#I slept for like 17 hours all in all and I feel better. Got some actual chicknoodsoup too and tofu
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Chicken noodle soup for the soul
#Fuyuhiko kuzuryu#Hajime hinata#Kazuichi Souda#Sdr2#Super danganronpa 2#Kuzuhinasouda#An art#By chicken noodle soup I mean them and by for the soul I mean for a cold and by that I mean me#I slept for like 17 hours all in all and I feel better. Got some actual chicknoodsoup too and tofu#Wondering if i should call in sick again tmrw or nah#I mean its 2 am and i woke up only 3 hours ago....
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Whumptober 2023
Welcome to Whumptober 2023 — the sixth year running!
COMPLETIONISTS/PARTICIPANT BADGES CAN BE FOUND HERE
To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
And this years playlist can be found here.
There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!
We’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!
Best of luck and happy whumping,
Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro
(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)
Whumptober 2023 Prompt List
No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”
No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”
Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”
No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”
Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”
No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”
No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”
Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”
No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”
Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”
No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”
Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”
No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”
No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”
Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”
No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”
Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”
No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”
Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”
No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”
Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”
No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”
Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”
No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”
Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”
No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”
Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”
No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”
Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”
No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”
Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”
No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”
Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”
Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”
No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”
Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”
No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”
Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”
No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”
Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”
No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”
Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”
No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”
Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”
No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”
Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”
No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”
Matches | Scars | “Let me see”
No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”
Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”
No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”
Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”
No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”
Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”
No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”
Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”
Alternatives List:
Betrayal
Aftermath of Failure
Brass Knuckles
Decoy
Body Modification
Playing Cards
Examination
Hunting
Drugging
Shaking
Panic
Broken
Miscommunication
Lab Rat
Reluctant Whumper
Event Info & Rules
~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~
WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.
The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!
In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.
Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.
When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:
#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)
#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(day number)
#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)
#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)
#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )
#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)
#your own tags go here
PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]
Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.
Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.
Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. How does this year’s prompt list work? What do I have to choose?
You can create something based on:
The overall theme/lyric of the day
Prompt 1, 2 or 3
One or several of the alternative prompts
A combination of the above
Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?
When in doubt: JUST DO IT!
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.
Q. Will you reblog my post?
Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:
tag your post properly
post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.
Q. What if I don’t understand a prompt/theme?
Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.
Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?
This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.
Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?
Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.
Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?
Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?
If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If you’ve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.
Q. What kind of characters can I write for?
Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic “whumpee” character or have specific ones.
Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?
No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.
Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?
No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.
Q. Where can I post my work?
Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.
Q. Can I start posting early?
You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?
Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.
Q. Is co-writing allowed?
Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?
One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)
Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?
There is no limit.
Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as you’d like.
Q. Is a hc/angst/emotional whump focus ok?
Of course! We are not going to establish a threshold for whumpiness. If you think it’s whumpy enough, then it’s whumpy enough. It can be physical, psychological, emotional, or any combination of the three.
Q. What’s considered nsfw?
See this post
Q. What is whump?
Typically the genre includes situations where a fictional character is hurt, be it emotionally, psychologically, or physically. Fanlore provides information here.
Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?
If you don’t think your interpretation is whumpy, then it doesn’t count for Whumptober. Remember that whump comes in many forms, though, and that we don’t have a whump-checker or a threshold for how much whump needs to be included. If you think your interpretation contains enough whump to count, then it does.
Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?
Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!
Q. How do I tag triggers?
tw at the end of the word, ex. #gore tw
Q. Do I have to use your tags?
Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.
Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?
Yes
Q. Can we @ you?
Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2023 tag.
Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?
There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).
Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?
Here on Discord or come into our ask box.
Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?
Yes, but as with everything else, use clear and descriptive tags.
Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?
Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.
Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).
Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!
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the only time i feel i might get better - matty healy
minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!
content: you get sick at matty's and he takes good care of you <3
word count: 4610
warnings: mention of vomit, oc is on her period :( , a bad ending, and matty being very very darling.
a/n: hi!! i know i said i wasn't going to post again for a bit but i think this is so cute and its just sitting in my drafts!! enjoy ( and pls reblog if you do! ) :)
She groaned in her sleep, stirring slightly as she felt another cramp tear through her stomach, the ache travelling down into her legs as she tucked them to her chest, brows furrowing at the sudden pain. She hadn’t slept well all night, spending an hour of it with her head in the toilet, Matty holding her hair back and rubbing her back softly, bless his heart.
Her heart dropped at the thought of him having to see her in that position, retching what little food was in her stomach, up. They were a relatively new couple, having been dating for almost 6 months, and, of course, she’d had her period around him, but she’d never gotten it at his place, and never felt as sick as she did right now around him either. She felt horrible, half from the pain in her slightly puffy, bloated, lower belly, and half from the embarrassment of him seeing her like this.
Fluttering her eyes open, she saw that Matty’s side of the bed was empty and, upon further inspection with her outstretched hand, he’d been up for a while, the sheets a crisp cold feeling compared to the warmth of her blanket cocoon. She sighed, wondering if he’d been able to go back to sleep at all after the nights events, before her thoughts of uncertainty were interrupted when he tiptoed into the room, obviously under the impression she was asleep, holding a tray of pancakes, orange juice, a cup of coffee, and a vase of fresh flowers.
He stopped when he turned towards the bed, noticing her eyes peeking out from behind the fluffy duvet, and smiled softly, head tilting to the left as her asked her sweetly, “Morning, baby. Feelin’ any better today?”
This earned him a firm shake of her head as she sat up in the bed, lip pouted slightly to show him her discontent. He cooed, placing the tray of food in front of her on the bed, ensuring the legs of the miniature table were stable before he sat down on the other side of the bed, planting a soft kiss to her temple.
“Don’t have to eat it all if you don’t want, honey, I just wanted to wake you up with something nice after you had such a horrible night.” He said, sitting cross-legged next to her on the bed. He pointed to two little white tablets that lay next to her orange juice. “Brought you some Panadol too, baby. Make sure you eat at least a little before you take it, don’t want you getting sick again, yeah?”
She nodded, “Thank you so much Matty,” She croaked, throat still sensitive from the acidic bile she’d thrown up in the night, “I’m sorry about last night.”
His eyebrows raised, face scrunching in disbelief as he tried to process what she’d just said. He moved closer to her on the bed, hand coming to rest on her knee above the blanket she’d wrapped herself in.
“Sorry?” He tutted, shaking his head, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about baby, what'd you mean ‘sorry’?” His lips turned into a slight frown, disheartened at the fact that she felt the need to be sorry about being sick.
“Ju-Just, you havin’ to stay up with me… I just feel a bit bad that I ruined our night, I guess,” She spoke sheepishly, noticing the disappointed look on his face as she spoke.
“Oh sweetheart,” He cooed, moving to place the breakfast tray on the floor, before scooting close to her on the bed, pulling her into his chest, one hand rubbing her back in a light rhythm, the other combing through her hair. “You don’t have to say sorry, ‘kay? It’s my job to look after you. Don’t ever apologise for being sick, baby. It happens to everyone.”
He felt her nod against his chest, and he stopped his fingers carding through her hair as she looked up at him, thinking twice about leaning up to kiss him as she realised she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet this morning.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, he shook his head, laughing to himself softly.
“Baby, really?” He chuckled, brushing a little bit of sleep from her left eye with the soft pad of his thumb as he did so, “ You wanna kiss me, you can. I think we’re way beyond worrying about morning breath, don’t ya’ think, darlin’?”
She blushed, surprised that he could read her so well, shoving her face into the soft fabric of his white shirt, earning another chuckle from Matty, the sound rumbling in her mind and warming her insides, affecting her probably more than it should have given her in her ill state.
She detached from his chest, fishing the tray of food up off of the floor beside her, and placed it on the bed, before leaning into Matty again, his right arm wrapped around her as she picked at the sweet blueberries that decorated her pancakes.
She sighed contentedly, sipping on her orange juice as she lay, listening to Matty’s steady heartbeat as he sat beside her, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger lazily. She’d be lying if she said that this side of Matty didn’t turn her on, his need to comfort and protect her rising to the surface in a similar way as it did after he’d been particularly rough with her in bed. The idea of him taking care of her a particularly good one in her mind.
She felt a familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she sat beside him, glancing up at him occasionally as he typed on his phone one-handed, most likely making note of lyrics he’d thought of, his brain constantly moving 100km an hour. She watched as his slender thumb glid smoothly across his screen, pressing the keyboard expertly.
‘This shouldn’t turn me on so much.’ She thought, biting her lip lightly as she shamelessly observed him, now sitting up further in the bed to gain a better view.
She blamed it on her period. Sure, Matty was hot, and, God, she’d fuck him 10 times a day if she had the stamina, lord knows he probably did, but getting turned on by typing? That’s pathetic.
Finally, he saw her out of the corner of his eye, lower lip between her teeth and cheeks a light red as she watched him. He raised an eyebrow, turned his head to face her quizzically.
“What are you looking at?” He smiled at her and she blushed, quickly averting her eyes to the half-eaten pancake in front of her, picking at it delicately.
He laughed softly, “Going shy on me, baby?” he asked, bringing the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder up to her hair, ruffling it playfully, before leaning down to press a firm kiss to her cheek.
She tucked herself deeper into his side, having once again discarded the tray of food onto Matty’s bedroom floor. He wrapped his arm around her once more, giving her a tight squeeze.
“You okay, honey?” He asked softly, looking down at her as she lay on his chest, tracing her finger softly on the front of his t-shirt, “Feelin’ a bit clingy today? Is that it, huh?”
She nodded, moving impossibly closer to him, wrapping both her legs around his left, her arms wrapping around his bicep, clinging to him like a koala.
He chuckled softly at her, peering at her from the corner of his eye as he watched her cling to him desperately. His attention turned completely towards her however, when he heard a small whimper sound from next to him, at the same time as she’d fidgeted in her spot, causing her sensitive clit to lightly brush the side seam of his sweatpants through her thin sleep-shorts.
His eyes shot down to her, fearing that she was having the same horrible cramps she experienced in the night.
“You okay, baby? Tummy hurting again?” He asked, concern evident in his tone.
She was embarrassed, not wanting to admit that the sound was out of pleasure, not pain. So, she nodded, eyebrows creasing together as she looked up at him.
It was insane how well he could read her. From the second they met, a couple of months before they’d started going out, it was like he could see into her mind and knew almost everything she thought and could anticipate what she was going to say next.
That’s why looking up at him was a huge mistake on her part. He knew as soon as he looked at her he knew that she was lying, and he thought he knew why.
“We’re not lying now, are we sweetheart?” He asked earnestly, looking into her eyes as he spoke.
“W-what? Why would I lie?” She said, not expecting to be caught out so soon.
He raised his eyebrow at her, expecting her to have admitted her lie, “Oh, okay… so just now, when you wriggled around for a second, and I felt your cunt on my leg, it was just a coincidence that you made that little sound at the same time? Is that right?”
She flushed red, face turning to dig into his arm to hide, embarrassed at being read so easily, once again. She let out a muffled whine, annoyed both his teasing, and her horniness.
He sat up from the bed, unlatching his arm from her grasp to face her.
“Baby,” He cooed, “want you to use your words when you feel like this, ‘kay? Want you to tell me what you want.”
She nodded, still covering her flushed face, now with the duvet in place of his bicep.
“I just wanna make sure you’re feeling better after last night, honey. Don’t wanna hurt you or anything, y’know?”
He looked torn. Torn between his restraint and not wanting to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, and his wanting to give her everything she wants on a whim.
An idea popped into his head, and he stood from the bed, reaching down to peck a quick kiss to her forehead, muttering a ‘be right back’ before exiting the room.
She sat in his bed, awaiting his return as she sipped on the now lukewarm coffee he’d brought her. But it wasn’t very long before he came back, having discarded his shirt and sweats for reasons unbeknownst to her - though she wasn’t complaining, she could spend hours tracing the outlines of his tattoos - especially his ‘We Are Kings tattoo - whether that be with her eyes, fingertips, or tongue.
He walked over to her, boxer shorts hanging low on his hips, and flipped the duvet off her, reaching his hand out for her to take.
“C’mon baby,” He pulled her up, “ran us a bath.” He patted her on the bum softly as he walked past her and out into the hall. She followed dumbly, brain foggy from the tooth-rotting sweetness of their morning in bed together.
Stepping into the bathroom, she saw that not only had he drawn them both a bath, with bubbles in it, which she knew he didn’t like, but had meticulously placed candles around the edge of the bath.
She could’ve cried at the gesture, and she almost did, eyes growing blurry before she blinked the tears away quickly.
Matty stepped into the bathroom behind her, kissing her on the side of her cheek, then neck, as he reached for the bottom of her (his) shirt, pulling it over her head softly, before tugging her pyjama shorts down. He helped her step into the warm bath, holding his hand out for her to balance on. Once she was in, and he’d made sure the water wasn’t too hot, he tugged his boxers down his legs before stepping into the bath himself, setting himself behind her so her back rested against his chest.
She sighed in content as he brought his large hands up to her shoulders, massaging her upper back soothingly. She leant her head back against his shoulder, Matty retracting his hands from her shoulders to wrap them around her, rubbing her arms up and down soothingly.
He lent down to kiss her on the cheek, instead meeting her lips as she quickly tilted her head to meet him. Meaning for it to be a quick peck, he was surprised when she deepened it, running her tongue along his bottom lip teasingly.
He pulled back, hand resting on her jaw as he guided her lips away.
He sighed, “Baby… don’t make me be the bad guy,” he frowned, not wanting to tell her a strict no, but also not wanting to hurt her whilst she was in her particularly vulnerable state.
“Please,” she pleaded, un-slotting her legs from between his beneath the bubbles to squeeze her thighs together desperately.
He shook his head, shooting her a pleading look, “Honey, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself or to be sick again… I promise, once your period’s done I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby.”
She furrowed her brows in frustration, annoyed at his refusal. Of course, she couldn’t be that annoyed, he was only trying to ensure her comfort and safety, but this didn’t matter in her mind, not when she was this horny. What was she gonna do if he didn’t give in to her? Finger herself to no avail? They both knew that wouldn’t work, and she knew that Matty was the only one who could satiate the need in the pit of her belly.
She spun around in the bath, being careful not to spill any water out of the bath, before pushing away from him slightly to see him better. She huffed, whining “It’s not gonna hurt, promise.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, only now beginning to grasp just how desperate she was, watching as she crossed her legs, heeling digging against her clit harshly, causing her to hiss, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.
She sighed in frustration, pouting slightly as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
“What if– what if I said it would make me feel better? I swear, baby, if it doesn’t feel good I’ll tell you to stop.” She pleaded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.
He eyed her carefully, thinking about it carefully. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?
He sighed, lips tugging into a smirk as he finally nodded, ushering for her to resume her previous position, between his legs, back pressed against him.
He leant down to whisper in her ear, brushing some hair away from her face as he spoke, “Make sure you tell me the second it hurts even a little, okay darlin’?”
She nodded, leaning her head back against his chest, lingering a soft kiss onto his chin.
He traced his hands up and down her thighs beneath the water, her legs automatically widening like muscle memory. He laughed breathily in her ear at her eagerness, before sliding his right hand to her core, pressing light circles to her clit as he planted soft kisses along her neck, her having tilted it to the side to grant him further access.
She moaned softly, bringing a hand up to play with the chocolate curls at the nape of his neck, tugging softly as he began to tease a finger around her entrance, keeping his slow rhythm on her clit.
“Feel good, honey?” He spoke softly into her ear, not slowing his teasing motions, but not speeding up either.
She nodded, brows furrowed as he slipped the tip of his index finger inside her.
“Use your words, baby. Need to hear you say it, ‘kay?”
“F-feels good, Matty, promise.” She stuttered out, his fingers speeding up slightly on her clit for a millisecond, before it returned to its original speed.
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, pushing his index finger into her cunt completely, her head slamming back to meet his chest as he curled it expertly.
Her hand that wasn’t occupied with Matty’s hair emerged from the water, where it had been gripping her thigh, and she placed it on her left boob, swiping her thumb over her nipple delicately and squeezing the soft, meaty flesh around it.
She arched her back as Matty prodded a second finger into her, curling it as he had the first. As she arched further into his chest, she felt Matty’s hard cock against her back, and teasingly wriggled against it.
He groaned, fingers speeding up as they fucked in and out of her, his hand that was rubbing her clit now came up to brush her hair out of her face, before he flicked her right nipple playfully, ripping a guttural sound from the back of her throat as he returned his hand to her clit, rubbing fast circles over it with his middle and ring finger.
He felt her cunt tighten around his fingers, thighs slamming together to stop his hands from retracting.
He pressed his plush, pink, lips to her ear, pressing airy kisses along it as he breathed, “Gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah?” He felt her become impossibly right around his fingers, and she moaned loudly as he said, “Gonna feel so much better afterwards, baby. C’mon, give it to me.”
Matty fingers stilled inside her as she came, eyes squeezing closed and toes curling as the water in the bath sloshed around them, her loud moan echoing around the bathroom. He waited for her breathing to settle slightly before slowly pulling his fingers out, the water in the bath cleaning them off.
She flipped herself over carefully, legs wobbling slightly as she straddled his right leg, her boobs planted flat against his chest. She reached up, planting a soft kiss to his lips, whining softly against them as her clit grazed his leg when she pushed herself up.
Pulling away from her lips, Matty tutted in faux annoyance, rolling his eyes playfully.
“Still not done, baby?” He asked, smoothing his hand over her hair and then resting it on her cheek as she looked up at him,
“No,” she confirmed, half-mooned, lidded eyes peering up at him.
He sighed, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” He asked playfully, “Too horny for your own good.”
She whined as she shifted herself further up his body, his rock hard cock laying flat against her slit as it rested on his stomach. He lay back against the steeper end of the bath, hands on both hips, thumbs drawing shapes on her delicate skin.
She wriggled her hips slightly, his cock bumping over her clit multiple times before she rose to her knees, almost slipping on the slippery bottom of the bath, luckily being caught by Matty’s large hands on her hips again.
She laughed softly, looking up at him as she did so, seeing him biting his lip softly to keep in his laugh, the rumbling of his chest betraying him. She slapped his stomach playfully.
“Hey!” She scolded, “Don’t laugh at me,” She said with a fake pout on her face.
Matty cooed, laughter still rumbling in his chest as he spoke, “Aw, sorry honey, it's just, when I said I didn’t want you to get hurt, I didn’t mean slipping over in the bath and dying.” He giggled as he spoke, and she couldn’t help but grin at him, pouncing onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, before pulling away.
Her brows furrowed and index finger pointed at him as she reprimanded him, trying her best to keep her face straight as she spoke, “Okay! No more laughing,” Her eyes narrowed at him accusingly, “back to sex.”
He nodded stiffly, hand coming up to his head as he saluted her militarily, firmly repeating her previous statement.
She giggled softly, lifting her leg up with help from Matty, before shifting herself on top of him completely, his hard cock trapped between her sticky cunt and his firm belly. She groaned as she rocked back and forth slowly, before pushing herself up slightly, grabbing the base of his cock, tapping it on her clit a few times before she pushed it into herself, sighing in content as she sunk down, the full feeling in her tummy satiating the desire she’d been holding there all day.
He groaned softly, brows knitting together as she sunk all the way down onto his cock, her clit brushing against the groomed pubic hair at the base. His hands rested on her hips, rubbing shapes softly as he helped guide her up and down on his length. She was so tight around him, clamping down hard when he moved a hand from her hip down to rub her tender, puffy clit.
