#found a letter from her while I was cleaning my room today and now I feel awful

[imthatqueerkid]

play them closer, please

all the songs you wrote for her while you were

holding me

did your fingers ever stop?

did your mind know peace in my arms?

[tosksuki]

HES BACK!~

Paring: Kento Nanami x reader

WARNING: one slap😭😭😭, wine , breeding , overstim a lil bit, Kento calls you mommy! Yum! Just think nasty but nothing crazy but you get pregnant hehe?! If there are mistakes lmk i did not go back and edit it! Oopsie poopsies!

WordCount: 2.4k

Plot: Your husband finally comes home from deployment after a long couple of boringish months! You missed him as much as he missed you and after spending all that time with that mean ole sergeant there wasn’t anything wrong with a little babying……

Your husband after being gone for over half a year finally comes back home today! Its been so long, you were able to call or text since the service was poor, wasn't able to send as many letters you would've liked to either. To be honest you didn’t have many friends so you often found yourself lonely. You missed being able to lay up with the huge man. And if you were being honest you missed the sex!

Of course you had videos and tapes of the two of you to watch when you weren’t together but your hands neither your secret stash of toys were good enough! Youve worn all of his t’shirts and button ups being sure to spray some cologne on it just to go to sleep…or while you rode your dildo sniffing the scent wishing it was him so bad. Still not enough.

The entire week you spent getting ready for his return! Giving the house a nice deep clean and filling up the pantry with groceries. You ordered some new lingerie for his return home , praying he won't be too tired to see you in it. Now it was the big day, he wouldn’t be home till night so the entire day you groomed yourself, getting your hair, nails, toes, and lashes done. You put on a simple wayyy too short dress before you headed to the kitchen.

Your phone gave a ding as you checked your notifications. Your husband texted you he just arrived at the airport and was now on his way home. You bit your lip in excitement when you texted him back. You busied yourself with cooking, afterall your poor man was definitely sick of MRE meals.

An hour goes by and you plated the meals filling up glasses with some nice wine. You laid fresh clothes on the bed for him to change into. Just as you finished the doorbell rung, you immediately bolted to the door. “Who is it?” You yelled knowingly, “A robber!” The familiar voice said back. You threw open the door “NANAMII MY BABY” you said jumping onto him, catching him by surprise he stumbled a little bit before catching you with one arm. The action made your stomach churn, the man infront of you gave you a big toothy grin “I missed you honey!” He said through his deep laugh.

You gave him a big ole kiss wrapping your arms around him just to savor the moment. You stopped to grab his face and kiss all over it which made the man squeeze you tighter. He carried you while he walked inside your big penthouse closing the door with his foot. He dug his nose into the crook of your neck to get the smell of you he missed so much before giving it a quick kiss. “I made some food for you” you giggled as he put you down. “I kinda wanna eat the woman infront of me” he whispered hovering over you , you looked so much smaller compared to him before. Maybe it was because he grew so much muscle in these months. You weren’t complaining though, you were loving it.

“Hmm well I think you can have her for desert?” You sent him a wink. “Besides I think you’re pretty hungry…” you said pointing towards his growling stomach which made the two of you laugh. You grabbed his hand taking him to the dining room where the food sat but he was too busy watching your ass jiggle against the thin sad excuse of a dress. It barely covered half of your ass, the poor man had to shift his hardening dick in his pants. “Hey, eat eat eat!” You pushed him into the chair taking a seat across from him.

“Yes ma’am” he said, stuffing his mouth full of the food. “Can you get me a glass of water honey?” He requested, just an excuse to see you walk away. You placed the cup infront of him “there you go baby, muah” you emphasized giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you honey” he groaned but it was quiet enough that you weren’t able to hear it. “What did I miss while I was gone?” He questioned. “Mmm, OH! My sister had her baby” his heart thumped in his ears hearing the word baby. He’s been thinking about it for a few weeks, the idea of pumping you full and you carrying his kin made him excited.

“She actually ended up having twins, a boy and a girl” you said a smile plastered your face. “Let me show you”. You walked over to where you husband sat, taking a seat on his lap. You scrolled through the photos of you carrying and playing with the babies, your sister in the background of some sleeping her day away. “Dont you think we should have one of those?” He cooed in your ear pulling you against him more. You could feel his solid print twitching against the fat of your ass but you acted like you didn’t, innocently shifting a little making him grit his teeth. “Yeah! I been thinkin about it… you would be daddy ken” you laughed turning your head to face him.

“Can I have dessert now?” he pleaded eyes becoming hungrier as you left his lap already missing you. “Yeah baby” you whispered into his ear licking the soft skin. “Wanna take it to the bedroom” he eagerly nodded rushing the cold water down his throat to gain a pinch of sense. You took his hand leading him to the soft bed before pushing him to sit down. “Lemme make you feel good okay?” You gave him a kiss, a kiss that showed how much you missed him. He whimpered into your mouth as your tongue found his fighting for dominance. His hand cupped the back of your head before pulling you closer making the kiss sloppier. You pulled off his clothes leaving him bare.

His cock standing up slapping his torso, his tip was flushed and leaking excitedly. “Spit” you commanded and he spat into your hand leaning back a little further. He watched desperately as your hand rubbed and teased all over his length. “Please…” he whimpered as your hand moved slowly up and down. “Please what Ken?” You licked the corner of his lips “youve gotta use your words” you said gripping his thigh with your free hand. The action made him tense , he was embarrassed. After dealing with that mean sergeant nonstop you figured some babying will do him good.

“Ma’am please stop teasing” he groaned gripping your wrist. The new nickname made something ignite a slightly new side inside you. “Good boy” you cooed at him before twisting your wrist in an up and down motion. You added your other hand going the opposite direction making sure to cover the whole length. “Aha thank you” he was quivering under you. “I missed you so much” he wailed as your lips wrapped around his crying tip. You slowly took more into your mouth bobbing your head gently. Your eyes shot up at your husband, he was crumbling under you, the man watched your every movement with hearts in your eyes.

His hand found its way into your hair rubbing your scalp his breathing was getting heavier and you could tell he was gonna near his release. “You gonna cum f’ me already?” You questioned the quivering man. He nodded which made you slap his thighs, “yes ma’am” he whispered as his hips mindlessly rutted into your mouth. When you went back down you stuck your tongue out and opened your throat before letting him all the way in. The very loud and shameless gagging could be heard. He was such a mess moanin spewing out please and thank you.

“Im gonna cum honey” he said through vigorous moans and thrust. The spit and bubbles falling from your mouth dropped to his balls making them wet, you massaged them gently. “Can I pl-please” you swore he was about to cry, “just a little bit longer baby then you can i promise” you said giving his length a kiss. Your tongue wrapped around his tip viciously before you swirled it around. The man was losing his sanity looking at the filthy scene infront of him. “Mommy…” he whimpered quietly, “please let me cum” the name made you nearly cum yourself. “You’re so cute of course you can Ken” you commanded him, immediately he shot a heavy and thick load in your mouth.

“S-so go-od uh mhm th-thank youha so muc-h” he moaned loudly as his hips thrashed. You held your tongue out and made sure to lick him clean praising him “so good, mommys good boy Ken” you teased the new nickname at him making him look away from your gaze before you swallowed. You slowly stood up before slowly pulling up your dress revealing your new lingerie. Your panties were thin and crotchless and your bra was lacy and see through your tits practically spilled out the material. “Fuck me” kento scootched back on to the bed as you climbed over him. You looked at him like you were a predator and he was your prey. “Thats the idea baby, be patient” you squeezed his thighs slightly arching to give him a small view of whats next. You crawled over onto his lap before sitting down on his torso.

“Wanna see how much mommy missed her sweet husband's dick?” You spreading your legs open leaning back slightly to give him a view of your pussy. You put 2 fingers in your mouth sucking them lewdly to get them nice and wet. You traced your hand down your body before spreading your lips open so he could get a perfect view. Ken was watching you intently every movement you could feel his dick slapping your ass making you giggle. Your fingers rubbed your clit in fast circles “so pretty mommy” he gasped as you inserted the two fingers. “Ha-hada get your clothes and cologne- fuck!” You moaned watching him rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles this made your back arch.

“Yeah just like that” you praised sliding out your fingers before putting them in his mouth. He groaned around them sucking and licking them sweetly, his eyebrows furrowed as you shoved them further making him gag. “Awe m sorry baby” but you weren’t sorry, you liked no loved seeing the man melt away you loved this soft side you got from him. “Is okay (name), can i taste sum more” he begged eyes wide and doe like he was a cute little deer except nothing about him was little. You told him yes and as soon as the word left your mouth he lifted you up like you were nothing sitting you down on his face. “M-my bi-g boy” you stuttered when you felt his hot breath close in over your cunt. He was licking and sucking your clit so so so skillfully.

“Agh oh my FUCK!” You yelled when he slid both his tongue and fingers into your hole. “Shit, you doin s-so good baby” you have him broken moans as you fisted the pillows under his head. Your thighs squeezed his head the pleasure making you hunch over. “Ouh Uhhuh keep going fa’ me ken” you rocked your hips riding his face. His fingers moved faster curling up to press into an find that spongy soft spot. He ate you out like you were his last meal eyes watching as you lost it cumin in his mouth. “So good baby, so so good gna fuck you”. You slid off his face (hehe) before lowering yourself over his length. The both of you sighed in unison savoring the sweet moment, then your husband rocked his hips upward closing the space.

“O-oh you’re so fuckin’ big” you rocked up and down his length slowly, like clockwork he grabbed your hips guiding you. You unclipped the lacy bra letting your tits fall. Kento sat up sucking and rolling the buds in his mouth. “Mo-mommy you’re so soft” he moaned spit connecting between your chest and his mouth. He was looking up at you asking for more needing more. “Just for my baby” you gave him a kiss wrapping your arms around his neck to give you some leverage. You planted one of your knees on the bed and the new angle made him push against your sweet spot. “Kento m’ missed you s-so fucking much” your hips picking up the pace. His hips meeting you in the middle causing him to slap against your heat.

“Missed you more honeyyy” your man strained out before wrapping his arms around your back. He smacked into you profusely making your walls clench. “You love fucking your pussy? Huh baby?” You questioned digging your nails into his back. He knocked you off balance making him lay flat on his back. The new angle made him bottom out you were chest to chest grinding together not moving an inch together. “I- ugh asked you a question” you gave him a light a smack on the cheek before squeezing his face. “Yes ma’am, you take me so good” he grunted “m gonna cum mommy” he whined feeling the tight coil in him and to snap.

“You wanna cum inside me? Gna fill me me up with your thick cum baby” you moaned as he lifted you up and down. “Oh fuck yes, gonna make you a mama” he moaned. You were fucking eachother sloppily before he came stirring your insides. “Holy shit its so good so so good ” there were tears streaming down the man’s face. You still fucked him chasing your release your hand wrapping around his throat making him overstimulated. “Gonna. Breed this pussy mommy” your hips shook violently as he pushed against your g-sptot. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you screamed out in loud moans as you came your walls clenching around him which made him cum again.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and nothing else. You kissed up your husbands neck placing sweet kisses along his jaw his hand rubbed the small of your back making you softly moan arching your back slightly more. “Thank you (name)” kento said gently with his eyes closed. “You’re welcome baby i missed you sooo much” you gave him a tight squeeze making him laugh. “Les just stay like this, so it doesn’t go to waste?” You giggled at his suggestion agreeing because you were partly too tired.

“You’re gonna be a daddy Kennyyy” you whispered noting the man is sleeping after his long day doing who knows what. You were just happy he was home and so was he.

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[idk-ask-me-yesterday]

can you make a roy harper x reader where roy’s a mechanic? maybe he helps fix readers car?

