(A photo of Luca curled up on MC's chest, arms wrapped around them tightly, his face buried in their neck. His messy hair sticks out in all directions, and his lips are slightly parted as he sleeps peacefully. The soft glow of morning light filters through the window. In the corner of the photo, Mocha the cat can be seen sitting on the bed, staring judgmentally.)
Caption:
"POV: Your clingy boyfriend swore he wasn’t possessive but now you’re his personal body pillow. Send help 🫠"
When Mc calls Luca their husband for the first time
It had only been a few weeks since the wedding, but everything still felt so fresh, like they were still getting used to their new titles—husband and spouse. Luca had been floating on a cloud since that day, his heart full every time he looked at MC, every time he saw the ring on their finger and remembered that they were his, and he was theirs. It was a small but undeniable reminder that their love was permanent, something he cherished more than anything.
Today, they were out together at a local café, grabbing coffee on their way to meet some friends. The sun was warm, a slight breeze in the air as they sat at one of the outside tables, talking softly to each other, enjoying the peaceful moment.
Luca had just finished explaining a funny story about one of his old university students when MC smiled at him, their eyes twinkling with mischief. A barista walked over, setting down their drinks with a friendly smile.
"Is there anything else you need?" she asked.
MC shook their head, glancing over at Luca before they casually replied, "No, we’re good. Thank you."
As the barista turned to leave, MC looked back at Luca, a playful smirk creeping across their lips as they added, "Thanks, my husband here was just telling me about his students."
Luca froze. His hand was halfway to his coffee cup, but his brain short-circuited at the sound of the word "husband" coming from MC’s mouth. Husband. Him. Luca Pearce. He was their husband.
His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, and he quickly looked away, suddenly flustered. "Oh… I… um—"
MC leaned in a little, clearly enjoying the way Luca was stumbling over his words. "What’s the matter?" they teased softly. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Luca mumbled, clearly embarrassed but smiling at the same time. "It’s just… you called me your husband. I mean… I know I am, but… hearing you say it out loud like that—it’s…"
"Flustering?" MC offered, their smile widening as they saw how red his ears were getting.
"Yeah," Luca admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn’t ready for that."
MC laughed softly, reaching out to take his hand across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Get used to it. You’re my husband now, remember?"
The word sent another wave of warmth flooding through Luca’s chest. He couldn’t help but smile, his heart racing as he looked at them. "Yeah… I guess I am," he said softly, still getting used to the sound of it. Their husband.
MC leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Luca’s cheek, making his blush deepen. "I love you, Luca. Husband or not, I’ll keep calling you that just to see you blush like this."
Luca chuckled, finally lifting his coffee to take a sip, but the blush still hadn’t left his face. "You’re gonna kill me with that," he muttered, but his smile was wide, his heart overflowing with happiness.
And as they sat there, sipping their drinks and sharing quiet conversation, Luca couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. They were married, and even though the word "husband" still flustered him, he knew it was a title he’d proudly carry for the rest of his life
It’s late into the night, and the apartment is bathed in moonlight, the only sound being the occasional soft breath of the person lying next to you. You shift a little, barely awake, just enough to adjust your position when you suddenly feel it—Luca’s arm tightening around your waist.
His body instinctively curls into yours, pulling you closer, his legs tangling with yours as he unknowingly drags you across the bed. You blink sleepily, trying to make sense of what’s happening, but before you can fully process it, you feel the warmth of his chest pressing against your back.
His arm locks firmly around your middle, and his leg slides over yours as if he's trying to hold you in place, as though in his sleep, he’s afraid you might slip away. His breathing is soft, almost rhythmic, completely unaware of how tightly he's cuddling you.
You smile sleepily, heart warming at the subconscious clinginess. Luca rarely showed this side of himself during the day—usually reserved and cool, maybe with a teasing grin or a sarcastic comment. But here, in the quiet of the night, his need to be close, to hold onto you, is so evident.
You gently try to shift, but the moment you do, his grip tightens further. He pulls you flush against him, his nose now buried in the back of your neck as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath, still deep in sleep.
You can’t help but chuckle softly, not wanting to wake him, though the situation leaves you feeling a mixture of amusement and tenderness.
“Alright, alright, I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.
Settling back into his embrace, you feel the warmth of his body seep into yours, the comfort of being held so close making it impossible not to relax. And soon enough, you find yourself drifting back to sleep, cocooned in Luca’s unconscious, but undeniably affectionate, hold.