She moaned breathily, back arched and head thrown back as she bounced on his cock rapidly, water splashing around the bath and onto the floor. Her right hand rested on Matty’s ‘We are Kings’ tattoo, providing her with leverage to move quicker, and her left hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, nails digging into his Mortal Kombat tattoo as her orgasm approached her.
Matty felt her hips faltering slightly, and her thighs began to shake, causing him to tighten his grip on her hips, holding her still as he slammed his hips up to meet hers. She whined loudly, his thick cock filling her completely, slamming against her cervix with every unyielding thrust.
“Feelin’ good, baby? He asked breathily, panting slightly, his curls falling in his face, sticking to his slightly damp forehead.
She responded the only way she could through her foggy, fucked-out brain, squeezing his forearm impossibly tight and keening loudly, before her mouth fell open in a silent scream.
He continued his relentless pace, bringing them both closer and closer to cumming. His brows knitted together in concentration as he tried to keep his pace consistent, but he was struggling. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she was afraid that if she didn’t, he’d somehow disappear.
Thankfully, he could tell she was close, her lower lip pulled between her teeth and cheeks rosy, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had to hold his orgasm since the second he’d slipped into her. Something about his cock and her cunt fit so right, he could probably cum just at the thought of it.
Matty looked up at her through the mess of wet curls in front of his eyes, “Need you to rub your clit for me now, ‘kay honey?”.
She immediately obeyed, bringing the hand that was wrapped around his wrist to rub her clit at a harsh pace. She cried out, hand faltering slightly at the intense pressure building in her lower belly.
She was so close, she just needed something, anything, to push her over the edge, and almost as though Matty read her mind, he leaned forward, attaching his mouth to her left breast, swirling his tongue around and biting lightly at her perked up nipple.
The hand rubbing her clit and rapid hip movements halted as she felt Matty, whose head now rested on her shoulder, still inside her, groaning loudly as he came inside her, rope after rope of his sticky cum coating her walls. She wailed, eyes rolling back into her head as the tightness in her stomach finally released. She leaned forward to bite Matty’s shoulder softly, tears streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of both her orgasms.
She slipped her arms out from between their chests, wrapping them tightly around Matty’s neck before pressing her head into his neck, sighing contently.
Matty smiled softly against her, lifting the hand that still rested on her left hip to rub her back gently.
“Water’s gone all cold, sweetheart,” He said, slightly muffled by the delicate skin of her shoulder.
She shrugged lazily in his arms, murmuring back a sweet, “M’cozy.”
“Y’cosy?” He bit back a soft laugh at her lovely voice, “Not gonna be so ‘cosy’ when you get a cold, honey.” He continued rubbing her back, cooing inwardly when he heart a soft sniffle beneath him.
“How ‘bout this, baby, let me get out, and I’ll go get your clothes, get you nice and dry, and then we can go back to this exact position in my bed… That sound good?”
She nodded weakly against his chest, and that's exactly what they did. Quickly pulling on a new pair of sweats, he remembered he’d laid out some boxers and an old sweatshirt of his on the bed before he’d gotten in the bath, and he was particularly grateful for it now, grabbing the pile off the bed, and a towel warmed from the dryer, before speed-walking back to the bathroom. He knocked softly before walking in, wanting to be safer than sorry, and heard a soft hum from behind the door. A sign to enter, he assumed.
Walking in, he saw that she was still in the exact position he’d left her in, knees tucked to her chest, with her chin rested against her knees. He cooed, putting her new clothes on the basin before helping her stand in the bath, opening the warm towel and wrapping it around her body, her hands poking out to keep it wrapped around herself as he scooped her up, setting her down to sit on the lid of the toilet.
Grabbing the clothes off the basin, he slipped the soft grey sweater over her head, and pulled his boxers up her legs, pressing a kiss to her forehead once she was dressed.
She murmured a ‘thank you’, to which he responded by kissing her again, this time on her lips, before picking her up again, placing a hand on her left knee, pushing it to wrap around his waist, before doing the same to her right.
Keeping her steady with a hand on her bum, he walked the few steps to his bed as quickly as possible. He held her up with one hand as he used the other to pull back the covers, before carefully crawling into the bed, being sure not to disturbed her comfort in his arms as he did so.
Wrapping the soft duvet around the both of them, he looked down at her to see her smiling up at him. He beamed back at her, dimples visible in his cheeks, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her puffy lips.
She sighed in content, pulling away from the kiss and resting her head on his shoulder again, nose nuzzling against the soft skin of his neck. He smiled to himself, before picking up his phone from the bedside table, checking his notifications quickly before he opened Instagram, scrolling aimlessly through his reels. He swiped upon a particularly funny minions meme, pushing air out of his nostrils in a half-laugh, before angling his phone down to show her. He looked down to watch her reaction, his favourite thing in the world being to see her laugh - it was automatically a great day for him whenever he was the one to coax a giggle from her - but instead saw she was asleep, lips parted slightly, and eyebrows relaxed.
He smiled fondly down at her, using the arm she was laying on to rub soothingly up and down her arm. He clicked ‘Save’ on the meme, telling himself to remember to show her later, before he opened Safari, logging into Twitter, or ‘X’ now, - ‘so fucking stupid’ he thought - looking to see what fans had to say about their new show, ‘Still… at their very best.’
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@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist
Updated: 04 January 2024
I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol
PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D
It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2
Sicktember 2023
Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care
Number 2: Quest For A Cure
Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”
Number 4: Hiding an Illness
Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)
Number 6: Sick & Injured
Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”
Number 8: Persistent Fever
Number 9: White Coat Syndrome
Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”
Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick
Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale
Number 13: Anxious Stomach
Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”
Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place
Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD
Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion
Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”
Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet
Number 20: Cramping Pain
Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”
Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames
Number 23: Coughing Fit
Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”
Number 25: Confused/Disoriented
Number 26: Forehead Kisses
Number 27: Uncooperative Patient
Number 28: “I should have stayed home”
Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction
Number 30: Patient 0
WHUMPTOBER 2023
Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”
Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”
Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”
Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”
Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”
Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”
Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”
Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”
Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”
Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”
Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”
Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”
Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”
Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”
Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”
Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”
Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”
Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.
Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”
Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”
Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”
Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”
Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”
Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”
Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”
Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”
Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”
Comfortember 2023
Safe
Sweater Weather
Leaves Changing
Warmth
Treehouse
Notes
Sick/Illness
Grief/Mourning
Aftermath
Sadness
Comfort Show/Movie
Dreams
Baking
Late Night Phone Calls
Plushies
Coffee/Tea Break
Heirloom
Cuddles
Loved Ones
Shopping
Relapse
Cry
Anxiety
Blankets
Rain
Friends
Soup
Flashbacks
Sleepover
The New Normal
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Is It Working For You? Part 17 | Rooster x Reader
Just in case you need to start at the beginning or visit an earlier chapter, check out my Masterlist!
Summary: Heading back to San Diego feels like going home to Bradley, and that's where he wants to stay.
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter
Length: 2600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Bradley was hesitant to leave your side. He had made you worry about him today, and he could see how much energy that had taken from you. The look of exhaustion on your face made him want to bundle you up in a blanket and hold you.
When Bradley saw Cam and Maria on the deck earlier, they told him that you threw up in the trash can in the communications room and almost collapsed right in front of the Admirals. Then Cam had to hold you upright until Bradley was able to engage his ESAT again.
In some way, it felt good to know the events of the day affected you so deeply. God, he loved you so much, and now he knew with certainty that you returned his feelings. But you really needed to get some rest.
Hand in hand, he walked you back to the bunk you were sharing with a few other officers so you could take a nice hot shower. Bradley's body was starting to ache, so he headed off in the direction of his own shower, hoping to ease some of the pain in his shoulders.
Then he went to sit down in the lounge and have a conversation with Maverick.
"Bradley," Mav said, standing and then hesitating as Bradley walked toward him. "I have so much I want to say to you. But I want to start off by saying I'm sorry. And then letting you know what an exceptional aviator and teammate you are. But I think the most important thing that you need to hear again is thank you."
Bradley took the seat across from him, and they talked. About everything. It seemed as though nothing was off limits. They talked for hours, Maverick asking about everything he had missed in Bradley's life. And in turn, Bradley found that he was curious about Maverick too.
They stood and left the lounge on a very positive note, shaking hands and then embracing each other. "You mom and dad would be so proud of you, Bradley. I wish every day that they could be here with you."
Bradley nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to fight that uncomfortable feeling he got when he let himself miss his parents too much. He just wanted a home, somewhere he could belong. Other than his friendship with Phoenix, the first time he had ever felt like he could have something like a family was when he was with you. But Maverick was a link to his past, so he went ahead and asked the question that was in the forefront of his mind. "Maybe we could spend some more time together? I mean, nothing too crazy, just get a coffee or something next week or sometime?"
"I would like that. Why don't you drive out to the desert and check out my hangar one day soon? I'm working on some projects that might interest you, and I could probably use your help. I'd also like to hear more about your girl," Maverick said with a smile.
"I already told you, old man, she's all mine," Bradley said with a laugh.
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You spent the following day packing up all of the equipment you had used for the Daggers mission. Even though you had passed out early last night and slept really well, you were just exhausted. The events of yesterday had really messed with your body. Now that Bradley was safe and sound, you wanted to take him to bed with you and cuddle with him for a week. Maybe you could use some of your vacation time soon and do just that.
For the remainder of the day, every time you saw Bradley, he kept a respectable distance from you and managed to keep his hands to himself. At first you wondered if you had done something wrong, but you could see in his eyes that you hadn't.
"Better get used to it, Sweetheart," he told you in passing as he and Phoenix were headed out to the deck. "I promised I would behave at work, given the chance. And I'm not about to fuck this up." He held up his hands before placing them on his hips. "See? Hands to myself."
"If you stay in San Diego, I expect you to keep your hands to yourself during the day, and then after work they belong to me. So does the rest of you, especially that mustache, Lieutenant."
Bradley chuckled, then his face turned serious. "And what if I get stationed in Virginia? Or Texas or Florida?"
You shrugged slightly. "Then we'll figure it out. But you're still mine."
Phoenix rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. "Is this the part where you guys get really disgusting with each other? Because I don't know if I can handle that. I think you should go back to sneaking around in secret." Phoenix winked at you.
"Absolutely fucking not," Bradley told her. "Don't listen to her, Sweetheart. We can be as disgusting as we want."
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Since Bradley and Maverick had both lost their F/A-18s during the mission, they were to ride back in the Comanche transport with you. Bradley wedged himself into the seat between you and Maverick, once you had strapped yourself in, you let your fingers tangle with his.
"You should try to sleep, Baby Girl," he told you sweetly. "It's a few hours to refueling."
"I can never fall asleep on these things," you replied as the Comanche took off from the carrier deck and headed toward Hawaii. "They are so loud, even with earplugs."
"Oh, fuck, this sucks," Bradley said, grimacing at the loud noise as he tried to get more comfortable in his tiny seat and nylon straps.
"Yeah, I have noticed that," you told him with a laugh. "It almost makes me hate flying."
He finally wiggled into a position that seemed to work for him, with his leg pressed up against yours. "This isn't flying. I'll take you up in a two seater with me, Sweetheart. Now that's flying. I'm sure Phoenix will let us use hers. Maybe I can get permission to take you to Nevada. We could try to visit my cousins, they live near a naval airstrip."
You smiled as your eyes closed. "I'd like that, Roo," you whispered as you started to fall asleep. As you dozed, you could hear Bradley and Maverick laughing softly. Something good had happened between them, and you couldn't wait for Bradley to tell you about it. But for now, you just wanted your boyfriend to enjoy having renewed his relationship with his honorary uncle.
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Being back at the barracks was all well and good, but Bradley was already thinking about your apartment as being cozier than his bare bones accomodations on base. He desperately wanted to head over to your place, but you'd both just landed back in San Diego an hour or so ago. He knew you needed time to call your parents, unpack and shower, so he was currently laying in bed staring at his ceiling.
He didn't want to overstay his welcome at your apartment, since you lived with Maria and shared expenses with her. But he wanted to be with you as much as possible. You had invited him over for dinner and a sleepover, but eventually he would need to have a conversation with you about what came next.
And on that note, he grabbed his phone from his charger and started scrolling through real estate listings. He wondered what kind of place you would like. Something big enough for you both but still cozy at the same time? That seemed like the best bet.
Yeah, he realized he was getting ahead of himself, but if he could convince the Top Gun Admirals to keep him around for good, he wanted to have a jump on his housing and get out of the barracks. And if you eventually decided to move in with him, well he wanted to make sure that he had a place that you liked and that was the right size.
Bradley scrolled along countless listings and saved several of them to check out later. He completely lost track of time and was almost late getting to your place with his overnight bag.
When you opened the door, you pulled him inside and wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile and whispered, "I missed you. I couldn't wait for you to get here." Bradley held you tighter against him.
"It smells good in here, Sweetheart. Are you cooking Marry Me Rooster?"
You laughed and kissed his chin. "Yes, just for you." Then you kissed his cheek and ran your tongue over the longest scar on his neck as your fingers drifted to the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt. So you wanted to do that before dinner? Worked for him.
"Where's Maria?" Bradley asked as you tossed his shirt and undershirt to the floor and started unbuttoning his jeans.
You glanced up at him through your eyelashes as you dipped your hand into his boxer briefs.
"She went up to Oceanside to see her sister," you replied, and Bradley immediately walked you backward to the couch, pulling your shirt off on the way.
"Excellent. It's about time I got to be alone with my girlfriend," he murmured as the backs of your knees hit the couch and you sat on the cushions with a little bounce. Looking up at him with a sweet smile, you deftly pulled his hardening cock out of the front of his unzipped jeans and guided the tip into your mouth. You sucked him gently, just playing with the tip, and fuck if Bradley wasn't completely in love with everything you did. With heavy lidded eyes, he watched your tongue peek out and caress the underside of his length.
"That's so fucking hot," he growled, stroking your cheek softly. You positively preened from his words and slid him in deeper until he hit the back of your throat. Bradley grunted hard as his balls hit your bottom lip and chin. You pulled him out before you could gag and slid him back in over and over again. With one hard suck, you pulled him out with a pop, and the string of saliva connecting his tip and your mouth had him absolutely throbbing.
"Now, I want to fuck you," you told him, as you stood and shimmied out of your athletic shorts.
"Anything for my girlfriend," he said with a smile, stepping out of his shoes and pulling his jeans off.
"Oh my God, I need to turn the stove off!" you gasped, shoving Bradley down onto the couch as you ran past him into the kitchen. Bradley laughed and settled back along the length of the couch completely naked, and waited for you to return. Even if the dinner was burned, he didn't care. He would still eat it, and it would probably taste better than anything he'd eaten since the last time you'd fed him.
"It's okay!" you announced as you walked back into the living room, climbed onto the couch and crawled up his naked body. You kissed his penis and abs on your way up to his mouth. "Now where were we?" you asked, placing soft, lingering kisses to his lips.
"I think you were about to fuck me, Baby Girl," Bradley replied as your lips moved to his neck.
"Mmm, yes, that sounds right."
He reached his hands up to cup your ass before squeezing you and easing your underwear down your legs. Within seconds you were sliding your warm, wet pussy down along his length. He loved that you weren't shy about what you wanted from him.
You dug your fingers into his hair and slipped your tongue into his mouth while you bounced up and down on him. Every time your clit rubbed against his body, you moaned into his mouth. The effect was just indecent, going right to his cock.
"Fuck, you feel so good." It had been almost a week since you'd had sex, and Bradley hated that he knew you'd eventually have to go longer than that when he was deployed again. He wanted this all the time, wanted to be around you every day.
He braced one foot on the floor and used the leverage to fuck up into you hard a few times, and you squealed in delight, grabbing onto his shoulders.
"Roo, you naughty thing. I said I wanted to fuck you, not the other way around."
"You're right, Sweetheart. I'll listen better next time," he promised as he smiled and let you set the pace once again.
As you happily rode him, he circled your clit with his thumb, just how he knew you liked it, and you moaned into his mouth again. He could live off of the sound you made as you came, your walls squeezing around him.
"Okay," you managed in a breathy voice as you peppered his face with soft kisses. "Now you can fuck me."
Without removing himself from you, he scooped you up and tipped you the other way until you were the one on your back. He pushed your legs wide to get a good angle, wanting to hear you get vocal.
"What do you say? Think you can come again for me?" he asked, a cocky grin finding his lips as he moved slowly, decadently in and back out of you.
You just nodded and whined louder as his lips found that sweet spot on your neck, and he fucked you into the couch cushions. The extra little bounce it gave you was enjoyable for him, and he nipped at your breasts as they bounced along to the rhythm. Your incoherent babbling was music to his ears. He loved making you like this.
He worked you into a second frenzy before he let himself go, grabbing your hips and slamming into you as his head tipped back in pleasure. When he finally eased himself out of you, he was careful to get his hand in place, preventing any of your joint cum from messing up the couch cushions. You moaned a little louder as he used his fingers to scoop up everything at your opening. Oh, he definitely had a thing for giving you creampies. He could stare at this beautiful sight all day.
Then Bradley nearly fell off the couch as he watched you squeeze your legs together, sit up and lick his hand clean.
"God damn it, Y/N," he rasped as your tongue ran back and forth along his palm before taking his fingers fully into your mouth one at a time. "Shit, Baby Girl. How am I ever supposed to get you out of my mind?"
"You're not," you told him as you climbed into his lap. He welcomed you there and kissed you, tasting both of you on your lips.
"That's good to hear, because I will never be able to, for the rest of my life."
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You and Bradley finally made it off the couch and helped each other get dressed. You guided him toward the kitchen table, both of his hands in yours.
"I've decided this is a celebratory dinner, no matter what. Because even if you get stationed in another state, we can figure this thing out," you told him as he sat down in one of the chairs.
He rubbed his thigh and smiled up at you, and you climbed onto his lap. "I'm not going to let that happen," he told you, gently rubbing circles into your lower back. "When I meet with Cyclone and Warlock next week, I'll convince them to keep me here, near you."
You stroked his scarred cheek with your fingertips and gently kissed him. "I don't care where you are, Bradley, as long as you're mine."
After some lingering kisses, you managed to get dinner on the table. And although the Marry Me Rooster was mostly cold, Bradley ate it and declared it was the best thing that had ever touched his tongue other than you. And then he set you down on the kitchen counter and cleaned up all the dishes before hauling you off to your bedroom.
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Here's the ending! Part 18
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don't sass a sleep deprived ghost
DannyMay 2023 Day 17: Temper
title: don't sass a sleep deprived ghost
words: 1432
Complete
Excerpt: He was tired, he was over this, and he was so fucking done.
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“Dude, when was the last time you slept?” Tucker asked, eyeing the bags on Danny’s face.
Danny groaned and leaned his head against the locker, not even grabbing the books he needed for their morning classes. “Technically? About an hour ago. When was the last time I slept longer than thirty minutes, though? Like ten days ago.”
“Isn’t that when Ember knocked you unconscious?” Sam asked, frowning.
“Yes, how do you think I managed to sleep longer than half an hour?” Danny shot back with a weak grin.
“I don’t think being hit over the head so hard that you lost consciousness counts, bro.” Tucker said.
“Then we’re looking at over a month.”
“Danny!” Both friends exclaimed at the same time.
“I know, I know,” Danny said, waving his hand at them dismissively. “I don’t exactly control how many ghosts show up to beat my ass like a piñata, y’know? And my parents haven’t fixed the lock on the portal. So it’s just open.”