Lady Luck

Summary: You begrudgingly head to a mechanic shop to get your car fixed, you end up leaving with much more than a fixed car.

Puppets: Roy harper x reader

Word count: 1,103 (i got excited for my first fic)

Warnings: none! Just some fluff.

Elle yaps: thank you so much for the ask! I hope i did this justice.

Slightly proofread. No use of Y/N

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This week was not going your way.

Yes, it was only Wednesday, but still. First, you got ghosted on a date, then it started pouring rain while walking your dog, and finally, you returned to your car only to find someone had scraped it and left!

You couldn't tell whether you wanted to scream at every passerby or collapse on the ground crying. Instead, you got in your car and googled the nearest mechanic shop. There goes this month's paycheck...

Luckily, the weather seemed to be clearing up, and the shop was empty when you arrived. Maybe your bad luck streak was over. Maybe things were finally going your way again—

"Can I help you, sweetheart?"

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn and... fuck. Of course you had to run into one of the probably five hot guys in your city while looking like you'd lived through a tsunami. Luck just isn't on your side today.

"Sweetheart?"

"Oh... yeah. Sorry... Someone uh... hit my car."

Smooth. Real smooth. Not at all awkward. The earth could open up and swallow you whole right about now, but once again, Lady Luck turns her back on you.

He laughs, one of those laughs that seems to brighten the room. Nothing like your strangling-a-chicken laugh.

"Oh yeah? Lemme take a look."

After tying your dog to a nearby pole, you turn back to your car to be smacked in the face with the most delicious set of abs you've ever seen. Truthfully, he was just changing out of his oil-stained shirt, but you preferred the smacked-in-the-face version.

He walks over to your car in a clean shirt, much to your dismay, kneeling to inspect the damage to your headlight.

"Today's your lucky day, sweetheart. They didn't get'cha very good—only some basic damage. I can fix this right up in an hour or so."

'Today is your lucky day,' you almost laughed. He leads you to the back of the shop and looks through his tools.

As he digs through the pile of wrenches and screwdrivers, you can't help but notice how his muscles flex with each movement. Your dog whines from outside, probably sensing your internal struggle between wanting to stare and knowing you absolutely shouldn't.

"Found it!" he exclaims, holding up some tool you couldn't name if your life depended on it. "Now, let's get that car of yours fixed up."

You watch as he gets to work, his movements precise and practiced. The sound of metal on metal fills the air, punctuated by occasional muttering under his breath. Your dog has settled down, apparently having given up on judging your obvious ogling of the attractive mechanic.

"I'm Roy, by the way..." he says, wiping his hands on a nearby rag and flashing you another one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Been wondering what your name is since you walked in. Can't keep calling you sweetheart all afternoon—unless, of course, that's what you'd prefer. Your choice."

You feel a deep blush spreading from your neck to your cheeks as you attempt to introduce yourself, your tongue suddenly feeling three sizes too big for your mouth. Despite your best efforts, you still manage to stumble over the syllables of your own name like you've never said it before in your life. His grin widens at your flustered state, and when he repeats your name back to you, he does it slowly, deliberately, like he's savoring each letter, testing how the sound of it feels on his tongue. The way he says it makes it sound like poetry instead of just another name.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to find something intelligent to say. But before you can cobble together a coherent response, he's already back at work on your car, humming softly under his breath. The sound mingles with the metallic clinks and your dog's occasional whimpers, creating an oddly soothing symphony in the otherwise quiet shop.

Time seems to slow as you watch him work, each movement deliberate and graceful despite the grease and grime. You find yourself wondering if his hands are as skilled at other things as they are at fixing cars. The thought makes your cheeks burn even hotter, and you quickly look away, pretending to be fascinated by a poster of car parts on the far wall.

The minutes crawl by like honey dripping from a spoon, each second marked by the rhythmic sounds of Roy's work. Finally, after what feels like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, he straightens up with a satisfied grunt that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. "All done, sweetheart. Good as new," he announces with that same easy confidence that's been making your knees weak all afternoon.

He reaches for the nearby rag, methodically wiping his hands clean of grease and grime. The motion leaves dark, artistic smudges across the already well-stained fabric, but you're far too distracted by the way his forearms flex and ripple with each deliberate movement. The simple action shouldn't be nearly as mesmerizing as it is, and yet you find yourself transfixed by the play of muscles beneath his sun-kissed skin.

Your dog barks suddenly, startling you out of your daze, and you realize with embarrassment that you've been staring. Roy doesn't seem to mind though - if anything, his smile has grown wider, more knowing. He pulls a business card from his back pocket and scribbles something on it before holding it out to you.

"My personal number's on the back," he says with a wink that makes your heart skip several beats, your pulse racing like a finely-tuned engine. He taps the card with one grease-stained finger, leaving a tiny smudge on the corner that somehow makes it feel more personal. "In case you need any more... mechanical assistance."

The way he emphasizes those last two words, letting them roll off his tongue with deliberate slowness, leaves little doubt that car repairs aren't the only kind of assistance he's offering. His eyes meet yours with an intensity that makes the already warm garage feel positively sweltering, and you find yourself wondering if he can hear how loudly your heart is hammering against your ribs.

With trembling fingers, you take the card, trying desperately to act casual even as electricity shoots through your body when your fingers brush against his. Your dog gives another impatient bark, reminding you that you've been here far longer than planned. Before you can overthink it, you tuck the card safely in your pocket, already knowing you'll be calling that number sooner rather than later.

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[raisunomii]

today, garroth ro'meave.

[a drabble preceding garroth faking his death, as i see it.]

The castle is silent. The castle has been silent since Garte left. Garroth didn't ask where he was going. He didn't care, as long as the shouting stopped.

The silence screeches like a wyvern.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 5 A.M.

It's cold, Garroth thinks the moment his eyes snap open. He's always been an early riser. His feet against the cool stone-brick that comprises his bedroom floor is familiar, but is never welcome. He makes his way across the room regardless, stumbling to the bathroom. He strikes a match, his oil lamp lighting seconds later.

Stubble is the enemy.

He drops his blade on the sink when he's finished.

Sometimes Garroth wakes before the servants. Today, however, is not one of those days. The halls are as lively as ever- that is to say, stray whispers echo through the walls, but one can never be sure if they come from the wind or some creature.

And his mother has never been one to talk to herself.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 6 A.M.

"Mother," Garroth says, maintaining his distance. "Did you sleep well?"

Zianna does not face him. She hasn't seen him, these past few weeks, not for lack of physical closeness. Garroth is sure the cityscape is a more favorable view than him. The sunrise is always beautiful.

He takes a few steps forward and guides his mother away from the window.

"Back to bed," he whispers, but he's sure she hasn't slept. He ignores the purple mottling her left cheekbone. Dad's gone now.

Breakfast is hearty.

THE TRAINING GROUNDS AT O'KHASIS, O'KHASIS, 8 A.M.

Slash, parry, pass. Slash, parry, pass. Again. Slash, parry, and if he's lucky, he won't think of Nicole.

Garroth can't remember the last time Irene favored him with 'luck'. His brother's always had that honor.

"Brother."

And he shall appear.

Garroth sheaths his blade. Zane is in full attire, Garroth notes. Wonder who he killed today. Must've been clean- his robes are still white.

"Well? Speak if you will," Garroth instructs, jutting up his chin for a mere second. Zane's gaze is full of disgust. Another day.

"A letter from Scaleswind found its way to my hands," Zane pauses to take in Garroth's expression, carefully taking in the slightest twitch of his brother's brow. "Nicole is set to come in a week."

Garroth nods. "I look forward to it."

He turns back to his craft, hoping Zane will leave, or at the least, be mindful enough not to stab him in the back. Slash-

"Mother slept the night," Zane says, "or at least some of it."

"I sent her to bed this morning." Parry. He can feel Zane's spirits drop. Pass.

Zane's boots crackle against the dirt as he leaves.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 6 P.M.

Gnawing hunger is quickly welcomed once one realizes it keeps the mind off of unwanted betrothal. This is why Garroth has delayed dinner to stew in his own sorrow. Quite literally- the bath is much too hot today. What were the servants thinking?

His skin is red. Lady Irene.

The doorknob to the bath jiggles and Garroth has to fight back a groan.

"Bathing!" He shouts, though it doesn't make a difference, because the door swings open anyways. "Must you harass me while I'm in the tub?"

"I find you're less prone to fits of silence like this," Vylad says smoothly, dragging up a chair to the side of the tub. "Odd. Should I be cornered in a bath tub, I may refuse to speak at all."

Vylad is met with an eye roll. This does not deter him. He prattles on for about twenty minutes until Garroth demands he leave, at which point he wanders to the dining room to wait for Garroth to get dressed for a shared dinner.

Vylad often forgets to eat.

RO'MEAVE ROYAL RESIDENCE, O'KHASIS, 2 A.M.

Slowly and quickly does he in patterns scurry, as a mouse avoiding a scythe during harvest. His boots make soft noises on the brick which thunder in the silence of the O'Khasis morning. Moreso, in the temporary silence of the Ro'Meave Residence.

His bag is heavy and his sword clatters with movement. Every noise is detriment.

"Garroth?"

He whips around.

"Mother," Garroth says, standing what may be miles from Zianna, but he's sure is only a few meters. Their eyes do not meet, but he sees confusion all the same.

"What are you doing? It's late, too late for you to..." Mother trails off, making way for more screaming, intolerable silence.

It is the first time they've spoke in weeks.

"Training. Early morning training."

He can see his mother force back a scoff, because for all her despair, she's never been daft. Garroth knows that she doesn't have the energy to deal with his antics at the moment. She knows this as well, and sighs, turning away.

"Be safe," she calls.

"I will!"

[fic--writer]

Butter cookies

A collection of notes and letters from Rolan to Tav, whith plot. No warnings, it's just cute fluff. SFW

Part 2/2, Part 1/2

№ 70

I know that sometimes I've rubbed you the wrong way and yelled at you and been unfair to you. And now you're still hurting, and I get it. But I want to make it up to you. Cal and Lia are going out, so why don't you and I have dinner?

I baked your favorite cookies.

Wear your cute little dress with the cleavage. If you want.

№ 71

Thanks for a magical evening Tav and for what you revealed to me in weaving, it explains a lot.

And sorry about my tail, tieflings don't always control them. But you already know this if you read the scientific works that I gave you earlier?

№ 87

I left Lia money for the two of you to go shopping. It's your day off, so don't deny yourself.

I guess it makes sense for you two to have loyalty cards?

№ 134

Tav! Please call me first when you wake up. I have been on duty at your sickbed for 5 days in a row, but my brother and sister forced me to rest and sleep while you are, as they claim, in the hands of the best healers in Baldurs Gate.

When you used the scroll to finish arming the top of the tower and fell down... I thought... I had lost you.

We used every healing spell, scroll, and potion we had, but it wasn't enough. The magic did something to you. The doctors say that you will recover and everything will be fine, but it will take time.

You will find 5 packages of butter cookies in a box under your bed.

You can sit in my book throne whenever and as long as you like, just please get well soon.

You can even draw that obscenity again with me in the lead, just, I beg you, get well.

Your Rolan.

№ 266

That night was...divine? There are no words in the world, in any language I know, to describe this and everything I feel for you, Tav.

From now on, I won’t close my eyes until you move into my bedroom.

I have drawn something for you. But I will only show this if you move in with me.

№ 278

Tav, I know how happy you were when you found all the letters and notes you wrote to me in my room. Yes, of course I saved every one of them. But I was surprised that you did the same. So I had an idea, why don't we put our collections together? Let's make an album and put them in chronological order. We'll talk about it tonight.

