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sinkovia · 8 months

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Coffee Shop: V

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

You work at a small cafe that Simon starts visiting when he’s not deployed.

Coffee Shop Masterlist

You had just finished preparing Simon's daily cup of tea, and the familiar routine of waiting for him to walk in filled the cafe. Playing with the hem of your apron, you eagerly anticipated his arrival, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you stole glances at the clock on the wall.

However, worry began to creep in as minutes passed, and he was late. Your mind started to conjure worst-case scenarios. What if something had happened on his walk here, especially with the rain outside? Concern etched your features as you walked around the counter, making your way to the glass door, peering off to the side he usually approached from. Yet, there was nobody in the distance.

Trying to calm your racing thoughts, you considered the possibility that something might have come up for him. Sighing, you walked back to the counter, putting your own money in the register before taking a sip of the tea you had made for him. Pulling out a new book, you attempted to distract yourself by reading, but frustration lingered as your gaze kept involuntarily drifting towards the door, hoping to see him walk in at any moment.

As your break arrived, any hope that he would show up today dwindled away. Alone at his usual table, you sighed, looking at the small droplets of rain running down the glass window, the cafe feeling emptier without his presence.

Your day had been painstakingly slow without Simon's presence; the coffee shop seemed grey and dull without him sitting at his usual table. As your shift ended, you tried to convince yourself that you would see him tomorrow, hoping for a more lively and enjoyable day.

However, the next day, during Simon's usual arrival time, you waited patiently for him to walk through the door. Thirty minutes passed, and Simon still hadn't arrived.

With his absence it was now crystal clear that you developed feelings for him, and the warmth he brought to the cafe seemed to dissipate with his absence. It was an unexpected void that left you feeling unsettled.

Two weeks went by, and you couldn't shake the concern that something might be wrong. You replayed the last interactions in your mind, wondering if you had unintentionally upset him. The possibility that something bad had happened to him haunted your thoughts.

The cafe felt emptier without him, and you found yourself missing him more than you had anticipated. The smiles and small talks, the routine exchanges, all became voids that echoed his absence.

The realization that you had grown more attached than you anticipated hit you, and you regretted not asking for his number the last time you saw him. The uncertainty about his well-being and the absence of his presence weighed heavily on your mind, creating a void in both your heart and the cafe.

Millions of miles away from you, and you were still on Simon's mind. Each morning when he woke up and made himself tea in the rec room, he would almost grimace at the taste.

"Tastes like a bloody burnt tire."

He missed the way you made his tea. Occasionally, when he walked into Price’s office, and it smelled strongly of coffee, he couldn't help but think of you. The way you would wait on him with his tea ready, the warm smile you gave him when he walked in, the inviting aroma of freshly baked goods and coffee beans—your presence that made him feel warm.

Despite his best efforts to push thoughts of you away, Simon often found himself trying to convince himself that he was only thinking about you so much because he missed the tea you made. It was a futile attempt at self-deception, as the truth lingered in the warmth and familiarity your presence brought into his life.

Simon told Johnny and Gaz about how good your tea was and how you went on a ten-minute rant about a book he had just started reading and accidentally spoiled the whole thing for him. Johnny gave Gaz a knowing look, and they both smirked.

"Is she the lil lass that drew that for you?" Johnny motioned to the colorful bookmark sticking out of the book you had lent Simon. Glancing down at it, he took it out and handed it to Johnny.

"Yeah."

Johnny looked at the goldfish in a tank and laughed, handing the bookmark to Gaz. "What’s with the dog shooting up a civilian?" Gaz laughed, scanning over the details.

"Told her the half-a-dog joke. She didn’t want to draw a dead dog, so she drew that."

"Cute," Gaz intentionally said, and Simon unintentionally glanced at him with a look in his eye. Gaz widely grinned at Johnny, who just smiled back.

Simon took another bookmark from the front page of the book, handing it to Johnny. "Drew this one too."

Johnny's jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide as he flipped it towards Gaz, whose face mirrored Johnny's when his eyes went to the drawing of Simon.

“You taking her on a date when you get back?”

“No.”

“Ghost, you gotta be out of yer damn mind not to wife up a lass that draws for you, lends you her books, and makes a good cup.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely into you, mate.”

“I don’t like her, she just knows how to make a good cup.” Simon tucks the bookmarks back into the book you gave him; he's halfway through it. His eyes linger on the drawing of him before he turns his attention back to the boys.

“You should take us to this little cafe, wanna see how good her cup is since it's L.t approved.” Johnny smiled while glancing at Gaz. Simon rolled his eyes as Price entered the rec room, telling them it was time to go to the helo for the mission.

Before he knew it, Simon, Johnny, and Gaz were on their way back to Simon's place, all eager to meet the girl that Simon clearly had feelings for. Simon rested his head against the helo, his mind filled with thoughts of you. He couldn't deny the fact that he was ready to come back home, to see you waiting behind the counter with that smile that always seemed to make him feel complete.

You sighed as you leaned on the counter with your head in your hand, the book in your hand failing to erase the boredom that plagued you. The door opened, and your eyes grew wide as your smile stretched wide. "Simon! You’re back!"

Simon fought back a smile, hoping the boys didn’t see, but both Johnny and Gaz noticed, their faces reflecting shock and disbelief as they looked at him.

"Didn’t know the L.t smiled."

"It’s uncanny."

Simon walked up to the counter, and you couldn’t stop smiling up at him, not even noticing the two men he was with. "I thought you moved away or got hit by a car and died."

"No love, just deployed." Your brows lifted in shock, he's in the military? It made sense given his stature.

Johnny stepped in front of Simon and extended his hand to you. "Names Johnny, I’m Gho-Simon's mate."

You smiled as you grabbed his hand and lightly shook it. "Y/n."

"Y/n, you have a lovely name. You can call me Kyle, lov—"

Simon pushed past them, cutting Gaz off. "We'll have three teas, love. Same as I take it." You grabbed the money and smiled up at him. "I’ll bring them to your table."

"Thanks, love." He smiled slightly down at you before turning and leading the boys to his usual table.

You couldn’t help but smile the entire time you were making their tea, stealing glances at Simon every so often, meeting his gaze a few times before quickly turning your attention back to the cups.

Simon cursed himself, hoping you just thought he was trying to get a peek at the teas you were making. Johnny and Gaz knew they needed to kick it up a notch, just to see how far they could push Simon before he admitted he had feelings for you.

"So, is the lil lass single?" Simon dead-eyed Johnny, "Yes."

His gaze softened as you approached with a tray in your hands. Gently setting it on the table, you placed their cups in front of them. Taking a napkin from your apron, you set it down in front of Simon before placing his cup on top of it. He glanced down at the black letters on the napkin.

‘It’s good to have you back :)’ he smiled up at you, and you felt your insides doing somersaults.

Johnny took a sip of the tea, and his eyes grew wide. "Steaming Jesus! This is the best bloody tea I’ve ever had!" Your brows lifted, and your smile grew wide. "Really? I’m so glad you like it."

Simon stared at Johnny, unamused. You heard the door open, excusing yourself to make your way behind the counter again. As Johnny and Gaz continued to taunt him, Simon tuned them out, his gaze bouncing from you to the man who walked in.

You smiled at the man who came in, “What would you like, sir?” He smiled down at you before looking up at the menu. “Could I get a black coffee and a scone.”

“Of course, that will be 7.50.” He handed you the money, and as you reached over to take it, he slightly pulled it away. You furrowed your brows and looked up at him.

“Let me get your number, dollface.” You awkwardly laughed and met Simon's gaze. He gripped the mug slightly, and Gaz slightly looked over, catching the man in his peripheral.

“I actually can’t give my number out; it's against the store rules.” You knew better than anyone that it's better to lie than to hurt a man's ego and it gets you killed. Your intuition was screaming out at you.

“I don’t see a manager anywhere.” He proceeded to grab a napkin and write his number on it, sliding it to you. You looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

Simon got up and walked over to the counter. “Could I get a cup of chai, love?” He slightly bumped into the guy when he handed you the money.

“Hey, pal, watch it—” The man turned only to come face to face with Simon's chest. He furrowed his brows and looked up at him. Simon glared down at him with a cold look in his eyes.

You snatched the money from the man's hand, “I’ll get your orders out in just a minute.”

The man ripped his gaze away from Simon, turning back to you. “Make mine to go.” You nodded before getting to work on both of their orders, and Simon made his way back to the table.

Gaz smirked, “Someone’s jealous.”

“Fuck off, she was clearly uncomfortable.”

“Didn’t know you liked chai, L.t.” Simon took a long sip of his tea, his gaze bouncing from you to the man.

“It’s not for me.”

You handed the coffee and pastry over to the man, “Don’t forget to call.” He winked at you, and you awkwardly diverted your attention away. Simon watched him leave and get into his car.

You put your money in the register before grabbing a few pastries you thought Simon and his friends might like – two danishes, a chocolate donut, and a scone. You put them on a tray with the chai tea before walking around the counter, smiling as you approached the table.

You gently set the tray down, “I bought you guys some pastries. I didn’t know what you liked, so I brought a few different things.”

Johnny pulled out his wallet, “How much are they?” You put your hand out and shook your head, “No, it’s my treat. I have to treat the people that my friend cares about just as well.”

“Friend?” Simon’s voice was gruff as he asked, and you nervously fiddled with the hem of your apron, “Yeah, we’re friends, right?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Your face visibly dropped as the words left his mouth, and he mentally cursed at himself. He didn't mean for it to come out that way, but could he really call you his friend? To him, you were just the girl that made a good cup of tea… right?

If you were just that to him, then why was he so worried that he hurt your feelings? Why was his mind searching for something to say to you?

Gaz cuts in, “What he really means is best friend. He would not shut up about how good your tea was on base.”

You smile, your heart warming and swelling at the fact that he thought about you while he was away. “Really? Is that what made you guys come down?”

“Yup, had to see what lil lass made a Brit head over heels for the way she made tea.” You smile and look over to Simon.

“That’s so sweet of you, Simon.”

Again. That same warmth envelops him.

“The cup is for you, love.” He motions toward the chai, and you smile. “Oh! Thank you.” You smile and pick the cup up, turning.

“Woah, lass, come sit. Enjoy the pastries with us.” You turn around facing Johnny. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, let me go put my apron in the back real quick.” You place your cup down on the table and walk into the back of the cafe.

“Her best friend? Really, Gaz?” Simon leans back in the chair.

Gaz points his finger at him, “Hey, if it weren’t for me, her feelings would still be hurt.” Johnny just hums as he reaches over, grabbing the chocolate donut. “She’s into you, L.t., and you need to admit that you’re into her too.”

“I’m not into her.” Simon gruffly says, looking away.

You emerge from the back and take a seat next to Simon since his friends are sitting across from him. You scoot in and take a sip of your tea before glancing at Johnny, who is already halfway done with his donut.

“I can get you some donuts to go if you’d like?”

“Do you sell them by the dozen?” he manages to mutter out in between bites.

You laugh, “yeah, we do.”

“I'll take two dozen before I leave.”

Gaz, who's sitting directly across from you, leans in, resting his elbows on the table.

“You know Simon here is a lieutenant.” Your eyes grow wide, and you turn your body to face him.

“I didn't know that, wow, that's really impressive. I didn't know he was in the military until today.”

Gaz furrows his brows, “He didn't tell you he was deploying?” You shake your head after taking another sip.

“No, I was worried he moved away or something bad happened, you know? The cafe was so boring this past month.”

Johnny lightly elbows Gaz, who has a grin on his face. “Why didn't you tell her you were deploying, Lt.? You had your friend worried about you.”

Simon rolls his eyes at Johnny, who has a smug face. Then he turns to you. “I didn't think you would care, that's all.”

“Of course I cared. It was raining the first day you were gone. I peeked outside just in case a car hit you or you slipped and cracked your head.” You lightly laugh, and Simon, to the best of his might, tries to hide the smile that's forcing its way to his features. He loses the battle when he looks down at you – your warm smile, the look in your eyes as you gaze up at him, the smell of your chai tea.

Again. The warmth envelops him from within.

Johnny rested his head in his hand, “So that man who gave you his number, you fancy him?” You furrow your brows and shake your head. You glance at Simon and make eye contact with him before quickly looking away.

“No, never. He clearly didn’t catch the hint, and the way he just forcefully gave me his number? He’s such a creep.” You quickly glance at Simon again.

Once more, you meet his gaze before he quickly looks away. You can't help but look down and slightly smile to yourself.

The four of you converse with each other. Johnny talks most of the time about Scotland and Betsy, a cow on the farm his parents owned. Gaz tells some story about a crackhead trying to give him a lap dance on the metro. Simon just watches as you laugh at the jokes the boys tell you.

You glance at the clock and sigh, “I have to get back to work. Thank you for letting me sit with you guys; it was fun.”

When you disappear into the back of the cafe again, Gaz leans in before discreetly tapping Johnny. “You wouldn't mind if I…you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I ask y/n for her number. She’s cute.”

Simon's face hardens as he looks down at Gaz, and his grip on the mug tightens. Not because he’s jealous, of course. Not because he wants you to only give him attention.

“No.” Gaz furrows his brows, “No as in you don’t mind if I ask her?”

“No as in no. No man on this planet could deserve someone like her. I don't think she should find another man.” Gaz aggressively grabs Johnny's knee and shakes it back and forth. Johnny clears his throat before speaking.

