#and as I was scrambling the eggs I just felt so much peace like the feeling was truly indescribable

[honeyedmiller]

The Night Before // Pedro Pascal

warnings: implications of smut and sooooooo much fluff I could CRY. hope y'all enjoy <3

word count: 1.7k

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synopsis: You and Pedro had been dating for awhile, and finally decided to give yourselves to each other. Now it's the morning after, and you can't get last night's events out of your head.

(p.s. omfg this gif makes me want to dramatically CRY UGH)

You stirred slightly, eyes slowly fluttering open. The sun's bright rays beamed through your lover's bedroom, the ivory curtains doing a poor job at keeping the light from your eyes.

You felt a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around your bare abdomen, bringing a sleepy smile to your glowing complexion. You could tell he was still asleep by the slow, even sounds of his breath that blew against the back of your neck.

Your eyes darted to the clock on the bedside table— 7:30 a.m. You were surprised you woke so early, considering how late you stayed up due to last night's events.

Oh, last nights events.

You'd been dating Pedro for a few months now, and he absolutely adored you. He'd show you off to the world whenever given the chance, proud to call you his. He made you feel so special, so loved, and never let a day pass by where you didn't feel the unwavering love he had for you.

You finally admitted last night that you loved each other, and that's when you two decided to give yourselves over to one another. Sure, you've had multiple occasions where everything got hot and heavy, but it never exceeded a certain point until last night.

The memories of last night coursed through your mind, imprinting themselves into your soul. You could still feel the way his hands roamed your body, making your skin feel like it was on fire. You could feel his lips against yours and various other parts of your body, making you blush once more. You could also recall his words, still very fresh in your mind, of him praising you and telling you how absolutely breathtaking you were.

He made you feel like a goddess— and to him, you absolutely were. You loved this man more than anything, and you made sure he knew that.

He took his time with you. He didn't rush a thing, and made sure you knew he was all in, and you were his end game. You were it for him, no one else. He'd found his soulmate, his forever, his life partner. The overwhelming feeling of it all washed over him last night all at once, nearly making him cry tears of absolute exultation.

At first, you'd always had a hard time expressing your feelings, and Pedro was hesitant to fully commit to a relationship in fear of getting hurt. It took so long to build that strong form of trust between you both, but the moment it happened, you both dove into it head first. Neither of you regretted the decision to do so.

Breaking from your daze, you turn your head to see a peaceful looking Pedro. A soft smile grazed your lips and you moved to kiss his forehead ever so tenderly. He didn't move an inch, which made you stifle a giggle. Slowly, you unwrap his arms from you, already missing the warm embrace as you slowly sneak out of bed.

You found his shirt from last night tossed onto the floor, so you swiftly picked it up and put it over your head, the soft jersey material falling over your bare body.

You tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. You made your way downstairs and into the kitchen. You wanted to do something nice for Pedro since he made you feel so special the previous night, so you decided to make a nice breakfast.

You grabbed all the ingredients you needed, connected your phone to the bluetooth speaker he had in the vicinity, and got to work.

You started swaying your hips to the music as you diced up some potatoes, wincing slightly at the soreness between the apex of your thighs. It was a good soreness, though, and you remember your lover's presence there.

You'd just finished scrambling eggs and cooking up some seasoned potatoes, fixing to stir the waffle mix when flashbacks of the night before started to flood your head.

"You're so breathtaking, baby."

"I love you."

"You're all mine. I'm so lucky. All mine."

Pedro's words kept replaying in your head, making your eyes tear up in the slightest. You really loved that man with everything in your whole being, and were so lucky to've found such a wonderful person like him in this lifetime.

"Good morning, sweet girl." A low, groggy voice snapped you from your thoughts, startling you. His bare feet padded against the hardwood floor, stopping when he was entirely in the kitchen. You turn around, bowl full of waffle mix in one hand, whisk in the other.

You were doe-eyed as you faced Pedro, admiring how disheveled his hair was, how his tan skin glowed, and how low his gray sweatpants hung from his hips. You bit your lip as your eyes met his dark ones that were soft, sleep still prominent in them.

"Good morning, handsome," You set the bowl with the whisk down on the kitchen island, moving to your sleepy lover. You stopped in front of his tall frame, looking up at him. He lazily smiled down at you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body. "How'd you sleep?"

A blush sprinkled across your cheeks from the proximity, but you beamed up at him as you trailed your hands up his chest and around the back of his neck. You linked your two hands together, letting them rest comfortable behind him.

"Best sleep I've gotten in a very long time." He rasps, moving his head down to kiss you softly. Your hands unlink from themselves, and you move one of them to the back of his head and through his soft, wavy hair.

You kissed him like your life depended on it. You'd never been so passionate with anyone until it came to Pedro, but he loved every ounce of love you were willing to pour into him.

Reluctantly, you pulled apart from him. He kissed your forehead before looking down at you once more, and your hand moved to his cheek to caress it.

"I'm making some breakfast," You state the obvious, "Hope you're hungry." You smile up at him before kissing the stubble on his chin before fully releasing him, but he doesn't let go of you just yet.

"Hmm," He hums, resting his forehead against yours. "Smells good." He grins at you, kissing your forehead one more time before releasing you from his grip.

"Waffles should be done in ten minutes." You turn back around to finish the mix, couldn't help but feel Pedro's eyes burning into you.

He leaned against the kitchen island, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you mix the batter in the bowl, wearing his shirt. God, could you be more perfect? His eyes ran up and down your body, over every single curve that he had the privilege of kissing last night.

You started to shake your hips to the song that was playing, which put the biggest smile on Pedro's velvet lips. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but he knew better than to distract you from something that had your full, undivided attention.

As promised, the waffles were done in ten minutes. You served him a plate and he graciously thanked you, diving right in. He let out a satisfied groan, his eyes rolling back in a dramatic fashion. You laugh, lightly hitting his shoulder.

You both ate in peace, just simply enjoying each other's company. It was intimate moments like this that tugged at your heart strings. Moments like this you'd never take for granted.

You both finished fairly quickly, both seemingly hungry after such a worked-up appetite.

After you put your dishes in the sink, Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls played over the speaker. Pedro held his hand out to you, and you softly giggled as you took it without hesitation. He pulled you into his chest as one hand wrapped around your waist, the other holding yours in his.

You rested your head on his chest as you two swayed back and fourth to the beautiful love song, pure bliss coursing through your whole being. You don't know what you did in a past life to deserve such a man as Pedro, but you couldn't be happier. You were so in love with him, it could make others sick.

He twirled you around toward the end of the song, your giggle echoing through the kitchen. He hoisted you up by your waist and set you down on the kitchen island, so you two were now eye level. He parted your legs so he could stand between them, hands traveling up your thighs as he dipped his head to leave feathery light kisses against the hot skin of your neck.

You hummed in content, draping your arms over his shoulders. His hands kept traveling up until they reached the apex of your thighs, and his thumbs began to rub light circles into your skin. You pulled apart from him for a second, admiring the adoration in his eyes— which, you were one hundred percent sure your eyes reflected to him as well.

"I love you," You whisper, your index finger moving to trace a small pattern on his bare chest. "So much." You kiss him once, twice, a third time before running a hand through his hair.

"I love you too, my darling. So much." He nudges his nose against yours, leaving a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

"C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up, mama." Pedro hoists you up from the counter, a playful squeal falling from your mouth. You wrap your legs around his waist and leave playful, wet kisses tracing along his neck and collarbone as he took you two back upstairs to his bedroom and into the bathroom.

He set you down, your feet planting themselves on the cold tile floor. You shivered at the feeling, looking up at Pedro. He went to turn on the shower to a temperature you both liked, then stood back in front of your frame.

He smiled as his hands grazed where the hem of his t-shirt on you and your thighs met, chills instantly covering your body. He slowly pushed the shirt up and over your head, admiring your bare body from head to toe.

"My beautiful, sweet girl. How perfect you are." His lips met yours once again, this kiss in particular filled with fervor and neediness. You slid the sweats right off of his body, and he wasted no time backing you into the shower, lips never breaking yours—

back to finish what was started the night before.

#pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal imagine

[applcrumbl]

Seven Stages

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Ex! Reader, JJ Maybank X Reader Warnings: Strong Language, Talk of Alcohol Author's Note: Do I smell a series? perhaps....

Summary: When your boyfriend Rafe leaves you for another woman, You find solace in JJ Maybank.

part i. shock.

There are 7 stages of grief. Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing, and finally, Acceptance. After your boyfriend of a year broke up with you for no apparent reason at all, it felt as if you’d never get past stage 5.

When Rafe told you that it was over, it was a blow to the stomach. The initial impact knocked the wind out of your lungs and left you frozen to the spot. You knew what he was like, you should have seen it coming, but that didn’t mean you hurt less.

“I’m sorry” he explained, staring into your impassive eyes, “But, It’s what is best,”

“Is it someone else?” you asked, the question was engraved in your mind, though you were scared to ask it.

Rafe was taken aback, “Don’t you trust me?” He accused.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll answer that”

He hesitated, “Yes”

You didn’t say anything more and instead went to bed.

In all honesty, it didn’t feel like it had actually happened, and when you woke up the next morning you made two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon. 3 slices for Rafe, the way you knew he liked it. It hadn’t quite occurred to you yet, that he hadn’t spent the night. The lonely half-hour at your family’s breakfast bar is what made that apparent.

The plate was thrown at the wall, and a string of curse words tumbled out. You ripped the chain from your neck, tiny golden links and a wildly expensive pendant scattered along the floor. Never one for material things, you felt no guilt at the action. Though part of you wished you just sold it, or donated it. Even kept it as something to give back to him later - an excuse to see him again.

Rafe’s things got thrown haphazardly into a cardboard box and left beside the front door. Some clothes, a set of cufflinks and his favourite polo shirt. Along with the gift you were set to give him on his upcoming birthday.

You called him that night. It was supposed to be a quick phone call saying that he could come to collect his things from your house, but transformed into a full-blown argument. Screaming down the receiver, you called him every derogatory name under the sun. At that moment, you hated Rafe Cameron.

“Stop calling me, Y/N.” he would say.

“Stop being such a dickhead, and just talk to me!” you begged, “Why?”

“Y/N”

“Please”

The dial tone sounded. A noise that became all too familiar.

The depression came in quickly and stayed a while. The previous stages had flown past in a whirlwind, and now you were left to wallow in your feelings. Much less angry with Rafe and his wandering eyes, and much more upset with yourself for not being good enough. By the time you managed to pull yourself out of your bed, the news of the breakup had spread throughout Figure 8. The cut heard soon after, almost like a celebrity break-up so the small island of Kildare. Gaggles of giggling girls all made faces at you as you passed. Each ready to get their hands on the islands newest, and richest, eligible bachelor. Talk of your ex boyfriend littered every teenage social spot. Kook and Pogue alike.

You tried to phone your best friend Sarah. But, she never answered the call. Probably choosing Rafe’s side in order to keep the peace at home. She was his sister after all. So you were entirely alone.

That was 3 months ago. It was a fresh new year.

You’d moved on, completely skipping the 6th stage and moving on to acceptance. Rafe didn’t want to be with you, and that was fine. It was his choice. Besides, had you never gone through those stages of grief, you wouldn’t be where you are now. Your new boyfriend tapping on the edge of the fridge.

“What do you wanna eat, Babe?” JJ asked, head peering from the kitchen. 

“I’m not sure, what do we have in?”

With a hand resting on the top of the fridge, JJ peered inside. “Nothing interesting, I’ll go pick up something from the wreck then, yeah?”

“Your treat? Or am I just wishfully thinking?”

“I’ll pay you back in other ways?” he jokes, ghosting a kiss on your lips, “I love you.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a sly smirk. You had money, he had none. But he made up for that in other ways, ways that Rafe never could. JJ left the house with another peck on your lips, almost tripping on the box that stayed gathering dust at the front door. Rafe’s things. Which he still hadn’t come to collect. 

They didn’t bother you anymore, you were just eager to see them gone. After all, JJ and you were due to move to your own condo late that week, and nobody wants to move their girlfriend’s ex’s things into their house. It was bad enough that they still sat there. And it was bad enough that JJ couldn’t stand Rafe at the best of times.But, he put up with it, for he knew that she was 100% with him. That Rafe was no longer even a whisper on her mind.

The night was a relaxing one, Sarah had finally spoken to you, a rambled apology about her absence. You brushed it off, she had to pick a side, and after all, Rafe was still her brother.

