#don't think i slept very soundly thanks to that

[sasquach-scratches]

Finally got around to playing Elden Ring given the only Soulsborne game I played before the DLC dropped was Dark Souls 2 and ER is basically just Dark Souls 2: 2

But I kind of have an itch to play Vigilant on my Gore save since I haven't really "clicked" with ER yet

otoh I had to install ER overnight given how LONG it was taking so I don't want to waste that effort lmao

[lucy90712]

heyy love your writing:>

Could you pls do clingy jude x fem!reader?

This season has been an incredibly long one so many games so many ups and downs but it has been a lot of fun. I have loved watching Jude blossom at Real Madrid and win trophies which he has very much deserved. The one big downside is that we haven't spent as much time as we would like together Jude is always away for games or at training and when he's not I'm at work and even now the domestic season is over the euros start in a few weeks so we are going to be apart again. 

Just yesterday Jude was at the champions league final which I couldn't go and see in person and now in a few days time he has to head back to England to join the England team. When I went to bed Jude was still at Wembley but now that I've woken up he's asleep beside me so he must've made it home at some point during the night. His arm was loosely hung over my waist as he slept soundly. I wished we could stay like this forever but I have work and I'm sure Jude has celebrations to attend later with the team. As much as I should get up I can go without breakfast and use that time to just lay in bed with Jude for a few more minutes, out of habit my hands went to his hair playing with it which woke him up. Once he realised where he was he pulled me closer to him and just held me tightly which is really going to make getting up even harder. 

"Good morning" he said in his morning voice which I love so much 

"Morning and congratulations you played so well last night I'm so sad I couldn't be there" I said 

"Thank you but don't worry I know you had work I'm just glad you're here right now" he said 

"I wish we could spend more time together you've got to leave me again in a few days and then I won't see you until the euros have started" I said 

"Do you have to go to work today?" He asked 

"I'm afraid I do there's a few others off this week and we've got a lot to get done" I replied 

That made Jude frown and hold onto me tighter. The time indicated that I should've got out of bed 10 minutes ago but I still don't want to leave and I don't think Jude will let me just yet. My routine is completely ruined but I don't really care as I love to soak up moments like this as they have been rare recently. As time went on Jude only held me tighter and started pressing kisses to my face and neck almost teasing me as he was yet to reach my lips but eventually he pulled me down to give me what I had been waiting for. I've missed Jude's kisses so much so I let him keep kissing me for a few more minutes before I pulled away and tried to get out of bed. Jude didn't let me get up I tried but he was just too strong for me to be able to break free. 

"I have to go to work love" I said 

"Do you really have to" he whined 

"You know I do" I said 

Jude didn't say anything else he simply just grabbed my phone from my bedside table and started looking for something which confused me until he put the phone to his ear. He had called my boss and phoned me in sick which had me laying there completely shocked. I never thought he'd do something like that just to spend time with me but I can't say I'm mad about it because I've missed him so much and I haven't had a day off in months. It didn't sink in for a few seconds that I really didn't have to go to work but when Jude put my phone down smiling I realised I could snuggle back into his arms for as long as I wanted to. 

We stayed in bed for a while until we were both starting to get hungry but before we could eat I wanted to brush my teeth. Jude joined me in the bathroom to brush his teeth too but he didn't let go of me even for a second he even stood behind me with his arms around my waist as I washed my face and did my skincare. Once I was done he picked me up and put me over his shoulder and carried me down the stairs which I would complain about but he used to do it all the time when we got to see more of each other so I just enjoyed getting to be like we used to. He took me to the kitchen and put me down and just stared at me which to others might seem weird but I knew exactly what he was asking. He wanted to order breakfast and I wasn't going to say no as I didn't really want to cook. 

I let him order whatever he thought I'd want as he usually gets it right then I suggested we make some fresh orange juice as for some reason we have a load of oranges that we definitely won't eat before they go bad. Jude got the juicer we have for whatever reason and I cut the oranges so they can go in the machine but I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to actually press the oranges into the juicer. I needed Jude to help me so he got the little step stool we have in the kitchen to help me reach things and put his hands on mine to help me push all the oranges through the juicer. We made a pretty good team and made a good amount at least enough for a glass for both of us which I poured while Jude answered the door as our food arrived. 

We ate breakfast before sitting on the sofa where we stayed for pretty much the whole day just cuddling and catching up on the shows we like to watch together but have become quite behind on. Both of us are normally quite active people and hate to sit around all day but I loved spending all day just cuddling with Jude and that's how I know we've both missed each other's company. Thinking about the fact that I'm just a few days we will have to be apart again made me so sad. I didn't realise just how much I missed him and our days together until we actually got to be together and now I don't want him to leave again. 

"Have you got work for the next few days?" Jude asked 

"Yeah sadly I really wish I didn't but if I want time off the the euros I can't take any more they will fire me" I said 

"You don't need this job if you want to work you can find another company to work for that is more flexible we never see each other as they always make you work overtime and extra days" Jude said 

"I know but my coworkers will end up with so much more to do and then I'll feel awful" I said 

"If that wasn't a factor would you prefer to stay or leave?" Jude asked

"I think I'd prefer to leave" I admitted 

"Then do it spend the summer with me and then look for a new job once the season restarts" Jude said 

"Are you sure I have some savings but not enough for a few months of not working" I said 

"I'm completely sure I can afford everything and I'd much rather you be happy and I want to enjoy the summer with you" he said 

"Then it's settled I'll hand in my notice later today and take the rest of my holiday to cover my notice period" I said 

Jude didn't say anything else he just kissed me and held me tighter. This definitely feels right and I can't lie that I'm really happy and relieved that I can spend the whole off season with Jude and experience pre season and the euros with him properly. 

[palskippah]

Hmmmm

Preg!Mario but hes in his cat or tanooki suit >:3

Hi!

Anon you're the smartest of the anons ever and also thanks for giving me an excuse to feel less embarrassed of posting preg cat Mario here ajskdjak

Here's some ideas regarding the cat suit when Mario's preggy bc about the tanuki suit I've got like one:

-When Mario's with the cat suit, his body becomes cat-like (surprise :0 omg) and that means he's much more flexible, so he really likes to use the suit when he feels overwhelmed at how much he can't do now that his pregnancy's so advanced. When he's a cat he can stretch like he wants, his belly doesn't feel as cumbersome and he can even loaf for a lil' while (until it becomes uncomfortable, and he has to change positions).

>It's for those reasons that, let's say that at the last weeks of pregnancy, Mario sleeps at night with the suit on. He sleeps soundly and wakes up feeling very rested, never mind whichever weird position he was in, he feels great.

>Now this is a problem for Peach's sleeping, because since Mario's able to pull weirder positions to sleep in, she often finds herself with a very pregnant cat just sleeping on top of her and snoring the loudest he ever has. The whole night. She doesn't say much about it, she's glad that Mario is resting and sleeping well, because before they figured out the Super Bell, he couldn't move much when sleeping, since any change in position could alter his comfort. He could be laying in his side, and if he tips a bit too forward his belly starts pulling at his back and makes it ache, but if he tips too backwards, the weight of the babies makes him feel short of breath- so basically he can't do anything without feeling discomfort.

>Before Mario was pregnant, he moved everywhere too when he slept at night, but Peach could easily hold him and pin him down and whenever he moved, she just hugged him and manhandled him to her own comfort, he always slept so deeply that he didn't really notice that he was being thrown around like a doll. BUT it's much harder when the small guy is pregnant with twins, it isn't just harder to move him since he's heavier, but also, she doesn't want to cause him discomfort nor jostle the babies too much. She doesn't want to move him around this time either, and yeah, she could just scoot away from Mario, but he always unconsciously looks around for her body to get closer. So, Peach stays right in the middle of the bed, it's much better being uncomfortable there, than at a little corner where she's still going to have Mario right over her.

-About tanuki Mario, the fact that they gain some weight when they have the Super Leaf was not pulled from my heart, the source is here SJDKSJ from Super Mario Broth's twitter. Also, I think it was the racoon power-up, but honestly I don't get the difference between that one and the tanuki one hwdwh

>So, he just feels a bit less agile with the tanuki suit on, so he doesn't use it as much unless necessary- prefers the cat suit the most :y

-One morning Peach finally snaps, and pretty much yells at Mario that she can't take it any longer and she's so sleepy. Mario jumped in place from her outburst but kept listening silently while she rambled about how Mario stays almost on top of her ALL night and he wouldn't let her fall asleep and it's been so many nights already and if she goes another night without sleeping, she'll go crazy- and when she's breathing to get her air back after all that, he says almost shyly, why don't you use a Super Bell too?

>And Peach pauses to look at him and then at the ceiling in such a deep disappointment directed to herself that Mario feels bad for having to resist the urge to laugh. Why didn't I think of that-? she asks herself, raising a hand as if ready to smack her own forehead, but then she redirects the hand and points a finger at Mario, You- I think the pregnancy brain is contagious, she mutters, with a crazed look in her eyes that completely comes from not getting her usual eight hours of sleep each night. And now Mario can't resist the giggle that left him.

>From then on, each night both sleep soundly, yippie!!

-Btw I love drawing sleeping characters with drool, it's like they're having a really good sleep aksdjsaj

-BTW look at the first drawing I made of tanuki Mario last night, to figure out how it was JSKSJD the silly

-ALSO, it was Peach who gave the solution initially askjdasd

[Mario's laying on his side partially while complaining about his back, Peach comes up with the solution of the Super Bell, and then there's Cat Mario deeply asleep in the same position as before aksjdsa]

[24hlevi]

Could you do Nagumo x gnreader from list 1 the very last prompt?

im hoping you meant the angst list cause thats what i did...if not feel free to send this in again! thank you for requesting 🫶

— SLEEP IS BETTER WITH YOU

nagumo (sakamoto days) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: prompt ("can't sleep?") from my 2.5k event

warnings: none!

for the past three hours you've been unable to get to sleep, staring up at the ceiling while your boyfriend slept like a rock beside you. you don't understand how he could fall asleep so fast and stay asleep when you could hardly get to sleep in general. you let out a huff of annoyance and rolled over onto your side, pulling the blanket up more and closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep.

that didn't work, you still couldn't get to sleep. you rolled over onto your back again and sighed, glancing at nagumo who was sleeping soundly. you tried closing your eyes again, and after about five minutes they opened again and you sat up in the bed, reaching over for your phone on the nightstand.

nagumo shifted next to you, slowly opening his eyes and seeing you turn on your phone. he blinked a few times and spoke. "why are you awake, baby? can't sleep?"

you jumped at suddenly hearing him speak, and you looked over at him, nodding. "i've been trying to sleep for hours. you're lucky."

