#the rest of the days we just cook for ourselves and eat whenever

[itsbeginningtostart]

9am timeslot let's go. :~) At the halfway dinner I proposed the idea of getting myself a mobile phone assuring them I would just pay more because I'm one of the top earners here. The host shot it down immediately. Apparently the rule specifically stated that mobile phones were just not allowed in general which is??? Like it's 2024? Anyway, 5G or whatever. I skimmed the rule the first time because there are 17 pages stapled together, front and back except for the last one. But they brought me aside later to tell me that if I make it to one month here, I can buy myself a laptop if I want. So I'm gonna do that lol.

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Could you do reinhardt x fem reader relationship head cannons please

omg I love grandpa Reinhardt. He's a gilf fr and I want him LMAOOO.

Reinhardt x fem!reader

-warnings: sfw then nsfw, older man x younger woman, fluff and smut :)

SFW:

-Since Rein is an older guy, he would def have an old school take on getting into a relationship

-Leaving flowers left in at your door, eating together during lunch, writing you little notes to get you through your day, kisses on your knuckles, and dancing in the moonlight/rain (whichever comes first)

-Since my man is 7'4, he's definitely going to be taller and bigger than you. He will always be gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll. Hell, even if you were somehow stronger than him, he will still act like you're made of glass.

-Though he is a sweetheart, due to his past I feel he can have moments of grieving. As much as you want to help and try to feel better, sometimes the burden is too much to bear and can push you away.

-Give him time, assuming you're younger than him (gilf is 61), there some things that take longer to heal/ deal with. He doesn't expect you to fully understand, but listening helps so much. Tell him he can rest his lap in your lap and talk it out! He will try his best to explain his crusader past to you.

-More on him being a sweetheart, it's almost sickening how much he cares about you. Opens the doors for you, gets upset if you open them yourself. He will push you back out the door to open them for you himself.

-Even though his shoulder kills him, he will still pick you up and carry you around. On the battlefield, if you happen to be hurt, he will carry you to the nearest medic...but he will still refuse to let you go. Even his has to hold you while swinging his hammer, he will do it.

-He loves to sleep with you on top of him. It's just relaxing for him, like sleeping with a weighted blanket. He'll hold you close to his chest and sleep like a baby.

-He does fear he'll roll over and crush you...but that hasn't happened yet.

-You will have to show him how to work a cell phone. It's an excuse to have you close. But he genuinely needs your help

-If you're a healer, he'll only go to you. For literally anything. Any physical therapy? He'll only ask for you. Sick? he'll visit you every day to get a checkup.

-adding onto that, he knows that being a medic can be stressful. He'll do anything and try to make you relax. Massages, movie nights, and even try and cook for you. He'll place you in his lap and try to relieve you of stress from work.

-If you two ever have to go on separate missions, Rein will be contacting you every day. He'll send emails and call you whenever you're both free to talk. Rein will and can talk for hours so you may not get sleep that night.

-Once you two meet up again from your mission, he'll give you the biggest bone crushing bear hug. He gets so excited to see you that he can't contain himself.

-he hasn't felt this kind of love in years, so he may be clingy in the beginning. At times it can be suffocating. But You two can talk it out and create boundaries,

-The two of you sit together outside of the Watchpoint: Gibraltar, gazing up at the stars. He wanted to have a moment of peace for you two. It was fresh into your relationship with Rein and it was the honeymoon phase. He held your hand as you two talked about anything and everything.

-"Mein engel...I'm happy we were able to find time for ourselves..." Rein said, leaning down to place a kiss on your head. You smiled, feeling a sense of joy, "Me too... I know this is not the most romantic place but...anywhere with you in amazing.." You told him, smiling up at him

-He laughed, "You know such a way with words.." Rein said, his hand now caressing your face. He then pulled you into his lap, holding you close. The two of you sat with each other in a comfortable silence.

NSFW:

-It's pretty obvious. Size difference.

-He loves holding onto your small body as he thrusts into you. It's a huge turn on to watch you underneath him.

-Because my man is huge...There is going to be a small belly bulge. He's a sucker for it. He knows he's huge (not just height) and he's so proud you can take him

-He loves to top, a soft dom. he never gets too rough from the fear of hurting you, but a couple ass smacks never hurt anybody

-Rein doesn't know how he feels about toys. He's old fashioned and thinks he should give you pleasure. I think one you show him a vibrator and it can help during sex, he'll come around

-Sometimes he'll use a vibrator on you. He'll sit you in his lap and press it against your sensitive. And my man is strong, so you won't be getting out of his grip any time soon. Also use one on him, he'll go crazy

-FULL NELSON! FULL NELSON! IDC IDC IDC.

-he'll show his strength by folding your legs back behind your head, his hands holding the backs of your knees and thrust into you.

-Since he is older, sometimes he can get achy bones. Just ride him and make him feel better <3 He also loves seeing you ride him. He'll run his hands up your chest and hold your breast as you bounce on him <3

-Loves getting blowjobs from you. He loves standing up and looking down at you. He'll rest a hand on your head and praise you.

-He is big down there so taking his dick will take some practice. Just take your time, Rein is a very patient man with you...and he knows his size is big so he'll help you practice deepthroating <3

-He can get insecure about his age. You're so much younger and he feels you deserve better. Worship his body, praise him, and tell him how much you love him

-Standing sex <3 that's all I have to say

-He loves to eat pussy. Idc he loves to give you pleasure. He will feel bad about his beard rubbing against your thighs and giving you a brush burn :(

-He loves when you show him new things and learning with you is a huge turn on. He always tells you that you can teach an old dog new tricks <3

[rivsaeya]

I bet Santa hates time

When I was 6, I pretty much knew who Santa Claus was. He's a fat old man with a big and snowy beard. He wears a rather comfy red and white top and matching trousers, and of course, his big black boots and wide buckled belt. He visited my home once a year with his six helpful elves to put several toys for me and my brothers under the big Christmas tree. Sad thing about it is that Santa is too shy and would only place gifts when me and my brothers were behaving correctly, and only when we were asleep.

Whenever it is the night of the 24th of December, my brothers and I would quickly head to bed as early as 7 in the evening to sleep and wake up with gifts under the dark, slightly shone Christmas tree by the small Christmas lights in between our windows. The next thing I know, my eyes were very much awake and my head couldn't be put to rest, so I would run to my mom and ask to be gently rubbed on my back to help me sleep. My mom's technique somehow worked because I'd randomly wake up in my bed on the morning of December 25th, unbeknownst to how I got there when hours earlier, I was just in my mom's embrace. I would quickly disregard of the thought and head straight to the Christmas tree, and with my pupils dilated, my hands shaking, and my heart thumping loud and fast, there it was was in my sight, the gifts Santa Claus had given for me and my brothers. As quickly as how a cheetah might run, I then took my 3 big-bagged gifts, carefully opened it, and there they were, my cool Mclaren hot wheels and big remote-controlled excavators. My cheeks would quickly become rounded and my eyes would temporarily disappear as a smile had been carved across my face and my teeth were highly visible. This sight would be seen by both of my parents and they would smile back at me and I would then run to them, with my arms dangling side to side, and I'd run myself over my mother's lap and I would then demand to be carried by my father. All of the time, they would ask me, "Do you like your gifts, Ping?", and before a thought had even appeared in my mind, I would automatically answer, "Yes, I love these so much, I love you and thank you so much, Mimi and Papa".

Shortly after those events, my relatives and cousins arrived at our doorstep hour after hour, and me, my brothers, and my cousins would gather in a room to play mutiplayer games. While these were happening, we would laugh ourselves out, with the karaoke echoing through the house halls, my father laughing loudly with my grandpas and uncles, my mother checking up on my grandmas and my aunts, and before I forget, there would be a pleasant flavourful aroma that could be sniffed across the whole corners of the house, with the scratching cooking pans and sizzling noises. When dusk falls, my cousins and I would form "bedforts" to sleep together and wake up when it would be the time to eat. It is indeed just as planned, we woke up, there were lots of viands and drinks placed on our food table, and my parents and relatives could be seen in the living room, singing together and laughing together. My cousins and I would ironically call them angrily because we're getting hungry when they were literally the one who just woke us up. The whole family gathers across the food table and we'd pray together, after praying, the phrase "Merry Christmas" could be heard almost everywhere in the house, and a warm sensation could be felt across the house and my cousins and I would eat in a single spot, often times we'd crowd ourselves so much because we didn't want to be separated. After eating, we would head to our bedrooms and play until we would be sleepy, but that would be a long hour to go because we'd want to make the most out of every Christmas together. In the following days, specifically on December 30, we would celebrate my birthday and it would be the best birthday I'd ever have because the family was complete, my parents, my brothers, my cousins, my grandparents, and my aunts and uncles were all there. It would be my best Christmas season and birthday ever, where up until now, I'd get teary trying to recall those memories I longed to experience again. The day after celebrating my birthday, the house would then become spacious and I would heavily cry because all my grandparents, cousins, and relatives would have gone home to their places to celebrate New Year. I'd go as far as to say that it could be one of the worst feelings I've felt because in the following days, I would feel so empty and sad because everything is over. However, the feeling of grief and emptiness is a good indicator that I've spent my Christmas and birthday well and it's a memory worth holding on to. It's the perfect Christmas essence for me.

Several years have passed and everything changed. I don't believe in Santa anymore, my brothers and I doesn't sleep together on the 24th of December to wake up on the morning of December 25th anymore, I could easily sleep on the night of December 24th and I wouldn't feel the need to run to my mom to help me sleep anymore. I mean, my grandparents, cousins, and relatives would come to our home, but we don't celebrate Christmas the way we used to anymore. My cousins would be stuck on their smartphones, and I would find myself struggling to speak to them because I would feel shy and there's something that's constraining me to speak to them. After some time, I'd figure a way to talk to them but it would only be for a short time, and we'd get stuck on our smartphones again and we'd let a day pass by without a meaningful interaction. As usual, they would go back to their places after my birthday and their departure doesn't leave an effect to me the way it used to. I don't feel the grief and emptiness anymore, it's more like a normal day that has casually passed. I would ask myself, was that really Christmas? But I would suddenly remember that all of my past Christmas weren't really the complete essence of Christmas. Christmas is about celebrating the birth of our saviour, Jesus Christ, who saved us from our sins and brought peace to the world we know today. Christmas is about celebrating Christ's birth along with our loved ones, and even when it didn't feel the same way as it used to, what's important is we get to celebrate it with our loved ones still with us, and with us, celebrating and thanking our Lord and Jesus Christ for the goodness they brought for us.

Even with all this, I would still find myself asking myself the same question over and over again. "Why did my Christmas change?", I think that the answer to this is perhaps, it's not really Christmas that changed, it's because time really does fly. When we were still young and innocent, our minds were focused on staying happy and finding excitement in everything we do, but as growing individuals, our viewpoints and priorities would change, which in turn, changes parts of us. I don't believe in Santa anymore because I grew up. My brothers and I do not sleep together anymore because we grew up. I wouldn't run to my mom to sleep anymore because I grew up. I wouldn't find cool McLaren hot wheels and remote-controlled excavators in my gifts anymore because I grew up. My cousins and I do not sleep and play together anymore because we grew up. In this sense, I blame it all on time. Time changed the Christmas I usually experienced. Christmas didn't feel the way it was supposed to feel when I was younger. Time is honestly so confusing for me. One day, nothing seems to change, and suddenly, everything is different. Realizing that I'm powerless to turn back time, it's my worst truth to accept that everything only lasts for a moment, and while they do last for a lifetime, but only in our minds, and that includes the Christmas I've felt when I was a kid. Are we that powerless wherein we are bound to live in nostalgia every single day because of a passed moment that we really wanted to experience twice? I like to think that maybe, time is just a cruel being where it makes us live a beautiful moment, and it tortures us by making us long for it for the rest of our lives.

When I was writing this, memories came in waves, and I was drowning.

[angelic-omega]

TW: Discussion of Gaslighting and Abuse!! Discussions of extreme Christian values!!

I won’t stand for Aziraphale hate…

Let the record show that I am Trans, Queer, and currently living in an abusive household. Others have it worse than me and I am by no means making this post to gather pity. I am making this post to make a point! I grew up in a small southern town in West Virginia, I’ve lived here my entire life. I’ve known nothing outside of this state and this town until I was 18 and flew to Florida. I grew up in a Christian house with Christian values such as all women are taught to cook, sew, and housekeep. I grew up praying before bed, before each meal, and at every weekly mass. As I got older my church grew into a mega church with atms in the lobby. The type of place Jesus would flip tables at the type of place where my family spent copious amounts of money to move higher up in the church. For more money you got extra sermons, tickets to concerts, free services, and wild things like free paid cruises! My parents eventually got away from the pyramid scheme of that church but the rest of my family still are members!

Just because they left doesn’t mean they don’t still hold on to very black and white values of right and wrong. My father is more conservative than my mother and thinks that it goes against gods will for me to be trans. He’s bipolar and unmedicated as well as extremely controlling. He doesn’t let me speak in conversations and he barely lets my mother speak either. He is the “head of the house” and makes a point of speaking on our behalf even when we are spoken to directly by others. I’m 22 years old and both my parents have fought me when it comes to getting my license, to the point I gave up trying after I turned 19.

Daily I am ridiculed for my every decision by my father and even by my mother at times. For example, if I wake up early and take a short nap in the day my father will mock me for being lazy. (He also takes a nap every day but that’s besides the point) I am also told I am lazy and ungrateful if I wake up later in the day. My mother and I do not leave the house without permission from him. He tracks our phones and gets upset when we leave when he is not there with us. For some time he did not even allow my mother to have a car to actually drive places while he was at work. Therefor he controls all of the grocery shopping despite doing none of the cooking in the house. So with next to nothing to eat in the home at times I will suggest getting fast food, thinking since he does enjoy certain restaurants he will agree. Sometimes he agrees but more often than not he makes himself a meal out of what little food we have left.

I’ve gone many nights with only scraps for dinner because he refuses to go grocery shopping and refuses to order fast food. Our television is connected to his phone and made so only he can control it. Of course he will allow us to watch a movie or tv show but we are unable to physically put it on ourselves. He works to pay the bills (even thought my mom is the one who fills the paperwork out), he takes out the trash, and does the dishes. Meanwhile my mother and I take over all the other necessary tasks to keep the house afloat. Yes, I admit a lot of the strain on our household comes from the ten cats we own. Those cats are something I take full responsibility for as I am the one who has a big heart for strays. Both parents make me feel guilty for owning the cats and often make it seem like the cost of cat food and litter is what is contributing to our financial problems.

I cannot state enough how everything I say and do is an argument. Whenever I had friends and would want to hang out with them it was wrong of me to have chosen who I did. They were bad influences, they were manipulative, they were going to taint me. See my entire life I was a “good girl” and everyone fought hard to keep me in that box. I didn’t curse until 2020, I didn’t drink until last year, I’ve never been drunk, I can’t drive (legally), I didn’t get my ears pierced until I was 18, and to this day my entire family believes I am a virgin. Not only that but my entire family continues to praise me for being so “pure” while also reprimanding me for being a bad child. I am so good and well behaved but also need to not be so entitled for asking for help. I can tell them anything but if it’s something they don’t agree with they won’t take it seriously and will belittle me. I came out to them both in 2018 and both parents still refuse to acknowledge that I am no longer a girl.

Through our church they offer arranged marriage services and it is how my mother and father met. At 25 they have said they plan to put me into these services so that I can find “a good man”. Side note: I’m Bi…The point of all this being I have struggled and fought to be the person I am today that holds the values I do. However, their influence over me still affects my decisions. I doubt every decision I ever make unless they make the decision for me. I am desperate for their approval even when I know it is worth next to nothing. This post only discusses the bare minimum of what I’ve gone through. We have only scratched the surface of how deep their hold on me goes and yet my point still stands. I have spent my entire life trying to make the right decision and never feeling like what I chose was good enough.

All I ever wanted in life was to be a good person and do the right things. Aziraphale has been the same, except instead of abusive parents he has heaven. Aziraphale may be removed from heaven but he no longer knows how to make a decision for himself. He has learned to second guess his every thought and doesn’t know right from wrong. Heaven has told him one thing and even if he believes otherwise he will always feel that pull back to heaven. He loves Crowley deeply even though he knows heaven would not approve but when heaven asks him back and praises him…it’s hard for him to say no. It’s because even after years upon years of abuse he is still eager for their approval. He thinks maybe if I do things differently it won’t be the same…maybe they have changed and I can actually have a healthy relationship with them! THIS^^ NEVER IS TRUE!

