispered, “and of course, it had to be you who saw me.”

He took a careful step forward. “Why does that bother you so much?”

I looked at him, eyes glassy. “Because I’m trying to move on. And every time I think I’m doing okay, you show up.”

His expression softened. “Aurora—”

“I don’t want to need you.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Chris didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Suddenly, I felt everything all at once—embarrassment, anger, exhaustion.

I wrapped my arms around myself. “I just wanted one night. One simple night without memories, without you in my head.”

For a long second, he said nothing. 

Then, quietly, “What happened tonight?”

I looked away. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

“I don’t care anymore,” I said flatly, pulling my arms tighter around myself. “You showing up like this—it doesn’t mean anything.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Then why are you shaking?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

I looked away. “Just leave.”

But he didn’t move. Not even a step. He just stood there, the rain properly drizzling now. 

Both of us soaked. 

He tilted his head, studying me like he was trying to read a language he used to know but couldn’t quite translate anymore. “You’re not okay. And I don’t believe for a second that you just happened to be out walking alone—at night, in this neighbourhood, with a dead phone.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“I never said you did.”

“Then stop acting like you deserve one.” I snapped. “We’re not anything anymore, Chris. You don’t get to show up and act like you still know me.” 

I heard him sigh. I just wanted him to feel, though. 

“I have a boyfriend,” I said, the words leaving my mouth like I’d rehearsed them a hundred times, even though I hadn’t.

Chris froze, eyebrows pulling together. “What?”

I didn’t flinch. “You heard me.”

His voice dropped. “Who?”

I shrugged. “The guy you saw at the show a few months ago.”

Chris’s eyes narrowed, the memory hitting him. “That guy…you’re with him now?”

I hesitated for half a second before answering.

“He asked,” I said, voice light, indifferent. “And I’m going to say yes.”

Chris stared at me like I’d just punched him in the gut.

“You’re going to say yes,” he repeated slowly, like he needed to hear it out loud again to believe it.

I nodded, but I couldn’t meet his eyes for long.

Chris’s face drained of colour, like the world had suddenly tipped sideways. I thought I saw his eyes glisten—was that a tear? No, I must be imagining it. Though his voice, when he spoke, was barely more than a whisper, raw and desperate.

No. Chris Sturniolo doesn’t hurt, he does the hurting. 

We stood there in the rain with complete silence between us. Before he spoke up. 

“Please…don’t say yes.” 

He stepped closer, his hands trembling as if holding himself together was a struggle.

“Why?” I whispered, heart pounding, trying to stay calm.

“Because you’re not meant for that,” he said, voice cracking with a kind of pleading I’d never heard from him. “You don’t give up like that. Not on yourself. Not on me.”

He swallowed hard, eyes searching mine, vulnerable and raw. “I know I don’t deserve it. I know I’ve hurt you. But… Please, don’t forget me.”

His body was so close to me now, the red in his face evident. 

I wasn’t wrong. Chris was…Chris was crying. 

Before I could say anything, his shoulders sagged, and he stumbled forward like all the strength had drained out of him. His head dropped against my chest, and I felt the sudden, warm weight of his body lean into me.

He was crying.

Real, raw tears, silent but unstoppable. He was actually crying. 

The coldhearted, arrogant, stern Chris was holding onto me, begging me not to leave.

I froze, heart hammering, breath caught in my throat. I had never seen him like this—never imagined this side of him.

His hands clenched weakly at my waist as he trembled, his tears mixing with the rain falling. 

I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to pull away, but another part wrapped itself around him, steadying him, holding him.

“Chris…” I whispered, voice barely audible, still stunned.

His face was pressed into the crook of my neck, warm and trembling against my skin. His voice came out barely above a whisper, rough with emotion.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low. 

I stiffened, struggling to steady myself. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t fall for him, Ma,” he pleaded, tone thick with yearning. “Don’t fall for anyone but me.”

My own tears started to enter my waterline, begging not to fall. 

“Chris”, I said, still holding him.

After a moment, he held himself up. Still close, but looking into my watery eyes, with his own. 

“In December, on that beach,” he began softly, “you asked me if I’d ever been in love. I said no.”

I stayed silent, waiting.

“Ask me again.”

My breath caught in my throat. I knew what he was going to say. I didn’t want him to say it.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, wiping away a tear that slipped down my cheek.

“Aurora, I lov—”

“Don’t say it.”

“I love you.”

“Chris!” 

My chest heaved.

He didn’t stop. 

“I love you, Aurora!” he said, louder this time—like it had been clawing its way out of him for months.

His voice cracked. “I hurt you, I know I have—and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me.”

My tears were falling freely now, hot and silent. My whole body was burning, caught between the past and everything we never said.

He reached out, cupping my cheek with trembling fingers, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“Tell me you don’t feel it, Aurora,” he whispered, eyes searching mine like they held his last hope. “Tell me you don’t love me.”

I stared up at him, and every bit of restraint I had built—shattered in that moment. 

“Loving you was never the problem, Chris,” I said, my voice barely above a breath. “Being with you was all I wanted”. 

“Then be with me, baby.” he pulled me closer, the rain swallowing both of us. “I’ve been waiting for you, ever since you left. I’ve been waiting”. 

He took my head and tucked it into his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into my hair.

“Do you even know why you’re apologizing?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you harder. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to love you the way you deserved.”

He continued. 

“I know I’m not perfect—God, I’m far from it. I’ve messed up more times than I can count. But I’ll learn. I’ll change. I’ll become better if it means I get to be yours. I love you so damn much, I don’t even know what to do with myself. I tried…I really tried to live without you. But I can’t. Everything reminds me of you. The penthouse doesn’t feel like home anymore—it’s just empty without you. I miss you. I miss us.”

There was a moment of silence. 

“I’d rather hurt with you than heal without you.”

His words cut deep. 

“Please, Aurora,” he said softly, his voice laced with worry. “Just come home tonight. You’re going to get sick out here.”

The night air had grown colder, and the rain clung to our skin like a second layer. My straight hair had turned wavy from the damp, clinging to my face in loose, messy strands. His hair, usually styled to perfection, had fallen flat, droplets dripping from the ends. We stood there, soaked. 

I looked away, torn. My lips parted like I had something to say, but nothing came out. I didn’t know what the right thing was anymore.

He took a step closer. “You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to decide anything now. Just…let me take care of you, even if it’s just for a few hours. I don’t want you alone tonight.”

I hesitated—just for a second—but it was long enough for him to notice. His hand brushed against mine, careful, waiting for me to pull away.

“Okay.”

He looked at me, before it melted into a broken smile.

“Okay?” he echoed, like he needed to hear it again just to believe it.

I nodded, slowly. “Yeah.”

Gently, he reached for my hand. His fingers laced through mine, warm and familiar. We didn’t say another word as he led me toward his car. 

Just as he opened the front passenger door for me, I heard him murmur under his breath. 

“I’m never leaving you again.”

CHRISTOPHER 

It didn’t take long to get Aurora back to my place—our place.

The drive was quiet. Unsettlingly quiet. She stared out the window the whole time, her face unreadable, but her fingers fidgeted in her lap. I knew her well enough to know that meant she was overwhelmed. Maybe scared. Probably both.

I kept my eyes on the road, but every red light, every slow turn, I found myself glancing at her. Just to make sure she was real. That she was actually here. That I hadn’t just imagined the entire night—her voice, her tears, the way her arms finally wrapped around me like she needed me again.

Gosh, I needed her, too.

