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[roosterforme]

Benefits | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley spends a long weekend in Mexico, enjoying the beach and your body.

Warnings: 18+ only, Smut of every kind (you have been warned)

Length: 3000

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

I wrote this in response to a request from @mak-32! You can get at me with requests.

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Bradley wasn't planning on dropping everything to use his vacation time on such short notice, but when he heard you were going to Mexico with the rest of the Dagger crew, he did in fact drop everything to join. 

Nobody else knew. That was the best part of this arrangement. Although you'd known each other for years, you had only been casually sleeping together for about two months, and it was sensational every single time. The sex was dynamite, simply because he wasn't dating you. As a result, you were both free to be completely honest and ask for exactly what you wanted without any repercussions spilling into your personal lives. 

You were an ideal friend-with-benefits for him. You were Yale's newly assigned weapons systems officer, so you'd be in San Diego for at least a few more months. You had your own room in a house with a friend who wasn't in the Navy. You were on birth control. And you were fucking hotter than hell. 

So when the flight down to Mexico started off with you slipping Bradley a scrap of paper that simply said, Mile high club? on it, he knew it was going to be a wonderful long weekend.

It was late. The airplane cabin was dark, and Bradley could see Phoenix, Bob and Coyote had all fallen asleep. So he slipped out of his seat just in time to see you disappear into the tiny airplane lavatory. He tapped on the door, and you opened it for him. The space was so small, he had to squeeze in with you. As soon as he was inside, you reached around him to lock it, and then his lips were all over yours.

"Have you ever done this before?" you asked him as you undid your jeans and yanked them down between sloppy kisses.

"No, I haven't Hotshot. Have you?" Bradley secretly hoped he would be your first as well, grinning as he pulled your panties down a little bit and helped you stand next to the toilet facing the wall.

"No, but I've always wanted to. Let's make it fast, Rooster. Fast, quiet and dirty," you told him as you looked at him over your shoulder before bending over a little bit. Bradley nudged your legs apart and he could see your pussy lips already looked wet. He unbuttoned, unzipped, kissed the back of your neck and plunged himself inside you.

He didn't have much room to work with, so his thrusts were short and hard. The snapping sounds as he slammed himself against your ass over and over again were delicious. Your heavy breathing and occasional grunt just added to the literal fantasy he'd always had of fucking on an airplane. 

"I love this," he whispered, breathing becoming ragged. "I'm sure you knew I would."

"Just for you, Rooster," you said, and God your voice really set him off. The sound of your light laughter cut off by a quiet moan had him bracing his hand on the wall next to your head and hitting you even harder. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he managed after another minute or so, giving you at least a little warning before filling you to the brim. "Let me finish you, too," he told you, reaching for your clit while he was still inside you.

"No time," you told him. "You can make it up to me tomorrow, Rooster." You quickly got cleaned up and put back together, kissed him on the cheek and then slipped out of the door, leaving him alone, looking in the mirror at the gigantic smile on his face.

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Bradley had tried to find a way to get you to sleep in the same room with him, but that proved to be impossible as everyone else was divided into roommates. The villa that Hangman had rented for everyone was large, but most of the bedrooms had multiple beds. He was stuck rooming with Bob, and you were with Phoenix. 

The first morning when everyone woke up, it was decided that it would be a beach day. This was fine with Bradley. As far as he was concerned, the more time you spent in a bathing suit, the better. You were not shy about showing off your curves and your gorgeous skin. And he knew you liked his body too, because you told him so all the time. 

A few hours into sunbathing and napping on the beach, and you were on the towel next to him, laying on your stomach and enjoying the warm sunshine. Bradley couldn't look at you for too long, because he knew how his body would start reacting. You were wearing a tiny black string bikini, and your hair was piled into a mess on the top of your head. He took a long sip from the bottle of tequila that had been passed to him. He needed your body again, right now.

"Shit, Hotshot, your back is starting to look pretty sunburned," he announced loudly enough for some of the others to hear too.

"Really?" you asked, genuinely sounding concerned. You pushed your chest up from the towel, and Bradley had the perfect view of your tits; the bikini top was doing basically nothing to cover you. 

He bit back a groan. "I have some aloe in my suitcase, do you want it?" he asked through clenched teeth.

You dipped your sunglasses lower down your nose and met his eyes with a smirk. "Yeah, that would be great, Rooster. I'll walk back up to the house with you to get it, if you don't mind."

As the two of you made your way up the path side by side, you told him in a very casual, conversational voice, "When we get back to the villa, I want you to eat me out until I come on your face. You still owe me from yesterday. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like something I would really enjoy doing," he replied, holding the door open for you and then following you inside. He watched your ass bounce in your bikini bottoms as you ran up a flight of stairs to the second floor bathroom. He followed you inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes were glued to your body as you untied the knots on both sides of the suit bottoms and let them fall to the floor. 

"Looks like we got back just in time," Bradley said, scooping you up and setting you on the edge of the bathroom counter. He knelt in front of you and nipped the inside of your thigh. "Your sunburn was getting really bad." He licked a line up and down your slit, tasting you and moaning. "Let me get some aloe on it for you," he whispered up at you before burying his mouth and nose in your pussy.

You grabbed his hair and bucked against him. "Good thing you noticed how badly I needed some aloe. I don't know what I would do without you."

Bradley smiled against you as he rubbed his mustache along your swollen clit before taking it between his lips. You rode his face while you untied your suit top and played with your tits. Bradley loved everything about this, and he kept looking up at you and getting harder and harder.

You moaned loudly. "If you make me come right now, we probably have time for you to fuck me too."

He did not need to be told twice. Bradley lapped his tongue against your clit in short and steady strokes, just the way he knew would get you off. While you were still moaning through your orgasm, he stood, pulled his dick out of his shorts and pushed himself inside you. 

"You're really eager," you moaned, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your tits against him.

"Can you fucking blame me, Hotshot? Look at you."

"I guess not," you mumbled with a smile while he pounded into you. "I'm pretty eager too. You look so good, Rooster." 

"I look great when my dick is inside you."

You moaned as he attached his smirking lips to the side of your breast. He sucked until he knew he would leave a mark. With the skimpy bathing suits you would be wearing, he figured that was the only safe place. And you definitely seem to love it, if your words of encouragement were anything to go by.

"Your mouth is fucking lethal," you moaned as he pulled your nipple into his mouth with sloppy kisses. 

Bradley finally released your tits and braced his hands on the counter top as he fucked you faster. "Gotta finish up in here, Hotshot. Everyone will be back soon."

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned in delight as he filled you up when he came.

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Bradley was playing around with you in the ocean. Above the surface, your bodies were far enough apart that nobody would suspect anything, but under the water, his hands were grabbing your legs and occasionally slipping inside your bathing suit.

"You're walking a fine line here, Rooster," you told him with a smirk. 

"You know I can't keep my hands to myself," he said before going fully under water, placing a kiss to your belly and then popping back up again several feet away.

You laughed and told him, "That's okay, I like poorly behaved boys."

He almost pulled you against him when he felt one of your feet skim along the front of his swim trunks. He looked down and watched your pointed toes as they skimmed along the fabric covering his cock. If you were alone, he'd be fucking you right here.

"You want me now, Hotshot? Better come up with a good excuse to get away."

Then Bradley heard yelling and turned toward the shore. "Dogfight football!" chanted Hangman and Coyote as everyone else started to separate into teams. 

You and Bradley headed out of the water to join in. You ended up on the same team, and Bradley kept lining up behind you, his imagination running wild. You had on another tiny bikini today, pink this time. The little scrap covering your bottom concealed basically nothing from him, and you kept wiggling your ass in his direction. 

Three plays into the game, and you were hopping up and down on one foot. "I think I rolled my ankle! Ouch!" Bradley was at your side instantly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," you replied, trying to gingerly put weight on your foot. "Oh, maybe I need some ice. Can you help me back to the house?"

"Of course," he replied, scooping you up with one arm under your knees and the other behind your back.

Once you were out of earshot of the others, you whispered, "Take me to the outside shower, Rooster. Let's make a mess in there."

He could not contain his smile. "You got it, sexy."

The tiled shower attached to the outside of the villa was done up in a beautiful blue and green mosaic pattern, and a rainfall style shower head provided a placid escape. You were currently kneeling naked halfway under the steady stream of warm water with your lips wrapped around Bradley's cock. You sucked and rocked your mouth back and forth along his length before moaning and pulling him out with a pop.

"Tell me when you're close and you can cum all over my face," you told him with a smile before propping the tip of his penis on your plush tongue and giving a little kiss.

"Oh, fucking hell, Hotshot. Jesus Christ," he moaned as you wrapped your hand around the base and played with just the tip, grinning up at him. 

Once you worked him into a frenzy, almost gagging on his length in the process, he let you know he was ready. You leaned back a little bit, reaching behind you and grabbing your ankles. Bradley grunted and growled, pumping himself in his hand. You were leaning back more now, pointing your tits in the air toward him and licking your lips.

"Oh shit," he gasped, and he was coating your tits, your chin, your mouth and your cheek with his cum. Bradley held his dick in his hand and stared down at you when he was done. Your tongue popped out to lick the corner of your mouth and he groaned. "Fuck. You look sinful like that."

You used your fingers to scoop some of his cum into your mouth, swirling it around on your tongue, and Bradley wished he could coat you all over again immediately. Then you stood and washed the rest off of you, smiling at him over your shoulder. 

"Would you look at that? My ankle feels much better now. I just needed a little physical therapy."

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The last day of vacation had everyone exploring the town, and Bradley kept admiring the way you looked in your colorful sundress. And then that night, everyone sat around a beach bonfire drinking tequila together. With the early morning flight home the next day, Bradley was hoping to get you alone again, but he wasn't counting on it. You smiled at him from across the fire pit, and he grinned back. 

When everyone started to head back to the villa, you managed to whisper in his ear, "Top floor deck, 1 am," before running past him to catch up with Fanboy and Coyote.

Bradley took a shower and drank a few more beers, counting down the time until he could meet you on the deck. He crept out of the bedroom while Bob snored loudly, but when he got to the deck, you weren't there yet. He settled himself down on a lounge chair and looked up at the stars. 

The night was perfect, and he could even hear the ocean. He was starting to doze off when he felt you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. His eyes snapped open. "Hey Hotshot, so nice of you to join me," Bradley mumbled. 

"I'm sorry! Phoenix wouldn't stop asking me where I was going and why I was still awake. She's drunk and made me finish a bottle of wine with her," you said, placing a kiss on Bradley's lips before licking the side of his neck. "But I'm here now."

You were still wearing the dress from earlier, and Bradley yanked it up to your hips. "You wanna ride my fingers?" he whispered into the darkness, slipping his index finger inside your underwear and playing with you.

You bit back a moan and tossed your head back as he inserted two fingers inside you.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled as you started moving with his thrusts. The little gasping noises you were making were mixing nicely with the serene sounds of the ocean. "This is nice, Hotshot. We should mess around at the beach when we get back to San Diego." You just leaned down and moaned next to his ear. "I'd love to tease your pussy like this in the Bronco parked at the beach."

"Rooster," you gasped. "Keep talking dirty."

He grinned into the darkness as you unzipped his shorts and reached in to get his length ready for you. "You want it dirty, Hotshot? How about I finger you up your skirt, midday at the beach in the front seat of the Bronco while the parking lot is full? You think you'd like that?"

You moaned his name loudly as you sank down around his rock hard dick and bounced around. "Yes, please. I want you to do that. I like your fingers."

"Do you?" Bradley asked, grabbing your chin and shoving two fingers into your mouth as you rode him on the lounge chair. The sensation of your tongue swirling around on his fingertips went right to his dick. He slipped his free hand under your dress to play with your clit while you were grinding down on him, and after a few moments, you were trying to say, "I'm gonna come," around his thick fingers in your mouth. 

He shoved them in a bit further and had you moaning and squirming around on him as you came. 

"Fuck, I'm going to come too, Hotshot," he groaned tossing his head back and thrusting up into you hard. He slid his hand to your ass and gripped you hard, holding you down around him as he came. He let his fingers slip out of your mouth, and you collapsed onto his chest in a boneless, fucked out heap. 

"Damn, girl," he muttered against your hair. "You need me to help you get back to your room?" he asked you as you gingerly climbed off of him. 

"Hmmm, do you think anyone is going to notice I have cum dripping down my legs? I'm sure it would be a dead giveaway as to where it came from if you walk me back," you told him as you readjusted your outfit and pecked him on the lips. "I'll be okay, Rooster."

As you started walking away, Bradley reached for your hand. "So are we on for the beach parking lot then?"

You drew a little circle on his palm with your fingertip. "I wouldn't miss it."

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The flight back to San Diego was pretty uneventful until you were getting ready to land. Bradley could hear you and Phoenix talking next to him while he laid back with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Did you ever, you know, join the mile high club?" Phoenix whispered to you. 

Bradley had to force himself to keep his eyes closed as he waited for your answer. "Yes, pretty recently, actually. The guy was super hot, too. Huge dick." 

Bradley could barely keep his face neutral. 

"Really? Sounds like you had a great time. I always wanted to try it."

"You know what, Phoenix? You should get a friend with bennies," you told her. "Best idea I ever had."

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[markantonys]

I hope you don't mind a random cauthormodean thought but this came to me in a vision yesterday, so, pls picture: it's the early days of Asmodean disguising himself as the Dragon's dearly beloved court bard. Mat doesn't know why Rand's suddenly hanging out with this gleeman so much, he certainly doesn't trust Natael and can't understand why Rand does! He's not jealous, of course, he just thinks there's something off about that man! (...well. he is not wrong.)

cue Mat showing up at Rand's tent one evening with some cards and dice, demanding a game with Rand for old time's sake. if anyone else were interrupting his precious study time, Rand would kick them out without a second thought, but... this is Mat. and apparently he? maybe? doesn't hate Rand any more? so obviously he can't bring himself to turn him away.

but then it keeps happening. Mat just... keeps showing up, and it gets to a point where Rand's nightly routine is becoming a bare half hour of instruction alone with Asmodean, then as soon as Mat turns up, the hours just fritter away into long conversations and the spinning of the dice, with Asmodean relegated to playing his harp in the corner and interjecting an occasional snarky comment.

at least, until the evening when Rand is on the verge of figuring out a tricky weave right as Mat arrives. he just needs to practice a few more times, he's sure of it. so he pretends that he's just practising channelling by himself, with Natael just playing to inspire him, that's the only reason he's here, obviously, but why doesn't Mat dice with Natael for a few minutes to pass the time while Rand figures this tricky weave out?

and somehow it evolves into Mat gambling against Asmodean, often as not, whose channelling may be weak but is certainly still strong enough to cheat justttt enough to best even Mat's luck more frequently than most could dream of. neither of them can figure the other out at all. they cannot stand each other. but now they both feel a burning need to figure out what the other's deal is. et voilà: a homoerotic rivalry for the ages is born...

...and these strange evenings continue until Asmodean, utterly fed up with being the only one in this tent aware that he likes men and desperately wants to fuck both of the others against every single iota of his better judgement, offers Mat a new bet: whoever loses the next game sucks the other's dick. at which point Rand suddenly realises that if he doesn't speak up Immediately, he's about to gain a companion in the highly exclusive club of ta'veren who've unwittingly slept with a Forsaken, and, well, his conscience simply can't allow that!!