I have tried and still find myself trying to build a relationship with my father after being dismissed my entire life by him. I still find myself trying to impress him and my mother. I still find myself watering my personality down to appeal to both my parents and gain their praise. Sometimes setting harsh boundaries and putting your foot down is best but sometimes you just don’t have the strength to do it. There will always be a part of you that wants to be a part of them, wants to stick together. You cannot change the way they treat you but for some reason you can’t stop trying anyway. Aziraphale is doing exactly that^^ he’s trying to fix things because he has been abused. Who knows what all heaven told him to be true! I know if it were my parents and I was hanging around with Crowley and they found out they would certainly see me as tainted. They would tell me all sorts of nasty things and would tell extravagant stories about demons and how they are all terrible. They would cloak their prejudice and hatred through a thin veil of caring and because I crave their approval I would probably believe them. However, to end on a good note I will say I am getting away from my abusive household. I am getting away because I have met my Crowley and they have shown me what true caring looks like. They have shown me that what my parents give to me is not completely love and if it is it is a controlling and overbearing kind of love. I know no matter what Aziraphale believes he will choose Crowley. Crowley has been Aziraphale’s safe space for longer than heaven has been! He lied to god about the flaming sword but not Crowley…remember that!

[mischief-tea]

If my husband doesn't want what's left over he just cooks dinner that night and I use the leftovers from both for me and the kids the next day. It helps both of us be at peace, which is the goal. Not sure what I would do if my husband didn't cook, though. Maybe do like my mother and just make whatever worked for the rest of us. If he didn't like it he could eat a freezer meal. This wasn't unreasonable under the circumstances and again made peace in the house. By the time I was a teen everything was buffet style serve-yourself-whenever and we were expected to contribute to cooking (brother and sister both) at least for ourselves if not everyone.

i dont really understand wives who say their husbands wont even leftovers.

i mean we can all agree that those kind of men need to grow up. but like. what happens if you just serve leftovers for dinner anyways. is he gonna just not eat??

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

One of my big executive function struggles is feeding myself.

I live alone (apart from the cat). I lose track of time when I’m involved in a project, and I don’t feel hungry so much as tired a lot of the time, which tends to lead to the wrong solution.

I hate taking five minutes to make myself food. If I have energy, it feels like I’m wasting time that could be spent writing or researching or whatever. And if I don’t have energy… FUCK. Even peeling a banana is beyond me.

When I drove to work, pre-pandemic, this often meant Dunkin’ Donuts for breakfast, Burger King for dinner, maybe head over to the bakery for a sandwich at lunch. I’d try not to do all three on the same day, but… I never had the patience to make food.

But now I work from home in the suburbs. There’s not a lot of places in easy driving distance, and only a few of them deliver. Food I get through Uber Eats or Grub Hub arrives cold. Always. I’m signed up to one of those weekly meal delivery services but they keep raising the prices and now I’m down to 4 meals a week.

I’m not asking for money, btw. I can afford to feed myself, I just don’t have the energy.

Now, in today’s society, this is considered lazy. Inefficient. How many times have we seen people saying working class people waste their money on fast food, and don’t they realize it’s cheaper to buy and cook healthy fresh foods? And you can say over and over again about the cost of exhaustion, but there’s still this sense of “no, you should be able to do this, just like everyone always has, this generation is just lazy…”

Not just from other people. Got that voice in my head, too.

And whenever it starts to get abusively loud, I just remind myself:

Working class apartments in Ancient Rome didn’t have kitchens. Apartment blocks (insulae) had shops on the ground floor, especially bakeries and places that sold quick hot food you could eat on your way to work, maybe with a few seats along a bar where you could rest for five minutes on your break.

Not just a few. These were goddamn EVERYWHERE.

We’ve known for two thousand years that people who work all day don’t have the energy or resources to cook for themselves. Longer, because Rome didn’t invent this, it’s just well-known there cuz Rome.

Anyway. I think if as a society we just accepted that “people don’t have the energy to cook but still need healthy food” is a real and valid issue, we could find some affordable fucking solutions. And step one is to stop blaming people (and ourselves) for not having that energy.

[genshin-scenarios]

With an Adeptus!Reader...

A/N: Warning for spoilers of their backstories and Liyue's archon quest!

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti

Considering the hardships you went through before becoming an adeptus, Zhongli didn’t want to tie you to him with a contract; Liyue wasn’t in need of new warriors, and he was no longer leading the nation as Morax. Immortality erodes the spirit and memory, and with time comes a loneliness that can be hard to bear - thus Zhongli approached you with concern when he found out about your change.

What he hadn’t expected was for you to greet him with a smile and lighthearted conversation (it’s something he infinitely admires you for, really). Zhongli answers your questions pertaining his experience as an adeptus patiently, observing your reactions and body language to try and gauge if you're alright.

...You were a bit nervous about this transition though, and so Zhongli gives you a soft smile and places a reassuring hand on yours. Whenever you need him, don’t hesitate to reach out. He'd be more than willing to support you and listen when you have something to get off your chest. As both an experienced adeptus and friend, he’d like to be someone you can rely on. 

The talk ends with you finally dropping your strong front and laying in his arms (it’s not as if he couldn’t see right through you anyways, though Zhongli knew better than to poke at it while you were coming to terms with becoming an adeptus.) 

You still joked around even even as he was running his fingers through your hair (a calming motion), so at least that told him that you were fine. Zhongli can't help but chuckle when you point out that you match with him a little now, with your extra appendages/markings on your skin.

“You’d already brought light into my life when you were mortal.” Zhongli would remind you. “I will never lose sight of how our story began, nor take the rest of the time we have for granted.”

You’d laugh fondly, regarding him with a gentle gaze. “I thought you wanted to end this on a light note?”

“What could be lighter than the happiness you give me?”

Oh? “In that case, I’d have to thank you as well for painting my days in gold. Not just as Morax, but Zhongli as well.”

You’ve fought by Xiao’s side so many times that he could trace your movements as if they were his own. You weren’t from his generation of yakshas, but your purpose and combat prowess was something that he could comfortably rely on. He was proud to be able to say that you were comrades (and friends, and maybe a little bit more - Xiao was always cute when you teased him about that)

Like Madam Ping, you’ve opted to live amongst mortals to understand how to better support them in other ways. It’s quite a curious life you live, playing as a citizen by day and leaving for ‘work’ whenever needed, departing with a mysterious smile when asked about it.

Neither side of you was more ‘real’ than the other; as a citizen it was relaxing to indulge in mortal pastimes and learn to cook (regardless if you were very good at it), while traversing the land you love as an adeptus felt freeing, and battles always did give you a sense of purpose as it was something you’ve done for so long.

Though it’s always more fun when you can share the weight of a fight with Xiao - it’s nice how neither of you have to hold back in fear of hurting each other, and you share a familiar understanding that surpasses friendship, carefully built over time together.

Since he's so used to your presence, it sometimes surprises other people how casually he interacts with you (or even knows your habits/quirks), but you enjoy that little privilege that comes with your relationship. After all, once you've bonded on the battlefield for centuries, it's hard to call the other an acquaintance, right? It's not like it isn't mutual either~

“Hey, don’t forget that you can call my name too.” You nudged Xiao. “I’d never be late to a friend in need.”

He eyed the almond tofu that you’d abandoned for the sake of talking. “And have to argue about food with you after every patrol?”

“I said I’d cook!” You huffed. “You’re just stubborn. Eat more almond tofu and your muscles will become as soft as one.”

Xiao swiped your bowl from you, earning a yelp of protest. He wore the slightest of smirks as he finished it. “You said you wanted ‘real’ food. We can order more from downstairs.”

The first time he met you, Venti was only vaguely aware of you being an adeptus. He was visiting Liyue to have a drink with Morax but got a little lost (or so he said). He learn later that you were indeed in allegiance with the Geo Archon, though your contract was looser than the others as it was to look after Liyue’s people in general (the methods would be however you saw fit, and evolved as they did.)

“What a shame… You really signed your free time off to serve that blockhead, huh?” While you knew he was joking, you’d always wondered what he meant when he said it was a shame… You sometimes ponder this as you’re reminded of him, be it through the greeting of a breeze or singing of the birds.

Sometimes you’d visit Mondstadt during a mission, after which you would be invited by a certain bard to stay a bit longer, be it for some food or to catch the sight of the sunset from a different nation (Venti was always good at finding reasons to spend time together)

After Morax stepped down, Venti came to Liyue to check on you - he was aware of how the adepti respected and cherished his old friend, and offered his company as comfort. He’d sing, play the lyre or flute, or whatever that made you feel better. While he may joke about it, he really does admire your dedication to Liyue.

You laughed as a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind. Venti’s greeting was cheerful as ever as your name rolled off his tongue. No matter how many times this has happened, it never stopped your heart from skipping. 

“Aren’t you ever worried we’d fall over when you jump on me like that?” You turned to look at him.

“Well, I know my brave warrior is strong enough to catch me!” Venti winked. “And if not, the wind will save us!”

Always a charmer, huh? You’re reminded of a past conversation as he took your hand and started leading you away, telling you something about the Windblume preparations for this year.

‘Sometimes I wish we could stay like this forever.’

‘In that case, might we form a little contract for ourselves? I’ll promise you my forever if you do the same.'

[callsigndragon]

Dear all,

Thanks for all the supportive messages during the last few days and all the love I got from you. I really appreciate it.

However... The doctors have told us to prepare ourselves. My dear and loved grandma it's fighting a losing battle. I've been crying for the past three days, and I don't think I can cry anymore. I can't eat, I can't rest, I can't do anything. I have a class presentation tomorrow and then I have to go work. I'm a teacher, my students need me. I can't fail them.

But I don't know how to do it.

My grandma has been like a second mom to me, whenever I needed her, she was there. I'm gonna miss her cooking, her not so subtle ways of giving me money, her loud laugh, her jokes... Her hugs.

I never told her that my heart got worse and I have to go through surgery again. I didn't want to worry her like that. Now, she will never know, because she's unconcious, in some sort of coma, and there's nothing more the doctors can do to fix it.

I've never been a very religious person, but if there's someone up there who can make her come back to me, please, please. Just bring her back enough to say goodbye.

We don't know how much she's got left... but I don't think she will make it to the next weekend.

The neurologist told my mom that if I hadn't called the ambulance as soon as I did, maybe she would never have had the chance to fight like she's doing now.

Mom calls me a hero. And I wish I could have realised sooner.

I want you to be able to act as fast as I did, so if you see a loved one having one of the symptoms below; call 911. Every second matters.

[tyongxnct]

𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 - 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝐽𝑎𝑒𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑛

pairing: Jaehyun x reader

summary: You were blinded by your love for Jaehyun. You loved him and believed him every time he promised you that he loved you and that he would marry you soon. A couple years later, whenever you talked about marriage, he would change the topic or simply yell at you for forcing him to marry you even though he wasn’t ready. Everyone around you noticed the change in your relationship but you were still madly in love with Jaehyun but one day you realized that you loved Jaehyun more than you loved yourself and it was breaking you apart.

song: lose you to love me - Selena Gomez

genre: breakup!au, angst

warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, not a happy ending

word count: 4,2k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNG JAEHYUN!! i love him so much :( and I hope you enjoy reading this! And this is the first part of a two part story! The second part is feel me and is coming on february 17! And happy valentine’s day!!

© tyongxnct on all platforms

You promised the world and I fell for it I put you first and you adored it

“I’m going to marry you and we’re going to have at least three kids. I know I’m a city boy, but I want to live in a little town in a little house with a huge garden with you and our kids. I know that you love to cook and I’m going to build the kitchen you always wanted. I want to give you everything and so much more.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, baby.” Jaehyun said and kissed every part of your face. “I can’t wait to have babies with you.”

“You know, I don’t need a house with a big kitchen. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care about anything else.” You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss on his lips. “You are my everything.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Jaehyun.”

You snuggled up into his chest and you were sure that your future with Jaehyun was going to be a beautiful journey. You’ve been together for almost five years now, you were high school sweethearts. He was your first boyfriend, just your first everything and you knew the second you talked to him that he was going to be your forever. Well you thought that he was going to be your forever, but If you only knew.

I saw the signs and I ignored it Rose-colored glasses all distorted

Jaehyun was acting differently but you didn’t really notice the change in his behavior. Your friends were the first one to notice, but you just shrugged your shoulders.

“I swear he’s acting so different or is it just me?” Minji asked your other friend Yuna. “I don’t know. Did you guys fight?” she asked you.

“What are you guys talking about? Everything is fine between us. He’s probably just exhausted from work. You guys are exaggerating.”

The truth was that Jaehyun was indeed distant and cold. You were blinded by your love to notice that. The way he stopped telling you that he loved you or kissed you, all the times he stayed with his friends instead of coming home to you. Every time he snapped at you no matter what you did, and the thing was, you never did anything wrong. Every move you made, every word that left you lips triggered something and he just started yelling and then ignoring you.

You never thought that he was wrong, that he did something, and you were right. You just accepted the fact that you did something wrong and you spend your nights thinking about your mistakes.

You were tired of your friends telling you that there was something wrong. It was late and you wanted to go home and be alone with Jaehyun and when you walked up to him and his friends to ask him If you could go home, he just told you to go alone.

“I don’t want to go yet, I’m having fun. Is it so hard for you to let me have some fun with my friends? What is wrong with you?” he whispered harshly, he didn’t want your friends to hear him snap at you once again.

“You’re right I’m sorry. Have fun, I’ll just go home and sleep.” You smiled bitterly ignoring the fact that he, once again, hurt you.

You were trying to sleep but your thoughts kept you awake.

It’s been almost two years since Jaehyun promised you, for the nth time, to marry you and you were ready to marry him but whenever you mentioned a wedding, or anything related to marriage he got so mad that he even stopped talking to you for a whole week.

All of your friends got married after a couple years of dating and you and Jaehyun stopped talking about that topic even after seven years together.

But you shouldn’t complain, right? He was still there after all. He still loved you and one day he’d marry you. Right?

Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn You got off on the hurtin' When it wasn't yours, yeah

Jaehyun was always on his phone. He ignored your presence, and his attention was completely on his phone. You knew that he kept secrets from you, but you didn’t mind because he was still there. He was still sitting next to you on the couch and sleeping next to you in bed. You ignored the fact that the first thing he looked at in the morning was his phone and the last thing he looked at before falling asleep was again, his phone.

Your nights got colder, and your days got longer.

Jaehyun was spending less and less time with you and he was barely home.

Having a simple conversation with him was rare. But you didn’t mind. At least he talked to you, even just a couple words were enough for you.

But for him, it was torture talking to you or being in the same room as you. You annoyed the shit out of him no matter what you did. He told you to shut up, he told you to fuck off, he told you to leave him alone and all you did was smile and apologize for annoying him.

“I had a fucking long day and I can’t even fucking rest because of you.” He growled. Jaehyun unbuttoned his shirt as you trailed after him. “I’m sorry, I know you had a long day I want to help you feel better-“

“If you want me to feel better shut up and leave me alone for god’s sake! Don’t you have any friends to go and annoy?” before you could enter the bedroom he slammed the door shut and locked it.

Jaehyun breathed heavily, he was so mad and needed to be alone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the only person he wanted to talk to.

He was laying on your shared bed and smiling brightly as he talked to the person on the phone. Jaehyun felt good without you being next to him. Jaehyun felt like he could breathe again.

You on the other side forced a smile on your face. You told yourself that Jaehyun was just exhausted and that he didn’t mean anything he just said and did. But when you heard him talking happily on the phone, your smile dropped, and you tried hard not to cry.

You left the apartment that night, leaving Jaehyun alone just like he wanted. You wanted to give him some time to be the old Jaehyun again, maybe you were annoying and maybe you were suffocating him.

You spend the night at Yuna’s without telling her what exactly happened, but she knew. She knew that he hurt your feelings once again and she knew that you were heartbroken.

Jaehyun noticed hours later that you were gone. His stomach growled and reminded him that he still didn’t eat dinner. It was almost midnight and he left the bedroom and entered the kitchen to see it empty- like the rest of the apartment.

He cooked himself instant ramen, the only thing he was able to cook, and silently ate in the living room while watching a reality show.

An hour later, you were still not back and he decided to call you, he started to get worried, what if something happened to you?

“Jaehyun?”

“Where are you?” he asked you.

“I’m with Yuna, I thought it would be the best to leave you alone for the night. You should rest and I know I can be annoying. I won’t hold you back. I hope you have a good rest and please take care of yourself. I’m sorry I left before I could cook dinner for you, I hope you managed to cook something for yourself. If I remember clearly we still have ramen.” You rambled but he didn’t mind.

You were still worried for him and he almost felt bad for acting like an asshole. But he was happy that you weren’t home.

“Can you stay with Yuna for a couple more days?” he just asked.

“What, uhm. Oh, yeah sure.”

“Good.”

“Take care and I lov-“

He hung up before you could finish your sentence.

When you asked Yuna if you could stay with her she almost called Jaehyun to yell at him for being an asshole, but you stopped her.

