#soft sunday

[aventurineswife]

thank😭 god😭 your req is open😭

Anyway, can i request AE Sunday x Cheerful reader who showers him with a lot of affection? Like a lot of pda(holding hand, hugging him, complimenting him, etc) and um, perhaps the reader love language is gifting gift and physical touch too. I think i just love AE Sunday so much

Love your works! Have a great dayy <3

“To Be Held, and To Heal”

Summary: Onboard the Astral Express, you find yourself drawn to Sunday—a composed yet quietly conflicted figure with a celestial air. With your cheerful nature and love language rooted in physical touch and gift-giving, you shower him with affection, praise, and unexpected joy. As your warmth gently unravels his guarded exterior, Sunday grapples with his ideals, past traumas, and the unfamiliar feeling of being genuinely loved. Through every hug, compliment, and handmade token, you remind him that happiness isn’t just a dream—it can be real, and it can be his.

Tags: Sunday x Cheerful!Reader, Fluff, Comfort, PDA, Gift Giving, Physical Touch, Emotional Healing, Slow Burn Affection, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft Sunday, Protective Sunday, Love Language, Reader-Initiated Romance, Dreamscape Themes.

Warnings: Mentions of past emotional trauma and guilt, Brief references to religious trauma and disillusionment, Soft emotional vulnerability.

A/N: Thank you and you too!! <333

Sunday wasn’t used to this.

To the warmth. The hands that reached for his without hesitation. The arms that looped around his waist while the stars outside the Astral Express whirled by like fireflies in a jar. The little gifts you left by his door—handmade, thoughtful, wrapped with crooked ribbons and hope.

You were sunlight through stained glass. Brilliant, blinding at times—but never painful.

He often wondered what it was about you that made his wings tremble when you smiled at him like that. Maybe it was the way you loved so openly, without shame or fear. A kiss on the cheek when passing in the hallway. Fingers intertwined as if it were natural to be connected, anchored. You never asked him to change. You simply... gave.

And Sunday, for all his lofty ideals and celestial poise, didn't know what to do with that kind of love.

You caught him reading again, curled up in the observation car with the dim planetary glow casting gentle shadows across his features. His halo hummed faintly, eye-symbols glowing like quiet sentinels.

“Sunday!” You plopped down beside him, startling a soft flutter from the wings behind his ears.

His gaze drifted up to meet yours, calm as a lake. “You always enter like joy itself.”

You grinned, unabashed. “And you always talk like you're narrating a dream.”

You scooted closer. His tailcoat brushed your side. Then, without pause, you leaned your head on his shoulder, hands seeking his like magnets. He hesitated—but only for a breath—before lacing his fingers with yours.

“Did you like the little gift I left you?” you asked. “The carved dove?”

His eyes softened. “It reminded me of home. And of you. Which... I suppose is the same thing now.”

Your heart did a flip. He had no idea the way your name sounded from his lips—like a prayer finally spoken aloud.

He wasn't perfect with touch. Not at first. His responses were tentative, awkward even. A wing that twitched when you kissed his cheek. A slow, stunned pause when you gifted him a handmade charm stitched with tiny stars.

But over time, he began to respond.

A hand placed gently on your back during conversations. A thumb brushing your knuckles beneath the dining car table. His halo tilting ever so slightly toward you—something you learned was his version of leaning in.

One evening, you found him alone in the observatory room, standing near the glass wall where galaxies stretched endlessly across the dark canvas of space. The starlight caught the edge of his halo, illuminating the soft lines of his face.

He was gazing at nothing—and everything.

You didn’t have to ask what he was thinking about. You knew.

“I used to think... if I could give the world peace through dreams, that would be enough,” he said quietly, eyes following the trail of a comet as it arced through the void.

You stepped beside him, the reflection of your silhouette joining his in the glass, and gently wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

“But you forgot that peace means nothing if you can’t feel it for yourself.”

His breath hitched—just a little. He closed his eyes and leaned back into you, your presence grounding him like gravity. Trusting. Soft.

“I still don’t know if I deserve this.”

You kissed the spot beneath his halo, right where his hair fell against his neck. “Then let me keep reminding you until you believe it.”