“Right, right. So what do you mean by y/n finding another man? You’re insinuating that she already has a man, so she shouldn’t find another?”

Simon furrows his brows, “I didn't say another man. I said I don’t think she should find a man; she’s fine the way she is. A man in her life would just ruin her.”

“No, no, you definitely said you didn’t want her to find another man.” Simon rubs the space between his eyes. He knew what he said but he wasn't about to admit that.

“You know what I meant.”

Gaz and Johnny glance at each other, “Yeah, we know exactly what you meant, L.t.”

Another hour passes, and you see the boys get up from the table. Johnny walks over to the register, asking for two dozen donuts. You motion him towards the pastry glass, letting him choose what flavors he wanted.

Gaz stuffs a few packets of sugar in his pocket while you're occupied, and Simon just stands near the register, gazing at you. After you ring up Johnny, both him and Gaz walk out of the cafe, and just as Simon's about to leave, he turns towards you.

“Thank you for the pastries, Love.”

“Oh, of course. Just a little welcome back treat… I’m glad you made it back safe. It was so boring here without you; I’m glad you're back.” Simon couldn't hide the toothy grin as the words left your mouth.

“Hmm, you missed me?” You rubbed the edge of the counter with your finger, your smile wide as you looked up at him.

“Yeah, the cafe was so dull without you.”

That same warmth filled Simon’s chest, a foreign feeling that always seemed to be present whenever you were around.

“I'll bring your book tomorrow; I finished it.” Your brows lifted up. “Will you tell me what you thought about it?”

“Of course, love.”

Simon's gaze was stuck on your warm smile. “Okay, cool. Walk safe, Simon.”

“Thank you, love.”

The entire way back to his house, Gaz and Johnny would not shut up about how you two were clearly so into each other. It was almost a crime that Simon hadn’t asked you on a date.

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bloomzone · 3 months

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GLOW UP DIARY#6 : ROMANTICIZING YOUR LIFE

"Another day ahead, don't wanna leave the bed you're looking at the mirror, see the tears covered in redI know that you've been cold this whole time but now I'm here to make it end"

-straykids (track : youtiful)

hi blossoms it's been so long since I posted. . . 🥹 miss you... Anyway I want to inform that I opened my study motivation/daily life account follow me there if u want ! ( @bloom-diary )

’-Finding Beauty in the Ordinary

🍒: Boring days can feel endless and uninspiring, but they hold the potential for something special. By shifting your perspective, you can uncover the magic hidden in the mundane. Embrace the challenge of transforming those dull moments into opportunities for joy and creativity. Together, we'll explore simple ways to romanticize your daily life, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. Remember, even the most uneventful days can become cherished memories with the right mindset. Let's make every day a little more magical!

#6.HOW TO ROMANTICIZING EVERYDAY LIFE

u can take your journey of romanticizing life to the next level embracing meaningful practices that can transform your everyday experiences into moments of joy and inspiration(remember that no matter how life get bad u can start again:) ). Start by creating rituals that bring calm and intention to your daily routine—whether it’s a peaceful morning routine or a relaxing evening wind-down. Allow yourself to explore new places and embark on mini-adventures to break free from routine and discover the beauty around you. Connect with your creativity through personal projects and let your imagination flourish. Remember, nourishing your well-being with mindful eating and enjoyable activities can elevate your mood and bring satisfaction. Embrace the changing seasons by celebrating them with special activities and fresh décor. Build a cozy personal sanctuary where you can reflect and recharge, and deepen your connections with others through meaningful gatherings. Practice gratitude regularly, and seek out beauty in both the big and small moments of life. Embrace these practices with an open heart, knowing that each effort you make will enrich your life and help you find joy in the ordinary.

FIND BEAUTY IN THE SMALL THINGS :

Romanticizing life involves finding beauty and joy in the everyday moments. Here’s a guide to help you embrace this mindset:

# 1.Slow Down and Be Present

- Mindfulness: Practice mindfulness by paying attention to the present moment without judgment.

- Savor Daily Routines:Turn mundane tasks into rituals. For example, enjoy making your morning coffee or tea,make ur bed in the morning..

# 2.Create a Cozy Atmosphere

- Decorate Your Space: Add personal touches to your living space, like lights, plants, or cozy blankets it will give u motivation to have a productive day

- Ambient Lighting: Use candles or soft lighting to create a warm and inviting environment

# 3.Indulge in Simple Pleasures

- Nature Walks: Take walks in nature, paying attention to the sights, sounds, and smells.

- Reading: Find a cozy spot to read books that inspire and transport you.

- Enjoy a Homemade Dessert: Bake cookies, brownies, or a cake and savor each bite try new recipes

# 4.Cultivate a Sense of Wonder

- Explore: Visit new places, even if they are in your local area.

- Learn: Pick up a new hobby or skill that excites you new languages....

# 5.Embrace Your Senses

- Music: Create playlists that uplift or calm you.

- Creating a Sensory Jar: Fill a jar with items like sea shells, dried flowers, or colored sand for a visual and tactile experience or just memories from break days..

# 6.Practice Gratitude

- Journaling: Keep a gratitude journal to note down things you’re thankful for each day.

- Appreciation: Take time to appreciate the little things, like a beautiful sunset or a delicious meal.

# 7. Dress for Joy

- Wear What You Love: Dress in clothes that make you feel good, even if you’re not going anywhere special. (Ikr wasting a good outfit in a boring day is suck 😔)

- Accessorize: Use accessories that add a touch of elegance or fun to your outfits.

#8. Nurture Relationships

- Quality Time: Spend meaningful time with friends and family.

- Thoughtful Gestures: Show appreciation through small, thoughtful gestures.

#9. Celebrate Yourself

- Self-Care: Regularly engage in self-care activities that rejuvenate you.

- Achievements: Celebrate your achievements, no matter how small.

# 10. Capture Memories

- Photography: Take photos of moments that make you happy.

- Scrapbooking: Create a scrapbook or digital album to look back on fond memories.

─ㅤ⊹ㅤ𓈒 May this guide inspire you to see the beauty in your daily life and cherish every moment.

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nan0ka · 4 months

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𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇♡𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄⁰²

summary. he promises to take good care of your flower, because you remind him of a rose.

content. highschool au, fluff, slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, umemiya may seem ooc, little angst.

wordcount. ~2.81k.

❨📁❩ ← previous. ❨🗂️❩ → masterlist. ❨📁❩ → next.

　“YOU'RE back.”

As you heard steps coming you closer, your gaze went to the side and you saw the boy you met weeks ago. This time he looked a lot healthier. A lot better. A lot prettier. You stared at him dead into the eye before observing him little by little while laying your watering to the side. Now you stood upright, your body turned to his direction. He looked happier. And you looked somehow emptier.

"Of course!" his voice seemed to be full of enthusiasm. "I'm here to pick up my rose."

His blue eyes shone brighter than any stars in the nightsky. His calm smile resembled the quiet moon. And yet his demeanor was similar to the sun. His presence felt alive. You did say if he looked healthier the next time you met, you'd give him one of your precious pink roses as a gift. Your flowers are important to you, you were pretty greedy about giving them away. You mean, you didn't promised it.

But you still wanted to at least keep your word.

"You remembered."

"Like I'd forget."

Whenever he smiled, it seemed like the sun was blessing him itself. Was it because the sun liked his silly smile? If it did, you would fully understand. His smile was beautiful. Really beautiful. Your eyes went back to the flowers and searched for the roses. And suddenly you remembered something. You can't give a rose away. Right. There was a reason why you planted them at first place.

"Right." you mumbled. "They're not available right now."

"What." his smile was replaced with a confused face. "Why?"

"I only planted six buds." you started. "For my sister's sixth birthday. Because she said she wanted roses to her sixth birthday. She's going to be a big girl now."

"Oh."

Your eyes darted back to him. He looked disappointed. Really disappointed. You almost felt guilty. For saying something and not keeping your word. But your little sister was still your priority number one. "Sorry." you apologized briefly. And suddenly, a smile formed on his face. Why was he smiling? He was weird. For what did he smile so happily after getting disappointed that bad?

"It's fine." was his response.

"Aren't you disappointed?" you didn't understand.

"Yes, I am. But it's for your younger sister, isn't it? Tell her I said happy birthday." he smiled. "But I still want a rose. Can you plant new ones?"

"Sure." you nodded slowly. "And I'll tell her."

"How long does it take for a rose to bloom?" he asked.

"Maybe three years. If you're unlucky then four—"

"Three years?!"

You winced at his loud voice. He looked surprised, and a bit shocked. "Yeah. Didn't you know? I think I have some buds in my backpack." you reached out for your red backpack and rummaged through it. "Found them." with that you took out some buds and placed your backpack on the ground again. "However, they need to be set in water for a while." you studied the buds before looking at him again.

"Let me help you!"

"Uhm... Sure I guess."

The smell of freshly-brewed coffee reached your nose as you snapped out of your thoughts. You stared at Kotoha's attentive hand movements while she served the elderly lady her afternoon coffee. "Kotoha-chan's coffee is the best in the town. Thank you, sweetie." the lady gave your friend the calmest smile before turning back to mind her own business to read her newspaper.

"You're exaggerating." a chuckle, which sounded pleasant in your ears, left her lips.

She quickly made her way back behind the counter to continue her work. The silence was nice. Enjoyable. The thing you like the most in this dine-in restaurant. Pothos was your second favorite place of all time after all. You sat there all day if you had some thoughts lingering in your mind. You looked down. The warm cup of cacao in your hands left a trail of savory smoke in the air.

"You seem distracted."

"And you always notice."

"It's not difficult to notice, [name]." she chuckled again while drying the glass. "What's wrong? Wanna talk?"

You watched her as she placed the glass on the table, moving forward to the next one while also having an open ear for you. "Don't know actually..." you started. "Actually. I really seem to... be quiet. I always listen to people's stories and keep my mouth shut the whole time. I don't know what to say. But if I stay quiet all the time, I'll fade into the background and feel forgotten. What if—"

"You're wondering what if the people, I hold dear to my heart, forget about me, right?" she finished your sentence.

"...Mhm."

"You're overthinking, you know?" a smile found itself on her lips, lightening up the gloomy mood.

" 'think so?" you looked up to her.

"Sure you are. I mean, it does depends on the person honestly. But the most of them really love people who listen to them. And sometimes they also feel annoying, because they think they get on your nerves too." her round amber eyes met [e/c] ones. "Maybe you should just leave few comments to make sure they know you're listening." her smile reminded you of his smile.

And her words calmed your thoughts down. "Thank you, Kotoha-san. Your advices are really helpful." you showed your gratitude with a small smile on your lips. It's a rare sight. You smiling. Your mouth-ends moving up. You showing some positive emotions. A shame that her brother missed it. "You think Hajime would forget someone like me?"

"Nah." she shrugged her shoulders slightly, the smile drops at the mention of her 'brother'. "If it would happen... He probably would be insane to."

This time the answer didn't satisfied you. You did trust her. Of course you did. But something in your head denies it. Your eyes went to your cup of cacao again. It's getting cold. Your drink is getting cold. The feeling of warmth left your hands, letting them feel a bit cold even though it's spring. "—How about you ask him yourself?" this suggestion lets you flinch a little as you looked up to her.

"I'd never—"

"Mhm. Sure, yeah." she rolled her eyes with a grin.

Out of nowhere the door was slammed open, letting the little bell ring. Your head immediately turned to side, shocked at the sudden intrusion. But you calmed down again, as you saw an overly excited man stepped a foot into the restaurant. "Speak of the devil." the owner sighed at the very familiar person who finally looked up from the door. "And stop slamming the door, Ume."

"Ko-To-Ha!~"

His excitment could be seen kilometers away. You shook your head and you stared at the man who opened his arms. "I missed—" the moment his eyes were set on you, he froze mid sentence. There you sat comfortably, on the stool right infront of the counter. "[name]-chan." he called out your name as he began to literally sparkle. "[name]-chan!" he screamed happier than ever and ran forward.

How could he not?

"No hugs." you furrowed your eyebrows slightly and placed your palm against his chest to stop him from wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh, how I missed the both of you! How jealous I am! I also want to laugh and giggle with you two." he beamed.

"We literally saw us each other yesterday." Kotoha and you answered simultaneously.

"Ah Kotoha, you look as cute as ever! I think all types of hairstyles suit you! Don't get me started about you [name]-chan!—" he started to ramble, only for you to shut his voice out of your

You only sighed again as your eyes landed on his companion, standing behind him. Short grey hair which was straightened back. Piercing green eyes. And the furin uniform. Compared to Umemiya's uniform, the jacket was rather short. "Nice to see you again, [lastname]-san." the annoyed and tired face was replaced with a polite smile.

"I only can say the same, Hiragi-san." you nodded. "We didn't see each other for while."

He only chuckled and began to tell you how tiring the leader can be while you listened quietly. Hiragi Toma, one of the few 'delinquents' you accepted. Sure you despise violence and most delinquents, but you learned that violence isn't always bad. And furin uses it for good reasons for the last two years. Can they even be called delinquents? Umemiya Hajime, the man who changed the perspective of a whole damn town.

Umemiya Hajime, the man who showed you another world.