I killed the engine and stepped out. I opened her door like I always used to. She didn’t say anything, just stepped out quietly and followed me inside. 

For the first time in what felt like forever, I heard the soft sound of her footsteps beside mine.

She was home. Now I just had to figure out how to keep her here.

As soon as we stepped inside, I saw her shiver. The warmth of the house hit me, but it didn’t seem to reach her.

“You’re still cold,” I said, my voice low. “Come on.”

She didn’t respond, but her eyes met mine for a second—guarded, tired—and then she followed.

I led her into my room.

“Take a hot shower,” I told her gently. “You’re soaked.”

She stood near the doorway like she wasn’t sure she should be here. Like she didn’t know if it was still her place.

Without saying anything else, I opened my closet and grabbed a hoodie—one I remembered she used to steal from me—and a pair of grey sweatpants that would probably fall off her, but they’d be warm.

“I’ll leave these here,” I said, setting them on the edge of the bed. “There are towels in the bathroom drawer. Just... take your time.”

She still hadn’t moved. Still hadn’t spoken. But when I passed by her on my way out, I felt her eyes on me.

“Aurora?” I said, pausing in the doorway.

She looked up. 

“I’ll be right outside. Okay?”

She gave the faintest nod.

I had gone back to the kitchen, running a hand through my damp hair, when Ana spotted me.

“Who’s here?” she asked, her brows lifting with concern.

“Aurora,” I said quietly.

Her eyes widened. “Aurora? Where is she? Is she alright?”

“She’s upstairs,” I replied, glancing toward the staircase. “She was caught in the rain. I told her to take a shower, warm up.”

Ana’s expression softened, but her worry didn’t fade. “Is she hurt? Did something happen?”

I shook my head. 

“Not physically, no. But…” I trailed off, unsure how to explain the storm I’d seen behind Aurora’s eyes. The way she looked at me was like she still carried every piece of pain I’d caused her.

Ana stepped forward, her voice lowering. “Did she come here on her own?”

“No. I found her.” My jaw tightened. “She was walking. Alone..”

Ana blinked, then placed a hand on my arm. “Chris…”

I sighed and maneuvered my way further into the kitchen. 

Around half an hour passed, and I still hadn’t heard from her.

I knocked lightly on the bathroom door—nothing.

“Aurora?” I called, my voice low but cautious.

Still no answer.

I pushed the door open gently. The bathroom was empty, and the towel she’d used hung neatly on the rack. My heart dropped. I stepped into the bedroom—no sign of her. The shirt and sweatpants I’d given her were gone from the bed. My pulse quickened. 

No. She wouldn’t just leave again. Not without saying anything. Not this time.

I moved fast, checking the hallway, the guest room, the front door—locked. I was just about to grab my phone when something caught my eye through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There she was. Out on the balcony. Like no time had passed. Her favorite place.

I stood frozen, staring at the curve of her back. The sight felt painfully familiar—like a memory I’d replayed a hundred times before but never thought I’d get to see again. The way the soft light hit her hair, the quiet stillness she carried—it was both comforting and heartbreaking all at once.

I grabbed a mug of tea from the kitchen and quietly stepped out onto the balcony.

She didn’t turn around, but I set the warm cup down beside her.

The steam curled up between us in the cool night air.

“I thought you might need this,” I said softly, my voice barely more than a whisper.

She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she appreciated it.

She accepted the cup and settled into one of the chairs.

Silence wasn’t something I was comfortable with.

“Talk to me, baby,” I urged gently, sitting down beside her. 

She turned her head towards me, her beautiful doe eyes staring at me. 

I couldn’t believe she was really here—actually here—after all these months of distance between us. She was with me, in my home, even wearing my clothes.

Suddenly, a small smile broke across her face.

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that about?”

She teased, “Aren’t you gonna pull out a cigarette now?”

I exhaled softly, a chuckle escaping me. “No, Ma. I quit.”

She raised an eyebrow. “When’d you quit?”

I shrugged lightly. “A couple of months ago.”

“That’s good,” she said softly, then glanced at me curiously. “Why’d you quit? What changed you’re mind?”

I gave a lazy smile her way, “You don’t like smokers.”

She blinked, caught off guard.

“Wait…you actually quit smoking because of me?” Her voice was soft, almost disbelieving.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but there was a hint of something real in my eyes.

“Figured if I wanted any chance with you, I had to quit.”

She looked at me, a mix of surprise and something softer in her gaze.

I met her gaze and said, “Since you asked me something, now it’s my turn.”

She nodded quietly, a little wary but willing.

“So,” I began, “what was the real reason you were out tonight?”

Her shoulders sagged slightly, and after a long pause, she spoke, her voice low and hesitant. She looked a bit embarrassed. 

“So, um… Darren—the guy from the show. We went to eat tonight, and he couldn’t drop me off,” she said hesitantly.

I narrowed my eyes. “The same guy who asked you to be his girlfriend?”

She nodded, biting her lip. 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. 

“Some asshole left you alone. In the dark,” I said, my voice shaking with fury. 

Who in their right mind lets a woman walk alone, especially at night?

“You could’ve gotten hurt. Anything could’ve happened to you”, I said, protectiveness crawling into me. 

I turned to face her again, my chest rising and falling. I watched her closely, a frown on her face. 

“That guy? He’s done. I don’t care what excuse he gave. A real man doesn’t leave a woman stranded. Especially you. Not ever.”

She stayed silent. 

I lowered my voice but not my protectiveness. “I want him gone. You hear me? I don’t want him calling you, texting you—nothing. You’re mine, and I swear I’ll break his neck if he tries some shit”

I exhaled, some of the anger sliding as I looked at her. I couldn’t stop looking at her, even though I had her whole face basically engraved in my mind. 

I examined her silence. 

“You alright?” I asked, softer now. “Tell me the truth.”

She gave a small smile. “Yeah. Just…my feet hurt. Heels were a bad idea.”

I looked down and noticed her feet tucked against the balcony chair; she had socks on, my socks. 

I smiled, realizing she had taken a pair from my drawer. 

One step closer to her feeling at home again. 

Without a word, I reached over and gently pulled one leg onto my lap.

Her head turned toward me, brows raised slightly. “What are you doing?”

“Relax,” I said, my hands already working over the arch of her foot.

She didn’t say anything—just watched me as I continued rubbing soft circles into her, easing the tension from her soles. I moved to the other foot, taking care of it. I watched her relax and drink the tea. 

A few quiet minutes passed. The night air was calmer now, the rain long gone. 

She hadn't spoken, but I could tell something was shifting in her. Her breathing was steadier, her shoulders less tense. 

Then, softly, almost like she was afraid of breaking the stillness, she asked, “Did you mean it?”

I looked at her, my brows pulling together. “Mean what?”

She hesitated, biting her lip. Her eyes didn’t meet mine right away. “That you still care… that you… Love me.”

My heart thudded hard in my chest.

I took one of her hands in mine. Her softness engulfed me, my thumb traced gentle circles against her skin, memorizing her all over again.

“I meant every word, my love”. 

She looked at me—really looked—and for a second, it felt like the world slowed. Like the pain, the distance, the lost time… all of it folded into this moment.

“I never say things I don’t mean,” I added. “Especially not with you.”

I held her gaze, letting the quiet settle between us, and I cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm.

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. A world without her would be a world without beauty, at least for me.

I leaned in slowly, our faces just inches apart, giving her a moment to pull away if she wanted. She didn’t. So I closed the distance gently, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The familiar warmth hit me instantly.  

