#he only shares with his beloved water spouse

[thelambprince]

Can I request a Underfell Grillby with a water spirit/elemental SO?

Anon. Of course you may.

I never thought this day would come. I had to pause and be like "do i... write fanfic? Do people know I DO that on Tumblr dot com?". Then I realized it doesn't matter, because they will. I still don't know why everyone loves my intersex reader one-shot but I'm happy to do more lmao

Sorry that it took me several eternities to see and write this, I never thought I'd have this opportunity. It would be funny, though, if you accidentally sent the ask to me instead of your fav writer lol

Favorable Conditions– Underfell Grillby x Water Spirit/Elemental S/O Oneshot

Warning(s)/General Tags: Description on how a Water Elemental/Spirit Eats, Strangers to Friends, Mutual Pining, I forget how I initially characterized this AU Grillby so sorry if it's inconsistent, maybe OOC Grillby but I like to think not

He was closing the bar per usual and taking the time to stretch. 'Fuck, my back hurts,' he thought, flames crackling brighter.

-- -- --

From safe kitchen doors, I peak my head out to investigate the noise. The purple-flamed monster turns his head disinterestedly to see the water spirit that's been staying with him aboveground.

And he smiles at me, making my form melt.

"Looking for more work?" He teases, giving a wicked smirk. I point to the kitchen to tell him what's wrong, which garners Grillby's attention. He, also quietly, approaches me and leans close to see what I'm pointing at. He's so close, it kind of distracts me. So close, I can feel him without hurting anyone...

And Grillby realizes the problem. I was not very compatible with his grill and hoped to clean it, but I don't have any gloves that would fit me for this task.

The gloves he usually wears while cleaning his grill wouldn't work either as I usually can't grip larger accessories—

Ugh, he just knew this day would be a pain in the ass.

"The grill isn't going to burn you and it shouldn't be hot anymore. You could probably still wash the grill if you wanted to," he muses, "with you being made of water. You know where I keep the dish soap, and the baking soda is..." He trails off. And blinks at me, owlishly.

"What?" He askes, rather confused by my face.

"...I can't exactly touch dish soap. Tasting it wouldn't hurt, but it would be a hard taste to be rid of, and it can get everywhere—" "You what." He just. Blinks again at me.

Now it's my turn to look at him with confusion.

"Don't you eat with your fire?" I ask. He chuckles at that. "No? And come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you eat!" He thinks aloud. Then he rushes into the kitchen and grabs something out of the fridge, wincing at the coldness and moving it between his hands. He moves it to the countertop and places some chicken nuggets in a pan under a grill grate, closest to where the fire will be.

Then, there's fire.

I watch, quite dumbfounded at his excitement to make these chicken nuggets, that I leer closer at the flames and the way his body moves. It's enthustic, wanting to bubble with laughter, but that same care is always there. No matter what he makes, who he makes it for, the love of his craft and especially the love of who he might make it for is obviously there.

It can be easily seen that he's not just heating up chicken nuggets as a joke towards some stranger— he seems genuinely excited about our time after working hours. Even if he clearly wants to play it off as a joke to laugh at me.

No, Grillby was much more good-natured than he let on. His willingness to engage with me, despite the cultural oddity of verbal speaking or mixing things up with an elemental that could easily dust him...

Were I not the same elemental who hide in waterfalls and ponds, maybe I would have minded more.

And like that, his chicken nuggets are done. They are in the shape of monsters I don't recognize. Those human stores have them— 'dinosaur nuggets'? Maybe the King's Favorite Human orders them occassionally?

Grillby playfully hums a tune and unceremoniously dumps my snack on one of his personal plates.

He then clears his throat and keeps a straight face.

"So, before you show me how it's done, we have some things to discuss."

Then his face seems more strict, and I remember that this is Grillby.

"Like how you didn't tell me you needed gloves. Were you just avoiding the soap and dirty water this WHOLE time?" He asks, fire crackling much louder than what I'm used to.

Well, I'm going to be honest.

"Most people don't consider how water elementals can taste or eat. The workarounds are fairly convient and it's not too much fuss to quietly find them, anyways," I add, which softens Grillby's features. Actually, he seems... quite regretful. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew what I meant, being a fire elemental himself.

"And you took my offer anyways? You didn't have to do that." He sort of grumbles, absentmindly watching as I grab one of the chicken nuggets he made.

I look at it with a sort of bored gaze. "I wanted to. And for the record, I wouldn't have cared if you never noticed or asked. You're a great company to be around." I bite into chicken nugget, which sort of floats into my head before being magically dissolved into the water that makes up my body.

I catch Grillby staring into my eyes before conjuring an argument.

"But I'd help you anyways. If you were just desperate to leave that pond, I would have helped you find something else!" Grillby seems more frustrated. That's right.

I found Grillby with the rain was pouring outside this store. Being so new to the surface, we were both caught off guard when the rain could just. Appear anywhere? So he had no umbrella but the guy inside kind of pissed him off, so he wasn't going to buy an umbrella. He planned on waiting, until I gave him my umbrella.

I only ever carried one because Waterfall had them aplenty and the taste of cave ceiling condensate gets repetitive and repulsive with time. Lucky for Grillby, I kept it out of habit and saw the perfect opportunity to leave it with someone who would actually need it now.

Grillby (very reluctant and suspiciously) took the umbrella, checked it for holes or intentional slashes. Keeping an eye on me for any sudden or lethal movements.

When he determined that the umbrella was actually perfectly fine, he took the umbrella with more poise.

"Thanks," he muttered, and tested how well it kept off rain. Then walked with it, marveling at the shelter it provided, before he turned around. "If you don't plan on keeping it, I wouldn't mind having it," he (sort of) joked, which you calms waved off. "Keep it," you insisted. Then you walked off, continuing past the building for the one you actually came for.

Grillby could never forget how odd and kind the interaction was. This was the surface, huh?

Not a bad place to open shop, if a monster like YOU was here, too.

And when you ran into each other again, living at this new pond on the surface, you found yourself in a bit of situation.

Winter was approaching, which means you'd be trapped under the ice. And bear in mind, your pond was small and empty of fish. But if you left, you would probably have to go back underground and how would you work? What if another elemental took your pond?

Well, you were just going to have to figure something out.

On your way to work, you came by your bus stop. We'll, who would uave known? A familiar elemental showed his face, umbrella on hand in case of emergency.

Both of you talked, he joked, you laughed. It was a nice moment on a mundane day, between two unsuspecting elementals that crossed paths again. You told him your struggles for winter, he offered a job. You know, as thanks for valuing his time.

At first, you rejected. Didn't know the guy, who he really was, but he held the offer out in case you needed it.

You talked some more the following days. You got his number and met at all sorts of places. When you came to his bar, well... it was better than a pond. He laid his offer out.

That wasn't very long ago, but the time you've known him has certainly been something.

Back to your current situation, Grillby was more than sure he wanted to make out with you right here, right now. It didn't matter that the shop only just closed, or that you were both friends, or that he swore that it'd be a miracle if anything happened between you. His fear of water was there, yes, but there had to be some magic that allowed him to kiss you. To hold you. To craddle your face as you looked up to him with those watery eyes.

And it wasn't fair. It's not fair that he has to yearn like this when you were so close, so impossible close that he wanted to just lean in and risk it anyways. But even if he truly believed you felt just as strongly about him (which he doesn't), he would be at risk of hurting you, too. And he didn't pummel a few customers for making fun of you, because he didn't care.

Gods, if he could have one wish...

"I was in a bad spot, but I still choose to take your offer. So far, I still think you'll be one hell fo a roommate." You give him a little bit of a winning smile and he's reeling back to reality.

Right, of course. He nods.

"Just don't think you have to do everything yourself. We're roommates for a reason," he complains, which you blissfully tune out as you eat the rest of your nuggets.

'Roommates', you say? That's what you both agreed to. And as long as he's near you, maybe 'roommate' will be good enough for now.

[kairiscorner]

don't be shy. – nanami kento x spouse!reader

🥖 genre: a delicious loaf of suggestive ~

🖋️ word count: 339

💭 summary: your sweet husband's noticed you staring at him after his shower... he won't deprive you of what you want, however.

🍥 author's note: i need him .

he runs a veiny hand through his sopping wet blonde hair as he clutches the towel wrapped around his waist. the droplets of water on his broad chest dripped down his toned body, falling onto the floor of your shared bedroom. he looks over at you on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone; he wonders what dinner tonight's gonna be, what you'd like to eat, or if you'd be in the mood to stroll downtown to discover new restaurants to eat at.

"love, what would you like to eat tonight?" he asked you with a raspy voice, turning to look over at you, still clad in only a bath towel. your eyes drifted from your screen to your husband, standing before you, half-naked. your eyes grew wide, and your face heated up–you kept forgetting how much of a sculpture your beloved look like. "love...?" he repeated, moving over to your side, the shorts he was going to wear in his hand. maybe he knew just what kind of effect he had on you, maybe he was just teasing you by not putting his boxers on yet and giving you a closer look.

your eyes remained fixed on his rippling abdominal muscles, as well as the towel wrapped around his waist. if you could only rip that towel off your husband... he wouldn't need to ask what dinner would be, he's on the menu tonight. "dearest..." he whispered, placing his thick, bony fingers under your chin, bringing your eyes to look up into his own honey-brown ones. "my eyes are up here. but what you're looking for... he took your hands in his own, leaning closer to you, and placing your hands onto his sculpted abs. you gasped, your fingers twitching at the touch, making a chuckle escape from underneath his breath. "...is right here in front of you. don't be shy, take it, my beloved."

looks like he's gonna let you ravish him for dessert tonight... dinner can wait, but your loving husband doesn't seem like he can.