Sam sighed. “I’m worried, Danny. Half ghost or not, you need to sleep. If you were human, you’d probably be half dead by now.”
Danny frowned. “Yeah. If I was human. Good thing I’m dead then.”
Sam flinched. She hadn’t thought that sentence through and Danny - even a year since his accident - did not like being explicitly reminded his humanity was questionable at best. “Danny…”
“Drop it, Sam.” Danny said, irritation creeping into his voice in a way that made her spine tingle. Sometimes she had to stop and remember that Danny - goofy, silly, space obsessed Danny - was legitimately one of the most powerful beings she’d ever encountered. Only some god-like entities were stronger than him.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. He’d just cracked a joke, how had his mood turned so dark so fast?
“It’s fine. Maybe I can nab a nap during science class. I’m failing it anyway.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes, the irritation already gone from his voice and replaced with exhaustion. She’d never seen him this tired. Should they be worried? A super powered, sleep deprived teenager with already questionable impulse control?
Sam fiddled with the wrist ray she always wore now. Hopefully there were no ghost attacks today. She didn’t want to have to fight something while Danny snoozed.
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Danny felt relieved. They had managed to get through all four morning classes without a single hint of a ghost. And! Because his teachers had all entirely given up on him and didn’t give a flying fuck about him, they let him sleep!
Yeah… he was definitely fine with the way his teachers had given up on him. This was fine.
Regardless, he had managed nearly three hours of sleep between all the classes and his ghost sense had not gone off even once.
Still, as he stumbled to his locker on his way to lunch, he could still feel the weariness all the way to his core. Sam and Tucker walked beside him, not so subtly glancing at him frequently. As much as he appreciated them being concerned for him - and he really did! - he didn’t enjoy the feeling of being watched, especially as on edge as he was. He’d been in at least six fights a day for the past month, ever since the lock on the portal broke.
“Fenturd!” A familiar voice called and Danny groaned. He did not have the energy for this shit today.
“Can we not today?” Danny said, turning around to face the bully.
“I got an F on my math test!” Dash shouted, picking Danny up by his shirt collar and shoving him against the locker. Dash was so mad he was red in the face and a vein was visibly bulging in his neck.
Great. Oh, look, they even had an audience, a semi circle of other students watching on in fascination.
“So did I. The hell do you want?” Danny responded as he forced his body limp, forced his body to not react to the assault.
“To make myself feel better.” Dash sneered, clenching his free hand into a fist and slamming it into Danny’s nose.
Danny yelped in pain, pressing his hand to his now profusely bleeding - and probably broken - nose. Apparently feeling Danny sufficiently wailed on, Dash released the smaller boy, who fell to his knees, still clutching his face.
Seriously? Danny has to get wailed on by ghosts and the dumbest fucking human he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting? “Fucking asshole,” he grumbled, though apparently he did so too loudly, Dash not yet out of earshot.
Dash turned instantly, an angry scowl on his face. “What was that, Fentwerp?”
“Nothing, Dash.” Danny said, pushing himself back to his feet, accepting the tissue Sam handed to him as she glanced at Dash in concern.
“No, no, please repeat yourself,” Dash said, getting back into Danny’s personal space.
“Check your ears, Dash. I didn’t say anything,” Danny insisted.
Dash practically growled in anger as he went to slam another fist into Danny’s face.
This time, however, Danny’s exhaustion caught up with him, and where normal people probably moved slower when tired, Danny routinely fought for his life and his instincts were far and beyond that. Immediately, Danny’s hand came up, catching Dash’s fist. Dash let out a barely audible noise of pain - which made sense, he had just done the equivalent of punching a brick wall.
“Lay. Off.” Danny hissed, tightening his grip on Dash’s hand threateningly before pushing Dash back.
Dash stumbled backwards, shaking the hand Danny had gripped. “Why don’t you make me, geek?”
“Danny…” Sam said beside him, tugging on his sleeve.
Even as she did that, though, Danny heard the students around him beginning to chant. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Danny let his backpack slide off his shoulder, landing with a loud thump on the floor. “Y’know what, Dash? I think I will.” Danny said, crouching down slightly and rolling his shoulders to loosen them, a more-than-slightly feral grin on his face. He was tired, he was over this, and he was so fucking done.
Surprise flickered across Dash’s face but he didn’t back down, raising both of his fists up.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The chanting continued.
“You gonna stand there and look stupid all day? It really is one of the few skills you’ve mastered.” Danny said, still looking a touch too feral.
Dash took the bait, lunging forward and aiming a fist towards Danny’s stomach.
Too easy.
Danny sidestepped him, hooking one of his feet behind Dash’s ankles and pushing while simultaneously driving an elbow into Dash’s back. Dash yelped as he fell, slamming his face into the locker.
A collective gasp went through the surrounding students. Everyone had been expecting Danny to get a tooth punched out or something, not for wimpy Fenton to nearly lay out their star quarterback.
“That the best you got, Baxter?” Danny taunted, stepping backwards.
“Danny, stop!” Sam called but Danny ignored her.
“Cheap shot, loser.” Dash spat back, getting back to his feet.
“So I’m fighting like you?”
Dash tried to rush him again and Danny just grinned wider. He jumped to the side and took one of Dash’s arms in both hands. He twirled both of them around, launching Dash back directly into the lockers.
Dash recovered faster this time and repeatedly tried to slam his fists into Danny’s face. Danny ducked and weaved, hands behind his back, letting Dash tire himself out. After several swings from Dash, Danny dropped and lashed out one of his legs, knocking Dash’s feet out from under him.
Dash fell and landed with a sharp, pained intake of breath, his back slamming against the linoleum floor.
“Where the hell did you learn how to fight like that, Fenton?” Dash wheezed, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
“My mom has three black belts.” Danny said, shrugging. It technically wasn’t a lie - his mom did have that, it just wasn’t where he learned to fight. “Now fuck off.” He added as he stepped around Dash, spinning the combination to his locker and grabbing his lunchbox.
People parted for him as he walked, many with shocked, open mouthed stares.
Sam and Tuck tagged along behind him.
“Seriously, Danny?” Sam hissed.
At the same time, Tucker said, “Nice one, Danny!”
He was still sleep deprived, he was still so over all the ghosts recently, but maybe now he could avoid fights of a human nature for a little while.
And less fights meant more naps, he determined as he laid his head down on the lunch table and promptly passed out, his friends his ever vigilant guards.
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a kiss for the chef? | qian kun
bf!kun cooks for his sick beloved (gender neutral)
contains. domestic atmosphere. lots of teasing. 95% fluff. 0.1% angst. 4.9% suggestive
word count. 1.8k
it was finally weekend, but as you got off work on friday evening you felt your body was starting to get chilly and your throat growing to feel a little itchy. you didn't think much of it, but after taking a shower you started feeling even worse, your body was now trembling in cold, no matter how many layers you would dress in, the blanket of your bed wasn't big help either. gladly the air conditioner remote was right on your nightstand, so you set it on heat with a timer for two hours and somehow managed to fall asleep.
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saturday morning was afwul, you had woken up from your own shivers and a splitting headache. it was nearly impossible to open your eyes but you fought with all your might to do just that. the scene of a rising sun only made you squint in pain. you got up, quickly, almost hysterically looked through your cabinets for some kind of pain killer, anything to make this headache go away as quick as possible. although your stomach felt super empty, you couldn't even think of eating breakfast right now, you were sure it would only make your condition worse, so you just went back to your bed for a nap.
you were out for around 2 hours, the sun was already lighting up your whole bedroom, but it didn't hurt your eyes anymore. your body still felt chilly, so you decided to check your body temperature. and there you have it: 38.8 degrees. you're officially sick. you groan in disappointment because you had made plans to go out with your friend in the afternoon, but it seems like that will have to wait. you grab your phone to let your friend know about your condition but what distracts you at the moment is your boyfriend kun. he has sent you a whole bunch of texts last night. you open the conversation and hurriedly read all the messages:
"did you finish work?" 17:05
"♪┌|∵|┘♪" 17:05
"is everything okay?" 18:24
"please let me know if anything happened as soon as you can okay" 18:32
":(" 20:01
"i hope you're sleeping well in your bed right now" 21:29
"goodnight baby~" 21:29
"i don't want to seem clingy but i'm a bit worried. hope i'm just overreacting. call me" 00:57
cold sweat washes over you as you read your boyfriend's messages and grasp how concerned he was last night. you press the call button immediately, not sure if he's available to talk at the moment. but he picks up almost right away. "y/n!" he exclaims, almost startling you "is everything alright?", his voice rushed and a little shaky. you can tell he was waiting for you to call as soon as possible.
"hello... don't worry nothing happened last night" you shyly answer.
"really? why didn't you answer? you never leave me hanging like this". you can imagine him sulking a little and that warms your heart.
you cough softly and reply with "i'm sorry. i think i got fever last night, and i slept so poorly" you sigh, "also I'm constantly cold"
kun shuffles around at the other side of the line and relaxedly exhales. "should I cancel my schedule and come to you? did you eat?" you can practically see his tense expression turn into endearing one.
"no! don't cancel anything. believe it or not, i know how to fight the fever myself"
kun chuckles sounding a bit more laid-back now, "you sure you don't need more punch power in this fight?"
"i'm sure! don't cancel your schedules!" you practically order "and don't you dare come here i don't want you to get sick because of me". you say but feel regret forming in your chest right away. you don't want to push him away.
although you felt horrible, and knew that staying away from him would be better for everyone, you still yearn to see him after a long week of you both continuously working.
you assume that kun reads your mind when he says "you think a fever can stop me from coming to see you after all this time apart?"
you blush at his words and bashfully reply, "but it's only been 5 days"
"5 days of torture. and you are telling me to make it 6? no way."
you kick your feet under a blanket but try your best to keep your composure because you're still on a call with him.
"i'll have to hang up now, make sure you eat and take your medicine right after, okay?" kun instructs rushedly but doesn't forget to add "i love you"
"alright. okay. good luck at work. i love you"
the conversation ends and you smile to your phone foolishly, until you see your friend's text asking you if you're ready to go out today. you feel dumbfounded for forgetting about this previously made arrangement for a bit but let her know immediately that you're feeling unwell and would like to reschedule to another time.
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your doorbell suddenly rings at 7 in the evening, startling you as you were dozing off, all wrapped up in blankets and watching your k-drama.
you pick yourself up lazily, still wrapped in blankets and rubbing your eyes, you look at the intercom screen and see your boyfriend's face. you grin to yourself at the sight and open the door for him.
"why didn't you use the digital lock..." you whine first thing as you greet him.
kun looks at you, all wrapped up in blankets like a big human sized chicken wrap and coos, "oh baby..." he walks in with two giant bags in his hands raising them up higher to show them off "my hands were full by the way"
"how did you press the bell then?" you continue whining.
"with my nose" kun giggles as he softly places a small peck on your forehead while walking past you. he puts the bags down on the kitchen chair and starts unloading them, revealing snacks and various food ingredients.
you chuckle at his words and walk up to him to investigate what he's plotting with all this food. there were way more groceries than you can use in one day. "didn't i tell you to not come over?" your tone is a bit more serious now.
kun without a word hangs his jacket, washes his hands after unloading the rest of the groceries and starts tying your kitchen apron on himself.
"hey, aren't you busy?" you push when you don't get an answer.
"do you really think i could work on my projects right now knowing that you're here sick all alone?" kun cuts, his voice stern, but eyes soft.
you can't keep this tough act up anymore and give in with a small "sorry..."
kun looks down at the table with the groceries and grins, showing off his dimples. "did you—" "what are you—" you both speak at the same time and suddenly burst into silly laughter, breaking the previous tension completely.
"you go first baby" kun says as he washes and starts cutting up some vegetables.
you sheepishly smile "what are you making? can I help?"
kun adores you. he practically melts when you offer him your help, but he politely declines "next time. right now i need you to go lay down and just wait until the food is served"
"isn't that princess treatment?" you tease.
"yes. only for you" kun replies, making you both cringe a little.
he's busy with pots and pans but you know you can completely trust him since his food never tasted less than perfect.
you keep stealing looks at him from the living room sofa where you're *watching* your television, when in reality you can't focus on the plot anymore.
"are you in love with me or something?" kun's chirpy voice teases you from the kitchen and you could swear he hasn't looked up to you this whole time, but somehow he still managed to feel your stares from the other room. he chuckles to himself and stirs the food in the pot carefully "it's almost ready"
you wiggle your feet excitedly as he brings you a bowl with steaming congee and a plate of fresh breadsticks on the side. the smell alone drives you crazy.
kun watches your expression with so much affection and you can see he's fighting the urge to smother you in his love. he takes your spoon in order to feed you the first scoop. it tastes heavenly but you just have to tease him once more, so you make a questionable face at the first bite.
to your success, his expression changes from endearing to confused by your reaction "what is it? is it too salty?"
"no... but it has a lot of this one ingredient..."
"what ingredient?" kun smells the congee in your bowl one more time, trying to figure it out.
"it's just so..." you are keeping him on edge with dragging your answer "... full of love"
kun relaxes a bit and shakes his head with a scrunchy grin at your little game.
"oh y/n... finish it quickly so I can tackle you"
you both giggle, "aren't you scared to get sick?" "i won't get sick" kun immediately replies, his eyes basically burning into you, making you blush a little. you hide your cheeks with the bowl avoiding this intense eye contact.
he's sitting right beside you on the sofa, he patiently waits and watches every little mimic on your face as you eat the meal he so carefully prepared. as you're finishing up the last scoops in the bowl, his eyes darken a little and he's moving the bowl out of the way, on the table.
"repeats please!" you cut the sly act, sensing what's going on.
kun snickers and points a finger at you, "the congee isn't forever you know" he gets up to pour you another round of this delicious meal.
he's back staring at you as you're finishing up the second bowl until you can't eat anymore. "thank you. it was a very hearty meal. brought me back home"
kun smirks confidently, shifts closer to your side and boldly says, "so.. a kiss for the chef?"
you sigh with a small smile, you knew this was coming sooner or later, "i'm sick, kun"
"a kiss for the chef?" he repeats with the same tone.
you groan a little, feeling like this is not a winning fight for you, and cup his face in your palms, looking deep into his eyes. he's staring back at you, puffing his lips out.
"you look so silly" you say as you squish his cheeks more firmly, making his lips puff more.
he tries to smile with his cheeks pressed between your hands and makes you laugh cheerily.
"thank you chef" you let off your grip, now holding him gently and finally press your lips to his.
he smiles into the kiss, pulls back for a moment and scans your features once more. once he sees that mutual sparkle in your eyes he slips right under the blanket you have wrapped yourself into, kissing you back so hungrily, "it's dessert time"
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Maybe a criminal minds oneshot where JJs daughter (basically Henry but a girl instead). Is feeling a lot of anxiety and stress about her moms job not able to sleep, focus at school, maybe she ends up really sick in the hospital? (Kind of like the current storyline they’re doing with Henry?)
Pairings; JJ x Daughter!Reader
content warnings; angst, talks of serials killers, knifes, anxiety, and fears
a/n; my first request I hope I did it well enough! Please lmk what you think!
wc; 1.2k
[masterlist]
Growing up your parents worked beyond hard to keep the world as light and fun for you as possible. It was manageable, they both vowed to never bring their work home. Until someone took your dad and almost killed you. Being so young you really had no clue, you just remember your mom getting into a fight with the woman.
It still showed you the truth, of not just the world but your parents jobs. That they were in danger of losing their lives every-time they stepped out in the field.
You were 17 now with the same fears and anxieties creeping back up. Your mom and dad were all you had and losing them would destroy you. Handling all this by taking extra hours volunteering after school and staying at the dance studio.
It was helpful, getting your mind off things until you heard about the case your mom was working on. Some guy was killing people for really no reason at all but he also hated your moms teams. Every serial killer usually had a vengeance for the BAU.
This one scared you the most, your mom was afraid of “not being able to protect you.” She doesn’t know you heard it but until he was caught your anxiety had gotten worse.
School was becoming increasingly stressful being around everyone. Your anxiety increased even more when you thought about your dad. His job was no better than your moms. He was just closer to home and it still scared you. You were pulled out of your thoughts when your mom called you downstairs.
“Yeah mom?” You asked walking down the stairs with her standing next to her go bag, you knew what it meant, that she either had a case or was heading to the office and would eventually be called on a case.
“I got called into a case” of course “I’m not sure how bad it is but I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She said with the same sympathy that she always had. As if she knew how much her leaving effected you.
“It’s fine mom, I’ll see you after” you walked down giving her a hug almost tearing up. The rest of the day was spent lazily around the house. You did some homework, watched tv, even started a new tv show.
None of it could distract your mind from Franky Brown, the rapist, serial killer that was very angry at the BAU. They are getting closer to cracking the case and he knows. Thanks to one of the late nights when she came home and sat on the phone with Auntie Emily you knew more about the case.
JJ was constantly a target not just cause of the BAU but because she was also a woman. Growing up you remember hearing how she was kidnapped and tortured. You visited her in the hospital not knowing the reason just that she was hurt. Life would be pointless without your mom. She was your best friend and you had to protect her.
“Time for bed baby, your mom will be here later” Will said he planting a kiss on your forehead and heading to the kitchen.
“Goodnight dad” you gathered your homework and headed to your room shutting the door behind you. You got ready for bed, checked all your windows, including the one in your bathroom before heading to your bedroom. After that you quickly grabbed your backpack, grabbing the knife that Amya’s brother gave you last week. He has an entire collection of knives all different sizes and colors, so you may have sweet talked your way into getting one for free.
It wasn’t entirely too big but it was big enough. It was sliver and black and you’ve slept with it every night since you’ve got it. You know it’s ridiculous to think but what if Franky does show up here? You allowed your mind to wonder as you slowly drifted to bed.
You were abruptly awaken by the pictures next to your window fallen. Your heart was pounding and you were so afraid you could barley move. You quickly slid your hand to the knife as the person touched your shoulder.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME” you swung the knife quickly standing up on top of your bed. Pointing the knife toward the figure in the room, attempting to catch your breath.
“Y/N it’s me!” JJ yelled toward you quickly flicking the light on. You were hyperventilating in a corner as you brung your knees to your chest, knife still pointed at your mom.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorr—y” cut off by your sobs,
“I’m going to sit next to you” your mom said as you nodded your head prompting her to sit down. JJ slowly removed the knife but you gripped it tighter avoiding eye contact. Your dad had walked into the room when he heard the commotion. Both your parents had known you were worried more. The tighter hugs and begging them to come home didn’t go unnoticed and this put the cherry on top.
“Your safe baby, I promise, I’m going to take the knife now.” Will spoke up moving closer to you to take the knife away.
You sat in silence with your parents, somewhere in between your dad had taken the knife from you. The concern and worry on their faces didn’t go unnoticed which made you cry harder.
“Sweetie, why did you have a knife under your pillow?” Your mom asked moving a hair behind your ear.
“We’re not upset darling, we don’t don’t want you to hurt yourself in your sleep” Your dad said as he came to sit in front of you.
“Franky Brown” you looked at your mom and bursted into tears, “What if he hurts you or what if he comes here and hurts me—“ you choked on your own sobs.
“Come here” your mom pulled you into a long awaited hug. You squeezed just how you did when you were a little girl, wanting to melt into her. Your mom wasn’t doing so hot either. Her job was important to her but never more important than you.
“I’m sorry I brought this home to you and I’m more sorry we didn’t know.”