(eventually Mat and Rand both join the club of ta'veren who've entirely knowingly slept with a Forsaken. the day Lanfear finds out about this sure is a Day for everyone in a 500-mile radius)

I'M HOWLING this is absolute perfection 10/10 no notes!!!! obsessed with the idea of mat and asmodean eyeing each other like two alleycats whilst rand sweats in the corner hoping nobody will figure out any of the 17 secrets everyone else is keeping. and of course, any scenario that gives us the matmodean homoerotic rivalry we deserve is perfection!

also, 3000-Year-Old Gay just having to stare at the camera like he's on the office every time mat and rand are like "broooooo you're so handsome, i want to kiss you on the lips. no homo though aha" this is the torment that the dark one has hand-selected for him. lanfear did not know what she was doing, putting asmodean in a position to speedrun rand's Bi And In Love With Mat awakening.

[aigoos]

Sweetly, Sweetly Showered the Stars | Oneshot Romance and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3000

Summary: On Naboo, the special star showers occur once every decade, and Padme invites Anakin and Obi-Wan to the event. After years of loving Obi-Wan, Anakin has to decide if he wants to confess his love or continue to keep it hidden.

Inspired by this beautiful art by @human-rocket. Title influenced by a line from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Much thanks to @veloursdor for helping me get unstuck and for @to-proudly-go for being an awesome cheerleader! And huge thanks to @ineffableobikin for betaing!

Anakin walked out to the balcony attached to his room, and he stretched up towards the sky, enjoying the cool morning breeze and the warm sunlight. Crossing his arms behind him and straightening his upper body, he took a deep breath and looked at the view of Naboo's countryside, seeing the Gallo Mountains in the distance and the gently rolling hills in the foreground. The whole place felt like something out of a pastoral fairy tale, making him feel relaxed and at peace, and he welcomed the slower pace for a change.

"Are you ready for the star showers tonight?"

Anakin turned around and faced Obi-Wan walking towards him. His heart fluttered quickly, and he took a deep breath to calm himself as the love of his life came to stand in front of him. How could he not love someone like Obi-Wan? Nobody else could compare in terms of looks, personality, and intelligence. He eyed Obi-Wan discreetly as his master looked out over the balcony, his hands tucked in his sleeves. A peaceful expression graced Obi-Wan’s handsome face, and his perfectly groomed hair and beard tempted Anakin to want to muss it by kissing him and running his hands through those auburn tresses.

"I'm more than ready," Anakin replied, ignoring all his pining thoughts and somehow managing to keep his voice steady. "Padme did go on that long poetic monologue describing the last star showers she saw ten years ago."

"Can you blame her? It must be beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you.

Anakin turned his gaze back to the scenic views, willing himself not to blush and give in to his emotions. "It was good timing that we were able to accept her invitation."

"Very much so. She was very gracious in inviting both of us," Obi-Wan agreed. "Speaking of Padme, we should go join her for breakfast."

"All right."

Obi-Wan headed out first, with Anakin following a few steps behind. Thinking about what was to come later, Anakin wondered about tonight, wondered how he should confess -- whether he should even confess. He dreaded the rejection that may result from his confession, but at the same time, he was tired of hiding his feelings. He was attached to his former master in ways that went against the Code, but Anakin's love for Obi-Wan prevailed with the might of his stubbornness. All he wanted was Obi-Wan's love and heart, Obi-Wan's warm body in his arms, as they cuddled together.

He could still be a good Jedi and not let his love for Obi-Wan get in the way of his duties. That was what he truly believed. He also believed that the Force had given him its approval whenever he had a moment to meditate, feeling their gentle pulses when he became a part of it. But still he hesitated. Will of the Force or not, he didn't want to face this with his usual boldness, for Obi-Wan was much too precious for him to lose by being impulsive. Still, he needed to do something soon; he'd dawdled long enough.

*****

"Tonight will be the perfect chance, you know."

Anakin leaned back against the couch and looked sideways at Padme. "Perfect chance for . . . ?"

She rolled her eyes as she gave him a look and poked his cheek gently. "Don't play dumb, Ani."

He grinned and sobered quickly. "Dunno if I can, Pads. I'm tired of hiding, but I don't know if I can stomach his rejection. What if everything changes for the worse?"

"Didn't you say that it felt right in the Force -- your feelings for him?" she asked, bringing up one of her soft hands to cup his cheek. He leaned into the reassuring touch, glad that their friendship was one where they could show affection and not worry about it being weird or sexual.

He sighed, trying his best to calm his mind. "Yeah, but it's still not an easy thing to do."

"Well, as the great motivational speaker Essel Jaksun would say, 'Stop being a motherfucking idiot and just do it'."

"Pads!" he exclaimed and laughed at the same time. "I can't believe you!"

"Why? Because he looks way too similar to Master Windu?"

" . . . No. Just don't imitate him. Please."

She giggled and reached over to hug him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Do something tonight. The two of you can have fun at the festival. Just forget about the war for one night and let yourself be happy."

Without saying anything, he hugged her back and buried his face against her shoulder, so grateful for her friendship, understanding, and love. Whatever happened tonight, he would handle it, good or bad, but deep inside, he hoped desperately for Obi-Wan to reciprocate his love. At the least, if he did get rejected, Padme had a huge stash of wine he could drown his sorrows in and suffer from a massive hangover tomorrow; however, he reflected, he’d prefer to get drunk on love rather than wine.

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The festival was massive, with hundreds of people out, and it was crowded, but not to the point of feeling crushed. Booth after booth lined the streets, with a variety of smells and sounds coming from them. Exuberant cheering and laughter could be heard everywhere, the excitement drawing Anakin in as the blissful energy grew in his heart and spread throughout his body.

Padme had left them alone, saying she'd promised to explore the festival with her nieces. Anakin had no complaints -- not when he could pretend that he was on a date with Obi-Wan -- albeit a very one-sided date, but it still counted in his book.

Bit by bit, with Obi-Wan by his side, they both leisurely strolled around the festival and took in the whole scene. Anakin personally enjoyed seeing the food booths, even venturing out to try some of the local delicacies. His favourite treat was the carp-shaped pastry filled with red-bean paste with a name he'd never remember. He'd also happily tried some boiled silkworms, which were quite crunchy with a savoury flavour. The look of pure disgust on Obi-Wan's face made him laugh.

"It's not that bad, Master," Anakin commented as he finished the last of it.

Obi-Wan shook his head hard. "I'll take your word for it."

"Oh!" Anakin exclaimed and pointed at the darts game. "Let's play. Best two out of three?"

"You're on," Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow while his eyes twinkled.

Anakin didn't remember who won their little competition, for he was extremely distracted by such a relaxed and cheerful Obi-Wan. It'd been so long since they'd been able to just unwind and not worry about the war. Obi-Wan's eyes didn't look as haunted and exhausted as they did a few days ago, his former master's grimaces now turned to light smiles with soft chuckles that didn't sound so forced.

This was the man whom Anakin had fallen in love with; seeing Obi-Wan like this made his heart fill with elated delight and made his stomach do nervous flips. He wanted to pull Obi-Wan into his embrace and never let him go, war and Jedi life all be damned.

But Anakin behaved and kept his hands and thoughts to himself as they wandered around the festival, content to hear Obi-Wan go on excitedly about obscure facts that only he would know. Anakin listened with half an ear, as he smiled and nodded in the right places, hoping he didn't come off with a goofy lovestruck expression.

When they ran into Padme, all three greeted each other before he saw the "knock down the bottles" game, saw the stuffed animals lining the booth, and said, "Pads! I'm going to win you that super ugly stuffed loth cat -- that glittery neon purple and green one!"

Padme blinked and her face took on a horrified expression when her eyes landed on the stuffed animal. "Oh, no, Ani! Absolutely not!"

"I insist! Take it as my gratitude for your invitation to this event." Anakin ignored Padme's sputtering and he gave Obi-Wan a big grin. "Don't you think that'd match her interior?"

"No comments from me," Obi-Wan answered blandly, his face having gone into a blank mask for a brief moment before it returned to one of him looking slightly amused.

Anakin frowned to himself, wondering why Obi-Wan's mood had shifted, wondering why he'd looked off for a few seconds. He briefly pondered if he did something wrong -- was it that bad of an idea to win a prize for his best friend or was exhaustion catching up to Obi-Wan? Knowing that this was not the place nor time to resolve this new mystery, he set aside his investigator persona and went up to the booth to win Padme the stuffed loth cat. He easily won the game and accepted the prize, and he practically shoved the prize into Padme's chest gleefully. "Don't say I never did anything for you!"

Padme's resigned look just made him laugh. Obi-Wan also chortled next to him, but Anakin didn't miss the weird emotions he felt in the Force. But before he could question it further, Padme said, "It's almost time! Let's go to the balcony."

Anakin followed behind them with a mix of emotions swirling inside of him. The star showers would happen soon, and he had to decide what to do with his love for Obi-Wan. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would do something -- he just had to figure out the best course of action within the next half an hour.

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Before Padme left them on their private balcony, she gave Anakin a "you better do something or I will make you regret giving me that horrendous stuffed nightmare" look, and Anakin returned the look with a smirk. With Obi-Wan, they walked up to the balcony's end; Anakin stood straight and crossed his arms, while Obi-Wan bent and leaned against the bar.

Below them, there were hundreds of people standing around, all looking upwards, eager to see the promised star showers. The thrums of excitement were contagious, and Anakin felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. To hide his conflicting emotions, he turned to teasing.

"Your back killing you, Old Man?"

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not nice to mock your elders, Anakin."

"So you are admitting you're old?"

" . . . I'm not that--"

Many people below them gasped, and then a hush fell over the entire place as everyone looked upwards to see the start of the much-anticipated star showers. Against the night sky, the stars shone brightly and then fell around them at different rates. Some showered down quickly, much like someone sprinkling salt over them. Others came down slower, like snow gently falling from the sky as it left behind trails of fading light.

Padme wasn't kidding -- the star showers were breathtakingly gorgeous. Anakin stared at them in awe for a minute or so, and then he glanced over at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's entire demeanour spoke of pure admiration as he stared at the sky with a gentle smile, eyes sparkling like the falling stars around them, lips parting as he took a deep breath.

Anakin turned his gaze completely towards Obi-Wan, as if he'd developed tunnel vision, unable to see anything but his master next to him. He could feel the Force dance and sing around them, completely hypnotised. He was so hyper-fixated on Obi-Wan, that he'd almost missed what Obi-Wan said next.

"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, Master. Beautiful," he responded softly, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's face. He swallowed hard against his suddenly dry throat, willing the Force to give him the courage to take the next step. He allowed his thoughts of not as beautiful as you to escape from behind his shields and he reached out with invisible hands, pouring all the love he could bring himself to give into their bond.

Seconds ticked, followed by a long pause as Anakin's eyes never left Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan finally turned to look at him, and their eyes met. Without breaking eye contact, Anakin reached out with his flesh hand and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek while he stroked the sharp cheekbone with his thumb.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan breathed out as his bright blue eyes became half-lidded.

Stepping closer, Anakin murmured, "They are not as beautiful as you, Master."

Obi-Wan leaned closer into his touch, and Anakin felt his heart jump with joy as hope spread all over him. He moved in even closer, the desire to kiss him growing stronger. But then Obi-Wan's eyes opened up all the way, and he took a step back with a confused expression. "What about Padme?"

Anakin jerked back in bewilderment, dropped his hand, and gave Obi-Wan a befuddled look. "Padme?"

"You two are not as subtle as you think," Obi-Wan continued. "I understand you two have feelings for each other, and while it does go against the Code . . . I want nothing but happiness for you."

" . . . How did you come to that kriffing conclusion?" Anakin exclaimed. "Padme is just my best friend!"

"Earlier today, I saw you two on the couch. And you also did win that monstrosity for her."

Anakin paused. Though Obi-Wan had stayed calm and showed no emotions outwardly, through the Force, he felt an undercurrent of . . . was that jealousy?

He thought back to what had happened earlier today and tried to see the situation from Obi-Wan's perspective; he supposed they did come off as a couple from a certain point of view. But he still asked incredulously, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What -- yes, I mean, no -- where did you get that idea?!" Obi-Wan floundered very uncharacteristically.

With the stars still falling around them, Anakin snorted and began to snigger hard. "You are so jealous."

"I. Am. Not."

"And I'm going to live in a sand castle," Anakin said dryly. Then Obi-Wan's earlier words came to the front of his mind, which made him say, "You said . . . you want nothing but happiness for me."

Obi-wan gave him a slight frown. "I did."

Taking a deep breath, Anakin reached for the courage somewhere inside his rapidly thumping chest and continued, "What if my happiness meant being with you? I love you, Obi-Wan -- it's always been you. It was never Padme. I want to be with you."

The frown melted off of Obi-Wan's face as his eyes softened and his lips quirked up in a gentle smile. Anakin nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Obi-Wan's calloused fingers caressing his cheek. "Oh, my dearest, I feel the same way. But the Code--"

"No, no, no. Do not bring up the Code, Master," Anakin begged, eyes closing tight on their own accord, his hand coming up to rest on top of Obi-Wan's, whose hand was still on Anakin's cheek. "Please -- the Code is outdated. Attachment can be dangerous, but my attachment to you is not that at all. Because of you, I want to be a better person, want to prove to you how much I love and care for you. I know you will want some time to think about this, and I will give you as long as you want. Just don't--"

Anakin stopped his desperate rambling when a pair of lips met his own -- soft, warm lips, which were framed by the beard that tickled his cheeks faintly. Obi-Wan was kissing him.

To quote the great Essel Jaksun (thanks a lot, Padme), holy motherfucking shit. He's kissing me! Obi-Wan's really kissing me!

Before Anakin could kiss back, Obi-Wan broke the kiss and moved his head back slightly and said, "You didn't let me finish."

Anakin couldn't bring to feel any remorse as he felt nothing but euphoria inside of him that made him want to yell out to the whole galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Negotiator, had just kissed him. Trembling so much from the emotions that were ready to burst out of him, he rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Go ahead."

"The Code -- I was raised by the Code and I was determined to follow it. But when I began to have feelings for you, I began to question the Code and all that it states about attachments, and about how there is no passion, but serenity. Why can't we have both, as long as we can balance them?"

"I hope that is a rhetorical question because I can’t think of anything but kissing you again," Anakin admitted with no shame. He turned to look back at the sky, and he saw that the star showers were still occurring. Turning his gaze back to Obi-Wan, he tilted his face and leaned in close until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. "I want us to kiss again right under the star showers."

Obi-Wan responded by closing the tiny gap, and their lips met once more. They kept still for several seconds and then Obi-Wan -- or was it him -- Anakin wasn't sure, and it surely didn't matter in the long run -- deepened their kiss. Lips parted, tongues met, and Anakin felt like he was drowning in his desires. The kiss was amazing and felt a lot better than anything he'd had imagined. As ridiculous as it sounded later, right now, he really wished time would stop and keep them here forever, under the beautiful star showers, away from the war and all their responsibilities.

He felt the Force sing to him, and it sounded like, "Sweetly, sweetly showered the stars / the wandering souls have come afar / never apart forevermore / as those who love will always soar."

When the star showers ended, Anakin's mind stayed on those words from the Force, and he pulled Obi-Wan into a tight embrace. "I love you."

"And I love you, my dearest."