[jambiscuits27]

Heloo

Im Mahmoud from Gaza ..i need your help if you can

Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸

My link in bio

Asking for help is not easy .l request a small donation of $ 15 or $25 from each person .$35 will save my family and help me cover travel expenses and rebuild.what's left of my home

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Hello there, I hope you’re doing well.

To anyone reading this, please if you can, donate to Mahmoud. Even simply sharing/reblogging their fundraiser if you cant donate is highly beneficial. Right now only $9,483 out of their $50,000 goal has been reached so every little bit of help is appreciated. Mahmoud is currently in refuge in a camp in Rafah with his fiancée, Sujood, and family (incl. his younger brother Mohammed, his wife and his son Yasser) after their house got bombed by tanks on 23 Nov 2023. I hope you sympathise with their story and help them in any way you can.

Gofundme desc. under cut:

“Dear beloved friends, My name is Mahmoud Alkhaldi. I am a Palestinian refugee living with my fiancée and family in a catastrophic situation-in tents- in Rafah. However, for 116+ days, me and my family have been under intense bombing and warplanes rockets in the Gaza strip. I’m asking funds to evacuate (5) members of my family from Gaza to a safe place in Egypt, including my younger brother (Mohammed, his wife, and his 1 and half year son Yasser), and me and my fiancée Sujood). It could be very expensive and costly to evacuate a war zone at a miserable time like this. We will need approximately $50000 and a lot of prayers.

Our home was targeted in a tank bombing on the 25th of November 2023 that left it unlivable, along with the entire neighborhood of Al-Burij refugee camp, in Gaza City.

When we returned back to our home to get some needed itemsand clothes, we found that Israeli soldiers also steal our belongings. Since that day, my family has been sleeping in a miserable tent in Rafah, in the south of Gaza, which has become a home for all people from the Gaza strip, whose homes were also destroyed by airstrikes, but they have survived thus far.

I can't express how useless and depressed we felt after finding out what they'd been through and are currently going through. Each moment, we worry about losing them. Without connection settings, we cannot constantly contact them. During the moment of typing, over 25,0000 individuals have been killed in Gaza. They are without electrical power or heating for a period of three months, food is limited, and their drinking water is unsafe for human consumption. My family's only hope is to evacuate to to a safer place out of Gaza. My family went through the loss of several friends, and many of them have lost their spouses and children. I am afraid of losing my family. They are the light that leads me through my life. I cannot live or survive without them.

The expenses of travel for 5 people are as follows:

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We are need your help and support in raising $50000 to transport them from Gaza to Egypt. Once the cash are put in the US bank account, they will be deposited to my family's bank account. He intended to utilize the funds to cover the costs of going to Egypt as soon as feasible.”

[reddishwork]

Hello!

Sorry if you already answered this. I was wondering what made you ship Daemon and Alicent in the first place, especially since they are kind of a rarepair.

Hi! No, I haven't actually and I love this question!

The reason why I initially shipped them is because after watching the HOTD S1, I thought that they were inverted parallels of each other.

They're similar in that both Alicent and Daemon were forced into unwanted marriages, they both lost their beloved mothers at a young age, they both want Rhaenyra's love, they both struggle in gaining Viserys' acceptance, they both watched their spouses die in front of them in horrific ways. And they BOTH end up with terrible reputations even though they have made completely different decisions. It seems that fate has just landed them in the exact same place.

I also think that they are perfect for each other personality-wise (bear with me on this lol). They both share instinctively violent tendencies when protecting people they love (eye for an eye/son for a son), they understand that 'language'. Neither Viserys nor Rhaenyra really share their partner's knee-jerk bloodlust (I mean the show watered Alicent down s2 which still aggravates me). My interpretation is that Daemon wants to be useful to someone, relied upon and respected. Rhaenyra's lack of trust in him is the biggest divider in their marriage. Whereas, Alicent wants someone who will protect her like neither Otto nor Viserys ever did. I think Daemon would be perfect for her in this regard.

I see a lot of people's main complaint with this ship is that Daemon would get 'bored' of Alicent or that he only wants a Valyrian wife. Both of these things may well be true canonically, but I think those who think that Daemon would be bored of Alicent underestimate Alicent as a character, like you can't be 'fire and blood' if you're not a Targaryen. The show did a really good job of underplaying House Hightower but they are a very important and ancient House that know the game and I think the way that they would have FOUGHT for Daemon's claim and his children's claims to the throne would have made him shift his perspective in the event he had found himself with Alicent.

I'm not saying that I think the show or book should be different or anything, but I just think that they are two characters who fit together like puzzle pieces in the right circumstances.

[yurislotusgarden]

One of those night's

ʚїɞ Soukoku fic!

ʚїɞ ship: Dazai Osamu x Chuuya nakahara

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ First work

ʚїɞ cross-posted on ao3 under @Yuri_LotusFlower

ʚїɞ word count: 691

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just married soukoku fluff to heal your soul!

A  pair of chestnut eyes were looking at the small digital clock on the nightstand. The clock showed 4:57, an hour he would usually be asleep at, but not today, sleep just didn't want to come to him, no matter how long he laid in his bed. It was that night again. The ginger was so in his thoughts, that he did not notice the small movements of the body behind him until they spoke.

“You’re awake” spoke the voice from behind in a whisper, normally the voice would be speaking in a teasing voice, yet not tonight. The smaller male could feel the arms around his waist tighten just a little.

“Yeah, I guess I am Osamu” the ginger whispered back -no bite in his words like usually there would- turning around in the brunette’s -Dazai Osamu’s- arms to face him.

“May I ask why, my dear?” Dazai asked back, his voice soft so as to not ruin the calm atmosphere in their shared bedroom. He planted a gentle kiss on his lover’s hair.

Chuuya hesitated, yet answered back after a longer minute, “I know you already know, you bastard” after which he let out a heavier breath, already feeling a little bit better by just the small conversation between himself and his husband.

Dazai chuckled quietly. “Yeah, I do”. Soon after, the ginger-haired male felt a hand on his head, fingers running gently through his hair, carefully getting rid of any knots in Chuuya’s hair. Something the brunette knew calms the other down.

“Do you need water? or anything else to help you fall asleep?” Dazai asked quietly, eyes barely open, keeping himself from falling asleep yet again only by remembering that his beloved chibbiko may need something. 

“Water would be nice” Chuuya answered quietly. Shortly after, the taller one sat up and stood up from their bed before going out of the bedroom. Dazai came back maybe two or three minutes later, with a cup of water in hand, before giving it to his short-tempered husband.

After Chuuya drank the water, he put the cup on the nightstand, planning to take the cup back to the kitchen after he gets up from bed in the morning. Noticing that his spouse went back to laying in their bed, he did the same. 

Both males stayed in silence, the ginger on the brunette's chest, Dazai’s fingers running through Chuuya’s hair, Dazai’s other arm on his back, rubbing small random shapes - calming them both. 

“Why are you even awake?” the male on top of the other asked quietly, only now realizing that his husband should be asleep as he didn't really do anything to wake him up. The male under him lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Is it really something to worry your small head about chibi?” Dazai spoke, the slight teasing clear in his voice, wanting to put at least a little smile on the other one’s face. “I bet your tacky hats are the reason why you care about such a small thing! Nothing bigger can probably fit in that small brain of yours” The other one in question looked up at him, a fake offended look on his face.

“Excuse you? My hats are not tacky! And they’re perfectly well done!” Chuuya spoke up, trying hard to not let a smile show up on his face.

“Hmm, are your clothes also oh so perfectly made? Let me see” Before the ginger could react, he's on his back, trying not to burst out laughing from the fingers moving on his sides.

“Hey!” Chuuya tried to stop Dazai’s tickle attack but was unsuccessful. Leading to quite long misery in the position he got himself into.

Sometimes no banter.

Sometimes teasing. 

Sometimes no words.

Sometimes just silent affection.

Sometimes wanting to show as much affection as possible.

Sometimes little fights with no meaning and sometimes with one.  

Chuuya may be a mafia executive, but he loves little, calm moments between them. And Dazai? Well, who’s to say he can’t appreciate the little moments with his short husband? He may be a suicidal maniac, but he's a suicidal maniac in love. 

[pearlywritings]

I wonder how Diluc handled the first pregnancy and the birth of surprise twins. Who did he go to for advice? How did he handle the mood swings (if there were any)? How much of a Mother Hen was he? First time mothers often labor for hours before their water breaks, how did he handle the anticipation? How did he handle the water breaking? Imagine being Diluc when the first Twin is born, being relieved and happy that everything is finally over, only for something that is definitely not the placenta to start making themselves known. Being confused and worried and then the realization that ‘oh archons there’s another one’ (the other twin: surprise motherfucker.exe)

Oh, those are very interesting questions!