“I heard you on the phone with Aunt Emily and I just thought he’d come here next, they have before.” You said honestly, remembering the woman who came here with your dad. The horrible fight you heard your mom in, at the time you were still oblivious to what happened but it happened.
“That’s never going to happen again” will spoke,
“Not if we can help it, I’m sorry I can’t help you feel safe” your mom began to tear up only breaking you more. You hated seeing her sad, you had seen it enough after cases.
That night none of you could get much sleep. Your mom stayed in your room with you as you both were cuddled up together.
“I love you, y/n and I want you to feel safe and never keep this in. I’m here for you. Always.” Kissing your forehead and settling back in. You looked up at her and smiled, “ I know mom.” And you did. At least know you knew now.
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I feel you with being sick lately, I’ve been sick all week plus I got the ol’ red tide happening so I’m not having a good time T-T. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the A-17 & Fordo combo, so if you want and have time and feel able could you please do another Alpha-17xReaderxFordo fic where the boys comfort and care for a busy reader who won’t stop to take care of herself? Thanks for your time and i hope you’re feeling better and having fun!
Take A Break
Summary: As a post war Senator, you've been working hard to make sure that the clones remain safe...perhaps too hard.
Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader x ARC Captain Fordo
Word Count: 719
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I am feeling a lot better, thank you for asking, I'm just tired, so my brain doesn't want to make words work today, lol. I also do have your other request! Thank you for your requests, and your patience.
You’re exhausted. Down to your bones.
You feel as though you’ve been going non-stop for years now. And at this point maybe you have been. And now that the war is over, you should be able to rest and relax more, not less.
But for every person who supports your Clone Rights Bill is another person who opposes it, which means that you’re working just as hard now as you were when the war was at its height.
You haven’t even managed to go home in the last three days. Though, at least, you’re not alone. None of the other Senators who are working on this bill have been able to leave either.
You caught Bail staring at a blank wall earlier today with a cup of caf in each hand and a straw in each cup, allowing him to drink both at the same time. Personally, you think it’s brilliant, but the look on Commander Thorn’s face when he gently escorted Bail back to his office makes you think that maybe you’re too exhausted to really judge that.
You thread your fingers through your hair, and you stare at the datapad laying on the table in front of you. You’ve been reading the same argument for the last hour, and you haven’t managed to retain a single word of it.
You drop your hands from your hair and press the palms of your hands over your eyes. They’re burning from exhaustion and strain, and you really should dig your glasses out of your desk to help with at least some of that, but that sounds like work and you’re so tired of work-
For a moment, just a moment, you consider taking a break. And then your datapad dings as a new message crosses the screen.
It’s from Padme. The subject line simply reads, “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
You open the message and it’s a message forwarded from Senator Burtoni. The basic idea being that she’s claiming that the Clones are Kaminoan property and so they should be returned to Kamino for repurposing and decommissioning.
And that sends a shot of awareness through your exhausted mind, and you start typing rapidly. And you note, absently, that you’re not the only one.
About an hour later, you notice that Bail is no longer online. And then neither is Padme.
And then your office door slides open and you blink, blearily, at the two men that enter your office. Alpha looks unimpressed, and Fordo doesn’t look much happier, actually.
Alpha folds his arms over his chest, “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since you’ve been home?”
That’s a silly question, of course you do. It’s been…uh…
You blink at him, and decide that it’s a dumb question and ignore it, “This is important.” You finally say, “Senator Burtoni wants to decommission-”
“That’s normal. Senator Burtoni has always wanted to decommission us.” Alpha says with a roll of his eyes, “Have you slept at all in the last three days?”
“Uh…I closed my eyes for an hour yesterday while listening to a speech?” You offer as an answer, and then you squeak when Fordo crosses the room and gently pulls you from your seat, only to pull you into his arms.
You slump into his embrace, the exhaustion becoming almost overwhelming now that you’re not actively staring at your work.
“Have you eaten, cyare?” Fordo asks, his voice soft.
You nod mutely, because you have. The Senate Droids have been bringing you meals, which is part of the reason that the senate has droids, honestly.
“You just haven’t been home…or sleeping.” Alpha says, and you can feel his fingers against the back of your neck, rubbing soothing circles there.
“...’m sorry.”
“Shh. We’re not mad. We’re worried.” Fordo lightly squeezes your hips, “This isn’t healthy, cyare.”
“You need to take a break.” Alpha interjects, “It’s time to go home. You can take a bath and curl up in bed and sleep until you’re not tired anymore.”
“And maybe we’ll cuddle with you.” Fordo adds with a small smile.
You sigh softly, and rest your head against his chest, “What did I do to deserve you both?”
Alpha chuckles and presses a light kiss to your shoulder, while Fordo drops a light kiss to your forehead. “Come on, cyare. Time to go home.”
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song as old as rhyme - chapter 17
{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}
chapter 16
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A/N: y'all, my home had no internet for like two days (i was able to keep posting due to wireless wifi but still, the struggle was real), this is why it took a bit longer to update, but here it is. Also, we are rapidly reaching the end of this story.
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Elize was plagued by strange dreams that night.
She had visions of her father, arriving in town, looking miserable. Then she saw him speaking of this evil, this devil that tempted him and took his daughter. There was a crowd around him, other citizens, all of them with a murderous look on their faces. She saw Audifax talking with that half elf, it seemed as if they were scheming.
The dreams ended with someone screaming for help, making Elize suddenly wake up in a cold sweat. She was breathing rapidly, eyes darting around and for a moment, she didn’t know where she was or why she couldn’t move. Elize closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she opened them again, now remembering the events of last night - the ball, the dance, the sex.
Elize looked down and realized why she couldn’t move much: she was laying on her side and both of Raphael’s arms were holding her, one was draped over her waist while the other was across her collarbone. Besides that, her legs were sandwiched in between his, and his chin was reasint above her head. Elize felt like one of the stuffed bears she used to hold as a child, and in a way, the weight on Raphael’s body calmed her. She managed to free one of her arms, and she used to hold on to the limb across her chest. That movement made Raphael’s chest rumble and he tightened his hold on her. Elize closed her eyes again and slept.
Hours later, Raphael woke up. At some point during the night, he had let go of Elize and now she laid on her back, although her head was turned. He looked at how softly her chest rose and fell, and he smirked at the purple marks he had left on her neck. Raphael had never awoke to such a peaceful morning before, with someone he cared for besides him but he liked the feeling. As he looked at her face, Raphael allowed himself to fantasize for a moment, thinking about waking up like this every morning, of having dinner with Elize every night, of her smiles, of a future together. The thought of children even crossed his mind, but that was a conversation for another moment.
With his finger, he delicately stroked her cheek and soon, her eyes fluttered open.
“Good morning.” He said as she yawned and stretched her arms. “How are you feeling?”
Elize sat on the bed. “Tired but overall, I’m good.” She gave him a small smile. She decided that later she’d speak about the dream.
Raphael smirked. “Good.” He got up from the bed. “Come. There are healing pools in my boudoir.”
Elize made her way towards the edge of the bed, and when she stood up, her legs were wobbly and shaking. She tried to walk, but almost fell, if it wasn’t for Raphael rushing towards her and steadying her. “I guess I’m more sore than I anticipated.” Elize hissed.
Raphael put one arm underneath her armpit and the other underneath her knees, raising her in his arms, effortlessly. Elize made a noise of surprise and held onto his neck. Raphael smirked and carried her towards the pool.
He lowered the two of them on the water, and Elize sighed in relief. The healing powers of the pool worked quickly, and Elize soon felt better. She let go of Raphael and dipped her head in the water.
“Feeling better?” Raphael asked, arms resting on the poolside.
“Yes.” Elize replied. “Thank you.”
Raphael nodded. “It is the least I can do, after last night’s activities.” At that mention, Elize blushed, remembering how things had gone down.
Although, she couldn’t help but wonder: what did that mean for the two of them? They had been intimate, but she still had a contract to follow through. Were they still debtor and debtee? It couldn’t be a relationship, they hadn’t talked about that, but for days now Elize had questioned her own feelings for the devil. Could there be more between them?
“You’re frowning.” Raphael said. “What is on your mind?”
Elize shook her head. “Nothing… I just… from where I’m from, we’re taught that young ladies should only be… intimate with their husbands. This is all very different for me.”
“I understand. Maybe we could discuss that later tonight.” He motioned for her to come closer. She swam towards him and he held her with one arm, while she put her hand on his chest. “For now, let us enjoy this peace.” She sighed and nodded.
…
After eating breakfast, Elize did not see Raphael for the rest of the day.
Instead, she was met with Haarlep’s instant questioning.
“Darling, what in the Hells is that on your neck?” They asked after entering Elize’s room. Although the healing water had managed to make most of them fade, she still had one hickey showing in her neck, and even after putting powder on it, the mark was showing.
“It’s a- I-” She stuttered and blushed, which was enough for the incubus to figure out what happened.
“Oh my…don’t tell me you two fucked.” Elize bit her lip and nodded, answering his question. Elize was sitting on the chair near the vanity, and Haarlep sat on the bed, taking one of her hands in both of his.
“Tell me, dear, was it awful? Terrible? Do you need someone to help you feel better?” They asked that last line with a mischievous look on their face.
“No, no, it was…quite good, actually.” She freed her hand and stood up, walking around as she spoke. “Raphael was very attentive, and he made me feel good, even if it was my first time.”
Haarlep’s eyes widened. “That…does not sound like Raphael.”
“If it helps, he did ask me to ride him at one point.” Elize said, remembering how Haarlep mentioned that their master liked being on the bottom.
“That sounds more like him.” Haarlep said. “Still, are you sure you are good? You do have that look that you want to talk about something”
Elize sighed. “It’s just that…I don’t know what this all means.” She turned to look at them. ”We had sex, yes, but does that mean something?”
“Well…do you want it to mean something?”
“I…” She wanted to say yes. But she couldn’t say it. “What if what I want isn’t what he wants?”
“Then…you can always have me.” Haarlep raised one eyebrow while smirking.
Elize chuckled. “Yeah, but you and I both know it wouldn’t be the same thing.” She sat down next to them. “I feel so conflicted.”
“Why?”
“I have all these feelings inside me because of Raphael. I mean, I should feel what I feel towards him, he almost ruined my dad’s life!”
“But?” Haarlep continued.
“But now…I feel safe with him. He makes me want to open myself to things, and I look forward to the times we talk. I think I’m…” She didn’t finish the phrase but both of them knew what she meant. “But what if he doesn’t feel the same way about me?”
Haarlep sighed and side hugged her. “Then that’s something the two of you have to discuss.”
Elize sighed, anxiously waiting for night time.
…
Meanwhile, Raphael paced around in his room.
He knew what he wanted. He wanted her. And he knew that Elize wanted something more out of the two of them. But he was a cambion and she was in his debt. Fiends weren’t known to love, but she brought the human side of him, putting his repressed emotions into display.
Should they begin a relationship, what could it mean, especially considering that she was in his debt. Raphael feared that with the contract in the way, and nothing could guarantee that she’d stay after her time was over. A small voice in the back of his head tried to convince him that Elize was playing games, that this was all an act to make him null the contract but he ignored the thought. She had proven herself enough already and he wouldn’t let his paranoia get the better of him.
Tonight could be decisive.
…
Dinner had been silent. Neither Elize nor Raphael wanted to bring up the topic but both knew they had to talk about it. Raphael felt as if there was something stuck in his throat that didn't let him speak, while Elize was nervous about bringing up her feelings.
Instead, Elize decided to talk about something else. “I had a dream last night.” She spoke, and he looked at her. “I had these visions of my father. He was talking with these people and they all looked angry. “ She paused. “I think he could be in danger.”
“It was a dream, dear.” Raphael said.
Elize shook her head. “You don’t understand. Sometimes…what I see in my dreams come true. It was off of a dream that I knew father had made a deal with you.” She looked at him, frowning. “Mother always said I had good intuition and I feel that my father needs me.”
Raphael sighed. He too, in the past, had been plagued by prophetic dreams. “And what do you want to do about it?”
Her lips tightened. “I think… I think I should go see him.” Raphael scrunched his nose. “If only for one night, just to make sure he is okay.”
“I would have to grant you permission.”
“Please, Raphael, just for one night.” She pleaded. “I’ll just make sure things are right and I’ll come back immediately.”
‘She’s trying to trick you.’ The voice in the back of his head spoke. But he didn’t have a good enough reason to doubt her intentions. He had to trust her.
“One night, then. You’ll go after dinner is over and once you’re done, you’ll return.”
Elize nodded. “And how will I come back?”
Raphael snapped his fingers and a paper appeared next to her plate. “That is a scroll for the Gate spell. Use it to conjure a portal here.” Elize took the paper in her hands and nodded again. “One more condition.”
“Yes?”
“You have to come back before the sun rises.” Raphael said. He didn’t have to tell her what would happen if she didn’t come back.
“Of course.” Elize went back to eating and so did he.
After both of them were done, Raphael snapped his fingers and a portal opened. “Go. Remember our conditions.” She walked up to the portal but before she stepped inside, he said. “And Elize…once you come back, we have something to talk about.”
“I know.” She nodded and entered the portal.
#raphael x oc#raphael x elize#not tav oc#raphael baldur's gate 3#raphael bg3#raphael the cambion#beauty and the beast AU#haarlep bg3
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Call Of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath
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heyo! this is what came to fruition after i spent weeks angry about the codg ending. i’ve waited years and nothing, so i decided to write it myself. this will be third person but logan will be the main focus always, like you’re watching a movie and he’s the main character. this is truly just my unruly imagination, and it gives me the chance to add some oc’s into the mix, because why not? to all you hungry, hungry ghosts fans, i hope this gives you a little fuel. please enjoy my rendition of call of duty ghosts 2.
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“UNCHARTED TERRITORY”
July 12th - 17:13:03
Rorke’s Holding Cell, Location Unknown
……..
“C’mon, Logan! Wake up!”
A soft groan escaped Logan’s lips as he was quickly reminded of how much chaos and havoc his body had been put through in the past few days. It all came rushing back — the train, Rorke, Hesh. Where was Hesh?
“Logan. C’mon, man,”
He tried his best to move, but the amount of pain that wracked his thin frame was far worse than anything he’d ever experienced before. His head was throbbing so violently that he couldn’t even open his eyes, and it seemed like every time his heart beat, a new wave of warm crimson liquid leaked from his right temple. His entire torso was in so much pain it felt like he had a dozen swords stabbing clean through him and into whatever he was propped against. His entire body felt like it was on fire. A long, hot, devastating fire.
“Logan.”
The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t recognize it. He could feel something cold on each of his wrists. Chains? He tried to move, to open his eyes, but he ended up falling to the side and thudding onto the concrete below instead. His entire body was in so much pain that he hardly even noticed when his stomach released any remaining sustenance left inside of him all over the floor beside his face.
“That’s not good,”
“Did he just puke?”
“Yep,”
Now there were two familiar voices in the room, neither of which Logan could pinpoint. His brain was swimming in and out of consciousness. In his fevery haze, his mind took him back to when he got sick when he was young, when his father and Hesh would take care of him no matter if they were sick or not. His father used to stay in his room all through the night. Sometimes even on the foot of the bed… But he never slept. He always stayed up doing a sudoku puzzle or scrolling on his phone until Logan’s quiet, pitiful, broken voice called out to him:
“…D…ad?”
Logan didn’t even recognize his own voice, let alone understand how he had enough strength to push out the word. He heard one of the other people in the room sigh heavily.
“Logan. Hey, kid, I know you’re hurt, but you gotta get up. We have to get out of here,”
“I don’t think talking to him is gonna work any better than it has been for the past hour and a half,”
“What else am I supposed to do? Perform him a ballet?”
Suddenly, a loud thud echoed around the room, and the repetitive sound of heavy footfalls entered.
“Looks like our new recruits are getting a little too lively. Shut them up, boys. And get that one out of the floor,”
Several more pairs of boots entered the room, and it wasn’t long before Logan’s half-conscious ear perked at the sound of fighting. Punches being thrown at the people in the room.
“Can't even do your own dirty work, Rorke?!” One of the familiar voices shouted.
There was a snicker. “Just because my hands are clean doesn’t mean the work ain’t dirty.”
Suddenly, a shrill, panic-inducing sound rang through the air. A gunshot.
“Keegan! Keegan?!”
“Shut that one up, too. And what did I say?! Miller, get the small one out of the floor!”
Logan failed to open his eyes as two hands slid under his armpits and lifted him back into a sitting position. The person’s touch was warm, something he missed terribly from home. He felt their hand land on his forehead. To check his temperature, he guessed? He had to admit, he wouldn’t mind if it stayed there.
“Get away from him. They’re captives, not patients. We aren’t here to tend to them. Go find Jackson, he probably has something beneficial for you to do,”
As the hand left his forehead and all of the footsteps disappeared, the only sounds he could hear from the other ‘captives’ were their labored breathing and the occasional groan. His mind was still swimming, and as soon as unconsciousness started trying to take him under, he let it.
……….
The youngest Ghost’s brain tried to jerk him back into consciousness for what seemed like the fiftieth time. He was still propped against the wall. He remembered the conversations of the people he’d heard earlier, and just as a member of the military should, he immediately began re-hashing all the facts he’d come across earlier.
As far as he could deduce from the number of familiar voices, there were at least three of them in the room. One of them was Keegan, who’d likely been shot, according to the shouts he heard after the boom. He still couldn’t manage to pinpoint the other voice. It was right on the tip of his tongue…
He used every ounce of willpower he had left to peel his heavy eyelids open. His mouth was dry and tasted like vomit, which explained the giant puddle of bile next to him. His combat Ghost uniform was gone, leaving him in only a tank top, cargo pants, and socks. The floor he was sitting on was concrete. The circular walls were concrete. Everything was concrete except for the roof, which was glass with vines peeking through a couple cracks, only allowing a tiny bit of dim light to shine inside. He glanced down at his hands — there were chains attached to his wrists that ran all the way to the wall behind him. They had to have only been five feet long, and each wrist had a keyhole.
Glancing upward, his eyes caught the shapes of two more figures spaced evenly around the circular room. The first was laying on his side, with a large pool of crimson beneath him. Logan’s throat tightened. “Keegan? Keegan!”
After a few moments of silence, there was a cough. “Don’t worry. I can see him breathing from over here. He ain’t dead.”
Logan turned his attention to the other figure, who was in a slightly darker location than Keegan. He was sitting up, head turning as he looked between the two.
“Who are you?” Logan croaked, eyeing the figure as he shifted slightly.
“It’s Kick, man,”
Logan furrowed his brow. Rorke had gotten to Keegan and Kick, too? What about Hesh and Merrick? What if they were all here somewhere, or worse…
Logan seemed to relax after Kick’s response, finally bringing his hands up to rest on his torso. He had to have at least five broken ribs. The fire in his chest was almost just as unbearable as the shooting pain in his head. He must’ve been bashed, or kicked, because even though he didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, that headache was bound to stay for at least a month. He’d been shot before, blown up, sure, but he’d never had to sit through pain like this. Not to mention that he felt like he was gonna puke again, and his entire body was weak and hot and shivering like he had a severe case of the worst flu known to man. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, poorly fighting the fever-and-pain-induced tears that were stinging at the back of his eyes.
He remembered his feverish dreams of his father sitting on the foot of his mattress. Pressing a cool hand against little Logan’s hot forehead. The fever quickly and undoubtedly won its battle against his psyche, because indeed, he started crying. Hard, and against his will.