“Yuna, please, don’t. He didn’t do anything wrong, we just need a couple days for ourselves.” You assured her but she was ready to fight Jaehyun.

“Stop lying to yourself! Y/n don’t you see how he treats you? He kicked you out of your own apartment-“

“He didn’t kick me out. I left.” You still tried to defend him.

“And why did you do that? Because he told you to leave!”

“Yuna- it’s not how you think-“

“Y/n I saw with my own two eyes how he treats you. And I don’t even know how he acts when we’re not there.” She said honestly.

“He loves me.” You lied to yourself, “And I love him.”

“Y/n-“

“No Yuna. Please. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Please?”

And your friend hugged you tightly and put the conversation to the side. Yuna didn’t want to hurt you, god no, she wanted to help you realize that you deserved better. You were the only one suffering and being hurt in this relationship and she couldn’t let you let him hurt you anymore.

A couple days later Yuna convinced you to go back home and face him. You were paying half of the bills and the rent, you had the right to be there. Yuna helped you a little to understand her point of view and how toxic your relationship was. But you still loved him and you were sure that this was just a phase and that your relationship is going to get better.

When you entered the apartment, Jaehyun looked up from the couch. The apartment was a mess. Empty pizza boxes and empty bottles all over the kitchen and the living room. You didn’t even want to know how the bedroom looked.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you as he sat up on the couch. “I live here.” You said back as you opened the window to let fresh air in.

Jaehyun was a little embarrassed that you saw how he lived the last couple of days without you being here. It was chaos and of course you were the one to fix everything. While you started cleaning the apartment, Jaehyun played with his phone and sometimes he looked up and glanced at you for a second before you could catch him watching you.

For the first time, you were annoyed.

“This place is a fucking mess.” You said loud enough for him to hear but he choose to stay silent.

After cleaning up, you decided to take a long hot bath in your own home.

“I’m going to take a long bath.”

“C-Can I join you?” he asked out of nowhere.

“What?” you asked a little shocked.

He stood up and was standing so close to you now. “I want to join you- I m-missed you…” he whispered the last part and looked down to the floor. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes and tell you that he missed you.

“No. I want to rest.”

He looked up and saw the coldness in your eyes. You were mad that he showed a little affection after you were gone for a couple days. You can be all cold and distant too, you realized.

You turned around and locked the bathroom door, leaving him all alone.

After your shower you changed to comfortable clothes and then you entered the kitchen to start making dinner. You didn’t know where Jaehyun was or what he was doing but then you felt two strong arms wrapped around you and his face in the crook of your neck, you realized that the last time he did something like that was months ago.

“I’m cooking.”

“Let me help you.” He really wanted to help you.

“Are you sure?” you asked him, and he hummed.

“Okay, you can make the salat. Here.” You handed him the ingredients for a salat, and he happily started cutting them into small pieces.

Until his phone started vibrating.

He ignored it at first but after a couple minutes he started texting back, whoever he was texting.

“Jaehyun?” you called him for the third time now.

“Huh?”

“The salat. Dinner’s almost ready-“

“Yeah about that, I really want to eat with you but the boys- they’re spamming me and asking me to go eat with them. I really can’t say no baby.” He said, eyes still locked with his phone.

“Fine. Go.” You breathed out.

Without saying anything else to you, he changed his clothes and left the apartment.

Once again, Jaehyun left you hanging and you were all alone again. You were angry. Not only at Jaehyun but also at yourself for being so weak. You let him play with you and you did nothing to defend yourself. You were the only one hurting and suffering in this relationship.

I gave my all and they all know it You turned me down and now it's showing In two months, you replaced us Like it was easy Made me think I deserved it In the thick of healing

The realization that you never did anything wrong in your relationship with Jaehyun hit you hard. After scrolling through your last exchanged texts with Jaehyun, you saw the coldness and distance in his words. You remembered every fight you had, and it was always Jaehyun starting them and blaming you for everything. You were always wrong in Jaehyun’s eyes and you always tried and tried to be perfect and enough for him, but he never tried to value you and you tried everything in your power to be just like Jaehyun wanted you to be.

Family and friends were always worried about you. You were like a puppet and the strings were in Jaehyun’s hands and he played with you until you finally broke. Everyone around you knew that you always tried to be enough for him, that you tried to be his ideal girl and everyone started hating him for hurting you like that. He was the perfect boyfriend but when you saw everything crystal clear, you started hating him too.

You were the one who did the first step. You asked Jaehyun the one-million-dollar question and his answer decided about your future.

“What is it?” he asked, eyes on his phone.

“Do you want to marry me?”

Jaehyun stopped scrolling and breathed in and out. He closed his eyes for a second to stay calm, but he couldn’t.

“How many times do we have to talk about that?! I told you I’m not fucking ready for marriage, you can’t make me wanna marry you!”

“So you don’t want to marry me?” you asked, still calm.

“No I don’t and stop bringing that up or-“

“Or what? Are you going to break up with me then?” you interrupted him, the look in your eyes could kill right now.

Jaehyun looked at you, not sure what to say.

“You know what? You don’t have to bother waiting for me to ask you again. I won’t. I’m breaking up with you.” You simply said, no emotion in your voice.

Jaehyun’s eyes were wide and his mouth fell open. It took him a couple seconds to realize what you just said.

You ignored the fact that he didn’t say anything, and you just stood up and entered your bedroom to get your bags and luggage. Yeah, you already packed all of your things because you knew this wasn’t going to end like fairytales.

Jaehyun finally came to his senses and sprinted to the front door, you were about to open the door with your bags in your hands. You left your key on the counter and you didn’t take a single memory with you.

“W-What do you mean breaking up? Where are you going? You are joking right? You can’t leave me and throw away our relationship just because I’m not ready to get married-“

“No Jaehyun! This isn’t only about a stupid marriage! I’ve had enough! I can’t do this anymore this- this relationship is destroying me, and I can’t be with you anymore because all you do is hate me! I don’t know why you didn’t break up with me before, but I’m done being your punching bag! I’m done getting hurt and hurt and I’m done with you! I can’t do this anymore.” You whispered the last part after yelling at him. For the first time in your life you yelled at him because it was too much for you and the way he blamed you for throwing away this relationship didn’t sit right with you.

Before Jaehyun could say another word, you left the apartment. You silently drove away until you could finally breathe again.

A couple months later you found out that he got married two months after the breakup. Whenever he was on his phone or out, he was with her. Jaehyun was always talking to her after you two fought and he secretly met her. You should’ve known. You saw the way he acted around you when he was on his phone or the smell of perfume on his clothes. You should’ve known but you were blind.  He was cheating on you for almost a year and after your breakup he asked her to marry him and it took them two months to get married. Even after dating you for years he pushed the thought of marriage away and he marries her after a year? Why didn’t he just break up with you? Why didn’t he tell you to go? Why did he hurt you for so long instead of just breaking up after he met her?

Your gaze was on the moon, no stars were to be seen. The moon was all alone, just like you.

It was another lonely night in your bed and once again you asked yourself If you deserved being treated like that. Maybe you never deserved to be with Jaehyun in the first place. You didn’t deserve to marry him, you didn’t deserve to have the title as his wife. He fell in love with someone else because you weren’t enough.

It all made sense now. The distance, the hate and your relationship falling slowly apart. He stopped loving you, or maybe he never loved you but the promises he made you believe that he did love you, and he decided to love someone else behind your back. You were curious. Was she better than you? She was probably so much prettier and funnier and just perfect.

We'd always go into it blindly I needed to lose you to find me This dancing was killing me softly I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

Breaking up with Jaehyun was probably the best decision you’ve ever made.

The first couple months were tough. You thought you were going to die. The pain in your heart was unbearable, your thoughts were eating you alive and you reached the point to doubt everything about yourself.

Most of the time you were all alone, curled up under the blanket and watching a romance movie or a k-drama and every time you saw the couple being happy, you took a shot of vodka. Yes, you were drinking most of the time and neglecting everything around you.

You friends were worried, your family was worried, even your neighbors thought you were dead because you never left your apartment. You were vulnerable and your four walls kept you safe. The loud sad love songs coming from your speakers didn’t help you get better, you were always crying, and you really thought your life was going to end like this. All alone and depressed. Lonely and heartbroken.

One day, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t recognize yourself anymore. The dark bags under your red and puffy eyes almost covered the look in your eyes. The cry for help deep, deep inside your eyes. You hated being like this and you needed a hard push to get back on your feet.

A tear drop rolled down your face. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” you said as you looked yourself in the eyes. “Do you really want to end up like this? You look miserable. You always ask yourself what you did wrong, but did you ever think that maybe, you did nothing wrong?”

You tried to smile, a forced smile. You looked weird. “You can’t force yourself to be happy again. You should go with the flow.”

Maybe it is finally time to change. To be happy again. To move on.

That night, you slept better than ever. After so many sleepless nights, you fell asleep and you woke up with a smile on your face.

You knew that moving on and changing your lifestyle would be a big challenge, you had to do it in little steps. It’s okay to break down. It’s okay to feel hurt. It’s okay to let go. It’s okay to put yourself first.

And that is how you reminded yourself everyday that it wouldn’t be easy but worth it.

A month later you found yourself getting happier and even your friends noticed the change. They supported every decision you made and were always there to cheer you up, because it was also okay to have a shitty day.

Two months later, you were ready to go out and have fun again. It’s been so long since you had a girl’s night or a gathering without him being there. You had so much fun that night and you realized how much you had missed. You were smiling and laughing non-stop, and simply enjoying yourself.

You found new interests such as cooking and learning to play the guitar. You even signed up to a couple yoga sessions with your friends to help your body rest and recover after months of doing nothing. You gained new strength and so much confidence like you never had before.

“Hey, Jieun?” you were hanging out with your friend Jieun.

“Yes?” she asked you.

“Can you show me a picture of Jaehyun and his wife?” you asked out of nowhere.

Her eyes widened, “What?”

“I just want to see a picture of them. Don’t worry, I moved on, thank god I did because I realized how horrible our relationship was. I just want to see.” And that was okay. Just because you’re curious, that doesn’t mean you still love him or feel the need to be with him.

“Uhm, okay. If you really want to.”

After she opened Jaehyun’s Instagram account, you saw a couple pictures of them together but the one of their wedding caught your eye.

“I absolutely feel nothing,” you say as you zoomed in, “Like, I’m so happy that it isn’t me next to him. All my love for him changed to hate, but now I… I just feel nothing but relief. I’m finally living my life. I finally think about myself for once, I always wanted to please Jaehyun. Jaehyun’s happiness, Jaehyun’s pleasure- everything was just Jaehyun. But I feel so much better now. I realized that I should love myself before I love someone else. I can’t remember the last time I thought about my feelings and my happiness and it feels so good to do that. I feel so happy and I guess I just needed my heart to get broken to realize that.”

At first you thought that hating Jaehyun was the best way to move on, but after focusing more on yourself and your feelings, there was no hate and no love more for Jaehyun. You moved on and you found yourself while doing so. You closed the chapter of your past with Jaehyun with a smile on your face, the memories didn’t hurt you anymore and you were strong, you were so strong and confident and that’s something you never had. Strength, self-love, and confidence helped you getting back on your feet and face your fears and you were thankful for the lessons life taught you. You were never going to let anyone tear you down and make you feel less of yourself because you learned that your feelings mattered and you learned to love yourself.

And now the chapter is closed and done To love, love, yeah To love, love, yeah To love, yeah And now it's goodbye, it's goodbye for us

Jaehyun on the other side was going through hell. He was missing something. No. He was missing someone. There was a big hole in his heart and he didn’t know how to fill it until he saw you smiling happily with your friends. Oh how much he missed that beautiful smile of yours and he can’t remember the last time he saw you smiling like this. His heart skipped a beat and something inside of him clicked.

To be continued in feel me, coming February 17...

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[hoodieofholland]

Congrats on 600!! What about reader telling tom that she has a huge exhibitionism kink and he surprises her with something? 🌷

Thank youuu! Yeaaah, this is such a concept!!

Warnings: smut (+18), use of toy, exhibitionism kink, dirty talk.

It was always a joyful moment whenever Tom's family came to lunch on Sundays. You and Tom would spend a really good time in the kitchen, cooking something special and fooling around like a married couple. There was something so domestic on it that made Tom be grateful for every weekend and realise that he couldn't imagine a life where you wouldn't end up being his wife.

And even though he was pretty sure he knew everything about you, every little curve of your body, every little thought of your intelligent and creative mind, he caught himself out of guard when you admitted something to him.

"I kinda get turned on when thinking that someone could catch us... y'know, right in the act".

It was just a couple of nights ago, when you were both teasing each other while you grinded on his crotch, his hands all over, and since then he couldn't get that out of his mind.

Back then, he didn't find any sight of embarrassment on you, but you didn't bring it up again. So he thought to himself that maybe he could try something out and surprise his lover. Sundays lunch just seemed the perfect moment to feed your little kink.

After finishing cooking and washing the remaining dirty dishes, you and Tom set the table before his family arrives. The moment were filled with his praises for one of the dishes you cooked, even though he helped you with everything else, and with slight and teasing touches here and there.

"Sorry", he murmured under his breathe as he passed behind you, his crotch grinding your ass lightly. You can't help but giggle.

"Okay, boy, you better stop it, your family is about to arrive", you say, turning around to put a hand over his chest. He looked particularly good today, wearing a dark blue t-shirt that fits his body perfectly, and larger jeans, his hair slicked back, still wet from his recent shower.

"Not my fault I have such a hot girlfriend", he smirked, putting the spoons he was caring to set at the table aside, before getting closer to you and lowering his head to press a soft kiss on your neck. "We could always cancel it and have a day to ourselves..."

"No way, Holland", you smile, withdrawing him with your hands on his chest.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot it doesn't actually matter", he said, a huge smile making presence on his soft features, a teasing tone on his voice. He brings his hands to rest on your waist, squeezing it to bring you closer one more time. "You like the thought of being caught. I think you'd even rather if I did you with everyone in the living room".

You were shocked by his words, mouth hanging agape as you tried to come up with something to say. Your cheeks were heating as the realisation that Tom still remembered what you told him about your fantasy hit you.

"I-", before you cold say anything, the doorbell rang, and Tom left you to welcome his family.

The whole time before lunch was set up on table, you couldn't get your mind out of what Tom said, being dragged back whenever one of the twins called your attention to the conversation.

"I'm gonna take another bottle of wine, what you think?", Tom asked when everyone finished their main dish, raising from his seat. "Oh, and Paddy, another glass of juice for you?"

Paddy nodded, and Tom turned to you with the tiniest smirk on his face. "Could you help me, love?".

In other occasions, you would find it very strange of him to call you just to bring some wine and juice, but you knew something was up. So you didn't argue and got up quickly, smiling at the other as you followed Tom to the kitchen.

You stood next to the kitchen's island while he was walking around and picking everything he needed. Bitting your lips, you notice the way he behaved as if you weren't even there. He was teasing you and you knew it.

Clearing your throat, you cock an eyebrow when you get his attention. "So, what do you need my help for?".

Tom smirked and walked towards you, putting the bottle of wine on the island. "Thanks for asking, darling. Very attentive of you", he licked his lips. "You seem very disappointed with what you assumed I called you here for. What was that?"

Your heart fasten inside your chest, at the sight of his hand moving inside the pocket of his jeans. "I- I don't know. I thought you wanted something, like...".

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, "Don't lie to me, love", he smiled, taking his free hand to the hem of your dress. "I bet you thought I was gonna take you right here, didn't you? What were you expecting me to do? Eat this pretty pussy out?"

Your mouth goes dry. Tom's hand slide inside of your dress, reaching the waist of your panties and playing with it. "No, I thought- I thought that maybe-"

"That I would give you my cock?", he whispered, giving your lips a soft peck before stepping back. "This would take us time, darling. Everyone in that living room would notice it, for sure. And though I know that's what your dirty brain wants, that couldn't happen, could it, sweetheart?".

You shake your head and observe attentively as he takes something from his pocket, hiding it in his fists, his free hand holding your waist while he kneels down in front of you.

"So this is how it will work", he keeps his voice quiet, though his actions weren't so soft. He slides his hand under your dress, pulling your underwear until it hit the ground. Tapping your ankle twice, he commends you to take it off, and you as you're told. "You're gonna wear this while we have a nice conversation back in that table", he lifts his fists and shows you a small vibrator that you were so used to, before taking it to your core.

He lifts your dress up until he can see your bare pussy, already covered in some wetness, enough to enjoy the sensation as the vibrator is positioned inside of your pussy. "Like that, good girl..."

When you're used to it, Tom helps you to slide your panties back, holding the vibrator better at place. He smiles as he watches you squirming at the sensation. Bringing his face closer to your heat, he presses his nose against your covered clit, moving his head slightly to create the tiniest friction. "Can smell you already, love".