"ah," he nodded. "did you want some tea? we might have some still," he asked, sitting up a little bit.

"if you don't mind," you replied.

"of course," he said, kissing your cheek before getting up out of the bed and leaving to the kitchen.

you looked back down at your phone, starting to scroll on social media as you waited for nagumo to return with hopefully tea and not some other random drink if there wasn't any tea. after about five minutes, he returned with a small cup of tea in his hands, slowly walking over to you and handing it to you. you put your phone down and grabbed it. "thank you," you said.

"no need to thank me," nagumo responded, walking back over to his side of the bed and laying down again. "you want me to put something on the tv?" he asked.

"no, that'll keep me awake," you shook your head. "just give me a few minutes to drink this and i'll go to sleep."

"i don't mind waiting," nagumo situated his arms behind his head as support. "take all the time you need."

you nodded silently, taking a sip of the tea and sighing softly. "what kind did we have?"

"i think it's just earl grey," nagumo answered. "i'm not sure, though."

"mm, didn't realize we still had it," you hummed, taking another sip. "good pick."

"it was all we had," he replied.

"oh."

"just kidding," he said with a laugh.

"ugh, you piece of crap," you gently shoved him.

"you love me~" he said in a singsong voice.

"you're lucky i do." you finished the tea and set it down beside you, laying back down beside him.

"i know!" he smiled, swiftly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, chest to chest. "if you still can't sleep you can nap throughout the day and i'll still sleep with you!"

"you could sleep for days if you wanted," you replied.

"only if it's with you!" he smiled.

"wow, that was cheesy."

"just for you!"

[frollosversion]

Hello! This idea has been itching my brain for a while now.

"How much of a Father am I?"

Frollo's slight backstory of raising Quasimodo.

This is a story about that phrase Frollo said to his ward:

"When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child, anyone else would've drowned you. And this is my thanks for taking you in as my son?"

This story will probably have three parts. This is gonna be part 1.

Part 2

Part 3

"What must I do?" Frollo asked the Archdeacon.

It was the first time Frollo spoke softly in fear. He never does it nor does he follow anyone's orders or commands. The only person that could tame his heavy heart is the archdeacon and maybe a tad bit of conscience.

"Care for the child..." Said the Archdeacon. "And raise it as your own."

Frollo's eyes widened at the thought of nursing a child let alone an 'unholy demon' (according to him). He was about to protest but his conscience still devours him alive.

"Excuse me? You what— I am to be saddled with mishapen—" he paused. "very well."

After few negotiations, they settled of letting the baby live in the cathedral's bell tower under Frollo's care. The church had becometh the child's sanctuary.

The Archdeacon was conflicted of Frollo's push and pull attitude the whole time but he was tolerant even after the murder of the baby's mom.

After the arrangement of everything— the room, the crib and other things, The minister tiredly puts the baby down. Just as soon as he did, the baby started wailing.

"Oh what the devil—"

"The baby is hungry, Frollo. Do something about it. I already did my part of staying and helping with all this. It's on you now." The Archdeacon calmly leaves the bell tower.

"Hey! Hey! How do I even—" Frollo ask with a trace of panic. "Father!!! Get back here at once!"

But the Archdeacon already left. He was left alone with the baby.

"STOP.. JUST STOP CRYING!!!" Frollo commanded which led to no avail. "I SAID STOP OR I'LL THROW—" no he can't.

"Fuck..." he mentally cussed.

"Milk..." Frollo immediately thought.

He looked at the baby and looked at his chest, madly thinking about breastfeeding the baby because it was his first instinct.

"Stupid of you to think that i can breastfeed you" He says, blaming the child for being hungry.

He wanted to ignore it but he knows he can't. One, it's noisy, two, it's haunting his conscience, three, he just wants everything to go back the way it was.

The night became complicated but he eventually had a solution of letting the child drink milk from the milk glass bottles they use in the olden days.

After a while, frollo sat down the wooden chair. The child had slept in his arms soundly.

"The fact that I have to to this everyday stresses me." He looked at the child. Despite the baby's deformity, Frollo had find it somehow angelic when it slept. It makes his heart soften towards the boy for a fraction of second.

"Right. I still have to name you. A name shouldn't sound like a name. I don't want to get too... attached."

That night, he decides to think of the child's name. He could've just named him any sweet name a child deserves to have but his heart was still bitter.

He could've named him like Alain, Von, Arthur, Gabriel, Blaise, Karl, or any other names but no...

"Quasimodo..." He speaks. "Yeah. That should do it."

Frollo gave the child a cruel name. A name that means half-formed. Quasimodo. He was downright menace on that one but he wants no attachments with the baby. He's doing it out of conscience.

Frollo wanted to just leave the baby in there and call it quits. But he refuses to. He's not gonna wait for his own soul haunt him if he goes back to the palace of justice and leave the baby here.

"Lord. You've sent me a test. This child is my cross to bear. But I shall prove you i am worthy of overcoming this. I'll raise this... thing. as promised."

Instead, he falls asleep... with the baby in his arms.

His night was fucked up and he just wants it to go back the way it was but he knows it's not gonna happen. This will be his first of many more routines in the future, but that night, he just wants it to pass.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 19 (Steddie X Plus Sized Reader)

A/N: Angst has once again entered the chat! Muahaha! No but for real this is angsty with emotions so proceed with caution. After talking with a few people I did forgo Steddie being intimate. Someone I talked to voiced my own concerns perfectly and I think it reflects in this chapter. Their goal is to protect the reader and make her feel good in every possible way. They don't see each other intimately in that way so it would feel out of place here. Thank you for all the people that participated in that poll and felt comfortable telling me their opinions!

This IS more an Eddie than a Steddie in this chapter.

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir/Master Eddie X Fem Sub Plus size reader, SMUT, Eddie wakes up the reader for sexy time, FLUFF, they love her, ANGST, lots of talk about Eddie and his trauma (child abuse), there not a lot of in-depth detail but he does talk about his feelings regarding his mother abandoning him and Wayne talks about the domestic violence she endured briefly and his feelings towards protecting his nephew. The boys do get into a fight with each other (verbally), Steve feels like he needs to protect the reader, Eddie gets a little rough with the reader in a sexual manner but Steve intervenes (very brief).

Word Count: 3853

The smell of cigarettes told you which one of them was on top of you, thrusting into you slow and deep as they jostled you from your sleep. 

“Mmm…Sir?”, you groaned as you tilted your head towards the slight panting in your ear.

“Fuck, baby. G-go back to sleep. I can take care of you.”

The grip he had on your wrists tightened as he pulled his cock back till just his tip was inside of you before roughly thrusting back in.

“Goddamn. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I—mmm—I couldn’t help myself. You looked so beautiful as you slept. I was just going to kiss and suck on your neck but…” You moaned eagerly as his pace quickened. “…your pussy was so wet, Y/N. It was like your subconscious…knew it needed me.”

“I-I always need you.” Eddie mewled louder at your confession. “I love you.”

“I love you to, princess. Cum with me, baby, please.”

Anytime either of them said please or begged you in anyway it always turned you on more. To be reminded that they need you just as much as you them is a comfort that just sends you over the moon. Releasing his hold on you, you wrap your arms around his neck as you both climax at the same time, suffocating your moans in his shoulder as he grunts into your neck.

Leaning back on the pillow, you snuck a cursory glance at Steve who was still sleeping soundly. Eddie followed your eye line chuckling as he kissed your lips. 

“Kid has always been a heavy sleeper, I swear. Do you need anything, sweetheart? Water?”

“No, Sir. I’m ok.” He grins as he rolls onto his back and you scoot closer to his side. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.”, he exhales as his eyes start to close. “Like I said…I just…you looked so…gorgeous…”

Your own smile grew as you watched him try to form words as he slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

***

“Daddy, you are going to burn it.”, you giggle as you sit on the counter watching Steve read the instructions on the back of the pasta box he had bought from the store. 

“How can I burn it? You just put it in the pan and let it simmer. Uh, what does simmer mean?” He turns towards the living room when he hears his friend snort out a laugh. “Shut up! Do YOU know what simmering is?”

Beaming at him, you tap his shoulder and turn down the heat on the stove. Eddie hurls his body over the back end of the couch when you guys hear a knock on your door that causes Steve to roll his eyes as you laugh. 

“Hey Wayne.”

“Hey. Um, can I come in for a bit?”

“Yeah of course.” The metalhead waves his uncle inside the apartment and as soon as his eyes meet yours you know something’s wrong. “Everything alright?”

Steve feels your body tense and promptly goes into protective mode moving closer to your side as he turns to face Wayne. He doesn’t understand why you’re on edge but he knows you are and that’s all he needs to put him in that particular headspace to keep you safe. 

“Um, sit down, son.”

Eddie’s demeanor finally caught up with yours as he straightened up his posture. “What’s going on, Wayne?”

“Did you guys know the fire made world news? Apparently, every paper wrote about it as a cautionary tale I guess. Since the world picked up on it, they’ve been following that suit those families filed against the mayor and his office. Uh…your names are in that deposition and they got a hold of it releasing the names of the people that were killed or hurt in the mall.”

“Ok? So, what’s the big deal?”

“Wayne…” All heads turned to you as Eddie’s uncle sighed. Jumping down from the counter, you made your way towards the metalhead with Steve cautiously trailing behind. 

“Edward, your mom called me to ask how you were.”

His eyes scanned over his uncle as the man slowly backed up towards the window he usually smoked at and lit up a cigarette. 