“But I’m not even fond of Rafe,” she said, “There is no excuse for ignoring you like I did”

The phone call was long and comforting. You hadn’t spoken to many people since the breakup, at least not those who inhabited the rich southern side of the island. You spent your time with JJ’s small group of friends. Plus, you knew that Sarah was skipping out on a potential date with Topper to talk to you instead. You insisted that she could go if she wanted, but you could practically hear her eyes roll through the phone.

“Who’s there?” a familiar voice slurred in the background, “is that Y/N?”

“She doesn’t want to talk to yo-”

Sarah’s protests were cut off by the drunken man who had grabbed the telephone and promptly pressed it to his ear. You could hear her struggle to ge her phone back, but understood her plight, knowing all too well how stubborn her brother was.

“Y/N?” the voice asked. “Baby is that you?” Rafe practically pushed Sarah from the bed as he fought to keep possession of the phone. Both hands clutching it in desperation. As if it were to dissipate into thin air.

“Hi Rafe.”

It was the first time you had spoken to him since stage 3, and you were surprisingly calm.

“I’ve missed you so much” he cried, voice wavering from both a mixture of the booze, and his emotions, “I fucked up, baby. I need you”

“How much have you had to drink?”

“That doesn’t change anything,” he argued, the letters in his words melting together. It was barely understandable. He was very clearly inebriated, and for someone who could so easily hold his drink, it was almost worrying.

The front door opened again, the vinegary smell of fish and chips wafting through to your nose. “I’m home” JJ called

“Can you hand the phone back to Sarah now, I have to go see JJ” You excused. Part of you wanted to just hang up, but a bigger part wanted to say goodbye to Sarah. She deserved that.

“Maybank? That Pougue?” Rafe asked, sounding much soberer. Almost angry. “Why the fuck are you with him?”

“He’s my boyfriend, Rafe. Now can you hand the phone ba-”

Your words fell on empty ears, however, as Rafe thrust the phone back into Sarah’s hands. Clicking the end call button as quickly as he would have answered it.

There are 7 stages of grief. Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing, and finally, Acceptance. After his ex-girlfriend had revealed the news that she’d moved on, with another man. Rafe started his cycle at stage 1.

#applcrumbl #writing #jj maybank #rafe cameron #jj maybank fluff #rafe cameron fluff #jj maybank imagine #rafe cameron imagine #jj maybank smut #rafe cameron smut #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks

[marleyybluu]

could u pls write some more for oscar 🙏🙏 i’ll take anything atp, just maybe make it fluffy - ty a lot anyway 🤍🤍

Mama's Night Out

Spooky x fem!reader

what a hunk, oof

It'd been months since you'd been out with your friends, being a new mother was a great experience, watching your little boy grow was amazing but you missed a bit of your old life before big responsibilities came around.

Your husband, Spooky, suggested that you go out for a night, get dolled up, put on some heels and go to a club or go to a bar. Have a mommy's night out. You thought 'what the heck' you felt like you deserved it.

He let you have the entire day to yourself. You got to go to the spa, the nail salon, do some shopping-- buying some clothes for the baby and him as well. And when night fell you were on the dance floor with your girls, drinks in hand, dancing with each other.

Bar hopping was next, accepting free drinks from those who offered. Shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail and a few beers did you in that night.

Spooky had to drop the baby off by his boy, Sad Eyez, so that he could come to pick you up. Once he got you in the car, you were slumped over in the passenger's seat delivering the occasional hiccup and giggle at absolutely nothing. He shook his head, absolutely amused by this behaviour, but was relieved you had a good time.

He had to assist in getting you out of your tight dress and into some baggy clothes that you could be more comfortable in, he even helped to remove your makeup. You hummed as he wiped off your lip gloss, silently appreciating having him around. He encouraged you to eat some food, as much as you could manage and helped you to bed when you were done.

The next morning, waking up with a wicked, pounding headache, you groaned feeling the repercussions from the night before. "Why did I do that?" You asked yourself, you wrapped a robe around you that had a hoodie attached to it so you plopped that over your head shielding you from daylight.

Spooky was in the kitchen with the baby wiggling in his high chair, he squealed seeing his mother but you flinched at the noise. "Oh, Emilio, my baby pterodactyl." Your voice was raspy, you kissed the little boy's head and went up to his father wrapping your arms around his torso. "Well good morning party girl."

"Never again." You mumbled, "Come on, I have coffee, orange juice and Advil."

"I knew I married you for a reason." You held onto him as he walked to the table with a cup in each hand, you sat down next to your child greeted by some toast and scrambled eggs. "You don't have to eat all of it, but at least have a slice of toast." He advised sitting so close his knee poked your thigh, you turned to him puckering your lips.

Spooky smiled leaning forward and pressing his lips onto yours, you softly moaned pulling away. "Thanks for letting mama be a hot girl again."

He gently kissed your nose. "Mmm, you'll always be a hot girl to me."

I just got home from work and I'm high as fuck so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes lol

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peace and love

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Alhaitham x GN! Reader Synopsis: It is your birthday, and Alhaitham decided to give you 4 gifts to convey his feelings for you.

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"Did you see the Acting Grand Sage around?"

"No, he took a day off."

The greatest shock in the Akademiya, Alhaitham took a day off. He would always be in his office or the library, a day off is very rare.

Today is a special day for Alhaitham, it is your birthday.

From all the dates you two had together, he knows everything you like and what will make you happy. He prepared small gifts throughout the day, gifts that show how much he appreciates your existence in his life.

Morning: Acts of service

8 AM

Alhaitham woke up quietly so as to not wake you up. Although he doesn’t want to leave the bed at all. The sight of you sleeping peacefully in his arms, your peaceful sleeping face looking absolutely lovely as the soft rays of the sun caressed your skin. Every time he tried to move his arms you would move closer to him and breathe a soft sigh as you got closer to him, all of your sleepy actions are making him want to continue sleeping in your warmth.

But he has to get up, for your first gift.

After successfully getting out of bed without waking you up, he slowly made his way to the kitchen to prepare your morning gift. A nice breakfast in bed. With the help of books and some people he knows who are good at cooking, he made you a nice and healthy breakfast. Scrambled eggs with hash brown and cherry tomatoes with orange juice and a dessert of pancakes. 

“So, did you think about your books today?”

In an attempt to get Alhaitham out of the work mood, you decided to take him on a nice adventure in the magical forests of Varanara. With its unique trees, calm atmosphere where you won’t get ambushed by any wild fungi, the soft melodies of the Aranara that can be heard all over the forest. You knew that this place would make Alhaitham’s mind drift away from work, the books he read and anything related to the Akademiya.

From the start of the day, you and Alhaitham took a nice and safe walk to the mystical forest. The moment you entered, the two of you felt a sense of security and happiness dwell in you. Many people had similar experiences in the forest, you heard so many stories about this forest that made you really want to visit it and take Alhaitham with you.

As you two explored the forest, you told him about all the stories of the adventurers who explored this place. One adventurer was being chased by a group of hilichurls and he ran to Varanara, the moment he stepped in the forest the hilichurls stopped chasing him, as if something stopped them, and they ran back to their camp. Another adventurer got lost in the forest and was very hungry then heard some noise behind him. He looked and found a plate of freshly cooked Masala Cheese Balls, he said that this dish has saved his life and he believes that it's a gift from the Aranara.

Right now, you two are relaxing near the Tree of Dreams. Laying down on the soft grass around the tree, you two start to recall the adventure you had and the main reason why you two got out to Varanara in the first place.

“I didn’t. It’s nice to relax like this.” Alhaitham said, he enjoyed himself a lot on this trip, he tried many things he didn’t do before and he is so happy he did those things with you. It was a new experience that not only taught him about the nature and mysteries of the Aranara, but he also tried new experiences with you.

“Alhaitham,” You said, sitting up from the ground and looking at him, “It’s okay to relax and have a day where you explore a new place just for fun or have a lazy day at home.”

The sweet memory replayed in Alhaitham’s mind as he finished preparing your birthday breakfast. After putting everything nicely on the tray, he took the breakfast to the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of you just waking up.

“Happy birthday, love.” Alhaitham said, you slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes as he walked up to you. “For the first gift, I made you a nice breakfast for the day.”

“Alhaitham, thank you so much.” You said, taking the tray from him and admiring the breakfast he prepared for you. He sat down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before you started eating your breakfast.

The day just started and you are loving it.

Noon: Words of affirmation

For your second gift of the day, you found yourself back in Varanara. But this time it is Alhaitham leading you into the forest.

You asked him many times where are you going but he kept avoiding your question, so you just gave up and followed wherever he took you. Which ended up being Varanara. He ended up taking you to a place where a lone house stands surrounded by water.

The sun was setting, the soft breeze made the giant leaves that acted like trees dance softly to the melody that was playing around the area. 

That was a new melody that you had never heard before. Before you questioned your lover, he turned around and held out his hand.

“I asked for some help from the traveler since they can see the Aranara and they were kind enough to prepare a special melody. Would you care for this dance?” He asked, putting a hand behind his back and holding out his hand like a male lead from those Isekai novels of Inazuma. 

“You know how to dance?”

“I do.”

You took his hand and he held you close, a hand on your hip as the other held your hand, the two of you then started dancing to the melody of the Aranara.

As the two of you danced, another memory played in Alhaitham’s mind as he gazed softly into your eyes.

He was finally alone in the house, for an entire day, and there’s no Kaveh that will wake him up in the middle of the night since he’s staying over at Gandhara Ville.

Finally, some peace and quiet. At least that’s what he thought. 

You decided to visit him today.

“I met Kaveh on the way and he told me that you’re all alone tonight so I’m staying over” You said, walking into his home and sitting on the couch. “C’mon, lay down a bit and relax. Let’s enjoy that time together.”

Alhaitham walked over to you and laid down like you said, his head resting on your lap. You proceeded to softly comb his hair with your fingers. He slowly felt himself relaxing into your soft touch. “So what do you want to do?” You asked. Alhaitham, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked up at you.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” He asked, you noticed the exhaustion in his eyes, “I’m tired from all the work of the week and also brushing my hair is relaxing.” He finished his sentence and looked away from your eyes, a blush starting to appear on his cheeks. 

“I didn’t know the Acting Grand Sage could be like this.” You giggled and poked his flushed cheek, making him blush even more.

“I would never do this to anyone at all.” Alhaitham started, his eyes going back to look into yours. “I know how people will not hesitate to use anyone to their advantage, I know that these days no one has good intentions in wanting to be your friend. You are different from all of them.”

“How am I different?”

“You will know later.” Alhaitham said and closed his eyes and you two enjoyed the peaceful moment together.

“Remember what I told you a few days ago?” He said, twirling you around as the music played.

“About how I’m different?” You asked, he smiled as he pulled you back in his arms, his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I waited for today to tell you the answer.” Alhaitham started, “You are different (y/n), you are honest with me, you approached me with no ill intentions or wanting to use me. You love me for who I am, and I love you for who you are. I love everything about you, even the little things. I love you so much and I will say it again and again until the end of time.”

As you heard those words, you felt yourself tear up. No words came out of your mouth to reply to his confession, so you just leaned in and kissed him. 

A passionate kiss shared between the beautiful couple in the majestic forest of Varanara, surrounded by the Aranara who you two can’t see, but they are all singing for you.

Afternoon: Receiving Gifts

For the third gift of the day, it is something that Alhaitham personally made. Something you really wished for at the beginning of your friendship.

It was back in the time when you two were Akademiya students.

As always, Alhaitham is in the library, but this time he is not reading a book and actually is hiding from a group of students who won’t stop asking him questions. He hid in a secluded corner that he knows that no one will find him here.

When he went to that corner, he expected it to be empty but he found a student sleeping. A young student with books all over the table, it looked like they were studying and sleep took over them.

Alhaitham walked over to the student, looking over at their notes and the student got up. The young boy backed up a bit as the student sat up and looked at him.

“Thanks for waking me up.” They said, giving him a soft smile. “I’m (y/n).” 

“Alhaitham.” He replied, “why are you here?”

“I want to study in peace without people giving me Valentine’s day gifts.” They started, “I don’t mind it but sometimes it gets excessive and emotionally exhausts me. So I went here and did all of this to show that I’m studying.”

“How do you know I’m not one of the people who want to give you a gift too?” He asked, the student smiled and pointed at his hands.

“First of all, you’re not holding anything. Secondly, if you were one of them then you would’ve been kicked out of the library for making too much noise.” 

His interest piqued, making him pull a chair and sit down. “Mind if I join you? I’m also hiding from some students who won’t stop pestering me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Hey,” You started after a few minutes of silence, “What is something you really want?”

Alhaitham thought for a while, he wanted many things. Graduation, the Akademiya to change its rules, a peaceful life. He wanted so many things, but he couldn’t say them all.