Sunday wasn't used to this. But he was learning.

To love in the light, not just the dream.

To hold your hand and not look away.

To return your smile with one of his own—quiet, reverent, full of wonder.

And maybe, just maybe, he was starting to believe...

that joy wasn't something to protect others from.

It was something to be held. Given. Shared.

Like a gift.

Like a touch.

Like you.

I actually liked the ending wtf...

[vs-redemption]

Spending weekends with Keigo is always fun because his excitement is contagious and he gets excited about even the simplest of things.

Kisses!!! Breakfast!!! Cuddles!!! A new episode!!! He's just a very optimistic and positive person which makes it lovely to be around him.

He makes life feel more fulfilling by finding joy in the little things and sharing that joy with you.

Keigo is very observant and he's a people pleaser. He especially likes to please the person he loves so he's always coming home with small gifts for you that are personal and meaningful.

He is addicted to intimacy and not just sexy stuff. It makes his heart race just thinking about being close to you and doing things with you like napping, showering, getting ready in the morning, etc.

Taking care of people is what he's used to and it's something he enjoys doing. If you surprise him sometimes by reversing the roles though, he's going to melt.

He loves getting massages, laying on your chest while you play with his hair, or eating a meal you made just for him. He will never ask for these things, but he is so incredibly grateful when you do them.

In nearly every circumstance, Keigo prefers to fly. But when he's with you, that's one of the only times he wants to take it slow.

He loves going on morning or evening walks with you and just holding your hand while chatting and people watching.

[anna-hawk]

Soft Sunday with Frank Castle

Here is a soft Frank poll for the end of the week. I'm sure all of us need something like that. As always, you'll find your answer under the cut. Don't cheat and peek before you vote 😉. All answers are SFW.

If you want a spicy version, lemme know.

🍦 Frank wraps you into his arms and holds you close for as long as you need.

🍰 Frank kisses your forehead.

🍬 Frank cooks/bakes your favorite meal/snack.

🍫 Frank kisses you gently until you stop thinking about anything else but him.

🍿 Frank draws you a bath and sits with you while stroking your hair.

🍩 Frank lies with you in bed, just staying close, and lets you talk if you need to.

🍪 Frank softly talks to you while you both lie on the couch until you fall asleep next to him.

🧁 Frank brings his dog with him and both help to make you smile.

🥧 Frank gives you a long massage.

🍭 Frank puts on your favorite movie/show and bundles you up next to him as you watch.

[readyforthegarden]

Kait, I cannot help but indulge in the soft thoughts this lovely Sunday!!!

So, parallel to my bed is my dresser, and above my dresser is my giant corkboard that I have a bunch of things pinned up to, but I just realized that there's literally nothing on the top 1/3 of it because I can't reach it (for reference I'm 5'4 and my corkboard almost touches the ceiling)😂😂😂

But I'm imagining bringing Danny home for the first time and giving him the grand tour of my bedroom and him pointing to the board and quirking an eyebrow with a smirk on his face, "Short stuff can't reach the top" and then I realize that the board is, in fact, very bottom-heavy. But Danny just chuckles and flashes that lopsided grin and offers to pin a couple things up top for me. Maybe he sneaks a little post-it love note up there for me to find later. Once he's a frequent visitor of said bedroom, he absolutely makes it a habit to sneak post-it love notes up on the board every time he comes over🥹

more danny!!!!

ugh he's gonna sneak post-its and little drawings he does, like little stick figures of you two, his stick figure handing yours flowers, smoochies with hearts between them, the works!

sometimes he takes one of your necklaces and puts it up there, and waits for you to notice so he can play hero.

"Oh no, how did that get all the way up there?" he's grin as he reached for it, pretending it's just out of his grasp. he also does that bc he knows his shirt is riding up and you love to see that happy trail of his and the v of his hips peeking out from his jeans. he'd grab it for you and have you turn and lift your hair so he could clasp it around your neck for you, kissing the top of your head before turning you around and kissing you after complimenting the necklace on you.

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

Soft Sunday for Lief!