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her that you were hurt but Steven here got you out. I told her you both were doing better and you were happy.” You both exchanged another look before he continued. “She asked if she could talk to you…I told her that was up to you. She’s, um, coming down here in a couple of days. She wants to have dinner with you.”

You swore even though it was metaphorical you could still feel the wind of Eddie’s wall as it came up to enclose around him. 

“Yeah, welp, you can tell her I’ll pass on that.”

“Eddie…” His angry eyes swiveled in your direction silently commanding you to be quiet. 

“Son, I’m not going to tell you what you should do—”

“Good. Thank you for understanding.”

“BUT I think you should at least think about it. Maybe talk it over with Y/N and Steven here.”

“Wayne, I’ve thought about it. I thought about it since the day she fucking left. I’m not a little kid anymore and this choice doesn’t involve either of them. So, again, thank you but my answer is NO!”

The three of you exchange one final look before Wayne nods his head and Steve walks him out the door. 

“Eddie—”

“Y/N, I would advise you to rethink that before you fully commit to opening your mouth.”

“Don’t talk to her like that, Ed. She’s worried.”

The metalhead chuckles sarcastically as he takes a long drag before tossing his cigarette out the window. 

“This coming from the guy that talked down to her till senior year.”

“I grew up, Munson, and…I trust her.” Steve flashed you a soft smile before continuing. “Plus, I never did it to hurt her.”

“And I am?”

“You’re trying to shut her down so you can ignore talking about your mom.” Eddie shakes his head as he crosses the living room to leave but Steve quickly cut him off. “No. You forced me to talk about my dad when he flipped out and destroyed my stuff. I’m doing the same with you.”

“Oh. Alright.” The other boy threw off the hoodie he had been wearing and leaned against the back side of the couch as he crossed his arms. You turned off the stove and shuffled towards them but still out of the way. You honestly weren’t sure what exactly you should be doing or what to prepare for. You knew they would never physically hurt you like that but you weren’t sure if they would ever take swings at each other. 

“Go ahead, Steven. Play Daddy with me and tell me what I need to do.”

“That’s different, Edward, and I know you know that. As your best friend, I also feel like you’re making a snap decision.”

“Oh, you feel. I see. I didn’t realize she was your mother to. Tell me, how did you feel when she abandoned you with your dickhead dad? Did you keep hoping like I did? Did it crush you even after dad went in that she still didn’t come back for you? How did you deal with that garbage feeling of feeling like trash nobody wanted?”

“I know you’re trying to make a point, Eddie—”

“Y/N— “, he growls in warning.

“But you keep forgetting Steve does know what that feels like. That’s what he’s trying to tell you. He understands.”

Eddie gets that; he really does but you both can see how much he’s struggling with his feelings at the moment. 

“Move. Now.”

“I would give anything for my mom to stand up for me when it comes to my father. Growing up I just thought it is what it is but after the fire…Eddie, she didn’t even stay. He wanted to leave because Y/N stood up to him and she followed after him. So, yeah, I’ve felt that garbage feeling but SHE wants me.”, he gestures towards you. “Anytime I feel stupid or I feel like trash I remember we have her.”

Eddie’s glassy eyes met his for a moment. “Steve…move.”

“Let him go, Daddy.” He glances your way as you subtly nod and he does what you say, flinching as his friend slams the door behind him. Wrapping your arms around him, he holds you tightly to him. “You tried, baby. He’s calmer now then he was a few minutes ago. Let him think.”

############

That night you crawled into bed wearing the metalhead’s hoodie as Steve laid beside you gently caressing your face and hair. 

“Are you ok, Daddy? Do you need anything?”

“No, baby, I’m alright. I’m just worried about him.”

“Yeah…me to.”

You both fell asleep in each other’s arms until the loud stomping of boots woke you up a little after two in the morning. 

“Eddie?”, you called his name as you headed out into the living room, finding him in the kitchen chugging back a glass of water. His eyes widened when he saw you and he playfully threw his hands in the air causing the cup in his hand to shatter to the floor.

“Sweetheart! Na ah, it’s Master, baby. Goddamn, you always look sexy in my clothes.”

Steve skidded into the area assessing the situation and breathing a sigh of relief when it was just his friend. You, however, were extremely concerned as he drunkenly wobbled closer to you.

“Eddie, we were really worried about you.”

His palm reached out to gently touch your face before abruptly pinching your cheeks between his fingers. 

“Don’t make me say it again.”

The other boy started to move forward but your eyes never left Eddie’s as you held up your hand to stop him. He needed this. Eddie needed to be in control of something and you were always so willing.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

His lips crash down on to yours and you winced at the strong taste of alcohol that clung to him. Forcefully, he turned you around and held your back as he yanked down your panties, tossing them aside. 

“Eddie, you’re not even going to lubricate her or anything?”

“Jesus Christ, Steve, I don’t hear the safe word coming out of her mouth and I assure you she’s probably wet enough. Now either shut the fuck up or go back to bed. She’s mine to. Right, baby?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.”, you whisper.

His ring lace fingers came down hard on your behind making you gasp. 

“Louder!”

“Yes, Sir!” 

As Eddie began unbuckling belt, Steve stepped in and shoved him away from you. “No! I don’t care what she says. You’re wasted and you have zero control right now, Eddie! I’m not going to let you hurt her. You want to take out your frustrations on someone do it to me!”

“Steve…”

“Y/N. No.”

“Yeah, Y/N. Daddy’s in charge, right, Stevie?”

“I’m one of the people in charge of keeping her safe even if that includes from you.”

“Oh, really, Daddy? She’s not safe from me right now?”, Eddie mocks. “Get off your high horse, Harrington. I’d never hurt her like that.”

“You also said you’d never leave her, Master, yet here we are.”

The metalhead growled as he glared at his friend. “I didn’t leave her. I went for a walk.”

“To a bar?”

“Am I not allowed to drink? I didn’t realize that was a rule we set up.”

“We agreed that we would be more open and talk to each other especially after the incident with Christian. She’s been worried about you all night! We both have.”

“Just because you saved my life, Steve, doesn’t mean you own me. I don’t fucking report to you. I’m not your fucking sub.”

The boy can’t help but laugh as he folds his arms over his chest. “Start acting dominate again and I’ll stop treating you like one.”

“You’re BOTH not acting dominate.” They turn your way to find you glaring at them. “Eddie, I understand that you are in pain and you’re afraid of talking to your mom—”

“I’m not afraid…”

“Don’t interrupt me!” He tilts his head as you sigh. “I’m sorry. Steve’s right. I’ve been worried about you and I know you’re hurting. You were right when you said this was your choice but we love you. Our opinion about this does matter. Just like with what happened when Christian came to town… And you.” You turn to address Steve. “Eddie and I can handle ourselves. He wants to go out and fucking drink he can but then he has to deal with the consequences like us being angry with him.”

“And while I AM both of yours, I know when to use my fucking safe word! You’re supposed to trust me, Steve. Those are Sir and Daddy qualities! Now, I am fucking exhausted so if you two want to keep fighting and picking each other apart then get the fuck out and do it somewhere else!”

With that, you stomp towards the bedroom and slam the door. 

“Jesus Christ, I love that woman.”, Eddie sighs as his gaze shifts towards his friend. “Look, I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Steve. You’re right. I should have stayed to talk to you two but I fucking panicked, man. I reverted back to junior year Eddie Munson.”

“No. Junior year Munson was an asshole but the way you were before you left and just then…that was different…angrier.”

“Yeah. Maybe more of a 10-year-old, Eddie. I know you didn’t really know me yet around that time but…I waspretty fucking angry.”, he chuckles as he takes a seat at the table. 

Steve heads for the fridge and the metalhead mutters a small thank you as he hands him a water bottle and sits across from him. The bedroom door flies open as you stomp back out, now wearing a pair of Steve’s shorts, and throw your body into the chair next to Eddie’s. 

“I can’t sleep without you guys and I don’t like going to bed upset.”, you grumble making them smile. Glancing between them, you realize the energy has shifted to a much calmer one. 

“That first night she didn’t come home, my dad was furious. He always accused her of cheating on him so he thought he finally had proof and kept talking about how when she got home she was ‘gonna get it’. After the second day, he went looking for her and came up with nothing. The third day, he went to the police station and they did what they could at the time but they assumed like the rest of the town did… that she ran.”

Your arm looped through his as you tangled your fingers with his own to hold his hand. 

“A week after she vanished, Wayne got a letter from her saying that she was safe and that she would come for me when she had things in order. I was so excited that she was okay and packed a bag, trying to be prepared for when she was ready. Six months passed and we still hadn’t heard anything. My dad drank and came at me more since she wasn’t there.” 

You clung to him tighter and in response he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“One night, the fucker decided he was going to steal a car and go find her. An officer appeared at our door a few hours later with Wayne. When he went to trial, he didn’t even look my way…but I didn’t care because I thought ‘Hey! Now my mom can come home.’” Eddie chuckled under his breath before he continued. “It’s funny. I think even though I knew she was gone there was still a part of me that waited for her.”

“Did you ever stop?”, Steve asked in a gentle tone.

“Um, yeah…about two years ago when you came back from New York, Y/N. It’s going to sound fucking weird but…you left for two months. I kept thinking ‘Shit. She’s either not coming back or if she does she’s not going to want us anymore.’”

“Eddie…”

“But you did come back AND you wearing my jacket.”

“I wore your jacket the entire time I was there and fell asleep in Steve’s shirt. I wanted you two close to me.”

“Why didn’t she do that for me? We weren’t even technically dating yet, Y/N, but you still called and you came back. You thought about us enough to wear our clothes and bring us gifts. Two assholes, you barely even knew!” You softly smiled when he laughed until his shoulders shook and his laughter shifted to tears. “I was her fucking son.”

You climbed into his lap and hugged his head to your chest as he cried. Eddie’s arms hugged you tightly and Steve came around to do the same with you both as he leaned his head on his friend’s shoulder.

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“Hey, Y/N. Come in, come in.”, Wayne ushered with his hand after you knocked on the trailer door. “You know you don’t have to knock, sweetheart. You’re welcome here anytime.”