A smile formed on Umemiya's lips, while he was watching the two of you. "I'm glad they understand each other." he turned to Kotoha with the biggest smile. "[name] doesn't need many people by her side. She'd even do fine with only you. But I enjoy seeing her be comfortable around my friends!" he sat down on the stool next to you while staring at his sister doing an omurice for him to eat. "One day I'll show her the world I live in—"

"—By the way. [name]-san wondered if you would ever forget her. Silly question if you ask me. But she wasn't entirely sure if it was true." the burgundy-haired girl broke through your thoughts once again. "How about you answer her?"

Not only hiragi stopped talking, you also stopped in your tracks. You slowly turned to the mature girl with hurt in your eyes which was hard to recognize. Only people you know long enough would notice the change on your face. "Huh?" Umemiya slowed down with his rant as soon as his sister interrupted him. "[name] asked?" he turned to you, confusion visible to your eye.

But the confusion turned turned to a sad puppy face. "[name] after all these years you spent with me. You ask me such a question?" he looked betrayed. You sweatdropped at first, before nodding your head slowly. A sob escapes his lips which made you deadpann. "You really..." the playfulness wasn't present anymore in just seconds, while he was looking at you with a serious gaze, yet he smiled.

"Do you doubt me?"

"What if I do."

"I don't know, but you must to trust me if I say I'd never forget. Because I honestly would never forget you."

On the inside you were dying because of heat and you're really lucky they couldn't see it on the outside as you heard his every word. How could you even have distrust if the person you're talking about is Umemiya Hajime? You felt a bit ashamed. Your eyes wandered around his face to see his features. "I'd be crazy otherwise." he chuckled and watched how red your ears got.

"And you make me go crazy..." you avoided his gaze at all costs with an embarrassed sigh and stood up to take your leave. "I'm leaving."

With that you took out your purse and left the money for your half-drunken chocolate milk on the table next to the now cold cup. You quickly turned around and wanted to step out of Pothos, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist. "Please wait until I'm down with my omurice. I want to accompany you home." as soon as your head went to Umemiya again, you could see how he grinned.

"..."

"Promise I'll finish it fast." he tried to convince you. "And you can drink up your chocolate milk without wasting your money!"

At the end you stayed. To make your money worth it. For the drink. Not him.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

　"Bye bye, Koto'-chan, Hiragi-san." you waved your goodbye.

"Get home safely, yeah?" Kotoha smiles at you.

"Take care of her." Hiragi looked at his leader who nodded with a grin.

"I will! But you both also need to take care, okay?"

With that he turned his back to him, just like you and walked by your side. Every time he feels your presence beside him, it excites him so much. The bubbly feeling in his chest is killing him. Every time your hand brushes against his, it makes him going crazy. He can't possibly smile any seconds longer, because it's hurting his cheeks. Even if those are only accidental touches.

Umemiya Hajime can't keep himself from staring at you. You look like a woman out of a gorgeous oil painting. Everytime you set a foot into the same room as him, his eyes are glued on you. And if you catch his staring, you get easily embarrassed. Your ears always turn red. Or sometimes even your cheeks. It's like you're wearing the most expensive blush. And the way you bat your eyelashes at him.

He is close to touch you, wrap his arms around you and shower you with all of his affection, but of course he'll try to hold himself back. He doesn't want to make you feel comfortable. He knows that physical touch isn't your thing. But why are you making this so hard? The only thing he can do right now, is staring at you. And even if he'd bump into a street lamp, it doesn't matter.

"We're there." you said. He can hear jow you're taking out your keys. Your eyes wandered to him as soon as you opened your apartment door.

"..."

"Quit gawking at me."

"Can't."

Now you're hesitating to continue. "Why?" it felt dry in your mouth. You're preparing for the worst.

"Too pretty."

Your wide eyes, full of confusion, shot up to see if he's just joking. Oh. Umemiya is not joking. He's smiling, yet you can see a slight desire. You can only see it if you look closely, because he's always so good in hiding things. He's actually a bit of a sly man if you're gonna be honest. "Snap out of it already." you sighed and got into your apartment, while turning to face his direction, but your gaze was on the floor.

"Get home... safely."

Is it possible for his smile to widen at your rather shy behaviour? The silence is getting louder and louder with every second passing, making you quite uncomfortable. Umemiya looks at your ears that were turning red in the moment. His finger twitched at that. His hand moved up and reached out for you. Only for you to look up because of the silent awkwardness.

The first thing you saw how his hand stopped, centimeters away from your cheek. You blinked. One time. Two times, three times, four times, five— Your cheeks fired up immediately as you grabbed his wrist. He was also observing your features as he kept his mouth shut. Since when was he so quiet? Since when was it this awkward for the both of you? Or was it only unpleasant for you?

"..."

"...May I.. touch your face?" his question makes you go redder.

"...Mhm." you nodded slowly, your hand stayed around his wrist but the grip was loose.

He smiles again. This time, the smile was softer than the usual ones. It was different from what ever you've gotten before. This smile reminds you of the one from yesterday. Has he ever gifted someone this kind of smile? You watched him as he tucked your [h/c] hair strands behind your ear before his hand brushed against your cheek softly. The warmth of his calloused palm was really nice.

Until he pulled back.

"...Wait." you stopped him.

And with that you ran into your room, leaving him to let him stand there like some idiot. Not a minute after, rushed steps were heard as he watched how you stopped infront of him while panting a little. In your hand was a pink rose. "Take this." you pushed the rose gently into his hand. "It's my favorite. And it's only three days old... If you take care of it really well, it'll live eleven days more."

"Promise, I'll take good care of the rose."

"That makes me happy... See you, Hajime."

His eyes widened as you gave him a smile and closed the door. It was a small one, almost unseen by him. Such lovely lips you have. Oh how Umemiya wished for you to smile more. You're alluring. If you would give him a brighter smile, he would definitely freak out. If only you knew that you're pretty like the rose. You leaned your head against the door with a completely red face. You couldn't hold it in anymore.

"How... embarrassing." you muttered and closed your eyes.

"She's divine like you, you know?" he whispered to the rose you gave him just minutes ago. "Sorry buddy, but..." he smiled happily and looked at the door.

"She's prettier than you."

- NAN0KA [ may 31st, 2024 ]

#wind breaker x reader #hajime umemiya x reader #umemiya hajime #umemiya hajime x reader #wind breaker #hajime umemiya #anime #manga

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jadeee · 9 months

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Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

#divider by cafekitsune #madebyjade #nanami kento #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen

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polakina · 7 months

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how they show you they love you

call of duty headcanons #7

hc masterlist // masterlist

finished shadow and bone today...for the fourth time of watching it...i still miss it :(

rating: explicit

quality time and physical touch

likes to be near you all the time

preferably with a hand on you, even a tamed one

hand resting on your thigh in the car, palm on your lower back walking through town, stroking your shin while your legs rest over his lap on the sofa when you're watching a movie

always feels calmer when he's near you

never likes to do things alone. even simple things like cooking or tidying the house

finds much more enjoyment in doing it with you

his favourite thing to do is to cook with you

likes to be the taster for new concoctions you've created

leaves you in charge of the music, often using the spare time between cooking to dance in the kitchen with you

if you go out on an idle shopping trip, or even just to pick up a package, he's often following you out of the door to join you

even if you say you'll only be five minutes, he's still grabbing his jacket

brings his work into the living room, his laptop, his paperwork, everything

will sit beside you while you read or work and keep you company

is a domestic partner at heart

doesn't feel like physical touch has to always be of the sexual nature

his favourite way to wind down is to have you led on his chest, while his fingers drift through your hair

its calming, for the both of you

often times, it sends you to sleep in minutes, but it calms him, makes him forget about the stress he'd endured during the day

acts of service

he never asks if you need help, not really, but if he notices you struggling with something, he's there in a second to help you

if you mention you're running low on something, it somehow appears the next day

he's very intuitive. somehow, you don't know how and you don't plan on asking, but he's figured out your cycle

every month, a day or two before your period starts, the bathroom is restocked with sanitary products, the kitchen is stocked with your favourite snacks, and the medicine cabinet is loaded with everything to ease your monthly pain

he always woke before you, knowing you hated early mornings, but he knew exactly when you'd wake up in a morning

it was always the same time

so there was always a coffee waiting on the bedside table, still hot when you opened your eyes

and he knew you hated doing the laundry, but you loved taking it out of the dryer, so he'd make sure there was half an hour after you woke up before the dryer finished its cycle

he knew your favourite smell was freshly dried linen

liked to help, with anything

felt sort of prideful if you came to him with something

even just a knot in the laces of your shoes, he looked indifferent as he silently took your shoe and meticulously undid the knot, but he had a little glow in his chest when he handed it back to you

gift giving

goes out of his way to bring you something back after every deployment

whether its something he's found at a local market that he'd knew you'd like, or even something he'd picked up walking back to your shared home

your house was filled with flowers, sea shells, funny shaped rocks. all of that he'd pocketed while walking to get groceries or found while mowing the lawn

you always told him he never had to get you anything, but as always he never listened

it was his way of showing his love, so you stopped questioning it after a while

if he had to leave suddenly, without time to say goodbye, you'd find a note on the bedside table held down by a gift

sometimes it was jewellery, sometimes it was a flower, it was always different

his favourite thing to do with you was to take you to the markets

they came through your town every few months, and you could smell the food vendors from your bedroom window

soap kept an eye on whatever tickled your fancy, he'd learned to figure out which things caught your eye over others

your gaze always flickered back to certain objects, your fingers running over the things you liked most

he waited until you'd moved on to another stall before paying the seller and pocketing the gift for later

words of affirmation

doesn't shut up about you, ever

you've walked downstairs in your pajamas and wet hair from the shower and he's still said that you looked adorable

always compliments you, on anything you do

in the early stages of your relationship, you thought what he was saying was an act

something to get you in his car and back to his place

it wasn't that simple, but there was always that little part of your brain nagging that he was putting on a facade when he complimented you

after a while, a long while, you realised that that was just who he was

he never had a bad word to say about you

his endearing ways of talking never failed to make you blush, and he loved that

seeing your cheeks burn a deep red as you turned your face away from him

even on your worst days, if you were full of a cold, or overworked from your job, or muddy from walking through the fields with the dog, the compliments and loving phrases kept coming

"how's my pretty little cough-pot?" was always his favourite

he'd take care of you while you were ill, often bringing you sweet tea or pills to help satiate the fever. but that never meant there wasn't a smile on your face

"had anyone ever told you how goddamn perfect you are?"

you'd roll your eyes still, even after years of it, and smile to yourself

"shut up, gaz. i haven't showered in three days, work is kicking my arse, i'm not in the mood for your little lies."

he'd always act offended, hand over his heart

"i would never lie to you, love. you look so cute, all focused and scowly in front of your computer."

your scowl was one of his favourite looks of yours

it made your face scrunch and contort, the bridge of your nose crumpling on itself and your eyes squinting

yet to him, you still looked beautiful

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kyanitedragon · 3 months

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Ghoul Worldbuilding Headcanons:

Ghoul kitchens are always clean. Very few ghouls actually cook to begin with, which makes most of their kitchen indefinitely clean. And all of them can’t afford to leave evidence of their meals, so they clean up immediately.

Because of this, ghouls are commonly known as very tidy people among their human friends.

Koalas and Panda Bears are common favorite animals (or at least, animals of heavy interest) among ghouls for the fact that they also live on a single food source (albeit both plants — eucalyptus and bamboo)

Carnivorous animals that get demonized as “eating machines” like Sharks are also common favorite animals / animals of interest

Because of this, a lot of ghouls take interest in animals and want to go into a work field of either studying or working with animals. (If you can't work against the demonization of your own species, might as well work on helping other species!)

Given that Hide can keep Cain’s mouth shut in the novels to make him swallow human food, what if ghouls are like crocodiles and alligators? Incredible bite strength, but the muscle that opens their mouths is really weak.

Acting human requires a lot of suppression, far beyond what canon covers. Think about it: They have to ignore the scents they smell, everything they overhear, keep their strength and agility in check, avoid dangerous objects because they can't be harmed by it. And they have to guess and estimate all these limits, because they can't just ask. They even have to play dumb and fearful about knowledge of their own species, as public knowledge on ghouls and even the CCG is very low.

And it requires a lot of supplementation, too. They have to catch up on the importance of food in human culture, from favorite foods to grocery shopping. And be able to recognize the variety of human food, and pay attention to and prepared for common eating times. They've probably never experienced a true human restaurant besides coffee shops. They also have to make up family history since most ghouls are orphans, and stick to a single believable backstory.

Given that the CCG take ghoul bodies after killing them and turn them into quinques, having a body at all is a big deal amongst ghouls, and in recent history makes their death ceremonies not entirely unlike humans'

Having a real disconnect when it comes to the blood and gore side of horror. They can tell its meant to be terrifying and disgusting, but it gives them the complete opposite reaction. Which could either be really fun and enjoyable, or the source of alienation and guilt, depending on the ghoul

Whether its through chemosignals or simply overhearing heartbeats, ghouls can sense fear

(And lying too, probably)

If they can sense chemosignals, then that would make communicating through masks easier for them, as they don't need to read each other's expressions to tell emotions

Cats don't just purr from contentment, but also often purr when stressed, and there's a theory that cat purring aids in healing, which feels really ripe for worldbuilding considering that ghouls have regeneration. Maybe they go hand-in-hand — purring whenever their regeneration kicks in, or maybe they tend to purr when their regeneration gives out — instinctually using a more primative form of healing

(The theory also says that cat purring can lower stress and aid healing in humans too, so consider that for your ghoul x human ships! It wouldn't be an enhanced form of healing for humans, but it would still be comforting and have minor healing properties like the cat purring theory!)