First of all, if you followed the stories in my Family AU you know that even though the pregnancy was planned, Diluc used to struggle with the topic, scared he won't be a great dad for different reasons. So when he finally realised he'd be a good parent to his future child, his mind was set on providing both his wife and the baby. I'd say yes, he became a Mother Hen when Lady Ragnvindr told him the happy news, but it was an Extremely Cautious and Nervous Mother Hen. He literally treated his wife as if she was made of glass, at times as much as afriad to touch her, until she firmly put her foot down (with all the reassurance the doctor also gave the couple), reminding the man she needed him to be physcial with her, because in her hormonal state she would seek his embraces for comfort.

But the thing about Diluc is that even if he seems like an easily driven mad man, he actually has patience of a saint when it comes to the love of his life. Yes, he was confused at first about her mood swings and was constantly on edge, thinking he'd done something wrong (especially since the majority of them were caused by his night protecting endeavours early into the pregnancy) - but Adelinde was always there for the both of them, and basically the first solid lecturing he got was from her, piecing together some bits he had heard from Kaeya before.

Kaeya was the next person he went to for advice, for personal experience as a father. He also asked the Cavalry Captain's wife certain things he had noticed happening to his own wife, to make sure if it's okay and how he he was supposed regulate the situation and IF he actually could do that.

He rearranged his work schedule to be home at least 70% of the time, the spouses together picked and hired a couple more maids, during the last months moved the midwife into the Winery, so the pregnant woman always had a professional nearby, and in the sense of preparing everything for the child's immediate comfort after being born they too were efficient.

And when the day X actually came, no amount of training seemed to be at help when Lady Ragnvindr went into labor. Diluc wasn't reduced to a wreck only because his wife needed him and on that thought solely he was surviving, not leaving her side for the whole duration.

As soon as he heard the baby cry, he felt relief washing over him, almost missing when someone said it's a boy, - he instantly leaned to kiss his wife's forehead and praise her for how well she'd done. But when the midwife gasped in surprise and claimed there was another one, Diluc shared an eye contact with his beloved they both will never forget.

It was the day, when for the first time in a long while, the redhead was quietly crying, holding a baby in each arm.

Sure, many things had to be reconsidered, but after getting to hold them, his SONS, it was as if a huge weight was taken off his shoulders.

Being first-time parents was hard both for him and his wife in an emotional aspect, but they tried their best. As a result - two healthy happy boys, adoring their mom and dad to the moon and back.

[alertfacts]

Nate Bargatze's Partner in Comedy: A Closer Look at His Wife

When you think of Nate Bargatze, the first thing that comes to mind is probably his effortless humor, relatable jokes, and that signature Southern drawl. But behind every great comedian, there's often an unsung hero who keeps everything running smoothly. Enter Laura Bargatze, Nate Bargatze's wife and the rock of his life. She’s not just a supportive spouse but also an integral part of his career. Curious about how she fits into the picture? Let's dive into the fascinating world of Nate Bargatze's wife, Laura Bargatze.

The Early Days: Young Love and Big Dreams

Nate and Laura’s story began long before the comedy clubs and Netflix specials. They met when they were just kids, well before Nate’s career took off. They were high school sweethearts, and their bond only grew stronger over the years. While Nate was busy honing his craft and perfecting his jokes, Laura was there every step of the way, cheering him on.

Their relationship was built on shared experiences, mutual respect, and a lot of love. And let’s face it, behind every joke about married life or parenting, there’s a nugget of truth from their shared journey.

Highlights of Their Early Relationship

High school sweethearts

Shared dreams and ambitions

Mutual support and respect

Laura’s Career: A Blend of Professionalism and Passion

Nate Bargatze's wife, Laura, is no stranger to hard work. With a bachelor’s degree in business administration from Middle Tennessee State University, she has built an impressive career. She initially dipped her toes in the marketing waters at Applebee’s restaurant chain, but that was just the beginning.

Laura's Career Milestones

Applebee’s Marketing: Where it all started.

Corporate Event Organizing: Showcasing her knack for planning and management.

Bargatze Enterprises: Currently, she wears multiple hats, producing Nate’s Nateland podcast and working as a talent manager.

It’s clear that Laura’s practical mentality and business acumen are the perfect counterbalance to Nate’s whimsical nature. This dynamic duo not only thrives at home but also collaborates professionally, creating a powerhouse team.

The Power of Collaboration: Nateland Podcast

One of the most significant collaborations between Nate and Laura is the Nateland podcast. While Nate is the voice that fans hear, Laura is the powerhouse behind the scenes, ensuring everything runs smoothly. She produces the show, manages the logistics, and handles the details that allow Nate to focus on being funny.

The Secret Sauce Behind Nateland

Production: Laura ensures the show’s quality and consistency.

Management: Handling logistics, scheduling, and guest coordination.

Creative Input: Offering feedback and ideas to keep the content fresh.

Without Laura's keen eye for detail and organizational skills, the podcast might not have become the success it is today. It’s a true testament to their collaborative spirit and mutual respect.

Family Life: The Heart of Nate's Comedy

If you’ve ever watched Nate’s stand-up, you know that his jokes often revolve around his family. His comedy is a reflection of his real-life experiences, and Nate Bargatze's wife, Laura, plays a significant role in that. Whether he’s poking fun at his domestic inadequacies or sharing heartfelt stories about their relationship, Laura is always at the heart of it.

Family Dynamics in Nate’s Comedy

Relatable Jokes: From parenting mishaps to married life quirks.

Heartfelt Stories: Genuine anecdotes that resonate with audiences.

A Balance of Humor and Reality: Keeping his comedy grounded and relatable.

It’s Laura’s presence and their shared experiences that provide the material for many of Nate’s most beloved jokes. She keeps him grounded and ensures that his comedy remains authentic and relatable.

The Real Laura Bargatze: Beyond the Spotlight

So, who is Laura Bargatze when she’s not behind the scenes of a podcast or supporting her husband’s comedy career? She’s a dedicated professional, a loving mother, and a steadfast partner. But more than that, she’s a person with her own dreams, ambitions, and passions.

A Glimpse into Laura’s World

Business Professional: With a keen eye for detail and a passion for management.

Loving Mother: Balancing career and family life with grace.

Steadfast Partner: Offering unwavering support to Nate in all his endeavors.

Laura’s ability to juggle multiple roles is nothing short of impressive. She’s a testament to the fact that behind every successful person is a team of dedicated individuals who help make it all possible.

Conclusion

In the world of comedy, it’s easy to focus on the person holding the mic. But it’s important to remember that behind every great comedian like Nate Bargatze is someone like Laura—supportive, hardworking, and integral to their success. Nate Bargatze's wife may not be the one on stage, but her impact is undeniable. She’s the unsung hero who keeps everything running smoothly, and her influence is felt in every joke, every punchline, and every laugh.

So next time you’re watching Nate Bargatze and laughing at his hilarious takes on life, remember the woman behind the scenes who makes it all possible. Nate Bargatze's wife, Laura, is not just Nate’s wife; she’s a powerhouse in her own right, and their partnership is a true example of how teamwork makes the dream work.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 486

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 51: Process Of Marriage 21

Gen 2:24 FOR THIS CAUSE will a man GO AWAY FROM HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER AND BE JOINED TO HIS WIFE; and they will be one flesh. BBE

NAKED AFTER MARRIAGE 4

The most astounding irony in marriage now is that instead of Opening up to yourselves in marriage, you feel more comfortable to go and tell all your life’s history to whom you call a “friend” outside.

It is obvious that there are many “marriage counsellor” who have ended up sleeping with their clients, all in the name of trying to help them repair their marriages.

Pro 5:15-17 You should be faithful to your wife, just as you take water from your own well. And don't be like a stream from which just any woman may take a drink. Save yourself for your wife and don't have sex with other women. CEV

The scripture above refers directly to sleeping around with strangers, but you must understand that sex (direct coitus) is not the only form of INTERCOURSE.

That WORD means a man copulating with a woman till he ejaculates into her, but a 2nd meaning is a Communication between Individuals.

Is this already telling us something please?

Pro 6:24-25 Truth will protect you from immorality and from the promiscuity of another man’s wife. YOUR HEART WON’T BE ENTICED BY HER FLATTERIES OR LUST OVER HER BEAUTY—NOR WILL HER SUGGESTIVE WAYS CONQUER YOU. TPT

Whatever form of Nakedness (open sincere talk or physical) you share with anyone has the potency of culminating in the same results.

When you are communicating your heartfelt emotions with a stranger, you are having an intercourse and fusing your souls.

You will soon fall in love and the “waning” love you have for your true spouse will be dislodged.

1Co 5:6 Your boasting is not good. Don’t you know that A LITTLE YEAST affects the whole batch of dough? NET

It’s a simple analogy: Take a litre of kerosene - representing the “fading” comms you have had with your husband - and keep adding petrol - representing the new comms with a stranger - till it becomes 100 litres.

Nobody will ever sense that there’s been any Kerosene at all. 99% of Petrol will erase 1% of Kerosene. It’s not pure but it will be called Petrol.

Got it?

1Co 15:33 Do not be tricked by false words: evil company does damage to good behaviour. BBE

The true value of a [good] conversation can be [conclusively] determined by the discussants: whether they are the right persons to have that discussion or not, matters.

Apart from the fact that “deep rooted” conversation with a stranger could lead to sexual indecency, even if you don’t end up there, you would still have damaged your family bond.