№ 1354

Tav, my love. You are still away and today I found this jacket, my jacket, among your things. The one you shamelessly stole from me and wore as if nothing had happened. I wanted to clean it especially for you, but I discovered that it smells like butter cookies. In general, I was never able to wash it and spent the rest of the day hugging it. Please come back as soon as you can.

Our daughter looked for you with special diligence the next day, and I calmed her down as usual, but it didn't work. Then I gave her the jacket. Everything is fine now. It seemed to work for both of us. But hurry anyway.

Kiss you. Forever yours Ro.

[marthawrites]

Visions in the Garden

Helaena Targaryen

Word count: 1k+

About: After breakfast, Helaena takes her twins for a walk through the royal garden.

Includes: Slice of life fluff because Helaena and her children deserve happiness ♥ Also featuring angst due to Fire and Blood spoilers if you squint.

Note: Hello lovely reader! After watching s2 ep1 I was overcome with the want to write something fluffy for our sweet Queen and her kids. While writing, the angst in this wrote itself. Even though Helaena's youngest, Maelor, isn't part of the show, he is part of this little fic. This fic is based on my own interpretations of book!Helaena and show!Helaena. As always, please enjoy ♥

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Breakfast was often a slow affair for Princess Helaena and her twin children, Prince Jaehaerys and Princess Jaehaera. Between giggles, food swiping, crying, apologizing, and playing with the last bits of food on their plates, sometimes it took upwards of an hour to finish. Today was no different. 

The maidservants had opened the windows in Helaena’s apartment and a slow breeze moved through the room. It wasn’t enough, however, and Helaena still found herself hot and uncomfortable despite the spring temperature. The blood of the dragon ran hot in all her kin; everyone who had the chance to become close to a Targaryen knew it. Now, and recently, it was made more stifling by the tiny dragon growing in her womb. A boy. She knew it in her bones. 

Today her little children likely ate more than she did. Early pregnancy made hunger come quickly, but it also eased quickly. And, during all of it, nausea was an unwelcome guest who always failed to take the hint to leave. 

“How does a walk after breakfast sound, my little loves?” Helaena asked her children during a natural pause in their animated juvenile banter.

“What about library?” Jaehaerys asked, his voice sweet with youth. He loved his studies of the histories, philosophies, letters, and numbers held in the library. Being only four years old, he still had trouble with certain pronunciations. But, a mother always knew what her children said.

“What about uncle in the yard?” Jaehaera asked right after, her voice equally sweet and accompanied with bright eyes. She loved watching uncle Aemond spar with Criston Cole in the training yard.

Helaena couldn’t help it–she smiled. Soft, genuine, heartfelt. It crinkled her eyes. “Afterward we���ll all go see uncle Aemond then go to the library. Maybe he’ll come with us and read tales to you about Vhagar when she was a young dragon.”

“Yay!” The twins cheered.

Helaena stood–mindful to not do it too quickly–and cleaned each of their faces with a dampened cloth napkin. Toast crumbs, sticky jelly, milk. How they were able to make messes look so utterly adorable would forever be beyond her. 

Personal touch was something she often avoided, even with her mother and brother-husband, Aegon II. But, these were her babies–the only things she and Aegon shared a love for. She grew them, connected with them while they were still together in her womb, and fed them mother’s gold from her breast after their birth.

Dreaming and seeing made life itself sometimes feel like a dream–as if she couldn’t tell which plane she walked in at any given time. She wasn’t like other people. She’d always been different. She knew it from when she was younger than her twins are now. 

But these weren’t just any people. 

They were her babies. 

She kissed each on their newly cleaned cheeks and held their hands as they walked to the nearby chaise to get their shoes on.

Helaena knelt easily–she wasn’t showing physical signs of pregnancy yet–and covered her children’s little feet in socks before securing their shoes in place. “There! Let’s see what secrets the garden holds today,” she said with dreamy eyes and a sincere smile reserved for only her twins.

Outside her royal apartment, a guard stood duty. He joined them on their walk through the castle and to the grounds. Once outside he hung back slightly to give them more room to be a family.

The entire span of the gardens were lovely this time of the year. Bright fresh greenery adorned all the trees and shrubs. Blossoms bloomed beneath the spring sun allowing their fragrances to fill the moving air. Mosquitoes buzzed above the koi ponds, unintentionally serving the fish a never-ending feast. The opening of spring’s first rose buds were one of Helaena’s favorites–so much so that when she was a young girl she requested a climbing rose to be planted below her window high in Maegor’s Holdfast with the hopes of being graced by its perfume.

“Mommy!” The little princeling called from where he explored around a shrub. “Come see come see!”

Both the princess’ made their way to him and when Helaena saw what he pointed at, she gasped.

There, all around and inside the shrub, were a combination of caterpillars, cocoons, and fluttering butterflies–mostly cocoons. She couldn’t remember the last time she happened across something like this! The pupa’s were perfect. 

“Careful, my loves. We mustn't disturb them,” Helaena whispered, face alight with the magic of youth. 

Jaehaerys, with a daisy chain around his neck, squatted and watched a hungry caterpillar with fascination. Jaehaera, with flowers in her hair, chased a butterfly with pealing giggles. Nothing could be better than this single moment.

Turning her attention away from her twins, Helaena bent forward to inspect the–what she deemed–nursery. And it was upon that closer inspection that nearly had the princess falling backwards in horror.

No. 

No. It all looked positively perfect! How could it be so… horrific?

There, resting on the dirt below the shrub, lay an otherwise pristine butterfly: its head and thorax had been cut clean off its abdomen. Tension crept along her back until the bile of her stomach froze. She blinked furiously as if it could erase her vision, and while doing so she turned her attention elsewhere. The frozen pit in her gut spread down to her fingertips. There, speared upon the stub of a growing branch, was a butterfly. Impaled. Nausea overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, physically pained by what she saw. When she re-opened them she was faced with the day’s final vision. A third butterfly torn to pieces and swarmed with fire ants. Her ears rang. 

Dread overcame Helaena. The cruelty of nature. The barbaric treatment of things so innocent. Yet still it was… more.

Jaehaera no longer giggled in her chase around the garden. Instead, now, the little princess stood at her mother’s side and held her hand in her own. Her eyes, so like her mother’s, seemed to glow from within. Questioning. Knowing. “Mommy?”

“It is the nature of beasts,” she answered shakily, tears brimming her eyes. “Let’s take a branch or two inside to our insectarium. Away from the madness.”

They each took a branch inside. Over the following week, each cocoon unfolded with a beautiful butterfly. They flew from Maegor’s Holdfast into the florals below. Safe, for now, from the insanity of living in the dragon’s maw.

-

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[eventinelysplayground]

It's day three of the Ikemen Advent event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady! Today's prompt was hot chocolate and I once again have incorporated a prompt, first snowfall, from @writingwhimsey naughty or nice event. This fic like some others loosely ties into a previous fic I wrote that can be found here. Fluffy sweetly sad, if that makes sense. WC approx 860.

Cold Chocolate

Mozart let out a sigh as he looked out the kitchen window. He wasn't sure if she would come tonight even if it was something of a tradition of theirs, not after the fight they had had earlier but still he had prepared two cups of hot chocolate just in case. The time ticked slowly by with Mozart just staring out the window and his drink almost finished.

“Papa.”

“Liebchen.”

The relief was evident in his voice and he stretched out an arm to his daughter. She walked over to him leaning her head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.They said nothing for a while and the silence began to become awkward.

“Is that hot chocolate?”

A pang made it's way through Mozart's heart.

‘I made some hot chocolate.’

‘Chocolate!’

‘No hot chocolate. See it's a beverage…’

‘Papa are you having chocolate again?’

‘It's hot chocolate, Liebchen.’

‘Look Papa, tonight I made the chocolate!’

He had given up correcting her by then. Frankly he thought she had been doing it on purpose to annoy him and was relieved when she finally stopped but tonight, tonight he found it bitter sweet.

“Yes, I had also prepared one for you but by now it’s gone cold.”

“That's fine.”

He watched his daughter pick up her cup and take a long sip of it. Of his three children she looked the most like him but her personality was almost entirely yours. While he had numerous things in common with his younger children the only things he seemed to share with her were a love of hot chocolate and music. He had quite enjoyed the years he spent teaching her and watching her progress. Her talent on the piano and especially the harp was outstanding and it was something that had always held them together, until now anyways.

The silence continued for another long while. Finally Mozart straightened up and turned to face his daughter pulling on the hem of his jacket as he did so.

“Liebchen.”

“Yes Papa?”

“I'm…. I'm well, I'm very proud of you.”

Mozart straightened and tried his best to look authoritative like he did when his children were little but it was clear by the faint smile on his daughter's lips she wasn't falling for it.

“Thank you Papa, but is that all you want to say?”

Mozart knew what his daughter meant but he pretended not to.

“No, just when do you plan to leave?”

“About three weeks before the start of the semester. This way I’ll have time to settle in at the mansion. Comte seemed very excited in his letters to have me coming to stay and said he'd make sure that the music room was spotless and your old piano was tuned and ready for my arrival.”

“That sounds like him, though I wouldn't trust his cleaning abilities. I never found them very good, though I suppose most would find them sufficient.”

“Don't worry Papa, I'll give the room a thorough clean once I'm there.”

“Good.”

Mozart and his daughter fell into another silence but this time instead of awkwardness it was filled with a feeling he couldn't quite describe. There was pride certainly, but also love, loneliness and worry. As he continues to gaze at his daughter she seemed to blur and overlap with all her younger selves and he smiled sadly.

“You know Papa, I'm sure your name will come up in my lessons at the Conservatoire. Your symphonies and operas from your first life are still quite famous.”

“Hmm well, I expect you to receive the highest marks in your class if they do Liebchen. If you don't, I won't think twice about visiting in person to scold you.”

“Really? I thought it was going to be much harder to get you to travel back to France to visit me!”

Mozart's daughter was smiling and lightly laughing. She may be trying to appear brave but he could hear the faint unease in her voice.

“You have nothing to worry about mein liebchen.”

Mozart reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“You will excel in your studies and have a wonderful time. With all the shopping Comte is sure to drag you out on, not to mention the parties, and all the noise and fuss the others are sure to make you'll forget about us all in no time.”

Mozart almost lost his balance as his daughter threw her arms around him and squeezed tightly.

“I could never forget you all, especially you Papa.”

Mozart's daughter buried her face in his chest and she began to cry. He was only trying to cheer her up but…

“I know, I was only joking with you.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her humming soothingly to her as he had done when she was little.

“Look outside.”

Mozart lifted his daughter's head and turned it towards the window.

“Oh it's snowing, finally. I can't believe it took so long!”

The two stood in the kitchen watching the first snowfall of the season. The fact that this first snow also heralded the coming end of one of their own seasons was not lost on either of them.

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[topgun-imagines]

The One With The Barista

Requested: yes

Summary: Bradley is a regular at the coffee shop you work at. One day, he finally works up the courage to talk to you.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: none.

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x barista!reader

The coffee shop was always busy on Saturdays. Every week, people would come in waves to try the new treat that the baker chose for this week. Why he did it on Saturdays, you weren’t too sure. But you did know that everyone packed into the tiny building loved it.

Today’s treat was a lavender and lemon scone with a honey glaze. All morning, people had been filing in and out of the coffee shop, either with the delicacy in their hand or on a mission to get one. All except for one.

A man sat in the corner, similar to how he did most weeks. Every week without fail, he would come in and claim his seat in the corner, spreading out his books while he sipped on the latte that you brought him. He hardly ever moved, nose buried deeply into whatever he was reading.

Today, it looked as if he were reading a novel rather than some type of manual. From where you were standing, you could see the light brown cover of the book and the cursive lettering that was strewn across the cover. He seemed deep in thought as his eyes slimed page after page. Even with the loud distractions of the coffee shop, nothing drew his attention away from the words in front of him.