Ghouls' eyes glow. Their kakugan glowing is pretty accepted as canon, but what if even their "normal" eyes glow too?

(Examples of :re Donato because I thought it was cool)

Also bonus headcanon for this specific scene: Donato really likes to sit in the dark and let his eyes glow creepily, just another fun little way to freak out cochlea's doves. But they quickly caught on to this and started keep the lights on. As Donato's friend, Haise's the only one who lets him sit in the dark during interrogations anymore. Enrichment :)

#tokyo ghoul #tg #ghoul headcanons #ghoul lore #my tg headcanons

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holopossums · 3 months

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Breakfast with the Baron

Breakfast is always more enjoyable when you share it with someone. Today you shared one with a certain large, pink sheep man who stole your heart and has the ring to prove it.

Mood music for peak domestic romance

Figured I'd try my hand at writing a Gender Neutral X Reader/self-insert story to accompany the art! (First time ever, ended up being much longer than I thought because of course it is, this is me you're talking about. ~1500 words under the cut.)

WARNING: Story has mild, silly suggestiveness at some points. (It's very PG-13, but just in case loving and goofy descriptions of sheep men's bodies are not your cup of Dad Fuel.)

Enjoy!

Edit: Fic is now up on AO3, you can read it there too!

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Sunlight streamed through the window in your bedroom, its rays falling on your form, and you stirred from your dreamland. Too early. You shifted so that you were facing away from the blinding light. But it was too late, you were doomed to be awake now. Bleary-eyed, you scanned your room and noted that you were alone. Not a large pink sheep man in sight. But the delicious scents coming from beyond the room indicated he was home, and that was enough to make you rise from bed.

After going through your typical morning routine, you found him exactly where you thought he'd be. Baron Draxum considered himself king of the kitchen, both at work and home, and he was wholeheartedly committed to feeding you well. Early on in your relationship with him, you wondered if he was spoiling you with so much home cooking. In time, you understood that it was his way of caring for your well-being—a love language. Now he made roughly half of your meals and you did not complain.

It was the weekend, so Draxum had gone all out even though it was early. Both of your favorite breakfast foods were on the menu. It was no wonder that you cartoonishly floated into the kitchen by following the waft of tasty smells. In addition to the meal, coffee was already brewed. A steaming hot novelty coffee mug that read "DAD FUEL" sat on the counter while Draxum cooked. Judging by the droopy eyes and a croaky, mumbled “good morning” when you entered his domain, you were sure that he would be drinking most of the coffee pot whether or not you had any for yourself.

Before you sat down at the dining table, you peered out one of the nearby windows. It was a gorgeous sunny day in June, just before the sweltering heat hit hard. These cooler summer days were precious, so you had the urge to have breakfast outside in the garden.

While the old Yōkai had finally adjusted to life on the surface, he still wasn't particularly fond of bright sunlight, as he had lived underground for much of his life. You could already hear his complaints about your idea before you even started. Still, you two had been together long enough that you knew how to effectively persuade him.

Draxum was nearly finished cooking everything. He was working the stove and had his back turned. Even from behind, his unkempt appearance was attractive—nest hair stuck out in all directions, his robe rumpled, the way he tiredly hunched over his workspace. He was like this on weekends when he didn’t have to groom himself and rush off to work. While he cleaned up well, his natural state was just as stunning. You gingerly wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, nuzzled his back, and suggested your idea. Your face was buried in his back so you weren’t using puppy eyes, but you sure were using a puppy voice, a wholly unnecessary “pretty please with a cherry on top” kind of beg. His head tilted as he thought it over. A small smile graced his aging face when he looked over his shoulder. He agreed with a nod. Your loving expression worked like a charm.

Minutes later, the sleepy sheep shuffled behind you, breakfast in hand, to a big wooden picnic table that was partly in the shade of nearby trees. Your bountiful feast was spread out, more than enough for two. Books and other entertainment were also brought along, as you planned to camp out there for the rest of the morning.

With an old man grunt, Draxum plopped down in a white chair on the far side of the table, and you sat opposite him in a matching chair. You couldn’t help but smile at the ways he was handsomely growing older. You wanted to lightly tease him about sounding as old as he looks, but you bit your tongue. With his back toward the sun, it illuminated his form and made him look ethereal. Disrupting the tranquility seemed like a crime.

Draxum was one of those people who didn’t care about much of anything too early in the day. He wasn't much of a conversationalist either, at least until the coffee kicked in, so he did not chat with you at first. Seemingly stuck in a lingering daze, he wasn’t even swatting away the gnats circling him, but every so often one of his ears flicked on reflex when one got a little too close. Again, downright adorable, but you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from making any comment that would change his awareness. It was a miracle that the man managed to make breakfast as good as he did considering his state. Maybe he put in more effort to be attentive earlier, and now that you were sitting down he was letting his mind wander.

Not wanting to disturb him, you eagerly dug into your food, trying to keep your sounds of pleasure at a minimum. No words were exchanged, but none were needed. The peaceful sounds of nature accompanied you as birds sang their hearts out, squirrels scurried up and down the trees beside the table, and bugs lazily buzzed above your heads.

Perhaps it was the warm gentle breeze or a subtle movement that did it. However it happened, when you looked up from your plate, something changed about him that your eyes fixated on while you mindlessly chewed. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you snapped out of it when you finally heard his gentle baritone rumble, still a tad raspy from overnight disuse.

"What are you staring at, love?"

Carnelians glistened with curiosity when his eyes met yours. He sipped on his coffee and did not break eye contact, more alert than before. But the tone of his question was adorably dopey and sincere, so it seemed he was still not as aware of the change as you were.

The sheep was so groggy that he failed to notice that his robe had slipped from his left shoulder, revealing half of his ample, plush chest. A nipple and scars underneath his pecs invitingly poked through. Even though you were well-acquainted with his body, the accidental half-reveal somehow made it sexier. Fortunately, there was a table between you and him. If there wasn’t, you might have been tempted to sidle up to him and bury your face in his cotton candy pillows.

It was difficult to avert your gaze from such a magnificent sight, but thankfully something else caught your eye. The wedding ring on his finger sparkled when it caught a ray of sun. It was a pleasant reminder of the promise he made to you: I am yours and only yours.

Married life with Baron Draxum was interesting, to say the least. Though he was an aggravating man at times—his vices could be counted on more than one hand and his flaws on more than two—his love was strong and steadfast. Underneath all that pride and sass, Draxum was a soft man. He liked to challenge you—your mind, body, and soul—yet never made you feel like you weren’t enough for him. Whether in word or action, in his eyes there was no one on Earth as lovely and unique as you. He had quirky ways of showing it, but he always made it known in one way or another.

Despite this, he more than made up for any of your smaller grievances with endearing moments like these.

You took your time to swallow the food you were eating, set down your fork, and think of what to say. A coy smile inched its way across your face. You leaned back and waved your hand. "Oh, nothing. Keep eating."

The old sheep squinted at you. Whether or not he could sense your playful lie, he was still too out of it to probe further. He simply responded with a soft grunt into his coffee mug, set it down, and dug back into his food.

The cotton candy pillow continued to hang out all breakfast long. Either he did not notice at all, or he did and didn't bother to fix it. If the latter, who knew whether it was out of pure laziness or because he knew giving you an eyeful was a treat. Regardless, you were not eager to point it out and ruin the fun. It was hard to call it a wardrobe malfunction when the warrior's robe seemed to be functioning exactly as the universe intended in that little moment.

A sweet domestic life with Baron Draxum was never bland. Ordinary days and regular routines were marinated with the spice and zest of the love you shared. It was your secret hope that flame would never extinguish.

You had woken from your deep slumber from the night before. At least, you thought you had. But that morning felt so heavenly and blissful that you could never be completely sure it wasn't a dream.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #baron draxum #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt x reader #draxum x reader #holopossums #tw suggestive #although tbh feel free to insert other adult canons or OCs too idrc it's meant to be vague #i needed domestic Draxum content so i made it myself #you think i wouldn't go all out? it's like you don't even know me /j #drawing took forever i didn't even keep track. writing took less #my hyper detailed writing meets the challenge of not using identifying description of reader #this was not easy actually much respect to x reader writers #anyway happy pride 🌈

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emberfrostlovesloki · 7 months

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Roses and Sparkling Water [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@hotchs-big-hands) Center (@brainstormingg) Right (@edwardian-girl-next-door)

Prompt: Aaron surprises the reader by stopping by her apartment after work to celebrate her first month of sobriety.

Pairing: [established relationship] Aaron x fem!non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 4.3K

Content Warnings: Discussion of alcoholism/recovery [binge drinking, being drunk, hiding bottles, sobriety], food is mentioned, Aaron and the reader take a shower together, implied intimacy/sex. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt this was based on was “Character celebrates a milestone of sobriety.” I wrote this because I am one month sober today! Much of what happens in this story is what I felt before and after deciding to stop drinking. I have my friends and followers (and Aaron) to thank for supporting me and helping me get so far. Y’all are amazing and I love you. If you find yourself relating to any of these things, please know I am proud of you. It is never too early or too late to reach out for help. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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y/n had gotten home from work a half hour ago. It normally took that long for her to relax and be de-stressed enough to do anything enjoyable or productive. y/n didn’t want to be this stressed all the time, but things had piled on with life recently, and she was trying to accept it as best as she could. y/n was just lighting a candle and making a final cup of coffee when there was a knock at her door. y/n looked at the door confused. She hadn’t ordered anything on Amazon, and as likely as she was to get food delivered on yet another stressful day, y/n hadn’t gotten food either. y/n approached the door not sure what to expect. y/n looked out of the peep hole and her face broke out into a smile. This was the best kind of surprise that y/n could hope for. Without thinking about why Aaron was here, particularly with a dozen roses in hand, y/n threw the door open and said, “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”

Hotch stepped inside and moved forward, enveloping y/n in a tight hug. y/n breathed in his classic scent of cologne and shampoo. He had such a rich and deep scent. It was something akin to the smell of rain before a thunderstorm. The scent of green and dirt. It was something that y/n loved about him. Of course, y/n loved everything about Aaron. His smell was just a bonus. He still hadn’t answered her question, so y/n asked again, “So… why are you here? Did you come straight from the office?” y/n studied Hotch as if she was a profiler. He was still wearing his black slacks and white button-up. It looked crisp and well-pressed. y/n remembered a comment he had made on Saturday about picking up his laundry with Jack before he swung by to pick y/n up for an evening at his apartment. Apart from these articles of clothing, Hotch was missing his tie and suit jacket. It was an odd but becoming look on him, and y/n flushed at just how attractive he was in any state of dress.

Aaron smiled at y/n and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips. It was soft and he relished the slight stickiness of y/n’s chapstick which she must have just put on. When Hotch pulled back he said, “I’m here to celebrate you, darling.” He watched as she got slightly flustered and looked at him. y/n was now concerned that she’d forgotten some milestone of their relationship. They’d been together officially for nine months, and they weren’t the type to celebrate each month being together. y/n smiled and loved being celebrated and getting flowers from Aaron, but the why was still a mystery. y/n smiled and said, “Well you’ve got me stymied. Why are we celebrating me? Is it my un-birthday or something?” Hotch pulled back and replied, “Well maybe it’s that, but I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that today is one month of you not drinking.” y/n’s _y/c/e_’s shot open a little more. She hadn’t expected Aaron to remember the date when she’d given up drinking as she hadn’t brought it up much. But y/n loved that Aaron paid such close attention to her and the things that were important to her. y/n shouldn’t have been surprised but was and smiled even more and said, “Honey, that’s so sweet of you. How did you remember?”

Aaron took one of y/n’s hands gave it a squeeze and replied, “Sweetheart, when you decided you’d had enough I was incredibly proud of you. I know you only told a few people with me being one of them, and I know you don’t bring it up often, but I think it’s so important for you to feel accomplished in making it this far.” y/n let out a little laugh and said, “Aaron, it’s only thirty-one days. It’s not like a year or something. Every Saturday I still think about getting a drink at the bar. You must see it in my face sometimes. Or like before we go to bed.” Aaron nodded and gently took y/n’s chin in his hands so that y/n was sure to be looking at him. He was serious but not angry as he said, “I do notice, y/n. I notice every time I’m with you, and every time I see you choose to not go for a drink I’m so proud of you for that. I know it’s not easy. I want to highlight and celebrate all those times you’ve said no and let you know how strong I think you are.” y/n’s eyes began to water with emotions. She leaned into Aaron’s chest again. Hotch had placed the roses on the kitchen counter by this point with his long arms so he could more comfortably wrap his arms around his partner. y/n swallowed back the lump in her throat and said, “What have I ever done to deserve you, Aaron?” Hotch chuckled and said, “You never had to do anything to deserve me. We found each other and that’s all that matters to me. We give and take equally, if we didn’t this wouldn’t work.” Hotch pulled back again and asked, “So, would you like to do something to celebrate? I’m down for anything. I told the team and Strauss that I wouldn’t be available tonight. We could stay here or go out. I’m down for what you like.”

y/n beamed at the idea of a night assured that Aaron wouldn’t be snatched away by work. y/n said, “Well, such an offer is too tempting to answer without thinking about it for a minute.” Aaron smiled and replied, “Well while you think about it how about I’ll get a vase for those flowers.” y/n looked at the flowers, almost forgetting that they were there with Aaron in front of her. She chuckled and said, “Okay. There’s something in that top cabinet that I can’t reach that would work to hold them. Thank you for bringing them. They’re so beautiful.” Hotch nodded and said, “Well, nothing’s more beautiful than you, but I’m glad you like them.” As the tall man approached the kitchen to look for a vase, y/n pulled the flowers in front of her face and inhaled the light floral scent. It reminded them so much of Spring and just how thoughtful Aaron was as a partner. He’d seen it all from day one. Her problems with drinking. The anxiety and stress of the recent move and new job.