//When Lief was a baby, his parents were shocked at how calm he was whenever being lifted up. He wouldn't fuss, he wouldn't make noise, and while he was held, he would be still. At first they were worried, but as he grew, they both discovered that Lief actually just likes being picked up.

Whenever he's lifted, he relaxes and adjusts slightly so it's easy for whomever is picking him up to lift and carry him. Even when Jack lifts him, Lief will try and actively assist. Even when he's older, he likes to be picked up.

[nowritingonthewall]

3. He’s the best person you’ve ever seen at soothing a baby who's in discomfort or upset. A gentle touch and some soft words from Poe and they’re instantly more relaxed than they were before, the stress melting from their little bodies. He wakes them up with kisses and snuggles and his warm and gentle hands running up and down their backs. He takes every opportunity he can to teach them and foster their curiosities and passions. He sings, plays and zooms them around in tiny x-wings that he made.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He is so wonderful and perfect 😭And I love the idea of him making tiny x-wings for his kiddies so much 🥺 As soon as they can run around on their own, they would insist on trying on Poe’s helmet, even though it’s way too large for them (and also maybe a little too heavy?), so Poe offers to let them wear one of his pilot jackets instead (which would be more like a cape than a jacket for them) and in the end they refuse to take the jacket off, because wearing it reminds them of Poe’s soft hugs and cuddles.

[regnantlight]

Soft Sunday Thoughts

Zelda has small hands that are often engulfed when held

Will curl into her partner as the big spoon like a tiny but mighty shield

Often holds her partners cheek and gently strokes them with her thumb while kissing them

If you have a child together, you can find her up with your baby every night, without complaint, softly humming and rocking and feeding them back to sleep. Sometimes she lingers just to enjoy holding them.

On that same note, she’ll likely curl into your arms with a quietly breaking heart when they leave the nest. “I don’t want them to go…”

She often goes to bed late, but she’ll always kiss her sleeping partner on the shoulder before snuggling up for sleep

[kylo-wrecked]

Is your muse very emotionally intimate? (any verse)

The short answer is no. The long-ish one... unless there's a pre-established connection* between our muses or your muse has a profound, almost mythical soothing effect on him… not really.

Does he want to be seen, known, and understood by someone else? So badly. At the same time, emotional intimacy is one of this man’s greatest fears, and in some verses, he’s talked himself out of building emotional intimacy; he thinks he doesn’t want to. In some verses, he doesn’t need to depend on emotional intimacy or he can just kind of pick up the nuances without attaching himself to the details (e.g. Dark!Ren). In most, he comes across as rather deflective, defensive, deprecating, or distracted. And he is all those things because emotion bleeds off him. Mun believes this is a byproduct of his failure to initiate, the age-old tale of: 

‘You want so much to be secure that the idea of trying not to secure yourself has become a game, a big joke, and a way of securing yourself. You are so concerned about watching yourself watching yourself watching, and watching yourself watching yourself watching. It goes on and on and on. [It is quite a common phenomenon (<- Modern!Ben, for instance, is not a special case)]’. 

*by divine intervention on part of mun... so... if anyone at all wants to pre-establish a platonic or flirty or romantic or hate ship sometime…

Edit: I’m talking about romantic/friendships mostly. If they’re family, the bond is implied… unless we decide the fam ship is also a hate ship.

[aventurineswife]

Hiiii~! Whatcha doin? How r you?🧍 I'm here to talk about mr Sunday

HOW ABOUT. Sunday and reader became a family with... hmmm, maybe 3 kids. One day reader went for a walk/shopping/etc. and Sunday as a good father is staying with his kids. But he's so tired and fell asleep... to help him rest more children decided to sing him some lullabies. And... they fell asleep too. Maybe reader will join them after coming back, who knows (you know 🫵)

Children are like... 5-7 years old, maybe they are... how to say it in eng god help me.. halowians? Birdies. Sun loves his family and his family loves him, I'm craving for it

Thanks! 🏃✨

Even the Sun Must Sleep

Summary: After a long day of taking care of your three energetic Halovian children, Sunday falls asleep from exhaustion. Noticing this, the children decide to sing him a lullaby to help him rest more peacefully—only to end up falling asleep alongside him. When you return home, you find your beloved husband and children curled up together in a heartwarming scene of love and serenity, and you can’t help but join them in their quiet moment of peace.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Life, Family Bonding, Soft Sunday, Comfort & Warmth, Lullabies, Cuddling & Sleeping Together.