“I want to live in peace.” He replied. The young boy wants to have peace in everything, in life, in society. He wanted peace so that everyone can have the luxury of being safe.

“I want to have a flower crown made by my future lover.” You replied, Alhaitham stared at you and raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“Yes. It’s nice. It feels like this person really loves you and won’t hesitate to get wild flowers from the forests of Sumeru and make a flower crown specifically for you.” 

Many years have passed, and he still remembers your wish. 

After your dance, he took you to Port Ormos to dine in a restaurant by the clear waters and try something new together. This was your first trip to Port Ormos together and he also booked a room in an Inn for you two to spend the night at the beautiful port of Sumeru.

After your meal together, you two took a walk around the port and sat down on a bench facing the sea. Alhaitham, knowing it is the perfect opportunity, pulled out a box from his bag and gave it to you.

“Here,” He said, putting the box in your hands. “ Your third gift of the day.”

“How many gifts did you prepare?” You asked, taking the box and looking at him.

“Four, now open the box.”

You nodded, removing the ribbon from the box and opening it. 

In the box, laid a flower crown made of red and pink tulips. Your eyes widened as you pulled it out of the box and stared at it in awe. You then looked at Alhaitham, who was giving you a soft smile as you admired the beautiful flower crown.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes. You always wanted a flower crown made by your future lover, so I made your wish come true.” 

After those words, he took the crown from your hands and placed it carefully on your head.

“Happy birthday dear, I love you so much.”

Evening: Quality Time

The sun is out, the moon is illuminating the sky with the stars decorating the night sky. You can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city but it is calmer than the morning. You and Alhaitham retired to your room in the Inn, sitting down in the chairs outside in the balcony of the room and admiring the view of the port.

“Honey, remember when we were talking about going to the beach together?” 

“That was a month ago.”

“Yeah, and you remembered. You remember everything I ever asked for throughout the time we knew each other, even before we started our relationship. How long did you like me?” You asked, Alhaitham turned his head to look at you and smiled.

“If I say after meeting you again I would be lying. I started liking you way back when we were students.”

It all started when I always met you every time I wanted to be alone. You were always there, as if you knew I didn’t want to be alone.

I thought you just wanted to use me like everyone else, I thought that you would leave me if I became your friend.

You still stayed, even when I ignored you, even when I turned down your friendship offer. You stayed.

You stayed and your presence was comforting, you knew what makes me annoyed and uncomfortable without me telling you about them. You understood me and stayed by my side.

You became my first friend in the Akademiya, I wanted to be a lot closer to you but I was scared. Scared that you will also leave if I ever admit that I love you.

After graduation, we all went our separate ways and I never saw you again for a long time. But then you appeared again.

Appeared again when I saved Lesser Lord Kusanali and wanted you by my side, cheering me on and telling me ‘you did it. You did it, Alhaitham. I am so proud of you’

And you did, you came and told me the exact same words I wanted to hear. 

“My love for you grew even more then, you are the most precious person in my life and I’m afraid to lose you.” 

After his words, you pulled him into a hug, making sure that his head was resting on your chest.

“Alhaitham, I am here for you, I won’t leave. I can’t leave, I love you so much that imagining a world without you is simply impossible.”

“We will be together until the end, I won’t leave you alone. I will give you a hug whenever you need one, I will hold your hand all the time, I will always be there for you. Thank you for this amazing day and the gifts too. I love you so much.”

Today, your birthday, was an unforgettable one. 

Because you spent it with the person you love the most.

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[creweemmaeec11]

Dark Horse Painted White PT 2

Part 1

When morning finally came around, villain walked out of their room to find the hero still sound asleep on their couch. They had changed into their pyjamas, and neatly folded their dirty clothes on top of their suitcase, pushing into the side to take up as little room as they could with their things. A perfect guest.

The villain found themselves unable to take their eyes off the hero's sleeping form.

Villain hated having them here. This was their space, their safe haven. Having their enemy invade such a sanctuary made their instincts flare. Hero was *danger*.

Not that the hero looked particularly dangerous at the moment.

They were sound asleep, chest rising and falling to the soft sounds of their breathing. They looked so peaceful.

Vulnerable.

Villain clenched their fists and turned to head into the kitchen. They couldn't just kill hero; it would only expose them. They had to just play along and pray it would be over soon.

It had to be over soon. They couldn't stand this for much longer.

One night was already enough to wear on their nerves. They'd barely slept last night, mind racing with the possibilities. They hadn't left anything incriminating in the living room, had they? They usually kept all work-related things at their hideout, but that didn't mean the occasional thing didn't find its way home. What if supervillain ratted them out? Would a hero believe them?

Villain was too caught up in their own thoughts and twisting stomach to notice the half-asleep hero that had slinked into the doorway.

"Good Morning," the hero greeted pleasantly, though it was clear they were still not awake.

Villain flinched at the noise, spoon clattering against the pan they'd been stirring. They shot an annoyed glance over their shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" The others yelped, holding up their hands in a show of peace.

They looked and sounded so genuinely apologetic.

Villain sighed, frustration easing out of their shoulders as they rolled their eyes and went back to what they were doing, "s'fine," they muttered, gritting their teeth slightly.

"That smells delicious. What are you making?" Hero questioned, nosing into the room slowly. Across the kitchen, four eyes followed their every move as the two dogs lay on the tile.

"Omelettes," Villain replied plainly. "You can sit at the table; they will be ready in a few minutes,"

"Wait, you made one for me?" The hero asked in surprise.

In all honesty, the villain was surprised they were making the hero breakfast too, but if they didn't, hero would have to get something to eat themselves.

This way, villain could oversee everything. An extra layer of control. They didn't like the idea of hero tending to themselves in *their* kitchen.

"Yes," they replied, not bothering to turn around as they plated the newest omelette.

"Thank you very much," hero said, overly polite and conciliatory, "That's really nice of you. Can I help set the table? I can also help do the dishes afterward-"

"If it pleases you," villain cut them off dismissively, "the cutlery is in the drawer next to the fridge"

"Got it!" Hero chirped, making their way over.

Villain hated this. They hated how mundane and domestic this felt. It made their skin crawl and their stomach twist. Yesterday they'd been robbing one of the cities largest banks and today they were cooking breakfast for a hero in their own house. They tried to swallow the feeling as best they could. They just had to tough it out.

They platted the second omelette and flicked off the stove.

"Nova, Queen," they whistled, and both dogs immediately shot up, "bowls,"

Hero watched in awe as both dogs went and picked up their food bowls, carrying them over in their mouths and hopping up with two paws to place the bowl on the counter before dropping down and sitting.

"Good girls," villain praised, putting some scrambled eggs into each bowl before putting them down on the ground and signalling them to begin eating.

"Wow, that's incredible," hero commented in awe as they finished placing the cutlery on the table.

Villain swallowed the sarcastic, snide comment that nearly slipped out. The hero sounded so *genuine*. Ugh. "Thanks," they muttered uncertainly, laying hero's plate and omelette on the table in front of them.

They hesitated for a second before caving and sitting down across the table, unable to find an excuse not to. "You can help yourself to any drink you want. There's still coffee left in the machine," they said almost begrudgingly.

"Oh, thank you! Water is fine!" The hero assuaged, filling their glass from the tap.

They really were trying to be the perfect guest, and that somehow made villain feel like they hated them that much more. Heros weren't perfect *anything*. It was just more showmanship for the press, or in this case, them. *Fake.* It had to be.

They opted not to reply, continuing to eat in silence.

"This is delicious," hero complimented after taking their first bite.

"I'm sure you've had far better before," the criminal deflected, holding back the scoff that was crawling up their throat.

Their guest furrowed their brows in confusion, "what do you mean?"

"That it- never mind,' the villain replied, continuing to pick at their barely touched plate, "what is your schedule today?"

"Uhm, well," the hero began, looking down at their lap awkwardly, "I was just about to ask you the same question,"

"What my schedule is?"

"And mine. My schedule is sort of whatever yours is. I've been tasked with protecting you, which basically means just sort of following you around,"

"*excuse me?*" villain replied in a tone that was something close to horrified, eyes widening as their spine straightened, "you plan to just-"

"Don't worry! You won't even know I'm there I promise! I-"

Suddenly, villain pushed themselves up from the table, "I need to go reschedule some- everything" they said. The two dogs, who had just finished eating, stood up on cue as well.

"Wait! Really, you don't-" hero began, jumping up and extending a hand after them. Immediately, both dogs began growling making the hero freeze.

"Easy you two" Villain said as they stepped to the side, "and save your breath hero, it's not happening,"

"But-"

"*No,*"

With that, they left, leaving a very guilty and uncertain feeling hero alone in the kitchen.

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[hischierswhore]

can i get a day off with bf! christian, preferrably with many cuddles!

a day off

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: none

Christian finally had a day off and he wanted to take advantage of it by staying in and spending it with you. No responsibilities, no training, no games. A nice, relaxing day.

He'd taken you out to dinner the night before, just the two of you for a long awaited and much needed date night.

Despite the fact that you both lived together, your schedules always clashed, leaving little to no time for the pair of you to actually be together. But after finding out that Christian finally had a day off, you immediately requested the day off from work to spend it with your boyfriend of 5 years.

"Good morning, princess" You felt Christian wrap his arms around you, causing you to turn to face him.

"Morning, handsome" You smiled at him.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, resting his chin on top of your head, not really having anything else to do right now except cuddle.

"Mmhmm" You mumbled back as you buried your head in his neck. You both stayed like this for a while.

"Want some breakfast?" He asked, rubbing your back softly.

"Only if there's bacon involved." You joked back causing Christian to laugh.

After a quick kiss, Christian left the bed to go make some food.

"C'mon! I'll help!" You giggled after him, hopping out of bed and running after him.

As soon as you walked into the kitchen, you immediately started smelling something delicious. Christian stood at the stove, making scrambled eggs and some bacon. With a smile on his face, he handed you a plate and sat down on one of the bar stools near the island.

As you put the plate in front of yourself, you saw him looking at you. There was something about him that was different. Maybe it was because he looked so peaceful or maybe it was the way his eyes shone. Whatever it was, you couldn't stop staring at him. You weren't sure what it was but it was interesting enough to distract you from eating.

"Is something wrong? " You said as Christian broke eye contact, focusing on his plate.

"No! It's just... it's been a while since we've done this, huh?" He glanced up at you.

"Yeah, I guess so." You agreed, staring at your own plate a tad bit too long.

You were contentedly eating, not thinking about how similar his expression was to yours when Christian broke your stare, almost apologetically placing his hand on top of yours. It wasn't until that moment did you notice it.

You didn't even have to look at him to know what he was doing. Your hands came to rest on top of his; causing Christian to quickly place his own hand over yours, completely locking you in. You brought your free hand up to cover his other hand, leaning closer towards him.

He made eye contact once again, meeting your gaze as you looked deep into them.

Without saying another word, you leaned forward, closing the distance between your lips. They met and pressed gently against each other, but still held apart by your fingers.

It was so soft. So perfect. You enjoyed every single second. It only lasted seconds, but you were blissfully satisfied with that feeling of pure happiness.

"What did you want to do today?" You asked him.

"Can we just stay home? I've missed you so much, princess" He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Of course. Anything you want." You smiled as you hopped off your stool.

"Last one to the room is a rotten egg!" You shouted as you began running to your shared bedroom.

"Cheater! You got a head start!" Christian called from behind you.

Unfortunately for you, Christian was fast. He quickly caught up to you and picked you up right before you entered the room, carrying you to the bed and softly throwing you onto it.

He jumped onto the bed beside you before getting himself cozy under the covers, you doing the same. He pulled you into him, his head now buried into your neck. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you to him, making you feel safe and protected.

Neither of you moved, knowing this is exactly what the other needed. You just needed to be in each others presence. You were happy being in close proximity with him, it was all you could ask for.

His hand reached up and caressed your cheek tenderly.

"Don't move. Let's just stay like this forever" He whispered.

The sounds of crickets outside were loud and comforting. Nothing else existed in this world but the two of you, alone together in this wonderful room. In this beautiful moment. This very moment was all that mattered. All you wanted to do was bask in the beauty of it. The simplicity.

#✎ natalie writes #christian pulisic #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic fanfic

[bookloover35]

Bucky Barnes X Fem reader- Breakfast in Bed.

Okay, eggs, milk and leeks, I have everything needed to make a good scrambled egg, all I need right now is some bacon slices.

Then I can fix a nice surprise breakfast for my husband Bucky.