Over the past few weeks you had noticed that if he did order a pastry, it was always one with fruit. Never something savoury, and never something too sweet. He often ordered a strawberry bagel with butter, but occasionally he would try the week’s special. You guessed that he liked this week’s, judging by the fact that he was nibbling on his second one as he flicked the page of his book.

Usually, the mysterious stranger left around noon, only sometimes staying for a few minutes extra. This time, however, it was well past two and he was still in his seat. After he finished his latte, he ordered a strawberry lemonade that he had yet to finish. Maybe he wasn’t planning on leaving for a while.

The bell chimed above the door as another customer walked out. You began wiping off the tables, still occasionally sneaking a glance at the handsome man in the corner. The rag ran across the table smoothly, leaving small wet streaks in its wake. Once it was dry, you moved along to the next table, repeating the process like you had many times before.

You returned behind the counter just as your coworker untied their apron. She offered you a friendly smile as she moved to collect her belongings. With a quick glance at the clock, you realized that her shift ended five minutes ago. A sigh escaped you at the sight of the empty room. Now it was just you and the handsome stranger.

A few minutes of comfortable silence filled the shop, only interrupted by the grinding of the coffee machine and the sound of the man flipping pages.

You busied yourself with cleaning the cappuccino machine. You began humming along quietly with the soft music flowing through the shop. As you ran the cloth over the smooth metal of the machine, you began to space out. Everything became distant background noise as you cleaned out the coffee grounds.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind you had you startling in your spot.

You turned to find the handsome man from before standing in front of you with a nervous grin on his face. Offering him a shy smile, you dropped the cloth on the counter and smoothed your apron out. “How can I help you?”

The man sucked in a short breath as he straightened his shoulders. “Hi,” He started. You smiled softly at his obvious nerves. Subconsciously, you found yourself fiddling with your rings under the counter. Maybe you were more nervous than you thought. “My name’s Bradley.”

You smiled. The name suited him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bradley.” You introduced yourself afterwards.

The man, who you now knew as Bradley, smiled at your words. “That’s a beautiful name,” You blushed. It may have been a cliché, but you enjoyed it all the same. “I was hoping,” He grinned, preparing for the cheesiness of his words. “That you would let me buy you a cup of coffee sometime.”

You watched the way his mustache twitched as he ran a hand through his light brown curls. “I would love that, Bradley,” You noticed that he had collected all of his belongings from his table. He must have to leave. “I get off at 5.”

Bradley stretched a hand out when you asked for it, quickly scrawling your number on the back of his hand. “See you in a bit.” One final smile was exchanged between the two of you as Bradley began walking toward the door.

The bell chimed above it as he stepped into the warm California sun. A quick glance at your watch had you smiling giddily. Only an hour and a half until you saw him again. Needless to say, you couldn’t wait for an opportunity to get to know the handsome stranger. Although hopefully, he wouldn’t be much of a stranger by the end of the night.

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[lesmisletters-daily]

The Brother As Depicted By The Sister

Les Mis Letters reading club explores one chapter of Les Misérables every day. Join us on Discord, Substack - or share your thoughts right here on tumblr - today's tag is #lm 1.1.9

In order to furnish an idea of the private establishment of the Bishop of D——, and of the manner in which those two sainted women subordinated their actions, their thoughts, their feminine instincts even, which are easily alarmed, to the habits and purposes of the Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to explain them, we cannot do better than transcribe in this place a letter from Mademoiselle Baptistine to Madame the Vicomtess de Boischevron, the friend of her childhood. This letter is in our possession.

D——, Dec. 16, 18—.

My Good Madam,

Not a day passes without our speaking of you. It is our established custom; but there is another reason besides. Just imagine, while washing and dusting the ceilings and walls, Madam Magloire has made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper whitewashed over, would not discredit a château in the style of yours. Madam Magloire has pulled off all the paper. There were things beneath. My drawing-room, which contains no furniture, and which we use for spreading out the linen after washing, is fifteen feet in height, eighteen square, with a ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, and with beams, as in yours. This was covered with a cloth while this was the hospital. And the woodwork was of the era of our grandmothers. But my room is the one you ought to see. Madam Magloire has discovered, under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top, some paintings, which without being good are very tolerable. The subject is Telemachus being knighted by Minerva in some gardens, the name of which escapes me. In short, where the Roman ladies repaired on one single night. What shall I say to you? I have Romans, and Roman ladies [here occurs an illegible word], and the whole train. Madam Magloire has cleaned it all off; this summer she is going to have some small injuries repaired, and the whole revarnished, and my chamber will be a regular museum. She has also found in a corner of the attic two wooden pier-tables of ancient fashion. They asked us two crowns of six francs each to regild them, but it is much better to give the money to the poor; and they are very ugly besides, and I should much prefer a round table of mahogany.

I am always very happy. My brother is so good. He gives all he has to the poor and sick. We are very much cramped. The country is trying in the winter, and we really must do something for those who are in need. We are almost comfortably lighted and warmed. You see that these are great treats.

My brother has ways of his own. When he talks, he says that a bishop ought to be so. Just imagine! the door of our house is never fastened. Whoever chooses to enter finds himself at once in my brother’s room. He fears nothing, even at night. That is his sort of bravery, he says.

He does not wish me or Madame Magloire feel any fear for him. He exposes himself to all sorts of dangers, and he does not like to have us even seem to notice it. One must know how to understand him.

He goes out in the rain, he walks in the water, he travels in winter. He fears neither suspicious roads nor dangerous encounters, nor night.

Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and said, “This is the way I have been robbed!” And then he opened a trunk full of jewels, all the jewels of the cathedral of Embrun, which the thieves had given him.

When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him a little, taking care, however, not to speak except when the carriage was making a noise, so that no one might hear me.

At first I used to say to myself, “There are no dangers which will stop him; he is terrible.” Now I have ended by getting used to it. I make a sign to Madam Magloire that she is not to oppose him. He risks himself as he sees fit. I carry off Madam Magloire, I enter my chamber, I pray for him and fall asleep. I am at ease, because I know that if anything were to happen to him, it would be the end of me. I should go to the good God with my brother and my bishop. It has cost Madam Magloire more trouble than it did me to accustom herself to what she terms his imprudences. But now the habit has been acquired. We pray together, we tremble together, and we fall asleep. If the devil were to enter this house, he would be allowed to do so. After all, what is there for us to fear in this house? There is always some one with us who is stronger than we. The devil may pass through it, but the good God dwells here.

This suffices me. My brother has no longer any need of saying a word to me. I understand him without his speaking, and we abandon ourselves to the care of Providence. That is the way one has to do with a man who possesses grandeur of soul.

I have interrogated my brother with regard to the information which you desire on the subject of the Faux family. You are aware that he knows everything, and that he has memories, because he is still a very good royalist. They really are a very ancient Norman family of the generalship of Caen. Five hundred years ago there was a Raoul de Faux, a Jean de Faux, and a Thomas de Faux, who were gentlemen, and one of whom was a seigneur de Rochefort. The last was Guy-Étienne-Alexandre, and was commander of a regiment, and something in the light horse of Bretagne. His daughter, Marie-Louise, married Adrien-Charles de Gramont, son of the Duke Louis de Gramont, peer of France, colonel of the French guards, and lieutenant-general of the army. It is written Faux, Fauq, and Faoucq.

Good Madame, recommend us to the prayers of your sainted relative, Monsieur the Cardinal. As for your dear Sylvanie, she has done well in not wasting the few moments which she passes with you in writing to me. She is well, works as you would wish, and loves me.

That is all that I desire. The souvenir which she sent through you reached me safely, and it makes me very happy. My health is not so very bad, and yet I grow thinner every day. Farewell; my paper is at an end, and this forces me to leave you. A thousand good wishes. - BAPTISTINE.

P.S. Your grand nephew is charming. Do you know that he will soon be five years old? Yesterday he saw some one riding by on horseback who had on knee-caps, and he said, “What has he got on his knees?” He is a charming child! His little brother is dragging an old broom about the room, like a carriage, and saying, “Hu!”

As will be perceived from this letter, these two women understood how to mould themselves to the Bishop’s ways with that special feminine genius which comprehends the man better than he comprehends himself. The Bishop of D——, in spite of the gentle and candid air which never deserted him, sometimes did things that were grand, bold, and magnificent, without seeming to have even a suspicion of the fact. They trembled, but they let him alone. Sometimes Madame Magloire essayed a remonstrance in advance, but never at the time, nor afterwards. They never interfered with him by so much as a word or sign, in any action once entered upon. At certain moments, without his having occasion to mention it, when he was not even conscious of it himself in all probability, so perfect was his simplicity, they vaguely felt that he was acting as a bishop; then they were nothing more than two shadows in the house. They served him passively; and if obedience consisted in disappearing, they disappeared. They understood, with an admirable delicacy of instinct, that certain cares may be put under constraint. Thus, even when believing him to be in peril, they understood, I will not say his thought, but his nature, to such a degree that they no longer watched over him. They confided him to God.

Moreover, Baptistine said, as we have just read, that her brother’s end would prove her own. Madame Magloire did not say this, but she knew it.

[ikeromantic]

Mitsuhide, dear, 😚 ???

Ahaha! I don't know what this even is. My brain is leaking fluff. Approx 800 words of dear Mitsuhide.

Mitsuhide was amused. The chatelaine was responding quite adorably to his teasing. She pretended not to notice him when he went out of his way to bump into her as she bustled around the castle. Her gaze would stubbornly focus on the middle distance while her cheeks heated.

He found himself planning his days around her shifts with the castle maids. When simply watching her wasn’t enough, he found new ways to surprise her. By stepping out of unexpected places like dark corners or ‘empty’ rooms. Borrowing the items she was working with, like her broom or cleaning cloths. Once he even swiped a tray of tea and snacks. 

She would squeal and huff and tell him to leave her alone, all the while blushing fiercely. 

Mitsuhide wanted to do the same today, but duty, ever his burden, called. Today he would need to leave the city for several hours to ride out and check one of the crossroad villages. But he didn’t want to leave her without his attention, so he sent a note to her before leaving. 

Nothing special. Just a promise that he would be watching. And that he looked forward to being entertained. She would spend the day searching for him and that made him smile, even if he wouldn’t be there to appreciate the results in person. Kyubei had strict orders to report her every move when Mitsuhide returned.

His errand went quickly - the problem - a misguided group of ronin - were easily dealt with. They needed only a little encouragement to find their inner loyalty to the Oda. With Akechi soldiers keeping an eye on them, they would spend a few days setting things right at the village and then report for training with Keiji in Azuchi. 

It was dusk by the time he got back to the castle. Mitsuhide was looking forward to hearing about the chatelaine’s day from Kyubei. He’d been thinking about it the whole ride back. But Kyubei was nowhere to be found. 

He moved through his mansion, peering into the usual places his vassal was found. Not in the office, nor the porch, nor the garden. Kyubei wasn’t in his bedroom or Mitsuhide’s personal quarters. 

Mitsuhide turned, feeling a sudden suspicion. And there she was, stepping from a dark corner into the lantern light like a spirit. Close enough for her clothes to brush against his arm. Anyone else might have jumped in surprise, or shouted. He just laughed. 

“Oh come on! I scared you, didn’t I? Just a little?” The chatelaine crossed her arms and pouted. 

“Will you be pleased if I tell you yes even though it is a lie?” Mitsuhide felt a surge of affection for his daring little mouse. 

She glared at him. “Yes. Yes I would. Because you are evil and I deserve a little revenge!” 

Mitsuhide smoothed her hair away from her face, surprised when she didn’t slap his touch away. “Evil, hm? And what makes you say that?”