When we pulled apart, she glanced away for a moment, a faint blush coloring her cheek. Small smiles played on both our lips.

I stared at her face, showering her with the look of love. 

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[a/n: I missed them to be honest. Time for the healing process! I can't believe were near the end of this series. Like and reblog! Mwah I love you] – Ceyana

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the twins

Brennan Sorrengail x f!reader (Duchess!) words: 1.7k 🏷: just some little scraps I have of Bren and Duchess before the arrival of their sweet twin mini Brennan’s. set in the happily ever after that we are absolutely going to get in book 5 or beyond. mentions of pregnancy, and the boys being born a little early. it’s implied that there were complications with the birth in the last scene, but it’s not described in detail or shown at all. and Brennan came to the rescue, like always 🧡

“What is up with you guys today? Do I smell like sheep or something?” you ask as another dragon comes up to sniff you, the fourth this morning.

“No,” the green swordtail answers, sounding amused. “Not that.”

“Then what?”

“I believe you humans call it being with child,” another says slyly.

“What?”

This shouldn’t be a surprise to you, given the frequency with which you and Brennan have been… trying, but you definitely weren’t expecting to hear it now, from the riot.

“You’ve been mated for five years now. It was about time, considering how short you humans’ lives are.”

Are they really calling you old right now?

“Congratulations,” Ban says warmly, sounding like she’s known for a while now. “The mender will be pleased.”

He definitely will be, considering that this whole thing had been his idea, that he’d been the one to sweet-talk you into it, to stop taking the tonic and let nature run its course. But how are you going to tell him, and when? What does this mean for your roles in Tyrrendor’s army and in caring for the riot?

“I was wondering where you were.”

You jolt in surprise, your heart jumping, and the tiny shock has one of the dragons stepping forward, ready to defend you. 

“He’s her mate, you imbecile.”

“Oh.”

You laugh, pulling Brennan into an embrace. “Hi, love.”

“They’re in rare form today,” he says, still eyeing some of them with apprehension.

“Rare indeed,” you agree quietly. 

His forehead creases, that cute look of confusion on his face. “Why are you looking like me at that?”

You won’t tell him now, even though you want to — you’ll have the healers confirm it first. Not that you don’t trust the riot, of course, you add down the bond. But they’d be able to better guess how far along you are, and if you’re progressing healthily.

“Can’t a woman admire her husband?” you ask, bringing a hand up to rest over his heart. 

There’s another look you know and love — his eyebrows raise, a sly smile curving his lips. “She can.”

“After the meeting,” you answer before he can ask. “I couldn’t look Xaden in the eye for days after we were late to the last one.”

“After the meeting,” he agrees, putting a hand on top of yours. There’s a barely-audible hum as your rings come into contact, the connection runes in them satisfied with your proximity. 

You don’t plan on leaving his side any time soon — and he likely won’t want you to, either. He’d likely become so much more protective, knowing the news. You're honestly a little excited to see what he'll be like, the extra care he'd take of you...

You’ll see the healers tomorrow, you decide, while he’s busy researching with Violet. Today, you’ll just go about your day, content to keep your secret. 

—————————

Now seems as good a time as ever — it’s the end of the day, your work set aside for the evening in favor of finally resting, taking the time to unwind. 

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to be done brushing your teeth and doing your skincare, so he can wrap you up in his arms and keep you there all night, where nothing and no one can hurt you. 

You move to stand in front of him, tilting his head up with a gentle hand on his jaw. He nuzzles his cheek into your palm, leaning into your touch, letting his eyes fall closed.

“You’re going to be such an excellent father, my love,” you say softly, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.

He smiles, but he looks like he doesn’t quite follow, he isn’t sure why you’re bringing this up now — and then his eyes snap open in realization. “Wait, really?”

You can’t keep the grin off your face. “Really.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly, but not too tightly, laying his head over your heart. You bring a hand up, idly working your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck. "If it's a boy, I hope he looks just like his daddy," you say quietly.

He pulls back, making you giggle at the insulted look on his face. "Are you saying that you chose me for my looks?"

"Not just for your looks," you answer, "but they definitely helped."

You squeak as the hands he's had resting on your back move to your waist, tickling the exposed skin between your shirt and shorts. "Not fair!"

He scoops you up with an arm under your knees, settling you into his lap. "All is fair in love and war."

You lean forward, still a little breathless, your nose brushing his. "I suppose so."

"Now," he murmurs, "if you'll let me, I'd like to thank you properly."

—————————

You rub your hands across your face, shaking your head to clear it. “What were you saying?”

He’s still looking at you with an expression you can’t quite place. “You’re gorgeous,” he says softly.

You look up at him, still not quite all there.

“I mean it, my love, you’re stunning. Walking around in that uniform, carrying my baby,” he breathes, settling his hands on your hips and pulling you forward ever-so-gently. His thumbs stroke over the material of your flight pants, toward your stomach.

You are quite the sight. The sleek black uniform has your shared name stitched onto it — no longer Aisereigh, but Sorrengail now, since you’d both come out of hiding in Aretia — and you’ve got that glow to you that people always talk about, your skin bright and clear, hair soft and shiny, lose from its usual intricate updo, instead tied back by a scrap of silk ribbon. 

“Smell divine, too,” he adds, pressing his lips to the side of your neck, his beard tickling the skin.

You giggle. “Who’s the hormonal one now?”

“Can’t help it,” he says between kisses. “Gods, I want to keep you like this forever. My gorgeous wife, my Duchess, mother of my children…”

“Children, plural?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, this is just the beginning,” he replies, entirely serious. “Two more to go after this.”

“Two more?” you echo, laughing. “You want three?”

“Or as many as you’ll give me,” he says with a sly smile. “But three would be perfect.”

You raise your eyebrows in challenge. “Oh, yeah? The commander in chief of Tyrrendor’s army is going to be leading assembly meetings with a toddler on each knee?”

“Absolutely,” he answers, and you know he means it. “They’re coming with me everywhere.”

—————

“Bren?” you murmur, reaching across the mattress for him.

“Right here, my love,” he soothes, taking your hand and gently stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “you’re okay, and so are our boys.”

You blink, processing his words. The last thing you remember was him carrying you down here, and all the blood… how long ago was that? How does he know you’re having boys?

It hurts his heart to see the look on your face, the sleepy confusion he’s seen in so many patients as a consequence of the sedation, combined with the delicate condition you’d been in from the blood loss.

There’s a soft cry from across the room, and that seems to snap you out of your haze— motherly instinct, maybe. You push through the fog to sit up, looking toward the sound.

“Easy,” he soothes, helping prop you up with a pillow behind your back.

The babe settles as soon as he’s held in his father’s arms, not minding the delicate movement of Brennan laying him down on your chest.

You’ve never held anything this carefully in your life, never seen a baby this tiny. That stands to reason — the pair of them had been born nearly a month early.

You can already tell both of them going to look exactly like Brennan, with their slight dustings of auburn hair and the shape of their noses. They probably have his eyes, too, but they’re shut, resting.

“Hi my loves,” you whisper down to them, in awe. “Oh, they’re perfect.”

“They are,” he agrees quietly, settling down on the edge of the bed beside you, the other twin in his arms.

Yours makes a soft sound like a yawn, a tiny hand moving to rest over your heart.

There’s a moment of quiet, guilt starting to seep through the cracks. “How long has it been?” You ask in a whisper.

He glances up at the clock. “About eight hours since I brought you downstairs.”