The thing is, Bucky has been very stressed these past few days, all this with the new "Captain America" ​​has really stressed him out.

And not only that, everything that is happening right now stresses him out.

And because of everything that has happened he hasn't slept or eaten in three whole days, I literally had to wrestle him into bed last night and force him to sleep.

And I know what you're thinking how could you wrestle down a super soldier well I'm very lucky there I'm also a super soldier otherwise he would still be awake.

TS

Buckys Pov:

Yn: Bucky Baby, time to wake up, I made some breakfast for you.

I woke up to my beautiful wife's voice and I turned to her with a smile, there she was with a tray of breakfast, while I turned I stretched out.

I really needed this, I've been so stressed these past few days and I don't know how Yn coped with everything.

I am so happy that she is in my life without her I would have done without her, without her with me and I would have gone into the wall I would have gone crazy.

Bucky: Wow what a surprise, this is probably the most beautiful thing i have ever seen, are we celebrating something?

Yn: Okay first no we are not celebrating anything this is just a sign that I love you and I care a lot about you and secondly you are talking about me or the breakfast.

Bucky: I mean you my love but also a little about the breakfast.

She laughed lightly at me and put the tray on the bedside table and sat behind me and started to massage my shoulders and at the same time she left kisses.

I felt my shoulders start to feel so much better than they did yesterday I tried not to moan but I wanted to because it felt so good.

Yn: You've been so stressed these days, you're so tense I'm worried about my husband, but I have an idea how about today you and I just stay in bed and just cuddle, does that sound like a good idea?

Bucky: That sounds like a wonderful idea my love.

I told her and she gave me one last kiss on my neck then she got up and was ready to leave I looked at her with a look that said don't go.

Bucky: Where are you going?

Yn: I'll just go and start the washing machine and take care of the last dishes in the counter so you can have breakfast in peace.

No, that does not work.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the bed with me and made her sit between my legs and her back was against my chest and now it was my turn to start massaging her shoulders and I also left kisses along her neck.

As my lips touched her most sensitive spot I smiled as I heard her let out a small moan.

Bucky: Today I decided and I want to spend the whole day with my beautiful wife and we are not going to leave this bed for the whole day and the first thing I want to do is to share this lovely breakfast with her.

I told her and proceeded to draw out several moans and held her and she laughed and said.

Yn: Okay, you decide, and if you keep doing what you're doing, there won't be breakfast.

Bucky: Okay I'll stop, I love you.

Yn: I love you too.

The end.

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[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 8

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 3,394

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! P.S. I know the song "Theme from New York, New York" didn't come out until later but let's ignore that.

Masterlist

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 8

I woke up feeling warm and groggy. My eyes fluttered open to see that I was still in the same position I went to sleep in, in Elvis’ arms. We were entangled in one another, my leg was thrown over his waist while his leg was thrown over mine. My head was still on his chest with his chin resting on top of my head and he had his arms wrapped around me in an embrace. I stilled in place remembering where I was and what happened last night. Regret and guilt washed over me like a wave. 

Here I am, just another notch on Elvis’ bedpost but our situation was way more complicated than being one of many girls. Him being my boss complicates everything. 

I need this job, I need the money. I can’t get fired or quit when Ella needs me right now. 

What if he fires me after this? What if other people find out that this happened? Then I’m the whore who slept with her boss. 

A million thoughts ran through my mind. I started to panic, my heart rate picking up and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn’t breath. I felt like Elvis’ arms were suffocating me. 

I needed to get out of here without waking him up. I couldn't face him just yet and I was praying he wouldn’t wake up now with me almost hyperventilating on his chest. 

I gently wrapped my hand around Elvis’ wrist and dragged his arm off of my waist, being careful not to wake him up. Slowly I shuffled out of bed, picking up my clothes from last night that were chucked haphazardly on the ground and quickly put them on but leaving behind the red bandanna he gave me. I tiptoed to the door and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance back at Elvis. He looked so peaceful and young, his long dark lashes fanned over his high cheekbones and his hair a fluffy mess yet he still looked as beautiful as ever. My heart clenched at the sight. He doesn’t get to sleep much so it was nice to see him sleep in and looking so relaxed and rested. My eyes widened when he moved slightly, pulling a pillow closer to his body and continued his slumber. 

I sighed and left, closing the door softly behind me. 

My mind raced as I walked to my room, stripping my clothes and jumping in the shower not really wanting to erase last night from my skin nor his scent. His intoxicating musky, sandalwood scent that I could still smell on my skin. Little bruises had started to form on my hip from where Elvis’ fingers gripped me so tightly, I couldn’t help but smile recalling last night’s events. God I had whiplash with how a second ago I was panicking and now I’m smiling. Splashing water on my face and reached for the loofah to scrub last nights events away. 

I was starving but I was terrified to go upstairs and see Elvis. It was still 7 in the morning, I don’t think anyone would be up yet and I was hoping Elvis wasn’t up yet. I had changed into a pair of black pants and a white shirt but I kept debating on whether to just stay in my room and starve to death or go upstairs and make me something to eat. I paced back and forth in my room then quickly poked my head out of the door to listen for any noise. Hearing nothing, I rapidly walked up the stairs and headed for the kitchen. 

Thankfully no one was in the living room nor the kitchen. I opened the fridge to look for any snack that I can quickly grab but it seemed like Martha had emptied the fridge of a lot of things because we aren’t going to be here for a few months. I could only find eggs, peanut butter and milk. I groaned internally and decided to make scrambled eggs. Pulling out the pan, I turned on the stove and threw in some butter, waiting for it to warm up. In the meantime I cracked two eggs in a bowl and whisked them using a fork. I threw them in the pan and stared out the window that was directly above the stove to the backyard, waiting for the eggs to be cooked. 

I shouldn’t have acted on desire but it was so easy to let it get the best of me when the man who was the object of my desire was Elvis. He has this magnetism to him, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. It was wrong but it felt so right last night. Every little touch, every caress felt like flames of fire tingling across my skin. I have never ever been satisfied like that, I guess the rumors of him being a fantastic lover were true. 

While I was deep in thought I failed to hear the heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs until I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and I was overwhelmed by Elvis’ manly musk. I froze, stiffening in place as soft lips tailed down my neck gently. I sighed closing my eyes for a second and relaxed in his arms.

“You weren’t in bed.” He whispered against my neck, pulling me into him, my back flush to his chest. I could feel his morning wood on my ass “Left me all by my lonesome cuddling a pillow.” 

“Elvis.” I gulped. I wanted to turn and smash my lips on his but it was so wrong “Last night shouldn’t have happened.” 

Elvis stiffens, his arms still around my waist but he was no longer kissing my neck. 

Letting go of my waist, he took a step back and away from me “Jess.” 

I reached down and turned off the stove. I turned around to see Elvis standing in his robe, his hair still a mess and he’s looking at me with furrowed brows. 

“I asked you last night a couple of times if you were sure and if you wanted this.” He said, disappointment evident on his face. 

“I know you did. But maybe the drinks did play with my mind.” I said, looking down at my feet. I knew that wasn’t true but I needed an excuse as to why I let this happen.

“Don’t give me that. You weren’t drunk, I certainly wasn’t.” He replied. I looked up to see his jaw clench and unclench. 

“I know.” I sighed “Doesn’t make what happened right.” 

Elvis sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You’re my boss, Elvis.” I said, stressing the word boss “And I’m your assistant.”

Elvis shook his head and looked off to the side. 

“I understand if you want to look for a new assistant-“ I started. His head snapped back to me, looking at me in bewilderment. I could swear I heard his neck snap at how fast he turned to me.

“I can stay and train them, make sure they’ll be good for you.” I continued. 

“Wow, wow, wow. Doll.” He shook his head, his eyes wide “Relax.” 

“No.” I shook my head at him “You shouldn’t have to be deal with a girl you just slept with. I can go pack right now if you want.” I just started spewing words out, knowing I still needed this job but if he wanted me gone then so be it, I couldn’t force him to keep me as his assistant.

“Jess! It’s okay.” Elvis said cutting me off “You’re right. Maybe the drinks did get to us, we had a nice night. We were enjoying ourselves and one thing led to another. It doesn’t have to be complicated.” He said calming me down “It was just a one time thing.” He swallowed thickly “It’s never going to happen again.” 

“I’m really sorry Elvis.”

“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.” 

I nodded, agreeing with him. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

I nodded, not making eye contact with him. 

“Pack your bags.” He said. My head snapped up, confused. 

He chuckled “I mean for the tour, you idiot.” 

“Oh.” I sighed, a small smile playing on my lips “Do you want anything to eat? I was making eggs.”

He sighed and shook his head “I’m not hungry, thanks. I’m goin’ to go wash up.” He said and walked out of the kitchen. 

It wasn’t like him to reject food. The only good thing about this whole situation was the timing. Tomorrow we’ll be on tour so there won’t be a moment where we’ll be alone. So maybe this thing will blow over and we can move on and pretend it didn’t happen. 

I took my food out to eat it by the pool since I needed sunshine. I couldn’t help but cringe recalling what I said to Elvis. I panicked and I don’t even remember half the things I said. Yet, he still made sure I was okay before he left. I wanted to tell Janice or Grace about what happened but I should just pretend this didn’t happen. Oh Grace would throw a party and tell me “I told you so.” because she was constantly saying there was tension between Elvis and I. I guess that tension will fade now that we slept together. 

We had been on tour for a few days now. Elvis and I’s dynamic wasn’t the same, not that I was expecting us to just snap back to normal but he barely says two words to me. I missed our banter and jokes. 

The best part of tour was seeing him on stage, singing, dancing and interacting with his fans. I couldn’t help but squirm when he would jut his hips to Polk Salad Annie, it reminded me way too much of that night. 

We had just landed in New York and I was in the car with Elvis, Jerry, Red and Jo. Red was driving, Jo sat shotgun while I sat between Elvis and Jerry in the back. Both Jerry and Elvis had their legs sprawled open I chose to lean more towards Jerry given everything that happened between Elvis and me.

“Can I put a specific song?” I asked them.

“What song?” Elvis asked. I had a Frank Sinatra cassette tape with me just for New York. 

I loved being in New York, just the hustle and bustle of the city. The beautiful architecture and just the excitement of being in the same place where many of my favorite movies were filmed. 

“The perfect song to welcome us to the city.” I grinned. 

Elvis smiled and shook his head at me “Go ahead.”

I grinned and reached forward to push the cassette into the stereo of the car. 

“Theme from New York, New York” by Frank Sinatra blasted through the speakers of the car.

“Start spreading the news!” I sang loudly which made them all burst in laughter “I’m leaving today! I want to be a part of it!” 

“New York! New York!” The guys and Elvis joined in which made me laugh. Obviously the only one that was harmonizing perfectly was Elvis while all of us were shouting the lyrics. 

I smiled at Elvis, this was the first time things have felt relatively normal between us. Elvis smiled timidly back at me and turned to look outside the window. 

“I can’t wait to have Joe’s pizza.” I said once it got silent. 

“Let’s hope there’s time for us to get pizza since we’re leaving tonight.” Jerry replied. 

We had a lot of back to back shows so we had to leave for the next show directly after. This is what I meant when I said we didn’t get the chance to actually explore the cities which was fine but I know how exhausted Elvis would get and I hated it. The Colonel is able to organize the tour in a better way to ensure Elvis actually rests instead of putting back to back shows. I was in charge of the hotels and transportation, so I made sure to book the best hotels, with the best level of security and within close proximity of the venue Elvis was preforming at. Like right now, we had booked the hotel room just for the day we weren’t actually going to spend the night but we needed a place to stay until the show starts. 

Jerry ended up being right we had reached the end of the show and had to be on the plane in an hour. Elvis wanted to shower before the flight. 

“Here.” I said and wrapped a towel around Elvis’ neck. 

“Thanks doll.” He replied, wiping his forehead using the towel “Come to my dressing room in five minutes.” He said walking off. 

Why did I get nervous, what did he want? It wasn’t like that was the first time he’s asked me to come to his dressing room but I still got nervous. 

Five minutes on the dot I headed towards his dressing room.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Jerry said, standing by the dressing room.

“He told me to come in 5 minutes.” I replied “Why?” 

“Uh.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. 

I looked at him confused and proceeded to knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Elvis grunted.

“It’s Jess!” 

“Come in.” He panted. 

Jerry’s eyes widened looking at me while I opened the door. 

“Hey it’s been five min- oh my god!” I exclaimed, my jaw dropping to the floor. 

Elvis was sat on the couch, his jumpsuit half off while there was a girl straddling his lap, fully naked, riding him. 