“Logan? What’s going on, kid?”
He hesitated, internally hating himself for looking so weak in the eyes of his colleagues. Even then, he felt so bad that he couldn’t bring himself to lie. “I feel like I’m dying.”
Kick stayed quiet for a few seconds, listening to the sniffles and sobs Logan was trying his absolute hardest to stop. To be honest, the fact that he couldn’t stop them probably made it worse.
“You’re gonna be alright,”
The youngest of the ghosts took a second to have a brief coughing fit, only making his crying worse. Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying.
“Shh. You’re gonna be alright, Logan,” Kick reassured a little louder this time, trying his best to gain his younger counterpart’s attention. Logan stopped talking and instead placed a shackled hand over his eyes. He hated crying. Dry it up, he ordered himself. He wiped away the tears and sighed heavily, pushing any chance of emotion so far inside of him that it would take a tank to blow it out. Ghosts don’t cry. Ghosts don’t show weakness. Ghosts don’t die.
Suddenly, the door to the room swung open again.
“Well, well. Sounds like these guys just don’t wanna stay quiet, do they?”
A new level of anger rose up inside of Logan as soon as he heard the voice of the man he thought he finally killed. Rorke stepped into the room by himself, pushing the door behind him so it was only slightly ajar. His eyes immediately landed on Keegan’s crumpled body.
“Man, losing all that blood must’ve got to ‘em,” Rorke made his way to the unconsious Ghost and nudged him with the toe of his boot. “If he ain’t dead yet, he will be soon.”
Logan wanted nothing more than to shoot him again. He couldn’t really do that, so he settled for the next best thing: he wiped the very remnant of tears off his face and snapped, “Don’t touch him, you self serving bigot.”
“Logan,” Kick warned.
“Look at that, little Walkers awake. And so is his sass. Just like his daddy,” Rorke was smiling when he turned toward the one who’d spoken. “That little attitude of yours? It ain’t gonna hold up much longer in here, boy. If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut before you talk yourself into a bullet like your friend did.”
Logan gritted his teeth. “I’d much rather take a bullet than obey anything that comes out of your mouth.”
The sheer speed that Rorke marched over to him and jerked him off the floor was nearly unmatched. He slammed Logan against the concrete wall, smirking when his head bounced off of the hard surface with a loud knock. The Ghost’s vision started blurring. Sometimes there was one Rorke, sometimes there were three. He could hear Kick yelling in the background, but couldn’t tell what he was saying.
“You’re so weak right now that for your survival's sake, I’d suggest you rethink that,”
Rorke let go of him, sending him sliding back into the floor. Just as he settled on the concrete, his knee came into harsh contact with Logan’s chin, causing him to limply jerk to the side and land on his hands and knees. His vision and hearing was really messed up now. All he could see was gray, and it sounded like he was underwater.
Rorke latched onto his hair and jerked his head upward so the boy’s dull eyes met his icy ones.
“I see tear-streaks in your warpaint. Don’t pretend to be so tough next time, kid, and maybe you won’t get the tar beat out of ya,”
Rorke let go of his hair and kicked his arms out from under him, sending Logan crashing into the concrete face-first. And with a chuckle and a quick glance at Kick, he left the room again.
“Logan, you okay?”
Logan slowly pulled himself off the concrete and sat back against the wall. His head was still spinning and throbbing painfully, and he couldn’t see right.
“Talk to me, kid,”
He brought a hand up to his head. “I’m gonna pass out.”
“No, no, you’re fine. Stay awake,”
“I’m trying,” He was beginning to slur his words, and his head was growing abnormally heavy on his shoulders. Apparently Kick noticed, because he continued:
“Stay with me,”
Even though Logan hated to disobey, he couldn’t really help it when his eyes fluttered shut, and he fell over onto the concrete for the second time.
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#cod#cod fandom#cod fic#cod fanfic#cod oc#keegan p russ#hesh walker#logan walker#elias walker#gabriel rorke#call of duty ghosts#call of duty#kick#merrick cod#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley
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It's Not Easy Pt. 3 (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)
Summary: You and Bradley were friends for years before you became more, and had to go through a lot of trials and heartache before that. You were always there for him when he needed you most. This is the story of how you grew to love Bradley, and how he grew to love you in return.
TW: Swearing, Suggestion of *ahem* self pleasure. (That's right, we're getting SPICY over here).
Friends to Lovers requested by @iefitzgerald-blog
I hope you guys like it, please comment and let me know 🥰 I love reading them.
*****
You had a month before you had to show up to your squadron, but for some reason neither you or Bradley had been informed where that would be, so you weren’t worried about any time crunches. Not wanting to be in Pensacola any longer, you caught the next Space A flight home with the Air Force into Langley. Maverick had picked you up from there, since your family was still in Florida.
You had called him around three in the morning, sorry for waking him but still in tears, and you had asked him if it was possible for him to pick you up at Langley in five hours. He, of course, agreed. When you stepped off the C-17, he was on the Tarmac with his motorcycle and you had just walked into his arms and began to cry all over again.
His jaw clenched when you told him what Bradley had said, and even he agreed that those words were probably not his own. That made you feel a little better. After everything you two had been through, and after everything you had done for him, it couldn’t be true. You had just agreed sadly, whimpering from the effort to stop crying. Having been awake all night, you were exhausted; the extra emotion didn’t help you.
Around ten, Maverick’s motorcycle pulled into your driveway, and you hopped off; moving like a slug. He seemed worried for you, but you thanked him for the ride and turned to go into the house. When Maverick called that he would bring you food later, you smiled gratefully as he backed his motorcycle out of the driveway.
Unlocking the door, you climbed up to your room and flopped onto your bed and passed out for a few hours.
*****
After calling your family in a panic, Bradley figured out that you had gone home. Thanking God that you didn’t mention the reason to your family, Bradley began the long drive to your house.
The entire drive, he thought about what he said last night. He thought about every little thing you had done for him, ever. He thought about how sorry he was and what he wanted to say. He didn’t mean it, those words weren’t his. He too was confused on how to proceed. Was it just something that happened? He didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had both built over the years, but he worried that he already did. He remembered the way you looked at him after you got your acceptance letter to the academy almost five years ago.
Your eyes were glassy with tears, because he wouldn’t be with you. You didn’t deserve to cry over him, he wanted to protect you from all harm and he did more harm than good it seemed. You had stared up at him with so much feeling that he decided then and there that you were the only person he would ever want in his life. But when you had pulled away from him somewhat after he attempted to kiss you, he panicked. He wanted to give you space. Then the time had gotten away from you both.
When the welcome sign for the state of Georgia flew by him, he started to squirm in his seat. He couldn’t catch a flight out, because there wasn’t anything else heading to Virginia until the next day for commercial, or later that week otherwise. This was going to be a long drive. A long, incredibly guilty drive.
*****
When Mav knocked on your door later, you groggily answered it; having slept much later than you would have preferred, and it was getting late now. Instead of bringing you dinner, he decided to take you out and treat you.
He brought you to one of your favorite places, a pub that he used to take you and Bradley all the time. The both of you sat in a booth while you wolfed down a burger. You vented to him between bites, riled up all over again over it.
“Why would he even say it if he didn’t mean it? Y’know?” you questioned, popping the last bite of the meal in your mouth. You sipped your water, the idea of alcohol leaving a bitter taste in your mouth after the events of the night before.
“Honestly? I have no idea,” he admitted, “I’ve never known Bradley to be like that. I certainly never expected him to speak to you like that, ever.” You shook your head, frustrated.
“It hurts, Mav,” you whispered, “It hurts to love him.”
“I know,” he said, patting your hand.
“What?” you asked, worried when he looked behind you.
“Nothing, I thought I saw someone I knew,” he reassured, but he was actually reading the clock.
“Oh. Okay,” yawning, you stretched your arms above your head, “I’m either just waking up or winding back down, place your bets,” you chuckled. A comfortable silence filled the gap between you both, and you tapped the table to filter out any energy you had.
“Want to go to North Island?” he asked suddenly, and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Uh, sure. I’m not sure when I’ll have time off again but maybe we can arrange somethi–” you began but he cut you off, standing and throwing some money on the table.
“Alright, let’s go,” he grinned at you, and reaching into his pocket he pulled out two plane tickets for you.
“Mav, I don't know,” you hesitated, shocked, and he made a show of sighing.
“Y’know, Knuckles, I know that you won’t refuse orders from your superiors,” he said, a hint of teasing in his eye, and you made an exasperated expression towards him.
“Mav, you’re not my superior, and we’re not at work,” he feigned shock at your words.
“Excuse me? I am too, I am a Captain and you are but a lowly Junior Grade Lieutenant,”
he laughed, obviously joking, but continued, “Besides, they’re not orders from me. Someone wants to meet you.”
Now you were curious.
*****
Bradley parked the bronco in the driveway, hopping out, his legs feeling like jelly. When he ran up the stairs, he paused before knocking, when he realized the lights were off and the door was locked. He knocked anyway, just in case you were asleep. There was no answer and not a peep from inside the house. Sighing, he knew where you had gone, and although he didn’t want to, he went anyway.
A short drive later, he pulled up to the familiar house of his now estranged Uncle. He got out and stood on the other side of the vehicle. He would have been hesitant regardless, but he saw that Mav’s house was in the same state. Lights off and locked. His heart sank, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do next.
Texting your brother on his phone, his fingers flew over the little buttons, working to type as quickly as possible on the teeny new device.
Are you sure she came back? She’s not home.
Yes, she texted me last night saying she was going to the house. Let me ask and find out where she is.
Five agonizing minutes passed before Bradley’s little flip phone chimed.
She’s on her way to North Island, you just missed her.
Well that was unexpected.
*****
After your surprise trip, the sun was rising in San Diego when you and Mav left the airport. Your backpack was thrown over your shoulder when a fairly nice SUV pulled up to the two of you. The driver rolled down the passenger window.
“Captain Pete Mitchell?” he inquired, and Maverick, looking towards you with a shit eating grin, confirmed that yes he was.
“Should I feel underdressed?” you wondered out loud, and Maverick laughed, shaking his head and helping you into the vehicle.
“Don’t worry, Ice may be a Rear Admiral, but he’s an old friend,” he reassured, and you froze.
Iceman wanted to meet you?
It was about an hour drive from the airport, when you finally pulled up to the large house. Maverick had bounded up the walkway, already knocking on the door while you admired the view. You had never been this far west before, and this would be the first of many times. Mav had taken Bradley out here a few times in the past, mostly while your family had gone to visit relatives so you didn’t feel left out. The Pacific was beautiful, and in the coming years you’d grow fond of it.
A knob turned, and the sound of a door opening caught your attention. Turning to the house, you were met with the legend himself. Internally, you had to laugh; the Rear Admiral was dressed for the day in civvies, and he had slippers on. You weren’t sure why it surprised you, he was a person in the end like the rest of you.
He hugged Maverick, greeting him in a gravelly voice that suggested slight illness, and then turned to you. He spoke your name in a presumptive tone, and you reached out to shake his hand politely.
“Sir,” you greeted, shyness and station overcoming you once more. He chuckled, inviting you in.
Inside the house, there were pictures everywhere. He had a beautiful wife and his kids were adorable. They had to still be in high school from the looks of it, but not too far in. You caught a familiar photo of a certain boy, and you couldn’t stop the frown that formed.
“So,” Ice began, “Maverick has told me a lot about you.” You couldn’t help the small grin that replaced your frown.
“I hope it's all good, Sir,” you laughed, and he nodded, chuckling as well.
“All good things, all good things. Congratulations on graduating flight school, your parents must be proud,” he inquired and you nodded.
“Yes, Sir.”
“God, remember graduating flight school?” he huffed at Mav, who made a face in the realm of don't remind me that we’re old.
“I expect to see you in the next few years, top of your class in Top Gun,” he held his finger out at you, and you laughed. Then and there you made it a goal, as it had only been a dream before; after all, Iceman was expecting you to.
His wife came into the room, and Mav moved to give her a hug. She introduced herself as Sarah, and you went to shake her hand but she insisted on a hug. You felt so welcome here, and your worries were already melting away. When Sarah invited you all to the beach, you and Mav couldn’t deny her request. While she and Mav caught up, Iceman pulled you into his office.
It was a whole other world in that room, it was like a reminder that yes he was a family man, but he was also a legendary aviator. Your eyes caught the Top Gun trophy mounted on his wall, and your lips twitched into a smirk.
“So, I have a proposition for you,” he said, sitting in his chair, and you gave him your full attention.
“Yes, Sir?” you inquired, opening the floor for him to speak.
“As you know, the military is not… family oriented,” he began, and you nodded in agreement, “but, I know that you and Bradshaw are close. Maverick has told me all about how you have watched out for him all these years. On that note, I have two things to address, here.”
You looked him in the eyes, his words hurt you now, but you knew they were unintentional; they weren’t even meant to be hurtful. You couldn’t help but wonder what Bradley was up to right now.
“The first of those, is that I have to thank you,” he said sincerely, “As I’m sure you are aware, Maverick was not the only pilot in the sky that day. It was my action that put Maverick and Goose in that spin in the first place. So, aside from my first point, my advice to you,” he pointed at you, “don’t be cocky up in the sky. Maverick tells me you are nothing like him, but you can never be too careful.” He winked, and you grinned. You liked Ice, he was cool. Pun not intended.
“But, as I was saying, I have to thank you. I am so far away out here, I hardly see or hear from Bradley. It does me good to hear that he has someone and I am in your debt,” he beamed up at you gratefully. When you came to his house, you didn’t expect that Iceman himself would deem that he was indebted to you, but here you were.
“As for the second topic, there are two open slots among the Golden Warriors, the War Party, in Oceana. I have called in a favor and held onto those spots for you and Lieutenant Bradshaw,” he stated, shocking you with his kindness, "I would hate to see the two of you separated."
“I don’t know what to say, Sir,” you began, and he stood up, clapping you on the back.
“So don’t,” he laughed good naturedly, and you could only thank him, shaking his hand, “I am aware that there has been an issue between the two of you recently, but honestly, I wouldn’t worry about it. If he’s anything like Goose, he’ll come around.”
“He’s exactly like Goose,” you agreed, chuckling with him as you left the room. Your familiarity with a man you never met made him raise an eyebrow, but he dropped the subject.
“Now that business has been taken care of,” Mav clapped his hands together, “the fun can begin.”
*****
You had a lovely time so far in San Diego. When Mav brought you up in a two seater F/A-18, you couldn’t stop laughing from the way he flew. You couldn’t help it, it was entirely involuntary, but the chaos that was this man just made you crack the fuck up. You challenged him to a dogfight one day if the chance ever presented itself, and he told you he would hold you to it. Whether or not you and Maverick buzzed the tower was up for debate, as Kazanksy cleared the incident before it even happened; and if someone tried to wag their finger, you were not at fault because hello, you were in the BACK.
Visiting Top Gun, the Rear Admiral walked the two of you around. Mav, of course, had already been there. The tour was solely for yours and Bradley’s benefit. Iceman expected you to relay this information to him once you saw him again.
You had felt all of your troubles ease out here, but one night they came crashing into you all over again. Checking your phone, you realized Bradley hadn’t tried to reach out to you in any way. The only thing that kept your mind from wandering too far was the knowledge that your bunk mate passed onto you; that he had run after you as soon as he found out what had happened the night prior. It helped you work through your feelings before you had to face him again, and you had already begun to forgive him.
Was he just giving you space though? Why haven’t you heard from him? Oh God, what if he was angry at you for going to San Diego without telling him? What if he was mad that you went with Mav?
Sitting out in the sand on the beach, you watched the Kazansky kids play soccer. Fiddling with your flip phone, and biting your lip, your finger hovered over the call button on Bradley’s contact. Mav and Ice were watching you from a distance.
“I hope they sort everything out,” Ice confessed, “She really is a lovely girl, and I know Bradley must adore her. He needs to get his head out of his ass, you know I love the kid, but…”
“He really does,” Mav confirmed, “I think he just got a little too overwhelmed is all, Goose never could drink heavy and I think Bradley inherited that from him. He’ll come around.”
Closing your phone, you made your way over to the two gentlemen.
“I think I’m gonna head inside and make sure I have all my stuff together before we leave tomorrow morning,” you excused yourself, making your way up the small path to the house.
The next morning, bright and early, the same driver pulled up to the house, and you and Mav thanked Ice and Sarah for their hospitality. They invited you both back any time, hopeful to see you and possibly Bradshaw again. It had been a long time since he had made his way out here.
“I’ll see you soon, Knuckles. Remember, top of your class,” he winked, and you gave him a good natured salute. On that note, you and Mav were on your return trip to the east coast, where all your problems awaited solving.
*****
Jet lag had caught up to you, and even though the night found you dressing in your pajamas and still exhausted from the flight, you couldn’t sleep. Rain splashed against your window sill, pelting against the glass. Laying on your side, you had your blanket pulled up to your chin; like it was the only thing you had to protect you from the overwhelming quiet of the empty house.
Around ten o’clock, there was a knock at your front door. You crawled out of bed, your bare feet hitting the floor, and padded over to the top of the stairs. Flicking the light on, you were met with a sad Bradley Bradshaw peeking through the sidelight window. He had guilty eyes when they met yours, and you moved to unlock the door. Why he didn’t just let himself in, you didn’t know; he had a spare key. You opened the door, keeping your grip on the wood and your other hand came up to hold yourself against the wall; completely aware that you were blocking Bradley from entering. You waited for him to speak. He looked so much older than he did five years ago when he showed up on your doorstep, exactly on a night like this.
“I.. uhm.. I forgot my key,” he explained sheepishly, and you couldn’t help the tiny smirk that lifted one side of your mouth. He drove fourteen plus hours and forgot his key. When you didn’t respond, he sighed. You had already mostly forgave him, but you were also his best friend; so that meant you were gonna make him work for it.
“I’m so sorry,” he began; you couldn’t be sure if he was crying or if it was the rain, “I don’t know what that was the other night, but I have never believed anything like that. I have–,” his eyes darted around to find the words, “I don’t know, like, the highest opinion of you, and there’s no excuse for what I said.” Taking a deep breath, you removed your arm from the wall, allowing him to come in out of the rain. Making your way back up the stairs, you moved to open the bathroom closet, grabbing a towel when Bradley spoke up.
“What ar–”
“I’m not going to let you freeze to death,” you said, smirking and tossing him the towel you had grabbed. Despite how much it hurt, you did forgive him. It was going to take some time for you to fully heal from his words, though. He looked down at it, shamefully; remembering the night he came here, how you had taken care of him. How you had always taken care of him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said, echoing the boy who had been in this place so long ago.
Suddenly, he seemed so small, and it reminded you of how he had appeared in that split second just before realizing it was you who had knocked on his door when Carole died; like he was so lost.
Bradley looked at his best friend, and he saw his love. He had never told her this, but when he saw her that night, with her wet hair and sad eyes, he found his reason to keep going; and it had run six miles in the freezing snow to remind him that it was going to be okay. She was worth everything he had to give and more. But he was an idiot, and he had never told you that to your face.
“Just shower, Bradley,” you sighed, not really wanting to hear his self pity tonight, and when you turned to leave he grabbed your hand; the cold skin making you jump, along with the look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words could be found to express himself; so he started slowly.