You bite your lip, avoiding letting any noise come out of your mouth. Tom kisses your center through the panties, where a nice wet spot was already set.

"You're gonna wear this, and when you're close enough, you're gonna excuse yourself and come here again. I want you to be on edge, so we can make it quick enough to not be suspicious. This pussy is only getting my cock when you're dripping, do you understand me?"

You nod fervently, too weak in your dizzy state to say something else, but Tom disapproves, "Words, darling".

"Yes, I got it", you swallow hard, gripping tightly on the counter.

"Good", Tom smiles in approval, pressing a tight kiss to your center as he closed his eyes. "Fuck, wish I got time to have a taste before we get back", he mumbles, and before you can start to enjoy the feeling of his lips against you, even over the fabric of your panties, he get away, lust covering his usually soft brown eyes.

"Don't forget, get here whenever you feel you're close", giving your cheek a soft kiss, he whispers in your ear, "So I can have my dessert in the kitchen".

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My “how to feel like your best self” tips

Go to bed and wake up early.

Some things I do to try and sleep early are; reading a book around 8:30-9:00pm, drink some hot chamomile tea, and meditation. Don’t stay on your phone scrolling for ages, there’s no point in doing that. Set your alarm the night before for the time you know that you’ll wake up. If you feel like you need extra rest, then make it a little later. It’s best to be in a sleep/wake routine though, so try and rise and rest at the same times.

Eat food with nutritional value

We are energy and we need to ensure we sustain ourselves. I feel best when I have some fruit in the morning, nothing major in the morning because usually I don’t feel like eating. Having a fruit salad and some eggs with a green tea, or a glass of water makes me feel really good in the morning. If you lead a busy lifestyle, I would suggest meal prepping to make your life a little easier in the morning and reduce the stress of thinking about what you’re going to eat and having to make your breakfast and lunch before heading out the door. I’ll do a separate post on some great meal ideas that I have which are healthy, nutritious and delicious.

Get outside and get some sun

I don’t think we realise how important it is to get sunlight and to walk. Walking is one of the best things you can do for your body. Are you bored? Go for a walk. Are you hungry? Go for a walk to the nearest restaurant. Going to the gym? Walk there. Have a pet? Take it for a walk. Walk whenever you feel like you have nothing to do and get outside. It’s the best thing for you. Your mood will be lifted from being outside, being in the sun, seeing people you don’t usually see, hearing nature all around you. Get out there, it’s beautiful!

Listen to yourself

If you’re feeling tired and stressed, try and stop in the moment and take a breather. Listen to your mind and your body. What does it need? What’s it telling you? Connect with yourself more in stillness and try not to always be so busy filling your life with meaningless tasks. Try and stay as calm as you can. Stress is so bad for our nervous systems and our physical health. Stress can cause so many diseases and implications. Just get some r&r as much as you can; you don’t always have to be doing something - find enjoyment in doing nothing.

Find a hobby

It can be making TikTok’s, painting, gardening, reading, learning a new language, making video diaries, scrapbooking, hiking, writing food reviews, learn a new skill, start cooking new recipes you’ve never tried before and make your own cookbook, start a podcast, a blog, flip furniture, make jewellery; do anything that is creative and gets you into joy mode. Learning something new is a great way to build self confidence.

Have pride in yourself

I always feel my best when I have presented myself in the best way possible. Now remember, you do not always have to go out looking like you’re going to a red carpet event. I will go out in a tracksuit most days if I go to the grocery store or am running errands, but I always make sure my hair is brushed, put up in a cute ponytail or slicked back bun, I’m moisturised, I smell good, and I look organised. It’s just a fact that when you make effort into your appearance, you’re going to look and feel better. Getting all dressed up always makes me feel so beautiful, do it and enjoy it. Don’t worry about being over dressed, just show up and show out!

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shereshoy

shereshoy - wanting to live everyday to its fullest and more

word count: 2.3k

pairing: the mandalorian (din djarin) x reader

summary: din reveals his true feelings for you through an anecdote from his childhood.

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Faint laughter and the sound of the soft splashes of the nearby lake are what calls Din’s name.

So when he returns back to the Crest after a quick supply run to find you and the kid enjoying yourselves, he can’t help but smile underneath his helmet. 

The sight isn’t much to see. You’re laying down on the grassy floor as the green little baby is currently running around as he’s trying to catch something. The baby will leap towards his prey, only for the prey to run away, resulting in the baby giggling as you follow suit. To others, it may not be much, but to Din, it’s everything. It’s been such a long time since he’s experienced this kind of feeling before. He can’t exactly put his feelings into words, but it’s a feeling that he never wants to go away. It’s a feeling that he used to feel all the time with his family back on Aq Vetina before he was taken in by the Mandalorians. It’s a feeling he's associated with the life that was stripped from him. A life that he always dreamt that he would be able to get back someday. 

The closer he gets to where you and the baby are, the more his heart soars. The baby continually is running around, enjoying himself, as your eyes remain close as you take everything in. You don’t even notice his return until he makes himself known. 

“Enjoying ourselves?” 

You didn’t realize that you were in such a trance until you’re greeted with the familiar ‘T’ visor that you’ve familiarized yourself with over the past few months. The tranquility of your surroundings are what made you first lose yourself in the moment. From the baby’s giggles to hearing the birds sing to the soft waves hitting against the rocks in the nearby lake, it was easy to lose track of time. 

“You’re back.” A soft hum comes from Din in response as you continue, “how was your trip?”

“Good. There’s a local town that’s a few miles up north and I was able to stock up on a few things that we were running low on.” Now it’s your return to mimic your partner and hum in response, “it’s a nice little town, you would enjoy it. Maybe all three of us could go there tomorrow.”

“I would like that. Were you looking for anything in particular while you were there?”

“No.” Yes, but it’s not like he would tell you that- not yet, anyways. 

“Do you want lunch? I was just thinking of making some.”

“You stay- I’ll go make it.” 

A few rebuttals leave your lips, saying that you can do it and pointing out that he just returned, but Din ignores your pleas, insisting that you continue resting and watch over the kid.

As Din leaves to go back inside the Crest to put his purchases away, what makes him walk a little bit faster is the laughter that comes from both you and the baby. How in the galaxy he was able to be blessed with a life as good as his, Din will never know. After all of the ugly decisions he’s made in the past, he’s one of the last people who deserves a life as great as his. To be able to wake up every single day and know that he has a new family that will support him through anything. To have someone as devoted and generous, traits that his own mother had, is something that he thinks about as he makes the three of you lunch.

The lunch that Din ends up making is something that you’ve had on multiple occasions before, just a stew made out of the items that he picked up from market earlier, but it’s the company of Din and the soft breeze brushing against your cheek that makes it so much better. When Din comes out with the two bowls of food, a smile immediately appears on your face as the spices from food linger in the air. The feeling of fresh air that you got used to now is mixed with the scent of Din’s cooking. It’s not often that you get to eat home cooked meals, let alone meals made by Din, but it’s a welcome rarity. Din’s cooking isn’t the best that you’ve ever had, but his skills improve each time he prepares food for you.

The spices in the stew are a bit intense at first. You nearly choked on the pure flavor of peppers that surprised you at first, but the more you eat, more like devour, your food, the more you enjoy it.

“How is it?” He asks. 

When you look over at him, you notice that he doesn’t have a bowl of food in front of him, giving the baby the other bowl, as he studies your actions. Nearly half of the food is already gone. 

“It’s really good, Din.” With a smile on your face, you cover one of your hands as you take another bite.

“Yeah?”

You nod your head at him. The food that’s in your mouth is a little bit more difficult to chew as you try to fight the smile that’s threatening to appear on your face. The idea of not only him making lunch for you, but also wanting to know your thoughts on it as well is what makes you smile.

The hand that covered your mouth a moment ago covers your partner’s hand. 

The warmth that radiates from the palm of your hand is the same warmth that fills Din’s body. The transition of your relationship going from friendly to romantic is a recent change, so the feeling of your skin touching his is a new one. Foreign but welcomed. 

“It’s much better than the last meal you made for us.” A chuckle leaves his modulator.

The last time Din cooked a meal for the three of you was only a few weeks ago, but it was so disastrous. After seeing how tired you were by watching the baby for a few days, Din offered to keep an eye on him as you used the refresher. Once you finished, the sight you returned to was not what you expected. Din wanted to surprise you with a warm meal, but instead of spices from the food lingering in the air, the smell of smoke welcomed you once you finished what you were doing in the refresher. As you rushed out, you saw that Din was struggling to look over the baby and cook simultaneously. In summary, you ended up eating dinner from the local town that night. 

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“I never said it was. I’m just saying that you’re getting better. Who knows, maybe next time you’ll be able to cook a meal that doesn’t have anything to do with burning.”

“I didn’t burn this one.”

“Tell that to my mouth.”

“Oh.”

“It’s still good though!” You reassure him, interlacing your fingers with him as you give his hand a soft squeeze, “just, don’t go as heavy with the pepper next time, my love.” 

“Hmm.”

The baby feels the same way of Din’s cooking as you do because half of his meal is on his face as he takes gigantic mouthfuls. How he hasn’t choked on his food yet is a miracle. 

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Later.”

“Din-“

“I promise, ner cyare, I’ll eat later.”

As much as you hate to scold him, you drop the subject. Din isn’t the best when it comes to looking after himself, but he’s getting better at it thanks to you. You know that he would never break a promise he’s made to you. 

“Well, then I guess we should start heading back inside.” You say as you lay your free hand behind you to support yourself, but before you’re able to, Din’s hand squeezes yours.

“Cyar’ika, if it’s alright with you, I would like to stay out here for a little bit longer.”

You nod your head as your body goes back into its relaxed position. You’re not one to say no to spend a little more time with him, but you really want to make sure that he, too, is able to enjoy the food that he worked so hard on.

“Whatever you want, Din.”

Giving your hand one final squeeze, he tries to force out the words that have been stuck in his throat ever since he returned, but he still doesn’t have enough courage to say them.

“I lied earlier, well, kind of.” 

“What do you mean?”

“When I left earlier, I wasn’t looking for anything in particular when I was in town, but supplies weren't the only thing that I got.”

There’s more that he wants to say, but he doesn’t know how to say it. He knows exactly what he wants to say, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

“When I was younger, my mother, she-“ Din cuts himself off. The right words just can't seem to leave his mouth. But that’s okay because you’re more than patient as you wait for him to continue on. Being so open and vulnerable about his feelings and thoughts is very new for Din, but you would wait for an eternity just to hear what he has to say. 

The soft yet reassuring squeeze of your hand is what makes him continue, “Something that my father used to do to show his love for my mother was to surprise her with gifts when he got home from work. We didn’t have much money to live off of so he didn’t do it that often, but it always brought a smile to my mother’s face whenever he did. 

And my mother did the same. I remember helping her pick out a gift for my dad. It was something that we would always look forward to and it was a tradition between the two of them. Once a month they would surprise each other with a gift, the other not knowing when it would happen, and it’s something that I would like to do as well, with you.” 

The last of his words barely managed to come through his modulator. Just thinking about his parents brings tears to his eyes, let alone telling a story about them. It’s been such a long time since he’s revealed something as special as a memory of his parents that he reflects on a lot. Every time he’s thought of them lately, it’s always been of the last day that he got to spend with them. But maybe now, he’ll be able commemorate them by carrying on one of their traditions with you. 

Like Din, tears brim your eyes. Not only is this the first time Din revealed his true feelings to you by saying the word ‘love’, but he also revealed something to you that no one else in the entire galaxy knows. You knew that he harbored the same feelings as you do (he never spoke them outright), but revealing such an intimate thing from his childhood just shows how much he loves you.

Not only did he share a story from his childhood, but he wants to entwine it with your lives.

“I would love that.”

“You would?”

“More than anything.”

Suddenly, Din reaches in one of his many pockets to fish something out. Within a matter of seconds, a small mesh bag is in his free hand. The white color of the bag stands out by the contrast of Din’s dark glove.

When you take the small bag from his hand, you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. In all of the time you’ve spent with him, you don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous around Din.

Gently pulling on the strings that have secured the gift inside, you let go of Din’s hand to take a peek of what’s inside.

A small gasp leaves your lips as you look inside. With one of your hands out, his gift to you lays in the middle of your palm. 

“I know it’s not much, but it reminded me of you.” Your focus is entirely on what he has given you. What lays in your palm is a simple gold ring. Not much can be said about it: it has a simple band, no jewels or anything, but it has a textured feeling to it by the years it’s lived. 

“It’s perfect.”

“So you like it?”

“I love it, thank you.” You say as you admire the way the ring reflects off of sunlight. When it’s on your finger, it may not look like much, but you’ll be able to remember this afternoon because of the ring. You’ll be able to remember the way you’re feeling, how much you love your partner, and how he shared such a big part of himself with a simple ring.

“If I had known, I would’ve gotten you something as well.”

“Getting to wake up by your side and call you mine is the best gift I could ever want.”

His name leaves your lips as you groan at his cheesiness. 

Din’s hand tugs on yours to pull you closer to him, but before you’re able to, the baby that’s been almost radio silent this entire time finally decides to make his appearance as his hand pulls at Din’s sleeve. 

“We’ll continue this later.” He says as he scoops up the little baby and makes his way back to the ship.

You can’t hear what he’s saying to the baby, but your heart soars at the sight of your partner shifting from his romantic confession to his role as a father-like figure to the little one. Just thinking about what your partner meant is what makes you quickly pick up the bowls you used for lunch and follow your partner inside.

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[ghosthoard]

CW: vivid description of torture aftermath, MCD, description of starvation

It took about two hours for Four to declare their meal was ready. Bowls were filled and passed around. Warriors had placed two beside Time and Twilight when they remained unresponsive, hoping the smell would be too enticing for them to ignore it forever. Because it did smell good, Four had done good. 

The six of them sat around the cooking pot and together they ate their first bite.

The rice was maybe too hard and the chicken too dry and it was leaning more towards bland without the butter, but it was better than anything anyone else in this group could do. The meal warmed him inside out and he couldn’t have been more thankful for the food. 

Then, Four tensed at his first bite, his hand clenching his spoon tightly, and anxiety rippled through the group.

“It’s not right, it doesn’t taste right” he muttered, a dismal violet turning quickly to inconsolable green when he harshly continued, “He never told me the secret. Now it’ll never taste the same.”

“Four,” Sky tried.

But Four was already getting to his feet. “W-We just need a moment to ourselves. We’ll stay close.”

The others watched him disappear into the woods, leaving behind a heavy atmosphere. 

Meal time was going to be exhausting from now on. A time of the day that all of them looked forward to, with warm food, company, and rest, was now going to be a taxing chore, a learning curve, and a painful reminder. 

Warriors stared down at his pilaf. The fire was crackling and warming the right side of his body. Wild was sitting right beside that fire, tending to the pot in case anyone wanted seconds. Who was supposed to have their favorite meal today? Was it Twilight? Then that would mean pumpkin cheese soup. Twilight usually gives Wild an obnoxiously loud and exaggerated kiss on the head as thanks while Wild tries and fails to push him off, smiling even as he lets out a sound of disgust. Twilight would make a show of eating almost five bowls full of the soup made specially for him before going over to doze off under a tree while rubbing his stomach in satisfaction. Wild always had an adorable blush that Warriors always took the chance to tease him about, pleased pink over making one of them happy.

A small smile pulled at his lips. All of them had followed Twilight’s example and found their own ways to shower Wild with praise whenever it was their night. Sky would follow Wild around like a dog, sniffing at the enticing smell over his shoulder as he cooked, Four would stuff his face until his cheeks bulged out like a squirrel, Legend would try to save a piece of apple pie for later, hissing like a cat if anybody attempted to reach for it. Warriors remembered thinking up of new and annoying ways to describe how delicious the food was and how amazing the chef was, declaring raptures in between bites until Wild would laugh and tell him to shut up and eat his food. 

Next time, he was planning on telling Wild that whoever was the lucky person to wife him would have to go through eight brothers. 

It never crossed his mind that he would never get to see his reaction.

“I should’ve asked for his pumpkin pie recipe,” Legend said just then, breaking the silence. “Ravio loves it.”

“His pumpkin stew is divine,” Sky added distantly. 

“The spicy seafood curry is one of my favorites,” Wind piped up. “Even grandma couldn’t get his secret out of him.”

“His secret is probably just adding an unhealthy amount of goron spice.” Warriors pulled on a small smirk. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was in everything.

“That might be it,” Sky said, chuckling. “Let’s suggest it to Four next time. In fact, we should try to figure out the recipes for all of the food we like the most. It’ll be a good way to… honor his memory.”