I shut the door quickly, my heart racing. I could hear Elvis deep chuckle from the other side of the door. That son of a bitch. 

I turned to look at Jerry with wide eyes. 

“I tried to warn you.” Jerry smiled sheepishly. 

“That fucking asshole.” I muttered, storming off. I felt my eyes sting with tears. What the hell was that? Why did he tell me to come in? And now why was I crying? I felt humiliated and it kind of stung to know he was sleeping with someone else. I’m in big trouble. I need to move on from this, I can’t be crying over my boss. 

I didn’t wait around for Elvis, I walked to the hotel we were staying at and waited for everyone to get back to the hotel to get their bags. I went up to my room and wiped my tears. I have walked in on him with other girls and he’s constantly surrounded by new girls, why was it bothering me now? It shouldn’t. 

We picked up our bags and I changed the car, siting with Charlie and the other guys. I really wasn’t in the mood to see Elvis, I saw him but avoided him. 

“Jess! What are you doing?” He asked, confused when I started to duck to get into the other car. 

“Oh, I’m riding with them.” I replied.

“No. You’re riding with us.” He said.

“It’s fine Elvis. I wanna catch up with Charlie.” I smiled at Charlie who slightly blushed and smiled back. 

“It’s okay E.P., we’ll take care of her.” Charlie said. Elvis’ scowled, clenching his jaw. 

“It’s just a 30 minute ride to the tarmac, I’ll see you in 30.” I replied, ducking into the car. 

Elvis got into the car in front of ours and slammed the car door harshly. 

I rolled my eyes at his behavior whenever he doesn't get his way he acted like a huge baby. 

“Is E.P. mad at me?” Charlie asked. 

“No, no Charlie. He isn’t mad at you.” I replied. He’s mad at me.

We got to Elvis’ personal plane and got on. I sat in middle rather than siting at the back with Elvis, I really didn’t want to interact with him. I shouldn’t be pissed off but I was. This definitely solidified that I was just another notch on his bedpost. I was confused with my feelings. I wish that night had never happened but at the same time I don’t. 

I looked to the back seeing that Elvis and the guys still haven’t gotten here which was weird since they left before us. A few moments later, their car pulled up next to the plane and they got out. I was reading a book so I turned back to my book, not paying attention to them getting on. 

Elvis passed me, not paying me any attention and headed to the back where he usually sat. 

“Here.” Jerry said placing a large box of Joe’s Pizza on the table in front of me.

I grinned and looked up at him “Yum! When did you guys go get pizza?” 

“E.P. insisted we pass by on our way to the tarmac.” Jerry replied, taking a opposite of me “He knows how much you wanted to get pizza, so we got some for the whole crew.”

There he goes doing things like that making my heart swell in happiness. I felt eyes burning into the back of my skull, I turned around in my seat to see Elvis looking at me. I smiled softly as a thanks for the pizza. He smiled back, nodding and looked down at his lap where his book was. 

The next couple of months passed with a blink of an eye but everyone was ready to go back home. Unfortunately we still had a month and a half left of the tour. I could tell Elvis was exhausted, his body was in pain all the time. Every time I would check up on him, he would tell me to call in Dr. Nick. I hated seeing him like that, it really broke my heart knowing I couldn’t do anything to help him. 

The show in Portland had just concluded, we were walking off backstage getting ready to go back to the hotel. When all of a sudden Elvis collapses.

“Elvis!” I shouted, Jerry grabbed on to him to soften his fall. I bent down and checked his pulse, just to be on the safe side. 

I placed his head in my lap while Jerry shouted for them to get him water, everyone surrounded him in shock. I pushed his hair out of his sweaty forehead “Elvis.” I called out softly, running my hands through his hair. 

Placing my hand on his cheek, he slowly stirred awake “Jess?” He said, his voice hoarse. 

“Hey, I’m here.” I said.

He cupped the hand that was on his cheek and squeezed it. 

“We need to get him up.” The Colonel said. 

“Yes, let’s go back to the hotel and let him rest. We can’t leave yet.” I said.

“No!” The Colonel said “We need to be on the plane in two hours.”

“Colonel! Look at him!” I looked at him with wide eyes, is he insane. 

“Well it’s not up to me or you, Jessica.” He replied. Oh how I despised this man “This is a Presley Enterprises decision.” He turned to Vernon.

“What can Dr. Nick do for him?” Vernon asked, as Dr. Nick bent down next to me to take a look at Elvis.

“Vernon.” I gasped softly, this is his son. And he’s not okay.

Dr. Nick nodded at Vernon and opened his bag that was filled with pills and injections. Elvis was still grabbing onto my hand, barely being able to keep his eyes open. 

Dr. Nick inserted the drug into the injection, ready to inject Elvis when I pulled my hand from Elvis; grip and pushed away Dr. Nick’s hand that held the injection. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not letting you do this to him. He needs to rest! At least just for tonight then we can fly out tomorrow morning!” 

Everyone looked towards Vernon, no one daring to speak. 

“Mr. Presley, please.” I begged, my eyes filling with unshed tears. 

Vernon ran his hand through his hair, not knowing what to do. That fucking coward, scared to stand up against the Colonel. 

“Okay, fine.”

The Colonel glared daggers my way but I couldn’t care less.

Elvis reached over and grabbed my hand once more, while I ran my fingers through his hair with the other hand. 

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #austin butler elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #elvis songs #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #austin elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #austin!elvis fanfiction #austin butler #elvis presley x oc #elvis x oc #elvis smut #austin!elvis smut #elvis presley angst #elvis presley smut

[kcwriter-blog]

Defeating the Big, Bad Wolf

The always amazing corseque has theorized that a boss fight with the mutant dragon/wolf Fen’ Harel is inevitable. The default world state on the Keep has the Inquisitor choosing to stop Solas. In other words, BioWare wants our new protagonist to kill Solas. That’s the plan. That’s what they’ve been leading up to. That’s what they think game players want. 

I’m not saying most players don’t want to “scramble the egg” as they put it. There is enough hated for Solas on the fan sites for that to be believable. At the end of the day though, BioWare is supposed to be about choices. We were given a big one at the end of Trespasser and it would suck if BioWare chose not to honor that. 

If all choices lead to us having to kill Solas, that isn’t a game I want to play. Not because I personally love Solas (I do) but because I consider it lazy writing to turn such a nuanced character into Thanos or Corypheus. He deserves better if that is what some of us want for him. 

I don’t think Weekes is a lazy or boring writer. However, if they were told by others on the team to make it so, that’s how it will go. 

How could BioWare give us the “redeemed” ending some of us asked for and still ensure the big boss fight they have been leading up to happens?

One theory is that this is all a distraction. There is a bigger boss out there that we will have to defeat. Maybe. Another option is the old trope “The villain decided he was wrong and died saving the world.” Boring, but also plausible. It’s also possible that Solas dies but is reborn in the Fade as a Wisdom spirit. He won’t remember anything about his past self, but he will at least be at peace.

I have another option. I don’t think we will see it, but I felt I had to throw it out there into the void. I just finished reading Asunder. In it, Wynn gathers a couple of mages and heads out to Adamant to save a Tranquil who has been researching how to reverse the Rite of Tranquility. When they arrive, they discover that the Tranquil managed to reverse the Rite but in doing so became possessed by a powerful demon. 

Wynn believes the situation is salvageable. She enacts a ritual that rips a huge hole in the Veil. She and the mages enter the Veil (not physically) with the goal of fighting the demon on its own turf. It takes the mages, Wynn and the spirit of Faith she carries with her to defeat it. Once they do and return to the waking world, the Tranquil is alive and no longer possessed. 

What would this mean for a good ending? Solas and the Dread Wolf seem to be separate creatures. In banter, Cole remarks that Solas is in two places at once, meaning the waking world and the Fade. Solas brushes it off by saying that he wanders the Fade a lot and that is probably what Cole is sensing. What if it isn’t? What if Solas is separated from his demon by the Veil?

If so, our protagonist can enter the Fade, do the boss fight most players have been salivating over and instead of killing Solas save him. Free of the Dread Wolf, Solas can become whatever he was before his spirit was twisted into a Pride demon. That might still result in him “dying” a la Wisdom in his personal quest, but maybe he will have enough sense of self left to “push through” and become mortal. 

I like this ending for several reasons. One, everyone gets what they want. Two, Solas has a chance to start undoing the damage he caused. A sacrificial act, while dramatic, does not really equal atonement. You can’t atone if you are dead. 

As I said, that is a very unlikely scenario. All foreshadowing points to Solas’ death at the end of DAD. It makes me sad because the ending could have been much more interesting. 

#solas #dragon age inquisition #solas dragon age #solavellan #solasmance #dragon age #fen'harel #solas dread wolf #I won't finish the game if I have to kill Solas I just can't do it

[hockybish]

nico and matt making up more?

Nico woke up at some point early in the morning and couldn't fall back asleep. Knowing Matthew had the tea she liked, she got up to make herself a cup. On her way to the kitchen she notice him sleeping on the couch with the TV on.

She snagged the crocheted afghan the had been draped over a chair and threw it on him. She turned off whatever was playing in the background. She turned to face Matt on the couch again.

He looked so peaceful sleeping. She couldn't help herself. Her lips brushed against his cheek. And she swore he was smiling, it could have been something he was dreaming about but she liked to think it was because of her kiss.

The next morning Matt woke up to a burning smell coming from the kitchen. He scrambled to get off the sofa when the smoke alarm started going off.

“What are you doing?” He found Nico trying to cook something on the stove and fail horribly like she always does when she tries to cook. Thank god when she’s at the u she has Mara to cook for her or else she probably wouldn’t eat.

"Making breakfast." Nico had her tongue sticking out slightly. Even though the food was burned at this point she was still very concentrated on salvaging something out of it. Eventually she did get frustrated with it not turning out and ultimately tossed the eggs, instead opting to make a couple of slices of toast. She couldn't mess that up, like she had everything else.

"I'm sorry" She mumbled, she needed to break up the quietness. The silence between them was too tangible. Nico was staring at the table, memorizing the patterns in the wood, while Matt grabbed one of the pieces of toast.

"I know you said that last night." Crunch, Matt bit into the toasted bread.

"I know I did, but it got me thinking maybe you were proposing to lock me down, because of the whole Brock thing last season." She continued rambling off more of an explanation. She needed him to know.

"Can I talk?" Matthew switched the conversation. He had heard all she had said, he understood where she was coming from with her actions. He forgave her already. But did she really understand how much she hurt him?

She nodded giving him her full attention.

"It really hurt Nico. I know you didn't mean it. But just walking out of the restaurant not saying anything? I was confused. It felt like you were walking on me, like maybe you didn't want me anymore and I couldn't figure out why."

"All I was trying to do was tell you how proud I was of you. You set records this year and I couldn't be there for any of it. I wanted to give you something that showed how sorry I was for that. I wanted to make up for it. And you basically threw it back in my face."

"So I figured if you were leaving, I was going to too. I left the necklace with the Carmen to give to you, because I knew you come to your sense about the whole thing. See, I know you, I'm not some stupid hockey player."

"I never said that!" Nico tried to interject.

"I know, but it felt like that. And at one point you did think like that." He knew hoe she used to feel about him. But that was a few years ago, her opinions have obviously changed since then.

"So where do we go from here Matty?" She fiddled with the necklace again. She didn't want to lose him. She couldn't lose him.

"I forgive you and I love you too much to break up with you." He turned his lips up into a small smile. "I don't want to act like this never happened, I just need a little time, okay? You have camp and then it's Paris. Let's keep doing what we're doing and we'll be okay."

She sighed in relief. Nico knew she had a long way to make up for this whole situation. Maybe she could start tonight by taking him out, courtesy of her brother.

#zegras!sister au #nicolette.grace #matthew x nico #I hope this makes sense

[riddle-me-ri]

!!! Congratulations on 500!! You deserve it! For the event, may I request jokers asylum jerv with the breakfast in bed prompt? He deserves a little treat smh

A/N: Aww omg thank you Cactus! I appreciate it and omg this is probably one of the softest things I’ve written, and you’re so right, JA Jervis absolutely deserves a treat for sure! Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 557

Joker's Asylum Mad Hatter - Breakfast in Bed

Your eyes slowly peeled open as you felt a small sliver of warmth over your face. You looked up to see there was a small slit between the curtains that aimed right into your drowsy eyes. You shut your eyes once more and turned away, half hoping you would fall asleep again. 

However, once you blinked the bright dots out of your vision. You saw him. Your precious Hatter, Jervis Tetch. 

