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sofasoap · 8 months

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First time - Part 2

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: years of pinning, you find an excuse to get close to your best friend, Kyle. Now Is he going to say yes to your plan?

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : E rating. Slight angst. Pinning. Friend to lovers. Insecurity. Smutty smut.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Enjoy!!

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His hand glides back and forth the small of your back, the other slides up along the spine, coming to a stop at the nap of your neck, lightly holding it.

Leaning closer, he whispered in your ears.

“I have one condition.” Pulling back slightly, staring into your eyes with the usual softness you noticed that is only reserved for you. “I’ll treat you to the full package.”

“Full package?” your eyes narrowed slightly, confused.

“Like I said before, Sunflower, I don’t want this to be a loveless sex.” You open your mouth, trying to say something, but the gentle caresses of his thumb along your neck, rubbing little circles stopped you. “I want you to treat you to dinner,” Clearing his throat, “A… a date, first, if you can call it that.” Please call it that. You thought pleadingly. But you know he doesn’t mean it by a real date. “To, to get you in the mood.” Why is he getting flustered and nervous all of sudden? You wondered.

“And um, then, we can. Proceed. With ..” stuttering slightly, he took a deep breath.

“The deed.”

You suddenly burst out laughing. Breaking the moment.

Biting your lip to try to control your laughter, leaning into his shoulder. “I am sorry if I am pressuring you into this, Kyle. You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. I can find someone else. “ letting out a sigh as you finally calm down from your laughter. “Sam seems to be pretty enthusiastic when I mention to them last time that I haven’t had anyone…”

“No. NO please, let me do this. I don’t trust anyone else looking after you.” There’s his knight in shining armour attitude again. Always there to protect you. That is why you fell for him. Love him. He’s always looking out for your back. As you do for him.

Straightening himself up, gaining his confidence back slightly as he plastered his signature smile on his face.

“So, Sunflower, where would you like to go for the pre-deed date?”

“You look very lovely with that dress, Sunflower.” He smiled.

You are sure there’s one. Yours. You are for sure he is going to break your heart again for the second time by the end of the night. Shattering it even harder than the last. When both of you part ways. And with possibly complete change in your friendship.

Your mouth gaped as you see there, stands Kyle Garrick, in dark colour tight jeans, long sleeve turtle neck with a sand colour leather jacket. With a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Ready to pick you up for … the supposed pre-deed date.

How many hearts has he captured and broke with his handsome look?

Before you spiral down too far, you decide you should just enjoy this moment, living out your fantasy. The fantasy of Kyle Garrick has finally asked you out on a date, to be his lover, the one and only, your happily ever after.

He isn’t joking when he mentions to get you into the mood during the date.

“You know that is my favourite dress? It really accentuates your figures well.”

“You smell really nice. New perfume?”

“There's a bit of chocolate on your face…Let me wipe it off for you.”

“Come. Hold my hand. So I don’t lose you in the crowd.”

The few comments and warm looks from the passerby as the two of you standing by the dock, watching a cruise ship slowly pulling away from the port, sailing into the distance, chatting about the possible destination of the travellers.

“Oh,aren’t you two a cute looking couple. I remember my husband used to take me walking along this Strand for dates when we were too poor to go on proper dates in a restaurant..” The old lady smiled and looked up to the old man beside her, who was lost in his own fond memories.

You can almost feel Kyle's smile as he kisses the top of your head, pulling you tight against him before replying, “Oh, this is why I am bringing my beautiful girlfriend here now, creating memories so we have something to look back to when we grow old together.”

To anyone’s ears, this would certainly be a possible marriage proposal. But you know it isn’t.

That sincerity in this tone just makes your heart flutter and melts. You start to waver, does he really mean what he just said?

No. he makes it very clear. This is only a pre-deed date. Just to get you into the mood.

And he certainly has done it.

Now, standing in the middle of your bedroom, clasping both of your hands together, you look down onto the floor at your own feet.

You couldn’t stop shaking as both of you waited for each other to make a move.

Maybe this is a bad idea after all. Maybe you should have just faced the fact that you're going to stay a virgin until you die. Or you will never have Kyle to yourself. Not even as ……

“We can stop here if you want Sunflower. I don’t want you to think we have to go through with this.” Sensing your hesitation and discomfort radiating through, he took a step forward, breaking your thought, gently enveloping your hands with his, caressing your knuckle with his thumbs. “We can just end the evening here, I’ll just … “

“No!” Coming out slightly more forceful than you expected, you gulped as you shake your head before tilting your head up, glossy eyes slowly blinking with a softer but determined tone.

“I want you, Kyle. Take me. Please.”

He lets go of your hands, slowly sliding up your arm, towards your shoulder, your neck, and comes to a stop as he cups your jaw, leaning down with his lips hovering over yours, as if asking for that final permission again.

Tilting your head slightly, closing the gap. Feeling his warm and slightly chapped lips on yours.

Since when you hit adolescents, when you realise your attraction to him is not just mere childhood crush.

How you have dreamt of this moment for a long time. YEARS.

Maybe there was some teenage hormone rage happening at the same time. But even now, there are nights of dreaming about him, trying to relieve that ache with your own hands, it was never enough. Nothing ever satisfied you.

Boldly, sliding one of your hands behind him and sliding down between the gap of his pants, grabbing onto his butt, the other underneath his top, feeling both of his firm abdominal muscles, lightly scratching it with your nails. Teasing him a bit.

That seems to tip him over the edge. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him.

“For someone who claims never had any experiences before, you are certainly a tease. Look how hard you make me.” Rolling his against you, feeling the almost hardened cock even through the material.

Fuck. If you weren’t aroused before, now you were pretty sure your core is dripping wet. You never heard him talking in such a dark and lusty tone before. You wouldn’t say you dislike it. What you will do to hear more of it.

“Lacey lingerie? All for me? What a pretty girl…” you can hear his amused tone as he turns you around, pulling down the zipper of your dress, letting it drop down to the floor.

Your body is heated up with his comment. You have debated days ago if you should wear something special underneath, or just a plain safe option of your normal underwear. But now you are glad you bit the bullet and went to the shop and got the lingerie set after hearing his praises. He leans down and plants light kisses trailing down from the tip of your ears down towards your neck and shoulders.

“Kyle….” You whimpered as you tighten your thighs together, trying to get a bit of relief. He quietened you with a little shush, before coming back up and kissing your temple. You need him now. You can’t take anymore of his teasing.

“Just relax. I will take care of you, love. Don’t worry.” lightly grabbing onto your breast, teasing the nipple through the thin fabric, as the other hand slights down, cupping your sex, and slide his hand back and forth

You moan and gasp as he pushes the fabric aside and slides one of his fingers in, rubbing lightly on your clit with his thumb and slides his other fingers through the slit.

This is better than your own finger. Even better than you imagined.

Before you know it, your first orgasm hits you fast as he rubs circles with his thumb on your clit, eyes closed, you lean back against him, biting your own lip trying to suppress the urge of screaming out loud.

He slows down his ministration as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, whispering words of praise. If not for his strong arm circling around your waist to hold you up, your jelly like leg wouldn’t even support you up.

Oh.

Slowly pulling out his fingers and after tilting his head down to give you a deep kiss, he bent down a little, arm behind your knee to scoop you up into a bridal carry.

Carefully lowering you on to the bed, taking a moment to admire you, he stood back from the bed, slowly undressing himself. His beautiful toned body slowly reveals as he shreds each piece of clothing. Until the last one disappeared onto the floor.

OH. he is.

Well endowed.

Like the rumours you have heard.

Jokes have been made around the table amongst close friends how “well grown” Kyle has been, but you always thought that is just shits and giggles amongst the mates and men throwing at each other, but seeing is believing.

Rumours confirmed. Fact. Ticked.

You tense up. Feeling like a novice jumping straight into the hardest setting in a game, you wondered how in the hell are you going to take him?!

Snapping back from your thought, you saw Kyle crawling onto the bed with a box condom and a tube of lubricant.

“I, ah, didn’t know if you have any so I brought some for you..” he smiled shyly, holding the items up.

The ever thoughtful Kyle. It's actually quite touching.

When he was about to grab the packet of condom, your hand reached over, asking in a quivering tone.

Your shoulder relaxed slightly, nodding your head as silent thanks. He edges forward on his knee, and nudges your leg to spread open slightly. Although you only just came down from your orgasm, you feel like you are ready to go again with his fingers works around the area, gently applying the lubricants.

You don’t think you will ever get enough of his touching you. Nor you touching him.

“Can.. can I.. put it on for you? Can you please teach me how?” you pull a nervous smile, asking him for permission.

His gentle hand guides yours towards his arousal, taking in a sharp breath as you hold the base of his cock and slowly roll the condom down his length.

Aiming at your sex, he slowly and gently pushes his tip in, inch by inch, letting you get used to the stretch.

“Try to relax, love.. Take your time. No pressure here..” he leans forwards, giving you light kisses on the face as he notices your face contorted with discomfort and pain. “You are doing so well.. Taking me…just tell me when I can move, at your own pace.”

Grabbing onto his shoulder, you try to relax as much as possible, nodding your head to urge him to push on, until he is fully seated inside you.

Such a strange sensation, him inside you. So big. So hot. You feel like you are melting into one with him.

You take another deep breath in, looking up at him with your hooded eyes. You can see his jaws tighten and eyes full of lust as he looks back down at you, trying to control himself for your sake.

“I am ready. Please. Kyle.” You begged.

Starting slowly, he slides his cock out, before thrusting it back in again. And repeating the motion, again and again, but you can feel he is holding back slightly, afraid to hurt you if he moves too much.

You throw your head back, reaching your second orgasm of the night, screaming out his name. Amongst the haziness of orgasm, you feel him going for a few quick short sharp thrust before reaching his own high, groaning out loud as he rides it out.

Slowly the discomfort and pain is taken over by that familiar feel of delightful heat pulling around your lower region. You start rocking your hip upward, to meet with his thrust, trying to chase that bliss that you have felt earlier on.

He pushes your legs towards your body more, hitching the feet onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you let out a loud moan as he has hit the perfect spot. One of his hand made its way towards your clit, pinching it lightly.

Collapsing on top of you panting away, he buried his face in between your breast, trying to steady his breathing.

“Heaven..… I can’t believe it.. Oh gosh.. I love you.”

Your head snapped up from the pillow, looking down at him. You felt him tensing up as soon as he realised what had slipped through his mouth.

“You…“ Did you hear him right? “You.. love me?” you asked in a very small voice. Body starts to shake. This must be just post-sex brain talking, right? There is no way possible he loves you.

Awkward silence lingers, you try to push yourself up, trying to get away from him, but he grabs onto your arm before you can fully pull away, and head raises up and looks at you, with pleading eyes.

“I.. I never intended for it to come out this way. I am sorry.” he replied in an almost choking voice.

See? He is regretting what he said already. There is no way he loves you.

“That’s why you refused.” you whispered.

“You don’t know how happy I was when you came to me about your… proposal,” he continued. Closing his eyes, recounting the memory. “I don’t know how you feel about me, other than being a close friend. I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

He nodded. Face falling back in between your breast again, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he let out a breath.

“But I was so heartbroken seeing you running away from me..planning to run away into another person’s arms with the same proposal. How can I let that happen? I want to be your special one.. I want to be your first.” he gulped, “I want to be loved by you.”

“Way too long. Even the others have noticed it.. I suspect.”

“Kyle…” you lift your hand, running your finger through his short curly hair. “I.. I've been in love with you since we were young.” You confessed. His head snapped back up, suddenly hope glittering in his eyes, “I .. never thought you will return my feeling, I was too scared to make a move, and I was sick and tired waiting for you to make a move.” tears streaming down your face, he reaches up gently, wiping it away. “And I thought, using this excuse, at least.. At least I can be with you first and last time, and move on. Forget about going after you. Just keep our relationship as friends.”

“Oh my Sunflower…” he leaned his forehead against yours. “Looks like both of us have been hiding from each other. For a long time.”

Kyle’s eyes snapped open, brows raised.