A/N: I'm feeling sleepy... 🧍‍♀️ Uh, I'm writing your req 🙌💖‼️

It had been one of those days. The kind where the sun felt just a little too heavy in the sky, the weight of the world pressing on the shoulders of even the most ethereal of beings. Sunday, ever the gentle and caring father, had spent the entire day tending to his children with a tenderness that mirrored the soft flicker of his golden halo. But even his boundless patience and empathy had limits, and the fatigue from his endless responsibilities caught up with him.

The children, three (or six?) bright-eyed Halovians with delicate feathered wings fluttering behind them, were wide awake, chattering excitedly as they played in the living room of their cozy home. They were energetic as ever, their laughter filling the room as they raced around, their tiny feathers shimmering in the soft glow of the evening light.

But Sunday... Sunday was exhausted.

Sitting on the couch, his long hair falling around him like a veil, his eyes drooped with the weight of his thoughts. His wings, usually so graceful and regal, were now a little less taut, resting against the cushions in a way that made him seem small. He tried to stay alert, a father’s duty never truly over, but his body was too tired, and before long, the exhaustion pulled him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The children, ever perceptive of their father’s moods, noticed his slumber. His breath was slow and rhythmic, the tension in his face fading. It was rare for Sunday to rest like this, to be so unguarded. They looked at each other, exchanging glances that only siblings could share.

"We should help him rest more," one of them said quietly, a little girl let out a soft giggle that echoed in the room. Her tiny hand reached out to tug at her brother’s sleeve.

Her brother nodded solemnly. “We can sing him a lullaby... just like he sings to us.”

The youngest of the three, a boy with bright eyes and a halo of soft, twinkling light that mimicked the stars, climbed up beside his father and gently tugged at his father’s sleeve. "Dad... you sleep too much." His voice was soft, yet filled with the innocent wisdom that only a child could possess. “Let’s sing.”

The trio gathered around him, their voices blending together in a harmony so pure it seemed to lift the very air. They had heard Sunday hum lullabies to them many times before—soft, lilting melodies that made the world feel safe. Now, they sang the lullabies back to him, each note filled with love and tenderness.

Their voices were sweet, gentle, as they sang.

Each note melted into the next, their soft voices wrapping around Sunday’s form like a warm embrace. The little ones, their eyes half-closed, began to succumb to the same peaceful slumber. One by one, they nestled against their father, curling up around him like little birds seeking comfort in the warmth of their nest.

Time seemed to stretch, the melody lingering in the air long after the children had fallen asleep in a pile of soft, tangled limbs. The house was quiet except for the gentle rhythm of breath and the occasional flutter of feathers.

When you returned home from your errand—bags in hand, a soft smile on your face—it didn’t take long to notice the serene scene. The living room, usually filled with playful chaos, was now a haven of calm. Sunday, your dear husband, was resting peacefully with the children nestled around him. His golden halo was dim, his hair messily splayed against the cushions, his wings limp in a way that made him look far younger than he was.

The sight brought a warmth to your heart. Sunday had always been so dedicated to his family, so selfless in his love. It wasn’t often that you saw him this vulnerable, this at peace. He was always the pillar, the protector, the one who shouldered the weight of everyone’s troubles.

But here he was. A father. A husband. Resting.

You silently set your bags down and approached, your footsteps soft so as not to disturb the peaceful tableau. You crouched beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. His eyes flickered open, just enough to meet your gaze, though sleep still clung to him like a veil.

“Did I fall asleep?” His voice was a soft murmur, barely above a whisper.

You smiled gently, nodding. “You did. And you needed it.”

Sunday’s lips curled into a small, tired smile as he glanced at the children, who were all snuggled up against him, their wings fluttering softly in their dreams. “They’re too kind,” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. “They’re... so much like you.”

His eyes closed again, a faint sigh escaping him. You knew how deeply he loved them, how his heart swelled with pride and joy whenever he was surrounded by his little ones.