He slept peacefully, soft snores came from his small mouth that was agape. When his breath crossed his teeth, a little whistle would come out with every exhale. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the amusing and utterly adorable sight. Somehow you didn’t feel sleepy anymore, but you wouldn’t mind just staring at Jervis for a while. 

Finally, getting the peace and rest he deserved. 

Then a sweet idea came to mind. Slowly, carefully, you crawled out from under the covers and tiptoed out of the bedroom. 

Once you made your way to the kitchen you went to work. 

Jervis woke up startled. When he reached out to touch your frame or your skin, all he felt was a hole in the mattress. 

He looked around, anxious and confused. Even tossing back the covers and throwing off the pillows. 

“Jervis?” You entered the room to see Jervis scrambling and scattering bed accessories. 

Jervis’ face of worry and fear soon lit up with joy at seeing you. 

“Oh, oh, dear…I-I thought something happened!” 

You shook your head, slowly bringing the tray over to the bedside nightstand. Once you set down the tray, you set work to ease Jervis. “I’m all right, Jervis.”

You kissed his cheeks and the top of his head as you covered him back up in the comforter and ensured he was properly sitting up on his pillows.  

“I wanted to surprise you.” 

You gently placed the tray of food down on his lap. On the tray was a stack of pancakes. Each pancake was cut out into hearts. There was a separate plate with a side of eggs the way Jervis likes them and bacon. 

Jervis gasped. “Oh, oh, I-I’m speechless…I…I’m not sure if I can eat this..” 

You giggled as you took a seat on the bed that was in front of him and the tray. “Well, we can’t let it go to waste.” 

Jervis nodded after a moment, very true he didn’t want your efforts to go to waste. Reluctantly, he picked up the knife and fork and began to cut into the pancakes. 

You anxiously waited for that first bite…hoping that he won’t just appreciate the thought, but he also gets to enjoy this surprise. 

“Oh goodness, oh goodness, this is delicious!” 

Your smile widened as the tension in your shoulders released. “Thank you, I’m glad.” You get up from the bed and give him another kiss on his forehead before you head to your closet to get ready for the day. 

However, you don’t get very far until a pair of warm hands cups your face, stilling you in place. 

“I-erhm….could you stay with me? W-We can share!” 

Your heart almost swelled up so much it could combust. 

“You know, that’s a brilliant idea, Jervis.” You smiled as you quickly got back to your side of the bed to share your homemade breakfast with the one you love.

#ri writes #ri 500 #joker's asylum mad hatter x reader #joker's asylum jervis tetch x reader #littlemisscactus🌵

[geekfanficwriter]

Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 5/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.3k Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), Oral (m! receiving), dirty talk, soft dom! Eddie, praise kink

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Author’s Note: The next 2 parts are mostly smut so if you’re not into that I’ve marked where the smut begins and ends or you can skip them as they don’t add too much to the plot.

April 13th, 1984

You awoke in the morning with Eddie's arms wrapped around you from behind. Nothing else had happened between the two of you after you had spoken. Instead, the two of you spent the rest of the evening talking until you both fell asleep. It had been nice. You had felt like there was no expectation from him that anything would happen between the two of you. He had been kind and sweet the whole time. You looked at the clock on his bedside table and saw it was an hour until school started. You turned round in Eddie’s arm to face him, he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. You didn’t understand how anyone could find him intimating, he was one of the only people who made you feel safe despite everything that had happened to you. ‘Eddie, wake up.’ You said shaking him lightly. He groaned in response, wrapping his arms tighter around you. ‘Come on, we have school.’ He didn’t respond just nuzzled his head into your neck. ‘Eddie, come on.’ ‘Let’s just stay home today.’ He finally spoke, looking at you with a grin on his face. ‘No, we have to go to school.’ You tried to get up but Eddie kept his arms wrapped tightly around you. ‘Why don’t we just stay in today?’ He said leaning over and kissing you on your neck. ‘Eddie, come on.’ ‘Babe, come on.’ He teased back. He flipped you over so you were on your back and hovered over you, leaning down to kiss you lightly on the lips. ‘My uncle’s in the city right now, we can just spend the day together.’ ‘As nice as that sounds, we can’t.’ ‘Why not? We’ll just be doing the same shit we do every day.’ He moved down, kissing you again on the neck while moving his hand up to grab your breast. ‘It’ll be nice to spend the day, just you and me.’ Eddie moved his head down, kissing between your breasts, as his hand continued to squeeze you. ‘You make a very convincing argument.’ You breathed out, his movements turning you on. ‘I guess one day isn’t too big a deal.’ ‘That’s my girl.’ He said, resting his head on your chest. Your stomach fluttered at his words. Did he really just call you, ‘my girl’? ‘Now come on.’ He stood up and pulled you out of bed. ‘I thought we were staying in bed.’ You grumbled. You wanted to stay in bed now, you wanted him. ‘I’m hungry. We can go back to bed after breakfast.’ He dragged you through to the kitchen before turning to look at you. ‘Have I told you how good you look in my pyjamas?’ He said fiddling with the waistband of his pyjama pants that you were wearing, having changed into them at some point the night before, not wanting to sleep in your jeans. ‘Not as good as you look.’ It was true, he looked great, just wearing his pyjama pants and no shirt. You couldn’t believe a guy this hot wanted anything to do with you. ‘So, food.’ You walked over to the fridge and bent over to look in. You felt a hand hit your ass, causing you to jump up. ‘Eddie!’ You yelled, hitting him lightly on the chest. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t help it.’ He had a big grin on his face as he took you into his arms, laughing. ‘I think the only thing I have is eggs and bacon. Is that okay?’ ‘Yeah, but I’m cooking. I don’t trust you.’ You grabbed the food out of the fridge as Eddie grabbed a pan, placing it on the stove. ‘Scrambled or fried? ‘ You asked walking over to the stove. ‘Scrambled, please.’ Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind.

After breakfast the two of you climbed back into bed, falling asleep pretty soon after. You woke up around lunch, getting up to order a pizza which you were currently sitting in bed eating. ‘Sorry but Friday the 13th is way better than Halloween.’ You said, grabbing a slice of pizza from the box in between you two. ‘You’re wrong, Halloween has a much better plot.’ ‘Friday the 13th has a better setting. Who doesn’t love a slasher set in the woods? It’s literally the perfect setting.’ ‘I think I’m going to stop hanging out with you in the woods.’ He joked. ‘You have pizza sauce on your face.’ ‘Where?’ You said wiping your mouth. ‘Right here.’ He said leaning over and kissing you on the lips. ‘Eddie Munson, you are a massive cheese ball.’ You smiled, leaning back over to kiss him. ‘It’s you making me this way.’ He pushed the now empty pizza box off the bed and pulled you over so were sitting on his lap.

———— ‘You are amazing.’ He placed his hand on your hips as you lean down to kiss him, placing your hands on his shoulder and playing with the ends of his hair. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth and you pulled yourself closer to him, moving your hips forward. You heard him moan into your mouth at the feeling of your hips against his. You rolled your hips again against his growing cock in his pyjamas, wanting to hear him moan again. ‘Fuck, baby.’ He groaned, pulling away slightly, your forehead still resting on his. ‘You don’t know what you to do me.’ ‘I think I can guess.’ You moved your hand down between the two of you, lightly brushing your hand against him. He groaned in response to your movements, turning you on in the process. You pressed your lips against his, moving the hand that was between the two of you up to his chest. You felt his hands move up your back, undoing your bra and pulling it off. His hands moved to your chest, grabbing your breasts and pushing them together. You moaned at the feeling of his cold rings against your skin. ‘Is this okay?’ He asked against your mouth. You nodded in response moving your head down to kiss his chest. You pressed light kisses against his chest, moving your head down further. You placed more kisses on his stomach, sliding your hands in his boxers and wrapping your hand around him, his moans encouraging you. You kept kissing his stomach moving your head further down until you reached the waistband of his pyjamas. You took his waistband in your hand going to pull them down before you felt his hands on top of yours. ‘You don’t have to do that.’ He looked down at you, genuine concern in his eyes. ‘Eddie, I want to do this.’ He nodded, removing his hands from yours, permitting you to continue. You adjusted your grip on his waistband, pulling down both the pyjamas and boxers at the same time, leaving him completely naked. He was big, you knew he was big from having him in your hand earlier but now you could see him, he seemed even bigger than you expected. You licked a strip up the base of his cock before pressing a kiss to his tip and taking him into your mouth. Eddie let out a moan, his hands coming down as he wrapped his hands in your hair. You continued, taking him deeper into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. ‘Fuck, baby. That feels so good.’ He gripped your hair even tighter, the pain turning you on. You moved your head up and down as you swirled your tongue around him. You moved so your body was positioned over his leg, grinding down trying to relieve some of the pressure between your own legs as you continued to bob your head up and down. ‘Such a good girl. Getting yourself off on my leg while sucking my cock.’ His words caused you to moan, the sound muffled by the cock in your mouth. You took him as far as you could into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around him. ‘I’m gonna cum, babe.’ He moaned, you pulled your head up so just the head of his cock was in your mouth. You moved your tongue around his tip before feeling him cum into your mouth, moaning your name. You took your mouth off him, swallowing before placing a kiss on the area above his softening cock. You rested your head on his stomach listening to his deep breaths. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up to meet his lips, kissing you hard. ‘You’re so hot.’ He mumbled against your lips. ‘So, so hot.’ He pushed you on your back so he was on top of you and leaned down to kiss your neck. His knee pushed up against your core as he kissed your neck. You groaned at the feeling of one of his hands moving up, pinching at your nipple. He moved his other down, slipping it into your underwear and rubbing your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. His mouth moved down sucking the skin at the top of your breast as his hand moved up and down, teasing you. ‘Eddie, please.’ You whined, his fingers rubbing around your hole. ‘What do you want baby?’ He asked, as one hand continued to tease you while the other rubbed your nipple. ‘Please, touch me, Eddie.’ You moaned. You felt one of his fingers enter you, moaning his name as he moved it in and out, before adding a second finger. ‘You’re so wet.’ He moved his mouth down the breast that he didn’t have his hand on, flicking your nipple with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth as his fingers continued to move in and out of you. You moaned as his thumb moved up to rub your clit. The feeling was overwhelming, you felt your legs start to shake as your orgasm built up. You felt his teeth graze your nipple, lightly biting you as you moaned loudly. You yelled his name loudly as you came, his fingers slowing down as you felt yourself come down from your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of you and moved them up, holding them in front of your mouth. ‘Open.’ You did as he asked and he slipped his fingers into his mouth. You sucked your juices off them, tasting yourself on his finger. ‘Such a good girl.’ He complimented you, his other hand tangling in his hair. He took his fingers out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, sucking the juices off your tongue. He climbed on top of you and you looked down seeing his cock was hard again. ‘Do you want more?’ He asked, placing a light kiss on your lips. ‘Yeah, I do.’ You replied, pulling down your pyjamas and underwear. ‘You are so beautiful.’ He reached over to the drawer on his bedside table, pulling out a condom and opening it, rolling it down his cock. He grabbed your hips, adjusting you so he was positioned perfectly between your legs. He rubbed his cock on you getting it wet with your juices. He moved his hands up grasping your hands, pushing them up so they were by your head. ‘You ready?’ ‘Eddie, please just fuck me.’ Your words urged him on as he pushed inside of you causing you both to groan. He kept his hips still for a moment, leaning down to kiss you, before starting to move his hips. He pushed into you slowly as you wrapped your legs around him pulling him as close as you could. He moved his lips to your neck, sucking and biting as he sped up his pace, his hands pressing yours into the pillow. You were completely under his control, you couldn’t do anything other than moan at the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, his lips on your neck and that turned you on. He released one of your hands, moving it down to rub on your clit. You screamed his name, moving your free hand to his back, digging your nails in. ‘Is that good, baby?’ He asked rubbing your clit even faster as his cock pounded into you. You tried to respond but couldn’t muster the words, just nodding in response. You knew you were close to your orgasm. You felt yourself squeezing around his cock causing him to groan in response. You couldn’t believe how good it felt, Eddie, filling you up while rubbing your clit. ‘Eddie, I’m gonna-‘ You spoke, not finishing your sentence before you came, moaning out as you did so. The sensation of you squeezing Eddie pushed him over the edge, him coming just after you. He collapsed on top of you, both of you taking deep breaths in and out as he buried his head in your neck, placing light kisses on you. ‘That was amazing.’ Eddie spoke in between kisses. He sat up slightly pulling out of you before discarding the condom. He lay down next to you pulling you close. ‘You are amazing.’