Pro 15:22 Your plans will fall apart right in front of you if you fail to get good advice. BUT IF YOU FIRST SEEK OUT MULTIPLE COUNSELORS, YOU’LL WATCH YOUR PLANS SUCCEED. TPT

Yes beloved, I believe too that Counsel is good in helping us plan and succeed, but that is relevant mostly for business and politics, as these scriptures clearly state.

Pro 11:14 A NATION will fall if it has no guidance. MANY ADVISERS MEAN SECURITY. GNB

In Marriage, counselors should be very carefully chosen.

Marriage counselling is a sensitive vocation and it is always advisable not to have opposite sexes in sessions.

What do you think could happen when a Man is asking questions about the sex life and romance of a woman?

There are things you shouldn’t tell [even] your pastor about your union at home.

2Co 6:14 Don’t continue to team up with unbelievers in MISMATCHED ALLIANCES, for what partnership is there between righteousness and rebellion? Who could mingle light with darkness? TPT

In the context of Marriage counseling, Mismatched, inappropriate or Unequal Alliances, questions the sexes and number of those involved in any particular Counseling session.

If such counselling must work, then it has to be that both of the couple are in session.

Otherwise, it must be a Man counseling a Husband or woman counseling Wife.

Joh 4:15-16 The woman said to him, Sir, give me this water, so that I may not be in need again of drink and will not have to come all this way for it. Jesus said to her, Go, get your husband and come back here with him. BBE

A Pastor was [alone] counseling a woman and she poured out her heart to the point that she was about to bring out her breasts and show the Pst. Something. The man screamed, stopped her, did some “jet” prayers and ran!

May God shield our homes from strangers and wolves, and shield us from dangerous exposures, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Friday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

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[timhatchlive]

Can We Thank God For His Anger?

This is an important question. One that reveals a lot about who we are. Can we thank God for his anger?

Many cannot. They see God's anger as an inconvenienct to the life they want to lead. They want a God who is only nice and kind and never places a demand upon them of faithful obedience. This sort of "god" is one of their own making - a nice thought, like a guardian angel or spiritual advisor. But this is NOT the God of heaven. He will not let His people act unrighteously without warning and punishment. The reason God's people can be thankful for His anger is that His anger is perfectly measured, just and most important - soul-saving!

Finishing off the Isaiah 6-12 section, the prophet closes with a song of praise for God's judgment executed swiftly on the nation that disobeyed. 

Isaiah 12:1 (ESV) You will say in that day: “I will give thanks to you, O LORD, for though you were angry with me, your anger turned away, that you might comfort me.

You CAN give God thanks for His anger. Why? Because sin never delivers on its promises. Sin offers what it cannot supply. Sin puts you on the throne and you are a horrible king. God loves His people enough to draw them back from the years of justified discipline.

Isaiah reminds the people further:

Isaiah 12:2 (ESV) “Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the LORD GOD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.”

When God disciplines us, He does so to remove our false trusts and hopes. The vain idols we turn to for protection fail! For this reason, we can be thankful that He will not let us gain ground trusting those shifting sands on which we may be tempted to build our lives. 

Moreover, Isaiah describes a people not simply thankful but rejoicing in God's work toward them. Why? Because in finding in Him alone our salvation we find there is a well of water waiting for us. 

Isaiah 12:3–4 (ESV) With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. 4 And you will say in that day: “Give thanks to the LORD, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the peoples, proclaim that his name is exalted.

The people will sing exuberantly of the work of the Lord:

Isaiah 12:5-6 (ESV) “Sing praises to the LORD, for he has done gloriously; let this be made known in all the earth. 6 Shout, and sing for joy, O inhabitant of Zion, for great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel.”

What a picture of a true relationship with the Lord. You're thankful and worshipful when He doesn't let you wander. This, of course, is not the natural picture most have when it comes to His judgments and wrath. But any true relationship requires anger at events that cause harm to those we love. A father is angered by his child's disobedience which may lead to harm. A spouse is angered by a flirting tendency in their beloved. Anger is a necessary part of healthy and committed relationships. 

You can be thankful and praiseful toward God for His unwillingness to share you with the idols of this age. His discipline toward you is the surest sign you belong to Him!

Hebrews 12:6 (ESV) For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.”

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[eunivrse]

thinking abt house husband armin 🥺

so cute, armin gives me malewife vibes :(

content warnings: shower sex, oral fem receiving, some fluff, and armin as a house husband (or malewife)

note: i apologize if the anon who sent me this was expecting more fluff, but this is a pre dominantly nsfw blog after all.

malewife armin who, when you come home from a long day of work, has whipped you up your favorite meal and is waiting for you to finally sit and relax.

malewife armin who kisses you tenderly as soon as you put your stuff on the counter, warm hands cupping your cheeks as you embrace him, missing his warmth so much.

malewife armin massaging your shoulders and pours your glass your favorite brand of wine that he bought earlier that day because he knew you were gonna come home spent.

malewife armin who just loves you so much and wants nothing more than to take good care of you, so he comes into the shower with you to help you loosen up.

malewife armin giving your shoulders light kisses, coaxing you as he eventually kneels in front of you, holding your hands before nipping on your inner thigh.

malewife armin who eats you out in the shower, the water sprinkling on his back as he gets off to your echoey moans bouncing off the glass of your shared bathroom.

malewife armin who sucks on your clit as cum drips out of your cunt, only for his tongue to lick it off you, whimpering praises against your pussy about how good you tasted and how hard-working you are to provide for him.

malewife armin who fucks the stress out of you, your back against the slippery shower wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he spills his load into your pussy, whispering about how there’s no way that won’t get you pregnant and that he finally wants to start a family with you.

malewife armin who kisses your forehead before he fell asleep, having in mind that he has to wake up early to cook breakfast for his beloved spouse before they go back to work tomorrow.

[azlrse]

Omg i love your dark cacao content! Especially your yandere dark cacao cookie! I'm curious what would reader do now, when theyre locked up and all.

CW: yandere themes, st/rvat//n (one of Reader Cookie's method of escape), mentions of dr//ni/g, chains and de/t/.

Awww, thanks for the compliment dear anon! <333

Ya'll already know that Reader Cookie in this AU is really REALLY stubborn and refuses to give up when it comes to escaping his your castle. Reader Cookie would either pick the lock from the bedroom door or even jumping off the balcony window and land on the snow just below the ground. If these method fails, they would resort into starving themselves so that they would no longer be with him.

Imagine the shock and worry Dark Cacao had when he saw you; a bit thin and the color of your eyes starting to fade away. He felt a bit pissed off and disappointed when he saw the food you were given with underneath the bed or was thrown from the windows.

Nonetheless, your husband wouldn't take shit when you didn't eat the delicious food his servants or the watchers gave you. Dark Cacao would either deliver the food and hand feed you or resort into manipulating you to feed yourself.

"I'm going to say this once, beloved. I don't want to force feed you to prevent you from being sick. Just a spoonful and that would be enough for me."

When you finally FINALLY ate, he just had this soft smile you rarely saw. Each bite, he would give you a small kiss on your face as he says encouraging words towards you.

"That's my loving spouse, just another spoonful of your favorite. :DD"

Another stunt you pulled is when you tried the blanket rope method to escape the bedroom you were confined in. At first, you succeeded into escaping the bedroom but was caught red-handed by a Dark Cacao Warrior when you tried climbing the walls of the Black Citadel. The shock you quickly felt made you loosen up the grip you had on the blanket making you slipped off and plunging into the cold ice water that surrounded the castle.

You finally felt peace as your vision fades away due to hypothermia, finally escaping the grasp of this loveless marriage with the king himself. Only to be pulled out by the watchers as Dark Cacao screamed for your name, asking you to stay awake.

"What were you thinking, my love?! Wake up!! Stay awake!! We'll take you inside to warm up!!"

And that's the last thing you heard before you passed out from the lack of warmth your body lacked.

Upon resting in the shared bedroom (now the windows, the balcony doors were closed shut and locked for your own safety and your foot was chained to the bed), Dark Cacao sighs heavily as he hugs your body to give off some of the warmth he radiates from his body. He doesn't want to be angry towards you nor your fault when your goal was to escape from him. Instead, he felt the guilt that lays within his soul. Guilt that ate him alive that his selfish actions almost made you lose a life.

"If only I courted you the right way, we wouldn't ended up this way. But I will wait for you to forgive me for the actions I make, even if it takes years for you to forgive me and for you to accept me as your loving husband."

[xenia-cenia]

Hello! I'd like to request for seperate headcannons where Akutagawa, Kunikida, Poe, and Fyodor serve the reader breakfast in bed for their anniversary :)). Thanks~

A/N-cute shit? sign me up!