As the night went on, and when they finally retired to one room, the love and hope the star showers gave Anakin stayed with him. It was a night he could never forget, a night of new beginnings for the two wandering souls amongst the stars.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52417552

[spacedykez]

Your the person I keep seeing post about O!Scott on my dash /pos

Please continue (Use this as an opportunity to talk about him if you want (feel free to answer this whenever you want))

OH my gosh yes O!SCOTT MY STRESS BALL MY STARBOY MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY i don't talk about him enough but OUGH HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME *slaps roof of o!scott* this bad boy can fit so much projection in him he is sooooooo sksfhaiuhdfiushaf /pos i love he omg i-

[note from future Moth: this ask was sent like 7h ago. i do not have adhd at all /sar] ok. i have composed myself. time to talk about da blorbo. okay so o!scott. da guy ever. can i be coherent about him we will see.

[hello, tails from three hours later here. let's go] o!scott is my little guy. he has a mysterious backstory and he doesn't remember anything other than floating endlessly in space :( he was left alone and he didn't know there were other starbornes :( in canon he's pretty much ur average scott smajor character. abandonment issues, pretty builds, cool aesthetic, and very gay. aka the perfect recipe for moth m0thmenace to get emotionally attatched to-

sorry Anyways. i has decided that he is my stress ball and i project aaaaaaaaaall my issues onto him /lh. so therefore captain sparklez (the other starborne) is like. angst fuel. 2 me. SO what follows is NOT canon but is my own headcanons. for angst.

o!scott is scared of sparklez replacing him/nobody wanting him anymore. almost everyone else has their own origin, and the ones who don't are just... more friendly than him. they fit in. they're creatures of this planet, and they all get along so easily. scott... doesn't. he's not from this world, and all he's known is loneliness. he doesn't trust that they won't just leave him alone. and so he has to give them a reason to keep him around. he has to keep building, building, building, to make sure he's unique. to make sure he's giving the others a reason to want him around. being the only starborne isn't enough anymore, now that sparklez is here. plus, sparklez is better than him in every way. so building is the only thing scott Can do. the one thing he's good at

taDa i angstified ur starboy <333 anyways if u wanna read my fics abt him here they are

we all need a hug - scott misses being among the stars. phil dadza's.

stars don't shine they burn - hurt no comfort scott overworks himself

stargazing - scott misses the stars. but this time he gets like. the tiniest bit of comfort cause philza takes care of him.

replaced - i commit angst of starboy for 3000 words. again hurt no comfort

man i should really write some actual like. happiness for this guy huh. i really just like to throw him against things and watch him break. anyways.

[ascendandt]

really long explanation of my song choices under the cut

1. WHITE WINTER HYMNAL (FLEET FOXES)

- its the cycles. the tragedy that is and was and will be happening. the removal from the scene and simultaneous desperation

- lyrical repitition yeah. timeloop

- "and michael you would fall" you WOULD. implied repition and inevitability. ya its like gan 👍👍

2. YOU & ME (TALLY HALL)

- "off again we go, another seed to sow, another part to keep in proper order, what have i begun, a getaway undone, i have seen the signs and i ignored them"

- ⬆️ HELLO? TIMELOOP. meticulous tweaking of circumstances to get gan not evil. i have seen the signs (of the impossibility of changing fate. and also of him in the first before having moral complexity) and i ignored them!!!!!

- YOU AND ME DIVINE. A CIRCULAR DESIGN! RETURN TO BE IN ORBIT ALL THE TIME

- "you turn away and around, ive been coming down" its a bit. its a bit that you might see your shadow... iykyk

3. EVERYWHERE (BRAN VAN 3000)

- youre everywhere to me... its gan. hes hes everywhere

- everywhere you came an left you came in the name of love! and left a wake of happiness and tenderness and SWEET CONFLICT.... it is always tortured :( link is so good natured but um well. its not going right. he still holds reductive morality that wont actually save anyone

- "you come on down but you dont come down" - its the way link keeps coming back to this guy this GUY HE LOVES to save him but he never gets at the root of it he never. comes down to why gan does what he does ever.

- also works as a sorrows (part 5 of b+f) gan perspective 👍 unrequited love baby

4. TEXAS REZNIKOFF (MITSKI)

- ok i actually have very little justification for this. but its verry sorrows esque to me. sorry

- oh except "but ive been anywhere an its not what i want... i wanna be still with you". its them to me.

5. FRANCIS FOREVER (MITSKI)

- what more can i say... the isolation. the seperation

- in sorrows ganondorf if left literally all alone on a shipwreck for days to months Several times, and is also hopelessly in love with link. for context.

- "i dont need the world to see that ive been the best i can be... but i dont think i can stand to be where you dont see me" - its literally him. he really only has link in his life, and he is doing all his evil-magic suppression in isolation FOR HIM.

- ⬆️ oh also somewhat a post-fear no more link. haha. he greives rajo his son and rajo his brother a lot. all this timeloop bullshit is for him after all... in defiance of fate and the gods snd everything. he MISSES HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING one might say.

6. ANNIE'S SONG (JOHN DENVER)

- hes everything to link👍 gives him purpose

- LET ME GIVE MY LIFE TO YOU. LET ME DIE IN YOUR ARMS.... the devotion and it all. yeah

7. I'M STILL HERE (GOO GOO DOLLS)

- this is particularly a song for fear no more rajo. the weird father son dynamic they got here is so fucked

- rajo feels inadequate he feels evil and ALSO smothered by link his dad. because link is trying to save him from being evil right. so hes both expecting him to act badly and need saving and ALSO be good. its fucked

- oh and also deeply estranged by society due to being raised in hyrule abd very much Not being hylian.

- like the lyrics refer to feeling inadequate and lost alone. people (in this case link and (joker voice) SOCIETY) expecting bad things from him... he wants support from his dad but its still very complicated WHATEVER...

- its um. hes just like jim treasureplanet.ok whatever

8. HYMN FOR A SCARECROW (TALLY HALL)

- by contrast. a link song.... nobody knows you and neither do i...

- the farmer jim in the lyrics is corfo cepolla to me (he is a farmer who link comes back to several times across timelines for advice and help raising ganondorf as a baby. hes cool guy).

- "he may imagine you heard and he knew... you wouldnt hear what he might have known" <- despite it all link really fails to take to heart what needs to be learned from the cepollas. HES A VERY ONE TRACK MIND GUY... like a scarecrow!

- song is about an enigma of a guy right. why does he do what he does. is he even aware. only the wind knows... its very him.

- also the birds the crows. they are fate somewhat. he drives them away by nature of what he does but the line "igniting a spark in [the crows'] minds so they circle and fly" feels like they are driven to return anyway. very much a theme in the story, like evil still arises whether in ganondorf or not. you cant save everyone always

9. BIXBY CANYON BRIDGE (DEATH CAB)

- link greiving his lost brother/son/friend ...

- in the silence it became so very clear that you had long since disappeared...i cursed myself at bring suprised that it didnt play like it did in my mind

- ⬆️ he keeps fucking dying. despite all the time nonsense rajo cant come back and you cant erase the losses of former timelines

10. SAMSON (REGINA SPEKTOR)

- the "history books forgot about us" and the "we coukdnt bring the cloumns down" is very sorrows to me. they loved each other and it still wasnt enough to CHANGE anything because he still died by links hand and the timeline was still reset.

- the uh. hair length thing is actually pretty important because 1. its a cultural thing to have gans hair long. 2. rajo cut off all his hair before he killed himself in fear no more (momentous Fucking occasion). and link feels ratherrr responsible for that. the hair cutting is a betrayal. and in the times where link raises him in the hylian fashion and cuts his hair its like. uprooting his whole life and for what? NOTHING to change. wawawawa

[anonymous-writer-hero93]

Fiery Christmas for Steve

Chapter 2:

North Pole December 25th 7:00am

Steve POV

The Clause Dinning Room

            "So nice to have everyone together for Christmas. How was delivering presents Steven?" Mother asked as I was on my phone clearly trying to ignore everyone and wrap things up from tonight’s mission to start some much-needed time off in the next couple of days.

            "Techno Tommy is too busy on his calculator then to be bothered with his family," exclaimed Grand-santa throwing some food off his fork hitting me in the face with it.

            I looked up and glared at the old man over my phone. "It is a handheld operational and homing organizer- the HOHO 3000. It was fine. A few glitches with Arthur, but nothing I couldn't handle."

            Then, Arthur thought it was a good idea to give more details of the misshape that had taken place the evening before to ruin my calm manner. "Steve did great! I know Steve is a quick thinker, I had never seen him so fast to react as when he was trying to keep us from getting arrested. I mean he did great until we ran in to Samantha and she helped us even though Steve knocked her down in the snow. She let us stay at her house with her until the police left." I didn’t have to look up from my phone to know everyone’s expressions. Any minute now Grand-santa and Father would start laughing and Mother will get upset and worried.

            There was silence and all you heard was silver wear being dropped onto plates. Everyone exchanged a look of concern and then stared me down. This made my face turn a deep red color. Father and Grand-santa started laughing at the story, but Mother was not as amused. Called it; I know this family like the back of my hand.

            "Steven! Did he just say police and who is this, Samantha?" Mother’s voice sounded terrified at the whole thing. She was one reason why I wasn’t going to say what happened and worry her. She is worried any time any of us leaving the Pole. I don’t understand why she is so worried about us. We are adult for crying out load. Doesn’t she know we may want to leave sometime in the future. A future I had never thought about until last night.

            "She is nobody just a woman that helped Arthur and I." I stood instantly waving my hands in front of myself to get the laughing to stop and to get the look of panic off of my mother’s face.

            "Wow! Mr. Special got saved by a girl!" Grand-santa laughed even harder as he poked me with his cane.

            "She was very nice Mom. She was an adult who still believes. She also, liked Steve, a lot." Arthur chimed in making my face turn even redder than it already was which I didn’t think was possible. He never knew when to stop did he? He was making me the laughingstock of the dinner.

            "Oh, did she? Did you thank her for her help and hospitality?" Mrs. Clause asked giving me a side long glance.

            "I did, but Steve ran out as soon as the coast was clear without saying good-bye." Wow, way to throw me under the bus Arthur! I was thinking of all the ways I would like to teach him a lesson in keeping his mouth shut.

            I instantly stormed out before they could reply and headed to my living quarters to ignore all of them. Why would Arthur bring that up? She couldn’t possibly like someone like me. Right? I told him that once before and asked him to drop it. Was he just trying to get everyone to laugh at me or was he on to something. I finally got to my rooms and changed into something more comfortable and crawled into bed. I picked up my book to read, but I found that I couldn't focus. I had to get up out of bed to pace to help myself think. My mind kept circling back to what Arthur had said, that she liked me. Despite all my efforts to think of something else to calm my mind, I just keep seeing her flawless face. I wasn't sure if she really did like me other then what Arthur had said but, three things I did figure out,

She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen

I wished I had known more about her

I knew that I had to see her again somehow

            There was a knock at my door that broke my thought and stopped me in my tracks. I opened the door to find my mother on the other side holding an espresso and a tray of cookies. She could tell that something was bothering me, and we needed to talk.

            "Come in Mother." I stepped aside to allow her to come in. She walked over and sat on my bed and patted the spot next to her. I took a seat and took the espresso, which was the last thing I needed right, but I wasn't going to turn down something my mother had made since her cooking was so amazing.

            Mother just sat there looking at me waiting for me to break and to open up. Finally, I started talking, "I like her a lot and I may even love her." I had said to the floor rather than to her. I stood back up to pace again unable to contain myself anymore. "I am sorry, I wasn't that nice to her, but I was scared of her she was like a beautiful angel that I thought would disappear. I was trying to not seem weird and creepy which is exactly what I was to her. Everything I said to her was rough and mean sounding"

            Before she could reply I started rambling again and talking extremely fast. "Why is just one woman causing so many problems? Why me? Why now? My life was great I was running things flawlessly, now all I can do is just see her dazzling eyes. I mean I can't even read my book." I threw the book across the room, and I sunk to the floor holding my head in my hands. What was I to do I am all the way up here at the Pole and she has a life that didn’t seem to have room for me in it in Chicago.

            Mother walked over to stand in front of me, "Do you want to know what is wrong?" she asked as she leaned down to pull me up by the front of my shirt which was now untucked and hanging halfway open. I looked like a mess, which I always looked well put together to give off the false sense of me being in charge.

            "I have gone mental! I have never had a problem with being alone up here until tonight."

            "Steven! No, you have fallen in love with this woman. It is the magic of love at first sight. I had that with your father believe it or not."

            "Impossible, I barely I know her."

            "You do and with love at first sight you don’t have to. Your soul just knows that you need her that it won’t feel complete without hers right next to yours. You need to go tell her how you feel and also, thank her for helping Arthur and you. By the way I never want to hear you two are ever chased by the police again."

            I finally stood up and walked to the other side of the room to pick up the book I had thrown and let everything sink in that my mother had told me. "What should I do? What should I say?"

            "Go see her and tell her how you really feel." Mother looked overjoyed at me even asking her what I should do to try and decided if I was going to go see her or not.

            "Should I take her a present?" I started gripping my book harder to try and keep my emotions in check

            "I can make her some of my cookies. Go visit her at work that will make it more romantic; I would like grandchildren one day and you seem like the only one out of the two of you interested in woman." I looked over at her shocked at what she just said and turned red at realizing what she meant by that.

            I sobered. "What if she doesn't like me?"

            Mother walked over and pulled me down to her so she could kiss me on the check, "if she doesn't then she is stupid, and I will have to take care of her. No one hurts my boys."

            "Mother I am not a child anymore." She walked to the door to leave but, before she left for the night, she paused to look back at me. She looked at me like it was the first time she realized I was an adult and not a small child.

            "You will always be my little boy. Good-night Steven." She left closing the door behind her. I was left once again with my thoughts, but they did seem a little clearer after talking my mother.

            I knew I had to finish my wrap up work over the next couple of days, so I can visit her. At least it was after Christmas we weren't as busy, and I had some more time off. That night I feel asleep with a smile on my face that I couldn't get rid of. I have not felt that happy or have a smile like that in a long time. I was ready to talk to her and I just hoped she felt the same way I did. 

December 25th 9:30am

Chicago – Sam’s house

            I sat at the kitchen table already dressed for the breakfast I was supposed to be at now but had not found the energy to leave yet. I knew my nephew was probably taring open all his gifts by now with my dad, brother, and sister-in-law, but I didn’t sleep well, and this second cup of coffee hasn’t done anything. Had last night really happened or was I going crazy? I knew if I didn’t show up soon my father was going to come and drag me over.

            The front door opened and closed, and I didn’t have to turn around to know who came in. It was my room mate and best friend Casey. I knew it was him by the smell of cheap cologne and sex still lingering around him. “How was your date? I am guessing it went well since you didn’t come home last night.”

            “She had lots of Christmas cheer; if you know what I mean.” He winked at me; like I wasn’t going to know what he met.

            “Eww. Well, are you at least going to call this one back?” I asked swirling my coffee around. “There is fresh coffee in the pot.” He walked to the corner and poured him self a black cup of coffee before taking the seat across from me.

            “Why aren’t you at your dads? You look like something is on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?” He watched me as I just stared into my cup. He didn’t push for answers, which I wouldn’t even  know where to begin to explain what happened last night. I still haven’t worked out what happened last night.

            “I am just tired had a long shift last night.” I got up and put my cup in the sink and started to head toward the door. He followed be hind me placing a large hand on my shoulder giving it a firm squeeze before going up stairs. I am glad he stuck to the rules of our room mate code to not pry into each other affairs. “I will be back later after dinner with my family. You can come if you want.”