————

‘God I’m so tired.’ You spoke leaning up to give him a kiss. It's true, you were exhausted, you felt like you would never move again. ‘Take a nap baby.’ He said kissing your head, grabbing the covers and pulling them over you. ‘Then when you wake up, I was thinking that you could come to see my band play tonight.’ ‘You’re playing tonight?’ You asked snuggling in close to him. ‘Yeah, the crowd is kinda small and the place is a shithole but I want you to see me play.’ ‘Hell yeah, I’ll come tonight.’ ‘Great, now let’s get some sleep.’ He said pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

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#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #Eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

[theteasetwrites]

Mother's Day

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: during Season 9 time jump (The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning series) ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: none! ❧ Word Count: 1.6k

❧ Summary: Your husband and daughter take Mother's Day very seriously.

❧ A/N: This is my first oneshot that takes place in The Beginning universe! You don't need to read the entire series to understand what's going on, but it might help! Basically, Reader and Daryl have been together for about six years. They have a three-year-old daughter named Robin, and Dog is currently a puppy. Everything is pretty good in Alexandria at this time, so this is literally just a sweet little Mother's Day-themed oneshot for the series. Enjoy, and happy Mother's Day!

Holidays in Alexandria were few and far between, that’s for sure.

Christmas was too extravagant to celebrate in any meaningful capacity, besides a small dinner and an exchange of a few gifts, Halloween was non-existent, as the world was already scary enough without people dressing up as vampires or witches, and Thanksgiving was almost everyday, since not a day went by when the citizens of Alexandria weren’t thankful to be alive. 

But the simple holidays, the ones that honored the more mundane aspects of life, were much easier to celebrate.

Birthdays were routine, as you now had the birthdate of almost every citizen of Alexandria marked on your calendar, and other holidays, like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, somehow wormed their way into the small cultural zeitgeist that had formed the past several years of Alexandria’s relatively peaceful existence. 

You were still getting used to the concept of being a mother. You’d been one for the better part of three years, with Robin only a few weeks away from turning four in late May. Still, no matter how many times the little girl called out “Mommy” or “Momma,” you felt like you were living in the Twilight Zone. A very, very nice part of the Twilight Zone, without the eeriness of Rod Serling’s haunting voice over black and white terror stories.

“Can I crack an egg, Daddy?” you heard your child ask her father as you groggily stepped down the stairs, rubbing your eyes and laughing to yourself at the idea of even Daryl cracking an egg. 

“Jus’ watch me do it,” he said. “Eggs are tricky. And you gotta wash your hands or you’ll get sick.”

“Really?”

“Really. Raw egg ain’t good to eat. Give you a tummy ache, or worse.”

You turned the corner to feast your eyes on the sight: Daryl in his best shirt and jeans, Robin still in her white hooded onesie (with rabbit ears and tail, no less), and Dog, your rather rambunctious puppy, clumsily tilting his head side to side as he watched Daryl instruct Robin. She stood upon her little kitchen step stool, barely allowing her to see over the edge of the counter. 

“But they’re okay to eat after you cook ‘em?” she asked curiously.

“Mhm,” he said, concentrating on the egg as he attempted to crack it above the mixing bowl. “We’re gonna mix these up and make scrambled eggs. Real easy. Why don’t you hand me that whisk, birdie?”

She followed his pointed finger to focus her gaze on the jar of utensils. “This thingy?” she asked, holding the whisk in her tight hand. 

“Bingo,” he said, a proud smile forming on his face. Robin could do just about anything and it would still impress him. “Look at you, smartie pants. Already learnin’ a thing or two.”

She cradled her head in her hands as she watched him whisk the eggs, periodically spooning out eggshells he had missed. He wasn’t the greatest cook in the world (besides his blueberry pancakes, of course), but at least he tried. 

“Can I wake Mommy up now?” she asked, and you snickered mischievously to yourself, shaking your head at how adorable the two of them were. Robin must’ve been dying to wake you up for at least an hour now, and Daryl must’ve been about ready to pull his hair out, dealing with the talkative, curious child. “Please?”

“Let ‘er wake up on ‘er own,” he said. In truth, he was hoping to have as much time as possible to prepare your Mother’s Day breakfast before you awoke. “She’ll be down soon enough.”

Dog’s ears perked up when he noticed your presence just before he bounded forward, each paw stumbling over the other. “Hi, buddy,” you laughed, kneeling down to pet him. “Hi, kiddos.”

Robin turned on her stool and nearly tripped as she stepped off, though Daryl quickly dropped his whisk in the mixing bowl to hold onto her before she sprinted across the modest-sized kitchen towards you. “Happy Mother’s Day!” she sang out as she threw her little arms around your shoulders. 

“Aw, thank you, sweet pea.”

Her lips quickly pecked your cheek, and you swore you could feel her long, dainty eyelashes fluttering on your cheekbone. She pulled away with wide, expressive blue eyes, filled with about ten times the energy of you and Daryl combined. 

“Daddy and I are making you breakfast,” she said, and jauntily pointed towards the myriad of pots and pans and dishes cluttering the stove. You only hoped Daryl also intended to clean the kitchen, too. “Dog’s helping, too.”

“Pfft,” scoffed Daryl. “Mangy mutt’s been trippin’ me all mornin’. Keeps gettin’ under my feet. He’s gonna need trainin’.”

“I’m not the one who brought him home…” you teased, scratching behind the canine’s ears as he exposed his belly to you on the kitchen floor. “So, what’s for breakfast, househusband?” You rose to wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek as he rolled his eyes. You simply couldn’t help but be a little amused at the sight of Daryl cooking. It always warmed your heart. 

“Scrambled eggs,” he said with a huff, pointing at each dish with his spatula as he listed it. “Bacon… Pancakes… Robin’s s’posed to be buttering up the English muffins.” He glowered playfully at the little girl, who was now scurrying around the dining room with the puppy. “Guess I lost my little chef.”

You laughed, squeezing his shoulder before eying the cutting board on which were Robin’s abandoned English muffins. Each of them were already split in half, but only one was buttered (rather sloppily, you might add), with a lone spoon holding a glob of homemade butter. 

“You gave her a spoon to spread the butter?” you laughed. “Daryl, a butter knife won’t hurt her, you know.” You reached to open the silverware drawer, with the intent of buttering the muffins yourself, but Daryl dropped his spatula in the egg pan and grabbed your hand, guiding you away from the counter. 

“No moms allowed in the kitchen,” he said. “Dads only.”

He quickly ushered you into the living room before frantically running back to check on the food, and Robin and Dog scurried out from the dining room to meet you at the couch, a crudely wrapped present in Robin’s hands. 

“We got you a present,” she said bashfully.

Your eyes widened as you gasped in exaggerated shock. “Oh, chipmunk, you guys didn’t have to get me anything! I have everything I could ever want and more.” You reached out to pinch her chubby cheeks. “But I do love presents… Can I open it?”

“Wait!” you heard Daryl call out from the kitchen. “Wait for me!”

He hurried out with a rag in his hands as he tried to wipe the bacon grease from his fingers. 

You patted the couch cushion beside you, urging Robin to sit next to you while you opened her present. Daryl took the invitation, too, sitting himself on the other side of you. He seemed almost more excited than the three-year-old. 

“Open it,” he said with an uncharacteristically large grin. “You’re gonna love it.”

“I know,” you said excitedly, tearing open the wrapping paper, made from old newspaper. “I can’t wait to…”

Your voice trailed off as the picture came into view. It was a small, framed canvas, upon which was a childlike family portrait of yourself, Daryl, Robin, and Dog, with your blue house in the backdrop, complete with your pink rose bushes and the little wooden sign you had nailed to the picket fence years ago: DIXONS, it read. 

You beamed at the attention to detail, how each stick figure still looked familiar. Even Daryl’s shoulder-length brown hair was drawn with stunning accuracy. 

Framing the canvas were four worn pieces of wood, mismatched and yet somehow fitting perfectly together. You could already tell Daryl had put the frame together himself, especially since upon the bottom piece was the word DIXONS carved meticulously into the wood, in case anyone forgot that you were, in fact, Dixon’s.

Robin’s little signature, with her initials, R.E.D, were painted in small, green letters in the bottom right corner. 

“Oh, I love it!” you practically squealed, a lump forming in your throat as the tears began to well up in your eyes. “Thank you, babies.” You pressed a small kiss to Robin’s head as your arm pulled her close to your side. She snuggled up happily, watching her mother press a different kind of kiss to her father’s lips. “This means so much to me. I’m going to hang it over the fireplace.”

“Nah,” said Daryl, surprising you for a moment. Surely he’d want to hang such a prized piece of Robin Dixon’s original artwork above his mantle? He stood up to remove the Alfonso Mucha painting that was already hanging above the fireplace. “I’ll hang it. Moms don’t work today.”

That evening, you watched the sunset with Daryl, swaying lazily on the porch swing as he held you close, the usual procedure. Only today, it was a little different—it was your day, and when he held you, he reminded you of how thankful he was for you, how much he respected you for bringing his child into the world, and how great of a mother you were.

~

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[prettyblondguys]

Part 2

Dmitri x plus size f!reader

Warnings: None for this chapter I think, don't you dare ask me to proofread

Sunday Bingo Night was, thankfully, Russian Man free. As a matter of fact, the rest of your week had been as well, leaving you to put all of your focus (and anxieties) into your work at the local library. It wasn't a stressful job per say, not when compared to other fast paced environments, and the hours and pay were decent, but still you had the habit of working yourself up over the smallest things. Case in point, you were currently sitting behind the circulation desk with a notepad trying to figure out everything that still needed to be done for the upcoming Friends of the Library Event, a relatively small gathering that was held each year to drum up more funds, and the second it had been assigned to you to take care of, you'd felt that all too familiar dread of 'what if I mess up?' wash over you. It wasn't as if you didn't know what to do, you'd worked here for years now and you worked hard, sometimes spending extra hours just to get more work done, opting to finish filings or sortings sooner rather than the next day, and going out of your way to think of and make fun displays to draw more of the community in. And your hard work hadn't gone unnoticed either, after just 3 years you'd been promoted to co-head librarian, head librarian being your 64 year old coworker, Delores.

No, you knew what you were doing, you just often did more than needed to be done.

"I know we've decided on tea sandwiches," you say to Delores as she flips through some papers, letting out a sigh when you bring up the event again, "but what if people want a second option? Like, what if they get sick of the sandwiches? It's 2 hours, maybe we should have something else as well?" Delores fixes you with a withering look over the rim of her glasses, lips pursed in thinly veiled aggravation, "Like what?" You scramble for an idea, you were sure she'd shoot you down without even considering it. "Umm, how about chips and dip?"

"Too messy."

"Devilled Eggs,"

"Too smelly." Fair.

"We could have fruit!"

"What kind of fruit?"

"Um, how about..grapes..?"

"You want to serve tea sandwiches and grapes?" She looks at you like you'd just asked what the Dewey decimal system is. "I, uh, I guess we should just...stick to the sandwiches." Delores goes back to flipping through her papers and you dejectedly return to your notepad, scratching out where you had written 'second food option'. There's still a lot that needs to be done in five days; the rest of the recently donated books needed to be checked for marks and put in neat boxes, you needed to make sure you had enough name tags and markers, and not to mention blank labels. You had come up with a fun way for the patrons to interact with the library they help fund, by letting them go through the donated books and label them, sort of playing librarian for the day. Even Delores had thought it was a good idea. You hum to yourself, fingers tapping against the paper,

"How about a second drink option?"

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"Dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, be, dooby, dom. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaa," you quietly sing through a mouth full of tomato and sliced turkey, head bobbing as The Beach Boys' Come Go With Me plays through your headphones. You had walked five minutes away to spend your lunch break at the park that overlooked the beach, sitting on the picnic table and decompressing from your coworker's passive-aggressiveness. And decompressing here was easy, with the sun warming your face and the smell of the ocean filling your lungs, and the sweet, sweet sound of The Beach Boys crooning in your ears. Tea sandwiches be damned, this was peaceful.

"So come and go with me, whoa whoa whoa whoaa-" oh no. Walking away from the beach and towards you was Dmitri, a plain white shirt draping over his body like liquid. Ok, maybe that was a bit much, but he looked delectable. You consider getting up and walking back to the library, cutting your break short halfway through, but that would be too obvious. Maybe he hasn't seen me. Maybe he'll walk by and not even notice me. Maybe you should stop shoving your sub down your throat.

His eyes land on you as he gets closer, the side of his mouth turning up in a soft smile. "Y/n," he greets you after you slip your headphones around your neck, stopping to stand near where you sit, "fancy seeing you here." You inwardly cringe as he repeats your words from the grocery store just days earlier.