In fact, being with Aaron had been one of the main reasons y/n had quit. She had gotten sick of having to hide empty bottles when Hotch said he could stop by with or without Jack. It took work to throw away or hide five empty wine bottles or lug them out to the recycling. The hiding of the extant of her problem was also embarrassing. Every time she went to the recycling bin across the street, she thought that everyone she passed was looking and listening to the bottles clink on each other. On top of that, Aaron would always offer to drive her to work and she’d get into his car with either a headache or a hangover that she was badly hiding. The scent of Listerien must have been so strong in the small confines of the car. The problem that y/n had with drinking was that it never got so bad that she got in trouble. Not at work or with her friends. y/n was incredibly lucky that her binge drinking late into the night had only resulted in her showing up an hour late to work one day that wasn’t very important. She’d not even gotten a reprimand for it.

The real impetus for change had happened in two waves. The first had been on a day that had been so bad and overwhelming that y/n had called Aaron in near hysterics. Once he had heard her in distress so bad that she couldn’t even talk, he’d dropped everything and come over. He found y/n in her bed in what looked like such emotional pain that it nearly broke his heart. Aaron sat next to her, rubbed her back, and whispered words of comfort while y/n tried to stop the tears seeping from her eyes. y/n sniffled and asked, “Can you get me some water from the fridge? Please.” Hotch nodded and got up. y/n had completely forgotten that she hadn’t taken care of the bottles of wine both empty and full, nor the plastic cup that she’d put back into the fridge the night before at 3:00 a.m. when she couldn’t force down one more sip. y/n was too upset to think about it right now. But when Aaron opened the fridge, he instantly noticed the bottles and cup on the side of the door. Hotch knelt down and made sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing right. He silently lifted the bottles to see which were full and which were empty. He knew that y/n had a drinking problem even though she never drank in front of him. It was easy to see even if y/n tried to hide it. But this was worse than he had ever imagined. It hurt Hotch to see y/n trying to drown out her pain like this. With the way she was right now, he could understand the desire to self-medicate, but he cared about her too much to see her hurting herself like this to not say something. But he’d save that conversation for later. He quickly got the water she had asked for and moved back to give it to her and cuddle her until she could explain why she was so sad.

That Saturday, as Hotch and y/n went on their normal trip to the park for him to run and y/n to walk before picking up Jack from Haley’s, he brought up what he’d seen in her fridge earlier that week. y/n was confused at the beginning when Aaron didn’t start his normal stretching and jog, instead opting to walk with her. y/n looked at him and asked, “Are you feeling alright, love? Is your hip hurting you again?” Aaron gave his head a small shake as he said, “No, I’m good. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” y/n tipped her head to the side slightly. His tone was serious as was his expression. Suddenly y/n felt like she was under a microscope, and she was panicking. y/n wondered what she’d done and her brain came up with the worst thing imaginable like Aaron breaking up with her. So when he said softly, “I saw the bottles in your fridge, y/n, and I’m really worried about you.” It took y/n’s brain a few seconds of buffering to let Aaron’s words register. When they did, y/n instantly felt shame well up inside her. She’d forgotten about the fact that he’d looked at the fridge. y/n’s brain fired all its neurons for some kind of response but it was useless, and she said in a defeated tone, “I know I’ve got a problem. It’s bad and I feel bad about it. I’ve tried stopping so many times and it just never works. I can’t do the moderation thing. I’m sorry you saw that, I’m sorry I hid it, I’m just sorry…” y/n didn’t have anything more to say in their defense. y/n realized that what they had said wasn’t even a defense. It was just useless words that didn’t mean anything. At least y/n didn’t think they meant anything to anyone. But as Aaron walked alongside his partner, he felt a profound sadness yet strength at y/n speaking at all. He moved in front of y/n and stopped them in their tracks. y/n ended up running into him as her eyes were glued to the ground. y/n looked up at Aaron expecting him to be angry or upset, but he just looked concerned. y/n swallowed and said, “Why are you looking at me like that?” His facial expression wasn’t the one she had expected and it threw her off completely. She had almost hoped for anger. y/n was used to anger in response to her shortcomings. Empathy was so new to her that it felt wrong somehow.

Aaron pulled both of them off the trail gently and to a nearby bench. When they were settled, and y/n was looking at him with concern, he responded, “y/n. I’ve only ever cared or been worried about you. Your drinking, which I’ve known about for a while now, never made me angry. It just made me sad that you were hurting so much and not telling me, or anyone. When I saw your fridge and just how much you were drinking it made me concerned for you. You were so upset and I just want you to be okay. I know it’s hard. It’s gotta be so hard, but would you let me help you? Can you tell me why it started? How it got like this?” y/n was a sniffling mess by now and nodded without saying anything. After she’d taken a deep breath and realized that Aaron didn’t hold the shame for her that she held for herself, y/n said, “Yes. I’ll tell you, Aaron. But can we not do this in the park? Maybe we could go to your house where there isn’t a bottle for me to be tempted by?” Hotch had to let out a soft chuckle at y/n’s statement and gave her shoulder a slight squeeze and the top of their head a kiss as he said, “Of course, love. Let’s go to my place where we can both relax and talk more privately.” A few minutes later the couple was settled on Aaron’s comfy couch and y/n started sharing. She thought that it would be hard to let out those feelings and the draw of the numbing effect that wine had on her. Although it was uncomfortable at the start, Aaron’s compassion and caring questions that dug at and begged to understand y/n on a deeper level allowed her to let him into the part of her life that she had kept hidden away for over three years. As y/n spoke, it was so clear to her that he’d loved her through all of her flaws and bad choices she’d made. Not only did he love her, but he tried to understand and be there for her pain.

y/n was thrown from that memory when Hotch returned with a tall vase that would accommodate the flowers, and y/n felt like a giddy schoolgirl at just seeing him. Aaron couldn’t help but smile too as he said, “I’m never going to get tired of seeing that look on your face, y/n. I’ll have to stop by your place more often after you get home from work unannounced.” Aaron took the flowers from y/n and nestled them in the glass vase. y/n stood behind him while he did this, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned into him. As Aaron arranged the flowers to their optimum fullness, y/n looked out the window and remembered just how pretty a day it was outside. It wasn’t too hot or cold, so y/n said, “I think I know what I want to do with our free evening.” Aaron looked over his shoulder and said, “Oh, yeah. What’s that y/n?” y/n replied, “Well I’d like to go to the park near your place, and then if you’re down we could go to that Italian place where we went to on our first real date?” Aaron turned around and relaxed into her embrace and said, “Darling anything you want to do tonight we can. Well, anything but go and have like five tequila shots.” y/n nearly choked laughing and said teasingly, “Oh my gosh, Aaron, you’re the worst. Plus you know I hate tequila shots.” Hotch smiled and leaned down to kiss y/n on the forehead. He loved how lowkey y/n was. He knew she’d understand the joke, if she wouldn’t have, he never would have said it. He pulled back and said, “Well maybe we can have some sparkling water instead. Now. Do you still have that blanket from when we had that picnic with Jack?” y/n nodded and said, “It’s in the hall closet. I washed it a long time ago. It might have moth balls by now, to be honest.” Aaron stepped toward the closet and said, “Well, we can shake them out when we get to the park if they’re there. Do you want to grab a coffee to go? I see you’re machine is still running.” y/n whipped their head toward the kitchen and said, “Shoot, I forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder. Do you want a cup too?” Aaron called out over his shoulder, “Yes, that’d be great.” As Hotch got the blanket, y/n pulled two cups from the cabinet and made the coffee. She then quickly grabbed her purse and sunglasses. y/n held the door open for Aaron and they both walked down to his car.

In the park, the pair found a spot under a shady tree that was private but gave a view to a field where people were tossing a frisbee around and some dogs were chasing tennis balls in the lush grass. Aaron and y/n were quiet for a while as they both took in the lovely weather and coffee. When Aaron finished his cup, he set it on the quilted blanket and lay down to look at the sky. Seeing the expanse of Aaron’s chest so wide open, y/n set down her cup and made sure it stayed up before placing her head and upper body on his chest. Hotch snuggled y/n’s head into his chest a bit more and his hands found their place on her back and in her _y/h/c_ hair. y/n sighed contentedly into him, not in a tired way just a “I’m happy to be here way.” Aaron’s eyes gazed down to her back and shoulders and he said, “y/n, would you tell me why you decided to quit? I know you don’t make a big deal about it, but if you’re willing to tell me, I’d like to know.” y/n smiled into his chest and her mind flashed back to the second reason why she’d given up drinking. y/n’s fingers traced patterns over his skin and replied, “Well, it’s kinda silly, but I was just sick of being sick. I remember that Monday when I woke up as foggy as ever and I was thinking about how I only had one bottle left in the fridge and that I was going to have to walk to the store and buy another one to feel comfortable for the night because one bottle was never enough. And then I wondered if I had the money for it because it was the end of the month. And it thought about the type of power that alcohol had over my emotions and finances. It felt like it was controlling my life and I was sick of it. I had such better things to live for, like you and Jack and work. There was so much more to pay attention to in life. So I got out of bed that morning and poured all that I had out. Then I threw away all the bottles, immediately, so I wouldn’t be reminded of them. Let me tell you, I didn’t sleep for two days after that. It was pretty shitty.” y/n chuckled at how terrifying the choice had been for the first two days. Aaron listened and his face broke out in a smile as his hands ran up and down y/n’s back. He said, “Well I’m so happy for you. I see how much you’ve kind of come into yourself over this last month. I know it’s been hard, and yes I said that before, but you’re doing great, and I’ll keep supporting you however you need me to, tomorrow, next week, next month, until the end of time. I promise you that.” y/n looked up from his chest and gave his jaw a series of kisses that left Aaron fully flustered.

When it got dark the pair moved to the restaurant where they were seated at a corner table inside. The place had little tea candles on the tables and Aaron, true to his word, ordered a chilled bottle of sparkling water for the table. He even asked for wine flutes like they were having champagne. y/n laughed slightly as he poured them both glasses and handed one over to her. y/n picked up her glass as did Aaron. y/n’s eyes lit up as they clinked glasses and he said, “Here is to my love and how proud I am of you.” y/n added, “Well here this should also go out to my love and just how amazing you are to me. I wouldn’t be here at a month sober if you didn’t remind me how happy I can be without drinking.” Aaron couldn’t help but flush a little. They both took a sip and as y/n set down her glass she smiled at him and said, “You know Aaron, as simple as you are, you can go all out on some things.” y/n winked at the bottle of sparkling water and Hotch chuckled saying, “Well, I only think I’m extra for the important things, and I think this is one of them.” Soon after that, their food came and they had a nice meal together reflecting on their relationship and how it had evolved over the months.

When the pair got back to y/n’s home, she turned to him and asked, “So, are you going to spend the night tonight? Was that calling out to the team and Director Strauss just a tonight thing, or could it maybe extend into tomorrow morning?” y/n gave him her best pleading eyes because it was so nice to have him around unexpectedly, and she wanted to capitalize on his time if he could get away with it. Aaron smiled and said, “Well, I let the team get away with being in the office late once or twice, I don’t know why I can’t follow suit once in a while.” y/n grinned and said, “That’s my rule breaker. Now…I was thinking maybe I could do with a shower. How would you feel about joining me?” Hotch’s eyes flashed dark with a desire for a moment and he said in a voice suddenly much lower, “Well, that sounds like a good idea to me. Let me get it running at a good temperature.”

While Aaron was getting the shower set perfectly, y/n stripped down to nothing. y/n looked at herself in the mirror, glad to see her bold glow without the feeling of fuzziness from drinking, When Hotch said that the water was ready, she moved into the steamy room. Aaron’s eyes widened as she stepped past him and into the shower. She turned to face him and let the water cascade down her naked body. y/n loved the fact that she could freeze him like this, and she teased, “Are you going to stand out there in the cold love?” Aaron snapped out of his daze and he quickly stripped out of his clothes. y/n looked him up and down as he also got drenched from the shower. Aaron couldn’t stop himself and moved forward and began kissing her neck and shoulders. He stopped and asked, “Is this okay love? Do you feel like it tonight?” y/n smiled and ran a hand down his jaw and chest toward his navel. y/n nodded and said, “Of course I do Aaron. I want you like this whenever we can enjoy each other. Getting to be this close to you makes me feel so alive.” Aaron’s eyes roamed over her face again and he said, “Good, because I want to give it to you tonight and whenever you want it, y/n. Now let me get back to this very very important job.”