“One of them pushed me to just get on with it and ask you.” you smiled. “ and I am glad they did.”

“So do I..” After a brief pause, Kyle wriggling himself around a bit, to pull out from you, throwing away the used condom. You moaned slightly at the loss of the heat and feeling of him..

You raise your eyebrows as he grabs another condom from the box, and his cock already recovering from the session.

“We gotta make up for all that lost time, right?” he winked.

Oh, you wouldn’t say no to that.

“Like I said, my Sunflower, there are still a lot of tricks up my sleeve I need to show you.. We have all night to go through it all.”

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This chapter went on way longer than I expected. oops.

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storiesofsvu · 8 months

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Five Nights pt 3

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: teasing, language, smut, oral, face sitting. pt 3 of 4! I did not proof read this so.... apologies if there are typos or shit lol.

After the way his day had started, Aaron thought he might finally be able to feel some relief for a bit, finally knowing what it felt like to have his cock buried deep between your lips, that the fantasy would no longer be plaguing his thoughts while he was supposed to be working.

As it turned out, he was horribly wrong.

The day was a mix of spending time in the office and time trapped in an SUV with you. He was almost second guessing himself while you were driving to a scene, you were so nonchalant about everything he was nearly starting to think that he’d dreamt the whole thing. That was until you let out that adorable giggle when you caught him staring and made a joke. It was almost instant he felt his cock twitch in his pants and he cursed under his breath, taking a deep breath to try and regain focus only to lose it once again as your perfume invaded his senses.

Back at the precinct he began to let his mind wander as he made his way through menial paperwork, images from the night prior flooding into his mind, he could feel the way your cunt squeezed around his fingers, practically smell your arousal from across the room. The noises that came out of your lips while he made you come undone invaded his hearing, the way you moaned around his cock, how eager you were to do so, the pleasure you took from getting him off. He was certain you’d been wet over the idea of swallowing his cum down, which meant you were currently sitting in ruined panties. If he was so wrapped up in the sinful thoughts of what went on in your hotel room there was no way you weren’t thinking about the exact same things.

Aaron was right of course, even if you weren’t showing a single sign of being turned on on the other side of the table. You could feel the tingling between your legs when you thought back to how fucking good his fingers felt inside you, your pussy aching to be filled with his cock. You were dying to get your hands on him, part of you wishing you’d been bold enough to make a move in the car earlier. You let out a soft sigh, stretching out your body in your chair before pulling your hair up off your neck. You could feel eyes on you while you refocused on the case file and you knew they were Aaron’s, a sly grin on your lips as you scanned the text. You were back in work mode a moment later, eyes blinking a few times to clear your vision, you weren’t even aware you were doing it when the pen in your hand found its way between your lips.

“Tease.” The taunt was quiet, almost unintelligible when Aaron spoke and you glanced up, almost surprised to find the room empty except for the two of you.

“Hmm?” Your lips closed around the pen and he shook his head with a small laugh.

“Keep doing that and I’ll be hard under the table.” He muttered and a grin broke out on your lips as you giggled.

“Maybe that’s my whole plan.”

“Based on this morning’s festivities I’d say it’s time for me to return the favour.”

“What?” You chuckled, “here in the briefing room?”

“No.” He reached across the table, snagging the folder out of your hands and flipping it shut, “it’s late enough, get in the car. I need to taste that pretty little pussy.”

Aaron’s suit jacket and tie were tossed over the back of a chair, hands swiftly undoing a few buttons and rolling his sleeves up to be more comfortable. He had your pants and panties off in one smooth motion, the hem of your t-shirt tickling against your bare skin, cheeks heating at the fact that your pussy was exposed to him while still being half clothed. Eyeing you hungrily he dropped down onto the bed behind him, shifting until he was settled against the pillows,

“Well, get up here.” He teased with a grin and you let out a huff of a laugh, climbing onto the bed, straddling his waist as you settled above him, hands braced on his chest. “Uh-uh.” He spanked at your ass, squeezing it and nudging you, “I said up here.”

“Aaron I—”

“Up.” He repeated firmly, spanking your ass again before his hands gripped around your waist and practically lifted you until you were hovering over his face.

His mouth lurched upward, tongue swiping out through your folds, groaning over your taste and you let out a gasp, the sensation enough to have you dropping down so you were properly sitting on his face. His mouth sucked at your cunt, pulling your wetness out, smearing it against his lips. He sucked one of your lower lips into his mouth, slowly shifting over to the other before pulling them both in, mouth massaging at you gently. His tongue delved into your pussy, sinking in as far as he could reach while his hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to start to ride his face and his nose bumped your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped, hands shooting out to brace yourself on the headboard.

His tongue swiped through you, lapping up your juices as he moaned, the vibrations pulsing through your cunt and you fluttered around nothing, starting to grind down against his face. His hands continued to roll your hips, encouraging you to pick up the pace as your breathing picked up, pleasure prickling its way through your body. His mouth slipped upwards, tongue flicking at your swollen clit and you shuddered, one of your hands sliding up your body, groping at your chest through your shirt.

“That’s it.” He murmured into your cunt, “keep playing with yourself.”

“Yes sir…” You breathed out, letting out a low moan as you pinched at your nipple right as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue tracing delicate patterns against it. Aaron was purposely riling your up, teasing you with his mouth so that he could get more time tasting you, he knew he would never be able to get enough of your sweetness. He also knew that he if held out as long as he could before absolutely devouring you, you would be a whimpering, dripping mess unable to resist absolutely grinding down onto his face and that was what he truly wanted, to have you use him the way he’d fucked your throat earlier.

He sucked at your clit for only a moment longer, feeling your thighs twitch under his fingers as his mouth dropped back down, his tongue swiping through your folds, moaning as he swallowed down your juices. His face shifted, stubble scratching against your skin before his teeth sunk into the tender skin of your thigh, pinching the flesh between them before sucking it into his mouth, eager to leave you with a mark so you’d never forget this night. One hand squeezed at your ass, the other one shifting between your legs, lazily playing with your pussy as you began to grind down harder onto his face. It wasn’t enough to drive you wild, but more than enough to tease you, your pussy fluttering around nothing while his fingertips dared to spread your juices around.

“Oh fuuuck Aaron…” You moaned out, your head dropping back in pleasure, your body shivering when his teeth bit into your thigh again and you whimpered, earning a smirk from him.

Once satisfied with his work, he pressed a soft kiss into the already forming mark before his tongue plunged back into you and you cried out, whines and moans getting louder and more frequent as your pleasure soared through you. Your hips rolled harder against him, grinding heavier into his mouth. He brought a hand up, spreading your pussy lips so he could get better access before blowing cool air onto your throbbing clit and you gasped, a breathy moan escaping your lips. His mouth returned to your cunt while his fingers continued to toy with your clit, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers as he ate you as deep as he could.

“Oh god.. that feels so good!” You groaned out, hands gripping the headboard tighter as you continued to ride his face. With a dark chuckle his mouth returned to your clit, sucking it between his lips as it pulsed between them and a two thick fingers slipped into your pussy, twisting and curling, exploring you as much as he could. Your cunt clenched around him, a cry breaking free of your lips as his fingers crooked, brushing right against your g-spot and he sucked your clit harder into his mouth, his tongue flicking against hit. Your body began to tremble above him, a string of swears and moans leaving your lips as fire tingled right under your skin, at a loss for words, broken down to whimpers and whines.

“That’s it sweet girl.” He cooed, lips brushing against of you as he spoke, the vibrations of his voice driving you absolutely wild as you ground harder against him, “come for me. Can you squirt all over my face?”

As if his ministrations weren’t enough, his words were nearly too much and you let out a cry at the double sensations, his mouth sucking at your clit while his tongue wrote letters against it, his fingers deep inside your cunt. The coil built up tighter and tighter within you until you cried out, your hips stalling as your orgasm rocked through you and your hips twitched multiple times, juices leaking out of your pussy. Aaron groaned out in pleasure, drinking down as much of your release as he could, taking the time to gently clean you up as you shuddered above him, his hands soothing up and down your bare thighs.

You fought to catch your breath, finally collapsing onto the bed beside Aaron, your chest heaving as your body continued to shiver in pleasure. You let out a small laugh, your arm tossed over your eyes,

“Holy shit…”

Beside you, Aaron chuckled, his hand tracing patterns onto your thigh, “you ever do that before?”

“No.” You replied breathlessly, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks, unable to want to meet his gaze as he grinned proudly.

“Well then I better try to see how many more times I can make that happen.”

“I won’t complain about that.” You laughed, finally moving your arm to glance up at him, still catching your breath.

Aaron smirked across at you, lifting his arm to wipe your juices off his chin before he leant in your direction. He was about to pull you to him, capturing your lips in what he realized would be the first time he’d kissed you when there was a brash knock at the door and the two of you jumped apart like lightning.

“Bathroom!” He hissed and you launched around the corner faster than you realized you could even move. Aaron managed to toss your discarded clothes behind the far side of the bed so they would be unseen, grunting quietly as he adjusted himself in his pants so his hard on wouldn’t be noticed before he pulled open the door.

“Oh, hey Hotch.” Morgan shot him a grin, “y/n here?”

“What?” You asked, your head popping around the corner, “I was just about to shower.”

“Oh come on princess.” He teased, “you promised me a game of pool, loser buys drinks, you can’t skip out on that.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes, praying your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt, “give me five.”

“You make it down to the bar before I get hit on and I’ll buy the first round of shots.” Morgan laughed, waving quickly before disappearing, the door swinging shut behind him.

“Fuck.” You muttered, dropping you head and pinching at the bridge of your nose before you scurried through the room, grabbing your panties and pants, tugging them back on before you managed to turn back to Hotch, repeating his original words back to him, “this isn’t over.”

You were gone through the door before he even had time to blink, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he huffed, palming at himself through his pants. It seemed like tonight would have to be another one that he took care of himself, fantasizing about how it would feel to have his cock buried deep in your dripping cunt.

“No… no it certainly isn’t…”

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coqxettee · 5 months

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“ Old Money”

Winter Guide:

For the angels who want a classic, romantic, classy winter this festive season ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ✧˖°. ₊˚

Wear silk pyjamas in the mornings & evenings, to feel like luxury when your relaxing

Light candles in the morning and evening to embrace the cozy vibes of winter and make your rooms smell lovely

Wear faux fur: Faux fur coats, gloves, skirts, two-pieces, large silk bows in your hair and large fluffy hats

Wear elegant lace gloves when inside to feel like true royalty

Drink Mulled wine and eat delicate Christmas delicacies in the evenings. Miniature sandwiches, cheese & grapes, and luxury chocolates

Go on a luxury, girly shopping spree (Make a day of it) wake up early, make a cup of tea and get ready. Wear tweed and faux fur, bundle up in a scarf and gloves and go shopping for luxury girly things. Grab a coffee or hot chocolate and go to the perfume and makeup counters, they are always so magical this festive season

Read books and old fairytales by the fire and eat cookies, bundled up in fluffy socks and a blanket

Go on winter drives through the countryside, look at the frosty landscape and listen to classic Christmas songs

Bundle up on a Wintery day and go on a countryside walk. Try and spot deer or any animals that aren’t hibernating for the winter and take photos of them!

Watch “Old Money” Christmas movies and specials like “Little Women” and “Downton Abbey”

Put velvet bows and spray fake snow to glisten on your Christmas tree

Go for a Winter lunch in an cozy, “old town” countryside restaurant or pub, try some of their classic food and drink warming beverages

Listen to Lana Del Rey’s “Old Money”

Browse in expensive stores like Harrod’s, Libertyy of London and Fortnum n Mason’s

This is just for romanticisation purposes, please take it with a pinch of imagination and fantasies, but I hope it made you feel festive and magical

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sarahsmi13s · 6 months

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Birthdays, Puppies, and Hayrides

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x sarah grant (fem!oc)

characters: sarah grant, jake seresin, the seresins, nugget seresin

warnings: language, birthdays, faked kidnapping (prank), protective!jake, mentions of religion and praying, let me know if i missed any

word count: ~3.4k

a/n: this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit ( @milesdickpic ) and characters from this story are mentioned. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol (well a fantasy version lol)

i got this birthday piece up later than i wanted, but it's the thought that counts 😂

also, this takes place in 2021

summary: jake gets one of the best birthday surprises he could have asked for

Jake rested his head on his fist, sighing as he looked at his phone.