-domestic aku? impossible

-except he's really fluffy for people who treat him well and tries his best

-and (unbeknownst to you) he had been planning the perfect 2 year anniverary present for months

-from the way he always simply nodded or grunted when you mentioned it, you weren't expecting anything special

-the night before hes as stoic as ever

-except as you change into your sleep clothes he softly grabs your head and kisses your forehead

-his face is bright red and he awkwardly puts his hand on your head after

-you nod and smile "I love you too, Ryuu"

-he looked away and nodded, instantly going back to reading

-he waits 25 minutes and creeps into your shared bedroom

-when he sees you sound asleep he instantly starts phase 2: preparing to cook

-his coat is off, he has one of those bright pink heart-spotted kiss the cook! aprons with frill on the outside and a large pocket in the center

-he's gone all out for this. he has a hat

-the entire night he is mixing ingredients, fixing his mistakes and occasionally running back out to the store to buy what he's missing

-but finally at 7am hes done it

-a subpar breakfast ready for his beloved spouse

-he's gotten a tray and is loading all the food onto it when he hears the floors creak

-"Ryuunosuke?" your familiar voice startles him into dropping the glass of water into the sink and spilling water onto his apron

-he spins around and looks at your bleary eyes and how your pajamas are ruffled and wrinkled

-akutagawa felt his spirits rise, "you're awake."

-"what are you doing? finally leaving me?" you joked and walked over to him, rubbing his shoulders

-"you know id never do that" his voice was cold and deadly serious

-"i know, ryuu. just teasing"

-"oh" he uncomfortably shifted his weight on his feet and tapped the edge of the food tray "can you... go back to bed?"

-you laughed abruptly and loudly (it startled him, the amount of comfort your laugh brought him)

-he watched as you waved him off and went back to your bedroom

-a few minutes later he came into the room and set the tray next to you, softly kissing your forehead

-”good morning, love” he whispered (a whisper you had never heard from him before - a soft one, filled with tenderness and adoration)

-”good morning,” you smiled at him and pulled him next to you in the bed, the two of you quietly eating the food and chatting about how you first met

-unlike aku this one will not be cute

-he woke up at 5:34:27 am (exactly, as he does every morning) and made a breakfast with everything perfectly measured, cooked and set up

-even the damn tray was set up like a mini art museum 

-not a single damn thing goes wrong as long as hes in charge

-however kunikida is not one to leave things ‘half-assed’

-no he cooks breakfast everyday for you and he wants you to treasure this day (the way he treasures you)

-not only is there a love note pinned onto your bedstand fixed with a small gardenia hes also done all of your reports for you at work AND he lets you wear his glasses

-dont even consider getting out of bed

-hes taking care of everything today

-just rest.

-when youre done eating he’ll sit next to you and play with your hair while humming softly

-hes bad at singing but its peaceful nonetheless

-eventually gets back in bed and falls asleep next to you

-an incredibly rare treat to see him sleep in

-his cooking is... eh... simple?

-its mostly food he ate when he was growing up because thats all he knows how to make

-when you finish eating he’ll clasp your hands and tell you to close your eyes

-you hadnt realized what was happening until you felt the soft paper brush against your finger

-when you opened your eyes you were in a meadow, a soft lake born breeze ruffling Poes clothes a smile on his face as he pulled his hair off his face revealing his sunken eyes

-rose petals lingered in the air and one landed on his nose, causing him to jump in surprise therefore ruining the ‘romantic princely’ image he was going for

-karl skittered onto your shoulder as you laughed cheerfully

-”edgar...” you trailed off, shaking your head in bemusement

-”i-it’s our 2 year anniversary...” he pulled at his vest, wrapping his finger around a loose thread “i wa... i wanted to do something special... for you”

-and before you can respond hes clasped your hands and is dragging your further through the meadow

-youre speechless as you stare at the picturesque world hes created

-the sky is a beautiful shade of blue, animals are happily trotting nearby, the familiar scent of new books permeates the air, flowers of all sizes and colors bloom as you step past

-for hours the two of you (three including Karl) wandered around carelessly chatting when he stopped you at a large intricately designed pavilion

-he softly pressed the outside of your hand with his palm and led you to the center

-vines stretched up the side of the pavilion and onto the tightly wound roof slats, daffodils blooming on top

-the hard wood creaked as you stepped onto it

-he grabbed your hand and pulled you close, kissing you as rose petals scattered onto the ground

-when he stopped kissing you, he kept his face centimeters from your face his cool breath brushing against your lips

-“I love you” he whispered

-and he hardly waited a second to kiss you again

-RAT MAN

-you’re fooling yourself if you think he can cook

-he made someone else make the breakfast and simply took credit for it

-the only thing he actually does is play music for you while you eat

-after you’re finished he does something you cannot believe

-he gets in the bed… and cuddles

-for a second you’re convinced someone possessed him because he very rarely cuddles

-when you start to tease him for this he just takes one of your hands and ruffles his hair with it

-“are you happy, love?” He’ll ask every couple of seconds

-when you’re all cuddled out he’ll get up and give you a beautifully wrapped gift paired with an envelope

-when you unwrap the present you’ll see hes taken photos of every spot you’d gone on a date with him and arranged neatly into a large scrapbook

-in the margins there’s carefully written notes about the date, sometimes it’s things he found funny (Here you had gotten startled and accidentally spilled your food all over the table and on me. You looked so cute as you apologized) or times he knew he was in love with you (It was late, and you balanced on the edge of the sidewalk with your arms extended. I had quietly listened as you talked about your day, when suddenly you had stopped and pointed at the stars. ‘Vega and Altair’ you had said ‘the lovers’. And then you looked back at me, joy in your eyes. And I realized you made my heart pound in my chest.)

-he smiled as you flipped through the scrapbook, sometimes pointing out things in the background of the photos other times listening to you reminisce on your past dates

-but what he was waiting for the most was when you opened the envelope

-it was short and sweet, written with things you heard 1,000 times before but the ending was what caught your eye

-you looked over at him with wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth

-he beamed and nervously held the ring between his thumb and index finger

-“marry me, love?”

-and you knew exactly what to say

[betbeton]

✃ Bristle Nosed

Haitani Ran × Reader

Warnings - Suppression of Emotions, Bullying, Emotional Instability, Compromised Mental Health, Child Neglect

Note - Y/N's perspective. Despite Y/N's ex spouse presenting masc their body is gn, they simply use he/him pronouns for gender expression.

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. also sorry it's kinda short 🤧 ·

Part 1 · Part 3

・❥・ Masterlist

L/N Y/N The only child of Aiko and Shintaro L/N. A perfect doll molded in their mother's image, a child who was devoid of outward emotions and disinterested in their peers. That was how the world viewed you, the perfect child born to the perfect family. It was a living hell packaged as the ideal family life, one your parent's peers envied.

You were expected to behave yourself no matter the situation, speak only when spoken to and no matter what you must never show emotions to anyone. They were lofty things to settle on a young childs shoulders, but there was no changing the hand you had been delt. Even from a young age you had rationalized it in your head as your parents being high powered people in Japan, giving you a cushy life therefore the least you can do is be their perfect child. As you grew and your parent's jobs further isolated you from your peers it became harder and harder to suppress the ever looming sense of dread that ate away at your very being. As the other children poked fun at your carefully curated uniform and your expressionless face the pit in your stomach only grew bigger as it threatened to swallow you whole. Though there was a light, no matter how dim, that had tugged you from your turbulent mind.

You were eight the first time you entered that fish store, hand cupped gently in your father's larger one as he wondered the store looking for the proper food for his beloved eel at home. An animal you would have despised, for being the only thing your father openly loved, had comprehension of your emotions not been verbally beaten from your mind by your private tutors from a young age. Slipping you small hand from his you wondered to the back of the store, bumping into the owner as he scuttled about stocking display tanks. The older man was the first person to gaze at you and truly see you as a child not just your mother's doll. A smile had tugged at his aging face as your little hand pointed at the fish carefully cradled in his hands. Your eyes practically sparkling as he held it out for you to gaze at, his words going in one ear and out the other as you watched the odd little fish swim about in the container. The only word that stuck in your mind was what he called it, a pleco.

Though the core memory of your lacking childhood was abruptly cut by your father scooping your tiny body up into his arms as he tucked the bag of eel food into the crook of his other elbow, apologies leaving his lips as he bowed to the older man. Despite the older man's reassurance that you were not a bother and he enjoyed sharing information about fish with people who would listen, your father promised to punish you properly when he was in the safety of his home. And punish you he had done, well your nanny had delt out the punishment, but like everything in your life you knew it was a direct order from your parents. With each passing moment sat in that chair locked in your desolate room, devoid of anything a child might find fun, your mind envisioned a tank with a large Pleco flitting about in the water content as can be. You imagined naming it after your favourite character from the movies you were permitted to watch, as well as telling it about your day and how the children at school poked fun at your expense.

And so the years went by, when you entered highschool at Fifteen you were allowed to walk yourself to and from school. Since your parents had moved into a home closer to the campus they felt the small freedom would do you good, though being alone with your thoughts did little to quell the insecurities and declining mental stability such a controlled childhood caused. On your first walk home you had passed by an empty lot filled with teens, peaking your head in you decided it was was best to avoid it when the realization it was a fight between delinquent gangs. Hastening your pace you practically sprinted down the sidewalk, dress shoes clicking against the pavement as the lot grew further and further away. Rounding the corner you slowed to a slow walk dreading your manners lessons when you arrived home, though the dread left your mind almost immediately as your eyes locked onto a building you had stored away in your mind. Hand gently grasping the wooden handle of the door, as if a tighter grip would cause the store to slip from between your fingers, you pushed it open. The shrill chime of the bell curling around your eardrum as you walked the store with three words on repeat in your mind 'Find the Pleco.' Nothing else mattered in that moment, not your lessons you were going to be late for. Not the punishment you would inevitably receive and not the expectations bearing down on your young shoulders.