You grin at his kindness as you sit down on his sofa and wait for him to do the same.

“After some frustrated words and Eddie being Eddie…”, you chuckled and his uncle smiled. “…he asked me to make the choice for him to see his mother or not. He, uh, said he trusted my judgement and if I didn’t think he should go then he wouldn’t.”

“What did you decide?”

“I wanted to talk to you first.” His eyes widen in amusement as he tips his head towards you and smiles. “He’s only told me so much and I never push him. Last night, he told us about when she left and vaguely told us what happened with his dad between that point and when he ended up in jail.” You sigh as you look his way. “What was she like before she left?”

“Hm. She was a good woman or at least I thought so. She adored that kid especially when he was a baby. Lynn would always have him in her arms anywhere she went in the house. Sometimes she would sing to him and he would look up at her with those wide eyes like…” You laughed as Wayne mimicked his infant nephew. “As he got older, it became harder for her to hide my brother’s behavior. She tried her best, always taking Eddie out to the movies if she knew he would come home drunk or bringing him here to stay with me so she could go home and handle him. Honestly, Y/N, when I look back I feel like I should have known. The day before she left she asked me if anything ever happened to her would I look after Eddie instead of Allen. I told her of course, you know. I’d protect that kid with my life.”

“Wayne, why do you think she didn’t come back for him?”

He sighs heavily as he stands and opens his front door, lighting a cigarette as you wait for him to answer. 

“I don’t know. I really don’t and quite frankly…and selfishly… I was glad she didn’t after my brother went in. Boy’s life was hell for those six months and Allen never let me in. Every time I tried to check on Eddie, he said he was fine. That they were both fine and for me to butt out.” His sad eyes look you over as you come to stand beside him. “He doesn’t tell me about that time either and like you I don’t push him. Eddie gives me tidbits here and there for me to piece together some narrative but… I tried to give him a better life…do whatever I could to make up for what he went through.”

“You definitely did.” You softly smile in his direction. “I see a lot of you in him. He’s so sweet and the perfect gentleman.”

“Pfft, he better be.”

“More than anything I love how he sees me. Just like Steve, Eddie doesn’t see a weak, pathetic, nerdy fat girl. He sees a strong, confident, beautiful woman with extra curves.” Your grin grows when Wayne laughs. “You never saw a broken, bad little boy did you?”

“No. God no. I saw a good kid who, while he can’t still, has an active imagination and a good heart. I think that’s why him and Steven got along so well. The first time I met him, I half expected, well, Bill.”, he chuckles. “But he was extremely polite and wore his heart on his sleeve. All be it, a little to…”

“Aggressively?”

“You could say that.”, he smiles as he blows out a puff of smoke. “You, young lady, surprised me. The first time he told me about you, I didn’t think you were real.”

You couldn’t help but cackle at his assessment as you looked at him with confusion.

“Sweetheart, I swear to God, he described you like a one of his characters in his game. Like you were a princess locked in a tower or something! But over the last three years, I’ve watched him with you and vise versa. You’ve helped him in more ways than one and…I appreciate that.

You opened your arms wide as you leaned forward to give him a hug. 

“Thank you, Wayne. Not just for everything you’ve done for me but them to.”

***

When you came home, you found Eddie in bed with his headphones on as heavy metal blared into his ear while he drummed his fingers absently on his stomach. As you crawled onto the bed, his eyes shot open as he quickly removed the device from his head. 

“Hey. Hey. You’re home.”

As he started to sit up, you gently pushed him back down and laid your own head under his chin. His arms promptly wrapped around you as he moved some of your hair to kiss your forehead. You didn’t say a word as your eyes met his, staring at each other in comfortable silence. 

“I talked to Wayne today about your mom.” Your palm rose and fell against his chest as he sighed through his nose. “You trust my judgement and I trust his. Besides your dad, he knew her better than anyone. He’s…going to call her and set up a dinner at the trailer.” Placing your hand on his cheek, you caress his skin with your thumb.

“The three of us will be there to; Wayne, Steve, and me. After what he told me, I think you should talk to her but I’ll be damned if I’m leaving you alone with her.”

Eddie’s beautiful lips stretched into a wide smile as he leaned forward to kiss you. 

“I wasn’t going to hurt you last night. I promise I would never—”

“I know. I know, baby.”

“I’m glad Steve stopped me though. It’s very rare I push back into that particular headspace.”

“I’m here for you, Sir. No matter what.”

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Silver Run

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The group returned to the safe house, Ghost wanting to desperately push everyone aside to get to her, but he knew he couldn't make it obvious, but a part of him didn't care anymore. He needed to know if she was alright. 

"Watch the plates." Ghost warned Price as they entered the home, seeing that the lights were on and the long corridor that led to where he was sure Kiera was. Alejandro walked up to greet them, Ghost's eyes immediately going to the bloodstains that were on his shirt. Her blood. 

"How is she?" Soap asked him. 

He sighed, "Pretty rough, Hermano. This way." 

They all followed the Colonel through the corridor, opening up the double doors to reveal a workbench-type table, Kiera sitting in one of the chairs, weakly holding her vape pen to her lips. Thank God, they didn't take it from me, she thought, releasing a long drag, knowing damn well she needed it. It was stained with her blood, her cracked knuckles grasping it as if it were her lifeline as the prints from the pads of her fingers stained the glass of water next to her. She was still yet to drink from it. 

Ghost's heart sank and his fists clenched, suddenly wishing it was him that found her, knowing he'd kill those Shadows a hundred times over knowing they touched her. Soap was astonished as well, not able to take his eyes off her battered face. If he didn't recognize her by how she smoked or sat, he wouldn't know who she was. 

Her blonde hair was matted in the back from Graves' grasp, some strands still sticking to her face as the blood acted as a bonding agent. She hadn't looked their way as she was still stunned by the attack, thankful that she was still alive. 

"How are you feeling, señora?" Alejandro asked as Ghost and Soap followed him, Price and Gaz soon joining after relieving their tension with a much-needed drink. And a bloody cigar, Price thought. 

She exhaled another puff of smoke, looking his way with half-lidded eyes, her right fully swelled shut, "Like I just left the fucking spa." 

Her sarcastic remark caused Alejandro to chuckle as he admired her attitude. Soap couldn't take his eyes off of her damage, wondering how she was still conscious, but he could tell she was in throbbing pain. Ghost was still silent, desperately fighting the urge to tend to her like he would if they were home, but he knew he couldn't. Not now, anyway. 

"Jesus Christ..." Price muttered as he entered the room, taking a good look at her. 

"You need to drink that water, señora. And eat something." 

"It's fine," She sighed, slowly and steadily standing to her feet, reminding Soap of a newborn fawn. "I'm going to go lay down." 

She inhaled another drag, making eye contact with Soap before speaking, aiming her exhale towards the ground to avoid blowing the smoke in Soap's face, "You should see the other guy," She whispered to him before her gaze turned to Alejandro. "What doesn't kill us, Alejandro-" She began to say regarding the popular saying. 

"No, I don't believe that. I don't believe it makes us stronger. Harder, perhaps." 

She scoffed, "Hard is the goal."

Alejandro smirked, "I don't think you can get much harder." 

"I'm shooting for Teflon." 

He chuckled, "Down the hall and to the right. There's a shower in there as well. I'm sure you need it." 

"Very much so. Is my bag still in the car?" 

"Yes, señora. I'll go get it for you." He replied. 

"Bless you." 

Before she stumbled away, she glanced at Ghost, his eyes holding so much pain for her state. She knew he was angry as well as heartbroken, his eyes telling her that he wouldn't be far behind her. 

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The night was still young - Price and Gaz taking guard duty as the others slept, the pair puffing on a cigar as well as a can of Coke. 

Ghost awoke to the sound of water rushing through the single line above his head. Looking around, his other comrades were sleeping soundly, perhaps better than they have in days. Soap was sleeping on his stomach close by, his rifle ready to fire as his vest was hung on the nearby chair, ready to slip on when it needed to be. 

He slowly stood to his feet, remembering the layout of the house as he made his way to the bedroom that Alejandro let her use as it was the only room that had a bed as well as a shower. 

He slowly entered the bedroom, unaware that Price had glanced back after hearing movement, watching him go the direction of the bedroom. He knew Ghost had a spot for her, but he chose not to say anything. The bloke deserves it, he thought. They're just alike. Price had always been a type of father figure to both Ghost and Soap, as well as his second Sergeant, Gaz. 

Hell, Price had met his own wife while on duty, except she was a field medic. He would occasionally recall the times he and his wife would sneak off to spend time together in between missions. He shook his head and returned to puffing on his cigar, wishing the lad well in his relationship, hoping that they both made it. I'll be sure to make it to the wedding, He chuckled to himself.

Ghost watched as steam came from the area that the shower was in as well as a dim light. She had kept all of the lights off as any light shot a beam of nausea to her through her damaged eyes. He leaned against the doorway, watching her stand under the water, facing it as she let it roll down her bruised face. She hadn't noticed him yet unless she already knew he was there and waiting on him to join her. 

He slipped his clothes from his body, setting them aside, and stepped into the shower, wrapping his arms around her waist gently, afraid to hurt her even more. She continued to cry, her insecurities taking their toll on her. "I don't want you to see me like this." She frowned, referring to her naked body and not her wounds.

He placed a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder, "I see all of you, love." 

He looked down to see the battered areas on her body - bruises littered her back and legs, her face, arms, and hands being the worst of it. 

She scoffed, "Yeah, how's that going for you?" 

"I don't mind. Never will." He replied in a low tone, pressing another kiss to her shoulder. He wasn't there to be intimate but to be comforting to her in her time of need. Hell, if she told him she didn't want to see him naked, he'd put his clothes back on and still tend to her in the shower. Whatever it took, he didn't care. 

He heard her whimper out another set of tears. He wanted nothing more than to hold her for eternity, to show her that he would never hurt her, but love her with every fiber of his body. He didn't give a shit that she had cellulite on her legs or that one breast was bigger than the other, nor did he care that the polish on her toenails was flaking off. She was fucking real and natural, and that was enough for him. 