That makes this close to midnight. When had they been born? How long had it taken you to wake up?

“I don’t remember any of it,” you say quietly. “I should remember my own children being born, but it feels like it was all a dream that I’ve already forgotten.”

You lay a hand on your stomach, realizing you’ve already been mended back to normal, leaving no sign of your body ever having held your children. You feel… hollow.

“Hey,” he coaxes, “I don’t want you to blame yourself for a second. You did everything right. You carried them and helped them grow for eight months, and they’re perfectly healthy. The healers and I chose to do what was safest for the three of you.”

You nod, closing your eyes to fight back the tears and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But it still hurts.”

“I know,” he says softly, stroking your hair. “I know.”

There’s another moment of comfortable quiet, the four of you relaxing into each other’s embraces.

You still need to name them, you realize. “Naolin and Asher,” you say quietly, looking up at your husband. “For the two men that gave you life.”

He leans forward, still carefully cradling his twin, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Naolin Liam and Asher Xaden. For your brothers.”

“I like that,” you say softly. “I like that a lot.”

“The question is, which one is which,” he says with a soft chuckle.

You smile. “I have a feeling that’s going to be the question for the rest of our days, my love.”

[rubyyuna]

hey so how do you think Lilia vanrouge would deal with having a s/o where they’re hanging out, he doesn’t need as much sleep as other people and his mind is very active at night more than day, his s/o falls asleep in his room at some point in his presence for the first time?

Thank you so much for the request! You’re the first person to ask for multiple requests before and I feel very appreciated. So, I hope you enjoy my response!

You and Lilia have only been dating for a few months now and yet he treats you like you’ve been together for, well, forever. He’s always floating around you with the same old cheeky grin on his face, without a care in the world. Despite this, you can never manage to bring yourself to fully relax around him. Maybe that’s due to your anxious nature or the fact that you two haven't been dating for too long. But either way, Lilia invited you to have a game night, and you plan on making the most of it.

You knock once, no answer.

You knock again, no answer. 

You’re about to turn around and leave, maybe he’s hanging out somewhere else in diasomnia, when suddenly- 

“BOO”

You practically jump out of your skin, swiftly turning around in horror. Of course, it's only Lilia, hanging upside down with a grin on his face. Lilia only laughs as you look at him with wide eyes. 

“Fufufu, you’re always so easy to scare, Yuu!” He rests his hands over his stomach as if in pain from laughing so hard. 

You’re out of breath, still having not recovered from the shock. “That… was not funny…” You breathe out. 

Lilia only laughs more as he floats off of the ceiling and onto the floor. Although his laughter does die down a bit after a while. “Fufu~ Sorry, sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” You’re still trying to compose yourself when Lilia suddenly starts pushing you inside his room without warning. “Now, enough of that, let's have some fun, okay!"

As hours of gaming pass by, you get increasingly tired and yet Lilia somehow still looks like he could run a marathon. You don’t know how he manages to be so energetic, especially with him being such an old fae. It doesn’t take long for Lilia to notice your sleepiness though. 

He places down his controller (that he has connected to his computer for you two to play) and rests his cheek in his palm, glancing over at you. “Are you tired? I suppose I have kept you up past your bedtime, haven't I?” 

You wave off his comments. “Not really. I’ve just had a long day, that's all.” 

“Then…” Lilia trails off for a moment (almost intentionally so) before continuing, “Why don’t you stay here for the night, instead of going back to your dorm? If you do, then I can read you a bedtime story or maybe sing you a song?” 

You pause for a moment at Lilia’s offer. While you are hesitant, considering this will be the first time sleeping over at his dorm, you feel oddly compelled to agree. So, hesitantly, you nod. “Alright, but no bedtime stories. I’m not a child…” 

Lilia chuckles softly before, and without warning, guiding your head to rest on his lap. “Singing it is then.” Before you can protest, Lilia has already started running his fingers through your hair and humming a song, one that sounds oddly familiar. You could’ve sworn you heard Malleus humming it once before. 

But you don’t have much time to ponder on it as your eyes slowly start to flutter shut and you drift off into a deep sleep. 

“Sleep well now, Yuu… I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

Thank you again for the request. As someone who has an unhealthy obsession with Lilia, I hope this writing of mine is satisfactory.

:Also requests are open if anyone is interested.

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moving in with ushijima wakatoshi

tags/warnings : fluff, time skip ushijima,settled relationship, intimacy (but not the segsual way), female reader,mention of scars

word count : 0.5k

ushijima takes his life very seriously, that includes his relationship, he likes to commit and focus on a single thing. his friends might’ve told him he wasted his teenage years and his looks by not getting in a relationship earlier or flirting with more people.

but ushijima knew it was for the best, he wanted to focus on. volleyball anyway. but now that his career was pretty much set, he knew it would be fine for him to try new things. and he knew exactly what he wanted when he locked his eyes on you for the first time

for him “taking it slow” was a simple waste of time , the faster he gets to the goal , the more efficient it is. so it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when he asked you to move in with him after 6 months of dating. of course he gave you time to think about it but once you agreed everything was done very quickly.

in less than a week you found yourself sleeping in the same bed as him, sharing a living space with him wasn’t easy but it was good for you, he was organized, clean and healthy. soon enough you woke up to a table full of food and an ushijima, topless cooking for the both of you.

“you know you don’t have to do this right ?” but you weren’t going to complain, finding breakfast ready , cooked by a half naked guy, was the dream after all. “i always do this. i have to follow a diet, i just made extra portions”

he never made you feel like you bothered him in any way , the only times you heard him “complain” was when he let out a long sigh when he finally gets to be in your arms after a long tiring day, just plopping down his full body weight on you, not realizing how stiff he was until your back rubs slowly relaxed him.

ushijima was pretty touchy, he likes to explore your body, but not in the sexual way, finding birthmarks, his calloused fingers connecting your moles together, he just loves having his hands all over you , feeling every inch and knowing the story behind every scar.

he might seem like a big scary giant but he’s very gentle , especially when you ask him to brush your hair after you wash it, he really didn’t want to hurt you.

you were now basically sharing every single moment together , ushijima didn’t want to admit it , but he genuinely enjoys grocery shopping with you now, it wasn’t a task anymore , it made him feel like you were a married couple.

he would send you pictures of everything before buying it, a candle, a sweater, boxers, a couch,lipstick and even socks. he’s the type of guy that would get you anything you look at , he is big on gift giving.

ushijima likes to relax with you in a comfortable silence , he would read a book with you laying on his lap , holding his free hand as you drift off to sleep with the only sound being the quiet tv and the subtle crinkling sound from the fire place.

you had turned his place into a home, a home he actually enjoyed staying in, he was looking forward to going home after each outing. he does take you out but he’s much rather stay in and have a nice dinner together.

[420days]

HALL OF FAME | JEY USO

Summary: An extremely shy Brianna accompanies her husband to Hall of Fame for the first time

Warnings: none

“Mommy looks so pretty!” Brianna’s youngest son, Jeyden gasped into the phone once the FaceTime call connected.

“Wow, she does! I like your new hair mommy.” His twin brother, Jeylen nodded his head in agreement.

“Thank you my sweet babies. Are you guys being good?” She asked and before they could respond her oldest child intervened.

“No they’re not! They’re here acting a fool. You wanna show mom and dad what you learned?” Jeyla nudged her five year old brother.

Jey peeked his head into the camera letting this kids know he was still very much in the room and present. His kids knew they had a little lead-way with Brianna but he wasn’t having it at all.