            “Maybe after I shower and change, I will be over.” I nodded my agreement and headed out to my truck and drove over to my dad’s. I drove in silence still letting my mind think of Steve from last night. Why was I sitting here daydreaming about a man I was never going to see again. I shock my head knocking some of my hair out of my messy bun to help clean my thoughts. Before I knew I was pulling in to my dads driveway and before I could get out of the car by nephew came running out in his elf PJ’s carrying what looked like a monster truck with him. I squatted down picking him up and tossing him over shoulder and headed in the house. Once inside I sat him down and he started talking a mile a minute.

            “Look what Santa brought me! It was the monster truck I asked for! It is so cool it even lights up and make noises!” Before I could answer he ran off again to play, but I couldn’t help but think of Steve and Arthur from last night. I hope they knew how much what they do means to these kids. My brother walked up to me hugging me and wishing me a happy Christmas and I used this moment to face palm myself. I had just convinced myself to stop thinking about that handsome man from last night.

            “Glad you could finally make it. We tried to get Mikey to wait till you got here, but as you can see that was a wait of breath.”

            “Oh no it is ok. Sorry I took so long work was a killer last night, so I slept pass my alarm.” Oh no I was sitting at my table trying to figure out if a handsome fictional character really was in my house. I though as I took my coat off and hung it up. It was Christmas and the only time of year I got to see my bother and nephew.

[kariachi]

Okay, some New Year stuffs for some species, because fuck it I want to

Erinaens

We're starting off with the fuckers who are weird because there is not a single calendar on Eri that lines up with the planet's orbit around it's sun, or even comes close

The one most people are familiar with is the Imperial Calendar, or Business Calendar more appropriately, which takes up 171 days of their 244 day solar cycle (why yes that is only 70% of a solar cycle, keen eye) and is one of those standardizations that was come up with when the rest of the galaxy came knocking, mostly, as the secondary name implies, used for business dealing on Eri

It's also used as the homeworld calendar for Erinaens living off of Eri, mostly because colonies tend to end up heavily mixed and since every region of the planet has a slightly different calendar (though around the same length and such, because these fuckers have been dealing with globalization for about 2000-3000 years) and it's just easier to point at the Business Calendar and call it good

Fun Fact: The Imperial/Business Calendar marks time from when First Contact was made, while local calendars all reach far further back, up to a few thousand years depending on the continent

Thankfully as part of the 'it's always a different season' thing New Years traditions all tend to be things you could do anywhen- music, stories, indoor-friendly games and contests, things of that nature

For instance, while Erinaen music tends to be heavy on percussions, strings, the occasional aerophone, etc (they're not really built for horns and flutes and the like) and some of these can be comparatively large or take up space to use, New Year celebrations typically involve rather small instruments that can be used en masse in small spaces without risking discomfort, and New Year songs will be designed for them more often than not

A lot of stories are recountings of the past year, or 'oh you weren't here for the year this happened', things like that, though a lot also are folkloric tales

Songs on the other hand often fall into two main categories- 1) 'the past was a fucking cunt and we're glad to be gone of it', or 2) 'here's the great shit we hope to experience in the new year'

Games are generally board, card, or dice style, and competitions are generally of crafts or singing or such

In colonies that have a more worshipful bent to the whole 'spirits' thing then this is generally the time they get a load of gifts and prayers and such from people with high hopes for the coming year, and even in colonies that don't this is one of those times where necromancers go out and make sure the local spirits are up to date on things and know what to expect coming up

In Geilla Bohln in particular the Erinaen residents lean heavily into the story telling, including a few folktales from various home regions such as one about the moon vanishing one time and another about 'there was once an absolute unit of a dragon and we put out yellow things because yellow scared it off'

Why yes that group in particular does have a lot of yellow decor out that time of year, though you don't normally see specific decor for the New Year aside from maybe some colorful cloth garlanding, or little tidbits hidden away as part of a finding game for the kittens

Due to the relatively nice weather all year round, they've started having some more athletic competitions, but traditionally that's more late-spring/early-summer fare

Perison

Like the Erinaens there's a lot of options as far as calendars, like the Erinaens there is a 'planet-wide' calendar that gets used for big important shit, unlike the Erinaens we do have a single region we can focus on because there's only one Perison we give a shit about

Fun Fact: The planetary calendar's start date is in the northern half of the planet's early summer purely because after a lot of backing and forthing and arguing about when it should be somebody went 'today is the first day of the year fight me on it' and nobody wanted to physically fight her so that was that

So, New Year in Kwarrel's hometown, let's do it

While the planet-wide calendar put the new year in early summer/winter depending on which hemisphere you're in, the local calendar says early spring, everything is new at once

Religiously it's regarded as sort've 'the return of the Sun', like she's been coming back since the big 'gotta cure the Sun's depression' holiday but now that spring has arrived she is Back

If you've been paying attention to my stuff about these fuckers you can already guess that there's a lot of music and a lot of dancing- understand, the dominant religion holds that shit like this is why people were made in the first place and that a lack of the arts goes against the purpose of the species, there's music and dancing for everything

Among Settled Herds, the eldest woman able to join in stands for the Sun in big group dances with the other women of the herd, generally starting early in the morning with her own daughters and granddaughters and gathering up other members as they make their way through the streets

In big cities where a herd may not have fields or orchards this parade ends in the main square of the herd's neighborhood, while for herds with fields and orchards it will end in the center of one of them. Either way for the entire dance the old woman will have been wearing a dark cloak embroidered with snowflakes, and at the end will shed it to reveal an outfit of bright gold and deep blue

Similarities can be seen here to tradition for the announcement of pregnancies and the garb of pregnant individuals- a pregnancy is normally formally announced by hanging a dark curtain embroidered with sprouts, saplings, and baby animals in a downstairs window, which will be used as a blanket for the newborn, and it's considered good luck for a pregnant individual to wear deep blue, as tradition says it encourages healthy growth

You'll see several more dances, some traditional, some because a fitting song played, some because somebody got caught up in the excitement and couldn't stop their feet, and one other major group dance where the members of a young marriage will dance together. There's a superstition attached to it that if the dance goes off perfectly there'll be a new baby in the coming year, and sometimes you'll see people purposefully fuck it up as a result

There's a wide range of songs that are sung here, some nostalgic ballads about years passed and the future ahead, some religious praising the Sun and her get, some casual welcoming her back home, some rousing songs of plenty that wouldn't be out of place in a bar, ballads of love found or to come soon, and a choral number by the elder women of the herd from the pov of the Sun giving her gratitude for those beneath her that love her

There's a couple of long held household traditions as well to go with everything else, such as washing when the day turns over so you get the last of the old year off and are fresh for the new, and writing your hopes for the new year down and then burning the paper

Generally the local religious leaders will go around and bless, pretty much everything in the area on the New Year. Everything will be blessed again on appropriate holy days and fields and new orchards will be blessed the day of planting, but just a general 'bless this [blank]' to start the year off on the right foot

On New Year's Eve, people with orchards will go out and hang a bottle of wine from one of the trees. You could not get why out of them with torture

But wait, that's all Settle Herds, what about Bachelor Herds in the area? What do the fuckers without wives get up to?

For one thing women and elderly women are in rather short supply in Bachelor Herds, so while you get a lot of similar dances going on the main big deal ones are different, much more bombastic and aimed more at putting on a spectacle for the Sun's amusement than anything

Wearing dark tones is traditional and boys will be gifted dark clothes on their first New Year with the herd- if you're an adult and new then you're expected to have your own, but someone will probably lend you a coat or something anyway

These tones are pretty much always countered with bright embroidery though, often in abstract patterns

A lot of the songs are very similar, but Bachelor herds sing more from the perspective of the Travelers than anything else and the exact themes of songs will be different. After all plenty and success looks different for them, and of course their love songs more often involve finding beautiful women than a handsome man, though you do get a lot more gay shit in Bachelor Herds

A general blessing gets done over the whole of the herd and it's animals, start the year off right

The ones in charge of the animals will typically dress the breeding-age females in deep blue accessories, and if any animals have already been born it's traditional to drape them in gold and carry them around to see the blessings go on

Cloud iridescence, if seen on the New Year, can indicate luck, though what kind depends on the dominant colors. More blues or reds indicates a good year ahead, but greens and yellows signify a bad time coming, and purples give uncertain odds.

Osmosians

The Imperial Osmosian New Year is celebrated over two days that also mark the end of the war in which the species officially gained their freedom and acknowledgement as a sapient species and the beginning of the Empire. Osmosians who are not part of the Empire just celebrate the first day, not the second, and it has nothing to do with new years.

To put it mildly, this is The Big Celebration for Imperial Ossys and A Big Celebration for non-Imperial Ossys, but we're gonna focus on the first group because that's the topic we're on

The Imperial New Year is smack dab in the middle of autumn in the northern hemisphere and spring in the southern, which is really handy since it means it's smack in the middle of the growing season

Fun Fact: Winters on Osmos V get cold and dark enough that plants grow less and less efficiently, most outside of the equator region going dormant over the season, while summers are hot enough that a lot of plants also go dormant then, especially around the equator. As a result for most of the planet spring and autumn are both for growing crops, while for the equatorial areas this is done from mid-autumn to mid-spring

New Years celebrations, for Imperial Osmosians, are loud, bombastic, colorful, high energy affairs involving so much music, so much food, so much activity

Most Osmosian holidays have colors associated with them that change depending on where you are since they're tied to local weather and ecology, but not these ones, these are just straight rainbow, if it is a color you can get your hands on it is a color on display in the form of garlands and strings of bells inside the dens and in chimes, windsocks, pinwheels, and more outside

If you have the supplies to spare to make a bonfire, you do, and you throw shit in there to make it change colors

This is a couple days where you wear your clan's colors in every way you can, and decorate your animals if possible

Yes the music is back and constant, to the degree that constructing large wind organs (have you seen a sea organ? similar concept but taking advantage of Osmos V's constant winds) is a big part of preparations and they'll be arranged around the main outdoor area of the pack so that the music changes with the wind, otherwise wind instruments aren't common but percussion and electronic instruments are

You know how some people hook plants and fungi up to machines that convert their electric currents into sound? Imagine if you could control electric currents directly and put them through that machine. As soon as Ossys had the tech people were taking it to new heights

There will always be somebody singing something- on the last day of the year/anniversary of the war ending it'll be war songs, generally of victory but sometimes more somber shit especially early in the day, on the second day/new year/anniversary of the Empire it'll be upbeat tunes, often a mix of popular, patriotic, and and just random shit that just become tradition in your area

The start of a lot of holidays is marked with the ringing of one or more standing bells within and outside the dens, but there's a specific melody that gets played at the start of the new year, and nobody remembers where it came from anymore- it's believed it may be from before The Hunting, which would make it an over 5000 year old tune in Earth time, but more likely it's was developed sometime during The Hunting

There are a lot of athletic competitions in the afternoon of the first day of the celebration, from running to climbing, wrestling to spearplay and other weapon usage, dancing to gymnastics, parkour in some places

The winners of the competitions get decked out in full rainbow regalia and get to flaunt it all through the celebrations, though it gets returned to storage once everything is done

The second day has competitions in the morning but the ones there are are mostly in more artistic venues like music and art, the winners of which also get their own rainbow regalia

There is feasting. There is so much feasting. The two big feasting holidays are this shit and the winter solstice. There's a reason all the athletics are on day one, they'd have to roll people onto the field and into the audience.

The tables will typically be lined with masses of meat, fat, and organs, whole large bones and piles of fresh produce, alongside 'special occasion' fare involving alcohol and imported foodstuffs, sometimes as simple as fish and seaweeds from the nearer sea, other times as exotic as food from outside the Empire, very much an occasion of plenty

You'll find a lot of historical stories in various formats being shown as well, generally inside the dens. If you're restricted to the dens for any reason, you are learning your history, and don't think the storytellers and actors and filmmakers aren't going to pray for bad weather other the holiday just to make sure you see this shit

[imarawbu]

I've not posted in awhile.

Thing were OK until Friday. My husband's best friend got married. It brought back unpleasant stuff. He got into a fight with me and basically this whole week before I first realized that I wish I didn't have kids. I went to his best friend's fiance at the time bridal shower. I had to have my daughter with me because he can't/won't take care of her for more than 2 hours straight, he says she just keeps crying and he can't calm her down. I've had exactly one break from my daughter for more than 3 hours in the 7 months she has been alive. And he was texting me and calling and asking when I would be black because he still has not learned how to calm her. It was at another pre-wedding event for this woman as well.

The bridal shower was difficult because she was so fussy, I could barely eat, someone had to get food for me, I couldn't get her calm, couldn't interact or participate in anything- I couldn't even sit at the table with everyone else, then I had to leave early as well. I realized I could have enjoyed this even if she wasn't with me. This was on Tuesday. And I finally realized that this is how the next several years will be. I have taken her to other stuff, I went to a hangout with friends for the first time since I had a baby, I spent all my time taking care of a baby, it didn't really bother me. Even at the other pre-wedding event where I had to bring her (before the bridal shower event) it still didn't really bother me.

What happened on Friday is I missed most of the dancing and stuff that happened because I got to leave early while my husband stayed. I was upset for this reason, how he does the minimum help (I will give him credit for taking her for one hour and giving me time to eat). But still says I'm a mother so I'm not allowed to enjoy anything now. I was looking forward to this kind of wedding as I've never been to one before but I missed mostly everything.

The other thing that bothered me was how little effort my husband put into our wedding celebration since we got married during covid. We did a wedding celebration last year to make up for not being able to invite anyone to our wedding. It was nice but it seemed like we ran out of money when it came to the decorations and alot of things I didn't like. I paid for more than half of the wedding and he didn't take the things I wanted seriously. He has off and on promised a wedding in his home country for his family (and paid for by his family) since none of them could come for our celebration and it's the culture to have a celebration. After I completely missed out on and didnt know I wanted a real wedding in my first marriage, I wanted to go all out for my second. Instead it left a bad taste.

The other thing is they actually love each other or at least it's so early in the relationship and she has lots of friend who go out of their way to do nice stuff for her that they did alot of cutesy activities at the bridal shower and the wedding and the party after the wedding as well.

I went into this marriage unsure if I wanted it but knew I needed out of my current life and this was the only way out. He had some red flags and was emotionally and verbally abusive in the 6 months we knew each other before he proposed to me. So seeing someone in love with someone, especially at the place where I am now in the marriage, hurts.

I've been mentally ill my entire life, I only started getting friends after I divorced my ex. I have poor social skills from not having friends my entire teenage years. I had to ask some friends to do stuff for me like a bachelorette and what not. I paid for dresses, hair, makeup, and a limo to and from the venue for my bridesmaids, $3000 of my own money. Nobody did that kind of cutesy stuff for me.

But she made an effort to include me and has made an effort to get to know me since they got engaged, she included me in almost all her pre-wedding events, she didn't have to do that. The only reason she knows I exist is my husband and his best friend have a very intense friendship. They literally have no other really good friends besides each other, have known each other since high school (15 years) and have lived with each other for 10 years as roommates in college, grad school, and various moves to different countries and across the country. They are literally at each others apartments/houses almost every day- that has only recently changed since he got engaged. Apparently he listens to her and care for her opinion, whereas my husband tells me I do whatever he wants/says like it or not but I'm not supposed to tell people he behaves this way. His response is to tell me I'm so nice and understanding compared to most women- but it is nice to not have to deal with him for half a day.

Regardless the wedding. After, I was frustrated and upset. My husband's way of helping is to tell me to shut up, threaten to divorce me, and tell me to behave.

It escalated into my "last warning". There were some compromises discussed, but I doubt he will ever follow through with them.