He let her cry, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. Instead, he reached down to grasp the only bottle of shampoo that was on the side of the tub, putting a small dollop into his palm before gently putting it in her hair, careful not to put too much pressure on her head as it was swollen as well. "He hit me here," She whispered, carefully touching the area around her temple, warning him to stay away from that area. "It hurts." 

"Okay, sweetheart," He whispered. "Does this feel okay?" He asked as he slowly massaged his fingers through her wet tresses, using his fingers to separate the strands that were matted together with both of his hands. 

"Better than I imagined." She replied, a smile desperate to show on her hurting face. 

"Good." He replied, continuing to massage her aching scalp with his massive fingers. I knew they'd be good for something, he mused. 

He heard her sigh before helping her turn around to rinse the shampoo from her hair. He didn't let go of her hand as she leaned her head back to rinse her hair, ready to catch her if she fell off balance. To anyone else, any man would've taken the opportunity to glance over her body to "see what they were working with," but Simon didn't. He knew she was insecure about her body, and he wasn't about to take advantage of it by looking. Instead, he kept his gaze on her head, ensuring that she was taking her time and advantage of the hot water. 

Once she was done, she was terrified for Simon to see her face, but she knew there was no going back now. She desperately tried to open both eyes, but it was painful, so she kept her right eye closed and looked at him through her battered left. She looked ahead at his torso, his dog tags dripping with water as she tilted her head in curiosity at the deep scar on his left pectoral. "What happened?" She whispered, bringing her hand up to trace along its jagged edges. 

His hand covered hers, "Knife fight." 

"What about here?" She asked, using her other hand to trace along the less-aggressive scar on his right shoulder. 

"Gunshot." 

She frowned, bringing both arms above her shoulders and wrapping them around his neck, the water showering the both of them as he held her, careful with his hand placement as he didn't want to cause more pressure against her aching skin. She ignored how he smelled of lead, sweat, and nylon from his gear. He was real. She felt his thumbs trace against the thin column of her back, feeling no restrictions there as it was another area that wasn't battered and cut. 

He hid his face in the crook of her neck, placing delicate and needy kisses there, afraid that she would be taken from him again, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. "You don't have to do that, love - taking care of me when it's you that needs it." 

"I need to," She replied, the vibration from her bare chest on his enough to send a chill up his spine, the feeling of someone caring as much about him being foreign to his being. "Reminds me that I'm not in the pit of hell anymore." She said, referring to the prison. 

"I love you." He blurted, his lips connecting with her shoulder as he was still too afraid to tell it to her face, ignoring the gnawing denial at the back of his mind. He knew she wanted him to say it when it saved her, but he didn't care anymore. He wanted her to know now - to know how much she meant to him before anything worse could happen, and he didn't care if it was too early in their relationship, but he knew that she was who he wanted to be with. 

He felt her pull back to look him in the face, her hand coming up to cradle his cheek, her aching thumb swiping at the growing stubble. She's going to tell you to fuck off, Simon, he thought. "I love you, too." She whispered, desperate to smile, but it was just too painful. 

He smiled, easing his forehead to press against hers, letting her close the distance. 

They held the position for a few seconds before his lips kissed her forehead where it met her hairline, "Let me take care of you." She whispered, looking at the bottle of shampoo that he sat on the side of the tub. 

He chuckled, "I'm too tall for you to reach, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you to strain yourself." 

She scoffed, "Just because I look like this doesn't mean I can't take care of you. Guess you'll just have to bend down, huh?" 

"I'll be fine, love. What you need is to lay down," He replied, kissing her forehead again, desperately wanting to kiss her lips, but he knew he'd cause an unnecessary sting to the split on her bottom lip. "I'll be in there in a second." 

"Really?" She replied, her eyes softening at the thought. 

"Only if you want me to." 

"I mean, you're risking yourself, Simon..." 

"Loving you is a risk I'm willing to take," he said, helping her rid her hair of excess water before letting her cling to his arm as he stabilized her to step out of the tub. "It also proves I'm not afraid of anything." 

She couldn't help but smile at his words, "You got that right." She poked. 

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After his shower, he changed into a clean set of clothing from his bag that was along with Kiera's, thankful that they were still able to re-steal the same Jeep from that night during the prison raid. He knew he had to return to where the other men were to avoid suspicion, but he was to the point that he didn't care. He knew nobody would say anything to him about it if he woke up before the others. He slipped on one of his long-sleeved shirts before easily lowering himself down onto the bed, watching how her body stayed still as she moved to lay on her aching side. 

"Goodnight, sweetheart." He whispered, assuming she was asleep and bringing the thin sheet to cover her chilled shoulder. 

"Simon?" She whispered. 

"Hm?" 

"Lay with me." 

"I am, love. I'm not going anywhere." He whispered. 

She motioned for him to spoon her, craving his warmth. He slowly slid his arm to where it was between her head and the pillow, cradling her against his chest as his hand gripped her upper arm, rubbing smooth circles on her skin as his left leg was between hers, holding in a wince as her cold feet came in contact with his leg as the pantleg rode up with his movement. "I wish we could stay like this forever." She whispered, toying with his fingers. 

"Me too, but not here," He replied, his fingers toying back with hers, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the top of her pinky and ring finger. One day, he thought as he rubbed the ring finger, mentally picturing that finger with a diamond ring on it. "Get some sleep, sweetheart." 

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hiii could you please write a jude imagine where the reader and jude have a lazy day at home and it’s cute and fluffy and he confesses he loves reader for the first time? thank you 😊

The L word • Jude Bellingham

GENRE: fluff

WARNING: none

PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x reader

Don't repost my content or I'll send an entity after you

Rb and feedback welcomed

My request are open for rn but I'll eventually close them

Masterlist coming soon

Enjoy

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you started to wake up. The morning light that flooded into the room blinded you making you groan and mutter a curse word under your breath. You tried to turn away from the windows Hoping that would relieve the discomfort of the blinding sunlight, but unfortunately you couldn’t move.

Wrapped around your waist was your boyfriend’s large biceps. He had spent the night after a long awaited date now he was holding you prisoner against him.

Jude’s soft snores filled your ears as he slept soundly behind you. You loved Jude dearly but it was awful hearing his snoring.

You moved Jude’s arm trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. Jude stirred, waking up from you moving him “stop moving.”

“Jude move your arm. I need to turn. Too bright.” You said with a groan.

Jude grunted but moved his arm anyway from your waist. You turned around facing him.

“you woke me from my beauty sleep.” Jude mumbled as he squeezed his eyes shut trying so hard to go back to sleep.

You laughed softly at his words. “Good morning to you too”

Jude laughed softly as a soft smirked played on his face. He opened his eyes looking at you.

“good morning.” He leaned over and kissed you.

Jude pulled away “How’d you sleep”

“I slept fine especially next to you.” You smiled at him as you brought your hand up to his jaw. You ran your finger over his stubbed jaw as you looked at him with so much love.

Jude felt his insides turn to mush. He’s never felt the way he felt for you for any of his past girlfriends. You were everything to him. The way you could make his shitty days better just by your smile made him go crazy in the inside. Even though you only been together for 5 months it felt like a lifetime with you. The best lifetime ever.

“Yeah?” Jude leaned over and kissed you again this time a little more passionately then the last.

“I don’t gotta train today.” Jude said once he pulled away from you. “maybe we can have a lazy day. Just relaxing and watching movies. What you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Ok.” Jude pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. “im going to make breakfast. You find something to watch.”

You watched as he slipped on a shirt and walked out of the door.

A good 30 minutes went by before Jude returned with your breakfast. You had already settled on a show for you both to watch and was just waiting for him.

“ok I made us some eggs and bacon.” Jude handed you the plate and took a seat down beside you.

“I’m surprise you didn’t burn it.”

Jude sighed and out the corner of your eye you could see him rolling his.

“you’re very funny. My laugh will arrive in 4 business days.”

You snorted before stuffing your mouth with eggs.

You both began to watch your show as you ate. The day flew by after that. By 6pm you both were exhausted from all the shows you watched.

As you laid in bed while the credit scene rolled in Jude couldn’t help but stare at you.

You were fucking stunning he thought to himself. Jude sighed causing you to look over at him.

“What?” You smiled and sat up on your forearm.

“I love you.” Jude couldn’t help but say those words. Sure it took him by surprise because he wasn’t expecting those words to fall from his lips but he definitely meant it.

You looked at him shocked.

“jude-“

“you don’t have to say it back but I just wanted to say it.” Jude started to panic thinking it wasn’t the best idea to have said that.

“No no Jude.” You took his face in your hands. “I love you too baby.”

Jude’s face lit up. “your for real?”

You nodded “I’d never lie. I love you.”

Jude couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.

“I love hearing that come from your mouth.”

“Yeah?” You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close to your lips. “yeah.” he muttered as his lips ghosted yours.

“well then I’m going to say it more.”

Jude laughed before fully pressing his lips against yours kissing you with a lot of passion.

Next Jude fic would be angst

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OMG I THOUGHT OF THIS AND I KNEW TO SSK INSTANTLY BEFORE I FORGOT!! 🩷

OM! Brothers reactions to mc who they dont know them too well and they sleep in longer than Belphie tehehe (then it turns out the slept that long because of jet lag? Jet lag? Relem hopping lag? Tehehe)

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Oh noooo😭😭😭

I feel sorry for all the people who have that, I hope you guys are alright and that your sleeping rythm is alright...

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MC who sleeps in longer than Belphie?

Lucifer was a little puzzled when he found you in your room. You were sleeping soundly, with a cozy blanked over and around you, and hugging one of your stuffed toys.

Your face however, showed some dark circles under your eyes, your brows furrowed, and your skin was rather pale. You looked very tired, even though you've been sleeping for more than ten hours.

He had to believe Mammon more now. It was the avatar of greed, after all, who said: "If ya don't believe me, then look for yourself! That human sleeps just as much as Belphie!"

It also didn't really help that you were not really a talkactive person as you rather kept to yourself, and the brothers didn't know you that good because of that.