As you stood in front of the large display tank housing several pleco all your worries melted away. All that mattered in that moment was finding a way to allow your parents to let you bring this little bit of peace back home with you. And like that you had begun a routine. Leaving your club activities early, much to the irritation of the student council president, and standing yourself in front of the Pleco tank for the thirty minutes you had free before you had to rush home, much to the irritation of the older teen working at the store. It had taken a month for your mother to cave and allow you to purchase one of the fish you adored. She had ordered the large tank from the same company who manufactured your father's several eel based decorative tanks, and once it arrived she had told you that this would be your responsibility as well as your only birthday present that year. And so on your sixteenth birthday as you gazed at the fish you loved so dearly, with the back of your head itching from the searing stare of the lanky delinquent who had been watching you for sometime, you waited for your mother.

After you had taken your pet home, you ended up naming her Kiko much to your parents annoyance as they had hoped you would choose from the list they permitted you to use when naming things that resided in your home. After that day you didn't step foot in the pet store until you were an adult and had moved into a small apartment for university, no longer weighed down by your parents you decided to redecorate your beloved Kiko's tank. The day you stepped back into that fateful store was the day you had came face to face with the once annoyed face of the older teen who had worked there, now a grown man it seemed as if he had taken over the store. He struck up a conversation with you as you paid for the live plant order for your tank, reminiscing about how he had missed your weird routine of watching the pleco tank his grandfather insisted on keeping as a display tank. That man, Takahashi Shion, had been the first and only person not put off by your short clipped answers. Oddly he had found it endearing, your little quirks had unknowingly endeared yourself towards him, after that odd reunion the two of you kept in contact. Eventually marrying when you had entered your third year of university, having a child several years later that you had named Ren after your partner's grandfather. The marriage after Ren's birth was turbulent and came to a swift and concise end two years later, once you had taken control of your father's private detective agency. Shion had relinquished full parental rights of Ren once you had closed yourself off to him, sinking back into the emotionless husk of a human your parents had raised. Though it was viewed as a terrible action by many, it was the only outcome you would have accepted. After all your parents had accepted Ren as their grandchild, and thankfully treated him with far more kindness than they had afforded you, and in their picture of your perfect life the owner of a fish store did not fit.

Once more life went on. It wasn't long until you had gotten a desperate phone call from an officer brave, or stupid, enough to investigate Bonten. You had been tasked with gathering information and relaying it back to him, it was all under the board as he had informed you if he was found out him and a dear friend would be in a sizeable amount of danger. A few months after begining your inquiries you had taken a day to spend with your son, taking him to his father's shop to purchase some supplies for the new tank you intended to put your beloved Kiko in as a present for her thirteenth year in your family. What you hadn't expected was for your child to be mouthing off to one of the many men you had been tailing. Haitani Ran, a wanted criminal, a very dangerous wanted criminal at that. Steadying your racing heart as emotions bubbled within your husk of a body you strolled over voicing how you hadn't lied to the boy about the fish and bidding the lanky man goodbye as you scooped up your son. Once outside of the store you made quick work of slipping down the alleyway and heading towards your home, intent on setting Ren down with his toys as you worked on Kiko's tank . . . and worked hard to forget the criminal who had stirred emotions up within your void of a mind. Little did you know Ran Haitani had no intention of letting the person he had unknowingly become enamoured with all those years ago slip from his grasp.

[misterewrites]

What Next Oh Fair Yorrick? (Mirror’s Edge)

Holy shhhhh 3 months? I was gone three months from this story? I am bad at this (actually we were fixing up the house in that time and boi has it been an inconvenience.) But I'm here and so is the next chapter yay! I promise all my writing in general will be more tightly packed and consistent. Unless it's not then you know life got me.

Okay. It's....alot just *gestures to the world* one thing after another and. Just lose yourself here. Disconnect from the world, have fun, read this and other stories. Don't feel guilty if you need to get away from it all. It's okay to just exist and enjoy things. Be safe, keep each other safe, wear masks. I know they're annoying but we're not done yet, the pandemic is still a thing and there's plenty of people who cannot get the vaccine. We need to protect them and each other. Get the vaccine, push for it worldwide cuz we're all in this together. And have fun. Have fun and relax and just let the world be without you for a hot minute.

Also if you are binge reading this, i doubt it but who knows im very modest, here's your break. go stretch, get some water, eat, rest your eyes before you keep going.

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Summary: Tomorrow has become today and Casey is ready to help the Gravekeeper of Souls stop whatever is threatening the peace of existence but first he needs to know what exactly is the next step in their plan. Surely Yorrick is on it. 

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Grandma Cassie bought the Remington household when she moved to Newton Haven roughly 30 some years ago and while neither her or her beloved spouse were around anymore, they left a loving home with precious memories Casey wouldn’t trade for the world.

That being said, however, Casey hadn’t stepped foot in his house for a while. He was embarrassed to finda fine layer of dust that blanketed everything and that hung in the air like snowfall. Yorrick mentioned she didn’t mind it so much because she slept in less accommodating places but the young cleric still felt the pang of guilt at the sight of his neglected home.

His parents decided to vacation after his mother retired from Willow’s Rook Neighborhood Watch and they spent the last two years abroad. His sister Kay had left a few years before that when she got married and though she still lived in the neighborhood, her visits were far and few in between. Truth was Casey ended up at her place more often than she did his. Simply put Casey was never home which was a bit ironic for a cleric of the hearth.

Two years.

Casey rubbed at his engagement ring absentmindedly as he entered the home under the glow of the rising sun.

The state of the house was actually worse than last night since he could actually see the dust this time.

“Am I working too much?” Casey rubbed his chin quizzically “No it’s the house that needs to clean itself. Yorrick? Good morning! Are you up?”

Only the creaking of the home settling answered him.

Casey frowned, sliding his bat into his hand while he quietly made his way towards the second floor landing. He left her in his old room upstairs but in reality she had run of the place since he slept in his office as usual.

The stairs groaned under his weight but the silence remained, thick and unbroken.

Casey gripped his weapon tightly when he reached the top. He paused, listening in case something was laying in wait.

Out of everything he was expecting to hear, the trill of a flute wasn’t one of them.

It chirped and squeaked but less like it was playing a song and more as if it was speaking.

Now that he was this close to his room he heard the muffled voice of Yorrick speaking to someone though only the flute responded.

“Are you still mad about that? I couldn’t take you yesterday.”

The flute trilled unhappily.

“I don’t care if you could take them on.” Yorrick snickered gently “You are a thousand years old!You need to act your age.”

A sharp note answered her.

Casey could hear Yorrick rising to her feet “Okay but after we’re done saving the world. Again. Did you notice it?”

A curious note played.

“Yeah. I don’t like it.”

The flute did not respond this time.Instead Yorrick’s footsteps grew louder until she opened the door and saw him standing there.

Casey caught sight of an odd shape ducking out of view as Yorrick hurriedly closed the door behind her.

“Hi!” she beamed brightly, giving a cheery wave with her free hand. The other held tight onto the walking staff, rusty lantern swinging lazily back and forth.

Casey gave a polite smile “Good morning. I yelled from the front door but I don’t think you heard me.”

“You did?” Yorrick frowned quizzically, trying to recall “Oh I didn’t hear you! Well, obviously.”

She chuckled joyfully and Casey nodded in agreement “I understand. You were probably still asleep huh?”

“No I was talking to a spirit.”

Yorrick’s tone was casual but her gaze was intense and focused. It was a bit unnerving but luckily this wasn’t the first time she’d done something like that.

He decided to be honest “I know, I heard.”

“Not worried I’m possessed or something like that?”

“Nope.” Casey replied “You’re the Gravekeeper of Souls. The name kinda tells me what to expect.”

Yorrick’s lips broke into a wide grin “Thank the lantern! You have no idea how much spirits spook people. I get people don’t like dealing with death and denial is a powerful tool but come on! If a spirit wanted to hurt you it would’ve done it by now. Oh! That reminds me! Kal! You can come on out now!”

Kal the spirit looked more like a floating pillowcase than the ghost of a person long past: Kal’s upper half was oval shaped with a wavy bottom. He couldn’t have been taller than two feet and he floated through the air effortlessly. Kal passed through the door like it wasn’t there and began circling Casey, clearly curious at his presence.

Kal made a questioning noise.

“Yep!” Yorrick answered eagerly “He’s the one Cassie was telling us about. You remember the nice lady? Casey here is going to help us take down whatever is disrupting the spiritual balance!”

She clapped excitedly though Kal’s only response was to bob up and down.

“Well I am more than happy to….” Casey paused, unsure he heard what he thought he did “Wait. Did you say Cassie?”

Yorrick nodded.

“Cassie? As in Cassiopeia?”

Another nod.

Casey gulped anxiously “As in Cassiopeia Remington?”

Yorrick pointed his way in confirmation “That’s her! She was telling me all about you last night! Like the time you tried to ride the dog like a horse and ended up getting that scar on your knee.”

The Gravekeeper’s face turned deathly serious for a moment “Why haven’t you cleaned the house Casey?”

“E-excuse me?” he could feel chills run down his spine.

