Samuel Seo x Reader: Morning Routine
Sammy looks after you in the morning
Samuel is very particular about his morning schedule. He typically starts his day like this:
5:00 am - workout in his home gym
6:15 am - shower and grooming routine
6:45 am - get ready and dressed
7:00 am - coffee and a simple nutritious breakfast
7:30 am - leave for work
You start your day by rolling out of your bed too late, frantically running around trying to get ready, and rushing out the door.
The first time Samuel observes that, after living together and having an unexpectedly slow morning, his lips thinned at your terrible disorganisation.
His routine changes. Just slightly.
One cup of coffee becomes two. One simple nutritious breakfast becomes two.
.
.
"Morning."
A hand reaches out to stroke your hair.
Still one foot in dreamland, you blearily open your eyes, and see Samuel crouched down eye-level next to your bedside. You may have been having a nice dream, but damn, this view and the reality is much better.
Barely even registering his hand on you, your body as if on autopilot nuzzles into it anyway, intuitively knowing that comfort anywhere.
This routine, a constant yet never old. Almost everyday, the exact same pressure to brush your hair back to rouse you, the heat of his fingers, the callouses. The little huff of amusement as you nudge his hand with your nose, half asleep but still wanting to be close to him, so he can cup your face and run his thumb over your cheek.
"Coffee and breakfast on your bedside table," Samuel says, kissing you on the forehead and standing up.
He looks immaculate, as always. Far too awake for this time in the morning. Hair precisely groomed, not a wrinkle to be seen with his suit. Smelling expensive and intense and dark, scent matching well with the person.
"What time is it?"
"Time for you to wake up, Y/N."
"Nooo, Sammy-" and you snuggle into his hand again.
"I told you you don't have to work. I can look after you."
"I know."
And true, you don't have to. But you like the work you do. The small little contributions you make. Being self-sufficent, to an extent.
Another day, another dollar it is.
Resigning yourself to your fate, you relinquish your hold on your boyfriend, sitting up and sip your coffee. The first hit of caffeine to kick start your day.
It's adorable, really, and more than your heart can bear most mornings - the fact that Samuel prepares this for you and added your wellbeing into his own routine too.
Once you finish your coffee, and satisfied that there's little chance you're going to fall back asleep, Samuel says goodbye with a final kiss on the lips.
"See you tonight, Y/N."
It's the same routine almost everyday, yet neither of you tire of it.
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i like that sebille is the type of person who would never shut lohse up with a kiss when she gets too chatty. on the contrary, she'll probably kiss her for encouragement, but then lohse gets distracted & just stops talking coz she wants more kisses
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parkermegan is just so good like. you were created to be a star in the sky and you failed the instant you were created. you are a failed sun and a failed son. but you are a good blaseball player. so that has to be something. your mom is even kinda proud of you for it. you even develop a rivalry of sorts with this guy. and she's so fun. has a whole thief gimmick going on. kinda cute. time passes. you start burning up, like you were meant to do in the first place. you start burning everything else up. you feel guilty but you just can't stop. and its all their fault anyway. they did this to you. you were content being a failure and then they lit you up. so they have it coming. but they are dying. you are killing them. so you get it when you're trapped in the forcefield. but that guy. megan. she's been keeping an eye on you. your rivalry is kinda dead without you being able to like, play. you're on the plate (as always) and you can't move (as always) and usually this inning would pass and you' d just sit and sit but megan. has her thief thing, right. she walks right up to you. proposes a trade, doesn't wait for your answer. and you can't help but burn everything up. everything. and megan is. well. she should be dead. and she kinda is. but she can't die, because she's stuck. that forcefield. she's burning up, and you can't stop it, and why did she even fucking take it. she's gonna burn up and you're gonna burn everything everywhere. but, again, she's stuck. she's stuck so bad, reality can't handle it. she's wiped out, which is kinda worse than just straight up dying. and then someone who looks just like her is raised from the flames. and she's the same guy she's always been, kinda, but at the same time. you do not know her at all. and she does not know you. and you killed megan, and she killed herself, and new megan ito is alive, right there. entirely different and entirely the same. you guys can even fall for one another again, but it'll never be the same. she made you kill her. she made you start killing everyone again. the whole league will burn. but you still love her in some twisted way. and maybe the person who rose from her ashes will love you too
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I SAID ID DO IT I SAID!!! I SAID!!
make ur own yotavus here folks >:)
note that uhhh this disregards stuff like certain stripe colors only appearing with certain body colors(looking at you reds), dilution via white spot genes, and albinism
also for the ear spots, turn off the spots for the two ear sizes that you Didnt pick or else it will show up weird
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All These Games We Play
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anevia/Irabeth Tirabade
Characters: Anevia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Irabeth Tirabade
Additional Tags: Roleplay, Teasing, Oral Sex, Strap-Ons, Romance, Femslash February 2024
"I steal somethin', she catches me- it just adds spice to our relationship."
My last piece for Femslash Feb! Ngl, this one was almost wholly inspired by this line in the Inevitable Ezcess DLC:
Anevia couldn’t say for sure where the idea first came from. Maybe it had always been there in the back of her mind; maybe watching Irabeth climb up through the ranks of her order had stirred it up anew. All she knew for sure was that it’d been rattling around in her head for a good while, and it was just a matter of time before she finally brought it up.
She did so on one of their rare lazy evenings, when she and her wife were comfortable in bed. Irabeth was sitting against the headboard, reading through a few reports (honestly, the woman never stopped), and Anevia was watching her as the daydreams quietly played out in her head.
“You ever think about where we’d be in another life?” she asked at last, and Irabeth looked up in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” Anevia chewed at her lip, trying to think of how best to start this off. “It’s kind of a wonder I ended up a soldier, isn’t it? I could’ve easily landed on the other side of the law.”
Irabeth tilted her head, still looking confused. “You think there’s a world out there where we’re outlaws?”
“I’m the outlaw,” Anevia clarified with a laugh. She reached over and plucked the reports from Irabeth’s hands, waving them tauntingly before setting them to the side. “I’ve got the sticky fingers, the roguish charm. But you’re a paladin in every life, Beth, there’s no denying that.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just that somewhere out in the universe, there may be a world where you’re still Captain Irabeth Tirabade of the Eagle Watch…and I’m one of the Captain’s most wanted.” Anevia moved as she spoke, pushing the bedsheets aside so she could straddle her wife’s lap.
Understanding was starting to dawn on Irabeth’s face now. “I see…you think in this version of the world, I chase you down and bring you in. Is that it?”
Anevia grinned and leaned in closer. “I think you try.”
Interest sparked in Irabeth’s eyes at that, and Anevia’s hopes leapt at that response. She edged closer, her lips teasing at Irabeth’s with the faint promise of a kiss- and then she pulled back. The conversation was going just as she hoped; she wanted now to see how far she could take it.
“Beth…do you wanna try something with me tonight?”
continue on ao3
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