Now, he sighed as he thought of a plausible reason as to why a human like you could even sleep that long without having to use the restroom or eat something.

Asmodeus stepped in because he needed some money from his sugar daddy oldest brother, and stumbled upon him examining you. The avatar of lust chuckled. "Oooohhh, does our little Lucifer have a feti- Ouch!", he yelped when Lucifer hit him with a rather hard pillow.

"Silent. I am thinking of a reason as to why MC is not awake yet. I mean, we don't know them very well, but still. I'm sure the normal human body can act just perfectly with just 8 hours of sleep."

Asmodeus rubbed his temple in pain as he thought as well. "Maybe they are doing some beauty sleep?"

Lucifer sighed. "I don't know...maybe? But let's have them sleep for a little longer before we wake them up."

...

Mammon grinned internally when Lucifer subtly apologized. Satan stepped into the kitchen where Mammon and Lucifer conversed. "Shouldn't MC be awake by now?", the blonde muttered, and Mammon looked at Lucifer.

"Yes, they should, but they are still asleep. I don't know why though."

Satan looked at the book he brought with him. "I don't know if this could be of use...but the book I'm currently reading tells something about some people who sleep in because of jet lag. It is when the sleep-rythm gets bothered when a person is in a jet, flying between continents and thus different time-zones, which messes up the rythm.", he explained and Lucifer made an "ah" sound in understanding.

Then he stepped into your room.

...

"...h-huh?", you grumbled as you stretched yourself. Lucifer stood before you, and he looked at you as you raised your arms. He had a concerned expression.

"Are you alright, MC?", he asked in a gentle tone, and you felt weird for some reason.

Lucifer was actually still a complete stranger, and it just...well, it made you feel weird, but you liked the feeling.

"Yes, I guess I just dozed off from swapping from the humanworld to Devildom.", you said softly, still a bit drunk from sleep, and the eldest brother nodded in understanding.

Just then, Leviathan stepped in with an excited grin as he pointed towards you. "I knew it! You're living the life of (insert a very long manga name which describes protag with jet lag)! ...I-I hope that you're okay though...", Levi muttered shyly when he felt Lucifer's stern glare on him.

It felt nice having people worry about you. You wish you could say the same to the people from your home...

"Thank you. I feel a lot better after my nap. I hope I didn't sleep too much?", you asked, as you yawned.

Lucifer looked at the watch on his hand. "You slept for nearly fourteen hours.", he stated, and your eyes widened.

"Whoah...", you chuckled with a concerned face, and Beel stepped in with some food. "I brought some snacks. I thought you might need it after nearly sleeping for more than half a day.", he murmured, and you thanked him with an excited grin.

"Really?! That's so nice of you! Thank you, Beel!", you exclaimed happily, and grinned even wider.

Beel gave you a close-eyed smile as he began eating a hamburger while you bit into a healthy salad. Leviathan ate some sushi while Lucifer dismissed you guys to attend to his duties.

'Living with you might be a little worrying, but at least you weren't loud...', Lucifer mused to himself as he thought about your behavior and lunged into his paperwork with a small smile.

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Heyyy I hope this was okay! I didn't put in Belphie because as I said in my last Obey me! post, he's a lil shit and I don't like him.

so please don't reuqest stuff where he's involved, or I'll intentionally ignore it. <3

Read you guys in the next post!

[guardkeywolf]

Hey! I'm the one who requested for the 7'3 male reader with a huge dog! And I want to say that was good thank you for doing it! :D

So I'd like to request again.....if you don't mind :D

So I was thinking of male reader that's the same height as köng and doesn't really sleep like he can sleep for an hour and survive a few days without sleeping since he's been in a unit where you have to wake up really early

And male reader having a pet bird (your choice) that just goes into his shirt and cuddle up between his big man boobs when he's cooking or taking his few hour nap if he ever feels tired.

Just a scenario or Headcanons your choice :)

But thank you again for doing my request hope you have a wonderful day!

You are very welcome and thank you for the request!

Since you didn't really specify if König and Male Reader were in a relationship, I kinda just wrote this from König's perspective and him watching this all go down lol

König + Male Reader with his Raven

It was surprising for König to see another man that was equal to him in height and size considering he was a mountain of a man himself

Only thing was, Y/n was the type of guy who didn't need much sleep, like another man he knew, and lurked around the base late at night, along with an ungodly silence that shouldn't even be humanly possible

If the Austrian did catch the man sleeping, if would be roughly for an hour or even less than that

Hell, König remembered when Y/n decided to take watch for them one night and while he slept soundly like a normal person, Y/n was wide awake each night, hardly looking drained each morning as well

Honestly where the hell did this man get his energy from?

König had no idea...

He couldn't help but ask Y/n, which he thankfully obliged

He explained how his old unit, (you can name them), were early risers

They didn't need much sleep to function in the field

Plus, most of their operations involved staying awake for long periods of time until the mission was complete

So for Y/n, being up late was natural to him

König could only look at the man in bewilderment as he could only imagine how someone could stay up so long and not go insane

Before he could ask, he took notice of the raven that was always around him

Y/n called it P/n and König was in awe at how comfortable it had become with him

P/n was around Y/n all the time no matter where he was in base

If he was cooking, the raven was cuddled up near his chest, or sometimes rest on his shoulder while peering down at the food

Sometimes König thought they were having their own little conversations about something and couldn't help but laugh if he caught Y/n and raven arguing too

If they had just gotten back from a mission, Y/n would tend to P/n first to make sure it didn't have any injuries then himself after

König could only coo everytime he saw you two

He hoped Y/n would soon trust him enough to let him near P/n and maybe even himself, but only time would tell between you two...

So, he continued to watch you both from afar

Comfortable with what he had with you now

Please REBLOG if you liked this!

Also, ADD THE TAGS IF YOU DO PLAN ON REBLOGGING THIS!

Again, thank you Anon for requesting this!

-Guards

[meluiloth]

For the drabble challenge:

Kili, thunderstorm ⛈️

Have fun!

Thanks for the suggestion!

Kíli never experienced a thunderstorm when he lived in Erebor; the Dwarven kingdom was so deep underground that no flash of lightning or roar of thunder penetrated into Kíli's world. He slept soundly in his room, with his little music box to lull him and his brother in the bed across from him. It was very different now. Instead of the opulent, comforting bedroom with luxurious beds and numerous mechanical toys, Kíli and Fíli shared the dingy wooden attic above his uncle Thorin's smithy; Kíli had the bottom half of a rickety bunk bed. This place did not feel like home, but Kíli had learned to be grateful to have a roof over his head, no matter how cramped it was. He had never paid attention to the sky before, as he rarely ventured outside the gilded halls of Erebor, so he did not notice when the sky turned dark prematurely and the air became thick and damp. He did notice when the first flash of lightning ripped through the sky, followed by the hoarse groan of thunder above. It frightened him terribly, and reminded him all too much of the fear of Dragon-fire. When he screamed louder than the pounding of the rain upon the thin wooden roof, both his mother Dís and his brother rushed to his aid. "It's all right, Kíli," his mother soothed, taking her youngest son in her arms and stroking his hair. "It's just a storm. A little rain and thunder never hurt any Dwarf." "I miss home," Kíli whimpered, his face in her beard. His mother was silent, but Fíli put a hand on his shoulder. "I do too ... but we've made it this far together, and we'll get back there. Even if we have to go through thunderstorms to do it."

I had fun with this piece - I don't usually write about the characters in The Hobbit, but I love the chance to expand lore and delve into characters I might not think about!

[lucy90712]

Thunderstorms- Gavi

The loudest clap of thunder I think I've ever heard woke me very suddenly from what was a great dream from what I remember. Shortly after the thunder the room was lit up with multiple bolts of lightening. That's when I knew I'd be awake until the storm passed I've always been scared of storms so unless I sleep through them I spend the entire time awake usually shaking slightly. It's such an irrational fear but I can't help but be scared although I have never told anyone that I'm so scared of storms because I don't want to deal with the teasing. My parents know that I used to be scared of storms but I imagine they think I've grown out of it which I wish I had but outside of that I haven't told anyone even my boyfriend. 

Another clap of thunder made me jump while Pablo slept soundly beside me. That man can sleep through anything I swear, he's slept through fireworks literally next door, thunderstorms and everything else that would wake a normal human being. I know he won't wake up on his own but I'm definitely not going to wake him as I don't want him to laugh at me at least not right now. Instead I just tried my best to get close to him as he slept in hopes that would help me sleep as cuddling with him usually helps me sleep. I shut my eyes and tried to relax but the constant noise and light was always on my mind so I couldn't let myself relax. My hands were still shaking and I could feel my heart rate jump every time there was more thunder. I know breathing techniques are supposed to help calm you down but even those weren't settling my nerves. All I wanted to do was shut myself in a dark room where I couldn't see or hear anything but that's not possible I have to stay here and try and sleep.

Cuddling into Pablo's side didn't help me one bit so I gave up and just kept tossing and turning which made Pablo start to stir. I stopped moving in hopes that he'd just go back to sleep but he kept stirring until his eyes opened. Some more thunder came and I tried so hard not to move or make a noise but the longer it went on and the louder it got I couldn't stop myself making a small noise out of fear. That definitely gave away that I wasn't sleeping as I felt Pablo turn over in bed and his arm touched my waist. 

"It's ok I've got you" he whispered in my ear as he pulled me into his chest 

"I'm fine" I said trying to convince myself more than him 

"You don't have to pretend baby I know you're scared but I'm right here to keep you safe" he said 

"How did you know?" I asked

"I see the way you always tense up when there's a storm and I could see you shaking" he said 

"But you've never made fun of me it's such a stupid fear if you knew why did you never tease me about it" I questioned 

"Why would I make fun of you it's not a stupid fear and even if it was there's no way I'd make fun of you I just want to make you feel better you could be scared of apples and I'd still do everything I can to protect you so thats what I'm going to do so remember if you are scared just tell me I'll be there for you like you are for me" he said 

"Thank you but apples really" I laughed 

"That's just the first thing that came to mind but you get the point" he smiled 

He decided to keep listing random things I could be scared off that he wouldn't make fun of me for while stroking my hair and back to relax me. This list got more and more ridiculous until he said that if I was scared of footballs we would have a problem but he'd still find a way to love me which made me laugh. I think his aim was to distract me and it was working as just listening to him talk as he rubbed my back was making me feel tired again. 