“I’m an idiot,” he began, and normally she’d be quick to agree, but the emotion that consumed those eyes staring into her soul stopped her. “You have always been far too good for me. You took care of me, and you knew when I needed you most. I just didn’t know how to tell you what I was feeling,” he took a shuddering breath, “It kept me up at night… how much I love you. But of course, I am an idiot and I never told you. You have spent far too much time caring for me and, quite frankly, being the responsible one; and for me to not have said anything to you before is unacceptable. Because what I truly believe is that you deserve more than I will ever be able to give you.”
Bradley stepped closer to you, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin; but you couldn’t bring yourself to break away from his eyes. He held your hand in his and brought it to his chest like it was the most precious thing in this world, and his other hand came up to brush the tear from your cheek. Gasping at his cold touch, you shivered.
“I blamed you for not pursuing this, but I was just as scared; and it wasn’t fair of me to pin it on you, because I feel so much for you. I was supposed to be in your corner, and I wasn’t when I should have been. If anyone here is to blame, it’s me. I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I said, but I just… I just wanted to tell you now. Because I do, I love you more than anything this world could offer me. I love you,” he finished, and you could barely breathe with the way he brought your hand up to kiss it, and how he was looking at you. Gently, he let go of your hand, and turned to go shower; satisfied that he said what he had to.
“B- Bradley,” you stuttered, and he gazed at you with those damn puppy dog eyes that always made you melt. He was standing before you once more, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe from the tension in the air.
“I love you too,” it came out barely more than a whisper, and the words hung in the air for a second before Bradley crashed into you.
You didn’t know what was happening until it happened. Bradley had pulled you towards him, his chilled hands coming up to gently caress your neck, running featherlight down your exposed shoulder blades. His lips were freezing cold, but exactly how you had imagined them otherwise. Full, hungry, yet gentle. You brought your hands up to his chest, fisting his soaked shirt into them, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss, wanting to be closer to him. Savoring the moment, fearing that you had actually fallen asleep in your bed and dreamed of the man you loved for years, you nipped at his bottom lip teasingly. He groaned into the kiss, pulling you in by your waist with his left arm, bringing your body as close to him as could possibly be; his right hand was running through your hair. Your body was rigid against him, wanting him but too nervous to move beyond the comfort of the moment. The sound of heavy breathing and lips colliding filled the empty hall; noises of pleasure muffled by the other's kiss. Eventually, you pulled away for air, dizzy, and Bradley ran his hand down your face; leaning in once more for a quick tender, sweet kiss. He was disheveled, and you giggled, fixing his hair that your fingers had messed up. Eventually, you had to push him off you, shivering; he dropped his hands from your waist as you backed off.
“Go take a shower,” you grinned, licking your lips, which were now slightly swollen from the exchange and the top of your lip was red from the mustache he decided to finally start growing, “you’re freezing.”
He smiled at you, and when he bit his lip you felt it in certain places; both of your faces were red. His gaze traveled up and down your body, your little pajama shorts and white tank top driving him wild. He grinned, devilishly.
“Nice shirt,” he winked, and you looked down. Only to find that his shirt had soaked your own, and for the second time in your life your breasts were involuntarily on display for Bradley. To top it off, you were now freezing and wet, so it left even less to the imagination much to his delight. You groaned, bringing your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment; but you were too jetlagged to care and giggled, turning from the man standing in the bathroom doorway.
“Don’t expect this shower to be warm, sweetheart,” Bradley said, in a teasing tone, and you flipped him off without peeking back at him.
“Goodnight, Bradley,” you sang, teasing him in return. Needless to say, Bradley’s shower was quite long, and you yourself did not go to bed for another hour or two. Both of you dreamt of the other in privacy.
Everything left unsaid would be said tomorrow, there was always more time. You had waited years, you could wait one more night.
*****
Part 4
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Young American - Part 17**
I'm splitting the London visit in 2 parts! The wedding will be the next part :D
Warnings: drug use, P in V, overstimulation, forced orgasm, submission, exhibitionism, unprotected sex.
WC: 9K
It was the day of their flight to London and Y/N had slept 3 hours at most, she was nervous about her first flight ever. She had laid still and cuddled Harry all night, but she just couldn’t settle down. They were at Julie’s house since she was dropping them off at the airport around 6pm. Harry had just hopped out of the shower and Y/N was just double checking her personal item for the 5th time to make sure she actually had her passport in there.
“All packed up, baby?” Harry asked as he closed the door to her bedroom and she nodded, “S’the matter?” He asked at her very blank face.
“M’just nervous about the flight I guess.” She explained.
“Well you can hold my hand when we take off and land.” He said and she smiled at him.
“I mean, I was gonna anyway.” She said and he smiled as he passed by her and kissed her head quickly before getting changed.
“It’ll be alright, love. You won’t feel an awful thing under my watch.” He assured as he got his briefs on and she giggled and shook her head.
“How can you even guarantee that?” She asked. Harry glanced back and flashed her a grin.
“I may or may not have replaced half of the Altoids in my container with edibles.” He said and her eyebrows raised in shock.
“Harry! What if you get caught! You’ll go to jail!” She said with concern and he scoffed.
“Baby, it’ll be fine. I’ll have you take one right after we go up to security and it’ll hit you before we board and then you’ll be relaxed.”
“Or extremely paranoid.”
“No, it’ll be fine. Just stay calm.” He assured with a smile as he came over and held her face gently in his hands and she exhaled.
“What if something goes wrong and the plane goes down or-”
“It won’t.” He stated firmly, “But in the odd chance that something like that happens well…we’ll be together then, right up until the end, I couldn’t imagine a better way to go.” He said quietly and she sighed, “But that won’t happen. OK?”
“OK.” She said and he nodded before he kissed her lips quickly.
“Did you pack the outlet adapters?” He asked and her eyes widened.
“No, they’re still in the amazon box!” She said and rushed off and he chuckled.
Soon he was all dressed up and helping load their shared luggage and carry-ons up into the trunk of Julie’s car and off they went. Once they checked in their bags and rode up the escalator to the security check, Y/N was also nervous that they wouldn’t make their flight, it would be leaving in about an hour, but thankfully this line was moving quickly and soon they were handing over their passports and placing their things down on the security belts. She was fully relieved when they passed through without any issues and made the trek through the terminal to locate their gate. Harry coaxed Y/N into taking an edible with him while they waited for their overpriced dinner in the terminal and after eating they brushed their teeth and just freshened up for the sleeping portion of their flight. Once they got to their gate they found some seats in the waiting area that was slowly getting more and more full. It was then that Y/N decided to check where they were sitting and as she pulled up the ticket they gave her when they checked in their big luggage. She glanced around the paper before gasping when she saw they were priority boarding and sitting in first class.
“Harry Styles! How much did you spend on these tickets.” She whispered to him and he glanced up from his phone.
“Baby, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that we were together and had enough space just in case.”
“In case of what?” She asked with concern and he shrugged.
“Just…like if you get sick, or need more space to be comfortable, or like…just for privacy.” He said quietly to her and something about the way he said that part of it without meeting her eyes made her read between the very subtle lines.
“Privacy, huh?” She asked suspiciously and he looked back into her eyes.
“Yeah. Privacy.” He said again and she shook her head and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss the side of her head and then dipped down to her ear, “If you’re good for me we can join the mile high club, distract you from thinking the plan’ll go down or some other disaster your brain is freaking you out with.” He whispered before nipping her earlobe quickly and her skin broke out in goosebumps and that’s when she realized the edible was hitting. She literally felt as each individual hair follicle stood at attention and as he pulled away to look into her eyes he grinned.
“What?” She asked softly and he chuckled.
“Your eyes are all pink.” He sniggered and she groaned, “S’alright, you look cute all stoned and out of sorts.” He assured and she smiled dopily.
“Kiss me.” She commanded and he dipped down to connect their lips quickly and then pulled away, “Baby, more.” She pouted and he sniggered.
“Baby, we’re in front of all these people. Can’t give ‘em a show, don’t think they’d appreciate that.” He joked and she scoffed.
“They’d be so lucky.” She said and he grinned.
“I mean, I think so too, but let’s save it for when we’ve got a little more privacy, OK?”
“OK. But don’t forget you owe me kisses.”
“Impossible.” He smiled and she returned the gesture. When it came time to board he pulled her through until they got to their seats and she was very impressed with the space they had and how comfortable everything looked. He was right, they were in a little cubicle almost, where they could close the doors, though they were a few feet high. She was in absolute awe as the stewardess talked about their seats turning into beds since they were flying overnight. Just from the extravagance of this, Y/N forgot about her take-off nerves until they started tot taxi down the runway.
“Baby.” She said and Harry immediately reached over the small divider between their seats and grabbed her hand.
“S’alright. Just squeeze if you get nervous.” He assured and she nodded. She was definitely squeezing his hand tightly as the plane took on speed and lifted off the ground. There was a window on her side and she was grateful is was dark so that she couldn’t see everything get smaller and smaller as they took off high and higher into the dusky sky, “That’s it. We’re up.” Harry assured and she nodded and exhaled a breath of relief.
Despite it only being about 9pm now and their edibles were in full effect. They had set up the beds and were watching a movie on Y/N’s iPad as they giggled quietly at anything and everything happening on the screen before them. His touch made tickles ripple through the entirety of her body. She had never had an edible before, maybe she should have said that to Harry before, but she just had an urge to be close to him and that wasn’t necessarily possible in the position they were in. It was nearing 11pm and they had just shut the cabin lights off to let people get some rest after offering everyone some late night snacks and around 11:30 everyone around Y/N and Harry was laying down in their own little beds. It was dark and the only light was coming from her iPad as she chose another movie for them. Her body still felt like it was tingling, but she was powering through it until suddenly Harry snatched her iPad from her and put it down on the divider between them as he leaned over her and kissed her. He was on his knees in the space between their seat and kissing her hungrily before splitting up.
“Sorry, just giving you the kisses I owed you.” He whispered and she smiled before tugging him back over her by the back of the neck. Their lips met urgently and they tried to remain as quiet as possible as their kissing heated up. He was rolling his tongue against hers as she leaned up on her elbow to have better access to him, “I need you. I need you so bad.” He mumbled quietly between them and she sighed a subtle whine.
“Me too, baby.”
“W-we’ll need to be fast. So fast.” He whispered before standing and glancing around to ensure that there wasn’t anyone up missing from their seat. They were in the very last row of first class, so the good thing was that no one was behind them. The bathroom was upfront and Harry needed to get tissues or something to clean up with before they did anything. So he hurried off for a few moments as the anticipation built up inside of Y/N. She had never done anything in public like this and as nervous as she was, it was absolutely thrilling. When Harry came back he settled into his bed and signaled her over and she carefully climbed over him and kissed him right away, effectively taking his breath away in an instant. They were careful to remain quiet despite their slightly impaired function. Y/N ran her hand under his shirt and for some reason, in her state the feeling of his chest hair and the firmness of his pecs were absolutely everything to her. She kept running her hands over him and it was turning her on beyond belief.
Harry was just so horny from doing this with her when anyone could stand up and see or a flight attendant could just come by and catch them. His cock was hard and aching in his sweatpants and she ground her own needy center over his erection. The drugs were certainly helping to heighten the feelings of this form of friction.
“Baby, baby, baby…” he mumbled quietly against her mouth, “I need to be inside you or I’ll come like this.” He warned and she pulled back and grinned as she ground down against him more intentionally and he bit his lip as he watched her torturing him this way with hooded eyes, “Please.” He whispered and she shook her head.
“You can hold it. I know you can.” She responded quietly and he smiled and shook his head as he glanced up at the ceiling in an attempt to slow himself down a bit. But then her lips were on his jaw and neck, kissing and nipping at him tenderly. He wasn’t used to waiting and torturing himself this way anymore, he was used to coming with her every time and as many times as he well pleased as well, so this was really taking a lot brain power that he just didn’t have at this hour of the night. When it got to be too much he had to hold her down over him by the hips. She was in a mischievous mood as she squirmed despite his hold on her.
“Baby, please. Please, fuck me. Please, just fuck me.” He swallowed thickly, “Don’t wanna come like this, wanna be inside you when I come for you.” He whispered to her restlessly and desperately. Hearing him beg for it just flipped a switch inside of her and she knelt up to push away her panties and shorts from her entrance as he tugged his sweats down to free himself up and soon her hot and sticky pussy was over his bare cock, gliding over him deliciously, “Be a good girl and put me inside, baby.” He requested and she bit her lip as she sat up just enough to let his cock raise enough for her to get him situated at her entrance and she glanced around briefly before she slid down over him and he squeezed her ass hard as he spread her narrow entrance with his hard and aching cock. She was throbbing and around him and her lips were rolled together to not allow any sounds to escape her mouth as she started to grind against him. The tip of his cock was rubbing and nudging at her g spot, causing her pussy to ache in the best way and for her orgasm to build. Maybe it was the drugs or the fact that they could get caught that made her feel so extra tingly, but she was being built up so fast.
“Mmmm!” She whimpered when she opened her eyes to see him bring his thumb to her clit. She watched with hazy eyes as he pulled it away and sunk it between his lips before bringing it back, all slick with his spit to press and rub at her little button again, “Fuck, just like that, baby.” She whispered and he swallowed down the groan threatening to escape from his throat.
Harry was going insane, her little cunt was so warm and tight for him, he could live buried in her for eternity without any complaints. He could feel his stomach tensed up, trying to hold back the need to come already, but it was so hard not to. Especially when her walls would flutter and squeeze his cock, or when the very sensitive head of his would collide with that deliciously hot and spongey part inside of her that made her and him see stars. His orgasm was fast approaching, he could feel it in the ache of his balls and just how tense he was getting with each and every grind of her body over his.
“Fuck, I’m…I’m right there, I’m gonna come!” He mumbled lowly as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Not yet, baby. I’m getting close! Really, really close, just hang on for me. Want to come with you.” She pleaded and he groaned quietly, he was getting overstimulated.
“I can’t, baby. Oh fuuuuck!” He whined out and suddenly his hands landed on her hips and he grabbed her hard and held her down over his cock, “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” He gritted out as she felt his cock twitching inside of her as he spilled his cum into her with very soft thrusts. She couldn’t help but find this absolutely amusing, he lasted all of 2 minutes, if that. “Shit.” He groaned as she tightened herself up around his semi hard cock, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I really tried to hold it, but I just…you feel so good. That’s never happened to me before.” He apologized with wide eyes and she doesn’t know what came over her to see him that way, so flustered and small.
“S’alright, it happens.” She assured as she caressed his cheek, “But now you’re gonna be a good boy and let me come.” She said more quietly.
“Yeah, baby. Whatever you want, however you want.” He said and she smirked before she ground her hips into his slowly and he hissed at the sensitivity, “Baby-”
“I want to come on your cock.” She whispered to him and he looked so spent and concerned.
“Baby, I’d love that more than anything but s’really sensitive and-Oh shit!” He gasped loudly and his toes curled as her hand came over his mouth as she smirked.
“Shhh, gotta keep it down for me.” She teased, “Can you be good and do that for me?” She asked and he just nodded as best as he could as she started grinding again. She was enjoying seeing him this way, looking up at her desperate and with wild eyes, but his cock wasn’t getting any smaller or softening up as she continued grinding into him, he was still at a semi and she wanted to get him to full mast again. She needed to feel him back in that spot deep inside that ached for him, that made her insides melt. His fingers were digging hard into her hips and it hurt, but she couldn’t care less right now, she just needed to come, “Baby, I need you to get hard for me again.” She panted and he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, “C’mon, you’ve done it before for me. Need it so I can come, you want to make me come, don’t you?” She asked and his eyes were still squeezed shut and her hand was still over his mouth, but he nodded nonetheless, “Push through it, you can do it, baby.” She encouraged him and she could feel his puffs of air and the vibrations from his whimpers against the palm of her hand, “I know it hurts a little, but you like that, don’t you?” She asked and he moaned against her palm and she grinned as he suddenly thrust up into her, “Good boy, so good for me.” She encouraged and praised him as he slowly hardened up more and grew back to full mast inside of her with the help of her grinding and words. His eyes were glassy and wide as she started to bounce on his cock, he was very quickly getting back to the brink, but thankfully so was she.
Harry couldn’t stop whimpering as he watched Y/N losing herself on his cock in front of everyone. Maybe exhibitionism was getting her off more than he thought it would. But that made this all the hotter, specially the way she was taking control over him. Harry was very much a switch, but it was hard for him to find someone to bring that side out of him and she did it so easily. He wanted to see what his submissive side could push her to do to him.
“I’m gonna come.” Y/N warned and he nodded, telling her silently to come. Her head rolled back as she ground slowly and hard into him. Harry was panting and groaning as quietly as he could as he thrust up against her, giving her everything he had. As her walls contracted around him he too started to topple over the edge and she hugged him into her chest when he let out a moan, “Shhh, shhhh, shhhhh.” She reminded as his moans reverberated against her chest. His arms were wrapped completely around her waist as he moved her body over his to work them through the whole thing. They both stilled and were catching their breaths, Harry blindly patted beside him a few times to locate the tissues he’d brought to clean up and as she carefully lifted herself off of his lap she quickly got on her knees beside his bed and took his softening cock into her mouth.
“Jesus…fuck.” he groaned as she sucked very gently to clean him up, even licked at his balls and the wet spots on his inner thighs before she got up and sat on the edge of his bed and smiled as she leaned in to kiss him.
“Were so good for me.” She hummed and he kissed her even more deeply and they parted with smiles.
“Whatever possessed you to do this…I’d love to see you do it again.” He hummed and she smirked.
“Noted. M’gonna go clean up a little bit, OK? Be back soon.” She said and kissed his forehead before waddling off to the bathroom, trying to keep those two loads of his cum inside was surely not an easy feat. When she came back he was sitting at the edge of his bed and he tugged her by the hand to sit on his lap and he kissed her slowly and sweetly, a total shift from the desperate horny messes they had been just minutes before.
“I love you.” He hummed quietly. His eyes were still closed as their noses brushed and the warmth surrounding his heart was enough to make him feel like he was hardly breathing, but he loved that feeling with her.
“I love you.” She responded.
As they settled into their own beds they soon decided that laying right-side up was not gonna work because the divider was blocking them from seeing each other. That’s how they ended up sleeping in the other direction, heads where their feet were supposed to be, so that they could just look at each other and talk until they dozed off. Harry wanted to touch Y/N, so they eventually just reached over the small gap and joined hands until they passed out.
They were woken up when the breakfast orders were being taken and after that, the rest of the flight went by quickly. Descending was certainly more awful than the taking off part. Poor Y/N’s ears had popped several times and she was so uncomfortable, Harry wished he could do more for her than just give her a hand to hold, but he saw the relief in her eyes when they finally touched down. As they waited a few minutes to get into their disembarking location on the tarmac he turned to her with a big smile.
“You’re about to meet my family.” He beamed and she giggled.
“Oh my god, you’re right! Should I like change when we get off or-”
“No, my love. You’re perfect.” He assured her and she nodded and bit her lip, “Nervous?”
“Yeah.” She admitted and he shook his head.
“They already love you. I think my mum might love you more than me, to be honest.” He said and she scoffed, “Seriously, I wouldn’t shut about you the whole time I was here.” He smiled as he recalled.
“That’s not helping.” She said with a nervous sigh and he chuckled.
“Baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and they know that. You have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, just be your incredible, gorgeous, and sweet self.” He assured and she nodded.