The mood sobered again. Before Warriors could attempt at lightening it once more, Wind’s voice cut through.

“We’re never going to wake up to the smell of his cooking again.” Wind’s face crumpled, tears suddenly returning with a vengeance. Warriors put down his bowl to bring the boy into his arms, shielding him from the world as he tried to muffle his cries under his scarf. 

“Thank you for the food.” Everybody’s eyes went to Hyrule, who had been very quiet sitting next to Legend. His bowl was wiped clean, not a single rice kernel left behind. He took in the sight of their still full bowls. “Wild would want us to eat well.”

All eyes landed on the three sitting together apart from them. For a moment, nobody moved. Then, Time stirred to life, picked up the bowl that Warriors had left beside him and finally started to eat. Twilight, though, still didn’t move to follow. 

Warriors held back a sigh, but he’d take what he can get. 

The rest of them returned to tucking in silently. Wind started to shovel his food in his mouth, still with large tears rolling down his face. When Four returned, he too finished his bowl, looking all the world like it was a battle to do. 

The only one who hadn’t even had a bite was Twilight, who still lay over Wild’s body, as if he were also just a corpse. Nobody nagged him about it, knowing it wouldn’t help at this point. Time brought over the full bowl and they shared it after realizing there was no way to properly store it anymore. 

“Thank you, Four. It was very good,” Time said sincerely. 

Four—ever resilient, ever reliable— smiled. 

They set up watches then went to bed. Sleep did not come easy for any of them that night, most drifted in and out, a shallow imitation of rest. 

Warriors stared at the fire as he sat the first watch. 

He knew he was the only one who really understood that there was a high chance of casualty during this adventure. The only ones who probably come close to understanding are Time and Legend while the others had more positive, unwavering beliefs befitting of heroes. Warriors knew that just like him, Time was determined to make himself the casualty if it came down to it. Noticing this in Time— in Mask— had been difficult to say the least. But it just meant that Warriors had to be more diligent at watching their backs. 

Warriors never planned for the death of any of their youngest. Perhaps that was an oversight. Their only cook, their only potion brewer, their best archer, a pillar of their group in so many ways, gone in just a day. The comfort of a home cooked meal and a hearty elixir. The reassurance of eagle eyes watching their backs. Warriors couldn’t count how many times they’ve been saved by an arrow. Not to mention the effect his death has on Time and Twilight, who were rocks of their group. How long will they need to support them until they can get back up on their feet? 

The image of Wild hanging lifelessly in that dungeon flashed across his mind. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 

During the war, Warriors knew it was more likely than not that he would die at the hands of traitors. How he had hated the possibility and was grateful it didn’t come to pass. Looking back, it was learning that they shared that in common that he and Wild started understanding each other more. Taking down their first yiga together had been a great bonding experience. 

When they had been ambushed that morning, he and Wild had made eye contact from across the clearing, sharing a smirk before drawing out their weapons and diving into the fray. They yelled the number of yiga they had made retreat at each other like an odd game of marco polo. They had only stopped when Legend yelled at them to shut up. That mutual eye contact was the last time Warriors had seen Wild, Wild calling out that he had defeated 55 yiga when obviously there weren’t even 55 yiga in the first place had been the last time he’d heard him. Sky screaming and the yiga all disappearing into smoke was what made him realize Wild had been taken. The only thing left behind was a portal the size of a dish.

It was a rescue mission. It should’ve been a rescue mission. There was no reason for it not to be a rescue mission. 

Entering that dungeon, he hadn’t been prepared at all to be confronted by a corpse. 

Even as he had stared in disbelief at the body, his mind was working overtime analyzing the starvation (stretched skin, no fat, no muscle, sunken eyes, he could count every protruding vertebrae). Starvation that couldn’t have happened in just a few hours. The torture (beaten until all of the ribs were broken and stabbing into organs, dismemberment, missing fingers and toes and an ear, a blunt object taken to limbs until the bone shattered and the skin blackened with blood which without potions or a fairy they would have to amputate as it would atrophy). The type of torture the inflictor had delighted in, had found sick pleasure in. Torture for torture’s sake.

But above all, dead. 

Dead by the hands of traitors. How could he have let this happen to his little brother?

He’s never going to forgive himself for this.

Howling, loud and mournful, exploded into the silent night, startling Warriors from his thoughts and his seat right into a ready stance, looking around for the danger.

But there were no approaching monsters or enemies. Nothing going bump in the night.

All that there was, was a wolf, sitting beside his cub, his head thrown up in unrestrained howls.  

“Twilight,” Warriors hurried over to his brother, “Twilight, what are you doing? You’ll wake everyone and draw enemies to us!”

“Too late on the first point, not like we were sleeping anyway,” Legend’s voice turned Warriors around to see everyone sitting up in their bedrolls, looking soul tired. 

Four got up to wrap his arms around the still howling wolf. “Oh, Twilight.” 

Warriors’s eyes darted around at the trees. “Twilight, this is dangerous.”

“Have a heart, Captain,” Legend said as Wind also stood to join the hug.

“Monsters and Yiga might be out there.”

“Let them come.” Sky’s tone was deadly cold and promising. A shiver went down Warriors’s spine.

“We can’t afford them to.” But he knew when he was beaten and just resigned himself to being extra vigilant, reassured to see Sky and Time doing the same. 

Twilight’s howls echoed their misery out into the late night and they sat quietly as they listened. Four and Wind were sniffling into Wolfie’s fur. Time sat on Wild’s other side across from them, scanning the woods behind them with his sword already unsheathed, Sky surveyed the woods behind Time, the master sword leaned against him. Hyrule had scooted closer to Legend until he was tucked in his arms, leaning against a tree. Together, they watched Twilight cry. 

Eventually, Twilight’s howls came further and further apart and the wolf lowered his head back onto Wild’s still chest and fell asleep whining. Four and Wind, on either side of him, settled down to sleep where they were. 

“I can take over, Captain,” Time said as the three of them fell into fitful sleep.

“No, my shift isn’t done and you need to get some rest.” Warriors softened his voice. “You’d be doing me a favor by resting, Mask.”

Time collapsed out of his sentinel, crumbling into simply a grieving man, and nodded. He sheathed his sword and laid down to fight for sleep. 

“You two should sleep too.”

Sky and Legend were still up. 

Legend nodded and started to lower both him and a dozing Hyrule to lay down. Sky meanwhile was avoiding Warriors’s gaze. 

“I’ll wake you up if anything happens,” Warriors promised.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Just try. Lay down and close your eyes. That’s enough for now.”

Sky nodded stiffly before doing as told. 

It was a long night.

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CW: main character death, aftermath of torture, vivid descriptions of injury

They had been too late.

And isn’t that a hero’s worst failing, almost there, almost in time, almost saving the day. What was the use if after the victory, there was nothing left to salvage?

If only they had been quicker and smarter, they would have saved the day just like they were supposed to. 

But mercilessly, they had no do-over, and they had to face what lay before them in their failure.

Their brother hung from chains that pulled his arms harshly up to the ceiling, his toes just barely skimming the floor. Blood dripped, dripped, dripped—! Time ripped himself out of the spiral, closing his eye to it.  

Wild had been taken from them. The yiga had grabbed him and dragged him into a portal. By Hyrule and Legend’s quick thinking and skillful spell casting, they had stopped the portal from closing just barely until it stayed frozen as the size of a disc, enough for maybe Wind to stick his head in. 

It took them an hour, 33 minutes, and 42 seconds to figure out how to widen the portal enough for them all to squeeze through and land in the middle of a mass of shocked yiga. Another two hours, 16 minutes and 2 seconds for them to throw themselves into maiming, incapacitating, and killing whoever tried to stop them from finding Wild. 18 minutes for Time and Warriors to find Wild too late. 

The approaching sound of footsteps as the rest of his boys arrived turned him around just in time to see Twilight enter the dungeon with Wind and Hyrule. The man’s eyes searched feverishly around the room, first looking at Time, Warriors who stood further in, and then finally they landed on the hanging body and he froze. 

Nobody moved, nobody made a sound. It was a brutal precipice they waited on. Sky, Legend, and Four arrived before anything happened, for of course all of them had to be present to witness the fall.

“Get him down…” Twilight’s voice cracked the delicate silence. Echoing around the dungeon. He stormed toward Wild. “Get him down from there! Here, help me.”

“Twilight…” Warriors said, careful with his brother’s heart, “he’s—”

“His shoulders oughta be real sore, and we hafta to stop the bleedin’. Hyrule, you need to get ready to heal ‘im.” 

Hyrule twitched to life at the mention of his name, tears already flowing down his cheeks. “R-Right.”

“I got you, cub, I got you.” Twilight had cradled an arm under Wild’s knees, his other arm hovering, preparing to catch him. “Sky, cut the chains.” 

Time heard Sky take in a breath before stepping forward to do as he was told, his face stony. The hum of the Master Sword was hatefully calming and beautiful as he unsheathed it. The chains snapped with just one perfectly executed swing and Wild dropped into Twilight’s waiting hold. A whimper escaped someone’s mouth from the way Wild’s head fell bonelessly back, from how his arm fell limply at his side. 

Twilight hastily moved his arm from around Wild’s shoulders to support his head as he lowered him to the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, must’ve hurt your neck” he muttered. 

Now laying on the ground, everybody got a good look at Wild’s face which had been hidden behind his hair. His nose had gushed blood, and it looked broken. Bruises colored him a deep purple, stark against his pale skin. One of his ears had been cut off, the other burned. His eyes… blank and unseeing and stained red from the blood that had leaked down from his head.

“Okay, Hyrule, come on.” Twilight was avoiding Wild’s face. 

Hyrule numbly knelt on Wild’s other side, staring with wide, pained eyes on all the damage, the blood loss, the sunken chest that told of shattered ribs and internal bleeding, the missing fingers, the exposed bones. He reached out. His shaking hands started to glow. He placed them ever so gently over his brother’s chest, feeling it crackle under his touch. They all watched as the healing light shone for a few— hopeful despite everything —seconds only for a sob to wrack Hyrule’s body and the light flickered before going out entirely. Hyrule collapsed on top of Wild’s chest, clutching at the blood soaked tunic, letting out heart-wrenching wails. 

“What… what’s wrong?” Twilight said, his voice rising, his breaths shorter, “Why did you stop? Why isn’t he healed?”

“It’s not going to do anything, Rancher,” Legend’s caustic (devastated) tone lashed out. “Hyrule can’t bring back the dead.”

Twilight flinched. “Th-Then, a-a potion. Or a fairy…!”

Seeing Twilight’s face twist that way as he tried to hold back tears, Time automatically went to him. Twilight’s eyes snapped on to him as he approached and never left his face as he lowered himself to his knees next to him.

“Time… Time, we have to save Wild. We have to do something.”

Time wrapped his arms around his pup and pulled him close. 

“Time, please.” Twilight shuddered in his arms as he begged. “He can’t be dead. He can’t be gone. He would’ve been alone and scared when he died. We weren’t there. We were supposed to save ‘im. He would’ve been waiting for us.”

“I’m so sorry, pup.”

Around them, the others were getting closer. Legend started rubbing circles into Hyrule’s back, his face crumpled in soul deep sadness. 

Sky had lifted Wild’s head up onto his lap, gently closing the boy’s eyes before starting to card through the tangled mess of hair and dried blood. 

Warriors had an arm around Wind’s shoulders, looking smaller and exhausted and ten years older as he took in Wild’s body like it was a punishment he was dealt. 

Wind was searching around the empty cavern with tear-streaked cheeks, hiccuping. 

“He’s skin and bones. How could they have done this much in so little time?” Four muttered in a numb grief. “It couldn’t have been more than a few hours between when he was taken and when we got here.”

“A lot can be done in an hour,” Time said. A person can be alive and then gone within a second.

“We should get out of here.” Legend said from where he had managed to bring Hyrule into a hug. “He doesn’t deserve to be here any longer.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Sky shifted, he lowered Wild’s head back down delicately as if he could still feel pain. Legend guided Hyrule onto his feet and out of Sky’s way. Sky got as far as leaning forward to lift Wild up when Twilight pulled away from Time’s embrace.

“Let me. Please.”

Sky nodded and stepped back. 

Twilight gathered Wild in his arms as he’s done millions of times before. He rested Wild’s heavy head on his shoulder then placed a kiss on his forehead. “Come on, cub, let’s get out of here.”

The shackles that were still around Wild’s wrists clattered as Twilight rose to his feet. 

“We’re getting those off,” he snarled.

Let me know if you want the next part~

[pabosontheloose]

Work For You (Baekhyun)

WC: 3.0k

TW: None? Neglect?

“Baby?” Baekhyun’s loud, cheerful voice rang throughout the apartment, the sound being followed by his shoes clunking on the floor as he took them off. 

“I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, one hand still stirring the hot milk inside the pot while the other was turning off the heat. From behind, Baekhyun came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Immediately, his cologne filled the atmosphere, easing your shoulders as he planted a light kiss on your cheek. 

“Hey Cutie, whatcha makin’?” he asked into your ear, eyes peering down at the pot that had steam emitting from it.

“Some hot chocolate, I figured you’d want some after a long day. Go sit.” you asked, to grab the two cups that were on the counter. You can hear the little claps of his hands behind you as he moved to sit on at the table. Unbeknownst to you as you were carefully pouring hot milk into two mugs, he was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm, eyes hooded and lips pulled into a smile that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

He was silently observing you move around. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched you simply place the pan into the sink and grab two spoons from the rack. When you turned around, he grinned and reached out to grab one of the two mugs in your hands so you can settle down on the chair next to him.

“How was the studio?” you asked. Your legs came up to cross themselves under the table, carefully blowing on your beverage to cool it down. He went to stir the chocolate in his cup before looking at you.

“We’re planning on recording a new solo album. We sampled a few sounds today. At some point Chanyeol came in to help out. My ass is so sore from sitting all day.” he whined a  little, lips pulled out into a small pout before he carefully took a sip.

“Oh a new album? That’s so exciting! What’s it about?” you asked, leaning in. He made a motion of zipping his lips and locking it with a smile, shaking his head.

“I can’t leak that information baby, tsk tsk, you should know better than that. Let’s go cuddle on the couch.” he went to stand up and followed you to the living room where the two of you turned on the TV and set it onto a random show. Although neither of you were paying any attention as little kisses were stolen from time to time during the conversations that were had.

_______________

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Baby do u think u can bring some lunch to the studio today?

- Manager is having all of us stay late today 

- And i wanna see your pretty face before it gets dark outside 😍

From: You

- You’re just using me for my incredibly amazing cooking at this point 🙄

- But sure

- What do u want to eat?

- Also im bringing u a salad

- Bc whenever u prepare for a new album u keep saying u need to stay in shape for the performances

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Anything would be fine

- No cucumbers in the salad tho pls

- AND NO 

- im not dating u bc of your cooking

- Its bc of your 🍑

- 😜

From: You

- extra cucumbers in the salad got it

- see you in a little bit!

When you arrived at the building, security allowed you to go in and the receptionist directed you to the room that Baekhyun was working in. When you arrive at the door, you can faintly hear the music lulling in the room. The rhythm of it was soothing and you were just tempted to open the door and listen but you knew he was excited for this album, so your knuckles came up to the door and knocked.

Immediately, the music was turned off and you can hear someone getting up and rushing to the door. 

Baekhyun’s face lit up once he saw you and urged you into the room, giving your cheek a lingering peck. You greeted his manager who was sitting on the couch going through some of the music sheets. He got up and greeted you back then headed towards the door, saying he needed to go talk to someone regarding the tune of the song and lyrics. 

You settled the bag onto his desk as the two of you sat down. He immediately went to grab the utensils before chowing down.

He, as he said, came home late that night but you didn’t mind. He did let you know about it anyway, so you were able to sleep soundly knowing he was working hard for his fans. 

Several days after that were just the same. He was held back until around the same time as last night, but you had nothing to worry, he sent you a message to let you know. When he came home, he answered your conversation pieces with little hums here and there to let you know he was listening, but you knew he was tired. The shine in his eyes wasn't as bright as before. So, you found a way to fizzle out the conversation by saying you were going to brush your teeth for the night. When you came out of the bathroom, he was already knocked out on the bed. It was endearing to see him curled up, one arm stretched out to where your side was. You carefully slid next to him and could feel his hand grab onto your side as tightly as it could in its subconscious state.

This cycle continued until the “I’m going to be home late” messages stopped altogether. You just went about your day working and then cleaning the apartment before shooting him a couple of messages asking if he wanted you to bring anything so he stays healthy. He responded to the ones he could and then it was just you for the rest of the evening. No message from him about when he was able to come home.

This continued onto the next day.

And the next.

And the next.