[k8fics]

Nincompoop

summary: headcanon; jackass x reader (member)

rating: unrated - stunts are performed by professionals

ASSEMBLING

-either you knew one of the guys or they saw you doing something stupid and decided to come up to you.

-you definitely would be weirded out that these greasy men came up to you to ask you to do more dumb shit (just on camera this time).

“Hey, I saw that trick you did. Wanna be in this TV show we’re doing?”

“I guess. Am I getting paid?”

“Yeah.” “Cool.”

-at first, they had you doing the easy stuff; being the gang’s cheerleader, hurting them instead of yourself, easy stunts, etc.

-they honestly thought you didn’t want to do the hardcore stuff yet.

-but after a lot of begging between johnny and jeff, they finally caved.

-i imagine the first thing they’d have you do is skate down a ramp into a river, to see how things go.

-after they decided that you weren’t going to kill yourself (aka proving that you know what the fuck you’re doing), you’ve gained their trust to risk your life or a few broken bones.

TOGETHER

-the guys would tease you excessively, especially during dick-related scenes.

-sometimes you play along with it; playing along with their flirting, being the designated “girlfriend,” them taking up your personal space, etc.

-guarantee that you’re a part of the spermathon

“And here is our beautiful sperm nurse, Y/N!”

“I don’t think a sperm nurse is a thing.”

-a lot of drinking if not; you’re the designated driver for a while.

-the jackass’s wing-woman 

“Have you met my friend Johnny?”

“Chris, no.”

“You’re really not going to introduce Party Boy?!”

-at least you get to beat the shit out of them

-you’ve definitely punched, slapped, and kicked most of them for stunts.

-not saying you didn’t enjoy though.

-they’re very overprotective of you at times.

-whether that's towards men or a 500-pound bull.

“Y/N, why would I let you ride the bull?”

“...Because it would be cool?”

-during the ‘beekini’ stunt you decided it would be fun to put your tongue on johnny’s bee-infested crotch.

-turns out bees do not like to be touched by wet muscles.

“That was the stupidest thing you could’ve done.”

“It was a great shot though.”

“True but now you have a swollen tongue.”

-needless to say, the shot was perfect. your tongue on the other hand...

RELATIONSHIPS

Johnny

-i feel like, in the beginning, he’s very distant (just because he didn’t know that much about you). but over time, he came to enjoy your company.

-you inspire him to create more innovative stunts, from the setting to the contraptions used.

-he seems intimating at first, but he’s actually really sweet.

-he’ll let you wear his jacket when you’re cold, comfort you if a prank went too far, hears you out on your ideas, etc.

-always has his arm around your shoulder when you’re sitting by him.

Steve-O

-you guys definitely sleep together during long car trips; your head on his should, his head on yours (and vice-versa).

-especially during the ‘gumball 3000.’

“Sleep-O! Where’s your sleeping buddy?”

“Fuck off.”

- *Steve-O eating something disgusting* 

- *Camera pans to Y/N throwing up*

-always tries to hug you when getting in shit, dirty water, etc.

“I will kick you in the nuts! Leave me alone!”

“Come on, I know you crave intimacy!”

-there's an 85% probability that there are multiple pictures of him kissing your cheek while you cringe.

Chris

-the party duo

-would definitely make you do party boy scenes with him.

“Okay you can stop humping me now, nobody is around.”

-probably the most protective of you during stunts.

-on lifeguard duty or not, he tries his best to keep you safe.

-really enjoys doing scenes with you and is your personal hype man.

“You got this, babe. Beat the shit out of him.”

Bam

-a lot of skateboard tricks and pushes you to try and do them too.

“Just give it a go!”

“I have never ridden a skateboard in my life.”

“So?”

-then when you eat shit he’ll laugh in your face while helping you up.

-big brother vibes (pun).

Dave

-the only person stupider than you

-it’s honestly beautiful to see two idiot minds come together.

-most of your injuries were caused by dave and your ideas.

-whether that’s crazy stunts or a bar fight is up to you.

-probably taught you how to roller-skate.

Ehren

-you’re his biggest supporter and vice-versa.

-defending him when the guys are being mean is your job at this point.

-he would say he doesn’t care about it, but he’s still grateful.

-a sweetheart

-he would cheer you on and then push you off a steep hill but that’s the fun part.

Ryan

-he would take all the stunts you didn’t want to do.

-in reason though; if he thinks you deserve, he would definitely make you do it.

-pranks you the worst with bam.

-but he’s apologize at least.

-you guys are really close, like you’re right hand man.

-partners in crime

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writing this because i feel bad that the johnny knoxville fanfic isn’t out yet (it’s probably going to be a headcanon too anyways).

[samstree]

A Study in Blushing

In which Jaskier makes a surprising discovery and decides to test it out.

(tooth rotting fluff, blushing geralt, soft jaskier, love confessions, kissing, winter at kaer morhen, rated teen, 3000 words)

Also, I know witchers can't blush in canon but seriously we should all know better.

read on AO3

“Gods damn it, bard! I know Geralt tolerates all your shit because he’s in love with you, but you gotta put things back where they belong!”

Lambert grumbles something more all the while putting the training swords back on the shelf, and Jaskier’s mind stops.

The world zeroes in on the words he’s in love with you and suddenly Jaskier can’t form words.

“W...What did you—”

“I said—” Lambert throws down the last one with a clunk. “—the swords go back on the shelf!”

“Geralt...is in love with me?” Jaskier breathes, unbelieving.

Lambert pauses, “Don’t you know?”

“No...?”

“Fuck. Pretty boy can’t get his head out of his ass and now I have to suffer.”

With that, Lambert tries to shoulder past Jaskier but the bard is having none of it. “No!” he puts a hand on Lambert’s chest. “Don’t even think about it. How? Since when? And how do you know?”

Lambert mumbles something unintelligible, before sighing long-sufferingly. “It’s too obvious, Buttercup.”

“How is it obvious? Does Geralt walk around with the words ‘I’m smitten with my bard and all the grumpy face is faked’ written on his forehead? How, pray tell, is it obvious?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Lambert, the bastard, raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Did you truly not know?”

“No!”

Jaskier is so close to grabbing Lambert by the collar just to shake some answers out of him, and finally, the youngest wolf takes pity on him.

“He looks at you differently when he thinks you are doing something cute. He trips over his words after you call him sweet names. The worst of it all—he blushes any time you are close. Blushes, like a fucking maiden. Urgh, I’m gonna throw up.”

“Oh,” Jaskier deflates, “Witchers blush?”

“See for yourself.” Lambert rolls his eyes, walking past Jaskier with a few long strides. “And put the swords back!”

 ~~

Jaskier decides to test it out, because there’s no way Geralt is in love with him.

Loving him as a friend, sure, why not? Despite what ignorant folks claim about witchers, Jaskier knows by experience that Geralt has a heart bigger and more capable of love than most. But Geralt being in love with Jaskier? Like, he-wants-to-kiss-him in love with him? No way.

Blushing because of him? Ha! More like in Jaskier’s wildest dreams.

Although that would be really cute.

“Pass me the salt, honey?” Jaskier reaches out a hand to the other end of the table, and Geralt passes the salt without thinking.

Hmm.

No tripping over words.

“Thank you, dear heart.”

He’s putting as much sweetness in his voice as possible and Geralt is…normal. His eyebrows are raised to the roof, and there’s a faint smile by the corners of his eyes. But that’s just how Geralt is…right? He’s home and he’s relaxed, he smiles with his eyes rather than his lips, and it’s got nothing to do with Jaskier.

Jaskier chews, staring at Geralt subtly.

Not subtle enough.

“Something on my face?”

“No—” Jaskier chokes, hacking like a fool and tipping sideways. “Just—too much salt.”

Geralt scoffs, the faint smile turning into a brief grin, and hands over a cup of water.

Jaskier wants the ground to swallow him whole.

 ~~

The snow is terrible.

The whole keep is freezing like an ice cube, and Jaskier has to blow on his hands from time to time just to function in the library. He’s the lucky one, in the grand scheme of things. The witchers still need to go outside to fix up the walls and tend to the animals.

Geralt hasn’t been back in a while.

Jaskier puts down the quill he’s been chewing anxiously and rushes out the door—

And bumps right into Geralt’s chest.

“Sweet Melitele, that’s a lot of snow!” Jaskier spits out the snow knocked into his mouth, before looking at Geralt properly. “Oh, you’re hurt.”

The cut on Geralt’s eyebrow is a small one, but Jaskier worries nonetheless. Geralt doesn’t look impressed, only walks straight towards the small medkit sitting on a shelf.

“Repairment has to wait. The wind is bad.” Geralt grunts, trying to touch the wound and missing by a mile.

“Here, let me.”

Jaskier takes the salve from Geralt’s slightly shaking hands and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket. Geralt is frowning so hard he can crack a walnut with those eyebrows.

“Relax,” Jaskier murmurs, blowing gently at the cut while dabbing at the blood. Upon deeming it clean enough, he applies a scoop of the salve that smells of celandine and mint. “Don’t move. It’ll only hurt a bit.”

Geralt keeps shying away from Jaskier’s ministration so he has no choice but to wrap his other hand around Geralt’s jaw, which manages to still him instantly.

“There,” Jaskier smiles. “Shouldn’t need anything more. Your witcher healing will kick in soon.”

Geralt tilts his head with that soft look in his eyes. “My thanks. Wouldn’t have survived without you.”

“No shit! Who goes out in a storm like this one? If you ask me, Vesemir is too tough on you. Look at you…” Jaskier coos, taking Geralt’s hands. “You are like a popsicle, dear heart.”

He tries to rub some heat back into Geralt’s freezing hands, his skin dry and rough. There’s still some hand cream left in Jaskier’s room. Maybe he can fetch it later. Geralt needs to take care of his hands better when his living depends on them.

Geralt groans, looking away. The frames of his ears are beet red too; he must have been outside without a hat for all this time. Jaskier wants to cover them with his warm palms, only to have his hands batted away.

“No, there’s—I’m fine,” Geralt mumbles. If Jaskier didn’t know better, he’d think the way Geralt avoids his eyes is a result of shyness. The bard can snort at the ridiculous idea and stubbornly presses his hands over Geralt’s ears.

Oh.

His ears are red because they are so warm, not cold

Now that they are standing so close, only a hand’s breadth away, Geralt looks stunned, his eyes dilating, only leaving a ring of gold around those dark pupils. There’s even a layer of pink dusting over his pale cheeks.

A blushing witcher.

Oh, this is interesting.

“Geralt, sweetie?” Jaskier husks, lowering his voice especially on the pet name. “Are you warm enough?”

“Um, sure…not cold.”

And he watches as Geralt’s mind ceases to work in front of his eyes, the blush deepening. It’s still a subtle thing. No wonder Jaskier has missed it all this time. Calloused hands wrap around Jaskier’s wrists, and the bard finally relents, letting go.

If he spends the rest of the day sitting at the desk with a quill in hand, thinking about the way Geralt’s skin feels against his and the warmth of his cheeks, nobody needs to know.

 ~~

Jaskier doesn’t know what to do with this piece of new information.

Geralt does blush.

Because of him.

He tries to repeat the experiment. Just to be sure, he tells himself. And every time it yields the same results. As soon as he gets into Geralt’s space, the witcher either stumbles through his words or gets all flustered all over. The fondness is there too, just in a very Geralt and very unnoticeable manner, soft and almost smiling.

Jaskier is so drunk on power.

The only thing left is to tell Geralt that he loves him too. That he’s also in love in love with him, as in an I-also-want-to-kiss-you kind of way, and then… they can finally kiss!

Oh, just inwardly rehearsing the scene makes Jaskier dizzy, and somehow he ends up smiling to himself when he’s so deep in thoughts planning the conversation, once even in front of company.

Lambert throws him a side-eye and a disgusted grunt, but Jaskier can’t care less.

He finds the perfect night, and even takes a sip of White Gull from Eskel’s cup just to calm his nerves.

And he realizes too late that, perhaps, the strongest witcher brew might be a mistake.

The effect is stronger than he anticipated, and Jaskier is giggling through the fog in his mind within mimutes, somehow ending up on Geralt’s lap, draped over his shoulder in a heap of soft, pliant mess.

He rests his temple against Geralt’s and nearly tips backward if not for the strong arm that catches him by the waist.

“Oops, thank the gods I have my big witcher here!” Jaskier runs the tips of his fingers across Geralt’s stubbles. It tickles, and the blush is back, unmistakably, since Geralt is as sober as the day. “I’d fall over on my butt without you! And falling over doesn’t look good before saying important things, does it?”

Huh, he’s said it out loud.

“Saying what things?”

Well, if it’s out there…

“Where do I start again? Right of course, with how beautiful you look when you’re like this!”

His fingers move to tuck the curtain of white hair behind Geralt’s ears. No matter how much Jaskier loves it when Geralt wears his hair down, he needs to look into those amber eyes without obstruction. The molten gold gleams with surprise and Jaskier wants to drown in it.

“I’m not…” Geralt splutters, before closing his mouth with a pop. The flush is stretching down his neck now, and Jaskier chases it with a hand.

“You are!” he insists petulantly. “You are blushing and it’s beautiful. Adorable too! I wouldn’t know if Lambert hadn’t told me—” he burps. “—um, everything.”

“Told you what?”

The alarm in Geralt’s voice should wake Jaskier up immediately, but alas, the White Gull is no joke.

“Shh!” he stage-whispers, “It’s a secret! Don’t tell Geralt! I need to do it right!”

Jaskier lets out a happy sound and leans into the comforting embrace that he loves so much. Under his fingers, he can feel heat still gather under Geralt’s skin, making him look equally annoyed and fond.

“You are not making sense, Jask.”

“Nothing about you makes sense either, but I’m here. And ready.” Jaskier smiles and presses a chaste kiss on Geralt’s cheekbone, humming another happy sound.

Kissing Geralt is nice, gives Jaskier all the fuzzy feelings.

But somehow, that was also the wrong thing to do, because Geralt has gone stiff under Jaskier’s body. The next thing he knows, the witcher is struggling to untangle their limbs and leaving him empty and cold.

“Don’t…do this,” he murmurs, upset. “Just…don’t.”

The anguish the seeps through Geralt’s voice somehow manages to get through the muddy cloud in Jaskier’s mind.

“Wait, what?” Jaskier rights himself on unsteady feet, but his witcher is long gone. Eskel and Lambert are still nursing their tankards by the fire, and Jaskier wobbles past them without a care. He needs to find Geralt, who apparently charged right out of the great hall and into the cold night.

The heavy wooden doors open and Jaskier is hit with the unrelenting wind. The snow has stopped and partially melted, and frozen all over again. It’s the worst kind. Jaskier takes his steps with caution but still, it’s too slippery.

Okay. Mind. Clear. He needs it to be.

“Geralt?” he calls out, churning with anxiety. “Geralt, where are you?”

Damn his witcher speed. Now Jaskier is walking in the dark and freezing his balls off without an ounce of idea where Geralt might be. Oh, the stalls. Roach must be the first thought Geralt has when he needs to talk. Jaskier shudders, hugging his doublet tighter to fend off the wind and searches for the stalls blindly.

“Geralt, are you—ow!”

He walks right into a pillar and falls on his butt. Before Jaskier can register the pain, a pair of hands are picking him up by the armpits and he stumbles into Geralt’s embrace.

There’s a familiar sizzle of Igni, and the torch by the stalls is roaring with life.

“What are you doing out here?” A coat is tossed over Jaskier’s shoulders and he’s ushered back towards the building.