Just as I was starting to fall sleep some more thunder made me jump so Pablo came up with a new idea every time there was thunder or lightning he pressed a soft kiss to either my hair or my forehead. He kept talking and giving me kisses until I was struggling to keep my eyes open and I gave in and let sleep consume me. Being able to fall asleep during a storm is a big thing for me but it's only because Pablo is by my side. Him knowing about my fear is actually a huge weight off my shoulders especially knowing he won't tease me for it being able to turn to turn to him when I'm scared will really help me. 

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Gonna be SO honest, i've stopped reading most of the snippets you post, especially for the fics i'm most excited about, bc i don't wanna spoil myself too much and i prefer waiting for the actual update, HOWEVER i think i'm doing all of us a favor by doing this

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Thanks a million and happy writing!💕

That is so so fair! Some of them have been quite spoilery.

BUT THANK YOU!

Here are 75 new sentences for vamp!Eddie:

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Buck doesn’t sleep well. 

It’s not just readjusting to his old friend, the Diaz couch. Though that proves uncomfortable. Largely, it’s any noise, insignificant or not, that rips him from any small sleep he manages to find. Sophia getting up to use the washroom. Eddie shifting in bed. The buzz of the fridge from the kitchen. A car rolling down the street outside the house. 

Last time Eddie was under this roof, vulnerable, Buck had slept too soundly. 

This time, fearing he will evaporate like smoke and be gone by sunrise, Buck hardly sleeps at all. 

He wakes early, with the sun. He cracks open Eddie’s door ever so slightly, just to confirm he’s still there. Real, not a phantom. Not a wish so frantically wanted, that his brain allowed him to slip into delusion. Eddie lays very still under the covers. Breathing a touch rigid. He’s real. He’s changed, but he’s real. 

Buck does something he has rare occasions for these days. Something he needs to get back into the habit of, with Chris coming home. While the Diazes sleep, he cooks a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes. He uses the good coffee beans, even. All the stops. They have a hard conversation ahead of them, today. One that won’t be made easier by an unsatisfied stomach. And, besides, who knows how long it’s been since Eddie had a good meal. He’s looking a little haggard. 

Cooking rouses Eddie and Sophia within minutes. Typical. Both of them. And Chris. All drawn to the smell of pancakes like beagles. He’d put on Adriana being the same way, even though he has only met her briefly, on two occasions, in 2019. 

“Morning,” Buck says to Eddie, who emerges first. “Sleep okay?”

He pretends that seeing him, walking towards him, doesn’t make his knees shake. 

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I was really tired.”

“I’ll bet,” Buck replies gently, ignoring the heaviness behind his own eyes. 

Buck grabs a mug and reaches for the coffee pot when Eddie stops him.

“No coffee, please. Do you have tea? Herbal?”

Buck looks at him like he’s an alien. 

Eddie’s lips quirk. “Caffeine has no effect. Uh, and it doesn’t actually taste that fantastic when you aren’t dependent.”

Buck blinks. “I didn’t know that.”

“Why would you?” Eddie asks. 

Well, because Buck has made it his mission to know everything. 

He shrugs, instead of saying so. “Lemon ginger okay? Or, I think Soph has cinnamon.”

“Oh, ginger please.”

“Okay,” Buck mumbles, then reaches for the electric kettle. 

“Sorry,” Eddie says quietly, as Buck fills it with water.

“For what?” Buck asks.

“Um…” Eddie struggles for an answer. “Not being the same, I guess.” 

“That’s hardly your fault.” Buck says. But he doesn’t look at Eddie as he says it. Instead, he searches the cupboards for tea. “You’ll still eat my pancakes though? I know you need to eat.”

“It’s food or the other thing,” Eddie says. “So, yes to pancakes.”

“Does it taste the same?” Buck asks.

“No.” 

Buck’s stomach twists. “Sorry. That sucks.”

“Not bad. Just different. Each ingredient is a bit stronger. More separate.”

“I think that’s how dogs experience smell,” Buck muses.

Eddie snorts. “So I’m like a dog?”

[vorchagirl]

writing prompts

14 and 25 for your choice of Ryder

A/N - Thanks for the prompt! Combining "she clouds your judgement" and "we have three hours" was a little difficult, but I made it work! Enjoy! I went with Reyes & Cerys, set well before High Noon.

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"You told the Pathfinder?" Keema's voice rose sharply, and he felt her pin those luminous blue eyes on him.

"Yes." Reyes didn't look up as he continued flicking through reports on his datapad.

He'd known she would would make a big deal about this. She liked Cerys, but she didn't trust her any more than she trusted Sloane. The Pathfinder was an outsider, and one of the invaders who wanted her people's land.

"You told her you're the Charlatan?"

He finally glanced up. "Yes."

Keema rose from her seat at the bar and joined him at the table. "Are you mad? She's Initiative, Reyes! She's practically the enemy! A useful tool for taking out Sloane, yes, but she'll betray us the moment her superiors give the order-"

"She won't." Reyes set the datapad down with a sigh. "She's on our side and she wants Sloane out as badly as we do."

The angaran woman scoffed. "I highly doubt that. She hasn't had to live under Sloane’s thumb! Scraping a living and struggling to survive while the bitch bleeds us dry! She didn't have to watch as Sloane introduced a drug into slums that reduced my people in gibbering wrecks! And your precious Pathfinder doesn't have to live with the threat of beatings and violence if we don't pay protection fees!"

He drew in a deep breath and picked up his whiskey as Keema ranted, watching the condensation bead along the rim.

"Nevertheless," Reyes broke in quietly, but with enough conviction that Keema shut up. "She is the one who got the drug out of the slums, and she's made her stance on the beatings and violence clear. Cerys hates Sloane and wants her dead. The Pathfinder will help us, I've ensured her loyalty."

His body clenched as he remembered exactly how they had sealed their deal in his hideout in the Draullir caves. He could still feel her body against his, could still taste her kiss on his lips. Cerys had been everything he'd thought she would be and more, because despite her good girl exterior she was a very very bad girl in bed.

The rest is under a cut!

And she was very susceptible to his charms.

Keema’s eyes narrowed and her lips curled ever so slightly as she read his expression. Reyes didn't flinch under the scrutiny; he liked Keema. She was useful and she recognised an opportunity when it came along. But her mistrust of Cerys Ryder was blinding her.

"You slept with her, didn't you?" A knowing smile slid across her face and she tossed her head back and laughed throatily. "Reyes Vidal, the consummate player got played by a goody two shoes Initiative woman barely out of her teens. I never thought I'd see the day when a woman whipped you so soundly."

Reyes clenched his teeth at her phrasing and set his whiskey down without taking a sip. "I didn't get played, Keema, I-"

"But you did sleep with her despite your policy of not mixing business with pleasure?" She sounded intrigued, and she reached for his glass, draining the whiskey one gulp. "Know what I think? I think you're blind when it comes to the Pathfinder. I think she clouds your judgement until you can't see straight-"

Reyes grinned and shook his head. "No. I've just tied her to us so tightly that she can't betray us, even if she wishes to. If she does, the Initiative will find out just how much she's meddled here on Kadara. She's done things the Resistance would crucify the Initiative over, and she's already become involved in our little Exile war - something the Initiative has forbidden her from doing. Trust me, she's on our side."

And of course, he had slept with Cerys to seal their deal, but not because he'd planned to. He liked her and he'd wanted her. She made him feel things he hadn't felt for a long long time. And perhaps most importantly if all, she gave him hope that maybe he could succeed here on Kadara and turn things around.

Keema watched him carefully and finally sighed, setting the empty glass down. "I think you're a fool, but if you trust her, then I'll trust you." She leaned back and smiled. "And if she tries to betrays us, if I even suspect she'll betray us, I'll have her killed. Fair?"

Reyes glanced up as a flare of anger shot through him at the threat. Cerys was his now - if anyone tried to harm her they'd find out how dangerous he could be. Would Keema would do it, he wondered. Probably not, but if she did hurt Cerys he would rain hell down on her and her people in retribution.

She had to know that.

He bared his teeth in what he hoped looked like a smile. "She won't betray us."

"Fine," Keema waved a hand, dismissing the Pathfinder. "But onto more pressing business, have you decided which of Sloane’s men you'll use to take out Kaetus?"

Reyes' smile stretched into a genuine grin, and he passed the datapad to Keema. "I have. The bastard won't stand a chance, and Sloane will fall for this hook line and sinker. The turian is her weak spot and she'll go ballistic when we hurt him."

"Hmmm," she nodded as she flicked through the names of the men, her expression approving. "Good choices. Have you decided when this little event will take place?"

"Three hours from now."

Keeme's head jerked up in surprise. "You don't waste any time, do you?"

"The longer we wait, the greater the chance that one of the men will have an attack of conscience. I won't risk that. It happens today."

He lounged back in his seat and gazed around the room at the assembled Collective Representatives, his most trusted lieutenants ready to follow his lead and die for him. The chess pieces were in place, all he had to do was make this final move and it would be checkmate for Sloane.

"Today," Reyes met Keema’s eyes and held her gaze, "Sloane dies."

She grinned and poured them both another whiskey. "I'll drink to that."

[writerwrightlegend]

13 Days of Halloween:Day 3. Witchcraft.

Summary:Ophelia attempts to make a dream potion to help one of her friends sleep well.

"Okay, let's see here."

Ophelia looked through the list of ingredients that she would need for the dream potion.

"Lavender, mandrake seeds, starlight butter, snake fangs, time stones, and wish tonic."

She grabbed the ingredients and set them down on the table before getting the cauldron ready. She filled the cauldron with water and lit up the fireplace and let the pot warm up. As she waited for the pot to warm up, her friend, Sally, looked at Ophelia with a concerned look.

"Is this really going to help Adam sleep?"