"I wahurc neher behi," you say through yet another mouthful of sub, holding your hand up for him to wait when he gives you a confused look. You swallow and continue, "I work nearby. I'm on my lunch break." He nods, moving to sit on the bench next to where your feet are, giving you the high ground, "It's nice here," he looks out towards the water as he speaks, elbows resting on his knees, "you can see the ocean whenever you please." I'm just gonna ignore how hearing you say 'please' just made me feel. "Have you gone in yet?" You ask, taking small nibbles of your sub.

"Not yet," he replies, "I haven't had the opportunity." Pal, it's California, the whole state is an opportunity to get in the ocean. "You said you work nearby?" He changes the subject, turning his head to look at you as you're mid-bite. It'd be weird to offer him some. Do NOT offer him some. You slowly hold the sub out to him, which he politely declines. "I work at the library down the street, the one with the flamingo statue out front." You love that flamingo statue, you'd named him Jacques. "What about you? What do you do?" Ok, why does he suddenly look like I just asked why his basement is locked? "I am.." he seems to be trying to think of the words, "in between jobs, at the moment." You nod and continue eating, a silence filling the space between you two as you stare out at the water. You slyly eye him in profile, taking the moment to actually look at him. You hadn't been exaggerating when you said he was hot, but now you notice just how pretty he actually is, all of the little details you'd overlooked the previous times you'd met. You had noticed how full his lips were, but not how pink, how mysterious his eyes were, but not how soft his gaze was, and certainly not the little specks of silver in his hair and trimmed mustache. God, he's like, seriously beautiful.

He catches you staring before you have time to look away, eyes boring into yours as you feel your cheeks start to burn, "Sorry," you mumble with a laugh, fiddling with the sandwich wrapper, "I was, um…" he smiles as you fumble for an explanation. "No, no there's no way to spin that, is there?" Good naturedly shaking his head, he stands up and faces you. "Perhaps I will stop by the library sometime, if that would be alright?" Did I fall asleep? Have I been dreaming this whole time? Did Delores finally snap and murder me for my incessant perfectionism and now I'm in heaven? "If not," he continues when you don't reply, "that is fine, I understand." NO! "No! That's not it," please don't screw this up for yourself, "I was just…"

"Staring." He says it matter of factly, kinda smug about it, too. Huh, add that to my growing list of turn ons. "Yeah," you admit defeatedly, "that I was." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out one of those little pencils that were always on side tables in motels, are they called golf pencils? and a folded up scrap of paper. He tears off a section and hands it and the pencil to you, which you take with a heavy look of confusion. "Cool...thank..thank you.." Is this like...penguins gifting rocks? Is it a Russian thing? Is this a dowry? He chuckles before crossing his arms over his chest, fixing you with those piercing blue eyes, "How am I supposed to call and ask you on a date if I do not have your number?" Oh. "Oh."

Sylvia is not gonna believe this.

Authors Note: I'm sorry the chapters aren't very long but I hope y'all are enjoying the story so far! Feedback and Reblogs are very much appreciated!

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[mintaclestentacles]

Dick cooks tasty food that tastes like comfort, and he avoids using processed ingredients as much as possible, the kind of guy who would make his own pasta and sauce

Jason just watches this, wondering why Dick eats so much fast food and only cooks when he is there

Ok, warning ahead for Eating disorder, because I headcanon that Dick has one so please be good to yourself and skip this if it might not be for you!

Taking care of himself is always easier when Jason is around. When he's alone Dick's thoughts circle endlessly around food. Two parallel loops, one pending from- you should probably eat, to- but you can skip this time. And the other loop Dick wishes he could just turn the fuck off- first it's don't eat, not that much, you don't need that. and then. And then is the downfall. The quick and easy fast food. The bingeing and excess. First he manages to go with little to nothing, sometimes for days, but the other loop always inevitably catches up. And Dick always finds himself buying three of five burgers, eating one on his way home, wolfing down the rest once inside in his own privacy. Then crying and curling up in shame, convinced he can feel the grease on his face no matter how often he washes it and always nauseously aware of the mass of food in his stomach.

But these voices were just a bit quieter with Jay around. The days felt longer and peaceful. Dick had time to cook, and just seeing Jason enjoy his cooking made Dick discover some love for food as well.

It's not ok. Or, Dick is not ok, not even Jason can make him just be ok. But it was easy to waste time in the morning, preparing a full pan of scrambled eggs with onion and paprika, toasting bread and cutting up tomoatoes.

Dick stirs some cheese into the pan, when he feels the warm skin-on-skin of Jason's arm coming to hug him from behind. With a sigh of relief Dick leans back into his boyfriend's embrace, closing his eyes and smiling at the sensation of Jason rubing his nose against the shell of his ear.

"Smells good.", Jason rumbles, voice still rumbly from sleep.

Dick chuckles, "you can still smell breakfast over my stink? ah-"

Jason playfully bites into his ear. "I was talking about you. You smell good."

"I'm unshowered, Jay.", Dick protests.

"I know. It's awesome.", Jason answers.

So Dick lets him bury his nose in his unwashed hair, taking deep breaths as Dick finishes their breakfast.

Dick knew he had problems, knew he was not ok, but it was easier with Jason here. And for the first time in weeks, Dick was looking forward to his breakfast.

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[draconic-ichor]

Spinning Gold

Part 9

Elden Ring fic

Morgott /female tarnished

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, blood, menstruation, mentions of death, mentions of illness, horn brake

Summary: The Lady is excited to read the newspaper after the night of the ball.

Feedback appreciated, 18+

Morgott slept on his stomach, face buried into his own forearm. The tarnished woke, giving a little yawn as she stretched along his side. She blinked into the pale morning light before sitting up.

She crawled up the bed, attempting to find Morgott’s face. He made a sound but didn’t allow her any access.

She tapped one of his horns hollowly with the tip of her finger, causing his tail to flick. Never one to give up, she crawled back to his side.

Morgott almost thought himself the winner, beginning to drift once more. Until he felt her climb on top of him, sitting on his back. He made a grumbling sound as she got comfortable.

“My Lord.” She purred, leaning down to press herself along his spine.

“Hm?” He tilted his head just enough to speak to her.

“The sun has risen.” She informed.

“I hath not noticed.” His voice thick with sarcasm.

“Your wife is also quite awake.” She giggled, wiggling a bit over him.

“Is she?” His lips curled.

“She wishes to kiss her Lord, uphold her promises.” She scooted up him more, mindful of his horns.

“Insatiable little thing.” He murmured through a yawn. Morgott stretched like a cat before rolling onto his side. The tarnished fell off behind him.

As he absentmindedly scratched at his chest, attempting to fully wake, the tarnished scrambled up over his side.

She fell off the other side, plopping down at his front now.

“Good morning.” He gave a sleep heavy smile once she had made herself comfortable.

~

Morgott sat at the table, a large plate of cooked eggs before him. He was eating silently as a handmaiden brought the Lady Tarnished a newspaper.

The Lady excitedly sat down, thumbing through it. “Ah!” She exclaimed, making Morgott stop chewing to glance up curiously.

“They already wrote about the party!” She bounced a bit as she pushed her plate aside to smooth the paper over the table. Morgott nodded, continuing to eat, not half as interested as his wife in whatever slander they decided to publish.

“Listen, listen. ‘Our GodLord was seen leaving her own celebration, in which fellow royal dignitaries attended, in the arms of a fair haired stranger.’” She smiled wildly, “Oh, they made you sound so mysterious.”

She cleared her throat, continuing, “‘It was long thought that our fair Lady’s taste exclusively preferred omen; it seems the King may have some competition for her affections.’”

Morgott chuckled, taking another bite.

“Perhaps I should give them an interview, since they are so interested in my peculiar tastes.” She mused.

Morgott snorted at that idea, “Do not dare.”

“Only good things would be said, I assure you.” She smiled at his reddened face.

As the afternoon drug on Morgott wrote at his desk, fully consumed into his work. Midday sun filtered in from the windows, the melody of birdsong could be heard on the air.

A new sound broke the peace: the ringing of the large clock in the capital center. It rang out three clear times. Morgott paused, lifting his head. It was three pm…

He jumped to his feet, rushing to collect a sealed envelope before going for the door. He was late for a meeting.

As he went through the doorway he misjudged the distance between his head and the doorframe. His horns clattered against the stone, a hollow sound ringing out and stopping him in his tracks. He stiffened, pain shooting through his skull, cursing out.

He took a step back, feeling wetness run down the side of his head. Fingers explored up feeling the tip of one of his horns had broken off, blood seeping out of it.

He glanced down, seeing the horn piece on the floor. Grimacing he picked it up, stuffing it in his robe pocket.

He turned back towards the door, going through the threshold much more carefully. Going quickly down the hallway, grumbling, his hand dug around his other pocket until they found their quarry.

The horn base was covered with a fresh handkerchief, attempting to stop the bleeding. On top of being late he would now have to explain away the weeping horn.

~

He was thankful the tarnished failed to notice the missing bit of horn. Morgott was able to stop the bleeding and filed down the new rough edge beforehand.

She seemed fine at dinner, perhaps a bit more prickly about her moods but anyone can have testing days. She was still bubbly and mostly optimistic. So when the Lady failed to come fetch him at their usual bedtime it caught him off guard.

Morgott finished up the contract he’d been writing up, filing it away before heading towards his chambers.

Pushing open the heavy oaken door, he paused. The room was quite dark, bed cold and untouched. The GodLord and himself had shared his bed chambers together for a good few months, he’d grown used to the comforts that came with sleeping next to another. He frowned, gripping his cane tighter in thought.

Morgott wracked his brain over possible reasons for his little wife to be cross with him. The thought of her losing interest in him all together crossed cruelly over his mind as well. But she hadn’t shown signs of disinterest. So perhaps she was ill?

His worries won out over his reservations, going to search out the Lady.

Light filtered from beneath her bedchamber doors, signaling her location. Morgott gently rapped his knuckles against the wood, hearing her voice grant him entrance after a strained moment.

He opened the door to find her sitting in bed, a comfortable unrestrictive nightdress adorned. She looked almost embarrassed as she met his gaze.

“Is my Lady well?” He asked, voice tinged with apprehension.

“Not exactly.” She answered, quickly elaborating at his deepened look of worry, “I’m not sick!”

“Then…what ails thee?” Confusion thickened his voice now, brow knotting.

It was just then a coppery smell caught his nose. A smell he knew far too well. That coil of worry tightened in his gut, stepping closer to the bedside. The tarnished flushed under his gaze.

“Nature has finally decided it is my time to bleed.” She admitted, looking away.

“Ah…”

“This hasn’t happened since I became tarnished, not even after ascending godhood.” She filled the silence, “I suppose it was the frequent deaths that threw off my body’s chemistry for so long,”

“And thee has not been felled since the dragon.” He finished her thought.

“Yes.” She agreed, “It seems to have finally caught up with me.”

He waited for her to continue, but when no words came Morgott asked, “For this reason thee avoids mine chambers?”

“I didn’t want to cause a mess in your bed.” She admitted quietly.

“Aye, for we are always careful not to cause a mess upon thine sheets.” He quipped, voice thick with sarcasm. He did feel some level of relief finding out her choice was not born from his own misstep in some way.

The tarnished pouted, “This is different…”

Morgott raised his hands in surrender, “If my Lady is more comfortable here in thy own chambers, I wish not to sway thee.” He added softly, “Yet if a bit of blood be her only concern…Mine upbringing did not brook much opportunity for squeamishness; blood does not crack mine resolve in the slightest.”

She processed his words for a moment, chewing her inner cheek. “Are you positive?” She asked, moving to the edge of the bed.

“Sheets can be washed.” He soothed, offering out a hand to her.

She took it gingerly, giving him a smile in return.

As they walked back they spoke softly to one another. Morgott knew the most rudimentary details of menstruation, it never being a topic he expected to need to be knowledgeable about.

“Does it pain thee?” He asked, concerned.

“A little.” She admitted, adding, “It can be quite painful on occasion…and messy.”

He made a sound of acknowledgment.

“I didn’t miss it!” She laughed quietly.

Once back in his chambers, Morgott offered her extra pillows and the lion’s share of the oversized bed. He waited for her to place down towels for safety’s sake and her own peace of mind, before crawling into bed himself.

He curled his tail in a way so that the tarnished could cuddle it. She hugged onto it instantly, not wanting to squander such an honor. She nuzzled her face into the soft fur, safely just below the twisted mass of horns. Her antics brought a smile curling his lips as he got comfortable.

“My Lord.”

“Hm?”

“…thank you.” She murmured into his fur, his warmth already soothing.

He gave a contented sigh, tail coiling into her hold more.

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