His birthday had just passed and his family always did something the weekend after, if Jake was able to come home, but he just wasn’t feeling very festive right now. Sarah couldn’t make it to the ranch for the party this year. She’s a teacher, it’s hard to get away to Texas on a random weekend in October.

“Jake? You okay? You look distracted,” Zach, his brother in law, asked as he came in from the kitchen with Blakely’s refilled cup.

Jake hummed and looked up from his phone, “What?” “I asked if you were okay. Clearly somethin’s up, what’s wrong?” Zach said as he sat down.

Rolling his lips between his teeth, Jake sat his phone down and wiped at his mouth. “Just um�� just wish Sarah could be here.” His sisters all frowned a little at him, “Jake…”

“No, I’m okay. I get that her job doesn’t allow for random trips. And we talked practically all day yesterday when she wasn’t working. Lunch was an entire facetime session. And we fell asleep on the phone. She um, she had gotten ready while I was still asleep.”

He had woken up that morning to Sarah humming along to a song as she had breakfast. Then he rode with her to work and they talked as she got her room set up for the day. They could only text most of the day and they called before she said had to go.

Jake just wanted to do this with her. He didn’t get to spend last year with her because he couldn’t get to Texas having to stay for training the week of his birthday. And this year he couldn’t visit her during her birthday so he hadn’t seen her since he spent a few weeks in July.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed out of his chair, “I just miss her is all.” He adjusted his jeans before pointing up the stairs, “I’m gonna shower and go to bed. G’night y’all.”

Slow ride, take it easy! Slow ride-

Jake groaned as he dug for his phone and turned his alarm off. “No, I don’t have to get up this early, fuck off alarm.”

He rolled onto his back, forearm draping over his eyes. “Ugh, I hate this, why can’t I sleep in on a Saturday?” His arm plopped next to him, dangling off the bed a little. He turned his head, looking at the pillow next to him.

He felt a little silly, like he was a teenager again who was cuddling a pillow and pretending it was Daisy Duke or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But this time he was pretending it was Sarah, her perfume permanently in the fabric of the pillow case at this point. Jake sighed and picked up his phone. He went to his texts, immediately going to Sarah’s contact. He sent a quick, “Good mornin’, I love you. I hope you have a good day 💜” text before tossing his phone down and rubbing his face.

Sighing again, he rolled back over and snuggled the pillow, inhaling the fall scent of toasted marshmallow and vanilla. Sarah changed perfume during the seasons, but he loved the warmth the sweet smokey scent brought him. It just felt like Sarah, it felt like home.

But sadly, he was pulled out of his thoughts when someone knocked at his door.

He grumbled into his pillows, “Whaaat?” “Do ya have paints on?” He huffed but responded honestly, “Yeah.”

The door opened and Paisley stepped in. She giggled a little as she walked over and shook him awake. "Jake, there's a present in the kitchen for you."

Jake looked over his shoulder at her, his look incredulous, "I'm 27, I don't need gifts." He snuggled his pillow again, “Plus my birthday was Thursday.” “Jaaaake, come ooonn!” He shooed his little away with his hand, “I’ll be down there later, I wanna sleep.”

Paisley huffed and put her hands on her hips. He really needed to go to the kitchen. "Okay well, mom made bacon pancakes just for you soooo." She teased as she left, slowly exiting and waiting for Jake to respond.

Jake inhaled and rolled over before sitting up, "And I'm up, I'll be there in a second."

She smirked and patted the door as she closed it, "That's what I thought."

Jake grunted as he got out of bed and put a shirt on before going downstairs to the kitchen.

He was still a little groggy when he got to the kitchen, so at first he didn't realize that his girlfriend was handing him his coffee.

"There you go Darlin'," Sarah said with a smile as she handed him the warm mug of black coffee with two scoops of sugar and a little bit of creamer – just the way he liked it.

"Thank you Sugar," he mumbled sleepily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he took a sip.

Then as he swallowed the bittersweet coffee, his eyes widened in realization and he looked at his mom and sisters, who were grinning ear to ear. "Is she... Is she really here?"

Jake had to be sure he wasn’t dreaming, he wasn’t looking down until he got confirmation that it was really his girl.

“It’s her JT, you’re not dreamin’,” Addison said with a smile as she fixed a bottle for Peyton.

He looked down, his pasture green eyes meeting the warm woodsy brown eyes staring up at him. The corners were crinkled, telling him she was smiling.

“Hi Cowboy.”

The moment her honey sweet voice hit his ears, porcelain was hitting marble and he was wrapping his arms around her.

“You’re here! Oh my gosh, you’re here!”

Sarah giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m here Darlin’, I’m here.” Tears pricked her eyes and she could feel Jake’s tears hit her neck.

They stood there embracing for God knows how long before they pulled apart, both wiping tears.

“I-I-I thought you couldn’t make it! What are you doing here?” Jake asked, his grin still on his face. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it?” Sarah teased as she brought him closer and pressed her lips to his.

Jake smiled against her lips, threading his hand into her hair as he wrapped his other arm around her in an attempt to pull her as close as possible.

Sarah’s hand cradled the back of his head, her manicured nails scratching at his scalp gently as her mouth moved against his. Her other hand cupped his cheek, her thumb moving back and forth on his scruff.

After a few moments they pulled away, softly laughing as they rested their foreheads on one another.

She giggled as she swiped her kiss swollen lips with her tongue before rolling them together.

“Happy birthday, Jake,” she said softly with a lovesick smile.

“Thank you, Sugar,” he smiled and kissed her nose. “Best present I could have gotten. I was prayin’ for this.” Sarah teared up a little before patting his chest, “You have one more present.”

He chuckled, “Honey, havin’ you here is enough of a gift. I doubt you could top it.” Sarah raised her eyebrows, “Well, we’ll just have to see about that. Won’t we?” He hummed before pecking her lips, “I guess so.”

Sarah hummed as well before pulling back, “Close your eyes and sit down. I’ll be right back.” Jake nodded and did as told, sitting at the kitchen table.

“What do you think she got you Jake?” Tilly asked as she got the plates and cups down. He shrugged, eyes still closed, “I don’t know. She could have made me something and I just know that I’ll love it.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Delilah chuckled, shaking her head fondly at her son. “I get it from Dad, Ma.” “Got that right.”

“Okay,” Sarah’s voice came from around the corner. “Your eyes closed, Lieutenant?” “Sure are, Coach.” She couldn’t help but giggle and roll her eyes, “Pay? Are his eyes actually closed?” “They are Sarah, buuuut,” Paisley went over and covered Jake’s eyes. “Okay, c’mon on in.”

Jake heard Sarah giggle before hearing her pad over, “Alright, open your eyes.”

Jake did so as Paisley moved her hands and his eyes went straight to the little bundle of black and white fur in Sarah’s arms.

He jerked his head up, “You did not.” She nodded, giggling as she scratched the little guy’s neck, “I did.” She carefully put the pup in Jake’s arms. “I remember you telling me about Duke, and the pictures you showed me. I saw this little guy and thought he was a spitting image of Duke when he was that size.” Jake teared up. He told Sarah about Duke after he saw her border collie, Raven. It was such a fleeting conversation that happened months ago. It was followed by the immediate talk of where they should go camping and Duke wasn’t brought up much after that.

So to see that she remembered not only the dog’s name but the four photos he had shown her? It choked him up.

He sniffled and looked down at the pup, “Hi buddy.” The pup immediately licked at Jake’s chin, “Oh yeah, hi hi,” he chuckled before kissing the pup’s head. “Where did you find him?”

“A local shelter actually,” Sarah said with a soft smile as she sat down. “He was um… He was the last of his litter to get adopted. His mama was found wandering around the silos in Waco. And affectionately they named her Maggie. Sadly she didn’t make it after the birth… But all 6 pups did.”

Jake leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, “Thank you. I love him.” Sarah smiled, “I’m glad. You wanna learn what the shelter named him?” “Of course, I do.” Her smile widened, “His name is Nugget.” “Nugget?” She nodded, “I can tell you why.” “Please do, I’m curious.

Sarah giggled excitedly, shifting in her seat, “Okay, so I was talking with one of the receptionists and she was telling me about Nugget. I asked her why they settled on Nugget for him and, I swear this is the truth, she said it was because he stole the shelter workers Chicken McNuggets.”

“What?” He laughed, “No there’s no way! This sweet little guy? He would never steal.”

“That’s what I thought! But she showed me proof. This little lunch bandit would steal unattended nuggets. Thus becoming, Nugget.”

Jake chuckled, the story of how Nugget got his name sounding familiar.

“Sounds a lot like getting a-”

“Call sign,” Sarah nodded, grinning. “Yeah I thought the same thing… reminded me of you.”

Jake smiled wide at her, his heart fluttering almost concerningly.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he was falling for her even more. Everything she did just made his stomach swoop and his whole body flushing when he thought about her.

“I love you, so so much.”

She kissed his lips before standing, “I love you too, Cowboy.”

He watched her walk behind him before looking and Nugget, “Well Nugget and Hangman, perfect duo.”

Sarah looked over her shoulder at him as she got orange juice out of the fridge. She smiled, her heart warming at the sight.

“Well, look who decided to show up!”

“Ah!” Sarah laughed as she was picked up and shook a little. “Carter Wells put me down!”

He did and everyone laughed as she hit his chest before shoving him away.

Everyone else filed into the kitchen, giving her a hug before settling for breakfast.

After breakfast, the rest of the late morning and early afternoon was preparing things for the grill and other things for the afternoon.

Sarah may or may not have been caught watching the Razorback game on her phone while making dirt cake. But no one really cared, Texas wasn’t playing that weekend so they needed some entertainment.

Jake, his dad, and his brother-in-laws were getting hay bales in the back of the trailer for the hayride.

The kids were outside while they loaded the trailer and Nugget was getting his energy out chasing them and nipping at their heels.

More family members, some of Jake’s high school buddies and some of Tilly’s friends showed up around 4 o’clock.

Jake was excited again about the event, now that Sarah was here to enjoy it with him. And now they had a cute little addition to the family.

Everything was perfect.

Once it hit 6:30 and the sun was really starting to go down, Jack got everyone’s attention.

“Alright everyone! The sun is setting, so we’re gonna get started eating but I think Jake had something he wanted to say?”

Jake put his drink down as he nodded, grabbing Sarah’s hand and pulling her with him to where people could see them.

“Hey, everyone, I just want to say thank you all for comin’ out tonight to celebrate my birthday. I made it one more year,” he said, chuckling as squeezed Sarah’s hand. “And I plan to make it through many more years, don’t think I don’t.” He looked down at her, “I got too much waiting for me at home.”

He looked back at everyone, “I want to say grace before we dig in.”

Everyone bowed there heads as Jake blessed the food before they started eating.

“Okay, it’s 8 o’clock! Let’s get this hayride started!” Jack said, pointing to the trailer and tractor.

Jake pulled Sarah to her feet and toward the trailer, “C’mon we gotta get the good seats!” She giggled, “Hold on Jake, I’m not bringing Nugget with us, not at this age.”

She turned to Addison, “Will you watch Nugget?” Addison nodded, “Yeah of course, I’m staying back with Peyton.” Zach came over and took Nugget from her, “We’ll make sure he stays out of trouble.”

“Wait, you’re staying?” Jake asked, confused. “Yeah, staying here to help get the bonfire started.” “Oh okay, well have fun being lame, Zach. We’re gonna go see what Tilly and her friends had set up for tonight to scare us. C’mon Sugar.”

Sarah giggled as Jake dragged her to the trailer, helping her up and to a hay bale.

Zach sighed and looked at his wife, “Oh Addie, he has no idea what he’s in for.” She arched her eyebrow, “What do you and Tilly have planned?”