Y/N had a slight freakout when they were at the baggage claim because their bag wasn’t coming, but turns out it was just one of the last ones to come down the conveyer belt. And soon they were heading down the hallways to the meet and greet area and as soon as Harry saw his mom he dropped his duffle bag and rushed over to her. Sure, it had only been a couple months since they saw each other last, but she knew they were close. So picked his bag up off the floor and swung it onto her other shoulder as she wheeled their shared luggage and her carryon towards her and the other woman with them, she assumed that was his grandmother.
“S’good to see you, bub.” Anne said as she released Harry who then hugged his grandmother tight and kissed her cheeks before turning to Y/N who was standing there taking in their reunion with the biggest smile on her face.
“Well mum, gran, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said and Anne immediately went in for the hug.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She said sweetly as they hugged tight.
“You as well!” Y/N giggled and glanced to Harry who was smiling bright at her in light of this embrace.
“Hello, darling.” His grandmother greeted her next and she also hugged her tight for a few seconds, “We’ve heard so much about you.” She said with a happy smile as she took Y/N’s hands and squeezed them reassuringly.
“I have as well, all wonderful things of course. I’m very excited to be here.” She giggled as she looked between the three of them. Harry bore a striking resemblance to his mother. Yes, she’d noticed it in photos and even when they’d video chatted on the phone that one time, but seeing her right beside him in person their similarities were even more obvious. The big green eyes and inviting and bright as the sun smiles…they were so cute. After some small talk about the flight they started to head off to their car. Harry insisted on driving because he really just wanted to get home and he teased his mother about driving like an old woman to which Harry’s grandma agreed, ironically. They were silly and their dynamic was fun and teasing, very different from her family. She loved her family, but their interactions were not effortless like this, they were rigid after not seeing each other for long, there was obviously love, but not closeness, not in the slightest.
Y/N insisted on sitting in the back and Anne sat with her there to point things out to her on the drive back. To their home, it had been nearly an hour before they were pulling up into their street. Y/N smiled as she saw the brick house settled among the others, there were trees planted onto the property line and the front of the house was lined with rose bushes.
“Oh, this is so pretty!” She gasped as she looked out the window, “I absolutely love it.”
“Thank you, darling.” Anne said and Y/N nodded as she looked back out to take in more of the exterior. It was a two-floor home, but it didn’t look overly large and intimidating, “I’ve prepared a late lunch in case you’re hungry.” Anne shared and Y/N nodded, she was quite hungry, “And for dinner the whole family’s gonna meet at Salty Fiona’s.” She explained and Y/N looked confused.
“That’s my uncle, cousin, and sister’s local pub, by the way.” Harry chuckled as he noticed her expression, “It’s not called that, but we just call the owner Salty Fiona because well…she’s a bit crass and cranky.” He explained and Y/N hummed.
“S’not all that close for us, but we frequent it, best comfort food around them.” Anne said and Y/N nodded.
“Perfect! I can’t wait.” She grinned.
As soon as they got in Anne headed to the kitchen to warm up lunch and Harry was guiding Y/N upstairs to his sister’s old bedroom since his room had been turned into some storage space for his grandmother’s things for now.
“We made it.” He said as he set his bag down and Y/N smiled, “What do you think?” He asked with a bit of nerves. Harry didn’t really grow up with tons of money or anything like that. Sure, they had one of the bigger houses in this neighborhood, but it was because his grandparents lived with them growing up. It was his grandparents, his mum and step dad, and Gemma and him, before they had moved in to this house when he was 11 they lived in a flat and he and Gemma had bunk beds. The house was still small, it did have a spacious backyard, but other than that, it wasn’t anything extravagant. He had no idea what her family home looked like and he had never even asked about what growing up was like for her, but this might be a good way to start to learn about that part of her life. A part he knew was rathe painful for her to talk about.
“I think it’s lovely.” She smiled genuinely as she headed to the window and looked out at the yard, “Wow, look at your mom’s garden!” She gasped as she peered out and he hummed as he came over and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Yeah, she really spent a lot of time fixing it up, especially after my dad, well stepdad, passed.” He explained and she hummed as she turned around in his hold. She hadn’t heard about that yet, she just assumed she was a single mother because he had never talked about his dad.
“Oh. Well, it’s nice she was able to channel her grief that way. Make it into something beautiful.” She said and he smiled lightly and nodded.
“Yeah. Ummm, I’ve never really talked about that with anyone.”
“Well you don’t have to if you’re not ready to.”
“I want to. It’s just…hard.” He said and she hummed as he pulled her to the bed and they sat beside each other. He exhaled shakily as he intertwined their fingers. “So…I’ve never met my biological father, my mum was never married to him or anything, like they were together, but just as boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever. So after they had my sister he was upset that he didn’t have a boy to like…I don’t know, just teach shit to do, I don’t know, he was just sexist in my opinion, but once my mom got pregnant with me he just bailed on her. She never heard from him again. And at the time she was working as a receptionist in the daytime and waitressing in the evenings at a pub to like make ends meet and all that. My grandparents were still up north at the time, and my uncle had his own kids then, so they didn’t have any space for her and my sister and well soon me…she was just…going through a lot. And well, at her receptionist job one of the guy’s there started to fancy her and ummm, they ended up going on a few dates and ummm…yeah, he was there when I was born, so to me that’s my dad, you know? And when I was about 5 we moved into a flat all together after they got married and then my grandfather had a fall and he was recovering from that, but he needed help more, so that’s when we all moved in together. And we were all together ever since then, he died shortly after my grandfather did, almost a year later…he just had a heart attack one day at work and that was it, we never got to say goodbye or even see him one last time.” He explained solemnly, “I…wasn’t in a good place after my grandfather and I hadn’t been at home a lot…I had been out and fucking about…I refused to go home, it was too painful and so sometimes I just wish I had spent more time with him, you know? I was such a prick after my grandfather died, like…I just didn’t appreciate how he was trying to help and I pushed him away. I just wish I had told him more often how much he truly meant to me.” His voice cracked towards the end and she frowned as she squeezed his hand.
“He knew Harry.” She assured and he exhaled shakily.
“I hope so.”
“Baby, you were his son. He loved you more than anything to just come into your lives like that and fill that void. Of course he knew that you loved him.” She assured him and he just sighed and blinked back a few tears that were threatening to spill. He didn’t want to cry right now, he was happy she was here, but he knew he’d have to face and explain some challenging things if she came over here. So he was ready to talk about it, but it still hurt.
Neither of them really noticed that Anne had been at the door as he shared this with Y/N, but her reaction to what Harry shared made Anne’s heart grow in size. Anne recalls how detached and absent Harry was after his grandfather passed, they were very close. When he was in that rebellious stage when he wanted to tattoo, she and Mark had not been very supportive of Harry dropping out of school to do that. So that did cause some friction between them for some time because for one reason or another he felt that the only person who cared about his passion for tattooing was his grandfather, he seemed to be the only one fully on board with him pursuing that dream. And when Mark passed afterwards Harry grew even more self-destructive and distant and that very unique and beautiful light that just emanated from inside of him was extinguished. He was not himself, he was this hollow and empty version of himself that she just didn’t recognize. As a mother it hurt so much to see her child clearly suffering and struggling to find himself but he was so closed off and unwilling to let anyone who could actually help get too close. He was self-destructive and with people who would hurt him in more ways than one, and he endured that and lived that way for years until he moved away and met Y/N. Then that part of him that she missed so much started to glow again and now here he was again, good as new and happier than she had seen him in years.
“Hey, you two.” She made her presence known with that and a slight tap on the opened door. They both turned to her and she offered a smile, “Food’s warm.”
“Thanks, mum. We’ll be right down.” He assured and she nodded and headed back downstairs. Harry exhaled again and Y/N bit her lip for a moment.
“Baby, do you need a minute alone or-”
“No, please stay. Just…” he stopped and then looked into her eyes, “Can you just hold me for a minute?” He asked softly and meekly and Y/N’s eyes softened and she nodded and stood up and proceeded to wrap her arms around his shoulders as he rested his head against her chest. She played with his hair a bit with one hand while she just held him close with the other. She stayed there as long as he needed. The moment was intimate and solemn, but as soon as she felt his hands cup her butt she knew that the sadness had passed and she reared back and he was already smiling against her.
“I’m feeling better now.” He informed and she rolled her eyes playfully.
“Clearly.” She said and he chuckled before they stood and headed downstairs. After they ate he let Anne give her a tour of the house while he unpacked their things, he was really tempted to get a sneak of her dress, but decided not to. Afterwards they all sat around and played Gin, it was something Harry and his grandma would do often.
“You don’t have to actually pay.” Anne said ti Y/N who had just lost another round.
“She absolutely does!” Harry said and Anne scoffed.
“Just add it to his tab.” She told her mother who grinned as she shuffled the deck of cards again. Harry’s grandma was kind of a shy woman, she wasn’t one for too many words, but her expressions were full of kindness and care. She hoped that she’d soon warm up to her; maybe the cookies she brought her from the states would do the trick. And after a few more rounds Harry called it quits, he was quite the sore loser, his grandma was not going easy on him like she usually did. “Alright, you two get changed or showered or whatever and we’ll head tot he pub.” Anne announced.
**********
Y/N was overwhelmed to say the least. The pub they were in was absolutely teeming with life. People playing darts, cards, jenga, and dominos. The music was slightly less loud than all the chatter, and it was warm inside. She could smell fried food as well as they walked through the tables to reach their designated seating. And as soon as they approached the table Harry smiled brightly.
“Hey!” He cheered excitedly as soon as he saw his family and everyone clapped as they saw him and her hand in hand. “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is… everyone.” He said gesturing to the smiling group with his hand. They were all good-looking people, she expected that but this was something else. They had pushed two tables together so that everyone would fit and as they approached he mumbled that he would go around the tables with her so that she could meet everyone.
“Baby brother!” His sister hummed with adoration as she stood from her seat and they hugged. Her husband also stood as well.
“Hey. No babies tonight?”
“No, Skye’s mom is over.” She explained as she pulled back from their embrace.
“Mmm, wanted Y/N to meet them.” He pouted before turning to her, “Y/N this is my sister Gemma.” They hugged briefly as they exchanged from pleasantries, “This is Skye, her husband.” He said and Y/N greeted him as well, “This is my cousin Mike and his fiancé Ellen.” He said as they also stood and hugged her with friendly greetings, “This is-”
“I’m Alice, his aunt.” She spoke up before him and hugged Y/N tight and she giggled happily as she introduced herself. She seemed very bubbly and fun.
“This is my uncle George.” He said and they greeted each other as well, he also seemed more on the shy side, “You know mum and gran. And this is our bride to be, Alyssa and her future husband, Nathan.” He said introducing the last two people at the table. They hugged her as well and thanked her for coming to their wedding which was awfully sweet of them and soon they were nestled into the seats between Skye and Mike, chatting with the younger folks of the group.
They asked about her a bit more, they asked about working with Harry, about her travels, just little things here and there, but the whole time Harry was just making sure no one said anything bad or that touched on any potentially harmful topics. He knew they’d want to ask about her own family but given it was touchy for her at the moment, Harry had warned them in advance to lay off of those questions for the time being and they were doing a great job.
“Sorry, where’s the bathroom?” Y/N asked him quietly.
“Oh, it’s just there at the end of the hallway-”
“We’ll take her! Girls trip, c’mon Aly.” Gemma said scooting out of her seat and they were soon dragging Y/N along to the bathroom. She was nervous as they burst inside and she hurried into a stall and as she relieved herself she just took calming breaths. When she went over to the sink Gemma and Alyssa were touching up their makeup in one mirror while she washed her hands and looked herself over in the other.
“So what do you think of everyone so far?” Gemma asked and Y/N smiled.
“Everyone’s great so far! I can’t wait to get to know them a bit better.”
“Oh you will at the wedding!” Alyssa said and Y/N giggled, “We’ve no inhibitions with some liquor in our systems.” She chuckled and Y/N giggled.
“Especially Harry.” Gemma said as she glanced to Y/N, “Is he still a huge sap when he’s had a few drinks?” She asked and Y/N nodded with a smile.
“He’s all cuddly and needy, it’s endearing.” She shrugged.
“Just keep him away from the microphone, Aly.” Gemma said and Alyssa sniggered as she reapplied her lipliner.
“Oh no…what’s that about?” Y/N asked.
“Last time we were at a wedding with him he got hammered, gave an ‘I love you’ speech to those of us he knew and then almost cried as he sang All of Me by John Legend.” Gemma cackled as she recalled this.
“Seriously?” Y/N giggled and they both nodded, “God, I can’t wait.”
“He might behave a little bit with you around. Hopefully he doesn’t.” Alyssa said with a grin, “S’too bad because I was hoping I could convince him to sing Friday I’m in Love…for obvious reasons.” She said and Y/N chuckled.
“I mean…maybe I can help with that. You know, he sang to me for Valentine’s day.” She said and they both turned to her in surprise, “He’s pretty good.” She said with a chuckle.
“Oh I know! He had a band when he was younger.”
“Oh?” Y/N turned to them with shock and they giggled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you videos next time we see each other.” Gemma assured.
They were chitchatting on the way back to the table and Harry seemed really pleased that they were getting along. After they all shared some finger food they started playing games that his aunt had brought and well, most of them were competitive about it, all in good fun though. Y/N was just quietly taking a lot of their interactions in, just watching their dynamic, and truly, there was a part of Harry showing itself that she hadn’t seen; he was totally the little brother. Annoying, mischievous, spoiled rotten. He seemed to be the baby of the four grandchildren and he milked it. It was endearing to see that side of him. She had only experienced him on his own, she knew that people had his back and cared for him and wanted to protect him, but she was able to see it more clearly now and it made her feel happy for him; that he had all of this. She suddenly envisioned herself being a part of this regularly and it made her heart ache with longing for that possibility.
“Are you alright, baby?” Harry leaned in and kissed the top of her cheek gently. They were in between a game right now, waiting for another round of beers to come.
“Oh yeah, sorry was just watching you guys do your thing.” She assured and he hummed, looking into her eyes.
“You sure? S’not too much or making you sad?” He asked quietly and she smiled as she shook her head.
“No…ummm, I was just thinking that…never mind.” She brushed it off with a shrug and he turned to her and grabbed her chin before quickly pecking her lips.
“Don’t do that, tell me.” He insisted and she bit her lip nervously for a second before looking up into his eyes.
“I was just thinking that it would be really nice to like…have this be a… regular thing. Like…us…here…together.” She said and Harry’s eyes immediately softened and he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to her own. Her eyes widened in surprise before they fluttered closed and she relaxed in his hold. The kiss was a tame one, but it still made her flush because they were sitting in front of his whole family and when he pulled back with the biggest smile on his face she felt her stomach flip with excitement and longing for him.
“I love you so much.” He whispered with that boyish, toothy grin adorning his face.
“Love you, H.” She hummed back happily with so much adoration for him in her eyes, it was tangible. They had been so in their little moment that they hadn’t realized that everyone had fallen silent and they were all smiling as they watched this interaction between them. When they snapped out of it they realized what had just happened and they both got a little bashful. Thankfully the next round of pints came and the focus was removed from them. But she had just said something really big and important and he wanted to unpack that with her. It was nearing 11pm when they all headed off with a promise to see each other for their weekly roast on Sunday. Gemma would be hosting this time and she invited her to join her earlier on in the day, which she agreed to and they said they’d work the details out with Harry. Harry let Anne drive back this time because he just wanted to be close to her.
The car was silent apart from the radio playing some jazz lowly. Y/N was leaned into Harry’s side, smiling wide, from cheek to cheek, as they fiddled around with their intertwined fingers.
“Baby?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, my love?” She responded.
“What you said at the pub, about wanting to be able to do this regularly. Like do you mean visit more often?” He asked. He hadn’t really thought about the logistics of where they might settle, he didn’t care, but hearing her say that earlier made him hopeful that maybe she’d be alright with starting a life out here with him and his family. Maybe she could even bring Julie…she probably would come with them anyway.
“I was thinking more of like…you know on a weekly basis. Like…if we move here then you could be with your family as much as you wanted, like we could have this all the time.” She explained and his heart just grew ten times in size. And well, they were being quiet, but Anne and his grandma could hear it all and they shared a quick glance before smiling and going back to their unintentional eavesdropping, “I liked seeing you like this, there’s just something different about you and I like to see that. I like to see you not all alone, you know? Like seeing how much everyone loves you makes me love them more. Like…why am I about to cry…” she blubbered quietly and he just chuckled happily and pulled her close and kissed the crown of her head.
“It hurts you know, how much I love you.” He said to her and she sighed.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” she agreed. Her voice was muffled against his chest, but he heard her and it made him so happy to know that she felt the same. “But, I’m serious, baby. Like I love seeing you like this, it makes me really, really happy for you.” She hummed and he snuggled closer into her.
“Thank you, baby.” He hummed.
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Over the next few days Harry had taken Y/N sightseeing since on Sunday they would have the family roast. They did all the basic touristy things, they went to visit Eddie at the shop and even tattooed a few walk-ins. They’d been able to see Harry’s cousins for dinner a couple nights so they got better acquainted, also since they’d all be busy with the wedding the next week it was better to have some face time with them before then.
It was early on Saturday morning and Harry had gone off on a run, so Y/N went down to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for everyone. And as she made it downstairs she saw Harry’s grandmother sitting at the little table under the window with a cup of tea as she admired her ring. It was shimmering in the sunlight, nearly blinding. She turned her attention to the entrance when she noticed she wasn’t alone and Y/N smiled at her.
“Good morning, Hillary.” Y/N greeted her and she smiled.
“Morning, darling. Sleep well?”
“I did, thank you. What about you?” She asked as she came over.
“Slept well too.” She confirmed.
“Is that your engagement ring?” Y/N asked as she glanced down to her fingers and Hillary nodded with a smile, “It’s absolutely gorgeous. They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” Y/N said with a sad sigh and Hillary shook her head.
“They really don’t. I don’t mean to stir the pot, but I told Aly to change up that ring that boy gave her.” She said and Y/N giggled.
“I’m going to scramble up some eggs and get some toast on. Would you like some?”
“I’m alright dear, I’ll do with the toast.” She assure and Y/N nodded as she headed to the fridge to get some eggs.
“How old were you when you met your husband?” Y/N asked as she glanced back a bit.
“We were 19 when we met. I was working as a seamstress, my mother did laundry, you see.” She explained and Y/N nodded to assure her she was listening, “And one day he came in to our little building with a torn seam on his trousers. He had a job interview and was in quite the rush. So I fixed his pants for him. He sat in our toilet in his pants until they were ready.” She giggled and Y/N did as well, “And then the next day he came back and asked me on a date.” She smiled.
“That was my first date and my last date. I don’t know, we moved fast back then. It couldn’t have been more than a month before I had completely fallen in love with him.” She said and Y/N turned to grab the pan and nodded in acknowledgment. “We were so happy together and he was so passionate and thoughtful, I was blown away. Six months later we were married.” She said with a smile and Y/N cooed.
“That’s lovely.”
“It is. Love is a very beautiful thing.” She hummed, “I…don’t mean to overstep, but I overheard your conversation in the car with H, after the pub?” She said and Y/N nodded, “That’s how he deserves to be loved.” She said with tearful eyes and Y/N’s heart melted in her chest, “Our little boy…he’s been through a lot, he’s been hurt a lot.” She said and Y/N put down the pan and came over to Hillary and nodded.
“I know.” She said sadly.
“He’s not been himself in such a long time, it’s wonderful to see him this way again. Thank you.” She sniffled and Y/N shook her head.