He moved back to sucking and nipping at y/n’s warm skin and his mouth moved lower to a more sensitive area. As his tongue started working the spot on her chest and his hands worked over his body as well, y/n leaned her head back and let out a gasp. y/n ran her hands through his short hair. As Aaron kept working fervently and lovingly, she realized how much better was to experience all things with a clear head. Especially when it came to scenarios like this. To feel Aaron taking care of her with such love and desire was the best feeling she could ever have. When they were like this, giving themselves to the other, the idea of a drink, no matter how good, would never even cross y/n’s mind. As y/n let out the first soft moan of Aaron’s name and his hands moved to her thighs, y/n gave into the passion of the night because when it came down to it, Aaron was the best drug of all.

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faust-the-enjoyer · 11 months

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Just came across your blog lmao.

Me: Sees that you write for Keegan

Awww HELL YEAH!!! FELLOW KEEGAN ENJOYER

Me: Sees that you LOVE Hurt/Comfort

OMG OMG SAME BESTIE SAME I FCKING LOVE YOU ALREADY

May I, if it‘s not too much ofc (as a fellow Uni Student, I understand your pain 🫡), request some Keegan? X Fem Reader? Fluff? Maybe the scenario could be Keegan getting home from sth/somewhere and finds us (established relationship, could be boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, whichever you like more) on the couch, wearing the comfiest clothes (maybe even his clothes lmao) with a blanket on top and excitedly waiting because it‘s MOVIE DATE NIGHT. And the cuddling and watching movie turns into play fighting and the reader "wins" against him (ofc he‘s just letting us) or maybe he is being a bit like an asshole and uses not full force but pins reader down and it‘s just kisses and giggles and all 💌🌸☁️🫧💕

Movie Date Night!

warnings: fem!reader, pre-established relationship, wife!reader, fluff, alcohol mention, non-sexual tickling, use of pet names, sfw but minors dni, mentions of being drunk, kissing.

Word count: 1.4k words.

A/n: thank you soooo much for the sweet request🥺🤍! Hope you like this! (sorry it took a while!)

Keegan closed the car door, grabbing the grocery bags with his left hand, although it was movie night -something that you two had been doing since you started dating- he had some errands to run, he had to buy some snacks and beer. It was nice that even after you two got married, you'd still do the same fun lovey-dovey stuff you did when you were dating. He locks his car, his shadow growing taller than him as it was almost nighttime now. Walking to the front door, he unlocks it, walking in and immediately being hit by the smell of your perfume, a sweet powdery smell he'd come to associate you with over the years of you two being together.

Locking the door and walking into the foyer, he hears your quiet chuckles from the living room, smiling to himself. Walking into the living room, he wanted to show you what he bought, instead he leaned on the door frame, smirking, seeing you on the couch, covered by your favourite orange blanket, wearing his navy sweatshirt and your own cute black pyjama shorts, reading the book you've finished about two times now. You see him from your peripherals, putting a divider in your book and putting it on the coffee table, grinning and looking up at him, "You're finally home, took you long enough,", "And I can see that you stole my clothes, again.", you both laughed. Getting up from the couch and coming closer to your husband, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him, "So, show me what you got!", you told him excitedly. "I got beer, and those sweets you've been looking everywhere for." he shows you what's in the bag proudly, knowing you'll be happy about what he found, you just don’t know that he went to three different stores to find those sweets. You look into the bag, a surprised expression is painted on your face, then look up at him again as he looks back at you, waiting for your reaction, smiling. You take the bag and gently drop it on the floor, hugging him tightly as thrilled squeals and “Thank you”s fall from your mouth, he looks at you, contentment and pride clear on his face.

You try pulling him to the couch, but he stands still, pulling you back into his arms, "You can wait a bit, can't you sweetheart? I just gotta go to the bathroom and change." you put on a faux frown, grabbing the grocery bag again and getting back to the couch, "Fine, go." you say, wanting to sound pathetically upset but instead you giggle through your words, watching him smile and disappear upstairs into your bedroom. As he changes, you get some more snacks for the movie, putting them on the coffee table. He comes back to the living room wearing his cozy brown loungewear, turning off the lights and closing the curtains with him but keeping the floor lamp on. "Finally, oh my God." you say, sighing and patting the empty space next to you on the couch, signalling him to come sit.

He sits down roughly, gently grabbing your face with one hand and kissing your cheek. "So, what are we watching today, Hun? Did you decide yet?" you two always had turns on who gets to choose what movie to watch, and this time it was your turn. “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes!” you tell him enthusiastically, “Ah, another Marlyn Monroe movie.”, his adoration for you coating his tongue, it wasn’t your first time choosing an old movie, and it surely won’t be the last, “Yes! I’ve wanted to watch it for so long now, and we’re finally watching it!” small squeaks of joy leave you as you grab the remote and turn the tv on, going to the tv stand, there, a DVD player is plugged into the wall and tv. Your family had a plethora of DVDs from over the years, and you’re the one that got to keep them when they were throwing their old things out. You work on putting the DVD into the player as Keegan opens some chips’ bags and small chocolate boxes on the coffee table, looking over as he opens a bag of chocolates, seeing you crouching, he admires your beauty from afar as he always does, not caring if you catch him and get embarrassed.

You go back to sit on the couch, remote still in your hand, as you sit down, you gently threw your legs on Keegan’s, crossing them, laying your head on his shoulder as he starts squeezing your thighs gently, he covers the both of you with the blanket, and gives your forehead a gentle kiss. You turn the movie on, setting the remote aside and grabbing the bowl of salted popcorn on the coffee table. You both begin watching the movie, snacking on popcorn, chocolates, juices, and beer. Every now and then a comment would leave one of you about the movie’s plot, one of the characters, and their outfits, both of your voices can be heard all the way from the foyer. After a while, Keegan puts the now empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table, his hands slowly glide up from your thighs to your stomach, but you think nothing of it, his eyes are glued to the tv and it’s not strange for him to rest his hands on your body. His warm fingers slowly slide under your shirt, sliding over to your ribs, putting his palms on your body to warm you up, then suddenly, his fingers move fast, tickling your ribs, he knows your weakness. “Hey!”, you gently try to get his hands off of you, cackles filling the air, “Stop it baby! -” “No.” he said simply, cutting you off, his hands trail down, this time his fingers attack your sides.

You try pushing him off, but he's as still as a statue, you're left unable to do anything but fall victim to his fingers' attack on your poor, poor sides. That is until you get the bright idea of holding his wrists above his head, he taught you some self-defence lessons, and perhaps this wasn’t the situation he wanted you to use them in, but that doesn't matter anymore. You grab his wrists in between your laughing fits, your grip tight enough to stop him, not to hurt him, and you bring his wrists above his head as he smirks at you, proud of his girl for paying good attention during training and putting her skills to use, he could easily stop you if he wanted to, but he doesn't. You move to straddle him, but he pushes himself to the side, falling on his back in an awkward angle, letting you be on top and hold his hands above his head on the warm, soft couch, he's smiling up at you, enjoying this as much as you are. "Had your fun, princess?" he asks, his tone dripping with love for you, he sees that glint in your eyes, that look of pride. "Yea." you giggle, lowering your body while still holding his hands up, your face now close to his as you kiss him, a long, sweet kiss. You slowly let go of his wrists as your lips depart his, quickly grabbing one of the soft pillows on the couch behind you and throwing it at his chest, much to his surprise. He grunts, grinning at you as you look down at him, "I win, husky boy." you tell him, playful victoriousness coating your words. That was what you called him one night after getting slightly drunk, "Husky boy", due to him having light blue dog-like eyes.

""Husky boy", huh..." and with that, he grabs you by the waist and flips you and himself, careful to not accidently hurt you, moving you underneath him with the pillow falling on your laughing face, his hands slowly reaching up to get the pillow off of your face, and to find your own hands, raising them above your pretty head, his fingers intertwining with yours as he looks in your eyes. "I'm sorry, who wins? Can you say again?" he chuckles, his cockiness seeping out of his words. You look up at him, opening your mouth to answer but getting too caught up in your own laughter, "Come 'er!" you tell him, signalling him to get his face closer to yours, and as soon as he does, you capture his lips again in small pecks, these kisses reached his checks and neck, he was quite generous with his love as well, kissing every part of your face. The movie was long forgotten about, its noise low compared to your two's joyous laughter and giggles. The night ended with the tv off, and you two sleeping on the couch, in each other's arms.

-(dividers by vase-of-lilies)!

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sequinsmile-x · 13 days

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Salience

/ˈseɪlɪəns/ Noun

the quality of being particularly noticeable or important; prominence.

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Hi friends <3 this is a fic for the lovely @ssa-sparks who deserves the entire world and who I love very dearly.

Hope you all like this, and let me know what you think <3

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Words: 2.7k

Warnings: burns, panic attack/flashback

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She felt anxious.

Not in the way she was used to these days, but in a way she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager, all long limbs and insecurity about who she was as she tried to get the attention of the boy she liked. It was odd feeling this way as a grown woman. She knew who she was, a sense of self she’d clawed out of the grave that had once borne her name, the new her built out of the ashes of who she used to be. The fluttering in her stomach, the pleasant nerves thrumming under her skin as she stood on the brink of something new was enjoyable, entirely different to the pit she’d had there for months, the heavy weight that had settled low in her gut ever since she found out Ian had escaped from prison, and it was all because of one man.

Part of her wondered if Aaron would ever actually ask her out. They’d skirted around it for months, both of them a little shy because of everything they’d been through, and for a while, she wondered if they’d ever take that leap. If they’d ever jump over the line that they’d walked like a tightrope for years, ready to hold each other’s hand on the way down. She was just days away from asking him out, from breaking the pact she’d made with herself that she’d let him make the first move because it would be important to him, when he did it. His smile soft as he passed her a glass of wine and asked if she wanted to go for dinner, as if that wasn’t exactly what they were doing at the time, Chinese food containers spread out on his coffee table as Jack slept just down the hall.

She thinks she said yes before he’d even finished asking the question, her answer prepared for much longer than she’d care to admit to even herself. She kissed him at his front door when she left that night, a gentle thing against his lips, an answer to a question she’d had for years about what he’d taste like. It had been three days since then and their date was tonight. Aaron had assured her that they wouldn’t end up having to go away on a case, something she was sure Penelope had something to do with, and she’d caught him looking at her all morning. His eyes fixed on her and his smile soft whenever she tried to sneak a look at him.

She knows coffee could tip her over the edge, that it would make her anxiety shift from strangely pleasant to overwhelming. As she waits for the tea kettle to boil she digs through the cupboards for some chamomile tea.

“So,” JJ says, appearing out of nowhere, smirking when Emily jumps for a split second before glaring at her, “You and Hotch are making eyes at each other so much I’m surprised either of you are getting any work done.”

Emily huffs out a breath and dumps a tea bag into a mug, “JJ-”

“Em, I’m just teasing you,” she says, leaning her hip against the counter, “Although, if you guys are this intense now I dread to think what you’ll be like after you’ve seen each other naked,” her smile gets wider when Emily rolls her eyes, “I’m happy for you both. We all are.”

Emily hums, “So everyone knows?”

“Hotch asked Penelope to make sure we didn’t get a case this weekend,” JJ says, her arms crossed loosely over her chest, “Plus, we’d be awful at our jobs if we didn’t see how the two of you are around each other.”

She suppresses a smile at that, warmth blooming in her chest, flowers of hope and something she refused to call love crowding her lungs, “Thats…” she drifts off, not sure what to say, still so used to hiding everything from everyone, even those she loved, that she struggled to share even when she wanted to, “Thank you.”

She lifts the tea kettle as it comes to a boil and starts to pour it into her mug. She’s distracted by the sound of familiar footsteps, by the smell of his cologne that was a calling card that let her know he was near, and she looks up for a split second.

“Em, careful-”

JJ’s warning is cut off as Emily’s hand moves just enough that the stream of boiling water slips over the edge of the mug and onto the hand holding it steady. She gasps, the pain burns through her and she drops the kettle down, a hiss of pain forcing itself past her lips.

“Fuck.”

JJ and Aaron spring into action simultaneously. JJ ensures the kettle is on the counter correctly, not wanting any more boiling water to spill on the floor. Aaron reaches out for Emily, his hand at her elbow as he starts to usher her towards the sink, saying something about needing to get her hand under cold water that she barely hears. Everything fades, even the pain. The edges of it fuzzy as she desperately tries to suck in a deep breath, her lungs aching as the smell of burning flesh overwhelms her, forcing her back into a memory she had tried her best to move forward from.

She’s immediately back there. The concrete floor cold and damp as it presses through her pants, the material of it sticking to her skin with what she knows isn’t her blood, yet, but the memory is confused. Everything happening all at once as she hears Ian’s laugh, a cruel callback to a sound she’d once found strange enjoyment in, the ability to make him laugh something she’d prided herself on when she lived under a different name. She can hear him taunting her, claiming her as his own as he leans over her, the scent of cigar smoke and whiskey on his breath mixing in with the smell of her skin burning.

Her chest feels like it’s on fire. Her skin melts as her lungs burn with the need for oxygen, and she can’t feel or see anything. Anything other than the smell of her burning skin out of reach as she desperately tries to scramble for it.