At some point, your inbox was just a string of messages from you, and a few responses here and there. But it didn’t discourage you from worrying about him. The way the door of the apartment opened later later during the night, the way he’d silently peck your cheek before moving onto the shared bed and immediately falling asleep, the way the bags under his eyes slowly got more and more prominent; Noticing all of that, and more, made you uneasy. Your brain was throwing up signals to talk to him, reach out to his members, anything to make sure that he was eating well and taking breaks.

Your messages were always read by him, but never replied to. The meals you left in the microwave for him stayed untouched and on better days they were eaten but not entirely. 

This is okay, he’s going to be okay, just a few more weeks until he finalizes the album. Just a few more weeks until he’s able to come home early. Just a few more weeks until he can be in your arms again. You deal with this even if it’s difficult because you care for him so much. 

You tried to ignore the loud silence of the apartment with him being gone for so long. Even the noise from the TV didn’t block out how alone you feel. You’re staring at it but the show isn’t registering, too deep in your thoughts, too tired yet unable to fall asleep until you know he’s home safe. 

________________

Yes, you realized that he hadn’t invited you to the building, but after several weeks of not letting you know if he’s okay or if he’s been taking care of himself, you had to see for yourself. You’ve had enough of feeling his back against your own during the few hours of sleep he got when he came home, enough of sleepily watching his figure leave the apartment in the early mornings. 

And it was a good day today; your design was chosen at the company you work for which was going to take your position to a new step. Also you were the 100th customer at a new coffee shop close to the apartment, so they gave you an extra cup of coffee and pastry on the house. You wanted to share the news with Baekhyun, so why not drop in to see him.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” was the first question that left his mouth when he saw you, eyes widening a little bit to make sure he was seeing right. His hair was all messy (you suspected from running his hair through it while trying to figure something out with the songs and schedule but you didn’t comment on it) and he looked a bit irritated. Your head tilted to the side in question as he looked over your form standing in front of him.

“I just wanted to drop by to see if you were okay. We haven’t had some time for ourselves in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you gave him a smile. One that would usually have him melting just at the sight of it. 

But he didn’t melt. Not today at least. All he could think of was that the song had to come out perfectly and your presence here was at such an inconvenient time.

“(Y/n) we haven’t had time because I’ve been busy. I’ve told you this. I can’t make a mistake on this song, okay? Please go home, I’ll be back later.” he tried to brush you off and went to shut the door but you stopped it with your elbow, causing him to look back at you. 

“What time?” you questioned, keeping your voice leveled. You weren’t mad at him, but a little bit in disbelief. Here you were trying to make sure he was okay, (clearly he wasn’t since he looked exhausted as hell) and he was trying to push you away.

“What?”

“What time will you be home?”

“God, I don’t know (Y/n). Late. Please don’t wait up for me.” he sighed, scratching his temple in frustration. The action causes you to sigh too before finding the words to speak up.

“I just wanted to make sure this album wasn’t destroying your health.” you mumbled, your words not coming out as strong as you had hoped it would. He narrowed his eyes at how you phrased your sentence.

“No. The album has to be great. It has to be up to my standards. And right now, it’s still missing something. I was just about to figure it out until you interrupted. Please go home. We can talk about this later.” he replied. You let out another hard sigh before lifting your hands and giving him the coffee and pastry that you got.

“Here. I got a free order earlier and I wanted you to eat something since it didn’t seem like you were eating much at home. I’ll see you later.” you grumbled as he took the food. When he did, you quickly turned around and headed towards the elevator. Just before the doors closed, you could see him still standing at the door, staring at you, as if something clicked in his head.

You didn’t see him attempt to take a step towards the elevator too but his manager called him back into the room to finalize the lyrics. As he sat down, he opened the paper bag to see his favorite little pastry cake, and noted on the details of the cup that you got his order just right. 

It was as if something knocked him on the head for him to finally understand the position he left you in for the past several weeks. He finally got a clear look in the mirror to see how dark the bags on his eyes had gotten and how his hands slightly shook when he set an alarm for 6PM on his phone under the note “Go home to my Baby”. That day he ordered a good meal during lunch, ate it all, and the thought of coming home to you gave him the drive to complete the lyrics before he was rushing to get to his car at 5:45.

Even if he knew he was in trouble, he still found the shocked look on your face amusing (and really cute but that’s for another day when you’re not passively mad at him) when he came through the door an hour later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other carried a bag of take-out.

“Okay, I’m not home as late as I said I was going to be, but, I got us food.” he held up the bag, and with a smile, “And this, for you.” he held out the bouquet. You got off the couch to grab the flowers to place in a vase as he sets the bag down onto the coffee table. 

The silence radiation off of you made him nervously chuckle.

“Good news, I finally nailed the song. It’s at Baekhyun standards now. Now we only have to worry about the scheduling for after it’s released but that shouldn’t be a problem.” he tried to cool you off with a few laughs here and there but when you gave nothing back, he started to worry.

“Baby?” he began, “I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier. I realized I was an asshole the moment that elevator door closed.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not the point. The point is that you got so far into your work that you start to neglect everything around you and yourself.” you finally let out after all the weeks of keeping it in for the sake of his work. He silently stared at you, the look in his eyes made you want to engulf him in the tightest hug but you held yourself strong.

“I love you but it was just so hard to see you work yourself so much for this particular album.” you sighed. You don’t notice it but the corner of his lips slightly curled up into a smile as your sentence reminded him of why he worked so hard.

“I haven’t seen you tire yourself out so much before and I was truly scared that you might pass out from the lack of sleep. What makes it so different from the other albums? It’s going to turn out so great because it’s you who made it and your amazing fans will give it the recognition it deserves and why are you smiling when I’m trying to be serious?” you asked him, voice exasperated from trying to keep your thoughts straight but seeing that smile on his face brought back the warmth within yourself. 

“(Y/n), I was gonna keep it a surprise for when the album releases, but now is a good time too…” he started off, grabbing your hands and immediately intertwining with your fingers as a way to start his apology. Your eyes looked up into his in anticipation, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

“I dedicated the new album to you.” the little grin that graced his face after he said that made your heart drop.

“What?” you managed to work out, feeling mist start over your eyes as you waited for him to confirm his sentence.

“The new album that I’ve been working on...it’s dedicated to you. I’m really sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention and love you deserved. I was too focused on trying to make the song perfect so that you’d love it. But in the process of trying to make you feel appreciated through a song, I forgot to appreciate you in real life.” his voice slowly died down towards the end of his sentence. He was going to continue but before he could you launched yourself at him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The little sniffles he heard was enough to let him know that he was forgiven and he quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you closer than before.

“I’m sorry I got upset, I-”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize at all. You’ve been trying to take care of me all this time and I took that for granted. From this point on, I’m going to give back to you as much as you give to me.” he was planting kisses on your forehead as he spoke, making sure you understood him as he spoke softly to you. 

Sometime during this intimate moment, he had brought the two of you to settle down on the couch. He held you by your waist on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you were still hugging him with your face to his chest.

“Since we’re here now, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Love?” he asked once you pulled away to look at him. One of his pretty hands came up to caress your flushed cheek, resting his thumb there for a second longer, further adding onto the intimate moment you two were in.

“Can I hear the song?” you asked, eyes batting in hope that he’d give you a small version of it but he only chuckled, the other hand squeezing your side as he shook his head.

“Oh baby…of all the things in this world that I can give you, the song is the one you’ll have to wait for.”

[MASTERLIST]

[one-boring-person]

Could you do a Maverick imagine where the reader is Viper’s daughter and there all having dinner together and Viper’s not too fond of the idea of them together?❤️

I would love to, thank you for requesting! I hope you like this!😊💛

That's Not Overprotective.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Editing Help: @jawline-of-steel (Thanks bro!💛)

The sound of forks scraping on ceramic plates is near enough deafening in the tense silence, no one daring to interrupt It as we continue to eat, mouths moving slowly as we try to prolong the quiet, knowing that things will only get worse when we start talking again. Beside me, Pete sits stiffly, keeping his eyes trained on the plate in front of him, trying to ignore the deathly stare my father, our commander, is sending his way. From my own seat, I glare back at him, trying to get him to ease up on the protective father act, knowing that it is making things very difficult for the rest of us.

"Well, Pete, you say you are in the same class as (Y/n) here, who's your RIO?" My mother finally pipes up, coughing to break up the heavy silence.

"Oh, err, my RIO is Goo- sorry, Nick Bradshaw. His call sign is Goose." The pilot answers pleasantly, looking up at my mother with a smile, knowing that people often like it more when he does so.

"Oh, yes. How could I forget?" She laughs, clearly reminded of all the times I've spoken of them, "(Y/n) has told us a lot about the two of you."

"You have?" He lifts his eyebrows, turning to look at me in slight concern.

"Yes, all good, don't you worry." She reassures him, winking at me as I blush and look back down at my plate, fighting the redness rising to my cheeks.

"Yeah, it's interesting to find out what you guys actually do in your free time. Not as much studying as I would've thought." Viper cuts in, fixing Pete with a sharp stare again.

The two of us tense up again, exchanging a look as the silence falls on us again, my father's words cold and emotionless. For a few more minutes, we all continue to eat, Pete and I slightly more subdued than before, feeling like deer caught in the headlights. Eventually, Pete speaks up again, glancing back at my mother with another one of his charming smiles.

"The food is really good, Mrs Metcalf." He compliments her, sounding genuine.

"Oh, thank you, you're very kind." She laughs, smiling broadly from the positive feedback.

"It's the truth, this is some of the best I've ever eaten!"

"You are sweet, thank you, Pete." She flicks her eyes over to me, winking subtly.

I feel a small sense of relief, knowing now that he has won her over, though I am well aware of the fact that my father will be harder to convince.

"It'd be nice if you were this polite in class." Viper butts in again, shooting both of us a pointed look, "Instead of messing around."

"Dad, can we not do this now? You have all day to criticize us in class so can we at least have the evening off?" I finally interject, fed up with his jibes and snide comments.

"I'm not criticizing you, I'm pointing out a fact." He reasons, training his stern gaze on me, taking a sip of the beer in front of him.

"Then stop doing it, if that's what you want to call it, we never asked for it."

"You wanted my opinion, I'm expressing it. I don't see the problem." He clarifies, before suddenly standing from the table, "Excuse me."

Stepping away from his place, he goes out of the room, the door to the bathroom audibly closing down the hall as he enters it. With a sigh, my mother stands up, too, collecting in our now-empty plates with an uneasy smile, aware of the growing tension.

"I'll just go and get the dessert." She explains, leaving the room and going to the kitchen.

Pete waits for her to leave the room before turning to me, visibly relaxing.

"Your mum made dessert?" He questions, clearly surprised by her hospitality.

"Yep. She loves making full course meals, so you'd better get used to it." I grin, taking a drink from my glass of soda.

"I'm not complaining, her cooking is very good." He compliments again, smiling at me.

"That she is." I sit back in my chair, watching him, "I'm sorry about my dad, he can be a bit overprotective sometimes."

"That's not overprotective, that's just disapproving." The pilot laughs dryly, "I don't think he's too happy about you dating one of his students."

"I guess." I frown a little, upset at my father for being so judgemental.

Noticing this, Pete leans over and takes my hand in his, interlocking our fingers and squeezing gently, trying to reassure me.

"It's not going to put me off, don't worry." He says, quickly moving in to kiss my cheek, only to be intercepted by my lips as I turn my head and press them against his. We stay like that for a few minutes, just letting ourselves enjoy the moment, before pulling away again when we hear the bathroom door open again, signalling the approach of my dad as he returns.

The pilot keeps our hands locked together as Viper strides into the room, the commander taking his place at the table with a grunt of greeting, instantly noticing our contact and lifting an eyebrow.

"You afraid you might fly away there?" He comments, looking at us sternly.

"No, Dad, it's a sign of affection, something you've probably forgotten over the years." I retort before I can stop myself, my hand coming up to clap itself over my mouth, though it is too late.

"I beg your pardon, young lady? What did you just say to me?" The commander snaps at me, brow furrowing in anger.

"Nothing, Dad, I'm sorry." I rush out, quick to try and make amends, Pete holding my hand tighter to try and reassure me.

"Thank your lucky stars I didn't hear you, (Y/n), or you'd be in a lot more trouble." He bites out in response, stating me down as I look at my plate, embarrassment flooding me.

"Yes, Dad, I'm sorry." I bite my lip, annoyed that Pete was there to experience that.

We are silent again until my mother returns to the room with a tray of bowls, which she sets down on the table, handing each of us one with a spoon and fork, signalling that we should start. As we do so, we lapse back into the awkward tension, Pete and I shooting each other a look as we start to eat, thanking my mother for the food again.

My father continues to send us hostile looks over the table, clearly still unhappy with us as he angrily jabs at the food in his bowl, eating it quickly. As he finishes, he watches the rest of us eat up, sitting back in his chair as he sips his beer, brooding over something with himself.

"Excuse me, I'm just going to use the bathroom." Pete excuses himself, breaking the silence as he stands up and leaves the room. As soon as he has left, I round on my father.

"What is wrong with you? Why can't you just be polite?" I exclaim, annoyed at his behaviour.

"I don't know what you mean." Is all he says, acting innocent.

"Yes you do! Can you stop it, please? Or at least tell me why you're being hostile?"

"She has a point, Mike. Why are you being so tense?" My mother chimes in, fixing him with a stare of her own, though she is more curious than angry.

He is silent for a moment, chewing on his lip slightly as he considers how he should answer.

"I just, well, it's a hard concept for me to grasp, that my daughter is seeing one of my students. It's just wrong to me." Viper finally manages, though it is not satisfactory for me.

"It's wrong? How? How is it wrong?" I question him further, getting more and more annoyed by the minute.

"I don't have to explain myself, (Y/n). You wanted my opinion, and I have told you it. Surely that is enough for you?" He manages to keep his tone calm, though I can tell he is just as angered as I am.

I go to reply to him, only to be interrupted by the sound of Pete coming back into the room, the pilot still looking a little uneasy as he retakes his seat at the table.

I close my mouth, but continue to glower across the table at my father, knowing that Pete has figured out that something went on whilst he was out of the room. He shoots me a questioning look, but I only shake my head, non-verbally telling him that I will fill him in later, whenever later is.

At this rate, that won't be for some time.

[imagineaworlds]

I Love You (Part Fifty-Seven) -- Aaron Hotchner

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing. Unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it, ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary sibs. Dom/sub relationship. Mild edging. Impregnation kink. The reader does go by they/them pronouns, however, Hotch refers to them as female when saying “good girl”.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greenaway!Reader

Word Count: 8391

Timeline: A few days after part fifty-six.

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November 2nd. Aaron Christopher Hotchner’s birthday only came a few days after Halloween, which just meant more sugar for the kids. Between the cookies on Halloween and the birthday cake on Hotch’s birthday, those kids were spoiled rotten. Not that I ever complained. I loved celebrating Hotch’s birthday, as much as he hated it, and I loved dedicating the whole day to him—again, even though he hated it. He disliked the idea of celebrating himself. Not to mention that celebrating his birthday just made him think of his mother, who was horrible to him, and that would lead him to remember his father, who was even worse. That was why over the past couple of years, I had been trying to turn that day into his day, and not his parents’. It was okay for him to be selfish. Aaron really struggled with thinking highly of himself, or even thinking anything about himself. He preferred the idea of just spending his time and energy on me, the kids, and work. Between all of that, there was hardly any time for himself. On his birthday, however, it was all about him, and I was going to make him love his birthday one of these days.

However, my plans seemed to be canon-balled in the side by my parents. They surprised me and Hotch with a call shortly after Halloween to let us know that they had decided to get back together, and that they had moved in together again. When I asked when this happened, my mom said a couple of months ago. So… they had been keeping that from me all this time? Them and Hotch with the fucking secrets. I let it slide, though, considering I always knew that they still loved each other and that they only split up in the first place because of work, but now that was all in the past. Now, they could just be them. In fact, that was why my parents called in the first place. They asked if they could have the kids for the day, and when I tried to argue that it was Hotch’s birthday so we wanted the kids home with us, my mom interrupted with: “Oh, perfect! We’ll take the kids for the day, then you guys can come over for a birthday dinner!”

Ugh…

The thing about my mom was that she was never really… there… when Elle and I were growing up. Because she worked for the CIA, she was gone a lot, the same way that Hotch and I were away from Scar and Jack so much. With her traveling so much, she hardly settled to do “motherly” things like learning to cook. Elle and I loved her dearly, okay. We did. But her cooking was like eating acid. For Hotch’s birthday, I was imagining something a little more special than battery acid. Yet, I couldn’t talk them out of it.

Hotch had sing-songed in my ear, “We’ll have the whole house to ourselves for the day…” which made me ultimately give in. Then, when I hung up on them, he said, “Who knows, maybe the kids’ll like your parents.”