“Oh no…don’t thank me for that, he’s truly a reflection of all the love you’ve had for him. He just… forgot along the way, I think.” Y/N said as she sat across from Hillary, “You know, when we first met he…he was awful to me.” She explained with a smile, “It seems so long ago, it’s been less than a year. I just… never hated anyone so much, I don’t know if he’s told you all?”
“No, he has not.” Hillary chuckled and Y/N shook her head.
“Well, he has some explaining to do. But ummm, I just knew that there was something wrong, like he couldn’t possibly be so callous and mean and ill-humored. But you know, he’s very mature and he apologized for all the awful things and he said he’d do better and he did just that. He got better and better every single day and getting to see that side of him unfold, it just made me love him so much. His commitment and accountability, those things made me love Harry.” She said with a smile, “I can see how much you all love him and I just want him to be as loved as he possibly can. I know he’s still healing from a lot, and he needs it.” She said and Hillary hummed.
“I think you’ve helped a lot.” She said and Y/N smiled bashfully.
“I’m happy I could. He’s helped me a lot too. And…you know, I want everything life has to offer with him.”
“Have you talked about marriage?” She asked and Y/N nodded.
“We have…” she smiled, “I mean, just as like an option for the future. Not in depth or anything like that, just more our thoughts on it.” She explained.
“No talks of proposals?”
“No.” Y/N giggled bashfully, “But I suppose we should talk about that. I just…was hoping that he could meet my family before we got into that. But ummm…they’re not very supportive of my life choices with tattooing and that.” She shrugged and Hillary hummed, “I’ve lived with my aunt since I started university, she’s been very helpful. And well she knows and loves Harry like her own.”
“Yes, Julie, right? He’s talk about her too.” Hillary said and Y/N nodded.
“That’s her. And well, my mom is slowly coming around. She was able to meet Harry as well and she really loved him, but ummm, my dad and grandmother and other family, they’re just so closed off.” She explained, “He really wants to meet them whether they accept him or not, I just don’t want them to be mean to him, you know?”
“Yes, I understand dear.” She nodded and Y/N sighed.
“I’m sorry to dampen the mood-”
“Oh no, you didn’t at all. ” she assured and Y/N knew she was just being polite, but appreciated the effort.
“Well then thank you for listening.” She smiled and Hillary nodded.
“Of course, darling. And well, it’s not secret that we’re all very fond of you. So I hope you know that we’re your family too.” She said kindly and Y/N bit her lip for a moment to suppress the intensity of her smile.
“Thank you.” She responded and Hillary nodded. She then got back to cooking and they chatted about lighter topics until Harry returned from his run and greeted them before rushing off for a shower. They all had breakfast together and they would be hanging out together for the day since Anne was prepping everything at her little flower shop for the wedding. “Alright, I’m going to clean up and then have a shower and-”
“Oh no, baby. You cooked, I clean.” Harry stated resolutely.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, go on. We’ll be here.” He said and Y/N nodded and excused herself before heading upstairs. Harry hummed as he finished doff his coffee and then glanced over to his grandma who had been just sitting there looking at him with a smile. “What is it?” He asked and she shook her head.
“I just like seeing you this happy, darling.” She said simply. “Had a nice chat about how you two met and what it was like before.” She said and Harry smiled bashfully as he glanced down at the table for a second.
“Yeah…I really turned it around.” He said and she smiled and nodded.
“You’ve got yourself a really good one, H.”
“I know, gran. I’m not letting anything happen to us.” He said with certainty and she smiled.
“I know we’re going to get the necklace you’ve made her later today, but ummm, I also want you to give her something else.” She explained and he looked confused, “Obviously, do it in your own time, but I want her to wear this ring after you propose to her.” She said softly with tearful eyes as she looked down at the gorgeous ring on her finger.
“But gran-”
“I know what I had said about being buried with this ring, but the love this ring symbolizes should be kept by someone who understands that love themselves and she does. And so do you. I want you both to have that reminder of us when we’re gone.” She said as she smiled down at it before slipping it off of her finger and giving it to Harry. He was speechless, he knew what that ring meant to her. He knew how much more she looked after it and cherished it after his grandad died.
“Gran.” He sniffled as he looked at it in his hand. It wasn’t anything too extravagant given the period the ring was from, but it was beautifully crafted and the center stone was radiant. He could see his Y/N wearing that ring for ever, he smiled at the visualization in his mind, “Thank you.”
“I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, gran.” He assured as he squeezed her hand gently.
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FLUFF/HUMOR PROMPTS
1. “Quit stealing all the pillows!”
2. “You want a bite?”
3. “Give me a second and I’ll show you.”
4. “What should we name him/her?”
5. “Is it hot in here or is that just you?”
6. “Why are your feet so cold?”
7. “There’s room for two/three!”
8. “Stop that, I’m ticklish!”
9. “Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”
10. “You want chocolate or vanilla?”
11. “Your hands are so warm!
12. “You smell really nice.”
13. “Your hair’s so soft…”
14. “You’re my new pillow.”
15. “Turn around, I’m giving you a massage.”
16. “I think I love you.”
17. “Can I kiss you?”
18. “Hold my hand.”
19. “It’s not morning yet.”
20. “Stay for a little longer…”
21. “You’re so beautiful.”
22. “I’ll always be here for you.”
23. “You are my love.”
24. “You were right here all along.”
25. “Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”
26. “You’ve got flour on your cheek.”
27. “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”
28. “You don’t have to leave so soon.”
29. “You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”
30. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
31. “Shut up and kiss me.”
32. “We could try cuddling.”
33. “Stop being so cute.”
34. “Are you okay?”
35. “Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”
36. “You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”
37. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
38. “It wasn’t your fault.”
39. “What’s wrong?”
40 “Don’t apologize; I know you didn’t mean it.”
41. “Get back in bead, you’re not healed yet!”
42. “I’m not leaving your side.”
43. “I’m not going anywhere.”
44. “Just breathe. Breathe with me.”
45. “You should probably eat something.”
46. “Please don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”
47. “When was the last time you slept?”
48. “OH, you’re jealous!”
49. “Can we stay like this forever?”
50. “Please just kiss me already.”
51. “I think I’m in love with you.”
52. “I missed you so much.”
53. “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
54. “Give me attention.”
55. “When I’m with you, I’m home.”
56. “That was kind of hot.”
57. “Is that my shirt?”
58. “This is new.”
59. “Would you just hold still?”
60. “I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”
61. “You’re family.”
62. “They didn’t deserve you.”
63. “Regardless of what people say, I know you’re an amazing person.”
64. “Rumor has it, I make you nervous.”
65. “Are you flirting with me?”
66. “You act all tough, but I know it’s just an act. You’re really a softie.”
SMUT PROMPTS
67. “I love it when you moan my name.”
68. “Just a little harder…”
69. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”
70. “No panties?”
71. “I want you now.”
72. “Use your tongue.”
73. “Please don’t stop.”
74. “Do you like that?”
75. “You can get louder, can’t you?”
76. “Look what you do to me.”
77. “I want to taste you.”
78. “That feels so good.”
79. “Don’t cum yet…”
80. “Take off your clothes.”
81. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
82. “Shhhh…”
83. “Don’t apologize about your morning wood.”
84. “Tell me how you like it.”
85. “I just want to please you.”
86. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper.”
87. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”
88. “Don’t be gentle.”
89. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”
90. “You’re not going out dressed like that.”
91. “Make me.”
92. “All mine.”
93. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
94. “I’ll let you do anything if you’ll just touch me now.”
95. “This is new.”
96. “Don’t give me that look.”
97. “Like what you see?”
98. “Try to stay quiet.”
99. “We’re in public!”
100. “Don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.”
101. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
102. “Stop teasing me so much.”
103. “First one to make noise, loses.”
104. “You’re n-not, uh, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”
105. “Uh… you’re naked. Is that intentional, or?”
106. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
107. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”
108. “I’m not jealous! It’s just, you’re mine!”
109. “If we get caught I’ll kill you.”
110. “Tell me again.”
111. “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”
112. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that, uh, flexible.”
113. “Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”
114. “Stop distracting me.”
ANGST PROMPTS
115. “I don’t even know who you are anymore!”
116. “Why can’t you look at me?”
117. “I’m sick of trying.”
118. “You can’t keep this up forever.”
119. “Talk to me, please.”
120. “Don’t push me away.”
121. “The baby… It’s yours.”
122. “Please stay.”
123. “I came as soon as I heard!”
124. “Hey, hey… it’s just me.”
125. “I can’t do anything right.”
126. “Please don’t cry.”
127. “Wake up! Please wake up!”
128. “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
129. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
130. “Do you even love me anymore?”
131. “Can you shut up and listen to someone other than yourself for once in your life?”
132. “If you don’t hold me right now I think I might fall apart.”
133. “Leave! Me! Alone!”
134. “It’s not your fault.”
135. “I know it hurts.”
136. “No one is going to hurt you.”
137. “I made a mistake.”
138. “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”
139. “I’m not okay.”
140. “You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now.”
141. “It’s okay to cry.”
142. “Can I kiss you?”
143. “I’m just tired.”
144. “I never meant to hurt you.”
145. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
146. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
147. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
148. “Get out. Now.”
149. “You can’t die on me. Please.”
150. “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.”
151. “The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”
152. “You’re right, I did love you. I just can’t say the same now.”
153. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you destroy yourself like this.”
#x reader#smut#imagine#fluff#headcanon#the batman#angst#robert pattinson#bruce wayne#edward nashton#the riddler#paul dano#cat woman#zoe kravitz#selina kyle#edward cullen#alice cullen#emmett cullen#jasper hale#rosalie hale#carlisle cullen#esme cullen#bella swan#tobey maguire#andrew garfield#tom holland#spider man#no way home#peter parker
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I continued to not feel well today but my energy was more normal. My mouth and throat hurt a ton but I was determined to have a nice day. And I did for the most part! Even if it was just raining so hard and was not snow. I'm very mad that it isnt snow.
I slept a little better. Having a bandaid in my lip was not comfortable but it is helping. I was able to sleep with just the one on but I would change it out like 5 times today. The air hurts it so I'm not comfortable without a bandaid but when it's on if it gets even a little wet it starts to curl and then I can't stop messing with it and once I get there I have to just take it off and start over. I'm trying really hard to leave it alone.
I snoozed my alarm and dozed for 10 extra minutes because I felt so bad. But I got up mostly because I was looking forward to my outfit today. One of my favorite dresses and my favorite sweatshirt. It helped me feel a little more positive towards the day.
James packed up my lunch because they are great. I got myself ready and headed out.
I left a few minutes later then planned but I still made it to camp before the rain started. Which really was all that mattered.
I started up in the art building. I had some stuff to drop off. I emptied the box of stuff I brought but I didn't put things away because it was just to cold. I might try again later but for now it's just a pile of nonsense on the picnic table.
I went back to the office to have my leftovers for breakfast. I was in a pretty good mood despite not feeling amazing.
I had some stuff to do today. I had three screens going at once. I wanted to get the flash sheets drawn up for James and finish mine. Jess wanted to share them with the tattoo artist we are going to. So that was something to focus on for a while.
I also had some sorting of emails for Alexi. I got that done pretty quickly and sent that off. Once everyone else was in the office it was pouring out. And it would continue to get worse throughout the day. All the schools in the area decided to close at noon. So Alexi decided in an abundance of caution, to close the office early too.
We decided we would leave at 2. So I had a few hours to do stuff. I would wander over to the lodge at one point. I was surprised how heavy the rain drops were and how muddy the ground was. I really really wished it was snow.
When I got back to the office from my walk I hsd emails! From the mortgage people! It was time to do some pre closing documents. Explanations and breakdowns about escrow and what we will owe and all the little ins and outs of everything. And I'm trying to not be blasé about homeownership but also. I think we will be great at it. I find it very annoying when articles are like if you aren't a renter you are going to have to take care of all the maintenance! And I'm like. We already do that?? And like I love Tina and Will but 80% of the time I am the one fixing things. Or dealing with the repair people. We haven't had an oven for almost 3 weeks! The backdoor leaks air like crazy. Two of our windows are broken! I am smart and handy and we are going to work hard to save money to have for repairs and be thoughtful about everything we do. I think this is going to be really good for us in a lot of different ways. Even if some stuff goes wrong, I think we will handle it well. I am sure I sound a little naive but also, I have done a ton of research and planning and I am prepared for things to go wrong so that means it won't catch me off guard. I am prepared for good and bad!
I texted James about what we needed to sign and we both got that done very quick. And it feels really real now and it's just very cool.
Alexi would give me a task! I was to create a Google form with camp accreditation questions so that the answering of them can be done collaboratively. It was nice to have something to do and it honestly didn't take to long.
And once it was done I was able to read for a while. I got a new book about the endemic yellow fever of 1793 in Philadelphia. It's very enjoyable so far but also very sad. It's for sure in the same vein as my dear america books but not in journal form. I read that for a while. Chatted with Elizabeth and Sarah. And soon Alexi and Heather were going to have a meeting and we all decided it was time for us to go home.
It was raining very very hard and I am glad I left when I did because it only got worse. Elizabeth teased me for leaving 3 minutes before 2 when I had said I didn't want to be the first to leave. But it would get very bad very quick. I wanted to be off the highway and I wanted to be home. It was scary. The wind was pushing my car around and I desperately wanted to be away from any trucks because they were getting blown about too. It was terrible. I did my best to stay away from other cars because there was so much rain off the back of other cars it was making it hard to see.
As I was getting off the highway I got a missed call and then immediately they called back so I guessed this was a real call. So once I was home and inside and not rained on I called it back. It was the police department. And they were like who are you calling? I'm like they didn't leave a voicemail but I have a case number? And they were able to transfer me but for some reason they were just very snippy. I finally got a detective and he wants me to come in on Thursday. I have never been in a police department before. Scary. He asked could I come in the afternoon and I said yes. 3? And he was like later. Okay how about 4? No. Then he goes how about 6? And I'm like yes that's fine but thinking that is absolutely not the afternoon. That is the evening. But it's fine. I'll go and tell them what I saw and try my best to help. Even if it makes me very nervous. Being in a police station is not my idea of a good time!
When I got off the phone me and James laughed about the call and they told me about their day. They did a lot of packing and took all the art off their office walls and it made me so sad! Blank walls make me feel so sad. But it has to happen so we can move to our new place. Which means I will have to do it in the other rooms. So upsetting. But it is for the best. Because we will have a whole new place to decorate!
We would get in bed and read together. Eventually moving to watching TikToks together. James made me a little frozen microwave pizza for dinner. And we have just had a soft night.
I took a bath. And washed my hair. And we have been listening to the rain and watching videos. I feel a little wheezy but I'm in a better head space. And I think I'm going to go play with some of my jewelery and get ready for tomorrow. I hope it's a good day at work. And I hope you all have a really nice night. Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves.
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Sharing Blankets
Based on prompt 17 - blanket, from this prompt list.
He woke with a shiver. Kalim blinked his eyes and rubbed the goosebumps that rippled across his flesh. The room was dark, with a dim blue glow being the only source of light. He turned slightly to face the source of the glow; his boyfriend’s hair splayed across the pillow next to him. Idia’s hair was dimmer than it was in the day but still pulsed a gentle blue as he slept. His back was turned to Kalim, but Kalim could see the slight movements of his shoulders as he breathed.
Kalim watched him for a moment. The slow pulsing of his blue hair seemed to be in time with his breaths. Mesmerised, Kalim reached out to stroke the hair. As always, it was warmer than it looked. He didn’t quite know why exactly Idia’s hair seemed to give off a warmth all its own, but it was just another thing he loved about his boyfriend. He combed his fingers through the hair, twisting some of it around them and then releasing it. He raised some of it to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. It was so soft, though Kalim wasn’t sure how. Idia was not one to spend hours upon hours on hair care. He gently kissed the strands of hair before letting them fall back to the pillow.
Another shiver wracked through Kalim’s body, and he remembered why he woke in the first place. A glance down told him what caused his problem. There were no blankets on him. None. The quilt, the sheets, and even the little throw blankets, were all tangled around Idia’s slumbering form. He sighed fondly and shook his head.
Slowly, so as not to wake Idia, Kalim reached over and tried to pull some of the bedding back for himself. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed everything was tightly wrapped around Idia, as if he were a human burrito.
Kalim tried to gently pry at least some corner of a blanket out from the tangled bundle, to no avail. He bit his bottom lip and inched closer to Idia. He reached out and just barely placed his hands on his boyfriend.
Idia flinched immediately. He blinked open bleary eyes and half turned. “Mmm?” he mumbled sleepily. “…Kalim…?”
“Hey,” Kalim replied softly. He couldn’t help but smile. Idia was like a sleepy cat. He stroked his boyfriend’s cheek reassuringly. Idia leaned into the touch slightly. “Sorry, didn’t want to wake you. I just got a little cold. You have all the blankets. Can you give me some?”
Idia tried to scramble out of the blankets, still half-asleep. “S-sorry,” he whispered hastily. “Lemme just…”
“No, it’s ok, let me…” Kalim tried to reassure him while also helping unwrap all the blankets from around him.
Neither one of them realized how close to the edge of the bed they were.
Idia tried to turn and face Kalim, to allow some of the blankets out from under him. He was right there one second, and the next he was gone. A thud, followed by a soft “oof” left Kalim blinking at the empty space where his boyfriend had been. After a second, his tired brain kickstarted and he leaned over the edge of the bed.
“Are you alright?” Kalim asked.
Idia sighed. His usually pale cheeks looked dark, even in the soft blue light of his hair, and Kalim realized he was blushing. “…I feel like an idiot,” Idia muttered. “But I’m ok.” He groaned and crawled out of the heap of blankets. He scooped them up and tossed them up onto the bed. The warm quilt hit Kalim in the face. It smelled intoxicatingly like Idia’s shower gel. Kalim let it rest on his face a second longer than necessary before he pulled it off and tried to rearrange the blankets.
The mattress dipped as Idia crawled back into bed. He wriggled his way under the quilt as Kalim finished straightening it up.
“Better?” Idia mumbled as Kalim burrowed under the blankets.
Kalim smiled at him, though he wasn’t sure how well Idia would see him in the dark. After all, it wasn’t like Kalim was the one with glowing hair. “Better,” he confirmed. He wiggled his toes.
“Good,” Idia yawned and started to roll over.
A thought came to Kalim. An idea on how he could make this even better. “Wait,” he murmured. Idia paused, still half facing Kalim. Kalim scooted closer, right into Idia’s space. He heard Idia’s breath hitch slightly as he snuggled up to him. Between the body heat, the blankets, and the warmth of Idia’s hair, it was like stretching out in a patch of sunlight. Kalim grinned up at his boyfriend. “Now, it’s better.”
Idia grumbled something Kalim couldn’t quite hear, and he was pointedly looking away, but from the darkening of his cheeks and the light pink flaring at the tips of his hair, Kalim could tell he wasn’t truly upset. Kalim hummed and rested his head on Idia’s chest. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and closed his eyes. He could hear the steady thump of Idia’s heart and the gentle whoosh of his breathing. He could still smell the shower gel; a clean and fresh scent with a little bit of mint.
“Goodnight, Idia.” Kalim yawned after he spoke. Sleep was already wrapping its shadowy tendrils around him and dragging him away from consciousness.
“…goodnight…” Idia replied.
#kalim x idia#twisted wonderland#kalim al asim#idia shroud#rarepair#sharing blankets#stealing blankets
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