Her little growl was more suited to a baby bear than a mouse. “You had me jumping at shadows all day. Ikept thinking I saw you but - but you weren’t really there! And then I found Kyubei skulking around like a rat and I knew!” She poked him in the chest. “I knew you just sent me that letter to freak me out.”

Mitsuhide took her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. “It’s alright, little one. You can admit you missed me.”

“I didn’t! Oh. My. God!” She did yank her hand away then and crossed her arms over her chest. “Just don’t leave me creepy notes.”

“Now, now. I understand. And I promise next time I’ll bring you along.” He patted her shoulder. “No need then for a letter, hm?”

Her face turned a shade darker and for a moment, Mitsuhide feared he might have triggered some deep penchant for violence. But after a strangled sigh, she slumped. “Oh fine. Just keep mocking me. I don’t know why I even tried to get you back.”

She was so adorably disappointed, so precious, that it hurt. Mitsuhide wanted to pull her into a hug. But she might actually hit him for it. So he only ruffled her hair. “Because you enjoy the game as much as I do. And that is why you play along, though you always have the power to end it in your hands.”

The look she gave him was incredulous at first, but she must have seen something in his gaze because her expression softened. She let out another sigh, though her heart wasn’t in it. “You know, sometimes I think I really hate you. Then you look like that and I -”

“Realize you love me?”

“Pfffft.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Oh? Is that an invitation, my dear?” Mitsuhide leaned forward. 

She smacked him and scrambled back a step. “Hey! No way!” Her anger fell away as she realized he was holding back a laugh. “Oooooh you.” The chatelaine huffed. “I’m going to bed. Alone,” she added when she saw his lips twitch. “And I will see you tomorrow.”

“I am looking forward to it.” Mitsuhide watched her go, a warm affection suffusing his chest. She was truly precious to him. More so, perhaps, than he was willing to admit. He’d missed her today too.

[alexablissmark]

3am (street fighter! hook x reader)

g/n reader, thx for voting ♡

**minor violence and sexual implications

“Only five more minutes..” you thought, as you looked up to the clock longingly. 

Today was busy. Extra busy. Working at an understaffed coffee shop in the middle of the city probably wasn’t your best idea. Taking up your bosses’ 14-hour shift offer didn’t help either. But, the pay was good and the people were usually nice, leaving tips which you would spend on dinner afterwards. 

Your coworkers were great too. Liv was your best friend. You knew her in highschool, and you guys were always hanging out, even outside of work. Alexa was a bit scary sometimes, but you were nice to her regardless. Iyo didn’t know alot of English, having moved with her family from Japan. Duolingo proved to be of some help to you both. You had other coworkers, but you didn’t really talk to them. 

Finally, the time came and you could go home! Hallejuiah! You were going to have the best time having the next two days off, doing nothing, sleeping in, cleaning, eating, shopping, and- 

“Hey!” Liv said, interrupting your thoughts. 

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” you said a bit tiredly. 

Liv looked around and lowered her voice, “You know my boyfriend, right?” 

Ah, yes. Liv’s boyfriend. Max. Ew. You told her so many times to stay away from him. 

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “What’d he do now?” 

“Actually, nothing…” she said awkwardly.

“Oh? Well, what happened?” you asked, shocked. Usually when your guys’ conversations started like this, Max was usually being a dick to her or doing something stupid, god, he’s so stuck up. 

“Nothing! I was just wondering if you’d go with me to his work tonight? I wanna go watch him, but I’m too scared to go alone..” Liv said. 

“Oh, his job? Like, the fighting thing?” you asked. 

“SHH! Not so loud! Yes, the uh- fighting thing,” she said. 

Liv told you a few months ago about her boyfriends “job.” It wasn’t really a job. It was some underground WWE thing, except highly illegal. Real punching, real tables, real blood. The people who went would bet on the winner, like it was horse racing. From what you could assume, the winner of each match got to keep all the money. Liv was telling you how her boyfriend came home with glass in his back the other week. No wonder why he’s such a jerk.  

“Well, uh- Liv, I don’t really know I-” you stammered, you didn’t want to tell her no, but you just wanted to go to bed. You ended up saying yes. She said she’d pick you up at eight. 

Only three hours by yourself, what a shame. Not even enough time to take a decent nap! 

Eventually, you got home and the clock read 7:00pm all too quickly. You decided you would get ready, begrudgingly. Before walking out the door, you took one last look at your bed, debating whether or not to cancel, and walked out. 

When you got the “venue,” Liv lead the way, while you were too busy trying to take in your surroundings. It wasn’t very clean, the walls which were once white had a yellow-brown tint to them. There were some stains on them, too. But their origins, whether from food or the human body, was uncertain. The floors were a bit sticky, and the room smelt like cigarette smoke and alcohol. You sat next to Liv, in some of the last front-row seats available. The seat felt gross. You could see the letters A-E-W spray painted on the floor.

“So, how do you like it?” Liv asked smiley, with a hint of sarcasm in her words. 

You laughed, “Well, it’s uh- it’s definitely…underground.” 

You both laughed. 

Most of the night went by somewhat quickly, and you found yourself interested at times although, it wasn’t because of the action. Some of the boys here were actually kinda… good looking. An older guy by the name of Christain caught your eye, but he probably had a wife, or something. Another guy, with half of his face painted got you extremely interested, but he was too good looking to not be in a relationship. He was the highlight of the night until someone else came out. The other guy in question was introduced as “HOOK.” Huh, weird name. Hook was really cute, and well-built. Fluffy brown hair that looked blonde when the light hit it. 

(a/n: there team blonde, are you happy?) 

He was probably about your age, maybe early 20s. He looked at you a couple of times, but you quickly looked away each time, trying to hide the blush that crept onto your face. His match went by fast, and he won, but not before getting socked by the other guy. The last time he looked at you he had a big purple bruise around his eye. You waited until he was all the way gone before making a comment to Liv. 

“Hey, he was kinda cute,” you said quietly. 

“What? Hook?” she asked. 

“Yeah, or whatever his name is,” you said. 

She looked in your eyes, and slowly, the biggest, most mischievous, shit-eating grin covered her face. You knew that face all too well. 

“Liv,” you said sternly. 

“What?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?” she teased. 

“Because!” 

“I can get his number for you,” she said with a smile. 

“Liv, I just said he was cute,” you said. 

“Yeah, and I have connections!”  she pleaded. 

“No,” you said. 

“Fine. You’re no fun.” 

You guys had to wait until Max’s match was over and he was cleaned up before you could leave. You sat in the back while Liv and Max took you home. Liv waited until you were inside to drive off and tell Max about his cute “coworker.” Max found it a bit amusing, so he sent her his number. 

Liv worked her magic that night, with Max peeking over every once in awhile. Because for some reason, this Hook guy was still awake at three in the morning. Hook said he would try to stop by on Monday, when you came back from your two days off. And Liv didn’t tell you jack shit about her plan. 

When you came back to work, it was just you and Alexa until 11, when Liv and Iyo came in. It was all going well, you two being successful in getting through the morning rush. Lunch rush was a bit busy, but not as bad as Friday. Liv was tapping a pen on the counter impatiently, probably waiting for Max to bring her some food, or something. You and Iyo were tackling some spilt milk, until the bell rang and Liv tapped your shoulder.

“Can you take this order? I need to use the bathroom,” she said. 

“Sure,” you said, and went to the register to help a guy with a hood on get his order taken.

It wasn’t until you asked for his name you got a good look at his face. Brown eyes and broad shoulders. You could see some tufts of brown hair, too. But the thing that made him stand out was the big, purple bruise around his eye and- OH NO! 

“You should’ve known. Maybe this was all a coincidence? Hopefully he doesn’t remember you. Maybe if you are nice enough he’ll become a regular. I wonder if he’s single…” your mind raced with thoughts as you made his coffee. It was similar to your own order, just a bit stronger. 

You looked over to Liv. 

She smiled at you. 

You shook your head. 

Secretly, you were thankful for it. And for Liv, she was thankful he even showed up at all. 

He was the only person there, so you didn’t bother calling out his name. But hopefully you spelt it right. 

“Enjoy,” was all you said before you tried to turn away.

“Thanks,” he said. 

“But hey- uh,” he started. You turned your attention back to him. 

“Can I get a straw?” 

“Sure,” you said, and reached down to grab one. You handed one to him. 

“Thanks, and hey- you’re Max’s friend, right?” he asked. 

“Oh, um, not really. I’m just friends with his girlfriend.. so..” you trailed off. 

“Good, he's a dick.” 

“Yeah.” 

There was a moment of awkwardness before he spoke again, with a bit of nonverbal help from Liv who was listening in intently. Liv's ability to become friends with seemingly everybody was beyond you. 

“I think you’re cute too,” he said bluntly, but you could tell he really did mean it.

“Oh! Um, thanks! I mean- uh, sorry I didn’t mean too, uh,” you stammered before coming to your senses. 

“I’m sorry Liv tried to drag you into this,” you finally said. 

He chuckled and asked for your number. You gave it to him. 

The subsequent date was nice. You both shared a lot of laughs, and you learned he had a thing for photography. He even paid for the meal, despite your efforts. You went to a few more “shows'' with Liv, and he came home with you sometimes. But usually, you were both too tired to do anything. Sometimes you did, though. Hook was really good at making you feel good. 

After tiptoeing around each other for a while you guys decided to make it official. Liv was ecstatic when you told her the news. It’s kind of ironic, because then you became the one plucking glass out of your boyfriends back at 3am. 

[agustdiwillsueyou]

WHEN HE SURPRISE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY • MYG FF

"Okay, we're going now," Mom said while putting on her shoes. "Mummy can go tomorrow; stay here tonight," I asked her. I can live alone, but living alone on my birthday seems a bit depressing. "Dear, I have work, or else I would have stayed," she said hurriedly and then hugged and kissed my forehead. "Happy Birthday, dear. Bye," she wished me.

"Bye," I bid her. I started washing dishes. "No call, no message. Does he even remember that today is my birthday?" I muttered. After finishing the dishes, I moved on to clean the living room.

"After finishing all the house chores, I was about to leave when I heard the doorbell. "Is he here?" A smile spread across my face. I jogged towards the door and opened it. However, as I did so, my smile quickly faded.

"Hello, here is your order," said a delivery boy.

"But I didn't order anything," I told him.

"No ma'am, it's from Mr. Yoongi," he informed me.

"Oh, okay. Give it to me," I said and took the parcel."

"What's inside?" I asked the parcel, fully aware that it couldn't talk. It's a side-effect of living alone. I eagerly tore open the package and to my amazement, it was an ALBUM! WOW!!

This man sure knows how to steal my heart, yet I couldn't help but feel unimpressed. Alongside the album, I found a letter tucked inside.

Dear YN,

First and foremost, a very happy birthday to you. I hope you're having a wonderful day. I deeply regret not being able to celebrate with you in person due to my tight schedule. However, I'm determined to make it up to you. I learned that you weren't able to get the PROOF ALBUM, so here it is, my gift to you.Once again, happy birthday.

With love, Yoongi

There something else in box, Enjoy 😉

"What's with the wink emoji sticker?" I narrowed my eyes and saw a little box inside the box. I took it out and it was wrapped in gift paper. "He wrapped it himself," I said and examined the box.I unwrapped the box, and what I saw made my eyes widen and my jaw drop. A VIBRATOR!!WTF??? Now he's making fun of me. "We've been married for two years and we haven't even... and now he's making fun of it." "This is why people shouldn't marry their best friend." I vented all my anger.

I put all the gifts on the table and went to take a bath.