“Looking for you, you idiot!” Jaskier squawks, albeit grateful for the thick fur coat. A few more minutes he would lose all feelings in his toes. “Running into the night like this, who knows what can happen to you!”

“So you followed me out drunk and with no coat and I’m the idiot? Gods, I don’t know why I even…”

The doors creak open and there’s light and warmth and the smell of mead, but Jaskier’s heart sinks.

“I don’t know why you even bother too,” Jaskier muses, suddenly feeling like a scolded child.

Geralt steers Jaskier past the other wolf witchers and straight into his room, where the heat feels like a furnace on Jaskier’s frozen fingers—Geralt has been secretly tending to Jaskier’s fire for weeks after the human came down with a cold upon arrival at the keep. He’s too good to Jaskier.

“You are too good to me.”

“And you are a pain in the ass.”

Geralt sits Jaskier down in front of the fire rather grumpily, before joining him and pulling the coat even tighter. He’s still mad, just a smidge, but the droop of his eyes speaks more of sadness.

“Hey, talk to me,” Jaskier coaxes, squeezing Geralt’s knee in reassurance. Whatever argument coming their way, he can’t stand Geralt being sad.

“How drunk are you?”

“Not very.” If Geralt walking out hadn’t put Jaskier out of his daze, the wind sure finished the job. “White gull passes quickly. Hmm, who would have thought…”

“I need to tell you something.”

“But I need to tell you something too! It’s important.”

“Let me go first?”

The plead comes out in a whisper, and who is Jaskier to reject Geralt like this, wide-eyed and earnest?

“I never meant for you to know, and certainly not on a night like this, but Jaskier…” Geralt heaves out a breath, determined and so so brave. Jaskier is drawn closer to Geralt’s body like a magnet, ready to soothe, to meet him halfway. “I am in love with you.”

“Geralt.”

“I know you don’t feel the same, and it’s okay. You make a living singing about loving. Hell, you make a living simply by loving. Music, adventures, people, so many people. It’s okay that your heart is too big for me. But, Jask, I can’t take it anymore.”

“I don’t…not…”

“You flirt with people. You…touch them and kiss them and praise them. It’s okay. It’s the way you are. I understand that when you do the same with me it doesn’t mean anything more, but, Jaskier, I need you to stop.”

“Oh,” Jaskier breathes. “Do you hate it? I thought…differently.”

The smile that tugs at Geralt’s lips can only be described as crestfallen.

“The opposite. I love it too much. I’ll always want more. Always. I’m greedy like this.”

The guilt weighing down on Geralt’s shoulders is not a good sight, a personal offense to Jaskier. His hand reaches out on its own volition, tilting Geralt’s chin up so their gazes meet. The blush is back.

What did Jaskier do in his past life to deserve this man?

“That’s what I was going to say.”

“That you are greedy?”

The frown remains on Geralt’s face, and Jaskier smooths it with the pad of his thumb.

“No. That I am in love with you. Gods, for someone who’s not a bard, you sure know how to steal someone’s line from the beginning,” Jaskier chuckles. “I’ve been trying to tell you that I return your feelings. But alas, you know the coward that I am.”

“You are…not,” he protests, blinking.

The way Geralt defends him on instinct only makes Jaskier’s insides melt into a pool of fuzziness.

“In this, yes. How I fucked up so bad is a mystery. That’s just me I guess, trying to love you but ending up hurting you, making you feel like I’m stringing you along like anyone else.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you oaf.” Jaskier bops his nose. “You are the most important person in the world for me. This is the most important thing in the world to me! I love you and I love it when you blush. Also, I’d very much like to kiss you, if you want it too.”

Jaskier bites into his lips and watches as Geralt’s gaze drops to them, the pink of his cheeks spreading into the most gorgeous crimson. “I want to. Kiss you, that is.”

“Good.”

Jaskier wets his lips with a peak of the tongue and watches the same gesture returned. Even if the alcohol has left his system, the intoxication remains, only this time because of Geralt’s slightly dilated pupils and quickened breathing. He leans in, not being able to resist—

“Did you say ‘return my feelings’?” Geralt dodges away, looking incredulous. “Jaskier, did you know? And what was that about blushing?”

“Um…” Now Jaskier is the one to splutter. Luckily, he has a trick up his sleeves or two that can make sure Geralt forgets about every last thought there is.

Jaskier lunges forward and tackles his witcher onto the soft rug and kisses him within an inch of his life, deepening it like there’s no tomorrow. Judging by the dazed look on Geralt’s face as he comes up for air, the method is working.

Cupping Geralt’s rosy cheeks, Jaskier croaks proudly, “Tell you later?”

“We have all the later we need.” Geralt’s smile is blinding, and equally mischievous. Without a moment of pause, Jaskier ends up the one flipped onto his back and being kissed until he shudders with pleasure.

Jaskier has to thank Lambert properly one day, considering Geralt will certainly go after him with a vengeance.

For now, having Geralt on top of him and slowly melting into a contented mess should be enough. If he’s allowed, Jaskier vows silently, he would really like to make Geralt blush for him for the rest of his life.

~~

Jaskier will totally make it his life's mission to tease Geralt endlessly and see his beautiful blush. 🥰🥰

On another note, I challenged myself to write 2000 words exactly, and this ended up, um, 3000 words exactly. I’ll count it as a win anyway ;)

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Part 1

Hello bby, thank you for coming back to request again! Thank you for loving my work! ♡

Langris Vaude x F! reader

It only took 5 days for Langris to come back to you with good news. 5 days. You've heard of so many cases where commoners make a report and they wait for months for news. But yours? Less than a week.

It only took 1 day for Langris to get the guy to confess to his crimes AND write the detailed report to submit. The vice captain personally interrogated the man, aka Carlos, one to one. When he left the room, man was shaking and nobody knew what Langris had said or done.

The next day he went to the magic parliament and got this case to be escalated with evidences that this man was a repeated offender. The team helped him with this one; he made them run a back ground check on the 2 men in 6 hours.

Within 3 days the magic parliament came to Langris' office early in the morning, telling him that the court for this case would be scheduled in two days.

And here he was, standing outside your shop with you, breaking the good news. He watched as your face brightened up from the tiring day and your lips curled into this sweet and beautiful smile.

"oh my god," you exclaimed excitedly upon hearing the good news, "thank you so much, my mom and I appreciate this so much, Vice Captain Langris!"

His heart uncontrollably raced in his chest and he felt giddy from happiness like a kid getting his favourite candy. But of course, the cool and suave Langris had to play it cool, "it's a small case. How are your injuries?"

"Er.. I'm feeling much better now!" you beamed at him.

"Don't over work yourself, you're on light duty as told by the doctor, " he narrowed his eyes at you, "see you at court in 2 days."

"I'll try to, we're a little short on manpower during this busy season, plus now that we have to close 2 days later to attend court, we have to work doubly hard to cover for the rent.." you suddenly thought about the losses you'll make for that day, on top of the losses from the other day.

"tch." he sighed out loud, shaking his head as he walked into your shop.

"Hello Vice Captain Langris," your mom greeted him warmly, "thank you for the other day."

He shrugged and nodded politely to your mom and took out a bag of yuls, "how many more bowls are available until you're out?"

"oh! We still have a good 100 bowls to sell son, order as much as you want for your team, it's on the house!" your mom offered, thinking he wanted to grab dinner for his team.

"Give me 100 bowls to go then." he placed the bag of coins on the counter, "then go and rest for the day. Just put everything in a huge pot, I'll bring it and ask someone return it tomorrow."

Your mom and you blinked at him.

"What?" he snapped at the both of you, "if you don't have such a huge pot then just give half of it to me, no worries. Then pack up for the day after the current customers are done eating."

"N-no.. we do have a big pot.." Your mom was flabbergasted, "It's just no one made such a big order before..."

"Also, I'll book down your little restaurant tomorrow.." he paused awhile, thinking of an excuse, "It's Alec's birthday so I'll let them celebrate. Give me the bill to book down the restaurant for an entire day."

"Erm.. No one has done this before either.." your mom looked at Langris dumbfounded.

"Alright, just charge me as per the sales you make for a busy day then." Langris shrugged. "Is 3000 yuls enough?"

You tugged at Langris' sleeves from the side, "can we talk for a minute..?"

---

"What is it?" Langris questioned the moment you both were out of your mom's hearing.

"You don't have to do this for us..." you quickly said, "we owe you too much."

"Then just heed the doctor's advice and not over work yourself."

"But I can't be selfish and rest while my mother slogs herself out!" you suddenly cried out, "it's just what us commoners do, slog out our lives because we're not rich and cannot afford to rest unless we're dying and bedridden."

Langris raised a brow at your sudden outburst.

"We can never repay you for all your help.." you lowered your head.

"Who said anything about repaying?" he scoffed.

You glanced up at him, your gaze meeting his, who was staring intently at you.

"I'm a magic knight, a vice captain at that, isn't it my duty to serve my citizens? And can't I just buy 100 bowls of noodles to treat everyone in the Golden HQ for their hard work for the past week?" He continued with his white lie so you wouldn't feel bad.

"Also, is it wrong to book down a restaurant?" Langris looked into your e/c eyes, "since you said you owed us a favour so I thought booking your restaurant would be best, isn't it?"

You pursed your lips. This man said nothing wrong. Maybe you really thought too much into it. Maybe a small part of you had a little wishful thought; that maybe the Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn was interested in you.

"Cat got your tongue?" the sharp tongued Langris was back, "now can I get my noodles?"

---

Langris put down a huge pot on the desk with a loud thud. Everyone looked at him with the commotion he made.

"Noodles. Give it out to everyone, including Captain Vangeance. It's for the hard work in the past week." Langris simply said as he disappeared into his office again.

Every one stared at each other and the huge pot sitting on the desk in the middle of the office. Since when was Captain Langris so nice? They thought to themselves as they helped themselves to some noodles.

"Alecdora!" Langris called for the member into his office.

"Yes sir?" Alecdora came in holding a bowl of piping hot noodles.

"Bring some members to y/n restaurant tomorrow early evening. I booked the place. Don't create a mess and clean up after yourselves. Bring a cake and say it's your birthday. The food is on me. Leave the place by 830pm sharp."

"H-huh?" Alecdora was still trying to process what his Vice Captain just told him.

"Just do as I say, get out." he waved the man away as continued his paper work.

---

2 days later, you were well rested and recharged thanks to Alecdora and his team coming in so late in the day and leaving so early.

You and your mom saw Langris waiting for you at the entrance of the magic parliament.

"We have a prosecutor that will help you, while that idiot probably has his own defence lawyer. He'll lose 100%, so you just have to answer truthfully at whatever questions they ask you later on." he explained.

You were the victim and your mom was a witness. So Alecdora helped to bring your mom in to register while Langris brought you to meet your prosecutor.

"Don't be nervous, brat." he tried to console you, "you have 'worry' written all over your forehead."

"Stop teasing me!" you exclaimed, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

He stopped suddenly, standing very close to you all of a sudden. "As long as I'm here, you won't lose. Don't worry. I always keep my promises."

You heart was almost about to stop as you felt thousands of butterflies in your stomach.

"Th-thank you, Vice Captain Langris.." you spoke softly and shyly now. It was Langris' turn to have heat spreading across his face.

"What can I get you after this case is over?" you really wanted to do something for him for all his work, "I'll try to do anything you ask or get anything you want if it's within my means!"

"well then, since you insist..." a smirk crept up Langris' lips, "I want a date then. A day off. I'll bring you out."

He watched as you flustered, thinking about how cute you were.

"if you win the case later on, you'll be compensated handsomely, I believe.." he pretended to stroke his chin, although he had already studied and put in a proposal for the amount to be compensated to you, "you'll then have a good amount of money to hire someone, so you'll be free to go on a date with me, won't you?"

"..."

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to," he tried hide his hurt feelings and turned away, continuing the walk to the prosecutors' office.

"Y-yes I'd really love to Vice Captain Langris!" you quickly said before catching up with him, "if you don't mind being seen on a date with a commoner.."

"Tsk." he rolled his eyes, "have you not heard me clear enough? As long as you're with me, I won't let anyone bully you."

-end-

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Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 20)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Fluff. Language.

The Instagram post worked. Initially. For a month or two. News outlets such as BuzzFeed seemed to be more on your side now. Lots of fans seemed to be too, the number of hateful comments you got had decreased enough that you could easily ignore them. Your life was pretty much back to normal.

The only difference was the press were still a permanent feature in your life. While you were more or less left alone you were more aware of cameras around you. You put up with it though, if you were committed to a future with Chris, you had to be committed to this life.

Chris did look out for you though, he knew this life so he could give you the advice you needed. He helped you create that boundary, you had practically moved into his house at his insistence. Concerned over the security at your house, wanting to keep you safe. Not that you were complaining, after spending that week with him in Boston you struggled to fall asleep without him.

Ever since Scott’s Instagram post, your follower count exploded. You now properly utilised the close friends function, you didn’t need all Chris’ fans seeing everything you posted. You social media presence remained relatively unchanged though. You didn’t post about Chris, apart from the one scare video and a picture of dodger which went down pretty well. You still mostly posted about your research and science.

“Hey how’s your day been?” Chris asks walking and kissing the top of your head.

“Good the research paper is nearly done, should hopefully get published in about a month’s time” you smile looking up at him.

“How was the photo shoot?” You ask.

“Long, but the photographer was nice and there was this Pitbull for some photos which was super sweet” Chris says with a smile.

“Careful you’ll make dodger jealous” you point out nodding over at dodger who was sat looking up at Chris.

“You’re still my favourite bubba, don’t worry” Chris chuckle scratching dodger behind the ear.

“So when this research paper thing is done, what are you doing? Going back to Boston?” Chris asks a small frown on his face.

“I think so yeah, but I don’t know really I haven’t made my mind up yet. UCLA have offered me a contract if I want one, but I love working at Harvard and as much as I’ve loved being in LA I don’t see myself settling here” you explain shrugging your shoulders.

“I know me going back to Boston won’t be easy since you spend a good amount of time here for work” you sigh shaking your head and looking down at your fiddling fingers.

“We’ll make it work, I promise I’m not letting something like 3000 miles get in the way of this” Chris says making you chuckle.

“Yeah it’s not anything big is it” you joke making Chris laugh before bending down to kiss you.

“I’m gonna make dinner, will you be finish with work soon or would you prefer to wait?” Chris asks pointing at your laptop.

“I just have a couple more emails to send then I’m done, I’ll see you in about 20 minutes” you smile pecking his lips again making him smile against your lips.

“Okay don’t work too hard” Chris smiles walking out towards the kitchen.

You finish up your emails quicker than expected since nobody ended up emailing you back straight away for once. As you walked into the kitchen Chris was on the phone as he cooked.

“Yeah I just want to know the viability of it” he says down the phone a small frown on his face. When he sees you walk in he gives you a small smile.

“Yeah, look I’ve got to go but if you could look into it and get back to me that would be great thanks” Chris says before putting the phone down.

“Something important?” You ask as you sit down by the counter.

“Not really, just a scheduling thing nothing to worry about” he says smiling over at you.

You nod your head not pressing further despite your inkling that it was more than he was letting on.

“How busy are you this week?” Chris asks he seasons the food.

“Not very, I can keep myself free, what are you thinking of?” You ask with a knowing smile.

“Nothing in particular but I want to spend as much time as possible before I go on this press tour for two weeks” Chris says shrugging his shoulders with a smile.