“You’ll see Adds, you’ll see.”

Jake looked over at Sarah, she was giggling as Ethan tried to tickle her just for her to get him back.

She sighed as Ethan ran to his dad and looked at Jake, “What?” He shook his head, smiling, “Nothing, just still so happy you’re here.” She smiled and leaned over to grab his hand, “I’m happy I’m here too.”

Jake can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to her lips, “I love you.” “I love you too.”

“Hey JT?”

“Yeah PT?”

Paisley leaned against her boyfriend, “Why are you across from her and not next to her?” Jake chuckled and leaned back a little, “Well, I wanted to watch her reactions. And then if she was scared I can bring her over here. But she was laughing the whole time.”

Sarah shrugged, “I don’t scare easily.” Jake laughed and shook his head, “I’ll get you eventually.”

They all laughed before looking around at the calmness of the ranch as Jack drove back to the house.

The ride was calm, everyone mingling and looking at their phones occasionally.

Then suddenly, arms wrapped around Sarah’s midsection and she was being yanked off the trailer.

Gasping, she reached for her boyfriend, “AAH! Jake! Jake!”

Jake looked up, thinking she had simply lost her balance and was falling. But over her shoulder he can see a hooded figure pulling her back off the trailer.

Panic rushed through him and he dropped his phone, leaving it to clatter to the floor of the trailer, “What the hell?!”

Should he have watched his mouth with little ears around him, yeah probably. But his girlfriend was being dragged away by whoever this person was.

Jake got to his feet, moving so fast he nearly fell over. He reached for his girlfriend only to graze her fingers as she was pulled off the hay bale.

“Jake, help me!” Sarah screamed as she was dragged away.

He didn’t think twice as he jumped off the moving trailer, chasing after the figure that was dragging his girl away.

“Hey!”

“Jake!”

He caught up to them and grabbed Sarah’s hand, pulling her toward him and then behind him.

Though the figure in front of him was nearly towering over him, that didn’t change the fact this man tried to hurt his girl. He was the only thing between the danger and Sarah; he had to protect her, no matter what.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Who the hell are you?” Jake wasn’t quiet yelling, but his voice was strong, commanding. His chest was puffed out as his shoulders were drawn back, making himself wider. His eyes were stern and his upper lip was curled in a snarl. He wasn’t Jake, he was Hangman.

When the man didn’t respond, Jake shoved at his chest, “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

Sarah's eyes widened and she gripped his shoulder, “Okay, Jake, Honey.”

He shook her hand off, his eyes still on the figure.

“Jake,” she sighed as she pulled out her phone and turned on the light. She wormed her way between them, shining the light up, “Jake, it’s Zachary. It’s just Zach, everything’s fine. It was just supposed to be a prank.”

Jake looked up seeing his brother-in-law trying not to laugh.

“You asshole,” Jake said, relaxing a little but punching Zach in the shoulder. “That wasn’t funny. I actually thought Sarah was gonna get hurt.” He looked down at his girlfriend, “Why?” “I’m sorry Jake, we didn’t think it would scare you that much.”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her, “It’s okay. Just maybe next time, pick like Tyler or someone not built like a tree to do it.” Both Sarah and Zach chuckled, “No promises, this was also Tilly’s idea.” Jake shook his head, “Of course it was. Imma take this up with her.”

Jack brought the tractor over, “You know I thought you would have noticed that no one else was freaking out.” Jake rolled his eyes, “Well excuse me for being worried that my girlfriend was being dragged off the trailer by a giant.”

He sighed and helped Sarah up into the trailer, “But it’s alright now, but Zach is still an ass and I’m givin’ Tilly a stern talking to.”

His dad chuckled, “I would expect nothin’ less. Let’s get back to the house.”

Jack drove them back to the house, letting everyone get off before taking the trailer to the haybarn.

When Jake and Sarah got off the trailer, a little bark greeted them as they walked over to the firepit.

“Nugget! Hey my little man!” Jake said with a grin as he sat down and the pup got in his lap, jumping up to lick his face. “Yeah yeah hi!”

Sarah giggled and sat next to Jake, “Looks like I picked the right pup. He loves you.” Jake smirked, unable to help himself, “Who doesn’t love me, Sugar?” She opened her mouth to respond but Kassandra beat her to it.

“All she has to do is call your base and she’ll get her answer.”

“Hey, you hush,” Jake said pointedly before laughing.

He turned and looked at Sarah, “Don’t listen to her.” Sarah giggled and shook her head, “Alright, I won’t.” Jake chuckled and kissed her forehead before she looked at the bonfire, her hand absentmindedly petting Nugget and he settled next to her.

Jake couldn’t help but look at her eyes. The fire reflected in her eyes beautifully. It enhanced the color, the shadow casted by her lids creating a contrast of dark chocolate to the warm amber lit up by the flames.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”

He watched her brow furrow, “What?” “You’re eyes, they’re gorgeous. They have this depth and mystery to them, but they aren’t cold. One look and I feel like I drank an entire pot of hot chocolate, warm and cozy,” he whispered lowly against her temple.

“Jake, that’s so sweet but extremely cheesy,” she giggled. “You love it,” he laughed, kissing her head and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She hummed and looked up at him, “That’s not all I love.”

A grin split Jake’s face and he pressed his lips to hers.

“I love you too Sugar.”

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15. silent night

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morpheus x f!reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI, P in V, oral sex (male recieving)

words: 8117

A/N: Ok so firstly I would like to say I am so sorry to admit but yes this is a Christmas chapter...I know, I know its way too early but I've been writing at a way faster pace than I expected so unfortunately you may just have to cope with it. This is the longest chapter yet and one of the first chapters that came to my mind when I started toying with the idea of writing this fic. I hope yall enjoy!

It was Christmas Eve.

And you were late, very late to the dreaming.

You would normally be in bed by now if not already in the dreaming. First you closed the coffee shop extremely late due to the mass amount of last minute shoppers needing caffeine, then you missed your bus and ran into Veronica. And then of course you had to go get food for dinner, which was also very late. Now you were walking the dark cobbled streets home, something you rarely did at Morpheus’ request but you had no other choice, Uber and taxis' way too busy taking people to and from parties and pubs to celebrate Christmas Eve.

The run up to Christmas left the weather glacial and bitter as the nights only seemed to grow darker and darker. Everywhere you went the same Christmas songs haunted you, despite the fact that they had been overplayed for weeks now. You shrugged your hands into the pockets of Morpheus’ long coat that you so proudly wore practically everywhere you went.

The streets were getting busier and busier as people rushed to get their last minute gifts and food for the big day, practically a stampede of forgetful boyfriends and stressed mothers flocking to every single shop in hopes to find the perfect present to gift their loved ones.

Despite your aversion to Christmas, this year you were in at least a bit more of a festive mood. After all, everything in life had been so perfect recently you couldn’t help but smile at all the festive cheer going on, but that doesn’t mean you were still Christmas’ number one fan.

You did however love the gift giving, this year you had brought Lorna a massive stack of books (not from the same bookshop you brought that book from obviously) that you knew she’d love as she was an avid reader, fantasy books, romance books you name it, you knew her favourites and knew she would adore these too. For Veronica, you had brought countless vintage perfumes, Veronica loved to collect anything vintage that was to do with cosmetics: Makeup, hair, you name it! So imagine your luck when you had walked into a particularly fancy antique shop only for there to be a whole collection of 60s perfume waiting just there for you.

Morpheus had crossed your mind, obviously, Lucienne and Matthew too! But you were unsure that they even celebrated Christmas, was there even a point in buying them gifts? Were you even in that kind of a relationship with Morpheus yet, bringing each other presents? Though you might’ve doubted it, you would’ve loved to have gotten him a present. There is nothing more satisfying than buying someone the perfect gift and watching their face light up and you wanted nothing more than to do that for Morpheus.

But what the fuck do you get Dream of the Endless?

You shoved your guilt for not getting him anything down, it was stupid. Did he even know what Christmas was? Surely so.

It's fine. You were overrthinking.

Normally you’d also have your Mum to think about but it wasn’t looking like you were going to see her anytime soon so you just didn’t bother. And so Christmas shopping was incredibly easy this year, and though you were still not fully welcoming of the holiday season, you were kind of looking forward to this Christmas.

Spending it with Lorna, Veronica and mutual friends would be a thousand times better than having to go to your Mum's place. Of course, there would always be one person missing, making it perfect for you. But you were lucky enough to even spend time with him in the dreaming, let alone in the waking world, so you were not entirely too fussed about that. Besides he’d probably go on a massive rant about how he actually inspired Christmas and religion and blah, blah with his all too big ego.

You smirked at the thought of him, as the two of you had gotten closer you found him winding into your thoughts like that. And your heart softly ached at the thought of his face, the way he touched you, his voice. Everything about him.

And yet you also started to fear.

You had cared for him.

You told him that you had cared for him.

But you knew you were past that point now.

You didn’t know what you specifically felt for him, but it was far more than you had ever felt before, and it was far too all consuming to not notice.

You pushed the grim thoughts down as you always did, choosing to simply live in the moment and enjoy the present instead.

Finally arriving home and shutting the door you arrived home with a huff as you collapsed onto your sofa, just about ready to fall asleep and finally see Morpheus. Of course that was until there was a knock at the door you groaned, stumbling away from your comfort and opening the door tiredly.

“Mum?” You almost shouted, dumbfounded at the sight of the woman in front of you.

She was rather uncomfortable, you noticed, fidgeting where she stood and plastering a nervous expression on her face. “Hello, dear” She chirped quite quickly.

You looked around her for Mark or maybe for a person holding a gun to her head, that would explain her strange expression and the fact that she was here at all, she hadn’t visited your apartment in years, she’d always pass judgemental comments on the way you and Lorna had decorated. “Are you okay?” You slowly asked, your forehead creasing in confusion.

She nodded firmly. “Quite well”

And she just stood there staring at you, a nervous smile on her face waiting for something.

You sighed before mentally cursing yourself. “Would you like to come in?” You hesitantly asked.

She nodded and you opened the door gesturing for her to come in as she hurriedly stumbled through the doorway.

You shut the door as she looked about, peering awkwardly. It had been years since she had been here. “Does Lorna not live here anymore?”

You shook your head. “No, she moved out a couple of months back”

Your mother nodded before she turned back to you with an apprehensive expression. “Here's your gift” She held out a messily wrapped present.

Your mouth parted in confusion and you wondered if maybe you were being set up, anxiously you took it from her before slowly muttering, “Thanks Mum”

Your eyes snatched up to hers. “I didn’t get you a present, I assumed you wouldn’t get me one” You said slightly coldly.

Her smile faulted and she swatted her hand in the air, shaking her head before plastering the smile back on. “Don’t worry, open it”

With a slight humourless chuckle you shook your head in disbelief before turning your attention to the present in your hand. It was extremely light, and soft. You pulled at the wrapping paper, slowly revealing the contents inside.

Your eyes widened before you swallowed and looked up to her with a glare.

She had bought you a toy raven.

A stuffed child's toy raven.

The irony was astounding.

She chuckled nervously. “I thought it was funny because of your nightmares”

Funny. You tried to see the humour in the situation, of course she had no idea of the levels of irony behind the gift, if she had maybe it would’ve been funny.

In fact if she had been there and supported you whilst you were waking up every morning with a tear stricken face and clutching onto your chest for dear life then maybe, just maybe, It would’ve been funny.

But she hadn’t been there.

She didn’t know.

And she had no right to be making jokes about such things like you were old friends.

You bit back tears. “Funny?” You repeated.

She paled at the expression on your face.

You stared at the toy in hand, it was kind of cute. Would definitely make Matthew mad and in turn make you laugh. But that's besides the point.

You slowly looked up to her again. “Mum, did you know I had that nightmare every night for almost forty nights?” You muttered.

Your Mum stiffened.

“I went to the doctor, a psychiatrist, I thought they were going to lock me away” You whispered. “Do you know what it's like to fear going to sleep every single night?”