“The house.” Yorrick repeated, her voice empty and distant “She wanted to know why her house is so dusty. She did not raise your mother to raise you to keep a dirty house.”

“I…”

Yorrick waved her hand in a panic “Those were her words, not mine! I was just repeating what she said!”

Casey paled as realization dawned on him. He’d always assumed his grandma passed on peacefully but if she was still here, still held here by some regret or sorrow or something he should’ve tried to get her to move on years ago….

“She’s not here.”

Casey snapped out of his stupor to find Yorrick staring intently at him.

“What?”

“She’s not here.” Yorrick repeated firmly with a soft, sympathetic tone “She did pass on.”

“How do you…?”

She grimly motioned to the lantern “Spirits are more complicated than that. Most people always assume souls are trapped in this reality because X, Y or Z but the truth is it’s a choice. It’s always a choice and just because people move on doesn’t mean they can’t come back for awhile. No different than traveling to another city for them.”

Casey’s face must’ve been dumbfounded because Yorrick gave a hearty laugh “Yeah there’s a lot to spirits but you’ll get the hang of it. Or you won’t! That’s okay too.”

“Yorrick….” guilt tugged at his heartstrings

“Okay.” Yorrick bit her lip thoughtfully “What is the best way to….Oh! Here touch this!”

Before he could react, she gripped his wrist and roughly placed his hand upon a nearby wall.

“Sorry.” Yorrick flinched and gave an apologetic smile “But here! Do you feel this?”

“Yes.” Casey nodded, unsure what he was supposed to feeling.

“And the air? How it fills your lungs? The dust tickling your nose?”

Casey winced guiltily “Oh lord, don’t remind me but yeah I do.”

Yorrick pulled away hurriedly, clearly caught up in her explanation “We use our senses to perceive the world around us. Sight, touch, sound, smell, taste if you’re weird. This is how we navigate life right?”

Casey gave a quick nod.

“Now how could you go through life if you didn’t have any of that?”

Casey’s face narrowed, scrunching as he tried to wrap his head around the question. He thought about it. He thought about for a good minute or so but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure a way to explain how could he live his life without relying on his senses.

“I...don’t know….” Casey truthfully spoke after a long pause.

“Exactly!” Yorrick cheerfully gestured to Kal “Spirits don’t have senses. They don’t even have bodily functions anymore! They exist in a reality we mortal beings just can’t understand.”

“Okay but what does this have to do with my grandma Cassie?”

“EVERYTHING!” Yorrick cheered.

Silence fell over the two.

Casey looked at Kal then to Yorrick then back to Kal again.

Yorrick blinked “Oh right. The actual point I’m trying to make.”

“Yes please.”

“Okay.” Yorrick scratched her chin absentmindedly “This feels good. Right. So spirits see the world differently than us. While we deal buildings and air and sky and cars and all that real stuff, they….don’t.”

“Right.” Casey agreed.

“For spirits it’s like being trapped in a fog. A fog that has loads of different shapes and colors but fog nevertheless. Since they don’t have bodies to react to the physical world they can get easily lost which is why they usually tethered themselves to something. Places, items, people.”

“A home perhaps?” Casey whispered as guilt ate at his stomach.

“No!” Casey jumped as Yorrick stomped her foot suddenly “None of that! Spirits are either tethered or, the other thing I was about to mentioned, untehtered. Oooo terminology!”

Casey made an uneasy face “So...grandma Casie is….”

“Unethered!” Yorrick bounced happily “When she died she moved from her mortal coil to the afterlife, which of course is the chosen state of existence a spirit has earned based their actions on Earth. She went peacefully so no beating yourself up.”

“Wait hang on. Then how did you talk to her? The lantern?” Casey was admittedly lost at all this.

Yorrick pursed her lips “Well. A little of A and a little of B. Yes the lantern allows me to speak to spirits, even those who have long since passed, but any powerful spirit medium, spiritualist or relic could do that. I still need to know her if I wanted to bring her back for a visit.”

“Things aren’t powerful because they are. Things are powerful because we make them so.” Yorrick touched the wall and ran her finger down it gingerly “This home, her home, her family’s home. It is so filled with love it’s a beacon to her. A lighthouse in the sea of fog that is the living world. Memory is too powerful a force to be bound by a single person. It takes people to make memories. Even when the people who made them aren’t around to share them anymore. Especially when they’re gone.”

She carefully wiped the dust off a nearby picture frame. Casey could fell his heart ache at the sight of him and Jaime, smiles frozen in time.

“Love.” Yorrick murmured quietly before she spoke louder with clarification “Well also hate. Intense emotions really. Unetethered find their way back through the fog via places or people that meant something to them. Good or bad. Us spirit folks are just connecting them from their world to ours for a little while. A telephone line basically. Because no one is really gone.”

Yorrick stared at the large, aged photo that hung in the center of the hall: A young couple, hands clasped tightly with one another as they shared a smile together. They stared, not at the camera, but deeply into each other’s eyes, love evident in every fiber of their being.

His grandparents on the day of their wedding.

She let out an adoring sigh “Not if we remember them.”

There was a peaceful moment that was quickly broken by a sudden clap from the Gravekeeper.

“And of course.” Yorrick went on without warning “Tethered spirits tie themselves down. Most of the time it’s something or someone important but it’s not unheard of for them to latch on whatever happens to be nearby. Hence the tethered part of the term. They use these tethers as ways to hold themselves in place so they don’t get swept up by the massive confusion of the physical world. Think anchors: Nice, consistent, unmovable against the tide but always have the chance to relocate.”

Casey scratched his chin curiously “oh that does feel good. So those tethered spirits, are they trapped here?”

Yorrick shook her head happily “Nope! They can choose to leave any time they wish. There’s loads of reasons spirits would stay beyond love and revenge. Some just aren’t ready to move on yet, others kind of forget to. Some, of course, are avoiding their punishment for the life they led cause they don’t get an option to come back. Heck I meet one who was just curious about how much a place could change in a hundred years.”

“So what do you do exactly as Gravekeeper?”

“Keep graves.” She answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Casey stared at her.

“Right broad blanket term and not at all helpful. Well my job is to check on the spirits.” “Time is irrelevant for the dead. What is one day, a decade, hundreds of years to them? All feels the same when you lack a body to worry about. Some souls are stuck in place because they have no idea how long it’s been. They usually start haunting people or places because of sudden changes most of the time.”

Casey nodded in understanding “That makes sense. If I had no sense of time and my surroundings suddenly changed completely, I’d be pretty disoriented and upset too.”

“Exactly.” Yorrick smiled for a second before it faded into a grim expression “Of course I also protect the souls. Souls are valuable to a lot of creatures and in all kinds of dark magic. Corruption, consumption, even using spirits as fuel for dark purposes is a very real thing in my line of work.”

Casey remembered Finn’s encounter in Litwick forest along the countless other dangerous situations the trio often found themselves in. His best friend’s general advice was to grant funeral rites to the departed and burn their corpses. He always said it was to protect both body and spirit and while Casey was more than happy to do it but it just occurred to him how important it really was.

Her blew a strand of her hair out of her face as she continued “So I check up on cemeteries and other meaningful locations. Help spirits pass on, force them to move on if they’re causing trouble.” she began to count off the rest of her duties on her hand “Cleansing tainted or corrupted places, pass messages along to the living, fight the odd demon or fae on occasion. Find a way to achieve harmony between the dead and living in the cases where there’s conflict between the two. Holy shit do I do a lot, I just realized that.”

“You’re clearly very capable at it.” Casey said with a hint of admiration.

Yorrick rose to full height, towering over the cleric while she shone with pride “I don’t want to brag and I won’t cuz I don’t have to.”

“Of course.” Casey took a deep breath in “Okay, what are we doing?”

She stared at him for a moment before realizing what he was asking “Oh! us. Umm. What are we doing?”

“The reason you’re here.” Casey offered helpfully.

“Oh right! The spirit-pocalypse I’m here to stop.” Yorrick chuckled “Sorry I’m not used to the living. Most people just stare at me with glazed over eyes. It’s a lot I know but thanks for following along!”

A peaceful silence overtook the two but Casey decided to wait patiently this time.

Yorrick smacked her head “Right right. I recommend we eat first, preferably on the way to the nearest cemetery.”

Casey nodded “Straight from the source right?”

Yorrick smiled wide.

“Well.” he scratched his chin thoughtfully “The nearest one is Hope’s Meadow in the middle of town. There’s a really good sandwich shop nearby we can get breakfast at.”

“There isn’t a cute girl there, right?”

Casey shot her a curious look. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.

“I went to a cafe for a drink yesterday.” Yorrick muttered shyly as she twiddled her fingers together “There was a really pretty girl named My-something. I didn’t pay attention, I got really nervous. I don’t think I can handle another cute girl today.”

Casey softened. He patted her arm gently “How about you let me do the ordering, okay?”

Yorrick nodded happily “Deal! Let me get my tombstone and we’ll be on our way!”

And as she disappeared beyond the door frame with an energetic hop, Casey couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

“Okay so she did say it her tombstone. I wasn’t just super tired and hearing things last night.”

[storiesofthesahabah]

It's just falling apart.

The spark's gone.

Your marriage is going drown the drain - yet a part of you is still there wanting to hang in to work on it not just because there's still love but also because there's that unthinkable pain from separating.