"Yeah, this'll get rid of the night terrors that he's having and replace them with a pleasant memory."

"But... isn't Adam against the idea of using witchcraft?"

Ophelia checked the pot to make sure it was nice and warm.

"Yes... but, I'm not going to let him struggle with his night terrors."

Ophelia began reading the recipe.

"Let's see... grind up 50 grams of lavender and 30 grams of mandrake seeds... wrap two snake fangs in starlight butter... break 9 time stones... and pour 100 milliliters of wish tonic..."

"Sounds easy enough."

She grabbed a mortar and poured the 50 grams of lavender and 30 grams of mandrake seeds into it and began grinding it finely. Once it was grinded up, she poured into the pot. Next, she took out the starlight butter and kneaded it before wrapping a pair of snake fangs inside of it and putting it into the pot. She took a break from adding the ingredients to stir up the pot in order to make sure that the ingredients were melting together. After that, she grabbed nine time stones. The stones were easy to break by hand and so she crushed each one with her hand before putting it in the pot. The last thing she did was pour the 100 milliliters of wish tonic into the pot.

As she continued stirring the pot, Sally noticed someone walking towards the entrance of Ophelia's house.

"Hey, I think someone is coming."

"Just a sec, its almost done."

Just ad Ophelia finished stirring, the potion turned into a glowing purple color. She poured it into an empty bottle and used her wand to hide her stuff as if none of this had happened. Sally checked outside again before hearing a knock at the door.

Knock knock!

"Ophelia, it's me, Adam."

Ophelia immediately opened the door to welcome in her friend. He slumped into the room. There were circles under his eyes.

"Man, you don't look so good."

Adam blinked a few times before responding to Sally's comment, it was as if he was struggling to recognize her.

"Oh... um... I'm fine..."

"No, you're not. You've got bags under your eyes and your limping around like the undead."

Ophelia dragged Adam over to a chair and sat him down.

"I'm glad you showed up. I made you some tea to help you with your sleeping problems."

Ophelia stepped into the kitchen as Adam just nodded in response before struggling not to nod off.

Ophelia made a basic lavender tea before adding in the dream potion and mixing it together. She brought it out to see him still struggling to stay awake. Sally was occasionally poking his shoulder to wake him back up. For the brief moment he did fall asleep, he woke up with wide eyes and a slightly shaking body. Ophelia set the tea down in front of him.

"Thank you..."

He mumbled before drinking the tea. As he finished it, he suddenly felt very tired and placed his hand on Ophelia's shoulder. Ophelia couldn't be more happy. The dream potion had clearly worked as he slept soundly next to her. She picked him up and carried him to the guest room before leaving him in bed.

"So... he won't have any night terrors anymore?"

"Yep. No more nightmares."

Ophelia and Sally decided to go to bed since it was late.

[lyon-amore]

AU // University

   After months of stress, I was able to sleep peacefully after knowing the results of my exams. But if it hadn't been for Jake's help, I would have probably ended up sick. I had tried to avoid it, since he was already busy enough with his work to take care of me, but he had insisted. So, after everything he has done for me, I want to reward him now that I am free from exams, by taking care of him now.

    I wake up and slowly sit up, checking to see if he's sleeping soundly. I touch his face, but he doesn't respond. I give him a quick, careful kiss on the cheek, lifting his arm from my body to get out of bed. If it weren't for my decision, I would stay in his arms longer. But I'm determined to prepare everything he likes for him. It's time to pamper him a little. It'll be Jake's week: Watching his favorite movies and series, watching him play while I'm sitting on his lap or even if he wants to go somewhere special. I'm not going to let him get all the attention because of my good grades.

    After showering and putting on comfortable, clean clothes, I grab all the ingredients to make pancakes. I bought them yesterday, deciding that the first thing I would make for him would be a delicious breakfast.

    I avoid eating the ingredients while cooking, I tend to snack a little while cooking and then barely eat because I'm already satisfied, but with Jake, things have changed. Now when we meet up, depending on whether it's in his apartment or mine, each one cooks for the other. But as I mentioned, he's done everything these months.     I smile while I do it, it feels like we're married, but we haven't even talked about it yet, we prefer to do it when I'm done with university. Maybe more for my father, because he would surely have a heart attack if we decided to run away now and do it without anyone knowing... Although it's not a bad idea.

    I chuckle at the thought as I finish decorating. I'll leave the cream and syrups up to him.     I feel his arms wrap around me and I turn my head slightly, watching Jake.

    "And this?" He asks while giving me a kiss on the cheek, "Did you really get up early to make me breakfast?"

    "I was very hungry after last night,” I answer, placing my hands on his arms, caressing them.

    "Do you mean lying on the bed and snoring?" He jokes and I give him a little tap on the arm, laughing.

    "Hey, I deserved to sleep, just like you," I change my tone to a sweeter one, "we've been very busy, we deserved to rest."

    "The fact that you slept first calmed me down, you have been nervous until the results came out," he caresses my cheek, also with a sweet tone, "and I liked watching you sleep."

    "Wow, I'm glad to know that, Edward Cullen."

    He rolls his eyes at that way of calling him. Still, he knows my love for the saga films and has never laughed at me. And we've both watched our favorite series to get a feel for each other's tastes. We feel great sharing our tastes.

    "I will let you pass this time," he tries to put on a more serious tone, but a smile escapes, letting me understand that he is not offended.

    "Thank you for letting me know," I pick up the jar of cream and start shaking it. "Do you want cream on your pancakes, syrup or both?"

    "Mmm... I think I will choose―" I don't let him finish the sentence because I've put the cream on his nose.

    He keeps his eyes closed, taking a deep breath while I laugh.

    "I'm sorry, it was too tempting," I continue, laughing.

    He nods and takes off the cream and thinking that he's going to eat it, he puts it on my face, leaving me surprised.

    "No..." I try to put a more serious tone as well, holding back my laughter. "You haven't."

    "So you can do it and I cannot?" He asks, separating himself while leaning on the counter.

    "I've showered," I tap the boat, prepared for another attack.

    "It is okay, you can do it again," I see how he picks up the other boat and moves it, also getting ready.

    Just like in a Western movie, we watch each other for who “shoots” first. He has a smile on his face and his shoulders are relaxed. I'm glad to see he's having fun.

    "You should be careful Jake," I arch an eyebrow, with a tone of superiority, "you're facing a natural battle expert."

    "Please, I have fast fingers," he lets out a small laugh.

    "Oh, I know that perfectly," I smile maliciously.

    It's that moment of distraction when I see him blushing and clearly realize what I mean that I take advantage of shooting the cream in his face, to run away and avoid him shooting me later.

    "No distractions!" He exclaims as he follows me.

    I turn around to shoot him again, but he manages to shot me in the face.

    "I told you so," I wipe the cream from my eyes and watch him blow on the bottle as if he were blowing away the smoke from the gun.

    "You wanted it," now I'm the one who chases him and hides behind the sofa.

    I put the cream in my hand, ready for a surprise attack. I climb onto the couch, getting on my knees, and when he picks up the can, since he hasn't noticed my other hand, I throw the cream in his face.     I start laughing, seeing how his face is now covered in it. He wipes the cream from his eyes and it's like watching grass appearing after a snowfall.

    "Appetizing?" I leaned on the couch, licking a finger full of cream.

    "Too much, do you want to try?" He brings his hands full of cream closer and places them on my cheeks.

    "But―"

    He gets up and jumps over to the couch, knocking me down and the rest of the cream falls on me, while he begins to tickle my body.

    "That's cheating!" I say between laughs

    "As far as I remember, we haven't said what tactics we would use, angel," his voice is full of joy. I like that he is this happy after all the stress he has also been through.

    Little by little, the intensity decreases until he stops. I take a deep breath trying to get air after being exhausted from laughing so much and we sit up on the couch.     I rest my head on his shoulder and Jake puts his arm around my waist, pulling me to him.

    "Thank you, Jake," I look at him more calmly and sincerely, "for everything you have helped me these months even though you were not obliged to."

    "I was worried that you might get sick," he answers worriedly, "I cannot lose you, Macie."

    "You're never going to lose me," we still have some leftover cream, which makes the situation funnier, "and now it's my turn to take care of you," I say while I make them walk over his body with my fingers. You've been busy for me, so I must return the favor.

    "I do not want you to worry about me, I am―"

    "Hey," I place my hands on his face, getting on my knees. I stare into his eyes, worried by his words, "I don't want you to say that you're used to it. You deserve to be taken care of from time to time too. It's not bad to ask for help when you need it," I brush some cream from his bangs and watch his eyes shine, "I don't want to lose you either, Jake. If you need me, I need you."

    Jake stares at me, like he's about to cry from the way his eyes are. Watery.     Instead, he smiles. He takes some of the cream left on my face and places it on my lips slowly, feeling his skin.     He moves closer to my face and kisses me, tasting the cream. I respond to the kiss by getting on top of him, holding on tightly to his shoulders. He's only wearing his pajama pants and I'm only wearing a shirt and panties, so I can feel his erection.

    And for some strange reason, I associate it with breakfast. Remembering what I had prepared.

    "By now the pancakes will have cooled down," I put my arms around his neck, without getting off his lap yet. "Do you think it's okay if I heat them up? Although they won't taste the same."

    "If you did it, they will still be just as good." He places his hands on my waist, tracing circles with his thumbs.

    I tilt my head, hesitant. I know how to cook, but I'm not a chef.

    "Jake?" This time I get a little serious, not that I want to, but it's because of a strange feeling. Everything is being too perfect with him that it scares me.

    "Yes, Macie?" From the way he talks I know that I've worried him a little.

    I bite my lip, looking for a way to say it. I don't want to ruin this moment.

    "Promise me that all our mornings are going to be like this," this time, I change to a sweeter tone.

    Jake sighs, moving my hair out of my face, to look at me better.

    "I promise you," he takes one arm from his neck and kisses my hand, "that is how I also wish our mornings were like that, I cannot see them any other way since you are in my life."

    And with those words, I give him another sweet kiss.

I hope to continue to have a future with Jake. There is no other person who can fill me with this feeling of love and joy other than him.