I groaned. “Who ever likes their grandparents?”

“Celia and Ken are good people, baby. They’re fun, and they love you and Elle more than anything in the world. I’m sure they’ll be good with the kids.”

I squinted at him. “Fine.”

My dad picked up the kids early in the morning since he spent the night working at the Academy anyhow. They lived about an hour away from our house, so by the time they were gone, we only had lunch, the afternoon, and about an hour of the evening before we had to leave. What was supposed to be a day of fucking in every reasonable room of the house turned into us just staring at our bedroom ceiling, counting the minutes until we had to get ready. I was dreading dinner. Not only was the drive going to be unbearably long, but dinner itself was going to be complicated.

There were a thousand things from my past that Hotch didn’t know about, and I would’ve kept it that way, but knowing my parents, they were going to unknowingly spill the beans, and I was going to have to explain a thousand things after the fact. Great. I mean, it wasn’t that I was actively keeping it all a secret from him. It just never came up. I was sure that there was stuff in his own past that he didn’t bring up because he couldn’t remember at the time or because there was no point in mentioning it. But my parents were the embarrassing type. I thought that by dating an older guy, and kind of rushing our relationship, we could skip that whole “embarrassing dinner with the parents” spiel, yet there we were. Hence, why I was staring at the ceiling with him all day rather than running around the house naked.

While in the car, Hotch and I were extremely handsy with one another. He was trying to focus on the road, but I kept messing with his hair, or playing with the wedding ring on his finger as we held hands; meanwhile, he was kneading my thigh every so often, or caressing my cheek with his thumb, or brushing my hair out of my face. I wanted my attention to be on him. The whole day was supposed to be dedicated to him, yet I couldn’t think straight. Going home after years and years of not being there was just making me appreciate how far I had come, and now my mind was racing with memories, good and bad.

I had the love of my life, the job I always wanted, and I had an amazing, beautiful, nuclear family. My stepson loved me as his own mother. My daughter was perfect in every way. Just as I always anticipated, she lit up a room just with her very presence, and it was most obvious whenever she was around Reid or Morgan. My best friends, and one of them was the godfather of my child. My life was perfect. Going home, however, was just a reminder of a time when things weren’t perfect. I didn’t need that bringing me down right now.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch asked me when he took notice of how quiet I was.

I glanced over at him and sighed. “I love them, my parents. You know I do.”

“I know.”

“But I just don’t want to do this…”

“It’s too late.”

Silence hung in the air for another minute as I returned to deep thinking about what they could possibly say in front of Hotch that could upset either of us.

“What are you thinking about now?” he spoke up again.

“The past.”

He raised a brow. “Care to share with the class?”

I smiled and shuffled to face him. “Well, I was just thinking about how different I used to be before I joined the BAU and met you, and before we started dating. Even when we first started going out, we were so different than how we are now.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” I rested my elbow on the arm rest between us and stared up at him. “I used to work a shitty desk job, only dreaming about being where I am today. I had no friends, I didn’t talk to my parents or my sister, I hated my job, I lived in a one bedroom apartment in the city, and I didn’t have anyone I loved or who loved me back. I was entirely alone. And then everything changed when I met Jason Gideon and I solved the Footpath Killer problem faster than anyone else. So, I joined the BAU, thinking ‘What have I got to lose?’. Joined the team, made a friend or two, reconnected with my sister, and met a guy who was… well… my boss. He wouldn't leave me alone unless I went with him to dinner.” I poked Hotch’s dimple lightly when he smiled in response to my joke.

We both knew that he hadn’t chased after me. He wanted to. He really, truly wanted to chase after me, but he kept his distance because he thought that it would protect me, spare the team confusion, and spare himself potential heartache. But, eventually, he budged, and he asked me out. And by budged, I mean that I forced his hand. But it was cute to think that he would’ve chased after me if things had been slightly different. Maybe if I didn’t join the BAU, the chase would’ve happened naturally. Or maybe we would’ve continued staring and smiling at each other from a distance and nothing would ever happen because we were both cowards who didn’t know how to jump headfirst into a real relationship since we had been hurt one too many times before.

“And I guess he was cute, and I guess he was sweet…” I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “And I guess he was good in bed…”

Hotch turned quickly and pressed a kiss to my lips before I could pull away from him. I smiled and pushed him back. “Tease,” he muttered under his breath.

“Shh,” I insisted. “I’m telling a story.” I sat back in my seat, swinging my legs over the arm rest between us so that my feet were on his thigh.

“That’s dangerous,” he warned.

“I trust you. Now, my story.” I hummed to myself, thinking about where I left off. “I gave up my life for a better part of a year for him and our relationship. So, I'm starting to think that this maybe might work, and the second it entered my head, he starts lying to me—”

“I didn’t lie—”

“No? What would you call what you did in Cincinnati, then?” I raised a playful brow. Hotch didn’t respond. He only licked his teeth and fell silent again so that I could continue my story. “Anyhow, he starts lying to me, yet I can’t stop thinking to myself that he’s the one, that I love him more than anything, and I’d die without him.” Hotch tore one of his hands off the wheel so that he could run his thumb over the inside of my left ankle. “And I know that I love him the way he is— even when he thinks that lying to me is the right thing to do.” Hotch squeezed my calf lightly to warn me away from accusing him of lying again. “I wanted to tell him, ‘You don't have to always be there; you don't have to change your habits… Just love me. You don't have to put the seat down; you don't have to eat avocado toast; you don't have to change a thing— Just stay with me.’ So, I try to tell him, ‘I want you— nothing but you.’ Because you take me in your arms, and suddenly everything in my life makes sense. For a moment, I forget just how dark and cold the world can get. It feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on.” I leaned forward again, pressing my palm against his cheek. He continued to watch the road, though I knew he was desperate to look at me, too. “Now I wanna hold you close— I don't ever wanna have to let you go. I don't wanna go back to the lonely life. Can we do that?”

Hotch moved to kiss my palm. “Of course.”

“Listen, when we get to my house, take a look at that town, take a look at how far I've come. I will never go back, never look back anymore. Everything bad that happened in my life stems from that place. I was missing what was perfect in my life—you and our family—but now I have you, and I never, ever want to let that go. Does that make sense?”

Hotch shrugged.

I brushed his hair back out of his face. I needed him to understand exactly what I meant, so I had to put it into terms that he could understand. “Just think about what you wanted. Think about what could be. Think about how I love you. Think of what's great about me and you. Think of the bullshit we've both been through. Think about how we’ve come so far together, and how we’ve overcome every single obstacle, no matter how tough they seemed at times. That’s not by chance, Aaron.” I gently curled my fingers around a fistful of his hair. “That’s effort that my parents never put in. That’s learning from our experiences—learning from where we came from and choosing to be better. Going back to my hometown and seeing my old life is like taking steps back on Candyland—” He chuckled at my simile. “I’m serious!” He shook off his laugh as we turned into my neighborhood and he started looking at the house numbers to figure out which one was mine. “You can’t let me stay here,” I said once I saw it at the end of the cul-de-sac. “Please, Aaron.”

“You’re being a little overdramatic, baby girl.”

“Just wait.”

I knew that once he would spend the evening with my parents, learning about my past and how spoiled and annoying I was as a kid, he would understand what I meant. I never thought in a million years I would be back there. I never thought that my parents would somehow manage to convince me to come back. Yet, as Hotch pulled into the driveway, I realized just how fucked this was.

“Mom! Dad!”

I looked over my shoulder and out my window to see Jack and Scarlet running out of the house, speeding onto the front lawn, and dashing towards our car. I smiled lightly. At least I had them. My little man and my lil’ bug. They made this trip worth it, and the upcoming dinner was going to be unbearable, but I could just hold Scarlet in my arms if I ever got upset or bored, and I would feel at home again.

Did Hotch realize how grateful I was? I mean, to be honest, I did most of the work, but the beginning was a team effort… if you catch my drift. I was so thankful that he gave me my lil’ bug Scarlet, and that he looked after us shortly after she was born, and that he was so hands on with her. I mean, he was close with Jack. He dedicated everything to his son when he was born, and even more so after Haley’s death; but Hotch was vastly different with Scarlet. With Jack, there was a level of protection that he had because of Foyet; because he didn’t want Jack to experience anything traumatic ever again. On the other hand, Scarlet hadn’t been through anything yet, and Hotch was working tirelessly to make sure it stayed that way. I would say that Scarlet was a daddy’s girl, too, which only encouraged Hotch to coddle her. I didn’t care anymore. It used to irk me that he was too overbearing with her, but since our lives had continued to turn upside down because of work, I actually appreciated Hotch’s caution with our daughter. Jack had been hurt once before, and between Hotch and I, we had been hurt over a hundred times—if I were being generous. At the very least, as her parents, we could protect Scarlet from ever enduring what the three of us had.

I swung my feet off of Hotch’s thighs so that we could both get out of the car. As I opened my door, Jack immediately jumped up, his arms sprawled so that I could catch him. I laughed as I barely made it on time. “Oh, boy!” I groaned while standing and hugging him tightly.

He was too big now to lift, and it pissed me off, but what was I supposed to do? Hurt my back more just to try to pick him up? No… As much as I missed holding him on my hip and hugging him so tight that neither of us could breathe, trying to lift him now would have been futile and simply hurtful for the two of us.

“Daddy!” Scarlet cheered as she jumped into Hotch’s arms. Like I said, daddy’s girl.

He kissed her cheeks over and over again until she pushed him away because it tickled too much. “How was your day, Ms. Scarlet?”

She poked at his cheekbones. “Good. Grandpa and Grandma played soccer with us.”

“Did you win?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not true!” Jack argued. “I won!”

I kissed his hair. “I’m sure you did, little man.”

“How was the drive?” Dad asked as he and Mom came to meet us outside, too. Hotch and I turned to face them. We told them that it was long, but nice. “Did ya work up an appetite?”

“Dad—”

“You know it,” Hotch answered over me, sending me a quick glance that begged that I would be polite.

“Good. Good.” Dad patted Hotch on the back before ushering us inside. “Celia’s been cooking up a storm all day. Hope you like steak.”

“Nothing sounds better.”

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Dinner was ready almost immediately. The family gathered in the dining room, the kids at the end so that they could draw in a coloring book that Scarlet brought with her while the adults talked on the other end. Hotch and I sat side by side, my parents across from us. This was the first time we had a chance to talk with my parents since the wedding nearly three years ago. Not that the distance was on purpose. It was just that we never had the chance to sit down like this ever. The first time they met Hotch was practically just after he proposed, but then we were called away to work. It happened like that every time. Our jobs called us out to different states all the time, my mom’s job called her out to different countries, and my dad’s job required him to be at the Academy practically 24/7. It was a miracle that we could get all four of us in the same room for Hotch’s birthday.

Not that I necessarily saw it as a miracle. Considering we had never done this before, like I said, so therefore, Hotch never really got to know them, and vice versa. What were we supposed to do if they ended up hating them? I knew I was bitching about this all day, but that was only because I was nervous. If this went awry, I wouldn’t be able to choose between my parents and my husband. I knew what my decision would be, but that was heartbreaking to even consider.

Hotch put a hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing anxiously. My attention snapped to him to see that he was sending me a look that asked if I was alright or if I needed a break. I sent him a look that said I was alright. I was just thinking… Again…

Dad cut through his slice of birthday cake that Mom made for after dinner while talking with Hotch about Cody, the Director of the FBI. For dinner, my mom made steak—which was edible—and mashed potatoes and green beans, which were there. She tried her best. Dessert was probably the best part. Hotch didn’t exactly like anything “unhealthy” since he liked to stay so fit for the field; but I made him try some of the cake on my plate, and once he did, he was convinced into having a slice of his own.

“Have you been in contact with anyone from your high school?” Mom asked me. “I heard there was some kind of class reunion a month or so ago.”

I chuckled behind my cup. “Who would I be in contact with?” I took a sip.

“I don’t know… Oh— What about Steven Teller?”

I nearly spat my drink out. “What—”

“You know! Steven!” Mom hit Dad’s shoulder, “Where did he end up going for college?”

Dad started thinking. “Hmm… Wasn’t it… Tulane?” He snapped in eureka. “Yes! That was it! Tulane. His dad told me after he graduated that he got a job working for some prestigious law firm.” My dad pointed at me, “You must have a thing for lawyers.”

Hotch leaned to the side, pulling me towards him somewhat. “Steven Teller? Isn’t that—”

I stopped him with a glare. When he fell silent, we both sat back up straight in our seats. I looked at my parents. “No, I haven’t talked to Steven. I haven’t talked to anyone. And, honestly, I don’t want to.”

“What about Tess—"

I cleared my throat. “It’s getting kind of late,” I said, checking my watch. “I want to show Aaron around before we leave. You know, brag about some old memories and stuff.”

My parents took note of the change in tone in my voice, and the way the room suddenly grew uncomfortable. They recognized that they touched some kind of nerve. They fucked up, though they weren’t sure how, and they weren’t going to pry or stop me from talking to Hotch about it all privately—which was clearly what I wanted to do. So, they let us go.

I grabbed Hotch’s hand and started pulling him towards the stairs. He hurried after me, trying to keep up with how fast I was leading him along, and even trying to tug back on me to get me to slow down, but I didn’t. We skipped up the steps and hurried down to the last room on the left. My bedroom. It hadn’t been touched or bothered since high school. It was so weird. It was like some kind of time capsule that should’ve been burned down years ago. This wasn’t who I was anymore. I had grown up so much since leaving home. Like I told Hotch, I left this place and I never looked back, and I was fine with how my life turned out. I just didn’t think my parents would keep mine and Elle’s rooms untouched like this— like they were shrines of a better past or something.

“Steven Teller. I know that name,” Hotch said, closing the door behind me. “It’s been churning in my head for six years, Y/N. How do your parents not know?”

“I’ve told you before, I didn’t tell anyone. And I’ve also told you before that I would’ve never told you or Elle if the Fisher King hadn’t let the cat out of the bag. He took pictures of it, Aaron, and then he used them to black mail me. How could I tell people that? I got those pictures back, I hid them away, and I left this place for as long as I could.”

Hotch stepped closer to me. He put his hands on my biceps and sighed. “I’d kill him if I could.”

George Foyet and the Hawai’i gang had seen up close and person how far Hotch was willing to go to get revenge on those who hurt his family. If Steven Teller were there in front of us, I had no doubts in my mind that Hotch would’ve been willing to get locked up just for the sake of putting him six feet underground.

“Remember, I told you to take a look at how far I’ve come. I told you to remember that this isn’t who I am anymore— that none of this matters to me now. What matters is being in your arms. Being with you helps me forget.” I reached up to hold his face in my hands. “It was so long ago. Aaron, I need you to believe me when I tell you that it doesn’t matter. I mean— I— It does matter… But I don’t let it define me. I don’t let it distract me from what makes me happy. You, Jack, and Scarlet make me happy. That’s all that matters. I don’t care about him. I don’t think about him. Every bad memory I have of him has been forgotten and replaced by my happy memories of you.”

Hotch wrapped his arms around my waist and he lifted me up slightly so that my toes were barely tangling over the carpet, but my face was even with his. He kissed me. After a moment, he set me back down on my feet and he let go of me.

“So, what was Y/N Greenaway into when they were in high school?” His change of topic caught me off guard, but I appreciated it. He knew that I didn’t want to talk about this because, to me, it didn’t fucking matter. And if it didn’t matter to me, it didn’t matter to him. What mattered was that I promised to show him around. He was in my old bedroom, and he wanted to finally get to know everything I never told him. “You have any fun stories to tell me about all of this?” he teased while spinning around to get a look at everything around him. He stopped when he noticed my box of vinyls. “If there isn’t a single good record in here, I’m leaving.”

I snickered. “Well, your definition of good music is definitely older than mine.”

He grinned at me while running a finger over the titles. “Are you calling me old right now?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m only one year older now, not ten.”

“Still old.”

He picked out one of the records. “Brat.” He admired the cover of A Night at the Opera by Queen. “So, this is where your love for Queen began. Who’s old now?”

“That record’s older than me.”

“So, you like old things, then. Who would’ve known?” he questioned sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the bed. “Oh,” Hotch smiled to himself, “look what we have here.”

I watched as he reached for something at the bottom of my bookshelf. I cocked a brow, figuring that he was just grabbing an old kiddie book that we could take home for Scarlet, but what I saw in his hands when he turned around absolutely mortified me. “No—” I insisted quickly, pushing myself to my knees on the mattress. “Aaron Hotchner, you put that back!”

Hotch’s wicked smile brightened as he meandered over to the bed, flipping the book open to the front page. “I always wondered when I’d get the chance to see this.”