Everything comes flooding back in a moment, the shock of cold water on her hand bringing her back to herself as she sucks in a shallow breath. She looks around, desperate to pull her hand from whoever was holding it, their grip on her wrist the next thing she’s aware of as her senses return.

“Em,” Aaron says, his eyes soft and kind as she looks at him, “Em, it’s just me.”

“Wha…what happened?” She chokes out, her eyes wild as she looks around them and realises they are now in the accessible bathroom. She has no idea how they got here, and has visions of him leading her through the bullpen, his hands on her back as he guided her through their concerned colleagues, “When did we get here?”

“Don’t worry,” he says, smiling at her, his gaze flicking to her bright red hand under the cold water, “I didn’t carry you.”

She chokes on a laugh, the sound raw and painful as it forces itself from her still aching lungs, “Thank fuck for that,” she says, wiping her cheeks with her spare hand, grateful that he hasn’t acknowledged that she’s crying, “Being clumsy enough to pour boiling water over myself and having a panic attack in the same minute is embarrassing enough,” she says, her smile fading as she tries to fake it, the corners if it never quite catching in place, “Last thing I needed was my boss carrying me like I’m some damsel in distress.”

He smiles, reaching out with the hand not holding hers under the running water to tuck some hair behind her ear, the action so achingly gentle she has to stop herself from shying away from it on instinct, “You’re never a damsel in distress, Em,” he says, letting his knuckles linger on her cheek before he pulls back, not wanting to cross any lines, “You’re always the hero in my book.”

She laughs bitterly, not sure how that could be true given everything that had happened over the last year, “I already agreed to date you, Aaron,” she offers him a half smile, “You can stop wooing me.”

“Never.”

“Never?” She asks incredulously, furrowing her brows and he shakes his head, his smile turning shy in a way that makes him look young, making her wonder if this was the version of him that had asked once Haley out.

“We could be married 50 years and I’d still woo you,” he says, his eyes going wide as he realises what he’s said, and he clears his throat, his gaze once again fixed on her hand, “How does it feel?”

“Cold,” she says, smiling when he looks at her, a look of mild disbelief in his eyes, “It stings a little.”

“We have to keep it under here for 20 minutes. Then I’ll dress it for you. Good thing this is where we keep the first aid kit,” he smiles reassuringly in the way she’s seen him do with Jack when he presses Batman bandaids to his skinned knees and she wonders if he’ll kiss her injury better for her too. “What happened?”

She tenses, not wanting to get into it yet, the edges of her vision still blurry from her panic attack, “What?”

“How did you miss the mug?” He asks, “I’ve watched you hit the bullseye when playing darts and at the shooting range. Didn’t take you for the clumsy type.”

She rolls her eyes at herself, focusing on the burn in her cheeks rather than her hand and the phantom burn in her chest, and she looks down at the ground between them, “I…was distracted by you.”

He clears his throat, something that draws her attention up to him, and she watches him fight a smile, “Really?”

“Please don’t gloat whilst my skin is still blistering.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, winking at her, and she can’t help but smile, entirely unsure when he started to have this effect on her. When he managed to sneak under her defences, leaving them intact to everyone but him, and make her smile just minutes after she was thrown back into one of the worst moments of her life.

She hums, biting the inside of her cheek as she continues to try to centre herself, “Everyone saw me freak out?”

“JJ did. Derek came over when he heard you scream-”

“I screamed?” She asks, spitting it out, her cheeks warm with embarrassment drawn out of her by his naked honesty, his inability, and lack of willingness, to bullshit her as disarming as it was charming.

“You did just pour boiling water on your hand, Em,” he says, raising his eyebrow at her, “I think even you are allowed to react to that,” he quips and she huffs out a breath but nods, “They distracted everyone else and I brought you in here and locked the door,” he pulls her hand out of the stream of water for a moment to look at it before he returns it, the fresh sting of the coldness of it making her hiss, “I figured you wouldn’t want an audience.”

She smiles at that, the butterflies in her stomach briefly starting up again, their wings singed by the panic attack, the flutters not as strong as they had been all day, “Thank you.”

He smiles and nods, shrugging as if it was nothing, as if it wasn’t everything that he knew her well enough to get her somewhere no one else could see her, “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart.”

The nickname makes her want to confess her love for him there and then just so she can hear it for the rest of her life. The way it catches on his voice, how it sounds as he wraps his tongue around the syllables, but she stops herself. She knows she loves him, and she knows he loves her too, but she never wants to associate it with this. Her last ever first I love you in the air still tinged with the smell of her burning skin and a phantom ache on her chest. She wanted it to just be about them, not about the man who’d done his best to make sure she never had anything like this.

Aaron keeps her hand under the water for exactly 20 minutes, an alarm on his watch that he stops from chiming the moment before it’s due. He guides her over to the toilet and closes the lid, encouraging her to sit down before he kneels in front of her, the first aid kit in hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, his focus briefly on the kit as he looks for the bandages he needs. She’s grateful that he’s given her time, that he didn’t ask the second she could breathe again. She knows if she says no, that if she wants to keep it to herself, he won’t push. He won’t force her to talk until she is ready. It makes her want to tell him, her desire to keep it to herself nowhere to be found.

“It…” she clears her throat, unsure when she’d placed her good hand on her chest, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the brand covered by her shirt, the edges of it as familiar as the rest of her, “It was the smell.”

He read the report about what happened to her. She already knew that, but that the way he looks up at her, his eyes briefly lingering over where she’s rubbing soothing circles on a phantom ache, only confirms it. He nods, returning his focus to her hand, his touch soft as he wraps the bandage around it.

“For me, it was the sound.” He says, and she furrows her brow. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting him to say, not really, but it certainly hadn’t been that. He smiles softly when he looks up at her for a moment, “Of the knife,” he clarifies, “Every time I heard a knife against the air I just…froze,” he sighs as he’s visited by the memory, a spectre of his past sitting on his shoulder, “I couldn’t cook or prepare food for a long time. I lived off of frozen meals and takeout.”

She presses her lips together, love for him bubbling in her chest, “How did you…get past it?”

He blows out a slow breath and tucks the edge of the bandage in under itself, testing it was loose enough not to hurt but secure enough to stay in place, “One day I did it without thinking,” he says, closing the first aid kit and looking up at her, “I went to the knife block and pulled one out of it and made Jack dinner. I didn’t even realise what I’d done until after he was in bed.”

She nods and stands at the same time he does, reaching out for him with her uninjured hand to link her fingers through his, “Thank you for telling me that.”

“Of course,” he says, using his free hand to cup her chin to make her look up at him, “It will get better, Em. This doesn’t undo anything or make you weak.”

She presses her lips together and chases his hand as he cups her cheek, stamping a kiss against his palm before she smiles at him, “Are you sure you still want to go on a date with me after seeing all of that?”

He leans forward and kisses her, the action lost to a smile before he pulls back, “Nothing could make me change my mind,” he says, looking down at her injured hand, “Want to reschedule?”

She shakes her head, “No, not at all,” she scrunches her nose up, “You may have to cut my steak up for me though.”

He chuckles, “I’ll happily do that for you in 50 years too when you have dentures and can’t chew anymore.”

She scoffs, narrowing her eyes as she shakes her head at him, “I’ll have you know I take excellent care of my teeth.”

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A angst fic based on All too Well.

Plot- Y/N is haunted by the memories of her past relationship with Eddie. A man that was older, hurt her, and left her scarred.

I've been dying to write an older Eddie fic based on this song and I loved how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoy it and it paints a picture for you all. The song is amazing, as well as the short film. If you read it, thank you so much <3

This is all angst

I walked through the door with you The air was cold But something about it felt like home somehow And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer even now

Y/N shivered in her oversized coat as she snuggled into Eddie's warm body. His arm over her shoulder as he walked her through the door of his sister's house.

Y/N took in the smell of the gingerbread candle that burned near the door. The room lit up with white Christmas lights around the archway. Photos of Eddie's family covered the walls as he helped her take off her coat. Her scarf unraveled as she took in the Christmas tree in the corner. Y/N placed her scarf on the stair railing, her attention back on Eddie as he hugged his sister. The warm smile on his face as he laughed with his brother-in-law.

Something about the moment felt like home. Like she was Eddie's wife and they were at the in-laws to celebrate Christmas. Their kids would be running around, screaming, and becoming best friends.

Y/N loved that she walked into a real home. And hated leaving it behind. She couldn't smell a gingerbread candle without being thrown back to his sister's house. She remembered how she left her scarf there, expecting to return. No idea in her mind that she'd never see Eddie's sister again.

Oh, your sweet disposition And my wide-eyed gaze We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days

Y/N walked around the small park, hot coffee in her hand as she took in the scenery around here. The autumn leaves cover the ground, crunching beneath her boots. The oranges, reds, and yellows were beautiful but she couldn't help but hate it all. The leaves remind her of the falls she used to spend with Eddie. Even after all these days, she could picture it all.

Y/N's eyes were focused on Eddie as he drove. Another trip upstate, something they did every weekend, and she never asked why. The town left behind them as they sang their hearts out. The speakers were loud, the leaves were falling, and her heart was blossoming.

And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all 'Cause there we are again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well

Y/N knew she and Eddie were done and the magic they once had would never come back. They burned out as fast as they lit up. The pain she felt with Eddie was something she knew she'd never recover from. It was a cut that bled and bled.

She hated that she saw him in everything. Whenever she was stopped at a red light, she swore she felt his presence in the car with her.

The music was loud, Eddie's fingers hitting against the steering wheel. All the windows were down, and Y/N's hair blowing everywhere. She kept laughing as she tried to keep it all in place but never bothered to put it up. Eddie smiled as he watched her. She looked so happy, and carefree. Her laughter silenced the music around him like his ears only wanted to hear the sweet sounds of her enjoyment.

The tires rolled fast down the little town street, the gps leading them far away from home. Hours spent on the road as they listened to music. His hand in hers. He couldn't stop the huge smile stretching across his lips. A slight chuckle left his lips. The deep sound caught her attention, her head back in the car as she looked over to him. She smiled as she caught him smiling at her. It was like time stopped. She saw their future in his eyes.

Then his head turned and he slammed on the brakes. An apologetic smile on his face as he looked back at her, but all she did was burst out into more laughter. The red light reflected on the windshield.

If only she knew he'd slam on the brakes every time she pictured their future together.

Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me

Black and white photos are held behind some pieces of plastic. A thick book on the counter as Eddie's mom's red nails pointed to each picture, revealing the story behind the pose. Y/N listened to every word and memorized every detail. Eddie's cheeks were fiery red as they flipped through the photo album. Pictures of Eddie growing up right before their eyes.

"You had glasses!" Y/N said, she never once saw Eddie in glasses, not even sunglasses. But there he was in a white striped uniform and baseball helmet. He held a bat bigger than him and a big smile towards the camera.

"Yeah! Realized he needed them when he never saw the ball coming at him." Eddie's mom joked, Y/N laughing but Eddie didn't look pleased. He groaned and covered his face. But he knew Y/N loved every second of learning about his past.

"Hopefully our kids won't need those." Eddie joked, his arm over Y/N's shoulder as he turned the page. She felt butterflies in her stomach, Eddie thought of them having kids. She was in awe that he pictured a future for them.

We were always skippin' town And I was thinkin' on the drive down: Any time now He's gonna say it's love You never called it what it was

She should have questioned why all their dates had to be in a different town. She shouldn't have thought nothing of it.

Every single drive was just the two of them. Alone on the open road she always felt something dropping in her stomach as they reached the next town.

It was a relationship, but he never called it what it was. He never admitted it was love.

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well, yeah

In the end, Y/N knew there was nothing she could do to save them. She was slowly losing herself trying to be a version of herself that he'd love enough to show off. But that wasn't on her, that was on him and his insecurities. Sometimes she felt peace, with her mind on other things. She could feel her body healing cut by cut, her brain closing out his memory. The peace of forgetting why she was so scared.

But one trigger sends her right back. Her ghost of a body standing in the refrigerator light, a bottle of water in her hand. She got what she needed, yet her body couldn't move. She was stuck in a trance, his ghost touching her shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Eddie asked, his warm hand on her shoulder as he spun her around. She giggled and placed down her water. Her hands laced together in his as he hummed the beat of a song. His warm body against hers as they slowly danced in the dimness of the refrigerator light. He twirled her around and around. She giggled as she felt the air in her hair and the warmness of his eyes on her. The way he held her close and kissed her lips.

She couldn't help but feel like that was what true love was. Even if they never danced anywhere but in the refrigerator light.

And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear To remember it all too well, yeah

Laughing in the park as they walked down the dark streets. Late past midnight but the night was young for them. Y/N loved the lights and the glow on the pavement from the rain. Her hand was in Eddie's as they followed the trail.

"Why don't we ever do this during the day?" She asked, thinking nothing of it as she kicked the rock in front of her foot.

"Like to have you all to myself." He said, his hand unlocking from hers as he threw his arm over her shoulder. He snuggled her closer, as his eyes watched all around them.

She scoffed thinking about it now. He wanted her all to himself because she was a secret. She was something he didn't want strangers seeing or someone he slightly knew. She wasn't allowed at the holidays or the dinners because he didn't want people to know he was with someone way younger than him.