YOONGI POV

"Did you deliver that parcel?" I asked one of the staff, to which he replied, "Yes, Sir." I thanked him and hung up the call. Entering the building, I headed for the elevator, pressing the floor number where YN lives.

"Today, she'll be surprised," I thought, rubbing my hands together. After a few moments, I arrived at our doorstep. I gently pushed the door open, entered, and quietly removed my shoes. I noticed she had arranged the gifts on the table. "But where is she?" I pondered.

Curiosity piqued, I entered her room and heard the sound of the shower. "Ah, she's taking a bath," I mumbled, deciding to find a hiding spot.She emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair. I took out my cell phone and sent her a message.

'Hi YN'

' Happy Birthday Darling 🎉'

"Her phone chimed with a notification. She picked it up, her expression shifting into an angry pout. She messaged me back.

With a frustrated gesture, she tossed her phone onto the bed and turned her attention to combing her hair in front of the mirror. 'Just a few more minutes, honey,' I mumbled to myself.

Then, I heard the sound of rain. Oh no, she hates rain on her birthday."Oh, it's raining now. Hence, today is officially my birthday," she sighed. "Rain always brings a touch of melancholy to my birthday," she complained, before walking towards the balcony. She opened the patio door, allowing the cold air to kiss her face.

"Now is the perfect time to try out the gift my eccentric genius of a husband gave me," she declared before heading to retrieve the gift. I covered my mouth in amazement, thinking, 'Is she really going to do it now, here?' I nervously muttered to myself, "YN, please, not now."

She returned to the room and opened a drawer. "I'm not exactly thrilled about this vibrator, but my dear husband thoughtfully gifted it to me, so I can't just dismiss it. Although, I have no idea how to use it," she said while examining the intimate toy. Eventually, she placed it back in the drawer, reassuring herself, "No worries, he'll teach me. And if he doesn't, I'll give him a piece of my mind." Her firm resolve left me facepalming in embarrassment.

Next, she retrieved the CD speaker. 'Ah, she's going to play a song,' I thought. She carefully placed the CD labeled 'Yet To Come' on the speaker and settled onto the bed.

The song's melody was truly soothing.

Before long, the song came to an end...

YN POV

"The song came to an end, prompting me to rise from the bed. Suddenly, the bulb started blinking on and off.

"Now you're showing your tantrums," I scolded the bulb, crossing my arms. After giving it a stern second look, I fetched a stool. Placing a small ladder on the floor, I climbed up to try and fix the bulb. However, it proved futile. "Hmm, it's not working," I sighed, descending from the ladder. Unfortunately, my foot slipped, and I was on the verge of falling. I instinctively closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, but I landed in someone's arms.

I opened my eyes, expecting pain, but found none. Instead, I saw Yoongi holding me, though my right leg was still entangled in the ladder. Our gazes locked, and I felt that same rush of emotions I'd been trying to suppress. The intensity of his eyes always had the power to stir something within me, and it still did. What are you doing to me, Yoongi?

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slid his right hand behind my legs, lifting me in a bridal style. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concern evident in his eyes. I looked away, nodding in response. He gently set me down.

"Why are you here?" I inquired, wasting no time."First, let me fix this bulb, then we'll talk. Alright?" he suggested, pointing at the malfunctioning light. I nodded in agreement.

He ascended the ladder and skillfully fixed the bulb. As he descended, he declared, "Done," then turned his gaze towards me. I silently pleaded for him to look away; his gaze always had the power to melt me. Eventually, I broke eye contact.

"Are you still upset with me?" He asked, wearing a sad pout. He approached me, and I couldn't help but sigh. "You know I can't stay upset with you," I admitted, wrapping my arms around him. He reciprocated the hug, and I thought to myself, 'Only I know how much I missed his warmth.'

"Happy birthday, YN," he murmured, breaking the hug to kiss my forehead. "Thank you, Yoongi," I replied with a bright smile.

"Let's sit," he suggested. We settled near the patio door, admiring the rainy weather. Though my gaze was fixed on the rain, I could sense him watching me. When I turned to meet his eyes, he simply smiled and shook his head, redirecting his attention to the rainy view.

Then, we both heard the doorbell. I was about to get up, but he stopped me. "Wait, I'll check," he said, and I nodded. He went outside.

After a few minutes of waiting, I suddenly heard the familiar tune of a birthday song. I saw Yoongi, holding a small cake adorned with flickering candles. Overwhelmed with happiness, I instinctively covered my mouth.

"Oh my God, this is so sweet," I gushed in gratitude. He settled beside me, carefully placing the cake plate on the floor. "Blow out the candles, then make a wish," he instructed. I took a deep breath and blew out the candles. Yoongi broke into applause, his voice joining in the birthday song. In that moment, I couldn't help but silently wish for a future filled with Yoongi's unconditional love, hoping to spend my entire life with him.

After cutting the cake, I offered the first bite to him, and in return, he fed me a piece. Together, we finished the entire cake, and he playfully adorned my cheeks with frosting. A few tears welled up in my eyes, though they were only feigned

He grew concerned. "I'm so sorry. It's just cake," he apologized, reaching for a tissue to gently wipe my face.

He then lay down, resting his head in my lap. I tenderly stroked his hair, watching as he closed his eyes and settled into a state of relaxation. As the rain ceased, a gentle, cool breeze caressed us. "This is the best birthday," I finally spoke the sentiment my heart had been holding.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and cradled my face in his hands. "I'm sorry, YN, for not giving you my time. I promise you'll see me every day soon," he assured, a smile gracing his lips. His words puzzled me.

"What do you mean? Please don't tell me you're planning to go public with our relationship," I scolded gently, pointing a finger at him. "You don't have to take such a big risk. I'm content even if we meet infrequently. Your happiness and pursuit of your dreams matter more to me."

He took my hands in his, his gaze filled with concern. "But you are my dream, too. I'm not truly happy without you; my joy is complete with you by my side. And I know you feel the same. You have every right to say that your dream is me, and everyone should accept it," he declared, cupping my face as tears escaped my eyes. "I love you so much, YN... and I can't hide it any longer. Just give me one month. Promise, YN," he implored, kissing my hands.

"It's alright, Yoongi. I understand," I assured him, a mixture of emotions swirling within me.

He gently wiped away my tears. "Now don't cry, you look so ugly when you cry," he teased, and I couldn't help but laugh at his joke.

This time, I shifted to lay on his lap, gathering courage to confess. "I love you too, Yoongi," I admitted.

"I know," he replied with a soft chuckle.I closed my eyes, savoring the relaxation his touch brought. Suddenly, I felt soft lips press against mine, and there was no doubt whose they were. I couldn't help but smile, even between our kisses. Eventually, we parted.

"Nice taste," he commented, and I giggled in response, feeling a warm glow spread through me.

"Now, I'm asking you one last time, what are you actually cooking?" I warned him, my curiosity piqued.

"Okay, it's Aloo ka Paratha," he finally revealed, while stuffing spicy potatoes into something resembling bread, but not quite.

"Aloo ka what?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"PA-RA-THA," he emphasized, breaking down the word for me."Ah, got it," I nodded,

then picked up my phone and opened Google to learn more about 'Aloo ka Paratha'.

"Ah, got it," I nodded, then picked up my phone and opened Google to learn more about 'Aloo ka Paratha'.

As I read aloud the search results, "Google says, 'Aloo paratha is a bread dish originating from India. It is a popular breakfast dish in the Indian subcontinent. The recipe is one of the most beloved breakfast dishes throughout the western, central, and northern regions of India, as well as the eastern regions of Pakistan.' This sounds really tasty," I remarked, my mouth already watering at the thought.

"It is," he affirmed, carefully arranging the parathas on a plate.

He placed the plate on the dining table, then nervously rubbed his hands. "Let's eat," he suggested, and we both settled into our chairs. He took a piece, offering it to me, and I gladly accepted it into my mouth. As the flavors burst, my eyes widened, and I glanced at Yoongi, who was awaiting my feedback.

"Oh my God, Yoongi, it's incredibly tasty," I exclaimed, thoroughly enjoying the paratha.

"See, I told you," he declared, his voice filled with pride.

"Eat more," he encouraged, and I nodded. "You should have some too," I insisted, offering him a piece."No, I can't. I'm on a diet," he protested.

"YAHH.. PLEASE, JUST ONE PARATHA," I insisted firmly.

"Okay, okay," he relented, finally giving in and savoring a paratha as well.

....

"We both were in an elevator, our arms were linked to each other, and my head was resting on his shoulder. 'I'll miss you, Yoongi,' I said with a sad tone. 'Me too,' he said, rubbing my hands. I looked up at him, and he was also looking down at me."

"He leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met, both soft and passionate. We broke the kiss, and soon the elevator doors opened. He covered his face with a mask. 'I love you, Honey,' he said, patting my head as he went out of the elevator. However, he came back inside and handed me a small box."

"Then he went out again. 'This will always fill my emptiness when you feel alone.' And then the elevator closed. I opened the box, and there was a necklace. 'I love you,' I mumbled."

THE END

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[the-broken-truth]

What about a Yandere love letter for the concept with yan!dad Bruce and Dakota. Yk, in which he’s her biological father? 🥹

Broken Truth: Hello Anon! Thank you for choosing me to write your letter. I am excited to get started on it. I see that you have requested a Platonic Yandere Letter featuring Bruce Wayne and Dakota Blake. I am assuming that you are a fan of their story. Let's get right to it and start weaving words together! I'll add something extra, just to make it more interesting - not just the letter right away; hope you're okay with that.

Dakota had just arrived at the apartment that she shared with her mother, Marissa Blake. Marissa had raised Dakota on her own, with the help of Dakota's aunts and uncles. It was the end of Wild Berry Week at her aunt's bakery, and Dakota had just finished helping to clean up after a long day. Despite her love for helping out at the bakery, this year's event had been particularly stressful, thanks in part to one particular customer - Damian Wayne, the biological son of Bruce Wayne and scion of the Wayne family. Ever since Dakota's hidden trust had come to light, Damian had been causing trouble for Dakota and her family.

A while ago, Dakota found that she was the Eldest and Only Biological Daughter of Bruce Wayne - the product of a one-night stand when Bruce met her mother at some kind of event. Dakota had gone her entire life without her Biological Father and now he suddenly wanted to be a part of her life now that he knew she existed; this annoyed Dakota but Bruce had been keeping his distance while his scion had been coming to the bakery every single day to order large amounts of various muffins. As much as Dakota wanted to deny him business, she knew that the Waynes had money - money that would better fund her family's business so she kept her thoughts to herself. However, today was different: Damian arrived to collect the muffins but this time, he gave Dakota a letter sealed in an envelope stating that it was from their father - Damian said nothing else as he collected the muffins and went on his way.

Dakota arrived at Marissa's house but found that she wasn't home yet and was still at work. Dakota took off her jacket and satchel and placed them on the coat rack. She then pulled out a letter that Bruce had written to her from the right pocket of her jacket. She stared at it for a while before turning on the light at the dining table and taking a seat. Dakota opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. As she read the words written on the paper, anger filled her veins. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned the letter until she finished reading it.

Dear Dakota,

It's been a while since we last met at your Godmother's Cafe. Since then, I have been very busy running Wayne Enterprises, but I finally found time to write this letter. I sent it with Damian when he came to pick up muffins for our employee break room. Everyone here loves your muffins, especially the Blueberry Cheesecake ones; they're always the first to go. I even saw one being used as a prize in a wager between two of my employees, which was quite amusing. But, I digress. The reason I'm writing to you is because I need your full attention, Dakota.