You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “You’re a good father, Sunday. Rest for a while longer. I’ll stay with them.”

He nodded, his grip on the children tightening just a little, and the serenity of the moment settled in once more. You watched as he drifted back into sleep, the soft lullaby of his children’s voices still echoing faintly in the air.

For now, in this quiet moment, everything was right. The family was whole, the weight of the world momentarily lifted by the simple love that bound them all together.

And as you joined them on the couch, the four of you nestled together in peaceful slumber, you couldn’t help but believe that perhaps, just perhaps, a world without suffering was possible after all.

[huyensgoingsomewhere]

Yên cafe, Cần Thơ city, Việt Nam

photos by huyen

[vs-redemption]

He's very reluctant to let you up and locks his arm around you to keep you close for a couple more minutes of cuddling.

When he finally lets you up, he stays in bed a moment because he likes watching you pick out your clothes and get dressed.

He likes spending the morning in the kitchen together, finding excuses to touch you by putting a hand on your lower back as he moves past you or holding your hips and looking over your shoulder.

He tries to set a chill mood by playing some upbeat oldies on the bluetooth speaker you keep on the counter.

He usually makes you both smoothies for breakfast but on Sunday's he cooks a full breakfast. Whatever you like.

He likes to get chores done early on Sunday's so he will throw in the laundry and go grocery shopping for the week after breakfast. You can go with him if you want but he understands if you wanna cozy up on the couch or take a nap while he's out.

After that he's yours the rest of the day. He's always down to stay in with you and relax. But if you wanna go out, he likes that too.

He insists on driving and carrying any heavy bags.

He is silly and protective and grumbles about you zipping up your coat and putting on gloves in the fall and winter.

[readyforthegarden]

jake putting on lipstick before he gives you smooches so he leaves cartoony kiss marks all over your face send tweet

Maddie, you don't even KNOW. I have this kind of mulberry, deep gray mauve lipstick that I love that I think Jake would pull off so well, and I want to put it on him SO bad, and I need his lip prints all over me everywhere with it.

I imagine he does it out of nowhere too. He's bored, you're just doing stuff around the house, maybe you're putting away dishes or folding laundry fresh from the dryer and he comes in, and you see him with the lipstick on and before you can compliment the color he's pinned you to the ground or couch or wall, and is just smothering you in kisses, smiling against your skin as your laughs and giggles echo through the house 🥹🥹🥹 i'm gonna cry if i go on

[nowritingonthewall]

5. The rumble of their Daddy’s voice in his chest as he cradles them close, telling them that he loves them and he’ll be there when they wake up, is the last sound that they hear before they drift off. Their dreams are sweet and they can’t wait to get up and greet another day because life is wonderful when your Papa loves you to infinity, more than all the stars in the sky.

Dear Nonnie, I cannot thank you enough for blessing me with your heartwarming writing 🥺

This was so soothing and comforting and healing to read, every single sentence 🥺 and I really really hope that you have (or will soon find) someone in your life who makes you feel just as loved as Poe would 💖🤗💜

[kylo-wrecked]

Is your muse the type to fall in love from having sex or to leave it be?

There are so few verses in which this muse lets things be. If he's intimate with another muse enough to fuck them, love is often a requirement. He needs a modicum of familiarity, even when drunk, a complete understanding that Ren, especially Ben, hopes will instinctively form so he doesn't have to work at it. For Star Wars verses, mutual respect must precede sex. In all verses, trust is paramount. Kylo Ren doesn't put his hands on anything he doesn't trust. He can do anything at all from a distance.

Music!Ben is similar in that regard; his image is powerful, so he can hone almost everything about himself into a guileful tool, his body, his words, his music, the mere idea of himself—even the batshit bad shit.* He's the only modern variant with an active and healthy* sex life, the only one taking you home to tease you with toys and then nibble on your earlobe and quite possibly hold you all night like he loves you. Even then, if all goes well, he'll want another round sometime. He'll think up a new game to play.

Ex-Con!Ben would most likely 'let things be,' if 'let things be' means 'letting the part of you that died stay dead.'

Intimacy is painful for him. Vulnerability too raw to suffer. One touch and something might fall apart.