She remained quiet, her gaze turned to the floor.

“Because I do, I still do”

She flinched ever so slightly. “How did you make them stop?” She asked quietly.

You bit your lip. “By doing something really stupid, but it worked”

“What was i-”

“It doesn’t matter” You quickly interrupted.

You had never seen your mum so quiet before.

“And this?” You motioned to the toy raven. “Is exactly the kind of stuff I’m talking about, my life may be just one big joke to you but it's my life”

“And it’s not your fucking entertainment” You glared.

Your mother looked up at you slowly, “I had no idea”

“Because you never ask”

She flinched again and you sighed, swallowing down the lump in your throat. The two of you stood silently as you rested against the kitchen counter chewing on your lip.

“I came here to apologise and now more than ever I realise just how wrong I am, how wrong I have been” She swallowed. “I’m sorry”

Your eyes snatched up to hers, wondering if you had misheard her. Her eyes were glassy and you soon realised she was tearing up. “I’m so sorry”

She quickly ran to you and engulfed you in a warm hug. And you stiffened.

For how many years had you waited to hear those words?

It would’ve been so much easier to throw her off of you, tell her to get out and that you never wanted to see her again.

But your mother had never apologised to you before.

And she was not one for giving hugs either.

You sighed and threw your arms around her, taking in the rare but enjoyable moment.

“Will you forgive me?” She quietly muttered.

You winced your eyes shut, Well, Christmas spirit and all that , swallowing your pride. “Yes”

You heard a sigh of relief come from your Mothers lips before you stiffened again. “But if you do this again, I will cut you off” You spoke harshly but sincerely.

“Of course,” She nodded.

Silence grew over the apartment and it was peaceful, oh so peaceful.

Your Mother and peace were hardly a thing that went hand in hand, but you let a sliver of happiness and forgiveness draw into your heart.

She pulled away and drew her attention back to the stuffed animal in your hand. “I’ll take it” She sombrely muttered, reaching for it before you moved it out of her reach.

She looked up at you, her eyebrows furrowed.

And you nervously chuckled. “Well I never said I didn’t like it”

Your Mum let out a chuffed smile for only a second before making her way to the door, you following soon behind her. She stopped in the doorway turning slowly to you, before hugging you again. “Merry Christmas”

“Merry Christmas, Mum” You smiled softly into her hair.

And for a second you felt like a carefree child again.

She pulled away and considered you for a moment. “You seem different, dear, happier. You’re glowing almost”

You blushed and let out a laugh. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me”

She gave you a knowing smirk, studying your face with full eyes. “Seems like love to me”

You blanched ever so slightly at the word.

Love.

Was that what it was?

“Whoever he is, I’d love to meet him one day” She continued.

You nodded weakly at her with one last goodbye before she left, leaving you to ponder whatever the fuck just happened?

And yet you were too tired to even think about it, instead you trudged to bed welcoming the warm embrace of sleep.

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“She’s here, My Lord!” Lucienne called out as she was the first that spotted you.

You creased your forehead in confusion, as you walked towards Lucienne as she fiddled with her glasses in relief.

“Kid, we were starting to get worried!” Matthew croaked.

They were all gathered in the library staring at you with unreadable expressions though you noticed Morpheus’ posture soften as you arrived. You realised that the only other time you had been late to the dreaming was Halloween night, which might’ve raised concerns but you assumed that Morpheus would’ve just figured you were running late.

“Sorry I know, I’m late but I had to close the shop late and then I missed my bus, ran into my friend, had to find something to eat, then walk home and then my Mother paid me a visit” You spoke at an ungodly speed as the three watched you with furrowed eyebrows trying to take in everything you were saying.

You missed the way Morpheus’ jaw tightened at the mention of your mother.

“And Y’know it's really busy on the streets tonight seeming as it's Christmas Eve-”

Matthew cawed, interrupting you. “Wait, it's Christmas Eve?”

You threw your gaze to the bird. “Yeah” Before turning back to Morpheus with a nervous sigh. “So, I’m sorry for being late”

He nodded slowly in understanding as he walked to stand beside you, a silent hello that made your stomach flutter with butterflies and you had to bite your cheek from letting the massive smile that wanted so desperately to grow on your face from showing.

Matthew flew up to your shoulder. “Kid, how did you completely forget to tell me it was Christmas tomorrow?”

You shook your head and looked at Lucienne and Morpheus. “Well I mean I just assumed you didn’t celebrate Christmas here, I mean you do have a walking-talking pumpkin for a groundskeeper but I thought that was as far as holidays went around here”

Lucienne smiled. “We don’t celebrate particularly though it is hard to not feel the festive spirit of humans in the dreaming when we have children dreaming of Saint Nick tonight of all nights”

You smiled warmly at her, “Yeah I bet”

“When I was alive Christmas was my favourite time of the year, presents, big dinners, family get-togethers, it was the best” Matthew Chirped. “What about you, Kid, surely you have some big plans right?”

You smirked at Matthew, you always loved when he spoke about his human life, he was really the only creature in the dreaming that knew what it was like to actually live a mortal life, not just base assumptions on what they had seen. “Nothing too crazy, just hanging out with friends, not really that big of a fan of Christmas”

“Why not?” A curious deep voice came from beside you, you turned your gaze up to Morpheus.

“Well, y’know family Christmases aren’t always very smooth sailing and so I’m afraid I have more bad memories from this time of year than good ones”

Morpheus nodded slowly in understanding.

“Never thought you’d be a Scrooge, Kid” Matthew chuckled.

“Hey, I’m not a Scrooge, besides I’m actually in the festive mood this year” You grinned at him.

The conversation died and after helping Lucienne with some books Morpheus eventually whisked you, stealing you for himself as he pleasured you in the secret halls and nooks and crannies of the Palace making you giggle and hold your breath at the danger of it all, any moment one of his subjects could’ve easily walked past and heard the two of you. You were doing so well to have hidden your affairs with the King you didn’t want to blow it just because you moaned too loudly.

Morpheus on the other hand seemed as though he almost wanted to be caught, not caring if he heard footsteps drawing near or what not. It was his realm after all, and he was their King he could do exactly what he wanted to in his own palace and what he wanted was to hear you scream so prettily for him.

It didn’t really matter anyway, the final destination at the end always stayed the same. His bed.

Which is where you found yourself now. You were laying on his lap, silk sheets draping over both of your naked bodies, enjoying the peaceful calm that washed over you whilst in his hold, the post orgasm euphoria radiating off of the two of you in waves.

The smell of sex drifted through the air and your breathing had slowed down back to a normal rate after the world-ending orgasm you had minutes ago.

Morpheus sat up right against the pillows, his hair even messier than usual and his posture all the more ethereal as his white skin clashed against the dark sheets of the bed.

You doubted you would ever get over just how beautiful he was, every time you saw him you blushed and struggled to find your words. His gaze could make you feel so small and yet so seen at the same time, you wished only to be by his side every moment of every second.

You were getting far more than attached by this point, you felt extremely clingy though it seemed Morpheus didn’t mind or rather he didn’t particularly notice.

Morpheus however went about his business in the realm only waiting for the hour you would return back to him. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but a strange feeling would crawl up his spine when you weren’t there.

You would wind your way into his thoughts and he would smile softly to himself before feeling a painful tug on his heart, he soon realised what it was.

He would miss you.

And it made him feel like a fool. You were there with him for twelve hours at a time, more than enough surely to satisfy and yet he always yearned for more.

Not just sex either, though that was something that burned within his body like a treacherous disease clinging to him.

No, but the softer moments like this very one. Just drinking in your presence, you on his lap beside him.

How it should’ve been.

So when you were late to the Dreaming not only was Morpheus concerned as to your whereabouts but he was impatient.

He had spent every hour since you had left him last, counting down to this second.

And you were late.

He thought he’d be angry with you, perhaps he’d start to draw away from you again. But the second you arrived all of his anger just dissipated into nothing but a mere memory.

You had him wrapped around your finger and yet you had no idea.

“You mentioned your Mother?” Morpheus whispered.

You hummed.

“Before, in the library”

Your lips parted. “Oh yeah, it was strange, actually, really strange”

His silence probed you to continue.

“Well, she came to my apartment which she never does and she handed me a Christmas present so I opened it” You licked your lips. “And it was a toy Raven”

Your eyes flew to Morpheus as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I know, I know. I panicked for a second thinking maybe somehow she knew about you or Matthew but no” You scoffed. “She said she saw it and thought it was funny because it was like my nightmares”

Morpheus stiffened and he looked down at you, his lips parting in surprise as his eyes darkened.

“Yeah, I told her the truth about the nightmares, how I had them for so long and how,” You swallowed. “Not funny they were”

You shook your head still in disbelief as Morpheus watched your every movement. “And that’s when the strangest thing happened, she apologised”

You looked up at him. “Like actually said sorry, I thought I was going mad”

“And then we hugged, said Merry Christmas”

And she told me I was in love.

You flinched at the memory before swallowing slowly. “And then said Goodbye”

Silence fell as you thought about the conversation with her.

“All I’ve ever wanted was for her to apologise and she finally did and yet I thought it’d feel more,” You searched for the right word.

“Satisfying,” Morpheus croaked.

You nodded and bit your lip. “Yeah, more satisfying” You chuckled in disbelief. “Family, so confusing”

Morpheus hummed in agreement, mind casting back to his countless family dinners. “On that I can agree with you”

He hardly spoke about his siblings, nor his parents for that matter but from the limited information you had been told you realised that he was closest with his elder sister Death and has a rather conflicted relationship with his younger sibling Desire.

You couldn’t imagine Morpheus as a brother nor the fact that he had two elder siblings, you wondered if you would ever meet them though you doubted you would want to meet Despair or Desire after the stories he had told and well Death was inevitable, after all.

You thought back to the interaction with your mother, your lip curling up at the thought of the toy raven. “The toy raven is quite cute actually, I may name him Matthew 2.0”

Morpheus' lip quirked up. “He may have something to say about that”

You shrugged. “Not if he doesn’t know”

Morpheus looked down at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “And you have that much trust in me that I won’t tell him myself”

You smirked. “Well I think Dream of the Endless probably has more pressing matters to concern himself with, don’t you?”

“Maybe so” He smirked back.

Silence ensued with the two of you again.

“I may be late to the dreaming again tomorrow night, I’m going to Lorna's for Christmas so I can’t say for sure” You said.

He nodded slowly in understanding, “Do you truly dislike it?”

It, you realised being Christmas.

You chuckled, your laugh reverberating on Morpheus’ lap, unsure why he cared. “I don’t dislike it, I like giving presents and seeing people happy but it's just a bittersweet time of the year” You explained. “Always has been, maybe that’ll change after this year”

He remained quiet before he leant down and softly kissed your temple.

You beamed up at him before shutting your eyes transcending into the bliss of the moment.

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The streets were uncharacteristically quiet as everyone had locked themselves in for the day, the winter sun casting a mystical glow onto the world as if it almost knew what day it was.

With a slow stretch you got out of bed making your way to the bathroom to begin getting ready for the festive day ahead.

When you got to the house you were extremely impressed. Lorna and Veronica had decorated to the nines. Lights hung in almost every room, garlands streaming around the perimeter. The Christmas tree had been decorated to perfection, no doubt Veronicas work not Lorna's.

They welcomed you in with a hug and a Merry Christmas as you placed a present under the Christmas tree and said your hellos to the other guests. You knew a few mutual friends and Lorna's sister and her boyfriend of course as you beamed at them wrapping them in warm hugs. The smell of cinnamon and roast chicken wandered through the air from the kitchen as faint Christmas music could be heard over the echoes of laughter and joyous voices.

You had already felt so much lighter and in better spirits than you would normally have been if you were with your family.

Sat on the sofa you gladly took a drink of Coca-Cola deciding to go minimal with alcohol this year, you did not need to be hungover tomorrow and you had strictly stayed away from alcohol after that night.

“I love your coat!” Gwen, Lorna’s sister beamed at you admiring the long black fabric engulfing you.