I am your biological father, the one who contributed to your DNA with Marissa. Although I wasn't aware of your existence until you went for a blood test, it doesn't change the fact that you are my daughter and I am your father. It hurts me that I didn't get the chance to know you when you were a child, to watch you take your first steps, or to hear your first words. I heard that your first word was "Dada," but it was said to your Uncle Tobias Blake, which wasn't right. I am your real father, and no one else can take that away from me. Although Tobias might have been there for you, he has no right to wear the mantle of being your father. I wasn't able to be with you, but that's going to change, and I will make sure of it.

I am currently speaking with the Wayne family lawyer about securing a proper room for you at Wayne Manor. I am also planning to fight Marissa for your custody. Despite being of a mature age, you are not yet legally considered an adult. Marissa and the rest of the Blake family have had enough time with you, and it's now our turn to take care of you. I have contacted your school and requested that you transfer to Damian's School. However, they have informed me that I cannot do this since I am not listed as your father in your paperwork. I am working on getting this changed, along with your last name. You are a Wayne, and you should wear this name with pride. The Blake name doesn't hold nearly as much power as the Wayne name.

Once everything is said and done, I want you to take a break from school and work for about a month. In fact, I insist that you quit your job entirely. My daughter, who is also my heiress, shouldn't be working in a café where anyone can just walk in with a weapon and rob. I don't want to lose you like I lost your grandparents. Also, I recently heard that you are dating someone named Marcus Woods. You need to dump him immediately. I will introduce you to someone who is more worthy of someone with your stature. I understand that you might think I am being unfair, but I am just doing what any father would do for his little girl. Your brother Damian thinks that what I am doing is best for you. Speaking of Damian, he is looking forward to having you home. He has planned a lot for your first day at Wayne Manor, and I have never seen him so excited about anything in a long time. Give me about three months, and I'll have everything in place. All I need you to do is dump Marcus Woods and quit your job. If you want a job, I'll get you one at our company. You and Damian are going to run the company someday.

I'll try to make some time to see you so we can talk about all of this, hopefully within the week. Just give your father some time, Little Bat. I'm going to make everything better.

I love you, Dakota. Your father loves you so much. Until we meet again.

~ Signed, Bruce Wayne - Your One and Only Father

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Love Letters

(AN: Don't be fooled by the title, this one is full of angst and not a happy ending :(

Queen Dice finds some old love letters Luci wrote for her years ago; Luci doesn’t take it very kindly

Enjoy ^^)

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

"Luci? Can you— " Queen Dice walked into her wife's office as she usually did, not bothering to knock like she always did. Immediately taken aback, however, Dice noticed that the demon wasn't in her office.

Assuming she was getting a refill on her tea or simply decided to go grab a snack, Queen Dice waited for her Boss. She normally wouldn't wait around for her, and get back to work; but this was very important to Dice. She noticed not only the patrons staring at her, but her coworkers as well. She checked her face, nothing different about it; she checked her clothes, not a fabric out of place; her hair, perfect.

That was when she realized that she couldn't see the back of her head, her hair could look atrocious and she wouldn't even know it! That goes for her clothing as well. She could've gotten a stain on the back of her blazer and if she found it how would she be able to take care of it?! Her suit is dry clean only! It drove her absolutely batty! Staring didn't usually bother Dice, she actually enjoyed staring as long as there was no touching involved. Unfortunately many of her fans didn't know the meaning of 'look, don't touch'.

But when Ms. Wheezy was constantly staring at her, she knew something was wrong.

Anxiously running through her fingers through her hair, Queen Dice looked around the room in an effort to distract herself from the situation.

That's when her eyes fell on the open drawer, papers hastily placed inside. Some slightly crumpled, some perfectly pristine. Taking a few steps toward the desk, she noticed every one of them had the Devil's all-to-recognizable, curly handwriting.

Curiously, Dice stood behind Luci's desk, about to take out a handful of the papers and read them. Coming to her senses, she frowned and retracted her hand.

"Shame on you, Queen." She muttered to herself. "That's none of your business."

Dice started to walk off, looking back at the the open drawer. Her curiousity was piqued at this point, she'd forgotten all about the whole reason she came in here.

Taking the first piece of paper out of the drawer, she figured Luci would never know if she just read one while she was gone;

'I can't keep her out if my head, she has such a beautiful smile and captivating green eyes. I want to tell her how I feel, but to be honest I don't even know. I dont know if she even feels the same way.'

Queen Dice frowned. Who were these letters exactly for? She certainly hadn't seen them before. Looking at the next letter, she took it out of its place in the drawer and read it as well;

'Sorry I haven't written in a while... Wait, why am I apologizing? Anyway. I don't know why I can't just be normal around her. I'm able to coexist with everyone just fine but around her I just... I just... Can't. It's unfair. These stupid feelings. Stupid Dice.'

Dice let out a long sigh of relief, at least she knew that Luci wasn't seeing anyone else. Even so, these letters were odd... They were obviously from before they'd even started dating, but then why hadn't Dice seen them until now?

Finding another letting in the pile in the drawer, she read it to hopefully clear some air;

'Dice left today. I don't know if she's coming back. I know I said some things I shouldn't have. I was angry and didn't think she was listening, but obviously she was. I want to apologize, I really do, but I just can't. Pride is such a curse I am burdened with... I'd like to say the Casino is lost without her, but that would be a lie. It's not just the Casino. I don't just want her, I need her. Why do I have to be so stupid? So, so stupid.'

Along with the handwriting getting progressively more shaken and scraggly, Dice noticed old drops of tears mixed with eyeliner and mascara scattered all over the paper.

This must've been back a m after the 'good for nothing lackey' incident. Even if the situation was Lucifer's own fault, Dice couldn't help but feel bad for making her feel this way.

Turning back to the drawer, she noticed a rather long letter at the top.

'Dice, she just so— '...

Dice giggled as she read over the demon's several attempts to spell gorgeous. Though they were all scribbled out, they were still legible.

'— pretty. If I could talk to her I would. I'd love for her to be mine. Mine to love and kiss and hug and just hold her close and never let go. Shes so talented, her voice is like butter and milk, I could listen to it all day. I want to tell her how she makes me feel. Those fuzzy, warm feelings I get when I look at her. But I can't. I just can't. Sometimes my pride is most than just the burden that got me sent to hell in the first place. Maybe then I could've told her by now. Then again, I don't know what I would do if she didn't share these weird feelings. They're such weird feelings I've never felt in my existence. I'm so touch deprived for her, but I don't know why. Does that make any sense? No. It doesn't I know. None of this does. Dice doesn't even like me. She's afraid of me. Who would ever love me? God isn't right about a lot of things but he was right about me... No one will ever see me as anything but a monster.'

Queen Dice furrowed her eyebrows. She was aware that Luci was shy about her feelings but she didn't know how in denial she was. Looking at the four letters she'd read and back to the drawer, she hadn't even made a dent in the pile. How long had Luci been writing these letters? Why hadn't she let Dice see them? Why did she still have them?

The doorknob to the Devil's office turned, Queen Dice quickly gathering up the papers. Though a couple fell from her arms, falling to the floor like leaves. Cursing her clumsiness, Dice hurried to pick them up, dropping the other two in the process. Just in time for her to collect them all off the floor, the Devil walked in, making eye contact with Dice.

"What are you doing?" Luci asked.

Dice's heart sank to the floor. She froze in place, just holding the papers in one hand, twirling a patch of curls in the other. Backing away slightly, she realized there was nowhere to go. It was just her and the Devil.

"I— I'm sorry I wasn't trying to snoop around your things— Well I was snooping but I was only curious... I— I didn't mean to... I was..." Queen Dice hastily tried to explain herself, Luci almost immediately realizing what she was holding in her hand.

"Dice...?"

"Just lemme explain— "

"Dice."

"I— I was just— "

"Shut up, Dice." Luci snapped, swiping the papers away from her.

Doing as she was told, Queen Dice stood up straight, but couldn't look her wife in the eye. All she could do was stand in silence and just take whatever Luci had to say.

Lucifer was livid, she didn't need to do or say anything to convince Dice. She didn't yell at Dice often with her big, booming, serious voice. Not anymore at least. It sent a long forgotten, yet familiar strike of fear through Dice's body.

Sometimes Dice forgot she was married to the literal Devil. She was so sweet and gentle towards those she trusted. It was only when she was angry Queen Dice remembered this was Satan herself.

"I don't rightly know what you were doing in here or why you were looking through my drawer." Luci walked past her, stuffing the papers in the drawer and slamming it shut. "But you shouldn't be!"

"To be fair... It was open." Dice let a snide remark slip through.

She jumped and winced as a deep, loud growl erupted from the demon. Still, she couldn't look her in the eye. Afraid of what she might see, Dice kept her eyes to the ground.

"It doesn't matter! It's not your business to be going through my private things! If I ever leave a drawer open or leave something lay that isn't a contract; don't touch it. Understand?"

Queen Dice didn't answer.

"Understand?!"

"Yes— Yes honey— Ma'am— I... I mean yes ma'am... I'm— I'm sorry... I really am... You're right... I shouldn't have been looking through your things..." Queen Dice said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Luci sighed, Dice hearing the distinct sound of her chair squeaking when she sat down. "Now get out."

"Of course, I'm... I'm sorry again... I'll.. I'll go."

Dice turned around on her heel, heading towards the door, stopping once she heard the sound of the drawer opening again. With even more questions than answers, Dice turned around a bit. Watching her wife stare at one of the letters, she noticed a complete change in her demeanor than she expected. The demon sat with an idle smile as she stared down at the letter.

"Luci?" She asked without thinking.

"What?" Lucifer frowned yet didn't take her eyes off the letter.

"I was... I was wondering..."

"Fascinating."

"Well..." Queen Dice chuckled awkwardly. "I was wondering... Why... Why didn't you ever tell me about those letters?"

"You mean the letters I don't want to talk about anymore?" The demon snapped.

"Yes...? Those... Those ones... I was just wondering... Be— Because you know since we're married... I thought we could... Y'know... Share everything..."

"Share everything. Share everything?" Luci asked, placing the letter on her desk, face down. "I... I don't understand you sometimes, Dice. You... You respect my boundaries when it comes to talking about my past and... And... And the horrible things I've had to endure my whole life but... But you can't grasp why I don't want to talk about these letters? Or why I kept them for you in the first place?"

"Those letters are about me, I feel like I should know a little about them." Dice argued.

"You wouldn't have to if you'd have just minded your own business! But I get it, you've got yourself such a swelled ego." Sarcasm tugged at Luci's voice. "You think just because you're the manager of my Casino, and the wife of the Devil herself; you think you can just waltz in here and do whatever the Hell you want. Because you're Queen Dice. The queen of working her way out of situations."

"You're impossible, Lucifer."

"Don't you call me by my full name, Queen Sapphire Dice!"

"Look, I'm sorry, you're right, I shouldn't have looked through your things. I got too curious and— I— I just shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry."

Luci's emotions were at their breaking point, Dice just knew it. The way she had tensed up and was shaking, trying to look angry while the waterworks were barely holding back.

She crossed her arms, turning her back to Dice, obviously not satisfied with that apology.

"I..." Queen Dice sighed. "I really am sorry. I looked through your letters even though it's none of my business. And I'm sorry."

She turned back to the door, beginning to close it as she left. Looking back one more time, her spirit sank when she still saw Luci's back to her. When the door clicked shut behind her, Queen Dice leaned against the it, sighing. She blinked away the tears starting to form in her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself to form some kind of comfort about the situation. Still, the waterworks didn't stop, all she could do was stand there silently, hoping they'd go away eventually. That this feeling would go away eventually.

But as she stood there, they didn't. Nothing she could do would take them away. She didn't want to go back to work. She just wanted to disappear.

"Why did I do that...?" She quietly asked herself as she buried her face in her hands.

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(Anyone want a part two?)