“Sounds great, and don’t worry dodger will keep me company while you’re gone” you say patting dodger who had moved to sit beside you.

“Are you sure you’re okay looking after him while I’m away” Chris asks as he starts to serve up.

“Yeah it’ll be great, I’ve okayed it with my boss so dodger can come into work with me, and Scott can have him on the days I can’t take him into work” you say reassuringly making Chris smile.

“He’s gonna be popular with the students” Chris chuckles as he places the plate of food in front of you before sitting down beside you.

“Wouldn’t be surprised, he one of the most famous dogs thanks to your Instagram” you laugh.

“I’ll miss you while I’m away” Chris sighs pushing his food around the plate slightly.

“I’ll miss you too, but you can call me whenever you need it I don’t care what time it is, and if for whatever reason I miss your call I’ll call you back straight away okay” you say taking his hand in yours and squeezing reassuringly.

Chris looks over at you with a smile before leaning over a kissing you sweetly.

“Thank you sweetheart” he smiles before turning his attention back to his dinner.

The two of you ate in relative but comfortable silence. You had to admit you were gonna miss Chris’ cooking when he was away.

“What are you doing Friday night?” Chris asks as he finishes eating.

“Nothing at the moment, what are you thinking?” You ask with a smirk.

“I wanna take you out, like actually out”  Chris smiles turning in his seat placing a hand on your knee.

“What do you mean?” You ask turning to face him.

“Well I haven’t been able to take you out on a traditional date, and things seem to be calmer now so why don’t we go out?” Chris explains with a smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. The idea of actually going out was really appealing to you. Yes all your private dates you had were wonderful and extremely romantic, but you did crave a sense of normality. Something you couldn’t have because first you were keeping your relationship a secret, and second because of the media attention.

“Sounds great, will I need to dress up all fancy?” You ask with a smirk.

“I’d say so, but maybe not too fancy because I might not be able to control myself” Chris says his voice close to a whisper as he leaned in.

“Maybe I’ll do that for that exact reason” you smirk biting your lip slightly.

“God you are trouble” he groans shaking his head slightly leaning in close nudging your nose with his before capturing your lips in his.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You smirk playfully, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away.

Chris smirked before pushing the plates to the side out of the way before grabbing you and lifting you up onto the counter.

You barely had time to react before he was in between your legs, hands on your hips. Kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, you hand weaving its way into his hair to pull him close and keep him there.

His hands grasp your hips tightly pulling you closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist hooking your feet together. Chris’ lips started to wander from your lips as he began to kiss your jaw line and down your neck. You instantly tilt your head back with a moan allowing him more access.

His hands began to travel around your body. One travelling down to your thigh pushing your skirt up squeezing when his hand met you skin. His other travelling up to your breast massaging it through your shirt.

When you feel his fingers brush against your clothed core your hips buck desperate for more friction.

“Eager?” Chris smirks mumbling against your neck.

“Shut up and get on with it, and don’t you dare fucking tease” you tell him grabbing him by the belt buckle to pull him closer.

“Language” he smirks kissing you deeply.

You couldn’t help but laugh, but your laughter was cut off by Chris’ hand sliding underneath your panties making you gasp as his fingers slipped between your folds.

Your head falls to his shoulder as he runs his fingers through your folds teasing your entrance making you whine in his ear. You grasp his belt buckle pulling it loose so you could unbuttoned his jeans.

“How much do you care about these” Chris asks pulling at your panties.

“Couldn’t give a shit right now” you answer quickly as you push his jeans down enough to free him.

You give his member a few quick pumps making him moan, grabbing your panties and ripping them off. He quickly reaches into his back pocket pulling out a foil wrapper.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “someone was optimistic” you point out.

“I don’t see you complaining” Chris smirks as he rolls on the condom.

“Not one bit” you say wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back towards you. Crashing your lips together hungrily.

You weave your fingers through his hair, and he pulls you closer, practically on the edge of the counter. You gasp throwing your head back as you feel him push inside of you.

“Oh god” he moans dropping his forehead to your shoulders breathing deeply.

He gives you a moment to adjust only beginning to move when you start to roll your hips. His hips snap forward to meet your causing you to moan out his name with each thrust.

Chris knew you so well it wasn’t long until you were like putty in his hands. The most you could do was wrap your arms around him. Digging your nails into his shoulder and back desperately holding on.

You could feel the coil inside you tighten and you desperately were trying to hold on so this moment wouldn’t end so soon. Despite the instinctive need to let go.

“Come on babe, let go for me” Chris tells you as his snakes his hand between your bodies. His thumb finding your clit, massaging it gently.

“Chris I-“ you were unable to finish your sentence as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body clenching around Chris making him hiss with pleasure.

You feel his thrusts begin to stutter as he rides through his orgasm, his head dropping to your shoulder placing kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Well I’m definitely gonna miss you when you go away now” you pant when you finally recovered enough to speak.

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back” Chris smirks kissing you.

“Or we can make up for it now?” You suggest with a smirk.

Chris laughs kissing you again before grabbing you and lifting you off the counter and toward the bedroom.

Friday night came around thankfully very quickly. You were stood in front of the mirror putting in some earrings while looking down at your dress. You’d gone for a fairly simple dress. It was an emerald green wrapped body con dress, with nice, elegant half sleeves and a V shaped neckline.

You were just slipping on your heels when Chris stepped out of the bathroom. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with navy crushed velvet trousers. He was fixing his cufflinks as he stepped out.

When he finally looked up he breaks out into a smile as he takes you in.

“Oh wow, you look amazing” Chris smiles walking over and placing a hand on your arm.

“You look good yourself Evans” you smirk reaching up to fix his tie which was slightly crooked.

“I’m gonna have to keep an eye out, stop anyone who wants to try and steal you” he says playfully.

“I’m not going anywhere” you smile reaching up and kissing him. You feel him smile into the kiss chasing your lips as you pulled away.

“We better go soon, otherwise we’ll be late” you tell him as he runs his hands up and down your sides.

“Yes, as much as I want to make us late, we better not” he smirks slipping his hand into yours.

You let him lead you out towards the car, grabbing your purse and his blazer on the way. Like the gentleman he is he opens the car door for you before climbing in behind you. He tells the driver where to go never letting go of you hand.

When the car arrives in town, Chris once again open the door for you. His arm wrapping around your waist as the two of you towards the restaurant. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, wrapping your arm his. You couldn’t resist but poke him in the side as you did so. He flinches slightly but soon laughs pulling you closer and kissing you on top of your head.

Arriving at the restaurant you were quickly ushered in and taken to your table. The restaurant was probably the nicest one you has ever been to in your entire life. It had tall ceilings with beautiful large light fixtures hanging.

“This place is incredible!” You exclaim as you sat down.

“Yeah it’s one of the ones that’s quite hard to get into but I guess being a celebrity pays off in some aspects” Chris smiles with a small shrug of his shoulders as he sat down opposite you making you chuckle.

Chris orders some wine for the both of you, once both glasses were filled he raises his.

“To a proper date” he smiles making you laugh as you join him.

“A proper date” you smile taking a sip of your wine.

As you put your glass down you catch Chris smiling warmly over at you.

“What are you thinking?” You ask with a smirk.

“Just trying to work out how on earth I got so lucky” Chris smiles reaching out to take you hand in his rubbing it with his thumb.

“Luck has nothing to do with, you’d have to be insane to not fall for you, I’m grateful that you chose me” you smile over at him making him chuckle.

“It was a no brainer” he smiles “now you hungry?” He asks looking at the menu.

“Starving! I have no clue what to get though, it all looks amazing” you sigh shaking your head as you look over the extensive menu.

“I’m just as lost as you” Chris chuckles looking over the menu.

You raise a brow at him “you’ve not been here before?” You question.

Chris smiles with a shake of his head “no it was suggested by a friend, you’re the first gal I’ve ever brought here” he tells you.

“Well aren’t I the lucky one” you smirk “getting wined and dined by the one and only America’s ass”

Chris laughs shaking his head at you “you’re trouble you know that” he laughs.

“You quite often remind me, clearly hasn’t sunk in yet” you smirk taking a sip of your drink.

Eventually you and Chris decided on what to order and the food soon arrived at your table.

“Oh wow this is- wow” you say taking a bite of your food.

Chris raises a brow smirking over at you “not as good as your cooking I promise” you reassure him making him chuckle.

“Glad to hear it, yours does look good” Chris chuckles nodding over to your plate.

“It is here try some” you say putting some on your fork and holding it out for him.

He smiles leaning over to eat the forkful smiling and nodding his head in agreement.

“That is delicious, but if you think my cooking is better I think you need to get your tastebuds tested” Chris smirked making you roll your eyes at him.

“Nope I know what I’m talking about, scientist and all that” you say shaking your head.

“Oh really? Get bored of the animals and swapped to studying what food is nicer?” Chris teases making you stick your tongue out at him.

“Just shut up and take the compliment” you laugh making him chuckle.

When you finish eating your mains the waiter offers the two of you the dessert menu. Looking over it you knew you wanted something sweet, but nothing was really taking your fancy.

“I have to say, I should take advantage of having a posh dessert, but I do fancy just a simple Mr whippy” you say making Chris laugh.

“That does sound nice, we’re not too far from the pier, wanna wander over and get an ice cream?” Chris suggest putting his menu down.

“I’d love that” you smile, Chris flags down the waiter to ask for the bill.

Soon enough the two of you were walking along the pier ice creams in hand. Chris held you hand swinging his arm slightly as you walked.

You stopped walking leaning up against the railing as the both of you just enjoyed your ice creams.

“Enjoying your dessert?” Chris asks wrapping an arm around you.

“Yep” you say popping the p, raising your ice cream to smush a bit on his nose.

Chris laughs throwing his head back as his wipes the white dot off his nose. You chuckles watching as him scrunch his nose at the cool sensation.

The two of you look out over the ocean as you continue to eat your ice creams. There were no clouds in the sky, meaning you could see the full moon in all its glory. You could see the moonlight bouncing over the waves on the ocean. It made it look like someone has dropped glitter all over the ocean. It actually reminded you off the time you a Chris would go to the lake back in Boston.

“Remember when we went to that lake that one time and ended up falling asleep by the dock?” You ask looking up and over at Chris.

Chris chuckles nodding his head “yeah my ma gave me an earful for getting back home so late” he laughs “what made you think of that?” He asks

“The moonlight on the waves, just reminded me of it” you smile shrugging your shoulders wrapping your arms around yourself.

You feel Chris wrap his jacket around you, moving to stand behind you wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah, we should go back to the lake soon, especially now we don’t have to worry about curfew” Chris says making you laugh.

“I’d love that” you smile turning in his arms to face him.

Chris smiles looking down at you, brushing hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. His thumb runs softly over your cheek before he leans down to press his lips to yours.

It was only a short kiss, but it was insanely sweet kiss that had you melting like butter.

“Do you really have to go away for a week?” You ask making Chris chuckle as he rest forehead against yours.

“Unfortunately so, but I’ll be back as soon as possible” Chris sighs kissing your forehead.

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[nim-lock]

#bobadincoloringpage...event?

me: lol what if interested people drew. some lines. and sent it to me so I can shove a bunch of art into one zip file and toss it up for $0 on gumroad for other people to color. 

you know what. Submission deadline December 19, 2021. Form for submissions here. 

File format:

suggested 8 x 10″, 300 dpi (2400 x 3000 pixels)  actual file size can vary!

PNG file type * if you can’t make your work a PNG, that’s fine, we’re all doing this for zero dollars, just send in whatever

Content specs:

Black and white lineart. Preferably transparent background 

safe for work! 

Contains Boba and/or Din 

Label the file name as your credit name [example: nim-lock.png]

Optional: write your credits in the artwork itself

Submission limit: 2 pieces per person [Ex: nim-lock1.png & nim-lock2.png if you have more than one piece]

By submitting, you consent to give me the right to upload your work to be hosted on my gumroad for $0+ dollars. You will not receive any compensation; I will not receive any compensation. Any donations made from this will go to my yearly charities of choice (which tend to be indigenous rights / mutual aids / environmental charities).

Your work may be re-posted, with credit to you for the lines, by people who color it. If you do not consent to this possibility, title your piece [yourname_DONOTREPOST].

By downloading + coloring someone else’s work, you agree to use this only for personal use; you are not allowed to distribute or profit off of it in any way. You are not allowed to edit out their credit on the artwork. If their image file does NOT contain a ‘_donotrepost’, you may post your colored lines with credit to the artist clearly marked (Example: “I colored in the lines by [name]!”). 

The tag for things associated with this event shall be #bobadincoloringpage  There is no deadline/time limit for coloring. If folks are interested in making linework after the submission period is over, they are welcome to slide it into the tumblr tag! This is less about "nim made an event” and more of a “what if we doodled some coloring page art and vibed”. 

Remember; submission deadline DEC 19. The collection will be posted onto my gumroad on Dec 26th, and artists are welcome to share their linework starting Dec 27th! Cheers :-)

Random FAQs that nobody’s asked but I figure I might as well answer 

YOU. You fucking got this. You matter, your work matters, and it shall be a chill fucking time. Do not at ALL feel obligated to join though--life happens!--this is as low-effort as I could get it. Fandom is an opt-in experience. Yee ha. 

the Boba “and/or” Din is there so you can draw solo pieces if you want. Other characters in the image are cool too. 

It’s hosted on gumroad because google drive links break with some regularity (source: my experience with projects that involved a PDF component)! The $0+ is because gumroad doesn’t let you do a flat $0. I doubt anyone will slide it money but if they do ??? It’ll go support indigenous people or something. 

if you’re vibing with a different file size feel free to do that!!! 

remember we’re doing this for zero dollars so truly, do not sweat it. Let’s have A Time 8) 

[wishuhadstayed]

It Takes a Village

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: about 3000

Summary: when the Hotchner fam is in need, it’s a good thing to have many helping hands. Part 9 to Begin Again.

Warnings: mentions of blood and pregnancy complications

Author’s Note: I really am sorry for that cliffhanger y’all. 😬 I’m just glad you still love me after being gone for like, a literal year. Shoutout to @agent-laufeyson you’re the best 💜 (PS, please ignore Haley in the below gif, also please picture Hotch in the hospital in casual clothes.) 😌

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

For a moment, Aaron’s whole world stopped turning. A cold, familiar sense of dread settled into his chest at the words, “You all may want to sit down for this.”

“Not again,” he thought. “I can’t do this again, we can’t do this again.”

“God please,” he begged internally, slumping into a chair, “if you’re listening, please don’t take her. We need her.”

Suddenly, the voice of a surgeon cut through the silent room like a knife.

“Sir, your wife lost a significant amount of blood. We had no choice but to perform an emergency c-section. Although your daughter is slightly pre-term, she seems to be in good health. However, we would like to keep her a while for monitoring.”

“And my wife?” He inquires, voice trembling with fear.

“It was touch and go there for a while, but we were able to locate the source of bleeding and get it under control. Your wife is out of surgery. She’s stable, but she is very weak and currently asleep. She will also be hospitalized for recovery. At least a week most likely, maybe longer.”

“Mama’s gonna be okay?” Jack pipes up.

“Yes, she is buddy,” Aaron replies, ruffling his hair. “Thanks to that doctor.”

“Thanks for making my mama feel better.”

“You’re most welcome,” the surgeon replied. “You and your dad can go visit her now. The rest of you will have to wait. She needs her rest. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you doctor,” Aaron says, shaking his hand with a sigh of relief.