Jeylen giggled before shaking his head and and moving away from the camera.

“What’s he doing Yaya?” He called his oldest by her nickname.

“Sticking up his middle finger.” She spoke and Brianna’s mouth went agape.

“Oh yeah? Ima deal with him when I get home cause he knows better than that shit.”

“Mmhhh anyway, mommy let me see what you’re wearing because the makeup is eating.” Jeyla clapped her hands.

Standing up from the phone she stepped back just enough to show her daughter her full outfit. Her cherry red dress with a tail in the back that hugged hourglass figure. The pointed gold heels her daughter helped her pick out went perfectly with her dress and gave her a height boost showing off her toned legs.

“Period mommy! Look at the body! My mom is such a baddie!” Jeyla gassed up her mom as she took FaceTime photos. Jey listened to his daughter and couldn’t help but to laugh because she sounded just like him.

Although she was sixteen she knew her mom was shy but she couldn’t understand why. Her mom was beautiful inside and out and that was exactly why her and her father reminded her every chance they could.

“Thank you love. You and your dad want to make me cry tonight.” She glanced up at her husband who was already smiling down at her.

“I hear you gassing mom but where’s dad? Cause I know he got it on.” Brianna heard her son’s voice after a door closed.

“Dad looks handsome. I told him that.” Jeyla sucked her teeth as her brother took the phone from her.

“Son, ou know I do!” Jey said as Jeycon took the phone from his twin sister and began gassing his father.

Brianna laughed at the two of them before telling the kids they had to head out or else they would be late.

“Okay, I love you guys! Take a lot of pictures and send them to me.”

“We will, love you too!” The couple smiled at their kids before hanging up.

-

“Oooouuu sis! You finally came out the house! You look so beautiful.” Trin smiled as she walked over to her sister and brother in law.

“Thank you.” Brianna smiled shyly as she held onto her husbands hand. It was Hall of Fame night and Jey was able to convince her to come with him.

He knew his wife was extremely shy and didn’t like the media’s attention so she refrained from coming to a lot of the events.

However, his parents agreed to keep the kids so he basically begged his wife to come and spend the next couple days with him.

“She look good don’t she? I told her that earlier.” He tucked his lips and looked over his wife’s hourglass figure in her red dress. He was ready to say fuck the show and take her back to their hotel room.

“She really does. It’s giving very much slim thick and the boobies are sitting just right.” Trin smiled.

“Naturally at that.” Jey added making Brianna push his arm lightly.

“Babe stop.” She smiled as her butterscotch face turned cherry red. After all the years they’ve been together this man could still make her feel shy and have her blushing.

“Ima leave you alone.” He smiled knowing he was lowkey embarrassing her by he didn’t care. He loved showing his wife off and that’s what he planned to do tonight.

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to the start of forever | ljh

pairing: jihoon x f!reader   genre: fluff  word count: 0.9k  summary: eating out with your boyfriend leads to the start of a new life warnings: mentions of food  please, remember to comment and reblog, it does mean the world to me and i would love to know your opinions.

You made a low sound at the back of your throat as soon as the rich flavor of the tomato sauce hit your tongue. There was a high chance that you had found your new favorite street vendor or maybe you just were very much hungry after an entire day of not eating anything at all — you were late to leave the apartment in the morning. There was no time to eat during the day so that bite of pizza was the first real food you were getting since the night before. It was like they said, hunger is best seasoning, or something like that?

“You like it that much?” Jihoon asked by your side, laughter dancing in his eyes but he too had his mouth full, so laughing was a no. He knew how you got if you so much as caught a glimpse of the food in his mouth. 

“You don’t?” you took another bite, closing your eyes and shaking your legs a little. 

Sure, hunger did wonder for the taste of the food, but there was no way it got that delicious just because of it. Whatever it was in there, you wanted more of it. 

“I like it, but I think I like that place close to the mall better” he shook his shoulders;

“You’re fucking crazy, that tastes like ass” the seller laughed loudly, pointing a finger at you with a knowing smile. You turned to Jihoon, eyebrows raised “He agrees with me”

“It’s a fine ass”

It was almost like a reflex, you half hit his arm, half pushed him away. It was all a joke, both of you were both laughing and it was much needed after the shit day you had. 

When you dreamed of being a teacher you knew that it was hard, knew that there were going to be bad days, and days that you would want to give up, but those were starting to be the normal. Being late that morning was nothing and it barely mattered. But Jihoon knew just how bad it had gotten, he had learned to read between the lines of what you said, and he knew what to look for in the thing you didn’t say. And for that alone you loved him. 

To Jihoon, your mind was like an open book he could read at anytime time. And it had been like that from the start. The kind of connection the two of you shared was intense from the start and it was larger than anything either of you ever experienced. It was unexpected how you just felt drawn to him, and him to you. After the first meeting, when you got introduced to him by mutual friends you did something you had never bothered to do before: you went looking for him on instagram. You didn’t mean to follow him and you certainly didn’t mean to like one of his pictures from years before. 

It was a surprise, truly, when he first DMed you — something that later on you found out that it was completely out of character for him. And from there on, both of you were just stuck together. You were talking for months through texts and then when you finally met in person, it was explosive. 

That happened two and a half years before and every day ever since was filled with Jihoon and his quiet love. Quiet, yes, but all so big. Every day you felt like you were embraced by him, even on days you didn’t see each other. 

Jihoon nugged you with his knee drawing back your attention. 

“Hm?” you smiled at him.

He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face, his face turned towards the sky for a second before he looked at you again. There was this different light in his eyes, something you had never seen before, but it was enchanting. 

“I know our lives aren’t really easy right now, we are not at the place we want to be without jobs, and a lot of it isn't looking good or promising yet. But there’s one thing I’m sure of and it’s that I want to be with you every step of the way. I want to wake up with you every day, I want to take you for a greasy pizza after you had a shit day. I don’t have much to offer you, but whatever I have, I want to share with you”

You felt like your heart stopped for an entire minute. It was like your body forgot that it was supposed to do things on its own. 

“Are you proposing?” you breathed, forcing your lungs to work again.

He smiled a little, somewhat embarrassed while nodding.

“I know it’s not amazing and I don’t even have a ring to give you. All I have is my love and this promise, and I know it’s not much…”

You covered his mouth with your hand. Your eyes were filled with unshed tears at the same time a smile took over your face.

“No, no, it’s perfect” you moved your hand, holding onto his cheek and pulling him to you until your lips were pressed over his “I love you so much”

“I promise to make a better proposal later, give you a ring” he laughed a little.

“Don’t you dare, I love this” you shook your head “It was perfect. This is absolutely my new favorite place in the world. I say yes to ring though”

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 24th

Day 24: Glove Kink // Masturbation //  Somnophilia

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Somnophilia, prior consent, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, body worship, vaginal sex

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Being pried from sleep is like waking up in a sensual dream. Hands are always gentle, even for how large they are, how strong you know they are. 

His lips are always warm, slightly wet and full of unspoken praise as they move across your body. Showering you in that feathery light touch that makes you sigh out, even if you are still wrapped up in the most pleasant dreams of the night. 

“Shhhhh sweetheart.” It’s whispered in your ear, but you don’t hear anything but the tone. It settles you and there’s a curve of his lips in happiness when it does. “I’ve got you.”

Marcus always wants you. There’s something about the deep connection between you that makes him constantly crave you. You never brush off his affectionate touch, leaning into his kisses and giving them back just as reverently. It just fuels the need for you that has built over the course of your relationship. 