She was vowed to him. She'd do anything for him and he couldn't even be public with her. She hated how stupid she was. She hated how blinded by his charm she was. She'd shout from the rooftops how much she loved him and would keep his love like an oath. While all he did was find ways to keep her a secret but give her just enough love to latch on to.

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well

"I don't understand why I can't go with you!" Y/N pushed. But it was like everything she said ran through Eddie's ear before his brain had time to process it.

The wedding invite was on the counter, a small piece of paper that started one of the biggest fights of them all.

"I don't see the big deal! I was invited and that's it. It's just a cousin's wedding, you don't need to come." Eddie argued, his voice was loud but he wasn't yelling yet. But he was frustrated, and she didn't know from what.

"It's your family, Eddie! I'm your girlfriend and it has a spot for a plus one. You got a fucking plus one! Why don't you want me there?" She was hurt, and she couldn't understand why he didn't want her there. Why didn't he ever want her there? It wasn't just the wedding. He didn't want her at birthday dinners, holidays, work parties. He didn't want her anywhere unless it was in a home where they were hidden or in a different town.

"I'm not talking about this!" He said, slamming the front door as he walked out of her apartment. She ran to follow him, but he was gone.

That's what he always did. He ran and ran.

She dropped it, letting him attend the wedding on his own. Maybe she was asking just a little too much for him to go out of his comfort zone.

She didn't bring it up. Her friends were dying to meet him so she had them all over for dinner. They brought their boyfriends and she even went through Eddie's phone to ask his friends to join. A couple date night and she'd prepare dinner. She never met his friends and he never met hers.

That night she could tell Eddie was on edge. He barely spoke a word to her, he spent all the time talking to his friends. She couldn't help but see how all the couples were snuggled up, holding hands and whispering in each other's ears. She felt alone as her boyfriend kept moving his chair further from her.

Eddie was lost in a story he was telling, his right hand on the table. Y/N didn't think anything of it, sliding her hand in his like she'd done countless times. He continued the story with no interruptions, but his hand slipped out of hers and he gently placed her hand on the table. Next to his.

His right hand was now busy with holding his glass of wine as he laughed.

When the guests left, she couldn't hold it back. She was screaming and crying. Begging for a reason why he shoved her off like she was nothing. But Eddie never had the answers. He denied everything and tried to make it seem like she made everything up. She felt like she was going crazy. Was she upset about things she shouldn't be?

"I DIDN'T DROP YOUR FUCKING HAND! I GRABBED MY DRINK!" he screamed, his face inches away from hers.

"BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT. YOU DIDN'T TOUCH THAT CUP UNTIL I HELD YOUR HAND! WHY?"

And just like every fight, he slammed the door and ran.

Piece by piece he was destroying everything they painted together. The relationship they were building was losing a level by level.

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well

She held the phone against her ear as she sobbed. She regretted picking up the phone when he called. Because every time she did, all he did was break her apart more. His apologies never had the word sorry or any realization of his mistakes. Just more excuses for the way he was. He liked to make it seem like he'd never lie to her so he always gave the hard truth, thinking he was never in the wrong since it was honesty.

They say all's well that ends well But I'm in a new hell every time You double-cross my mind You said if we had been closer in age Maybe it would've been fine And that made me want to die

Y/N despised how easy it was for Eddie to move on from her. She hated that there wasn't any hurt left on his part. She took all the hits and had to suffer with the cuts he left her with.

Somehow every time she thought of him, it hurt worse than before. She found new lows and suffered from no highs.

All he left her with was, if they had been closer in age she'd have the relationship she wanted. And she hated him for that. He went after her, he knew of her age the whole time. He made her fall in love, he pursued her and knew she wanted a future with him. He knew all of that and still was with her.

She wanted to die when the words left his lips. All of a sudden, the age was the deal breaker, but it wasn't sudden. It was in the back of his head the whole time. And he was the monster who let her be naive.

You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes Sippin' coffee like you're on a late-night show But then he watched me watch the front door all night Willin' you to come And he said: It's supposed to be fun Turning 21

She smiled as she watched Eddie and her dad laugh over a cup of coffee. The way her dad hung on every word Eddie had to say. She couldn't help but feel so much joy to see Eddie winning over her family.

But now she sat at the table with the cake in front of her. The same table Eddie and her dad sat at as they talked for hours. The flames of the candles burned her eyes, but not as much as the tears that threatened to fall.

She took in the room of people, so many family and friends. She should be happy, and she should feel fine. But he wasn't there and it ruined it all.

"It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one, kid." Her dad said as he pressed a small kiss to her head.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again But I'm still trying to find it

She missed who she was before him. She was put together, strong, and not touched by the destructive hands of a man. But now? She's all crumpled up and hated knowing she'd never be able to be the same again.

Because she always remembers it all.

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

Y/N continued her walk toward home. The fresh air felt amazing as it traveled into her lungs. She passed by a small shop, with thousands of plaid shirts on sale. She felt herself shiver. She hated this time of the year and when everyone would go back to wearing plaid. Because all it did was bring her back.

Eddie held her hips softly as he pushed himself inside and out of her. His rhythm was slow and gentle as she clenched around him. Her hands were in his hair as she gasped against his lips. The way she came around him, his name on her lips was like a prayer. The night he truly made her his own.

She wore his plaid button-up the next morning, his arms around her as she made breakfast. The radio playing as his soft lips kissed her neck.

She tried to shake off the memory as she made it inside. The box he sent weeks ago was still at her front door. She still walked past it without another glance.

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me You can't get rid of it 'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah

As every day passed, Eddie never took the scarf out of his drawer. He took it off the stairs after the night Y/N met his sister. He tossed it in the backseat but forgot to give it back. Months and months that scarf sat in his backseat, neither moving it. She liked that a piece of her was in his car at all times. Like there was a memory of her.

So she never grabbed it.

The night they broke it off, Eddie took that scarf inside. He didn't want to part with it so he kept it in his drawer.

He's over the breakup and he's fine. He's got a new girlfriend and he barely thinks of Y/N.

But yet, every morning he takes out the scarf. He holds it gently in his hands like the way he used to hold her. He knew it was stupid to keep it.

The sweet innocence of the best time of his life. The realest relationship he's ever had. But he knew it would never end with them together. She was too young and he couldn't stomach the stares of everyone knowing. He didn't want to be that guy dating a way too young of a girl.

But the scarf brought happiness and a sense of safety. He remembered every moment between them and it was a relationship that would continue to haunt him, for as long as he held that scarf.

So he sent it back to her in a small box. His final goodbye to her and the haunting memory of his mistakes. A clean state without her ghost taunting him.

Because he remembered it all too well.

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lilliannoco · 9 months

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Peter Strahm HCs that nobody asked for

• German. Don't ask, he's just German.

• Reads on a Kindle for 30 minutes before bed every night. Has grandpa reading glasses.

• VERY light sleeper (shoutout to @rainc0at for giving me this one)

• HAS done cocaine, is probably on cocaine 90% of the time

• Uses Irish Spring body wash or Old Spice Swagger body wash (it smells really good okay i use it)

• A gay man. You can't look me in the eyes and say he doesn't like men.

• FTM transgender

• Likes classical music

• HE. PLAYS. THE. PIANO. LOOK AT HIM.

• Has an older sister that he loves with all his heart , but she refers to him as her "sweet baby brother" even though he's in his 40s, and that makes him want to kill her at times.

• PPD (Paranoia Personality Disorder)

• Has watched Criminal Minds a few times. Either hates it or loves it

• Black Coffee Enjoyer

• In the universe where Angelina didn't die, he is friends with her (due to the fact that he's with her brother, cause hoffstrahm real obv) and they are so, so very mean to Hoffman.

#peter strahm #saw #hcs #mark hoffman #angelina acomb

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indecisive-dizzy · 1 year

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I've become obsessed with @jacenotjason 's Opposite AU soo

Here's my OC! His name is CJ and he already existed so I made his opposite!

More Info + Relationship Page's Text Below

Name: CJ Chronicle

Genderfluid he/they, Aroaceflux

Complains a lot.

They're an author. Writes murder mysteries and other dark themes. Very few of their books have good endings.

Spends a lot time with Barnaby at the library, they bond over books. CJ won't let him add their books to the library.

Insomniac. Will eat melatonin gummies like candy.

Coffee addict. Barnaby is genuinely concerned by the amount of coffee he's seen CJ drink.

Hoodie and sweatpants always. No time time to dress nice when they're too busy writing.

Doesn't realize he has a crush on Eddie and Frank. (not focused on romance/oblivious)

Wants to help Eddie in any way. So they help keep the Post Office somewhat clean, and will get Eddie home if he's blackout drunk.

Unfortunately, they can very pushy ⬆️

"Steals" their own mail.

Drinks coffee with Frank. Refuses to let them near his books.

Despises Howdy.

Julie is convinced he killed someone. CJ refuses to comment.

Has never seen Sally, but knows she's in there.

Home scares the shit out of him. It's tormenting him. Or is it?

Relationship Text

Howdy: "Stole my book. Enjoy the read, jackass."

"You make me sick."

Julie: "If your plants try to bite me again I'm buying weedkiller."

Sally: "PLEASE buy air freshener. I can smell your house from the sidewalk."

Frank: "Annoying, but cute. Fellow coffee enjoyer."

"Please don't touch my books, bun."

Home: "I regret learning morse code..."

"please leave me alone..."

Eddie: "I'm just trying to help you, Eddie."

"You can't push me away. I won't let you."

Poppy/Ma: "Very loud. But you're nice I guess."

Barnaby: "Thank you for letting me spend so much time at the library."

"Please don't read my books"

Wally: "Staring problem, but harmless."

"right??"

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home au #welcome home opposite au #howdy pillar #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #poppy partridge #poppy 'ma' partridge #barnaby b beagle #wally darling #oc #oc stuff #my oc #my art #dizzdoesart #dizzy ocs

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 2 years

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The Story of Us - Dada

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY H! WE LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!

February 1, 2023.

Harry. Palm Springs, California. 8:45 AM.

I let out a deep breath as I was pulled out from the deep slumber I had fallen once I returned to our rented home from the arena, and as I laid there I smiled when I remembered what I had been dreaming about; two girls sitting in a swing set while Y/N pushed them, and little squeaks and laughs could be heard everywhere.

I was still in shock with the fact that we were having another little girl joining us sooner rather than later, and things were starting to move faster than I was able to comprehend. I reached across the bed hoping to find a warm body lying there, maybe even two, but to my surprise the bed was cold and empty.

I stretched myself before getting out of bed and putting on my slippers and opening the blinds, the air had a certain chill, but the weather was still warm and very enjoyable. As I made my way downstairs I smiled when I heard Bluey playing on the tv and I could smell the egg frittata and something sweet cooking.

When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I smiled so big because right in front of me was everything I have always wanted; a baby sitting in her highchair eating some fruit, and a hot sexy wife who was carrying our second little girl cooking breakfast for us.

I walked to where my Missus was standing and kissed her cheek, she smiled before turning and giving me a peck before whispering, “Hi baby! Happy birthday husband of mine!”, I smiled and continued to peck her lips while we laughed a little, “Thank you my lovely wife, you look so beautiful this morning”

She smiled and I saw a blush decorate her cheeks, “You’re too sweet baby; breakfast is almost ready and before you go there, we have a very moody miss today, Bluey is her only friend at the moment, so maybe have your coffee before saying good morning?” I laughed, of course Pippa would be moody when hungry just like her parents.

I nodded and reached for the coffee pot sitting beside her, after taking a sip I ran a hand down her belly, “And this miss? Is she moody today?”, she laughed, “No, she’s being an angel today, I think she’s saving her energy for daddy’s big show tonight huh?”, I kissed her forehead and took another sip of my coffee.

After breakfast was done, we took it out to the patio where she had set a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday Daddy!’ with some balloons, there was a vase with hydrangeas and a card with two tiny handprints which I already knew would find its way to my journal. Once we were ready, we went back inside.

As soon as we made our way back in Pippa stopped paying attention to her TV show and smiled before waving and saying “Mama! Mama!”, we both laughed while we started making our way to her; we had been trying to get her to say dada for a while now, but she refused to acknowledge her favorite parent. Maybe one day.

Once she realized I was standing behind Y/N, her eyes gleamed again before she banged her hands on the tray table before screaming out “Dada!”, as soon as the words left her tiny lips I stopped on my tracks, and Y/N did too before she reacted and reached for the baby who was now begging to be held.

I was still in shock when she started making her way with Pippa to me before whispering, “Who’s that baby? Huh? Who’s that?”, Pippa smiled before turning to look at me and reaching out while screaming “Dada!”, I sniffled before pulling her into my arms and kissing her temple.

I had always imagined the emotions I would feel when she called me her dad, but nothing would ever compare to what I was feeling right now while I cuddled my baby while I cried my eyes out after hearing her calling me dad. We stayed like that for a few moments, and as in sync we both pulled back and pressed our foreheads together, she smiled and said once more, “Dada”, I sniffled and kissed her nose before whispering “Hi baby girl, I love you”

I turned to look at Y/N who also had some tears in her eyes and sniffled before coming to stand next to us before kissing my peck and whispering, “Is this the bestest birthday present ever?”, I laughed, sniffled, and nodded, “This is everything I could ever wish for my 29th birthday baby”

From H 🤍 to Friends & Fam (9:15 AM): Guess who just said Dada 🥹

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