You blushed. “Thanks, it's a friends”

Lorna gave you a knowing smirk. “Friend?”

You shot her a glare.

Lorna took a long sip of her vodka cranberry as she smirked at you over the top of her glass

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Morpheus was deep in thought on his throne for what felt like forever before his mind was made up. With purposeful strides he made his way to the palace library.

“My lord,” Lucienne greeted.

“Lucienne, I have come to tell you that I shall be out in the dreaming for some time creating new dreams”

Lucienne nodded though her forehead creased ever so slightly. “Sir, did you not already make new dreams a little while ago?”

Morpheus swallowed before croaking. “Yes, but this one is special, a gift”

Lucienne nodded in realisation as she tried to hide her smirk.

“I trust you can watch over things for me” Morpheus spoke.

Lucienne smiled. “With pleasure, My Lord”

With that Morpheus exited as Lucienne followed him with her knowing gaze as a smile crept onto her lips.

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It wasn’t long before the dinner was cooked and you had given a copious amount of compliments to Veronica for her Christmas Dinner. You spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games that ended in light hearted arguments and fits of giggles before slowly people started to go home, leaving you, Lorna and Veronica and Gwen and her boyfriend.

Deciding this was the best time to exchange presents you had all sat down in the front room. Lorna and Veronica were of course over the moon with the presents you had gotten them. For Gwen and her boyfriend you gifted them some old wine you knew they’d love.

Veronica had gotten you a bunch of art prints that were beyond beautiful, Gwen and her boyfriend a collection of gourmet chocolates.

Lorna grinned at you mischievously before handing you your present. “You may wanna open it at home”

“Ok, thanks Lorna?” You frowned in confusion. Curiously you took the wrapped box from her and set it aside ready for it to be opened later.

Night started to draw in as the sun disappeared and the moon took her place in the sky. Everyone was snacking on leftovers and curled up with one another on the sofa.

It was perfect.

You had finally had the perfect Christmas.

The one you had dreamt about since you were a child and yet, there was still one thing missing.

You looked to the couples beside you, Lorna on Veronica's lap, Gwen leaning into her boyfriend's warm hug and a soft pinging sensation entered your heart.

Oh how you wished Morpheus was here.

It was great being in a relationship with the king of Dreams for so many reasons. If you want practically anything he’s more than happy to give it to you. Hungry? Your favourite food would be in front of you in seconds. Need something to wear? A new dress will appear on your bedside.

He’d give you anything and everything without you needing to ask and it was amazing.

And yet.

Deep down you mourned the fact that you would never have this.

A domestic Christmas, him properly meeting your friends, falling asleep together.

All that tooth-rotting sweet shit that you yearned for and that he could never give you.

He wasn’t a mortal.

And you were.

You sat up from the sofa, a new twist of melancholy spiralling down your throat. “I think I’m going to get some air really quick”

Veronica frowned at you. “You okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be back in five”

Heading to the door you crept out, as the cold wind hit you almost instantly in the face. You sat down on the footstep of the porch as you watched the empty and desolate street in front of you. Christmas lights glowed against the ink black sky, a few stars spotted around, some were covered by dark clouds.

You rested your chin in your hand and let out a small sigh as the echoes of your friend's laughter from inside the house filled your ears, your eyes fell back to the sky as you admired the cold moon.

Trying to cast the miserable thoughts out of your mind.

“Still stargazing?” A deep and gentle voice croaked from the pavement in front of the streets.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to find Morpheus stood staring at you with a soft smile on his face. Your face lit up in confusion as you scrambled to your feet. “Morpheus, what are you doing here?”

He slowly walked forwards, silently before stepping onto the porch next to you as you turned to face him.

“Changing your opinion”

Your lips parted in confusion as you let out a chuckle. “On what?”

“Christmas”

You couldn’t help the grin that grew on your face as you blushed madly, your heart soaring at a million miles per hour. “You don’t have to be here y’know, I’m fine honestly, If the dreaming needs you-”

“The dreaming,” Morpheus interrupted you gently. “Is in the perfectly capable hands of Lucienne”

You nodded and smiled softly. “I know but-”

Morpheus stepped back ever so slightly, as he tucked his chin “If you don’t wish me here-”

Without even thinking about it you grabbed his hands and pulled him back to you. “No, Morpheus, I want you here” The grin returned to your face and Morpheus looked down at your hands in his as his features softened.

His gaze lifted up onto the arch of the porch, you looked up, following whatever had caught his attention, only to find some Mistletoe hung neatly in a red bow above the two of you. You let out a stupid snort and Morpheus watched in amusement. “This is so cheap, you know what this is right?” You looked down back to Morpheus.

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “I do believe I am aware of certain festive customs”

You shook your head in disbelief before you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion looking back up to the plant. “Wait, I swear that wasn’t here bef-”

You were cut off by Morpheus placing his lips against yours gently. You left your words unsaid as you melted into the tender kiss, your hands flew from his grasp to instead clutch onto his lean upper arms as you reached on your tiptoes to fully reach into the kiss. Morpheus’ hand wrapped around your back pulling you into him and helping keep you up right.

Slowly the two of you pulled apart and you couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off of your face as you stared into his eyes. The two of you lost in the moment before you softly leaned up to kiss him again, a strangled groan coming from the back of his throat as you clung onto his coat trying to pull him down so you could reach his lips. He softly threaded his fingers through your hair. And you slipped your tongue through his lips as another grumble racketed from his throat.

In one extremely quick motion the door swung open and you pulled your lips away from Morpheus, though your position stayed the same. The two of you dared to look to the now open door though you could both see Lorna staring at the both of you in your peripheral.

“Fuck” You muttered under your breath, only Morpheus being able to hear it.

You anxiously looked up at him, his eyes only on you, his expression so normal. Reluctantly you remove yourself from his grasp as he also rather reluctantly stepped away, still only watching you. You slowly turned to the open door, quiet as a mouse.

Lorna stood with a shit eating grin on her face. “I thought you said you were going outside for some air”

You nodded and started to stumble over your words. “Mhm I was and then I ran into Morpheus here-”

Lorna’s forehead creased in confusion. “I thought his name was Murphy?”

You gulped feeling Morpheus’ and Lorna's gaze both on you. “Yeah well, it’s short for Morpheus”

Lorna nodded, still with that smug look on her face, before she turned to Morpheus. “What is that, like Greek?”

Morpheus tore his gaze from you to Lorna. “So I believe”

She nodded and she quickly looked at you before looking back at Morpheus, your face silently pleading with her not to embarrass you.

“Well you are of course invited in, after all I’ve heard so much about you” Lorna beamed smugly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t introduce myself at the coffee shop, I’m Lorna”

You flushed and sent her a death glare before you shyly looked over at Morpheus, his expression unreadable. He gave a curt nod. “Morpheus”

“So are you going to come in?” She asked, her eyes moving between the two of you.

You looked at Morpheus, and honestly all you had wanted to do was to take him home as the night grew older. “Actually Lorns, We were thinking of heading home”

You could feel Morpheus’ gaze on you as you said the words though you still only looked at Lorna. “Oh, ok” She nodded.

“I’ll just grab my coat and presents and say my goodbyes” You awkwardly smiled as you started to head to the door before casting Morpheus a glance.

Lorna looked between the two of you. “You're not going to introduce him to everyone?”

Your eyes met Morpheus as you let out an anxious breath. “You can, if you’d like to”

Morpheus nodded and he strode up the steps beside you, placing his hand on your lower back as he always did when you were together in other people's presence. Lorna stepped aside with a victorious smile as she let the two of you back in through the door.

He clung to you like a deer in headlights.

He had met so many mortals. All of these mortals in their dreams, knew their every unconscious thought and yet, he had never felt quite so nervous.

As you stepped into the room, Lorna followed close behind, the two of you stood side by side as everyone's gaze turned to the brooding figure beside you.

They all fell rather silent and you couldn’t blame them, hell, you had been the same when you first met him. His presence was all consuming and something that was not easily missed. His very look was enough to send someone to their knees. Feeling Morpheus’ hand tense on your back you plastered a smile on your face. “Morpheus meet everyone” You coughed slightly. “Everyone meet Morpheus, My-”

You paled. You had never said what you were.

Frankly you weren’t at all sure.

You were his and that’s all you knew.

Neither of you had ever confirmed a relationship past that.

You swallowed your anxieties.

“My boyfriend”

You hadn’t missed the way his hand tensed again.

It felt childish describing him as such. He was so much more than that to you. Perhaps there wasn’t a word for what you were, but you were mortal and so were your friends, how else could you describe it.

Everyone's face dropped first before they smiled erupting into a small echo of ‘hellos’ and ‘welcomes’. You let out a small sigh of relief as you felt Morpheus beside you relax ever so softly in his position as he gave everyone a curt nod.

You leant up to his ear as he dropped his head down to hear what you were going to have to say. “I’m just going to grab my coat and say goodbye, then we can go”

He nodded at you and you left his grasp in search of your coat and presents, leaving him awkwardly stood by the door.

Veronica smirked as she looked at the brooding figure. “So I guess it’s your coat she’s been wearing for these last couple of months”

Morpheus’ lip twitched up. “Perhaps”

“And the reason why she’s been so different” Lorna added with a smirk of her own.

“Different?” Morpheus’ eyebrows furrowed.

Veronica snorted. “Oh yeah, dude, she’s been way happier and more herself”

Morpheus’ gaze turned to watching you as you milled about picking up your presents and shrugging on his coat. His eyes soften watching you do the most mundane things before pulling one of your friends into a hug and saying a hushed goodbye.

You made your way over to Veronica next, pulling her into a tight hug and thanking her for her presents. Then Lorna, giving her an extra long hug, before you reached Morpheus’ side as you waved goodbye to everyone with a gentle smile. Morpheus chose to nod as his exit.

The two of you stumbled out of the house finally left alone as you slowly meandered down the path. A content smile on your face.

“Boyfriend?” An amused voice next to you spoke.

You turned to him with a grumble. “Shut up, I didn’t know what else to call us”

“I believe you mortals called it courting once upon a time”

You smiled before rolling your eyes. “And now we call it dating”

You turned up to him as his eyes shone in the moonlight, his face lit solely from the Christmas lights hung upon the streets. The way he stared at you made your knees feel like jelly and your heart ache.

Your lips collided into his and he softly cradled your head with both of his large hands as he passionately tasted your lips, going back to when you were interrupted as his tongue slipped into your mouth and you let a high pitched groan of want and need leave your throat. “Take me home” You hoarsely whispered.

“As you wish” Morpheus responded, pulling sand seemingly from out of nowhere and whirling it around you, as you covered your eyes and leant into them.

When you opened them again you were in your front room, you dropped all your presents at once and shrugged your coat off before colliding into Morpheus, your lips connecting with his yet again, with a want and need. He responded just as quickly, taking his own coat off leaving him in his shirt and trousers as he pulled you into him, the kiss deepening and becoming sloppy and messy.

The two of you barely stumbled to your bedroom as you couldn’t disconnect from one another. Morpheus pulled off his shirt, momentarily stepping away from you before you latched onto each other once again.

He sat on the edge of your bed bringing you closer to him as you straddled him before gently pushing his chest down so he was laying down. You bent over him, kissing him before removing yourself from his lips and gently brushing your lips against his jaw making your way down to his neck and a soft groan came from his throat.

Your mouth made its way to his collarbone and left kisses down his chest and then stomach landing just before his trousers. You could see he was hard through his trousers and if that wasn’t enough the way his jaw was clenched was more than enough to tell you how you had worked him up.

With a small smirk, you looked up at him through your lashes before curling your fingers round his trousers and pulling them down, inch by inch.

You left a kiss on his groin and a clenched hiss left his lips before you took his length in your hands, and oh so slowly stroked it. His head flew back against the pillows as a grunt left his throat. You shyly took it in your mouth using your tongue to leave feverish strokes that made Morpheus moan like a madman.

Fitting him all in was hard but you were determined to make him undone as you quickened up your pace hearing the way the moans tumbled from his lips, his breath only quickening by the second.

Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down, hearing Morpheus start to unravel before he growled and gently grabbed your hair pulling you away from him. You looked up at him confused before he rasped so roughly you only caught the last words of his sentence “...inside you”

You pulled away taking off your last items of clothes, Morpheus watching you like a predator stalking its prey. Gently you lowered yourself onto his length with a hiss, steadying yourself onto him getting used to the feeling at this angle before rocking your hips back and forwards in a steady rhythm. Morpheus placed his hands on your hips giving you more support as you rid him, causing him to throw his head back again.

This was a very rare occurrence. Normally he was the one taking charge, pleasuring you and putting you first. But tonight you wanted nothing more than to please him and watch as he fell apart underneath you. You wanted to be good to him, show him how much you felt for him.

He started to rock into you and a moan escaped you as he thrust so deep, hitting just the right spot. You fastened your pace in response and he let out a low grumble. “Always so good for me”

You started to clench around him, and you placed your palms on his chest to steady yourself as your thighs started to shake before he released himself into you and you started panting on top of him, incredibly sweaty and worn out.

Morpheus’ hand wrapped around your neck and pulled you down to him as you engaged in a lazy messy kiss. You eventually pulled yourself off of him and leant down beside him in the bed, your body weak from the work out, as your heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent walls of the room.

Slowly Morpheus sat up and drew closer to you as his lips found your necks, making you even more weak in the knees, you let out a tired whine as he made his way to your breasts taking one bud in his mouth and making your head spin with his tongue. Your hand felt his hair as you gently caressed his head, your eyes shut in pure bliss.

One of his hands trailed down your stomach to your entrance before starting to stroke your clit so slowly and gently, making you desperately and tiredly mewl. His head was by yours as you could feel his hot breath on your ear, lips brushing your cheek as you desperately started to shake at the feeling of his fingers starting to speed up. Your moans becoming louder and louder. “Morpheus!” You gasped as two fingers entered you, his thumb brushing your clit as you writhed in pure ecstasy.

His lips gently nibbled on the lobe of your ear as his gingers pumped in and out as you desperately neared your orgasm. Calling out his name with a mixture of ‘Oh!’s and ‘Please!’s. “Let go” He whispered gently in your ear and that's exactly what you did, as you clutched the bedsheets, gripping with white knuckles as you saw stars.

Morpheus removed his fingers from you and you both collapsed against the bed, sweaty bodies intertwined as you rested against his chest, weak from your orgasm. He gently started to stroke your hair out of the way of your face and you had wondered if at some point in the day you had maybe died and had drifted off to this heaven instead.

“Are you alright?” He gently asked.

You smiled lazily up at him. “I’m far more than alright”

Morpheus’ lip twitched up. “I know the feeling”

You smirked up at him as before you rested against him, his warmth completely encompassing you as the feeling of his hands slowly stroking through your hair made you melt into him. And before you knew it you had drifted off into a serene sleep.

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When you arrived in the dreaming you soon realised that you were not in the library like where you usually would arrive. Instead you were just outside the palace. Stars littered the sky as you realised it was night time in the dreaming, not necessarily a regular occurrence but nor that rare. You had expressed your deep found love for the beauty of the dreaming at dusk and nightfall many times to Morpheus who always found your wonder so enchanting.

It took him a few minutes to arrive as he sauntered up to you, his black coat behind him, looking certainly more put together than when you had left him in bed. You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face as he drew nearer.

“Care to explain why I’m not in the library, My king?” You asked, a faint trace of mischievousness in your voice.

He looked down at you softly and gently. “I’m afraid I have to steal you away from my librarian and Raven for tonight”

Your forehead creased in confusion. “Why?”

He reached his hand out. “Come, I have something I wish to show you”

Though incredibly suspicious and confused you took his hand as he led you round a way of the dreaming you had never been before going past wonders you had never even heard of.

Eventually Morpheus drew to a halt, slightly anxiously looking at you before grabbing your hand again as the two of you climbed a hill. This had to have been one of the highest points in the dreaming if not the highest.

Morpheus stopped yet again and blocked your gaze, moving in front of you. “We are here”

Slowly he pulled away and you stepped forward looking back to him with a confused gaze as he nodded his head motioning you to move forward.

You took a few steps and on top of the hill in front of the two of you stood a lake, a beautiful sapphire ever flowing lake that perfectly reflected the unimaginable constellations of the sky above. Your head snatched up to the sky and considering this was the highest point of the dreaming you could see the stars all the more clearer.

The only thing that could leave your lips was a gasp as you marvelled and stared at the beauty before you turned around. From up here you could see the whole of the rest of the dreaming. The palace lit up in gold, The river you sat by, fiddlers green. All of it.

Your breath hitched, as your mouth hung open unable to form words at the view, you looked back at the lake and the stars, before eventually turning back to Morpheus. “It’s beautiful” You whispered weakly.

Morpheus stared back at you, a deep intensity burning in his eyes. “It's for you”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“I made it for you” He repeated his voice as soothing as a lullaby as he stepped closer to you.

Your breath hitched. “Me?”

“You once told me how much you loved water and wished it was eternal night” He looked down avoiding your gaze. “Here in this spot of the dreaming it will stay eternally night forever”

“How is that even possible?” You gasped.

Morpheus cocked his head. “You’ve spent enough time in my realm to know that anything is possible here”

Your eyes started to burn as tears formed in your eyes, your mouth gone dry, he had remembered everything you had said about the stars, about your love for water. All of it. “Morpheus, I don’t know what to say” You admitted, as your voice wavered hoping your emotions spoke for themselves.

“Then say nothing” He softly answered. “It is a gift”

You looked back at the lake and the stars before looking round to the rest of the dreaming, one silent tear escaping your eyes as your heart throbbed. You turned back to Morpheus and threw your arms around him as you collided into his chest. “Thank you, Morpheus, thank you so much”

He looked down at you swallowing harshly, relief overtaking him as he saw your gratitude, knowing you indeed liked his gift. He closed his arms around you, holding you in his grasp as he leant down to your ear. “Merry Christmas, My rogue dreamer”

The two of you spent the rest of the night sat by the lake, stargazing and talking about anything and nothing all at once. Before you left to drift away to the waking world Morpheus turned to you. “Did I succeed?”

“In what?” You chuckled.

“Changing your opinion of Christmas” Morpheus asked, his lips twitching up.

“You succeeded admirably” You turned to beam at him. “Best Christmas ever”

#morpheus #morpheus fluff #morpheus imagine #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #lord morpheus #morpheus smut #dream of the endless smut #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x you #sandman netflix #the sandman fanfic #sandman x you #the sandman x reader #the sandman

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angelicxlly · 10 days

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❀ (twins moment)

𝒜 𝒮𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝑒’𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 // 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.

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{ ⟡ } ———After lifting the velvety veil covering the portal & upon crossing through the Looking Glass, it would had seem as if the finely adorned mirror serving as welcoming door would had been changed places...

This was not the inviting & perfumed Rosarium with the buzzing flutter of thousands of whimsical critter, there wasn’t laughter coming from petite lungs nor crystal bells voices proclaiming greetings to receive her. There was no the chit-chatter of teacups nor the breeze whispering the secrets of birds.

Instead, what reigned there was overwhelming solitude & sadness across intangible trees, despite the sweetened scenery. It was all a melancholic illusion, as phantasmagorical blossoms of lustrous gold would take root everywhere, conquering every old furniture that seemed to be lost to time. The roaming of foxes, squirrels & ravens that weren’t really there across the dancing grass, peppered of wild flowers. The canopies of leaves gently rustling as the branches seemed to touch the skies, filtering sunlight down to the long path…

& suddenly the images of half a dozen of women dressed in delicate silks, dancing & singing in languages so ancient that could never be translated to any current human tongue. All of them wearing crowns of golden roses, with several little trinkets braided among ebony locks. Faeric & iridiscent, wings would flutter on occasion on their backs, if not resting as if those were a fine cape, all in harmonic glee when even more people would join them in their melodies as if a festivity would be held in this dream space… ...& yet the prevalent emotion that could be caught untangling would be tortuous nostalgia, as standing while giving her back to her, would be her Twin, watching them all dance & sing without intervening.

“You may probably call me a fool, & maybe I am.” Her voice betray no emotion, but it was a mere facade. A lie to Herself, knowing full well perhaps the closer they were, the tighter the bond. All that leaked from her were emotions of pure, unadulterated, sadness despite the faux giggle that dared to pass through her simper. “But I love to indulge a little bit… Dreams of the Garden, Memories of the Forest…”

There was familiarity to all of the faces from both the Nymphs whose features indubitably looked related to the Enchantress, as the many mages, druids, & common folk also celebrating. Music was played, with some missteps that the illusions seemed to not care for. “I apologize, I may be Immortal & can remember many old things, but for some symphonies I’m not able to replicate fully. My First Coven loved to add melody to their enchantments, & the Spring Equinox was always deemed sacred by our kind… I wonder if fate would had been kinder, if all would had ever meet, would had been this blissful as Earth would awake, as Roses would bloom once more?”

She would turn around to look at her twin, black tears staining across porcelain cheeks. Oh, her heart ached so terribly, & for a minute she felt concerned. If her ‘Sister’ could feel anything as strongly as she had done during their last conversation, the tale making her soul ache devastatingly & her own eyes to tear up ever so slightly at certain points where loss could not only be shared in the spawn of second, but also with terrible acknowledgment…

It was impossible to Emilia to wonder if her Twin feeling her pain would be crueler after the effrontery she had displayed just a couple of days prior. Suddenly her mask of tranquility, despite the ink falling freely upon her skin, would start to shatter.

“Emilia, I— " An apology caught on her throat as her Twin had come towards her & pulling her into an embrace oh-so tightly it let her breathless out of deep sentiment...

Silence reigned then, as if time had stopped & even the fantasy had loss the continuity out of a conscious mind. Only fake sunlight filtering through the trees, colored with hues of dusk. Only the subtle scent of wildflowers among their feet that weren’t previously there & differently from the blooms of the fantasy, those could be felt gently brushing against silks & skin. Oh, how her heart broke & shattered in a single second, yet it felt aided as she eagerly returned the embrace to her Twin, silently shedding her tears against her shoulder…

Grief was all-consuming, flowing through her veins within the boiling power stolen from the images of people dancing, now stopped in time as it all was a piltovian film. It was all sadness, as the songs would stop, as the laugher would be no more. It was all silent agony as she would allow the dream space to slowly melt. Grass & flowers withered away, critters disappearing with the people as the single mirage they were… all in a couple of blinks was replaced by what could be recognized as place among the catacombs of the Cabal… … All the Secrets of a Garden, ever hidden underground.

Only the dim light of candles would eventually return. Warm & real as the flames decorated the golden holders shaped as flowers. Many steps away, at the end of the stance that seemed to be a vast & secluded library from they truly were, was the Looking Glass, some Pixies sitting near & others resting among the many dark roses at the vases in the room.

“My apologies that you had to see me like this… or fall into one of my self deceptions & fabrications, I tend to fall into loops of remembrance, before I notice it, I’m lost to time…” Her Sisters, Her Coven, The Forest Incarnate… she wouldn’t lie if asked, & perhaps the bond allowed more than she may give it credit for, but their conversation may had opened her own wounds to the horrible truths of Loss, parsimoniously awakening the grasp of never-ending mourning upon the frail organ inside her chest…

She may not say it aloud neither, but the fact the Looking Glass had been brought in this personal space from its spot at the Rosarium, albeit covered from the other end & without any manner of communication, it had been an almost unconscious need of seeking company from someone she had chosen to deem as ‘family’ once more, after so so long.

Her arms tightened around her twin tighter, as more tears would be shed from her closing eyes, allowing herself a moment of weakness, a moment of sheer & genuine solace.