He had also confessed something. He loved the idea of waking you up to his touch. His tongue, his cock if he could. Biting his lip in worry as he then quickly assuring you that it wasn’t something he had to do, just something he had been thinking about. 

It made you smile, remembering how you have woken up so many times to him hard to the point of aching and subtly grinding against your hip as he kissed you good morning. 

When you had told him that you didn’t mind waking up to him fucking you, he had almost choked on his tongue before smirking and from that confession your weekend ritual had been born. 

Softly, his hands remove the barriers between you. You sleep naked so it’s just a matter of unwinding the sheets from around your limbs, spreading you out and moving between your thighs. 

He had loved that you consented to this, that being key to his pleasure. That you trust him to love you into waking and starting your day off with him doing this for you. 

Hands squeeze your hips, broad shoulders braces between your open legs and if you were to open your eyes, you would find the sweetest brown eyes staring at your folds with a worshipful hunger that would make you feel like a goddess, even before the first touch of his tongue hits you. 

He loves this. The sweet, tangy, musky scent of your pussy after sleep is intoxicating. You are obsession worthy. He’s addicted to the smell and taste of your skin. Coaxing small sounds from your still sleeping body as he slides his tongue through your folds and flicks it over your sensitive clit. 

Even in sleep, you are responsive. Your thighs spread and then press against his shoulders, your pussy clenching so prettily around nothing. Making him pull away for a moment so he can just watch in the soft morning light. 

Smiling when you whine unconsciously and grinding down. Seeking out that friction and contact even if you don’t know you are doing it. How you are searching for him. 

That makes him eagerly dive into you again. Keeping his tongue sliding against your sensitive clit as he groans quietly. Urging your hips to move with the gentle pressure of his palms, pulling you down every so slightly into his face. 

You would never know it, but his cock is hard and leaking. Grinding it against the bed while he laps at you like you are his favorite treat, because you are. Moaning softly in your sleep and whimpering his name makes him throb in pleasure, twisting that butterfly sensation deep in his stomach. 

Pushing lower, his tongue curls up inside your velvety walls. Sampling the sweet juices that are already dripping out of you. Groaning and vibrating the sound into you as he licks deeper. 

Slowly, so slowly, you are starting to move more. Breaking from that deep sleep into something lighter. Hovering on the edge of consciousness and pleasure. Something delicious is happening to you and wanting to feel more of it as it filters through your being. 

Marcus continues, slowly working you up until your body is hovering on the edge of that pinnacle. Poised to cum and body aching for it. Still your eyes are closed and your body pliant, letting him move you how he wants. 

Only when he feels that first tremor does he stop. Making you whine softly when he pulls away and trails soft kisses up your body as he moves over you. Hovering on his elbow to slot himself between your thighs. Fitting himself at your entrance and starting to break you open with the slowest roll of his hips that he can manage. 

It takes so long to fill you. Every pulsing grip of your walls makes him want to push forward faster but that would wake you up. He loves watching your sleeping face as he slips inside you. Filling you up to the hilt. 

When he’s buried deep, he slowly pushes an arm up underneath your shoulders. Curling you up into him and finally kissing your lips. 

That always wakes you up and he loves how you immediately smile against his lips before you even open your eyes. Your hands coming up to caress his shoulders and your hum into his mouth is loving. 

Opening your eyes to see Marcus above you. His eyes full of love and wonder as he stares down at you. Lighting up even more when he sees that you are awake and looking at him. Your walls clench down around him, still amazed that this thoughtful, handsome and loving FBI agent is yours. 

“Good morning, baby.” Your voice is still thick with sleep. But you still groan in pleasure when he pulls his hips back to rock into you again. 

“Morning, sweetheart.” Marcus rasps out. “Want you to cum for me.” He groans. “You’re so close, I feel it. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me this morning?”

You whimper, knowing that it won’t take too many more thrusts before you do. Always worked up by the time you wake from the way Marcus takes care of you while you are still sleeping. 

He wants you to cum because he is trying to hold out. Ready to cum himself because he gets to indulge in somnophilia with you. Loving every second of it and thanking his lucky stars you love it as much as he does. 

[lexirosewrites]

For slick sunday

I am once again asking you to imagine Scream Queen O!Steve & horror fan A!Eddie,

except in this idea/AU Eddie is the co host of a horror podcast similar to Dead Meat but it's called (u guessed it) Corroded Coffin, Eddie hosts & A!Jeff co-hosts & O!Gareth mostly works with the sound while A!Chrissy & B!Felix (unnamed freak who apparently has a canon name but idc I like the name felix & using this name made me realize gender things so it has special meaning for me now) ANYWAY Chrissy & B!Felix mostly handle research

Well they talk about all horror not just movies, they discuss books & they discuss other podcasts & of course they discuss movies. Eddie & Chrissy are slasher fans through & through, Jeff is more for the supernatural stories, when Gareth comes on an episode very occasionally he's an unrepentant fan of elevated horror like The VVitch, meanwhile if felix is on an episode it's explicitly because they're talking about cosmic horror OR horror coming out of east asia (felix is a Junji Ito devotee, as am I & yes this is me projecting onto a fictional character)

WELL their podcast is fairly popular, they're considered Z-list celebrities within popular culture maybe D-list amongst horror fans, the Corroded Coffin podcast has gone on tours & done live shows. they've even established a small podcast network they call Hellfire Club & expanded to making more shows: chrissy & felix host a folklore podcast, Jeff & a new guest every week have discussions abt the new expression of horror abt being a marginalized identity (i.e. being a black person in a white supremacist society or being a beta woman/omega in an alpha centric patriarchal culture)

Then one day their business email gets an inquiry abt a new movie coming out in the next year & the executive producer wants to know if they'd be interested in a slight PR stunt/limited podcast series around this movie.

The producer in question is one Jim Hopper, a known name who's only ever produced action flicks, apparently he's dipping his toe into the horror space bc his daughter & step-son r huge fans of the genre & encouraged him to take on a script he'd normally ignore.

The movie is called Strange Times On Main Street & it follows an ensemble cast tht r meant to b the residents of a dwindling town in nowhere Indiana in the early 1980s, the horror factor comes in when the different characters start to see things tht might not b real but all seem connected to an individual who has terrorized the town for decades, culminating in a town hall meeting where they're told there's nothing tht can b done; so the situation dissolves into an eerily quiet mob tht ends up hunting down this person & the movie ends abruptly with this guy being executed in broad daylight practically in the middle of Main street.

They agree right away. The gimmick involves Eddie & Chrissy acting like the hosts of a true crime podcast who are "interviewing" the people of the town supposedly years after the incident. Everyone is excited because there r some big names involved in the movie, most notably the undisputed scream queen Steve Henderson who got half of his fame from working his way up from among stunt doubles on action movies so he's known to do his own stunts.

Well, it's a fantastic process & absolutely everyone has a wonderful time & Eddie sort of bumbles his way thru the episode w Steve (whose character is implied to have been the one to kill the supposed antagonist) but Steve finds it cute & gives Eddie his number.