A lot of married couples may need to hear this story I want to share today. Indeed, not all marriages are same but for sure it has its highs and lows.

Marriage is something you need to work on - indeed as they say it is not always a honeymoon phase but remember this is a person Allah has given you to be with in this dunya - so make sure you take good care of each other.

A lot of marriages fail because it began from something that was impermissible - I think you know well what I mean here. However, I do not want to go over that topic for now.

This post is dedicated to those who is finding difficulty in their marriages - people who are in the stage of "discovering" the good and flaws of each other.

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I want to tell you about Hammanah Bint Jahsh (or Hamnah) and Mus'ab Ibn Umair Radiyallahu Anhum.

You must have heard of the story of Mus'ab as he is a famous companion but behind this great man was a woman who gave all her support towards him - Hammanah or Hamnah (the sister of Zaynab bint Jahsh - one of the wives of the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam).

They were a young couple and were both from a prominent and well off families from the Quraish. Musa'b, before he entered Islam, was known for his luxuries and the way he would clothed himself - which earned him the title - the flower of the Quraish.

When he entered the fold of Islam, his family - specifically his mother Khunas int Malik, stripped him off his luxuries and all his privileges. During these times, Hamnah was with Mus'ab.

I want you to imagine the drastic change that this young couple had to go through both as individuals and as a married couple. Nowadays, when a wife usually asks for something and the husband fails to give or provide it - there's chaos in the home or if husband doesn't have a job but does what it takes to make ends meet - he gets a beating of words from the wife which boils down to a heated argument in the home.

This couple, lost everything in one turn. Yet, such are the believers of Allah - they knew well their purpose in life and to have that support from a person closest to you - sometimes if not most of the times - has a great affect in your perseverance.

They both gave this to each other. They both went through the struggles of it even during the time when every tribe in Makkah boycotted the Band Hashim - they were with them - struggling to even have something to eat yet this didn't disrupt their relationship because the very core of it was Allah.

For that, Allah made their love for each other strong. They both did the migration to Madinah together. Those days when Mus'ab was sent as the first envoy - Hamnah was by his side as well.

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But the point of my story is not only the support and love they both gave each other, it is when an event took place during the battle of Uhud.

When Battle of Uhud took place, she was amongst the women who tended to the wounded by providing them with water and assisting them.

We all know in this battle, many Muslims were martyred. Amongst them were her brother - Abdullah ibn Jahsh, uncle - Hamza ibn AbdulMutallib and her beloved husband - Mus'ab ibn Umair.

The narration goes:

"After the defeat of the Muslims in the Battle of Uhud where 70 Muslims were killed - Hammanah was told by the Prophet to endure her loss with patience.

She asked him whom he meant.

He said: “Your maternal uncle, Hamzah.”

She said: “To God we all belong and to Him shall we all return. May God forgive him and bestow mercy on him. He is blessed as a martyr in heaven.”

The Prophet again told her to bear her loss with patience. When she asked him whom he meant, he said: “Your brother Abdullah.” She repeated what she said about her uncle.

Yet the Prophet told her of another loss, and on her enquiry he mentioned her husband, Mus'ab ibn Umair. This time,

she screamed, saying: “Woe is me! Oh, for my grief!”

The Prophet commented: “A husband has a unique position with his wife no one else can fill.”

It is said that Mus'ab was only 35 when he was martyred - so we can tell how young this couple must have been.

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My dear brothers and sisters in Islam, are you waiting for a tragedy (losing your spouse) to come for you to realize their worth and place in your life?

As much as a husband has a unique position in his wife or wives' hearts - it is same vice versa. Indeed, most men don't show much affection and this is their human nature but that doesn't mean they do not value their wife or wives.

Bottom line is life is short. Embrace the struggle within your marriage because this is what will make the bond stronger. Communication is the key.

Realize that this spouse/s of yours is someone that is there to strive through life with you - a gift from Allah. Work on fixing the issues - at the end of the line - your spouse, after Allah, is your next line of support when everyone else turns their backs on you.

Make it work, and ultimately Allah will reward you for it. Talk about it, remind each other. Go on a "halal" date, spend some quality time with each other. If you are with kids, then look at your kids - they are a result of two people who fell in love with each other.

Work on perfecting your ibadah - motivate each other because the more the couple are close to Allah so does their relationship between each other, as lovers are.

Please Allah in simple yet consistent ways for a spouse who pleases Allah is indeed one of the greatest blessings that a person can have in this world.

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Brothers, be the Mus'ab to your Hammanah and sisters, be the Hammanah to your Mus'ab.

May Allah make it easy for every brother and sister who are going through rough patches in their marriages. May Allah protect all the marriages of the Muslims from the evil temptations of the Shaitaan.

Amin

Umm Umar Khaled

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Stories were taken from:

• Sirat Rasul Allah | Ibn Saad

• Musnad Ibn Hanbal

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

I’m kind of new to tumblr so idk if this is the correct way to ask for something to be written so sorry!!! 👉👈

If it is can I ask for Nozel and fuegoleon coming home from work tired, and they lay next to us and sleep <33

Hello~! ^_^

And welcome to Tumblr! Yes, this is indeed how you request for a fic <3 Awww this was such a cute ask, so thank you for sending it in! I hope you like the results ^_^

Pairing: Nozel x gn!reader; Fuegoleon x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Nozel Silva

Nozel’s brows twitched as he made his way towards your shared bedroom, irritation and exhaustion making his limbs feel heavy as he grit his teeth. Work felt like an endless ocean, where he could move forward as much as he wanted, only to be pulled back twice the distance. No matter how far he got, it was never enough, it was always lacking and not good enough. His frustration was a sea in that ocean, swirling and raging, making his emotions clash against his insides and his blood boil. But in the end, his emotions, and his efforts, were only swept around by the current around him. After all, a sea is smaller than an ocean.

He opened the bedroom door, walking in just as always, caught up in his thoughts. But then he became painfully aware of how silent and dimly lit the room was. The sound of wood scraping against the doorframe rang so clearly in his ears as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. But even if his eyes hadn’t adjusted, even if he had become blind, he would have known the peaceful mana that lingered on the bed; your mana.

His body tensed, as if the darkness had taken a hold of him, grasping onto him, while he concentrated on listening any signs of you shifting in the bed, the sound of sheets rustling. But that didn’t come. Instead, what he heard, was the subtle song of you, drawing breath. The melody, of you, just… being there.

Little by little your form became clear to him, sleeping blissfully under the covers, your hand stretched out onto the other side, searching for him. And that sight, the knowledge of you, looking for him, it made his tension melt. Both, the roaring sea and the ocean that swallowed it all, became silent. They stopped existing. And all that remained, was you, your embrace that beckoned him, and the soft, warm bed that called out to him.

The steps that he took from there on, along with each motion that he made, was quiet and careful, almost as if he was scared to even breath in fear of waking you up. He changed as far from the bed as possible, hoping not to disturb you, and made his way across the cold floor that made frost climb up his legs, making him shiver.

But as he parted the covers of the bed and climbed in, he felt as if he had been admitted to heaven itself. He felt as if he was being embrace by an angel, and he thought that perhaps all the sins that weighed his bones, might be granted salvation.

“I love you,” he whispered while wrapping his arm around you and planting a kiss, soft and delicate as the first blossom of springtime, onto your forehead. And so, he closed his eyes, drifting off into a blessed dream.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

A heavy sigh echoed around the corridor as a set of steps made their way towards their destination. And the tired sound belonged to none other than your beloved vermillion haired spouse Fuegoleon, to whom working late into the night was nothing new. But lately he had found it all collecting onto his shoulders, and little by little the pressure and the responsibilities had started taking their toll. The toll, and the weight of the very world around him, made his shoulders slouch further down.

He felt as if he was walking in deep water, treading through because that was the only way forward, even if it meant staying up well into the night, on most days, which was why walking in to your shared bedroom quietly as a mouse, was already a habit to him. He already knew just how wide he could open the door without making it creek, and he the route through the room to the bed with changing to nightwear, with minimal steps was imprinted into his mind.

And as he went through the motions, his attention was caught by you, sleeping on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow tightly. The sight made him stand still, only watching how your chest rise and fell like clockwork, and listening how the lull of your breathing washed away his worries.

His lips turned into a smile and his gaze cascaded over you as he adored in you perfect silence. His posture straightened, as if gravity had loosened its grip of him, making him feel lighter. The steps that followed, as he made his way around the bed onto your side, felt to him as if he was floating. And as he climbed into the bed with you, warmth enveloped him.

But not the warmth of fire and flames, the heavy damp air of summer time, or volcanic regions. No, the warmth that enveloped him, was the one that resonated from you and made him feel relaxed and his eyelids heavy. The warmth that he felt from you reached down to his very core, wrapping around his heart as he slid across the sheets and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

The scent of your shampoo flowed to him through the dim room as he dispelled his fire arm and closed his eyes. He no longer felt tense and heavy, but instead as if he was melting into the soft mattress underneath the two of you. The sound of your breathing and the sensation of your back gracing his chest with each breath you took, assured him that you were there.

And so, he couldn’t remember what had been troubling him. All his worries had dissipated into the air, leaving only you, his guiding star in the dark of the night. So, sleep overtook him, your gentle presence being his lullaby, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.