@blackrosesmatron ♥

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #A Rose by Other Name ;; blackrosesmatron #verse ;; canon #// Twin caught Twin in one of her Memory loops; welcome (?)#// hi; i shook my heart writting aiohdaoihda & ended with a long mess ; sorry i placed the song to write and got carried away -- :'''D

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gardengirl222 · 10 days

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thecurioustale · 8 months

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(Part of) A Song from After The Hero

Early on in my fantasy novel After The Hero we meet Kayaju, a city runner in the desert metropolis of Soda Fountain. City runners have the job of delivering timely missives and messages across the city for whomever should have need to send and receive them.

Like virtually all city runners, Kayaju is a member of the Runners' Guild, the Guild of Corir, which also goes by other names locally including the Azure Winds (for their bright blue uniforms and fast running) and the Errant Septembrii (for their errantry and for the fact that they have historically had seven great Guildhalls across Relance).

I share all these names with you only to tell you to keep them in mind!

We first meet Kayaju at work by dawn's early light on the highest day of the city's most important festival in many years. Her blue uniform with rainbow tassels flutters in the viator's wind—the "traveler's" wind that we feel when we are moving—as she speeds along to deliver her message to its recipient.

A bard joins her (not our Afiach Bard; another bard). In the festive spirit, the bard has prepared a song to praise the city runners, who are much beloved by the people of Soda Fountain, and she had told herself that she would sing it to the first runner she found—who happens to be Kayaju. City runners don't stop for much, so the two of them run along together as the bard performs her song.

This song is inspired by, and in my mind is set to the music of, "The Yew Tree," a modern folk song that I first found on the early Internet as a kid, known to me for most of my life as a wordless MIDI music file with the hopelessly generic name "dove.mid" from the website Glorianon. (Anyone remember her?) It was only in the past year that I thought to check the MIDI file metadata, which happened to contain—and had contained all this time—the name of Brian McNeill, the song's creator, and the name of the song, "The Yew Tree."

It's a good song and I think you should listen to it. But, either way, the story in my song—or rather the song that the Sodish bard sings to Kayaju as they run together in the morning light—begins thematically in a similar vein to "The Yew Tree" and then steadily moves off in its own direction. I have been working on it for many months and it is not finished yet! The song is quite lengthy, but here are a few selected verses:

"The Errant Blue Wind"

On a chilly dirt street, in the shadows of dawn, Blows a wind that's lived four hundred years. And the wizened ones say that our cares last a day, But take care when the Errant Wind hears you— For the noise of the gale is a story Of thirteen generations blown by, And their proudest conceits, or their bitterest defeats, Rattle on while their perished bones lie. O, errant blue wind... Tell me, where will it end?

When the Soda Dome rose o'er fountains below And the last ray of sun hit those waters, Did you print what folk said over bubbly and bread As they toasted the King and his orders? Did you carry good news of the revels? Did you spread the great speeches and songs? Were you warmed by their spark as you dashed in the dark Of that palace of ribbons and bronze? O, errant blue wind... Tell me, where will it end?

Did it grieve your blue spark when you carried command That the Tenants' Aedes Riots be smothered? And those letters of tears set in smudges and smears Of broken lives never recovered? As the Landlessors reached their conclusion, And the infamous words underlined: "You may think it untoward but put all to the sword And their families be found and be fined!" O, errant blue wind... Tell me, where will it end?

Though the letters you bear are ephemeral as we— Every edict and perfumed love poem; And your visages change like the flowers o' the range— Gone the day after we saw them! Yet the beat of your footfalls forever Sounds canty in all Sodish ears: For the toast and the feast o' the folk of the East Is: "Live like the Errant Wind hears!" O, errant blue wind... Tell me, where will it end?

As you can see, the song is partly a retelling of Sodish history and partly a reflection on how we are joined together by sharing in the same experiences each in our own hour and our own way. The Azure Winds, the city runners, have been a beloved fixture of Sodish society since the beginning, and they are a common thread that all Sodish have known. Though the individual runners change, they are the voice of the city, and they are its continuity.

The song has a really fun rhyme scheme: Lines 1 – 4 are ABcCB and Lines 5 –8 are DEfFE, with the lowercase letters being internal rhymes in a single line. The original song sometimes adds internal rhymes in the first lines too (aA), but I decided it against it in mine.

By the way, the thousand-year-old yew tree in Brian McNeill's song is real.

#After The Hero #The Curious Tale #Curious Tale songs #Folk music #The Yew Tree #Brian McNeill

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more-than-a-princess · 9 months

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@quickdeaths asked: ( behind you ) sender hugs the receiver from behind - shinobu is visiting during a university holiday, they both need one (1) soft, private moment

Let's Cuddle RP prompts - Accepting!

The benches at Magdalen College by the River Cherwell weren't often a destination for Oxford students that time of year, which made them an excellent place for Sonia to spend her morning. Being a full-time student and part-time working royal, flexibility came with the territory: though instead of seasonal speeches, festivals, and holidays, Sonia had negotiated a week off from the autumn term for an entirely different reason that year. A feat, as the third year program of the Philosophy, Politics, and Economics concentration was traditionally a grueling one for its students.

But it was important, Sonia thought, as she turned the page in the novel she was reading. Her fellow Magdalen College students were busy with lectures and tutorials, and here she was, indulging in the first non-school book since the summer holidays. But concentrating on economic history textbooks was out of the question, as she tapped the heel of her left boot against the gravel beneath it. She was killing time that November morning, and not even the late autumn breeze and the threat of an afternoon rain could distract her. With her cheeks and fingers both pink and numb from the cold, she turned the page.

The initial touch against her shoulders, clad in a blouse and heavy coat but a touch nevertheless, had been enough to startle her, her posture instantly straightening. And yet, the four personal protection officers she was required to have nearby at all times upon exiting her condo hadn't so much as flinched, much less rushed to her aid as a pair of black jacket-covered arms wrapped themselves around her.

"Don't be alarmed, Sonia."

Sonia. Sonia. A name that a person, her person, with that voice would use only when they were assured privacy. Even before Shinobu had spoken, a deep breath to steady her nerves had been all Sonia had needed to understand who it was who touched her, then held her, without even turning to look. The scent of the river and crushed leaves had given way to white cedar, cypress, tonka bean, and amber, the perfume she'd remembered testing on a swatch card before dabbing it on the inside of Shinobu's wrist during their third year at Hope's Peak. A step up from Donki, they'd gone to the luxury cosmetics shop on a day that hadn't been particularly busy: one that had permitted the privacy of, in the middle of one of the many perfume aisles, for Sonia to take Shinobu's hand in her own and kiss the inside of her wrist. That had been it, she'd told her at the time: that would be the fragrance she would gift to her. Calming and subtle and elegant, from the black and white bottle to the scent itself.

"I am not alarmed," She smiled softly, one that Shinobu likely couldn't see. Her book, left forgotten in her lap, had been replaced with Shinobu's hands. She too had gone without gloves, and Sonia reached up to set her hands over hers, fingers tracing over her palms and fingertips. These hands, she couldn't help but notice, were such a contrast from the Ultimate Archer's: constant training and constant stress, in spite of the various protective gear she'd worn, had left Shinobu's hands slightly rough and tight beneath Sonia's touch in high school. For as often as the woman took her hands back then, well before the both of them had realized what they were to one another, there had always been a degree of firmness, of tightly-coiled stress from the expectations the world had seemingly placed on Shinobu's shoulders. To be the best archer, the best date, the best Cold Prince Shinobu-Kun, a fitting heir to the Yaguchi Dojo and a sexual fantasy for so many girls who never stopped and paused and tried to understand that there was a woman, full of thoughts and interests and opinions, beneath the perfectly-tailored suits and stern gaze. Now, her hands felt...softer, gentle, even without Sonia's to hold every day. Sonia exhaled, content: her girlfriend, her Shinobu, had friends, had studies of her own choosing, had a life she built for herself. The distance was, admittedly, a challenge, but feeling how much her new life had changed her for the better was worth it.

"I was tracking your plane from Narita on Flight Aware," She admitted. There was no point in hiding it from her anyhow: she'd tell soon enough that Sonia had been up since four in the morning, checking to ensure Shinobu's plane had arrived safely at London Heathrow. And that, upon her SMS messages, she'd caught the train safely to London Paddington before transferring to the right train to Oxford station. She'd offered to send a car, but Shinobu had politely declined. "I am glad you arrived safely, and that you were able to drop your luggage at the condo and- Oh, piss it-"

Rising to her feet in a sweeping motion of wool plaid skirt and tan overcoat, the book fell to the ground as Sonia turned, shins against the bench, to finally see her. A little tired, as an overnight flight from Tokyo to London would cause, but the Shinobu she remembered: her dark red hair, her glasses, her eyeliner so sharp that it could cut someone if they got too close against her will. Sonia grinned: in playfulness, in relief. Shinobu Yaguchi, Princess Sonia's friend, had been warmly invited and accepted at the Novoselic fall holiday gatherings that, each year, concluded with the annual masquerade ball and the Princess's birthday celebration. But Shinobu Yaguchi, Princess Sonia's girlfriend, had not: another year, another row with her parents about wanting to set aside all of the faux-dates and required dances with the sons of the rich, titled, and powerful in order to live an honest life on her terms. Her 18th birthday and societal debut had been such a success that, even now, words like 'phase' and 'rebellion' and 'experimentation' were still tossed around by her family as she was well into her third year at university.

Except that hadn't changed: the phase her family still hoped for had been constant, Sonia's feelings for Shinobu just as strong, if not more intense, as they'd been during her final year at Hope's Peak. The young men she was forced to smile and laugh and dance and dine with in public either understood completely or had secret relationships of their own that their families didn't approve of, and thus the laughter caught on camera was always commiseration: a boyfriend he wasn't allowed to have, a girlfriend outside of his social class or appropriate age range, and the ridiculousness of it all.

But this smile, this was genuine and always reserved for Shinobu and Shinobu alone: a mix of adoration and a desire to bend the rules, just a little, as she saw fit. Taking Shinobu's tie in her fist, Sonia gently pulled her closer, forcing her to lean over the bench just so in order to capture her lips with hers. A quiet path by the river and no warnings from her PPOs: it was the perfect opportunity to kiss Shinobu in the place she'd eagerly taken her to during her first springtime visit: naturally, she'd wanted to show her some of the fish that called the Cherwell home, amongst the many punters and rowers.

Warm and welcoming, Sonia closed her eyes yet kept a hold on Shinobu's tie: to keep her from pulling away, from worrying they might be seen. To trust her that they were safe, at the water's edge so close to Shinobu's birthday. It was the present both of them had wanted: to spend it together, and it had been Shinobu who had been blessed with the university break. Sonia simply made it work, so she could kiss her with all the longing and love that she'd kept safely stored within her. That every time she laughed, or danced, or looked up at the stars or down into the many ponds and the rivers that ran through Oxford, she imagined doing so with Shinobu by her side. Even her chocolate birthday cake from that year's ball had tasted a little less sweet without her by her side, pushing her piece of cake onto Sonia's plate in favor of a cup of coffee.

Coffee....coffee...

By then, Sonia's tongue had begun to explore Shinobu's mouth, falling into an easy sort of intimacy. No longer awkward to kiss her this deeply and passionately without a care, she could taste the familiar scents of asian pear and yuzu on her lips, her favored lip balm, but not the other common taste that so often occupied Shinobu's mouth. Pulling away and raising her eyebrows in surprise, Sonia pressed two quick kisses in succession to Shinobu's lips, just to be sure.

"You have not had coffee yet, have you," She chuckled, reaching up to brush some of her red hair out of her face. "Unfortunately we would have to go to London for your favorite canned coffee, but allow me to treat you to an early lunch with a coffee at the Grand. Before your jet lag catches up with you and we will not wish to leave the apartment. I am so happy you are here to spend your birthday!" The jet lag, most likely, would be the appropriate excuse given after filling their bellies and disappearing into Sonia's rented condo for the duration of the afternoon. Possibly the evening and well into the night, unless they needed a break for dinner.

#more-than-a-princess answered #quickdeaths #Non-Despair AU: University verse #cw: homophobia #(Let's Cuddle RP prompts meme)#(Sorry for the wait! I hope this was worth it)#(Just had pain/fatigue/writers block recently)

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