The movie does well & wins not only a Screamy Award but an actual Oscar. Steve even wins the first Oscar of his career for best omega man in a leading role. He kisses his date before going up to give his speech, who's his date you ask? Eddie Munson host of popular podcast Corroded Coffin

They announce their wedding & mating a month after the awards show

horror meet cute🥰

[webslingingslasher]

Hey J, can you write something fluffy? Any Peter would do. it's exam season and it's stressing me out! I'm just searching for a little comfort 🥹

*cleaning out my inbox, based off some terrible storms we're having in my area. nerdy!peter* also- go me for coming out of retirement, i hope i'm still good 😁

there are three things that wake peter up in the dead of night.

the first was a loud crack of thunder, the second was a whimper, and the third was his skin being latched onto like he's velcro. peter's room flashes when lightning strikes outside his window, rain beating against it like it's begging to come inside.

there's another soft cry, hot breath washes across his ribcage.

'angel?' peter isn't awake enough to make the full connection yet. a pregnant pause, he can hear how hard the rain is coming down, his roof amplifies the sound.

'petey.' it's the soft drawl you have, you're calling out for him like he's your lifeline.

it's enough for him to rid all thoughts of sleep from his mind. 'hey, hey, hey, you're okay.' peter can feel you tremble under his hold, another strike of lightning, he's praying thunder doesn't follow.

'it's bad, it's so bad.' if peter had known about the storm he would've prepared better, instead it caught you both off guard and that made it so much worse for you.

'it's so loud. i don't like it, i don't like it, i don't like it.' you cling to him by hitching your leg over his hips, your arm thrown over his waist to keep yourself pressed against him is threatening a bruise.

peter's thankful this happened to be on a night you were sleeping over. 'sit up.' he rubs your back as a way to raise you, you shake your head. 'i think you need a hug.'

you're up in a second, peter's halfway to meeting you when the thunder he was terrified of hits and you scream while holding your hands over your ears.

peter has a funny feeling another rumble was coming, his hands pressing over yours- you scream again, you swear you felt the walls shake and peter wouldn't disagree.

you dive for him, a bundle of sobs and fast tears. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.' your chest rises and falls rapidly, you weakly agree. 'i'm okay.'

'i'm here, right? you know i wouldn't let anything happen to you.' you nod. peter keeps you tucked in his neck, he thinks he can hear the rain lighten up, just barely. he reaches for his phone and looks for his weather app, a full radar shows him the threat is moving away.

'hey,' peter keeps his voice low for you. 'look at this,' you peek an eye open and lightly squint at the light, your focus settles in and you finally feel your heart rate lower. 'watch,' peter slides a bar, within the next thirty minutes it'll be completely past you.

'oh thank god, there's an end to my torment.'

'see? i'll will anything for my girl.' it's a nice thought but he can't control the weather. 'you can't control mother nature, petey.' the smile he gives you makes you doubt your words.

'but for you, i'd try.' he's never made fun of your fears, he's only ever been your security blanket when you need one. you can throw him a bone. 'i mean... it did go away after you woke up, so...'

peter laughs, your cheeks feel dry from your tear tracks. you sniff and feel silly for the bought of tears, peter doesn't think you're silly though, he thinks you're brave for toughing it out. he always does.

'you only screamed twice, and that's just because it caught you off guard! you're killing this, angel.' he's always so sweet, out of all the things you love about him, you think that's number one.

pouting your bottom lip out, you give him a small peck. 'i love you.' the rain comes to a sudden stop, peter gestures to his window, 'that's the kind of power your love gives me. bam, i just made mother nature my bitch.'

'peter, don't call women bitches.'

'she's a bitch for making you cry.'

'aw, okay, bitch usage allowed.'

this time, peter kisses you. it's gentle, not because you're weak from the near panic attack- because he's only ever known to be delicate with you. god, you really love his heart. 'i think you're the best person i know. i'm going to look into how to nominate you for a humanitarian award.'

peter ponders it for a second. 'well, the best part of me is you, so i'm not sure how-' you stop him with a light smack to his shoulder, he bows his head and accepts your compliment how you wanted, with a shy grin.

'as long as you keep me around to fight mother nature, i'll keep accepting your awards.'

that's a bet you're willing to take. 

[i-like-forcefem]

Honestly I'm genuinely really interested in how to be entertaining to doms

If anyone has any thoughts please say so!!!

(LONG) Musings below the cut:

Since at the end of the day they do all of the amazing work of making cuties feel good, shaping them to be who they always really wanted to be

So I'd want to replicate their effort

Of course the obvious thing is to be completely obedient at all times, and further be considerate to her needs and communicate all of yours

Be a sub she can trust

Which I believe is a nice start! And where I believe Im at

But that's boring

Or at least I imagine it to be!

Since I'm honest about wanting my desires, open to someone forcing me into them and will be completely obedient to them no questions asked (assuming no boundaries are crossed)

There's no challenge here?

The dom is more of a guide then an owner, a mommy in a fairly literal sense

And if any doms enjoy that, first off um DMs open, more importantly that's incredible for you!!! I'm glad <3

But still I do wonder what would make one more entertaining to doms?

A friend of mine said in a server that fae only ever feels the desire to dom those that temp fae

Subs that manipulate the dom to put her in her place

And knowing fae that makes a lot of sense! And I also agree that it does sound hot to be playing right into her hand, and even if you're the one on top, she's in charge

But also that feels potentially really icky, manipulation is a slippery slope

Hmm, further there's the idea of bratting more, but then you run into the issue with me as a person being incredibly open about everything

Hell I even act it up a bit! (Or at least do my best to allow any emotions to run it's full course- which is um, yeah why those reactions have been so "flaunting" as the nice anon put it)

And there'd be a disparity between my personality outside kink and my role as a sub

That said I do love the idea of being a Tsundere a lot

But then I'd need to shut out any worries trying to take care of the dom within the scene

Hmmm

At the end of the day it also depends a lot on the specific dom

I want to make her feel good after all, and each dom has her own preferences and kinks, and only by communicating with her can we figure those out and I can play into those angles

Not knowing the intended audience outside "dom" is so broad, hard to boil down any actionable points

That said- I could hone in "forcefem dom"

But hmm, the issue to that is it's focused on changing the sub, and has a lot of physical elements that kinda need to be done irl

(I could challenge a dom by forcefemming me through text ;3 (but that too is bland tbf, since it boils down to "force me to act and dress cuter"- I'm already doing what I can for hrt and what not!))

Hmm, another friend of mine defined kinks as fufilling up to 3 desires: not wanting to think, a feeling of control, and breaking taboos (unsure about the last one)

But if we define domming as an act of complete control over someone, how do we make it more interesting for those purposes?

Well you could add difficulty, challenge makes anything more engaging! But in my case that'd feel dissengenuiess, so I'm not sure if bratting is the route to go

Hmm, but I do feel the complete lack of difficulty might be what makes it so unengaging, suppose there's some novelty in saying the flailing, but I highly doubt that'd be engaging over a long period of time

There's an argument to be made that doms looking for connection might be satisfied? But that can also be reached without kink- and it'd also be a lot easier to make that loving feeling stick without teasing

Yeah thinking on it, a feeling of control is fun but the main thing you want to do is push it's edges, and then you start running into either issues with a complete lack of resistance or hard boundaries -the struggle for control would very much be over in a single session, with not much more id resist on outside boundaries (if I'd even resist in the first place since let's be honest here)

Hmmm, gosh I'd love to hear Dom's thoughts on what they like in their subs so so so much

But back to the point: what iterations CNA be made to how I play to make it more engaging?

Hmm, maybe stopping analysing why a dom is so amazing? Might be a bit stressful even if I do want to give feedback on any art I experience and I want to be genuinely incredibly excited when giving it

Yeah gosh hitting a smidge of a wall

Being more of a Tsundere or incredibly cocky in my non-existent domming skills "Just enter my DMs and you'll end up in a maid outfit before the conversation is done >:3"

Could be interesting? I do think that being subtle is for cowards so it'd be played up to almost comedic levels (since that's fun! I like being over the top) but I suppose that'd also be uninteresting to play with?