“You go Aaron,” Rossi encourages, clapping him on the shoulders before he even had a chance to turn around. “Go see your wife and baby. We’ll wait.”

——————————————————————————

Entering your hospital room, Aaron thought your sleeping face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sitting on the side of your hospital bed, he grabbed hand as you stirred awake.

“Hello Angel,” he murmurs as you take everything in. “You gave us quite a scare,” he mentions, softly caressing your face.

“The baby,” you whisper, touching his hand.

“Ssssshhhh,” he soothes. “The baby is fine. She’s in the nursery. You just rest okay?”

Instant relief washes over your face. “Jack?”

“I’m right here mama!” he exclaims, scrambling into Aaron’s lap.

“I want to see the baby,” you tell Aaron.

“I know darling, but you really need your rest.”

“I NEED to see her, Aaron.” You plead.

Taking the hint, he begins to rise. “Jack why don’t you stay with mama, while I go talk to the nurse, okay?”

“Okay Daddy,” he agrees, climbing in the bed next to you.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better mama,” Jack says, looking up at you with the sweetest face.

“Me too, baby,” you reply. “Are you ready to meet your sister?”

“Yeah!” he exclaims with a look of excitement. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course you can buddy, as long as you’re careful,” Aaron replies as he re-enters the room. “The nurses are bringing her down.”

A few minutes later a nurse arrives holding a tiny pink blanket. “Who wants to hold her first?” She inquires.

“You should hold her first, Aaron,” you suggest.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he insists. “You’ve been the strongest, bravest mom I know already. You should hold her first.”

As the nurse places the tiny, squirming bundle with her father’s dark hair in your arms, all the stress and chaos of the day seems to just melt away.

As you free a tiny hand from the swaddle so she can grasp your finger, her eyes flutter open.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” you wonder aloud.

“Absolutely lovely,” Aaron muses, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Just like her mother.”

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Meanwhile, cooped up in the waiting area, the BAU team began to grow restless.

“Maybe we should get out of the hospital and go shopping while we wait,” Garcia suggests. “I think Y/N deserves all the gifts and pretty things today.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” JJ questions.

“TARGET RUN!” all three women exclaim in unison.

They all wandered the aisles like kids in a candy store.

“I’m getting her balloons,” Penelope says. “Like so many pink balloons. Nobody can feel bad with that many balloons.”

“Flowers,” Rossi chimes in. “We should get her plenty of flowers to make the room cheerful.”

“We’ll have to get those from hospital gift shop,” JJ comments.

“I’d want chocolate,” Emily suggests. “Chocolate helps everything.”

“Look,” Morgan says, showing a pink stuffed bunny to Garcia. “It’s cute right? For the baby?”

“It’s perfect, Derek,” she assures, grabbing his hand. “Very cute.”

“Oh, a memory book,” Reid mentions. “So they can write down details every day.”

“Leave it to the genius to pick out a book,” Morgan jokes with a playful shove.

“Settle down, boys.” JJ cuts in. “As much as I’m sure she’ll appreciate the pretty gifts, she did just have a baby,” she reminds the group. “She needs some practical things too, trust me.” As she picks out a blanket and a pacifier, Henry begins to grow restless. As she picked up a snack for him, another idea crossed her mind.

“We should get something for Jack, too,” she thought aloud. “LEGOs. He loves LEGOs. And some gummy bears.”

A sudden ringing startles everyone.

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” Garcia commands as she puts the phone on speaker. “It’s Y/N! Quiet!”

“Hello my angel dear,” she lilts, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m very tired, but otherwise happy and healthy,” you report. “Is everyone with you?”

“We’re all here,” JJ chimes in.

“Hi everyone!” You reply. “In that case, I have news. The nurses have said that we’re allowed to have visitors first thing in the morning, if you’d like to see our newest addition.”

“Oh, wild horses could not keep us away, ma’am.” Penelope assures. “We’ll see you all bright and early.”

“Not too early, Penny,” you remind her. “You gotta give me a chance to wake up first.”

“Right, sooooo 10am then?”

“It’s a date.”

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That evening, you soaked up as much family time as possible before the wave of visitors began. Aaron was a natural, as you’d known he would be from seeing him with Jack.

Watching him with the baby was quickly becoming your favorite pastime. The look of sheer enchantment on his face as he held her close and rocked her made you fall a little more in love with him every moment.

“Daddy loves you so much,” he coos to the tiny bundle in his arms.

“What?” he questions as he catches you watching.

“Oh nothing,” you reply, ruffling Jack’s hair as he slept by your side. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

“I think it’s me who got lucky. I thought I’d never love again. I was so closed off. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life as a single dad, doing everything on my own. Now,” he chokes out, “now I’d fall apart without you.”

“Good thing you’ve got two of us now to keep you boys in line then,” you return with a wicked grin. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger already.”

——————————————————————————

When you awoke the next morning, you were greeted by the most beautiful sight. Aaron still asleep in the recliner next your bed, his arm cradling the sleeping baby on his chest. While you hated to disturb the peaceful scene, you knew the team would be arriving as soon as the clock struck 10.

“Aaron,” you whisper. “Aaron, wake up,” slightly louder this time. He stirs awake, moving slowly so as not to wake the sleeping child.

“What is it babe?”

“The team will be here soon,” you inform him.

“Ah. I should go get ready,” he replies.

“Mama, can I hold her while dad gets ready?” Jack asks, startling the both of you.

“Oh buddy, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you say to him. “Of course you can hold her if you want.”

Jack scrambled into your lap as Aaron rounded the bed.

“Just be really careful with her bud,” Aaron reminds him as he settles the baby on his lap.

“I will dad,” he replies.

As Aaron walked away, the baby’s eyes fluttered open and she let out a small cry.

“Here, why don’t you give her a pacifier?” you suggest.

“Sssshhhh, don’t cry,” he says, giving her the pacifier, and then softly stroking her head.

“What do you think about your baby sister, Jack?”

“She’s pretty, Mama, just like you.”

“Thank you baby,” you reply. “That’s very sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.”

“And I love you all,” Aaron adds.

——————————————————————————

A short while later, a knock at the door alerts you that your visitors have arrived.

“You ready for this?” Aaron asks as he walks to the door.

“I’ve never been more ready. I just know they’re gonna be so in love with her.”

Aaron opens the door and the team flows in with their myriad of gifts.

Penelope hands off her bouquet of balloons to Derek and rushes over to hug you.

“Oh Y/N,” she gushes, cupping your face. “You look beautiful. It’s so good to see you, we were all worried sick.”

“Thank you Penny,” you reply, eyeing the room. “I’m assuming the shopping spree was your idea.”

“Oh shush woman,” she scolds. “You deserve it. We wanted your room to cozy and pretty because we heard you’re going to be here for a while. Sue us.”

“Thank you all for the gifts, you really didn’t have to do any of that,” you reply, tearing up as you address the whole room. “Just being there for us when we needed you the most was all we could ask for and you’ve gone above and beyond.”

“This is the least we could do, really,” JJ assures, softly rubbing your hand.

“Oh fine, be modest if you insist,” you reply with an eye roll. “I’d open all the gifts now, but I imagine you’re all much more interested in our slightly earlier than anticipated arrival.”

Seemingly for the first time since they came in, everyone notices Aaron’s presence and the little pink bundle in his arms.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you continue, “the announcement you’ve all been waiting for. Introducing Miss Savannah Rose.”

“What a lovely name,” Emily chimes in.

“Thank you,” Aaron cuts in. “We would have told you all sooner but we actually just decided on it while we were here,” he says beaming down at his perfectly content infant daughter. “You can all hold her if you like.”

“I’m sure we’d all love to,” JJ replies, “but i think we should leave that you for now. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to spoil her rotten just as soon as she gets home.”

“Right! We just wanted to check on everyone and make sure you have everything you need,” Garcia adds.

“Well thanks to you guys, I think our hospital room is pretty well stocked. I just wish I could say the same for the nursery,” you say with a shrug.

“What’s wrong with the nursery?” Rossi inquires.

“I’m afraid that’s my fault,” Aaron admits. “Between me traveling so much for work and Y/N being pregnant and taking care of Jack, it got pushed to the wayside. I thought we had a bit more time.”

“Aaron, how many times do I have to tell you it’s not your fault?” you soothe, reaching for his hand. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“I know, I just wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

“It already is dear,” you assure him with a smile. “Why don’t you go get some coffee, you look exhausted.”

“Good idea babe,” he says, settling the baby into your arms.

“I could use a cup myself,” Morgan adds.

——————————————————————————

“Derek, I need your help,” Aaron pleads, once out of earshot of the room.

“Of course man, anything you need.”

“We’re going to be in the hospital for about a week while Y/N recovers and I’m desperate to have a nice nursery for her when we get home, but I obviously can’t leave her alone. I know it’s a lot to ask, but is there anything you could do to help?”

“Sure thing man, don’t worry about it. That’s the best gift I could hope to give you.”

“You’re the best,” Aaron replies, slapping him on the shoulder. “Just don’t let Y/N find out, okay? I want it to be a surprise.”

“My lips are sealed,” Derek promises.

——————————————————————————

That afternoon Derek had the whole team assembled in the nursery to get started.

“Alright everyone,” he begins, “We’ve got one week to make this the best surprise gift possible. Let’s make it happen.”

“What color should we paint it?” Penelope inquires.

“Got that covered already,” Derek replies while opening a paint can. “Purple. Hotch said it’s Y/N’s favorite color.”

“Oh Derek, it’s perfect!” she squealed, squeezing him tight. “She’s gonna adore it.”

“While the two of us are painting,” Penny addresses the group, “why don’t the rest of you do some some shopping?”

“Great idea, baby girl.” Morgan chimes in. “I think they’ve got the basics from the baby shower and I saw a crib and changing table in the garage, but I’m sure you guys can find things they’re missing.”

“Oh I think we’ve got this,” JJ states confidently. “Let’s get this show on the road,” she commands, herding Emily, Rossi, and Reid out the door.

When the group arrived back at the Hotchner house several hours later, the nursery walls were covered in a soft shade of lavender; as were Morgan and Garcia.

“I don’t know how you two managed to get any paint on the walls,” JJ said with a grin.

“Smile for the camera, you two,” Emily cuts in, snapping a picture on her phone as the couple hug and smile in their paint splattered clothes.

——————————————————————————

The next day conversation flowed as team was busily assembling furniture. Rossi, Reid, and Morgan worked on the crib while Penny, Emily, and JJ tackled the changing table.

“Let me know if you ladies need any help,” Morgan mentions casually.

“Oh right,” Emily grumbles, “because OBVIOUSLY the women need a big, strong man’s help, right?”

“I didn’t say that,” Derek counters. “I was just offering.”

“Oh not only will we get ours done without your help, we’ll get it done faster,” Emily challenges.

“Oh yeah?”

“YEAH!” all three women reply in unison.

“You’re on,” Morgan accepts.

“Oh you’re so going down,” Penny taunts, throwing pieces of plastic wrapping at Derek.

“Losers buy sushi for lunch?” Rossi suggests.

“Oh that could be pretty expensive for you Dave,” JJ comments. “You sure you’re up for that?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Rossi says, rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Two hours later, as JJ and Emily were finishing up the crib, the men came dragging in, arms full of takeout bags.

“Say cheese!” Penelope squeals as she takes their picture. “For the bragging rights.”

——————————————————————————

The next days were spent putting the finishing touches on the room.

A purple gradient butterfly mobile above the crib from JJ.

A bookshelf with a fully stocked library, specially selected by Reid. Emily places her floral covered photo album on top.

Lavender curtains with a shimmery overlay, Penelope’s contribution.

Derek’s stuffed bunny, carefully laid in a white gliding chair with purple cushions, which was generously paid for by Dave.

Derek lays a soft shag rug over the hardwood floor and drapes a plush floral blanket over the edge of the crib.

“I think that about does it, guys,” he says with a look of pride.

“You know, I bought them that photo album,” Emily comments, “it would be a shame if we didn’t put a few in there as a gift.”

“Yeah, but how do we get a picture of the whole group?” JJ wonders out loud.

“We could set a timer,” Penelope suggests.

“Yeah, but who sets the timer?” Reid asks, as he turns to see the whole group looking at him.

“Seriously guys?”

Between the camera falling over, closed eyes, and Spence not making it back before the timer, it took a few tries before there was a good group shot.

“And now a funny one,” Penny insists.

Once the photos, including the bloopers, have been printed and arranged in the album, JJ makes sure to write descriptions for each in the margins before setting it back on the shelf.

“Good job team,” Derek announces. “Our work here is done.”

——————————————————————————

After all the chaos surrounding the birth and a full week in the hospital, nothing felt better than standing at the door of your house with the love of your life and your two beautiful children.

“You ready to finally get some rest, baby?” Aaron asks as he ushers you inside the house, one solid arm arm around the small of your back and Savannah in her carrier on the other.

“Yeah,” you sigh, dropping your purse on the coffee table and slipping off your shoes. “I just wish we didn’t still have to worry about the nursery,” you groan, plopping down onto the sofa.

“About that,” Aaron says with a mischievous grin, offering you his free hand.

“What are you up to, Aaron Hotchner?” You muse as he leads you down the hallway.

“Just trust me,” he assures, coming to a halt in front of the nursery door. “Close your eyes,” he requests.

“What is going on here?” you inquire again.

“Just close your eyes please, darling,” he asks. “For me.”

“Alright, alright,” you comply, “this better be good.”

“Don’t open them until I say so, okay?”

“Yes sir.”

With eyes closed and Jack close by your side, you hear the door open and the rustling of paper inside the room.

“Alright,” he whispers, sliding his arm around your shoulders. “Open your eyes.”

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[poetdreamerfool]

2022 Freestyle Series #27

swish 3000

I know what the cuff on the wrist do; the scar tissue wasn't the issue-- how do you miss shit when don't nobody miss you?

I mean they only miss you when they try to hit you and they try and hit you when they should be trying to lift you they're scared you might lift yourself resist and cops lifting that thing off their belt now your hands up like you need some shit off the shelf the poorer you are the less you do for your health

that's how they want it

and they don't hide that shit man they flaunt it having you chasing ghosts like Pacman haunted step right up take two of these and pep right up trust the system get set right up up, up and away S on my chest blessed on my tombstone when you parent's don't give a shit its just like a group home they giving him wings and they givin me chewed bones but still I fly

I can't break that promise to that child that I grew up from what's up son? the answer is always the sky you ain't gotta ask me want you see that shit in my eyes like the first letter in a sentence I capitalize on all of these guys they just be everything about me got an ing at the end of ot walking out the booth like its the end of my shift get a cup of water take a sip then walk right back in with my hands in a fist

I had to learn by blood and osmosis they tell you don't look a gift horse in the mouth its cause the halitosis someone tell Mr. Ed more manure; from dirt and shit comes roses-- from burning bush comes word divinely composed; stoned like a tablet half the words that're written are tragic but there's a whole lot of rock left

ur mans talking crazy he ain't left the box yet he'd rather burn a bridge than cross it with these raps my mouth is like a faucet I guess your ears are the sink a hang loose emoji to the plug is all I need for a link loud have me so in the moment I don't need to blink for cash I just skate I don't need a rink tatted over scars got a whole lotta ink when I'm in the zone I don't even think I just do I'd rather work til swish than just wish

I'd rather work til swish than just wish I aint worry about how many times that I missed cause each and every one of those bricks built the foundation of my shit my spoon aint silver and my tower ain't ivory I got hard work front back and both sides of me and though I burn trees like their calories my pockets fat just off salary