[pbandjesse]

I am really exhausted today. My eyes felt very swollen and I was just so sleepy. After the last two days I was just so beat. And it wasn't a bad day at all. But it was a lot of resting.

I slept alright. I woke up a few times. My back was hurting really bad and it was hard to find a way to be comfortable. But I would sleep well enough. Though I couldn't find my phone (I was laying on top of a blanket and it was under it) so it didn't charge all night which annoyed me but whatever.

I woke up 3 minutes before my alarm. And reset the alarm to give myself a couple extra minutes. I got up and got cleaned up and dressed and tried to feel alright. I was tired but we had to go to the doctors and when that was done I could rest. I sat at the kitchen island with James and ate a spoonful of peanut butter while we opened some mail. Found a weird one from the insurance and will need to follow up on what they are sending us a check? Less thing we need is for it to be a scam.

We got to the doctor's like 20 minutes early. I checked in and asked if they had any idea what this letter from the insurance could be because it was dated on a day I was at that office. But no luck figuring that out there. Ah well.

Whenever you go to these appointments you gotta pee in a cup. I almost fell over doing that. My center of gravity is all off. But it was fine. And then they pulled me back to a room really fast. I went through all my concerns and worked symptoms. The nurse said it was good for me to tell them anything even if it seemed small.

She would go get James and the midwife came in soon after. She's the first person I ever met at this practice and she's very nice. She said "hey kiddo" when she did the Doppler and he as did baby's heart. It was very cute.

I asked her about the texture/tone of my belly. I have never actually felt a pregnant person's belly before so I wanted to make sure I understood if things felt correct. She said the hard spots are my muscles and the middle but is my uterus. Neat. She also told me what to look for (no being able to press in at all) and gave some advice about warning signs of preterm labor. Made me feel more secure.

We also went over the gestational diabetes test. I chose the orange flavor and I will take that on the 30th. She said it's nicer if it's cold so I'll put that in the fridge. And I am to take it approx 45 minutes before my appointment. Can do. She made me feel better about even if I do fail and what will happen going forward. I'm glad I get to do it after Christmas.

We had gotten taken back so quickly that we were out of there and back to the car 5 minutes after our scheduled appointment. Amazing.

It was very grey and drizzly today. I asked James what they would like to do for brunch, as was our plan for the morning, and they said they had no strong feelings. Sounds good. Let's go to the Pancake House. We had tired that a few months ago and it was pretty good. So I was looking forward to trying something else.

We got there and we were in a giggly mood. Just talking and having a nice morning together. James got pumpkin pancakes and I got eggs Florentine. Which was way to much so I brought half home and had that for lunch later. I really enjoyed the home fries they served. And while I hate that they only have bottle soda, I would still go back.

I was getting really tired and I had a lot of pressure in my insides. I was very much ready to go home and lay down.

The plan was to possibly meet with the Fulwilers to go see the wicked movie. But they had a contractor coming through today so instead we would go on our own. But for now I wanted to go back to sleep.

I changed and got back in bed and would sleep for a few hours. I woke up for a little and drank some water but went back to sleep.

I texted James around 1230 when I was more awake. They came upstairs and held me for a bit while we watched TikToks. Eventually my phone was almost dead and I asked for three things. My charger. A soda. And my leftover eggs warmed up. James handled all of that.

What I was eating my food James gave me the times we could go see the movie. I didn't want to go to late because it's almost a 3 hour long movie. So we decided we would get ready soon and go to the 240 showing at the rotunda.

I'm glad we went then. I brought some snacks but James also got popcorn that they shared with me. I was nervous about having to pee the whole time. So I didn't want to drink to much just in case.

The seats at that theater are super comfy and I really appreciate that you can put the legs up like a lazy boy, which helped my legs not be in pain but it also allowed me to change positions to help when I had pressure in my belly and had to pee half way through but didn't want to miss anything.

I really liked the movie. I agreed that the color grading was a little dull. But the movie was wonderful. I loved the costuming, specifically the jewelry choices. I just loved the choices. I loved the expansion of the story. And the character design was lovely. I laughed a lot. I cried a little during a few of the songs that always hit me but I was surprised when you see baby Elphaba during defying gravity killed me and I was so close to sobbing. I am excited to see the second half next year. It was very good though and I'm very glad we went.

Me and James headed out. They said there went an end credits so we didn't have to wait. We hit the bathrooms and James came out talking about the mufasa trailer and how retconing the original origins is wild. They were very passionate about this. I was mostly just really tired after seeing such a long show.

We got to the car and headed home. I got a bit car sick and did not feel well at all. When we got back here it took most of an hour to not feel so sick. James brought me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it helped a little bit I was just really uncomfy.

Eventually James came to lay in bed with me. Sweetp would join us. He's being really cuddly. But soon my legs hurt to much from him laying on them and I had to get up.

I would take a pretty cold bath. James filled two buckets of water to help but it was just never a nice one. At least I was clean.

Now we are in bed. And I am ready to sleep again. I feel like my eyes never opened all the way today. Was just to sleepy. But hopefully I will be fixed tomorrow.

I have an event tomorrow. I'm looking forward to that. I hope to cut out some bears and possibly new frog bodies in the morning. Maybe some cleaning. But mostly just a good day before work.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!

[decadentpandawasteland]

Hello, today marks Day 4 of my writing challenge, but I've decided to combine today and tomorrow's. Today's prompt is a conversation between two characters. Character A: "I never really knew you, did I?"

Character B: "No, I guess not."

This one hits a little closer to home, for reasons I'm sure you'll be able to put together, but I won't get into detail. As always, thank you for reading, and feedback is always welcome. I genuinely appreciate it :)

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It all started with a letter.

We were new homeowners, dealing with the joys and costs of it. We put in new carpet, had painted the walls, even rearranged a few rooms. Sewerage had backed up and flooded our basement a couple inches. Luckily between insurance and some saved up money I had, we were able to cover the expense. It definitely hit our finances, which were made even worse by her losing her job. Ironically it was the job we had met at. It was also the job where she had met him.

Fall was here, she hadn't been looking for jobs, which had been fine. I was okay saddling the financial burden for a bit. She had been going through sleepless nights for a few months now. Odd things had turned up, food that she never said anything about, flowers once too. The one I'm most ashamed of ignoring through was coming home at almost midnight for her to have a full face of makeup on, her hair curled, just in pajamas. She had a lot of headaches. So many that we had stopped being physical for a while.

One day, we had decided to deep clean the house. She offered to weed the garden, while I picked up trash and swept. That's when I found it. A little lime green envelope with his name and address written on it, our address was in the top corner. I recognized the handwriting immediately as hers. She wrote in a curvy, not-quite cursive style that was hard to miss. I threw it on the couch and continued cleaning, trying to take my mind off of it. I'm sure there was a reason, right?

She came inside, a little sweaty and dirty. She walked into our kitchen and got a glass of water. That's when I grabbed the letter and joined her in the kitchen.

“So what's this?” I asked. A blink of fear across her face and then confusion.

“I'm not sure.” She said before throwing it away, grabbing the trash bag it was in and throwing more trash into it.

I was worried because a few months ago she had called me in tears, saying things like “It's not true” and “Don't believe what they might have said”. It turned out there were some rumors going around her work that she was spending a lot of time with him in almost the exact same way she had done with me when I had worked there. I told her that I trusted her and didn't think much of it. I filed his name away as someone to keep an eye on, but nothing more. Frankly, I didn't think I had a lot of room to talk, with my own history of getting close with women I wasn't dating, but I never stepped over the line of cheating. But goddamn did I toe it. It had been the source of a lot of our pervious fights, but she didn't bring it up. I cut contact with that woman, done and done.

“Okay, but why does it have his name on it?” I asked, reaching for the trash bag. She handed it to me and I walked back into the living room, continuing to clean.

“There's a girl at work, Amanda. She was really close to him, but I guess he moved or something. She gave it to me to send to him.” She said, her eyes glancing at the almost full trash bag I had sat on the ground.

“Huh, that's weird. Why couldn't she send it? It has our address on it too.” I pointed out. A thought had crossed my mind. “I might be being paranoid, but I'll feel better after I read it.” I said, staring to get up from my seat on the couch, reaching for the bag. I hadn't realized it, but she had stepped between me and the trash bag.

“No. She put her confidence in me and I don't want to snoop on their relationship.” She said, her voice was getting an edge to it. “I'll just throw it away, okay? Then we don't have to worry about it. She can send another if she wants to.”

“If you're just going to throw it away, then there's no harm in me reading it. It'll make me feel better. Does her trust matter more to you than my peace of mind?” I said, still reaching.

That's when she pushed me.

She had spent the entirety of our relationship telling me about her previous relationships, how they put hands on her pushing or pulling one way or another. How one assaulted her, while one of his friends recorded it from the bushes.

She pushed me the same way he had pushed her. Even to this day, I don't think she realizes the scope of what she had done. I was so shocked by the action that I actually sat back down. That's when she got in my personal space. That's when I finally started thinking that this wasn't the woman I had been with for five years.

I shot up. There was a big size difference between the two of us. Without the shock of the action, the strangeness of it all, I walked through her. She tried fighting, yelling, begging, but at the end of it all, she knew the game was up. The bubble popped.

The trash bag was ripped from around her. I started looking through it. She was saying something, but the ringing in my ears blocked out most of it. My only focus was finding that lime green envelope. I just said fuck it, dumping the bag out. She had buried it at the very bottom.

“You're not going to like it,” she said, it finally registered what she was saying. I stopped looking at her, that disgusting green filled my entire world.

I ripped it open.

My entire universe cracked reading it. I felt it shift. I felt it fall and shatter into a billion irreparable pieces. The words ‘love of my life’, ‘spend together forever', and ‘I love you’. The letter landed on the couch I was sitting on. I don't remember setting it down. Tears streamed down my face. We sat in silence for what felt like a millenia. She started to get up, to try and say something.

“Do not fucking move.” I said, without looking up. “You better not fucking move a fucking inch.”

“I never really knew you, did I?” I asked, wiping away tears.

“No. You didn't.” She said, her voice small and quiet.

“You could have just been honest with me. That you didn't love me, that you didn't believe in us.” The words came out, cracked and raw. A full twelve hours of yelling and screaming will do that to a throat.

“I didn't want to hurt you…” She said again, refusing to look me in the eye. She was curled up on the step leading to the landing. She absent-mindedly played with the old wooden rail.

“You didn't want to hurt me? Really? That's what you're going with,” I couldn't take it anymore, “YOU DIDN'T WANT TO HURT ME SO YOU STARTED DATING HIM, WHILE YOU WERE WITH ME?!” I lashed out. “So what? I was just a placeholder? Someone to keep your fucking bed warm?”

She looked up, defeated. “What do you want me to say? I wasn't happy. I wasn't ready. We moved into so much, so quickly. We never dealt with your fuck ups. We just slid them under the rug! All those times I saw you texting her and I cried and cried and you didn't do shit to help me!”

“It was your idea to buy the fucking house! It was your idea to talk about marriage and kids and building this fucking life together! How long ago did the cheating start? Huh? When did the cheating start you fucking bitch?” My mind was racing, flares of intense, all consuming, scorched earth rage was burning in my chest. “Fucking answer me!”

“... I'm not sure. Before they put the new carpet in.” Her words rang in my mind like a bell atop a church.

“We… We put the carpet in a month after we moved in…” That fire reignited and refused to stop. This had been going on so much longer than I knew. “I should have fucking left you alone with them. That's what you deserve, you fucking cunt.” Her eyes went wide, finally I saw tears form. It took me calling her something that I never wanted to use for it to register. I think she thought she could talk her way out of it. That this was something I'd only be angry for a while about. But it clicked then. It clicked that we were done.