Hmmm goshgoshgosh

Never really stood still to use game design lenses on myself as a sub and it's so fun? Really captured my imagination- I do lack information about what types of subs are out there (I mainly see one specific type) so if anyone wants to share experiences PLEASE DO

I am- so so so interested in this topic right now

Thanks a bunch for reading (gosh this got long)

I hope you have a nice day

[erinfern0]

Hiii💖 i love ur hcs about ghost😍 will u do more of them as their relationship goes further like moving in together then proposal and stuff like that please🥹🤍 if not that's ok have a great day/night💕

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

warnings: mostly fluff and comfort. there's also some smut. brief mention of anxiety, nightmares, and simon's past.

a/n: gosh, that's so nice, lovie!! have a wonderful day/night as well! <3 i think ill make one more post like this with husband!simon separately, so stay tuned if you're interested!

bf!simon who can't believe he's so lucky to have you. he didn't even believe you the first time you agreed to move in with him. you were just probably talking about how empty his flat is whenever he's deployed and he made a comment, something along the lines of "Wanna live there while I'm gone?" so casually you take it as a joke. But the more you two think about it, the more reasonable it sounds.

bf!simon who can't stand the idea of you denying him, so he doesn't ever bring it up again, just slides the keys to his flat with a note, written in his neat handwriting: "Make yourself at home, you practically live there already." You couldn't stop smiling as you grabbed some of the most important things into a bag and left your apartment.

bf!simon who finds you at his your shared place, sleeping on the couch. Before, whenever he thought about anyone being in his private space without his supervision made him crumble inside with anxiety, but now, as he looked at you sleeping so peacefully, he felt like his flat was finally more homely than ever.

bf!simon who adores how warm and cozy it is after he helps you move all of your stuff into his flat. Your little collections, blankets, books, hobbies, and snacks are splattered all over it, reminding him how close you two are every second.

bf!simon who quickly understands your routine and tries to find as much time to share with you. Oh, you have a slight break between your dinner time and reading time? Well, now you spend this time together.

bf!simon who becomes way more talkative and open about his feelings. Yes, it does take him a while, but he's not as emotionally unavailable as people believe him to be.

bf!simon who struggles to sleep sometimes, too caught up with his past and present fears/worries/anxieties. As soon as you move in, he finds sleep to be easier, calming even.

bf!simon who gets so grumpy whenever you try to leave bed early, he can't help but reach out and pull you close to himself, sometimes just lying on top of you to keep you close to him for as long as possible.

bf!simon who willl encourage you to work out with him. He prefers to do it by himself at home rather than going to an actual gym, so he loves it when you join him or just watch him from afar.

bf!simon who finds your presence to be overwhelming at times, but never takes it out on you. He's so used to living by himself that it's hard for him to switch so quickly to having someone around all the time, as soon as his back from deployment.

bf!simon who easily shares chores between the two of you, always putting a little more on his name, because you already do so much when he's away.

bf!simon who makes you a fresh cup of your favorite drink before he leaves the lat to run errands in the morning. Usually makes you breakfast too, adding some tiny notes to make your day a little better before he's back.

bf!simon who eats a lot to keep his form, so he always has something for you. It just feels weird to eat by himself when you're around, so he always has some snacks for you or will just share his meal with you.

bf!simon who likes to help you cook, but never does it purely by himself. that's a fire hazard right there. Yeah, he can chop some veggies or help you with the seasoning, but nothing more.

bf!simon who thinks sex is a great thing, helping people connect but doesn't ever pressure you into it. If you find intimacy to be difficult for you, he'll find other ways to make you feel good.

bf!simon who (with given permission) will keep you in bed for hours, kissing, touching, grabbing, caressing. Sex with him is slow, passionate, and breathtaking in the softest way possible, he's such a gentle lover he makes you feel heavenly.

bf!simon who can't help but fall more in love with you every day you live together, especially when he's back from another mission and can just rest in your arms, with you reminding him how much he means to you.

bf!simon who wants to marry you so bad it practically hurts, because he knows how much weight it can put on your shoulders. He doesn't start the topic before you do, too anxious to admit just how much he's scared of losing you or scaring you away with too much commitment.

bf!simon who caresses your face as you two fall asleep and realizes it's too late, he's already swooned by you. You have him wrapped around your finger and he just craves to have another reason to call you his.

bf!simon who comes back from running errands and sees you cooking. It's probably not the best idea to interrupt you like this, but he just can't hold back, fear cannot stop him all his life.

bf!simon who asks you if you'd like to marry him, but not proposing. He wouldn't surprise you like this, out of nowhere. He actually wants to hear your opinion and how you feel about it.

bf!simon who almost breaks down in tears as he hears how happy and excited you got. All dinner you talked about everything involving your life after marriage and he just smiled the whole time, mesmerized by you.

bf!simon who proposes to you a few months later, after you've talked everything through and both of you are sure you want this.

fiancé!simon who knows you so well, he buys you the most perfect engagement ring you've ever seen and it matches you so well. What surprises you is that he gets another, way simpler one for himself that he wears when he's home and hangs on his neck as he's back on deployment.

fiancé!simon who doesn't dream of a big wedding or anything, all he wants is to see you in the beautiful and cute outfit you chose and to say his vows and to finally say yes. He wants a civil marriage, but if religion is important to you, he doesn't mind your wedding happening at the church.

fiancé!simon who's amused by the way the rings shine on your fingers as you hold hands. Suddenly, he's more clingy than ever, having his hands on you all the time.

fiancé!simon who reminds you how much he loves you every day, but usually it's non-verbal. You don't have to hear it to know it. The way he holds you, takes care of you, helps you, supports you, looks at you - it's way more than enough.

fiancé!simon who can't stop imagining you in more lewd scenarios every day, always bringing his ideas up to see your reaction and is willing to try anything.

fiancé!simon who usually makes love to you, but after he proposes he finds new strength and courage to be rougher if you want. Now, you have days when he'll just fuck you the way you need or want him to, making sure you're comfortable every step of the way.

fiancé!simon who definitely had you on every surface of your shared flat. In the shower, bent over the kitchen aisle, on the couch, against the wall. He'll tease you about it too, especially when you get creative and figure something out yourself.

fiancé!simon who trusts you and is willing to give you some control in the bedroom. He starts to love the way you know exactly how to take care of him, his needs, and his body and he admires it more than anything.

fiancé!simon who might get a little insecure at times, looking at you from across the room, trying to figure out if he's not wasting your time. He wants to hear you say you want all of this, that you want him.

fiancé!simon who plans every little step and wants you to participate in planning. He hates the idea of taking the lead as surprising you with anything. That might not end well and he just wants you to be happy.

fiancé!simon who finally introduces you to his team, proudly looking at the ring on your finger, earning a ton of congratulations and questions from them. It's almost overwhelming how excited they all got, especially Johnny.

fiancé!simon who is secretly very happy to see you befriend his teammates, how much they treat you like a family member already. Because that's what you all are to him - a family he never thought he was going to have after what happened.

fiancé!simon who practices his speech in the mirror, trying to make everything perfect, because that's what you deserve. He rewrote it so many times, now the whole thing is engraved in his mind just waiting for the right moment.

fiancé!simon who doesn't find thinking about the future so terrifying anymore, that you are his future.

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