“Aaron—” I reached out, trying to swipe the book from him, but he caught my wrist and held me steady. “I swear—”

“Behave yourself,” he narrowed his eyes, still smiling, though. He released my hand, allowing me to sit back down obediently. As he turned to the next page, he sat down next to me so that I could watch what he was doing. “Do you remember how we went through my old yearbook the night you first told me you love me?” I was going to kill him, I swear. He had to know that I would do it, and I knew how to get away with it. “And you told me that I would never, ever get to see your yearbooks.” With that snide, calculated comment that was supposed to tease me, I tried to grab the book from him again, though I knew I shouldn’t have. “Look at you, you were adorable!” I tried again. “If you don’t stop that, I will tie you to the headboard.”

“I wasn’t adorable,” I told him as I gave up trying to take the yearbook away from him. “I was nerdy and dorky. Elle was always the cool one. She knew how to play the system so that she could be popular, meanwhile, I was just focused on getting to the Academy.”

“Sounds like a fun childhood,” he teased with sarcasm hiding behind his words.

“Hey!” I punched his arm lightly. “I had fun!”

“Mhm,” he nodded sarcastically. “Was that between studying and playing D&D, or was that after you volunteered at the senior center?” He pointed to all the different pictures of me on the community service pages. 

“I’ll have you know,” I grinned, recalling a memory that would definitely get under his skin, “that it happened after the homecoming game junior year.”

He looked up at me with wide, shocked, yet still angry eyes, just as I predicted. “Please tell me it wasn’t in his car, at least.”

“Her bedroom,” I corrected. “She lived just a block away from the school, so we snuck out of the game and walked to her place. Elle never even knew I was gone.”

Hotch’s eyes dilated slightly as his mind raced with every possibility of what happened that night. “And what about your room?” he asked while looking around in order to avoid eye contact with me so that he was harder to profile.

“Her birthday the following week,” I answered, now using the same kind of smirk that he had plastered to his face only moments ago. He thought that he could get to me by looking through the yearbook and stirring up old memories, but what he failed to recognize was that I would do anything to get the upper hand on this situation again.

Hotch cleared his throat as he turned another page of the yearbook. “Oh, look!” He was trying to change the subject again, despite how obvious it was that he was thinking about what happened on that bed in high school. “It’s a picture of you and Elle.” He turned the book slightly towards me again, but I didn’t look down at it.

I leaned against him, shifting around on my knees as I got closer. When my hand brushed against his pants, Hotch cleared his throat again and nearly slammed the book shut, yet he still managed to somehow hold together his composure. “You know,” I whispered into his ear, “birthday sex is a lot of fun.”

“Was this your move in high school?” he asked me with a raspy, breathless tone.

I knew I got him, now it was just a matter of breaking him. “No.” I shook my head. “This was.” I grabbed the book, knowing that he wasn’t paying attention to it anymore, and I threw it to the floor. His hands were desperate to hold onto something now, so they immediately found my hips as I straddled him. “And then it went a little something like this…” I whispered in his ear as I started slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Your parents are downstairs,” he whispered back.

“Just like high school.” I smiled.

He laughed as he leaned in to kiss me. “You would have been bad news for me back in high school, Y/N.”

“I’m still bad news for you.” I finally got his shirt open and I quickly pushed it off his arms. His arms snaked around my waist once they were free of his blue silk shirt. “You remember Valentine’s?” He nodded before pulling me in for another kiss. I pushed him away. “Round two?”

He shook his head. “I just want you. Please.”

“Whatever the birthday boy wants…”

Hotch moaned as I lowered my hips, grinding my panties against his trousers. When he was least expecting it, I parted from our endless kisses and pushed a hand to his chest with enough force to give him the idea that he should lay back on the width of the bed. Hotch listened, his arms falling from hugging me to grabbing my hips as he laid back calmly. He stared up at me with his brown eyes dilated that were turning pure black with lust. He licked his lips, trying to forget about how nice it was to kiss me and how he wanted to do it again.

I used my hand on his chest to balance myself as I dragged my hips up towards his chest slowly, feeling the outline of his erection passing over my covered slit. As I pushed myself back down, I felt his tip hit my clit, both of us letting out an unexpected moan in response.

When I realized what happened, I put my other hand over his mouth. “You have to be quiet,” I whispered, moving my hips forwards and backwards against him. He groaned against my hand, the vibrations of his pleasure running through my hand before coursing through the rest of my body.

“Fuck me,” he begged against my hand.

I sat up entirely, moving down his thighs somewhat so that I could fidget with his pants. He groaned quietly every time my fingers accidentally passed over his throbbing length as I struggled to get his pants off as fast as possible. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, and there was only so much time we had before my parents or Jack would come looking for us. All I knew was that I wanted to fuck him and call him mine for his birthday.

We worked together to discard the rest of our clothes. While I fidgeted with his pants, his hands crumbled up the skirt of my dress, and he made a move to lift it over my head, but while he was still laying under me, he couldn’t make the aggressive move he wanted. So, he had to wait. I pulled his belt out of all of the loops, then tossed it to the side. Without hesitation, I undid his pants, my palms brushing over his erection so often he was moaning and bucking. I lifted my hips so that I could push down his pants and underwear to his ankles, and when I sat back down, I made sure that I was right over his erection.

“Baby, please. Your dress.” He tugged at the skirt of it lightly. I nodded, raising my arms over my head. He whimpered a “thank you” and sat up slightly so that he could pull my dress off my body entirely, and afterwards, he unclasped my bra with expertise. “So precious, baby girl…” he exhaled through his nose lightly before kissing my bra strap. As my fingers tangled themselves in his hair and pulled, Hotch’s cold fingers slowly started pushing my bra straps off my shoulders. The more my bra fell, the more he kissed my bare body, making his way down to my nipples. “I love you,” he whispered to me as my bra fell to the floor and he wrapped his lips around my left nipple.

I moaned, throwing my head back. “I love you, too.”

He released my left nipple and slowly went to suck on the other one, making my stomach twist in pleasure. While he was preoccupied and I was desperate for him, I reached between us so that I could take his length in my hand. He hissed quietly. When I bucked my hips up slightly, running my clothed slit up every inch of him, I felt him twitch in my hand with excitement. He wanted me, of course. I wanted him, too, but this was all about pleasing him. I was going to take my time making sure that he was served and happy.

Hotch nibbled on my nipple gently when I ran my thumb over his tip. I heard him whimper a few quiet times. So, I did it again. He released my nipple so that he could moan into my chest. I smirked and did it again.

“Baby, please—” he gasped breathlessly. “Just fuck me. Please.”

“You wanna cum for me?” I asked him before kissing his hair.

He nodded. “Yes. Please. Fuck—”

As I lifted my hips, Hotch reached between us to push my panties to the side. “Do you want to cum in me?” I teased his tip at my entrance.

“Baby girl, I want to fill you so bad…” He tried pushing my hips down, but I held steady. “You—” He gasped against my shoulder as I rolled my hips slightly. “You promised— For my—For my birthday—”

“I know, baby,” I whispered. “I know.” I just loved hearing his pleas and whimpers too much to not pry them out of him. But now that he had given himself to me and his whimpers blessed my ears, I could finally give in for him. “I’m sorry.” I started lowering myself onto every inch of him. We both let out quiet moans that filled the room. Hotch wrapped his arms around my entire body, pressing my chest against his. “I love you.”

“I love you—” He groaned and threw his head back as I settled at the base of his cock. “You treat me so well, baby girl. Thank you.”

“Shhh…” I cooed. “Fuck…”

As I started rolling my hips around him and slowly moving up and down his length, I felt myself get more worked up, encouraging me to only go faster and harder. We held each other close as I did so. He was so hard, every inch of him was throbbing inside of me, hitting exactly where I needed him most. But then there was the added stimulation of my clit grinding on his pubic bone. It made me melt.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

Slowly, but surely, my back started to tense up. The muscle that had been injured the worst during the bank explosion over a year ago was starting to act up again, which wasn’t unusual in these cases. For the most part, I was healed since then, to the point that I could participate in cases in the field without issue, and Hotch and I could have intense scenes with only minimal aches. But from time to time, I would feel it to the point that it felt like my back was screaming at me: “Please, do anything else but this!” So, I gave in. I listened to the way my body was angry at me, and I tried to shift around somewhat to calm down, but it wasn’t working.

“You okay?” Hotch asked after noticing how my pace had slowed.

I nodded slightly before cringing again. “My back…” I finally admitted. This was the worst fucking time for it to hurt. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He shook his head and sat up. “Don’t be.” He hugged me and stood, giving me time to wrap my legs around his waist. We moaned into each other’s mouths in response to the way he moved inside of me. He turned around and started carefully laying me on the bed with him still buried inside me.

“That’s a talent,” I mumbled against his lips. He chuckled. “I like being under you better, anyhow.”

Hotch leaned up to stop me from continuing my endless string of kisses. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

I nodded and bucked my hips up to encourage him. Hotch caught the hint, so he planted his feet on the ground and slowly started pulling his length out of me. When his tip was all I had inside of me, we kissed, then he thrust into me with a little more power. I moaned loudly. Hotch quickly put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I pressed a kiss against his palm to let him know that I understood that I had to be quiet, but he didn’t release me because now he was on top, and my mild bratty attitude hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. He was in Dom space now. I could see it in his eyes. Melting in with the lust and love that filled his dark eyes was a red tint that screamed: “You’re mine.” And I loved it. I loved it and I let that tint put me in my place.

He snapped his hips back and forth again a few more times. With every thrust that passed, he increased his speed and power to the point that I was a moaning mess under his hand. Everything was so muffled, but he understood that I would’ve been screaming for him if I could. I loved him. I loved how he fit in me perfectly—that it didn’t matter that we had been together nearly six years because I was still so tight for him and only him. I was his. He was mine. We were us, and that was what mattered. Being back at home, reliving a few bad memories, talking about some people I would’ve rather forget about, none of that mattered while he was towering over me.

He leaned in close and let out a shuddered breath in my ear because he was close to moaning loudly, too. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned. I nodded against his hand, letting him know that I was close, too. “Fuck…” He started attacking my neck with his lips, leaving a mild hickey that hopefully wouldn’t start forming until we were gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” There was his tell. “Y/N—” Before he could say anything else, my walls tightened around him as I tipped over the edge, encouraging him to cum, too. “Fuck!” he hissed against my skin.

“Sir,” I moaned against his hand. I bucked my hips to make sure both of us worked out our entire orgasms before slowing down and giving up. “Shit…” I slumped back, my body going limp.

He slowly pulled out of me and removed his hand from my mouth. “You okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your back?”

“I’m okay, baby, I promise.” I patted his chest. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“Thank you.” He sat up by pushing his hands on my hips, then he let go of me so that he could pull his pants up. “I don’t think we can use a towel…” he joked.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Ha. Ha.”

“Where the fuck did you throw my shirt?” he questioned while spinning in a circle to try and spot it. I giggled and reached over my head to retrieve it from the floor. I threw it at his face. “Brat,” he hissed after catching it. I smirked.

Hotch held his hand out for me, and when I took it, he carefully helped me up, keeping his eye on me to make sure that I wouldn’t break. I was still a bit sore, but it was manageable. I figured that since he was right about the towel thing, I’d have to make my way to the bathroom down the hall, and I would just grab a Motrin or something there, too.

After Hotch slid his arms back through his dark dress shirt, he moved to start buttoning it up, but I beat him to it by shooing his hands away and grabbing ahold of the hem of his shirt. As I reached the top button, my pinkie passed over the purple mark I made on his neck that was getting more and more obvious as the seconds flew by. I blushed and looked away. Hotch chuckled and lifted my chin by trapping it between his thumb and his curled index finger. My gaze met his again.

“Are you shy, baby?”

I nodded. He grinned and gripped my jaw hard. I gulped before biting my lip and feeling the way my legs gave out somewhat.

“Why, though? Weren’t you the one to mark Sir?”

I whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”

He brought me close to his lips, then lingered for a second, as if he were daring me to act out by kissing him quickly, but I obeyed by waiting. Maybe five years ago I would have given in, but now… with my parents and the kids downstairs… There wasn’t really any time, and our priorities were different. So, I waited for him to kiss me first. He smirked at my compliance, then slowly leaned in to press his lips against mine, barely even touching me at all before he pulled away.

“We should head home,” he whispered.

I whimpered. “I hate you…”

He grabbed my jaw harder. “Go clean yourself up.” He kissed me again, this time a little more passionately, then he turned to walk out and start wrangling the kids downstairs.

I let out a shaky breath as the room fell silent again. That was certainly one way to celebrate…

Once I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, downed a pain killer, then got dressed, I headed downstairs to see Hotch holding a passed out Scarlet in his arms. She was resting her chin on his shoulder while sucking on her thumb—a habit I thought we kicked about six months ago. Jack, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor in the living room while playing with Red and some of his other favorite toys. As I passed him, I kissed the top of his head. I asked if he was ready to go yet, and he nodded. I could tell that he was getting tired, and I knew that by the time we had him and Scar loaded up in the car, the two of them would be dead asleep for the whole drive home.

“Alright,” I began wrapping up the conversation Hotch was having with my parents, “I think it’s time to get them home.” Hotch agreed shortly before my parents gave in. “Thank you, guys, for looking after them today.”

“They were perfect,” my dad said.

“We’d love to have them back soon,” my mom added.

Please, no, I thought to myself, even though I was smiling and conceding. Hotch stood with Scarlet in his arms, and I kissed her temple while petting her hair. It was a miracle she lasted this long. I honestly thought that she was either going to pass out before dessert, or that dessert was going to give her a sugar high that would keep her up for the rest of the night. However, I had not anticipated that she would eat dessert and still be exhausted. I guess we got lucky.

“Oh, wait, I almost forgot!” Mom jumped to her feet and ran to the kitchen to grab something. I prayed that it wasn’t leftovers. When she returned, she was holding a wrapped gift in her hands. “Ken and I got this for you, Aaron.” She held it out for him.

Since his hands were full, he couldn’t necessarily accept it, so I offered to take Scarlet from him carefully to make sure that she wouldn’t wake up. When his hands were free, he took the gift. I watched as he eyed me for a second before starting to unwrap it.

“You guys didn’t have to do this,” he insisted politely. My mom and dad shook their heads like it was no big deal. As the wrapping fell apart, he found a black leather box in his hands. He found the zipper on the side and pulled it open. Hotch chuckled to himself. “You guys seriously didn’t have to do this.”

I peeked over his shoulder to see what it was that they got for him. It was a fancy travel-size shaving kit. It had an electric shaver, with the charging chord, it had a handheld shaver in case there was no plug-in sight, it had a full tube of shaving cream, moisturizer, aftershave, and so on. It was completely unnecessary. Like, ostentatious for no fucking reason. I almost wanted to chuckle, but it would’ve been rude, so I bit my lip and held back the urge.

“We know what it’s like to have to travel all the time for your job, so we just wanted to make sure you had a way to make sure that beard of yours never grows back,” my dad joked.

I finally let out a chuckle. “I miss the beard.”

“I don’t,” Hotch said, smiling. “Thank you both,” he said to them while zipping up the kit. “It means a lot.”

“Can we go home now?” Jack questioned, slowly stumbling into the room, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

“Yeah, buddy. You wanna say goodnight to Grandma and Grandpa?”

Jack shuffled another few steps towards my parents, and he hugged their hips lightly. After they hugged him back, he meandered towards his dad who kneeled down to let Jack crawl onto his back to carry him the same way JJ liked to carry Henry. Jack slumped against Hotch. He flung his arms around his dad’s neck and trapped his legs around his waist. When he was steady, Hotch stood up straight.

“Seriously, thank you both for tonight. We had a lovely time,” Hotch said to my parents.

“We’ll call you guys in a couple of days to see if you want to do this again,” I offered. Scarlet started fussing in my arms. “Okay, okay, we’re going.” Hotch and I slowly started making our way to the front door. Dad skipped around us so that he could hold the door open for us since we were a little pre-occupied. “I love you,” I said while passing him and kissing his cheek. He kissed mine, too.

“Drive safe,” he begged.

“We will.”

Hotch headed down the front steps, then turned to make sure I could navigate them safely while not being able to see around Scarlet. When I made it down, we walked side by side to the car. Since Scarlet was certainly smaller than Jack, I was able to balance her in one arm long enough to open the backseat to put her down and buckle her in quietly, then run around to the other side to help Hotch get Jack in since he passed out on our way to the car, too. When they were settled, I chuckled. They were still so young and innocent. I almost envied their ability to fall asleep so quickly and in such uncomfortable positions.

Hotch sighed and snaked his arms around my waist. “I love you.”

I rested my head back on his shoulder. “I love you, too.” I slowly spun around. “Happy birthday, baby.”

He kissed me. “Probably my best birthday yet.”

“Suck up.”

“I try.” He kissed me again until we both melted and smiled against each other’s lips.

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